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AN ALIZES FILMS PRODUCTION FOR M6

PRESENTS

BASED ON THE STORY AND CHARACTERS CREATED BY JOEL HOUSSIN

DIRECTED BY DIDIER DELAITRE

PRODUCED BY DENIS KARVIL & PIERRE ROITFELD

THE AWAKENING

- It's Yann. - Yes, Yann.

I knocked someone down.

Where is she?

You know what'll happen if you send her back.

The WHO will treat her like a 5-legged sheep

and you'll be the idiot who can't diagnose death.

As far as everyone is concerned, she's dead.

Is Maria Chakina here?

Who are you?

Her father.

I've got the WHO on my back.

You are the keeper, Dr Ikchane.

Take my ring. Kill my daughter.

Why don't you ever visit Mum in the hospital?

Stop bothering me! Who are you?

Leslie.

You can't be. Mum said you were dead.

Alive yesterday?

I was here when he was brought in.

Look, I've seen that drawing before.

Can you tell me whether this is a birthmark?

Yes, it is.

Look at this.

What is it?

A pouch of Jordanum.

It's the mummy. It's cursed.

My pal snapped him. He's dead.

The forensic expert...

...who dissected him is dead too.

He took pictures of Boris Chakine?

You must get the pictures back.

Who's Sophie?

My daughter. Missing for 6 years.

I'll look for Sophie.

The baby's alive. You need to get it out, quick.

They want to do a caesarean.

She needs blood.

- We don't have her type. - She's O negative.

No way. She'll be infected.

She'll die otherwise.

Is it her?

She's alive, but in a coma.

We'll run some tests.

My little girl...

She's brain dead, she carries the bacteria.

What with all she's injected: Hepatitis C, HIV...

Don't leave me. They want to hurt me.

Who?

I don't know.

But I feel they're getting closer.

EPISODE 6 WITH M6'S COLLABORATION

No answer. I'll go and see her.

Dr Voline?

I'll be right back!

No, no, no!

They told me off.

I need a blood sample before you leave.

I promise I'll be right back.

You want them to come after you?

Just a test tube, it won't take long.

Dr Voline often works with us.

He calls you on your mobile?

We were in school together.

So who called him? Her?

Probably not.

Maybe her dealer, or a friend who panicked after her overdose.

Very odd, hanging out in a place stuffed with explosives.

Kids do weird things.

Did you do the caesarean?

No. Dr Mercier did.

Lousy job.

There wasn't much light.

So you operated, saved the baby and brought them all back here.

Yes.

She happened to be carrying the bacteria.

No.

I've no idea.

No idea?

Maybe she wasn't infected

before she was hospitalized.

Meaning she caught it here?

Meaning nothing. I'm a doctor.

Is her baby infected?

No.

It isn't in the same building.

I want her kept alive.

That won't be easy.

- She's in a coma. - Whatever.

Any disinfected areas?

- The closed neurology department. - Fine.

Take her there, decontaminate anyone entering,

and draw up a list of the staff

authorised to provide care.

No visitors!

I have other patients.

From now on you have only one.

You must keep her alive by any means.

Treat her as if she was a child in a bubble, okay?

Okay.

Ikchane? I have looked for you for two hours.

The autopsy went badly.

The forensic expert electrocuted himself.

Okay... and the mummy?

It isn't a mummy.

This was in the stomach.

What is it?

Jordanum.

Vanished 4,000 years ago and still deadly.

His organs were all shrivelled up.

I'll send him to The Hague today.

You still need me?

You can go.

Excuse me.

He's not telling us the truth but I can't prove it.

It's...

A gift from Dr Morel. From his night-time ride.

Did you see her file?

Yes, I dropped by the lab. Does she have a mark?

A mark? What mark?

A beauty spot or a weird birthmark.

You think I don't have better things to do?

What's wrong?

It's all linked.

Sure. Now come back to earth!

Our job is to find a way to fight this bacteria.

I need to understand.

Going somewhere?

- To see about the ring. - The ring?

What the hell does it matter? I need you here!

No point both of us barking up the wrong tree.

Doctor, she messed up my vein. It hurts like hell.

- Oh? - It's never happened before.

Apparently I have tricky veins.

Whatever that means.

Where's the amnesiac girl?

Maybe at your place. That's where she usually goes.

No.

Doctor, I'd like to help you,

but I can't launch a police search

for someone who's officially dead.

I signed the death certificate.

You know she's alive.

She found your daughter.

And saved her life with her blood. Does it ring a bell?

- Yes? - Jessy, it's Olivier.

A fish bone. Asshole!

Don't say that. He's dead.

So? A dead asshole.

- Pizza? - No, thanks.

Ugh, that's disgusting!

That's a mummy.

Really disgusting!

I don't see anything special.

Sure he said nothing?

All I heard was moaning and a bump when he fell.

I'll grab a few clothes and we'll be off.

So how did the jerk make money?

Stop calling him a jerk.

You can't do that! Show some respect for the dead.

It's hot. Can I open the door?

Sure, go out.

Jessica!

Jessica!

Shit!

My God!

Is she back?

I thought you were together.

So do I. She was in the car.

And just vanished? Maybe for the best.

No, it is not!

Those are my books.

I'm making a new maze for Tommy.

He explored, then found the exit right away.

Even a human couldn't do that.

I changed it all, gave him an aerial view.

Ten seconds.

He found his way out easily.

Great, great.

My books were all in order.

Don't worry, I know exactly where they were.

I don't know how I know but I do.

Why have the world's most intelligent rat solving mazes?

Martin...

I need to challenge him more.

He wants to learn.

Stop tidying up for a moment.

If Tommy disappeared, could you find him?

Bugsy? I need to see you.

Okay, sister. Place des Ternes.

Thierry shot himself when you left.

You're losing money from his safe?

I'll give it back.

Why bother? He's dead.

Anyway, you've nearly lost it all.

Bad luck. My luck might change.

Let me play.

You play poker?

I do now.

You do now?

Let me play.

These guys are professionals. They play every day.

I know.

I'm going to win.

Hi. May I play?

She's my half-sister.

Half-sister?

Is she over 18?

Let's play.

We don't play for matches.

I know. I'll win.

That's a good start, right?

I know less gallant ways to spend your money.

Indeed.

Go on, deal.

I'm out.

Me too.

1,000.

I'm in.

5,000.

I'm in.

She'd follow a band, this one.

Or you, as it happens.

Shut it!

And you?

I'm out.

10,000.

The lot.

Interesting.

How much is there?

26,500.

Another 15,500 if you want to get the lady.

I can count, thanks.

You look a bit sick.

Has sister screwed up?

No, I'm fine.

I pay.

Two of the same.

Fuck!

That was a plucky bet.

Isn't that good?

- You've got nerve. - I had two pairs.

You should've bet, dickhead!

Okay, take it easy.

You're a good player.

Women have stung you before.

Go ahead laugh, losers! I'll clean you all out.

Girls always fuck up card games.

Another hand?

Let's go.

Beginners luck never strikes twice.

Come on!

- Feel anything? - Nothing.

Focus!

I could never find Tommy if he escaped.

You slammed the car door to make me think you'd put him in the car.

Can I tidy up now?

I thought you could communicate with Tommy.

Sure I can.

Like you do with a dog.

A dog can find its master, but the master...

Tommy could find her.

He isn't a mountain rescue dog.

But the bacteria acts on your brain.

It's developed your memory, and maybe other senses.

Forged an invisible bond.

An invisible bond?

Know what I think?

That girl has turned your head.

You're ready to believe anything.

He hid you. He's crazy!

Professor Bota?

I'm Dr Ikchane.

Nice of you to delay my departure for the Interior Ministry.

At sea, it has been harder to reach you.

Are you going alone?

Of course.

Why exactly do you think I'm going?

This work for the WHO...

Don't think I accord any nobility

to a job that entails prolonging the lives of five billion idiots.

I've read your works on Sumerian writings and the Uruk tablets.

I need your opinion on a symbol.

A symbol?

Many internet sites quote my work.

You may find it there.

Now I have a flight to catch...

This isn't on the Internet.

Where did you find that ring?

It was given to me.

Look.

Get away from me, please.

What are you afraid of?

Not of what but who.

I don't know who you are...

or what you want.

I'm a doctor. A patient gave it me before he died.

Apparently it's worthless.

It doesn't look like gold.

There is gold.

A thin layer.

Beneath it is bone.

Four rings...

and four black stones.

The maker cut them directly from the bone in his left arm.

I've always dreamed of seeing one of those rings.

I don't mean the blasphemous replicas.

And now, faced with one,

in front of you...

I feel powerless.

Do you...

bear that mark?

Bear it?

Do you have a birthmark that looks like it?

I wanted to show you...

Don't come near me.

- Won't you look at...? - No.

Why are you afraid? It's absurd.

Don't wear that ring.

Unless you want to fulfil your destiny.

My fear is nothing...

compared to the fear you'll suffer when everyone...

is afraid of you.

Wait, you can't just leave!

What is this ring, this black stone?

Who made it and why?

Professor Bota!

Where did the noise come from?

From the kitchen window.

That's the second bird today.

They drink here.

They pecked at the lichen,

then shrivelled up.

Like the snails.

Look, they're all dead.

What is this shit?

Why does it do that? You're a botanist.

Yes.

I've never seen anything like that.

Where's your water heater?

There.

Let's see.

Looks like there's no more water.

Look, it's everywhere.

Let's check out.

You're a plumber too?

Plumbers are expensive.

With my salary...

it pays to be a handyman.

My God!

It's taken over the pipes.

What is it?

I don't know.

Looks like...

a plant that needs lots of water.

You need a new boiler.

My feet are killing me. So scary!

I feel like I've been standing for three days.

I want to go, I don't feel well.

I've got a few more questions to ask you.

I've already told your colleagues.

I know.

If you were just a simple accident witness,

we'd both be home by now.

I ought to be with my daughter

and granddaughter in the hospital.

Investigating a murder is no fun for me.

The balustrade had been sawn.

The slightest pressure and it gave way.

Your friend is a paparazzi, right?

A photographer.

Okay. Photographer.

Who was the girl?

His ex.

She had a set of keys.

You called her to let you in?

What were you looking for?

His pictures?

All of this happened because of her.

We'll start the triple therapy. Every 2 hours.

Alternate drips A and D.

- Interferon tolerance? - No results yet.

Hurry them up. I want priority given to my tests.

What's the point of all this?

What do you mean?

She's brain dead.

Look, are you having qualms?

Ask the WHO. Maybe they'll unplug her.

Meanwhile we keep her alive.

Watch her, day and night.

Only the four of us are allowed in here.

We take turns.

Your shift is with Dr Mercier?

Meaning what?

You're sleeping with her.

Where exactly do I fit in?

A quick one between patients?

Look...

- Do you still need me, doctor? - No, thanks.

What's wrong with her?

Scheduling issues. I've given her instructions.

Look at this before you start.

I've just got it.

There's a mistake.

No... I had it checked.

There's no doubt.

The T4 are soaring, the viral load is going down.

She's getting better.

So quickly?

It's impossible.

It's incredible.

The bacteria stick to the sick lymphocytes,

de-encapsulate the virus, then eliminate it.

Does that mean we have a cure for AIDS?

The Ebola virus kills the flu virus but it doesn't cure people.

We need guinea pigs.

Leave it to me.

China.

Go to the CEE lab and fetch as many sick animals as you can:

cancer, viruses... Progressive pathologies.

Thanks.

We have terminally ill patients here.

You're going to give them the bacteria, Frankenstein?

The latest results.

T4 still rising.

We're at the primary infection stage.

At this rate she'll be cured by midnight.

Give it to me.

What about the treatment? Do we wait or go ahead?

Let's wait.

A con girl by any chance?

I didn't know she could play.

Typical from Thierry.

Thierry? He died last night.

5,000.

5,000, plus 15,000.

The lot.

That's a lot of money.

If you win, it's over.

Really?

Okay, I'm in.

Ace.

Two pairs, ace, eight.

Two pairs, ace, nine.

Well played.

I bow before your beauty and skill.

Thank you.

Where did you learn to play?

Here, watching you.

Very funny.

I've really won all this?

You could say that.

You can keep the case.

A gift.

What will you do now?

Buy a house.

Might not be enough.

It's half a house.

You could win more.

But you'd need a coach.

A coach?

Someone who finds you very rich people to play with.

No need, I've got enough to buy the house.

- I'm off too. - Bugsy!

You're not going anywhere.

First, tell us where your sister lives.

I've no idea.

Do you want to end up like your asshole of a boss?

I don't know where she lives.

Follow her.

No broad gets away with my dough!

You're staying here till she comes back.

If she turns out to be a con artist...

...then drop by my office afterwards, okay?

Okay.

Shit, what's going on? You look scary.

I'm having a hard time, didn't you know?

It shows. We're under surveillance and you just turn up here?

Has she been here?

- You haven't lost her again... - No!

But she got out of the car.

So what's the difference?

Why bother explaining? You don't give a damn.

Because it's no longer a plague?

Now listen.

Sophie Gire, the cop's daughter.

She's recovered.

No more AIDS, no hepatitis, nothing.

Is she conscious?

No, she's brain dead, but cured.

That's impossible!

Right. But didn't your girlfriend die and come back to life?

Stop saying she's my girlfriend.

Shit, she's talking to the WHO guy.

He's drinking coffee. He's coming over!

So, it just wasn't possible.

But if it's 650 km...

They're bringing the animals in. I'm taking a break.

Okay.

- Hello, doctor. - Hello. Sorry.

Just visiting us?

I have a few patients here.

Are you injured?

Sorry?

Your hand.

Oh, yes. I don't know. A fungal infection.

Looks bad. When did you get it?

No idea. It just appeared.

Let me see.

I practise dermatology too.

Did you have any contact with Boris Chakine?

Boris Chakine?

The so-called father of the amnesiac girl.

Yes, I was here when he came.

- You met him? - Yes.

You shook his hand?

Maybe. I don't remember.

He carried an extremely contagious toxic fungal infection.

Treat your friend.

Bufotenin, both pills and cream.

Likewise anyone you've been in contact with

who show similar symptoms.

Fine.

I'll get some fresh air while the lab's being prepared.

See you later.

Thanks.

They're both despicable.

You didn't shake Chakine's hand.

No.

So why say it?

My house has been invaded by this shit.

Chakine came to your house?

He must have. I didn't see him.

Anyway, he's dead now.

He died? What of?

I don't know.

The WHO guys won't say.

Classified information.

Yann...

We'll find the girl.

I told you I knew a doctor. Mr Cohen will take care of you.

He'll treat you. Leave it to me.

Leave it to me.

You wanted to see me?

I'm Doctor Ikchane.

Yes, I know.

And I know it's thanks to you that all these people are here.

They seek refuge in my church

now that the hospital is in quarantine.

It'll be open soon, don't worry.

I'm not worried.

The Christ was a doctor too.

I came about the amnesiac girl

who started all this mess.

I wasn't at the hospital when she died.

I didn't administer the last rites.

But I prayed for her

in the Garden of Remembrance

where her ashes were scattered.

Do you always do that?

Do what?

Pray to the ashes of people you couldn't give the last rites to?

Not always, no.

But you did it for her.

Why?

Did you see her before she died?

I visited her after her second heart attack.

They told me her heart was probably necrotized

and she wouldn't survive.

They'd put her to sleep.

I prepared for the last rites

then when I turned round...

she was awake.

She was looking at me...

She smiled.

She smiled at you... is that all?

Yes.

You didn't administer the last rites?

But why not?

You knew her heart was fragile.

I thought she'd live.

I was wrong.

That's why I went to pray for her.

For her salvation, and for mine.

Now excuse me, I have things to do.

Of course.

Goodbye.

Fuck!

What is this shit?

It's Tommy.

Tommy? He's a fucking rat.

Filthy beast.

I can't stand the critters!

Take it easy, Jose.

We're here on business.

Right. To sum up...

The mystery lady turns up at the Marquis...

...and Thierry gets a bullet in the head.

Then she comes over and fleeces all.

Fuck!

Who do you work for?

- I'm a lab assistant. - What?

I work in a lab.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Dope. I knew it.

Where's your lab?

What do you cook up? Smack? Coke?

I'm more into analysing urine.

He's taking the piss.

I'll take care of him. Come on!

Jose, sit down, you're getting on my nerves!

A good poker player's main asset is patience.

Got any coffee?

I've got coffee but no water.

I've got fruit juices. I can prepare cocktails.

Good.

I make good cocktails.

You'll love it.

I don't get it.

The bacteria is slowing down.

It's stopped attacking viruses.

Or any other pathogen.

It's changed.

What?

Come and see.

The first images taken by the young Peretti.

The amnesiac girl's blood.

Numerous bacterial colonies,

regular shapes, absolutely identical.

Peretti put the bacteria into an Indian ink solution.

The halation around each bacterium

indicates a sheath protecting it from phagocytosis.

Thus making it more virulent.

What we call war bacteria.

This is young Sophie Gire's blood.

There are just as many bacteria

but look at the shapes.

Only 30% of them are identical to the first picture.

The others are a bit deformed.

Their curves and extremities

are different and non-uniform.

No more sheaths,

and the cell wall is thin and loose.

Now for the latest sample from one of our lab rabbits.

Much lower levels of bacteria

and their structures are completely chaotic.

Not one of them matches

what we saw in the amnesiac girl.

Looks like it needs water.

Shit!

So, is it ready?

It's bitter.

Grapefruit.

It's always bitter.

I'm not very good at poker. You know why?

No.

Too impatient.

I don't understand.

Has it mutated?

No, it's degenerating.

It can't survive very long in vitro.

It needs to be in a living being to survive.

Somehow it recognises its environment.

We know it degenerates with each infection.

It was strong enough to cure Sophie

but doesn't work on our sick animals.

Maybe because they're animals.

I thought of that.

But Sophie isn't an animal

and the bacteria still degenerate.

I don't think the species is the issue,

rather the degree of infection.

As the bacteria get further from the source body,

they become less active.

And what is the source body?

The amnesiac girl.

Woman X, bacteria X.

Sophie Gire: bacteria X 30% active,

totally cured in 24 hours.

Animal: bacteria X 0% active,

with zero action.

If my theory is right, two things don't fit.

We know bacteria X is only transmittable by transfusion

whereas Sophie's first blood sample contained the bacteria.

She was infected before she arrived here?

Precisely.

And given how quickly the bacteria work, shortly before...

Meaning...

That she is alive.

WOMAN X ALIVE

She was in the block with Sophie Gire.

Who was with her?

Morel?

No.

He came later.

The emergency physician who called.

The friendly Dr Voline who brought the amnesiac here.

And he keeps popping up wherever she is,

even at the morgue

a few minutes before she disappeared.

She was never cremated.

Nonsense!

You know how many people saw her dead?

This is a restricted area.

I know, don't worry.

I just wanted to see you...

About a murder.

- You know Francis Nadal? - Not at all.

The paparazzi.

You were both at the morgue when the stupid accident occurred.

He died, but you asked his accomplice

to go back to Francis's flat

to get the pictures back of Boris Chakine's body.

WOMAN X ALIVE DOCTOR VIOLIN

Lieutenant, all documents relating to Boris Chakine

are under embargo at the WHO.

I'm sure, doctor.

Medical matters go way over my head.

But I have a murder to solve, you understand?

I thought the photographer choked to death on a fish bone.

Yes, but his ex fell from a balcony

when a guardrail was sabotaged.

The target might not have been her.

Don't you have any ideas?

None whatsoever.

I'm sorry.

A paparazzi must have enemies.

Compromising pictures?

For example.

Those of Boris Chakine.

Lieutenant...

I'd rather those photos didn't appear in the popular press,

but I wouldn't murder for it.

I know, I understand. I have a mighty headache.

Would you have an aspirin?

Ask in the nurse's office.

Thank you.

Oh, one last thing. Will you be here tomorrow?

Of course.

Excellent.

See you in the morning.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

What's this about photos?

We have men to do that.

That cop suspects you of something.

If he's got time to waste.

I don't like this. You're hiding something.

Stop thinking everyone's hiding something from you.

You're becoming paranoid.

I'm paid to be paranoid.

Any work to do with the WHO

must be carried out by the WHO staff.

So no more personal agendas.

Report everything to me.

All right.

Take a sleeping pill and have a break.

If I send your dodgy reports back to my superiors,

you'll soon be on a leave.

We're going underground.

Stake out Dr Yann Voline's.

I want to know what he's up to and with whom.

I...

I know.

Excuse me.

We have a problem inside.

There.

Who are they?

Gangsters.

What happened?

They took us hostage.

I mixed them a cocktail.

I added some red lichen.

That's the result.

We're here on business.

You killed them!

No.

Sure they're dead, but it wasn't me.

Weren't you?

Are you crazy? How will you explain it?

- Whose money is it? - I won it.

It's to buy our house.

- Won it how? - At poker.

I can win more. It's easy.

Easy?

I guess these two were the losers.

Dr Voline?

I heard about my daughter.

You did it again.

I'm sure she'll come out of the coma.

I doubt it. It's a very long shot.

Have a little faith. Come on, let's drink to it.

No drinks, Lieutenant.

Come in, you're going to be surprised.

Well, this is cosy.

Ivo Brashkov.

We've been after him.

Not sure I will claim victory for that.

You don't think it's weird?

Oh, mummies come and go.

See one, you've seen them all.

That's not why I'm here. I popped in at the hospital.

Those WHO experts I don't like...

know your friend is still alive.

Your name is on their board.

They'll be here tomorrow.

Maybe sooner.

So I brought you this.

What is it?

My house in Brittany.

A small place by a fishing port

where everyone minds their own business.

No one will bother you there. It's yours.

My place is here, with my two daughters.

- I can't... - Yes, you can.

Now.

Go and pack before I charge you all.

Go on.

It's great when they're all dried out.

They weigh next to nothing.

There we go.

Well, doctor, call if there's a problem.

I'll still be here.

- Thanks for everything. - No, thank you.

- I haven't done anything. - But you have.

Better get moving. The hounds are on your tail.

Don't wear that ring.

Why are you afraid? It's absurd.

Don't come near me.

My fear is nothing...

compared to the fear you'll suffer when everyone is afraid of you.

You are the keeper, Dr Ikchane.

Now is your time.

You must unite the four rings of the plagues.

They will give you the power.

Take my ring.

Find the three others

and unite them as one.

Kill my daughter, Dr Ikchane,

whatever it costs you.

But you do not have the power.

I'll become a monster, like him.

She will know your intentions and kill you.

She seeks her double.

She is drawn to him, like a flower to the sun.

It could have been any car that knocked you down.

- It's fate. - Yes.

- Yann... - I'll stay with you.