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[engine roars]

[engine roaring]

-[yells]
-[branches snap]

[birds cawing]

[engine sputtering]

[eerie music playing]

[eerie music continues]

[groans]

[grunts]

[yelps]

[pants]

[groans]

-[yelps]
-[gasps]

[yelping]

[yelling]

[wheezing and gasping]

[twig snaps]

[water splashes]

[sighs]

[grunting]

[suspenseful music playing]

[faint tapping]

[door opens]

[footsteps approach]

[liquid pours]

[eerie music playing]

[breathing heavily]

Sleep.

[sirens wailing in distance]

[footsteps approaching]

[clatters]

[steam hisses]

[steam hisses]

[steam hisses]

[suspenseful music playing]

[steam hisses loudly]

[steam hisses loudly]

Hey.

[police radio] All units respond.

[siren wailing in distance]

[man speaking indistinctly
over PA system]

[clicks]

[somber music playing]

[priest praying in Latin]

This is all he had on him.

[Davies] It hasn't been
returned to the family?

[Kappa] Well, not yet.

[Davies] Anything else?

[Kappa] Yeah, the slugs were made
from a frozen polymer.

Melts just after impact.

So, you can forget ballistics.
The scene of crime was wet and steamy.

-No fingerprints.
-Obviously a rookie.

Yeah, no shit. Katy buy you a new suit?

Discount days at Macy's.

-That's nice.
-Blue was an option.

Fuck you.

According to the manual,
the killer should be present

-at the victim's funeral.
-According to the manual.

-You've been watching too much Netflix.
-[Davies] I love True Detective.

Ah, forget it. Nothing happens here,
we're too close to Canada.

-Do you have that in New York?
-What's that, funerals?

Netflix.

No, believe me, man, New York Homicide,
you don't need Netflix.

So, tell me.

How come a guy who's worth 200 mil comes
to live in a lost fucking town like this?

He was born here.
In this town, everything belongs to him.

Well, we followed the manual.

Came to see
if the killer turned up to the funeral.

-He didn't know the manual.
-Oh, he didn't know the manual.

-That's why he didn't come here.
-Okay.

Come on.

Mr. Brigler…

Brigleur.

Oh, this may sound like a stupid question,

but, did Mr. Kessler
have a lot of enemies?

An industrialist of his stature
only has enemies.

It's a mark of importance.

-You hear that, Davies?
-You must be very important.

No shit, right?

Huh?

You haven't asked me any more questions.

So, you're the executor
of Mr. Kessler's last will and testament

-as well as his properties.
-I already know all that.

What do you know?

That you're number-one suspect?

What, you're not gonna answer that?
Nothing to say?

That was not a question,

but a supposition
with an affirmative tone.

Okay, well, consider it a question.

Mr. Kessler has a descendant…

by the name of Charlie Kessler.

[Brigleur] If the heir should die,

the Kessler Group would be broken up,
its divisions sold off separately,

exactly what most of their opponents
had been hoping for.

So you lose your job, right?

Therefore, I have no interest
in the disappearance of either.

Do I remain
at the top of your list of suspects?

Just the one wife?

Just one, confined to a mental home,
over 10 years ago.

She has lost all memory,

and is therefore incapable
of suffering any sense of loss, or…

Okay. So if I wanted to meet
this Charlie Kessler?

His address is secret.

Inside, you will find
the proof that Charlie was in Paris

at the time of the murder.

-[machinery clicking]
-[electricity crackles]

-Second time today.
-I'm sorry, it happens a lot.

May I leave now?

Yeah, sure.

-I'll show you out.
-[Brigleur] No need.

I've good a memory, and I know
your office only has a single corridor.

[somber music playing]

[car door shuts]

[fan whirring]

[radio chattering indistinctly]

I need to go here.

That's far.

[cell phone ringing]

-Can we talk?
-This is not a secure line.

[clatters]

[metal clanging]

[music playing on record]

You the snowmobile rental man?

[man] Where are you going?

-To the Pacific.
-[snickers]

I'm not a travel agency.

[woman] So?

Trust me, a plane is less risky.

Planes scare me.

Hey, uh, there's no daily special?

Daily special? No.

Okay, all right,
I'll do the cheese and no pickles.

-Never been any.
-Oh, good.

A Bud?

You got something else? Some tea maybe?

-Coffee.
-The same as this?

-Yes.
-A Bud then. Thanks.

-This place is the back end of nowhere.
-Yeah, no shit. They got Bud.

What the hell are we doing here?

I found an old seaplane
about five years ago.

Crashed. Maybe the pilot's still inside.
I don't fuckin' know.

-That should smell a little bit.
-Yeah, no worse than this coffee.

[footsteps approaching]

-That was quick.
-Microwave.

Oh, great.

They have a saying here that says,
"Once you learn how to walk,

-they're gonna have to shoot you."
-That's nice.

I was already fascinated
that a guy from New York

asked to be transferred here.

Been a long time
since anyone fascinated me, buddy.

Katy told me that if I leave you alone
too long, you're gonna get lost.

Yeah, well, maybe I wanna get lost.

[engine roaring]

[pouring liquid]

[engine whirring]

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay. There's no problem.

There's nothing for 60 miles.

I know.

I manage an inn
an hour away from here, if you want.

[engine starts]

[revs engine]

You're welcome!

[suspenseful music playing]

[engine roaring]

[suspenseful music continues]

[snowmobile approaching]

-[woman screams]
-[thudding]

[birds cawing]

[door creaks open]

[door closes]

[dramatic music playing]

[groans softly]

[squelching]

[gasps]

There are five more
that need to be removed.

[groaning]

No, no!

The more you tense your muscles,
the more it will hurt.

[pants]

No, no, no. [screams]

Fuck!

-[soft rock music playing]
-[singing indistinctly]

[pool balls clack]

You know,
it's pretty cool you can smoke here.

Here you have a choice.

You can either die of the cold, or cancer.

Hmm.

This place is like a time machine, man.
You sure this is legal?

-You see any other officers?
-Good point.

-[Davies] Thanks, Mary.
-Ice cream. Really?

I can't get enough. [chuckles]

I suppose it reduces the risk of
thermal shock when you go outside, right?

[all laughing]

-You don't mind if I?
-I'm going to go pay.

Forget her.

It'll be good for you
to move on to something else.

And that's what God said to Jesus, right?

What are you waiting for? Her coming back?

I'm not waiting for anything. Not anymore.

Hey, guys, listen, the music's pretty
good tonight so I'm gonna stick around.

-It was lovely to see you.
-Well, take care.

-Thanks for dinner.
-No problem.

-Did you tell him?
-Not tonight, honey.

The more you wait,
the harder it's gonna get.

I know, I know.

[wind howling]

[grunts]

I can't leave it outside.

Before sunrise,
the wolves would strip it to the bone.

Food is rare at this time of year.

You'll need plenty of protein.

If you don't relax,

your bones won't heal,

and in six weeks,
there'll be no more ice on the roads.

You'll need a boat.

-[opens door]
-Have a good night.

-Hey, you received this.
-Yeah, what is it?

It's from Kessler.

It's the ballistic report
you requested at the time.

-What does it say?
-It's about the ice bullet.

Huh.

They say not many people
could use such a weapon.

It includes a list too.

[door creaks open]

[opens wood stove door]

[woman] Thank you.

Um…

My name is Melody.

And I don't know what… I would have
done if you hadn't found me.

What are you doing here?

I had an accident on my snowmobile.

I followed the slope,
and then I saw smoke.

What were you doing
on a snowmobile around here?

I'm crossing the Rockies.

I've been planning to do it for a year.

All by yourself?

I live all year in buildings,
and this is a real luxury.

I purposely came here
not to be bothered by people.

I… Well, I'm sorry,

and I'll leave as soon as I can.

How?

I… don't know, by road.

There are no roads here,

only the frozen ice that forms in winter.

Give me a good reason to help you,
or you leave tomorrow by foot,

and they'll fish you out with the salmon,
when the snow melts.

Melody.

-Your clothes are clean and dry.
-[opens door]

You should put them on.

-You need some time to look at the list?
-Two names don't make a list, Cap.

The first person
has been locked up for five years.

-Okay.
-I looked him up.

The second is a sniper,
for elite special forces.

[Kappa] That's pretty hot shit.

Tropical even, especially after he was
in Iraq during the time of the murder.

Yeah, well, Iraq's the Middle East,
Captain, it's not the tropics.

Who gives a damn? He's not our man.

Hey, we still need to find the address
of the guy who made him, okay?

Those two names
are just the tip of the iceberg.

It's been 10 months.
You're wasting your time.

-You've got something else to do?
-Yeah, right, who cares?

What did Kessler do to you?

Nothing. I just like to finish
what I started. You know what I mean?

Hey, Bob, can you check these names?
They made calls during the funeral.

Check them against
Brigleur's contact list,

see if any of them match, okay?

[telephone ringing]

-Check them all?
-Yeah, check 'em all.

Hey. Why the face?

I've received my transfer.

Well, congratulations.

You received notice about my transfer…

-Yeah.
-…three weeks ago,

-and you didn't bother opening it.
-Sorry, it's… an old habit of mine.

I already knew a month,
but I couldn't just face telling you.

I've put in a request for my replacement.

-You're gonna get promoted.
-[both chuckle]

You'll need to fill out some papers,

and I'm gonna have
to call you Sheriff now.

Go fuck yourself. I'm not the Sheriff.

Listen, I just don't know
how to say goodbye.

It's easy.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

[suspenseful music playing]

[gun fires]

[pants]

How long was I sleeping?

Enough.

You must start training tomorrow.

What training?

You'll have to walk far and quickly.

What about my snowmobile?

I don't know.

I'll bring it back if I can.

I haven't done anything to you.

I found you, fed you, cared for you.

It is up to you to do what is necessary,
to leave this house as soon as possible.

Am I making myself clear?

Crystal clear.

There's water on the table.

If you want a drink,
you'll have to stand up.

[shuts door]

[somber music playing]

[groans]

[yells] Fuck!

[grunting]

[dramatic music playing]

[snowmobile engine roars]

[grunts]

[animal growling softly]

[wolf howling]

What caused the accident?

If an animal had crossed your path,
there would have been traces.

I… I don't know.

Maybe I just fell asleep.

-In this cold?
-[scoffs] I… I lost control.

[groaning]

[gasps]

I need to understand.

There's nothing to understand.
Is it so important?

Yes.

I had a stand-off with a wolf earlier.

He has tasted human blood.

Yours.

Is that serious?

Wolves never forget the taste of blood.
They won't give up searching for it.

Sooner or later,

I'll have to kill him.

Hey, Sheriff.

I've found
two matching numbers on the list.

Thanks.

Night, Sheriff.

Sheriff? Sheriff my ass.

Brigleur didn't
wanna talk to you, Malcolm?

[suspenseful music playing]

Here is your bag.

What are you doing?

You still have a piece of wood
under the skin.

If I don't remove it,
you won't stand no chance.

Drink. It's going to be painful.

It already is.

Bite.

[muffled screaming]

[scream echoing]

[music playing on record]

Hi, there.

I'm looking for her.

Are you the police?

Does it make a difference?

So, did she leave an address?

A destination?

[chuckles] Yeah, Pacific Ocean.

And just in case something went wrong,
is there a way to find her?

There's a satellite beeper
under the seat, in case of emergency,

but, uh, it must be activated,
otherwise it drains the battery.

I need a snowmobile, and cans of gasoline.

Sure. What name do I put on the bill?

There are no bills, much less a name.

But if that beeper emits anything,

send a message
to this number immediately.

-Am I dying?
-You could have.

But you're fine now.

You should eat now.

Thank you.

I'm not used to saving people.

[Melody sighs in exasperation]

[pours liquid]

I've dried the stuff that was inside.

There is no cellphone in your bag.
You don't want anyone to find you.

Do you?

No, it's just a week away from my phone,
that's the deal.

My name is Henry.

[shuts door]

Here you are.

Yeah, I took your advice.

You've changed your clothes.

What, you have eyes
in the back of your head?

[Henry] I sense washing powder.

You can smell that from there?

I enjoy the same smells
every minute of the day here.

Anything new gets noted very quickly.

I don't know how you stand it out here.

You mean, like in the cities?

Yeah, but there's nothing here.

[scoffs] Well, if nothing
means no noise, no pollution,

no cars, no Starbucks,

then, yes, there is nothing here.

At least nothing useless.

But if you look closely,
you will find everything you need.

In a couple of days' time,
we will be walking for long hours.

"We"?

I'll have to drop you off
where there is no danger.

What danger?

Where you can survive.

Is that why you were so mad
when I first got here?

[Henry] Partly.

[grunts softly]

The Art of War.

Did your wife take the rest of the books
when she left you?

I had no other books.

Nor a wife for the matter.

Sorry, I can be nosy at times.

[Henry] At times?

Such a man's book.

The ultimate aim of war
is not to win costly victories,

but to prepare long-lasting peace.

Sun Tzu was a philosopher.

Um, war is not an art.

[chuckles]

-Do you wanna know something funny?
-Nope.

Right. You don't laugh.

Rarely when cutting logs.

What's so funny?

I was just asking myself,

is it necessary for a mountaineer
to be so serious when he chops wood?

I'm not a mountaineer.

[logs clatter]

But I have adapted.

[grunts]

Here.

Don't move.

-What is this?
-Horsetail.

The plant containing the most silica.

Perfect for fractures.

It strengthens both the bones
and the cartilage.

Why didn't you use it sooner?

Because putting a splint or a cast
on a hematoma,

it is useless.

It would be like
if I was trying to choke you.

Oh, yeah? You were never tempted?

Now you can use your arm.

Ribs are just a matter of time.

For someone
who's not used to saving people,

you seem to know what you're doing.

I've been injured a lot.

I do my best
not to be dependent upon anybody.

You say that for my benefit?

You still haven't told me
what you were doing here.

[wind howling]

[sports commentary playing on TV]

[people chattering indistinctly]

-I guess you want a coffee?
-Yeah.

Do you have any vacancies?

Well, we won't put you out
at this time of night.

It's gonna hit tonight.

Hit?

Well, here in the cold, it hurts.

[indistinct chattering continues]

[soft music playing]

[sports commentary playing on TV]

[sports commentary continues]

[Kappa] Captain!

How's life?

Oh, you know,
not too much going on for me these days.

Just trying to keep busy.

About to give Kessler's watch
back to his wife.

Look, I'm heading in right now.
I'll call you later, okay?

All right, bye.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Nice place.
-Follow me.

Nice.

-[woman] Not more than 15 minutes.
-Okay.

-[woman] No contact.
-Yeah.

[woman] She could panic.

Speak slowly, and do not contradict her.

-Understood?
-Yeah, yeah.

Thank you.

Hi.

You don't know me, but…

It's a long time since I've known anyone.

-Please.
-Thank you.

Look, I…

I don't want to
stir up any painful memories for you.

In my state, a memory could be miraculous,

but never painful.

You don't find it unsettling? Forgetting?

Young man, that question
is as naive as it is touching.

[chuckles]

How can we know
what we've already forgotten?

My only fear is losing what I still know.

I cling to it each and every day,
like a lifeline.

But what has gone is gone,

and can no longer cause suffering.

Don't take this badly,

but tomorrow, I won't remember you.

Ah…

I only remember things from long ago.

Perhaps it's not even
the first time we've met.

No, no, it is.
I would have told you otherwise.

Ah, but you see,

I would have already forgotten.

Please, the chair.

-Do you remember your husband?
-Not really.

Just a vague idea of his existence.

But, I couldn't put a face to any…

feeling.

I understand.

Is he doing okay?

Actually, that's hard to say right now.

Whether he's alive or dead,
it makes no difference to me.

Unfortunately, he's just a stranger.

Was I happy when I was with him?

Honestly? I don't know.

I just came to give you his watch back.

If you leave it here,

I'll forget it when you go.
If you give it to me,

I'll be asking myself
where it came from by this evening.

If you keep it,
at least one person will think of him.

Well, thank you for your time.
I won't bother you much longer.

And I'll make sure
your son Charlie gets the watch.

I may have lost my memory,
but I still know I bore a child,

and whatever else it might have been,
it most certainly was not a boy.

[dramatic music playing]

[dramatic music continues]

[Coach] Control.

Again.

[Coach] Breathe.

[clicks]

[clicks]

[Coach] No breath.

[Coach] Balance.

[Coach] Silence.

[metal creaks]

[Coach] Control.

[gunshot]

[suspenseful music playing]

Now I know why you're here.

[thuds]

Sheriff? This is Bob.

Now you will receive all of Malcolm's
communications on your phone.

[Kappa] Thanks, Bob.

You can do it tomorrow.

Yeah, you've been saying that
for days now.

[cell phone ringing]

-Captain?
-[Davies] Are you sitting down?

Yeah, come on, what is it?

She arrived in the US a month ago.

Are you sure?

The same passport number,
the same airline as the funeral.

However, not a trace of credit card use.
No Visa or Amex. Zilch.

She must be paying everything in cash.
We can't get any lead on her.

Well, when's the return scheduled for?

There's no return planned.

That means she's found him.

How could anyone track down a killer
like him?

When what's needed to be done
to find him is done.

I don't get it.

Look, he's deliberately leaving a trail.

-They? Is he that stupid?
-No, I don't think so.

Look, when you want someone to retrace
your steps, you signpost it. Right?

-And that's exactly what he's done.
-They? What? Why?

Because he's expecting her there, okay?
But only just like us,

he's expecting to find a son.

Excuse me, Kappa,
but I'm still a bit lost here.

No, listen to me. He's waiting
for his prey to make the first move.

[breathing heavily]

[Henry] I thought you would hesitate,
at least for a second.

The weight will be so intensely crushing

that eventually
you'll find the strength to move.

We don't really know our own bodies
till we push them to the limits.

Right now, you're just making
acquaintance with yours.

So, you're a torture expert?

That's an insult,
after the way I've nursed you.

Who are you?

If your legs are squashed for too long,

your veins will become irreparable.

If you stay like that for another minute,

you'll limp for the rest of your life.
After 10, you won't walk again.

I'll say it again.

Who are you?

[groans]

I know who you are,

I know what you do for a living,

and I came here to kill you.

[gasps]

When I'll take off the log, the pain
will be more acute than it is now.

After, you'll feel better.

[screams]

[wails]

Fuck!

There you go.

-Are you leaving?
-Yep.

The storm is too strong.
Even wolves don't come out.

Great.

[chuckles] That's funny,
I saw her about a week ago,

maybe more.

-She's fearless.
-Here?

Nah. An hour away from here,
she was going east.

But if I were you, I'd wait a bit.
It'll blow hard.

[unzips pocket]

[people chattering indistinctly]

Unfortunately, we don't have pickles.

[phone beeps]

I don't remember his face.

He knew yours by heart.

[Charlie] You were not paid to know that.

The absence of parents
can cause emotional immaturity.

I will classify this as a…
provocation in this category.

I spent every Christmas with you
and not with him.

It's your father who bought your gifts.

That's not true, Brigleur.

When I was 14, I followed you into
a store when you bought me the flute.

[Brigleur] You broke it
the minute you unpacked it.

Yeah. I thought I'd get a slap
or something, but you didn't even move.

That's when I knew
you'd never be anything but an employee.

He missed my birth,
I missed his death.

I did everything to be like him.
I dressed like him,

I studied what he studied.

I wrote him a letter every week
so that he'd know everything about me,

like a real father.

Every Saturday I'd run and hide
at the boarding school

so that I could see him arrive
to pick me up.

And then when he'd drop me off, I'd run
and hide so I could see him leave.

If you only knew the things I do
behind your back, Brigleur.

[Brigleur] Malcolm is
much less naive than I am.

You're going to have to become
accustomed to his presence.

It's stipulated in the insurance contract.

I liked it better when we were kids.

Me too.

[wind howling]

[Henry] The Ski-Doo's
not working any more!

If you want to go away, the path is clear.

You don't have the balls to kill me!
You're gonna let nature do it?

[door opens]

You killed my father,
and now you're toying with me.

Tell me why I'm still alive.

-"The art of war is…"
-Oh, for fuck's sake!

I'm gonna die here.

And you're fucking quoting
your stupid fucking book!

Fuck off with that shit!

I need to understand!

When did you figure it all out?

The weight of your empty bag.

[sighs] Fuck!

The overly sharp swerve of your handlebar.

Falling asleep driving
makes you veer off gradually.

No cellphone.

No ID.

Doubting is my nature.

Did you look at him…

before you killed him?

Did you look at his face?

Did he say anything? Like a name?

Avenging your father
doesn't make you his daughter.

[tuts] He didn't even want a girl.
That's why he called me Charlie.

[Charlie sighs]

So you're gonna kill me?

[sighs wearily]

You're the second part of the contract.

[sighs]

You don't think that it was fully
your decision to come here, do you?

Who wants me dead? Give me a name.

There is no name, just a phone number.

-Give it to me.
-[wind howling]

[window clatters]

[Henry] I'll check outside.

You gotta be kidding me. Come on.

Fuck.

[dramatic music playing]

Shit!

Fuck!

-[bangs door]
-Shit!

Hey, Davies, listen, it's me.

The power's out
and I need an Internet connection.

-At 2 o'clock?
-Yeah, at 2:00 in the morning. Come on.

I'll go to my computer.

Okay, listen, I think I've found it.

Obviously there's
no credit card transaction history,

-because she doesn't have one.
-What?

Yeah, Brigleur organizes it.
He takes care of all of it.

It's Brigleur who pays.

So if we find Brigleur's account details,

-then we'll find signs of the daughter.
-Right now?

-Please, do it for me, okay?
-[sighs] All right.

[thunder rumbling]

[scoffs] You're kidding me?

[phone vibrating]

Wait a second.

Lieutenant,

to what do I owe this nocturnal pleasure?

Where is she?

You understand that I cannot answer you.

I don't give a shit. Tell me where she is.

I don't have the right.

Why, who's gonna stop you? Your boss?
He's dead.

I am paid to respect my contract.
I don't have the right to say.

Listen to me. She'll be dead in a couple
of hours if she's not dead already.

You understand?
No matter what her training is,

it doesn't make a difference.
This guy's more than a professional.

Do you have any other questions?

No.

Then goodnight, Mr. Kappa.

-[cell phone ringing]
-Hey.

[Davies] I've got it.

He paid for a ticket to Washington State
a month ago.

Yep, I talked to him.
Said he stayed in Europe.

What about the second number
on Bob's list?

He didn't pick up.

Do you think it's Charlie's number?

No. He, she, whatever…
I mean, they would've picked up.

[beeps]

[wind howling]

[text alert beeps]

Forty miles north of Oroville.

Oroville. Where the hell is Oroville?

Oroville… Oroville. Motherfucker.

Bob, you're a genius.

[barman] You asked
for the weather report. Like I said.

[wind howling]

[Kappa] Captain, listen.
Call me when you get to Oroville, okay?

I've got the exact location.
Meet me there.

[Davies] Kappa, we've got no warrant.

Listen, we're not gonna
go and arrest anyone,

we're gonna go and save her
before he does anything, okay?

[wind howling]

[footsteps approach]

[Charlie] Sometimes
I forget that you killed him,

and I hate myself for that.

I need to remember why I came here.

-[gun fires]
-[glass shatters]

Charlie!

Charlie!

-[gun fires]
-[glass shatters]

[gun fires]

[grunts]

No!

Damn it!

[thuds]

[gun firing]

[gun firing]

[breathes heavily]

[knife slashes]

[gasps]

[grunts]

What's the price for a girl like me?

[grunts]

[wood clatters]

[Kappa] Malcolm's? What do you think?

[engines roaring in distance]

[gunshot echoes]

[yelping]

[gasps]

[both panting]

Did you find what you were looking for?

You need to know…

that if I hesitated even slightly,
this would have been impossible.

Close your eyes.

[growls]

They never forget the taste of blood.

Like me.

-[gun fires]
-[grunts]

[poignant music playing]

You good?

Yeah, I'm good. That's enough!

[poignant music continues]

[melancholic music playing]