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- Shit! - What?

Still can't connect. Admin wise, the site's bulletproof.

Meaning what?

It's like pieces of a jigsaw scattered through cyberspace.

So we can't bid?

No, we can't connect.

We're dealing with a passive site, one for lurkers.

Users have a code, a password. We've got nothing.

Let's try this.

Might work.

I'll approach it...

from the user side... Nox clients.

Maybe someone slipped up and left their browser open

on the darknet.

Yes. Got someone!

It's here... Stand back.

Police! Back off.

Sit down.

Don't move.

7 days after disappearance

OK.

You can connect.

- Connect to what? - Nox!

- Wait, let me explain... - We don't care!

Do it!

The auction ends in under an hour.

No, stop! We can't log in

- with her username. - Why not?

If we bid using her account, they'll expect her, not you.

Yes.

How did you access Nox?

Were you co-opted?

You have a code that allows you to create a login?

Then tell us, fuckwit!

You think we've got all day?

That's it. Now shift.

Any particular username? You don't care?

Amount?

- What's the maximum bid? - 10,000.

But this is a cop.

Usually it's a nobody.

- Bid 30,000. - You have cash?

Of course not.

They want a 6 bitcoin deposit.

What is this bullshit?

That's the deal. A third in bitcoins to show you're serious,

then two-thirds in cash.

One bitcoin is 1500 euros, six is 10,000.

Sounds right.

I'll see to it, I'll hack into...

some private accounts, then open...

a temporary account on the darknet.

How? I don't get it.

Rather than lift 10,000 from one guy,

you take one euro from 10,000.

Now I convert into bitcoins...

Bid accepted.

You'll need to find the cash yourself.

It's Hadji.

What the fuck have I got myself into?

Nothing from the Supt. Decker phone tap.

- He's being careful. - And Cabo?

Can't be reached, not at work today.

Great, yet another missing person. It's driving me nuts.

No bodies, no clues, nothing.

- The gravedigger file? - The entries are anonymous.

OK, so I have the dates...

Oh, you stupid bitch.

So, Bousso and Asri...

went missing the same day.

What was the date?

10 September 2013.

Size? How tall were they?

Bousso was 1.85m, Asri was 1.90m.

I think I'm onto something

Wait, you mean it's...

The GPS coordinates.

Ferrera was a Quarries Inspector,

a trained engineer.

"Alt 20"... meaning Altitude 20?

Paris is, what?

35m above sea level?

So applying those GPS coordinates,

35m below the surface...

- Is where we'll find them. - Exactly.

Right.

How did you hear about Nox?

I slept with this sketchy guy.

I tend to attract sketchy guys.

He was stoned, talked about Nox.

He said you could give free rein to your basic instincts.

What about the victims?

He said they were homeless types, who were well out of it.

Flotsam and jetsam.

At first I wasn't interested but then I became obsessed.

So you logged in. Then what?

I bid in an auction and won.

I was summoned to some kind of interview.

An interview?

To see if I was motivated.

Where?

A park, in broad daylight.

What was he like?

I don't know, 30 or 35, nondescript.

And then?

Then I was given GPS coordinates.

I met him underground, it was a long walk.

Could you find it again?

No. He said he never took the same entrance.

Five minutes till the auction ends.

Bid 35,000.

- Go ahead. - Three minutes left.

I reached this place.

There was a guy tied to a chair.

He had a hood on,

hiding his face.

Nox said I could choose a weapon.

How so?

You can choose a gun, a knife or a hammer.

- The gun's loaded? - One bullet.

Then?

- And then? - Then I panicked.

I changed my mind.

I was freaked out, I told him to keep the money.

I said it was a mistake, I couldn't do it.

He stared at me, I was scared.

I thought he'd hit me, or worse.

He said if I talked, he'd kill me. Then he showed me out.

He took the money and I ran away.

I didn't do anything!

Twenty seconds.

You have won the auction

You have a message

One hour, Zéphyr Café

In an hour? When does he want the cash?

When you go down.

Here we go... So what's the plan?

- I'll go. - We'll grab him, make him talk.

- No. - Look, you can't...

I can.

You're not going down there alone with him.

What if he won't talk, what then?

Then let me go.

It's plain as day you're a cop without a shred of malice in you.

- She's right, you're not credible. - It has to be me.

Stay outside as lookout, in case anything happens.

But how will I know where you are?

I don't know... I don't know!

Tie her up. You, keep an eye on her.

We'll keep you posted.

You OK, Superintendent?

God, De Vasselin, how do you do it?

Rugby. Broken nose, damaged nasal septum...

My sense of smell isn't what it was.

Plus I'm claustrophobic.

Here.

Thanks.

You think it's them?

Hard to say, given the state of the bodies

but the coordinates fit.

If this checks out, we have another hundred bodies, all over Paris.

Hello.

I was expecting someone different.

Younger?

Sit down, please.

Now...

Excuse me.

May I take your phone?

Thanks.

Who co-opted you?

Emma.

Emma65341.

How did you meet her?

Support group.

I suffered burnout a while back. Bad case.

That's when we spoke.

Could I have a slice of lemon meringue? Thanks.

You too, ma'am?

What happened to you?

My body is my business.

Fine.

Why are you here?

Emma told me about...

No, why are you here?

Not how.

Why the hell should you care why I want to do it?

Please.

OK.

My parents were very religious.

But when you work the land, you don't have much choice.

Given all the sacrifices you make, if there's no God

to tuck you in at night, you might wonder what the point is.

My dad died after tangling with some farm machinery:

a straw baler.

My mother went soon afterwards.

Lung cancer.

Naturally she'd never smoked.

I'm not here to complain. "Oh, poor girl!"

No.

I soon realised that nothing is fair in this world.

Nothing.

Even if you do things right,

life can still slap you in the face.

In fact, especially when you do things right,

life will slap you in the face.

Yet so many assholes dodge the flak.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

If you're so weary of this world, why not leave it?

You mean suicide?

No, you don't understand.

I'm not the problem.

They are.

- Any children? - No, fortunately.

What would I have done with them? My maternal instincts are...

nonexistent.

Good.

It seems that with my clients,

being a parent can cause hesitation when it's time to act.

That thing: "My victim...

"is someone's child too." You see?

- May I ask you a question? - Of course.

Why do you do it?

No one ever asked me that.

Aside from the money you mean?

Let's just say that I see it as a kind of public utility work.

You may think my services are aimed at psychopaths.

I do get them

but the majority of my clients aren't.

No. The urge to murder is within us all.

We deal with it, some better than others, but it's there, latent.

I offer the opportunity to let go in an almost cathartic way.

You sound like a shrink.

I get shrinks.

The scum they have to sniff around every day would make anyone sick.

Before committing the act, you will be terrified,

petrified by fear.

During it, you'll barely remember anything.

Afterwards...

you'll feel neither shame nor regret,

rather relief.

Satisfaction even.

As if a cloud has lifted.

You'll see.

It's an experience unlike any other.

You handle all this on your own?

Odd question.

I'll be back in touch.

See you later.

Hey!

Are you a cop or what?

I'm not deaf, it's just that I don't give a fuck what you're asking.

You don't interest me.

How often have I heard that?

It's crazy.

Give someone a chance to tell you you're a worthless a piece of shit

and they'll grab it. Like you.

I don't know if it's my looks or my personality

but I don't deserve it.

- No. - No, really.

Stop it, you'll make me cry.

You know what my instinct tells me?

You're a fucking snake.

Done nothing to deserve it? Like fuck you haven't.

- What's it like to kill? - I don't know, I didn't do it.

Sure you didn't. You're not dumb enough to say you did.

- So what's it like? - I don't know.

Did it feel good?

Was it pleasurable?

Did you have an orgasm?

I bet you did.

It's scary, the way you look at me.

You have a message

L/N 76.71.6783 - I/E 3. 58 45.376 in 1 hour

I just got a message.

Meeting place in an hour. I'll forward it.

How will you follow her?

Like Tom Thumb?

It'll work... it will.

What about me?

OK... OK.

So?

You pay the money, they give you Julie.

- That's all, you promise? - Promise.

I'll call my bank to tell them.

Thanks.

Wait...

Please bring her back.

Bring her back.

OK?

Nox has given a meeting point.

4pm.

Catherine...

We're almost there.

We know she's alive.

We'll get her back, together. OK?

Yes.

Catherine, when you get there,

I'll give you a three-minute start, to keep a safe distance.

They mustn't suspect anything.

Right.

How will you follow me?

How are your fingers?

Hurts like mad. He ripped out my nails,

the fucker.

- Still bleeding? - No.

Good. You'll have to reopen the wound.

I need you to leave traces, every two metres.

If you turn a corner,

leave blood on the wall.

If you go through a door, leave blood on it.

Get the picture?

That's your idea?

- Yeah. - Not bad.

Thanks.

- If anything happens to me... - No.

Don't say it, I'm not interested.

OK.

Please...

Can I have some, please?

Thanks.

Emma65341... they forced me...

...TWO OF THEM...

- Message sent - Shit!

Don't worry, I'm taking over.

Have you got the money?

Good.

Turn round, please.

Just a precaution.

Walk ahead, I'll tell you what to do.

It's nothing, keep walking.

Come on, let's go. Straight ahead.

What are you doing?

Nothing... the blindfold is disorienting me.

Then everything's OK. I'm here now.

Get dressed, I'll be right back.

- Come on, answer... - OK, Elisabeth?

It's me again.

Look, I fucked up. Big time.

She evaded me, and sent a message to Nox.

Message? What message?

Maybe he hasn't seen it.

He's underground, with Catherine.

He has no Internet.

Unless he's hard-wired.

- Are you sure? - No, I can't be sure but...

Where are they?

I don't know, I've got an entry point...

- I'll read it out. - Go ahead.

Latitude/North: 76.71...

Read it.

"I, being of sound mind and body, do hereby declare

"that I take full responsibility for my present and future actions."

Come here.

I want to see her first.

A few words of advice.

You have two categories of weapon. Close contact: a knife,

- a hammer, or... - Gun.

Fine.

Fine, fine.

Hey, we need to move.

Like cockroaches.

Kill one and another ten turn up.

I told you we had to stop.

Didn't I tell you? You're meant to be the smart one.

Now finish the job. You take care of him.

We're closing up.

- The remaining ones? - I'll see to them.

Julie?

Mum...

Why did you come?

We came...

I came with Raphaël. He's on his way.

Why did you drag Raphaël into it?

I didn't drag him into it. What did you think?

He's looking for you, he has been from the start.

We're not leaving you here to die.

There's no point, Mum... No point.

What do you mean, no point?

We'll get out, you'll see.

- Stop it, there's no point. - What?

Stop it.

I know why you're here, I know everything.

- Why? - Thomas Bousso... I know.

It's my fault.

- It isn't your fault. - Yes, it is.

- I've made so many mistakes. - Mum...

I wanted you to be a cop. It was stupid.

You could have done so many other things. I was a bad mother.

I realise all my mistakes.

You did what you could.

Julie...

- "Mum..." - "Yes?"

"Why did you choose this place?"

"Because it's right beside a water purification plant."

"Water purification?"

"Yes, which means that by changing a few connections...

"the pit fills up...

"and empties...

"in less than ten minutes.

"A great way to clean up!"

Farewell.

Farewell!

Raphaël!

Mum, save yourself.

- You can't, you can't... Mum! - Wait...

Mum, listen to me, you'll never do t!

Mum, you'll never do it! Go, Mum, please!

We'll make it out, you have to believe!

You have to believe.

Mum, go!

Wait...

- Mum, go, go... - Julie...

- Julie... - Mum, go...

Kiss me.

Let go of him, Berger.

Let go of him!

Let go!

Lieutenant Berger...

Lieutenant Berger?

His name is Gayan Denapura.

A Sri Lankan national.

One of the few Nox survivors.

His testimony led us back to Supt. Garraud.

Have you met him?

Do you know him?

Lieutenant Berger?

- Have you ever seen him? - No.

OK, fine.

We are now certain that Garraud was head of a gang of cops

that was instrumental in the deaths of several young people

from underprivileged districts.

The mass graves recently unearthed

show several other victims.

Regrettably Supt. Garraud cannot be found.

It seems he crossed the border into Spain during the night.

Naturally we'll do whatever it takes to find him.