01x02 - Hantise 2

[bunniefuu]

No. I won't make it.
You'll have to call the colleagues.

Me?

- I have to call your colleagues?
- Please, Astrid.

- Why don't you do it yourself?
- I'm sorry,

but as you can see, we’re in a basement
and there's no signal.

Ah.
But Commander Coste, phones

are really not my thing,
I did not prepare my call.

- It is complicated.
- Ok, ok.

You are going to
send a text to Nicolas, ok?

A written message is good.

- And Astrid?
- Yes?

- Make sure he receives it, above all.
- Receives it.

That only leaves you and me
in this damn basement.

Yeah.

Astrid?

Is somebody there?

Are you ok?

What happened?

When we arrived,
you were already unconscious.

Are you ok?

Astrid explained everything to me.
You were in the basement of haunted house.

Did you see anything?

Nothing at all, honey.

Nothing at all.

What are you doing, there?

You’re not leaving like that?

No, no,
I’m going to get dressed first.

On the other hand, it's crazy,

I don't feel pain anymore.

That is normal.
They administered you mg of oxycodone.

It is like morphine.

Well, it's perfect.

No, it is not perfect.
It is not perfect at all. It is not a treatment. No.

She's right.
Don’t act like an idiot, Raph.

Mom.

You should listen to them.

You're cute, all three of you.

It's cute for you to worry about me like this.

It's very cute.

We'll drop you off on the way, ok?

- And you, what are you going to do?
- I have to go back to the precinct.

- We're going to the precinct.
- We are going to the house on rue Frochot.

You're going back to the haunted house.
Take me.

- Take me please.
- No, Théo, Théo, Théo.

It's not an amusement park,
it's a crime scene.

- It sucks.
- Hey, oh.

There.

You overdid it,
and now you cannot walk anymore.

It's not that, Astrid.

There’s something I didn't tell you.

I didn’t want to talk about it in front of Théo,

he’s already excited enough about this house.

I am listening.

When I was downstairs,
before I fainted…

I saw the maid.

She had a fireplace poker
in her stomach.

I know it sounds crazy, but...

It was so real.

Ok.

Wait, that’s all you have to say?

It is simply an element that
we need to take into consideration

among all the other elements
we already have.

It will find its place
in the equation in proper time.

You astound me, Astrid.
[French: You’re sawing me, Astrid].

I-I am sawing you?

No, it's an expression, yeah.

Ah. I am not very
comfortable with figurative expressions.

Yes, it's true. I know this.

- I swear I'll try harder. Promised.
- Thank you, Commander Coste.

Where is Fournier?
Don't tell me we missed him!

Yeah, and not by a little.

- They took the body last night.
- Wait, how long was I unconscious for?

- You were unconscious for around hours.
- What? No.

Yes.
But I think you were mostly asleep.

It was the evening Commander,
and now it is morning.

- It is : .
- That late?

So, I can tell you that
the victim was stabbed right here

and that they slowly bled to death.

Three types of stains.
Passive, projected, transferred.

For the first, it is clearly a passive stain.

The parabolic arc here
is specific to projected stains.

No, but this is not related
to the stabbing. It's too far away.

To believe diameter and
shape of the stain,

there is a body of consistent evidence
that indicates that the victim

was punched.

Yeah, alright, thank you.
We know our job.

Don't worry, she does that a lot.

We don’t have any reasons
to pay attention to this.

And Fournier didn't report
any bruises on the victim.

These are very old stains,
they're unrelated to this crime.

Yes, but you'll still take some samples, hm?

Here we go.

Steph,
take some blood samples from the wall,

I'll take care of the photos.

It's crazy!

We didn’t see that Astrid,
there’s an access here.

The k*ller very well might have known
about this and entered here.

Astrid?

Astrid?

These are bags of flour.

Ah, well, yes, yes.

Indeed, the first owner was a baker.

Those bags must have been here
for over a century.

I need to get away,
this smell is very aggressive.

It's funny, I don't smell anything.

- Maybe humidity, but a basement smells after all.
- No, no.

I am extra sensitive to many
external factors such as bright lights or

sounds or smells,

and the smell here is not
a basement smell at all.

It is bitter and acrid.
and the smell here is not
a basement smell at all.

It is bitter and acrid.

It is very aggressive,
I need to get away.

I am getting away.

Ok.
Um, guys would you mind taking

some samples for me from the bags?

Astrid?

It's decorative.

The closet was built around the door
to seal up the basement.

Not only to seal it,
but also to conceal it.

And that’s nothing new.

When I talked about it with Carole Ribaud,
she was very surprised.

years in this house and she
didn't even know there was a basement.

Anyway, unlike what we thought,
it isn't Ribaud that damaged Karlishian's car.

According to Fournier,
he was already dying in his basement.

k*lled by a Kn*fe from his own kitchen.

The k*ller used the first thing
they could get their hands on.

Maybe a fight gone wrong?

It’s not possible,
there would be bruises on the body

- or signs of a struggle.
- You're not wrong.

We still have to find out if there’s
a connection with Karlishian's death.

A lock.

Yes, of course.

Just like on the -piece burr.

Exactly.

Hello.

Hello.

It's fine, thank you.

I have mail for Mr. and Mrs. Ribaud.

I'll take it.

Ok.

Have you been working here a long time?

My parents arrived in
and I took over afterwards.

I was born here, so to speak.

You know the house well, then?

It claimed a new victim, right?

The curse continues.

You must be the same age as Laure Gana.

If you grew up here,
you must have known her?

Yes, when we were kids,
we were inseparable.

- It must have been a shock.
- Of course.

But we weren't really friends anymore
when it happened.

She was starting high school and
I was dropping out of school.

She hung out with much older dudes.

What kind of guys?

I don't know.

They spent all their time in a squat
she had made down in the basement.

That means the basement
wasn’t sealed at the time?

Why, did they seal the basement?

Yes, Astrid, a moment.
The entrance was hidden.

Yes, Astrid?

One does not interrupt people
when they are talking.

But we must go to
the Criminal Documentation.

Now.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Astrid, can I know what's going on?
Can you explain?

No, there is no time.

Do you know about
the Pont-Saint-Esprit's mass poisoning?

I wish I could tell you yes, but

- no, it doesn't ring a bell, no.
- Ah.

, deaths,

people committed
in psychiatric institutions,

with the same symptoms,
more or less severe, in the same village.

Ah, there it is.
with the same symptoms,
more or less severe, in the same village.

Ah, there it is.

The investigation showed
that all victims

had bought their bread
at the same bakery.

And concluded that
it was criminal intoxication.

A lovely tale,
I'll tell it to my son tonight.

What does it have to do with us?

In fact, the one responsible for
that epidemic of psychosis

was just a parasite,
particular to rye flour,

easily identifiable by its bitter,
acrid, very unpleasant smell.

- Like the bags in the basement?
- Absolutely.

Careful with the file.

This parasite is the rye ergot fungus.

Its main characteristic is that

it produces
lysergic acid diethylamide.

- LSD?
- Absolutely.

No wonder there are
some strange phenomena in this house.

So, what I saw in the basement was-

You were under the influence of
a powerful psychotropic, Commander.

It is a very plausible explanation.

And Laure Gana,

she spent her life in this basement,

it was her squat.

She must have inhaled a ton of this sh*t.

- Rye ergot fungus.
- Yes.

It could explain her k*lling spree,

and also her condition today.

She might be suffering from

a hallucinogen persisting
perception disorder.

She stayed high all her life in a way.

No ghost, no possession.

She had a bad trip.

A bad trip.

I do not know what a bad trip is.

But if you are referring to
a state of strong deterioration

of perceptions due to a failure
of the central nervous system,

then you are absolutely right,
Commander Coste.

Is that right?

Yes it is, yes.

A bad trip.

You had a bad trip,
Commander Coste.

He was there,
only a few meters away from me.

I could have saved him.

You couldn't have known, Mrs. Ribaud.

I told him this house was bad luck.

He wouldn't believe me.

It wasn’t the house,
that k*lled your husband.

It was a very real person.

I'll leave you to it.

I'm Diego.

Max's associate.

He was like a father to me.

I know we’ve never met, but

if there’s anything I can do to help.

Everything alright, Astrid?

I left my noise-canceling headset
at the Criminal Documentation.

Ok, we wait for Fournier's report,
we make a quick stop at the precinct,

and we'll get your noise-canceling headset
right after the Doc. Is that ok?

A quick stop.

So, Fournier, what is it this time?

Suffocated by an ectoplasm?
Strangled by a white lady?

A spontaneous combustion, maybe?

No, the victim d*ed from blood loss due to

a bladed w*apon injury to the chest.

Max Ribaud bled to death,

it took him several hours to die.

You don't see anything
unusual this time?

Did you do the toxic report?

Yes, at first some alcohol traces,
but not much.

And no scopolamine either.

I don't really know why I checked,
but I did.

It's something much stronger
we're looking for.

LSD.

LSD?
Why would this guy take…

Ok, I'll stop asking questions,
I figure I won’t like the answer.

- We'll explain it to you later. Promised.
- But there's something else.

I compared the victim’s blood

with the forensics’ results of
the blood samples from the wall.

No link to Max Ribaud and forensics
estimated it’s from years ago.

That’s around the time Laure Gana
was overtaken by her k*lling spree, right?

Impossible.
There is no body of consistent evidence.

I know the familicide file,
the file from November th, .

No m*rder in the basement.

Furthermore,
the blood type of the blood projection

does not match
any family members. It is AB-.

This type is very rare.
Barely % of the population.

Barely.

There was probably another m*rder
in this house years ago.

Yes, yes, yes.
We're going. Now.

Yes, we're going.

This is probably a years old cold case.

So you think there is a link between
this cold case and Ribaud's death.

And also the lawyer’s death,
if you ask me.

And all of that
with a years gap.

The only link we have for now

is that they were all together
at the same college.

There must be something else.

- And Laure Gana?
- She is the lock.

I do not have
my noise-canceling headset.

- Was she in college too?
- No, no, she was in high school, a senior.

The college is a start.

I'll go there.
Astrid, are you coming with-

Astrid?

She bailed again.

Hey! Be careful.

I did everything I could to
keep Astrid in a normal school.

I know, you told me.

It’s becoming too much.

I’m not only asking you
because you’re a friend.

Astrid is talented,
I know she can be useful.

And being useful is the first step toward
believing in yourself, right honey?

I feel like she can
really shine here with you.

What makes you think that?

There are so many things
compatible with her autism here.

Order, silence,

strictness.

She already knows a lot
about investigation reports.

Even a bit too much for her age.

Could you give it a try?

See if she can find her place.

We could start with an internship.

What do you think Astrid?

Do you think you are qualified?

I am qualified.

Very good.

Then welcome at
the Criminal Documentation Service.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

There are too many parasites.

Too many factors.

It is too hard.

I cannot do it.

I told you so.

But I need to be able to do it.

They need me.

I am useful.

Of course, Astrid, you're useful.

But at what cost?

- Do you want it to end badly?
- No.

I just want to be able to
manage the unexpected.

To not have to adapt
to others all the time.

It requires so much energy.

You don't listen to yourself enough.

You look exhausted.

I am able.

I am qualified.

know Astrid, I know.

But you are also vulnerable.

It is not fair.

It is not fair.

I'm going to bring you back home.

You'll get some rest.

I stopped by the office of former Assas students.

They told me an investigative journalist
had the same questions as me.

I thought it could make for
an interesting conversation.

I wouldn't be so sure if I were you.

Don't be so negative.

A journalist with confidential sources

and a cop with confidentiality of investigations,

might become boring soon, no?

We can always try.

Here, I’ll go first.

Ludovic Karlichian and Maxime Ribaud,

I was told you were asking
about them not too long ago.

I'm looking for a connection,
but I still have nothing

with the exception of the school year.

I could tell you about
the subject of my next book but,

I still haven't told anyone.

- Not even my publisher.
- Why is that?

Because it's about important people that
might prevent me from doing my job.

Karlichian, Ribaud,

they don't seem like like big fishes to me.

Let's just say they're not
the only ones swimming in there.

I don't want to fly solo,
but it’s take it or leave it.

I'll talk to you,

but I won't give up my sources.

I'm ready to play along.

I'm researching on far right militancy.

In the ’s, in law schools and
the elite private colleges.

Why the ’s?

Because it is roughly the generation

that is in key positions of power today,

administration, big companies.

Here.

This is the list of members of a
student organization named New Nation.

- Subtle.
- As you say.

Created in September and
disbanded in December .

members.

Two of which are your guys.

Tarquin?

This is the guy Karlichian was defending.

Are you starting to understand why
some people might not like my book?

Ribaud, Karlichian and Tarquin,
the three of them former far right activists?

How did we miss that?

You realize Tarquin did
everything he could to erase

his shady past when he started in politics?

If he managed to hide this,

it’s gonna be hard to
find information on the file.

Yes, well sometimes,

when you can't go
in the woods the find the wolf,

you need to lure it out.

What’s with the story about the wolf, Raph?

What are you gonna do?

att*ck him, so he’ll make a mistake.

I need to go.

Raphaëlle?

Hello?

sh*t.

I think we can talk about-

Commander.

Did you make any progress
on Ludovic’s death?

If I can help you in any way.

You could tell me more about New Nation?

Gentlemen, please.

If you want to help me
catch your friend's k*ller,

you might need to start
by telling me the truth.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I think you do.

I've seen some papers at a journalist’s.

Papers that won't take long
to explode in your face,

and more than just a little.

Listen Commander,

you should look in the right places.
Some truths are better left unsaid.

- Is that a thr*at?
- No.

I'm an elected official, ma'am.

And I'm a criminal police officer.

And that's why you should be careful.

- Police careers are fragile.
- As are the political ones, you know.

Information gets out, and everything stops.

You shouldn't be so sure of yourself, Commander.

I know.
Everybody keeps telling me.

But when I feel like I'm being lied to,
I can't help but be stubborn.

And believe me,

I always find what I'm looking for.

Have a good day.

- Raph?
- Yeah?

- Don't tell me you did something stupid?
- Me?

Yes, you!

It’s all right,
I just went to do some gardening.

I planted a seed, and we'll see
if I have a green thumb.

So you went to see
a council member in office,

without any warrant,
to att*ck him at his workplace?

- Great.
- Commander?

I might have found something.
Ok, it's a bit far-fetched, but...

Fire away. At this point...

tried to look into Laure Gana,

we've only looked at
her connection with Ribaud,

meaning Espirito Santo.

But I found out that before that,
she was in a Catholic institution.

And?

Laure Gana's grandmother thought
her grand-daughter was possessed.

She called an exorcist.

- An exorcist, really?
- Yes, really.

It's Father Bouilloux.

And he played a big part in the case,

he was the first to defend
the young girl’s criminal irresponsability.

- Do you know where we can find him?
- He's in charge of exorcism at Paris diocese.

Wait, Raph.

You're not going to go see an exorcist priest, right?

Never going where I'm expected.

That could make a great epitaph, right?

It was my first big case.

I had just arrived at the exorcism department.

So you think Laure Gana was possessed when
she m*rder*d her whole family?

Absolutely.
It wasn't Laura Gana I had in front of me,

but a th century maid.

Sorry Father, but we have good reasons

to believe that she was acting under
the influence of a psychotropic drug.

Laure Gana gave me
a lot of details about

her youth in a Morvan village, about

her departure to Paris in ,

about her parents,
humble farmers whose

whole livestock was k*lled by anthr*x.

I don't see how a young girl born in
could have invented all that.

Yeah, well, in the meantime,
she's still possessed by the maid.

Sorry Father,
I don't want to be rude but...

Didn't your exorcism kinda fail?

Laura Gana has taken refuge in a split personality,

it's what's protecting her.

Have you heard of Jung,

- the father of analytic psychology?
- Yes, as everybody has, yes.

To Jung,

a ghost is less of an apparition
than a mind’s creation.

Ghosts came from disappearances.

What haunts us,

is hollowness,

oblivion.

And Laure Gana is not lacking emptiness.

When you say emptiness, Father,

you mean the void left by her family?

That one or another one.

When she m*rder*d her family,

Laura Gana was a few months pregnant.

According to the priest,
the child was born anonymously.

But the information was very well hidden
by the institution and the family.

They wanted to protect the child from
the m*ssacre that preceded his birth.

You think Ribaud
was the child's father

and that’s why he took care of Laure Gana?

We can always check.

Reach out the National Council
about accessing personal data.

We're looking for a child
born anonymously, birth mother:

Laure Gana.

Hello.
I'd like to see Astrid Nielsen.

Commander, Miss Nielsen is not here today.
Sorry.

Can you give her a message?

Commander?

Can I speak with you privately?

Of course.

All of this is not good for Astrid.

She had a shutdown.

That's why she left.

A shutdown?

- What is that?
- A burnout.

A burnout?

But I don't understand,
everything was going smoothly.

You don't realize how much it costs her.

All of those social interactions.
It's exhausting for her.

But she doesn’t always realize, so

when she reaches an outpouring,
she can fall apart abruptly.

Ok, well, where is she now?

I sent her back home.

You can't force her hand.

It wasn't my intent.

- In any case, it's over.
- What do you mean, it's over?

You're not working with her anymore.

- It's over.
- But you can't do that!

And it’s for her to decide.

Yes, I can.

I'm her legal guardian.

Astrid is disabled, she's not responsible.

She can't be left to her own devices.

But she's not!

I'm here.

- We're a team.
- Don't push it, Commander Coste.

Tomorrow, I'll send a letter to the chief of police.

It's for her own good.

Is it because of the haunted house
that you're this sad, Mom?

It's because of someone
that is stopping someone else

from doing something she’s good at.

And also because I'm having trouble
understanding this someone.

- The second someone-
- It's Astrid, basically.

Coste?

What?

Don't touch anything,
I'm on my way.

Go, Mom, don't worry,
I’ll handle dinner.

Two masked men came into my place.
They weren't here for the tip.

They broke down the door.

- It's crazy, in broad daylight, like this?
- Yes, in broad daylight.

They turned the apartment upside down,
I couldn't do anything.

- Did they take anything?
- Yes, of course.

Most of the evidence I had
on New Nation is missing.

Are you the one who talked to Tarquin?

I pushed him a bit.

But I didn't give your name.

Well, you did find me
through the college.

What did you think he was gonna do?

Look,

I'll call some coworkers,

people I trust,
and we'll figure this out.

So that this place can be overrun with cops?
No, no, please,

don’t make this worse.

You have no idea
what they're capable of.

It's not a game.

They're sh**ting real b*ll*ts.

Théo?

Théo.

Théo?

It's Coste.

I think they kidnapped my son.

Do you think Tarquin
can do something like that?

f*ck, f*ck.

Astrid?
What are you doing here?

Something is wrong with Théo.

- You know he's missing?
- Yes.

I know where he is.

- What?
- Yes.

How many people d*ed in this house again?

The maid,

the other owners,

the triple familicide,
and the last one.

That should be , maybe even more.

Very freaky.

Come on,
let’s look for the basement entrance.

Are you sure?

Yeah, don't worry.

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

Because I had to make a choice.

At the hospital, Théo asked me to

come here with him and his friend.
Obviously, I said no.

But then he asked me to
never tell you about this,

and I found myself at an impasse.

Ethically, I had to tell you, but

morally I had made him a promise.

- Yeah well, you made the right choice.
- Thank you.

I swear, if I catch this little prick,
I’m gonna k*ll him.

Commander Coste, I think you are getting
carried away by your emotions.

k*lling your son will not solve anything.

Furthermore, it is forbidden by law.

Holy cow!

We can still see the blood.

Nothing around here,
do you want to go to the attic?

Sidonie?

Sidonie?

Everything good?

I'm not interrupting, am I?

I'm gonna do this by the book.

Intrusion in a sealed private residence,

I'll have to take you in.

I do not know if
I made the right choice,

between breaking your promise
or lying to your mother.

It’s ok.

- You probably will not trust me again.
- Of course, I will.

I'm the one who put you
in a difficult situation.

I do not understand.

I do not deserve your trust anymore,
since I broke it.

Trusting, it’s taking a risk.

Talking about risks,
I'm going to get a roasting.

Mom is not often angry, but

when she gets angry,
it really is something.

Ah.

How is your mother like?

I do not know, I never knew her.

Sorry.

Do not be sorry.

I did not miss her,
as I did not know her.

Have a good night, Théo.

And good luck.

Bye, Sidonie.

Thank you for telling me the truth, Astrid.

I am sorry for leaving
so suddenly yesterday.

No, no, don’t apologize.

I am doing my best to handle my limits,

but sometimes I get caught by surprise.

All of this is still very new to me.

I know.

Look, if you want to stop, you can.

No one can force you to do
something you don't want to do.

I will not leave you
to your own devices, Commander,

we are a team.

As for Théo?

Do not roast him too hard.

Goodnight, Astrid.

I had the fright of a lifetime.

I thought Tarquin had kidnapped him.
I pictured so many things.

Why didn't you call me?

I don't know, I didn't dare.

I thought you were gonna
get mad at me.

Come on Raph,
don't you trust me anymore?

We’re a team, dammit.

Yes, I know, I was stupid.

And apparently it runs in the family.
Look,

He took pictures of the crime scene
like it was fine,

can you believe it?

- It's not funny.
- Wait, what is this?

- Don't know, looks like a tag.
- In any case, it's Arabic.

- You can read Arabic?
- Not fluently, but a bit.

My mom is Lebanese, remember?

Yes, I know,
but I didn't know you learned Arabic.

Actually, Lebanese Arabic is quite different
from Modern Standard Arabic.

It belongs to a dialectal form
we call North Levantine Arabic.

Nico.

Actually, on a linguistic side,
it's quite funny

- because if you take a word-
- Nico.

Yes?

It's fascinating,
but tell me what's written, please.

Yeah.

Um, looks like a lover’s message.

You know, like the ones
written on trees, or public benches or-

Nico, Nico.

Uh, it's written "Jaba and

Laure".

Laure Gana?

Yeah, but little Laure
was more hanging out

with white supremacists than Arabs.

Maybe that's precisely
what they disliked.

You think it might be
Jaba’s blood on the wall?

Look, if there's a Jaba who d*ed
in odd circumstances in .

- Can you do that?
- I'm on it.

If Astrid could help us on that one,
it would be great.

She stopped by earlier.

Really?

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

- I don't know…
- Why was she here?

I don't know, she looked lost.
She was looking for you,

you weren't there, she left.

You're so annoying Nico,
it might have been important.

I don't know.

It's ok, I'll handle it.

I'm sorry, Astrid.

I was just told
you came by the precinct.

So, what did you want to tell me?

Not here,

come with me.

I have never brought anyone here.

Whoa.

Can you take off your shoes?
There.

Truth be told, I-

I would prefer if you kept
the existence of this room

- to yourself.
- I won't say anything.

I promise you,

I'll keep this to myself.

- Can I?
- Yes.

If this is your secret room,

why don't you lock it?

No need.

No one comes here anymore except me.

It is the old Roneo mimeograph room,

where carbon copies were made.

They call it the paper room.

Today, the department is dematerializing.

It is where I feel the best,

alone.

Why do you like it so much,
being alone?

It is essential, being alone.

It is relaxing.

And when I am alone,
I am not atypical.

It is because of others
that I am different.

But when I am alone,
I am not different,

I am just me.

I think I found something that
could help us with the investigation.

Last night, when we parted,

something kept bothering me
though I did not know why.

Laure Gana,

I knew she was the lock.

- The piece that connects all the cases.
- Absolutely.

But it is not because of
the rue Frochot case, no.

I knew I had already seen
her name in another file.

But the familicide one was so big,

it concealed everything else.

The familicide is there.

On October th, ,

days before murdering her family,

Laura Gana reported a missing boy,

born in Tataouine, Tunisia,
on April th, .

Two days later,

the young man was found dead,
on the railway

of the Paris–Creil liaison.

The investigation showed that
he was k*lled while trying to cross,

but there is a lot of
inconsistency in the case.

But most importantly...

- Most importantly...
- Yes?

His blood type was AB-,

just like the bloodstains
we found in the basement.

Do we know his name?

Yes.

Jaba Al Mepsoutah, years old.

There was a picture in the file.

Can I take the picture?

Yes.

- It can’t be.
- Yes, it can.

Nicolas Perran,

I want to report water damage.

No. No, no!

Let me introduce you to Jaba Al Mepsoutah.

Reported missing by Laure Gana
on October th, .

Found dead on October th,
on the railway

of the Paris–Creil liaison.

- Wait, he looks exactly like-
- Diego Ansatte.

- How do you know?
- How do I know what?

Well...

We received an answer from the
National Council for accessing personal data.

Laure Gana's child born anonymously
is Diego Ansatte.

The blood found on the basement wall
is probably Jaba Al Mepsoutah’s.

He must have been
Laure Gana's boyfriend at the time.

And you think Diego Ansatte is their son?

There is more, look.

There were reporters that day in court.

We had access to the France Info rush,
and we saw this.

What happened?
Do you have a statement?

Diego Ansatte is
the spitting image of his father.

Karlichian did die of fright
because he saw a ghost.

A man m*rder*d years earlier.

Last summer, Max asked me to be
his associate in his new company.

He was the one
wwho came to me when I

graduated from
my computer science BTEC.

When I'm far from being
the only one on the market.

I started asking myself questions.

- All of that kindness was a bit much.
- Well, of course.

Most of my friends struggle just
to find a permanent contract.

And me and my Arabic face,

with success everywhere.

So I talked to Ribaud one-on-one,
and I asked him to explain.

Which he did?

Step by step, but yes.

He confessed eventually.

I think it was what
he was waiting for.

To get rid of something
too heavy to carry.

He told me how my father d*ed.

About the involvement
of his friends at that time.

Tarquin and Karlishian,

their part in it.

Including his own.

Even though he was
more a follower than a leader.

I'm sure he told me the truth.

What do you know about that?

Truth be told, the only grey area
that remains is my mother.

Max always refused to tell me about her.

All I know is that she
came from a middle-class family,

she was one of their friends and

they couldn't accept an Arab
was flirting with her.

So they wanted to kick my father's ass.

It went too far.

He d*ed from their blows.

Max was eaten by
his guilt since that day.

After he told me the truth,

he contacted his old friends and
told them he wanted to confess.

I realized soon they would
do anything to keep him quiet.

Hence the booby-trapped car?

I didn't think it
would have that much power.

I only wanted to intimidate them.

But it was too late anyway.

I'm sure Tarquin
had already k*lled Max.

It's what I'm thinking too,

but Tarquin is the kind of guy
who takes precautions.

His cell phone indicates
he didn't leave his house

the night Ribaud was k*lled.

His phone stayed at his house,

but he didn't.

And I can prove it.

- Diego had a tracker on Tarquin’s car keys.
- Yeah.

I managed to find the route,

and it gives us proof that Tarquin was
at Ribaud's house Friday night.

The night Ribaud was k*lled.

Diego didn't do anything
to stop his mentor’s death?

Yes, but when he arrived at the house,
it was empty.

The tragedy was
playing out under his feet,

in a basement
he didn't know about.

There is a failure to follow
the required procedures.

And this is why,

your Honor,

I am asking for
this trial to be postponed.

Your Honor,
we need to suspend the session.

We will take a break.
The audience is suspended.

Mr. Tarquin, I'm informing you of
your placement in police custody

for Max Ribaud's m*rder.

What are you doing?
You have no right.

You'll pay for this.

Threats, again?

You're on a loop?

- You don't know what you're doing
- Move.

I know exactly what I'm doing.

I'm a judicial police officer
arresting an elected official.

- You're not above the law.
- You don't have any proof.

- Do you know Locard's principle?
- The what principle?

Locard's.

During a crime,

the perpetrator leaves marks behind
but also takes some clues with them.

You were careful not to
leave anything in the basement,

not a fingerprint, not a hair.

But you took a bit of
the crime scene with you.

We searched your place.

We found saltpeter
on one of your suit.

A unique signature
of Max Ribaud's basement.

A scotch, please.

Well done on Tarquin's case.

He'll go to jail for Max Ribaud’s m*rder.

Unfortunately, no one will pay
for Jaba Al Mepsoutah’s.

Altogether, it was a success.

I could never have done it
without Astrid, you know.

I know, I'm being overprotective,

but I'm her only family.

Her mother left
when she was a kid and

her father’s dead.

You didn't write
your letter in the end?

No, it wouldn't have been
the right decision.

What made you change your mind?

Astrid brought you
to the paper room.

What do you think that means?

Even I'm not allowed
to go into that room.

Does that mean she trusts me?

I don't know.

But you mean something to her.

Take care of her, Commander.

That's funny, because

my son is sure she’s the one
that will take care of me.

- You asked for me, Commissioner?
- Come in, Nicolas.

You're close with
Commander Coste, right?

Yes. Not to brag but I think
I'm the one who knows her best.

I'll go straight to the point.

I want your opinion on this Astrid Nielsen

she's working so closely with lately.

Well, Astrid is a

very unique person.

- A bit fragile, but very smart.
- Of course.

If you want to know what I think,

this fragility is a danger.

For the team, for herself.

Raphaëlle knows what
she's doing, Commissioner.

I know you won’t speak ill
of Commander Coste, but

if you see this situation
puts her in danger,

I also know you'll
make the right decision,

and tell me about it.

Do we agree?

I have a friend skilled with archives

who sent a letter to Yann Digenvez.

He has even more evidence
of Tarquin’s far right past now

than before the burglary.

I'll read Digenvez's book in prison.

It will be easier knowing
it wasn't all for nothing.

You didn't k*ll anyone, Diego.

I'm ready to testify about
your part in the investigation.

And I hope the jury will be lenient.

Constance is ready to see you.

Constance?

Sister Marie will explain.

It was very moving.

Do you think it will get better, her…

her dissociative fugue?

Difficult to say.

This type of thing, it’s never exact.

Dissociative fugue?
You know what you're talking about.

It was one of your nurses
who told us about it.

Mathilde.

There is no Mathilde on the staff.

Well, I'm not crazy.

I spoke with a Mathilde, right here.

Blonde,

quite elegant.

Mathilde?

Mathilde Nielsen,
she's not on the staff, she's a patient.

She was here for a burnout, but

she left the institution
earlier in the week.

- Mathilde what?
- Mathilde Nielsen.

We'll leave you alone here.

Faced with a series
of inextricable conundrums.

Faced with the mysterious haunted house.

You have one hour,
not a minute more

to find the key.

Pass this time,

you will stay locked in here forever.

You see,

it's not a real haunted house,
but it's age appropriate.

It's awesome, thank you, Mom.

Goodbye, sir.

You're so dumb.

Hurry up.

Look everywhere Théo,
don't lose any time.

Don't worry Mom,
I'm good at this.

Astrid, you can help us.

If the first one is taken
and the second one is taken,

it is in the third one
we need to go into.

Commander,

into the coffin.

There it is.

Twelve minutes.

Already?

Yeah Astrid, we had an hour.

It was a bit simple,

I do not understand the point.

Well,

- want to go for ice-cream?
- Oh, yeah!

- Come on.
- Pistachio, two scoops, in a cup.

- In a cone, it can fall.
- Yeah.

- Thank you, Mom.
- You're welcome, honey.

Wait for us upstairs?

Um, Astrid, can I ask you
an indiscreet question?

A question is not indiscreet,

it is the answer that might be.

Do you have any
memories of your mom?

The answer will not be indiscreet.

I do not have any.

Ah.

- She left when you were little?
- I think so.

My father never talked about it.

He just told me she had left.

And since I do not remember,

I think it was before my
temporal lobe reached its maturity

and before my hippocampus
was fully functional.

It is the process that allows us

to store long-term memories.

We estimate that it happens
between the ages of

and .

What was her name?

My long-term memory?

- No, your mom.
- Ah.

Mathilde.

Are we going for ice-cream?