04x02 - 1001 nuits

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Hello, this is the emergency services.

I need your address.

Sir, do you speak French?

Sir, give me your address.

Hello? Sir?

Hello?
Sir, I can't hear you anymore.

I must not be late.
One must not be late.

I don't understand, late where?

To the social aptitude group.

There's no session today, is there?

William agreed to set up the meeting
with Niels Langlais and his uncle.

At the social aptitude group
today at pm.

I did not want this to happen at home.

Yes, Niels, Anne Langlais' son.
So you chose to meet him in the end?

I did not choose.

I promised Anne Langlais.

- You're not too anxious?
- I do not know. I promised.

Well, you can
make a promise and be anxious.

I do not understand why
she wants me to meet him.

He's your little brother.

Niels is my half brother.
We have no memories in common.

We only share a biological link.

I do not understand why
Anne Langlais wants me to meet him.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Same t-shirt as yesterday, same jacket.

- Hello, Captain Perran.
- Hello, Astrid.

I didn't sleep outside, if you must know.
I just moved, OK?

- days ago.
- Thanks, Astrid.

- Thanks, Astrid.
- You are welcome.

Is that gonna take all day?

The victim's name is Shariar Mousavi,
in his s.

Of Iranian origin.

Last night,
he called the emergency services.

- Too loud.
- Sorry.

Damn, he sounds terrified.

- Do we know what he's saying?
- That someone wants to k*ll him.

- He identified the attacker?
- That's where it gets complicated.

According to the translator,
he spoke of an ifrit.

- What's an ifrit?
- A jinn.

A genie,
that thing that comes out of the lamp

and grants wishes like in Aladdin?

Is this a joke?

More evil, yes.

In Persian culture,
an ifrit is said to be a spirit of fire.

A spirit of fire, alright.

A spirit of fire.

Hello, Captain. Hello, Commander.

It's strange, it looks like the...

The fire started from
the victim's body, yes.

- Hello, Dr. Fournier.
- Hello, Astrid.

If I didn't know any better,
I'd say it's spontaneous combustion.

Spontaneous combustion isn't a thing,
we know that, Fournier.

I know that.
Do you have another explanation?

- Yes.
- Of course.

Wick effect.

The wick effect is a phenomenon in which
the fats of an individual are consumed.

Slowly but surely.

Yes.

I have handled several files
at the Criminal Documentation

on this type of case.

It's mostly homeless or secluded people

when unconscious due to dr*gs or alcohol,
drop their butts and don't wake up.

Yes, that's the problem.
Well, problems.

First, the victim lived at home,
in an apartment that's not unsanitary.

Second,
according to the initial information,

he was a Muslim, so he didn't drink.

- Is there a thirdly?
- Third, and not least.

We found no trace of anything
that lit the wick.

The fire has to start somewhere.

No cigarette butt, no lighter,

no loose wire to cause a short circuit,
nothing.

So, your wick effect, Astrid, I don't know.

This letter is folded
as if it was in this envelope.

But there is nothing written on it.
Nothing.

Don't tell me you don't know
sympathetic ink, Astrid?

Excuse me.

It's as old as time.

Pliny the Elder described the process
in the st century BC.

It's very simple.

You write a message with lemon,
invisible at room temperature.

To make it visible,

you just get it close

to a heat source.

There is nothing.

Nothing at all.

Maybe it's just white paper, then.

But it works.

The victim's library is interesting.
Rumi, Hafez, Ghazali...

Of course.
Iran: poetry.

Well? You're playing Pyramid?

- In one brick: spirituality.
- Spirituality... Sufism.

And do you have any info?

Yes, I looked into Shariar Mousavi.

He was a shepherd
in the mountains of southern Iran.

But he left the country five years ago
and applied for asylum in France.

He was Sufi, I imagine.

Sufism is a very spiritual
branch of Islam.

They're persecuted by the authorities

because their practices
don't really fit with their dogma.

And what does Mousavi's environment say?

Well, he's Mr. Perfect.

All the neighbors say
he's a discreet man, always helpful.

- What was his job?
- He worked at Emmaus.

The only thing he did for himself was
go to the pool three times a week.

It was his passion.

People over there remember
the day he learned how to swim.

Learning how to swim at ,
can you imagine?

From a shepherd in the mountain

to being in your underpants
at the public pool.

Everyone we interrogated say the same.
No way someone would want to k*ll him.

There's still his daughter.

We didn't interrogate her yet,
she was away.

She doesn't even know her father's dead.

- Do we know where to find her?
- Yes.

Apparently, she's very active in
a Sufi community in the Parisian region.

She is going to fall.

She is going to fall.

- No, she's not going to fall, Astrid.
- She is.

If she keeps spinning this quickly,
it will disturb her inner ear

and cause positional vertigo.

She is going to fall.

Hello, police.
We would like to speak to Donya Mousavi.

Thank you.

- Donya Mousavi?
- Yes.

- Bravo.
- Thank you.

- Oumoud told me you wanted to talk to me?
- Yes.

- Are you Iranian?
- Yes.

I see you're very active
in the Turkish community.

Is there no Iranian Sufi community
in Paris?

Yes, of course.

But there are no whirling dervishes
in Iran.

It has become a major element of my art.

Okay.

- And you came here with your father?
- Yes.

When we left Iran,

we were stuck in Turkey
for several months.

In Konya, Sufis took us in.

We had little money
and we were at the mercy of smugglers.

Why all the questions?

How long has it been
since you spoke to your father?

A week, why? Is he OK?

He is not.

He is dead.

I'm sorry.
He seems to have been m*rder*d.

OK, Fournier, according to his daughter,
he had no enemies.

I hope you have something for us
because we have nothing to go on with.

And I'm gonna end up believing
your spontaneous combustion story.

Combustion, yes. Spontaneous, no.

He was drugged.

High dose of tropane alkaloid:

scopolamine and hyoscyamine.

Thank you.

These are the chemical compounds
of belladonna.

It would have helped us
but belladonna is rare around here.

I'm leaning more towards Datura stramonium.

You can find it anywhere
and it ensures hallucination.

That's why he didn't move
while he was burning?

Exactly.

If you still had any doubts,
this is a m*rder,

a sophisticated one.

Whoever distilled Datura knew how to dose.

Yeah?

OK. Thanks, Nico.

Apparently, someone often comes up
in Shariar's phone records.

His shrink.
Shall we go visit her, Astrid?

It is : pm.

Yes?

I must not be late.
One must not be late.

Right, your meeting! Sorry.

- You'll tell me all about it, OK?
- Yes. Tonight.

Tonight?

- Raphaëlle, it is Monday.
- Monday, of course! We dine together.

- Yes. You'll tell me tonight.
- Yes, goodbye.

See you tonight, Astrid.

Monday already. Time flies.

OK, I have to go.

Good evening, then.

Come in.

Please.

No, it's not what you think.
I'm not here for a session.

Because you think you don't need it?

- Criminal police.
- Interesting.

What can I help you with?

Your plate indicates
that you are an ethnopsychologist.

That's right.

You must know what an ifrit is.

In popular Iranian belief,
an ifrit is an evil genie.

Very evil.

In the Koran, it wants to burn Mohammad.

In One Thousand and One Nights,
it's bloodthirsty with two young lovers.

If a man is convinced
he's being chased by an ifrit,

what do you think that means?

That he feels guilty about something,
probably.

The ifrit is not just an evil genie,

it's known for being born
in the blood of m*rder.

But in psychoanalysis, guilt is symbolic.

It can be linked to an urge.

We are all prone to urges,
right, Commander?

Is that your daughter?

- Why are you avoiding my questions?
- Because I'm the one asking them.

She's a friend.

Do you have a patient named
Shariar Mousavi?

My patients like my discretion.

Mr. Mousavi was m*rder*d.

Did he seem anxious lately?

People rarely get a shrink
when they're fine.

If you have any information to give us
to help our investigation...

I am bound by medical confidentiality,

but rest assured, I will not hide anything
that could be useful to you.

Thank you, Mrs. Najafi.

Goodbye.

What are you working on at the moment?

- A spontaneous combustion.
- Pardon?

A spontaneous combustion.

A man d*ed, charred.

Ms Nielsen, I'm not sure it's appropriate
to talk about that in front of a child.

- Ah.
- It might scare him.

There is no rational reason to be scared.

This kind of phenomenon
never happens without reason.

There is a body of consistent evidence
that indicates it is a m*rder.

Are you going to
put the culprit in prison?

We have to identify them first.

What is most curious is that

there was a letter
next to the charred corpse.

Only, nothing was written on it.

Excuse me...

Astrid, there are ice creams
in the freezer, if you need...

Good idea, yes.

It could help
to establish the dialogue between you.

An ice cream.

To establish a dialogue.

Raphaëlle eats ice cream to think.

Niels,
maybe you like to talk about ice cream?

No, but he likes to eat them.
It's a start.

A pistachio ice cream. two scoops in a cup.
In a cone, it can fall.

Is mom gonna get out of prison soon?

Anne Langlais has committed m*rder.

She faces years in prison.
years is not soon.

There you go.

Here.

- Thank you, sir.
- No problem.

Sorry, there was no more
pistachio ice cream.

In a cone, it can fall.

Yes, that is true.

Thank you, William.

She often does that.

You'll see, you get used to it.

The shrink said it:

dreaming of an ifrit
doesn't mean that you've k*lled.

We all have urges. Right, Raph?

If you have something to say, say it.
Let's not b*at around the bush.

Yes, I went out with a guy.
A very handsome boy, yes.

Don't lecture me
because I saw you kiss Emma.

Are you kidding? It's not the same.

- It's not?
- No.

- Yes, it is. The very same.
- The letter.

You want me to… Shush.

The letter.

I need the letter found
near the charred corpse.

The letter, please.

- Should I get it for you?
- Yes.

Captain Perran was right.

But he was wrong about the way.
One should not be wrong.

Do not put bananas in the fridge,
it will spoil them.

My mother told me that, yes.

What is it?

The principle of sympathetic ink
must be applied, but in reverse.

Usually, heat makes the message appear.
But here, heat makes it disappear.

I think what makes it appear is cold.

"You will pay
for all the blood you have spilled."

- It's in Farsi.
- So it's revenge?

Looks like it.

The ifrit born in the blood of a m*rder,

now that letter that talks about
the blood that the victim has spilled...

Mr. Perfect seems to have
a stain in his past,

and someone wants to remind him of it.

We have Shariar Mousavi's records in Iran.

Nothing to report, he's white as snow.

He deceived everyone.

You can hide Mr. Hyde behind Dr. Jekyll.

We should see the people he knew
again tomorrow,

maybe someone knows something.

I hope so.

So, Astrid?
How did your meeting with Niels go?

Well, I think.

It was during this meeting

that I solved the mystery of the letter.

I also found a file
at the Criminal Documentation.

It is about
the sinking of an inflatable boat

carrying migrants
in the Mediterranean Sea.

Show me, but sit down. There.

I don't get it,
why was the file at the Doc?

An investigation was launched to determine

if the crew of the trawler
that rescued them

was associated with the smugglers.

Shariar Mousavi and his daughter Donya
are among the passengers.

Ah! Be right back.

You can carry on, Astrid.
Careful, it's hot.

There.

Show me.

OK.

Listen to this.

The captain says there was
one passenger they couldn't rescue,

and they were already dead
when they arrived.

Interesting.

Aren't you hungry?

You brought the dish with panties.

Yeah, they're clean.

All right.

There are no cutlery.
There are no plates.

I couldn't find the box with the dishes.
I'm sorry, Astrid.

I promise, next time,
we'll go back to our habits.

But it's complicated for now.

All right.

What if we contacted OFPRA tomorrow?

The French Office for the Protection
of Refugees and Stateless Persons

supports migrants
in their asylum applications.

Exactly, maybe we could find passengers

that were on the boat
with Shariar and his daughter?

Yes.

- It is a very good idea, Raphaëlle.
- Thanks.

You do not know how to tidy up,
but you have very good ideas.

When migrants arrive in France,
they have to go through us.

We find the right translator,
they fill in forms,

we record their testimonies...

A boat of Iranian refugees

fished out by a trawler four years ago,
does that ring a bell?

On June , .

Do you know how many boats
try to cross the Mediterranean each year?

We would like to access your archives.

Our file mainly includes
information on refugees

and their administrative situation.

You don't keep a record
of their details when they arrive here?

We do, we have audio recordings
of their testimonies.

But we keep them for documentation.
We don't transcribe them.

It's like
looking for a needle in a haystack.

If you want, I can send you
the link to access our server.

Yes.
Raphaëlle, I can take care of it.

I will let you know if I find something.
If I find the needle in the haystack.

Obviously.

- Have a good day.
- Thanks.

- Do not forget the link.
- All right.

All right.

Commander, wait.

Forensics was able to recover tissue
from the victim's body.

The shirt was coated
with potassium permanganate.

Is that inflammable?

No, that's what great.
It's harmless on its own.

But mixed with glycerol,

it creates a chemical reaction
that ignites after a while.

His t-shirt was coated with glycerol.

That's super elaborate.

So they drugged him
until he was unconscious,

soaked his t-shirt in...

Potassium permanganate.

And his shirt with another substance.
And with both, it's inflammable, right?

Almost.
It wasn't his shirt.

We did find glycerol at Mousavi's,
but no permanganate.

And we combed the apartment.
However, we found this.

You're saying someone
stained his shirt with coffee on purpose

so he would put on another one
soaked in permanganate?

You said it had a delayed effect...

- When did he change his shirt?
- One hour before catching fire.

- Where was he?
- In a private driver car.

Why are you smiling like that?

- Is that good news?
- It is.

I have the details of the ride.
The driver is a woman and she's Iranian.

So it's good news.

At the border, we waited for nightfall.

We ran.

Border guards saw us, they sh*t at us.

We didn't see them coming,

like the birds attacking Sinbad.

- Hello.
- Hello, have a seat.

There's water in the armrest
if you're thirsty.

I'd die for a coffee.

- At your service!
- Thanks.

- It's good! What's in it?
- You like it?

It's cardamom. A recipe from home.

Where's home?

Tabriz, Iran.

Your car is spotless.

Do you clean it often?

I want customers to be comfortable.

Mine is not like that. It's a mess!

Looks like you cleaned it yesterday.

Excuse me, this reminds me
of the political police back home.

They asked questions like that, casually.

I'm just curious.

- Where in rue Servan?
- , please.

According to forensics,
the Datura was in his teacup.

- So someone came into his house.
- Maybe, without breaking in.

Or they had the keys.

Hold on.

Bingo. Look.

Modeling clay. The key was redone.

We need to figure out
when the m*rder*r got this key.

- Where are you going?
- I have to check something.

Norah!

How did you manage to order me
the same car as Shariar on the app?

A hacker never gives away her tricks.

- Good job. Where are you going?
- I'll tell you when I find it.

You were right to offer her to stay here.

- She's good, lively, cultured, she's...
- Hot.

What?

- Yeah, maybe...
- Anyway…

Tell me about the driver.

Jasmine Farahani.

, arrived in France eight years ago.

I'll keep digging.
What did you find on her car?

She serves coffee to her customers,

she cleaned her seats recently,
she's from Tabriz.

Tabriz?

- It's very far from where Shariar lived.
- That's a long way.

Nothing suggests they met in France,
except yesterday in the taxi.

The Commissioner will say
it's coincidence.

Or fate.

One of them grabbed
my son by his jacket.

I held him so tight.

I would have given the sharks
my arm to let go.

Without my father,

I would never have had the courage
to go through all this suffering.

Thankfully,
faith can move mountains.

He was my rock.

I loved him so much.

I loved him so much.

- Astrid!
- Yes.

Nicolas made a list of people
who could obtain potassium.

- Permanganate.
- Exactly.

And look:
there are no Iranian names in it.

So we'll check every name

and see if there's
a link with Shariar Mousavi.

Did you find something
in the OFPRA archives?

Yes.

I identified the passenger
who d*ed on the dinghy.

That's great news!

Shariar Mousavi.

It can't be because...

It can.

The man who d*ed yesterday
cannot be Shariar Mousavi

because Shariar Mousavi d*ed
on a dinghy in .

The victim isn't Shariar Mousavi?

Yes.

Identity theft
is facilitated by exile.

The civil status of refugees
who left their country

for political reasons are hard to trace.

There are multiple files about it
at the Criminal Documentation.

I know the files.

At least one person knew that
he wasn't who he said he was.

Do you think the daughter
of the real Shariar

k*lled the fake
because he stole his identity?

But she had plenty of chances
to denounce him.

Maybe she was under his influence?
Maybe she tried to get away from him?

That would explain why he joined

a Turkish community,
not an Iranian one.

- To hide.
- The letter.

"You will pay for all
the blood you have spilled".

She would have
avenged her father...

Mrs. Mousavi.

Your father d*ed four years ago.

Why lie?

We know the truth.

Who was the man
who replaced your father?

Who d*ed the day before yesterday?

It's true.

It's true, he wasn't my father.

He acted like one for me.

For four years, he supported me,

protected me.

No need to lie, Donya.

Did he ask you
to keep his identity a secret?

No.

My father did.

Before he d*ed.

Hold on, I don't understand.

Why would your father ask you
to cover for his m*rder*r?

My father wasn't m*rder*d.

The reality is much more mundane.

He d*ed from exhaustion

on the boat taking us to Europe.

But he believed in redemption.

And on the path to exile,

Bahram led an exemplary path
of redemption.

Bah who?

Bahram Kazemi.

Alright.

So the man who d*ed
the day before yesterday

was Bahram Kazemi.

We met on the path of exile.

One thing led to another,

my father and he became
close friends.

The line between the torturer
and his victim disappeared.

The torturer and his victim?

Bahram Kazemi,

he was a Revolutionary Guard.

We go from Mr. Perfect

to the most sanguinary
monster of Iran.

Bahram Kazemi, Revolutionary Guard.
He disappeared five years ago.

The Iranian regime implied that
he was k*lled by the opposition.

Actually, he deserted.

He was in a conundrum:
if someone knew of his identity,

he would have lost
his asylum rights.

And if he got back to Iran,
he risked lynching from the people

or being ex*cuted
by the regime for treason.

Meanwhile,
someone didn't tell us the whole truth.

And she had to know who he was.

I need to follow the arrows.

Are you sure about this?

I don't trust this woman.

Astrid will be more
efficient than me for this.

OK.

Mrs. Najafi.

Yes, I did know the real
identity of Shariar Mousavi.

Ah. Alright.

Why not immediately
tell Commander Coste?

Think what you want,
but the ethics of my profession

are particularly
close to my heart.

What my patients tell me
is precious to me.

It is necessary for the process.

You are an ethno-psychologist.

Which means you are not a doctor.

You are not bound to
patient-doctor confidentiality

according to article
- of the penal code.

Do you believe men can change, miss?

Sincerely?

I do not understand your question.

In my office, I witnessed
deep changes in people,

thanks to the power of words.

Bahram Kazemi did change.

The monster in him was dead.

The only remaining part of that monster
was that guilt he carried around

and tried to get rid of to truly live.

It's ironic that Bahram
took the name of Shariar,

the bloodthirsty king of Scheherazade.

If there's one man in Persian culture

who never felt remorse,
it's him.

Mr. Kazemi did not choose.

He simply took the identity

of Donya Mousavi's father:
Shariar Mousavi.

Did Mr. Kazemi
tell you about someone

finding out his identity?

Mr. Kazemi was tortured
by his own ghosts, miss.

You are answering questions
I do not ask,

but you are not answering
questions I asked.

I mean that the ghosts,

the jinns, the ifrits
are only the weights

of this guilt
which incarnates itself.

And guilt, Bahram had in spades.

"Catharsis
and purification of traumas".

Tell that to Norah, I don't understand
any of this gibberish.

No, it's the name of the lecture
Marjane Najafi gave

when Bahram Kazemi d*ed.

The whole sector
speaks very highly of it.

She couldn't have done it,
there were multiple witnesses.

But I found something
about your private driver.

- Jasmine Farahani.
- Take a look.

Astrid.

She was a lawyer in Iran?

During her last big case,
she defended an opponent to the regime

who was sentenced to death.

She opposed the judgment,
reporting a sham trial.

Wait!
She was sentenced to lashes!

- It's the Middle-Ages.
- And guess who held the whip?

- Bahram Kazemi.
- Exactly.

Well.

Can you imagine what she felt

when she recognized
her torturer?

Summon her immediately.

I got something you'll like.
Take a look.

I got the video footage

from the pool
the victim used to go to.

Here we can see Kazemi coming.

And some lady seems to follow him.

But when I forward a little,

she gets out abruptly.

She only stayed for minutes:

enough time to break into his locker
and make a copy of Shariar's key.

I checked and they in fact
had a locker burglarised.

So we summon Jasmine Faharani immediately.

Yes.

Captain Perran,

this is not Jasmine Faharani.

Not at all.

Her name's Mashid Hatani.

We identified her with her transport card.

She's coming in.

Mrs. Hatani,

what were you doing at the Duras
swimming-pool days ago?

I went there to swim
but I forgot my swimming cap.

Shariar Mousavi, rings any bell?

Nothing.

What about Bahram Kazemi?

- Bahram Kazemi?
- Yes.

He's the man who k*lled my father
almost eight years ago.

My mother and I had to flee,
leaving everything behind.

Why do you ask?

- Do you know where he is?
- In Iran, I suppose.

Protected by the regime.

No. He is here, in Paris.

And I even left Iran
not to see him again.

He got in your car.

I doubt it.

The day before yesterday.

You didn't recognise him?

I don't know
Bahram Kazemi's face.

Only my back faced him.

He d*ed the day before yesterday.

m*rder*d.

He got what he deserved.

Why would you go to a swimming pool
so far from your place?

I don't understand.

Was Kazemi k*lled
at the Duras swimming pool?

You're not answering my question.

Where were you on September
in the late afternoon?

I was in my cab, where else?

- We'll check.
- As you wish.

Jasmine has motive and no strong alibi.

I say she's guilty.

I'm sorry but Mashid's alibi is as strong,

and until proven wrong,
she could also be the culprit.

I know who got to the permanganate.

- Jasmine.
- Mashid.

- One Chloé Denecker.
- Is she linked to Bahram Kazemi?

He tortured and k*lled her fiancé
five years ago.

His name was Kamal Nawawi.

Two days ago, we had no suspects.
Now we have too many.

Let's go.

Astrid?

Someone's here for you, Ms. Nielsen.

I'm really sorry Ms. Nielsen,

but I have to get my wife to the hospital
for analysis

and I can't take Niels with me.

You are going to a hospital ward
that does not allow children of his age.

Exactly. Can I leave him in your care?

- For a few hours?
- Absolutely not.

The Criminal Documentation
is a police service.

- Niels is not authorized to stay.
- You only need a temporary authorization.

I can do that for you, Ms. Nielsen.

To be honest,
I'd rather entrust him to someone else,

to avoid bothering you.

But Niels...

He's not easy and...

he only wants to be with you.

No need to thank me.

It's normal for colleagues
to help each other.

Indeed, I do not thank you.

Follow me. Come, kiddo.

I'm gonna give you a special card,
only great cops can have it.

Here we are.

I am going to work in this room.

You stay here.

No, this says that
I have to stay with you.

"He must stay
in the presence of Astrid Nielsen".

It is written.

In the room,
you will have to remove your shoes.

First the cart, then me, then you.

I like you.

Ah.

Grown-ups always lie.

But you're the only grown-up I know
who always tells the truth.

I say things as they are.

I like when we say things as they are.

Your unceasing chatter distracts me.

I have to ask you to shut up.

- That's not very nice.
- I do not know. I say things as they are.

What are you working on?

You're joking!

- He left you with the kid?
- Yes.

- At the Criminal Documentation.
- Yes.

- And you agreed?
- He had a written authorization.

On which it is specified that
he must always be in my presence.

But I was so focused on the enigma
while getting my phone to call you

that I forgot him.

He is in the paper room. Alone.

It's fine. He's safe in there.

- Did you find anything?
- Not presently.

I asked Captain Perran to give me
a copy of the current investigation file

to compare the three suspects.

I think it could help us narrow down
who the culprit is.

See? It's prettier this way, isn't it?

I did like you do with your pencils.
I sorted them by color.

Astrid? What's happening?

- It is Niels.
- What about Niels?

He touched the files.

The files were aligned.

He made a circle.

He touched the files.
One must not touch the files.

Are you angry?

- Do you want me to set it back?
- No touching.

Niels went out of the box.

It's not a big deal, Astrid.
He's a kid, he didn't mean to.

On the contrary, Raphaëlle.
You do not understand.

Niels thought outside the box.
We needed to think outside the box.

The three suspects are the three culprits.

They k*lled him together.

Our suspects
are all three perfect culprits

because they're all culprits.

- Like in m*rder on the Orient Express?
- What do you mean by “all culprits"?

All three are culprits.

Jasmine Farahani, Mashid Hatani
and Chloé Denecker.

They partnered to k*ll Bahram Kazemi.

They meticulously studied his routine.

Chloé Denecker obtained
potassium permanganate.

She then sprayed it on a shirt she gave to
Jasmine Farahani, the private driver.

After following him to the pool
to break into his locker,

Mashid made a copy of Bahram Kazemi's key
to infiltrate his home and drug his tea.

Mashid Hatani.
She is a trained pharmacist.

She has the knowledge and abilities
to synthesize Datura Stramonium.

And she acquired glycerol
to soak the victim's t-shirts with.

Implacable method.

On the day he d*ed,

like every other day, Bahram Kazemi
put on a t-shirt then a shirt.

Later that day, he went to
the Turkish cultural center

and he called for a private vehicle
to get him home.

Only he did not know he was getting
in one of his previous victim's car.

Jasmine Farahani.

- Do you want some coffee?
- Yes, please.

She offered him coffee, like she did me,
like she does every client.

And she made sure he stained his shirt.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

She immediately and miraculously
offers a solution:

she gives him a shirt.

I have a clean shirt.

Thanks.

Only this shirt was soaked with...

- Potassium permanganate.
- Thanks. The shirt Chloé gave her.

The m*rder w*apon was ready.

The countdown was on.

The contact between
the shirt and the t-shirt

starts a chemical reaction
but only after an hour.

An hour during which

Bahram Kazemi had time to make tea,
as he does every time he comes home.

Tea he didn't know was drugged.

Exactly. Thank you Raphaëlle.

So he drank the poisoned tea.

The effect of the poison
started kicking in.

The chemical reaction went off.

He lost consciousness.

And he b*rned. Slowly.

It wasn't just
these three women's revenge.

It was all his victims' revenge.

How do you plan to prove it all?

That's the issue.

- We can't exactly prove it.
- It is, however, a rational explanation.

Okay, but why such an elaborate M.O.?

They could have just poisoned his tea
since they broke into his home.

It was symbolic.

All three needed to k*ll him,
to be an active cog.

Those are only assumptions, Coste.

You have no link
between the three suspects,

no proof they knew of each other.

We need to find the link.

We find the link, we find the key,
we open the thing.

Exactly.

Jasmine Farahani and Mashid Hatani did not
enter France at the same time.

Nothing lets us think
they knew each other in Iran

where they lived in two provinces
far apart.

As for Chloé Denecker,
she never met the other two.

Astrid.

What if the key was someone?

Someone who knew the victim's routine.

Someone who knew
he wore t-shirts under his shirts.

Who knew he used
private drivers every Sunday

to get home from the Turkish center.

Shariar Mousavi's daughter: Donya Mousavi.

No, no, I don't think so.

For a crime like that,
it's too elaborated, too symbolic.

Or...

Maybe it was someone he confided in.

Yes!

Marjane was a volunteer at
the social action center run by the OFPRA.

Two days a week,

she provided
psychological support for migrants.

Did our suspects go to this center?

The two Iranian suspects, yes.
They went to it, but not at the same time.

That is why I did not register it
as a possible link between the two women.

As for Chloé Denecker,
she did activist work in this center.

Which means
she could have met Marjane Najafi.

She's the key!

- The link.
- Yes, Astrid. Marjane is the key.

She didn't commit m*rder
but made the other three do it.

A shrink manipulating people to k*ll...

- She'd need a good reason, right?
- We'll find it.

We found the link.

Who's that?

She's a young woman who wrote about

the horrors she lived
and forced her to exile.

Marjane prefaced her book.

- Why? Do you know her?
- I've seen her picture.

And not just anywhere.

I would have pushed these women
to k*ll their torturer.

Interesting theory Commander,

but a psychologist only pushes to k*ll
symbolically.

Speaking of symbolism,

a man k*lled by fire
is like a purification of traumas, right?

I see that you follow my lectures.

I was wondering:

when do you find the time
to write those lectures?

Your office almost never closes,

you volunteer a lot for migrants.

Maybe all of this caused your burnout?

What burnout?

The one which forced you to take
a break for six months, three years ago.

Unless this break is related to a trauma.

One caused by the su1c1de of a patient?

You wanted to save her, but...

her trauma was too deep.

Her torturer
had destroyed her too much.

So when you encountered him,

you couldn't take it.

He had to pay.

These women suffered so much
due to that bastard.

A bastard who chose redemption.

Isn't this the objective
for a psychologist?

I gave him a choice.

I told him to go all the way
and face his victims.

Yeah. But he refused.

You don't know
what these women live through.

They didn't leave their sufferings behind,
they're carrying it around.

You pushed them to commit m*rder.

Leave them alone.
I'm the only one responsible.

In a way, she's right.

Had she not intervened
and felt so powerful,

Bahram Kazemi would be alive.

Marjane Najafi did not k*ll this man.

- Yeah, but it was her fault.
- Yes, and she will be sentenced for it.

But it was indeed Jasmine Faharani,
Mashid Hatani and Chloé Denecker

who k*lled him together.

The crime was well-thought,
which means it was premeditated.

These women acted with full awareness
and will to commit this crime.

And they will be sentenced for it.

Good job, Coste.

It wasn't easy
to determine guilt in this case.

Thanks, Commissioner.

You should have stayed out of this,
Commander.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Come on, come on.

Raph, you did good.

I don't know.

Raph, you're the best cop I know.

You're humane, you're fair,
you pour yourself into your cases.

And yet, you know the right distance.

Raph, you know it,
it's not up to us, it's up to the court.

I am not expecting anyone.

There is no one.

I want to stay with you.