01x02 - Episode 2

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PREVIOUSLY

Zoé Isabelle Levy, 45 years old.

-Why is he acting weird?
-They found his wife on this beach.

Good evening. Did you miss me?

-You seem lost in thought.
-A new case came in. The Corsen beach.

-You have the Zoé Levy file?
-It's new equipment.

LOADING

N + Z. Capture.

Mélanie?

This is impossible. I'm hallucinating.

-It's 2025.
-'98.

You got Mélanie's file?

No work tonight.
It's our 27-year anniversary.

-Twenty-seven years already?
-Yes.

When I went back to the VR room,
I saw Mélanie.

-What are you talking about?
-I'm going to die in 11 days?

-We can stop it from happening.
-How will we know it's worked?

The file about your accident.
It will disappear.

We've lost two days.

No matter what we do, I'm going to die.

That ring with the pearl on it.
It's not mine.

I've seen that ring.

On Zoé Levy.

We'll meet here at 11:00 p.m.

What did you see?

It wasn't an accident.

You were m*rder*d.

Hey! How are you?

I called, but you didn't pick up.

I found something nuts
at the coroner's office.

Hold on. I'm busy right now.

It's urgent.
Flo, I'm sorry. I just need five minutes.

Good evening.

Good evening.

What are you playing at?

What are you playing at? Who's that?

What? Let me introduce you.

Éva, honey,
this is Ludovic, my colleague. And friend.

-Ludo, this is Éva. There you go.
-Good evening.

He doesn't usually come by unless there's
a match on. Apparently it's an emergency.

Nice to meet you. Sorry, just a second.

Did you and Flo split up? What's going on?

Who are you talking about?

f*ck, you met at the semifinal
27 years ago.

What?

Sam, Parvana.

Sam?

Parvana?

Did you see?

I tidied up my soccer gear.

Yes, I saw.

I saw.

You okay?

-Yeah.
-Yeah?

Ludo?

Mr. District Attorney?

Béguin! I thought it was you.

-What are you doing here?
-The same thing as you, Your Honor.

I'm running.

You come here often?

Not that often.

But I've seen you here before,
in the morning. Usually at around seven?

Yes, sometimes.

Sorry, I'm waiting for my husband.

You go jogging at 11:00 p.m.?

He gets off work late.
That way, we are alone here.

I'll be off, then.

We could run together
sometime in the morning, if you'd like.

-We're on the same schedule.
-Yeah.

Why not?

-Here.
-No. It's okay.

Here.

You can give it back later.

I'm having lunch with Fiquet tomorrow.
The prefect's chief of staff.

Maybe you're free for lunch on Monday?

Sorry, I can't.

Where is he?

-I can wait with you. I don't mind.
-Thanks. I'll head home.

Bye.

Mélanie!

SEVEN MISSED CALLS

-What are you doing here?
-And you?

Parvana called me.
Why aren't you answering?

I had to track you down by GPS.

I'm sorry.

Why did you come here?

You slept here?

-I didn't…
-Is that the file for the drowned woman?

What's this ring?

Where did you get it?

Nowhere. I've had it for years.
It was in Mom's things.

Juju…

I need to tell you something.

About Mom.

Couldn't sleep again?

What are those clothes behind you?

They're gifts from my mom.

It's a bit big. It's for a two-year-old.
But she'll be two soon enough.

As long as you don't mind blinding colors.

Go take a shower.
I'll take care of her bottle.

I'll take care of your cappuccino.

-With--
-With three sugars. Yes, I know.

I had a feeling at the time
that it wasn't an accident.

For 27 years, I've lived with this…

I should never have let myself
be convinced. I'm sorry.

The same guy k*lled
this woman 27 years later?

f*ck.

That psychopath has probably been living
a nice life.

You have lots of memories with Mom.

I have nothing.

You have to find him, Dad.

I'll find him.

Sign here.

When can I have her body?

Soon, Mrs. Clovin. Soon.

Good morning.

I'm sorry, but do you recognize this ring?

No. Why?

It was on your sister's hand.

-Any idea who might have given it to her?
-I don't know.

Zoé didn't wear rings.

Only her wedding ring.

-She never took it off.
-Are you sure?

Yes.

Mélanie never wore this ring?

Absolutely sure.

She would've found it tacky.

And you didn't realize at the time?

She wore loads of rings. I didn't notice.

Okay. So, why today?

Because I saw my daughter.

She was wearing this ring.
She found it amongst Mélanie's things…

That's not the f*cking point!
Zoé Levy had exactly the same ring

even though her sister
just told us that she only ever wore

her wedding ring.

It's not a f*cking coincidence.

And Mélanie,

it wasn't an accident.

The guy's a repeat offender.
He k*lled Zoé Levy and Mélanie.

He put the rings
on their fingers postmortem.

-The same k*ller 27 years later?
-Yes.

It's true that the ring thing is weird.

We could see which local jewelers.
were selling them back then.

In '98, the guy wouldn't have
bought it online.

So?

What do you think?

We have enough
to put in a letter of request.

Thanks.

Shall we brief boss lady?

Boss lady?

A repeat offender.

Twenty-seven years later?

Probably a local.
Between 45 and 65 years old.

Cautious. Discreet.

A guy who's been rejected,

who wants to be loved, adored,
admired by women he'll never have.

He can't bear to be humiliated,
so he kills them.

Twenty-seven years is a long time.

Well, Mélanie and Zoé Levy
may not be his only victims.

Okay. I'll call Orsat
to ask for an investigation.

-Hurry up and finish the procedure.
-Yes, boss.

Ludovic, wait.

With the way this is going,

I'm sorry,
but I'd rather you stepped aside.

No, this is my case.

I found those rings.
I know Mélanie's file better than anyone.

Exactly. This is about Mélanie.

The statute of limitations applies.

We're investigating Zoé Levy,
so I can handle it.

It's a bad idea. You won't be objective.

It was 27 years ago.

CAPTAIN Y. BEN SALEM

ÉTIENNE LE GOFF

NEW LEAD CAPTAIN ARRIVES IN DUNKIRK

Cédric, wait! Come here.

-I need the VR. You don't mind…
-It's…

Twenty minutes. Okay? Thanks.

Thanks a lot. That's nice.

Hello? Yes, boss.

Mélanie Béguin?

I'll start digitalizing it now. All right.

-Mélanie. I'm sorry, I was late.
-I'm sorry.

I don't know where to start.
I don't know how to tell you this.

When you didn't go
to the semifinal at Nathan's,

Florence didn't go either.

Turns out that was the day she met Nathan.

They fell in love, then they got married…

Florence and Nathan? Married?

Yes. They have two kids.

Romane and Lucien.

Because you didn't go that night,

it all disappeared.

Mélanie, we're messing things up.

Wait! The day after tomorrow is the final.
Nathan's coming.

I'll get them back together.

-I'll fix it.
-That's not all.

At work, my captain is called Le Goff.

He's not there anymore.

He's in Dunkirk.
I don't know how he ended up in Dunkirk.

We have a woman called Yasmine Ben Salem,

who I've never heard of,
but she seems to know me well.

She's familiar with me.

There must be loads of butterfly effects.
I just haven't seen them all yet.

-There must be others!
-We'll be more careful!

This vortex is
my only hope of staying alive.

Mélou, you don't understand.

The thing is, if we change the past…

I could lose my wife and son.

I'm married.

Do I know her?

No. I met her because she got burgled.
I took on her…

She's Afghan. Her name's Parvana.
She was a refugee back then.

She's a nurse at Morvan,
which is Juju's hospital too.

We've been together for 15 years.

You're married? You have a son?

Yes.

His name is Sam. He's ten.

He wants to be a soccer player.

I'm sorry. I should've told you before,
but it was f*cking difficult.

It was difficult.

Don't apologize.

I've been dead for 27 years.
You rebuilt your life. That's normal.

Mélou…

If you survive,

I may never meet Parvana,

and so Sam wouldn't exist.

I can't live without them.
You understand? I can't!

You're gonna let me die?

No.

No. I want you to live,
but I don't want to lose them.

-If you survive, you have to leave me.
-No!

I can't leave you!

Juliette is too young. She needs us both.
I need you. We love each other!

-We want more kids.
-Mélanie.

-It's the only way.
-Wait.

You meet Parvana in 15 years.

-I'll leave you then.
-It doesn't work like that.

When we change the slightest thing,
it f*ck everything up.

I ruined Nathan and Florence's life.

I lost my wife on July 17, 1998.

You have to leave me on that day.

Mélou, you have to promise me.

You have to.

I have to meet Parvana,

and have Sam.

You have to promise me.

Promise me.

I promise.

Thank you.

I won't let you die, I swear.

We'll look for him together.
We'll find him together. We'll stop him.

You're going to stop him in '98, okay?
You're going to live.

Actually, we can't use your ring,
nor Zoé Levy's.

We need to find more victims.

In 27 years,
he must have k*lled more people.

He must have made mistakes.

That's how we'll catch him.

TYPE OF RECORD
HOMICIDE

SEARCH ITEM
BODY WITH JEWELRY

RETRIEVING RESULTS

All that?

-Can you cancel all my hearings for today?
-New case?

A friend from university called me.
Thibault.

He works in Mulhouse.

He's looking for
a repeat offender from here.

A guy who murders women
and puts a ring on their finger.

He asked me to look for
cases like that in the area.

All the files for the unsolved murders
of women over the last five years.

It'll take you all week!

What about your hearings
on the bikers' case tomorrow?

Can you postpone them?

Postpone them?
Thibault must be a very good friend.

Need help?

Yes.

Thanks.

Morning. Mélanie Béguin,
Brest High Court examining magistrate.

I'm looking into a m*rder.

Fiona Leibgorin.

Could you describe the jewelry?

Thank you. Goodbye.

Hello? Have anything for me?

Case 558.

Thanks.

Yes, could you check?

-Hi, girls.
-Hi, Hector.

Hey, Flo.

Sorry.

Hey, Mél. I brought you
some flyers for the association.

I thought we could talk about it at lunch.

Hang on. Sorry. Yes.

No, that's not it. Thanks. Bye.

So, are you ready?

We were going to have lunch together.

-Of course!
-sh*t!

Sorry, Hector.
I forgot to tell you. We don't have time.

-Well, no problem.
-Sorry.

Maybe I can bring you a sandwich?

Yes! I'd love a green salad.
No olive oil. You're sweet.

Okay. You?

Whatever you're having.

I'll leave the flyers here. That way…

And we'll discuss it later.

Right.

-See you.
-Is this Investigating Officer Robin?

Mélanie Béguin, examining magistrate.
I'm looking into a m*rder.

-So?
-Half the local jewelers sell that ring.

They have for a while, apparently,
because it's a timeless design.

-Great!
-What about you?

We haven't found anything.
No other victims with that ring.

I was thinking,

what if the guy gave them the ring
before k*lling them?

They might have known him.

It can't be someone they know.
At least, not in Mélanie's case.

She'd never have taken it. If she had,
she'd have mentioned it to me…

It must have been someone
who met them once.

That was enough for him to target them.

The ring is symbolic. He's bitter.
He wants to get revenge on women.

He's never been able
to get a girl like Mél. Or like Zoé.

He's a frustrated romantic.

A bit like you.

That's funny. Right?

But you see, Kiki,
I'm not romantic or frustrated.

This is the girl from the other night.
Look what she sent me.

-God.
-Yeah.

-I'm going to make coffee.
-That message is tragic.

-What?
-"That was cool. Do it again soon?"

-Yeah.
-Well, yeah.

"That was cool" means "that was lame."
"Soon" means "see you never."

No way! What do you know anyway?
You've had a man for years.

Like, for real?

Florence.

Ludo? It's been a while.
How are you doing?

Yeah.

Orsat's secretary told me
about the woman who drowned.

The same spot as Mélanie.
And it's your case.

Actually, do you remember

whether anyone gave Mélanie a ring
just before she died?

A ring?

Well, no. I mean, I don't know.

It'd be weird for someone to do that.
Is it connected to the drowned woman?

Hang on. Sorry.

-I've been called into the high school.
-Sure. Is everything okay?

No. My daughter's been
out of control since the divorce.

Hector lets her get away with everything.

Hold on. Hector.

Mélanie's friend from high school
is your ex?

It was 25 years ago,
but you were at the wedding.

Do you have Alzheimer's?

I guess so.

Tell me, Flo,
do you remember Nathan Leroy?

No. Yes!
Your colleague, a bit of a douchebag.

Yes! No! He's not…

He's really nice. I'm sure you'd like him.

Okay, Ludo. I'm divorced, not desperate.

Shall we get coffee sometime?

Yes.

-Are you going to be okay?
-I'm just going to work a bit longer.

-Good night.
-Wait, Flo!

-Will you come watch the final with us?
-Yeah, sure.

There's someone I'd like you to meet.

Hello?

Mélou, it's me. When are you coming home?

I won't be long.

What's going on? A new case?

Yes. A repeat offender.

Yeah? Grea--
Hold on. Juju, you're throwing up on me!

Mélou, come back soon.

Juju's asking for you.

She'd like you to be
the one to change her diaper.

Yes.

You'll manage fine without me
in the meantime.

Yes?

Béguin.

-Not in any hurry to get home?
-No, I have work.

So, the other night…

You're okay?

I didn't scare you?

No.

Here. Thanks.

I'll run with the prefect's chief of staff
again. I'll stop hassling you.

Good evening.

WE ARE ALL CITIZENS
A WEEK OF HELP FOR REFUGEES

Are you really close
to the chief of staff?

Yes. He's a good friend. Why?

Could you ask him something?

It's pretty urgent.

I need information about a young migrant.
An Afghan woman.

I know her first name.

Parvana.

The container thing?
The fight at the port.

You know I can't tell you.

I need to question her.

As she's undocumented,
the cops can't find her.

But you'll take me to lunch.

-Tomorrow.
-No.

Not tomorrow.

After the 17th.

Anytime.

I love you.

Dad?

Can you be
with two girls at the same time?

Not sure I understand the question.

Capucine is popular. She's so beautiful.

But Nora is funny.
She's really good at soccer too.

-They're both in love with you?
-Well, yeah.

How do I choose?

I don't know.

Maybe I'll try it out with both of them,
then pick the best one.

Yeah, you're right. Great idea.

But you know what,
I don't think they'd be up for that.

You can always try.

Good night, pumpkin.

Turn out the light.

Sam's gone to bed
in his soccer jersey again.

He'll be wearing it in the shower next.

It's not cool
to ignore me the way you did.

You don't come home for two days.
You send me one text.

I have to ask Juliette
to find out how you're doing.

I'm sorry.

The guy who k*lled
that woman on the beach…

he also k*lled…

He's k*lled other women too.

But you're right. I…

I should have come home.

I was a jerk.

I was a jerk. I'm sorry.

A big jerk.

A massive jerk.

The biggest jerk of all.

I love you.

-What's this?
-Nothing. Don't look.

-It's too late. I saw it.
-No, I don't like it.

-That's a different style.
-Yes, I'm trying.

Apparently,
suicides aren't enough of a concept

for the regional exhibition.
But I'm struggling.

Yeah? Is that what you call struggling?

-Can we hang it up somewhere?
-No.

-No?
-No.

You're talented. I'm impressed.

Let's go to the bedroom.

Yeah?

-Nice pictures for 8:00 a.m.
-Yeah, they're great.

Why are we looking at pictures of corpses?

Sometimes murders are made
to look like suicides, Tintin!

Right.

Hey, Ludo!
You seen the state you've put him in?

-Tintin's white as a sheet.
-No, I'm fine.

Good morning to our senior captain!

-Not yet.
-Sure, but soon.

Thank you.

We're going to miss you!

Right. I had a call from Judge lfrah.

She took over the file.

Can we go brief her?

Bad news. She wants to examine the file
before giving us the letter of request.

No way! Does she know
we can't do f*cking anything without it?

-Damn it!
-Sorry?

She says she has four bail hearings today.

She's going to try to read the file
during lunch and at home tonight.

Excuse me.

The ring, I think it's the same one.

She's called Nolwenn Gakou.

She died on February 3, 2020, in Lorient.
Jumped out of a window.

Bruno.

-Ouch.
-You're a genius.

Now we need to get the file.
Could you print that for me, please?

My pleasure.

Okay, that was in 2020, so five years ago.

We might get some DNA, fingerprints.
On her or on the ring.

I'll call the judge about the letter.
I can't promise anything.

Good work, Tintin. Yes!

-Don't you want to go and charm the judge?
-All right!

Better show her a picture of the body.

The prosecutor on
the Nolwenn Gakou case is called Battesti.

-Anyone know him?
-Édouard Battesti?

Yes.

I know him. I met him back in Lorient.

He's full of himself,
but I can handle men like that.

Cool.

Ridiculous. You've got nothing.

I can't open a case just like that.
Excuse me, I'm due in court.

Please, just give us a minute.
It's urgent.

I remember Nolwenn Gakou well.

She'd attempted suicide
three months earlier. She left a note.

No ring is going to change the outcome.

Could you read the file again?
We want to get a ring back.

I need to prepare
for two hearings and an interview.

You're wasting your time and mine.

Sorry, excuse me.

You're overlooking a homicide!

The guy k*lled two other women,
including my wife.

He could strike again at any time.

If you want me to reopen the Gakou case,
bring me some objective facts.

I haven't found anything.
I was that nutcase's first victim.

We have a lead.

Nolwenn Gakou,
jumped out of a window in 2020.

-She was wearing the same ring.
-2020, that's recent for you.

-Did you get the file?
-Slow down, Forrest.

Slow down.

We tried all that,
but the lead prosecutor, Battesti,

is refusing to budge.

It could take weeks to get the file.

That'll be too late. It's the 12th.
I only have another five days.

Wait, Mél. Look at me.

I have an idea.

Go see Battesti. In '98.

He was already working
at the court in Lorient.

He was working on a home invasion case
involving the expensive villas in Crozon.

He made a hash of it. The perps
were only arrested ten years later.

It's a little underhand,
but if you help him solve this case,

it'll give his career a boost,
and he'll be indebted to you.

That way, we'll be able
to get the file quicker in 2025.

What about another butterfly effect?

No choice.

We need that file.

One cappuccino, three sugars.

Thanks.

I can't stop thinking about it.

I could have already met him.
I may even have treated him.

I can't believe
I even wore that f*cking ring.

Hold on, Juju. I don't understand.

Who are you talking about? What ring?

Dad didn't tell you?

Sir! Good morning.

Excuse me.

Mélanie Béguin,
Brest High Court examining magistrate.

I heard about
the home invasion cases in Crozon.

-In those lovely, isolated properties.
-Who told you about that?

-Did you get prints off the doors?
-Who do you think I am?

We checked the door handles thoroughly.

-Those guys wear gloves.
-I was talking about ear prints.

Ear prints?

-That's ridiculous.
-Burglars listen at doors, don't they?

Go, France!

Nathan, you're bursting our eardrums.

Fifine, take this, please.
We're going to need it.

Come on, Greg! We're on fire!

We are in the presence of Nathan Leroy,

the top specialist
on France's many defeats.

To be completely honest,
I think we're going to get destroyed!

What I say is,
where there's life, there's hope.

Go, France!

Damn it, Flo! You're such a pain.
You said you'd be here! Come on!

I know, sorry!

Is that Flo?

I've been waiting ages
for a chance with this guy.

-He's sitting right next to me.
-I'll introduce you to Ludo's friend!

I'm off, it's about to start! Go, France!

Mélanie Béguin,
as a French soccer specialist,

your prediction for tonight's final?

3-0 for France.

All right, you don't want to play.
My wife says 3-0 for France.

No one laughs at my wife!

It's starting.

Beer?

Go, France!

Where's that girl you wanted me to meet?

-She stood me up.
-Really?

-We'll arrange something else soon.
-Good. Everyone here is a hag.

Apart from you.

-Did you get the beer I asked for?
-Yeah, bottom right.

Yes! You're the best.

I sometimes wonder
what you're doing with Ludo.

Sure, Juliette is super cute.

But can you imagine, with a guy like me?
Can you imagine?

Nathan Leroy. You and me?

-Nathan!
-Yeah?

Stop flirting with my wife.

Yeah, okay.

What are you doing?
You're missing the final!

Go, France!

Still no news from Battesti?

No. The judge rebuked Nathan.
We'll get the letter tomorrow night.

Hello?

Commander Béguin? Édouard Battesti.

Sir.

My secretary has sent you
Nolwenn Gakou's file.

Thank you. Thanks a lot.

I hope it'll help you catch him.

You know, I met your wife back then.

Right before…

She really helped me out. She really did.

I was sorry to hear about what happened.
She was brilliant.

She would have made a great judge.

I think so too.

Good luck, Commander.

I'll collect the ring
from the court office.

I'll bring it to the lab.

-Aren't you watching the match?
-I'm not really into soccer.

I can miss five minutes.

Yes.

Is Flo not coming?

Are you okay? You don't seem yourself.

Someone told me that I'm going to die.
m*rder*d.

Who told you that?

-A psychic.
-A psychic…

She told me I was going to die now.
On July 17th. In five days' time.

What?

She said Ludo would rebuild his life.

That he'd have a child with another woman.

What a b*tch! Why did she tell you that?

She even told me his future wife's name.

I could meet her if I wanted to.

Talk to her.

Sure, but don't do that.

It's nonsense.

Don't let that bullshit get to you.

No one's going to m*rder you!

Sorry, but where do you live?

-Plouzané.
-Plouzané. Right.

Plouzané isn't Bogotá.

And your man's a cop.

If you're freaked out
by what she told you,

buy yourself a cellphone.

Pepper spray. That way, you'll feel safer.

Yes?

Perfect.

Thank you.

Zizou strikes! 1-0!

Zizou!

Go on, a second one.

A second one.

My sweet Juju.

You're going to be a great doctor someday.

In a few days,
Mommy might not be here anymore.

But Daddy will always be here. Always.

There you are.

All the noise made her cry.

You were crying?

I lost my voice.
I've been yelling too much.

Mél.

What's wrong?

Everything's fine.

Promise?

Shall we tell her or not?
Shall we tell Mommy what we discussed?

Juju and I thought

it'd be a crime
not to make another one, right?

A little boy this time?

We could call him Zizou.

Sorry.

We're f*cking world champions!
Unbelievable.

That makes it 3-0.

Do you realize? 3-0,
exactly what you predicted. That's crazy!

I'll be right back.

Okay, and what about the fingerprints?

I need them first thing tomorrow.

Can you call me
as soon as you have the results?

Great. Okay, thanks a lot, Stéphanie. Bye.

Did someone really k*ll Juliette's mom?

Don't worry. We'll catch him.

-What are you making?
-sh*t, the onions!

I'm making kabuli.

Mom's favorite dish.

I like fries better.

Right.
Pass me the preserved lemons, please.

I hate lemons like this.
They taste like chemicals.

Yeah, but Mom likes them.

You don't like them either.
That's two against one.

Sam? Put your things away!

It smells good.

You smell good.

My mother used to make this dish.

And she'd make it every Friday.

The smell filled the whole house.

That smell is…

It's my last memory of her.

You never told me that.

It's like the w*r.
I don't really talk about it.

But…

I know that if I ever need
to talk about it, you'll listen to me.

I know things are hard for you right now
with your investigation.

But…

you can talk to me about it.

I'm here.

Did Juju tell you?

JULY 12, 1998

JULY 13, 1998

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RECENT ARRIVAL IN FRANCE

Rabani, Parvana.

12-4, Languedoc Road.

CASE: HUMAN TRAFFICKING, AFGHAN g*ng

ALLEGED HEAD OF "AFGHAN g*ng"
12-4 LANGUEDOC ROAD

KNOWN ADDRESS
12-4 LANGUEDOC ROAD

See? 12-4, Languedoc Road.

The same address as Omar.
She may be linked to the network.

Hold on, it's a little early.

Since when do you investigate
in the field, Your Honor?

I know it's unusual, but I'd like
someone to interview this woman.

This morning.

Dad! You said you'd fix my tablet!

sh*t.

Did you hear something?

-No.
-No.

Come on! It's not funny. It doesn't work.

I just heard something.

-Come on!
-Yeah.

-Please!
-Kind of like an injured animal.

A little animal with a tablet.

Come on! You're not funny!

All right, come here.

-About time.
-Let me see.

Come closer.

Here he is!

Her name is Parvana Rabani.