01x06 - Episode 6

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r*ped and k*lled under
a hail of shells...

You think the k*ller continues
to subject to the same t*rture

women that look like her?

He's giving them the
same scar as Maria.

How many were buried
in the trench with her?

Twelve.

Only one survived.

He'd gone mad when
they found him.

He's been in an
asylum since then.

I see...

Could the k*ller have escaped
before the paramedics arrived?

I think he faked a coma
when they pulled him out.

The bodies in the
trench were evacuated

by ambulances picking
up soldiers in the area.

Yes.

He could have swapped his
dog tag for a dead's one

on his way to the hospital.

He wouldn't be the first.

The guy who has gone insane,

he saw the k*ller.

You know where he is?

I don't even know his name.

I need you. The general staff
decided to bury the case.

Are you done, sir?

- Are you hungry?
- No, thanks.

I'm expected.

- New friend?
- Not at all.

You're at that age.

Give me the portrait.

"MAK"...

September 1917...

He drew her from memory
six months after she died.

I say he's the k*ller.

You tried to find him and
you don't have a clue.

You're doing it on purpose?

Hiding something?

No. I preferred to retrace
the steps of Maria Coutant.

Keep doing that. Max will
take care of the painter.

No! Why?

That's the way it is.

I'll notify the others about
this, but you report only to me.

Okay, boss.

I didn't expect
to see you today.

I missed you.

I was told of a bar to have
dinner near your place.

What do you say?

Yeah, sure.

- I heard you've seen Antoine?
- Yes.

How do you know that?

That's my job to know.

You gave him intel that
helped our investigation.

I wish I had them too.

I didn't give him anything. I
don't know what you're looking for.

He came here to see his doctor
so he could check his wounds

and we just talked.

I just felt stupid
in front my boss.

Sorry.

He was looking for a nurse

with a scar who died in
the Battle of the Aisne.

I heard a colleague
talking about it.

That's okay.

How did she know
about that girl?

I have no idea.

Next time, think about me.

I'm always thinking about you.

I heard you brought a
young guy. Do I know him?

He's a cop.

My contact in Homicide.

And you have a connecting door?

You're very close.

His girlfriend dumped him.

So you're consoling
him? No kidding!

You don't know me well.

You mean I know you too well!

I'll see you tonight?

No, I'm busy tonight.

Really busy or...

Am I interrupting?

No, come in.

Antoine Kerlac, this is
Gabrielle, a reporter colleague.

She just got back from
an Istanbul report.

Fascinating! What's
up in Istanbul?

France and England are
decimating the Turkish Empire,

sharing territories
disregarding the locals.

It'll cost us.

And they sent a woman there?

- That's amazing.
- They didn't send me.

I had to fight to go there.

I'd love to hear that.

My pleasure.

Tonight if you want?

No. We've got work to
do with Antoine tonight.

You'll have to leave us.

Well, see you later, Antoine.

See you later.

See you tomorrow.

Gee

how many you got in your harem?

A harem? She's a friend.

A very close friend, then.

Not as close as this cop

who's got K*llers on his tail.

And who's showing the
picture of his lost love!

My love is dead. It
doesn't take up space.

Now, this is serious.

I was followed coming
out of Homicide.

I lost them but I'm scared.

It's me they're after.

They hoped you'd
lead them to me.

Suzanne Vandel called the
paper. She wants to see me.

See you?

What if it's a trap?

I'll take the risk. It's the only way
to find out those b*stards' names.

What if they k*ll you?

I'll leave you my notes
so you can avenge me.

Or else, you'll put my
photo next to Étienne's.

You're funny!

Sorry, sir.

Ketoff didn't come back to his
paper, we don't know where he is.

And his friend, Kerlac? They
spend every second together!

He got away from us too.

You fools!

Ventura's moving fast
on Launay's death.

You've 12 hours to shut
them up. Not one more.

Here.

Max...

I need a suspect
for the prefect.

You will bring us the one
who drew the scarred nurse.

- Kerlac didn't find anything?
- No.

He's on another lead.

I say this guy is the k*ller.

To draw a portrait of
this woman from memory

six months after she died,

one must be obsessed.

Got informers in Montparnasse?

I'll manage.

Mr. Ketoff, thank you
for answering my call.

You're welcome.
What is it about?

I read your articles.

You speak out against
injustice, corruption...

So I wanted you to know...

It's hard for me, you know.

It affects you directly?

It's your husband, isn't it?

He took over my
family's factory,

but he made management errors.

To win his money back,
during the w*r, he

managed to convince a civil
servant to buy expired canned food.

And there were victims
among soldiers.

You know the name of
the civil servant?

First, I need to know my name
won't be mixed up in this.

I can't promise that,
but I have one rule:

I never reveal a source.

I only need you to make
sure I'm off the hook.

Thank you.

Ernest Guichard signed the
order form for the cans.

He was a stewardship manager,

he's now Chief of Staff
of the prefect of police.

How could policemen have been
bribed to k*ll my father and Berger?

They were already accomplices.

I have to go to
Rameau-Vandel's headquarters.

I need testimonies and proof.

- You think people will talk to you?
- Some will.

I inquired about Vandel's business.
There's been strikes at the factory.

I'm meeting with a
unionist who's been fired.

You move fast.

I better, if we
want to stay alive.

Be careful, okay?
Don't go out tonight.

Come on, Alphonse,

for the sake of our friendship,
don't unsubscribe from my list!

It'd be approving these gossips!

Alphonse!

Suzanne!

I need to talk to
you! It's urgent.

Listen,

our friends turn away from
us. We must do something.

Did you call that reporter?

He needs to write an
article defending me.

Ketoff won't do anything.

You should expect the worst.

The worst?

What do you mean?

It can't be. We have
to do something!

There's no "we" anymore.

It's over.

Suzanne!

Suzanne! Open the door!

You'll go down with me!

They'll turn their back on
you too! You'll be alone!

Suzanne...

I beg you...

Does he go out sometimes?

Never.

Félix is terrified.

He has no one to
take him in outside.

Did he tell you about
what he's been through?

No.

You haven't heard what
happened to him in his trench?

What?

His file indicates a
concussion during the bombing.

He got stuck under
a pile of beams.

When the paramedics rescued
him, he was incoherent.

He's still unable to formulate
his memories in a clear manner.

Those are happy birds.

We'd like to be like them.

Be able to fly.

Leave everything behind.

Félix...

My name is Antoine.

I'm here to talk about Maria.

Maria Coutant.

Do you remember?

The pretty nurse who
you were with there.

It was raining shells

you were trapped
under the earth.

Maria was nice.

Most of your companions died.

But not you, nor her.

Both of you were scared
of being buried alive.

I'm sure Maria tried to
comfort you in the dark.

Maybe she even held your hand?

Yes.

She had managed to
find candles and water.

She told me

I had to stay calm,

that we were going to make it.

But the other... took
her away from me.

The other?

She struggled so he hit her.

She was crying.

She was begging.

She was calling me.

The other thought it
was funny to hurt her.

Félix, who was the other?

Sometimes, he would yell
like an animal for hours

or for days. And
I couldn't move!

- Who was the other?
- I couldn't move!

I couldn't help her.

Come in.

Thanks, Émile.

When Kerlac shows up,
tell him to come see me.

Yes, captain.

He's here.

Another survived in the
trench with Félix Mougins.

His name?

He doesn't remember. He'd just
been assigned in the squad.

Wait...

I just received the list of the
soldiers trapped with Maria.

There he is.

A man was enlisted the
night before the attack.

His name is Marius Evrard.

We just need to find out
under what name he kills.

Well done, Kerlac!

Max is going to identify
whoever drew the nurse.

A model recognized
his signature.

He's our guy.

I need you, Doctor. I need to
sneak in to see my brother.

Tell me why.

Max is at Falguière and Pardieu
is convinced Antoine's the k*ller.

He absolutely needs to remember.

Remember what?

He was there when they took
the victims out of the trench.

He must have seen
Maria's k*ller.

I was starting to
miss our getaways.

Antoine, I know
I said no visits,

but your sister and Dr. Paul have
to tell you something important.

You know about Louise?

Yes, Dr. Paul told me
everything. Don't worry.

Do you remember me?

You used to come over with
your parents and Louise.

I'm here to help you.

Help?

I'll be fine, I'll
get through this.

Antoine...

Pardieu is convinced you
k*lled Maria and the others.

Jenny and the models.

That's crazy.

It wasn't me.

I know, but all
signs point to you.

The photographer's your
friend, Maria's portrait,

the button of your regiment
found on the first victim,

you visiting Jenny...

We have everything
to exonerate you,

but the police
hates to be wrong.

While they check everything...

They might lock you
up. It'll take time.

What do you want?

Help us identify the k*ller.

You told me you were there
when they took the bodies out.

You must have seen him.

I don't remember,
I don't know...

I was in bad shape.

There's a solution, Antoine.

I talked it over
with Dr. Malkov.

If you agree...

Your body is heavy...
really heavy,

so is your head

your eyes are closing

you're sleeping, Antoine.

The sh**ting stopped,

and the navvies start digging...

You've been waiting
five days to know

if Maria is alive.

Bodies are pulled out

one after the other...

Tell me what you see.

They are long dead...

I'm scared for Maria,
I can't see her...

They pull out a guy...

He's screaming, he's hurt...

He's calling Maria...

He's crying...

I don't get what he's saying...

Then...

I see her...

I mean, I see her hands
on a bloody sheet...

I want to see her face,
they won't let me...

They tell me she's dead...

They're taking her...

I'm fighting, they're
holding me back...

And then what?

One last stretcher's
passing before me...

The man's unconscious
but he's breathing...

I want to know where
they're taking him...

Do you have his name?

They tell me his name
is Marius Evrard.

I find my way to the hospital...

Did you talk to him?

No.

When I get there, they tell
me he died during transport...

But did you see his face?

Marius Evrard's face?

Could you recognize him?

No, not his face.

But

he had a scar on his chest...

What did it look like?

The m*rder*r you're looking for,

it's the certainty
of dying buried alive

who triggered his violence
and him acting out.

An old fear and a great
violence resurfaced.

And he took it out
on this poor Maria.

It must have been another
woman he was targeting.

Perhaps his mother.

Why k*ll the others?

A need to reproduce Maria in
order to relive his fantasy.

- Good luck.
- Thank you, Doctor.

Marius Evrard swapped his
dog tag with a dead man

when he was in the ambulance.

The key is knowing under what name
he was admitted to the hospital.

But first, we need to
find the wounded list.

There were so many!

Thanks to his scar, we're
going to identify him soon.

It's me. Can I come in?

Yes, come in. It's open.

You've got five minutes?

Yes.

Max will be here soon.

I don't want him
to see you here.

I won't be long.

When you were sorting the
wounded in the ambulance bay,

there was always a nurse
writing down their injuries.

- Was it like that everywhere?
- Yes.

We developed the process and
they applied it to all hospitals.

What happened to the notes?

I don't know. They may
have archived them.

Could you look into it?

I can try.

What are you looking for?

The k*ller's model took
a dead man's identity.

If I'm able to identify the wounded
who came to the hospital that day...

If you don't know his
age or how he looks...

He has a distinctive sign.
A recent scar on his chest.

It looks like a rose under
his right collarbone.

I'll take a look.

But if I find something,
I'll tell Max about it.

I don't want to fall out
with him. We're serious.

I understand. I hope to
be invited to the wedding!

Of course.

Enjoy your dinner!

Hundreds of soldiers m*rder*d
during the w*r by an industrialist

and a corrupt civil servant!

Mr. Ketoff left you a message.

He wants to meet you
near the paper for lunch.

Thanks!

Suzanne!

Have you seen the paper?

Did you give out
Guichard's name?

- How could you?
- I'm protecting myself.

You tarnished my father's
name and business!

I did it for us, to
secure our future!

I knew you were
opportunistic and dishonest,

but not stupid and dangerous.

I don't want to
go down with you.

Suzanne!

You're going to abuse me
in front of our servants?

Yes?

Come on, Marcel,
they're just rumors!

I've always helped you!

Mail this letter immediately.

- It's urgent.
- Yes, sir.

Give it to me.

Let's go.

Clearly your friend Ketoff
has been snooping around!

Bribery, poisoning of soldiers,

murders of witnesses...

Vandel reportedly shot himself.

One less b*stard if
we believe Ketoff.

- Are you taking care of Guichard?
- Probably.

Any details?

Not yet, but you should
ask your friend Kerlac.

He must know since the rotten cans
story caused the deaths of his dad

and Berger.

- What?
- I'll tell you later.

I don't know what he's talking about,
I haven't seen Ketoff for days.

I'm not sure I believe you.

Suit yourself.

I'm on Marius Evrard's trail
and I've got a distinctive sign.

Tell me about it.

Mr. Georges is here to see you.

Send him in, Jérôme.

Mr. Minister, from Mr. Guichard.

Vandel's letter involving you.

Where is he?

He's waiting in the car.

He wants to see you.

He wants money and a procedure
to leave the country or

he will turn himself
in to Homicide.

It's unfortunate.

He shouldn't react like that.

He shouldn't, sir.

Hand this over to him for me.

With my thanks.

Take him far away from Paris.

Do what needs to be done.

Look at me.

while the wolf isn't here.

If the wolf was here.

He would eat us!

- Well? Are we going to the park?
- Yes.

What do you want from Ketoff?

Why don't you ask him?

Why did Ventura arrest Ketoff?

He probably wants to know
who he got his story from.

Will it last long?

Until they make him crack.

But it won't happen.

I hope so.

What about you?

Any progress with Marius Evrard?

Waiting for his military file
to get his family's address.

Until then, I'd like
to see my Jane Doe.

See that knife?

It k*lled Launay three days
ago near Champ-de-Mars.

We found it near the park.

Next to blood,
signs of a struggle,

and this.

It's yours, isn't it?

Of course, your
fingerprints are on it.

Is it forbidden to
walk around the park?

Not at all.

But you can't refuse to
testify in a criminal case.

Which case?

Jacques Launay's m*rder.

I don't know him.

Come on!

He's the one who gave
you Guichard's name.

That's why he was k*lled?

I didn't know him.

Enough, Ketoff.

Guichard's on the run but
I want to bust the others.

I never reveal my sources.

I've done my job, do yours.

You didn't read my report?

I'm starting over.

I've already examined everything.
There's nothing but food stains.

We'll never know who she was.

The fabric, the wear
and tear, the cut

tell a lot of things.

Her environment,

her trade...

It's been hand-sewn.

A country girl

who came to work in the city?

Perhaps a housemaid?

Her pockets were empty.

When you're alone and poor,
you keep your treasure on you.

But there's no lining.

Maybe inside the hems?

Here, I'm feeling something.

"Fiona".

And the bills aren't the
same. There's one Irish.

Boss!

- Yes?
- Our Jane Doe...

Her name was Fiona, she
was 20 and she was Irish.

It was inside her hems.

A foreigner?

That's why nobody missed her.

Call the Irish consulate.

There is also an Irish church
organized to receive labor force.

- I'll go there now.
- Okay.

We're going to take
care of Valbonne!

Max got a hold of
one of his friends.

We'll get them to talk.

Well done!

Nice job, Max!

He won't talk, but I
think he knows something.

Don't you?

Guichard was found hanging from
a tree in Bois de Vincennes.

Apparently, someone's
cleaning up.

Most likely.

A cigarette?

It's nice of you,
captain. Thank you.

Tell me about Antoine Kerlac.

Are you close?

I get intel from him sometimes.
I haven't seen him for a while.

His dad and Berger were k*lled

for investigating
Marguerite Tissier's death

whom you mentioned.

Did he put you on the
trail of this story?

How did he know?

Ketoff, answer me and
I'll leave you alone!

f*ck you, Ventura.

What part of that
don't you understand?

Okay, fine. You've
had time to think.

I warned you.

Get comfy, I'm almost ready.

Look what I found!

What?

They look delicious! Thanks.

It's starting at 8:00 p.m.

I'm so happy!

I dreamed of seeing Chevalier
at the Palace Theater.

I thought so. I love it too.

Wow!

You're gorgeous.

Where did you buy them?

At the market, right
behind my place.

Where's your place?

I don't even know your address.

I'm renting a room.

Being alone and doing my
job, it's more convenient.

But that might change.

What do you say?

What are you really asking me?

How about you and I share
more than our evenings?

If you wanted

we could

make it official.

Yes, I want to.

I'm sorry.

Ouch!

Quick, take it off!

It'll come out if
I clean it now.

- I'm sorry...
- It's okay, don't worry.

- I'm a bit clumsy.
- It happens to all of us.

What?

Does my scar bother you?

No... It's just
you hadn't told me

you were this badly injured.

I forgot.

I guess you've seen worse.

Yes.

I get emotional...

I'll clean that.

How are you?

Fine and you? What happened?

Ventura grilled me.

I'm tired, but I
didn't spit it out.

Thanks.

Why?

For protecting me.

I must leave France in two days.

What?

They're deporting you?

If I appeal, they'll lock
me up while a judge decides.

Where will you go?

To Russia.

The New York Times wants
me to cover the revolution.

History's happening there.

And I want to know
my parents' country.

Are we breaking up?

You can come with me.

Roman, I can't leave now.

Pardieu is convinced my brother is
the k*ller, he'll arrest him soon.

I understand.

Kiss Gisèle for me.

I'm sure she'd have come.

You'll tell her...

I will.

Yes? It's me.

I understand. I'm on my way.

It was Sophie's
clinic, my ex-fiancée.

It's the end.

I promised I'd be
here when she leaves.

Max!

Max! Untie me!

Max! Don't leave me here!

Kerlac!

- Pardieu wants to see you.
- Really?

I have to warn him
when you're here.

Don't tell him I stopped by.

I've to go to the
Irish consulate first.

I need to know
where Fiona worked.

I can't, Kerlac.

Well, tell him whatever you
want. I'll be right back.

Kerlac!

Sophie left us. The
funeral's tomorrow.

Listen, I wanted to say...

I was a jerk yesterday.

I've never met someone like you.

You amaze me. You are beautiful
as a man or as a woman.

I don't know how to say that
stuff, I'm not good at it, but...

Come with me.

Let's leave together.
We can do great things.

As equals, as partners.

I told you I can't right now!

Wait, don't leave it like this.

Kerlac!

- I'm coming!
- Listen.

I'll be at the hotel tonight.

The cops will pick up tomorrow
and take me to the border post.

There'll be a seat
for you in the car.

Okay...

- See you later.
- Okay.

I need to talk to you.

Pardieu's been looking for you.

- He chewed me out.
- I'm sorry.

I have to tell you something...

I found a message for you.

From you friend Lydia.
She called last night.

Lydia? She knows I
don't work nights.

Yes...

She wanted to get an
urgent message to you.

She just said, "Marius
is..." and hung up.

Marius...

sh*t, I have to go!

Thanks, Émile!

- Have you seen Kerlac today?
- No.

Any message for him?

A friend called without leaving
a message last night. Why?

I haven't heard from my
friend Lydia. I'm worried.

Maybe Kerlac have?

Ask him.

Any news on Valbonne?

He's not at the Vandel's.

Colleagues arrested him for drugs.
That's all Mrs. Vandel knows.

We should be able
to find him then.

What do we do about Kerlac?

He tricked us with Valbonne.

He is convinced that
Valbonne is innocent.

Maybe he's right.

Is he on to something?

It looks promising...

Well, I'm off to the prefecture.

No, Lydia didn't
check in this morning.

I haven't heard from her.

Not her style, is it?

No. We sent someone
to her place,

the janitor said she
didn't sleep there.

Perhaps she had an accident...

I don't know.

Émile, it's Kerlac.
Is Pardieu here?

- No, he just left.
- sh*t!

When will he be back?

He didn't say.

Tell him I'm scared.

My friend Lydia's missing, I
fear she's in the k*ller's hands.

I called the Irish consulate,
they gave me Fiona's address.

A guest house in 15 Descartes
street, near the Pantheon.

I'll hurry there.

I'll try to call Pardieu
at the prefecture.

Very good.

- Mrs. Émilienne?
- Yes?

A detective wants
to talk to you.

Thank you, Lucie.

Hello, sir.

Hello.

If you're looking for
a room, we're full.

It's about Fiona Kelly.

Right, little Fiona!
Have you heard from her?

She's been gone for a
while. She worked here for

three months maximum.

When was it?

During fall 1917.

What do you want from her?

She was m*rder*d.

Shortly after she left you.

Oh my God...

Why did she leave?

I don't know.

One day I found her room empty.

And you didn't call the police?

Well, she was of age,

and she had taken all her stuff,
so we thought she had met someone

and didn't dare telling me.

We?

Who is "we"?

One of my lodgers.

He's a policeman at Homicide.

Mr. Max Weber.

Max? Does he live here?

Yes.

Show me his room.

I'm sorry but I can't.

Open it or I'll blow
all your doors up!

He's going to be furious.

That sick guy already
k*lled six women.

He's going to k*ll another
one if I don't find him.

Max?

No, it's impossible.
You're wrong.

Max Weber isn't his real name.

He took a dead
soldier's identity.

His real name is Marius Evrard.

It's my son...

Max, please! Let me go!

So you can tell Kerlac about it?

No...

Lydia...

Ah, Lydia...

I warned you.

Why try to leave him a message?

That prick playing the
vigilante! You still love him?

No! I don't care about Antoine!

You don't get it!

There is no Antoine!

Antoine is a woman.

Her name is Louise, she's my friend
and she took her brother's place.

A woman?

Yes.

I was barely 18
when he was born.

I was alone, I had
to manage by myself.

I wasn't unattractive.

Men hung around me, so I...

I lived on what I
could offer them...

And when I had company...

I arranged to hide
the kid somewhere.

I know he heard and saw
things he shouldn't have.

Men are violent
sometimes, you know.

Then a butcher married me,

but he didn't want the kid, so
I sent him to foster care and...

I cut ties with him.

At the end of the
w*r, I was a window,

and Marius found me.

He had become a cop.

I was very proud of him.

He had changed his name.

To avoid the slaughter.

He had told me not
to tell anyone.

Émilienne...

I need to find him.

Does he have a favorite place?

I don't know, he's
very secretive.

Please, we're talking
about a woman's life.

What is that?

Champigny, my father's village.

We used to go there
when Marius was a kid.

He liked fishing in the river.

Go away, Max!

If you go now, they
won't catch you.

You're right, sweetheart.

And I leave you behind so
you can tell them everything?

Tell them what?

I don't know anything!

How can I believe you?

You've been lying
to me all along.

Why didn't you tell me
the truth about him?

I mean, about her?

I had sworn!

Please!

What's the point?

I can't help them, I
don't know anything!

I don't want to die...

What are you doing?

No, don't do that...

You can't do that. Not you...

Sweetheart

you'll fall asleep.

It won't hurt.

No!

No!

Don't move!

Or I'll sh**t you!

She's alive.

Just asleep.

You're lying, b*stard! You
k*lled her like the others!

I couldn't...

Not her...

I deflected my shot.

Let me go.

You won't get away
with this, you skunk!

Don't fool around, Max!

Are you taking that risk?

Don't touch her.

Don't make me sh**t Lydia.

She saved me.

Thanks to her, things
can be different.

Come on...

Give me a chance.

What about Maria, Fiona,
Yvonne, Céleste, Margaux

and Amélie? Did you
give them a chance?

And Jenny, Bartoli and Vidovic?

It's your fault, Kerlac!

You moved too fast.

I had no choice.

You f*cked me over, you b*tch!

I should've shot you.

Come on... damn it!

You caught your
father's K*llers.

Let me go,

you'll never hear from me again.

Stop or I'll sh**t!

Lydia! Are you okay? It's over.

I'm sorry, Lydia.

It's over...

Hello, sir.

Hello.

When you found Margaux's body...

Max was nowhere to be found.

He'd gone to k*ll Jenny.

I investigated his
service records.

I found out that,
before he got here,

Max was chasing
pornographic film merchants,

and he was blackmailing Vidovic

to discreetly attend the
sh**ting of his films.

And he chose the girls he liked.

At first,

the property on the island
was Vidovic's studio

and when he got the
Bicêtre warehouse...

Max decided to lock
up his victims there.

He could have k*lled
me many times.

You must have touched him.

Like you touched me.

Louise Kerlac!

I could've sworn a woman
couldn't be a good cop.

You're better than all of us.

Don't worry,

I'll keep my mouth shut.

Like your Dr. Paul...

Why are you leaving
Homicide, boss?

My son's dead.

ex*cuted to set an example.

I didn't see him live.

I have a daughter left.

This damn w*r made her a
widow with a little boy.

I don't want to miss them.

Good luck, detective Kerlac!

He knew about you.

He's been having
doubts for a while.

He lets me continue,
it's amazing...

No,

he's smart.

You are amazing, Louise.

It's been a pleasure
being with you.

I wouldn't have
made it without you.

Oh... without me,

and without Ketoff!

Where is he now?

Tomorrow at dawn, he's being
taken to the Russange border post.

Didn't he ask you
to come with him?

And you'd rather stay a cop

close to your brother
and I, am I right?

I don't know.

Thank you.

It's a whole new life
for me, you know?

Miss Kerlac wants to see
you, sir. It's urgent.

Sorry to bother
you, Mrs. Vandel.

Malkov told me you were here.

Yes.

Huh...

This is Louise, my twin sister.

I didn't know
Antoine had a sister.

Nice to meet you.

Do you mind?

No.

Louise, I'd be glad
to know you better.

- Are you okay?
- Yes.

I'm okay...

It's hard, but I'm holding on.

What about you?

Ketoff is gone, I'm a bit lost.

Why are you still here?

Go find him!

I don't want to leave you...

I don't want to...

Everything's fine.

It's going to be
okay, don't worry.

It's going to be okay.

I promise.

Hey!

I'm in good hands.

It's all right.

Okay?

You promise?

Yes, don't worry.

You'll give me news, won't you?

Okay?

STOP! CUSTOMS

Thank you.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Your papers, please.

Thank you.

Whose car is this?

Antoine gave it to
me. It's the Vandel's.

Are you coming, partner?