06x04 - Cherif, fais-moi peur

[bunniefuu]

Well, then!

We don't have to do
all the raids.

shut up! You stress me.

Is there anyone?

Is there anyone?

- Go ahead, come in.
- You are the boss!

Precisely, it is an order. Go ahead.

Gabi.

Gabi!

It looks like
it's locked from the inside.

In fact, the entire family
was already dead. This is crazy.

Are you not looking?

It's old-fashioned, like a series.

Do you make blood sausage?

For the date with your mother, right
?

Are you mad at me?

Not. I just wanted
you to try to get along.

It's heavy to be stuck
between you all the time.

You know, if I had been warned
a little earlier,

I might be able to
manage otherwise.

- Oh yes?
- Yea.

So if I
warned you, would you be okay?

Why...

I have to have dinner with her these days,

and if you have time,
you can go instead.

I already booked the restaurant.

- We must also convince her.
- Don't worry.

I already told her about it and
she said the same thing as you.

You already have something in common.

Chance would have.

Yup.
Does that mean yes?

- Joel?
- A little mystery, are you interested?

- But it's at the Laponte house.
- The house that is...?

Exactly, this one.

Obviously I don't.
But the little one was scared.

Hello.

Hello?

- Hello?
- Hello?

I hear more.

Start again!

I'm out,
there must be some network.

Hello, can you hear me?

But how old are you?
Is not true!

Here!

You fool.
I forgot my valve

because of your bullshit.

Goodnight. We don't see each other
often at night, that changes.

Don't talk to me about it.

I'm working overtime
on this story.

By my calculations
you will soon be celebrating

its km of rubalization
at the crime scene.

Happy birthday, Joel.

I can not take it anymore.

Thank you, Bernard.

The victims are
the tenants of the house.

An English couple,
Scott and Paula Simpson,

arrived in France
a month and a half ago.

They asked for an intrusion.
When we arrived, they were dead.

No more papers, no wallet,
no phone. Everything disappeared.

- A robbery gone wrong?
- Yes maybe.

Except your thief,

he knows how to walk through walls.

- Captain Cherif is in it.
- OK.

This
is where the bodies were discovered.

No break-in, the doors were
locked from the inside.

There is no other entry.

We wonder
how the k*ller escaped.

The same applies to causes of death.
no injury,

so i would say heart att*ck
but i'm not sure.

They must have had
a hard time.

- What's the idea?
- You do not know?

They
say it's a haunted house here.

Genre Watergate ou...

Amityville.

'Cause the house was built

over
an old hangman's hut.

He beheaded during the Revolution,
then he committed su1c1de.

Apparently,
he would still frequent the house.

Also, look.

It's his a* on the wall.
It looks like she walks at night.

Looking to cut off
a new head.

If you touch it, it arouses
its owner's anger.

You don't believe this story?

- But not.
- No.

No, no!

No one has touched this a* in
years.

People really have
a lot of imagination.

- Where's Kader?
- He's taking a ghost train ride.

So there are no signs of tampering.

Ask owners
who has duplicate keys.

The British consulate
must also be notified.

Structure?

Earth calls Kader.

- But can you hear me?
- Oh! yea.

- I thought...
- What?

With nothing.

Did you see that?
It's a dream catcher.

This drives out evil spirits.

Well I!

Someone must have
blamed this floor.

Perhaps a beaten mind.

Yup. More like a scratched mind.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

What did they die of?

I can't talk about it.
The investigation is ongoing.

That's what happens
when you rent this house.

Yes, never should.

But I made bad investments
and I needed money.

Since I didn't want
to ask Dad,

when they contacted me,
I thought...

That it would make money.

You refused to rent...

because of ghost rumors?

Unhappy. Rumors!

This house is ruined.

I see what you're saying to yourself.

But I am neither mad nor senile.

My father inherited this house
from his uncle,

in the 's.

- We lived there for a few years.
- Etienne, tell them!

But father, I was very young.

- I barely remember.
- OK.

hear,

Mr furniture

that move at night, noises,

squeaks, whispers,...

And then that smell!

Like a smell of death.

We ended up moving.

My father didn't want to sell.

To hurt others?

It's to your credit,
but you could have it demolished.

I tried!

The excavators broke
down on the first day.

Unable to restart them.

- Spirits, I don't know.
- Me, the only mind that interests me

is the one who k*lled the Simpsons.

So we'll have to explain it to me.

- Did they have enemies?
- I do not think so. Was...

a little eccentric,
but kind English people.

They wanted to spend a few months
in France to write a novel.

- They liked the house.
- Despite your reputation?

They did not know?

I didn't really tell them about it.

Those who will approach
this house

will die.
Do you finally understand, Étienne?

- Your theory?
- Have you heard Jacques de Barjot?

- De Bartho.
- Oui, de Bartho.

It would be a ghost that would k*ll them.
Nice!

They d*ed of fear.

You may be watching the series,
but I was watching Scoubidou.

And taught me that monsters and
ghosts don't exist.

And tell me,
were you more Vera or Daphne?

Do not answer.

In my opinion, this is a robbery
gone wrong.

Tourists are an easy target.

Which is? Were they scared?

Did they lock themselves up?

Captain, I spoke to
the British consulate on the phone.

Scott and Paula Simpson
do not exist.

Who are the victims?

The person who k*lled them
stole their belongings

to prevent
your real identity from being discovered.

They said they were writing a book,
but we couldn't find anything.

Did you call Interpol?

Yes, I contacted them.

They haven't identified them yet.

Maybe they were hiding
to get away from someone.

It's possible.

See what we found
in their stuff.

Dozens of documents about
the Laponte house and its reputation.

Maybe
that's what attracted them here.

They would have chosen this house

on purpose for
a supernatural experience?

This is Kader's theory.

As for the causes of death,
we are in the dark.

Dejax requested further analysis
from the lab.

Very good.
Focus on your identity.

I've located a New York mark
on our victim's dresses.

I'll call to see
if they have a customer record.

Bom.

What are you doing?

It's the Simpsons' emergency call the
night they d*ed.

You go.

Police, hello?

We need you. Come quickly,
please! Please.

This confirms that there was someone
in the house.

But we already knew that.

There is a strange noise in the background.
You heard?

- Wind.
- No,

- There's something else.
- You heard?

Okay, I'll let you have fun.

I'm going to work
on something concrete.

- Iron.
- Yea.

Police, hello! We need you.
Come fast.

Try it the other way around.

Go! Go!

Oh!

Go! Go!

Oh!

You have a lot of imagination, Kader.
Here, put your nose there instead.

You know, sometimes you need to know how
to let the stranger into your life.

While you were playing Ghostbusters,

I called the store
where the victim bought the dress.

I managed to find
your true identity,

and all of a sudden, I got
your bank statements.

Nothing bad.

Shall I introduce them to you?

Emily e Warren King.

They live in Indiana,
United States.

Married, no children,
both accountants.

- What was he doing?
- I don't know.

Emily's parents believed
in her during a trip to Italy.

And Warren lived in a hostel,
he has no family besides her.

All their relatives describe them
as an ordinary couple.

An ordinary couple,
but interested in spirits.

The spirits...

But beyond a parasitic noise

on a recording, do you have
anything concrete to support your theory?

I believe.
And you provided me.

They made a transfer
to a certain Annick Mérigaud,

two weeks ago.

And a nice package.

But I don't think
you'll like it.

"Parapsychologist,
communication with the afterlife."

- Promise!
- New adventures.

You come? We are going to eat.

So quickly, I have a lot
of vice presidents to fill.

Obviously, I'm
the puppet on duty today.

Let's go to Lio and Steph's house,
Sarah is on duty.

And?

- And so, we go there waiting for you.
- Yes Im going.

So you're a psychic, right?

I prefer the term parapsychologist.

Do you need me
for the investigation?

I'm always happy
to help the police.

You were called as a witness,
not a consultant.

How did you meet
Scott and Paula Simpson?

They came to see me
three weeks ago.

They had been having nightmares
since they got home.

The dream catcher
in the living room,

did you sell them?

Yup. I thought it would help,
but the situation was getting worse.

Their light bulbs were popping,
objects shattering in the night.

I quickly suspected
that the house

was occupied by a particularly powerful entity .

Sim.

I would have thought of a
power surge and drafts.

I see you are
the skeptic of the duo.

Considering her aura, it's no wonder.

You, on the other hand,
feel like you're more open.

You've had some
unusual experiences, haven't you?

Effectively.

But, tell me, did you manage to
help them, the Simpsons?

So yes... and no.

I recommended them an amulet

to free themselves from the influence
of the spirit, they did not want it.

Instead, they asked me
to contact him.

- You mean with the spirit?
- Yea.

They wanted to ask him questions
for a book.

So I have...

went on to organize
a spiritualism session.

- It was really bad.
- No!

Tell me.

most minds

that I find in my profession
are quite benevolent.

But this one was very aggressive.

He managed to break through the veil
between our realities

break the glass I was using
to communicate with him.

And he att*cked the ground with it.

I was lucky, I
could have hurt myself.

In fact.

So that's it,
the scratches on the floor.

Forgive me for insisting,
but I feel at home

a very powerful emotional fluid.

Is there no medium
in your family?

Not that I know of, no.

Therefore,

you made
a kind of bamboo round

with feathers

and you moved a glass
over the letters,

and for all these services,
you have billed

- , euros.
- It's a risk to me.

I get it. The scam
will look for five years.

I see you don't want
my experience.

But I will help you.

During the session the spirit spoke

the Warren and Emily.

I don't know
who these people are, but...

the Simpsons were confused upon
hearing these names.

You must look like this.

Did you tell
anyone about their real names?

- No nobody.
- You see?

Maybe I can help you.

I can go
to the crime scene with you.

- No.
- Of good will.

Maybe we can organize
a spiritualism session.

Clear. I am pleased to place
my donations at the service of the police.

Shall we say tomorrow at o'clock?

Tomorrow o'clock.

Welcome back.

Joel, are you taking
the lady home?

You do what you want

but I'm not participating
in this masquerade ball.

So, are you psychic?
Can you prevent the future?

Not my specialty, but give
your left hand. I can try.

See what?

Hell promotion?
Or a night of love with Camille!

Don't tell me I'm going to die soon.

No do not worry.

- It's amazing!
- Which?

It's the first time...

The first time...?

I don't see anything in particular.

What do you mean
by nothing in particular?

Ben...

Nothing interesting, sorry.

And I?
Are you seeing something?

You, on the other hand,

I see it
as a zone of turmoil.

- Is that so?
- Yea.

You are entering a new cycle.
He will move!

Come on, good luck to you both.

It's your son coming.
And so.

No need to consult
Madame Irma, I would have told you.

- sh*t!
- Which?

We should have asked him
if there would be a season !

- Oh sh*t!
- Madam! Mrs!

Jenifer, I promised Eddy
I'd make an effort.

I offer you something.

We like dinner

we avoid angry subjects

and we tried to make the night as
unpleasant as possible.

Bargain?

- OK.
- Cold.

What shall we say, two hours?

- An hour and a half is good.
- Very good.

But we ordered wine.

- With pleasure. a pitcher?
- No, a bottle.

For themselves.

Married...

or hanged!

- So you were at Pagnol school?
- Yea.

I must have walked in right after you.

You must have been there
when a student

replaced the ringtone with
the credits of Sauvés par le gong.

Yes sure.

- And the director left her.
- No!

Had he left her?

Wow!

Finally, he had a sense of humor,
this man!

No!

Was that you?

You know, you've become
a true legend!

My mother didn't react like that
when I was fired.

- We were in the same school!
- Yea.

We could have crossed paths!

Yes it's true.

We could have argued earlier.

Or not!

That's it, they're in bed.

- They'll have our skin.
- You surprise me.

My love,

I have a little surprise for you.

Imagine that tomorrow night
our children are going to sleep with their mother.

- No?
- Yea.

So we have free space.

- We're bad parents.
- The worst on earth.

We could have a little one on one.

I would cook us a nice dinner.

We could open the Grignan.

And the ideal
would be for you to be there for...

hours!

?

It's even better.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Well, against all odds,

I think

that I spent a rather good night
in your gallant company,

Dear Madam.

Thank you very much, sir.

After all, it wasn't that bad.

OK.

Well goodbye.

About...

We got close to the diplomatic incident.

Kader, you got home late
last night, right?

I wanted to wait for you,
but I fell asleep.

I had to go back to the office
after dinner.

And did it go well with Mom?

- Are you confused?
- No, calm down.

- You got confused again!
- Did not went well.

But I have to go.
I have a ghost to question.

One what?

I feel your presence.

I feel your presence.

I feel your presence.

Yes, hello. Monsieur Darret?

Roxane Le Goff on camera.
Federal police.

I'm calling about
a psychic.

I saw that you left
a negative review on the internet.

Can you tell me more?

Put your finger down.

house spirit,

we are here
to get in touch with you.

If you're there, come forward.

He is there!

- Oh!
- He's furious that we're here.

Hurry up.

Ask him

if he knows who k*lled the Simpsons.

Mind,

this man asked you a question.

Who?

Thank you goodbye.

Who k*lled them?

M

O

I Hi!

It's him!

Stopped!

Come on, wait!

How are you?

He's trying to possess me.

Go out!

He wants to hurt you.

Go out! Go out!

Go out!

Frame, Frame!

- It's all right?
- Yes, very good.

You, on the other hand, look like you've
run a marathon.

A former client of Annick
Mérigaud told me she drugged him.

- Did she give you something to drink?
- No.

- It's all right?
- Very good.

RIGHT. She is there?

Wait, calm down.

I hear.

The Mentalist, temporada ,

episode .

Patrick Jane organizes
a fake spiritualism session

to force the suspect
to reveal his game.

Demonstration.

Is better?

Yes thanks.
I managed to get rid of him.

All in good time.

- A little help?
- It's all right.

Does not bother me.
Do you allow? Thanks.

Isn't that the dreamcatcher
you sold the Simpsons?

Yes, yesterday our mean friend

I really wanted
to go back to the crime scene.

If I wasn't a pigeon, I
could almost have believed

that she wanted something in return.

Yes, like that.

You were wondering how she
found out the Simpsons' real name.

I think I have your answer.

So this is your mystery gift?

You hide a camera
on Grigris

that you sell to your customers

and you use what you hear
to steal them?

My partner found your videos.
You will fall for the blow.

The spirit told me about a disturbance
in the energy flow.

I just wanted to investigate.

Is it the spirit that dr*gs its customers
to extract money from them?

This is a false rumor
spread by a disgruntled customer.

I never drugged anyone.

Too bad our lawyer's analysis
says otherwise.

We found ayahuasca

in large quantities
in the Simpsons' blood.

It's the hallucinogen
you're using, right?

You are bluffing.

Unlike you,
I'm a terrible liar.

What happened?

The Simpsons began
to doubt their talents

and you offered them a
one-way ticket to the afterlife?

- I didn't k*ll them.
- So, who is?

It's that thing over there!

Film my clients to get
information about them, it's true.

But with the Simpsons it
was different.

I had planned to impress them,
but I didn't have to.

When we started the session,

the glass began
to move by itself.

There was something in this house with us.

And this thing wanted
them to go.

We will!
Save your number for the judge.

you are in custody

for the m*rder
of Emily and Warren King.

Watch the videos
if you don't believe me.

Papa!

Special delivery
for Cherif and Le Goff.

Cold. Thank you dear.

- And we didn't forget the tip.
- Clear.

I must have one or two bedrooms.

One piece? But daddy,
don't you love me anymore? That's it?

Sorry, I don't have a ticket.

All right,
I'll settle for a scoop.

How was yesterday with Jennifer?

That's true. Did you get
to dessert without yelling at each other?

Let's say,
real little janitors.

Excuse me, you should come and see.

Okay put this on my note

- and you get a ticket.
- Thanks.

Have a good day.

This is the video just before they d*ed.

And before, we have nothing?

No, videos are deleted
every days,

it's a storage story.

It's not really
paranormal activity, let's say.

- O! Have you seen?
- Yea.

- Huh?
- Sim,

like a white dress
that appeared.

- Did you see her or not?
- Yea.

Put it back.

But there's nothing, folks.

- But there was.
-She was, she was there.

Did you drink without me or what?

Yes, but there still was.

Okay, I'm heading back
to Madame Boule de Cristal.

It exists
and is in police custody.

: pm
It's ten minutes before they die.

I won't have much for a long time.
I finish a repair and arrive.

See you soon.

You have the right to say,
"Bravo Baudemont! Good job."

I found our white lady.

- Or?
- Not "where", when!

- When?
- .

Let me explain: according to a
very serious website called

sos-fantômes-lyon.net which lists
paranormal activities in the area,

do you imagine that
when there was the great period

of the black plague,
on the hill lived a girl

whose fiance d*ed
on their wedding day.

Suddenly,
she let herself starve to death.

in your white dress.

And ever since then, she's been haunting the place
looking for a new guy.

It's scary, isn't it?

It's mostly the story
of Disneyland's haunted house.

I haven't seen this one.

- Where's the neighborhood investigation?
- Nowhere.

Normal, she only shows up at night
and doesn't leave the house.

And where is Kader?

- It's been two hours...
- Exactly,

he went to visit
the white lady.

Spirit?

You are the?

You are crazy!

Look, there's something going on here.
I feel.

And I intend to find out.

We will.

There won't be many two for that.

So you admit you took
a slightly wrong approach?

You know that Baudemont came to
explain to me that our suspect

was a woman who d*ed
in her wedding dress in .

Sim.

The White Lady.

I thought about it too.

- Oh, you too?
- Yea.

So, for information,

- this story makes no sense.
- Oh?

Wedding dresses were red
at the time, I checked.

But you still came.

It's nothing, it's mice.

But not.

We will...

Frame, Frame!

Frame, Frame!

Oh, merde! Frame, Frame!

Frame, Frame!

Frame, Frame!

You must have smelled the hollow floor the
other day.

And your brain processed
the information in a dream.

Roxane,

I tell you it is a spirit
that guided me, I heard.

Don't tell Doucet that, we'll be
a laughing stock to the whole police.

The next time you dig up
a body, wait for the PTS!

I have a prosecutor on my back,
furious at your methods.

How did you find him?

It looked empty.

All right, this woman's body has been
there a long time.

According to my first analyses, the
death dates back at least years.

This means that she was k*lled
during her previous owner's time.

Whoever buried him covered it with lime.

Lemon is unreliable.

- I had a facelift once...
- Great, Dejax!

Death is not accidental.

- I'd say she was strangled.
- Did you identify her?

No, nothing in the prints.

Lime
is good for a hut, otherwise...

Good. If I recap:

we assume
that the Kings came to Lyon

because they were interested
in this house for their book.

What if it was for her?
Finally, for this woman?

They were barely born
when she d*ed.

Also, they lived
in the United States.

A photo reminded me of Louisiana

in the king's business.

It's her.

She is the one who guided me.

It's the same medallion.

She wears the same locket.

She, we know her parents.
But he in Warren?

He grew up
in a foster family.

He was an orphan.
Do we know why?

Wait, I watch.

"Karen King, disappeared in

during a stay in France."

Every time,

this is Warren's mother.

And then, they understood that
she had been k*lled there.

And your k*ller would have made it

to k*ll our two fledgling investigators
years later.

- Safe.
- Bezef.

This is too much.

Stephen?

Where is Etienne?

Your son is with my partner.

Sr. de Bartho,

I wanted to talk to you
face to face.

Do you remember the former
owner of the house?

Eugène de Bartho,
does this mean anything to you?

Eugene, yes. Uncle Eugene.
I took care of him.

For years.

It's very generous.

But it wasn't all generosity.

His uncle was very rich,
he had no heir.

Do you remember
when he got sick?

Yes sure.

Yes, you hit the target.

You would finally be rich.

But she rang the bell.

Karen King.

Karen!

A young American born in .

Nine months after
your uncle's trip to the United States.

She just wanted to meet her father.

But you understood
what could happen.

There is no more inheritance.
So you k*lled her.

You committed this m*rder
over years ago.

No one else has heard from her.

Not his father, not his friends,
not his four-year-old son.

But you knew where she was.

That's why you didn't want
to live there anymore.

You are an old man,
M. de Bartho,

do you want to leave this world
with this secret on your conscience?

She wanted to take everything from us.

She wanted to ruin our family.

What happened
to the new tenants?

You've just solved a case,
but you don't seem satisfied.

He confessed to the m*rder of Karen King
and the couple.

He says he k*lled them
to protect his secret,

but I do not believe.

What you mean to say?

Would he protect anyone?

I think so.

He knows that, at his age
, he is unlikely to go to jail.

What does Captain Cherif think of this?

For the first time this time,
we are on the same page.

It is not possible,
you are wrong.

Unfortunately not.

His great-uncle had a child
out of wedlock, a natural child.

And it was his father who k*lled him.

You told us so yourself.

Your father refused
to part with this house,

and it's not because of the ghosts.

He feared
his secret would be discovered.

You mean this woman
was there the whole time?

Finally, it's monstrous.

I never said
this victim was a woman.

Yes you told me.

Not.

You knew about this m*rder.

Besides, he was certainly the one
who confessed it.

The Kings asked too many questions
to be mere tenants...

They would find the body.
We were going to lose everything.

When I heard that
this psychic had been contacted...

Since she had
a drug problem, I thought...

I don't believe in determinism,
but there, like father, like son.

And like mother, like son too.

Karen d*ed while
searching for her origins

and her son suffered the same fate.

A generation later.

You know, even if you don't believe it,

Karen's ghost was there
to scare them,

but it was to help them.

We will say that, yes.

Don't tell me after all this

- you will play Agent Scully.
- Easy, Mulder.

I saw my sleepwalking partner.

We weren't really
on the borders of reality.

It's a matter of perspective.

Well where are you going?

Don't tell me you saw a...

No! With nothing.

A reflection.

Let's have a drink. You come?

No, I have to finish something.

Are you writing a new play?

Am I asking you questions?

It was Doucet who asked me
to administer something for him.

You know how it is here.
They all trust me.

Come on, turn off the youth.
And for yours!

Thanks.

Thank you for this dinner, my dear.
This was delicious.

Yes, that was very good.
You could open your restaurant.

Thanks.

It's grandma's recipe.
unstoppable!

Oh, OK.

- By the way, Dad?
- Yea?

Speaking of dinner,

you didn't tell us
how it was with Jennifer.

That's true.

She didn't say anything to me either.

It was very normal.

We finally talked about everything, nothing.
It was courteous.

That is all? Polite?

Sim.

Wait, did you behave
like two adults?

Exactly yes.
Like two adults.

- Why didn't you say that before?
- Yes, why?

Wait, I have an emergency.

How are you?

Yes I'm fine.