04x03 - 30000 pieds

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His father will be abroad
for six months for a mission.

I have a big room in my new apartment.
It's perfect.

Raphaëlle, it is the room you use
to store your furniture.

I'll do something cozy.

Raphaëlle, you are smoking.

- Not at all.
- You are.

No, I'm not smoking.

Raphaëlle, cigarettes k*ll more than
, people a year in France.

I know, but I can't help it.
I have a bad feeling about this case.

I'm in Croatia,
, miles away from my jurisdiction.

I'm escorting a serial k*ller
and I have to team up with a kepi.

Commander Bourgoin is not a kepi.
He wears one.

He is a very capable gendarmerie officer
of the forensic department.

I know, Astrid.
The problem is you're not there.

The real problem, Raphaëlle,
is that you are afraid of flying.

Yet,
aerophobia is an irrational phenomenon.

You only have a one in . billion chance
of dying on a plane.

Very reassuring to put
"die" and "plane" in the same sentence.

Statistically, riding in an elevator
is eight times more dangerous.

Thanks, Astrid.

Now I'll be scared
on airplanes and in elevators.

Don't overdo it, miss.

- Dried fruits to relax?
- I'd prefer a cigarette.

Another one?

The smell.

Our arrival in Paris
is scheduled for : am.

We wish you a very good trip.

I need to pee.

Negative.
The toilets at the front are out of order.

No way you're crossing a plane
full of civilians.

I don't care,
I had a drink and I want to pee.

Bourgoin, I can…

The flight lasts less than h ,
he can hold it.

The journalists are gonna be so happy.
I have so much to tell them.

What does that mean?

That I'm gonna be quite the view
with my pants full of piss at the airport.

I'm taking him. Come on, get up.

I'm going to search you.

Ouch, take it easy!

Don't look at me like that.

I'm warning you.

Any wrong move
and the journalists will talk about you

in the obituary section, understand?

What is he doing here?

Do not film. Your phone, please.

Calm down!

Noisay, you're good.

- What about inmate privacy?
- You'll do without it this time.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we are going through some ​​turbulence.

Please fasten your seat belts
and put your tray table up.

Noisay, open up!

Noisay!

Tetsuo, you are always very punctual.

- Good morning, Astrid.
- Good morning.

I brought something for you.

I hope it is not a gift.
I do not like gifts.

It's an object that I want to lend you.

So it is not a gift, it is a loan.

It is a goban, a go board.

It is a board game from China,
very renowned in Japan.

- That's right.
- I often saw your uncle play it.

I know, he told me.

I would like to play it with you.

I would rather not, it is not a puzzle.

You can still keep it.

You never know.

I made some tea.

Tea is appropriate.

Thank you.

- So, have you heard from Raphaëlle?
- Yes.

Her plane took off on time.

Currently,
it must be flying over the Adriatic Sea,

and Raphaëlle must not like it one bit.

What do you mean, we can't land?

Before Orly, it will be hard.
There's a storm laying waste in the South.

- Was that the turbulence?
- Yes.

We had to gain altitude
to weaken the shock with the air mass.

Ma'am, could you please move to row ?

Thank you.

What about my calls to the ground?

I asked Myriam to transfer
the plane's WiFi to your phone only.

- Check, it should work.
- Thanks.

You're OK?
You've recovered from your airsickness.

Planes are not my element,
but crime scenes are.

Commissioner?
We have a problem.

The Poacher is dead?

, meters above the ground.

The Poacher?

Marc Noisay,
known as the Poacher, is a serial k*ller

who has committed eight murders.

, , , , , , , .

Between September and February .

You don't remember?

In July ,
I was taking my high school diploma...

In July , he was slaughtering
his seventh victim,

Morgan Philippe, a republican deputy,

- Following a very precise ritual.
- Absolutely.

Disemboweled from bottom to top.

Organs emptied. Hands tied to the ankles.

Like game. Hence his nickname.

We tracked this lunatic for over six years.

Three weeks ago, we found his identity by
working tirelessly with the gendarmerie.

That's why Raph is teaming up with a kepi
to repatriate him from Dubrovnik.

Captain Perran,

Commander Bourgoin is not a kepi,
he wears one.

Yes, Astrid.

He's been on the run
for days over there.

And? What did he die of?

Nasal, ocular hemorrhage,

not to mention all the bruises
along the radial arteries.

The real mystery is
these growths on the throat.

Try to exert pressure on it.

What's this with his skin?
Looks like bubble wrap, it's gross.

Subcutaneous emphysema.

When you arrested him hours ago,

he tried to escape by sea
while diving with bottles, right?

You're thinking decompression accident?

Who's speaking?

- Commander Bourgoin of the gendarmerie.
- Hello, Commander. Are you a diver?

A scientific one, I started at
our forensic department.

Wait, you're talking about decompression,

but may I remind you that
we're in the air, not at sea.

Affirmative.
But he dived the day before yesterday.

His body has not necessarily eliminated
the gases in his veins.

So the sudden climb in altitude
of the plane

produced the effect of an ascent
without a decompression stop.

The gases dilated and boom!

In short, it's not a crime,
it's an accident.

A diving accident,

up in the air.

All right.

You don't think
it's an accident either, right?

No.

- Did you see something, Astrid?
- Yes.

The stain on his shirt
near the fifth button.

, , , , .

This bloodstain looks different.

- But I cannot see why.
- Yes, wait...

You're right, Astrid.
Looks like a puncture hole.

Raphaëlle,
do you still have your lighter?

Astrid, you know I always have one.

Take it out, please.

Yeah. What for?

What are you doing, Coste?

Yes, what am I doing, Astrid?

Light it and bring the flame
above the victim's mouth.

What are you doing?

Did you see that?

Astrid, what was that?

Proof that Marc Noisay was m*rder*d.

It's m*rder.

- So it's not a decompression accident?
- It is, but provoked.

It is a near-perfect simulation
of a decompression accident.

The press reported
the dramatic arrest at sea of the Poacher,

and his attempted escape by diving.

It was the perfect modus operandi.

All right.

What gas was he injected with?

- Probably hydrogen.
- Yes.

It's highly flammable and one of
the less dense of Mendeleev's table.

Which makes it particularly sensitive
to changes in pressure and altitude.

And the turbulence caused the plane
to gain height quickly.

So the gas suddenly dilated
in the victim's blood.

This is what k*lled him.

So in short, we have a m*rder
where the m*rder w*apon...

Is the plane itself.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Want some?

With what you're eating,
you'd as well smoke,

it'll k*ll you less quickly.

Helps me think.

- Who was that, on the phone?
- My guardian angel.

- She has damn good intuitions.
- And an eye for detail.

We still need to know
when he was injected.

Had to be after takeoff.

Or the change in pressure
would have k*lled him.

You know what that means?

Yeah.

That means the culprit is on the plane.

Excuse me,
could we have some explanation?

Don't worry, everything is under control.

People are afraid.

So no passenger could have touched him
before you crossed to the back?

No, Commissioner.

We followed protocol and moved Noisay in
once all the passengers boarded.

There was no contact.

And the staff is assigned to the flight
more than hours in advance,

so before the Poacher's arrest.

It's hard to imagine
the k*ller can be one of them.

Given the passenger list,
there are suspects.

We have to figure it out before landing.

Or suspects in custody
is going to be a huge mess.

I'll study the profile of every passenger.

I'll do it with you, it'll be quicker.

Great.

Send a copy of Noisay's arrest file
to Astrid, please.

She's pulling up all the Poacher's cases.

Commander.

- Yes?
- Yes?

- Which one?
- Commander Coste.

What's the situation with the passengers?

The situation?

I'd say it's like a pressure cooker.
I'll try to calm it all down.

It is : a.m.,
the plane should land at : a.m.

That leaves us h to find the k*ller.

Let's go.

Nico, I printed the passenger list,
we can place them.

You start from the bottom,
I'll start from the top.

- I'm done.
- Me too.

I think we're good.

I focused on the passengers located
along the aisle and in the first row,

and all those who were close enough
to inject the victim.

And with the times of the bookings,

we can eliminate
those who took their ticket

before the flight was held
for the Poacher's extradition.

Because they couldn't have known
he'd be there.

- Exactly.
- Go on.

So...

We still have Maxime Legall,
Jules Burtin and Hélène Hassoun.

Legall, Burtin and Hassoun.
Wait.

They all booked their tickets
at the same time,

yesterday after p.m.

Great.

So, you're telling us you didn't try to be
on the same flight as the Poacher?

Coincidence, maybe?

Can I see the notebook
you were using earlier?

Come on.
Is it against the law to have a notebook?

Not in France,
but we're now over international waters,

so it's a grey area.

Like the laws
governing police interrogations.

We'll start with you, sir.

Look, we're just news stories journalists
for different papers.

We're covering the Poacher's extradition.

We got on the flight thanks to
an assistant DA in charge of the case.

His name's in this notebook.

Damn.

The Poacher told us
he had something to say to the press.

Do you know what it is?

Not particularly, no.

He told you that?
Is this your official comment?

What?

The Poacher,
he had something to reveal to the press?

Hang on, are you recording this?

- No.
- He's recording.

Give me that.
Give me that!

Thank you.

We received all the videos
from the gendarmerie.

In the age of social media,
everyone sees everything.

Several people filmed the Poacher
when he arrived in economy class.

Good news and bad news.

The good news is we see
the Poacher's route in detail.

And the bad?

None of the passengers
injected the Poacher.

- The images are formal.
- Impossible.

When was he injected then?

I don't know.

Astrid?

- Raphaëlle? Hello, Raphaëlle?
- Yes.

Raphaëlle, hello?

- Hello?
- I think I made a mistake.

I can't hear. What are you saying?

- Hello, Raphaëlle?
- Yes?

I was wrong. One must not be wrong.

- Where are you?
- In Mareil Marly.

In Yvelines.

In front of Marc Noisay's house,
where he lived with his sister.

What are you doing there?
Astrid?

That's just it.

- I do not know.
- Astrid, calm down.

I did not act rationally.
I followed a hunch based on a photo.

I saw the photo and I left.

And it was only now
that I realized that I am alone.

Without you.

I'm here.

You are not here.

Astrid.

You know, intuition is just your head
being one step ahead of you.

If you're there, it's for a good reason.

I am not qualified.

You are qualified, Astrid.

I am not qualified.

You're a police officer, now.

So tell me,

why did you come here?

Hey, you!

Who are you?

Astrid Nielsen.

The dog.

Stay.

Astrid?

Astrid! sh*t!

Wait, it works?

It works.

Bourgoin.

What?

Come here.

Come here.

Oh, come on.

Coste, you know I think you're attractive,

but it's not the time
and I'm not easy like that.

Are you an idiot?

I have to tell you something
that no one can hear.

The "out of service" sign,
do you know who installed it?

No, it was there when I checked the plane,
before general boarding.

When you were checking,
was the crew already on board?

- Yeah, why?
- Because these toilets work.

We did not suspect the crew,

because, traditionally, they're assigned
to the flight hours before.

What if that wasn't the case?

OK, how so?

What if someone wanted us
to cross the plane with Noisay

to create a breach in our surveillance?

If the videos show that Noisay
wasn't injected

while we were crossing the plane,

that means he was injected
earlier during the flight.

- So it's someone...
- A member of the crew.

Capisce?

Alright, we have to get out now.

Discreetly.

I'll go after.

It does not work.

He suffered?

Probably.

If my brother did everything
he's been accused of

and I didn't see anything...

what does that make me?

- The sister of an assassin.
- For you, it means an accomplice.

Is that what you're saying?

Not at all.

That makes you the sister of an assassin.

It is objective data.

You did not choose to be his sister.

You are neither
a victim nor an accomplice,

but a sister.

Why are you here? What do you want?

I do not know.

I saw this photo

and I came.

Ah, yes.

You wanted to see where the monster lived.

Two days ago,

when he was escaping,

he called me.

He said he was sorry for the horrors
I must've heard about him.

But that I had to remember…

"The truth is in the slaughter".

It was the last sentence he said to me.

The sentence of a madman.

All right.

- Hey, Nico.
- You were right.

Someone on the crew
was not scheduled on the flight.

- Who?
- Myriam Alduy.

She struggled with a colleague
to make this flight at the last second.

It wasn't really procedure,
so she hid the info.

A thr*at of complicity in m*rder
made the colleague confess.

Your belt, miss.
Your belt, sir. Thank you.

I know this is unexpected, but I'm going
to have to ask you to sit down

and fasten your seat belt.

I'll actually be asking you to sit down.

- You are under arrest.
- Why? I didn't do anything.

- Stay still.
- But I didn't do anything!

Calm down.

- This must be a misunderstanding.
- Sure it is.

- Peanuts, Coste?
- No, thanks.

So?

Mrs. Alduy, you are in custody.
Do you understand?

Is there a doctor?

Commander Bourgoin is still hospitalized?

Yes.

He was lucky we were about to land.

If he didn't get help when he did,

he would've been exiting that plane
in a coffin.

Do we know what happened?

According to forensics,
the peanuts were poisoned.

I don't get it. Bourgoin was targeted?

No, Noisay.

He took the packet from Noisay's tray.

Poison and an hydrogen injection.

- Myriam Alduy really didn't want to fail.
- That's for sure.

Is she somehow connected to the Poacher?

- Was she close to a victim?
- No connection for now.

But her credit card statement shows
she bought a diuretic

at the airport pharmacy.

Traces of which can be found
in the water she served to the Poacher.

And she put an "out of order" sign
on the toilets.

She seemed to want Noisay
to get up during the flight.

All this to create an unexpected event
during her shift.

For what?

He wasn't injected
while he was crossing the plane.

Maybe we should ask her.

Well, go ahead.

- You don't like it?
- Yes, it's pretty.

I swear to you, I was framed.

But you can see
your story is a little hard to believe.

An anonymous caller
asks you to k*ll someone,

and you accept without question.

I never thought I'd be k*lling someone.

Block off the bathroom
and put diuretics in a bottle,

nobody had to die.

Actually, someone did.
That's that.

Look, I really needed money,

and I was offered a large sum
to do something harmless.

I couldn't refuse.

And I'm guessing you don't have
the identity of this caller.

No, they sent me orders
by hidden messages.

Obviously.

Her phone contains
untraceable hidden messages

sent by an encrypted application
with a prepaid card.

And the last message she received says:

"Noisay hasn't had a drink yet,
go pour him some water".

It was sent shortly before takeoff.

It means the person was on the plane.
Check this out.

A curtain separates
first from economy class.

See?

So that means that
the author of this message

had a front row seat to the scene.

Behind the curtain, the three journalists.

Put these three under surveillance,
discreetly.

- We'll reconvene tomorrow.
- Got it.

Astrid.

Good to see you, Astrid.

It is good to see you.
I missed you up here.

Where?

On the plane.

- Ah.
- Yes.

- But we did speak on the phone.
- It's not the same.

Yes.

I looked for a link between
Myriam Alduy, the flight attendant,

and the Poacher.

I have not found anything.

You'll find something. You always do.

Raphaëlle,

I can find something
if there is something to find.

There is no link.

It is : p.m. It is Monday.

Let's go.

I just have to make a detour on the way.

I won't be long.

- I will meet you at your place.
- No, you're coming with me.

At : p.m. A detour. On a Monday.

How do you feel?

Ah, Commander Coste...

Well,

like someone who ate too many peanuts.

But you won't get rid of me so easily.

Good morning, Commander Bourgoin.

Good morning.

- You're lucky.
- I know.

If I didn't get help when I did,

I would have landed in a coffin.

- That's funny.
- That makes you laugh?

Yes, because that's exactly
what I said earlier.

Did you interrogate the flight attendant?

I don't think she's our culprit.
An accomplice, yes.

But her defense holds up.

That's your guardian angel?

Absolutely not. I am not a guardian angel.

I am her friend.

Her best friend.

She's my friend.

Friend.

Thank you for coming to see me.
You didn't have to.

Don't get excited,
it's for the investigation.

Maybe we can get to know each other.

Now that you've seen me in my pajamas.

Maybe.

And maybe I can invite you to dinner,

when I get out of here.

Get back on your feet first,
then we'll see.

All right.

See you soon.

Very soon.

The door.

There, the door.

Astrid.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

- I will close it.
- Yes, close it.

You like him.

You like him.

Who?

Commander Bourgoin, you like him.

Not at all.

Not at all. Why do you say that?

- You have a stain.
- Yes.

I was wrong. One must not be wrong.

I thought I had detected
typical non-verbal signs.

When you are in his presence,
you laugh differently.

And you bit your lip.

He rested his hand on yours
and you did not pull back.

Then to say goodbye to him,
you got close like this,

and you said:

"Get back on your feet first,
then we'll see."

- I didn't talk like that.
- A bit, yes.

I admit, I'm interested.

You're starting to be fluent
in neurotypical talk.

- I am qualified.
- Yeah.

Are you going to have sex with him?
Do bim?

Yes. No! Well, I...

It's more complicated than that, Astrid.

And he gets on my nerves.

All right.

You like him.

- But he gets on your nerves.
- I know, that's what's weird.

He gets on my nerves,
and I think that's why I like him.

There.

What?

I am lost.

Me too.

What have you got there?

A stone.

A piece of go.

It's a Japanese game.

Tetsuo gave it to you.
It's a gift from Tetsuo.

It is not a gift.
Tetsuo only lent it to me.

I do not know how to react.

Why?

Because he wants to play it with me.

That's good.

That is not good, Raphaëlle.

It is not a puzzle, it is a game.

And a game takes two people,
that's the problem.

Yes.

When I want to solve a puzzle,
I want to solve a riddle.

It is always the same riddle.

Only, playing with someone means

having to take the other
into consideration.

It is necessary to integrate

additional, unpredictable,

and invisible data.

I cannot do it.

Maybe that's what Tetsuo is looking for.

Sharing his invisible data with you

Astrid,

sometimes you just have
to take the first step,

the rest will come by itself.

Hi, mom. Hi, Astrid.

- Hi, Théo.
- Good evening, Théo.

- Is there any pizza left?
- In the box.

Which one?

You made a joke.

Because the pizza is in a box,
like the rest of Raphaëlle's things,

when she should have
emptied them a long time ago.

- It is funny.
- You're funny, son.

What's new with the Poacher case?

Théo, you know very well that...

You always end up telling me
when you shouldn't.

No...

Marc Noisay said
he wanted to talk to the press.

Maybe the culprit k*lled him
to silence him,

or to stop him from revealing
a compromising secret.

At the moment,
we have isolated three suspects,

and we are trying to find out
if there is a link

between one of them
and one of the Poacher's cases.

Sorry, Raphaëlle.

Théo is right, we always end up
talking about investigations with him.

Since he was little.
You have grown up a lot.

Yes.

- Astrid?
- Raphaëlle.

It's eight in the morning.

- You found something.
- Yes.

As long as a puzzle is not solved,
I cannot think of anything else.

This puzzle is too captivating.

Last night, I went straight to
the Criminal Documentation

to try and find a link between one of
the three passengers you are focusing on

and one of the Poacher's cases.

And?

I found the link, Raphaëlle.

Great, I'm coming!

- I found the link.
- I heard.

I'm coming. I'm hanging up.

Maxime Legall, one of the journalists
who was on board.

Absolutely.

Maxime Legall was
a permanent correspondent

for a political magazine

until he suddenly quit
to become a news reporter.

But, the moment
of his radical career change

perfectly matches with one of the murders
committed by the Poacher.

That of Morgan Philippe.

- The deputy?
- Yes.

Mr. Philippe was a politician,
Mr. Legall was a political journalist.

They knew each other.

They often met.

First, during a major interview,

and then all throughout
Mr. Philippe's legislative campaign.

- Yes, Norah?
- Commander.

Myriam Alduy has not only
received hidden text messages.

The day before the flight,
the instigator contacted her

via encoded online messaging.

I managed to bypass the VPN
and got back to the original machine's IP.

Norah, wait. IP, VPN, I don't understand.

I'm lost,
can you please translate?

I made a connection between
the stewardess and one of our Post-its.

Wait. Let me guess.

I'm not computer savvy,
but one of my colleagues is.

She located the computer
from which the first anonymous emails

were sent to Myriam Alduy.

Myriam who?
What are you talking about?

They were sent from a cafe.

A cybercafe in Dubrovnik.

That's you on the photos, right?

I think you didn't just have a...

professional relationship with...

Deputy Morgan Philippe, am I wrong?

Am I wrong?

They haunt me, you know.

These images of Morgan,

naked, tied up, disemboweled.

It's something you can't erase.

It lasts your whole life.

That's why
you specialized in news stories?

To keep investigating
the death of the man you loved.

To exorcise.

And it allowed me to be as close
as possible to the progress of the police,

to the Poacher.

And yes,

to be on the same plane as him to...

I've wanted this revenge for so long.

Except my revenge was stolen from me.

How so?

I bribed the flight attendant
to take you all away from first class.

I need to pee.

So I could switch his aperitif packet
with the poisoned packet,

while you were busy in the back.

Except he didn't die poisoned,

did he?

Wait, that was your only plan,
the poisoned packet?

You're saying there were several people
on the plane who wanted to k*ll him?

Because in that case...

From the start,
I knew something was wrong,

but I could not find what it was.

I found it.
The Poacher did not k*ll Morgan Philippe.

No.

One should not disrupt an interrogation.

One should not disclose information
in front of a suspect.

Hello, Mr. Legall.

If this gets out of here,
you'll have to deal with me.

Understood?

Marc Noisay could not
have k*lled Morgan Philippe.

- What makes you say that, Astrid?
- The month of July.

Marc Noisay cannot
have k*lled Morgan Philippe

because Morgan Philippe
was m*rder*d in July.

Excuse me, Astrid, but how does the fact
that Philippe's m*rder was in July

mean that Noisay couldn't have k*lled him?

Because the hunting season is over.

After each of his murders,
without exception,

Marc Noisay participated in hunts.

You think it was a kind of ritual?

It is one theory.
But I mostly think he used the quarry.

- Which quarry?
- The quarry. Yes.

It's a tradition
that follows the k*lling of the animal.

The offal is given
to the dogs of the pack as a reward.

Wait...

We never found
the entrails of the victims.

We did not.

However,
after the m*rder of Morgan Philippe,

Marc Noisay could not have
recourse to the quarry

because the hunting season was over,
because it was in July.

He could have done it differently,
just this once.

No, no.
Astrid is right, he's a serial k*ller.

Inherently, each of his murders
followed a specific ritual.

Yes, but that won't be enough
to convince the DA.

If we want to go further,
we need something solid.

Proof.

I think I know where to find proof.

What do we have?

I'm sorry, Commissioner.

We searched the room from top to bottom.

We did every test and analysis possible.

- We found nothing.
- Nothing at all?

"The truth is in the slaughter."

These are the last words
the Poacher said to his sister.

I realized
he was not speaking of his murders

but of a literal slaughter.

The slaughter of a deer. There.

- You think we haven't already looked?
- I do not know, I was not there.

There's nothing inside it.
We scanned it.

- Did you look behind?
- No.

- Then look behind!
- Then look behind!

- There's nothing.
- What do you mean nothing?

There is.

There.

There, there, there, there and there.

It is not animal hair.

It is human hair.

Astrid hit the nail on the head, as usual.

Those are strands of human hair.

- The Poacher's trophies.
- That's it.

We matched them
with the fingerprints of his victims,

but look.

- There are seven vials?
- Seven vials for seven separate DNAs.

So seven victims.

And no trace of a hair
from Morgan Philippe.

So, Astrid was right.
The Poacher didn't k*ll him.

Yeah.

You're sure?
The Poacher didn't k*ll Philippe?

% sure.

You must be happy.
Cops blaming the gendarmerie.

No one's questioning
the gendarmerie's investigation.

My colleague found the error by comparing
the life of Marc Noisay to his murders.

- Your guardian angel again?
- Exactly.

Look, I didn't bring you in to grill you.
You get that?

I know that you know
this case inside out.

If we're dealing with a copycat,
we'll need you to catch him.

I'll get the Commissioner.

We are sure that one of the crimes
attributed to the Poacher

was not committed by him.

It was made to look like it
by using the same ritual.

So the m*rder of the Poacher
was not revenge,

but a cover for another crime.

Exactly.

Astrid.

- I'm putting you on speakerphone.
- Absolutely not.

Not on speaker.

Raphaëlle, I just discovered
something very worrying.

I can only speak to you.

Oh, you want to talk about
something personal, ok.

Absolutely not,
it is about the investigation.

- About Tetsuo.
- I get it.

- Sorry, I'll be right back.
- Bravo, Raphaëlle.

You are using coded language
so as not to be understood.

I'm listening.

I studied the rituals
of Morgan Philippe's m*rder again.

They're precise. Very precise.

Too precise.

Some details had not
been revealed in the press.

Do you understand
what that means, Raphaëlle?

Yeah, I understand.

It means the Poacher's copycat
is close to the investigation.

I believe they are a member
of the law enforcement.

That adds three suspects who were
on the plane who could be the copycat.

Three suspects who are in law enforcement.

It could be Commander Bourgoin,
Captain Daguerre...

or you.

Raphaëlle.

When you were searching him...

That's when you injected him.

What are you talking about?

He k*lled the Poacher and Morgan Philippe.

That's not possible.
Commander, it's not true.

Don't be stupid, Bourgouin.

Stand up!

Captain...

He was going to destroy us.

Deputy Philippe was like
all these politicians.

They don't know what it's like
in the field.

You know it.

Please speak to me
as a professional, Commander.

What are these jobs?

Police, gendarmerie?

It's scrutinizing the human soul
at its darkest.

So, yeah, sometimes you have to
get your hands dirty.

And to fight the monster,
you can't be afraid of v*olence.

Deputy Philippe didn't understand that.

He wanted to investigate you, is that it?

He wanted to stick us
with a parliamentary commission.

I tried to talk to him,
but he wouldn't hear it.

He wanted to ruin us.

The gendarmerie is a body.

There's skeletons in our closets,

but I wasn't going to
let my men be att*cked,

ostracized, degraded.

I had to react.

By committing a despicable m*rder?

- You put your uniform to shame.
- I still get nightmares.

But what better cover than the Poacher?

He wasn't going to come out of hiding
to proclaim his innocence.

And what better position
than that of the lead investigator,

to cover your tracks.

It worked for six years.

Until we identified
and apprehended Noisay.

Because he would've denied
k*lling the deputy.

I couldn't take that risk.

So by fighting the monster,

you became it.

Astrid?

By studying the parameters
of the situation,

I thought that you were
in a state of requiring comfort.

Am I wrong?
One must not be wrong.

You're not wrong.

It seems there's a contradiction

between the fact that
you liked the Commander

and the fact that he is an assassin
who will spend his life in prison.

Well, I told you, I attract jerks.

Raphaëlle,

you kissed Captain Perran.

I do not think Captain Perran is a jerk.

Yes, but it's too late,
I ruined everything.

Sometimes,

you just have to take the first step,

the rest will come by itself.

Nico, we crushed it, didn't we?

- Yes, we worked hard.
- Not just the job.

We work well together, don't you think?

Yes, yes, you're right.

My friend's having this party,
wanna come?

- Yeah, I'm coming.
- Cool!

- Do you have a helmet?
- Yes.

Hello, Astrid.

I will take the white ones.

So it's up to me to start.

Yes.