06x06 - La.Part.du.Diable

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RAPH: I'm very worried.

I'm afraid she'll be in
denial and she'll explode-

Mimics expl*si*n
-like that.

NICO: Is this her not in denial?

She no longer speaks to
Tetsuo, like he never existed.

- He lied to her.
- To protect her.

- Yes. But in the meantime it's weird.

Good morning Astrid! - Hello.

- Good morning, Cmdr Coste.
Good morning, Capt Perran. Hmm!

To get here I took bus #27,

then I transferred to bus 133,

and finally I was
able to take bus 342.

The timetable was perfectly coordinated;
all three buses arrived perfectly on time,

and it was very satisfactory. Hm-hmm!
Door opens

- Oh, Norah, we couldn't reach
you in there, what's going on?

NORAH: Are you kidding? It's one of
the biggest data centers in France,

less than a year old.

Security-wise, Fort Knox
is like a garden shed.

No, I've never seen
anything so locked-down.

Shall I show you?
- Let's go.

- Behind this door is
stored the dematerialized data

of thousands of websites
and social networks.

- Lt Mansour, data is not dematerialized,

since a warehouse
is required to store them.

- It's an expression, Astrid.
- It's an inappropriate expression.

- If I were you I'd put
those back on, Astrid.

Can you open it?
Lock beeps Thank you.

Industrial air conditioning
- Oh yes, it's...

- Mm-mmm. He's sewn.

♪

NORAH: Maxime Brière, 42.

He was big in Asmodeus
Analytics, responsible for data centers.

- Okay then. Fournier?
- It's hard to say, but I'd lean towards

asphyxiation or poisoning, but
the marks are barely visible.

It's like they cleaned him up before
doing that to him, you know?

- The absence of inflammation around the
sutures implies they were post-mortem.

- We agree there.

The Devil's Share

In any case, that's
not what k*lled him.

- Why use such a medieval technique?

- I dunno, maybe a passion for sewing?

I'm the 'how,' not the
'why' part, that's your job.

Each to their own domain, right?

- In any case, with dozens
of cameras all around us

we'll soon find out the 'who.'

NICO: Wait, I don't see the body.

SEC MGR: It should
be there, I don't understand.

- Does that mean the camera was rigged?
- No, not possible. Each camera

has a unique digital
signature, and the system

isn't connected to
the outside world.

- In that case, how come
we aren't seeing my colleagues?

SEC MGR: What the hell is this?
- The feed for the camera

in the aisle where
the crime took place must be

from the camera in the next aisle.

Since they all look alike,
you didn't notice anything.

- Ah! Lt Mansour?

Ah, she can't hear me. Lt Mansour?

Lt Mansour? Lt Mans-
NORAH: Yes, Astrid?

Sorry, I couldn't hear you.

- There's a problem. Here.

All the cables are connected to machines
on both sides, except for that one there,

there. We need to open this door.

- Perhaps it was an oversight?
- No, that's not normal.

- The yellow cable.
- Okay. Wait, don't move.

Zipper

- It is only connected on one end.

- Is this the one?
- Yes.

- So, let's see.

NORAH: Oh sh*t. All the
server logs have been deleted.

- You mean there's
no way to recover the history?

NORAH: Activity history, no.

But hold on; the machine
recorded a temperature spike

approximately at the time of the crime.

There was indeed an activity surge.

- Great.

RAPH: That might be the motive.

If these things host the internet,

there are bound to be
unspeakable secrets inside.

Maybe the sewn-up mouth and eyes

means that the victim saw
something he shouldn't have,

and above all, not to reveal it.

- In any case, it was
meticulously planned.

Because the m*rder was committed
in a kind of digital 'locked room.'

The off-center camera
creates a blind spot,

I get it, but it doesn't
fully explain it.

We see neither the arrival
nor the departure of the perpetrator.

And not the victim either.

- How is that possible?
It's a monitored place.

- Hurry up, the new commissioner
called everyone to the meeting room,

and apparently he doesn't like latecomers.

VASSIEUX: Is everyone here?
- We mustn't be late.

VASSIEUX: Well, nice to meet you,
we're going to get to know each other.

Obviously, all of us together today,
I'd like to give you a brief update

on what I plan to put
in place in the coming days.

I want us to bring more
order to our processes. I see-

- I didn't imagine him like this at all.
VASSIEUX: Not that you're doing it wrong,

but I think there are quite a few-

- Meaning?

- I don't know. He seems nice.

- ...because we're inspired
by what's been done- eh,

am I bothering you?
Would you like a coffee?

- No thank you.
- Oh- phew, I was mistaken.

Good. I'll start again
for those who are late.

Inspired by FBI methods

My goal is simple:
to make the Paris Crime Squad

the flagship of the Judicial Police services.

I worked with the FBI and

I want us to learn from their methods.

We will modernize our
way of doing things by

implementing processes that have
already proven successful there.

Simply: I don't know
how my predecessor worked,

and frankly I don't give a damn.

- He said 'I don't give a damn.'
- Yes, I heard.

What interests me from now on
is that my methods are applied.

This method is:

gathering clues, hypothesis,

analysis,

coordination— all together,

interviews, and

authentication. There you go.

This is the JACKAL method.

Is that clear to everyone?

Good, so memorize it, because
from now on it's your bible,

all right?

Come see me in my office,
I'd like to review cases as of today—

—and, uh... Coste, Perran
and Nielsen, who are they?

- Nielsen, speaking!
Astrid Nielsen, Lt Nielsen.

- That's us.

- So, I'm listening. Victim profile?

- Maxime Brière, executive
at Asmodeus Analytics,

it's a big company
in the technology sector.

- I just spoke to the
team searching his villa:

four floors with a swimming
pool in the heart of Paris,

masterpieces on the walls,
and a lot of cocaine, yeah.

- Money, drugs, that's original.
And what about the environment?

- Almost no one,
according to his neighbors.

though delivery men or
girls drop by to see him.

- Family?
- A desert there too.

His father died last year and
Brière didn't even go to his funeral.

RAPH: Mmm. But he has a sister,

Claudia Brière. The
squad's looking for her, but

she's not at home and
we can't reach her by phone.

NICO: So Brière might
not have had many friends,

but he seemed to have
a real cult-like devotion to his boss.

Samuel Chamaco is listed
in his phone under the name

'Bringer of Light.'
RAPH CHORTLES

- A big suck-up. A size XXL suck-up!

NICO: Any leads on the mobile phone?
- Absolutely not.

Mobile vibrates
- Well,

that's going to have to change, isn't it?
. . .

RAPH: It's Lt Mansour,
she's at the crime scene. . . .

Do we do without...
. . .

her call, which is related
to the investigation, or...

- Answer.
. . .

- Yes, Norah?
- Yeah, Raph,

I understand now why
I couldn't find the stolen data.

In fact, nothing's disappeared.
It's actually the opposite:

it's a file that was left.

- What kind of file is it?

- I don't know.
I'd say more like a line of code:

'V-R-S-N, S-M-V-S, M-Q-L-I-V-B.'

- Okay. And what does that correspond to?

- No idea. I'm searching all
the computer protocols, but nothing yet.

- Thanks Norah.
- It was nothing. I'll keep you posted.

- Okay. Don't look at me like that.
Let's go, get to work.

Mechanism trips,
air conditioning stops

Beeping

Typing

Falling objects,
metal clashes.

- Hello. Sir, Capt Perran.

- Hello.
- Thanks for coming so quickly, Mr Chamaco

- What else could I have done?

Maxime, m*rder*d, in our place.

- Did you know Maxime personally?

- Asmodeus is more than
a company. It's a family.

And Maxime wasn't just
a simple collaborator, he was...

he was a friend.

- All right. Did you know
he called you 'Bringer of Light'?

- That was something between us.

Before joining Asmodeus,
Maxime didn't really have the same life.

So, he was quite grateful.

NICO: Do you have any idea
who might've attacked him?

- The obscurantists,* Capt Perran.
* Obstructors of facts

Progress has always been frightening.

Some are doing all they can to
prevent humanity from progressing.

- What makes you say that?
Have you received threats?

- Yes. If you only knew.

But, more specifically, a year ago,

when the center opened.

Our socials were saturated with the
same message over and over again,

but which originated
from different IP addresses.

It was...

'The wicked will be
silenced in the darkness.'

At the time, Maxime
and I almost found it amusing.

If we'd known they were
really going to silence him...

Here.
That's my number.

You can call me anytime,

I won't sleep until the b*stard

who did this to us is brought to justice.

Medical Examiner

- I sent one of the threads
used to mutilate him to the lab.

- And the cause of death?
- Oh, well our friend was poisoned,

with thallium, a particularly
toxic heavy metal.

It's a poison that causes a slow death,

and very painful, they say.
Nasty piece of work.

- Okay, so the k*ller wanted him to suffer.

FOURNIER: There you go!
- And is this a form of t*rture?

- You could say that.
And there's something else.

RAPH: Oof! He was whipped?

- It's more complicated than that, because

based on the angle of the lacerations,
the victim self-flagellated—

—don't ask me why.

- During the interview by
Capt Perran, Mr Chamaco said:

'The wicked will be
silenced in the darkness.'

I knew I'd seen that
phrase somewhere before.

It's a Bible phrase,

the Old Testament, specifically
the book of Samuel, chapter 2, verse 9.

Here. Hmm!

RAPH: And, did you
find this sentence in a file?

- Yes. Hmm!

This:

'The wicked will be
silenced in the darkness.'

RAPH: Uh-huh.

- I found an instance in
very old cases in the archives,

files dating from the
beginning of the last century,

in which all the victims had
their mouths and eyes sewn shut.

There. Yes. There.
RAPH: Like our victim, yeah?

- Yes.
- And, what are these files about?

- All these files are linked to
the practice of black magic.

Slight gasp

- Commissioner, we might
well be dealing with fanatics,

a cult or something similar.
- Did we have a meeting?

- Absolutely not.

- Excuse me? A meeting for what?

You asked me to keep you informed
about the Brière case, I don't understand.

- I think we understood each
other very, very well, Cmdr Coste.

I'm expecting your
report this evening,

if needed I'll set up a meeting with
you for tomorrow morning to debrief..

- Tomorrow morning? Tomorrow
morning will be too late, Commissioner.

- Perhaps, but that's the
procedure. It must be respected.

- Ah. All right.

An appointment.
All right, like at the dentist.

- Yes, that's it, just like at the dentist.

- Goldilocks is getting on my nerves,

we'll miss Bachert, I'm telling you.

- Yes?

- You don't have ba*ls, Cmsr Vassieux.

Cmsr Bachert had some
nice ba*ls on his desk.

One, two, three.

You put out some candies to suck.

Should I close the door?

- Please, yes.
- All right. Door closes

Cmsr Vassieux is respectful of procedures.

That's very reassuring. Hm-hmm!

- Norah, any news about Claudia Brière?

- The victim's sister?
- Yeah.

- No, nothing yet,
it's like her phone is off.

We're extending the search to his family.

- Uh-huh. Nico, have you
solved the locked room mystery?

- I think I found something.

The cameras inside
didn't turn up anything,

so I'm retracing Brière's
movements on the night he died.

We don't see him around the data center,
but he must've gone in somewhere.

Come look.

This is one of the streets
running next to the data center.

RAPH: Mm-hmm.

Clicks key

Hmm!

NICO: It's Brière we're seeing,
RAPH: Mm-hmm.

NICO: but I don't know how he
got from here, to where he was found.

- The silence.
- What?

- Yes, that's it, that's
the weak point of data centers.

- Silence is the weak point of data
centers, yet they are extremely noisy.

- No, the air conditioning isn't
for the large number of servers,

it's not enough, you need
huge pipes to bring in cold air.

When I was at the data center yesterday,
there was a long silence at one point.

The cooling system had stopped working.

- So Brière could've gone through
the cooling system to get back in?

- I see no other explanation.

The system stopped because
Brière found a way to cut it off

to give him time to get through.

- It cut off when you were there?
- Yes.

- And what time was it exactly?
- 6:30 pm.

- Hmm. All right, so
the suspect left that way,

that means he was
still there when we were there.

Nico, screenshot that
and send it everywhere.

Not much to go on,
but it's a good start.

- Asmodelus sent the plans for the data
center technical ducts and ventilation.

Even with this it'll be hours before we
understand where and how Brière got in.

- May I?
- Of course.

- Hm-hmm! Here is an access to
the underground technical gallery

located at street level.
Capt Perran showed us the CCTV.

This gallery leads
to a ventilation shaft, here,

which leads there, and then there,
leading to a secondary ventilation duct,

connecting at a right angle.

Leading to this right angle,
and finally to here,

at the crime scene. Hm-hmm!

This plan is a maze.
I like mazes.

- Your colleague was right,

a ventilation duct passes just below.
Someone's installed a ladder.

We found this medal
hanging from the top rung.

- Everything alright?
- Perfect!

Here it is.
- Thank you!

NICO: It's Latin. It says,

'May we be strengthened by his presence

at the hour of our death.'
- You can read all that?

- Yes.

- Can I see the medal?
- Yeah.

- Ah. Look, on the back.

NICO: 'V-R...'
NORAH: '...S-N, S-M-V-S, M-Q, L-I-V-B."

This is the name of the file
that was uploaded to the servers!

- Good morning!

- "Hello."
The medal hanging from the ladder,

it's a St Benedict medal.

Patron saint of Europe, engineers,
scouts, schoolchildren, farmers,

boilermakers...
- That's lots of people. A lot of suspects.

- Wait, that's not all, he's also
above all the patron saint of exorcists.

NICO: Raph, we found
the victim's sister, Claudia Brière.

She was at her mother's house
in the East. She was summoned.

- All right.

Exorcists?

- Exorcists.

- Then Maxime's gone.
- He's dead.

- I'm sorry, Ms Brière.

You were his half-sister, right?

- We had the same father.

He was a widower when he met my mother.

- Was he a loner?

- Maxime?
- Yes.

- He was different before.
The breaking point was the trial.

- What trial?
- Near Saint-Michel-en-Darnois,

in the East, the village where we
grew up, there was a chemical factory.

They polluted the groundwater
that supplies all the homes

in the area for years,
causing illnesses and cancers.

- Saint-Michel-en-Darnois. There
is a file in Criminal Documentation.

- My brother fought like crazy for a trial.

He formed a victims' collective,

he dedicated himself day
and night for months. For nothing.

The court ruled that
there was no irrefutable link.

The harm was not recognized
and no one was compensated.

That broke my brother.

After the verdict, he left the
village and he never came back.

- Not even to your father's funeral.

- No. Their relationship
was very, very complicated.

My father was a very hard man.

He raised us with a Catholic education,

old-fashioned, extremely strict.

Always in fear of sin and the devil.
ASTRID: Ah. The devil.

- And...

Regular transfers have been observed.

from his account to yours.

- Yes, that's right.

He's supported me financially
since the beginning of my treatment.

- What treatment?

- You have no hair.

- That's why I went to stay
with my mother for a few days.

It's very hard after chemo.

My treatment is covered, but I lost my job.

I needed very extensive accommodations,

Without Maxime, I don't know
how we would have managed.

- Who is 'we'?
- I have a ten-year-old daughter.

She will soon be an orphan.

All this because of criminals
who only think about money

and not people's lives,
and who'll never be punished for it.

- It's taking such a long time, Norah.

- Yes, comparing prints in the database

with those Forensics got
off the medal can take some time.

- Well, Brière flagellated
himself until he bled,

maybe for feeling guilty
about failing in court.

That would explain a lot. And Astrid,

you said there was a file in Doc?

Mobile vibrates
- Yes.

- It's the lab.
RAPH: Ah!

- The thread used to sew the victim's eyes

and mouth is made of very old linen.

Yeah: several centuries.

NICO: They found other,
more recent substances on it:

frankincense, Siamese benzoin, galbanum.

ASTRID: Hm-hmm! That's the
composition of exorcism cream.

In the Criminal Documentation
files I showed you

on the practice of black magic,

this preparation is only made in
a single monastery in Ile-de-France.

At Saint-Benedict-du-Bon-Secours.

- St Benedict?
- 'du-bon-Secours.'

- St Benedict, like on the medal.

- Ah, that's it!
- Well?

- The prints we lifted from the medal
belong to a Hervé Fuzac, 72—

—he lives at the
Saint-Benedict-du-Bon-Secours monastery.

ASTRID: Hm-hmm!

- I thought I'd warn you. Father Fuzac

has a very special profile.

His vision and practice of
demonology are very personal,

they encouraged rituals that

were rather far removed
from the canons of the church.

- Are the rituals you're
talking about related to exorcism?

- That's it.

ecclesiastical authorities
conducted investigations and

in their great wisdom they
decided to keep him away from his flock

by offering him lodging here.

- Father Fuzac?

HERVÉ: I was expecting you.

You're with the police, and
you're here about Maxime. Oh...

I knew him when he was very young.

His father was a saint.

Strict— as our lord demands—

—to put our lost sheep
back on the right path!

Placatingly
- Mm-hmm.

- Father Fuzac, when
did you last see Maxime?

- The day of his departure
for the eternal kingdom,

he wanted me to
hear his final confession.

Unfortunately, when I
arrived in that cursed place

he had already been recalled by our lord.

- He was already dead?

- Yes.

But rest assured,

through the consecrated thread and
needle, I was able to save his soul.

- The sewn-up eyes and mouth, that was you?
- Absolutely!

I did it for Maxime.

He knew he was going to die,

he wanted my help! You understand?

- Understand what?

- I did it to deceive him.

- Deceive who?
HERVÉ: Him!

The Bringer of Light!

- Who is the Bringer of Light?

Fearfully
- Lucifer!

Knocks
- Commissioner?

- Come in.

- We need to summon Samuel Chamaco.

- Chamaco? For what
reason exactly, Captain?

- In his mobile, the victim had
nicknamed him the 'Bringer of Light.'

In the Bible, the Bringer
of Light is Lucifer. If you take-

- I'm a little disappointed, Perran.

I thought you were the rational one
in the group, someone I could count on.

Did I make a mistake?
- Listen, Commissioner,

if Maxime Brière went to so much
trouble to secretly enter the data center,

it wasn't to leave flowers there.

If he wanted to harm the company,
if Chamaco figured it out, that's a motive.

- Yes, that's a lot of ifs.

So I'm going to explain
to you that Chamaco is

one of the most influential
business leaders in this country.

He has supporters at Place Beauvau,*
* Interior Ministry

or even higher, so don't come and
* Interior Ministry

mess things up for me in my first week

simply because you
have hunches, Captain.

Is that clear?

- It's clear.
VASSIEUX: Good.

- I'll find something solid.

- Yes, do that.

- Father Fuzac, tell me exactly what
happened the day Maxime Brière died.

- Maxime contacted me from his home

via encrypted messaging.

He was very knowledgeable about
modern means of communication.

He immediately told me
that he'd been poisoned,

and that he was about to
reach the end of his earthly existence.

- Did he say who poisoned him?
- After that his concern

was the salvation of his soul.

He begged me to go
meet him at his workplace,

in order to hear his final confession,

wanting to purify himself, you understand.

- You knew about the
secret access to the data center?

- Maxime had already
asked me to purify that place,

it's an evil place, where
all the world's sins are concentrated!

It's an extension of hell, on Earth!

And Maxime was convinced

that Samuel Chamaco
was the devil incarnate,

and that by working for
him, he had sold his soul.

Moans

That's why I performed the suturing ritual.

After sewing Maxime's eyes and mouth

to prevent any chance
of demons entering him,

I stayed underground for 24 hours

for my fervent prayers to be with him

until he reached the eternal kingdom.

- Father, was it you who left this medal?

- Without St Benedict, nothing
would've been possible. Yes.

- What do these letters mean?

- My child, that is St Benedict's
prayer, the prayer of exorcism!

Latin
"Vade retro satana"!

"Nunquam suade mihi vana"!

"Sunt mala quae libas"!

"Ipse Venena Bibas"!

French
'Get thee behind me, Satan'!

'Never suggest vain things to me!'

'What you offer me is evil'!

'Drink your own poison'!

Repent!
Moans

The apocalypse is near!

RAPH: So that's what the Saint-
Michel-en-Darnois case was all about?

- Yes.

The formal charges led
to initiation of an investigation.

But the trial failed, and
legal proceedings were dropped.

However, a copy of the plaintiff's filing

is in the Criminal Documentation
archives. I found the file, hm-hmm.

- I sense a link between
this case and the m*rder.

But that's just my hunch.
- Hm-hmm!

- Are you alright, Astrid?
- I don't understand your question.

- I'm talking about Tetsuo's confession.

- Oh.

Tetsuo Tanaka does not exist.

- I know, but...

What I mean is, it's always very
complicated when a love story ends.

Even when we've decided.

- Tetsuo Tanaka smelled good.

I could play Go with Tetsuo Tanaka.

The contact of Tetsuo
Tanaka's skin was not unbearable.

I could look Tetsuo Tanaka in the eyes.

I remember precisely the 543 kisses
I exchanged with Tetsuo Tanaka.

I loved listening to Tetsuo
Tanaka talk about the golden ratio.

I think I miss Tetsuo Tanaka.

However, Tetsuo Tanaka does not exist,

and Tetsuo Hoshida is a stranger.

Lute playing

. . .

. . .

. . .

. . .

. . .

. . .

Lute concludes

- I had planned to play this
on our wedding day.

I've been practicing for months, but,

Since it didn't happen... there it is.

Astrid?
ASTRID: Mr Hoshida,

You are not authorized.

You have no business being here.

- Astrid, give me a chance.

- You should leave.

Now.

- I have to meet Astrid at the Doc,
but I need to show you this first.

Dozens of malicious messages sent
to Asmodeus Analytics on social media.

They came from
from the victim himself.

They originated from several accounts,

but it's always the same
digital fingerprint, and I traced them

to Maxime Brière's computer.

- Maxime Brière sent them?

- He seemed to really
have a problem his company.

- Mmm. Or against his boss.

- Hi, Astrid.
- Hello, Lt Mansour.

Raphaëlle thought you can
help me complete the trial file.

- Yes, she said. The many contacts I kept
in the insurance industry should help us.

- However, there is a problem.

The file is currently in the Paper Room.

- Oh.

Your "safe place."

- I don't know what a "safe place" is.

Zipper
- We'll find a solution, don't worry.

Will you show me?
- All right.

Do not enter the Paper Room.

- I promise.

Astrid, do you happen
to have the factory lawyer's report?

- Mm-mmm. This file is not in the archives.

NORAH: Are you certain?

- Absolutely certain,
Lt Mansour, I
know the case.

{\an3}- Obviously.

Oh, I know what I can do.

I'll call a contact at the
financial prosecutor's office.

He's someone I did quite a few
favors for when I was in insurance.

I'll call you back, Astrid.

- All right.

She hung up.

Hm-hmm.

- It's true, my name isn't Tetsuo Tanaka.

But my name isn't Tetsuo Hoshida either.

It's a name I've given up on.

I have the feeling Astrid
has erased me from her memory.

WILLIAM: Mmm... it's
more complicated than that.

It's called a 'defense mechanism.'

Astrid doesn't know any other
way to integrate this information.

- But it's so hard.

It's like I'm disappearing a second time.

- She's currently rearranging
the puzzle pieces,

it might take some time.

- But does that mean she'll
eventually give me a chance?

- Who can say?

NICO: Please sit down.
CHAMACO: Capt Perran;

great to see you again.

You know I'll do everything
in my power to help you.

- As my colleague Ms Nielsen would say,

a body of converging evidence
leaves me perplexed, Mr Chamaco.

- Well, perhaps I can
shed some light on it.

- The 'Bringer of Light' thing,

it wasn't something
between you two, was it?

- I don't understand.
- In the Bible,

the 'Bringer of Light' refers to Lucifer.

- Hold on!
Chuckles

Are you telling me
I'm the devil, Capt Perran?

- I'm telling you your m*rder*d employee

thought he'd sold his soul to you.

- What are you getting at exactly?

- We investigated the threats received
by Asmodeus when the center opened.

There's no doubt: they were
sent by Maxime Brière himself.

And you surely knew
he had set up a means of

entering your data center incognito.

Indisputably, he was trying to harm you.

- And you see where that got him.

Hushed
You can't serve two masters.

Maxime tried to play both sides,

he paid a heavy price for it.

Normal volume
But, um,
I find your tone inquisitorial.

Are you looking to hold me
responsible for the situation?

You said I was a victim,

then talk to me like you
want to make me look guilty.

- I'm simply pointing out that if you
were aware of Maxime Brière's projects,

you have a motive.
CHAMACO: Don't be ridiculous.

Maxime wasn't poisoned with thallium
at the data center, it could be anyone.

- Except—

—how do you know about the thallium? Hmm?

Sighs tensely

Mr Chamaco, where were you

in the hours leading up
to Maxime Brière's death?

- At home, alone.

- Can you prove it?

- You might be surprised, but

I live in a house with no cameras.

I know what can be
done with that kind of data.

NICO: Very good, no proof then?
- No.

- Mr Chamaco, it's 11:03 am,

and your custody begins.

- I imagine I'll need to
give you my lawyer's details?

- That'll be good.

Door closes

Cleansing breath

- Nico, what is it?
You look strange. Are you okay?

- I've taken Chamaco into custody.

- Chamaco's in there? You sh1tting me?
- Sssh...

- Why did you do that?
- I don't know.

Simply put, he has no alibi.

He has something evil about him,

Seriously, I swear I haven't smoked
anything, there's something in his eyes.

Like- like during
the interview, he did this:

'You can't serve two masters.'
I'm sure he did it on purpose.

- On purpose why?
What does that mean?

- That's from St Matthew:
'You can't serve two masters.'

You can't serve both god and the devil.

I'm gonna make a coffee.

- [Oh f*ck.]

- So the file isn't entirely complete,

but it gives us a good
idea of the polluter's strategy.

- It is the factory lawyers' case?
NORAH: Yeah.

A large part of it, in any case.

- I have never used this hallway.

- It's really big, huh?
- Mmm.

It's not very discreet,
but it's a good idea.

We need to call Raphaëlle.

- Perran? Did you put
Chamaco in custody? Hmm?

- Hold on Commissioner,
I didn't do it lightly.

He's a suspect with a motive and no alibi.

- No alibi? Are you kidding me?

You see that tall guy behind me?

That's his lawyer.
He provided me with proof that

his client was in Frankfurt
on the night of the m*rder,

for an international conference on
the environmental impact of data centers.

- That's impossible.

- It certainly is possible, he even
did a presentation broadcast live

on the Internet in front
of thousands of people.

- The b*stard...

- I ended his custody, Perran.

And consider yourself lucky

if he doesn't file a complaint
for a*usive procedure.

- Commissioner, he
knew about the thallium.

- So what? It was leaked
on dozens of dubious websites.

- And I'm sure he's the one who leaked it!

- Captain, you're becoming
ridiculous, aren't you?

- [Oh-]

- I'm sorry for this
misunderstanding, Captain.

- No, no, it's... it's the whole
squad that's sorry, Mr Chamaco.

- No, I assure you, it's nothing.

I know your team is doing all it can to
shed light on what happened to Maxime.

And Capt Perran, um...

thought he was doing the right thing.
- Absolutely. Thank you.

You have to face facts, Mr Perran.

We're not playing in the same league.

I'll always be one step ahead of you.

So don't try to harm me.

Quietly
I could make your life a living hell.

- Look.
- Mmm?

- There are similarities
between the plaintiffs' case

and that of the defense: there;

and there.

Look. Here; here; here.

There should be no similarities
between the two cases.

We agree. Overall it's more
than similarities, it's copy-paste.

That means the factory
had access to the victims' files.

- Absolutely.
- Which explains

how they were able to
sow doubt in the judge's mind

to easily obtain a dismissal.

Maxime Brière was very
invested in the proceedings.

Maybe he resented
someone who betrayed them.

Astrid, we must find the traitor.

- And that's what Lt Mansour will find out.

- Oh yes?
- Yes.

- And how is she going about it?

Astrid?

- By going directly to the law firm
representing the polluting factory.

- Without a warrant?

- Without a warrant.
Mobile vibrates

I disapproved of this
approach, but Lt Mansour said

that it's what you would have done.

As much as I disapproved
of the approach,

I could not disapprove
of her remarks.

- Yeah, Norah? Seriously, you just
show up like that at a lawyer's office?

- Why, are you gonna lecture me?
- On the contrary, I'm proud of you!

Well, what did you find?
- When I showed him what we have

and the "shitstorm" it could trigger,

strangely enough they needed
to confer with each other.

- So do you know where the leak came from?

- It's hot. It came
from Maxime Brière himself,

he's the one who handed
over the entire file to the lawyers.

- [Oh, f*ck.]

- Maxime Brière.

- There it is, his pact with the devil.

Brière betrayed his own: his father,
his sister, in exchange for wealth.

There's something I don't
understand: the link between

the polluters and Chamaco's company.

Brière was hired right
after the court verdict,

that can't be a coincidence.
- Chamaco is no longer a priority.

Given what we know,

all the members of the group
had a reason to attack him—

—one person in particular.

Knocking

- Claudia Brière's in
the interview room, Raph.

RAPH: And here we go.

- Shall we watch?

- I don't understand what I'm doing
here. I told you, I was in the East.

- We checked.

You did buy a train
ticket, but it wasn't scanned.

You didn't take that train.

You know what I think?

You went to see
your mother the next day.

- I wasn't checked on board
is all, you can ask my mother.

- There are turnstiles
to access the platform.

But if you want, we can
go and question your mother.

- Leave her alone.

Anyway, what's the point?

I won't be here in a few months.

I just wanted to have a
little more time with my daughter.

- Claudia,

what did you do?

- Maxime deserved what he got.

Maybe he wanted to redeem himself,

but all the money in the
world couldn't undo what he did.

My brother was a monster.

He wasn't meant to outlive me.

Do you know how old my daughter is?

She's ten.

She'll be left all alone.

That compensation could've
provided for her.

- Your daughter is your
brother's sole heir, did you know?

- Yeah! Well, so what's the problem?

The money rightfully belongs to her!

I have no regrets, you know?

It was so easy to find
the stuff on the internet.

When I mixed it into his
coffee, my hand didn't tremble.

I watched him drink, without joy.

I just felt like I was
restoring a bit of balance.

- How did you learn of his betrayal?

- A man came to see me
as I was leaving the hospital.

He said he was a lawyer, that he had
defended the factory during the trial.

He also said that he had things

on his conscience,
that he could no longer bear.

- And then what?

- We saw each other several times.

It was always in slightly out-of-
the-way bars, he was very careful.

He made me swear never to
tell anyone about the encounters,

because it could cost him his career.

- Wait, I don't understand.
You believed him, just like that?

I don't know, he could've
lied to you about your brother.

- But he showed me evidence:

emails, photos.

I don't know, I trusted him.
Door opens

- Do you know this man, Ms Brière?

CLAUDIA: Yes, that's him.

Do you know him?

- Thank you.

Puzzle clinking

VASSIEUX: I wanted to
congratulate you, Commander.

It's important to know
when you're wrong, and

and you were damn effective,
your efficiency honors you.

I just hung up with the prosecutor, he
was delighted that the case was closed.

- Wait, Commissioner,
it's definitely not closed.

Claudia Brière was
completely manipulated by Chamaco.

- Captain-
RAPH: He knew that

Brière was working against him,

but instead of getting his hands dirty
he used his sister. Pretty diabolical.

- Yes, maybe, but you have
no proof, and you know it.

We looked at all the places they met,

there's no CCTV, no creditable witnesses,

so it's a case of one
person's word against another's.

CHAMACO: I only have one word to say.

It's 'thanks.'

Thanks to your team, we have a culprit.

I was able to reassure the shareholders
about the family aspect of this case.

Asmodeus Analytics' shares
have risen, like an arrow.

- If I were you, I wouldn't be so quick
to reassure them, Mr Chamaco,

legal action will be
initiated and a trial will clarify

the latest elements of this investigation.

- I didn't know you were also a lawyer.

- I'll admit I'm having
a little trouble following you.

- Did you call Claudia Brière
when she left the hospital?

- No. No, I have absolutely
no idea what you're talking about.

Who is this Claudia Brière, is she

Maxime's wife?
ASTRID: Mm-mmm.

CHAMACO: Was he married?

- We'll see each other
again soon, Mr Chamaco.

- Always a pleasure.

- Commissioner?

NICO: He's provoking us, the b*stard!
- I know.

I'm sorry, but for now
there's nothing more we can do.

- Yes.

- Excuse me?
- You said, 'For now

there's nothing more we can do.'

You're mistaken, you mustn't be mistaken.

It is possible to
continue looking for the link.

Provided you know
where to look. Hm-hmm!

- And you know where to look, Astrid?
- Yes.

- It's great that you agreed
to us searching together, Astrid.

- We are not searching together,
I am currently conducting the search.

Laughs
- That's right, thank you.

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NICO: Do you see? He's a gambler,

he took a risk coming in to the squad.

It excites him.
He's trying to scare himself.

- I will not be able to
continue this research

if you continue to talk
and move around like you do.

- Yes, sorry. I'll calm
down, I'll stop. Promise.

- Promise?
- Mm-hmm.

- All right.

Ah. The shareholder
agreement is confidential.

Without a warrant it is inaccessible.

- [sh*t.]

- 'sh*t'! Hm-hmm! The commissioner

will not consent to calling the prosecutor

to request a warrant.

- No.
ASTRID: Mm-mmm.

- However—

—I know the documentalist for the
clerks of the relevant court. Hm-hmm!

I'll send him an email.
- All right.

- So? Where are you at? Making progress?

- I'm trying to open the program

that Brière installed in Asmodeus's system.

- Struggling a bit?
- Yes, it's definitely

hiding something important.
- What if we pray to St Benedict?

- St Benedict? I'm sure
he was a good person,

but I think he was completely
hopeless with computers. Typing

- Ah, here it is, I received
the confidential shareholder list

of the polluting factory.
Hm-hmm!

- Astrid, you're a genius.
- I simply asked

a sworn person for a favor
to obtain a document allowing us to

prove that Mr Chamaco is
one of the factory's main shareholders.

- I repeat: You're a genius.
ASTRID: Oh.

- Ah, pfff-s

Key click,
portentous beeping

- f*ck, what is that, Norah?
- I dunno, it triggered a countdown timer.

- Countdown? Wait, countdown for what?

Is something gonna explode?

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- ...I don't have control,

however, we could lose the file, yes.

- If the court had convicted the factory,
Chamaco would've lost a fortune.

He'd do anything to avoid that,
that's why he corrupted Maxime Brière.

- That's the link.
- But when Maxime Brière learned

his sister had been affected,
he was consumed by remorse.

That's the reason
for the self-flagellation.

I'm calling the team.

This time, he won't escape us.

Well done, Astrid!

- Raph? I think all the data from the
data center is being made public.

'V.R.S.N.S.M,
V.S.M.Q.L.I.V.B.,' it's a virus.

- Okay, he went to the center
because he realized he'd been poisoned.

Maxime was a whistleblower, only

he died before he could launch his program.

I think that you did his job for him here.

- Look at this.

Arms trafficking,

corruption by members of Parliament,

encrypted drug cartel messaging.

We haven't heard the
last of Asmodeus Analytics.

- f*ck, I wouldn't want
to be in Chamaco's shoes.

He hasn't exactly made friends.

- sh*t. sh*t!

Text alert

I warned you, Captain, I'd always
be one step ahead... See you soon

Raph, he found the
only way to escape from us.

- There.

MATHILDE:
Raphaëlle is worried about you, you know.

- Raphaëlle doesn't need
to worry, I'm in perfect health.

- Do you miss Tetsuo?
- Yes.

I miss Tetsuo Tanaka.
Not Tetsuo Hoshida.

Tetsuo Hoshida is a stranger.

- I had become a stranger too, remember?

- I don't understand.

- I was your mother,
when you were a child.

- In civil status records,
you are still my mother.

And would you have wanted me
to be 'Mathilde Nielsen' for you?

- Yes. I like Mathilde Nielsen a lot,

the tenacious tangram
opponent I met five years ago. Hmm!

We need to start from scratch.

I like this bench.

It is well positioned
in relation to the sun's rays.

It is a good distance from the street,

so as not too be too
bothered by the noise of cars.

Its seat is slightly broken in,

allowing for better pelvic support.

This is my favorite bench.

- It's mine too.

- My name is Astrid Nielsen.

- Hello, miss.

My name is Tetsuo Hoshida.

- Nice to meet you, Mr Hoshida.

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