01x07 - c*ck Molotov

[bunniefuu]

I'm going up front.

Forget it. That's not allowed.
- You're going for a swim with Daddy.

Don't forget Eliott's bag.

Is there a dead animal in it?
- A book a day, huh?

Let's go!
- Kisses, mama!

Have fun, OK? Give it all you got,
and don't take any BS.

There's no reason the same ones
should always take it.

Don't listen to mommy.
- Lots of fun. Go on.

Let's go! Enjoy yourself, I've got
everything under control.

(Yes!)

MOBILE RINGING

...

f*ck, it's her.

...

CELINE: Morgane?
- Hello, you've reached

Morgane Alvaro's answering machine.

She has Pilates followed by a Brazilian
wax and a massage at 4:00.

Leaving a message is pointless.
- Stop the jokes, Morgane.

A body's been found in
Malo-les-Bains, we need you.

Wait: Malo-les-Bains, that's
by the sea, right?

Wooo! Hey! Karadec!

Nice place, you know.
Good thing I picked up.

Hi, hi, Gilles. Kiss.

Vacation at taxpayer expense!

Axel Maertens, age 32.
- Oh yes, sh*t, a corpse.

Looks like he's dead, doesn't he?
- Yes, I thought so.

According to initial questioning,
he's taught sand yachting and kite

surfing on this beach for a year.

He was the director of the sailing club.
Cause of death?

Strangulation, oxygen deprivation
to the brain.

His body was dragged 200 meters by
a sand yacht. Death by hanging.

Could it have been an accident?
- Hard to say; he's pretty beat up.

Skull trauma, bruises, and he's been
dragged on for a long time. Could be.

No, it's not an accident,
he didn't tie this.

It's a double knot of a guy
who knows nothing about boats.

He'd make at least a figure-8 knot,

or a snake that goes around the tree.

So it wasn't an accident.
- Well, no. Right- hey!

Are we going to eat oysters?
And how long do we stay?

What goes on the expense report?
- I'm not talking about that.

Can I take a dip? Be right back.
- No. Fine.

Be right back!
- I'm THIS far from 'burnout.'

I like coming here in
the morning to help out.

I'll lay it out for you:
I was waiting for the sunrise.

Suddenly a guy arrives and
went into the sailing club.

Then did you hear anything?
- No nothing.

Thank you. Hold on, I'll be
right with you.

Hello.

What do you have?

The guys who found him
didn't see anything.

But the witness saw someone go inside.

Did you take his statement?
I'll look for things at the sailing club.

"MOLOTOV c*ck"

PERVERSE

"Perverse."

Obviously he didn't have many friends.

Don't go anywhere, Morgane. Please.

Thank you.

Morgane? The paint is still wet.

Don't move.

(f*ck, Morgane, I said stay outside!)
- Oh, it's fine.

Alvaro?

Oh f*ck!

He was m*rder*d here. The sand
yacht and rope were for appearances.

Someone wanted everyone to see him.

The cop's trying.
- Thanks.

Axel, are you here?
- Hello, miss.

Who are you?
- Cmdr. Karadec, Judicial Police.

And me?
- And... uh...

Our consultant Morgane Alvaro.

Are you a colleague of Axel Maertens?

What's going on?

Why would there be complaints
against him?

Did you see that on
the facade? 'Perverse'?

Have you ever witnessed inappropriate
behavior on his part?

Unwanted touches? Maybe
with his students?

What are you accusing him of,
that he was a pedophile?

Since he took over the club last year,
he had eyes for nothing else.

Everyone here was crazy about him.

Did you have feelings for him?

It wasn't mutual.

But not because he liked children.

Because of another woman.
I just have no idea who.

How long had he felt threatened?
- No idea; why are you telling me?

New lock, new security camera.

What bothered him? Anonymous calls?
Threatening letters?

It's true, he had been a little
stressed lately.

He stopped working.
He'd get angry over nothing.

How long had that been?
- Four, five months, I think.

Ugh!!!

RETCHING
Bleah!

Sorry, but hot coke
is really gross.

Try to remember the man you saw
enter the sailing club.

The nose. That one?

Okay. Top of the face.
- Those eyes.

Wait, I haven't shown them yet.
- Use those.

And...

Jonathan described him.
- Is it usable?

Suitable, yes. Come see.

So. Did he look like this?
- Yes, that's him.

What is it? Why are you
looking at me?

Well, I'm not going to lie to you,
your story is wrong.

Yeah, I know.
- Or you're guilty and completely stupid;

or not, and then you have to explain
why you made a photofit self-portrait.

I don't know, I don't understand anything
anymore. I'm a patsy. A patsy-

Calm down, go easy on that head, because
you probably still need it.

There's going to be an investigation
and if you're not guilty-

Please help me.

Take him, please.
- Are you taking him into custody?

Thank you.

Have you ever experienced that?
Someone describes themselves?

Never. But he has a criminal record
and has been out only 4 months.

Am I the only one who thinks
something's weird?

Gilles and Daphne will go to his boss,
the probation psychologist is coming here.

She will fill me in tomorrow.

We should do field work
together more often.

Me with my experience and thoroughness,
and you with your psychology.

Why am I psychology?
- You women are better at that.

Of course.

Chef Dewulf? Do you have a moment?
- Oh good, I was waiting for you.

When will Jonathan be released?
The guests will be arriving in an hour.

Sorry Mr Dewulf, he's suspected of-

- Assaulting and
hanging someone;

you need to find someone else for
the next 15 years.

No, that's not possible. I've never
had any complaints about him.

Never late or absent, works hard.
- You know about his past?

I know, I have been working with
a reintegration agency for years.

I give young people a second chance.
And it works.

What time did he leave yesterday?
- At 2:00, as usual; hold on.

Gilou,

Yeah?
Gilou,

Yeah?
Gilou, didn't Jo go home

with you last night?

See? You're mistaken.

And that was it?

Then he left. I heard his door.

When I got up this morning
he wasn't there.

Are you sure? You're not mistaken?

I have to get to work.

Or we trade off. You the boldness
and I the psychology.

You idiot, those are man-woman cliches.
- Yeah, you're absolutely right.

What were you doing on the beach
alone so early?

You left the shelter last night. Why?

I can't remember.

What happened, Jonathan?

You must have been really mad at
him to do this.

Was Axel a pervert?

What did he do to you?

He said he hadn't done anything.
Then I hit him. Until he shut up.

He said he hadn't done anything? What
do you think he would have done?

When I was 13, he gave me-

Continue.

You can tell it here. I need to know.

He r*ped me.

During a holiday camp.

He was my instructor.

We had a campfire on the beach.

Then he took me aside and I was
stupid enough to go with him.

He said he liked me the most, that
kind of nonsense.

And then he started touching me.

I didn't do anything, I just
wanted it to stop.

I looked at the full moon. And to
the lighthouse further on.

That b*stard r*ped me.
He deserved it.

SIREN

Sorry, Morgane.
I imagine you don't like waiting.

The Juvenile Squad will interrogate
all of the victim's students.

Is that his psychologist?
- Yes, Sabine Muller.

Well?

Jonathan shows symptoms of
a transient dissociative state,

but in his right mind.
- Did he say he was r*ped?

I can't tell you what is
told to me in confidence.

You know the law here.

Yes, but if he has indeed been r*ped
the judge will take it into account.

Jonathan is my patient.
There's no doubt that

if I violate professional secrecy,
it would take away

what little trust he has in adults.

It's up to you to do your job.

Very well. Perhaps you can
say something about his past?

I assume you have access to his
Child Welfare file.

Jonathan was born to a single mother who
committed suicide when he was a baby.

He was routed through foster
homes and chaotic reform schools,

repeated abuse and neglect by the system.

But when I found a place for him
with Chef Dewulf, he changed.

Until today.

Do call me if he needs me.

Very good.
- Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Bravo. Congratulations
from the prosecutor.

He is not waiting for the DNA results to
prosecute.

Good for our stats.
- 'Stats.'

Pardon, Morgane? Something to say?

No, not at all. You're arresting
an innocent and happy for yourself too.

An innocent?

The suspect has a criminal record, was
found at the crime scene, and confessed.

What more do you want?
- (Yes!)

A spelling mistake, FYI.

This is Jonathan's cellphone. I checked his
2722 text messages. And look what I found.

Here: "That new waiter is a real
pervert." Perverse with a T.

And further on: "Don't talk so
perverted about her." Also here with a T.

But at the sailing club he makes a mistake?
- Definitely had language lessons.

That last text is from yesterday.
Language lessons at night maybe?

Morgane, the investigation is closed.
End of discussion. Clear?

You take the first one. Okay, he's the
ideal suspect, but not the culprit.

But you don't see beyond your nose!

Well Morgane, I took a big risk
getting you into the service,

so far without regrets.

But the police is an institution,
governed by rules and hierarchy,

and anyway, don't talk to me like that.
Period. sh*t!

Take the afternoon off.
- Perfect.

Well, look:
I do have other things to do.

Much more interesting stuff.

What now? Aren't I right?

Yes.
- Of course.

Get to work.

Yeah.

We Miss You

Karadec? What're you doing here?

Waiting for you.
- Are you stalking me or something?

No, but usually something
happens now.

Like what?

Most of the time you're
connecting ideas,

leading to bizarre situations
that put us on crazy trails.

And I won't let you follow it
alone this time.

And yet I thought you'd be quicker.
Or am I wrong?

No.

Where are we going?
- To the sailing club.

That wasn't smart, with Celine.

I know.

But he's innocent. With a T!

You're not here for my divine body,
but because you have doubts too, right?

Maertens may have liked teenagers,
but I'm not sure about Jonathan.

You doubt!
- It could be...

that the r*pe accusation is wrong,
but he's not innocent.

He may have made it up to create
extenuating circumstances.

Jonathan as a manipulative genius?
Do you really believe it?

How so?
- Did you see him?

You spoke to him for two minutes.
Gifted and also a mentalist?

Indeed. Yeah.

I don't know, but it's
worth looking into.

But as long as we don't have
anything we keep it discreet.

What we do now stays between us.

We need to have something
concrete for Celine. Okay?

Wait. Are you trying to tell me that we're
secretly continuing the investigation?

Yes.

How cool!

Don't get so excited, Morgane.

What a child you are.

Shall we celebrate with some music?

Karadec? Who buys CDs anymore?
- They've been there for a long time.

Only Breton. Are you serious?
- Fine, fine; stop it!

One then.

Why are we going to the sailing club?
- Because my soda... was warm!

♪ In the valley ♪

♪ In the valley ♪

♪ Because my soda was warm ♪

♪

(Morgane! No. There.)

(Keep watch.)

Baby, where have you been?
I was terrified.

Did you break in?
- No, the back door was open.

(Discreetly, I said!)
- Yes Yes Yes.

Bam! Have a look.

Ha ha!
Ta-da!

Show me.
- OK, stay there.

Look. Axel Maertens was ill for 3 weeks
in November.

Five months ago.
- Okay.

He got this prescription: bandages and a
hyaluronic acid cream for burns.

And where did he get burned?

TA-DA!

That fridge blew up on him.

So it doesn't work anymore and
that's why my Coke was warm.

Okay, so domestic accident.
- Uh, no. It wasn't an accident. Look,

look at all the dead c*ck.
- expl*si*n?

No, they were charred.

That fridge was sprayed with insecticide.
That's why they're dead.

Very nice, but what is the
connection with Maertens?

Okay, it was by design.
- Because?

When I was young I was a little

rebellious.
- When you were young?

Yeah. Well- hey, focus!

When I was young I learned
how to make Molotov c*ck.

Insecticide plus freon gas. Classic.

And - where - do - you - find freon gas?

At the back of a refrigerator!

So the fridge-
- Was sabotaged.

Yes, sabotaged.

What are you looking for?
- The cord of the lamp has been stripped.

Axel opens the fridge, short circuit,
spark, expl*si*n.

That attack was 5 months ago.

Jonathan was in jail then; it wasn't him.

MIMICS FIREWORKS

Bravo, Morgane.
- You don't take fingerprints?

Oh yeah. Excellent idea.
- Not bad, uh?

Did you receive the samples?

Thanks, very cool, I owe you one, bro.

That's good; see you.

Serious? 'Bro'? Who do you know
at Forensics? Eddie Murphy?

We help each other every now and then.

Do what you want in
your spare time, "no problem."

When can he have the test results for us?

It will be very soon.
- What'll be soon,

the report on Jonathan, I hope?

Well no, because I think maybe we should
look at that spelling mistake after all.

Maybe we went too fast.
- About time.

Jonathan has reiterated
his story before the judge.

So I want that report on my
desk by tonight without fail.

OK, all right, no problem.

You two are acting weird.
And you're never be here this early.

You especially, Morgane.
Did you sleep here?

Not at all.

My kids are on vacation, so I'm
using the opportunity to work overtime.

And I wouldn't be opposed to
a small raise, owing to my genius.

Think about it?

(I hate this, f*ck, I hate it.)
- (It's fine, Karadec. Relax.)

(Hey, it's OK, it's just a very small lie.)

Technically, it's not even a lie,
because we're right.

Relax.

We've got him, the prints
are on file. They're from...

Lucie Vandorme, age 20.
On file for pickpocketing.

She lives in Malo-les-Bains,
1 Rue du Marechal Foch.

What're we waiting for?

♪

...

We have no warrant,
we only ask questions discreetly;

we're not arresting anyone,
we're not the police. Okay?

No need for that, she's right there.

I need to talk to her. Will you
leave us alone please?

Why would I?

Oh: that. Take your lemonade
over there, please.

Firm discretion, we're
good at it, it's true.

Strawberries or Smurf, Karadec?
- No thanks.

I don't like them.

Lucie Vandorme?
- Yeah.

Does the name Axel Maertens
mean anything to you?

Never heard of him.

Crazy. Your prints were on the
fridge that blew up in his face,

which put him in hospital for 3 weeks.

Are you going after her?
I'll see you later.

Don't move!

Attempted m*rder: do you
know how serious that is?

Why are you protecting such a b*stard?

Will you tell me what happened?

He r*ped me.

I was nine.

On the beach he took me aside
and sat down next to me.

He said I had something special and
we could share a little secret.

And then,

he started groping me.

He put his hand in my pants,
lay on top of me,

and r*ped me.

I turned my head because I didn't
want to see him. I looked at the sea.

At the moonlight on the waves.

I had repressed it, but then suddenly
everything came back.

And 5 months ago you sabotaged
his refrigerator in revenge.

He survived and yesterday you
came back to k*ll him.

What?

Wait.

You mean he's dead?

I didn't know that. No, really.

Where were you yesterday
between 5:00 and 7:00?

I was working. I work at night at the
gas station from 12:00 to 8:00.

Do you know a Jonathan Gourvil?
- No, I don't know anything.

What are you doing?

Police Nationale! You touch this,
you touch France, all right?

You don't know him? And what
about this photo?

A party at Chez Dewulf, I was there a
few months, but I don't remember him.

MORGANE: Oh, you k*ll me.
- I'm not lying, really!

Fine, you can go. Go on.

I'm not being arrested?
KARADEC: No.

Hey, you want to explain?

I can only arrest someone with a rogatory
letter or in the act. Unfortunately.

There's no other way, it's inescapable.

OK, so we say 'f*ck it'?
- Yes. 'f*ck it.'

Ridiculous, all these
rules in your brotherhood.

It's frankly really disturbing!

You can throw punches, but you
let a big liar of a girl walk!

Oh, have pity, Morgane!

Perfect. Good, thanks.
Have a nice day; bye.

Lucie's boss confirms she was at work.

It makes Jonathan believable.
Our victim was a serial r*pist.

Maertens hasn't r*ped anyone.

How do you know?

They're lying.
Lucie and Jonathan are lying.

How do you get there?

Their story is heartbreaking, but
complete nonsense.

They both tell it
in the same order.

They both describe
the r*pe in the same way.

Pretty much with the same details
in the same sequence.

It was on the beach.
- On the beach he took me aside.

He said he liked me the most.
- It would be our little secret.

I looked at the full moon...
- ...on the waves.

Only when you lie is
a story so ordered.

I had the feeling that something
wasn't right.

Right. Perhaps they're looking for
extenuating circumstances.

But what is the motive?
- I can't think when I'm hungry.

You just had two ice creams.

Maybe we shouldn't wonder
why they k*lled him,

but for whom they k*lled him.

Who?
- Someone who knows them both.

Someone they admire, who gave them a
second chance, who they worked for?

Ah! You're starting to get hungry
too, aren't you?

How about a 3-star meal?
SHE CHEERS

Come on, let's go.

For the first time in my life I'm
going to a starred restaurant.

Oh yeah? But not in these clothes.

Reservations have been made
in the name of Karadec.

Is that all?
- If madam wants to taste.

Mmmm!
- Does it suit you?

Seriously! Bring it on.

(Morgane, one glass.)
SHE SIGHS

No, thank you.

Well, let me have it.

It's different.

Yeah, well, a 200-buck dress and
not even a rhinestone on it, frankly...

what's the use of putting it on
if you can't see it?

I can see it. It looks good on you.

And... it's... elegant.

Well okay.
- Yeah!

I feel like an old burger patty.

But now I know what you like.
- I didn't say that.

Vegetable sushi with sage for the lady,
foie gras with consomme for the gentleman.

Oh no no no!
- It's the other way around.

Oh sorry, excuse me!

I am vegetarian.
- And he doesn't drink wine. "Boring!"

Enjoy your meal.
- 'Enjoy your meal.'

I'm curious if your wallet enjoys it.

Hey ma'am, can I have
some mayo with that please?

(Thanks!)

Morgane?
- What?

It's still on.
-What?

The tag.
- And?

The tag is still
attached to your dress.

Otherwise I won't get my money back later.

I paid for that dress!

Seeing me in this dress is
worth a small fee, isn't it?

Eat before it gets cold.

Look, flowers!
- (Yes.)

Good, I'll recap:
Dewulf asks Lucie to k*ll Maertens.

It fails. They argue, he fires her
and asks Jonathan.

He says yes and hopes for
a reduced sentence,

because of that r*pe story the Dewulf
presents him.

Morgane, are you listening?
- Yes, yes!

The question is: How did he convince them
and why did he want to k*ll Maertens?

It's not me you should be looking at:

(But her!)

That's the chef's wife, Helene Dewulf.
Did you see that?

Did you see that?
- What?

She's not there at all. And her
blouse is done up wrong.

She has red eyes, (and messes up.)

And the connection with our case?

Do you remember those pictures

at the sailing club?
- Yes.

Those weren't selfies. Someone
took those pictures.

I'm following you.

I'm following you.Someone who didn't want
to be in the pictures.

Someone who didn't want
to be in the pictures.

But on one of them you see the shadow
of a woman: (with a ponytail!)

And what did that instructor say?

That there was a
woman in Maertens' life.

Yes...
- A secret relationship. Why?

(Because she was married!)

So according to you,

Dewulf's wife was
Axel Maertens' mistress?

That's thin, Morgane.

It's not nothing, but it's thin.

(Et voila.) For madam.

Say, I have a question:

Do those surfers really live up
to their reputation?

- Sorry?
- No, because, well,

that salt on their chests, as they
wax their boards...

and the patience with which they wait
for the wave: You can imagine that.

But just from your own experience:

That sand gets in everything, doesn't it?

(Quietly, please!
My husband doesn't know.)

What do you want?
ADAM: To talk to you.

I heard it in the kitchen this morning.

Was it serious with Axel?

No, it was just an adventure.

But that it would end like this...

Are you sure your husband didn't know?

Absolutely sure.

Patrick just doesn't see
anything like that.

He is very loyal.

He sees nothing wrong.
That's also his charm.

How did it go with Axel?

We were together for a few months.

We always saw each other in
the caravan with him.

A caravan?
- Yes, he had it on the beach road.

It was romantic.
In the beginning it was great.

But he's been acting weird for a while.

Do you know why? Do you think
he was hiding something?

I think he had problems.

One morning a shady type came by
while we were in bed.

He threatened him. It was about
money, I believe.

Do you remember what he looked like?
Or his name?

It was a muscular man with
tattoos on his forearms.

I heard him call him 'Tony.'
- Tony.

Axel said it was nothing, an old issue.
But then he was afraid.

Can I go now?
- Of course. Thank you.

Your blouse is buttoned incorrectly.

Was everything to your liking?
- Seriously!

Especially those big shrimp!
- Thank you.

Can I take the rest
of my dessert in a bag?

Sure, let's do it.
- (Thanks!)

Excuse me, I have another question.
- Yes?

Did you know that your wife was
cheating on you with a dead surfer?

What are you talking about?

(What are
you doing?)

What? At least now

we know for sure.

That wasn't discreet.

Yeah, he didn't know.
Are you coming?

There's no hiding
we're in deep sh*t.

No theory holds up
anymore.

Dewulf was our
only link

between Jonathan
and Lucie.

So it wasn't him.

MORGANE: And now what?

Back to Lille with our
tails between our legs?

That sucks, doesn't it?

MOBILE RINGING
CALL FROM CELINE HAZAN

HAS TRIED TO REACH YOU
11 TIMES

Yes. We're going
back to Lille.

But first
somewhere else.

Axel Maertens lived there.

A 'Tony' threatened him there
a few weeks ago.

Wow! It's pretty wild, huh?

Do you think that will work?
- A caravan goes faster.

Not bad, huh? Frankly.

Hey, know what? I was sure you were
the stupidest guy in the whole world.

But that is not always the case.
- How sweet.

No really. Very occasionally you are
even almost a little cool.

Okay, I know I'm not always the easiest.

I can even be quite difficult.

Morgane, you just have an
authority problem.

I have to stop you there; it's authority that
has a problem with me. It's not the same.

It would be nice if you can solve
that problem someday.

If you can adapt.

Why?

So that I obey you?

Will you order me around? Huh?

Stop it. I'm just saying if you continue
like this you'll be fired again.

While you are so talented.

You're good.

As a teammate.

Don't look like that. You get me.
- I'm your best teammate.

I'm trying to say
it would be nice if

we could continue
working together, that's all.

Oh f*ck, two cars full of seedy types.

Hide. Hide! Get down.

h*!

Axel?

I want my money back!
- We know you're there!

I've been waiting for 14 years! Did you
want to disappear with the money?

That will be the famous Tony.

(I'm going to try something.)
- (No no no no!)

MORGANE: f*ck off, Tony!
I have nothing to say to you!

Oh? Memory problems?

Malo-les-Bains, was that nothing?

Who was on cops for thirty grand?
Pay up, or you really disappear!

('En cops', that's what they call
the lookout during a robbery.)

(How do you know that?)
- (I'll explain later.)

h*!

What now, Karadec!?

(Stay calm!)
What now, Karadec!?

(Stay calm!)
Soon they'll make it...

Soon they'll make it...

Stay calm.

Gilles? I'm in deep sh*t.

Come on, come on!

You stay here.

Just wait!

Open up, f*ck.

Easy. I'm with the police. Calm down.

I'm the police! Easy!
- No games, b*ll s*ck.

No, police!

Let go- let go of me!

Let go!
- Let her go! f*ck! Leave her alone!

Who are you?
- Karadec, Judicial Police. This is not smart.

Where's Axel? Where's Axel!?
- Let her go!

Get up!

Calm down, calm down! Easy!

In your car!

Get outta here. f*ck off.

In your car!

We're going.
- Go on! Go!

Let's go!
- Clear out!

Are you okay, Morgane?
Are you okay?

It's over, Morgane.

So, in summary:

it wasn't Tony,
because he obviously

didn't know
Maertens was dead.

And it wasn't
Chef Dewulf either.

So...

I'm overlooking something.
I'm going mad.

Morgane, shut up
and leave this to me.

OK.

OK?
OK.

I'm listening.

Sorry, Celine. Things
are a little slippery.

Yeah.
- Here is the trail:

Maertens was previously the target of
Lucie Vandorme who worked at Dewulf.

We found her prints at the sailing club.
- So seals were broken?

sh*t; yeah.

We went to Chez Dewulf.

He could've ordered the m*rder.

- That was nice, by the way.

And his wife was talking about a Tony
who got money from the victim.

I found the victim was involved in
a burglary 14 years ago.

That must be related to his death.
And then things got out of hand.

Yeah. Unbelievably out of hand.

Well...
- How? Injuries?

I shot one in the shoulder.
- But frankly it was clearly self defense!

How so? Were they armed?
- Muscles count too, right?

They tried to, uh, strangle her.

Celine, maybe Morgane is right and
that kid didn't k*ll Maertens.

So...

The test results are in,

and Jonathan's DNA was on the rope
used to strangle Maertens.

He k*lled him.

The Moon is constantly advancing,

the full Moon phase exactly-
TEXT ALERT

(Oh damn.)

LUDO: Hello, it us! Everything's
really good here.

Chloe eats for fifteen, dear.

Big hug!

And Eliott learned to dive.
- Well, you had to be there.

I can't pinch my nose when I dive.

And Thea is also doing well.
- Yes, lots of young people diving.

And it's been clear and sunny.

So nothing else. We'll call again.
Kiss for mom, kids. Kiss!

...to change their opinion.
The ancient-

I looked at the full moon.
-...and to the lighthouse further on.

SABINE MULLER,
PSYCHOLOGIST

BUGLARIES IN MALO-LES-BAINS

JUNE 24, 2006
OFFICE OF DRS MULLER, PSYCHOLOGISTS

BURGLARY

ADAM: "Two suspects entered the
office of the Muller couple.

During the burglary, Mr Muller
was shot in the head.

two masked perpetrators
could not be apprehended."

Face, eyes...

What are you doing here?
- (Continue. Just pretend I'm not here.)

I'm a consultant, I just watch.

I'm sorry, we'll continue next week.

Try it with me? Come on!

How does that hypnosis work?
- What are you talking about?

Go. Give me beautiful childhood memories,

just like Jonathan and Lucie.
- No idea what you're talking about.

This is also an atmosphere of nothing. Look:

(Ah, there!)

The sea.

The beach.

The lighthouse. The full moon.

You have all the details of their
alleged r*pes here in your office.

Crazy, huh?

You gave them false memories.
That's quite something.

You started with Lucie, but she
didn't k*ll Maertens.

Then you started again with Jonathan,
and this time it worked.

You hypnotized them into puppets.

You used them as weapons to k*ll Maertens.

(You have no proof!)

Those children trusted you and you
sacrificed them. How could you?

What about him? How could Maertens
k*ll my husband in front of me?

He put a b*llet through his head like that.
That b*stard took everything from me.

And then he disappeared.
- The police didn't find him. But you did.

For 14 years I pretended to be alive.

And one day I went to the surf club
to rent a sand yacht for Sarah.

When he started talking, I immediately
recognized his voice.

He had to pay.

Now I can finally try to live.

You wouldn't let Jonathan go to
jail for you, would you?

I'm sorry; he k*lled him. I don't appear
anywhere in the story.

You only made one mistake:

the 'perverse' which Jonathan didn't
write on the club facade. You did.

His death wasn't enough: everyone
adored him, and that was not allowed.

Can you prove that then?

Your shoe soles, the collar of your coat,
the car upholstery;

have you cleaned properly? Everything?

Because paint particles get stuck
in everything.

We always find out.
Come on.

Sabine Muller has confessed to
manipulating Jonathan and Lucie.

Do you know what that means?

That Jonathan doesn't have to go to jail?

Due to diminshed capacity.
So, 'yes.'

Maybe they will get suspended sentences,
conditioned on getting treatment.

In other words: free.

I have to go. Have a good evening.
- You too, chief.

Fingerprint search, use of the database,

questioning suspects contrary
to procedure,

breaking seals, use of a firearm
without self defense, and so on.

What's happened to you?

I stuck you with Morgane and have
a share of the blame,

so I'll say nothing.

But next time I can't do anything.

I know.

I don't know you anymore.

ADAM: Hello, I'm not available. Don't
hesitate to leave a message. Thanks.

Karadec, it's me-

it's Morgane;

I said to myself, 'We have
to celebrate,' right?

I managed to get us two
tickets for -- hold on tight:

"Celtic Legends"!!

It's their last one in Lille,
tonight at 8pm.

So I was thinking, we could maybe
meet before at Ranir's for a bite to eat.

So if you feel like it...

Um, excuse me, are you sure
you don't want another samosa?

No, thank you, thanks, I'm good.

Right.

Look: not sure if you like
Celtic music,

but you never know.