02x03 - Le paradoxe de Fermi

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Heel.

Sofia.

Oh, sh*t.

Mathias Forest speaking.

Yes Arthur?

Epsilon?

Do you know the victim's identity?

f*ck, it's a Seveso factory.

Ok.
Can you text me the address please?

- Ok.
- Ok.

Well, I…

I'm taking my shower first.

Ok.

It's on the left.

- Hello. Where is it?
- There.

Ok.

- Hello, sir.
- Hello, ma'am.

Hello Fournier.

What's the mood for today?
Foul mood or very foul mood?

- Excuse me?
- Sorry.

It is not Dr. Fournier.

I thought you were someone else, sorry.
Where's Fournier?

I'm the one who called in Dr. Delattre.

You have a problem with that, Commander?

Of course not, sir.

Arthur, brief me?

Sure.

The victim is Marc Brodie.

He's a research manager.

The m*rder happened around 4 am.

It's one the security guard
who saw an employee,

Sofia Lenoir, running away
from the crime scene

after he heard
a noise from a fall.

And we found this near the body.

The wound coincides.
It's probably the m*rder w*apon.

There are prints on it.

Perfect.

We'll be able to compare them to
the ones on Ms. Lenoir's belongings.

Thank you.

And seeing how loaded
her record is

I think it won't take long
to close this case.

You saw something, Astrid?

It is not Dr. Fournier.

We're getting somewhere.

And…

Can we interrogate her,
this Sofia Lenoir,

before condemning her to death?

We don't know where she is.

At the moment, at least.

But there are 20 or so men looking for her.

Given that the area is in lockdown,
she can't be far.

Yeah, but it makes no sense.

We've been combing for over 2 hours
and she's nowhere to be found.

She vanished into thin air.

Something is not working.

I am talking about the crime scene.

Something is not working.

I cannot identify what it is

but the pieces do not
fit perfectly together.

You know Astrid, if you wanna see
the crime scene again

we can go back whenever you want to.

I'm taking you home, anyway,

at this hour,
we won't learn anything more.

Hey!

sh*t!

Unbelievable.

That's all me!

A flat battery at an electrical factory.

Very funny.

It is not a flat battery.

The screen is still on.

Yes.

- Astrid, what's going on?
- I do not know.

- What's going on?
- I do not know.

There we go.
It works again.

What is this nonsense?

It is not nonsense.
It is Sofia Lenoir.

There, in front of the car.

Sofia Lenoir.

I think so.

There is blood.

Since she's been admitted,
she's in shock.

She hasn't opened her mouth.

Interrogating her now would be difficult.

We'll wait.

And sorry for the headphones.
We tried to take them off but

she had a panic att*ck.

So we put them back on
so she could listen to music.

We took care of taking
the SIM card out of her phone.

You did well, thanks.

Sofia?

I'm her mom.
Can I see her?

I'm sorry, ma'am.
She's in shock.

What happened?

She's accused of
murdering her boss, Marc Brodie.

Oh my god.

It's not possible.

How is Sofia Lenoir?

She's stable but still in shock.

Tell me, did Epsilon tell you
what happened in the parking lot?

The thing we saw with Astrid?

They talked about a short circuit
but they didn't elaborate.

Hey!

See that sunburn?

Seems like a lot for a short circuit.

You know Epsilon works for La Défense.

So we're trying to get information
but for now, it's maximum opacity.

They sent us the guard though.

- The witness?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna interrogate him.

Meanwhile, I'd like you
to dig into this guy.

Vincent David.

Sofia is in a daze,

but just before they
took her SIM card out,

she gathered her last ounce of strength
and sent him a text.

What did it say?

“They're back”.

“They're back”.

You followed Sofia Lenoir

when she ran away from
the crime scene, is that it?

And when did you lose her?

I can't tell you.

The courtyard?

Did you notice anything unusual?

No.

Nothing.

Nice sunburn.

Where did you get that?

The weather's been sh*t for a week.

It's not a sunburn.

I have eczema.

Listen, I know you're
under a lot of pressure

and that you're scared of losing your job
but you can talk to me.

You won't get into trouble, I swear.

I-

I have nothing else to tell you actually.

Hello Astrid.

Hello Raphaëlle.

I went by the Doc this morning
before going to the station.

I was told you were not in yet.

You weren't sleeping in, were you?

I was grocery shopping.

Grocery shopping?

On a Wednesday?

Don't you usually go on Mondays?

Not anymore.

I shop on Wednesdays now.

Why?

Recently, Mr. Tanaka
has been restocking on Tuesdays.

Therefore, it is wiser
to shop on Wednesdays.

So I am not confronted
with a shortage in produce.

Doesn't it have more to do with the
fact that Mr. Tanaka's nephew takes over?

That is a very strange idea.

Of course.

In your text, you said
you had found something.

Absolutely.

And?

Did you find what was
bothering you at the crime scene?

Absolutely not.

I then tried solving a new mechanic puzzle

hoping it would help me
but to no avail for now.

In both cases.

There are still puzzles you can't solve?

There are millions, Raphaëlle.

It is endless.

Which is what makes it
such an interesting special interest.

This one is a Gordian's knot.
It is a classic.

I was saving it
for exceptional circumstances.

And if you didn't find what
was bothering you at the crime scene,

then you're going to tell me
you found something else.

Absolutely.

I found a way to explain
Sofia Lenoir's disappearance.

Abduction.

What's that?

A syndrome or something?

No.

It is an extraterrestrial kidnapping.

Sit.

I will, thanks.

I found Sofia Lenoir's name
in 2 old files.

The first one is from when she was 12.

An investigation for
a worrying disappearance.

The child was found 2 days later, in shock.

The second,
similar but more recent,

is from 5 years ago.

There are numerous common traits
with what just happened.

And above all, in her testimony,

Sofia Lenoir uses terms
that I have already read

in other dismissed files
referring to abductions.

- To extraterrestrial kidnapping.
- Yes.

Wait, you're telling me that
what we saw at the parking lot

when Sofia Lenoir appeared in front of
my headlights is linked to that?

I cannot assert it.

But I noticed something.

Ah.

On top of all of that?

Her watch was on the blink.

It was on the fritz.

On the fritz,
it is informal language,

crude language.

A tad crude,

I'm surprised Astrid.

Well, I don't know,

maybe her watch wasn't on time.

It was 6 hours ahead.

It is strange,
to adjust a watch 6 hours ahead.

Ok.

In a lot of testimonies,
the abducted persons

say they experienced
a period of time longer than

what the witnesses
of their abductions did.

No.

- Yes.
- No, I mean,

there has to be a rational explanation.

- Yes, Nico?
- Raph, it's me.

I got the information you
asked for about Vincent David.

Ok, hit me.

Well, with Arthur,
we were wondering why

you wanted information about a ufologist?

No, because Vincent David

is in charge of representing
people abducted by aliens.

Thank you.

Raphaëlle.

The text sent by Sofia Lenoir,

what was it saying exactly?

“They came back”.

Ah.

There.

I don't remember a thing.

Sofia, focus, please.

Where were you hiding?

We searched everywhere
we didn't find you.

Where were you?

I don't remember a thing,
I'm telling you.

Do you remember attacking Marc Brodie?

I would never do such a thing.

Listen, I

I would like to help you,

but you have to tell me the truth.

Every time I tried telling the truth,

it always ended up turning against me.

There's a woman,
who has all my trust,

that thinks

your kidnapping was a peculiar one.

Does that speak to you?

Everybody thinks I'm crazy.

But I know what happened.

What happened at Epsilon,
it's linked, isn't it?

I first experienced this kind of
memory lapse at 12 years old.

Bit by bit,

my memories came back.

I saw myself

paralyzed.

Surrounded by shadows.

Then I had flashes.

Memories of bright flashes.

Memories of

telepathic voices.

In a language I didn't know
but that I could understand.

And I can tell when it's going to happen.

Do you believe me?

I-

I think you believe it.

I think you're sincere.

Don't tell me you
take that seriously!

I don't know what to think anymore.

I think the DA tried to
throw a wrench-

Excuse me.

I think the DA tried to
throw a wrench in our works

because of Epsilon's activities.

I don't like it when people stick
their noses in my case, you see?

Technically, it's my case.

The DA runs the inquiries
in a preliminary investigation.

Articles 75 and 78 of the
criminal procedure code.

Doesn't the police academy teach anything?

That's my stop actually.

- See you at the debrief?
- Thanks Nico.

You know,
you don't have to become

a big assh*le because we slept together.

Wait Raph, don't mix everything up.

The investigation has become sensitive, so,
like it or not, but we can't mess up.

I'm not the one who tried to
sneak out this morning.

We both know how it ended last time.

I just wanted to make it easier for us.

- Obviously.
- Excuse me.

Raphaëlle.

Yes Astrid.

We're about to begin
the debrief on the Lenoir case.

Raph!

I thought you'd like to participate?

- Yes, thank you.
- Ok,

I'll put you on speaker.

Good.

Concerning the m*rder

at Epsilon's industrial site,

no need to remind you the outlines.

- Yes.
- Everybody knows them.

Sir?

We have a particularly
convincing suspect in Sofia Lenoir,

employee of Epsilon,
in charge of the goods' reception.

She was seen at the crime scene

and disappeared in the following hours.

Slow down, will you!

Investigations need to consider
incriminating and exonerating evidence.

Respecting the law
and the suspect's rights.

Doesn't the magistrature
academy teach anything?

Ok Coste,

so let's start from the beginning.

Mr. Frédéric,

could you share with us
your observations, please?

Indeed, it is the
fingerprints of Sofia Lenoir

that we found on the box cutter.

Thank you.
And for the blood found on Sofia Lenoir?

I can say with certainty that

it is the victim's blood.

And don't forget that Miss Lenoir has had

more than a little trouble in the past:

She's been in rehab many times.

And?

That means her words are inadmissible?

It makes her
automatically a culprit, doesn't it?

It was more than 10 years ago,

your legist made tests and
they were negative, right?

Ok listen Coste, don't waste our time.

I'm giving you 24 hours

to find any detail that will question
the culpability of Miss Lenoir.

After this period, I'll close this case

and send it to justice.

Goodbye, thank you.

I will hang up.

I am pink, he is grey.

I need to follow the green arrows
even if it is longer.

It must not be longer.

Yes, yeah, hello.

Yes, yeah, hello.

Yes, Fournier.

Nielsen.

Raph, wait!

Oh no, Nico, not now.

What?

If it's to tell me that this is
a dead end, I know, thanks.

Listen, I keep trying to prove
that this girl is innocent

when nobody believes her.
I'm the only one.

And she got to me.

And there's also
Astrid's intuition, I..

Yeah.

I know that I wasn't impartial,

that it wasn't professional.
There, happy?

It's a great indictment

but I wanted to give you this.

What is it?

The address of
a roadside restaurant.

The group of people abducted by aliens

is meeting there tonight.

With Vincent David.

You believe in all of this now?

Didn't you say that what matters
isn't that you believed

but that the protagonists
of the investigation believed?

See you tomorrow.

I maybe shouldn't insist like that

but this girl, she got to me.

I want to trust her.

Trust is not a rational feeling.

To trust is to always take a risk.

It is William that told me.

It's true.

But trust is the basis of everything.

You are crying.

No.

Yes, there.

Not at all, I...

Not at all.

It is because of Sofia Lenoir
that you are crying.

Yet, you barely know her.

You really never give up.

I saw a drop of diluted saline solution
run from your eye.

It could be from a speck of dust after all,
which would have provoked

an irritation but I think that the
manifestation would have been different.

Ok, ok, I'll tell you.

It's this investigation.

It reminds me of someone
I'm really close to.

Someone who really matters to me.

Ah!

My little finger tells me
that Vincent David has arrived.

Your little finger talks to you.

Sometimes.

It is an evocative expression.

You made a joke, Raphaëlle.

- Mr. David.
- Yes.

Do you run the association
of people kidnapped by aliens?

Abducted.

I'm sorry but our meetings are not public.

He has a mustache.

That goes back up.

I think that Sofia Lenoir
is part of this, right?

Yes, indeed.

Well, come this way.

How is Sofia?

Well, she put herself in a big mess.

You surely know that
a m*rder happened at Epsilon,

where she works.

Yes, I heard that a witness saw her

leaving the crime scene hurriedly?

It's true.

But what's worse for her
is what comes next.

She disappeared during
multiple hours after the m*rder.

She's incapable of
saying where she was.

And for my superiors,

this disappearance
and amnesia are damning.

You don't know?

The truth.

The abduction?

Yes, that's why we're here.

But you'll admit that

it's hard to defend before a jury.

There, this is our curse.

Being the only ones who know.

You know,

we get into the habit of talking
about this only between initiates.

Even my husband doesn't know,

I'm too afraid of his reaction.

And yet I'm
a manager in the car industry.

This woman is the first deputy
from a municipality of lie de France.

And this gentleman is
head chef in a grand hotel.

So you can think whatever you want,
but we are not crazy.

Wait, I really want to believe you.

But Marc Brodie's throat wasn't cut
by a Martian with a box cutter.

It would be a little archaic to
use this type of technology, no?

And, the fact that she was taken
at the same time, it's-

it's a funny coincidence.

And there is no coincidence
in a criminal investigation.

Maybe Mr. Brodie was
a witness of something?

- What kind of thing?
- Something.

They always try to bury this type of case.

What?

Wait.

Are you trying to tell me
that the government

would have k*lled Brodie so he
wouldn't be able to testify

about an alien event?

You don't know how far
these people are capable of going.

Well I'm sorry,
we came here for nothing.

Maybe not.

How so?

Abductions are a piece of the enigma.

Only for the moment,
we don't know

where this piece goes.

Raphaëlle is sad.

I am certain that
my friend is in distress

and I cannot help her.

I feel like I come
from a different planet.

Oh, you don't need to be neurotypical

to be able to help Raphaëlle.

In the book that she offered me,

the one about friendship,

it is said that being a good friend
is helping the other

when they are faced
with some difficulties.

But I am not capable.

Well, maybe you should look at it

as a problem to solve.

Yes, it is what I told myself.

But I cannot.

Firstly, I have issues
with the wording

because I cannot always
perceive the negative feelings.

Then,

I cannot find a way
to put a protocol in place

to find a solution.

It is like
your mechanical puzzles, Astrid.

Don't face things head-on.

Sometimes,

you need to think outside the box.

Alice is right.

Me, when I'm sad,

I prefer to be left alone.

The best way to help

is to not help me.

The best way to solve it,

is to not try to solve it.

Thank you, Max.

So, are you going to tell me
what happened back then?

What happened?

We broke up, that's it.
It happens every day.

People break up.

First we didn't break up:
You left me,

that's not the same thing at all.

And I'm sure
there was something else.

Really?

It doesn't occur to you

that maybe you're
the reason we broke up?

It's not about me at all!

You stopped your studies
at the same time, I'm not crazy!

I didn't stop my studies,
I left law school.

To enter the police academy.

That's what I said.

That's what you...

You know, you remind me of my father
when you say things like that.

Anything that doesn't fit with your views,

that's not in your world,
it's just sh*t, right?

Right?

Eh Raph, it's ok..

You know, there are
so many things I want to tell you.

But you wouldn't understand.

I don't even know why I'm here.

Raph...

I thank you for accepting
to help me, Dr. Fournier.

Comparing numerous crime scenes,

I was able to understand something
with the victim's wound

that is bothering me.

But I cannot find what it is.

You were right to contact me.

Well, sorry for asking you
to come so early,

or so late, but I had to
wait for everyone to leave

to study your guy.

You're not afraid of being
at the MLI at night?

There is no rational reason to be afraid.

Apart from the guardian,
you and me,

everyone is dead here.

When you look at it this way, obviously.

Well, first, you need to know
that Delattre is a d*ck.

I do not know what to do
with this information, Dr. Fournier.

But he's not a bad ME!

But what I saw,
he couldn't have seen it.

What I want to know is

what he could not have seen.

And more importantly, I want to
understand why I could see it.

I wasn't always a doctor.

Well,

not always as a civilian.

- You were in the army.
- Yes. I-

I was a doctor in the special forces

and I practiced in missions.

I did not know.

It's normal,
I never talk about it.

That explains it.

Well, I saw a lot of nasty stuff,
you can believe me.

And, by force of habit,

I learned to recognize a wound
done by a professional.

And the person who did this

knew exactly what they were doing.

In an argument which degenerates,
between two normal persons,

and with a box cutter,

well you slash a cheek, a forearm,

you hit blindly a couple times.

But the one that k*lled Brodie,
it's different.

It was done by someone
who knew how to k*ll.

Thank you very much, Dr. Fournier.

I can't believe it!

Fournier, a former member of
the special forces, no kidding!

I do not think that this information
is the most important

for the case, Commander Coste.

No kidding.

Right, you're right.

So...

Brodie

was m*rder*d by
someone who was trained.

Yes.

And Dr. Fournier specified that
the blow directly hit a vital point.

A mercenary technique.

It put things in perspective.

Either Sofia Lenoir is a
professional k*ller, and I doubt it,

or there was a third person
at the crime scene.

I can check the resume
of all our witnesses,

see if some of them
are retired soldiers.

Let's do that.

I think I found something
you'll like.

Well, at least
make you feel better.

What you experienced
at the crime scene,

when Sofia Lenoir reappeared.

What was it,

radio interference, bright flashes,
that kind of thing?

Her watch was not on time.
It was 6 hours ahead.

Because one of the
fields of development at Epsilon,

is weaponry based on EMP.

- Electromagnetic pulses.
- What is that?

Electromagnetic pulses are emissions of
brief electromagnetic waves

and of high amplitudes which
can do damages and especially

destroy electronic materials
surrounding them.

I see them more and more often in
files linked to burglary.

That's it.

Except that Epsilon
do it for weaponry

so about 20 times
more powerful, you see?

What are you trying to tell me, Nico?

That when the flash happened,
Epsilon was full of holes.

Anybody could have left or entered

the site without any worry.

Damn!

Solid, Colonel Mustache!

Do I have something on my face, Astrid?

No, absolutely not.

Why are you looking at me like that?

You have not talked for the entire drive.

- Yes, and?
- You talk, usually… a lot. You did not talk, at all.

- I don't talk a lot, well, not that much.
- Yes.

- Commander Coste.
- Hello, sir. Astrid Nielsen.

The CCTV.

It's not that you don't want to give them
to me. There's more to it.

Commander, of course not. I would
love to but I-

You can't because you don't have them.
They were deleted.

- What are you saying?
- Commander Coste said:

You can't because you don't have them.
They were deleted.

- Right.
- Right.

I think you're trying to
cover a huge mistake.

The night of the crime, there were at
least 2 magnetic pulses at the facility.

Seeing how hard you're trying to cover
them, I don't think they were on purpose.

- Ma'am, I can't let you say that.
- Oh, no, indeed.

No, it won't look good when your client,
the State, notices

their precious fortress was vulnerable
for a long while.

Careful, ma'am. I will inform
your superior.

Don't worry, sir.

I'll keep your little secret. I'm
not interested in politics, anyway.

In exchange, you'll need
to be transparent with me.

I'm interested in Marc Brodie and
Sofia Lenoir, you know?

- You know?
- Yes.

Sofia Lenoir was assigned to
the receipt of the goods.

So, she stamped the slips the night
of the m*rder.

Is that correct?

Absolutely, yes.

Can we see those slips?

- This way, ladies.
- Thank you, sir.

- Good.
- Good.

Hey. Epsilon's deliveries, they're
not pallets of blots.

They're more rare soils, chemical stuff
of great value.

That's why they work shifts at
the unloading dock.

And the night of the m*rder, Sofia was
working at the reception.

Affirmative. We interviewed all the
delivery men who were there that night.

They were a dozen of them.

Apparently, none were there at the
time of the m*rder.

That's not what the
good old paper slip says.

It was signed 5 minutes
before Brodie's death.

Is something wrong, sir?

Sorry, I became a father this morning.

I came straight from the hospital, so-

Don't worry, it's just a few questions
and you'll quickly be with them again.

You were on site in the time slot of the
crime. Did you see anything abnormal?

No.

Nothing, like I already
told your colleagues.

I put the goods on the dock, it was
stamped and I left right away.

I'd just driven 800 km.

And my only fear was that my wife would
have the baby when I wasn't home.

Wait.

- It's a little girl. I'll show you.
- Maybe next time.

You can go, Mr. Charpentier.

Goodbye, Mr. Charpentier.

Raph, let's go eat?

Oh, yeah, I'm hungry.
So, Charpentier?

He said he left right after he unloaded.

There was something weird.

He had the same sunburn as you
and the guard.

That could mean he was still in the
area when the first EMP happened.

- Yeah.
- Right after the m*rder.

- We can't keep him over this but dig into his past, ok?
- Alright.

Commander Coste.

I think we need to consider the
abduction option again.

- Well, no, Astrid.
- Yes.

The electromagnetic pulse…

Explains all the phenomena we experienced.

Yes.

But not what Sofia Lenoir experienced.

That's true.

It is like a mechanical puzzle.

One must not face things head on,
one must think outside the box.

Like the 9 dots problem, do you remember?

You need to think differently than usual.

Maybe the key to the mystery is in Sofia
Lenoir's abduction memories.

We just need to find
the correct point of view

to understand what is hiding behind it.

And did you find the correct point of view?

No.

But someone gave me the number of a
person who could help us find it.

It's good that Benoît gave you my details.

I've been working on this for 15 years.

I've been all over the world. Thanks.

To collect these testimonies.

And in practice?

Don't judge it by its title.

If my approach is purely scientific,

like Marie-Jeanne Koffman for her
study of the yeti,

that remains a reference in the field,
it's a bit of a catchy title.

It's my editor's idea.

The reality is that I'm on my 3rd
new edition thanks to it.

And can you give us a little summary?

Of course. My approach doesn't
put any position forward.

Whether I personally believe in alien life
or not is not the question.

From a completely rational perspective,

there are no more reasons to believe
than reasons not to believe.

That's roughly it, yes.

Of course, some testimonies are
particularly troubling.

But I still managed to draw several
rational explanations from them.

Precisely, that's… the
part we're interested in.

The rational.

It can be very variable.

It can be some sort of
collective hysteria but also

post-traumatic stress disorder.

I noticed that several abducted subjects

had experienced trauma in their childhood.

It can be abuse of all sorts.

Incest, r*pe, mistreatment-
Mr. Lacombre.

Could you specify your
maieutics method, please.

- I do regressive hypnosis.
- There.

You know about it?

Yes. It consists in making the subject
dive back into their childhood.

Hello. Have a seat.

Come sit, Astrid.

Close your eyes.

Open your hand.

Relax your fingers.

You're not thinking of anything.

You don't hear anything but the
sound of my voice.

I wanted to say that when you are sad,
you must not come to me to tell me why.

Ok.

Well, I... definitely won't come bother you
next time I'm down. Got it.

No.

That is not what I meant.

You do not have to talk to me.

But you can.

If you want to, of course.

Go back up the path of your memory.

Sofia reminds me of my brother.

Benjamin.

Benjamin Coste.

Raph.

Little sister.

He went down a wrong path.
Too early, too young.

- He fell into this sh*t and-
- He fell into this sh*t.

- dr*gs.
- Ah.

And there was no coming back.

His words were worthless.

Nobody wanted to help
him, not even my father.

He lost himself.

In a sense, yes.

- Actually, he's-
- What do you see, Sofia?

Tell me what you see!

What is that?

Stop this. Stop this, for god's sake!

1, 2, 3, open your eyes! Open your eyes!

It's alright. It's over, it's over.

We translated what you were saying.

It's Serbian.

Are you sure?

That's what our interpreters say.

But I don't speak Serbian.

What was I saying?

You were calling for help.

Sofia.

What did you see?

I don't really know.

They were familiar images but…

They were different.

- Arthur, coffee?
- Yeah.

So, Sofia Lenoir spoke Serbian, right?
That's interesting.

And?

You know, Raph had asked us to dig
into the delivery man

who just became a dad, Jean Charpentier.

He legally ordered a name change.

He Frenchified his name when he
got married in 2009.

- The guy was Serbian.
- Now, that's interesting.

- Not bad.
- Long?

- Chocolate, chocolate.
- Chocolate.

How about telling me the truth Mrs. Lenoir?

I don't know what you mean.

I'm talking about Sofia's adoption.

We found out she came
from Bosnia and Herzegovina,

that's why she speaks Serbian.

It's a faded memory of her childhood.

Why didn't you say anything?

- Do you realize the time it cost the investigation?
- I don't know.

How will Sofia react when she'll realize
if I've hidden all of this from her?

She doesn't know she was adopted?

I've never said anything.

I was too afraid of traumatizing her again.

Srebrenica. Do you know that name?

It's in former Yugoslavia, yes.

The m*ssacre that happened there,

the worst Europe has known since the w*r.

8,000 Muslim men and teens slaughtered.

Sofia was there when it happened?

Her name is Sofia Zederdi.

I took her in just after. She jumped
at every sound.

She didn't speak for several months.

The poor little thing saw her father,

all her brothers,

slaughtered in front of her.

She was five.

How did she come out of her silence?

It happened gradually, like she had
forgotten what happened.

In a way it felt like a miracle,
at least at first.

And after?

dr*gs.

I always thought it was because of
her past that she fell into addiction.

Even without remembering,
all these those horrors

must have been there somewhere,
lurking in her unconscious.

My poor little darling.

Thank you for your sincerity Mrs. Lenoir.

It helps me see more clearly.

I still think you should speak to Sofia.

Jean Charpentier,

he works for a transport company
that delivers to Epsilon.

He was there the night of the crime,
no link with the victim,

and until now none with Sofia Lenoir.

But I'm starting to believe he has
one with Sofia Zederdi.

A point to you Coste. I've sent the picture
of your guy to a friend of mine.

He's an international lawyer at The Hague.

He ensures that w*r criminals
who are trying to escape law

are still brought before the
international criminal court.

- As the Nazis hunters after the w*r?
- Something like that, yeah.

Ok. And he reacted to
Charpentier's picture?

It's Milorad Medic.

He's a former officer of a small
paramilitary group called the Scarab.

They were on the front line in Srebrenica.

All of them are dead or in prison
but Medic had disappeared,

and we were aware he might be in France.

And you think this guy might be
a w*r criminal from former Yugoslavia

- that just stumbled upon one of his former victims?
- Yeah.

It's not very likely, is it?

It could be

as during the Srebrenica slaughter
only men were k*lled.

There are thousands of women still alive.

And as the guys acted
with their face uncovered...

Sofia's memories were buried,

but they're still there.

Everything must have come back when she
saw his face the night of the m*rder.

- We have to confront her with Medic again.
- It's gonna be hard for her.

We have to.

Ok.

Medic was running, we caught him
at a roadblock.

He's in the interrogation room.

You'll need to identify him.

We need to understand what happened
the night of the m*rder.

I don't know.

You're scared and it's normal.

I'm not afraid of him.

I'm afraid of what
I'm going to discover about myself.

My whole life is tied to
what happened there.

It's gonna help you, on the contrary.

It's gonna be alright, ok?

Hey, it's gonna be alright.

Do you remember what happened
that night at Epsilon?

I put the stamp on the slip,

I recognized him instantly.

Without really knowing why.

I was scared.

I've never been this scared before.

I realized he saw it
on my face so I ran away.

He followed you.

I went into Marc's lab
but he was following me closely.

- I grabbed the first thing I saw to defend myself.
- The box cutter.

He disarmed me.

He tried to hit me.

Marc stepped in.

All this blood, I-

I left.

I… I hid as best as I could.

I was scared.

An irrational fear.

I was also hurt,

but I was desperate to disappear.

It's over.

He's going to pay.

For Brodie, and for the rest,
I promise.

That's enough, come on.

In any case, she's the one
that caused the short-circuit

when she hid between the cables.

But the site belongs to the Ministry of
Defense. The DA was very clear on that.

- We can't put that in the file.
- We don't care about that now Nico.

What matters is that Sofia is free.

It made you think of Benjamin?

No one believed him either.

Raph, I know you
don't like to talk about it, but

if you need it, I'm here you know.

Thanks.

Come on.

Astrid?

Ah.

It is your brother's file.
Benjamin Coste.

I wanted to understand.

Is it inappropriate?

No.

No, no it's me. I should have
told you about it before.

You're my friend.

You do not have to do anything Raphaëlle.

I do not understand why you should
tell everything to your friends.

On the contrary, friends should be people

who do not make you say the truth
you want to hide.

And who do not judge you when
you finally tell them.

Thank you Astrid.

You know sometimes, to cheer up a friend,
we can talk about something else.

Ok.
Talking about something else is good.

- Talk about what for example?
- Well, for example,

there is something I
absolutely wanted to tell you.

I made a huge mistake.

- Mathias, the DA, you know.
- The one who you must absolutely not get close to.

- Well, bim. I got close.
- Ah.

Twice.

Ah.

It seems complicated.
It is going to take time.

I will prepare us some tea.

When you say bim, what does that mean?

Well bim …

Sit down, I'll tell you.

You got close twice.
So you made bim bim.