02x04 - Point d'orgue

[bunniefuu]

Jacques, are you ok?

What's happening?

It's ok.

I'm ok.
I was finishing up my inspection.

Hugo?

Hugo!

You won yet again Mrs. Nielsen.

You truly are a tenacious opponent.

Thank you.

If not Mom,

you can call me Mathilde.

I know.

But I do not wish to.

To me, you are Mrs. Nielsen.

Another. This one.

Go!

You know,

if you ever need help,

if you need something,

something you can't ask anyone else,

you can always reach out to me.

Alright.

I won.

It is a text from Raphaëlle.

The game is over Mrs. Nielsen.

This is Mathias Forest's voicemail,

please leave a message.

Thank you for coming Astrid.

I received your text.

There has been a m*rder
at the Maison de la radio

in a music instrument.

- That's it.
- By the way,

there was a mistake.

You wrote “in a music instrument”,

you should have written
“with a music instrument”.

No, that was it.
In a music instrument.

Ah!

It is-

It is very noisy here.

It is going to be hard to focus.

Don't worry,
it'll be quieter there.

There.

That's what I was telling you.

In a music instrument.

What the hell are you doing, Fournier?

You're taking the body

before we could even do the
observation on the crime scene?

Sorry but you
came for nothing, Commander,

there's no crime scene.

We found this young man
at the bottom of the structure.

He stumbled and broke
his occipital bone when falling.

He must have d*ed on impact.

Domestic accident.

Tympanic plate fracture.

It's the base of the temporal bone.

It's caused by a violent shock and
generates bleeding from the ears.

- Domestic accident.
- Wait, wait, wait.

You are saying he d*ed instantly.

Yes, Miss Nielsen, I'm certain.

Then, it is not an accident, Dr Fournier.

Sorry?

The otorrhagia was prior to the fall.

How so?

The otorrhagia,

it is the name given
to bleeding from the ears.

Yes, yes, that I know.

No, how is it prior to the fall?

He bled before falling.

Look at his left hand.

If he d*ed instantly,
he didn't put his hand to his ears.

He bled before falling.

So,

he d*ed instantly,

but that was before falling.

Thank you.

Since a few notes weren't coming out,
I went to check the pipes.

That's how I found Hugo.

In an organ, every note has a pipe.

If a note from the console
does not come out,

then the answer
lies into the keyboard,

where all the mouthpieces are.

- Thank you, Astrid.
- You're welcome.

You always start training
this early in the morning?

I'm practicing a complex Bach recital.

Johann Sebastian Bach's Toccata
and Fugue in D minor.

It's the most popular
organ piece in the world.

We were delivering
a surprising interpretation.

It demands a lot of work.

I'm sorry, you are?

Bénédicte Grelin.

I'm the calcant.

It is the person supplying the wind

to the corresponding
set of pipes of the instrument

by manipulating the bellows.

Ok.

I assist Mrs. Fauvelle
when she plays.

You were with her when it happened?

No.

No, I had warned Pauline.
I was at the doctor's office.

At 8 am?

It is a specialist,

he's overbooked.

I have a very specific medication.

I'll give you his information
so you can check.

I would-

I would have much rather been
by Pauline's side.

Did you notice anything

unusual, suspicious?

You should go see Karim,
he's the sound engineer.

If something happened,

he certainly heard it.

You know, when the organ plays,

it's its music blasting
through my headphones.

But if you want,

I can put the rehearsal on.
I can replay it.

You record the rehearsals?

Yeah, we record the rehearsals,
with the mics.

Let's listen then.

Ok, you have two headphones there.

Yes.

You good?

Ok, ready?

All good?

Let's go.

Wait.

Stop.

I can't hear what's in the background.
What can we do?

We can isolate the sound but for that,

we need to locate the voices.

There are 150 mics on the organs,

so that's a real piece of work.

And isolating the place

where the victim fell,
is that possible?

Yes, but that's
a real piece of work.

Yeah.

Hey but,

that's Leibnitz's voice!

Who's that?

Jacques Leibnitz, Pauline's professor.

He's...

How to say...

Special, let's say.

You cut off the music.

Wait, what do you mean, special?

Well, special.

An iron fist in a velvet glove.

Very strict.

And why haven't I seen him?

He felt sick
just before your arrival,

he went home.

He was at the crime scene
and he left?

Crime scene?

It wasn't an accident?

Can I have the recordings?

The recordings,
all the recordings or-

All 150 mics.

The rehearsal
from this morning only.

Pauline Fauvelle's.

Not all the recordings
from the Maison de la radio.

That would be too much.

Ok.

You're welcome.

This Leibnitz, he's the conservatoire star.

Most of his students
became famous concert artists.

- Not a single cloud on the horizon?
- Oh, yes, yes.

To get such results,

Mr. Inflexible Authoritarian
goes as far as mental harassment.

He's the subject of 2 complaints,

dismissed due to lack of evidence.

Ok.

Send 2 guys to his house

for an immediate
interrogation at the station.

I'll lead the interrogation.

You, go to
Hugo Marchand's for a search.

- Got it. See you later.
- Later.

Hey,

you wouldn't be secretly
listening to Bach, Astrid?

Astrid.

I was saying: You wouldn't be
secretly listening to Bach?

There is something wrong

when Pauline Fauvelle is playing.

I can well believe it,
we can hear a guy dying.

That is not it.

It is something else.
Something in the music.

I need to find it.

“I need to find it” as in

“I need to go to solve this puzzle

or I won't be able to
think about anything else”?

Exactly.

Goodbye Raphaëlle.

Goodbye Astrid.

I need to find it.

- Yes.
- Yes.

Let's find it.

Mr. Leibnitz.

At which moment,

as there's a dead person
at your workplace,

do you tell yourself that

you can go home peacefully?

I felt dizzy.

Ask my doctor instead of
making me lose my time.

It's odd, because this morning,

you seemed to be alright.

When you
threatened Hugo Marchand.

How unlucky.

Everything was recorded.

I don't remember
what I said to him.

Probably that he had
nothing to do in the organ

during rehearsal,
there, that's all.

But to go as far as threats.

- Am I disturbing?
- No.

Hello.

Tell me Mr. Leibnitz,

I assume you know how many
black keys are on a piano.

There are 36, Sir.

Exactly, there are 36.

Well, imagine that at Hugo Marchand's,

who has a small apartment but a

big piano,

there were 37.

Crazy, huh?

Put this on.

There, Raph, this one is for you.

It's my favorite.

Let's see.

No!

Not enough.

This is the one I want to hear.

Play correctly!

I've seen enough.

Well...

Pedagogy isn't your forte.

It's even borderline.

Especially when you've already been
targeted for complaints like this.

If someone had evidence
like this against me,

I would like to silence him.

That proves nothing.

Except that Hugo was spying on me.

Pauline

is already a great organist

so if she disliked my methods,

she'd be long gone.

Of course.

It's Fournier.

Fournier is our coroner.

And usually when he calls
during an interrogation,

it means nothing good for the suspect.

I'm gonna pick up, don't move,
I'll be right back.

Yes, Fournier?

What's up?

Fournier!

What the hell is this?

It's not a m*rder?

No, no evidence of a struggle.

But, we have a nice
ruptured aneurysm.

He had a stroke?

Yes, absolutely.
That's why he lost consciousness

and fell off the ladder.

That explains the
bleeding from the ears?

Yes. It happens, rarely.

The cerebral hemorrhage

trickled through his eardrums.

We'll have to
release the music professor.

- No m*rder, no m*rder*r.
- sh*t.

Astrid isn't with you?

No, she's at the Doc.
She's onto something delicate.

You'll tell her I was right?

Thank you, Commander Coste.

Calm down.

If anything, you didn't even
have it on you, this notebook.

I'm telling you it was there,
in my pocket.

I never let go of it.

You know why?

Because it's my work tool.

It has everything on it.
Everything since the beginning.

It's the notebook of a lifetime

so you're going to
do me a favor and find it,

- and quicker than that.
- Careful.

Is that what you're looking for?

What an assh*le.

Pauline?

Pauline, is that you?

Pauline?

Who's there?

You have nothing to do here!
The auditorium is closed!

At 8:35 am and 5 seconds,

there is an interference.

Can you isolate it?

An interference?

I don't know.

Believe me, Mr. Benwaoud.

I am not wrong, one must not be wrong.
I do not like to be wrong.

I am subject to hyperacusis.

Most of the time, it is uncomfortable,
even incapacitating.

But from time to time, it allows me to
hear sounds that others do not.

Like here.
At 8:35 am and 5 seconds.

Can you isolate it, please?

Yes, I can search for it.
That's not a problem.

But like I told your colleague,

it'll take time.

I need to know where
the sound is coming from.

From a mic.

At 8:35 am

and 5 seconds.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Okay.

There.

I don't hear anything, are you sure?

Positive.

Again. Go backwards.

There.

Again.

This, this is not from the recording.

Oh my God!

Ah.

Commander Coste.

Commander Coste,
I came to see Mr. Benwaoud

concerning the interference

when an unpredictable
unexpected event occurred.

A janitor

found Mr. Leibnitz on
the stage of the auditorium.

- He is dead.
- Dead? Him too?

Yes, him too.

Don't move, I'm coming.

This time,
Fournier will have to admit that

we're confronted with murders.

See you soon.

Stroke.

Don't you dare say
accident to me again.

I'm sorry, but the signs
point to a classic heart att*ck.

Dried skin,

the fingernails texture…

The scar.

And seeing the scar,
I wouldn't be surprised

to find a mechanical valve underneath.

A mechanical valve.

Yes, it's less known than a pacemaker

but it replaces the aortic valve.

It's impossible, can't you see?

2 dead
in 2 days at the same place,

with blood trickling down their ears.

He fell onto his side

and banged his head onto the floor.

It's an accident, Coste.

The Toccata.

I am sorry,
I need to check the music.

She saw something.

There, look.

What's that?

That's your diagnosis falling apart.

A domestic accident victim
leaving a message,

it's way shakier.

Yeah, but all the same.
That's a tad weird.

How would he have written it?

We didn't find any pens,

neither on his body,
nor near his body.

Excuse me,
can you take a picture of that?

His notebook, you remember?
The one which earned us a tantrum?

There was a pen attached to it.

Yes, except we
didn't find his notebook.

The one he told us he never let go of?

It was stolen.

By the m*rder*r.

It's an obsession to you, m*rder.

Can we help you, Mrs. Fauvelle?

Commander,
I know it looks weird but...

but Jacques didn't pick me up.

He usually takes you to rehearsals?

Yes, my car's at the shop.

But he didn't come this time.

And since he wasn't picking up
and that it's been several hours,

I was worried.

Look, I'm sorry to tell you like this,

but your music professor d*ed last night.

I'm sorry.

Wow.

Ok.

Hours of concerts and rehearsals.

He kept everything?

Everything his students did.

Every concert, every rehearsal.

Jacques has…

Had a specific classification system.

First, the name of the piece,

BWV and then the number.

It's the universal notation
for Bach's pieces.

Then the grade Jacques would give
to his student's performance.

14.

Finally, the student's neum.

Neum?

Follow me.

That's how music was
transcribed in the Middle Ages.

It's the old way
of writing notes, if you will.

There are thousands.

Scandicus,

trigon,

bivirga…

Jacques associated
each student to

a neum.

I was epiphonus.

Too complicated to call you
by your name and surname?

Each of us would remind him of a melody.

Jacque saw his students as

living musical notes.

I know someone for whom this
would have been an early Christmas.

I am coming.

And that?

That's the piece
you were playing when Hugo fell?

Yes.

Jacques was obsessed with the Toccata.

He wanted to enhance it.

It was very hard to please him.

Pauline,

what's that sign, here?

It's a fermata.
It indicates to hold the note.

The Toccata has plenty.

- Hello.
- Hey, Miss Nielsen.

I think I found the interference, finally.

Who is it?

It's Karim.

Karim.

The sound engineer.

- Your interference, you know?
- Mr. Benwaoud.

Yes!

I sent you an audio file.

Slowed down, cleaned,

- amplified, impeccable.
- I am opening it.

I think you were right.

We can hear it starting
at 8:35 am and 5 seconds.

Shhh.

I am listening.

- Miss Nielsen?
- Shhh.

Can I?

Yes.

There's something strange.

It stops for a few seconds

and then it starts back up.

- When you say it stops…
- Yes?

You are whispering?

Yes, Miss Nielsen.

When you say it stops, you mean

at 8:35 am and 11 seconds.

You're good!

Exactly!

How do you know that?

The fermatas, Mr. Benwaoud.

The fermatas.

Thank you, goodbye.

I was right,

there was a mechanical valve.

See, it works like a pump

in substitution of the aortic valve
when it's leaking.

There, see?

Yes, well,
don't put that in my face.

I'm showing you.

What happened then?

It's a mystery.
The valve seized up,

then thrombogenesis started.

Our friend had a stroke.

In short, the valve k*lled him.

No.

No, it was the music that k*lled him.

Nielsen?

Well, go.

Have a good day.

Astrid?

Astrid?

Astrid? Are you there?

Astrid? Astrid?

Astrid?

- There.
- Good Lord!

You scared me.

I already told you not to do that.

I'm too nervous.

Raphaëlle,

there is no
rational reason to be scared.

I found it.

I found out what k*lled
Hugo Marchand and Jacques Leibnitz.

An infrasound unit.

A what unit?

An infrasound unit.

Those are low frequency sounds,

less than 20 Hz.

Inaudible but harmful.

Their vibrations set off
a violent resonance

through materials and human organs.

Like, uh…

It could, for example,

seize up a valve or

burst an aneurysm?

Yes.

Exactly.

Infrasounds set off
by a fake key

linked to that unit.

When the key is pressed
on the keyboard,

it opens up this valve.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, there.

The unit turns on.

When the key is released,
the unit turns off.

That's great!

That's twisted,
Machiavellian, but great.

How did you find this out?

Mr. Leibnitz's hint.

The fermata.

The symbol he had drawn on the floor.

He must have noticed his dizziness

was appearing at
very precise moments of the Toccata.

- When Pauline was playing fermatas.
- Yes.

The altered key is

the trombone baritone key.

It corresponds to 2 fermatas

- at the beginning of the Toccata.
- Ok.

So Leibnitz wasn't lying

- when he told us about feeling dizzy?
- No.

And Mr. Benwaoud's mics

even recorded the tic-tic-tic

from his mechanical valve
stopping during the fermatas.

The interference I have been hearing
since the beginning,

that was what it was.

That is what I told you in my text.

It is the music that k*lled them.

I found it.

Johann Sebastian Bach was not
only a great composer.

He was also a virtuoso in many instruments:

The violin, the viola, the
harpsichord of course.

But the one instrument which
cultivated his remarkable skills,

was without a doubt the organ.

The organ was the m*rder w*apon?

Yes.

Actually, an infrasound module
inside the organ.

Hyperacusis has always been
my one of greatest foes.

For the first time, it was an ally.

Well. Thank you for today. As usual, I
encourage you to relax with a drink.

Thank you Max for the chair.

It's a nice gesture.

You're enjoying this case, aren't you?

Yes.

And you look exhausted.

OK.

You know Astrid, you relying on hyperacusis
to progress: It's great.

But hyperacusis is also your Achilles heel.

You're able to hear frequencies
no one can hear,

be mindful to listen to your own.

I am capable.

- I am qualified.
- Yes, I know you are.

Show me your hand.

Trust me. Please, show me your hand.

Here's your capital, Astrid.

Beans.

Yes. Yes, beans. Well, 10 beans.

But not only beans, look. One simple social
interaction, you lose 1 bean.

Some time in a loud place where you can't
put on your headphones, you lose,

1,

2 beans.

You can isolate yourself at the Criminal
Documentation, you gain

1 bean back.

Beware of reaching 0.

I know that until today,

you were able to live without being
confronted to situations like those.

This technique helped me a lot,
I hope it will help you too.

Thank you William.

No, it will not be necessary.

10 beans.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.

- Astrid! You coming?
- Yes.

This thingy's waves caused the aneurysm
and the heart att*ck?

An infrasound module, to be precise.

Which the m*rder*r
used to k*ll their 2 victims.

With their own pathologies.

Well, I'm no expert in electromagnetism
but medically, it makes sense.

This could even explain
the eardrum bleeding.

Here's the "but"...

No, no. No, no, your theory stands.

You won. Ms Nielsen: 1, Fournier: 0.

No. It is a tie, Dr. Fournier.

I would never have been able to
put the ideas together to find

the MO without your accurate diagnoses.

- Thank you Ms Nielsen.
- You're welcome.

But here's the snag:
Hugo Marchand's toxicology.

Look, we found Lavyxal in his blood.

It's an antidepressant which
often leads to hypertension.

And hypertension is a no-no for aneurysm.

So you're saying that if Hugo knew
he had an aneurysm, he would

- never have taken this medicine, right?
- Of course!

So he didn't know he had one.

Which begs the question-

how could the k*ller have known
about Hugo's aneurysm

with Hugo oblivious to it?

That's the... That's that.
That's what I was about to say.

- Sorry.
- No. The module.

- Of course.
- Thank you.

Come in.

Commissioner.

It was in Hugo's belongings.

Fournier was right.

The k*ller wasn't aiming at him.

No, but he was definitely aiming at
Jacques Leibnitz, the notorious cardiac.

So Hugo Marchand was collateral damage.

We need to start this case over.

Especially as the infrasound MO
expands our suspect pool.

The k*ller didn't need to be in the
organ to commit their m*rder.

In addition to the symbolic
nature of the crime:

Leibnitz was k*lled by the music.

That same music he had harassed
his students with.

You're thinking one of them is responsible?

A 40-year long career and
dozens of students

yearly make a long list of suspects.

One pops up.

- What do we have on Pauline Fauvelle?
- I'm gonna check.

Nicolas?

I'm taking that.

We got nothing except for a traffic
accident report 3 months ago.

Damn, she didn't bungle it!

Wait, look at that weird testimony.

She said she lost control of her vehicle,

crashed into a tree at over 100km/hr,

on a small street in the city center?

And all of that without any skid
marks or any other car involved.

- Doesn't look like an accident to me.
- Hold on, look at the date of the accident.

September 9th at 3AM.

Ring any bell?

Hugo Marchand's video.

So 2 hours prior to her accident,
Pauline was humiliated.

Time to dig, Arthur, OK?!

An accident at over
100km/hr in a street

limited to 50; Care
to explain, Pauline?

It was a su1c1de attempt, wasn't it?

Show it to her.

It was that night, remember?

Why are you asking me that?

We want you to tell us the truth.

To tell us that you wanted to die to
escape from Leibnitz.

You're wrong. I never tried to k*ll myself.

The problem is, it's not that simple, huh?

So you had to find another way.

Another way to escape his grip.

You had to k*ll Leibnitz
in order to free yourself.

To k*ll him with his music.

With that Toccata he had made
you work on time and time again.

- What?
- This Toccata full of fermatas,

you made it your m*rder w*apon!

Fermatas? What are you even saying?

Astrid, those are exhibits...

You have to confess now, Pauline.

You're wrong.

Don't cry for me.

"Don't cry for me, for I
go where music is born",

those are Johann Sebastian Bach's last
words on his deathbed.

Here.

Looks like a farewell letter, doesn't it?

Tell us the truth.

I didn't want to say anything until now,
I didn't want to sully Jacques's memory.

But I knew about Hugo's videos.

I knew he wanted to report him
for moral harassment.

And you asked him not to do it.

This perfection Jacques was aiming for,

I wanted it too.

I was possessed, like him, to the
point of getting my fingers burnt.

So yes, one day, I snapped and
tried to end myself.

But I swear I never k*lled anybody.

You understand I need a bit more
than that to exonerate you.

I know.

But here's where the story
gets a little more complicated:

I didn't write this.

Look, don't tell me it's not your score.

It was in your hands on day one.

It's the one I use but it's not mine.

Jacques used the notes inside to guide me.

But it belonged to one
of his former students.

Look at the name, it's not mine.

You can check every one of my scores.

I am Epiphonus.

That's Salicus.

Salicus?

And whose neume is this?

Jacques always refused to tell me.

Which is surprising considering they
must have been his best student.

The reference,

and he gave them a 19.

Absolute excellence.

Bach himself wouldn't have gotten
20 with Jacques.

OK.

And how do we learn Salicus's
true identity?

Jacques had an index:

He recorded the names and
neumes of each of his students.

And it was a little notebook he
always kept by his side.

His classification system is amazing.

He improved the Dewey decimal system
by applying it to music.

It is brilliant.

So, we found nothing.

Nothing linked to Salicus anyway.

I guess we'll have to check the entire
list of former students. What a blast!

But he had hundreds!

If we find Salicus, we have our guy.

The m*rder was signed.

They wanted to k*ll Leibnitz using the
Toccata played with Salicus's score.

And as luck would have it,

the only thing allowing us to identify
them was this notebook.

Which has been stolen
from the crime scene.

But there are
words on this score.

And those words suggest a su1c1de.
Maybe this Salicus guy is dead.

Or the m*rder*r is a relative and wanted
to avenge them. Why not?

There is no tape player.

Mister Leibnitz's sound system consists
of a vinyl turntable,

some CD players, there is the radio
but there is no tape player.

Now, a third of the
recordings in this room...

are tapes.

Bravo Commander Coste.

The tape player is
missing. It is not logical.

It should be here.

I might have something about that.
Stay put!

I am not moving.

There.

Your tape player is getting fixed
at Gérard's Electronics.

It is not my tape player,
it is Mr. Leibnitz's.

Or was, he is dead. May I move?

- You may move, Astrid.
- Thank you.

Yes Mathias, it's Raph. Raphaëlle.

Call me back when... when you get
this message if you...

if you want. If you...
if you can.

Mathias, it's Coste. Call back!

Raph, I found no su1c1de nor su1c1de
attempts in Leibnitz's former students,

and all those who had lodged complaints
for moral harassment

have alibis for both murders.

So, do you know why this tape
player was under repair?

Because a magnetic tape was caught
in the pinch roller.

And who can guess what's on this tape?

The Toccata? Played by Salicus?

That's my Commander! There.

- Say Arthur, how do you listen to it?
- Yes.

They gave me a Walkman, isn't it nice?

How does this thing work?

I cleaned up your desk.

Ah yes, thank you Astrid.

Yes, I do not know
what to do with the screw.

- Thanks.
- Want a candy, Astrid?

No, thank you.

Hey Clash of generations!
Gimme that! There.

- Gimme that!
- It's been a while for me.

- Here.
- And thank you, Captain.

- Ready?
- Let's go!

OK that's great!

So this person playing must be our k*ller.

I wanted them to announce their
name before they started.

At least a location or a date!

Right now we have nothing.
We don't even know where!

Yes we do. In a church.

Listen to the echo, the hubbub.

It is an organ recital
delivered in a church.

And if we find the church,
we may find the concert.

If we find the concert, we find the performer.
If we find the performer,

- we find Salicus. If we find Salicus-
- We find Salicus.

- Yes.
- Let's get to work.

Each organ is unique, built for specific
acoustics with specific ranks.

So ranks are types of pipes?

With each sound replicating
an instrument, right?

Precisely, Captain Perran. Here.

Most churches have small
organs with basic ranks:

Oboe, trumpet, flute.

Only the organs of bigger churches have
more than fifty ranks.

If they have over fifty ranks, that means

they have more than the basic ranks.
They have more refined ranks, more -

Rarer. Precisely.

Except, this is what you can hear in
Salicus's concert

between bar 69 and 85.

Listen.

What instrument does it remind you of?

As for me, I hear a fat synthesizer.

- Well, played on an organ but...
- Right.

Thank you commander Coste.
It is an organ concert.

No. The set used sounds like a flute.
A really nasal sound.

It is called Nasard Flute. Only ten
organs possess it in France.

If we can find concerts played in these
churches, we'll find our performer.

There were over fifty concerts. Each year.
In each of these churches.

Out of forty.

- We need to shorten that list.
- Precisely.

First are the acoustics,
which are not optimal.

We can then conclude this concert did
not take place in a cathedral

but in a church.

Next is the recording.

It was recorded on a Ferrichrome tape,

manufactured solely between 1989 and 1995.

Which rules out organs built after '95.

Right. I reduced the search to 3 churches.
1, 2, 3.

But each welcomed over 1500 concerts
since 1990.

That is a lot.

The Toccata is one of the only
Bach's pieces which doesn't glorify God.

It's not a liturgical
piece but a profane one.

But then, most churches only play
liturgical pieces.

Astrid, between the 3 remaining churches,

is there one allowing profane music?

I am looking for it.

That was a good idea, Captain Perran.
A really good idea.

Saint Joseph's Church. Here.

Atta boy, Nico.

Bravo Captain Perran.

Hanks, you too. Bye.

So, bad news: I tried reaching the
priest in charge of the church in the 90's

- and he d*ed 10 years ago.
- sh*t!

I got something! "Tragic
accident at Saint Joseph's Church."

Zoom in.

Here's Leibnitz. We're getting close.

Marie Renard gets an ovation
before her accidental fall.

Marie Renard?

This name is in the file. I know the file.
Marie Renard.

It is Bénédicte Grelin's maiden name.

What did you say?

Astrid, yes? What did you say?

This name is in the file. I know the file.

Marie Bénédicte Renard. It is
Bénédicte Grelin's maiden name.

- Marie Bénédicte Renard.
- Renard.

Marie Bénédicte Renard. Married Grelin
in 1995, widow since 2016.

Here's our Salicus.

You found Salicus.

Why did you bring me here, Bénédicte?

I wanted to play you something.

After a brilliant concert, the
young organist of 22 years old

tragically fell from the balcony.

A 10 meter drop which caused a ripple
of panic through the crowd.

Marie Renard survived but her friends worry
that her injuries

might put her musical career in jeopardy.

Except it wasn't an accident.

She must be at the auditorium.
Nicolas, locate her.

Arthur, send officers to her place, ok?

OK, thanks.

Bénédicte never showed
up at the auditorium.

- And her place?
- Nothing. We sent a patrol there, it was empty.

- She can't be far!
- Hold on, Pauline didn't show up at the auditorium either.

A slot was booked in her name.

Why would she leave with Pauline?
Does she want to take revenge on her too?

It doesn't make any sense!

She had a motive for taking Leibnitz out,
he ruined her career.

And Pauline has nothing to do with it.

That's it.

That's it! When I told her Hugo had d*ed
from an aneurysm, she was shaken up.

She realized she'd been the one to k*ll him.
She blames herself.

She's into symbolism, there's only
one place where she could be.

Astrid, come with me, ok?

The sheet, Salicus, it was you?

I can't play anymore.

Radial nerve lesion, amongst others.

Extended effort is impossible for me.

What happened to you?

It lacked soul, Marie.

That's what he told me
at the end of the recital.

Who?

Jacques?

I gave everything up for music.

My family,

my friends,

everything.

During this recital, I played
like never before...

Better than I had ever hoped.

But no.

It still lacked soul.

So I gave it to him.

I wanted you to hear this from me.

They will tell you horrible stories about
me but I can assure you...

I never wanted to hurt Hugo.

Now leave me alone.

Go away, Pauline.

Bénédicte!

Bénédicte!

I fired to protect her, Astrid.

I did it to protect Pauline.
He was going to destroy her.

Like he had destroyed me.

Even though I've learned to live with it.

I didn't want history to repeat itself.
I had to intervene.

And about Hugo's death?

I thought Leibnitz was guilty.

It was your colleague who told me it
was my device which k*lled him.

That I k*lled him.

I will never forgive myself.

Goodnight.

- Coste.
- Too late.

- What's too late?
- It's too late.

- Goodnight Commander.
- Goodnight.

What's too late?

Listen, I'm not saying we should put our
toothbrushes in the same glass,

I even agree we should hide our
relationship at work.

But I've been sending you messages for
days and you didn't answer.

And here you come, strutting around
like it's nothing. I don't like it at all.

I don't like it, do you understand?

That doesn't sound like you.

You'd rather not tell me what's
going on instead?

Tell me, is it serious?

Astrid had an att*ck, there!

I didn't see it coming and I was powerless
to stop it.

I'm her thimble, I...

This shouldn't happen when she's with me,
it's not possible. It is serious!

No. No, it's not serious.

I don't know about
this girl but I know you.

And I know it's not your fault.

And I'm sure you're a great thimble.

It's ok.

It's ok.

She's good.

She needs rest, that's all.

- You sure?
- Yes, yes.

She's at home, recuperating.

Ok.

Anyway, I'm really glad she asked you
to take care of her.

Me too.

But I don't do much, you know.

It's Mr. Tanaka's nephew who delivers
her her groceries.

- Tetsuo?
- Absolutely.

He learned she didn't come on Monday
and he sent a text offering to help.

Is that so!

Give me your hand, William.

How about you?

Thank you, William.