Jules!
Jules!
Jules!
Jules!
To Strasbourg. Departure from
Paris at :.
Épernay :. Saint-Dizier not serviced.
Bar le Duc not serviced.
Commercy :.
Luneville :.
- Strasbourg :.
- Jules!
God honey,
you scared me.
Come, come,
come, put on your headphones,
put on your headphones.
Fabien!
Camille?
What the hell are you
doing here?
It's not even time to ─
- Stop the theatrics.
I know why you're here.
I don't want him to hear us.
Wait for me here, sweetie.
Mommy has to talk with Daddy.
I'll come back.
Everything's okay, Jules.
Don't worry.
- What are you doing here?
- Don't take me for a fool.
Don't take me for a fool!
I found your cell phone.
Vitry-le François is
not serviced
between the th and
th of April.
Vitry-le François is
not serviced
between the th and
th of April.
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As written in article
of the Penal Code:
"Any official record or
report has probative
value only if it is formally regular,
and if its drafter acted in
the performance of their duties
and reported what they personally
saw, heard or found
on a subject-matter within
their jurisdiction".
Ms Nielsen!
Ms Nielsen!
I'm talking to you Ms Nielsen.
May you come in front
of the class, please?
May you come in front
of the class, please?
Do take your time.
Thank you.
Here's the report of a
hearing in a drug case.
What can you tell us
about this document?
Is there a problem, Ms Nielsen?
- I am qualified.
- So tell us.
Do you know what
that report means?
Yes.
I am qualified.
It doesn't seem so.
The record, Ms Nielsen.
The report!
That's unfair!
Oh, so you think
reviewers will be
nicer on the day of the
verbal interview?
So, how about that report?
And now you failed.
I had enough of this, go away.
You may sit.
We secured the area
but it took us a while
so I'm not sure
the crime scene is
contamination-free.
What do we know
about the victim?
Fabien Boyer.
He was identified by
multiple station staff members.
He was working here, right?
No.
But
he was there quite often.
He worked for a subcontractor.
Any witnesses?
It's a little bit more
complicated than that.
Astrid's not with you?
Well, she sent me
a text as she left
the Police Academy. I don't understand,
she should already be here.
I am qualified.
trains.
, travelers.
I am capable.
I am qualified.
Astrid.
I was waiting for you.
I went to the Criminal
Documentation
to get ready.
I had to establish
more scenarios than usual to
best anticipate
any unexpected events
that could occur.
What's stressing
you out, Astrid?
Is it being in a train station?
I am qualified.
I'll stand by you, okay?
Come with me, I want you
to meet someone.
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Next departure from Paris─
We found the kid next
to the victim.
His colleagues told us he's
his -year-old son.
He used to come every Wednesday
afternoon at the station with his father.
It seems he's autistic.
Since we found him,
he keeps repeating these words.
Like a litany.
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Persan-Beaumont─
- Echolalia.
- I'm sorry?
Echolalia.
A litany
has a liturgical function.
An echolalia has
a regulatory function.
This young boy has echolalia.
It helps calm him.
In the meantime, we couldn't
get anything else out of him.
Even if he saw anything,
I'm not sure he could tell us.
No other witness and yet
we're in one the largest
stations in Paris.
Gare de l'Est
is the th most important
station in Paris.
Only th?
Yes. trains come
and go everyday to
Four European countries.
Its daily turnout is
about , travelers.
Great!
, suspects!
So?
mm, point blank.
No sign of the w*apon,
we're still looking.
A glove.
In his hands, the young boy
was holding a glove.
He must have held
hands with someone.
He wasn't just with his father.
There was a rd person.
Jules!
Jules!
Hold on! Criminal Police.
Do you know him?
Of course, he's my brother.
What's he doing with you?
Wait, nobody told you?
Told me what?
Do you work in the neighborhood?
Yes, to pay for my studies.
But why is
my brother with you?
Where's my father?
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Someone has to tell him.
Jules, did you see anything?
You were with dad
when it happened.
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f*ck, you're really useless.
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Paris at :.
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La Barre Ormesson :.
Enghien les Bains :.
I got access to the station’s CCTV.
The m*rder took place
in a blind spot
with an exit through
a fire door.
And before that, we
clearly see Jules coming
with his mother.
You were right, Astrid.
Where is she?
You can't just leave your
children like that!
Unless you're fleeing
a crime scene.
Yet you have already
forgotten to get Théo from school.
Thanks Astrid.
You are welcome.
Any results from ballistics?
It's an old w*apon.
Colt ,
an American handgun from WWII.
Hard to trace.
Okay.
So our best lead is those videos.
I want as many men as
possible on this.
But Commissioner,
we've already been
at it for hours.
Problem is there are more
than cameras!
We’d need a huge team and
multiple days to get to
the end of it!
This way of working
would be totally ineffective.
While solving a puzzle,
to take each and every piece
and look for its place
would be extremely
time-consuming.
When I must solve a puzzle,
I lay out all the pieces
in front of me
so I can visualize them
all in one look.
Then
I see trends, groups.
And the puzzle takes form,
little by little.
So what do you suggest, Astrid?
I suggest not watching
the videos by
, but watching them all
at the same time.
Like a giant puzzle made
of thousands of
simultaneous instants.
Astrid, do you realize how many
screens that represent?
Yes.
I might know someone
who can help.
Could you send me
the video files?
It would only take me minutes.
Okay Astrid, I'm sending
it your way.
Okay.
Thank you, Lieutenant Enguien.
I am hanging up.
Thank you Ms Nielsen.
Goodb─
Goodbye.
Thanks.
Gabriel,
I need to ask some hard questions.
We must hurry.
The first minutes of
an investigation are─
Do you have news on my mother?
No.
Do you think she
could be running?
I'm sorry?
Your mother was at
the crime scene.
We have to consider
all possibilities.
Like my mom k*lling my dad?
What the hell?
What a bullshit theory!
Okay, my parents had it rough
these last years.
Twelve years of nobody's
helping them.
But they've been helping each
other for years.
Sure, it ain't easy everyday
but you're not making any sense.
Twelve years.
Is that your brother's age?
Yes.
Could you give us a way
of communicating with him?
But he's autistic!
There's no communicating
with him at all.
He doesn't understand
what you tell him,
he lives in his bubble.
William.
Yes?
It is weird.
I do not know this boy
but
there seems to be something
familiar about him.
It's only natural.
You come from the
same continent.
It's like meeting a compatriot
in a foreign country.
Autism is not a country.
No,
Autistan doesn't exist yet
as far as I know.
Neurodivergence is a part
of your identity for you both.
It's this part of yourself
that you see in him.
It allows creating real bridges
between people.
A bridge that allows
these people
to connect.
Bravo William.
Thanks.
Jules!
Jules, I already told you,
we don't know where Oscar is.
It's our cat, he got away
a week ago,
he can't comprehend.
Are you okay, Gabriel?
Excuse me.
Commander Coste.
Do you know the Boyers?
I live in the building,
we're pretty close.
It's that kind of residence.
Is everything alright?
I'm okay, It's just..
There was a crime
at Gare de l'Est.
Mr Boyer d*ed.
Fabien is...
Oh Gabriel!
I'm so sorry!
You poor boy.
It's fine. I'm gonna help Jules.
Is their mother here?
No, we're looking for her.
Have you seen her today?
No.
Thank you.
Wow,
there are more trains here
than in Gare de l'Est!
Yeah, he loves it.
Trains calm him.
That's why he spent
every Wednesday
afternoon at the station
with dad.
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When he's stuck on
stations like that,
that means something's
bothering him.
Maybe he's trying to
tell us something?
No, don't get your hopes up,
he won't tell you anything.
Even if he had seen something,
he doesn't speak.
He only expresses basic things,
like he's hungry,
he's stressed, he's happy.
There's not a lot up there.
Can you loop
this moment,
here?
Here, the boy walks away
from his mother.
Here, he's checking his phone.
More importantly,
here he has a backpack.
And here
he does not anymore.
So,
did we find the mother?
No.
She hasn't used either her phone
or her card within the last
hours.
But there's something
about their finances:
all the costs for keeping
Jules at home
are paid cash,
and those are heavy costs.
Where does this money come from?
Who knows..
Astrid wants me to join her
at Gare de l'Est.
- See you later.
- See you later.
Imminent intervention.
Imminent intervention.
Astrid.
Astrid!
Hey!
What's happening here?
Astrid?
I had not planned for
this eventuality.
Do you know her?
I had not planned for
this eventuality.
Because she has been
having a meltdown since
I told her the place
was on lockdown so you
have to get her out.
- Criminal Police.
- Yeah, and I'm b*mb Squad.
And we have a suspicious package
we need to operate on.
That suspicious package
is Jules's backpack.
Well Jules shouldn't have
left his bag here.
- Now it's too late.
- Hey!
Are you deaf or something?
I just told you
I'm Criminal Police
and you're about to blow
a piece of evidence.
Astrid.
It's always harder
to analyze confetti
than bank bills but
considering the size,
I’d say a few
thousand euros.
More importantly, Forensics found
cannabis residue stuck
to the bag shreds.
Drug trafficking?
Looks like it.
And what are these?
These are kraft paper strips.
Undoubtedly from the
bag containing the bills.
And in some places,
we can see printed letters
but it's too fragmented.
So we have Jules's maintenance
costs
paid in cash and traces
of cannabis.
There seems to be a
scenario here:
a father
falls into debt to take
care of his son.
And to get out of it,
he starts selling dr*gs.
What about Camille's
description sent to
the other precincts?
Anything?
Nothing for now.
We're issuing a CLEAR alert.
With all this information,
we're getting further away
from family drama.
She could equally be
a suspect or a victim.
That Tetsuo is quite charming.
He had it all prepared
before I came.
He seems like a good person.
I would love to talk
about him someday.
That's the kind of talk you
have with your mother, you know?
Astrid, are you okay?
Absolutely not.
I have not done it
in a long time.
It will be hard to solve.
I didn't know you like puzzles.
I mean these kinds of puzzles.
Puzzles are interesting
as long as
they are complex enough.
The rst time,
it took me days to solve it.
Days?
Yes. Beware,
you did not take your shoes off.
days, hours and minutes.
Are you sure it's a
good idea to start
that now? You're
exhausted, sweetie.
On the contrary.
My special interest
exhausts me in other ways.
It calms me.
It eases me.
It stimulates me.
It connects me.
I must call Raphaelle.
I must call Raphaelle now.
Why?
Because I think I know
who could communicate
with the young boy
from Gare de l'Est,
Jules Boyer.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Hello.
My name is William.
I have a present for
your brother.
He likes it.
Thanks a lot.
He only likes trains anyway.
He's not the only one.
For most autistic people,
living is mainly a fight
against chaos.
Chaos of memory.
Language.
Bodies. Lights. Noises.
There are no plants.
Neither inside
nor on the balcony.
No,
I don't think so.
So obviously,
a train universe
made of constant repetitions,
paths that go the
same way, which
means order,
that ought to appease us.
It allows us to control
the world surrounding us.
And trust me, it's not
a coincidence we like trains.
Do you practice gardening?
Either you or your parents?
No, not at all.
Why?
Because there is a body of
consistent evidence
that links that spade
and that scraper
to that rectangle of
turned over grass,
there.
Here.
Did you loose your cat?
Yes, why?
Because we just found him.
I may be here to help you but
you do know I'm a
medical examiner,
not a forensic veterinarian.
Doctor Fournier.
I would not have called
you if I had not
noticed traces of
emetic regurgitations
at the corner of the
whisker pads.
That and the mucous
membranes are burnt too.
Adding to the traces of
brown urine on the rear legs.
No doubt,
this animal was poisoned.
Rigor mortis indicates
three to four days.
You're dealing with a homicide.
Or rather
a "caticide".
You see, Doctor Fournier,
you are quite the
forensic veterinarian.
Thanks.
Got it, Fournier.
Could you make sure
Astrid brings the kids
back to the police station while
they're securing the apartment?
Thanks.
My understanding is that
every Wednesday
at :pm precisely,
Fabien and his son Jules
put Jules's bag
in one of the station lockers.
No.
Not any locker but always
the same.
Place, time, locker,
everything was settled
like clockwork
to not disrupt the kid,
you know?
Of course.
That little routine occurred
every Wednesday
afternoon, right?
Absolutely.
Jules's circuit, as
Fabien called it.
After the lockers,
they used to head for
the storage areas,
then
the information boards
which the kid
gazed at for hours like it
was the "Mona Lisa".
Then the platforms.
All was timed:
more precise than
a stationmaster.
Was he searched
when he was dropping
off his bag in the lockers?
We knew Fabien well.
It would have been indelicate
to search through Jules's stuff.
Yes,
to follow the rules.
Thanks a lot.
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Oh f*ck, his headphones.
- f*ck.
- La Barre Ormesson :.
Enghien les Bains :.
Ermont Eaubonne :.
- Les Glaïeuls :.
- Stop it.
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For f*ck's sake Jules,
stop it! You hear me?
Stop it!
No touching.
No touching.
Jules,
may I?
- There.
- Thanks.
You are welcome.
I never saw him give
one of his pictures.
He seems to like you.
That box of pictures is
my mom's idea.
The emergency box.
We bring it everywhere
with Jules,
there's nothing better to
put a smile on his face.
Excuse me Astrid,
don't you have a lecture at the
Police Academy starting soon?
Yes.
I have a lecture at the Police
Academy starting soon.
- So...
- Yes.
- So I must go.
- Exactly.
What is it?
Nothing, it's Emma,
she... I can't tell you.
- Come on!
- It's nothing, really.
It's a private joke, you wouldn't...
Private joke... Come on!
So, according to the
lockers register,
it's the same scenario every week.
Fabien drops the bag in the locker
every day at :pm
and gets it back at :pm.
Except that every day, the locker
is opened at
pm and closed minutes later.
Like trading cash for pot.
Yeah.
Oh sh*t, sh*t! OK.
Fabien used his son as a mule.
Someone may have stolen
the kid's backpack
before Fabien was k*lled.
Things go wrong, the station is
on lockdown
and they must improvise.
So they give up on the backpack.
Which makes our b*mb squad
friends happy a few hours later.
Question is:
where did they go?
And we're back to square :
Four European countries and
, witnesses.
What a drag.
I agree.
In detail, they may,
at their request, be examined
by a doctor appointed
by the District Prosecutor
or the Judicial Police Officer.
If the police custody is extended,
the doctor adjudicates on whether
they are fit enough
to remain in custody and
announce any
useful findings.
So who do we interrogate?
The SNCF's members?
The hundreds of people working
at the kiosks, the restaurants, the cafés?
- Hey!
- Oh!
Are you f*cking kidding me?
Nico, look. Look at that.
Of course I can see that, meat
on my windshield.
No, no no.
The pieces of letters which
were printed on
kraft paper in Jules's bag.
Those weren't letters
but geometric forms.
Gabriel, you're gonna come with us
for an interrogation.
Why?
We found a connection
between your
father's m*rder and
drug trafficking.
And you're that connection.
Your colleague told us you left
your post for an urgent matter
a few minutes before
the station lockdown.
And just before your brother's
backpack got stolen.
That's not evidence.
Considering he didn't have a meltdown
when his bag was taken from him,
it sure looks like it.
I saw mom and Jules
an hour earlier than expected and
I freaked out.
But I swear I never used
the money from the trafficking.
I gave it all to my father and
told him I won it from online poker.
How long have you played
this little game?
Don't know.
Okay.
The lockers register will
tell us anyway.
You brought your brother into
drug trafficking, do you realize?
It's all his g*dd*mn fault!
My mother had to quit her job
because home care was too expensive.
And I have to work
in a crappy kebab place
to finance my studies.
We are dead broke
and he has to pay.
We are in this situation
because of him.
Do you realize you put
your parents in danger?
It's not some Colombian cartel.
Just a friend from school
who moved to Belgium.
He regularly goes to the Netherlands
and brings back some pot.
No one d*ed!
"No one d*ed"?
We checked the
"high school friend" story,
he was indeed the one
traveling back and forth
and stopping at the lockers
to make the trades.
Fabien always used the same code,
Jules' birthdate.
So no cat-k*lling cartel?
Not a chance. And no turf w*r either.
Gabriel wasn't dealing
at the station
but at the university.
Forensics concluded their investigation
on the bills confetti pieces
and they rounded it up to €.
So it makes sense.
Okay so no more connection
between Gabriel's drug ring
and his father's m*rder, right?
But wait, there's more.
The Cyber division searched
through his computer down to the ROM.
They didn't find anything on Camille,
the mother,
but they found out that Fabien
had a secondary email account.
- It looks like spam.
- It is.
I flipped through it and found
digital receipts
for lunches for in a restaurant,
always the same.
I sent Arthur there
and when he showed the owner
a picture of Fabien, he confirmed
he had been there.
But when he showed a picture of Camille,
he didn't recognize her.
So Fabien was with a woman
but she wasn't Camille.
Is that why Camille came in earlier
on the day of the m*rder?
She wanted to bust her husband
with his mistress?
It seems so.
Do you hear me? Shut the hell up.
Do you hear me?
Are you proud of yourself?
Do you see what you've done?
- Let him go!
- f*ck! What?!
- Calm down!
- What?!
Let your brother go now!
Sure you're in trouble.
You've been going through a rough patch
these last few years.
But have you ever wondered
how he was living it?
I pulled some strings
to get you to sleep at home tonight.
But you'll have to explain
yourself to the DEA.
And you're not to leave Île-de-France
until further notice.
I'm doing this for Jules' sake,
so he won't be placed.
Now cut the crap and behave!
Sit down. Sit!
We received statements from
the victim's colleagues.
One security guard told us
that a week ago,
Fabien asked him a lot of questions
about the security system.
What kind of questions?
He pretended
to be interested in the job,
maybe switching careers to security
while only asking about
the cameras coverage, dead angles,
and particularly the ones from
the technical wing where he was k*lled.
You're saying that
a week prior to his m*rder,
our victim asked for security holes
in the area he was k*lled?
Exactly.
What a mess.
Yes Gabriel?
Slow down, slow down,
I don't under... What?
sh*t.
If something happened to him,
I won't forgive myself.
- Don't say that.
- I was in charge of him.
I looked away for a second,
he jumped from the bus
and I lost him in the crowd.
f*ck!
If I hadn't gotten angry at him,
this wouldn't have happened!
There's an APB for him
in every station.
Two cars are patrolling the area.
We'll find him, don't worry.
I'm listening, where?
When?
I'll call you back.
Raphaëlle.
I am not certain whether to pursue
my formation at the Police Academy.
What?
Wait, Astrid, do you know
what that means?
It means no longer
participating in investigations
with the criminal police.
It's crazy!
You're more qualified
than most cops I know.
No,
- it can't be, Astrid.
- Yes, it can.
Yesterday,
Anne Langlais put me in an oppressive
and inappropriate situation
for which I could not find an
adequate behavior.
That's why
you were troubled yesterday.
If she's messing with you,
she's messing with me!
Raphaëlle.
You do not understand.
If I cannot face Anne Langlais,
I will not be able to face an examiner.
I am qualified, yes.
But...
I do not know how to convey it.
Because the exam is
an insurmountable obstacle for me.
I am not able...
I am not able to pass this exam.
Like Jules.
Jules is not able to tell
what he saw at the station.
Here.
Here are our limits.
No Astrid, listen,
- we'll find a way...
- Jules!
Sorry, sorry, forgive me.
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We found him walking
on the line H tracks, Gare du Nord.
With the APB,
we identified him immediately.
Thanks for bringing him back.
Raphaëlle. Line H.
Persan Beaumont. There.
Line H.
Jules gave me this photo earlier.
I think that what he
wanted to show me
is the information board
on the platform.
There.
Persan Beaumont on line H,
like the tracks we found him on.
Exactly.
Also like the line from which he keeps
recitingt he stations in his echolalia.
I opened everything I could
about line H.
Line plan, schedules, maps.
If there's anything to find,
it's here.
There is a station missing.
How so?
"Les Glaïeuls" station.
It does not exist
on the SNCF plan lines.
Yet Jules recites it every time:
"Les Glaïeuls, :".
What does "Les Glaïeuls"
stand for?
Is it an old station,
one that was closed, what is it?
A bus stop.
Look, between this station
and this station,
there's a bus stop with this name.
And a specialized center
for diagnosis and monitoring of autism.
It is about m from the bus stop.
Bravo Jules.
Jules was a lovely kid.
We supported him years ago.
By the way, I brought
the photo album from that year.
Thanks.
There are plenty of photos
of him and his parents inside.
How were his parents towards him?
Involved,
open.
When Jules first came, I think his mother
still believed she could cure him.
You can not cure autism
as autism is not a disease.
- Exactly.
- Exactly.
She quickly realized
her son's true potential.
She stopped trying to change him
- and started trying to understand him.
- Excuse me.
Sorry, who's that woman?
That's Isabelle Maupa,
Tom's mother, the kid
playing with Jules here.
- But...
- But what?
That's a tragic story.
Tom passed away last year
from an epileptic seizure.
His mother completely lost it
and held us responsible.
She started harassing
one of our colleagues
and became very violent.
I need to call Arthur.
He brought the kids back home.
This woman here,
she's the Boyer's neighbor.
She is the woman Jules tried
to tell us about from the start.
Because he identified her
as dangerous.
Arthur's not answering, sh*t!
Has anybody seen Arthur?
I should have realized sooner.
Okay guys, we need to find
Isabelle Maupa's flat.
Oh sh*t! Arthur!
I don't know what happened.
She injected me with something, I think.
My head started spinning,
I couldn't do anything, I'm sorry.
- Okay, we've got a huge problem.
- What?
Isabelle and the kids
aren't at her home.
Because Isabelle never lived here.
Are you okay, Arthur?
Yeah, I feel like sh*t but I'm okay.
Good, good.
- Come on.
- Come on.
So we have a psychologically
fragile woman
who went berserk at her
autistic son’s death.
She rejects her loss,
transfers her affection on another
kid from the center, Jules,
becomes part of his family life,
and even makes them believe
she lives next door to
approach them.
How is that possible?
Even I was fooled.
She arrived with her groceries.
In this kind of building,
neighbors cross, say hi,
but don’t really know each other.
Isabelle Maupa doesn’t
have a known address.
She left her apartment in
Argenteuil just
after her son's death but
since then, nothing.
However, she inherited
her mother’s
house years ago.
Officially the house
isn’t declared as
her main home
but she’s the owner.
- Let’s go.
- Yeah.
There, candies.
And apple juice for you.
Here.
Come on in.
- Where are we?
- Home!
Come, there’s some snacks.
You want a plate?
What would you like?
Some apple juice for you too.
Jules is having a meltdown.
We have to do something.
- No, he isn’t.
- Yes, yes, he is.
He isn’t fine.
I know when he’s having
a meltdown
and he isn’t having a
meltdown, okay?
Candies?
Help yourself,
I’ll let you take whatever.
There are plenty of
things. There
are also warm pastries
if you want.
Jules?
Jules?
Jules?
Calm down. There.
I know damn well what
a meltdown is.
Everything’s going to be fine,
I have it under control.
Gabriel?
Gabriel?
La Barre Ormesson :.
- Enghien les Bains :.
- Gabriel? What are you doing?
Gabriel?
Line H to Persan Beaumont.
Everything’s fine Jules.
I just gave him a small
something to
help him relax.
That’s all.
He shouldn’t be like this. sh*t.
Line H to Persan Beaumont.
Next departure from Paris at :.
Epinay Villetaneuse :.
La Barre Ormesson :.
Enghien les Bains :.
Ermont Eaubonne :.
Line H to Persan Beaumont.
Come.
Come on, let’s go.
Jules?
Jules? Jules?
Look at me, look at me, look
at me, look at me.
Line H to
Persan Beaumont.
Line H to
Persan Beaumont.
Line H to
Persan Beaumont.
Line H to Persan Beaumont.
Gabriel? Jules?
There! There!
Mom!?
Quiet! Untie me!
Untie me! Please!
Nico?
It wasn’t supposed to
be like this.
It’s all Fabien’s fault.
This w*apon is old,
it’s unreliable.
Wouldn’t want to hurt
her, right?
Put it down.
Look.
You won’t take Jules from me.
It’s over, Isabelle.
The house is surrounded.
No. No, it can’t
end like this.
I’m keeping my kid.
Jules isn’t your kid.
Shut up.
We have a shoulder wound.
I repeat, we have a
shoulder wound.
What happened yesterday
at the train station?
Isabelle asked me to follow her
while pointing the g*n at me.
She looked crazy.
She had already sh*t Fabien,
I was scared she would harm Jules,
so I followed her.
To lead her as far away
as possible.
Fabien had sensed something,
he found her invasive.
Scary even.
I should have listened to him.
Why were you at the
station yesterday?
Because his g*n had disappeared.
I was so scared, I knew
he would do something bad.
Wait,
Fabien was the one with a g*n?
On the right, guys.
Mom.
Yes?
Yeah Astrid?
How is Jules?
He’s fine.
In the end,
Jules’ real victory is having
managed to communicate
with his brother.
Jules
has always been communicative,
in his own way.
It’s others who
didn’t understand him.
Don’t worry, I’ll bring your
headset back.
Thank you,
Raphaëlle.
You’re welcome.
I’m hanging up.
Okay.
Fabien felt cornered.
He was at his wit’s end.
He tried to lead Isabelle
away from his family.
He wanted to press
charges against her.
What stopped him?
Isabelle threatened to
hurt his wife.
She went as far as k*lling
their cat
to show she wasn’t kidding.
Something’s bothering me.
If this woman is so radical,
why not k*ll the kids’ parents?
She’s not a k*ller.
She didn’t premeditatedly
k*ll Fabien.
On the other hand, Fabien
wanted to k*ll her.
What do you mean?
Fabien told Isabelle to meet him
in a desolate corner at
the station with the
intention of putting an
end to her blackmailing.
In the worst way possible.
By k*lling her.
Problem is Camille arrived
with Jules,
it screwed his plan up and
when Isabelle arrived,
he still took his g*n out.
She tried to take it,
the sh*t went off,
Fabien was k*lled.
Isabelle told the truth.
It wasn’t supposed
to be like this.
Excuse me Astrid,
this person is in charge of your
formation at the Police Academy.
I thought it might be important
so I let her in.
I know who she is.
- I’m off now.
- Thank you.
It was null.
What was?
The report you gave
me yesterday.
It was null.
It was referring to a
custody not having
respected certain
points of the judicial procedure.
Consequently,
the examination report
and the confession it held
were null
and void.
You barely looked at it.
I am qualified.
Why didn’t you come
to class today?
Why attend classes only
to learn what I already know,
if the goal is
out of my league?
What makes you say it’s
out of your league?
It is what you
demonstrated yesterday.
I am not capable of
passing this exam.
No.
Yes.
No.
I may have gone the wrong way
about it, but I want to
help you be
capable, on the contrary.
Listen,
the examiners won’t spare you,
they won’t hold back.
They’ll try to make you fail.
They’ll do everything to
destabilize you,
to trap you.
But I don’t want that to happen.
Why?
Because the institution
is like this.
It doesn’t like people
who are different.
People who break ranks,
people who step out of line.
Not this why.
Why do you not want
it to happen?
Because it’s my job!
Your job is to make me ready,
but you say you do
not want me to fail.
Wanting
is personal.
Why?
Because...
Because...
Because it would have
mattered a lot to your father.
You knew Dad?
You are the woman with
the amber perfume.
Sorry?
You are the woman
with the amber perfume.
Dad would go out often at night,
telling me it was for work.
But when he would come back,
he smelled of women's perfume.
An amber smell.
I never knew who it was.
But I always knew he
was dating someone.
And I never understood why
he would not tell me.
I did not find the right time
to ask him.
And then
he d*ed.
He didn’t want it to be too
hard of a change for you.
As soon as we started dating,
he told me he already
had someone in his life.
That he would only give me
the time
he had left outside of
caring for his daughter.
I had accepted it.
The last time we ate together,
he was ready.
He wanted us to meet,
we had even decided on a date.
Then…
He d*ed.
He d*ed.
No touching.
03x05 - Témoin
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Astrid is autistic and has an incredible memory, so she is very useful in analyzing files.
Astrid is autistic and has an incredible memory, so she is very useful in analyzing files.