All language subtitles for E02 de JO

Oh, here it comes.

Someone was out partying last night.

Sheer panic is what kept me awake.

Nina, you're as beautiful
now as you were ten years ago.

Jean Pelletier is lucky to share
the stage with you.

They think it's going to
last forever.

And we know it doesn't.

Pretty soon all they'll be
good for is one of those pathetic

reality shows.

Sour grapes make bitter wine,
Elodie.

I don't care enough to be bitter.

Then why bring it up?

Is she bothering you?

Where have you been?

Rubbing shoulders with Yves,
Camille, Diane.

They're all here.

All that matters...
is that you're here.

I don't want to mess up Ellis'
great work. See you afterwards.

Good luck.

Call.

Boom.

Whoa!

Goddamn cop.

Nice play, Jo.

I'm done. For your widows
and orphans.

See you around.

Jo.

Jo!

What the hell does that mean,
"See you around"?

You going boy scout on us?

You don't drink, you don't smoke.

You're taking that heart attack
crap too seriously.

I gotta work.

Her name is Nina Okoro.

She was a guest at a fashion
event on the first level.

Witness on the ground saw her first.

No one we spoke to saw her fall.

Nina Okoro? She was like a hot
model 20 years ago.

Yes,
she's from the coast of Senegal.

I had a major crush on her.

Miss Okoro, did somebody do
this to you?

Can you hear me?

Somebody tried to grab
her before she fell.

Her assailant had second thoughts.

Or he had other plans for her.

Season 1, Episode 2: Pigalle

Why can't I talk to the doctor?

I'm sorry, sir, you'll have to wait.

They won't tell me anything...

What do you think happened?

I don't know. She was...
very nervous about tonight.

She did it for Jean Pelletier.

She was his inspiration for
so many years.

She was presenting him
with an award.

They kept calling her name
but she didn't come out.

You did what?

I went to look for her.

I called her cell, no answer.

I assumed she'd had an anxiety
attack and had gone home.

But you stayed behind.

In case she came back.

How long have you been together?

A couple of years.
I moved in with her last year.

We want to start a family.

I already have kids
from my marriage but...

Nina always wanted a child.
So you're divorced?

It's very amicable.

I take care of my wife and kids,
there's no animosity.

Sorry, before you mentioned
an anxiety attack...

Yes, she hasn't been before this
crowd, you know,

since she stopped modelling.

The last few weeks have been very
stressful for her.

Professionally. Yeah.

She's been hired to be
a judge on a reality show.

It's her first break for a long
time. She was so nervous.

Always worrying whether she was
going to get fired...

Sorry, we found this on a staircase,
this necklace, in the tower.

Do you recognise it?

Yeah, I gave it to her
six months ago.

She was wearing it the last time
I saw her.

Sorry...

Now it's a murder.

Cause of death was closed
head trauma,

from bouncing off the wrought iron.

You have strangulation marks?

Manual strangulation,
imprint of two hands. Probably male.

How hard was he strangling her?

Enough to cause petechial
haemorrhages. He wanted to kill her.

Now this bruise is man-made.

You can see
the imprint of someone's hand.

She was fighting back
and he tried to stop her.

What about these? Scratches from
human fingernails, front to back.

And the scratches on her ankle?

Man-made,
carved in a downward swipe.

Or when the ankle slipped
out of his hand.

I want pictures of everything.

Adele agreed to have
coffee with you.

Tomorrow, after she gets off work.

Good.

She has conditions.
Her personal life is off limits.

Only she gets to ask the questions.
And no advice from you.

Look, she may seem tough,
but on the inside, she's all glass.

She's had a very hard childhood.

I know. I was there for some of it.

I told her
about the changes you made.

How're you holding up?

Good luck, Jo.

Miss Okoro's necklace
was found here -

it's the staircase
used by the maintenance workers.

Somebody brought her
here for a reason...

The guardrail's lower here.

It'd be easier to push her off.

Normand, stand there,
back against the rail.

Ah, Jo, I got a thing about heights.

Close your eyes.
Bayard, hands around his neck.

Normand, bring up your left arm.

Bayard,
grab it with your right hand.

Yes. Nina's prints were found here,
from her right hand.

So, she rolled to her left
and grabbed the rail.

Normand - yes.

He grabbed her right shoulder,

she started climbing to get
away from him.

I ain't climbing anywhere, Jo...

He grabbed her ankle, but too late.

The killer was strangling
her to death,

but he didn't want her to fall.

He didn't want her broken,
disfigured.

No, because he cared.
Serge Montaigne, the boyfriend.

Mr Montaigne gave me strict orders
not to let anybody into his office.

Has he been in today?

He left an hour ago.

He's been re-calculating
the company's earnings

for the past eight quarters.

Is the company in trouble?
I don't know.

He's been living here. He left Nina?

Three weeks ago. He told me
to stop putting her calls through.

Why did he leave her?

Your intuition.

I think he got cold feet.
About marrying her.

She'd been wanting to.

Then three days ago, he asked me to
get copies of his birth certificate,

their apartment lease
and their electricity bill.

That's everything you
need for a marriage licence.

He's changed his mind.

Maybe his wife knows why.

It's no mystery why.
I finally agreed to a divorce.

We'd both moved on.

Yes, but you still
wear your wedding ring.

So, only Serge has moved on.

You're an expert on marriage?

I don't think you'd let him
go so easily.

He left you for a model.
As if you're not beautiful enough.

Serge is a good father,
that's all I care about.

Have you talked to him lately?

No.

Now I have a ton of things to
do before the kids get home...

No, no, no, you stay with us.

Who's picking the kids up?
Isn't school out right now?

Ah, the kids have their music
lesson today.

I'll pick them up later.

It's just that it says right here
that the music lesson's tomorrow.

Go show Mommy your drawings.

Mommy, mommy!

Nina kept after me.

I wasn't sure I wanted to
jump into another marriage.

I needed space to think.

And finally I realised I wanted to
spend the rest of my life with Nina.

You realised
she had you by the balls.

Excuse me?

We found these in the trunk of your
car, along with her computer.

She had copies of emails between you

and four law firms detailing
an illegal fee-splitting scheme.

You bilked 12
million from your investors.

For the last year,
she was happy just living together.

Three weeks ago, she started
insisting that we get married.

I wasn't ready.
I wanted to go home to my family.

So I left her.

She started blackmailing me,
she threatened to ruin me.

I couldn't let her do that
so I gave in.

A very romantic premise.
She didn't care.

She was thrilled, like it was
a weight off her shoulders.

You were content to be
trapped in this marriage with her?

There are worse things than being
married to a beautiful woman.

Beautiful or not,
once the love is out, it's over.

Anything's better than prison.

Yeah. But you could never be sure
she wouldn't turn on you.

I didn't kill her.

Your phone records show that you
called your wife

five minutes after
Nina's body was found.

Yeah, I was upset.
I had to talk to someone.

So you called your wife

to commiserate about your dead
mistress? No! No,

you called
her to tell her you'd done it.

You were free to come home.

No.

That's not why I called her.

What?
You called her to see where she was.

Because you were afraid
she killed Nina.

I have to get the groceries.

Mrs Montaigne will be back
in an hour. You can come back then.

What?
Talk to her. She's hot for you.

Miss, excuse me,
do you have a boyfriend?

Because my partner wants to know,
but he's too stuck-up to ask.

Never mind. We'll come back later.

I don't...

.. have anyone in particular.

Oh...

I'm surprised.

Excuse me, could you tell me,
were you home on Monday night?

Yes. I'm in most nights. Reading.

Oh, nice. And Mrs Montaigne,
was she home?

She went out to run, after the
children were asleep, about nine.

She does that most nights.

Does that help?
Yes, a lot. Thank you.

And what sort of time did
she come home?

Just after ten.

Well, I heard her cleaning out
Mr Montaigne's old office.

In the middle of the night?

She said Mr Montaigne was coming
home. She was very happy.

She'd filled two garbage
bags already.

So much for chatting her up.

I've never had a date end
up in a garbage room before.

You live a charmed life.

No bloody running clothes.

The TV show Nina got hired on - you
remember what company was doing it?

Uh, yeah, I think Paris One Studios.

Mrs Montaigne got
the receipts from their parking lot.

I know you were at my home.

Flirting with my maid -
that's rather low.

Was Nina Okoro as beautiful
in person as she is in pictures?

I have no idea.
I never met the woman.

You visited her at her TV studio.

Apparently you made her very upset.

She was blackmailing my husband.

I wanted to have a civilised
conversation with her.

But you wouldn't believe her
narcissism.

She had the nerve to play
victim to me.

Saying I had no idea what it
was like to have a gun to my head.

Please. She was the one threatening
my children's financial security.

Monday night,
where did you go running?

The Tuileries Gardens, as always.

And no,
I didn't have a running partner.

But I passed a hundred people who
saw me, why don't you find them?

Oh, we will.

But you can make it from the gardens
to the Tower in ten minutes.

Actually, I could make it in seven.
But I wasn't there.

So your story is, you ran around the
Tuileries Garden, then went home.

Cleaning out your husband's
old office?

Why?

You told your maid your husband
was coming home.

Why did you think that?

Because of Serge's message that he
left on my voicemail.

He said...

"It's over. I'm coming home. "

I thought he meant
he was leaving Nina for good.

I never imagined that he'd kill her.

You think he killed her?

Yes...

Don't you?

Yeah, I had every reason
to kill her.

But I have three children.

I would never do anything that would
take me away from them.

The wife thinks her husband did it.

Yeah, and he thinks she did it.

Which means neither of them did.

Back to square one. Two days wasted.

I hear you're cleaning your act up.

It's nobody's business.

You work for me,
everything you do is my business.

You doing it alone?

That's very unwise.

Take that from someone who's
ten years sober.

There was something strange Mrs
Montaigne said -

Nina told her she had a gun
to her head.

Who do models confide in?

Maybe the man she inspired.

I met her when she was 18.

She fled Senegal to avoid female
circumcision.

Brave girl, but naive.

The first time I dressed her,

it was as if my clothes had been
made for her all along.

She talked about having
a gun to her head.

Any idea what that was about?

No.

But three weeks ago
she was looking through this album

and she kept bringing up Galliano,
and Kate, people ruined by scandal.

She said there were things in her
past nobody knew about.

She was worried about getting
fired from that TV show.

Why?

Insecurity.

These models,
we make them out to be goddesses,

but at heart they're
nervous little girls.

There's a picture missing here.

It was there when Nina was looking
through the album.

Maybe she took it. What was it?

Er...

Ah, yes... the banana print skirt.
Very whimsical.

It was taken around 1995.

She was at the height of her career.
Maybe 21 years old.

Do you have a copy of it?

No, but Egon would.

Egon?
Egon Kroemer, the photographer.

He's the only person who's known
Nina longer than me.

In fact, he introduced us.

The banana-print
skirt? How could I forget?

Pelletier's whole line that season
was one big goddamn fruit salad.

Pelletier Summer Show, 1995.

Any idea why Nina would want to
steal that photo?

You assume that she needed a reason.
Nina was very impulsive.

After all, she jumped off the effing
Eiffel Tower.

It is still too big!

What makes you think she jumped?

The last time I saw her, last week,
she was totally irrational.

What did she do?
She called me one night, hysterical.

She was in a dive in Pigalle
and she insisted I come and get her.

Then she tried to drag me
to some strip joint.

Maybe she was trying to seduce you.

Well, I might've accepted,

if only as a thank you for helping
her get that TV job.

But she wouldn't shut up about her
gutless boyfriend.

So I drove her home.
Tell me we're ready for this shot.

Thank you.

And you, you
don't move a goddamn muscle.

Shoot... Now!

Perfect! Next we're gonna do black.

You selling paint?

I am selling an idea.

A beautiful girl.

You should have seen her at 16,
when I discovered her.

She was working in a bakery.

She'd light up the place
with one look.

Here, her soul is dying.

Three weeks ago Nina was worried
about a scandal

destroying her career.

And three weeks ago was when she
started pressing Serge to marry her.

You know, maybe as insurance,
against a scandal.

La Danse Sauvage.
Josephine Baker.

The dancer!

I guess it wasn't
a question on your college exam.

She was a black girl, an American,

she danced at the Folies Bergeres
in the 1920s.

She did that dance,
La Danse Sauvage,

wearing nothing except a skirt
made of bananas.

Nina wearing Pelletier's dress,
it's an inside joke.

Yeah, I get it.

But it still doesn't explain why
Nina wanted that photo.

One thing at a time. Hit the siren.

Punch a hole in this traffic.

Why, what's the hurry?
You got a date?

Yes. With your mother.

You know what, Jo? I've been your
partner for two years now

and I think in that time
I might have earned some respect.

You know why you became my partner?

Because all my other partners,
they quit.

So will you, in a couple of years.

But I have to say, you
are the smartest partner I've had.

And the prettiest.

If you want a drink, go ahead.
I don't care.

I'm on the wagon for good.
You want anything?

I like the steak here.

Just coffee.

This is where my mother
met my father. He was an American.

When I was old enough,
I started coming here, in case

I'd run into him.

Thirty five years.

Right, Freddie?

Every night, ten to eleven.

How was work today?

Nothing but rainbows
and happy faces.

I want to say sorry.

I made a list...

Here.

That's it? That's your list?

My piano recital.

I was drunk.

I started singing along.

I remember.

You punched my teacher.

In front of all of my friends.
I was eleven.

Mom said when she was pregnant with
me, you told her to get rid of me.

I was an asshole.

I'm trying not to
be that guy any more.

I know you coming here tonight
is more than I deserve.

I know that.
I want to make it up to you.

I want to take care of you.

Do you know what your boyfriend
is up to?

It won't end well.

What?

You beat him up.

God damn it.

Everything OK, Mr Jo?

That's it.

That's all of them.

You dragged me out for a strip show?

I was reading my kid
a bedtime story.

You'll like this
bedtime story better.

Go ahead.

And now... Please welcome the
Landing Strip's tribute...

This is the club Nina wanted to
bring the photographer to.

.. the Queen of the Jazz Age,
the Bronze Venus, Josephine Baker!

She's stunning.

Just like her mother was at her age.

♪ J'ai deux amours

♪ Mon pays et Paris

♪ Par eux toujours

♪ Mon coeur est ravi. ♪

Jasmine Bellan?

Yes?

We'd like to
talk to you about Nina Okoro.

Why?

Anyone ever told you
you look like her?

Good night, Jas.

People say all kinds
of things to you in a strip club.

The high cheekbones,
the shape of your eyes.

She could be your mother.

My mother sells metro
tickets at Villiers-Le-Bel.

Have you ever met Nina?

Supermodels don't hang out with me.

The bouncer said she came
in to see your act last week.

I don't look at my customers
when I dance.

Last thing.
Have you ever seen this photo?

Nina is 21 here.

Like you, I'm guessing.
Wearing a banana skirt, like you.

I heard about this person dying.

I'm sorry but, her life and mine,

it's two different
parts of the universe.

Excuse me.

Jasmine Bellan, born 1991 in Paris.
Given up for adoption.

Orphanage then in foster care
until she was 17.

Um, are there any birth
parents listed?

She was birthed under X,

meaning the birth mother chose to
remain anonymous.

I know there are private records,

hospital forms that list
birth parents.

This is the woman who might be
the girl's mother.

Nina Okoro. The model who died?

Yes.

Well my day just got interesting.

The hospital records were recently
attached to Jasmine's file.

For the birth mother,
it is Nina Okoro.

For the father,
just the initials "EK".

EK.

Egon Kroemer.

I guess "discovering"
Nina meant knocking her up.

Any reason those records were just
put into Jasmine's file?

Because a month ago,

she came in wanting to initiate
contact with her birth mother.

She had a letter she wanted us
to give her.

Ms Okoro refused
the request for contact.

The scandal Nina was
worried about is Jasmine.

Nina was sixteen
when she got pregnant.

Kroemer was in his early 30s...

Is there any other
name on the hospital record,

like a doctor or a nurse?

There's the signature of the midwife
who delivered the baby -

a Sister Anna Juliana.

No last name.

Oh, a nun with no last name.
Piece of cake.

Call her mother.
Don't shake her hand.

Women like her don't have much
contact with men, let alone cops.

Mother Anna?

This is the detective that we
talked about on the phone.

Hello Mother.

Well aren't you a big one?

I want to talk about Nina Okoro.

You helped deliver her baby 20
years ago. Do you remember?

How did you meet her?

She came to the clinic where
I volunteered as a nurse.

She was terrified, she'd been raped,
she was bleeding,

she had bruises on her body.

This wasn't reported to the police?

She didn't trust the police.

She only trusted me because she was
taught by nuns in Senegal.

Did she say who raped her?

No. She didn't want to make
trouble for him.

Even when she found out
she was pregnant.

Nina decided to give up
the baby for adoption.

But she couldn't resist holding her
after she was born...

You found the girl?

Yes. She's beautiful,
like her mother. She's a dancer.

Very talented.

A "dancer"?
You mean she takes her clothes off.

Life's hard enough for any
young woman,

let alone one who grew
up in foster homes.

Nice talking to you, Detective.

God protect you.

Thank you.

Don't you know any normal nuns?

You mean the kind who sing folk
songs and rescue kittens?

No. Adele told me that it
didn't go very well.

I want to hit myself in the head.

She's better off
if I leave her alone.

She won't be.

I didn't tell you
because I didn't think it mattered.

She didn't want to see me,
and now she's dead, so it's over.

Did she find you?
Or did you find her?

I found her.
I went to her apartment building.

She barely said five words to me.

Did she say why
she came to your club?

No. She gave me a picture.

She said that's all
she could help me with.

No money, no help with my career -
as if I wanted that anyway.

And what did you want?

A relationship with her.
She said it was impossible.

That it would upset the people
that she worked with.

Did she say anyone in particular?

Some guy.

Some big photographer.

He doesn't know about me.

He thinks she had an abortion.

Whoa, are you OK?

I'm exhausted.

I need to go home
and crash before I go to work.

Did Nina tell you...

how she got pregnant?

She got raped.

She said she loved me all the same.

She loved me and she threw me away.

Nina had sex with me
back then to help her career.

Which was smart.
Because I did help her career.

The nurse who treated her said
she was bruised and bleeding.

Her first time, it's only natural.

You spilled your coffee.
What?

You have ruined my equipment.

That's not the equipment
you should be worried about.

I can take you, Detective.

Bayard, take a walk.

Hey, no wait, wait...
What do you want with me?

Minute by minute,
what happened at the award show?

Why would I kill her?

Maybe she was gonna tell everybody
you raped her when she was 16.

That was 20 years ago.

She didn't have any proof that
I even had sex with her.

She did. A daughter.

That's why Nina wanted you to
go to the strip club.

Your daughter works there.
God! She told me she was pregnant.

I... I said if she wanted to have a
career, she had to get rid of it.

And I thought that she did it.

Your daughter found Nina.
It was all going to come out.

We think you tried to stop it.
Start writing.

That stupid manipulative cow
and her...

Show some respect.

If Nina was threatening me,
why did she try to seduce me?

Hm? That night that she called me
from Pigalle,

she insisted that
I bring her home with me.

And then she was all over me...
she bit my lip!

I... Yeah, I got a picture.

It was an incredible turn-on,
actually.

Ja, but then Nina,
she changed her mind.

She used a handkerchief to stop it
bleeding

and then she shoved the handkerchief
into her purse

and she just rushed out.

She left me in quite a state,
I might add.

What would you have done
if I'd left you in there?

You can't do that, Jo.

The bloody handkerchief Nina took...

what if she just wanted his blood?
Maybe for testing.

For what, paternity? She already
knew he was Jasmine's father.

I want to check with
National Health,

see if she had any blood
tests lately.

Mm?

Yeah, she came in ten days ago to
get an HLA tissue test.

The standard test for compatibility
for a bone marrow stem cell

transplant.
Miss Okoro had bone marrow cancer?

No, she wanted to be a donor.

A donor to who?
Miss Okoro didn't say.

She brought a print-out
of the recipient's blood work

but the name was crossed out.

The people most likely to be
a good match are close relatives,

like a parent or a child?

Yeah.

Was Nina a match?

No. She was very upset.

But she came back the next day
with a bloody handkerchief

and said it belonged to a close
relative of the recipient.

She wanted me to test it
but I couldn't.

The sample was dry.

Can you check if this person is on
the waiting list for a transplant?

Jasmine Bellan.

Sure.

That's why she wanted to find Nina.

She has cancer,
she needed Nina for a transplant.

Why didn't she tell us?
What was there to hide?

Nina tried to help Jasmine.

But not at first.
She was worried about a scandal.

And then she changed her mind.

What if Nina never told Jasmine
she got herself tested?

She was too upset or she was hoping
for a better result with Egon.

You're dying of cancer

and the one person you think might
be able to save you won't.

You'd be pretty angry.

Yeah, Jasmine Bellan
is on the waiting list.

She's registered at Didot Hospital.

That's where Nina died.

That's the nearest
hospital to the Eiffel Tower.

Can bone marrow cells be
harvested from a dead person?

Yeah, if they're brain-dead.

By law, organs and tissue
are harvested

from all brain-dead patients.
Thank you.

The scratches on Nina's ankles -
the killer tried to catch her.

They didn't want her
falling 200 feet to the pavement.

They wanted her in one piece.

They wanted to strangle her

and leave her in a place she'd
be found quickly.

And taken to the nearest hospital.
Where Jasmine's waiting for a donor.

Jas only worked the first
show on Monday.

She was tired, she went home.

This hers?

Yeah. What kinda trouble is
she in anyway? Miss goody-two-shoes.

She doesn't drink, she doesn't
party. She's a real dancer.

She takes classes.

She drives a scooter?

Her boyfriend Dariel does.
He picks her up every night.

This Dariel, he have a last name?

Dariel "The-little-drummer-boy-
Jolie-wants-to-hump. "

So he's a drummer?
He's the guy on stage with her?

Not him. Dariel's our age.

He's white.

I know you. You used to hang
out at the Lucky Star.

And you hooked up with Koko for a
while. The Japanese dancer?

She said you were a lot of fun.

I have my moments.

Any idea what Dariel does
for a living?

He fixed our lights.

Yeah, they were always going out.

The boss was too cheap to fix it.

Dariel rewired everything for free.

Thank you.

An electrician.

Yeah. Maybe he does bigger jobs.

That Eiffel Tower job was three
months ago now.

We only had security clearances
for the duration of the job.

You had a kid working for you.
Dariel Bissonette

Business is slow. I laid him
off last month. Shame, you know?

He was a good kid, dependable.

Whose toolbox is this?

Nobody's.

This is, um... This is rope
for a djembe drum.

A drum player wouldn't just
leave that behind.

He said he had to go
out of town for some family thing.

I don't know where.
Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you.

I like that kid.

People who play African
drums are a pretty tight group.

Most of them
hang out at Parc de la Villette.

He's at an immigrant
squat in Goutte d'Or.

What are you talking about?
A white boy in here?

You cracked? I smell hash!
Are you smoking hash in there?

Break up, guys! It's the po-po!

In case you hadn't noticed,
you're under arrest, Dariel.

These were found on your
smartphone.

Google alerts, Twitter feeds.

You'd been following Nina Okoro
for two weeks.

You knew she was going to
be at the Eiffel Tower.

We, we were just interested in her.
She's, she's Jasmine's mother.

No, Dariel,

the lab matched your hands to these
marks around her neck.

You choked her out so she'd be
taken to the nearest hospital,

where Jasmine's waiting
for a transplant.

Nice plan. It took brains,
and commitment.

You have that commitment.

It broke your heart to watch
Jasmine grow weak

while her mother did nothing.

You gambled your freedom
to save her. I admire that.

So here's what we're going to do.

You tried to convince Nina
to help Jasmine.

She got angry, she hit you.
You grabbed her to defend yourself.

She climbed over the railing
to get away from you.

You tried to save her.
You grabbed her ankles.

You tell that story, I'll convince
the prosecutor to buy it.

I'll make sure Jasmine's not
charged as an accomplice.

You'd do anything for her.

Do this.

No.

I'm not saying anything.

She wouldn't help me.

She didn't want people to know that
she'd been raped,

that she had a kid
who was a stripper.

She was afraid for her career,
afraid of the guy who raped her.

She flipped out.
Weren't you angry with her?

I trust in God.
He'll find me a donor.

What about your boyfriend?
Does he trust in God?

All he knows is that he loves you
and wants you to live.

We know Dariel killed Nina.

He thinks by not talking that he's
gonna stay out of jail

and take care of you. But...

That's not realistic.

His choice is between 15 years
in prison and 30.

Yeah, OK, that's it. Don't talk.

But don't be sure that he won't, and
we can keep you here for three days.

You know what happens
over three days? People get tired.

Their tongues get loose.

If Dariel says that you even knew
what he was going to do,

then you'll go to prison too.

I'm dying anyway.

Listen, I'm sorry you have cancer.

Really.

But before you go to prison
you need to know this.

Four days before Dariel
killed your mother,

she got tested,
to know if she was compatible.

Did you know?

She wanted to help you.

She wouldn't do that.
She was too selfish.

Dariel is the only person
in the world who cares about me.

Dariel's plan nearly worked. Nina's
tissues and organs were harvested,

but she wasn't compatible with
Jasmine.

You're breaking my heart,
Lieutenant.

I want to close
the book on these lovebirds.

We haven't got anybody who saw
Dariel at the fashion show.

Other words,
you have no meaningful evidence.

As for a confession, their Sid
and Nancy act seems to be working.

Release them.

What, so they can just
disappear into the ether?

Jasmine is committed to Dariel.

I want to see how committed
he is to her.

Oh my God...

Look!

Hang on while I call them.

No, come on, let's just go there,
come on!

We found a compatible donor.

We can start the pre-transplant
conditioning

just as soon as you sign
these forms. Who...?

I can only tell you that it's a
woman in her late 30s.

Hold it.

This lady's from
the Prosecutor's office.

An injunction has been filed to
stop this transplant.

Stop it on what basis?

Under Amendments 18 and 19
of Article 39.1

of the Code of Criminal Procedures

preventing criminals
from profiting from their crimes.

Miss Bellan and Mr Bissonette are
suspects in the murder of the donor.

I spoke to your supervisor
on the phone.

No, no, no...

No!
I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do.

No, no, no!
Jasmine didn't do anything!

Don't say anything.

Until somebody convinces me
otherwise,

she is as much a suspect as you.

She's not getting that transplant.

We'll find another donor.

Every day she waits,
she gets sicker.

Shut up!

What's your commitment, Dariel?
Is it deeper than a tattoo?

She didn't know.

I didn't tell her until after...

Dariel, don't, I need you with me...
After what, Dariel?

I found Nina at the party,
I told her I'd make a scene

if she didn't follow me.

I took her to the utility area.

Don't...
I put my hands around her neck.

Don't, please...
I was choking her.

I thought of Jasmine.
Let go.

Beautiful, kind-hearted Jasmine.

You can have your transplant now.

You can live.

It's OK.

Thank you, Detective.

Detective?

You said she was a lawyer.
Wait! This was a trick?

What about the donation?
What about the transplant?

Your mother did have herself tested.
But she wasn't compatible.

She wanted to help you.

My mother?
Yes, your mother.

There's someone else who might have
what you need.

Meet your father.

Hey, Jo!
Jo... Good news.

Egon's compatible.

So at least he was good
for something.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Adele?

How long have you been here?

Are you OK?

I need to talk to you.

Did you really stop?

Yes. All of it.

Daddy, I'm sick.

I take so many pills...

I want to stop.