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Wait here, please.

- Hello, Doctor.
- Hello.

He won't listen.

Get my mum or I'll jump!

Stop it, Theo.

I want to see my mum. Go and get her.

Listen, Theo...

Listen to me.

No one is stopping
your mother visiting you.

You're lying!

Theo!

Get down from there, don't be silly.

I'll make sure she comes, I promise.

I'll call her myself.

Will you be okay?

Shit!

Ten minutes late already.

Don't worry, she'll be here.

I hope there's no problem.

No, she's just dawdling.

You'll have to be the serious one.
Like my husband.

David finds it hard enough
to look after himself,

let alone anyone else!

DEADLY HONEYMOON

Do I still have time to say "I do"?

Because the answer is: I do, I do, I do!

For better or for worse.

David chose me as his best man

not because I'm his best friend
and always have been...

but to buy my silence!

But I shall not give in
to emotional blackmail.

I shall reveal everything about
the mysterious David Delorme.

Tell us everything!

Once upon a time
there was disobedient little boy,

who got up to all sorts of mischief.

He fought, bit, punched,

broke girls' hearts,

and he liked nothing
better than to steal

your girlfriend off you!

To think she's only known him
for six months.

And they don't have a marriage contract!

She's in love.

It can only be by magic
that in less than six months

Emma has turned
the schoolyard George Clooney

into a husband and a dad-to-be.

He who swore
never to be hitched and hated kids!

He's got no job, either.

He's freelance.

Maybe I'm old-fashioned,

but a job that doesn't earn money
isn't a job.

It was I who introduced David,
my best friend,

to Emma,
the best psychiatrist in my team.

That was at a concert
given by Virginie...

my wife.

No one's going to forget Virginie.

I don't want to spoil the party.

To the happy couple!

I knew right away you were the one.

Really?

It was the opposite for me.

I thought, "What a dickhead!

"Arriving in the middle of a concert?

"I can't believe he's a friend
of Aurelien and Virginie."

What's wrong? You're trembling.

I'm scared you'll tire of me.

I know your reputation.

No, I'll never tire of you.

Never.

Everyone says that.

How will you prove it?

We'll go away for the weekend
to the house my mum left me.

It's a lovely little place.

- You seem to remember the way.
- Yeah.

And I haven't been for ages.

There's just one other house nearby.

With a barn.

When I was a kid
I thought an ogre lived there.

It's a bit scary.

I think it's magnificent.

There!

- Is this yours?
- Yeah.

It was my first.

- What music did you like?
- You'll laugh.

Just a sec...

No!

Don't laugh!

You were a romantic, deep down.

That's so sweet!

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

I'll chop some wood.

Without a fire tonight
we'll freeze to death.

Shit!

David!

David?

David?

Is that you?

What are you doing?

What's going on?

Help.

We'll get you to hospital
and take care of you.

Sir, we've found a guy by the lake.

David?

You know him?

He's my husband.

Emma!

How did you get yourself
into that state?

Emma, what happened, are you hurt?

Emma, what's going on? Emma!

I want my husband.

No, we have some questions.

- She's my wife!
- Calm down.

Let me get to her! Emma!

Good morning.

You're back with us.

- My baby...?
- Is fine.

And so are you. You were lucky.

It was very close to the femoral artery.

We've sewn up
the top part of your thigh.

Where's my husband?

I'm Major Loison. Remember me?

- I wanted to ask you...
- Hello!

Hello. I'm Soraya Lakhdar, police.

- What are you doing here?
- Sorry?

This murder was committed
in a gendarme zone.

But Madam is from Marseille,
so it's for the police.

We found Mrs Delorme
and apprehended her husband.

You are not taking this case off us.

The prosecutor wants us both
on the case.

If you'd stop tiring my patient
with your ego contest,

it would be nice!

We'll sort it out later.

Do you have any enemies?

No, I don't think so.

You're a psychiatrist
in a crisis centre.

Yes, I work with problem teenagers.

A dangerous job, right,
with unstable patients?

Maybe, but I can't see any of them
doing this to me.

Mrs Delorme...

That's been your name
since two days ago, right?

- Yes.
- You've just got married.

Did the two of you have an argument?

That's enough.

We'll let her get some rest.

My card. Call me anytime.

I'm leaving, don't touch me!

That was really tactful!

If it was her husband,
he'll do it again.

In my experience,
the obvious suspect is rarely the culprit.

And my experience has taught me
always to expect the worst.

Especially with couples.

David?

They wouldn't let me go.
I came as soon as I could.

I'm here now.

That's good, everything's fine.

You really were very lucky.

- Can you hear its heart?
- Yes.

The cops asked where you were
during the attack.

Where were you?

I was gathering kindling
and I fell in a duck trap.

- And you didn't see the guy?
- No, I didn't.

Don't you believe me?

Well, yes. It's just that...

I found mouldy ham
from last summer in the fridge.

But you hadn't been there for 15 years.

Even longer, maybe.

So, do you think
someone had been squatting there?

The guy came back,
and freaked out when he saw me.

I can explain the ham.
A friend stayed there one weekend.

But the gendarmes
didn't believe anything I said.

I got in touch with a lawyer,
a guy I know well.

Why? We have nothing to hide.

Everything points at me.

My prints were on the axe
and I have a motive.

If you were to die,
I'd inherit everything.

That's ridiculous.

It's protection from the cops.

They're trying to protect me.

Thanks.

Wait...

Hopeless, aren't I?

Come here.

We'll do this properly.

Darling!

What...?

Come on in.

May I ask why you're here?

It's Emma's house.
Her father left it to her.

It's our house now.

What exactly happened? How's the baby?

Who could want to harm her?

Let us get our breath!

David...

Do you want to come
and recover at our house?

It's only 200 kilometres.

We can be there in just over two hours.

I'll mollycoddle you.
You can really relax.

You think I'll be making her
do the housework, then?

Don't take it the wrong way.

It's just for Emma's sake.

You can go if you want.

No, I'll stay.

Are you sure?

Your room's all ready.

I'm sure, Mum.

If you change your mind,
you know you're welcome.

Well...

I'll call you tomorrow morning.

Or even this evening.

I'll be fine,
I just want to get some rest.

Goodbye.

Well, we said
we didn't want a boring life!

Five days' rest wasn't a lot.

David, my mum
still treats me like a child.

I expect something different
from my husband.

Oh, yeah?

And what exactly is it that you expect?

I don't know. A bit of gentleness,

a bit of perversity!

Who's that?

One of my patients.

Aren't you allowed
to have a hot husband?

I don't want him
knowing the details of my private life.

He's a really fragile kid.

Addiction problems.

His dad died and now he thinks
we're keeping his mum from him.

In fact,
she couldn't care less about her kid.

- Do you want a hand?
- No, I'm fine.

- I want...
- To manage by yourself. I know!

See you tonight...

my love.

See you tonight. Take care.

- You nearly died?
- How many stitches?

Staring death in the face!

They said on TV that he had an axe.

- Did he really? Did he really?
- Look...

I understand that my...

that this attack is disturbing for you,

but I'd rather
you talked about your feelings,

not mine.

In the 19th century they thought

that the victim of a violent death

would have the image of the killer
burnt onto the retina.

That's very interesting.

Theo, do you have something to share?

Once my mum
was holding a champagne glass.

She was holding it so tight it exploded.

She had to have four stitches.

I was there when she had them.

Have you called my mum?

Yes, three times.

I haven't got through to her yet.

I've left a message before.

I'm the psychiatrist
dealing with your son Theo.

Madam, I'd really like you to call me.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

You didn't resign
after killing my daughter?

I understand your pain.

I did all I could for Alice.

Curing an anorexic by talking?

Discussion groups help
the youngsters deal with their fears.

Your daughter had made great progress.

Then something happened,
I don't know what,

and she completely closed in on herself.

She's dead because of you!

You killed her!

What's going on?

He's right. I missed something.

Stop torturing yourself.

But I got it wrong.

I thought Alice was getting better.
Not at all.

We all get it wrong now and then.

I overestimated how Theo
would react to Virginie's suicide.

Every time she came here,

she'd go to see him,
and they'd chat in the grounds,

on the bench.

I was sure it would hit him hard.

But no, nothing.
I was the one torn apart.

I lacked judgement.

Think of yourself now.

Talk to a colleague about the attack.

I don't know.

I keep thinking about that hunter.

He died trying to save me.

Not answering?

It's my mum again.

She sends me a text every hour.

And that's her in calm mode!

We'll have to open those
wedding presents someday.

Absolutely.

It feels like Christmas.
I always loved that.

I'm the opposite.

I always hated it.

Even when you were little?

Especially then.

It was when
my brother and I were really aware

that our dad had abandoned us.

- You've got a brother?
- Yeah.

You never told me.

Why wasn't he at the wedding?

We fell out.

I don't really want to talk about it.

And I have to work.
I have to write an article.

- An article about what?
- Wine.

The Russian mafia launders money
by buying French vineyards.

I have to meet an inside source.

It could be a huge scandal.

So, anyway... see you in a bit.

THE MATERNAL INSTINCT

David!

What is it?

There... look.

What's that?

I don't know.

Hello.

Who are you?

Lucie Lambert. I'm a nurse.

Emma's parents have hired me
to tend to their daughter.

We don't need anyone.
I'm taking care of her.

They warned me
you might react like that.

May I speak to Emma?

Hello, I'm Lucie Lambert. I'm a nurse.

Hello.

Your stepfather's idea.

He thinks I'm incapable.
It drives me mad!

Get rid of her.

Yes, hello.

Right.

Okay, I'll leave now.

That inside source.
I have to meet him in Paris.

I'll take you to Aurelien's.
You'll be safe there.

You're going? But I don't want you to.

Okay, then, go.

But I'm staying here.

The lady can keep me safe.

I won't be gone long.

Nothing'll happen to you.

More duck traps than people around here?

Well, there are three. By the lakes.

Three duck traps, not people.

Yeah, I understood.

I used to come with my dad to hunt.

You should stay here
or you'll ruin your shoes.

David Delorme's been lying to us
from the start.

He has a police record
for aggravated assault.

Maybe, but very different circumstances.

This was a maniac
wielding an axe to attack a woman.

He did hit his father.

Maybe he has family issues.

But he was 17.
People screw up at that age, right?

Yes, yes,

but everything still points to him.

His prints on the axe and lack of alibi.

But what was the motive?

It was premeditated.
That's why he masked his face.

Yes.

The motive has to be money, as usual.

She's no millionaire.
Just her dad's life-insurance money.

Plus a house.

A lot for a struggling journalist.

Do you know the statistics?

90% of murders
are done by someone close.

For male victims,
62% of the killers are the spouses.

For female victims this goes up to 93%!

I've seen cases
that have made me sick of statistics.

Statistics, statistics...

Percentages are only good
for fat content!

Why are you so annoyed?

- Statistics are...
- Watch out!

Looks like you've found the duck trap.

Give me your hand.

Are you okay?

Yeah, fine.

- Hello, madam.
- Hello.

Captain Lakhdar and Major Loison.

- Hello.
- Hello, madam.

- You live around here?
- Yes, with my son.

Your name?

Valerie Suintaignec. Why?

Do you know the Delormes?

Sort of. There's a wood between us.

Did you hear a noise last Sunday,
at about 6 p.m.?

No, we were watching TV.

- You're sure about that?
- Yes.

Maybe your son heard something.

Perhaps, but he's at school now.

Has the Delorme house been
unoccupied for a while?

I don't really know.
Sometimes I see a man.

- Can you describe him?
- Dark, fortyish...

- That's pretty vague.
- Sorry.

Could you pop in soon
and make a statement?

- Yes.
- Thanks.

- With your son.
- Okay, bye.

Oh, yes, sorry!

I remember, back in the summer,
he had a grey estate car.

- Thanks.
- No problem. Bye.

Like Delorme!

Who claims he hadn't been here
for 15 years.

So either he's lying or...

Did you get a dead mouse
as a wedding present?

I'm not married.

I prefer cats to men.
They're more faithful.

A real optimist!

I worked for ten years in a hospital.

The patients played around
as much as the doctors.

It was a proper knocking shop,
I can tell you!

It put me off men for good.

I think I'll go to the shop
that sells these.

They might remember who bought this.

I'll come too. Your stepfather
said you mustn't go out alone.

What right has he got
to police my every move?

Where are you going?

Upstairs, to the study.

Do I need a pass?

You're not going to
follow me everywhere!

They are the orders I was given.

Call my stepfather,
tell him I've dismissed you.

I agreed to a nurse,
not to a round-the-clock jailer!

Hello.

The number of the silversmith
Pierre Demets, please.

I'll note it down.

Yes, just a second.

Put me straight through.

Hello.

I'm calling about
a silver object bought from you.

In the shape of a scallop shell.

I wondered
if you had a file of customers,

or the name of who might have bought it.

You no longer sell them? Since when?

Okay.

Okay, thanks.

DARK DEALINGS IN RED WINE

Mrs Lambert?

Mrs Lambert?

Mrs Lambert?

Mrs Lambert?

Are you there?

Hello.

Hello.

Mrs Lambert!

Emma? What's going on?

You must have offended her.

But the window was open,
as if someone had got in the house.

Maybe the wind.

- And the phone call?
- A wrong number.

After the attack
everything seems sinister.

It's normal.

And that's the psychiatrist's diagnosis!

I'm just trying to reassure you.
You're really uptight.

Where was David?
Why did he leave you alone?

He had to interview someone.
I insisted he went.

He hates
being financially dependent on me.

No, it's nothing to do with you.

He's always had a problem with money.

His dad left him and his brother
with no money.

Other kids made fun
of their cheap clothes.

You have nothing to feel guilty about.

I didn't know he had a brother
till this morning.

Why didn't he invite him to the wedding?

He's in prison, for armed robbery.

But...

Why didn't he tell me?

Don't tell David I told you.
He'll tell you himself.

It was a shock for him.
He worshipped his brother.

Maybe he feels ashamed,
faced with your perfect family.

Is there anything else
he hasn't told me?

Does he have a lot of secrets like that?

Whatever happens, Emma,
I'll always be there for you.

I'm going to freshen up.

David got your message.
He's at the station, on his way.

Thanks.

You have a silver scallop shell
in the bathroom.

It's pretty. Where did you get it?

Virginie and I got it
as a wedding present, four years ago.

I don't know who gave it to us. Why?

I was just wondering.

We got the same.

Maybe someone has bought
a whole stock of them

and hands them out at every wedding.

How did it go?

Fine, but I wish I'd stayed here now.

Why did she leave?

I don't know.

We had an argument.

Maybe she broke the vase out of spite.

Pretty stupid.

Good riddance, anyway!

I just want all this to be over.

Don't worry. We'll see it out together.

You need to build up your strength,
my love.

Thanks.

That's my lawyer.

We're going to go over
my account of what happened.

Your account of what happened?

There's only one account. The truth.

With the cops there's never one truth,
just various stories.

Understand?

Did you empty your desk drawer?
The one that was locked.

Are you snooping through my things?

Did your folks turn you against me?

Don't talk nonsense!

I was looking for some paper
to write a number on.

This article is explosive.
I'm afraid my papers will get stolen.

So I lock the drawer, move the papers...

It's irrational, I know.

How's the article coming along?

Not too bad.

What's the title?

"Dark Dealings in Red Wine".

Do you like it?

- My condolences.
- Thank you.

My condolences.

Your father saved my life.
I'll never forget that.

Thank you.

Allow me to... offer my condolences.

I'm sorry, but we have to start
from the beginning again.

The room is dark...

the fuse has blown.

I call David but there's no answer.

Can you still hear the chopping?

No. I can't hear anything.

So now...

You come downstairs. What happens next?

I come downstairs
and I go to the window.

Night has fallen by now, so...
I'm afraid.

I see a pile of chopped logs,

but David's no longer there.

I start looking for him,

I call his name...

And then I see this silhouette
coming towards me.

His face is masked,

he's wearing gloves...

and a hoody.

He's holding...

He's holding an axe.

He raises it...

Let's sit down, Emma.

I'm going to ask this again.

Is there any physical detail
you haven't mentioned?

His physique was normal.
I didn't see his eyes.

Why do you think his face was masked?

So as not to be recognised.

Especially if it's someone you know.

Your husband was seen here last summer.

Did he tell you?

I'm going to talk to you
like to a friend.

In my job I see lots of women:

battered wives
who refuse to press charges,

women who know their husband
is abusing their daughter...

No, you're wrong.

I'm not that much of a coward.

I believed in true love once.

For two years it was great.

But he was cheating on me
with a colleague of mine.

Even worse, everyone knew but me!

But I'm a shrink.

My job is to see through people's lies.

You see evil everywhere.

David and I love each other.

As I said before: anytime!

Thanks.

I'm glad she's investigating.
She's really good.

Yeah, she just wants to lock me up!

I didn't tell them anything.

On my lawyer's advice,
I didn't find the duck trap.

You're lying to the cops
and you're lying to me.

Do you ever tell the truth?

Or can't you even tell the difference?

Why do you say that?

It's all lies!

You keep your desk drawer locked!

You didn't tell me
your brother's in jail!

You said your article's coming along
but you haven't started!

And, most of all, you said you
hadn't been to that house for 15 years,

but you were seen there last summer!

I've had enough of your lies, David!

What are you doing?

Going to my parents'.

I have a last few appointments
at the centre.

I'll sleep there,
it's nearer the station.

The train to Montpellier is at nine.

I expect some truth when I get back.

Let go!

MUM

Hello, Romane.

Come on in.

I know you blame me for Alice's death.

I blame myself too, I really do.

I thought...

Hey.

Don't kill my other daughter too!

Romane came to me.
I want to hear what she has to say.

I came to hit you, not talk!

You'll suffer too! Your turn will come!

- Calm down.
- No, I won't!

- Mr Berger, calm down.
- No, I...

All right?

Thanks, Theo.

My mum's here,
I don't want to keep her waiting.

- It's okay, he's gone.
- Thanks.

I think I'll sleep here tonight.

It's not very comfortable.
Come to my place.

I'll be fine on the office sofa.

Are things that bad with David?

Let's just say I need a break.

How long will you stay here?

I'm going to Montpellier
on the 9 a.m. train.

- You don't mind?
- No, it's no problem.

Hasn't she come?

She'll be here.

Come inside, Theo.

You can wait for her indoors.

No. If she doesn't see me,
she might change her mind.

I'm going to wait.

She'll come.

She's on her way.

Ladies and gentlemen,

for your safety
do not attempt to cross the tracks.

Ladies and gentlemen,
a train will soon be passing through.

Stand back...

Is this heaven, then?

Cops and paramedics?

You should stop joking,
all this overtime you're making me do!

Have you arrested him?

We will, even if he did
get away on a skateboard.

No, it's not him.

The kid saved my life,
he didn't push me.

Ma'am, we've caught the kid.
He's not saying much, though.

We've nabbed a kid who was there,
but he won't say a thing.

Despite your legendary diplomacy?

I'm amazed.

Can I see him?

He's all yours.

So you don't want to talk to us?

What's the point?

You've made up your mind.

I know what cops are like.

Don't insult me!
I'm a gendarme, not a cop.

And I've got two...

two boys of my own.

About the same age as you.

One's covered in tattoos
and is girl mad.

The other's got dreadlocks
down to his arse.

And he prefers guys.

They still do the shopping for me,

redecorate the kitchen...

I'm hardly likely to judge people
by appearances.

You saved someone's life. That's good.

- Is she okay?
- Yes, thanks to you.

But we have to catch her attacker.

Will you help?

The platform was deserted,
so I noticed her right away.

She was checking her phone.

He was masked?

Yeah, a black thing covering his head.

We can forget
the random maniac hypothesis.

Yes, it was premeditated.
And he'll try again.

But we know the culprit!
We need to get him in custody.

Sweetheart...

Are you okay?

It hurts.

Your wound opened up.

- And the baby?
- Fine.

Hanging on in there!

Hello.

Sorry if you were
expecting your husband.

He's in custody.

We need to know what you did
over your last few hours.

Did you have an argument with David?

No.

You must tell us. Your life is at stake.

Sweetie, tell them the truth.

We did fall out a bit, but...

Couldn't the nurse help you?

Protect you?

She left.

I fired her.

That's odd.

We told her to let us know if she left.

- You haven't heard from her?
- No.

She just disappeared.

The door was open.
I thought someone had got in.

You were alone?

Yes. David had gone to Paris for work.

Who else knew
what train you were catching?

Aurelien Castelnau, my boss.

And your husband.

Yes.

I've thought of something.

A fortnight ago,
one of my patients died.

An anorexic teenage girl.

Her father blames me.

He threatened me verbally.

Yesterday he almost struck me.

His name's Vincent Berger.

We'll take you home to Montpellier.

No, I want to go to my own house.

You said you were leaving him.

No, I said I was taking a break!

Now I want to see him.
The sooner we talk, the better.

You really believe that?

Keep out of this, please.
I need to talk to him.

I want to know for sure.

Staying with David is suicide.

A cop friend did some research on him.

What? Don't you have any respect?

Not when your life is at stake!

- Did you know his brother's in jail?
- Yes.

That doesn't make David a criminal.

David...

Did he tell you
he has a police record too?

He beat up his father.

Three cracked ribs,
a broken tooth, a fractured wrist...

I may only be your stepfather, Emma,

but I care about you.

Two of you knew
she was catching the 9 o'clock train.

Aurelien Castelnau and you.
Is this true?

My client has nothing to say.

For the first attack, Mr Delorme,

you were alone with your wife,

and for the second,
you knew the time of the train.

My client will say nothing
until we see your evidence.

It would be in your interest to explain.

It's a simple question.

Did you try, twice, to kill your wife?

Don't stay with him.

Come with us, sweetie.

I have to talk to him, Mum.

Are you sleeping down here,

or shall I help you upstairs?

Will I be sleeping with
my husband or a stranger?

Stop lying to me, David.

I'm giving you this last chance.

And I don't even know why.

I do my best but it comes out wrong.

But I've never hurt you
and I never will.

Do you hear me?

Why should I believe you?

I was here with Aurelien at 9 a.m.

- Is that true?
- Of course it is.

I was depressed last night.

I called him,
he came round and we talked till late.

That's why the cops let me go.

You have to trust me.

Ouch!

It still hurts.

They still won't give you painkillers?

It's like they want
their patients to suffer.

Stop it!
You know it's because of the baby.

Mrs Lambert?

There's no one here.

Yes, I went upstairs,
I looked in his room, the bathroom,

I don't feel like something's missing.
She's pretty neat.

With tidy people, you know right away
when something's happened.

Is that a dig?

No, but I hope the mess of your desk

is inversely proportional
to the clarity of your deductions.

The post's piling up...

It started when she went
missing from Emma's.

She didn't show up for work.

Yes, it's worrying.

And who'd like her out of the way,
to stay alone with Emma?

David, once again.

And now he is alone with her,
his hands free!

You're forgetting
the father of the Berger girl.

David?

Coming.

There you go.

Toast, foie gras,
a little bit of chocolate,

and an excellent wine...

A wedding present.

Pregnant women aren't supposed to drink.

Did you forget that?

I'll just have a drop.

- Here, I've already poured it.
- Thanks.

To you, Mrs Delorme!

To my husband!

David?

Can't you sleep?

No.

Not since that first attack.

I'm afraid for you,
I'm afraid of everything.

I'm scared of myself too.

Why?

When your own father
was a total bastard,

it's hard to imagine yourself
as a husband or father.

The truth is, I'm afraid.

Afraid I won't measure up.

So I'm ashamed to tell you
I'm not writing.

You're a star.

Intelligent, gifted...

That's why I love you.

And I can't write a line.

It's like I'm paralysed.

I keep writing the first line,

but it's never any good.

So I bin it and start again,
bin it and start again...

You don't know what it's like.

I wish I had your courage.

Even the way you bear pain.

It doesn't hurt any more.

I gave you a painkiller.

It's okay, it's plant-based.

Anything else to tell me?

Yes.

In the drawer...

there were love letters.

From an ex whose heart I broke.

I left her for you.

But that's all.

I want each of you
to finish this phrase:

"In five years I want to be..."

Mohamed?

You, Theo?

In five years I'll be dead.

Is that what you imagine?

Is there no future you'd like?

Anyone else?

In five years
I want to be an aromatherapist.

Aroma what?

HELP!

If Berger is mentally
torturing his daughter,

we're the best people to intervene.

A house visit.
If we suspect anything, we report it.

But you already suspect him
of trying to kill you!

I screwed up once.
I can't leave another girl in danger.

What are you doing with that?

After what happened to you...

I wonder if it really was suicide.

You think Virginie
could have been murdered?

I don't know.

Hello, Mrs Berger.

Can we have a word with you?

My husband isn't in.

He won't be long.

We'll wait for him.

We've brought your daughter's file.

Where's the toilet, please?

It's the pink door handle.

At the end of the corridor.

Thanks.

Can you turn it down?

I read what you wrote.

That wasn't me.

What do you want?

Tell me what's going on here.

You've lost one daughter.

Do you want to lose both?

What is it?

Was there violence
between you and Alice?

She's being abused by her father.

Are you sure?

Yes, I can feel it.

Alice became anorexic
trying to refuse her femininity.

Romane's the opposite.

She's over-exposing herself
in exaggerated femininity.

We need more than that.

- A feeling isn't enough.
- Yes, I know.

I'll study the whole file again.

Come to my place.

I can keep an eye on you.

I'll be fine. Really.

Mrs Lerois?

Yes, I've called you several times.

I'm Dr Emma Chazel-Delorme,
Theo's psychiatrist.

As part of his treatment,
could we arrange to meet?

I can't force you to come
and see your son,

but for him it'd be...

Stay away from my home!

Yeah, right.

He seemed to have a good alibi.

He works near the station.
He must have seen you there.

Your husband's lucky.
We were going to arrest him.

Your boss wasn't with him
when you were at the station.

But it seems now we were wrong
to suspect your husband.

Congratulations, Emma.
You arrested your attacker yourself.

We have to recheck his alibis carefully.

You're not sure it's him?

No, it's just that...

the first two times, the guy was masked.

Last night,
Berger had his head uncovered.

I know it's just a detail, but...

the devil's in the details.

Soraya Lakhdar.

What are you doing, Theo?

I wanted to talk to Dr Castelnau.

Dr Castelnau isn't in his office.
Has he left?

He was here five minutes ago.
Didn't he say anything?

Okay, thanks.

AUTOPSY REPORT

How far away?

I don't know.

Between 800 and 1,000 metres.

Do you go horse-riding often?

Yes. Every day.

- Is this who you saw last summer?
- No.

Are you sure?

I've never seen him.

I've checked Berger's alibi
while Emma was at the station.

Several of his employees confirm
he was at work.

He may be an incestuous pig,
but he's not the axe killer.

- Do you recognise him?
- Yes.

That's him.

He was with a woman.

What could I do?
No one believed I was innocent.

A good job they got Berger.
Because your rubbish alibi...

"Rubbish"!

Yes. Hello.

Yes, speaking.

Really, this evening?

Okay.

Yes, we'll be right there. Thanks.

That was the gendarmes.

They're doing a reconstruction.

After this, the nightmare
will be all over, my love.

Strange. They said to meet them here.

I'll have a look inside.

Captain? It's Emma Delorme.

We've come for the reconstruction,
but there's no one here.

What reconstruction?
We never called you.

Emma, it's a trap! Where are you?
Who are you with?

My husband.

Alone with David?

There's no one here.

Can you get somewhere safe?

What's wrong? You seem strange.

- I talked to them.
- And?

They're on their way.

They got held up.

I'm cold, I'll fetch my scarf.

I'll come with you.

What's the matter?

My leg's still hurting.

Can you go for me?

No.

I don't want to leave you alone.

I'll wait for you here.

Don't worry.

Wait right here.

I'll be quick.

Emma!

Where are you, my love?

Emma!

Help!

Help!

Theo?

Virginie?

Don't look at me
like I'm a fucking ghost!

I'm here.

And full of life.

Six months ago I saw a girl die...

A junkie.

I was riding my horse.

I got down.
She was dying of an overdose.

She was lying there, on her back...

her red hair all round her face...

It was like watching my own death.

That was the trigger.

I decided to fake a suicide
and disappear.

The body was in the water a month.

And Aurelien,
knowing about my depression,

even identified me!

I met Theo at the centre...

when I went to pick Aurelien up.

It clicked between us.

It was easy to manipulate him.

But why?

Because of David.

You idiot!

Once upon a time,
your Prince Charming...

was in love with me.

Before you met...

we were lovers.

Him and me.

We'd get together in that house.

When he met you,

he dumped me overnight.

No hesitation.

As if I were dead.

And you...

you... you didn't notice a thing.

Blinded by your fancy ideals.

Believing that story of two couples
united by eternal friendship!

Clinging on to your
stupid fucking fairy tale!

There was a time...

when your husband loved writing to me.

Believe it or not.

Why are you doing this, Theo?

Virginie's using you.
She doesn't love you.

She's in love with my husband... David.

She's mine! You're lying!

No.

On the contrary.

I tell the truth, even when it hurts.

I called your mum.

Did she answer?

Yes.

She won't come.

There's no point waiting.

In five years you won't be dead, Theo.

Police!

You're always nosing around!

What's that?

- Who's that?
- Castelnau's wife.

The boss?

Does she remind you of anyone?

Oh, shit!

- Virginie!
- David.

David.

No!

Police!

Don't move!

Where are you going?
We have to examine you too.

I'm going to say goodbye.
I'll be right back.

Sorry for suspecting your husband.

I think I've just got issues
with men in general.

But I'm glad he's innocent, I really am.

Take care, all right?

Thanks.

Did you actually apologise?

No, you must have misheard.

How could you have done
that to Aurelien?

I was a complete twat.

Maybe I wanted a bit of what
the perfect man had.

That's no excuse, but...

Anyway, perfect men are boring,
aren't they?

I don't know, I've never tried one.

Oh, yeah?

No, but don't worry.

I thought I wanted a Prince Charming,

but in the end,
fairy tales are very overrated.

Look, Emma.

Where?

A long way ahead.