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- Are you from the Central Office?
- Commissioner Niémans, Lt Delaunay.

-Victor Josserand.
I am the dean of the academy.

- Was the victim a student?
-Yes. Katia Naryshkin.

- Did you notice his absence?
- No, we have a hundred students.

- Have the police cordoned off the area?

- Yes, and I had the
lessons cancelled.

Students living in the
area are sent home.

Remain those of the boarding school.

-All right.

A lost corner,

a thousand places to hide...
Heaven for a killer.

-And for us a hell. Commander Becker.
- Are you in charge of the investigation?

-Yes.

-Let's go then.

...

Camille.

Camille.

What are you doing here ?
-It's "anima obscura".

-That's right,

miss.

The anima obscura, the black soul.

An aesthetic current

which was born here twenty
years ago, worn by artists

which do not represent
the human body,

but what hides inside. -Blade.

In what it can
have more obscure.

-You are good at painting.

-Especially in creepy stuff.
It's a painting by Lilith, isn't it?

It's worth a fortune.

-Lilith gave it to us.

She was a student here.
Now she teaches.

-It's in his workshop

that the body was found.

-Do you know who Lilith was
branded with in the Old Testament?

-No.
-With Satan.

I know a few things too.

...

-It looks like it came
out of a painting.

-His body

has been covered with a varnish,
like the ones you put on paintings.

- Dr. Klein, the coroner.

-Good morning.
Do we have any idea of the time of death?

-No, the varnish has blocked

tissue degradation.

- She was tortured?

-She was bled

throughout the blood
circulation system

in order to obtain a
whole palette of blood,

ranging from vermeil to carmine.

-Why draw blood
of different colors?

-I have an answer,
commissioner, just behind you.

- The killer painted
her with his own blood?!

-Yes. On the board,

there are nine types of rouge
and on the body nine notches.

- On the material, do
we have fingerprints?

-No.
- It didn't help.

It's dried paint.

- Did the victim remain conscious?

-It's hard to say at this point.

But for the blood to flow,

the heart must pump.

- So she was alive

while he was doing his shit.

Why didn't he draw his
head, that motherfucker?

-He didn't have time, maybe.

-Dr. Klein, you mentioned
nine cuts on the body.

But his feet were
covered with sores.

-These are recent lesions,

as if she had run
barefoot over rough terrain.

-OK. Take samples from
these lesions as a priority.

-What is Lilith's real name?
-Ariane Maubert.

- Did you isolate her?

-No. She left with one of
her classes in the mountains.

-Draw a landscape,
anyone can do it.

Shapes, proportions, shadows...

It's easy.

But tell the
emotions it gives you,

that's difficult
because we don't live

only through our nervous system.
Seize the invisible in flight,

let it pass through our body,

our spirit, our guts...
Are you cold?

Are you cold?

-YES.
-Perfect ! Paint the cold.

You are tired ? Paint
fatigue, wind, emptiness.

Do you have vertigo?
Imagine your body crushed to the ground.

Smell your carrion.
Let yourself cross.

Do not freeze the movement.

Leave forms decidedly open.

What appears on the
canvas is no longer an image,

but it is an event.

-Oh...

-Mathias, what's going on?
-Nothing.

Nothing.

I can't feel my fingers anymore.

- Then stop.

Put your gloves back on.

Go home.

And most importantly, you're not coming back.

...

Now pick up your charcoal.

And you paint the tremor.

-I paint the tremor...

I paint the...
-I don't hear!

-I paint the tremor.
-Stronger.

-I paint the tremor!
-Stronger !

-I paint the tremor!

-Painting can be learned.

To be an artist, no.

To become one, only
one rule: total involvement,

absolute.

You have to be ready to
suffer, to die for your art.

-Ariane Maubert?

-Call me Lilith.

-It's a rather
special classroom.

-Inspiration is not
found between four walls.

So yeah, I take every
one of my classes here,

at the edge of the void.

The locals call this cliff

"the devil's mouth".

- Basically, you pull
them out of bed at 2 a.m.,

you make them walk at night...
It's almost abuse.

-Listen...

My mission is to get them out

from their comfort zone.

A little pain.

Tell me what you want from me.

-Since you're talking about pain...

- Is it Katya?

-It was.
We found his body last night.

in your workshop.

When was the last
time you saw her?

-I do not know anymore.
She no longer came to my classes.

-This painting could be yours.

-Yes.

It is the work of a
very good copyist.

-Among your students,
who could imitate your style?

-We learn painting by copying.
Students are copyists

virtuosos.

You inherited 300 suspects.

- How are your hands?

Did you know her well, Katia?

-Not well, no.

-You weren't really friends?

-She wasn't looking to create
a relationship, neither was I.

I hadn't seen her for a week.

- Do you know if she
had any problems?

-Problems ?
-Hmm.

-Katia, her problem
was the whole school.

-And Lilith, what is her
problem? She's not nice.

-We don't ask him to be nice.

It helps us push our
limits. She's right.

That's what I'm here for.
That's what we're all here for.

- They all say the same thing:

Katia was too wise.
She was dating no one.

-The ideal victim, what.

-Ariane Maubert,
what do you think?

-Too beautiful, too
cold, too perched...

- And especially too sick, yes.
Like everyone in this school.

Rich kids looking
down on the valley.

A community that mixes crazy
people with their bullshit painting.

And the worst is Lilith. I've
known her since we were kids.

Must not let go.
-What is your problem

with her ?

-What was that ?
-I dunno.

He's not wrong. We're going to
dig on the side of Queen Maubert.

...

...

"The passage".

What made her famous?
-His masterpiece.

Known worldwide.
She painted it at the academy.

After that, she was imitated.
People created the anima obscura.

Five years ago,

she stopped. She donated
the painting to the city.

-They must have
been happy in town.

It's a bit disturbing, isn't it?

-You don't like it?
-I wouldn't put that in my living room.

-The critics

tear their hair out.

It's attractive, repulsive...
A bit like "The Mona Lisa".

-The Mona Lisa who would
have done a lung x-ray.

Yes ? *-Commissioner?

I called Katia's parents
to announce her death.

They told me they got a
text from Katia this morning.

-OK.

-The killer would have
texted Katia's mother?!

-Yes. They wrote to
each other every day.

The mother didn't notice anything unusual.
- Thanks to that, he saved time.

-This is Katia's room.

-Yes...

We couldn't find a computer or
a laptop. He did the housework.

-A student told me that Katia's
problem was the whole school.

-Katia is the girl

of a Russian oligarch. A serious
girl, who even goes to mass.

It's not enough to make you
want to kill her, and like that.

-If she was a model student,

how come she was skipping
Ariane Maubert's class?

We have a criminal by nature.

If you know something...

-Ariane has quite
extreme teaching methods.

She wanted to build a case

against his teacher
to have her expelled.

Nonsense.

-If one wants to.

-In figurative painting,
when we paint death,

the challenge is not to seize this
moment when there is nothing left...

But the one where everything fled.

Just...

before the last breath.

What you have to capture is
less the realism of the details

that this tension

between the shoulders which disappears.

It's like using light
to mix the paint,

so the pictures

are never precise, while
suggesting a tragic act.

- Classes haven't been cancelled?

-We don't teach, we make art.

-No permission needed.

- They take the words out of my mouth.

-As long as the words...
Everyone get out.

Get out!

-Alban.

Leave alone.
They too have their priesthood.

-What are you playing at ?

You're making a
lesson out of murder?!

The next step is to make
a crobar of Katia's corpse?

-I push my students

to use what they live.
-And pushing Katia too far?

-Pardon ?
-She was going to throw

proceedings against you.

-I would have killed Katia

to keep my job?!

With my way of doing things, my
students make dazzling progress.

But with Katia, it didn't work.

-She didn't let herself be done?

- No, she felt nothing.

The truth...

She was bad.

- Yes, doctor?

*-Time of Katia's death,

it interests you ?
*-A little yes.

-She died two days ago

*around 3 p.m.

-Where were you Monday at 3 p.m.?

-I was teaching. Thirty
students will confirm.

-Yes ?

-I found residues in
the wounds on the feet:

a mixture of redwood
resin and shale chips.

- Shale? Like stone? *-Yes.

These trees and this deposit are
found on the edge of the Gray Forest.

*It goes along the academy.

-OK thank you.

...

Good morning. -Good morning.

-We have two reservations in the
names of Niémans and Delaunay.

-He painted it with
his own blood?!

-Hold.

-THANKS.

Here, your key.

Bedroom.

-THANKS.

- You haven't been with
me for a while. A problem ?

-No. I work.

I'm tired, that's all.

I am going to rest.

- Rest, yes.

-Hello ? *-It's Niémans.

Organize a hunt on the
edge of the Gray Forest.

-What are we looking for?

-The place

*where it all started, maybe.
- It won't be until tomorrow morning.

-Do your best. THANKS.

...

- Mathias.

Smell your carrion.
Let yourself cross.

- I paint the tremor...
- Louder!

Muffled cries.

...

Female voice.
-(Why are you talking to the cops?)

- Come on, search.

Barking.

...

-This way ! We found something!

-THANKS.

It's Katia's bag.

*-Philip?

*On the side of the
cliff, we have something.

-Oh fuck.

-The blood still looks fresh.
-It can't be Katia's.

- Do we have a second victim?
- No corpse, no victim.

Send the canvas to the lab.

- Katia's laptop is
connected to the tablet.

But no geolocation.

- We counted

boarding school students.

One is missing, another
student of Ariane Maubert:

Mathias Vidal.

-Gather the rest of these
students, except Maubert, of course.

We inspect his
room and we arrive.

Look at this mess.

Mathias, is that the one
you talked to in the forest?

Turk's head type.

-Yes.

We have someone struggling in
their room in the middle of the night,

and no one hears anything.
- They're making fun of us.

Last night, your comrade
Mathias Vidal disappeared.

We have no more news.

-Have you checked the toilets?

It is often found there
floating in the water.

- You're a little funny, you.

A guy in your class
is in mortal danger,

so you shut your mouth.

-You all live in the boarding school.
You must have seen him last night.

I need you to help us.

-Mathias is of the same species
as Katia. He has no friends here.

-I see that you are very
selective in terms of your friends.

Has anyone seen anything unusual?

-Apart from Mathias, no.

- You didn't understand me well.

Where were you last night?
What were you doing ?

-I worked.

I went to bed early.

-And you ?

-I worked.

-And you ?

-Me too.
-The same.

- Doesn't one go to
bed after midnight?!

-Our parents are screaming
so we can work here.

We're not going to risk
ending up with a bullshit job.

Cop type.

...

- They all lie to us, or almost.

It remains to be seen why.

-Either they are all in on it,

or they are protecting
someone they are afraid of.

-At that age, there's nothing to get out of it.

They don't care about anything.

If we want to find Mathias...
*Beeps.

...

- Katia's phone.
Someone turned it on.

...

-What do you want ?
-Step aside.

Step aside !

Well, here it is.

- I swear to you, I did nothing.

-Apart from hiding a
murder victim's cell phone.

- You wrote it

Katia's mother
pretending to be her?

Yes or no ?

- Yes... I lied to you.

We had a meeting three days ago.

- Well, there you go.

-I wanted to dissuade her.

to build this case against Ariane.

It would have hurt the school.

Katia did not come

the appointment.
She was nowhere to be found.

I went up to his room.
I found his phone.

She had received
messages from her mother.

- And you answered?!

-His parents are major donors.

For me, it was a runaway.

Because

of this bullying story.
I wanted to find Katia

and calm things down.

I couldn't imagine...

this horror.

-If he hadn't hidden
Katia's disappearance,

she might still be alive.

-He didn't kill Katia,

but he lied to us.
- Are we putting pressure on him?

-No. If he continues to lie to
us, he will end up screwing up.

-I'm going to see Ariane Maubert.
A second student of hers has disappeared.

- I take care of Josserand.

...

-IN THE DARK NIGHT,
ON THE BLACK STONE,

THE BLACK SOUL, GOD SEES IT.

IN THE DARK NIGHT,

ON THE BLACK STONE, THE
BLACK SOUL, GOD SEE IT.

IN THE DARK NIGHT,

ON THE BLACK STONE,
THE BLACK SOUL,

GOD SEES HER...

- You have nothing to do here.

-We need you, Lilith.

-You are at my place, here!
-We miss you.

We need

to see you, Lilith.

-Stop being stupid ! What's
gotten into you coming here?

You get out!

If the cops saw you...

...

Someone knocked.
I told you to get out!

We knock again.

...

Can I do something
for you, lieutenant?

-Mathias Vidal
disappeared last night.

What were you doing last night?

-Since our last interview, I
haven't moved from here.

-And your students...

What did they want?
-They worship Lilith.

- To Lilith...

-It is...

It's a stage name, a character.

-A character you play a lot of.

-You think

that they want Ariane Maubert?

No, what they want is the other.

You want

the truth ?

-Yes.

For my job, always.

- I was that woman.

I lived my art

fully,

totally.

But since I came back,
I left all that behind me.

- There are no paintings of you.

-For five years, I can
no longer draw anything.

All my sketches end up in the fire.

I painted the darkness.

And the darkness, it
ends up eating you.

You know something about it, don't you?

-And that, there...

It's what ?

-What's in your eyes.

...

-Whore...

Oh !

Whore...

...

Thunderbolt.

...

-What are you doing here ?

...

-Camille...
Zoe, the 2nd year girl,

she is Josserand's daughter.

Thunderbolt.

Mathias...

Mathias! Mathias!

Mathias...

Mathias! Mathias!

-The analysis of the blood on
the canvas found in the forest

shows it's pig's blood.

- Pig's blood?
-Yes.

My colleagues told me that
Mathias Vidal was awake.

You can interrogate him.

-OK.

-They all had masks,

masks like in the
paintings of James Ensor.

They put a bag over
my head and we walked.

They made me walk for a long time.

When they took it away from me

we were in a forest.

There was a large canvas.

And then they
started to undress me.

I didn't know what they wanted.

So I...

I begged them.

They started
pouring blood on me,

a lot of blood.

And they all left.

All.

And there someone

jumped on me with
a knife and tried...

-Mathias...

Mathias, wait. Gently.

At your pace.

-I struggled.

I believe

that I kicked. I ran.

At one point, I
was lost and then...

Then I don't know anymore.
I was told I was passed out.

- You disappeared for 24 hours.

-Why did they come after you?

-I dunno.

-You do not know ?

How so, don't you know?

What are you hiding from us?

-Niemans.
-What ?

What are you hiding from us?
Who are you afraid of?

Who the fuck are you afraid of?
-Zoe !

The only voice I
recognized, I think it was Zoe.

-You think ?
Do you believe or are you sure?

-On !

Whore...

- Well, there you go.

-Leave, please.

...

-We take care of the dirlo first.
We'll go see his daughter afterwards.

-She doesn't want us to know

that I am his father.
She is afraid of being rejected.

- She participated in the hazing?

Pig's blood, masks...

-It's like in all schools,
but students have cracked.

They left the academy.
And I found out it's Zoe

who had done
something extreme with it:

humiliation sessions
in the woods

in honor of Lilith, his idol.

-When Katia disappeared...

- She had taken
her to the woods.

She swore to me that she had
suffered nothing more than the others.

-When Katia was found
dead, you wondered

if your daughter had told you everything.

-I went to talk to him last
night, after Mathias disappeared.

She didn't listen to me.

So I told him, "I'm
going to report you."

That's what I'm
doing, I believe.

A woman screams.

-Come !

Come !

...

-M. Josserand...

...

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