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What are you doing there?

What's wrong with you?

Do you want to talk?

Are we ruling out suicide?

Fractured vertebrae, skull fracture, haemorrhage...

Death occurred at 21:17.

What precision!

Has forensic medicine become a science?

Broken at 21:17.

The killer is therefore a member of staff or a patient.

A patient who kills his shrink is commonplace.

Why would he be a nutcase?

There's genius in this drawing.

Genius, madness...

You'll be in your element here, among the unbalanced.

I'll protect you from neurotics: you won't go back to the beach.

There are empty rooms here, they might keep you.

It's good to have you back.

OK, we're on our way.

A patient is missing.

Mr Saint-Geours is adamant.

He should be with the others, in the relaxation room.

Can we get out of here?

There are no guards?

Yes, but we're not a prison.

It's not electroshock anymore.

We're stabilising our patients.

We talk to them. They have feelings.

Yes: hatred.

To the point of murder.

Like all of us, so-called sane ones.

It's not wrong.

Martial Agrician is certainly not docile, but with his medication,

he's harmless.

These drugs?

They were behind his radiator.

It'll be 3 days.

It's atrocious.

Thank God the police are here.

Put out an APB:

Martial Agrician, 1.90m, 94kg, very aggressive.

If you find him, don't rush him.

If he's upset, he can be dangerous.

Simple tranquilliser.

Overwork.

I didn't say anything.

Where can a guy like that go?

He must feel like he's being hounded.

His family has been bugged.

For trying to cut his mother's throat.

An angel.

Saint-Geours is right.

Did he have an accomplice on the outside?

Inside: his room was locked.

The victim?

What do we know about her?

Jeanne Bonneval, hired 4 months ago.

Competent and serious,

I only had staff testimonials,

his computer and the rest of the office were smashed.

The scientist is trying to recover the data.

What?

What?

What's up?

OK.

Agrician was seen in the basement of the EDF network.

Here we go!

Aren't you coming?

I'm going to slow you down.

You've got some youngsters with good legs.

Are you the cop?

Can you get me out of here?

I didn't kill the bitch.

What are you going to do to us?

Hey! Well done.

Well done!

Shall I teach you how to shoot?

Give it to me.

Are you frightened?

Hands up!

Please don't shoot.

Please don't shoot.

Oh dear... I must have forgotten to load it.

Thérèse!

That's enough, finally!

One dead man is enough!

Thank you very much.

Do you work here?

No, I'm Jacqueline, I live here.

One dead body is enough.

They said Jeanne was dead.

It's horrible.

One death is enough.

Captain Cain.

The world has gone mad, hasn't it?

You could say that, yes.

You should leave before dark.

Because they're dangerous.

Don't worry...

Sorry about that.

Did I scare anyone?

Why did I do that?

Are you looking for someone to kill?

Cain, that's a criminal's name.

Do you have a victim for me?

They're sinister here, you're spoilt for choice.

You know all the secrets of this clinic, don't you?

Champagne! Do you like it?

It's lovely here. Are all the rooms like this?

No, I've lived here a long, long time.

And you share it?

Unfortunately I don't.

I'd like to.

You could do it. You're the best.

Flatterer.

Jeanne Bonneval had a lot of friends?

They said it was too early, it wasn't fair,

that she was young, that they should have...

Jacqueline? Are you all right?

Yes.

Who's ‘they’?

The doctors.

You look nice in this photo.

That haircut suits you.

My husband took it the year he died.

At the age of 55.

Heart attack.

He had founded a maritime empire.

The Benedetti empire!

He drowned in it.

Oh, sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Is this your husband?

No, he's my son.

Peter.

But you want to know everything and pay nothing!

It's my favourite pastime.

Leave me alone, I'm tired.

My medication is wearing me out.

I beg you.

I'm tired.

The murderer is still there.

I've got a visual on the suspect, where the hell are you?

Are you trying to kill me?

How did you get down there?

Down the stairs.

Hush.

What's your phone for? I've been calling you for 1 hour.

I'm freezing.

You're going to get warm: we're burning up.

We were going to squeeze Agrician, you're not making me come here for nothing, are you?

No, I'm honouring our contract: equality, probity, integrity.

I didn't want to open all the doors without you.

Especially the ones you can't reach.

Now that you're a pro...

It's Martial Agrician.

The dental records prove it.

Cause of death?

Drowning?

A blow to the back of the head.

Given the degree of calcination and the stiffness of the tissue,

I'd say before midnight.

Probably a victim...

by the same murderer as Bonneval.

No.

Because he killed Bonneval.

There's cervical tissue from the shrink under her toenails.

Still, we're good when we work as equals.

No more mad killer, one less murderer unmasked

by two...

Now we just have to find the killer of the killer.

That's the one.

That's the time.

Oh! I'm talking to you!

Mr Revet, the one you chased.

Nicknamed La Carpe.

Hasn't said a word in 15 years.

He said 5 to me.

He'll talk again.

We may have our murderer.

How do you make a mute speak?

Not dumb: mute.

It's a mission worthy of your talents.

Can you hear me?

That must be Agrician's accomplice.

He must have turned on him.

Stealing keys and opening his door.

Saint-Geours is in the west, his clinic is poorly guarded,

but I don't believe it.

Manipulating Agrician, taking away his treatment,

turn it into a barbecue...

You have to be skilful, patient, lucid.

We've recovered some files from Bonneval's hard drive.

She went through each patient's history one by one,

the diagnosis,

the biggest case concerns Jacqueline Benedetti

and her son Pierre.

Pierre never comes to see his mother, he manages her fortune and

dismantles the empire his father

built by selling the group's companies.

In the Benedetti family, we ask for the son.

Gaëlle? What are you doing here?

Can I see you and Jacques?

Hi, Jacques.

You're very welcome.

I met a prisoner you had put in jail.

He says you arrested him on false evidence.

All the prisoners are innocent, you'll see.

If we listened to them, we'd turn Baumettes into a supermarket.

I mean it.

Don't be fooled by a madman.

What's his name?

David Wilcker.

Wilcker is a scumbag who killed a cop.

He was found guilty.

I know he was.

He talks about truncated evidence and destroyed alibis.

Get away from this manipulator.

Tell me what happened.

You're a pain, Gaëlle.

This guy is a sociopath, I don't want him to hurt you.

OK.

If you tell me, I believe you, Fred.

Right... All right, Fred.

See you soon.

Yes, see you soon.

If she keeps listening to him, welcome to hell.

We'll do a voice test.

Say ‘one, two, one two’.

I'm sure you have a lovely voice.

On the count of 3, if you haven't answered, I'll take you into custody.

One...

One...

Two...

Three!

One...

Two... Three!

One... Two...

Three!

Wow! It must cost an arm and a leg to maintain a castle like this!

Your mother can relax while you do,

struggle to pay the bills.

Rich kids have their parents committed for

them ?

Are you one of those ‘haro on the rich’, class warfare, etc. types?

Would I steal from my mother?

And wanted to report you.

You're missing the point!

What do you know about my mother?

Does yours scream at night?

Strikes passers-by?

Writes on walls with his shit?

On the faces of your ancestors, it must have stained.

Do you like these faces?

Titles of nobility can be bought, if you're interested.

My ancestors would love to have a new braggart

in the family.

You were right about the captain.

He's not over his motorbike accident.

Hit by a Jaguar.

As soon as he sees someone who earns a good living, he gets pissed off.

It must take a lot of energy to squander all your wealth...

We asked around: you're liquidating the whole Benedetti empire.

No: times are changing.

My father's wealth

Yes, quite a job.

That doesn't leave you much time to visit your mother.

I go when I can.

That's strange, we couldn't find any trace of you coming.

Dr Bonneval allowed me to come out of hours.

A free pass!

Last Thursday, for example?

The day of the murder?

No. I was there, I was working.

Any witnesses?

A housekeeper, a butler...

No.

Last question: do you love your mother?

Yes, of course I do.

This guy is a Cocotte-Minute.

He's either in a bad way or he's faking it.

At this stage there's no evidence that he's guilty.

No trace of him on the night of the murder at the clinic.

Do you believe that?

He's got a lot to live up to:

In the family of dissimulators, I ask for the mother.

You're annoying me!

I know you love orange pulp with apples. I know you do!

You're in for a treat, you'll see.

It will be delicious.

You gave me a fright.

Hello.

Are you new?

Saint-Geours didn't tell me anything.

It's Lucie, police lieutenant Delambre.

I made too much fruit salad.

In Saint-Tropez there were a lot of us, here it's ridiculous.

Jacqueline. Lucie has some questions for you.

Did your son sign your internment order?

Yes. He's a good boy, he comes often.

When was the last time he was here?

Thursday.

Are you sure?

He doesn't remember.

Did you talk to him?

I said Thursday, but it must be another day.

No allergens, with the fruit salad :

no almonds or hazelnuts.

Jacqueline.

When you're asked an embarrassing question, you chant.

But why are you pestering me?

I have to take my medicine.

Leave me alone.

Why did you leave me alone with them?

Why did you leave me alone with them?

She's perched. She's not in her right mind.

She's faking it.

Pretending to suffer to fool others :

easy!

I know what I'm talking about. I feel like I can see myself.

That's it! Now I believe you.

If you can't talk, write.

Is it about money?

We're making progress! We're making progress!

Excuse the mess.

What's the point of all this staging?

Aren't you going to kiss your mother?

But you haven't seen each other since the night of the crime.

You must have a lot to talk about.

You love each other a little, a lot, passionately,

madly?

Not at all, eh?

We've had the social enquiry.

Are you going to scan the family love?

With you, I'll soon know who I am.

Pitting us against each other?

It's sad.

22 years ago, you were admitted here because of attacks of dementia.

Since then: nothing.

His treatment is working.

What do you know about it?

You haven't been here for years.

I haven't.

It was difficult for me.

But for the last three months, I've been able to do it.

Three months?

Since Dr Bonneval arrived?

This is crazy!

Sorry, bad pun.

Dr Bonneval got me back in touch with her.

You don't understand.

So you're attacking me.

But that's the truth.

I see. You had secret meetings with her.

Was she preparing you for her exit?

No. That's impossible.

Did you object to that?

For fear that she would take over the Benedetti empire?

You're delirious.

And you're lying.

You don't love your mother.

The feeling is mutual.

She's faking her illness because you scare her.

The proof: she doesn't move an eyelash for you.

You're pathetic.

You're in over your head.

There have been two murders here.

And a little voice inside, I have one too,

tells me that you have something to do with it.

I'm suffocating.

Breathing hard.

Half-time!

What if he wasn't lying?

It's not easy to see your mother go to pieces.

It's hard to accept.

He seems sincere in hiding the truth from us.

Your twisted mind makes you lucid.

I have so much to learn from you.

They both protect each other.

The truth about the murders is out there.

She's a poor old woman.

Is there an age limit to being a criminal?

Jacqueline has emotions.

She's not a poor old woman: she's a woman.

Yes ?

Thank you, Stunia.

Jeanne Bonneval was several weeks pregnant.

Shall I draw you a picture?

I need an analysis.

It hurts less than a blood test.

Are you enjoying this? You think you have all the rights?

To put away a madman who had a woman slaughtered, yes.

OK.

Jeanne and I were having an affair.

That doesn't prove anything.

The visits to Mum were just a pretext for a booty call?

No.

Jeanne had really reconnected me with my mother.

As the visits went by...

Reconnecting with her mother by sleeping with her shrink.

Great method!

I'm the ideal culprit?

The guy who struggles as best he can, who makes mistakes,

who has flaws...

But what are your feelings?

Apart from pissing me off?

Wrong: it's thanks to people like you that I love my job.

are the ones who commit the most crimes.

Talk to us, you'll feel better afterwards.

We won't charge you.

Unless of course you've killed.

The night of the murder, why didn't you go and see Jeanne?

A quarrel?

She wanted to keep the child, you didn't.

What is it?

Your ex's children,

who left you because you didn't want them.

Why is that?

Your childhood?

Stop making assumptions.

Jeanne and I were an affair, not a love affair.

That doesn't make me a criminal.

It's a motive to become one.

He's not easy to pin down.

Full of contradictions.

Endearing, irritating...

Even though he didn't confess, he's hiding his game.

And he's right.

He makes the ideal culprit, that's what bothers me.

You would have liked to have settled the score with the old mother.

She has your sense of humour...

But she doesn't have a motive.

Incoherent, medicated, high at 5,000.

Who says she's taking her meds?

You're as crazy as I am.

Why don't I take my medication?

You felt bad because of me, I feel guilty.

It would make me feel better if you took it the right way.

And I'm listening.

I'm too weak for you.

No: you like to please me.

There! Happy now?

Yes.

Does it work fast?

What effect does it have?

I feel soothed.

Things are getting back to normal.

My thoughts stop wandering.

That sounds cool.

Can I have a go?

Do you think they're fakes?

You're priceless!

Get on with it.

You'll only have 2 doses left for the weekend.

I'll say they've fallen off.

They're not sweets.

I was sure of that.

You're a wonderful actress.

No !

Jacqueline...

Are you feeling all right, Captain?

It's not sweets!

You should trust me.

Jacqueline...

Yes ?

No, you're delirious, we can't do that.

We'd be arrested.

Come on! Get up in there!

What the hell am I doing here?

You tell me.

How did I get in?

Through the grid.

You're sitting on the keys.

Ha! What a trip!

Those pills are heavy.

Even when I'm right, you do the opposite.

For the sake of contradiction.

Exactly, but you were wrong.

She didn't give me one of the pills she takes.

She takes placebos.

And where would she get them from?

She has the keys to the clinic.

I stole a postcard from Jacqueline...

It has disappeared.

So what?

Is this card important?

No, but it's gone:

I hit it just right.

I'm sending you on a mission to Saint-Tropez.

At Dom's, the author of the postcards.

I don't want to go out! I'm not allowed to!

What are you doing?

I'm taking Jacqueline out for some fresh air.

Saint-Geours, help me.

I don't want to get out of here.

My patients are not allowed to leave.

Justice thinks otherwise.

Shall I send you a discharge?

Jacqueline, this time Saint-Geours will not obey.

She does what she wants here!

She's been off her medication for a long time, and you know it.

Things have changed, Jacqueline, we both know that.

You've been dictating the rules here for 30 years, accept mine.

Get on! Get in or I'll be

forced to put you under investigation.

Move, Saint-Geours.

I've got an imaginary patient to take for a walk.

This is horrible.

I can't stand it!

I thought you were more rock'n'roll.

You love life to death, enjoy freedom!

Admire the landscape.

Life is music and images.

And love.

And love!

A woman like you has no right to be locked up.

Don't deprive us of your presence.

You, then!

Few people make me laugh.

Are you taking me back?

Nice try, but no.

No, no, no.

I still have a few things to learn from you.

What's that?

Food and drink.

How long are you staying here?

Depends on her and you.

Don't be silly, Pierre: you're in custody!

What's tormenting you?

What do you blame them for?

Did they separate you from your mother?

Where is she now? I would have liked to have seen her young.

When was that?

The model bourgeois?

The hysteric who cooked our cats?

And in between, what happened?

My most vivid memory is the day I turned 20.

She organised a ball.

Marseille's top brass were there.

We opened it together.

A waltz.

We were dancing eye to eye.

And all of a sudden, she started to undress.

She got naked in front of 1,500 guests.

Insulting them.

Had she lost her mind long ago?

Why did it manifest itself that day?

I found your address on the cards sent to Jacqueline.

What a terrible crime!

She wanted information about Jacqueline's youth.

In the 60s, we were the best of friends.

Saint-Tropez was paradise back then.

We did everything that was forbidden.

We were little stars.

We made the most of it.

I'll show you.

Did Jeanne Bonneval tell you what she was looking for?

No.

Jacqueline's story fascinated her.

The young girl from a good family on whom misfortune fell.

What misfortune?

When was this scene?

That was when we were 18.

Jacqueline?

You're going to have to put your back into it!

Otherwise, you won't be going home any time soon!

Yes, Lieutenant?

Very good.

It's exactly what I imagined.

Jacqueline!

Have your legs gone numb?

No, I have to entertain him.

When I succeed, he draws me a line to thank me.

It looks like an underground.

What are we doing here?

Can you help me with dinner?

What are you up to?

Tongue.

Would you like that?

Bah!

Come on, we're hiring you!

Now's the time to prove you've reconnected with her.

Come and cut the onions.

It feels good to cry.

Your mum has a great sense of humour.

Did finding her do you any good?

Do you believe me now?

That was good news.

Looking at you, I must say it was.

We men think we can live without love

of a mother...

You opened your arms to her, Jacqueline.

How far would you go for her?

Oh yes, I forgot.

We have guests.

Good evening!

My Jacqueline!

I thought I'd never see you again!

Nice to meet you, Dom.

This is Pierre, Jacqueline's son.

You look so much like...

You look like Baccarat, don't you?

That's all right!

Let's drink from the bottle, like in the days of your youth!

Now I understand why you didn't want to talk to me anymore.

What do you understand, Dom?

Why she never answered me.

I hate talking about the past.

Let's talk about something else.

Pierre, she wants to talk about you.

To say what?

To tell us how it all began.

No !

I forbid you to talk about my private life.

Lucie, find us a good old record.

Let's dance!

Chic ! pretend I've got two feet and let's waltz.

You can't waltz on that.

That's our challenge: to make words and music match.

Let's get going! Nothing is impossible.

Jacqueline never mentioned

her youth spent dancing on the beach?

Our life was a party!

And the men!

Pretty as you were...

No ?

We've seen it all!

None of them stopped?

Yes, Stéphane.

Shut up!

Stop making a spectacle of yourself!

You shouldn't have cut me out of your life.

Stéphane was an actor.

A young actor.

They fell in love at first sight, with your mother.

And he disappeared.

Diagnosed with schizophrenia, he preferred to let himself be committed.

Out of love, to protect me.

And he killed himself.

A month later, your mother met Charles Benedetti.

And she didn't want to talk to me anymore...

Now you know why.

Your mother was already pregnant when she met your father.

He loved you and brought you up as his son, that's the important thing.

I am the son of two madmen.

All my childhood, I was made to feel my lack of

resemblance to the Benedetti family.

Why didn't she ever say anything?

I don't even know what my father looked like.

It's from Dom's.

Jeanne Bonneval was there.

She understood.

That's probably why she died.

Leave me alone.

Jacqueline has gone to bed.

You're not taking her away?

We have her mobile.

I want her to tell me what happened,

Are you staying here?

Do you want to get killed?

Take Dom home.

This is our contract.

When I get into trouble...

Yes...

I'm going to need you.

The bedrooms are upstairs, aren't they?

You're not going to let me down, are you?

It's over there.

We've already been here.

Don't shine the lamp in my face.

Let's go.

Come this way.

Yes...

It can't be...

It can't be true...

Borel!

Damn!

The tunnel the Carp drew, coming out the other side.

Pierre was able to come even though the gate was closed.

Fred is in danger.

Yes ?

There's a secret passage.

I can't reach him.

Shit!

Whatever happens, we'll always be together.

I can't sleep without you.

Where are you?

Are you looking for Stéphane?

Did he stay at Horizon?

That's where he killed himself, isn't it?

When Pierre turned 20, you were shocked.

He looked so much like Stéphane that you lost your footing.

You had yourself committed to find him

and invent this relationship that you should have had.

The Horizon was your Taj Mahal.

But you got better.

And Jeanne Bonneval arrived.

I liked Jeanne, but...

She found out you didn't need treatment.

If I took my medication, I couldn't hear her anymore.

It wasn't possible.

Jeanne wanted to get you out, so you killed her.

Agrician struck, but you killed her.

Come here, Peter.

Come closer like on the night of the murder.

You were as feverish then as you are now,

weren't you?

You suspected the secret Jeanne was going to tell you.

But when you arrived...

you find her dead.

Your mother

who had just had the woman carrying your child killed

asked you for help.

Who deprived you of his love by refusing to see you,

because your resemblance to your father was so unbearable.

This mother you still don't know if she loves you,

let alone if you love her,

who has hurt you, humiliated you,

disowned.

You asked for his help, and you obeyed.

And you went for it.

You couldn't bear to see her dead.

You hit Agrician,

to make her live, to make her hold you,

to erase this suffering.

Captain!

Police!

It's good to be back on track.

Life's a mess.

You told each other everything, you could have taken advantage of each other...

and we separate you.

It happens a lot in love stories.

A beautiful mess.

I just wanted to scare him.

I used Agrician to scare him.

To get her to leave.

Captain,

will you come and see me at the Horizon?

I might.

I wanted her to leave.

Poor thing doesn't realise that prison awaits her.

Not if she pleads insanity.

The jury will say she's a crazy old lady, not a criminal.

Oh fuck, Fred...

What the hell have you been doing?

Get out of my way!