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What are you doing in my office?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

That's my handwriting.

Are you copying my handwriting?

(Music)

Self-suffocation

is one of the most painful and restrictive methods

of ending one's life.

Can you do that to yourself?

It's very strange, I agree,

but there are precedents.

I was with this man last night.

Did he seem suicidal?

He was determined in everything he did.

Do you confirm the suicide theory?

With you, I don't confirm anything anymore.

At most, I hypothesize.

I've heard that with you, Captain,

suicide is always murder in disguise.

Don't believe everything they say about me, Love.

Suicide suits me just fine.

I'll wait for your conclusions.

For all we know, it's a plot by Judge Mirabeau.

He killed his father and staged the crime scene.

You don't go after a judge, Borel.

Mirabeau is our ally.

And you don't pile on a man who just lost his father.

I didn't love him.

You couldn't love such a humiliating man.

You saw him last night.

What must you have thought of me?

Has he always been like that?

He had his accident when my mother was pregnant with me.

I'm talking to you like a friend, Fred.

My life would have been different if I hadn't been raised by a disabled man.

I hated him so much.

Your father seemed strong.

I know how much disability can eat away at you inside.

It's hard to admit.

You feel guilty.

No, why would I feel guilty?

He was my father, but you won't see me shed a tear.

You did the right thing, Edouard.

That's all?

No reason to doubt that it was suicide?

Won't you question me?

He left a letter that was clear enough.

If this were a crime, it would be the perfect crime.

And to think I was ready to fight you.

I had my weapons ready just in case, but I was wrong to doubt you, wasn't I?

May he rest in peace. He made his choice.

It's none of my business. I don't even want to hear about it.

He's completely lost it.

He thinks he owes this judge something.

Cain isn't the type to turn a blind eye.

The judge put a spell on him.

When you were there, you had some control over him.

Is suicide a plausible hypothesis or not?

Absolutely.

Contrary to what you say, Cain isn't at fault.

He's letting me follow my leads,

and so far, they're proving him right.

Yet you came here.

I must admit that Cain is surprising me in this case.

Beer for everyone?

Thanks, Aimé.

But so many things surprise me.

Cain is a good cop, but he's fallible.

Unlike you, I don't put him on a pedestal.

He overlooks certain leads; he doesn't act as he should.

It's none of your business, but you should talk to him.

No! You're not dragging me into this.

I'm the last person he'll listen to.

You're the only one who understands him.

I'm willing to go see the crime scene, but that's it.

I'll take you there whenever you want.

I'll go alone. I need to form my own opinion.

No one must know I'm going there.

Does Mirabeau live there or not?

- No. - I'll keep him busy, just in case.

This sounds like a mutiny.

We're pirates.

You're very good at playing dead!

Are you crazy?

What's with jumping out like that?

I almost killed you.

On my crime scene, it would look messy.

I shouldn't have come, I knew it.

You're a raving lunatic, no one can talk sense into you.

Anyway, it's none of my business.

I don't care if you want to protect your favorite little judge.

- You're raving like a lunatic. - Lucie, I've been waiting for you.

I've got nothing more to get out of you.

What do you mean, you've been waiting for me?

Mirabeau will get away if you don't help me.

These aren't the right forms.

I'm sorry, we have to start all over again.

You call me here and...

Be careful, young man, there is a limit to my patience.

You'll be free in 10 minutes.

Last name, first name.

He almost confessed to killing him.

But without hard evidence, I can't pin him down.

Do you need proof now?

I need you to take charge of the investigation, unofficially.

Don't you trust Borel and Love?

If Mirabeau suspects for a second that we're investigating this murder,

he's capable of making up the worst story to bring me down.

But if I take charge of the investigation...

He might bring you down too.

But since he already kicked me out, I'll fall from a lower height, right?

Let's bury the hatchet?

Since fate is determined to bring us back together.

Fate is a convenient excuse.

Well, I'm not used to talking to underlings,

I've had enough of your papers, I'll come back when Captain Cain is here.

Try a different tone.

Do you know where you are?

And do you know who you're talking to?

I'm going to call Cain and you're going to get an earful.

He's the one who asked me to bring you here.

Okay, Mirabeau mustn't suspect anything.

He thinks you're his friend, and that's fine.

He must continue to believe he's above suspicion.

I don't see what Cain sees in you. He should have fired you a long time ago.

That's enough now!

I'm joking.

And actually, he thinks you killed him.

Yes, forgive me for disturbing you at this late hour,

Edouard Mirabeau, investigating judge.

No, we don't know each other.

I'm opening a new investigation

and I thought you'd be the best person to lead it.

It concerns one of your former acquaintances,

Captain Frederic Cain.

Already here?

The weather forecast is for sunshine. Why don't you take the day off?

The IGPN is here.

I don't really understand why, but we know the guy they sent.

I don't think you're going to like it.

This used to be my office.

Remember?

So, my dear Cain, how's it going?

Commander Leroux.

They transferred you to the IGPN?

Congratulations.

They finally realized that your only talent was pissing off your colleagues.

They're also thinking of promoting you to commander, stuck in this chair.

As if they've realized that mobility isn't your strong suit.

And you came to tell me?

No, I came to stop them.

I started digging up your old files.

I feel like it's going to be very informative.

Mostly you'll find solved cases and guilty parties who've been arrested.

It'll be a change for you.

Let's call it a skills assessment.

A career full of scheming,

repeated bending of the law, and manipulation of suspects

—it's going to be fascinating.

Like the time you bribed a lawyer to get me kicked out of the police.

Thanks for reminding me,

I was about to forget blackmail on your list of achievements.

That's how you and your team got rid of me.

But mentioning it will only make your case worse.

It was very nice chatting with you for a while, Leroux.

I have a judge who has me by the balls, but one phone call and you'll be leaving us soon.

So soon.

So fast.

Is that Judge Mirabeau you're calling?

That's convenient, he's the one who ordered this investigation.

You humiliated me, Cain.

Don't be surprised when it's time to pay the price.

Now, if you'd be so kind as to let me get back to work...

Why did Mirabeau do that?

Why?

I think it's...

kind of my fault.

I thought we were friends.

Yes, I was foolish enough to believe that too.

Come on, Mirabeau, you killed your father, let's not make a big deal out of it.

Don't let it ruin our relationship.

You're amazing.

You tried to trick me with sweet promises,

tacit agreements, and now slander.

Slander is when you don't tell the truth.

Yes, those are precisely the techniques I asked Commander Leroux to denounce.

Your twisted ways of accusing innocent people.

If I may offer some advice, be careful with Leroux,

he's not the most reliable.

But he's efficient and quick.

And you're actually saving me from having to send you a summons.

Would you mind coming with me to my office?

It's where we first met, remember?

Yes.

Thank you, Marion, you can leave us.

- Come in, Cain. - We weren't planning on a confrontation.

We might as well skip the formalities.

Cain, I don't need to introduce you...

Anna Becker.

A former professor of criminology, you were a court expert,

and you are currently incarcerated for murder.

You were the one who arrested her, correct?

Without any satisfaction.

I don't believe that arresting anyone could satisfy you.

You were one of my best students, but it's the hunt that interests you.

Am I wrong?

Profiling, identifying the criminal,

and above all, making them admit their guilt

—that's what it's all about.

The law according to Cain could be the subject of a chapter in applied criminology.

Seduce, sympathize, deceive.

Any means are acceptable to push the criminal into a corner.

It's a shame you've become one.

You could have helped me, Anna.

Is it better to have an innocent man in prison or a criminal on the loose, remember?

That was the basis of my lectures.

I've changed my mind about my conclusions because I'm innocent.

Captain Cain blackmailed me into confessing.

He would only arrest my daughter's killer

if I agreed to take the blame for the murder he was investigating.

He wanted me to be guilty.

What did you promise her?

A reduced sentence?

A retrial?

If Mrs. Becker cooperates with us,

early release pending retrial.

Your career is ruined.

Do you have so many reasons to hold a grudge against me, Leroux?

Don't you wonder why Judge Mirabeau is attacking me,

even though I'm investigating his father's so-called suicide?

That's exactly how you work.

You muddy the waters to get what you want.

You won't get me, Cain.

Come on, give me your gun and your badge.

Your suspension is just the beginning, I swear.

There are too many innocent people in this room.

I think I'll leave you among honest people.

It's my fault.

If I hadn't said anything to the judge...

Yes, it's your fault, Borel.

Fred.

Don't count on me to forgive him.

Well, we're all suspended, even Lucie.

I don't know who's most responsible.

We have to stay focused on Mirabeau.

He mustn't divide us.

Stunia, we desperately need evidence.

I've got the judge's DNA on the bag that strangled his father.

He tidied the house the day before.

However, there are no fingerprints other than the victim's on the fountain pen.

What about the handwriting analysis?

Nothing conclusive, except that it was written in two stages.

Look, there's a clear break,

but it's the same handwriting when it resumes.

What's that?

We're still looking.

This letter isn't getting us anywhere.

Mirabeau had a lifetime to learn how to imitate his father's handwriting.

We'll find another angle to nail him.

Borel, be useful for once and follow him.

- That's what good cops do. - Wait, what are you doing?

Wake up! A tail, now?

We don't have any police badges; we're not allowed to investigate.

Let's not let ourselves be trapped without reacting.

We're in a hole, and it's deep.

And I didn't dig it.

Neither did Nassim nor you.

The only one responsible here is you, Captain.

We're paying for years of your bullshit, and this is how you repay us?

Don't talk to him like that.

We're all in this together.

I'm saying this for you too, Lucie, so stop it.

I'm a big girl, I can take responsibility for my choices, okay?

I don't need anyone to protect me.

Did you come to give me back your police badge?

Yes.

Well, no.

I haven't been with the SRPJ for very long. For me, it was a real promotion.

And you ended up in the wrong department.

My investigation should clear you

if it proves that you're not directly involved

in the captain's little dealings with the law.

All these people.

Golden Jane, guilty of double murder.

We think Cain had sex with her during the investigation.

Stéphane Jordel, accomplice to a serial killer.

Cain was a witness at his wedding

and let him commit one last murder before arresting him.

Shall I go on?

Let me get back to work.

I completely disassociate myself from the captain's actions.

I can even help you.

Really?

Renaud Morin.

We were investigating his death, and all the while he was alive and well.

Guilty of murder and secretly staying with Cain.

Do you mean in Cain's house?

I bet Lucie Delambre knew about it.

If we can charge her too, you'll make me very happy.

Yes.

You've taken up painting?

I needed to find myself after leaving the service.

I thought I knew your inner world,

but it's much more scandalous than I thought.

It's very erotic, isn't it?

See what you want in it.

If you have a dirty mind, the artist declines all responsibility.

What about you, how's your inner world?

We're in the same boat, and let me remind you that it's sinking.

We weren't going to die without each other.

You've got some nerve to say that.

You buried me in a neighborhood police station.

Your food is very good.

Right, change the subject. It's just a steak.

That you were planning to share with Aimé.

Is there trouble between you two?

At least he wouldn't let me go under, rejoicing that we were dying together.

He'd throw me a life jacket.

You're the saddest clown I've ever seen.

Do you ever take off your mask?

Mirabeau would like to rip it off,

and frankly, I don't really want to see the result in the mirror.

Do you understand his psychology?

What's his twisted relationship with you?

I'm disabled like his father.

What does that explain?

What does he want?

To seduce you or bring you down?

We could call in an outside perspective.

Someone to help us draw up his psychological profile.

Here comes the great criminologist.

You haven't changed, Mrs. Becker.

Always ready to accuse anyone to save your own skin.

A bit confrontational for the start of an interrogation.

Effective if you take over in a slightly friendlier tone.

You're on the wrong side of the fence to be looking down on him.

Did you explain to her that we're about to switch places?

It's nice to see you so alert.

I see prison hasn't done you too much harm.

You don't know what prison did to me.

If you push Cain, others will do the same.

The list is already in the works.

Yes, you're right,

what I'm doing is absolutely despicable, I'm sorry.

Does she really think I'm going to burst into tears and change my mind?

Anna, what did you think of Judge Mirabeau?

So, it's between you two, isn't it?

A cockfight.

Mirabeau is a murderer.

A parricide.

We're trying to nail him, so he's fighting back.

I'm not asking you to change your testimony,

I know you won't.

But we've brought you his file.

We need your analysis.

Profile him and help us understand who we're up against.

I'm flattered, really.

But what's in it for me?

Profiling the judge who could set me free

would be detrimental, wouldn't it?

I told you we wouldn't get anything out of her.

He's probably the finest specimen we've ever come across.

A man who should never have killed and who is proud of having done so.

And to think that Leroux wants to exonerate others like her.

By the way, I forgot to tell you he summoned me.

He hates us so much that he's charging ahead like a bulldozer.

But how can we make him understand that he's just a puppet

and that Mirabeau is pulling the strings?

You usually set one of your twisted traps.

In the current context, it would backfire on me.

And convincing Leroux...

he'll never listen to us.

That's for sure.

He'd need to have it right in front of him.

Like the judge arrives and says, “Hello, I'm a murderer, I killed my father,

could you get rid of Cain and his whole gang for me?

Thank you, bye.”

What if Mirabeau did that?

That'd be too good to be true.

Yes, but he's hot-headed. I can provoke him,

annoy him, and push him to do something rash.

Enough to tip Leroux off?

You see, it's easy.

Was it really worth killing Dad to come and slum it here?

What are you doing here?

With guts, you could have had this kind of fun without having to kill anyone.

Go on, miss.

I'd hate to deprive my friend of his little pleasures.

Do you know what fear is, Mirabeau?

Real fear.

The kind that makes you feel unsafe everywhere.

Are you going to hurt me?

Don't tempt me.

You're affecting him.

You won't solve anything with violence.

Maybe not, but it's relaxing, isn't it?

Police and justice, we would have made a great pair.

Wait, we can still be friends.

One word from you and I'll stop the whole procedure.

Why not?

I've let murderers go before.

It wouldn't be the first time.

Once, I made a deal with a very nasty guy,

much worse than you, to save my son.

Miss, did you know that my friend was a murderer?

He killed his father.

I forbid you to say that.

I'll crush you, Cain. You know that, don't you?

Come on, enjoy the show.

You won't see anything like this in prison.

Your threats and slander will cost you dearly.

Stop telling lies about me

and I'll stop telling the truth about you.

This is my place, you know.

It could have been ours.

If only you had listened to me back then.

All we had to do was get rid of Cain and...

Now you're supposed to say it's not too late.

And I'd say yes,

it is too late

because now I don't need you to get rid of him.

And I'd add that you've picked up some very bad habits

and that you're going to leave the police force too.

If you're answering all the questions,

- why am I here? - I want to savor this.

I want to read the distress in your eyes.

I'm not afraid.

You can come in.

Lucie, we don't have to fall for Cain.

We don't have to fall at all.

He'll fall on his own, it won't last.

I've seen the files, all the tricks he forced you to cover up.

Everything we did, we did together.

And without us, a bunch of criminals would still be free today.

We could have solved all those cases properly

if I'd stayed in that department,

and if that idiot Moretti hadn't let Cain act against all common sense.

I think I'm going to shut up from now on.

You've said too much.

We can talk about your little internal love affairs,

but we don't touch Moretti's memory, is that right?

No, you said we could have solved them properly.

What I see once again is that there's nothing proper about you.

Integrity is completely foreign to you.

Solidarity among colleagues is just as foreign to you.

I didn't tell you,

we found a new victim of Cain,

Cécile Massart.

She's the heiress to the family that runs the supermarkets

and the western theme park.

That rings a bell.

- She had members of her family murdered, right? - Yes.

I had a little trouble finding my way around her file,

but Cain and Commander Delambre tricked her

into staging a fake murder to catch her.

Not exactly standard procedure.

That's the least you can say.

And do you know who played the victim?

Little Borel.

I'll call him in.

Congratulations, Commander.

We'll finally be able to nail him too.

How long have we known each other?

Six years.

Those days of being a clumsy rookie are long gone.

You've had plenty of time to observe me, Borel.

Do you think Leroux is right?

No.

That I've gone a little too far sometimes?

No.

Well, taking Lucie off the case wasn't your best move.

You fired the gun, that's true.

And I could indeed have been killed in that western park.

Then there was the time you left me hiding all alone on Frioul Island,

and there's also Tina.

Okay, I get it.

And when I was on my boat, all that...

I understand, I assure you.

Was it that hard?

Didn't it work?

Commander Leroux has brought out the steamroller.

With all the weapons he has at his disposal, I wouldn't give a damn for your life.

Your plan better work.

Mirabeau is going to put pressure on him; I've rushed the finale.

Now is when your infiltration becomes important, Love.

You call that infiltration? I helped him screw you all over.

When he has doubts about the judge, he'll turn to you.

You'll help him understand that he's on the wrong side

and that he has a real criminal to arrest.

It's all up to you now.

What if it doesn't work out the way you want it to?

In that case, don't worry about it, do what Becker did:

save your own skin and blame me.

Never in a million years.

If I'm wrong and I have to go down, I'd rather go down alone.

That's the only lifeline I can throw you.

He thinks I'm scared.

He thinks we're scared of big bad Cain.

Look at that, we're going to question them all one by one.

It'll take as long as it takes, but he's stuck.

As long as it takes? We don't have time.

Let's release them.

Your files will be enough for me to speed up the process.

I'll take responsibility for it.

Release them?

There's one missing, Commander.

Good thing I'm here to finish your work.

Driven to crime by Cain,

charged with attempted murder after a crazy setup,

and who ended up killing someone, yes,

but only because of the assurance of our dear captain.

No, we can't do that.

I know the case well; this guy is a real psychopath.

Who has it in for Cain, yes, I know.

Your Honor, he killed Sonia,

the woman Cain loved, and their unborn child.

His father created a perfect sociopath.

He turned him into a mean, ruthless little judge.

Why?

His own frustrations.

He turned him into a cripple for life.

That's all?

A simple transfer between his father and me?

Crush a cripple with his father's blessing

was a golden opportunity.

But you showed him something else:

freedom.

- Speaking of freedom... - I've told my lawyer.

I won't testify against you.

Not after reading this file.

I'll be eligible for parole in two years, it's worth it.

There was no reason Mirabeau should ever have become a murderer.

But one event turned everything upside down.

Tina's murder.

He felt a power he didn't know he had.

He felt exhilarated and important.

You set him free.

Or more accurately, his love for you set him free.

- You're going a bit far. - No.

He's in love with you, Cain.

He got rid of Lucie Delambre because she was in the way.

And in his erotic delusion, he convinced himself that you loved him too.

He went after me like a wounded lover,

is that it?

He hates you as much as he loves you because he gave you everything.

Because when his father spoke harshly to you,

he dared to stand up to him and finally took action.

You're telling me he killed him to protect me.

I'd say he killed him because he thought you permitted him.

Your analyses are always very insightful,

but you won't drag me into this.

You're dancing with the devil, Cain,

and you're the one who invited him to the ball.

Need a hand, Fred?

Balducci.

I didn't expect to see you again so soon either.

Is that a camera?

You should see your face.

Was it Judge Mirabeau who released you?

I don't know, I didn't even have to ask.

I signed my release papers and got my things back.

I'm going to kill you, Balducci, you know that, right?

That's a big word.

You know, I had time to think in prison.

That's all you can do there.

I was wrong back then.

Sonia was pregnant with you, but she wasn't the one you loved,

it was Lucie.

Right?

That's what I was afraid of.

I didn't kill the right one.

Here's your phone.

The photo's terrible.

We'll take better ones, I promise.

If you touch a hair on Lucie's head...

That's good, I can tell you still love her just as much.

Nothing's more beautiful than love.

We'll see each other again soon, the three of us.

Let's do something, a little photo shoot, if you want.

Come on, Fred.

Don't bother, it's not going to start.

It must be Delco ignition system.

You're a pedestrian now, Fred.

Well, a pedestrian, sort of.

Fred?

What?

Hello?

Borel, call it off.

It's between Mirabeau and me now.

What?

It didn't go as planned.

Let me go down alone, guys.

What happened?

You should know the rules, Lieutenant.

So here we are.

I hope you'll be more cooperative than your superiors.

I have something to declare.

I'm all ears.

Captain Cain and Commander Delambre have nothing to blame themselves for.

I'm the one who committed the irregularities in this department.

Go ahead, tell me.

In that western park, for example,

I was the one who lured Cécile Massart into shooting me.

Luckily, Captain Cain arrived in time to save me.

I want to make a statement. Everything will make sense, you'll see.

Hello?

What?

That's impossible.

As for the gardener who pretended to be dead,

I took him in at my mother's place, in her apartment.

Nassim, stop, this is nonsense.

No, go on, continue. You'll see, it's very amusing.

Did you release Balducci?

It's being looked into, yes, but it's not done yet.

The judge released him from prison this morning,

without justification, in defiance of all the laws.

This information is confidential.

You're not a bad cop, Commander.

I refuse to believe it but open your eyes to what's going on.

He's going after Cain.

Or Lucie.

Are you completely out of your mind?

Balducci, really?

And Stéphane Jordel, Naïma Chahine, Captain Cortez,

Antoine Virandel, they're all going to be free.

Leave me a moment, I'll finish the paperwork for Alexandre Zwicker.

You don't have the guts to kill another disabled person, is that it?

Don't you want to finish the job yourself?

It's over, Mirabeau.

I'm not playing anymore.

We're putting other people's lives in danger.

So, what do you suggest?

Do whatever you want with me,

but issue an arrest warrant for Balducci right now.

He just got out; it would be a shame.

It's like when Tina was on the run.

If Balducci worries you so much, do what you have to do.

So, we're back to square one.

Is that your idea?

You want to charge me with murder?

This man killed that poor woman, Sonia.

And she was pregnant, I believe, wasn't she?

Captain, you can't let him live after that.

Did your father make you so insensitive to other people's pain?

If you prefer, you can soon take it out on Mr. Zwicker.

Another family affair, if I understand correctly.

I won't give you that pleasure.

I'll find a solution.

You forget who I am, I always find a solution.

Even with both your legs, you're still a little judge, Edouard.

A very little judge.

Stunia, the suicide note that was stopped and then resumed,

that little scribble in the margin,

could it be because we changed the ink cartridge along the way?

I love you.

The cartridge must have been left there; I'll go get it and bring it back to you.

I'm coming.

Yes, you can't move anymore.

Very effective, (inaudible).

Thank you.

I'm so happy to see you, Lucie.

Oh, that scared little look is so cute.

I can't resist.

I owe you an apology, Lucie.

I really thought Sonia had won Cain's heart.

How could I not see that his love for you was purer and more sincere?

What did you do to Cain?

Nothing for now, not without you.

It's him.

Sit down.

You'll stay alert,

but you'll feel a little numb. That's normal.

Lucie, meet me at François Mirabeau's house.

We need to search the crime scene. I've figured out how to trap the judge.

There you go.

I forbid you to enter my office.

You believed it, didn't you?

The Commander's Statue comes to punish the murderer.

You won't find anything here, Captain.

At least, not what you came looking for.

Lucie?

Lucie, meet me at François Mirabaud's house.

We need to search the crime scene.

It's useless.

I love someone else.

I know you're lying.

True love endures everything.

Time, arguments, suffering.

Even death.

What made you think you could commit the perfect crime?

You've played your last card, Cain.

You've got nothing left.

Do you really believe that?

There's still the spare cartridge you put in the fountain pen.

I haven't decided yet which one of you will suffer more from the loss of the other.

Kill me.

Thank you.

Thank you for helping me choose.

That's the problem with you criminals.

You think you're so superior.

But one little detail is enough to trip you up.

I'm not a criminal, I'm justice.

You seem so convinced.

Wake up, Mirabeau,

you're just another murderer.

He deserved to die. You saw him,

you heard him, he wanted to separate us.

He said things about you.

If we started killing everyone who said bad things about me...

What made you think we were friends?

Perfect.

You'll see everything from here.

I only used you whenever I needed you.

You loved me, Fred.

No.

No, not me.

Ask Lucie, she'll tell you, I'm impervious to feelings.

That's a lie, there was something special between us.

Don't hold back your tears.

A face in pain is so beautiful.

The only feeling I can give you, Mirabeau,

is pity.

You deserved a less mediocre life.

I don't want anyone to talk to me like that ever again!

Don't hold back your tears.

Balducci, drop your weapon!

Last warning, Balducci!

Lucie.

Fred!

Fred!

This is stupid, we're going to have to arrest them again.

Will you get me a drink, Jacques?

Lucie?