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The girl has to be in the van.

I want to stop them.

Pistillo?

-No, wait. Not yet. -Okay!

Let me know.

Did you get the registration?

AW 661 MH.

Don't let them see you, Tessier.

I know my job, sir.

Sigma 1, Sigma 2. Waiting for orders.

They've arrived.

SWAT team is five minutes away.

The van just entered a depot.

24 avenue Waldeck Rochet,

in Issy-les-Moulineaux.

Wait for the signal.

I'm waiting.

Mallet, do we have cameras there?

Checking.

Shit. What are they up to?

The van's moving.

It's about to leave.

Okay, go, move in.

I'm moving in.

Police! Get out the van.

-Get out! -What's going on?

-Get out. -I'm innocent.

On the ground.

Don't move!

-Where's the girl? -What girl?

Freeze!

-I'm innocent. -Stay down!

Calm down...

-Ready. -Let's go.

It's empty.

Search the depot.

It's empty. We'll check the depot.

Get the door.

Don't move! Get down!

Tessier?

Tessier...

Shit.

Spread your legs!

What the hell's going on?

Spread your legs!

They're pros, sir.

They're long gone.

I told you.

We should've moved in earlier.

Fucking shit! There are no cameras.

We can't find out how they left.

-In the Delaunay case, we... -Get back.

MISSING

Doctor?

Dr Lambert?

It happened so quickly.

He was tall.

Very tall.

He had a goatee I think.

And his voice?

You said he said something.

Dr Lambert?

Would you know his voice?

He had an eastern accent.

Oh and...

his 23 was bad.

His 23?

His canine. It was brown.

It was... I don't know...

He had an infection or...

Get back.

-So? -Nothing.

They're gone. We have nothing.

Shit.

You shouldn't have played their game.

You should've stopped her.

I tried, you know Alice.

She won't listen.

You tried.

And it's now you turn up after 15 years of silence?

Haven't you hurt her enough already?

They sabotaged the aquarium. They sure fooled us.

They knew we'd be there.

Something's not right because Delaunay's murder,

it was improvised, it was messy.

This went like clockwork.

Every move was planned.

They're not the kidnappers.

They never had her.

-Who were they then? -Professionals.

They just wanted the Delaunays' money.

In that case,

why target the daughter-in-law? It makes no sense.

Why?

Because a mother's easily manipulated.

What do you know?

I'll show you some mugshots.

Tell me if you recognize anyone.

No.

He was bigger, taller.

Like this?

Yes, a bit like him but...

He had more hair.

Like this?

We'll start with this and let you know.

Come on, let's go.

Thanks.

So where can Tara be?

You know the statistics. It's been 11 days.

11 days!

If we do find her,

if we find her,

she may already be dead.

Mrs Lambert...

we'll do all we can to find Tara.

I can see that.

Come on.

What?

Is giving her false hopes better?

No, just hope, Cyril. It's different.

Hope is what makes people unhappy.

There was a surge of solidarity this afternoon in Loiret

when a crowd of 500 people gathered for a solemn march

to show their support for the mother of Tara Lambert-Delaunay,

who was kidnapped after her father was tragically killed.

Laurent Delaunay and his wife, Alice Lambert,

were attacked at their home on 6th October,

the attacker opened fire...

Hours of TV is no good for anyone, Alice.

Don't move too much.

-How delicate. -Sorry.

Now you're on TV you ignore me?

There. Try not to move too much.

Okay.

It'll be okay.

-Hello. -Hello.

Can you tell Mrs Delaunay I'm here?

I won't need to.

If you came for forgiveness? You won't get it.

What have you done?

Why isn't Tara here? You had the money.

Why did you call the police?

I don't know, I shouldn't have. I'll pay you back.

It's not about the money and you know it.

Because of you I've lost my son and my grand-daughter.

Edith... the only way to find Tara is to stick together.

For Laurent's sake.

Never talk in Laurent's place ever again.

You tried to keep us apart.

That's not true.

It's not fair to say that.

You're talking to me about fairness?

You know what would be fair?

That Laurent be here, and that you be in his place!

-Hello. -Hello.

MISSING

Let me do it.

Hold this.

I know what you think.

I don't think anything.

I feel so useless.

Are you angry at me because of the cops?

No. It was my decision.

Oh no...

It's a cash-for-gold shop.

The owner was handling stolen goods. The stones he's trying to get rid of,

they're from a heist where shots were fired,

with the same gun that killed your husband, Dr Lambert.

Do you recognize him?

It's my sister's boyfriend.

-Vince, right? -Yes.

Did he kill Laurent and take Tara?

You said you saw your sister.

What did she say?

I was going to get the money. We didn't talk much.

You don't believe me?

This was filmed yesterday,

in a chemist's in Paris.

Your sister used a 500-euro note.

The chemist was suspicious.

Why, was it fake?

The serial number matches Delaunay's.

It's from the ransom money.

They had the gun, now they have the money.

I know it's hard to accept, Dr Lambert.

Claire may have drug problems but that's going a bit far.

Alice...

I… I don't know.

And you still don't know where she is?

Neither of them?

We're trying to find them.

If she tries to contact you

call us next time.

...call us next time.

Excuse me.

You could be more tactful, Tessier.

Good day, Mr Barthel.

I bet she's in quite a shock right now.

I'm talking to you.

A junkie sister, and a sloppy robber killing Delaunay by accident, okay...

but organizing the ransom at Trocadero on their own?

-It's unlikely. -But they've got the money.

Richard,

I already told the police. I don't know where Claire is.

Isn't there a friend who she often visited

-or places she liked to go to? -No.

Anyway, I'm sure she isn't involved in Tara's kidnapping.

The police don't think so.

Claire…

she pops in a few times a year,

out of the blue.

She doesn't tell us much.

They were so happy as kids.

They'd laugh for hours on end.

But they grew up.

When Paul had his accident,

it all got so complicated.

Richard... will you help her?

I'll try my best,

I promise, Christine.

Thank you.

Come on, darling.

Louis.

-What is it? -If Tara's with Claire, she's alive.

She'd never hurt her.

When Claire came to the hospital with Vince,

I took a photo of him.

What is it?

The badge on his jacket. It's a gym in Bagnolet. Maybe Vince goes there and someone knows where they are.

It's a lead.

Are you going to the cops?

No way, Claire's scared of them.

I have to go alone.

Alone? You're insane.

-He's dangerous. -I have to find them.

Alice, stay here!

Alice!

Shit. Richard?

I suppose you tried to stop her?

I'll see what I can do.

Wait. What's the guy's name?

Vincent Lopes. Are you sure?

Okay, got him.

-My informer said Lopes is hiding. -Where?

A hideout in Bagnolet.

-"The Ring". -I know it, "Fort Alamo".

You think the girl's there?

We'll need the SWAT unit. Get ready.

Take your vest, Romano.

Boss?

Can I help you?

Yes, I'm looking for Vince.

Vince?

-I don't know any Vince. -He works out here.

I know everyone here. There's no Vince.

Are you sure?

Certain. Thank you.

I just spoke to our informer. Lopes is there.

We don't know about Claire.

-You sure it fits? -Yes.

Shit.

Wait. We're not going anywhere.

The SWAT is not ready.

It's near a shopping center and may get out of hand.

It's dangerous, so they need time.

And do they care about Tara?

It's a six-month-old baby in an underground?

If we wait, she'll be gone.

-They're right. -I know they are.

What shall we do?

You know what?

You'd gone.

I was too late.

We'd left. Got it?

I know you...

The Lambert case, right?

-Alice? -Yes.

-I'm Kadija. -Hi.

You know a guy called Vince?

Why do you want Vince ?

You now where he is?

No, he isn't at the gym.

I'm Claire's sister.

I need to talk to her.

Yeah, me too. Piss off.

I said it's important.

Get lost, Goldilocks.

Tell him if I don't find him, the cops will.

Alice, wait.

Is it about your daughter?

Yes.

They took her baby. We can't just leave her.

Get in.

-Come with us. -Get in, we're good.

After you.

Seatbelt.

-You'll be fine, don't worry. -Eh, what are you doing?

Come over here, come on.

She came to the gym.

Why are you here?

Why did you bring her? She's tailed by the cops.

Put that down. Fuck.

Where's Claire?

Claire?

Listen... I gave you all my money.

Wait, what cash?

The million euros. I've no more.

What million?

Shut up.

Come here, you.

What money?

I said shut it.

What a bastard.

Did you know, bitch?

-Ass licker! -No!

-What about you? -Hell no. -Are you shitting me? -I know nothing.

-What is this? -Listen... I don't care what happened.

All I want is my girl.

What are you on about? I'm not involved.

Your gun killed my husband.

That's nothing to do with me.

It was stolen weeks ago.

Where's Claire?

I need to see her.

Claire?

Last time I saw her was with you.

She's with that weirdo.

-Who? -I don't now, an easterner.

An easterner?

Police!

On the ground!

Shit, come on!

On the ground!

Don't move.

Drop your weapon.

Get off me.

Get down there. Go.

Quick!

Over there.

Two are getting away!

Get up!

Get off me!

Where's Lopes?

-What Pez? -Where's Lopes ?

Bitch!

Tessier, Lopes got away.

Hello!

Get off me, asshole!

Go to the mall entrance.

Bunch of bitches.

Tessier, is it so hard to answer?

Tessier, where the hell are you?

You know Lewis Carroll?

A rabbit hole only has one exit.

Get a move on!

Wait, wait.

Who's the guy with my sister with the accent?

Is it a guy with a beard?

-Do you know him? -Shit.

He took the ransom money.

He took Tara. Son of a bitch.

Come on.

We're in the mall.

Okay, you go that way.

You take that end.

Fuck.

There's a cop up there.

Tell me where she is or I'll scream.

Just try it.

If the cops catch me,

you'll never see your sister nor your daughter ever again.

Come on. Move.

Shit.

Bastard.

Lopes is in the shopping center.

I'll get the walkway.

Here, this way.

Come on.

Go on.

What is it?

Don't move. Where does it hurt?

Let me see.

Don't do this!

Move.

Wait. Let me see.

They're on the east side.

One of them is injured.

Wait, let me take a look.

Oh, fuck.

Listen to me.

It's bad.

You pierced a lung. You've 10 minutes to get to the hospital.

You'll give me in to the cops.

Look at me. Swear you'll help me find my sister.

Hello, Nadia?

I need help.

Breathe slowly. Don't breathe deeply.

Breathe slowly.

Here.

Rest on me. Breathe slowly.

Rest on me.

Stop!

-Let me go. -Dr Lambert.

Drop the weapon.

-No? I have to find my daughter. -We'll find her.

Drop the weapon.

No.

Let me go.

Tessier, I can see you.

Who's with you?

Who are you aiming at?

You'll never guess.

What the hell?

Dr Lambert, don't be stupid.

For the last time, drop the weapon.

No, let me go.

Okay, we're coming.

No--

No, it wasn't me.

I didn't shoot.

It wasn't me.

Tessier's down, get help.

Fuck!

Tessier?

Is he okay?

Cyril?

It hit the vest.

Ferrand?

They headed for the carpark.

Come on. The keys!

Give me your keys. The keys!

Don't hurt me.

Sit upright. And breathe slowly.

How does this work? Fuck!

Stop!

Cyril? Say something,

even something stupid.

We'll get Lopes, I swear.

It wasn't Lopes… who shot me.

Lambert.

Claire Lambert?

Alice... Lambert.

I'm in the carpark.

Yes, at the meeting point.

Yes, I brought everything. Don't worry.

Where are you?

I can't see you.

I see you now.

Put the seat back.

-Well? -His pulse is weak.

We have to take him in.

The cops are after us.

What have you done? Give him a heart massage.

It's still weak.

Who is this guy? Alice?

My sister's boyfriend. He can help find Tara.

-You're losing him. -Wait.

-Alice, we have to take him in. -Wait!

-Defibrillator. -Alice...

Give me the defibrillator!

Christ!

And the scissors.

Just a broken rib. His vest saved him.

Wait a minute, Romano.

So you're saying Tessier's down

and Lambert ran off with Lopes?

Yes, the woman whose car they stole confirmed it.

Right...

Listen, I'll deal with the prefect.

I'll sort out the mess with the SWAT,

but you're in charge.

-Right? -Okay, boss.

Understood.

We have to find her.

Can I count on you?

Okay.

Shit!

-We reported the car to all units. -It isn't enough.

Inform all the hospitals.

Send out a call for Alice Lambert.

I want all the camera footage.

I want them found and this case closed.

Okay?

Okay.

Thank you.

Hello?

Speaking.

What?

Move back.

Three, two, one.

No.

Shit, try again.

Three, two, one.

-I've got a pulse. -Fuck.

Okay... take that.

Shit, he isn't breathing. He has a collapsed lung.

Chest tube?

Is there another option?

Okay. Here we go.

Okay.

Miss?

€6.40 please.

No change?

No.

Good.

Okay, he's breathing.

-Nadia, get back to the hospital. -No way.

If the cops show up, they will suspect you.

-And him? -I'll manage.

Come here.

-It's bleeding. Let me dress it. -No, I'll do it.

I'll be okay.

Don't worry.

Nadia?

Don't you dare say thanks.

-Don't move. Stay there. Stay. -Fuck.

-Stay there. -What did you do to me?

I saved your life.

Now tell me where my sister is.

I don't know.

You said you knew.

-It's what you wanted to hear. -You're kidding?

Do you know what I just did?

I'm sorry.

-You got her in this mess. -Stop.

I tried to get her clean.

Yeah, I saw that at the hospital.

You're wrong.

I love her.

We had a row, she left.

Who with? With the easterner?

I don't know.

She called me two days later.

She said that where she was she could think of you every day.

Fuck. That means she's with Tara.

Listen to me. Listen...

Whatever your sister did,

even if she got roped in,

she'd never hurt your daughter.

-Shit! -Never.

Hands up.

-Police, hands up. -He's hurt.

Get out.

Dr Lambert, you're in custody from today at 19:22.

You have the right to call a lawyer, a doctor or family.

Take her.

She's in custody for having shot a police officer.

She was helping her sister's boyfriend, Vince Lopes, to escape.

I wanted to inform you before the press turns up.

Thank you, Chief.

You're welcome. Goodbye.

What a hussy.

I'm calling Mr Karashian, she'll get 20 years.

-Edith, it's not up to you… -No, Edouard.

You heard as well as I did. Right?

Her sister spent the ransom money.

Our money.

She shot the cop to defend that lowlife.

She's been lying from the start. Yes, I know...

but...

She killed our son.

-Are you okay? -Yes.

Keep an eye on him for me. Thanks.

Don't move. Here...

-Sir? -What?

He says he remembers nothing.

Excuse me, I have a meeting. Thank you.

Hey, Mallet?

So you're having trouble remembering?

I already told your friends, I don't remember anything.

They don't treat Alzheimer's here but...

I can work miracles. Can you leave us?

Thanks.

You remember I was shot?

I don't remember.

Yeah, but I was shot with your gun,

with your prints on it. Shame.

You'll get 30 years in the nick, not Dr Lambert.

I don't know any Dr Lambert. You don't know Dr Lambert?

Did she ask you to kill her husband?

She treated you. She sewed you up.

Fuck!

You think you're in Gitmo?

-A problem, sir? -No.

We're just chatting.

I sewed myself up.

I got my diploma in a cracker.

Same as your badge.

Stop, it hurts when I laugh.

Tell your boss to piss off.

My lawyer's gonna love you.

When Delaunay was killed,

I was abroad.

It's true.

Mallet just called. My bad then.

Sorry. Fuck!

Take him back.

Thanks.

-Detective? -What? I'm in a rush.

We found this at the hideout.

They're Claire Lambert's things.

For the interrogation.

Thanks.

-Hello, detective. -Hello.

His bullet-proof vest saved him.

You're in big trouble.

It's your word against a senior officer's.

I don't know what happened. I didn't shoot.

Don't deny it, I was there.

Detective...

My client answered. Please stay calm.

You know, Barthel, you're a scumbag,

who defends even bigger scumbags. Thanks for the compliment.

Young man? I hope you wrote that down.

He isn't helping, and you admitted to holding the weapon.

But I didn't shoot. Check the gun.

-We are. -Good.

Lopes will witness.

He'll confirm you pulled the trigger.

My client's innocent.

She's looking for her daughter. Do you understand?

So that's a reason to shoot Tessier?

Once again, it wasn't her.

If you had proof, it'd be on your desk.

Right?

The ballistics results are due tomorrow, so we'll see.

What's wrong Richard? Why not inside?

I'm up to the neck with this case.

Precisely...

About Tessier.

-You get the results tomorrow? -Yes.

It's best I tell you now.

The bullet came from my gun.

What?

I pulled the trigger.

Otherwise, Alice might have shot him.

Oh fuck...

But Richard, do you...

do you realize how much shit I'm in?

I can imagine.

Is it Alice, the girl from 15 years ago?

I hope she's worth it.

I can't cover you this time.

-You can. -No!

Not as much as you think.

What were you trying to do?

If you suspected Lopes, why not tell us?

I had to see my sister first.

-Why? -She wouldn't talk to you.

So you think she's involved in all this?

That's not what I mean.

So why help you sister's accomplice?

Didn't you help him escape, steal a car and then treat him?

You don't have to answer.

You knew where Vincent Lopes was, but not your sister?

No.

Alright.

Dr Lambert, how was your marriage?

-I beg your pardon? -Is that irrelevant to this case?

Was everything okay?

Forget it.

There's something I don't quite get.

Your sister who you fell out with,

who cut all ties with the family.

She turns up the day before your husband was shot

and the day before paying the ransom.

A sister you were...

very close to

at some point, no?

What is this?

What are you imagining?

Nothing, it's just a technique.

She's trying to break you so you admit it.

-But there's nothing to admit. -Really?

May I see you outside?

Of course, Mr Barthel.

-Hello. -Hello.

Hello.

We're looking for your girl too.

Do you want a drink?

No enquiry?

Nothing?

You were shot by accident.

The rest isn't leaving this office.

He shot me, and I nearly died,

but he resigns

and it's all history.

Is that it?

Yes, exactly.

I had no choice.

Have you two been dating for long?

You told him? Fuck you.

My client's a widow, her girl's missing

and you're accusing her without proof.

-Imagine the headlines? -I see.

Intimidation, blackmail…

Blackmail? Are you okay?

Great, you?

As you see.

Did I blackmail you? Have I...

POLICE RECORD

It'd better be me otherwise...

I know where Claire is.

It's a chalet my dad rented every summer.

They're only her pajamas.

They're only her pajamas.

So fucking find her!

Find her!

Find her.

No.

TWO YEARS LATER

Three years old boy fell. He has trouble breathing.

-Are you the mom? -Yes.

-Has this happened before? -No.

He may have laryngitis I'll check now.

We can't keep him here.

There's no time. Sit him up. We have to get him ready.

Is it bad? Can you heal him?

-Stay with me. -Don't worry. We'll take care of you.

They'll look after him.

I'll just check you over.

So he's having breathing trouble.

-We're examining him but he'll be fine. -Can I see him?

My colleague will fetch you in 15 minutes.

-Okay, thank you. -Stay here.

Is that for me?

Well played!

Go on!

-Careful, Hugo! -Go!

-Here! -Here! No!

-No! -Go! Foul!

Foul.

Cross!

That's it.

Go!

Goal!

What a goal. Let's carry on.

It's burning.

-It's burning. -Quick.

Oh no...

She's better, right?

Yeah.

I need a break.

Kids?

Goal.

About your house...

I saw my estate agent friend.

She has a good offer for you.

Thanks, Sophie, but that's my decision to make.

Goal!

Goal!

MISSING

TARA'S BODY STILL NOT FOUND

SEARCH FOR MISSING CHILD OVER

MISSING CHILDREN

Sorry, no new messages.

FIND TARA

It's hard, dad.

I tell people I've moved on but I can't.

I see Tara in every child.

I don't even know if I'd recognize her if I saw her.

I wish you could help me.

What is it?