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* exciting music *

* horns, traffic noise *

(Sorry) It can't go on like this, Antoine.

either you make it

get a handle on your art disability or you...

Or what? Are you going to fire me?

Come on, out with it, are you going to fire me?

I can't get you detected anymore.

You would still for the exact address

ask the "Demoiselles d'Avignon".

- Huh, what? Whose address? Slow down.

- It'll never work. - Let's calm down.

Because a reading or arithmetic weakness, for example

can be treated well.

Why shouldn't it work if you have an art weakness?

- There you have it, we'll find something. - Yeah.

We just need the right therapy.

Hey, what kind of therapy?

I'm not gonna lay down on a couch and talk to a guy like that.

There are many methods.

There is sophrology or hypnosis or somatherapy, the kine...

What kind of somatherapy? What is this madness? Somatherapy?

Captain, trust me.

I'm sure I'll find a method for you, okay?

You have no choice, Antoine. You have to do something.

* Knock, door opens. *

Captain, you should check this out.

Just came in the mail.

What is that?

- Apparently GPS coordinates. - Yes, I see that too, but why?

No idea.

(Pardo) Someone wants to meet you.

"The Checkers".

Bullshit like we have nothing else to do.

- But it's beautiful here, isn't it? - Yes, yes, wonderful.

Uh, what was the name of the painting again? The What players?

Well... well, lady!

One ??of the first paintings by Gustave Courbet.

And sure enough, that one on the left with a pipe and a hat, smiling

That's him. That's Gustave. Gustave Courbet.

It's great.

Why don't you ever care what I say ? I'm trying to help you.

Um, your date is already here.

Hopefully he has a good explanation.

Excuse me?

Monsieur?

Did you send me these?

* suspenseful music *

Hello, monsieur?

He is dead.

* oppressive music *

The desperate.

What is that? Hm?

Another painting by Courbet.

Is there anything on the back?

"Now it's your turn."

* wafting music *

* suspenseful music *

- Antoine Verlay - Florence Chassagne

- * Camera clicks. * - ( man) That's it.

So what do we have?

Death occurred today between seven and nine o'clock.

When the park opened.

But the card was sent yesterday.

Hey, weird, then the perpetrator planned the whole thing out.

What is that, is someone trying to challenge us?

You're being challenged. He's addressing you.

- You mean to me personally? - Mhm.

Someone knows me and sends me paintings?

- No. - And I don't know the victim either.

- Henri who? Henri Courcelles. - Does that ring?

He was an art dealer.

Specializes in oriental antiques, right?

See, you know more than me. What did that guy do?

I think he was connected to some fraud cases.

And if the killer was duped and now challenges the OCBC,

because he thinks that we failed?

- It's possible, isn't it? - Mmm, it's possible.

- What role does Courbet play in this? - Well, okay.

I'm looking for the files on Courcelles

and you search his office, interrogate his staff.

He must have had an assistant.

"For ten years I've admired you,

today I want to squash you like a cockroach

and see your head explode and your eyes out...

kick the caves."

Is that your handwriting?

- Yes. - Okay.

Why were you so mad at your boss, huh?

- Did he replace you with a younger one? - A slimmer one.

- Please? - He didn't think I was presentable anymore.

You have served him for ten years, cover up his deceit,

and then he fires you because you're overweight?

Ever since I looked like this he couldn't take me anymore.

I lost my confidence.

- He did everything he could to make me go. - Mhm.

(over speaker) "He humiliated you, didn't he?"

"And you were going to make him pay for it."

"No, no, I didn't kill him."

"It felt good to write. I could never have told him that."

Why your paintings?

Because of our slim waist?

I got hurt about my looks.

- What a joke. - But you also provoked it.

You should acknowledge me. Me, my paintings.

I wanted to change everything. Real people show, real bodies.

- Real faces. - And a bit shocking too.

When you stop teasing, you don't matter anymore.

* Door is opened. *

Why did she do that with the postcards?

- Sorry? - Well, she hates that Courcelles,

but then why is she provoking the OCBC?

For me there is any connection.

We found that in you.

You like postcards with paintings on them, yes?

- Um, yes, I buy them in museums. - Aha, okay.

It's funny because the same was at Courcelles.

What did that mean that you were desperate?

What? No.

Okay, so what's with this quirk with the postcards, huh?

I'm definitely not going to jail for paying the money.

- There you go, what money? - What money?

Now... stop kidding , okay?

- But... - Don't kid me.

You were involved in the scams,

so who did you give the money to?

- "I don't know what you're talking about." - Oh no.

"What money?"

You talk, or do you want to go to jail?

Listen I told you everything.

It wasn't me, you know? - Wait. Antoine?

- What? - Will you come over?

Yes.

Very short.

What is it?

- What is this? Hm? - W - e need to put pressure on them.

She wants to tell me something about paid money.

Antoine, there is no money.

- What do you mean there's no money? - She meant the postcard.

The painting is called "Paying the Money".

Um, well, I don't understand that.

Georges de La Tour, the painter, remember?

- And? There, the coins. - On the table. The money paid.

The money.

(moans) Shit.

This can not go on like this.

You could put the responsibility for a traffic light on a blind man.

- Now wait a minute Alex... - No. You're a great cop,

but as long as you don't have minimal art knowledge

and your blockage is not resolved,

do not conduct interrogations alone .

- What's that supposed to mean? - It means

Madame Chassagne will assist you with the interrogations.

- Really? - Well, that's bullshit.

- She has no idea. - Maybe. But she prevents

that you talk nonsense, when it comes to art.

How far are you with his therapy?

I'm still looking.

Then please hurry. It's really urgent.

* Knock* Yes?

A courier just delivered this to you.

Thank you Marco

- A checker? - Damn.

*driving music*

Show me the pictures from the surveillance camera.

- Could you see his face? - No, he was wearing a helmet.

There.

Ass making fun of us.

Show me.

"That must have been nothing, Verlay. Let the poor woman go.

For the next move I'll give you a hint.

I flow back to Biche and Furieuse.

You know Courbet."

Why does he say that you know Courbet?

I, I don't know. Dunno, this one...

This guy must be a nutcase.

(Pardo) What does it mean: "I flow to Biche and Furieuse"?

I don't know it.

Courbet painted many hunting scenes with hinds, "biches".

That's where we have to start.

*typing*

Flow, Biche, Furieuse.

No, there is nothing here.

Backflow, that's got something to do with water, isn't it?

- Yes. - Okay, I'll try.

*typing*

Water, Biche, Furieuse.

Okay, here the Biche seems to be a stream

and the furieuse too.

They both flow into a river which has its source in the Doubs.

- Wasn't Courbet from the area? - The source.

Yes, the source. Another picture by Courbet.

The killer wants for us to take a look.

It hangs in the Mus�e d'Orsay.

*serene music*

It's not me that he's addressing.

This Courbet means nothing to me.

Gustave Courbet, realism, nothing?

Ah, there it is. Does that mean anything to you?

No, I'm sorry that...

These are really ridiculous hats, but that doesn't mean anything to me.

These are residents of his village, Ornans.

This large format here. Painters used to use it,

to represent scenes from mythology ,

but Courbet uses it to represent a funeral

a rather mundane scene.

He wants to show the truth as it is.

Ornans, the realism, Courbet. Doesn't that make you click?

No. No, I'm sorry,

but unfortunately there is nothing that makes a click.

Um, excuse me.

(laughs) Is this supposed to be realism?

This is "The Origin of the World". It was hidden for 130 years,

- before it was issued. - Oh, what.

- Beautiful, huh? - Um, yeah, yeah.

Um, are you coming? This is "The Source".

Um, yes, yes, yes.

Is, is that now... What is there to understand?

Well... The source is a subject

which is often discussed an allegory.

And an allegory is what? A disproportionate chick, yes?

No. This was because of the corsets.

The women had narrow waists and wide hips.

OK.

And what's the connection now between this, um...

allegory and the murder?

I don't know it.

- Don't you know? - No, I...

otherwise you tell everything, now you see nothing?

No, here... I'm sorry, I have to pass.

Don't get upset. According to the killer, it's you,

- who should see something here. - That's what I want to say.

That... I'm not meant.

(sighs) Really.

What is...

* suspenseful sounds *

More coordinates.

He won't make us a new corpse

send to a place like this.

If he is, he's even crazier than I thought.

A court.

The request was denied, we're trying something else.

Please put your valuables in here.

- Bonjour. - Go through. Madame?

- She's mine. - Fine.

In there.

His father disappeared when he was twelve years old.

twelve years.

He left his six children.

When he saw how hard she was working to feed her

my client just wanted to help her.

Is it a crime to help your mother?

Look at her.

Look at her, that Mother Courage.

* He clears his throat. *

How tired she is.

And deeply saddened by sorrow, but she is here.

She is here to support her son.

Him who never let her down.

Everything he did in his life he did for her.

And she knows... as well as we do,

that he was on the wrong track.

But she forgave him.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I ask you too,

to grant him your forgiveness.

My client never wanted the jeweler's death.

All he wanted was a pretty ring.

For his mom's birthday...

I'm done, Mr. Chairman.

Unbelievable what he pulls off.

Unfortunately it works for him.

You know him?

He is my father.

* carried sounds *

And you still think that it has nothing to do with you?

I think I had them hooked pretty good

at the last part of the plea. Yes, it will be fine.

Would be nice if he stops that shit.

Well then, see you soon. - Yes, fine.

- I'll get back to you. - Wait here.

Maitre Toussaint?

criminal police. Can I ask you a few questions?

Ah, the police. About time.

And what's the surprise?

- What a surprise? - Well, I got a text message today.

From an unknown number. "The police will visit you today,

prepare for a surprise."

What's the surprise?

The one who sent you this must be an art dealer's killer,

Henri Courcelles, Does the name mean anything to you?

Absolutely not, no.

Is that it?

No, I would like to trace the SMS.

You'd have to give me your cell phone.

A lawyer's cell phone? Anything else?

- Are you authorized to do this? - You haven't changed.

I'm sorry, what?

Do we know each other?

You could say that.

Antoine Verley.

I see you remember.

* clear throat *

- You're a cop? - Surprise.

- So that was her. I have to say I don't like the humor.

I'll fix it, now I need the phone.

Oh no, can't do that, my boy.

You will have to trouble the prosecutor .

For you to delete in the meantime,

- which could harm you, yes? - Oh you.

Don't spoil it see you again.

Stay professional, huh?

I have to go now too, right? See you soon, Antoine.

- Where do I keep my keys? - In my hand.

- What? - Nothing.

My parents divorced when I was nine

my father never wanted to see me again.

There you are. Great story, huh?

Hm? Good, that's it.

* Door closes. *

You've seen him in court, haven't you?

Yes.

I visited him once.

I was a teenager and I'd been telling myself all kinds of things about him,

that... he would be a great lawyer,

who defends widows and children. Everything that children think of.

He didn't know I was there.

I always wore my mother's name

and that day i thought

that that was good.

* sustained string sounds *

To know that Toussaint is my father

he must have bribed a registrar .

It can't be done in two hours.

What's he doing there, damn it?

He prepared everything long beforehand.

And it's not over yet. He's up to something.

- Something to do with you. - With you and Gustave Courbet.

- (sighs) I don't get it. - Maybe we know more,

if we confiscated your father's phone .

I'm asking the DA to take you off the case.

- What? No, wait. - He's your father.

If we don't pull you off, we're all going to die.

What should I do? Sitting around taking postcards, huh?

Alex, it's me he wants to play with, okay?

- We'll get him. - That's for the prosecutor to decide.

* He sighs. *

Did you find anything else?

- No, nothing but the fucking SMS. - And the tape?

- What, what tape? - The one we found in the museum.

- There might be fingerprints on it. - It's okay, I forgot.

Here it is.

- I'll take it to the lab. - Let me take care of it.

You'd better discuss your therapy with Madame Chassagne.

- Yes? - Are you sure?

- I think that's right. - That has to wait until tomorrow.

No, that's fine, we'll do it now.

(sighs) Damn.

I'm sure painting will help you.

It's called art therapy.

Get started.

- Art Therapy? - Yes. Come on, paint something.

Listen, um, Painting isn't my thing.

I didn't grow up surrounded by artwork either.

After school we went to social housing, not to the museum.

I'm not expecting a masterpiece. Try.

Good.

- Um... - Okay, don't think.

Go ahead, I'm not even there.

OK, that's enough for now.

So, that... is very interesting.

- Are you kidding? - No. That's interesting.

Forget the drawing. But when you see the color,

which color did you choose? Black.

Let's look up black, the symbolism of black. So...

Black stands for sadness

authority

and death.

- Good. Okay, - but what does black mean to you?

um...

- Um, nothing. - Nothing?

Haven't you seen something black lately?

I know what you're getting at.

If you start out with my father's attorney's robes,

then this is...

Well, that was clear.

Busy, huh? - You should wait, but...

I'm still trying to apologize to you.

Today is Tuesday.

(mimicking himself) "Antoine takes good care of the kids.

- Something must have happened." - I'm sorry.

The kids have been waiting for an hour.

They wait at the entrance.

Tell them that you prefer to draw pictures.

- But I... - No, that's his art therapy...

* wafting sounds *

* Traffic noises, horns *

* suspenseful music *

(sings) "C'est fou Que j'peux t'aimer.

T'aimer des fois les fois je voudrais crier

Car je n'ai jamais aim� Comme �a �a, je peux te jurer"

Don't look back Don't look back

You should not trust Capitaine Verlay Madame Chassagne.

He's lying to you. He's manipulating you.

If I were you, I would leave OCBC as soon as possible.

* scary piano sounds *

He knows where I live. I can't go home.

Listen, we're having the house monitored now, yes?

But if he had wanted to harm you,

then he would have done it. What exactly did he say to you?

Not to trust you because you're lying to me.

How am I lying to you?

No idea.

And you would manipulate me.

Am I manipulating you?

This, um, this is crazy. He's crazy. Really.

* Cell phone vibrates. *

Hello. Find out where he is.

Okay thanks.

We identified a fingerprint.

Let go, what's that all about? Let go, I say.

I didn't do anything. - Sit there.

This is discrimination. I'm reporting you for that.

"I have not done anything."

"What are you doing man? What did I do?"

"If Medhi ratted me out, it wasn't me."

- Do you recognize his voice? - He's not.

His voice was very special. And he expressed himself better.

- Mhm. - He's part of it anyway.

He's known has already been caught

in the case of theft, receiving stolen goods, drug dealing and so on.

All right, yes? Get started.

- Yes, sure. - But, wait.

We agree that you'll let me do it, yes?

You only intervene if he tries

messing with art, yes?

Just the way he looks

- I'm not worried. - As you wish.

* Door closes. *

I don't know him. Did he report me?

Hey, I swear I didn't do anything to him.

OK, and this?

Does that mean anything to you?

He looks crazy. Did he smoke pot too much or what?

These are paintings by Gustave Courbet, a painter.

courbet?

- You know him? - Sure.

- The one with the porn in the museum, right? - Excuse me?

Oh come on, that's why I'm here?

Because I wanted to put Fat's can on Facebook?

- The can? - Yes.

- Do you mean the "origin of the world"? - Exactly.

If they block my photo from the internet, why is it in museums?

- Hmm? There are naked babes everywhere. - Like YouPorn dude.

- Hello? Enough now. - These are works of art, after all.

- Madame Chassagne, calm down. - No there, Madame Chassagne.

This is where the fun ends. Some respect.

Respect for Courbet, Respect for his paintings.

Respect for the art. And respect for the dead,

- because he's dead. - Oh dear.

- "Exactly what?" - I had nothing to do with this, okay?

Madame Chassagne, if you had a minute,

I have to tell you something.

Damned.

No she...

- I'll give you a can on Facebook. - It's crazy.

- Did you hear that? - Yes, yes.

Um, it's not your fault, but...

I think the interrogation thing wasn't a good idea.

- Oh no? - No. We, we'll find something else.

- Okay. - Yes.

And, the therapy, is it progressing?

Yes. Yes, yes, it...

Progressing. He's making good progress.

Great, great. We want?

Monsieur, I swear that was awesome.

There was an envelope for me at Samir.

And who is Samir?

Samir is the kebab space, where I always go.

- Oh yeah. And what was in the envelope? - Well, that tape there.

With a message what to do with it.

You just do what you're told without asking.

There were a hundred euros in it.

It said that there are a hundred more.

So I don't ask any questions.

But I have nothing to do with the dead man .

- Shit. - Yes, shit.

He won't tell us anything else. He's just a character in the game.

Maybe we'll have better luck with your father.

We may confiscate his phone and search his home.

All right, let's go.

What?

You will also be subtracted from the investigation.

Are you kidding? Listen. He'll contact me again.

- You fucking need me. - Calm down.

That's why you are as a witness in this case.

- As a witness? - Yes, as a prosecutor's witness.

I will lead the investigation.

You will stay, but you must do no more interrogations.

It's like that, Antoine, I can't change it.

In addition to the search

confront me with my son.

No one confronts you. Without the murder

I wouldn't set foot here .

All right, come on in. - Go ahead.

At least your bloody killer has some sense of family.

Um, your cell phone. - Oh yeah, the phone.

Thank you. Greg, are you checking the texts? - Yes.

Yes, wait. - Thank you.

Yes, yes, do that, my boy. - May I?

Go ahead. Make yourself at home.

Sorry for the mess, I don't have an assistant at the moment.

Apart from Maman, none lasted more than three months.

You don't care about the chaos either. Everything that matters

is that space that you can flaunt.

Is it like that, isn't it?

Is this his office's waiting room?

- Yes. I lived on the other side.

I don't recognize much, he has changed a few things.

- You lived here? - Yes.

And for how long?

Until I was about eight or nine, I think.

I wasn't allowed in here because he said... What did you say?

- Breaking everything up? - Like what? What are you even talking about?

- You were in here all the time. - Bullshit.

Are these copies for to impress your clients?

Yes, from China. They come in packs of ten.

- You look good, huh? - I can't say if that's the case.

But that they are from China, you can see that.

Hm.

You don't also happen to what by Courbet?

Courbet, is that the one with the big butts? Yes, yes.

(laughs) Of course, yes.

Come on, come on, here.

Crap.

- Alex, come here please. - Yes?

Clients love to sit mesmerized

in front of the rump. - What is?

- The source. - Remember Antoine?

You used to watch secretly.

Why are you talking about such nonsense, huh?

I, I don't remember this picture.

- You changed everything here. - What? No.

I changed almost nothing here, nothing at all.

Are you saying that the paintings, the copies,

the magazines, all that was always there?

Of course, yes. How come?

What?

You had it Your whole childhood

and don't recognize it?

- I, um, no, no, I... - Sure thing.

Anyway, the killer knew it was here.

Hm?

How did he know it was here? Explain that.

I don't know either. I have no idea.

You saw the SMS, from a withheld number.

I do not know the man.

(Greg) Commandant? - Yes?

(Greg) Got it. I know who sent the text.

Who? - Thierry Giraud. A banker.

- And he doesn't tell you anything either, does he? - Um, no.

No, I've never seen this man .

- Now stop talking nonsense. - Antoine, calm down.

Please sit down. I'll take your statement.

Greg, locate this guy's phone. He must be our killer.

What is? Hm?

You lived in a council flat, never seen a painting.

I was little then, you get it?

The office can't remember, yes?

What do you think? this morning's ass, yes?

Okay, so good. Why would I make this up?

It's so weird I don't care.

* snap *

Complete. Got him. Place Vendome.

Fast. We'll get in touch, yes?

Let's go.

*driving music*

* Tires squeak. *

antoine

* restless music *

* suspenseful music *

Where are you?

Alex? And?

And?

- He's not here. - It can't be true.

Check the location again.

He's still on the pitch.

Why is he leading us here?

(Courbet) Under the Paris Commune

I was in charge of cultural issues.

war and death.

This is what this pillar represents.

I didn't mean to destroy them. Just move them somewhere else.

But your friends, the Communards, ripped them down in 1871.

The fire of revolution, my love.

And in the end I was punished for my commitment.

And make you pay to rebuild.

The turning point of your life.

According to location he's still on the pitch.

- But he's nowhere to be seen. - The pillar.

- Huh? - What about her?

The killer.

He tells us about Courbet again.

He was accused of destroying them.

* high string sounds *

* suspenseful music *

Crap.

* Exciting music fades away. *

- Damn, that's Giraud. - Shit.

"I too was thrown to the dogs.

Gustave Courbet."

* quiet piano sounds *

The pillar thing was like murder.

The entire Parisian elite pounced on Courbet.

He wasn't one of them and why?

Because he was self-taught, questioned academism.

"I too was thrown to the dogs."

The killer tells us he identifies with Courbet.

He too knows rejection, rejection, decline.

And I think it too has been ruined.

And he too was desperate.

- Exactly. - And wanted revenge on everyone,

- that did this to him, right? - Yes.

According to his colleagues, Giraud often received threats from customers in distress.

an art dealer, then a banker,

who is next?

Have you compared their customers?

- Yes. However, we couldn detect no connection.

- And my father? - Not either.

Maybe he just chose him because he's your father.

*scary sounds*

* groan *

Have you talked to anyone about me?

- About you? - Yes, about me. I don't know.

With one of your clients for example.

Why should I with one tenant...

What?

- Come on, spit it out. - Yeah, yeah, yeah. There was...

There was one, yes.

- Yes, and who? - Could you let go of me first?

* Antoine wheezes. *

Yes, well, so...

About a month ago, there was a young man here

and he must have had marital problems and was looking for advice, so...

let's talk a little, about family.

- Did you tell him about me? - No, not in detail.

We were just talking about kids in general ,

because children, that inspires trust, yes?

And what the heck did you tell him?

Well, nothing. Just little things.

That's a little, how do you say that...

had lost sight of.

(laughs) Lost sight Shit.

That's all. I didn't tell any secrets.

And, will you for a long time make sure

my life sucks, huh?

So excuse me

but I could say the same of you, my boy.

Just come and help make an identikit.

You make yourself useful and I don't have to hit you.

No, wait a minute.

um...

Have you really forgot everything here?

Yes.

But that's probably because

that I don't want to remember.

* calm sounds *

* Door closes. *

"In our council flat I didn't have access to culture."

Are you kidding me? Are you serious when you say that.

He could have as much as he wanted.

- And I'm an idiot helping him. - Mmm.

I just don't understand what's in it for him.

- Why is he making this up? - Maybe he...

Why is he acting like he's forgotten everything?

Just like that, at the age of nine the guy forgets everything.

- Well... - It could be at five years old.

But with nine.

There's no such thing. Easy to erase everything with nine.

whoo. I asked you something.

Can you just delete everything?

You had suppressed the anniversary of your mother's death also.

But that's probably something else.

For me it was one day, for him it takes years.

For me it was trauma.

Trauma can repeat for years, you know?

* calm sounds *

* Child imitates engine sounds. *

* Door opens. *

Here you are again, get out.

You shall not play in my office,

how many times do I have to say it? I don't want you here, right?

This isn't a playground.

How do you think do I pay for all this?

Toys, vacation by the sea. Twiddling your thumbs?

get out now

* oppressive music *

Damn brat.

* stirring music *

*sniffle*

* Music stops. *

I've experienced protracted amnesia.

Especially with children.

It's their way of protecting themselves.

Does that mean he told me the truth?

It's certainly possible. And you say it yourself:

He had no reason to lie to you.

*scary sounds*

* Beat *

* Door opens. *

* clear throat *

I brought you something sweet.

- A liar like me? - Mmm.

I'm really sorry. I overreacted.

Because actually... that guy unsettled me.

- I beg your pardon. - No, listen.

I know it sounds crazy that I've forgotten everything.

No, I believe all of this.

I also erased memories.

I repressed the day of my mother's death.

Friends again?

- Yes. - Hm?

- Thank you. - What are you looking for?

(smacking) What? um

I don't know, um... I think we're missing something.

Right now, everything always leads back to Courbet.

Yes, the d'Orsay, the paintings, the column in the Place Vend�me,

the court, its process.

And in the Buttes-Chaumont, what, what is it there?

There is no direct connection to Courbet,

only one to the Commune, there was a massacre,

that dashed all their hopes .

- Hence the Desperate card. - No. Yes, but also no, because...

There are places that are more symbolic

like the P�re Lachaise or the Montparnasse Cemetery.

- I... - Think there's something else, huh?

Yes, why the Buttes-Chaumont?

Maybe he has a personal connection to this park.

Maybe yes.

What happened on the anniversary of your mother's death?

I thought it was my fault.

As a child, you always think that it's your fault.

I don't know I don't remember

But after what my mom told me

I prefer that too.

What? What is it?

I just thought if your father hadn't put up paintings,

then you might not have an art block today .

Yes, I... I don't know.

Wait. Unobtrusive. Don't look.

Have you seen that guy on the bench?

- Yes, he looks like him. - Wait.

* exciting music *

Hey!

* menacing music *

Hey, let him go! Police! It's okay.

- Let him go! - (woman) Let him go!

Gun down and on your knees! Gun down and on your knees!

- On your knees! Right now! - Yes! OK!

Put your gun down and get on your knees.

Just don't do shit.

Put your hands behind your head and lie down.

hands behind your head and on the floor!

(Boy) Maman, Maman!

* exciting music *

So what.

(Boy) Mom!

Monsieur, find my son! Please save him!

Mom! Mom!

Mom!

No fear!

* exciting music *

- Hey! - (Boy) Maman!

- Maman! - All good!

Calm down. All good. All good.

Look, there's your mother, look, here.

(Mother) Arthur! Thank you, thank you!

- Are you okay? - Yes, thanks.

* Boy whimpers. *

(out of breath) Shit.

Oh, what a damn shit!

Yes, Alex? Look, he was here in the park.

He almost kidnapped a child. No, wait, listen.

Send a patrol with his picture to this neighborhood.

- Captain! Captain! - Okay, thanks.

- Are you okay? - Yes.

Whatever he wanted, he wasn't here because of the commune. What is this?

He dropped that could be notes.

I'm afraid of damaging them.

Can it be helped?

I don't know I'll ask the lab.

We were so close! Crap!

He'll make mistakes. We'll get him.

* Mobile *

Hello?

(man) "Bravo. Good idea, Verlay."

I'm not that bad, am I?

Chase him back!

"With or without Madame Chassagne?"

I thwarted your plans.

It annoys you, doesn't it? You know what?

"That makes me very happy."

Yes, just enjoy your little victory.

* menacing music *

(Mother) Did he hit you?

yes, over here

Then I hit him and another

and then he cried * Mom laughs *

* Menacing music escalates. *

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