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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

MORNING OF DECEMBER 11TH

DECEMBER 11: MAURICE LEBLANC'S BIRTHDAY

Sir, your ticket.

Tickets, please.

Ladies and gentlemen, tickets, please.

Raoul!

Raoul!

Stop!

Stop!

Let go!

Help!

Raoul!

Raoul!

Raoul!

Lupin?

You're looking for a kid dressed as Arsène Lupin?

Yes! A little boy!

He's 14. He's our son.

He's got a top hat and... he has brown skin.

- Brown skin? - Yeah.

I saw a kid fighting with a guy in the parking lot.

Wait for me!

Raoul!

Raoul!

They went that way.

In a gray BMW.

- Tell me what the guy looked like. - Black. Beige coat.

Bad beard, thin.

Assane, Jesus!

This is your fault!

The guy from the train! Who the fuck was that?

You lied to me!

Assane, no! What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Let go of that car! Let go or I'll call the cops.

No. No police. All right?

Just calm down. I'll handle it. Okay?

- I swear I'm gonna do it. - Claire, no police!

I'll get Raoul. Just trust me.

I am never trusting you again, Assane.

Claire, no police.

What are you doing here?

I wanna help. I'm coming.

CITY OF PARIS MUSIC CONSERVATORY

Claire, your rehearsal go good?

What's wrong now? I can't walk with you?

What did I do?

What's going on?

Claire?

Not everything is about you, Assane.

I was only gone for a minute. When I came back, it was like this.

And I bet nobody came forward.

People will do anything.

Can you repair it?

No, no, no. Repairing it would cost more than buying a new one.

Hang on.

How am I supposed to pass my audition?

Hold on...

Voilà.

Ah!

Give this one a try.

It sounds so incredible.

How much is it?

Three thousand francs.

I can't afford it.

Well, that's too bad.

Then let's rent it.

And who's this?

Uh, Assane. He's a friend.

Your sign says it's 350 francs a day.

That's right. But not for you.

- Why not? - Yeah, why not?

Because... you're in my shop. It's my decision.

Good luck with your audition.

Let's go, Assane.

We're leaving.

Racist.

- Do you know the area? - No.

Pull out your phone, see where we are. Figure out where they could've gone.

Hang on.

Fuck, no reception!

Maybe they have a map in here.

They're passing through Bourneville. No other road.

- How far? - I'd say four, five kilometers maximum.

Maybe they stopped there or someone saw them.

We have to stop there too. I need to make a call.

Are you kidding me?

No. My wife's still in Étretat and there's no reception. I need to let her know.

You know how wives are.

If I don't talk to her, she'll think I'm the one who got kidnapped.

Come on! Come on!

CALL FAILED

Shit!

Stop looking at me.

Or I'll have to make you.

Get out the car!

Inside.

Get inside!

So, what do we do?

We can take you to the station to file a missing person report.

If we don't hear anything in 24 hours, we send a general report to all services.

- That's it. - A general report to all services?

You do realize we're talking about a kidnapping, right?

Okay, you're a joke.

- Hey, where are you going? - To find my son.

If you make a sound, you're dead.

Good choice, kid.

Gentlemen...

You have a telephone?

I need some change.

Sure, for customers.

- Who is it? - It's Léonard.

I'm in Bourneville, in Normandy.

What are you doing there?

I followed our client, like we planned. But I wanted to tell you that...

there was a small setback.

- I'm here with his son now. - With his son?

- That's right. - It's not the son I want.

Clean up your mess, and do it properly!

Shit!

Gentlemen...

Keep your mouth shut.

Sir?

Excuse me. Have you seen a gray car?

With a Black man driving, and a teenager?

Do you remember a gray car? Hey, sir!

Answer me, please.

Even "no" is a response.

- Hello? - Hey, it's me.

- Are you still sick? - No, I'm in Normandy.

What the hell's in Normandy? Get your ass back here. Shit's going down.

- What? - We got the wrong Sernine.

- Well, yeah, because he's here with me. - What?

He's right in front of me.

- Sernine? - Yes, Sernine, yes, Sernine!

- I'm in Bourneville. - Why the hell are you with him?

He's coming back.

Are you okay?

- You can't talk? - Yeah, that's right.

- Do you need backup? - Yep.

We need to catch this guy.

Love you too.

Excuse me!

A man was here. He's Black, he's driving a gray car.

With a 14-year-old boy with brown skin and curly hair.

He's my son. He's been kidnapped.

So, if anyone knows anything,

speak up.

For customers.

I'm not playing.

That's him!

- I'll take it from here. Thanks! - I'm staying with you!

Trust me. I can help you get him.

Get in.

Her exam is on Friday in the 11th district.

- Why would someone break her violin? - Because they were jealous. For real.

I heard her play. She's incredible.

So, if you find the violin, you're her hero.

Yeah, well, at this point, I'm more her problem than her hero.

The moron who runs the shop won't rent her anything

because she's friends with a Black guy.

Seriously?

What would Lupin do in my place?

You'd know better than me.

I think that he would go back to the store,

he'd steal a violin

and give it to Claire.

Right there!

I'M ON MY WAY!

- It's from my wife. - All right.

No, no, no!

He shook us off.

I'm opening the trunk. Don't do anything.

It's your son.

DAD, I TOOK THE GUY'S PHONE.

I GOT AWAY.

WHERE ARE YOU?

IN SOME OLD HOUSE

LET'S DO LIKE LUPIN DOES WITH HIS DAUGHTER IN CAGLIOSTRO

Hang on. It's not Lupin's daughter in Cagliostro.

- It's his son. - Big fan of Lupin?

Yeah, I love it.

My son does too.

If he wrote this message, he'll pick up on the error.

And if he doesn't...

It's a trap then.

Relax, kid. Your dad's here.

I'm gonna say hello.

After that,

we'll take care of you.

Okay, let's go this way.

Hey!

Hey!

What are you doing? Get down!

Hey!

Hey! He can see you!

See? Your dad.

Papa! Papa!

- Hey, shut up! - Papa!

Papa, here! Papa!

Help! Papa!

If you touch my son,

I'll kill you.

- Here, in here! - You want your son?

Come and get him.

CLOSED

- There's got to be a back way in. - It's possible.

Fine. We're gonna steal the violin, but then give it back.

- When Claire's audition's done? - You bet.

Coming?

If I come, who's gonna look out?

Yeah, yeah.

What you doin'?

- We should call the police. They can help. - No.

The police are either incompetent or corrupt. Or they're both.

- I don't think that's true. - Well, believe me.

That guy who kidnapped my son has the police in his pocket.

What?

Okay.

What would Lupin do in our place?

It's not a game.

ESTIMATED TIME TO ARRIVAL: 1 HOUR 25 MINUTES

Hey, is that Assane?

- See you later. - Okay, bye.

- Why are you here? - Just waiting for you.

I got you a gift.

Go on.

Open it.

- Assane, what did you do? - Just borrowed. Relax, I didn't steal it.

Go on, play it.

- No, I can't. - Go on.

No!

- Just play for me. - But you can hear me at the audition.

- Just a little. - No.

How much time?

What?

Before they get here?

- Who? - Your colleagues at the police station.

- Huh? - The ones you called earlier.

Your wife.

How much time?

Uh... I don't know.

You're lying, Guédira.

I know your name and I know you're a cop.

I've looked for you for weeks.

- Only I figured it out. - I know.

- I'd arrest you if... - If you were armed.

You're Ganimard.

So, how much time?

I don't know. One hour, maybe less.

Thank you.

Hey!

Hey, untie me!

I can help!

I told you,

I don't work with cops.

ESTIMATED TIME TO ARRIVAL: 45 MINUTES

Raoul?

Raoul?

Shit!

Hey!

Like father, like son...

No!

Raoul!

Raoul?

Raoul, can you hear me?

Answer me!

- Raoul! - Papa!

- Papa! - Can you hear me?

I'm here, Papa! Papa! Papa!

Raoul!

- Raoul, answer me! - Papa! Papa!

Raoul!

In here! Help me!

Papa, is that you? Papa!

Help me!

- Help me, I'm in here! - Where?

Papa!

- Can you hear me? - Papa!

Raoul!

Help!

Papa!

Papa, I'm in here!

Papa! Papa!

Raoul!

NEXT TIME TRY THE CAR

Raoul!

Raoul!

Raoul!

Raoul...

Don't fucking move.

My son.

- He's in there. - Hands behind your head.

I said hands behind your head!

My son...

Do it!

Give me your arm.

I'm sorry.

Get up.

Get up right now!

Get the fuck up!

Come with me.

I really believed it.

- What? - Come on.

That we could be Lupin.

My son, he's in there.

Cut the shit, Sernine. I'm not gonna fall for it this time.

Don't fucking move!

Raoul!

Raoul!