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Darn it!

I'm huge, nothing fits.

And I can't even wear my favorite!

Hey, no, look… OK!

What do you think, boys, does this color suit me?

Yeah, not bad.

-Great! -I like the color.

-Oh yeah! -That's lovely.

Honestly?

It looks vulgar on you.

I'm sorry.

No, no, no! No more bread?

I bought it yesterday!

She ate it all.

She nicked your varnish and fake lashes.

Afida! I've had enough.

You've been here six weeks.

It's high time you packed your bags…

"The karmic return, the karmic return, Karma, Karma…"

…and…

…moved into Eliott's room!

-Huh? -Oh yes…

Your bed is much better.

Afida is our guest

and will end up breaking her back

on that crappy bed, so we'll…

Come on, let's get busy!

The Commander will soon be here. Everything has to be perfect!

Thanks for the Saturday morning call.

People should avoid getting killed at the weekend!

That's no outfit for a crime scene!

Not you too! This top suits me.

-But we can see your… -It suits me, I said!

But get dressed for his big return. Please!

-Hello, Commander. -Hi.

-Commander! -OK, Gilles?

-Welcome back! -Thank you.

Hello, Morgane.

Hello.

All right, OK, happy now?

It looks ugly.

There! Nothing showing, all hidden!

Well!

Looks like someone's been doing a Claude François!

Cathy Barriot, 50.

Home hairdresser. No husband, one daughter.

Her neighbor found her like this.

Cause of death?

Dr Benzaoui says electrocution. The dryer was in the tub.

OK.

With these marbles on the ground, what about an accident?

Oh, no. Are you serious?

An accident!

It's anything but. Look at the balls.

They're all more or less equidistant from each other!

You'll say, yeah, randomly scattered

when the jar broke.

But no!

You were taken in by the rake effect!

The rake effect is a cognitive bias which means that we tend

to exaggerate the regularity of chance.

-OK? -Yes.

For example, if you toss a coin

100 times in a row,

you'd think you'd hit tails

with the same regularity

as the teeth on a rake!

Heads, tails, heads, tails!

Not a bit! Because in real life,

chance is a lot messier than that!

So yes, on average you'll get heads and tails just as often,

but the distribution of results is not at all the same!

It's more like this…

OK? So, same goes for the balls.

Jean-Claude, pass me the jar, there.

-No! -Thank you.

If they'd fallen by chance, they'd look more like this…

There!

So these balls were placed by someone

to give the impression of an accident.

So Catnip was bumped off.

Let's get to work!

See, Commander? Morgane hasn't changed.

She has a little…

HIP HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

And here's your Giant menu.

-The rest is coming. -Thank you.

Sorry. I know you want to see the daughter but I was gagging.

No worries.

Anyway how are you,

how was leaving the Fraud Squad?

Because you haven't really been in touch lately.

No.

But you…

You remember our last conversation?

You know,

about how I'm pregnant, and maybe…

Oh yes, your little baby joke.

Very funny! For five seconds, I almost believed you.

Then I remembered we never slept together!

It's normal that you don't remember because we were on LSD.

Sure, it was the day we took LSD.

It must have been April 1.

I'm not joking, Karadec.

It's impossible. You remember nothing?

We danced together.

We caressed the trees…

We did the spinning top! No? Nothing?

Wait, it's coming back… Yes.

-We slept together! -Oh, at last.

Then a unicorn joined us

and we rode it up to the rainbow!

-Here's the rest. -Thanks very much.

Goodbye.

Darn, I'm done in.

Right…

-Hello. -Yes, hello?

Commander Karadec, CID, Morgane Alvaro.

We need to speak to Juliette Barriot? Is she in?

Yes, well, she's in the shower.

Juju?

-I proposed. We're getting married. -Great!

Hello!

Hello, who is this? What's going on?

Apparently, the police want a word.

Hello, ma'am.

-Hello. -It's about your mother.

Yes? What has… what did my mother do?

Can we sit down?

I'm so sorry.

My condolences.

Did you get on well?

Yes.

She was all I had.

My father left when she was pregnant with me.

When were you last in touch?

Last night.

I called to tell her!

She was really happy for me.

Hey, don't overdo it.

Your bookshelf has only personal development books.

Such as…?

Escape Family Domination.

Toxic Parents: A Guide.

And my fave: Rid Your Life of Maternal Authority.

And excuse me but on your calendar,

the only weekend booked on the other side of France

is on her birthday!

So I reckon you couldn't stand your mother.

I'm not judgmental, I know plenty about the subject!

Were you two in conflict?

-Yes. -Why?

Because she made passes at me.

Sorry?

We can say it. We don't have to protect her.

I'm not protecting her!

When I met Martin, Mom didn't approve of our relationship,

she found Martin too shy, too…

…shy, uptight, lethargic, not ambitious enough.

That's right.

Then there was the business in Sicily.

Last…

Last summer I asked Mom to come on a trip with us,

I wanted her to get closer to Martin…

To get to know him.

Well, I wasn't disappointed. It was…

"Martin, would you put some sun cream on me?"

"Martin, would you take me shopping?"

Martin this, Martin that, she totally monopolized him.

And at the end of the trip…

She walked into my bathroom while I was showering.

To offer to…

There.

That's when I saw that Martin wasn't the problem at all!

No…

The problem was me. She couldn't stand me being happy.

So yes, I did sever all ties.

It's true.

But I didn't kill her.

I'd never have killed her, it's totally stupid.

Last night, when you proposed to me,

the first thing I did was call her right away…

I wanted her to be glad for me, happy for me,

to be my fucking mother!

And she wasn't even able to do that.

She's too much of a narcissist.

Come and hide, he'll finish his grilling soon!

Gilles, I'm working.

But you're…

Théa: Look, Mom…

Daphne, excuse me. Little karma pigeon question…

You know that I took in, free of charge, for over six weeks now,

a young woman in distress.

No, I didn't know.

Anyway, no matter.

But suppose I want her out because she takes advantage.

I do get to keep all the points I accumulated through her?

No!

Why?

Morgane, if you fire her, you start from zero. Or worse!

And it's midwinter break,

she needs an apartment.

I'd say at least a three-bed… Minimum.

She hasn't got a job!

Never say never. You found one.

No, today is emergencies only. That's how it is!

Madam's on the third.

Yes, I'll put you through to the right people.

Hello? No, it's not here. Oh shit!

Isn't Jerome the Receptionist here?

No, he took four weeks' leave this morning.

The Chief is struggling to find a replacement.

-Come on, the banner, now! -Yes, the banner.

Four, three, two, one…

Welcome back!

So, where are we?

I dug into the victim's daughter.

I don't think she's our culprit.

She was running at the time of the crime

and the friend she was with remembers the exact time and route.

That's good, people who remember key milestones with precision!

Forestier!

Three?

OK. What type of case?

OK, thank you.

Forensics. They found DNA at the crime scene

and it matches three cases in the FNAEG database!

Are they sure?

Yeah… They're sending files.

The victims are all women from around Lille.

And each time their deaths were classified as an accident.

Oh fuck!

Oh fuck, you guys. We're dealing with a…

serial killer!

Anyone there?

I can hear you but you're sitting opposite me!

-Morgane, do you read me? -Yes, reading you loud and clear!

Hello. Can we have silence,

thank you!

I called you all together

because DNA found near our victim presents a match

with samples taken in three recent cases.

The coincidence is disturbing,

but don't jump to conclusions.

Excuse me… is this the serial killer meeting?

What do you think? Sit down.

As I was saying,

I'm counting on you to avoid saying anything that might fire the imagination.

Wait, hang on… Can you hear me?

Can you hear me? Wait, before we start,

one very important question:

What do we call our psychopath?

Because what'll happen if we just sit back?

The press will take care of it and we'll end up with a rotten name

like "Hauts de France Killer"!

And try changing it later… Hello?

I'll let the Commander and the Lieutenant

outline the case.

This is all we have on the three: Emilie Levain, 32,

found dead at home October 14.

Apparently, a drug overdose.

No wounds, no break-in, no witnesses.

We could call him the Shadow of the North!

We've also Claire Noval,

46, found dead on her ground floor January 20.

Here too, the police called it an accident.

We could also start from "accident".

The Accidentalizer!

No! The Accidentikiller!

There's also Mariam Mongo, 19. Found defenestrated

on February 17.

Here, the police first ruled it a suicide,

then changed their minds

to accident.

The "Ch'tis-psychopath"!

-Good one! -Wait, I've better:

The Ch'ti-copath!

Finally, Cathy Barriot, found electrocuted in her bath.

Her death looked accidental but we know it was really a homicide.

Suspect DNA was taken from each victim's home

but never from their body.

So please, at the home of each of the… potential victims!

As for now there's nothing to suggest

that these deaths are homicides, right, Dr. Benzaoui?

Right, Chief. I studied my colleagues' reports

and the cause of death of these three victims

fits an accident.

But we can't rule out the intervention of a third party.

I'll call the DA and ask for the other three cases.

-That seems too soon. -I got it!

The Saturday Killer!

Enough, Morgane!

Sounds good.

We've just shown they have nothing in common.

-Why Saturday Killer, anyway? -The dates!

October 14, January 20, February 17 and today,

Saturday. Saturday, Saturday… the Saturday Killer.

Nothing in common, you said!

Very well. We're going to ask for these three cases to be referred.

I warn you: this doesn't mean unlimited budget.

So no national call for witnesses, no systematic DNA testing.

Don't get carried away. Clear?

Yeah? Stay there, I'll come and get you. Yes!

Come on!

Look, it's easy enough. You sit there.

Answer the phone and direct people to the department they need.

Let's go! Setting the scene: next!

Your turn, ma'am.

Happy face!

Yes, what is it?

I'm here about my bag. Someone stole it!

So? You think it was me?

What? No…

So, ma'am…

Complaints is on the third floor.

Thank you and have a nice day!

Are you serious?

She's not accusing you, you're the police!

It's hard, but get used to it.

-Come on, happy face! -Who are you?

Good timing, Chief.

May I present Afida, our new receptionist.

What? I didn't validate any recruitment.

But I found you the best of the best.

Someone who was trained in South Lille.

Several courses with Narcotics.

And, cherry on the cake, five years' penitentiary experience,

so in resumé terms,

she's way up here!

She dreamed of this job. She'll be well into it.

At least consider a psychocriminologist.

Answer, then!

Hello, Police. What is it?

Yes, sir! You're in luck, he's with me.

And forget the criminologist, we've no budget!

Selling dope downstairs?

How much for a gram?

Don't buy. At that price, it's theft!

I asked Forensics to re-examine the crime scene.

I want to be sure this time we're not missing something.

Hello, Samuel.

-Are you well? -Well!

Thanks for coming on a weekend. The file.

-You know each other? -Agent special Alvaro. FBI!

We know each other! You regularly pollute my crime scenes.

Give me five minutes to read the file, then I'm yours.

Her daughter said Cathy wouldn't let a stranger enter.

So either he broke in or she knew him.

-Kararadec! -Yes.

Look!

What is it?

Monday, Monday, La la, la la la la.

Come on, don't you remember?

The best jokes are short. You're being a pain.

I'm not joking!

You could make an effort to remember!

-OK, I believe you. -That's better.

Yeah. I can see you're not joking.

You hallucinated. OK? We took LSD.

It was a vulnerable time in your life

as you were splitting up with Timothée.

I'm a reassuring male figure and your imagination did the rest!

Shall we go?

OK. Well, your suspect DNA was taken from three surfaces

with papillary traces…

We've a first sample on this radiator.

"We're dealing with… a serial killer!"

OK. Well if it was an hallucination,

how would I know you were wearing black briefs?

I don't know, maybe because it's the color of 50% of male briefs?

Sorry, do go on.

We've a second sample on this glass…

-Could you turn on the light, please. -Yes.

Well played for the panties.

In that case, how do I know you've a beauty spot on your groin?

Maybe you saw me naked when you burst into my bathroom?

And the last spot he touched…

The boiler?

Why the boiler?

The water in the glass is cloudy. Maybe like a radiator bleed.

He may be a heating engineer to enter homes without violence.

He's not a heating engineer! He's pretending.

Look what I found near the bed.

It's brand-new! The price ticket's still on it.

I reckon it's his.

He's disguised as a heating engineer!

I swear, this guy does my head in!

He's got the intelligence of the Zodiac Killer

and the barbarity of Jack the Ripper.

I've got to catch him before he claims another victim next Saturday.

Can you imagine the pressure I'm under? Can you?

-Hey! Anyone there? -What?

Are you with me or not?

Yes. You're under pressure.

Oh yes, OK.

Afida, how's your flat hunting going?

Forget it! Working is exhausting. I'm dead.

She's dead! Honestly!

You can tell she's not chasing after psychopaths!

Oh no, no.

People don't realize.

Getting into a monster's head takes it out of you.

Maybe I'll have some after-effects…

Hey! Look… You're a pain!

If you sleep with her, you can clear off!

-Me? -Yes, you!

I'm not like that!

Ludo, can you help me stretch, please?

Yes, coming!

She moans and he comes running. Not limping now, are you?

You OK, Mom? You look stressed!

Didn't you have fun with Supercop?

Well, no! Well…

The guy's got a memory like a goldfish.

OK, we were drugged, but not remembering a thing?

It's a bit annoying!

You know what? Relax, we'll give you a little massage.

We'll take care of you!

-Oh… really? -Yes.

Oh, how nice!

Oh, the feet too, the feet…

That's it, a little to the right.

Ah yes, there's a thing there…

Ow! Are you mad?

What's got into you?

We need to take your blood

for a prenatal paternity test in Belgium.

You're due in three months. We have to secure the alimony!

We've got to get saliva from all three fathers.

For David, it's sorted!

Can you get Timothee and Karadec to spit in one of these?

You're even crazier than my psychopath!

I won't ask them to spit in this thing!

One of them thinks I'm a crazy erotomaniac,

the other's convinced I invented the baby story to make him laugh!

So no. Give me that!

Give it to me!

Or a lock of hair. Just say it's for my classes.

Move! Get out of my sight!

Oh, boy!

Hello?

Hi, honey… doing anything Saturday?

Oh gosh it's him! It's my serial killer!

Call Karadec, I'll stall him, OK?

Hello? Uh, Saturday?

Hang on, let me find my diary.

Just stay on the line with me.

Don't try to trace the call.

We've got a date, you and I…

with death!

You're total morons!

There's a serial killer on the loose and you find that funny?

A mental age of five!

What do I have to deal with!

Hello everyone, first I'd ask you to welcome

Chief Charni from OCRVP

and Cpt Florentin Nanterre, Cold Case Unit,

who's with us today, and, of course, the DA,

who's joined us,

given what's at stake.

Commander, would you begin?

Thank you. At this stage,

we believe that the killer broke into his latest victim's home

posing as a heating engineer…

Not least because of this tool,

found, new, at the crime scene…

That's what I found out! How did I do it?

Well, I put myself in the killer's head and sensed…

Lt Forestier

is contacting all local retailers

who sell this type of wrench,

hoping this will help us identify a suspect quickly.

Good work, Commander.

Chief, have you come up with a profile?

I imagine, given the seriousness, that you called in a criminologist?

I know it served us well in the Lys killer case with Pierre-Emmanuel.

Yes, of course.

So for the sake of discretion, I chose to ask someone in-house.

The profile is almost finished, isn't it, Lt Vandraud?

Lieutenant Vandraud trained in psycho-criminology in, what, 2021?

He volunteered to draw up this profile. Over to you, Lieutenant.

Yeah… Then it was more of a one-week introductory course… so…

A week at the end of which you finished at the top of the class,

congratulations!

You were saying how glad you were to have a chance

to make the course pay for itself with this case.

Lieutenant, would you mind sharing your initial insights?

Of course, of course, of course.

Given the specificities of the criminal scenario,

and the statistical predominance

of females among the victims,

I can state

with some certainty

that we're dealing with a man.

A man. That's what the DNA indicates.

-Anything else? -Yes, Daphne?

Maybe we should wait…

Super. Thanks.

The suspect used his credit card to pay for the wrench.

-See! -We've a name…

-Miss! -Yes?

-Excuse me, do I know you? -No.

I'm sure we know each other. Are you from the neighborhood?

FBI. Don't move!

Morgane! Police officers!

-Hands up! -Hands on the hood!

The road ends here for you, bro.

And don't try anything, the choppers will be here any minute!

Morgane!

Step back!

-Hands on the hood, turn around! -What have I done?

Simon Vial?

Yes?

Well, well, well. What do I find?

I'm taking you into custody as part of Cathy Barriot case.

What? What's that? I didn't do anything!

Karadec!

Do you recognize this woman?

Cathy Barriot?

No. Why?

Because we found your wrench at her place…

The one you bought on Tuesday,

along with some other tools.

Work clothes, ropes…

What is a retired insurance agent doing with that?

It's not what you think…

Sorry, Commander, the DA insists that I attend the interview.

He wants me to help you profile the suspect.

-The DA? -Yeah.

You didn't tell me Gilles was an expert in criminology.

I had no choice, it was Gilles or Morgane.

Wait, stop, truce.

The Chief asked me to take notes.

Move, please.

That's OK.

Well?

Gilles, will you start?

-If you like… -Go ahead.

-Go on. -OK.

-Hello, Mr. Vial. -Hello…

What could we say to each other?

Your mother!

Do you get on well with your mother?

Yes, very well.

OK. Fine.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Do you happen to have another mother figure

in your close circle,

perhaps a sister or maybe an aunt who's a bit bossy?

No.

I yawned?

Well, he didn't yawn back.

He has no empathy, he's a psychopath!

It's a match-winner!

But we didn't yawn either, did we?

Yeah but Gilles, you're not the same!

OK! Another test!

Listen up! This guy goes to his mother's funeral,

on the way, he meets a chick. Next day, he kills her father. Why?

It's infallible!

Well? Well?…

We know you were at Cathy's Saturday morning.

Witnesses saw you.

Your wife! That's the problem, isn't it?

She's a ballbreaker.

So you're venting outside your family unit!

OK.

OK, you've got me.

I've always had urges…

So from time to time, I act them out.

I spot a woman, in the street or in a store and…

Well, I'm obsessed with her until…

I've tried to stop, I just can't.

How many women?

Fifteen or so.

More if you count those that didn't work out.

Oh fuck!

Are you admitting that you killed Cathy Barriot,

Mariam Mongo,

Claire Noval,

-Emilie Levain? -No, wait,

not at all! What do you mean?

The women you killed pretending to be a heating engineer, Dr. Lecter!

But I didn't kill anyone!

The heating man was just with Cathy!

She loved role-playing.

Is she dead?

You mean Cathy was your lover?

Yeah.

For several months…

We got on well in the sack.

She'd been bugging me for weeks about

her heating engineer fantasy, so I invested in some kit,

But when I got there she said she wasn't in the mood and kicked me out!

It frustrated me, sure, but not that much!

No, no, I don't know any of those girls.

Would you be willing to submit to a DNA test?

Yes, give me any test. I've done nothing.

You won't tell my wife?

Are you sure? Is there any margin for error?

Damn!

OK, fine.

That was the lab.

Your suspect's DNA doesn't match our triple sample.

I found no link between him and the others.

Are you sure?

It's weird.

The yawning thing, it works every time, it's scientific!

Any news on the other three murders?

No. The witnesses knew nothing interesting.

But I may have found a new victim.

Emma Perrin, 29, disappeared without a trace April 15, 2022,

as she was leaving for Arras by car.

Well…

Friday. Not our guy!

It doesn't fit with the other cases.

-Are you sure? -The investigating teams at the time

called her disappearance voluntary

as they found her car near a station…

But Forensics sampled a drop of blood from the interior…

which the lab says matches our DNA.

April 2022. Over a year before the other murders.

So this young woman may be

an older victim of the killer?

Yeah. Maybe his first?

I'm going for a pee.

Well…

Daphne, can you send me the file, please?

Hurry! We'll get caught!

What the hell are you doing here?

We're doing… selective sorting! It's for school.

I said no to the DNA test! What are you, stupid?

Don't tell me you bothered Timothee with this?

We're not stupid!

We know he doesn't want to hear from you.

So we delegated.

What do you mean?

Morgane? I told you to stop calling.

Yes, no wait, Timothee! I know you don't want to speak to me but believe me

you have to listen!

Yoo-hoo!

Hello? Timothee?

Calm down!

I have money!

Timothee, pass me the lady!

Spit in there!

Spit, I said!

It might not be subtle but he won't know it's from you!

And stop annoying Morgane, otherwise…

Timothee?

Stealing your client's saliva?

I'm tracking down a killer, Ms. Lawyer, I've no time for this.

Morgane's a very common name among 35-50 year-olds,

so that proves nothing.

Hello?

He reported me. Happy now? Well done!

She forced me to!

Be quiet!

Me too! She forced us to!

-Yes, of course… -Are you serious?

And I just wanted to help!

I don't need your help, OK?

And why fixate on the baby's father? Who cares, right?

-I'm managing! -You're just afraid of the result!

You want it to be Supercop, but he doesn't care!

And if you keep this up, the kid won't have a father!

You figure it out, I don't care!

It's none of my business.

-Do I throw this away…? -Shut up!

It was Friday.

Emma had gone to her parents' for the weekend.

It was their wedding anniversary.

She wanted to surprise them…

-That was the last time you saw Emma? -Yes.

The next day Leo hadn't heard from her, so he called us.

We didn't know Emma was coming, so we didn't worry!

Sorry, but we've been over this 100 times.

I thought there was something new.

Have you found her?

I'm sorry Madame,

I didn't mean to give you false hope.

But we have no new information about Emma.

We're working on a case that may be linked to your daughter's disappearance.

What kind of case?

A serial killer!

Yeah!

Shouldn't I have said?

There's no certainty at this stage.

DNA identical to that found in Emma's car

has turned up in several other investigations.

I knew something had happened to her.

Your colleagues kept telling us she'd disappeared on purpose,

but she'd never do that to us.

Then, instead of looking for her…

Stop, we don't know what happened.

I understand it's difficult.

I can't guarantee we'll do better than our predecessors,

but I promise to try.

Do you mind if we take it from the top?

Where was Emma last seen?

Do you recognize this woman?

We're trying to understand what happened to her.

She disappeared on April 15, 2022, and as you can see in this video

she came to you for gas that day.

This video is her last sign of life.

I'm sorry. It doesn't ring a bell.

Are you sure?

Can I have the bathroom key, please?

I wasn't done with my questions.

And stop yawning, it's ridiculous.

It's foolproof! You never notice series? You'll see!

Thank you.

What did I tell you?

What about the toilet key? It shows she's a sociopath?

No, it shows I need to pee!

She wasn't alone…

-What do you mean? -She wasn't alone!

Look. Take the video back a bit…

There!

She pays for gas, right?

Then she asks the saleswoman for the toilet key,

and the saleswoman hands her keys with a wooden key-ring!

But the women's key is this one, with the crocheted frog!

The wooden one is for men!

So…

What, she was accompanied by a man?

Her husband said she left alone.

Did she pick someone up on the way?

A hitchhiker!

A hitchhiker! Psychopath territory!

Wait, in the other video we can also see the men's room…

Oh fuck!

OK. So if she picked up a man hitchhiking,

it had to be before the gas station on this road. Right?

Hang on a sec. This road has a 110 km/h speed limit.

She lived there, and we're here.

-Yes. -What is it, 50 km tops?

Should have taken half an hour. She took twice that. Why?

OK. But why should she avoid the main road?

Because it was closed!

How so?

Look! A town called Ligny-sur-Canche.

Why "sur"? Because the Canche is a river.

And there's the main road just below.

That night it was pouring down, going by our suspect's raincoat.

So…

So they closed the road for flooding and made a detour!

And she took that road. Yes! Yes!

-What did I say wrong? -No! Nothing…

-Why are you laughing? -It's nothing!

Well, huh!

-What's wrong? -It's just that you…

-That what? -Well, you look a bit like…

-What? -Oh, well, that…

when!

You know what I'm talking about.

You have to stop this. It's getting on my nerves!

You agreed that if we worked together again we'd set limits.

You agreed.

-Sorry. -Right, then!

OK, my mistake. It was a bad joke, that's all.

Right. So, if she took this route,

where would she pick up a hitchhiker?

What's this building?

Do you recognize this individual?

Looks like Jonathan, one of our packing technicians.

You're here for the business with Geraldine?

He's not nasty…

The business with Geraldine? What business?

-Oh nothing… a small accident… -Would you tell me?

Well, he followed her out of the factory and then he…

I'm tired!

You like riddles?

There's this guy who goes to his mother's funeral…

No, of a woman,

and on the way he meets his father.

-No, his mother… -Who died?

Nobody! You know what, I'll call my colleague who'll come…

-Careful, the machine's dangerous! -Police!

We've received the results of the comparison.

Your DNA matches that found in all these victims' cases.

-There must be an explanation. -Certainly,

and the most logical is that you were with them when they died.

Claire Noval…

Emilie Levain…

Mariam Mongo…

Cathy Barriot…

I don't know these ladies.

OK, then. Where were you last Saturday?

I was at home.

Can anyone vouch for that?

No, nobody.

I was alone. I slept.

All day?

I used to take care of my father at weekends.

But now he's dead, so when I'm not at the factory,

I sleep.

Let's talk about the factory.

One of your colleagues complained about you to HR.

According to her, you followed her one evening after work.

She got so scared she ran across the road and almost got hit by a truck.

Geraldine.

I didn't mean to scare her, I just wanted to talk.

Talk?

About what?

I don't know.

She seemed nice.

She seemed nice!

That's what he thought when he saw me!

That's why he wanted to kill me!

Hush! Morgane, quiet!

And this is Emma Perrin. We have video evidence

that she gave you a ride, April 15, 2022.

I suppose you don't recognize her either?

Yes.

I remember.

I was on my way home from work but there were no buses

and it was pouring.

She was nice.

She disappeared that evening.

Her body was never found.

What did you do with her?

What did I do with who?

She gave me a lift home.

That's all there is to it.

Look, Gilles! Look at the evil in his eyes!

Morgane, you'll make us miss the confession! Hush!

What about your blood, found in her car?

I must have had a nosebleed…

It's the medicine the doctor gave me after Dad's death that's doing this…

Oh, hell,

I'm disgusted!

What now?

About what? Well, you were right, he's not a serial killer.

What do you mean he's not?

Well, no, look.

Look, the guy's sweating like a pig! Don't you see?

Look… he's all wet…

He's sweating from his moustache.

Maybe a side effect of the meds he's been taking!

OK, he sweats. So what?

So what? Well, the guy works in a cosmetics factory.

He spends his days packing wipes and cotton buds!

Like the ones used by Forensics at crime scenes!

I imagine that in his job, he has to wear gloves.

Only, the way he sweats, he must have sponged himself

and contaminated a batch with his DNA!

Which ended up in the case of a Forensics guy

and, well…

our imagination did the rest.

You're saying this guy contaminated an entire sampling kit? It makes no sense.

How does this fit your theory of only killing on Saturdays?

It's not connected. That's because the Forensics guy is Jewish…

Hey, no… Be careful there!

Your buddy Samuel, the sampler,

wasn't at the crime scene on Saturday morning.

He joined us in the afternoon

and got people to turn on the lights for him.

Can you turn on the light?

I conclude he's observing Shabbat!

So on Saturdays he's replaced by another guy,

who has the contaminated batch in his briefcase!

You mean the original investigators were right?

The deaths were accidents?

Except for Cathy Barriot with her bath balls!

Let me reassure you, she was indeed killed!

And besides…

I think we should maybe refocus on her,

because lately we've lacked focus.

You said serial killer first!

How could I know your Forensics use contaminated batches?

-They're not my Forensics! -They are!

How's your flat-hunt going?

What are you doing here?

Someone left an old box full of stuff on a table

so I'm selling it on internet. I've got lots of buyers!

What old box? That's our victim's affairs!

Put it away before we get caught!

Wait. No wonder you have so many customers!

This thing's an antique and you're selling it for five!

The manufacturer of this lighter worked out a super-complicated code

to get his collectors tripping.

I know, my dad was one.

Something with dots, slashes, Roman numerals

that each correspond to a year of manufacture.

Get the idea?

This, for example, has two anti-slashes,

so it dates from… 1986.

So you think I can get more?

No, you can't sell seizures or I'd have done it already!

Put it away before we get arrested.

We don't need that.

Oh, fuck, it's the Lannisters!

It's the Lannisters!

-Karadec! Come here… -What's the matter?

Cathy,

our victim, her daughter told us that she was doing everything

she could to get her away from Martin, her beloved…

It wasn't because she couldn't stand him.

In fact, she wanted to prevent them from making a huge mistake!

Look at this lighter we found at Cathy's!

-See the logo? -Yes.

It's from Martin's company,

Valles & Fils Import!

From a goody bag, given by companies to customers.

But what was it doing at Cathy's?

The lighter!

Maybe the son-in-law gave it to Cathy.

I thought that too. Thing is,

the lighter dates back to 1986, look, it's written on its ass.

Martin was still in diapers, he didn't give it to her!

Well, since the company's name is Valles & Fils…

whoever gave it to her would be the boss at the time.

And the boss was? Was…?

Oh fuck, I had this effect for my finale…

Do you recognize this lighter?

No.

We found it in a box at Cathy's.

Are you sure?

But that's your company logo.

The company your father founded in the '80s.

Cathy's friends say she had an affair with a married man 35 years ago.

She became pregnant,

but he refused to acknowledge the child.

They eventually split up and she has since cut off all contact with him.

The child, a girl, is Juliette.

And the lover is your father.

We checked: at the time of the crime, your fiancee was jogging,

which gave you 45 minutes to go to your stepmother's

and kill her.

When Juliette left on her run,

I was on cloud nine.

We were getting married…

I was so happy!

And then Cathy called and asked me to come and see her.

So I thought… I don't know, maybe she wanted to bury the hatchet or…

maybe she wanted to give Juliette a family ring?

People do!

When I got to her place,

she showed me an old photo of her with my father.

And she told me…

that I couldn't marry Juliette

because she's my sister!

And that's it.

For her

it was over, end of story. I had to leave her!

I told her that I couldn't.

That Juliette is the love of my life.

And we're going to get married!

Then she started repeating over and over again,

"You can't, you can't, you can't,

"you realize you can't marry her, she's your sister,"

So I… pushed her. So she'd stop talking!

Pre-natal paternity test

Damn it, Ludo!

What have I done now?

Your colleagues kept telling us

she'd disappeared on purpose,

but she'd never do that to us.

I'm going.

OK.

Congratulations on Martin Valles' confession.

Thank you.

We've finally got to the bottom of this, haven't we?

Almost.

We still don't know what happened to Emma Perrin, our missing person.

Pass on the new info to Arras and they'll keep digging.

-OK. -Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Shit!

Translated by Mark Goodwin