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Hi. Excuse me, I'm looking for for Alexandra Ehle.

What a thrill. I will learn from the best forensic scientist in France.

He seems like a nice guy, so I'll give him some advice.

Get out while you still can. Your last assistant lasted two months.

Do you know what it is now?

He has become a hatter. Don't ask me why.

At the end of the corridor, on the left.

Best of luck.

What are you doing there?

I am...

Ah, yes. You're the new guy.

I am Dr. Ehle.

Hello?

Yes.

Yes.

Okay.

We will leave the presentations for later. We have a corpse waiting for us.

Well, a piece of it.

We found it in the mud, in an airtight plastic bag.

I am not surprised. It was 117 tide tonight.

I'm leaving. You have ten minutes.

What do you think, Théo?

Well, it's a hand.

From that alone we can't know much.

Yes, but some details do.

It is a serrated cut.

It is evident that it has been made with a hacksaw.

"The killer must have cut the hand on a table"

and took the opportunity to tear apart the rest of the body.

In my opinion, we will find other pieces.

The killer's pulse did not tremble.

We could deduce that he had a sentimental bond with the victim.

Let's continue with her.

The victim is a white female in her 30s or 40s.

Her nails are cut flush. All the same way.

This is related to their lifestyle, to their lifestyle, with your work.

I could be a a caregiver in a day care center.

For me, it is the hand of a woman who did not want to harm others.

Or of a young mother who didn't want to scratch her baby.

I've thought about it, but I don't think so. Think about the enamel.

A young mother doesn't have time for such precision.

There is something wrong.

Such coquetry is not compatible with the nails cut flush

and the bitten skin around it.

No, this woman did not wear nail polish.

or had been doing so for a very short time.

Something had just changed in his life.

And she wanted to be someone else.

The bright red nail polish attracted our psychopath.

What makes you think of a psychopath?

If we talk about mutilations, he will be a depraved dominator.

Ah, I see...

You skipped thanatology, but you were the best in the psychology class.

Yes, I did a double degree: psychology and anthropology.

Y...

I don't know if it counts, but my father is a psychoanalyst.

Of course it counts.

But let's be cautious with the killer's profile.

Okay, very good.

So why the mutilations?

Well, it's easier to dispose of a corpse in pieces rather than whole.

You have not wasted your time.

Théo Durrel, my assistant.

We know each other, Commander Doisneau. -Captain Charon.

Well?

As usual, in two hours at the coroner's office.

Two hours? Can't you hurry up a bit?

No, I can't. -There is only one hand.

It's not the quantity that counts. -You know it is.

You don't have to dissect or weigh organs.

You're wasting my time and it's gold.

Goodbye. -Goodbye.

What do we do now? -Now you will see.

They get along great, huh?

What has he done to you?

Theft of evidence, obstruction of a witness.

I picked up a head at a crime scene.

Beatings and injuries to a suspect.

But, wow, the guy had asked for it.

Can you hold this? They don't like to be shaken.

What are they?

They are fingers.

And beware, not just any ones.

Those of a famous poisoner of the 19th century.

And where did you get them?

Have you bought them on the deep internet?

Stolen from a natural history natural history museum?

May I ask you something?

Forensic doctors often treat victims of rape, fights of rape, fights and all that,

but they say that you only practice thanatology. Is it true?

Why did you choose this option?

Opening up the dead instead of healing the living?

Thank you for replying, very kind.

Come on, Monsieur.

Hello!

-Is he the new trainee? -Théo Durrel.

How?

Théo Durrel.

Ludivine Moret, entomologist.

Pass.

Yes, I know it sucks, but you get used to it.

Have you found the blowfly?

Which one? -The one that always escapes you.

Yes, of course, everything is under control.

Don't worry, it's not bad, young man.

Alex? -Yes?

What?

I just got a call from the prosecutor about the hand.

At the slightest infraction, you are suspended.

Diane, there are infractions and infractions.

Well, no, not exactly.

Hello and welcome.

Are you Théo Durrel?

Diane Dombres, dentist and Chief of Forensic Medicine.

It's the teeth. -Enchanted.

Don't let him get you in their scams.

I trust you.

Do you hear it? -What?

Isn't it one of Ludivine's of Ludivine?

If I see one more in my food, I ask for it to be moved.

But don't tell me.

You take care of the bodies Period. Understood?

Come on, let's go.

What's wrong with Diane? She looks strange.

Why, because he scolded you?

No, I don't find that strange, it confirms that it's fine.

That's not what I'm talking about.

I'm talking about their palpitations, his dilated pupils,

his spasms, haven't you seen it?

No. You don't think she's sick?

I hope not, but I will find out.

Hello.

Pretend I'm not there.

March 15, 2018.

We will call the victim "Albertina as long as we do not know her identity.

Come on, take some pictures.

The dermis is wrinkled, but without cutaneous detachment.

The decomposition of organic tissues organic tissues was just beginning.

The fingers are cyanotic, a sign of asphyxia in drowning.

Despite the fact that our victim respiratory distress came to him

before immersion of the body.

When did the death occur? -I don't know.

They reached into the refrigerator after killing the victim.

So dating is impossible.

Let's say it will be a little more complicated, yes.

But it is not impossible.

For, praise be to creation,

there are worms everywhere.

Wherever the body is, they always hit it.

And to identify the victim?

For now it will be unthinkable, I imagine.

Well, with fingerprints, don't count.

Will it be possible to find DNA of the killer under the fingernails

despite the immersion?

The plastic bag was airtight,

so we will find footprints inside. If there were, of course.

Especially if the victim put up resistance.

Given her temperament, she sure didn't sit still.

Do we know their temperament?

She was a blonde woman, nervous, but very determined

according to the epidermal layers.

Subcutaneous fat is old,

which means that Albertina that Albertina was a bit abandoned.

But for the abductor pollicis brevis muscle abductor pollicis brevis muscle,

went back to sports and to the maximum.

If we add the deep red glaze, it's a no-brainer.

Albertina was in love.

If we can recover your stomach,

I bet your cud will be depressing.

Vegetables, cookies and all.

We had a famous chef who died without leaving his recipes.

Well, we put everything back together, ingredient after ingredient.

For a good meal.

You scare me. One day you're going to kill someone so you can examine them.

Pray it's not you.

Yes, of course. Let me know of anything.

Well, I'm off.

Of course.

Théo, some puppies?

Together?

But how does he know all that?

I watch a lot. I watch people.

Listening is useless, they lie all the time.

His body, on the other hand, always tells the truth.

Okay, but he only sees the superficial, what people want him to see.

It would be necessary to get to its interior,

revisiting the past, the subconscious...

You, for example, this morning you didn't know what to wear to come,

so you opted for a shirt, but it wasn't planned.

Otherwise, you would have ironed it. -Well, look, I didn't... It's just that...

You are stressed out from work.

Won't you be afraid of corpses?

Of course not, you are wrong.

Death is not contagious, you know.

Well, almost never, at least.

What? -What about what?

Blood pressure, sudden flushes,

fixed gaze, light sweating...

Am I the one stressing you out? I'm not going to eat you, man.

No, I know he's not going to eat me. -Thank goodness.

Can I give you a ride? -No, I'm going for a walk.

Well, unless I don't know, you want to have a drink.

To get to know each other, so that...

No, I have plans. -Oh, okay. What are you going to do?

Meet my husband and the kids and have macaroni and ham for dinner. and have macaroni and ham for dinner.

Okay. Enjoy. -Thank you.

Come here, Monsieur.

"Forensic report by Alexandra Ehle.

A whitish spot on the hand

of a centimeter and a half appears on the left side.

After taking a sample,

microscopic analysis says that it could be organic liquid,

Sperm, maybe?"

"How does he know all that?"

"I watch a lot. I watch people.

Listening is useless, they lie all the time.

His body, on the other hand, always tells the truth.

Albertina.

Albertina.

Come, little ones, it's time to eat.

Where is Alex? -I don't know.

Wait.

I will never get used to it.

Up, dead.

Can't it wait? I went to bed at five.

Well, no, it can't wait. They found another piece.

A hunter found it, thanks to his dog.

That's her. It's Albertina.

How can you be so sure? -Because of the notches in the cut.

A hacksaw.

For the skin, its corpulence,

hair color...

The killer is a monster. Look at the bites.

That was not done by the killer, but a fox.

Look at the teeth.

Concave fangs and their way of biting.

What's the matter with you? I've seen dead people more alive than you.

It's nothing, it will pass. I just have a little cough.

See this? Part of the foot is mummified.

At least has been buried for two weeks.

Come on, take the pictures. -Yes, sure.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Of course you do, you don't have to hide it.

I have also felt that excitement.

Oh, really? Really? -A great excitement.

You too?

Of course, what did you think.

We feel sorry for the victim,

but we are passionate about about solving the puzzle.

Yes, the puzzle.

"A foot, it's wonderful. It tells us a lot of things."

It is even more significant than a hand.

We walk differently by age, gender, experience.

Our walks are our letter of introduction. are our letter of introduction.

Take a good look at the arch of the plantar vault.

It is completely curved inward.

pes cavus, typical of those who want to to cut the cord with his mother

and kill his father.

See here.

A stretch of the flexor tendons flexors of the fingers

and retraction of the extensors.

Extension of the metatarsophalangeal metatarsophalangeal joints

and loss of fingertip support of the fingertips.

And, therefore, tripe.

And here are blisters caused by very high shoes.

How much would you say?

Twelve centimeters of heel.

However, this foot did not use to wear heels.

Thank you for telling us about your customs,

but I have to lock up a murderer. What do you have on him?

On the hand I found a liquid vestige.

It became embedded in the epidermis thanks to the plastic bag.

At first I thought it was sperm, but it's not.

So I'm still looking.

And I also found this substance.

It is cement.

Now, as we know, Albertina does not have the hands of a worker.

And where did you find it? Under your fingernails?

No, about the bag.

In other words, it was on the hand, but not on the foot.

So, we deduce that it had cement in the parts

that the clothes did not cover.

He may have passed near a construction site on the day of his death.

That's right, you're absolutely right!

We have to look for a construction site and a swimming pool.

Cut the crap. Why are you talking to me about a swimming pool?

One, the smell.

Its epidermis still smells of hypochlorous acid.

To chlorine, come on.

Two, it has what we call "athlete's foot",

an infection between the fingers.

And three, there are parts with depigmentation of the epidermis.

He spent all his time in the pool, including the day of his death.

Thank you for the conclusion.

Now it's our turn, isn't it?

Yes, a little, yes.

Behave yourself. Stay here and wait

the lab results. -Yes.

Did you find what I asked for?

I have checked all the pools with the areas under construction,

which leaves nine possibilities.

Great.

What are you doing this Sunday? -Sunday?

Sunday afternoon.

I'm still going to the movies.

Would you like to join us?

No, I was talking about going to the pool.

I will not stand idly by while it's still out there in pieces.

Already, Major Doisneau warned me that perhaps

I would propose to question the witnesses.

He told me to refuse.

Who is talking about interrogating witnesses?

We can go swimming. It is not forbidden.

By the way, I was wondering...

Your relationship with the commander with the commander, isn't it?

Yes, it is a bit complicated.

Yeah, but...

I know. I got it.

I wasn't born yesterday, you know.

That cop is in love in love with you, isn't he?

No, not at all.

Yeah, sure. If it's obvious.

That's why he's so nasty to you. I'll be a fool!

No. That's where you're wrong, Théo. That's not it.

I can't blame him.

You are beautiful, nice, bright, intelligent.

You would have to be in a very bad way not to notice.

I'm telling you that you are making a mistake.

Modesty aside.

Any normal man would fall in love with you.

Only, what would I do?

I would invite her for a drink or something.

While Commander Doisneau did not.

He demonstrates his sexual drive through aggressiveness.

He is there and I feel self-conscious...

He is my brother.

"Hello, Alexandra?" -Thank you very much!

You are late, Alexandra.

Come here, big boy, my pretty doggy, come here.

Grandma has prepared a chop for you.

Alex! -Hello.

Everything all right, Mathis? -Yes, and you?

Alex, are you okay? -And you?

Have you got the results? -Not yet.

No, it is forbidden to talk about work at the table.

And give me the cell phones.

Where are your mother and sister?

My sister got to go to a birthday party.

Only ten years old and more cunning than us.

Alexandra, next time be on time.

Cow tongue, if overdone, is tasteless.

By the way, it looks like your husband is coming back, it looks like your husband is coming back.

My ex-husband.

In my day, you didn't get divorced on impulse.

I didn't get divorced on impulse. It was he who left me.

Do you see the nuance or...?

Okay, but understand me.

I just want you to have a normal life with a husband and children,

like everyone else. -Mom, I'm fine the way I am.

I know, my dear, but if you'd just try a little harder,

you might be able to get it back.

I already made an effort.

But it's not my fault if you prefer sailing to life as a couple.

At least, when it's at sea, it doesn't weigh you down.

That is true.

It was hard to recognize him since I could hardly see him.

What a thing!

Mom, please, stop it, leave her alone.

You defend her no matter what, even if she does foolish things.

What have I done now?

I'm telling you for your own good. -I know.

Let it go, Alex, you know how it is.

What's worse is that he thinks he's acting right. He just wants you to be happy.

Well, if he wants my happiness, to stop preparing cow tongue.

Yes.

Hey...

I have a favor to ask. It's for Mathis.

Looks like he has a girlfriend

and, well, it looks like they mean business.

Great. And?

I was wondering if it was time for someone to explain

how it all works.

At 14 years old you didn't talk to him about anything?

No. I have a hard time talking about it.

Don't worry, I'm sure he you've been looking for it on the net for a long time

and at this moment he knows more than you and me.

I'm a cop, Alex. I searched his computer and I'm telling you no.

You are out of your mind.

And you want me, his aunt, to take care of his sex education?

You are also his godmother. It's your obligation, isn't it?

My obligations are to take him to the movies for popcorn, right?

Besides, he has a mother, too.

You know it. It will traumatize you.

You, on the other hand, are a doctor.

You can talk to him about the risks,

diseases, protection, of all that.

Come on, do it for me.

Besides, he adores you.

Okay, but I'll go to the interrogation if you catch a suspect.

What are you doing? I hope you're not sneaking cigarettes.

Of course not, Mom, please.

This one I think will be the good one. -He said that in the last six.

That makes seven with this one.

See you at the big pool. Hello!

Are you ready? Because I'm ready.

I'm coming!

Come on, let's go faster.

We continue, we stretch our arms, faster, deeper.

Come on, let's go, come on.

Do you know this woman?

Of course, it's not perfect, it's just a sketch.

Are you a cop? -Do I look like a cop?

That's not very nice.

What do you want from me?

I am a medical examiner. I am investigating the death of a woman.

And he came to this pool on the day of his death.

What's my role in that?

I would like to show you some pictures. It is important.

Won't you show him the photos?

Do you recognize this foot?

Are you kidding me?

No, look, look, look carefully.

The texture of the skin, the small scar...

Does it tell you anything?

A blonde in her thirties?

Yes, there used to be a short blonde, full of scars.

I haven't seen her in a while.

You are not sure? -No, I'm not.

It doesn't look much like his sketch.

Well, that's normal, it's just a sketch.

Do you know his name?

No, I don't ask everyone who comes to swim.

But, you know...

Do you know if she came alone or accompanied?

It's funny, because at the beginning she came alone

and then she started fooling around with a guy she met here.

I saw them together in the locker room.

And could you describe it to me?

Chunky, with a strange tattoo on his arm, a snake.

Yes, rare.

If you have any news, do not hesitate to call me,

at any time and hour.

Day or night? -Yes. -Thank you.

By the way...

I was thinking that maybe I could

to stop by the forensic institute, to help me draw up a portrait.

For strictly strictly professional purposes, of course.

Well, if it's strictly professional, then...

This is a joke.

This application is not bad at all.

Only one detail is missing. -Which one?

He had a scar on his shoulder.

Wait, I'll add it.

Thank you, you can't imagine how much you have helped me.

Well, I must go.

Already? -Yes.

I will call you back.

Will we see you soon?

Insurance.

Okay.

IT WAS NICE TO MEET YOU!

SEND IT WAS NICE TO MEET YOU!

SEND

WHEN WILL WE SEE YOU?

SEND

NEXT TIME, I'LL DO AN AUTOPSY AN AUTOPSY IF YOU WANT ;))))

SEND

IN ANY CASE, IT WAS REALLY FANTASTIC!!!

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ARE YOU AWAKE?

I thought I heard your cell phone. Don't you answer your messages?

I am working.

Do you think I want to talk about hairstyles?

We have the DNA results on the victim's fingernails.

Who is it?

His name is Jean-Baptiste Delorme, 45 years old.

Why is he on file? -For insulting an agent.

Do we know where this Delorme lives?

Why would we want to know? Research is not our business.

Yeah, I'm just curious. -Honestly, Alex, I hope so.

Do you remember what the prosecutor said? -No.

Go on, go to sleep, you look tired.

Do you think I feel like sleeping about this?

Trust Antoine. He'll catch the bastard who did this.

Everything will be fine. -Yes, it will be fine, that's for sure.

Instead, there's something wrong with you.

Well, don't mess with me.

You heard what Commander Doisneau Commander Doisneau said.

This is totally illegal.

So what? I'm not a cop. I don't have to respect the law.

Well, a little bit yes, like everyone else, right?

That's him, that's Jean-Baptiste Delorme.

What do we do now?

Antoine will have the DNA results DNA results when he gets to work.

That gives us a half-hour head start.

Until the afternoon.

Are you always in competition with your brother?

Well, it is serious family trauma.

Are you sure you want to come in? -Of course.

I am not responsible.

Okay, she's definitely is determined to get in.

May I know what you are doing here?

I do not understand anything.

There is nothing to understand. She has been murdered.

What do you want from me?

Commander Doisneau, of the judicial police.

He is the trainee, Roméo Charon.

Could you tell us about about your relationship with the victim?

I do not know her.

Ah, isn't it? Surprising.

We have found your DNA under the fingernails

and, given the conditions conditions, it is a miracle.

They had to fight hard to keep the remains.

I have not lied. I did not know her.

We met at the supermarket.

I know it's weird, but it's the truth.

He approached me in front of the cereal.

We talked about children.

And they fell in love at first sight.

No, it is not that.

About the kids, their divorce, I don't know...

I was attracted to it.

I had never cheated on my wife before.

And when did this that little sexual adventure?

Excuse me, I...

Two or three weeks ago.

I don't remember.

It would help us if you were more precise. What day do you make your purchases?

On Saturdays, when the children go to the ponies.

To ponies? -Yes, well, to horseback riding.

Did he tell you his name?

Jennifer.

Jennifer Vargas.

Jennifer with two L's?

Nothing at all. Not a single result. No Jennifer Vargas on the net.

Have you tried with two En's?

It is not that. Look, if I put your name, for example...

"Madame Morgue strikes again. The infernal coroner.

Dr. Scalpel and the living dead".

It fits you well, Dr. Escalpelo.

Stop now. The journalist was very fond of me.

"This is how we found

to the scandalous coroner as she exhumes a grave.

Is this true?

Leonardo da Vinci also dug up corpses at night

and that's an exaggeration, believe me.

Enough, we have other things to do instead of a press review.

But Jennifer is not in the in the guide or in social networks,

nor does it appear in the headlines, no.

The story of Jean-Baptiste Delorme is credible.

Nail DNA

may well be the consequence of a sexual of a sexual relationship.

Of course, we started to get to know your profile.

That woman was a praying Mantis.

She seduced a tattooed man at the swimming pool and a shop manager at the supermarket.

He took a risky course of action and ran into the wrong guy.

I do not know.

For me, that doesn't fit at all with Albertina's character.

He bit his nails, walked with crooked feet.

She wasn't your typical woman flirting in a supermarket.

Okay, but forget the enamel and the 12-centimeter heels. and 12-centimeter heels.

She was a new woman, you said so.

Yeah, but...

A new woman who appeared, with a false name.

And I think those heels, the enamel and the name

were a mask.

Albertina was hiding.

Yes, Antoine?

Okay.

We are on our way there right away.

We have one leg.

A leg?

Hello.

It is there. Watch out for the smell, it's stinky.

Yes, so do I.

Here, you want some? -Thank you.

Are you ok?

Well, any progress?

Yes, well, more or less.

Here, put it under your nose.

Nail DNA results, have you received them?

No, not yet.

What about you, what's new?

Not many.

Ah, yes. One thing.

What?

Do you know the stain he had on his hand?

The one I thought was sperm? Well, it's a tear.

From the victim or the murderer?

I don't know, DNA will tell us.

But we will end up knowing who this woman is.

Yes, and we'll end up finding that bastard.

You can take it with you. It's Albertina's leg.

Well? What do you think?

So we have a partial skeletonization partial skeletonization at the heel.

And here, in the flesh, we find Calliphora, Silphidae

and Thanatophilus rugosus in advanced stage.

They abandoned this leg 18 days ago.

What's wrong with him? -What's wrong with him?

He is charming, but a bit sensitive.

WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ALEX AND GOD?

GOD HAS NEVER HAS EVER BELIEVED THAT HE IS ALEZ

Are you going to your brother's party tomorrow?

Of course. I'll make sponge cake.

No.

Don't bother, it will take you a long time.

But I don't mind doing it at all, on the contrary.

I have recomposed Albertina's body.

Look.

She's blonder than I thought.

Over one meter sixty seven, according to the length of his femur.

And you said he had fractured tibia,

but that the bones had already welded together.

Yes, about five years ago.

He had to quit the sport because of an accident

and recently returned.

I have also been told about about a scar on my shoulder.

Théo, come, we need to talk.

Make a list of people treated in the hospital

for a fractured tibia and stitches in the shoulder.

I also need a list of of missing women

within a radius of five kilometers of the Henry Deschamps swimming pool.

And how do I to find all that?

How should I know? Improvise. Come on!

Improvise, improvise. And the "please", what?

"It was very good. We give each other a buzz."

Well? Do you have the medical results?

No, he asked me two seconds ago.

How should I know? Go on, get out.

But I have compared pool fertilizers

with hospital records and I know who he is.

Louise Marsy, 38 years old.

Louise Marsy, 38 years old.

Louise Marsy, 38.

Worked in a day care center. Husband and no children.

See? I told you so.

The body never lies.

Have you called the cops? -No, not yet.

Bravo.

You handled it very well.

You learn quickly.

Then that's it. That's your house.

What is it? -Nothing.

How do we do it this time?

So we walked to the door, knocked and greeted.

Mr. Marsy?

What is happening?

I'm sorry to hear about your wife, but I have to ask you something.

You have reported the disappearance, Why?

Because I didn't know.

He left me a month ago.

Can you tell us about it?

In the beginning, when we first met, I was fragile.

But he was doing better. He was recovering.

She would get a big disappointment when she hooked up with someone else.

How did you know that she had hooked up with someone else?

We have been told of the man with the tattoos.

A red cobra?

You know the worst part?

I was the one who encouraged her to do sports.

Wow, and to thank him, she gives it up for him.

Not for him.

She needed to reflect.

And have you seen her again after the breakup?

No.

And the change in their behavior,

What is your opinion?

What change?

Lately she had become another woman.

The one you met

so shy, so reserved,

she began to put on make-up and dressing provocatively.

Maybe to flirt. -But what are they talking about?

That's not my Louise.

Watch.

Watch.

What drove her crazy

was not being able to have children.

She just thought about about it all the time.

So, I don't know,

perhaps he wanted to find a stallion.

And he would have come back, for sure.

And did she hold a grudge against him for not being able to give him a child?

Did you try to make him feel less of a man?

What are you talking about?

The desire to be a mother leads to doing things

and, unconsciously, I hated her. -Me? No.

He rather pitied her. -Ya.

She went crazy about it.

Two days before breaking up, he did something out of the ordinary.

She...

Louise kidnapped her nephew.

His sister's son, Sonia. -Kidnapped?

Yes, she went with him, God knows where

and returned the next day.

He kidnapped his nephew.

Crazy.

"We have our killer."

What do you mean? The sister? -No, the husband, as usual.

Louise wants a child and Franck Marsy cannot give it to her,

so she leaves him for a hormone-ridden, tattooed hunk.

The alpha male who will be a powerful and fertile sire.

What about the shop foreman? Wasn't that wasn't he a hormonal hunk?

It is there. Park it.

Yes, in fact, instinctively, sought to unite the power of a hunk

with the delicacy of the workshop manager. Classic.

Already. If I may, Sigmund Freud,

let's see if the sister felt bad about Louise stealing her son.

Don't talk about Louise's death. We'll leave that to the cops.

Hello. -Hello.

Protection of minors.

We would like to talk to you, Mrs. Launay.

Sure, come in.

We are in the proceedings that you initiated against your sister.

For the kidnapping of his son.

I did not initiate any proceedings.

Right. That's right.

We find it suspicious that he did not report it.

The abduction of a child is a serious crime

and we would like to know how it all happened.

When I had the baby, everything was going very well.

And in her work, Louise was very professional.

Can you tell us what happened the day you kidnapped him?

He was thrilled, he always was when he came.

Not to mention her.

I would shower him with gifts, read him stories

and played with him.

It is rare to see adults who know how to play.

She would lie on the floor and made up stories.

She even dressed up as an Indian, he as a cowboy and they would run.

She was like a child.

Maternal transfer. I thought it was you.

Yes.

Maybe, I guess.

Yes, and kidnapped his son.

Because of my job, I don't make it to school,

and she picked him up on Wednesdays.

He works part-time.

Except, that day, he didn't bring it.

And, when he returned the next day with my son,

was covered with bruises.

Had he hit her?

He never wanted to talk, but he still but he still has marks from all the blows.

And did you feel like to make him pay for it?

Louise already punishes herself.

She is very unhappy.

Did you know you were having trouble getting pregnant?

I found out recently.

He can't because of the accident.

May I speak to your son, Mrs. Launay?

What for?

That game is fine.

What are you really?

Are they police?

The truth,

I could say something similar.

Who did that to you?

It is my secret.

It wasn't your aunt who did it to you.

She wanted to help you, she understood what was going on, but it wasn't her.

When he saw the pupae,

we went to eat ice cream by the sea.

It was not her sister that caused these injuries.

That mark you have there

and that wound on the wrist, are from yesterday.

And yesterday...

Yesterday, what?

Yesterday, what?

Your colleagues often hit you, Mrs. Launay. often, Mrs. Launay.

He will need her and he will no longer be able to count on his aunt.

Go to the police station to explain your brother what you are doing here.

Come on.

Hello, madam, Inspector Charon. May I come in?

For God's sake, Alex. You never listen.

Impersonating a cop? You've gone too far.

I know, but I had to talk to the sister.

And why? -To be able to understand!

Why had Louise Marsy changed, what had changed, what had just happened to her?

She could not have children and she would never see her nephew again.

I think that woman was unhappy.

Is it the cause of his death? -Precisely, that's what I'm looking for.

Is there anything you're not telling me?

What about you? Is there something you're not telling me?

I have nothing to say to you! You're not a cop. You don't investigate.

You'll know when we're done.

Can't you see it's eating me up not knowing? I need to understand what happened to him.

And I need to stop a murderer and fast.

I can't waste my time with you.

For no one has asked you to follow me.

I don't think I have explained correctly.

Charon and I worked.

We question the witnesses, we detain them,

we do the searches with the orders of a prosecutor

and you, you're going to hell!

I don't need you to come with me.

To hell I know how to get there.

Okay.

See you this afternoon?

I don't know!

Sorry.

All right? Ready?

No, one last touch to the cake and I'm going.

Don't worry, we stopped at the bakery.

Save it for tomorrow. -It takes no time at all.

Patience. We'll have a beer.

Come on, shall we go?

What the hell are you doing? Waiting for a message?

Me? No.

Well, yes.

Already. A message from someone who doesn't call you.

Finish it.

And where did you meet him?

In the pool. I wanted to swim again.

He works as a lifeguard.

Let me guess.

You went to bed and he hasn't called you back.

Sort of, but he sent me a message.

And what does this message say?

Now you will see.

"It was very good. We give each other a buzz."

"It was very good. We'll give each other a shout." Really?

Yes. He's a guy who is not good at writing.

No, he's a guy who it's not good for him to see you again.

Silly me. Besides, I've done exactly what you told me.

I've been sending him messages very nice, very cool...

Messages?

How many?

I don't know.

Anyway, I've never I've never had any luck with guys.

I am a subscriber to losers who don't call,

married people who assure you that they are going to get divorced

and the cheesy ones who call you "cupcake".

Alex, answer me something.

That lifeguard,

you didn't meet him researching the victim?

Oops, the cake is burning.

Well, can we go now? -Yes.

Hey, are you okay?

Did you go to the doctor for your tachycardias?

What are you talking about? I'm fine. Come on, let's go.

If you say so...

Hi. What a great atmosphere. -I'm telling you.

Hello, Antoine.

Finally. Everything all right?

I'm going to leave this.

Hello. -I'm glad you came.

What is it?

A sponge cake. -Good!

Did you bring him with you? -Yes, he wanted to be with me.

You could talk to him now, couldn't you?

Okay...

You seem to have a girlfriend? -Yes.

How are you doing? Is everything all right? -Yes.

I guess you know how it works,

but if you want, I can make you a sketch, or something like that.

No, thank you, it is not necessary.

But...

I wanted to talk to you about protection,

because an unprotected relationship, as you well know,

can lead to in an unwanted pregnancy

and an abortion, right?

In addition, it can cause very serious diseases

AIDS type, all STDs,

sexually transmitted sexually transmitted

and also all the classic venereal venereal diseases.

Syphilis, gonorrhea, soft chancroid,

condyloma acuminatum...

A lot. -All right, that's enough.

Well, I...

Is he there? -He's there, but he can't get in.

I beg you. It is important to me.

I would like to see her one last time. -In a few days, I promise.

Why did you promise him?

We do not know if we will recover the body.

A woman he has loved,

will not be able to bear to see her like a disassembled doll.

One cannot imagine so much suffering.

Do you know who he is?

He is my father.

I am delighted to meet your family so soon.

He was a cop. A good cop.

One day, he got into his car...

Someone had planted a bomb.

We were six and fifteen years old.

Since then, my brother wants to know to know who kills himself and why.

And I want to rebuild the body of the dead.

Everyone should be able to hug their loved ones one last time.

With Louise Marsy I don't know how we will do it, but we will find her.

This clinical history is the cornerstone.

The answer to his death is there.

Why?

After the accident,

Louise was devastated, torn to shreds.

He falls into a depression. He abandons himself and puts on ten kilos.

Then she meets her future husband,

recovers well and even returns to sports.

But if she was happy, why did she leave him?

That is the question.

In fact, I'm going to check one thing.

Can you stay keeping an eye on Monsieur?

How about you?

What do you think of all this mess?

Hello.

What are you doing here? Do you need anything?

I am here to share the news.

Yeah, really?

Wouldn't you like to know what I know? -Of course I would.

Ya...

Let's see. Louise Marsy worked in a day care center.

The director came to report her disappearance 15 days ago.

But being of age and with an unstable temperament and with an unstable temperament,

colleagues took a statement from him and nothing else. statement and nothing more.

Just out of curiosity, how did you come up with the name?

She was on file with the police.

Not as a criminal, but as a victim of a victim of a serious accident.

What about you?

We examined the hospital's medical records.

The accident was five years ago. Afterwards he had a brutal depression.

Do you have the name of the Sunday driver who ran over her?

No, we did not find the driver or the vehicle.

I can read you the report, I have it here.

Well, let's see then.

"Louise Marsy was hit by a white van-type vehicle. by a white van-type vehicle.

The driver, after getting off, fled, fled the scene

and left it on the road.

She stated that she saw a tattoo in the shape of a snake on the driver.

We know more and more more and more about this woman.

She had several lovers and had left her husband.

We have caught him, he has been detained for an hour.

And we think he is the killer.

Are you interested? -Of course.

Did you see her again?

Stop with the stories.

She had left him for another guy. She cheated on him nonstop.

Don't say nonstop. It only happened once.

We find under the fingernails the DNA of Jean-Baptiste Delorme.

You never get to know your loved ones.

Never.

Keep your word.

I spoke to your son, now I want to see the suspect.

No, no. Alex, I can't, you know very well.

If you have problems with the prosecutor, you will tell him that he should be auscultated.

Suck it up with... Charon, come on.

Do you know what this is?

It is a tear.

A tear we found on Louise's dermis.

A tear you shed on it.

So what?

Well, he lied to us.

He saw her again after the breakup.

He saw her again on the day of her death.

It was three weeks ago, on a Saturday.

I was coming out of the pool.

I wanted to see if she was still with that guy, the tattooed one.

I thought I could still fix things.

But you were furious.

Did they fight?

She told me to leave her alone.

He told me that...

no longer loved me.

But I knew he was lying.

How could he say that to me if she looked so sad?

So I left.

I didn't want him to see me cry.

Thank you.

Can I ask you a question?

The crazy woman who went to Delorme's house, was it you?

May I know what you showed him? It wouldn't be my dining room bonus, would it?

Yes. Yes, I was going to give it back to you.

You think I'm stupid. -I borrowed it from you.

Tell me everything you know.

Alex, there is a woman torn to pieces by a depraved man.

Let's stop fooling around, both of us.

And I don't know what you told my son, but you've traumatized him.

He doesn't want to see his girlfriend anymore. Honestly, Alex, you're pathetic.

You know what? Next time you take care of it yourself.

Thank you for calling me. -I was going to. I've been very busy.

Don't bother.

Well, where is it?

What are you going to do?

Hello. Antoine? -Tell me.

Sorry about Mathis and for the research.

I won't do it again, I promise.

"I don't believe you and I'm sure you don't believe it either.

I don't know why this woman has affected me so much.

Having only one hand...

"I was so fragile. I overreached."

Well, I'm going to squeeze the husband. Is that what you wanted to tell me?

He is not the husband. You are completely wrong.

Why do you say so?

Because after the accident, she was sunk and he saved her.

I'll stick to the evidence, if you like.

I have sent you a license plate. Can you find the owner?

Why, who is it?

The one who ran over Louise Marsy five years ago.

Suppose he had found it, he would want to take revenge

"and that he would not allow it."

Where are you?

At work, where do you want me to be?

I leave you, I have a dead man who gets impatient.

Quiet.

She's dying! She's been murdered! -No, she's not dead.

I don't know where he got you from, but he's hit the jackpot.

I just wanted to recover the rest of the body.

If you hadn't passed me your license plate, how would we have done it?

You're going to get get yourself fucking killed!

One day they will kill you. You get on my nerves!

You get on my nerves.

You're wrong. I didn't fucking do anything!

Well? -We were wrong.

Shit. -Come on.

I just screwed up my sphenoid, but I'm fine.

Sorry, I freaked out.

This is the second time in a month that a crazy woman has tried to assault me.

The other crazy one, as you say, her name was Louise Marsy.

She wasn't crazy, she was his victim.

It was her he ran over with his van five years ago with his van five years ago

and left half dead on the side of the road.

That's bullshit. Bullshit!

Already. Well, let's see, tell us how you met her.

It was...

It was in the pool.

"He spoke to me

and we fooled around in the locker room for two weeks.

It was fun."

Then she came on to me.

He invited me to his house.

She told me her husband was out, so why not?

Afterwards, at home

threatened me with a taser

and told me about the accident.

He began to tell me that I had ruined his life,

that because of me I could not have children.

He had just found out.

And you defended yourself.

And because he is much stronger, he managed to disarm it with ease.

No, not at all.

I told him it wasn't my fault and he believed me. It wasn't my fault!

Are you the one you described in the statement, shall I read it to you?

I did not run her over.

It was not me.

That day, a colleague of mine was driving.

When he ran over her, he panicked.

He wanted us to leave, but I came down.

And I saw her, covered in blood.

I called the ambulance.

We left right after, when I knew he was coming.

Who was your colleague?

"Delorme.

Jean-Baptiste Delorme".

Wow!

He didn't mess around.

Six pieces, my sister is going to have fun.

Case closed. That's it, Commander.

Come on, come on.

We have found the pieces of the rest of the body

in a padlocked freezer. -Okay, send me everything.

Okay. Sunday at Mom's house? -Yes, until Sunday.

Goodbye.

Shall we talk to him? -To tell him what?

To understand.

You're going to look for a secret motive, unresolved traumas...

But you will be disappointed, because there's nothing behind it all.

No mysteries, no revelations no evil genies.

Maybe he is a poor man who was mistreated as a child.

Okay.

Come on, let's go.

Because of her teeth, she is Louise Marsy.

Matches the plates sent by your dentist. by your dentist.

I had just learned something horrible.

The accident had left her sterile.

He became obsessed with children.

With his nephew, above all.

She visited him often and tried to help him,

but his sister forbade her to see him again.

Then...

Louise sank.

He decided to take revenge.

I wanted to find and kill the bastard who had caused it all.

Miss, are you all right?

Are you all right? Look at me. -Come on, we're leaving!

She thought she recognized him in the pool.

"But Joel Baupin convinced her she was innocent."

He gave him the name of the real culprit.

Jean-Baptiste Delorme.

"We met at the supermarket."

He offered to have a drink at my house.

We spent the afternoon together.

And, at some point, I fell asleep.

"I wake up and...

I see him wielding a knife above my head.

I defended myself.

"He had very long hands, huge."

She squeezed hard, she wanted to fight.

The ventricles were obstructed

and stopped breathing.

What would you have done in my place?

I did not know

what to do with the body.

So I told myself that the simplest thing to do

would be to get rid of it in pieces.

"A body weighs a lot, it's a drag.

So Delorme used his tools to his tools to cut it up.

He then stored it in the freezer

and every time he had to commute to commute for his work,

threw a piece of it away.

Well, it's impressive, really.

It is.

You are made for each other. You will make a good team.

It can happen.