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Previously on Public Enemy...

B�ranger's moved to Vielsart Abbey.

- I have work to do. - Not with Gomez on your heels.

Go to the Ardennes, lie low then come back.

Try not to shoot anyone this time.

It's murder.

She died 24 hours ago, the night she went missing.

- She left her pyjamas. - And in a rush. Her clothes are a mess.

Why would a kid leave home at night?

You and me have a common enemy.

I want B�ranger dead. I'll help you save your business.

- Forget the books. - I must find the fault.

- You have. - The injection pump.

We'll go for a drive tomorrow.

Give him some air!

- Whats wrong? - He fainted.

Tell me what's going on.

It's a brain tumour. I won't go to the hospital.

I have something to show you.

- It's Olivier's mask, his totem. - Where is it?

Remember what I told you about Olivier?

That night, I let Vincent come with us. He found Olivier's mask.

He wanted to scare us.

What are you doing?

We have to go to hospital.

- And Emile? - He stays with me.

- Where's Vincent? - He's got Emile.

Vincent, don't move!

Show me your hands!

What are you doing here?

Judith called me.

You have no right to be here.

What happened?

What happened?

They shot him.

They think he killed the kids.

Vincent?

- It can't be. - If only you'd listened to me.

You could have got rid of B�ranger but again you only thought of yourself.

It's your fault Vincent fucked up.

No one asked Vincent to hunt B�ranger down.

That was his idea.

Look...

He's your fucking brother! Look!

What are you going to do?

Pray for his soul? Is that it?

All right...

Beat it.

Beat it!

And tell your cop friend she'd better leave the area.

Chlo�?

You didn't know?

She's the one who killed your brother.

PUBLIC ENEMY

Do you know who it is?

Gomez.

I'm told you're a bird expert.

Yes.

Do you know why I'm here?

I think so.

I just have a few questions. It shouldn't take long.

Your statement says you arrived in the car park after Muller.

Is that correct?

It is.

Go on.

When my colleague said the suspect was in the car park,

I got there as quickly as I could.

- I opened the door... - And Muller shot the suspect.

She had no choice. He was aiming his gun at me.

Vincent Stassart was threatening to kill you?

Yes.

He raised his arm and he was armed.

Did he raise one arm or both arms?

Excuse me?

I read an article about eagle owls recently. Do you know them?

Fascinating.

They can't see colour.

However,

they have highly developed night vision.

Do you know why?

Nature has given them a special skill.

They can control the dilation of their pupils.

In an instant.

Their pupils open, their eyes turn black and they can see as in daylight.

But we are not eagle owls, Inspector Charlier.

What are you getting at?

Thank you for not interrupting.

Human eyes need a second and a half to adjust to the brightness of a room.

Try to remember, Inspector.

You're running after a suspect.

You're out of breath.

You're in a neon-lit corridor.

You open a door and find yourself in a dark car park.

You screw up your eyes.

You see a man holding a gun.

Are you certain he was threatening you?

Could he have been raising his hands to surrender?

Wait...

Let me help you.

Thank you.

When you appointed me prior,

I swore always to act according to your will.

I've never regretted my choice.

But I also swore to serve this community.

We both know you're no longer fit to run this abbey.

- Joseph... - I'm not judging you.

But I don't understand why you didn't tell me.

You can't hide this forever.

What will the brothers think?

- They'll understand. - Are you sure?

What exactly are you suggesting?

What's provided in the Rule.

What do you think of Miss Muller?

Is she a good cop?

The best I've met.

The best?

When she went after a suspect without backup

and got shut up in a warehouse, was she the best?

When she let B�ranger escape into the forest

with armed guys after him,

was she the best then?

Let me guess.

It was her bright idea

to arrange for B�ranger to meet his biggest fan right?

I don't think we have the same definition of a good cop.

Couldn't your closeness to Miss Muller

have affected your judgment?

She always acts in the interests of the investigation.

- So you trust her completely? - One hundred per cent.

Let me tell you who she really is.

I suppose she never told you about this?

August 1992.

Chlo� and Jessica Delcourt are pursued by a stranger.

They hide in a water tower.

Chlo� manages to get away, alone.

When the police get there, the attacker's gone.

No trace of little Jessica.

At 18, Chlo� Delcourt changed her identity to escape the press

and took her mother's name, Muller.

After graduating in criminology, she did four years in Missing Persons,

two in Drug, two in Homicide.

I don't suppose she's mentioned having been disciplined three times

since she joined the police?

You're obviously finding all this fascinating

so I'll give you a sneak preview

of her latest psychological assessment.

Muller's impulsive behaviour and depressive episodes

"indicate an unstable personality with clear paranoid tendencies."

That is the real Miss Muller.

I'm done with him. You can resume your investigation.

It doesn't matter. We've been taken off the case.

What about her?

With what I have on her,

I doubt she'll still be wearing a police badge by the end of the day.

You have the right to a lawyer.

You must not interact with your colleagues until I'm done.

I know.

Are you a good shot, Miss Muller?

Not bad.

According to your service records, you're very good.

I'll be frank. There's something I don't understand.

You could have aimed for the legs.

You put a bullet in his heart instead.

My colleague was under threat. I was protecting him.

Inspector Charlier?

That's right.

The problem is, he can't confirm any of this.

He isn't sure Stassart was threatening him.

I have to take your word for it, which bothers me for my report.

Write what you like in your report.

Sit down.

I didn't make myself clear.

You shot dead the main suspect in a double infanticide.

Do you realise the shit you're in?

I never thought I'd see it looking this good again.

There's rust here.

And more will come. That's life.

- It's funny. - What is?

Now it's finished, I have no idea what to do.

If you like scrubbing so much, I can find you some tools to clean.

Guillaume...

They want us in the refectory now.

I remember my first day in Vielsart.

There were around 50 of us back then.

There was no heating. We didn't sleep well.

However, Brother Mathias, our Abbot,

made sure we never ran out of beer for lunch.

One night,

the rain beat down so hard on our abbey

that the wind uprooted the trees.

One crushed the roof of the church.

Brother Mathias...

summoned us to the refectory, as I did today.

Like today we were despondent, disappointed, in despair...

He looked at us and said...

"Rejoice, brothers. Now we must rebuild."

Our abbey is going through tough times.

We have lost our sources of income.

We are on the verge of bankruptcy and dissolution.

We are like those trees

uprooted by the storm.

So...

what should we do?

Give up?

No.

Rejoice, brothers. Now we must rebuild.

Seventeen years ago, you made me your Abbot.

The first thing I told you

is that I would never abandon you.

But today, my body can't keep up.

So I have decided to step down.

Our prior, Brother Joseph,

will run the abbey until the election of a new abbot.

Brother Joseph...

Thank you, Father Abbot.

I regretfully accept...

the task you give me.

I hope I'll be worthy of it.

We must rebuild. That is true.

But above all, we must reconnect with the outside world.

We must regain people's trust and put their minds at rest.

We will open the doors of the church for All Saints mass.

It will be a chance to reconnect with the villagers...

and show that we share their pain.

- Where's Lucas? - I don't know.

What do I do now?

What do I do now?

I've got you something to eat.

Before my father died...

he asked me to watch over Vincent and Lucas.

Especially Vincent.

He said Lucas would be fine

but Vincent was fragile.

Then...

he said I was the man of the family.

- You've always watched over them. - No.

I failed.

Now Vincent is dead.

You should have called me.

- Not the cops. - I had no choice.

He was a kid, for fuck's sake!

- You didn't see him. - He wouldn't have hurt Emile.

- He was pointing a gun at us! - You turned him in!

He's dead because of you.

I was protecting our child. You weren't there.

You never are.

Let's get this clear.

On 9 October, No�mie Van Assche disappears.

You find clues that lead you to...

Vincent Stassart.

You search his warehouse.

No warrant, of course.

You find a boar in a fridge. Poached.

But No�mie's body was found in a chapel five kilometers away.

No murder weapon.

No murder scene.

The body had clearly been moved.

B�ranger's sign is found on the body.

Yet you shoot off on another track.

A copycat, a fan...

who wants to pay tribute to her idol.

But she kills herself in front of you...

before you could question her.

Very unfortunate.

Laurent Verdonck is then found dead in another chapel.

Sarah Decoder couldn't be guilty.

The investigation bogs down Victims are piling up.

A third child is found, Bastien Davoy.

You decide to base your whole search on a mysterious video.

A man with a stag's head.

Who do you assume is hiding behind this mask?

Vincent Stassart, of course.

Back to square one.

Where's the knife that marked the victims?

Where's the murder scene? Where's the stag mask?

You don't know.

Instead of looking at it calmly, you rush off again.

By shooting Stassart, you lost your only suspect,

your best chance of solving this case.

Three families are awaiting answers.

Because of you,

they may never know the truth.

Do you understand?

Go. But hurry up.

We don't have much time. Listen to me.

You must watch the video again.

- It's a child under the mask. - Stop it.

- I'm sure. - It's over.

Do you understand? Forget the video, the mask...

They've taken us off the case.

We can't give up, Micha�l.

He told me about your sister.

What are you talking about?

You need help.

You said it yourself. The children know the killer.

It's a child under the mask!

No one believes you now.

You have to help me. The children are in danger.

- Think about Jonathan. - Open up.

- He may be in danger. Am�lia too. - Open up!

Don't talk about my children.

Don't come near my family.

You need to get help, Chlo�.

You're sick.

I heard about your brother.

I'm sorry.

I said I was sorry.

What do you want?

Did you hear about the Abbot?

He's stepping down.

That's no longer my problem.

So you're leaving?

Yes.

My novitiate isn't finished.

- I have no more to teach you. - You do.

You're an excellent master.

- Don't abandon me - It has nothing to do with you.

- What then? - I've made up my mind.

You'll find it. I'm sure.

You always break the rules. You can't stop yourself.

I can still solve this case.

I have new information. Kids could be in danger. Give me 24 hours.

Now you listen to me.

I'll tell you what I think.

You couldn't stand just being an observer.

So you headed the investigation.

You couldn't miss out on a child killer.

But the investigation got complicated. You were lost.

So you decided to sort it out your own way.

You followed Stassart into a car park.

A bastard, a child killer...

Like the guy who ruined your sister's life and yours.

You thought he would pay

for all the arrests you failed to make.

You had him in your sights. He was done for.

He raised his hands to surrender but you, an excellent shot,

put a bullet through his heart.

You had your revenge.

You're making a big mistake.

In a way, I understand you, Chlo�.

It must have been tough living with that guilt every day.

Hearing your parents talking about it every day.

You felt guilty

for leaving our sister at the mercy of a madman.

What are you going to do now?

Hit me?

Or do you want your gun so you can shoot me down too?

I don't suppose I can make you change your mind?

Not this time.

Are you going to your family?

I don't know.

I don't even know if I'll be back.

And you?

I'll be able to rest and focus on my books.

You should go to hospital.

They can't do anything for an old fool like me.

You know our Rule, Lucas.

If you leave, you can't return as a member of the community.

I know.

Good luck, son.

Maybe we'll meet again.

Go on...

Get out or I'll kick you out.

I'd given up on you.

I accept your offer.

I want 200,000 up front. Take it or leave it.

200,000 now and the rest once it's done.

Agreed.

Do you have a pen?

The account is in the name of Emile Stassart.

Andr�, get the extinguisher. Dariusz, the hose.

Go!

Come on, lets go!

Franck? Sorry to bother you.

The night No�mie went missing...

Yes. What about it?

Jonathan said he was at your place with Bastien.

- It was Friday. - Yes. They weren't at my place.

What do you mean?

Bastien told me they'd be at your place.

What is this shit?

Here's what I suggest.

Face your responsibilities and resign now.

And I'll destroy that report.

But if you persist,

I swear this case will go to court.

Think about it. I have plenty of time.

Chlo� it's Micha�l. You were right.

About everything. And I didn't believe you.

Call me when they let you out.

Jonathan...

Am�lia...

- What's going on? - Where's your brother?

In the cabin. I don't know what he's doing.

Stay away.

- Put that down. - Stay away!

- Calm down. It will be okay. - Nothing will be okay.

- You can tell me everything. - No, I can't.

Look at me.

- It's not your fault. - It is.

It's too late now.

- Bastien's going to die. - No, he's not.

- He isn't going to die. - You don't understand.

He wants to kill us all.

I'm next.

No one's going to kill you.

Give me that.

I know you were with Bastien and No�mie. Now you must be brave.

You have to tell me everything.

You're the only one who can help me stop this.

I want to help you.

But give me the gun first.

It's over.

What will happen now?

We'll work it out.

First tell me everything. All right?

Bastien and me were going to meet that night.

Where?

At the old brewery.

I didn't want to go. Bastien insisted.

He said he'd found a way to get in.

- Do you want a drag? - Yes.

This sucks.

Are you scared of the dark?

Look... he's here.

- Why is the Flem here? - I want to see it too.

- Beat it. - It's not for girls.

If you don't let me, I'll tell.

- What? - I'll tell our parents.

If you do, I'll hit you.

- She won't tell. - She'd better not!

Have you got the keys?

Open it, then.

We'd been wanting to get in for weeks.

- Fucking classy... - All this is your dad's?

Why did you do that?

This place is a ruin.

Don't. It belongs to my dad.

The retard's all steamed up.

What's that?

- What's this? - Give it back. It's a gift.

Give it back!

Give it back to him!

Bye.

Come on, guys. Give it back to him.

Give it back...

Bastien and Laurent messed around with the mask.

They took photos.

Where are you, man?

Fuck... Do that again.

Freaky... Go and show it to the retard.

Give it back now.

Do you want it?

No!

Go and get it.

You moron...

You have a problem? You want to join him?

- Let him out. - No.

Hands off.

He didn't do anything.

You fancy him, do you?

It went on for several minutes.

Emile was going crazy.

Then it went quiet.

Idiots!

Emile...

Shit...

What are you doing?

- Calling my dad. - Are you crazy?

- We can't leave her. - It's too late.

No one must know we were here.

- I don't want to go to prison. - We won't if we keep our mouths shut.

It will be our secret.

And you, retard, you'd better shut up or I'll kill you.

Got it?

Here.

- Is it okay? - It will do.

Before B�ranger came, this place was alive.

And now?

Everyone's scared now.

The bastard has fucked up our lives.

He's killing our kids!

The law does nothing.

He has a good life at the abbey, protected by the cops.

- Is that normal? - You're right.

- But what can we do? - What we always do here.

Take care of it ourselves.

No one's going to stop us this time.

Sorry to come so early.

- I need to talk to Emile. - Emile?

He's asleep. What's going on?

Do you recognise this?

Vincent gave this mask to Emile.

I think our sons are in big trouble.

I'll wake him up.