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What have we done?

It was a terrible mistake.

I misunderstood. I thought Vinca was talking about Clément

- whenever she mentioned Alexis. - Shut up and let me think.

But if he was her lover, then we're closer to finding her.

You need to stop talking. Stop talking.

If we can identify the real Alexis...

You call it a mistake? Fuck you!

You acted out of love, you were protecting me from Clement

We need to go to the police.

What's going on here?

Max, what is it?

We killed Clément.

- He's drunk, he doesn't know... - No more fucking lies!

I knew already.

(French theme song)

THOMAS: Love

is not a tender thing.

It burns through us,

and we are forever scorched.

Vigilant for its next attack.

I had stepped over the fragile border between civilisation

and barbarity

into darkness and blood.

I didn't think I could ever come back.

(Coughing)

But she helped me.

Helped me defeat the trailing threats.

And I will always regret

that I never knew,

till far too late,

how fiercely she loved me.

I've made your favourite.

I hope you have an appetite.

Yeah, I... No, I'm going to Max's.

To revise?

That's a good idea.

(Groans)

- Why didn't you say anything? - I kept you safe.

- You pushed me away. - Well, it destroyed me.

But what else could i do. If you'd stayed, you'd never have been free.

Now, please, do not go to the cops, Max.

Talk to Francis, he'll know what to do.

He's already tried to help, and now there are Russians after me,

- and he's vanished. - Well, I'll find him.

- How? - I will find him

and we will meet tonight with Francis

and figure out what to do.

Yes?

MAX: She'd better find Francis fast.

THOM: But we need to find Alexis.

He's the person behind all of this.

Do what you want. Just stay away from me.

(Hangar door opens)

Hey, Alexis.

Hey, Alexis.

You don't have to do any of this.

Talk to me, we're friends. Look at me.

- Please. - (Cocks gun)

Just talk to me. What are you doing?

What do you want?

Oh, yeah?

(Anxious breathing)

Call me back. The police is here.

I don't know what the fuck is going on. Please call me.

What's this?

We've opened a company.

On your behalf, so...

we can pay you when we work together.

It just needs your signature.

This is all very fast.

It's the arrangement we have with your father.

I need time to look it over. I'm sorry, I have a crazy day.

You have two hours.

And...

Don't try to run away from this.

Me and my friends are everywhere.

THOMAS: Thank you for agreeing to meet.

PIANELLI: As long as you pay for the coffee.

My pleasure.

Get on with it.

I need your help to find someone,

in exchange,

I can offer you a fresh piece of information.

How about it?

Vinca had a lover called Alexis,

but it wasn't Clément.

OK.

Deal. I'm in.

"I woke this morning with the scent

"of your kisses on my skin.

"And the memory of your tongue

"caressing every part of my body.

"I love you, Alexis." Wait a second.

And so... what do you need from me?

It's not Clément's handwriting.

There's another Alexis.

Wait a second.

Let's see...

I can access St Ex. enrolment records.

Alexis... Alexis... No.

There was no other Alexis,

not in our year, or the ones either side.

Maybe he was someone who visited the school?

An exchange student or someone from a sports team?

I don't have that sort of information

in my Nice-Matin database

but you could go through old copies of Le Courrier du Sud,

you know, the school paper?

At the library, I guess.

Zelie Bookman's still there.

There's a copy of the Courrier missing. October '97.

It's been cut it out, you see?

Why are you interested in a 25-year-old copy

of a college newspaper?

You don't know anyone connected to the school called Alexis?

After 30 years, you all blend into one.

Apart from the famous ones like you.

- I'm honoured. - Don't be.

I find your books pretentious.

Do you have a digital copy?

I'll bring it over to you.

The monster will still find you, he will follow your scent.

The monster will still find you, he will follow your scent.

But after my wedding night I'll be...

After my wedding night I'll be...

Shit. I can't remember. Can we stop?

It opens in a week and you don't know your lines.

What do you care?

What is up with you?

What the hell is this?

- Give it to me. Give it to me. - Did Clément give it to you?

- This is none of your... - I've seen the way you are with him...

- Did Clément give it to you? - This is none of your business.

- I've seen the way... - No talking in my library!

What have you got there?

In your hand.

Show me.

It's mine, miss.

Of course it is.

And your mother's the deputy head.

So she'll sweep this under the carpet.

You... you had no right. I'm not your damsel in distress.

- You could have been expelled. - What if...

What if that's what I wanted?

Why are you being such a dick?

Just leave me alone!

You don't think I've fucking tried!

'Cause that would make my life a whole lot easier!

I've tried hating you, Vinca.

But I...

I can't.

It must be some kind of love...

I suppose. I don't know, maybe it's just lust.

Or... fate.

A chemical misfire in my head.

But whatever it is, it makes me want to feel at all times that you're OK.

And recently, I'm not so sure you are.

I just...

don't know...

who I am yet.

Well...

I'd love to be the one to help you find out.

You've got bigger adventures to chase and I'm...

just a spotty kid.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Tom.

I have been a dick.

No.

You don't owe me an apology, OK?

- You don't owe me anything. - It's just...

bad timing.

As long as you're happy and safe.

Bad news, Master Degalais.

All digital copies

of the October '97 Courrier are missing.

Deleted?

How?

The more pertinent question is why?

Though i'm sure your famous imagination will come up with an answer.

But for college records from '97, try the drama club room.

You'll find all sorts in there.

Out already, Andrey?

I thought you got 17 years.

Born lucky, I guess.

No.

Why you haven't called me? You said we were in this together!

Just... just call me.

Just fucking call me!

- (Screaming) - Emma?

Thomas!

I know every move you make.

Talking to Pianelli behind my back?

No, Zelie Bookmans.

They haven't got the missing copy

of the paper in there either.

But the good news is,

I've got one.

I won the first prize at the art exhibition.

It was the only time I made the paper.

My dad was so proud he got a dozen copies for his friends.

I'll let you look

if you tell me what you're up to.

I'm nostalgic for our school days.

Well...

Dive right in, then!

The article about me is on page seven.

What are you really looking for?

Didn't Pianelli tell you?

Vinca had another lover called Alexis.

This isn't just about Vinca. There's something more.

There isn't. I really wouldn't waste your time.

I love it when men tell me what to do.

Such a great photo.

I remember that play.

They look identical.

You didn't love Vinca.

You've wasted your life on a mirage.

Your "love" reeks of guilt.

You've built a romantic myth

to protect yourself from a deeper, more painful truth.

What is it?

Thanks for letting me use your paper.

You had a crush but she wasn't interested,

fucked your father,

had a deep and meaningful relationship

with another Alexis,

and cooked up a blackmail plot

all without you noticing.

You didn't know her at all.

Enjoy the festival, Thomas.

MAN: Don't you have any regrets for scaring Vinca away,

losing her forever?

- Destroying Vinca isn't enough? - You were obsessed with her.

THOM: I loved Vinca.

Young girls can be so cruel.

You didn't love Vinca.

Wasted your life on a mirage.

- Losing her. - If she'd wanted you,

she'd have come to find you.

Your love reeks of guilt.

You've built a romantic myth.

- You didn't know her at all! - (Laughter)

Whoo!

(Traditional music)

Can you dance to violin?

I'll give it a go!

Come on, Vinca! We're going to be late for the play.

Thank you!

- Thank you! - (Cheering)

What the fuck are you doing here?

I need your help,

one last time.

Someone stole the wig that Fanny wore in Perfume.

A wig?

You endangered my family.

And an October '97 copy of the Courrier du Sud

has been destroyed.

Why?

You're unbelievable.

Someone doesn't want us to remember

that Vinca and Fanny looked almost identical in that play.

Don't you get it?

If Fanny kept the wig, she could've impersonated Vinca

- on that trip to Paris. - Now, stop!

Stop!

Max cannot protect you any more. You understand?

You told him?

Yes.

He is my husband.

Please understand,

what happened to Clément was a terrible mistake.

We're going to the police.

- You want to go to jail, Maxi? - It's the right thing to do.

What about the Russians?

You think they'll let you go to the cops?

- You'll be dead before you -- - You want to scare him?

I'm begging you, Maxi,

you're the only one who can help me with this.

Talk to Annabelle. She seems to know everything.

- We need to find Alexis. - No, there is no "we"!

We just went to the same school. That's all.

- And then you left. - To keep us safe.

You would have stayed for Vinca.

I wasn't even worth a phone call.

You were my friend, but you're nothing to me now.

Come with me to the cops and take your share of the blame,

or fuck off.

I told you everything!

I killed Clément.

He owed me money.

I didn't mean to.

But he got out of hand.

It's all about Vinca.

Why do you ask about Vinca?

Vinca, Vinca, Vinca!

Vinca, Vinca!

Is it money you want?

I can give you money...

No, what are you doing? What is that?

What are you doing?

What are you...?

Please leave Max out. Please, please.

Not to Max. Please, please...

Francis...

He's my father?

What about Dad?

Richard has always known.

And Max?

He's my brother?

I promise

I will tell you the truth about everything.

It's just right now we don't have time.

What could be more important?

I can't find Francis. He's gone.

Did you drop this book? The coffee cup?

No.

Is that blood?

Something bad is happening to us.

You need to go!

- What about you? - Find your brother.

Keep him safe. Just go.

Go.

Go.

Answer, Maxi!

- Did you get a text too? - What text?

We really need to talk.

I've found out something big.

They've got my dad. I'm going to the Nest.

- It's a trap, Maxi! - I have to.

Please don't go, it's a trap! Max?

I'll tell you everything.

Come closer.

You've worked so hard for this, go out there and enjoy yourselves!

It's natural to be nervous.

Don't fight the feeling. Use it!

OK.

Good luck, little sister.

OK.

Good luck. Enjoy.

(Giggling)

My father will send me to the monastery

of St Honorat until my wedding.

The monster will still find you, he will follow your scent.

The police are everywhere. About fucking time!

Everything's gone to shit.

Just tell me what to do.

Francis? Francis!

Francis, my love. Francis...

No...

- Who did this? - Alexis.

What?

Alexis.

Alexis did this?

- It's Alexis. - No.

Max is next.

Francis! No...

Annabelle! Police, stop!

Maxi!

Max!

Max!

Maxi!

Max!

Answer me!

Pick up, Max.

(Gunshot)

Maxi!

Max!

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