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Just a moment.

Here, sweetie.

Too much ice isn't good for you.

It's my tummy, I'll have as much as I want.

You're not even ready.

We're on vacation.

You wanted to do this handball course.

So?

So hurry up or you'll be late.

Let's go!

Move it!

The bus was reported stolen two weeks ago.

Near the border.

The young woman takes the 6:35 bus to work every morning.

She left home at 6:22.

She thought it was her bus, early.

Have the bodies been frozen long?

Hard to say. The pathologist thinks several months.

Several months.

And the identities?

Won't be long.

Maxime.

Here, sweetie.

Bringing your kid to a crime scene?

My new childminder let me down.

-Again? You attract them! -Yeah.

-Been here long? -Half an hour.

And my car wouldn't...

Wouldn't start. Why don't you get a new one?

I don't know. I'm fond of it.

So now you like old wrecks?

Well I like you!

Sorry, but could you keep an eye on my daughter?

-Yeah, of course. -Thanks.

Let's go.

So the bus was driven for...

how long?

Half an hour? Longer?

Not long enough for the bodies to defreeze.

Seen that?

The rose in the buttonhole.

Only men.

All well dressed, manicured, smart haircuts,

suits, ties...

All new. Look at their shoes.

Unworn.

They were dressed post-mortem.

Why?

To celebrate something?

Maybe.

But what?

No idea.

The arrival of spring?

-Found something? -No, nothing.

-Are you OK? -Yeah, fine.

-Well, see you later. -Yeah.

We have ten names so far.

They have one thing in common,

they've all been missing for at least three years.

At least six of them were reported missing.

Philippe Andrieux, went missing three years ago.

Schenbeck and Philippon, three years and two months.

The pathologist says their joints were smashed.

Know what that means?

This maniac planned from the start to put them in that bus.

That's Bethune bus depot. 62 buses return there every night.

You see that bus?

Watch.

There.

It's not very clear.

Can't see if it's a man or woman.

How the fuck is that possible?

He just appears at the wheel.

No one walks across the depot, no one jumps over the fence.

Maybe he was a passenger.

He got on, somewhere in town,

sat at the back,

waited until the end of the route, got down and hid...

-It got to the depot at 7:12 p.m.? -7:12, yes.

He waited till much later to get behind the wheel,

when there was hardly anyone on the roads.

You know what?

All the wack jobs converge on this region!

We haven't released your loved ones� identities.

You should know that the media

will try to get statements or interviews.

You are free to act as you see fit,

but we advise you against collaborating with them.

They want your emotions, your tears...

They'll twist and deform what you tell them.

They'll say they understand your pain, but it's a lie.

Your sons, your husbands,

your brothers, for some of you...

We're going to have to get to know them,

know who they were, their backgrounds...

We've checked the cameras on major roads

in a 15km radius around the bus stop. Nothing.

A ghost bus!

Why there in particular, and not somewhere else?

To be undisturbed.

That road goes nowhere.

Yes, and the name?

How does he choose his victims?

No idea yet.

Maybe at random.

No, there�s no such thing.

Random is just an order that we don't yet understand.

Who said that?

I can't remember.

Thanks for calling.

Sandra.

What's going on?

Out of the twelve frozen cellphones, we've got three working.

Those of Fernet, Philippon and Schenbeck.

They all have a contact in common.

A woman who knew all three.

A photographer, married, two kids,

living near the border for the last twenty years.

-What's her name? -Catherine Keemer.

Catherine Keemer.

And you know what?

She too has been missing for three years.

Not bad!

She left on February 12th,

three years ago.

She said: "Have a nice day," said goodbye to the girls,

and that was all.

-You've heard nothing from her since? -Nothing.

Did she take anything with her?

No, she just left.

No one else has heard from her? Parents? Friends?

No, nobody.

Catherine has no family. Well, just an uncle

who lives abroad.

This is a nice place.

What do you do?

I work hard to pay the mortgage on a nice house.

I�m a sports journalist.

Where were you, two nights ago?

Barcelona, for the handball final.

Why?

Before she disappeared, was your wife often absent?

For her job, yes. It was tough on the girls.

-Sugar? -No, thanks.

-You live alone with your daughters? -Yes.

Have you been married long?

Louise is fifteen. It'll be seventeen years in June.

Mr. Keemer,

when she disappeared, was your wife seeing other men?

I don't know.

You don't know? Does it seem impossible?

No.

Why are you asking me these questions?

Your wife was a photographer.

Was there a room here where she worked?

A studio or some such?

Here's a list of the men we found on the bus.

Do any of them ring a bell?

URGENT DISTRIBUTION

Francois.

Yes, I know him.

Francois Schenbeck.

Catherine knew him a long time ago. At college, I think.

But the others? No.

It seems she was intimate with our fifteen victims.

How was your relationship with her before she disappeared?

Good.

Did you share the same bed?

You want to know if we still screwed?

No, we hadn't for a while.

How long?

A year?

-Longer? -Longer.

Did she tell you about her affairs?

-No. -She could have.

Yes. but she didn't.

Did you tell her about yours?

No.

Do you think she's dead?

What do you think?

My last memory is of her waving when she dropped me off at school.

-The day she disappeared? -Yes.

She waved and then she left.

Caro, it's me. It'll take longer than I thought.

Shell be getting hungry.

Yes. That's right, in my bag.

Under my desk, on the left.

Let her choose, apple and pear or apple and blackcurrant.

No, she had blackcurrant yesterday. Give her apple and pear.

And make sure she drinks, because she never asks.

Is she all right, she's not crying? OK.

Thank you. See you later.

You know what still scares me after 20 years in this job?

People's lives.

The lives that go on behind all these walls.

Did you check his Barcelona story?

Yes, and confirmed it.

Could it still be him?

Doing away with his wife and all those she loved?

Bringing them out three years later, dressing them up,

and putting them in that bus... No, I don't buy it.

Who, then?

Catherine Keemer?

Is she alive somewhere?

Killing her former lovers?

Where is he?

Where is he?

Where is he?

No, Chloee, you can wear a skirt, but not that one.

-Why? -You know why, it's too short.

Christelle wouldn't mind.

Yeah, well! Christelle is perfect, isn't she?

But she's your dad's new girlfriend, she's not your mother.

Sorry, to ask you this, but she loves you.

It's just until I find a new childminder.

Yes, of course. We're big pals, huh, Camille?

Thank you, Jacqueline. You're saving my life.

-See you tomorrow. -Yes.

Goodnight.

I told you I didn't do it on purpose!

Stop lying, Chloee, and don't talk to me like that!

-How should I talk? -With respect, not like that!

-I'm talking fine. -Stop answering back!

-And put your things away. -My room's tidy enough.

-Stop answering back! -You made me tidy it yesterday!

My room's tidy.

What?

My room's tidy.

We'll be OK, you and me.

I think Max is right. That it's her.

She disappears and starts abducting the guys she'd been screwing.

What did she do with them before putting them in the bus?

Where did she freeze and store them? A cold room?

No, it doesn't hold up.

Why not?

Fred and the guys are looking.

Slaughterhouses, refrigerated trucks,

warehouses...

Have you found out anything else?

-Sorry. I... -It's OK.

-Her bank details? -A separate account.

No movement apart from an automatic transfer.

Really?

What's that for?

Renting a small apartment in town. We�ll get the address soon.

But honestly, Justin, why would she do that?

-Kill her exes? -I don't know.

You never wanted to kill yours?

I can imagine you wanting to.

Shit!

-What happened? -Dropped a bauble. I'm doing the tree.

-Christmas tree? -Yeah.

OK, it's four months late, but I don't care.

We must have the tree!

That's weird.

celebrating Christmas in March.

Tell it to my son!

He's spent the last six winters on Reunion island with his mom.

-You're not forgetting the party? -No.

-Have you bought my present? -And you?

-Yeah. -What is it?

You first.

No way. You go first.

An escort for a night.

Seriously, when did you last spend the night

with a guy?

What sort of question is that? Do I ask you about your sex life?

What does that mean?

I worry about you, that's all.

Well, don't.

Hold on a second, Max is calling me.

I'll be right back.

Yes, Maxime?

Total amnesia. She doesn't remember a thing.

She couldn't be faking it?

In this particular case, no. We're running toxicology tests.

-They'll tell us more. -Toxicology?

Are certain substances responsible for her psychological state,

or is the amnesia a result of post-traumatic shock?

The last total amnesiac I treated only regained some memory.

Some periods of his life came back surprisingly clearly,

while other parts were forgotten or fantasized.

Made up, you mean?

Fabricated by his brain.

You mentioned post-traumatic shock.

What sort of shock can cause total memory loss?

One powerful enough to make the body and brain refuse to accept the truth.

A sort of total burn-out.

Mrs. Keener, I'm Sandra Winckler. I'm a cop.

I know you don't really understand what's happened to you,

you feel lost and confused by all that's going on.

I'm here because I too want to know what happened to you.

Is it all right if we talk a little?

OK.

Do you recognize any of these men?

Take your time.

No.

Are you sure?

No.

OK.

And this man?

Do you remember him?

No.

You don't remember being married?

No.

OK.

Do you remember your daughters?

No.

When you woke up in that car yesterday, what was your first thought?

You kept repeating: "Where is he?" Who were you talking about?

I can't remember.

-You can't remember? -No.

For the moment we've got nothing.

We've found her cellphone.

but it hasn't been used for three years.

The car's mileage?

Wait, I'll have a look.

Excuse me.

43,450 kilometres.

-43,450? -Yes.

That's 80 kilometres more than at its last safety inspection,

three years ago.

-She didn't go far, then. -No. Thanks.

Ciao, see you later.

She doesn't want to see us.

Well, maybe she's... afraid.

Of What? Us?

No, of what will happen, of...

Of hurting you.

You know, she's still in shock.

Maybe it's better to wait two or three days,

for the effects of the medication to wear off.

Can I confide in you?

When I was about your age, my mom had a car crash.

A bad one. She survived, but I was real scared.

And when I went to see her,

I realized she was struggling to remember things, people...

and even me.

And it hurt.

But I just had to give her time.

How much time?

With my mom it was a few days, but it depends on the person.

Sandra.

Catherine Keemer had a baby six months ago.

A baby, six months ago?

The first test results prove it quite categorically.

She gave birth six months ago.

-Doctor. -Yes?

A baby?

Whose?

I want to get her home.

That will be the best solution.

For her.

She needs to be back with the girls, I'm sure.

Mr. Keemer.

I understand what you and your daughters want,

but I'm afraid that won't be possible for the moment.

The doctors agree with my client.

Yes, I know.

Are we to understand that Mrs. Keemer is in custody?

Quite simply, yes.

You really think she did it?

You think she killed all the men on that bus?

I'm sorry, Mr. Keemer.

Did you know your wife had been renting an apartment for five years?

MAIL SORTING

The neighbors say they've never seen or heard anyone.

Everything is pristine.

Not a speck of dirt, no prints.

The sheets are new, the carpet's been shampooed.

Recently?

-Hard to say. -What do you think?

There's an old tube of toothpaste in the bathroom.

I don't think anyone's been here for years.

-Do you often get ideas like that? -I'm surprised you didn't get it.

Hair. Hard to say what the rest is.

Fifteen men, who all spent at least a night with Catherine Keemer.

They're all the men she�s known, except for her husband,

Oliver Keemer.

The first men she met were Schenbeck and Andrieux.

That was at college. Then she got married,

and soon after met the other men: Mormand, Di Marco and so on.

The last three were Fernet, Bastaing

and Delachambre. Yeah, "from the bedroom"!

She probably took these three to her apartment.

How did she meet them? Did she hit on them in bars?

Hang on. Three and a half years ago, she joined a dating site.

All her phone data was wiped. But the apps are still there.

Look, Fiinder.

Downloaded three and a half years ago.

How does it work?

Wherever you are.

it suggests available people within a radius of five kilometres.

-"Available", meaning? -Available!

There, right now, fifteen minutes from where you are.

You like the profile. If they like you back, you're connected.

-You exchange a few texts... -I see.

-And then I imagine... -Yes, it's for sex.

Now, in five minutes, in an hour... Here, look.

Hello, are you available? Bingo!

Goodbye, delighted to have met you!

Oh, yes.

Is it my turn? OK.

Go, Mom!

Go, Mom!

Oh, no!

Usually you don't want us to eat

stuff that's full of chemicals.

Me? I don't know what you're talking about.

Just promise me you won't tell your dad

we've been eating this junk.

Yes, it's lovely, sweetie. It's the light.

No.

Can you learn to say yes? She says no to everything.

Here, happy birthday.

I was wondering when I'd get my present.

-Yes. -No.

Learn to say yes. Yes!

-No. -Yes.

Don't squash your sister!

Happy birthday, shrimp.

-Are you OK? -Yeah.

Hi.

-Chloee's got her bag. -OK.

Great.

See you, sweetie.

-The day after tomorrow, then? -Yeah.

Can�t you leave them with me a bit longer?

That's what we agreed, Eric.

-Yeah, well, it was mostly you... -Bye. Mommy.

-Happy birthday, honey. -Thank you.

See you in two days.

-Ciao. -Ciao, drive safely. Bye.

See you.

It doesn't spark any memories?

None.

You remember the baby you had.

You lied to me.

Didn�t you?

Maybe you lied about all the rest too.

Did you kill the men on the bus?

I don't know.

Will you come with me?

FROZEN BODY

-See you later, then? -What?

-See you later? -Yes, of course.

Got my present?

Yes, I have. How many times are you going to ask me?

Don't be late.

Overcooked turkey gets dry.

Overcooked or not, turkey's always dry!

A capon is much better.

The doctor wanted to revive his wife

Bodies found in the Alps

-See you tomorrow. -See you, Caro.

Bodies found in the Alps are missing Italian mountaineers

BODIES BUS

Mysterious death in a regional bus

A dead man, found in an empty bus, at the Weiltz depot

Anthony Kerouac, 34, an inhabitant of Liege...

Mysterious death in regional bus

Suicide on the Brussels highway

A young woman threw herself under the wheels of a car

Emilie Sauvage, the young woman who disappeared nine months ago

along with her partner has been found dead.

Two buses, five years apart, almost the same scenario.

-There could be a link. -I don't know.

They'd been missing nine months, the guy's found dead on a bus,

and his wife appears the next day, as if by magic.

Yeah, but this guy was found all alone on that bus.

200 kilometres away from where our bus was found.

And was this guy frozen?

-No, he wasn't. -He wasn't frozen.

And thirdly...

-Audrey Sauvage... -I don't believe it!

-What? -You have a real problem with names!

-Emilie Sauvage. -Emilie Sauvage.

Emilie Sauvage. Well, she shows up the next day,

not in a car in the center of town.

she's seen wandering along the highway and jumps under a car.

Dad, when do we eat?

-We're coming. -I'm starving.

-He said we're coming. -Are you my dad?

Hey, Denis!

Do me a favor and call your pal. I'd like to see the Emilie Sauvage file.

The two cases aren't linked.

Do you know how Anthony Kerouac was dressed, five years ago?

Suit and tie.

After he's been on the road for nine months?

She has a point.

Your girlfriend agrees with me. You can't fight it.

Justin, call your pal.

-I'll call him. -Thanks.

But purely to prove that you're wrong.

I'll call him. Have you seen the time? But I'll call him.

-Back to the delightful teenager? -Denis!

-No, you're joking. -Yeah, they look great!

-I'm not wearing them. -Yes!

-No. -Yeah, come on!

Put this on, and do the bunny.

-Hop. -I'm not hopping.

What, sweetie? I didn't hear. Say it again.

Well, Chloee, I don't know.

We'd planned to do stuff together this weekend.

You can't just go to London for the weekend without any warning.

I'll pick you up tomorrow as planned. You can go another time.

All right?

All right?

What is it that pisses you off so much?

That he's making a new life for himself?

Playing happy families with his new girlfriend?

With your girls as optional extras?

Do you still love him?

No.

It's not a bad idea.

-What? -Celebrating Christmas in the spring.

Is your pal going to call or what?

He didn't make any promises. I just gave him your number.

Sandra.

You'll be disappointed. She's the killer.

Crazed mothers drop their children, who smash their skulls on the rocks

I've sent you the Anthony Kerouac file. Pascal

BRIEF

...show that Emilie Sauvage

had given birth less than three months before.

Crazed mothers drop their children, who smash their skulls on the rocks

Crazed mothers drop their children, who smash their skulls on the rocks

Call me 07-6050-4053 Sandra Winckler

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-You found it, then? -In the end!

You have a strange way of keeping busy. Which one do you want to see?

It's been here for five years. I've got the licence plate.

IMG 2449.

-The haunted bus. -What do you mean?

A body was found in it.

No one would drive it after that.

-Where is it? -Go to the end, turn left.

It's the only one, you can't miss it.

-OK, thanks. -I wouldn't smoke.

With all the gas left in the tanks.

Yeah, of course. Thanks.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

The patient's in a bad way!

He's going into cardiac arrest.

-His vitals aren't good. -Get ready!

MATERNITY WARD

BIRTHS

MOTHERS

DROP

THEIR CHILDREN

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