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Don't be afraid.

All is well.

You need to keep moving.

Do not run.

Go towards your comfort zone.

Think of nothing else.

You can do it, Nadège.

Breathe slowly.

There, that's good.

DANGEROUS PAYBACK

All is well. You're safe.

I suggest you return to this room.

Take a deep breath

and come up

slowly.

Don't forget that
what belongs to the past

remains in the past

and what's in the present,
in the present.

You'll open your eyes with ease,

and you'll be safe.

How do you feel, Nadège?

-Good.
-All right.

That was intense,

but it felt good.

Why wasn't Nadège Duclos

treated
with electroconvulsive therapy?

Franck, you know I don't use
electroshock often

as this therapy can cause

severe memory loss.

I'll remind you
that I use this method

with very satisfactory results
on suicidal depressives

and on catatonic
and schizophrenic patients.

All right. Let me explain.
Six months ago,

I received Nadège Duclos from
the psychiatric emergency department

of Timone.

She'd just been the victim
of an attempted rape

at knifepoint.

So she was extremely shocked.

She suffered
from severe panic attacks

and had feelings of imminent death.

Thanks to Ericksonian hypnosis,
with all due respect to Franck,

this patient will be able
to go home very quickly

without the need
for invasive treatment.

At what price? I'll tell you:

a room at 1,500 euros per day
paid for by the government.

You're not in a public hospital
anymore, Segal.

Here, time is money,

which pays your salary by the way.

I thought we were
psychiatrists and caretakers,

not the board of a five-star palace.

Of course.

Hypnosis can be carried out

in a very short time
without the use of drugs

or electrical stimulation
of the brain.

Thank you.

OK, I see.

I'll sign Nadège Duclos'
discharge papers.

This isn't the Salvation Army.

You can't do that.

Just watch me.

Good evening, gentlemen.

You're undoubtfully
the best psychiatrist

I've ever had.

-But...
-But what?

I get the impression
that you feel illegitimate.

You seem totally unsettled

as soon as someone
questions your work.

What did our friend Aristotle
used to say?

The ignorant person affirms,
and the wise person doubts.

I'm going home. My family thinks

that I spend too much time here.

It's called community service, Gab.

And yes, it's a pain in the ass.

Right...

What's the point of having
a lawyer for a father?

You think hacking

into a petrochemical company's
computer system is harmless?

Trust me, you got off easy.

What's the sentence?

A mandatory daily shower?

No.

Teaching IT classes
for a year in a home.

-You think it's funny?
-I mean...

Are you glad,

because I did a bad thing, right?

You've always sided
with the powerful.

Yeah.

You always liked money.

I'll remind you

that that money bought you
a computer for Christmas.

I don't give a shit
about your computer.

You know what would be nice?

If you went back
to your shitty clinic

to listen to the rich
cry about their fate all day long.

Don't talk to me like that, Gabriel.

It's a lovely evening, isn't it?

In our own files,

together, under the same roof,

like two strangers.

I don't understand you, David.
We've always been like that.

You don't?

Wouldn't you like

to be there for each other,

trying to escape our day-to-day?

I've long known
that you're not happy, Estelle.

The difference

is that now I realize I'm not either.

I think we need a divorce.

Hello, Dr. Voly. Can I help you?

Here's a new patient.

His vitals are good.
He was given a tranquilizer.

Very well.
We'll take care of him. Thanks.

How long will you leave my son
in the lobby?

Thanks again. You were wonderful.

I'll take it from here.
It's still my home a bit.

On the day of the inauguration,
you weren't even born.

-Dr. Richard Neubourg.
-Nice to meet you.

I want the best room.

-My son needs to rest.
-Very well.

Lucie, bring Mr. Thomas Cassagne

to the ground-floor suite
overlooking the park.

All right. Hello.

Franck, thanks for coming.

I've asked that you get
his medical records

as soon as possible.

Dr. Segal's on call tonight,
isn't she?

Dr. Neubourg asked me
to take this patient.

We'll let him rest peacefully,
and I'll examine him in the morning.

Thank you.

0 Don't worry,

I'll take care
of your son personally.

Thank you.

Franck is
the clinic's best psychiatrist.

LES GRANDS PINS CLINIC
PHYSICIANS

Estelle Tardieu works here?

Estelle Segal now.
Yes, for the last six months.

Listen carefully,

I don't want this girl
anywhere near my son.

Is that clear?

So that's it?

Nothing's been decided.

What type of marriage are you in?

Wait, Agathe.

-You make three times what he makes.
-Stop.

-Do you have a good lawyer?
-Come on, Agathe!

I know one who's a total feminist,

a real pain in the ass,

but you'll get along just fine.
I can call her for you.

Calm down, Agathe,
we're not there yet.

You told me about a divorce.
I'm just trying to help.

You've never liked David,
so of course...

I have trouble
with the lecturing side of the guy

who could never deal
with the real world.

Your relationship lacks
fire and passion.

All right.

How long have you been single again?

Tell me, I want to laugh.

Think carefully
about your situation with David.

Whatever you decide,
I'll be there for you.

I have to go. I'm at the clinic. Bye.

How are you, Nicolas?

How was last night?

We had an emergency admission,

suicide attempt.

Shit! Why didn't you call me?

Sorry,

Dr. Cervin took care of Mr. Cassagne.

His mother pressured me.
She insisted...

-Sorry, who?
-Thomas Cassagne.

Thomas...

I'm sorry, I was told...

LES GRANDS PINS CLINIC

Estelle?

It's been 20 years.

Dr. Segal.

I got married.

I just read your medical file.

Can we go outside?

I need some fresh air.

It's gotten worse and worse,
crazy tantrums,

panic attacks
where I feel like I'm going to die,

nightmares
where I wake up screaming...

It's been that way for so long.

Have you ever thought about therapy?

For 20 years, I've been
in one country or another.

I'm here, I'm not here.

I'm nowhere.
Impossible to undergo therapy.

I took a bunch of pills,

but at some point,
that stops working.

What happened with your wife?

She died instead of me.

Excuse me?

We ran a guesthouse
on a beach in Cape Verde.

She took the old jet ski
to pick up a client.

The engine caught fire and exploded.

My God!

I was supposed to go.

It was Thaïs' birthday yesterday.

Thomas,

you can't stay like this.

You need to understand what's been
eating away at you for years.

A suicide attempt is a big deal.

We'll keep you here,
take care of you,

and when you're...

That's what my mother wants.

She's manipulating my father-in-law
to put me in a chemical straitjacket.

Why do you say that?

She's capable of anything.

Do you know the doctor
who's taking care of me?

Cervin?

Yes, I know him.

What?

He'll treat you with electroshock.

-I can't.
-It's good therapy.

I know I need help, but not here.

They'll fry my brain.

Estelle, help me.

Calm down.

The more your arm rises naturally,

the higher you climb,

distancing yourself
from the events of your life,

as if you were on an inner journey.

Keep breathing calmly.

Your unconscious

is now fully attuned to my voice.

I would like you

to think of a forbidden place.

I'd like you to go inside.
I'll allow it.

I'll stay with you.

No! Dad!

-Dad!
-Tom!

No, Dad!

Dad!

Easy.

Easy. Breathe.

Where were you?

My father's death.

The car in flames.

It wasn't an accident.

The culprit was never found.

Very good.

Very good. We've located the safe.

We now have to identify the lock

and open the door.

How do you feel?

Exhausted, but I'm fine.

I want you to treat me, Estelle.

No one else.

This isn't a fail-safe method.

It can go very quickly
if the patient is receptive.

This session was great, but...

Thank you.

What the hell are you doing, Segal?

Who authorized you
to let my patient out of his room?

You're so irresponsible.

No need to get on your high horse.

I know Mr. Cassagne is your patient,

but he'd like to be treated
with hypnosis.

-He's very receptive.
-Sure,

patients choose their own treatment,
that's well-known.

So you're stealing my patients

to sell them
your fairground medicine.

My fairground medicine?

Let me take him back to his room.

Get out.

Let me go through.

Security!

Is he dead?

It can't be!

He slipped and hit his head.
I don't know what happened.

We can't stay here.

-Police?
-Do you have a car?

This is the Pins Clinic.
There's been a murder.

Come.

Put your jacket on. Come on!

Calmly.

Where are you parked?

Behind the gray car.

What are you doing?

Calling my best friend.
She's a cop. She'll help us.

It's too risky.

It was an accident, Thomas.

It looks too much like murder.
Did you hear the nurse?

My mother is going to use it
to lock me up.

I don't want to end up
in a loony bin.

I want to heal, but with you.

-Come.
-No, we can't do that.

We have to go to the police.
We'll explain it to them.

Do you understand, Thomas?

You're all I have, Estelle.

We'll go to the police later,
I swear.

You owe me that much.

-OK.
-Let's go.

Were you able to establish
what happened?

According to the medical examiner,

Mr. Cervin died from a violent impact

to the back of the skull.

A fall or a blow?

It's impossible to say.

Could be a blow from a marble object

or possibly a fall.

The skull collided with the object
on the edge of the desk.

No, I've known her for over 15 years.

There's no way Estelle
committed this crime.

Her escape doesn't help her case.

The clinic staff mentioned hostility
between the fugitive and the victim.

Her description
and that of Thomas Cassagne

were sent to all our units.

Thomas is innocent.

He's suicidal and on medication.

Estelle Segal manipulated him

to force him to follow her.

I know her.

She's already hurt my son.

You know Estelle Segal?

I knew Estelle Tardieu.

Thomas went
to medical school with her.

Study buddies?

No, this girl was very much
in love with my son,

but she was toxic.

In fact, on the day
of the residency exam,

Thomas disappeared.

Disappeared?

He left the house. He left me

without saying anything,
without any explanation.

He was gone in ten minutes.

My son and I

were so happy before he met her.

This girl deprived me of my son
for several years.

Give me a little time, David.
I'll explain later.

I'll keep you posted.

Bye.

Sorry, but I had
to leave them a message.

Did you turn the phone off?

Yes.

Are you sure we'll be safe there?

I don't know.

It's a vineyard
in the middle of the land.

Sandra offers bed and breakfast
and wine tasting.

I don't think anyone
will be around right now.

Is she a friend or an acquaintance?

She was the waitress
at my parents' bar in Martigues.

I never see her,
but I consider her my sister.

Does it make you feel better?

Yes.

Do you think...

Shit, what do I do?

Take a right, calmly.

David, if this is about Estelle,
leave me out of it.

The cops just questioned me.

Did you run a red light?

They're looking for Estelle
and one of her patients.

Come in.

So, what's this about?

She's on the run
after the death of Franck Cervin,

the asshole who harassed her
at the clinic.

They think she killed him.

What?

They have a witness.

I got this right after.

David, it's me.

I'm fine, don't worry.

I got a new phone.
I'll explain later.

Give me a little time.
I'll be home soon.

I'll keep you posted. Bye.

-Did you call back?
-Voicemail.

The cops asked me
if I knew her patient.

Thomas Chassagne, I think.

-Thomas Cassagne?
-You know him?

Yes, that's her ex.

-Her college boyfriend.
-Her lover?

No, she was 25. It lasted six months.

Fuck, Agathe, is he her lover?

Stop it, David. It was 20 years ago.

He dumped Estelle
and was never heard from again.

Estelle didn't kill anyone, right?

We need to find her quickly.

Yes, and innocent.

We need to look for proof
that she's Cassagne's victim

before they get arrested by the cops.

If my wife can get away

with a guy she hasn't seen
in 20 years,

I've missed a lot of things.

I don't know what to do.

I tried to reach Fabian,
the clinic director.

No answer.

I'll find out who Cassagne is.

Don't worry,
we'll get her out of there.

We'll wait
until the roadblock clears.

Come.

What are we going to do, Thomas?

To think Cervin is dead...

I didn't kill anyone.

Come.

Are you happy?

What kind of question is that?

In life, I mean.

I have an amazing 18-year-old son
whom I miss.

That's what I can tell you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I left, Estelle.

Luckily, I was young.

My first love gone overnight...

It was tough,

very painful,
especially not to understand.

I wasn't doing well.
I had to free myself...

from my mother, not from you.

When I realized
I was living her life and not mine,

I left everything.

An abusive, oppressive mother.

When my father died, when I was ten,

we became fused,

but way too much.

Mourning was complicated.

Let's try something.

Put your back against mine. Trust me.

Put your hand on the stone.

Soak up the material to connect.

Breathe.

Close your eyes.

So handsome! Like his father.

Come here.

One button

and the tie. You're like Dad now.

Look, classy.

Just like Dad.

It's grotesque.

You look like you're
about to perform a circus act.

It's my birthday.
I'll dress my son the way I want.

We'll get there.
We'll find the lock, Thomas,

in the hours before his death.

I promise.

You think I know
something about his death

and I forgot?

It's possible.

That's right, I forgot

you loved jumping in my arms.

I thought it was a wolf.

A wolf that barks like a dog though.

Idiot!

Of course, I understand.

-How are you?
-Hi, Gabriel.

Thank you.

Did you find anything?

No news from Estelle,

but I have information
on the Cassagne family.

I took Florian Cassagne's file
from the archives.

Thomas' father, a property dealer

who lived in Embiez,

murdered on the island
on his 40th birthday.

The murderer was never identified.

No motive? No suspects?

There were.

Florian Cassagne had embezzled
a large sum of money

that he was laundering
for the Marseille mob.

Here.

It all disappeared into
an anonymous account in a Swiss bank.

He's dead.

Someone settled a score?

He was drugged at his birthday party

and died half an hour later.

He was driving the nanny back home,
Madeleine Vandeuil,

who died as well.

Nothing to incriminate
the two traffickers

who were birthday guests.

It's creepy.

His father was murdered,
his wife has just died.

No wonder he's suicidal.

How do you know that?

I infiltrated the clinic's server

and searched
for Cassagne's medical records.

What? I had to do something.

What was in it?

I'll show you.

I didn't read everything,

but he's been tucked in
for a long time.

He has a weird relationship
with his mom.

She applied for internment.

With a mother like that,
no wonder he went off the deep end.

If his mother did all this
against her son,

she had good reasons.

Does that mean Mom's in danger?

We need to get another car.

How do we do that?

I'll take care of it.

Find a map of the area

to avoid the main roads.

Right now?

It's not right
what you're making me do.

Especially you,

with your big ideas
on data protection,

the right to privacy, all that.

It's her work email account.

You're right,

but we have to find your mother

before the cops do.

We need a clue
as to where she's holed up.

Why didn't she tell me about him?

What really happened between them?

Why did he dump her?

I don't know.

David, your wife's on the run,
so let's get to work.

Estelle?

Get in.

How did you get this car?

Trust me.

Try to find the back roads

to get to your friend Sandra's house.

OK.

As part of the investigation
into the murder of Dr. Cervin

today in Marseille,

the police found a car

on the highway to Nîmes.

Estelle Segal's phone was in the car,

but there was no trace of her
or Thomas Cassagne.

They're still searching the car.

We did well
with the phone and the car.

He moved to every continent.

Bankruptcies, threats...

Like father like son.

A BODY FOUND IN CAMBODIA

He had a catering company
in Cambodia.

His partner disappeared overnight.

He was found dead two months later.

Who the fuck is this guy?

I found what you wanted.

The clinic's IT security system

is so bad.

Well done, Gaby.

Don't worry, it was easy.
This is Cassagne's room.

-Is that his mother?
-Yes.

She took something out of his bag.

What is it? A notebook?

What is she doing?

She manipulates him.

Go forward a bit.

What do we do?

We have something with the notebook.

We need to find it.

If it's a diary,

there'll be a clue
to where they went.

How do we do that?

Knock on her door
and ask her to give it to us?

Don't worry.

We have enough problems as it is.
I'll come with you.

Gaby, are you ready?

You can turn off the alarm.

Your son's very good.

What if the neighbors call the cops?

I'm the cops.

They don't know that.

This is illegal.

Stop whining

or go back to the car.

Are you going to break the glass?

Who do you think I am?

We're going to search the place
on the sly.

Thanks, Gaby.

Long live the police.

Seeing Estelle
with her college boyfriend

was weird.

Did she settle down with me
to forget him?

To settle down
with the quiet, reliable, boring guy?

This isn't a good time.

Got it.

There are pictures of the dad
everywhere.

On his birthday.

That's the nanny.

What's wrong?

I can't stop thinking
about the night my dad died.

Let's get some fresh air.

Come.

I always knew
you were cut out for this.

Cut out for what?

-Medicine.
-Yeah.

I don't regret anything we've done,

even if it could've cost you dearly.

Why did you bury yourself here?

I thought you'd be working
in Paris or London.

Harvard? You dreamed
of doing research there.

I was 25.

At 25, you have dreams.

I moved past them.

Shall we go?

I'll text Sandra

to tell her we'll be there
in 30 minutes.

OK.

Estelle, come home

and tell the cops
what happened with Cervin

and why you left with him.

Agathe? Where are you?

Come look at this.

He wasn't right in his head early on.

Things started to go haywire
when his father died,

almost overnight.

"Disturbed child, tortured teenager."

"Self-harm."

"Violent towards the nursing staff."

Now I understand why his mother
wants to keep him under control.

He's dangerous, Agathe.

This will help incriminate him
in Cervin's death.

I'll dig a little deeper

on the conditions
of his wife's accidental death.

Estelle, I need you
to call me back soon.

I'm with Agathe.

Please call me back.

I don't understand

why his father's death
screwed him up so badly.

It's been 35 years.

He was in therapy, on meds,
and he never recovered.

Something's not right.

Yes, Gaby?

Leave. She's arriving.

Thanks, Gaby.

Come on.

I knew you liked wine
but not that much.

It's been five years.

Took you long enough.

Sandra!

This is Sandra.

-Thomas, my...
-Her childhood sweetheart.

OK. Hello.

How have you been?

Like a divorced woman
managing a couple's dream alone.

It's hard, but I love it,

despite the big money problems.

I'll show you the main building.

Thank you.

I know you're risking a lot
to take us in.

I promised your parents
I'd look after you.

We'll be fine here.

How are your husband and son?

Aren't they worried sick?

They're fine.

This is my best room.

There are two beds,
but I have a second bedroom,

if you prefer,
since you're my only clients.

One room is fine. Thank you.

I put some clothes
on the bed for you, Estelle.

If you need anything...

Dinner in an hour.

Perfect. Thank you.

Lise?

Did you take the notebook
from the drawer?

No. Maybe you put it somewhere else,

with all that stress and fatigue.

I have to find that notebook,
Richard.

Is there something
you haven't told me?

I want to find Thomas.

I want to take care of him.

I don't want him to be hurt.

Nobody's going to hurt him.

He's the one in pain.

His wife's death
awakened something in him

that turned him to violence.

That's why you asked
to have him committed,

to protect him,

to get him treated at last.

You've always done
what's best for your son.

Thanks for the clothes.

Your husband just called.

He's really worried
and asked if I knew where you were.

Did you tell him?

Of course not.

Thanks.

Well,

what are you doing with that guy?

He needs me.

He's in danger. I can't leave him.

You're the one in danger.

Someone died.

Stop. I know, it's a nightmare,

but it was an accident.
He wanted to defend me.

Are you sure it was an accident?

-Are you sure?
-Of course.

I don't get it. Who is he to you?

You risk your career, your
relationship. You could go to jail.

Do you think he's worth it?

Without him, I'd be nothing.

but 20 years ago,

for the residency competition,
I worked like crazy

for months, day and night,

and I got the only chapter

I hadn't studied,

the only one.

I fell sick and was bedridden

for eight days.

When I sat down for the exam,

I panicked.

My head was a mess,
my life was a mess.

I thought about my parents
and all they had done for me.

And...

What about Thomas?

Thomas was there, smiling.

I was crying, and he was smiling.

He knew I was facing a dead end.

All of a sudden,
he started writing on his exam.

I didn't understand.

I hated him at the time.

Of course.

At the end of the exam,
he came to me

and copied my candidate number
on his exam.

I didn't have time to react.

He had already turned it in.

I was in shock.

I didn't understand.

So his exam had your name.

What did Thomas say?

He kept smiling.

As if a 10-ton weight
had been lifted off him.

He said

I was cut out for this job,
but he wasn't,

that I was going to be an exceptional

psychiatrist,

because I loved people sincerely

and that he was happy to help me.

Then tears welled up in his eyes.

He asked me to forgive him.

He told me he knew one day
we'd meet again.

I hadn't heard from him

until this morning.

OK.

So now do you understand

why I can't let him down?

What will you do?

What will I do?

I'll try to cure him...

before his mother
wipes his memory for reasons

I still don't understand.

We're working
on his childhood memories.

Make sure this
doesn't blow up in your face.

Come, let me give you
something special to eat.

Sorry,

I didn't mean to frighten you.
I'm soaked.

What do you want?

Sorry. Good evening, ma'am.
Cyril Marguet.

I run a travel blog, Sudtrip.

Ever heard of it?

I'd like to spend the night here

and take your workshop
"Stay and Taste".

I guess you must have a room.

I only saw one car.

No, I'm sorry,
but we're doing inventory.

Listen, be cool, I'm on my bike.

I'll write a great story for you.

I get 2,000 views a day on the blog.

OK,

but don't get everything dirty.

Thank you, that's kind of you.

Good evening.

Cyril Marguet.

Do you work here?

It's the back door.

Room 4 at the top of the stairs,
at the end of the hall.

The key is on the door.

He's a tourism blogger.

He's going to write a great article
on the estate.

Well, good night.

Estelle,
I need you to call me back soon.

I'm with Agathe. Please call me back.

What are you doing?

Where's your nanny?

-I don't know.
-Go get her.

Madeleine?

Thomas? What's going on?

Everything's OK, Thomas.

What do you see?

You need to tell me, Thomas.

I can't.

I can't do it anymore.

It's OK, everything is OK.

Roadblocks are normal.

Breathe.

-We'll get there.
-Yes.

Breathe.

Do you want to get up?

-Yes.
-Come here.

Fuck!

It feels like
we left each other yesterday.

You left me.

It's the biggest mistake of my life.

I thought about it.

I thought of asking you
to come with me.

I couldn't.

I loved you too much.

I couldn't ask you to choose
between your career and me.

I'll always be sorry I hurt you.

I'm not happy away from you,

and neither are you.

We're meant to be together, Estelle.

We know that now.

We...

Sandra's waiting for us for dinner.

Yes.

I'll call you if I hear anything.

Yes.

Thanks for calling.

Everyone's worried.

Lise Neubourg's password

is her son's date of birth.

I hacked her computer in two seconds.

This is exactly
what the judge sentenced me for.

I know, but it's important
we find your mother.

Thomas's nanny,
who died with his father...

Lise told investigators
her husband was driving her home.

It was 10:10 p.m.

It's a bit early to end a party.

I think they were lovers.

Could the accident
be the revenge of a wronged wife?

Classic murder motive.

Lise killed him
for sleeping with the nanny.

Two birds, one stone.

One sleeping pill, two dead.

I found something weird.

It's an email
about banking and big money.

Three months ago,
Lise Neubourg sent a message

to a Swiss bank
to withdraw 900,000 euros

from an account opened
by Florian Cassagne in 1986.

-The money he had embezzled.
-Yes.

The email is addressed
to Thomas Cassagne.

He's the beneficiary,

not her.

That's why she wants
guardianship over her son...

to get the money of husband,
whom she killed.

This is nice.

You're honoring my products.

You made it easy. It's delicious.

Same,
I think I even had a bit too much.

I'm not used to it anymore,
so I'm going to go to bed.

Do you mind?

Of course not.
I'll help Sandra clean up.

Thank you.

Goodnight.

I can't decide whether
you're the best or the worst thing

that's ever happened to Estelle.

Why not both?

The worst when we parted,

the best when we got together.

With the cops after you?

What Estelle and I are going through
is important to both of us.

She'll cure me.

And I'll save her.

You really don't doubt anything.

I'm lucky to have found
the woman of my life.

I won't let anything or anyone
stop us from being happy.

I've known Estelle since she was 14.

She's family. She's my little sister.

I won't let anyone hurt her

or let her make the wrong decision.

I understand. You love her.

So do I.

Don't worry,
I'll always be there for her.

Is that what you told her
20 years ago

before disappearing from her life
and leaving her in tatters?

I'll get some fresh air
before I go to bed.

Could Thomas remember something,

even unconsciously,
about his father's accident?

That would explain
why Estelle is with him.

That's possible.

By killing her husband,

Lise turned her son into a bomb
that could go off at any time.

This is from a friend

at the police station.

Thomas was identified on video images

stealing a car
near Castellane at 3:32 p.m.

Any idea where Estelle
might be hiding around there?

Family, even distant? Friends?

I don't know.

Mom works all the time.

You're pretty much
the only person she sees.

It's late.
Let's get back to it tomorrow.

You need to sleep, David.

Gab, can you show Agathe to her room?

Of course.

Estelle, it's me.
Please call me back.

I need to talk to you. I miss you.

I love you.

The star of the day.

I recognized you,
public enemy number one,

without his accomplice.

Don't worry,
I don't like cops either.

I like silence,
especially when it's golden.

What do you want?

What do you think?

We don't even have 200 euros.

Are you done taking me for a fool?

The watch, the cash, the jewelry,
give me everything

or I'll turn you and your bitch in.

It's up to you.

I hope you had time to fuck her,

something to remember
when you're serving 15 years.

I'll call the cops.

You're awake?

I have an idea.

Yes?

If we want

to go deeper into your memories,

the night your father...

Anything you want.

Hi, it's Gaby. Leave a message.

Gaby, it's Dad.

I wanted to tell you
I'm going to Sandra's,

Mom's Irish friend
who's been inviting us for years.

Can you tell Agathe?

I'll keep you posted. Bye.

Hi.

We need to get up.

It's too early.

The earlier we leave,

the fewer cops we'll encounter.

We can't wake up Sandra now.

We'll leave her a note to thank her.

She'll understand.
You can call her later.

All right.

I'll never drink again.

Thomas, is this blood?

That's from cleaning up with Sandra.

I broke a bottle.

I was stupid enough to cut myself.

I was a bit tipsy.

-Are you all packed?
-Yes.

Shall we go?

Sorry we left like thieves,

but you've already taken
enough risks for us.

We'll try to reach Frioul Island.

We can stay
at Thomas' friend's place.

Thanks for everything, Sister.

The weird guy from yesterday left.

Thomas saw him drive his bike away.

I'm glad you won't be alone with him.

You're already up?

I was worried you weren't in bed.

I couldn't sleep.

I have so much on my mind.

Like what, sweetheart?

Have I turned my son into a murderer?

Your husband was cheating on you
and laundering drug money.

Your son couldn't have been a saint,

it's understandable.

But did all this condition,

did it torture Thomas?

Mourning is a delicate process.

Thomas left 20 years ago.

It was the first step
in his emancipation from the past,

from his parents,

one dead, the other alive.

Maybe,
but without medical supervision,

time made things worse.

I'm sure my son would've made
an excellent doctor.

When you devote yourself to others,

you don't listen to your own demons.

Just because the demons keep quiet
doesn't mean they disappear.

You mean my son
has crime in his blood?

No, but he needs to be treated.

Don't worry, when we find him,

I'll take good care of him.

Listen to me, Agathe.

I didn't go behind your back.

She's my wife. It's normal.

You're investigating Lise Cassagne.

Don't worry, everything's fine.

I need to go. Tell Gaby I said hi.

-Sandra!
-David?

Is Estelle here?

She left with that guy.

I think he killed someone.

I know.

I don't mean the guy at the clinic.

What?

Come with me.

That guy Marguet was pretty weird.

He freaked me out.

Last night, Thomas went out
alone after dinner.

Estelle was in bed already.

He didn't know there was a camera.

I found the log ten yards further on,

in the bushes.

There was blood on it.

You think he killed him?

Thomas told Estelle that
Marguet left on his bike.

You think he hid the body?

I don't know what to do.

I wanted to call the cops,

but I don't want Estelle
to go to jail

because of this crazy guy.

I can't fucking believe this!

What is she doing
with that psychopath?

Hands on the wheel.

I'm warning you, I'm a cop,

I'm armed and I didn't sleep well.

What are you doing
in front of this house?

I was trying to make a sandwich.

Are you kidding me?

Hello, Captain Launay.

I was following David Segal
until the night he escaped me.

I guess he went to join
his wife and Thomas Cassagne.

I'm looking for him.

Who are you?

Joris Delcroix, former commander
of the Bordeaux police station.

I was hired by the family of Thaïs,

Cassagne's wife
who died in Cape Verde.

Why?

The family doesn't believe
it was an accident.

The investigation
by Cape Verde authorities

on the murder of Cassagne's wife

only lasted one hour.

They quickly concluded it was
an accident. How convenient:

no bad publicity for local tourism.

After investigating for two weeks,

I think murder is more likely.

Why?

The engine of the jet ski
that exploded

and killed the victim
had been tampered with.

I'm waiting for the analyses
that I sent to a lab in Paris.

You think Cassagne killed her?

She was about to tell him
she was leaving him.

Given his psychological state,
it's more than a motive.

When I got back to France,
I wanted to question him,

but he attempted suicide.

His mother and her husband
very opportunely sent him

to a psychiatric clinic.

Do you think Lise Neubourg knows
about Thaïs' murder?

She was there when it happened.

Maybe she saw something.

She's protecting her son.

I lost track of Cassagne
when he ran off with your mother.

You thought my father could find her,

so you followed him.

He's smart, huh?

I know, it's annoying sometimes.

Could you make some coffee, Gaby?

Come on, you make it so well.

OK.

Thanks.

Do you think he could harm Estelle?

Cassagne suffers
from abandonment syndrome.

He experienced his father's death,
whom he adored,

as a real betrayal.

I think that since then,
his idea of love

is tied to this violent idea
of being abandoned,

of being betrayed.

Maybe that's what happened
with Thaïs.

That's what will happen to Estelle
if she tries to leave.

Thank you.

Hello. Thank you.

-Fred, stop him.
-OK.

Please wait, sir.

Is there a problem?

Please wait.

You can't park there.

I'll only be a moment.

-It's fine, Fred.
-OK. You can go, sir.

Sir?

Go ahead.

-Hello, Mom?
-Yes, Gaby, it's me.

Are you OK? When are you coming back?

I'm OK, sweetie, don't worry.

I'll be home soon.

Why did you go with that guy?

I'll explain later, Gaby.

I owe Thomas one.

Dad's trying to call me.
He's not with you?

No, why? Where is he?

He went to get you at Sandra's.

What?

Mom's on the phone, and
Dad's calling me on the other line.

Give me the phone.

Estelle, get out, quickly.

I'm with an investigator.

Thomas killed his wife
because she was going to leave him.

He made the murder
look like an accident.

What? That's nonsense.

David said he killed a journalist
at Sandra Coste's.

Thomas hit him and...

Estelle?

We got away after all.

Yes.

This place will be good for us.

-Are you OK?
-Yes, I'm cold.

Once it's all over, we can enjoy.

We'll find a quiet spot,

and we'll never leave each other.

We don't need it anymore.

Hello, ma'am.

Captain Launay, Marseille police.

Have you heard from my son?

And his father, Florian Cassagne.

It was you, Mrs. Neubourg.

You killed him
and his mistress in 1986.

You manipulated
and messed up your son.

Becoming a doctor was your dream,

not his.

You stole the notebook.

I can imagine your anguish
when you opened it.

Thomas was piecing together
the puzzle of his father's death.

That's why you accused Dr. Segal.

You knew that with hypnosis,

she could extract memories
from Thomas.

Yes...

I killed my husband and his mistress.

I don't know the prescription rules,

but I'm ready to face justice

and accept the consequences.

What's going on, Lise?

It's the police.

I forgot.

Your daughter-in-law's death
was no accident.

Thaïs had had a lover for six months
and was about to leave with him.

Thomas knew it.

You're talking nonsense.

He didn't know anything.

Lise and I were there
for his birthday.

Everything was going well
between him and his wife.

Thomas is not a murderer.

You should know
you can't accuse without proof.

Don't worry about that.

Your son and Dr. Segal
are on their way to Frioul.

If you know where they plan to hide,
you should tell us.

Thomas should turn himself in
before things get ugly.

Goodbye, Captain.

I'd like to talk to you
about something.

You know, trust is the basis of
the patient-therapist relationship.

The blood on your shirt,
I know it's not yours.

You didn't have any wounds.

Tell me what happened
at Sandra's with that guy.

He was a scumbag.

He threatened to report us.

He asked me for money.
I refused. He became aggressive.

I hit him.

What happened?

He insulted you.

He said I'd go to jail
and we'd never see each other again.

I know I shouldn't have,
but at the time...

Thomas, I'm bound
by medical confidentiality,

you know.

I won't say a word.

Do you think
you might've killed him...

by accident?

Of course not, Estelle.

I broke his phone,

so he wouldn't call the cops,

and I told him to leave. That's all.

What happened with your wife?

Your relationship wasn't going well.

I'm not saying
you did it consciously,

but you have violence inside you,
Thomas.

Maybe you don't want to be violent,

that you don't accept it
and erase it from your memory,

that you black out.

You really think
I'm capable of killing someone

and not remember it?

You think...

You think I killed Thaïs?

Yes, Sandra?

He's alive.

-Marguet?
-Yes.

The cops told me
Marguet pressed charges.

You told them about Frioul?

Of course not.

When will you be in Marseille?

I'm here. I'm in the Old Port.

Thanks for everything, Sandra.

Ladies and gentlemen,
in a few moments,

we'll be on the island of Les Embiez.

Have a nice day.

Is there a problem?

I don't think
they're going to Frioul.

That's what Mom wrote
on the note to Sandra.

They're going to another island,

Les Embiez.

Of course, that's the island
where Thomas's father was murdered.

That's where he's taking her.

Good job.

I'm calling Dad.

You know, Agathe,

if I'd worked with cops
like you more often,

I wouldn't have resigned.

You've only known me
for three hours.

Sometimes, that's enough.

-Hello, Dad?
-Yes, Gaby?

I'm about to go to Frioul.

I can't hear you. Gaby?

Agathe thinks
they're going to Les Embiez.

I'm sure she's right.

Fuck, I'm on my way.

-I'll keep you posted.
-But it's far!

Are you leaving?

I think I know where Thomas is.

Listen, darling,

don't you think
this has gone on long enough?

If you really know where your son is,
call the commander.

Protect Thomas.

Demand that I perform
the psychological examination

when he's arrested.

No. I want to know
if my son murdered his wife.

You don't believe
what that cop said, do you?

I don't want Thomas to go to jail.

Estelle Segal is bringing out things

that can really hurt him.

I'm afraid Thomas
will do something stupid again.

Are you OK?

I haven't been here in 35 years.

It's nice, right?

Yeah, it is.

Dad's car is nice, huh?

Yes.

Not bad at all.

Wow, this place is beautiful.

Can't you read?

This is private property.
I'll call the cops.

No, please excuse us, ma'am.

My friend grew up in this house.

I'm Thomas Cassagne.

Cassagne?

Little Thomas Cassagne?

I'm Marie. I worked for your parents.

I taught you how to tie your shoes.

Marie?

Little rascal!

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see the house again.

No problem, I have the keys.

I drop in from time to time
to air things out a bit.

Follow me.

Thomas, little Thomas!

Nothing's changed.

The house was bought
by British people,

but they haven't been over
in a long time.

This is where my father
taught me to start a fire.

People can say what they want,

but I liked Mr. Florian.

Tell me,

do you think we could rent
this house for 24 hours?

Rent it? She doesn't realize.

You can stay as long as you like.

I'm warning you, it's humid and cold.

-Thanks.
-All right.

Thanks.

I'll leave you to it.

The medical examiner told me

Franck Cervin's death was
an accident, not murder.

The cause of death was a fall,
not an intentional blow.

That's progress.

Good for your friend
and for Cassagne.

What about Thaïs' death?

Sorry.

No, no... no worries.

I'm having trouble with the timeline.

I have an exactly 20-minute
window of opportunity

for the sabotage for the jet ski.

When I put together

everything that's been posted
on social media,

the clients, the hotel,

Cassagne couldn't have killed her.
He was at the other end of the beach.

But someone did tamper
with the jet ski.

Sometimes,

our brain plays with our memories.

They're not always very precise.

Sometimes, we refuse to see

or believe a situation
we've already experienced,

a traumatic situation

hidden in our unconscious.

Follow my voice

and let yourself

go deep inside your memories.

I don't love you anymore, Lise.

I'm not happy with you.

I'm going to leave.

I sacrificed everything for you,

med school, my family, my life.

You can't abandon me, Florian.

You won't, I swear it.

Is it your mother?

-Did she do it?
-I don't know.

I don't want to know.

Open your eyes, Thomas.

Slowly.

You're a very brave little boy.

Tell me what you see.

Mom's nightstand...

There are pills,

sleeping pills.

It's me.

I killed him.

I killed my father.

Why did you take the sleeping pills,
Thomas?

I didn't want...

I wanted him to sleep
with me at home.

I didn't want him to leave me alone.

What about your mother?

Does she know what you did?

Mom?

Yes, sweetheart?

I think it's my fault Dad died.

I put your pills in his glass.

I didn't want him
to leave with Madeleine.

Thomas,

do you remember that
you drank from the glasses?

You had a bad dream.

You feel responsible
because Dad had an accident

and you were mad at him.

You think so?

Your dad had
very dangerous work friends

from whom he took money.

They wanted to punish him.
Do you understand?

You're not responsible. You hear me?

You're not responsible.

Yes, Mom.

What are you doing here?

Where's Thomas?

Thomas is resting in a room upstairs.

I'll go check on him.

What did you do to my son?

I opened the door for him,
Mrs. Neubourg,

the door you sealed 35 years ago.

You almost killed him.

You think my son will get better

now that he knows what he did?

Yes, I think so.

I know it. It's my job.

I've been helping and caring
for people like him for years.

He'll heal... with or without you.

Here.

Thanks, Gaby.

Look, on November 29,

Lise Neubourg received
a letter from the Swiss bank

saying that the 900,000 euros
are blocked in an account for Thomas,

but she was in London for three days.

So it wasn't her
who signed for the letter.

The bank received
a response that same day

from Lise Neubourg's address
asking the conditions

under which the money
could be claimed

as part of a guardianship
or inheritance.

Who bought the tickets

to celebrate Thomas' 45th birthday
in Cape Verde?

Who shares Lise Neubourg's life?

Richard?

Hello, Thomas.

Don't worry, I'll take care of you.

It's OK.

Easy.

There.

Richard, is everything OK?

What are you doing?

Thomas tried to kill himself,

but don't worry.
I gave him a pill, and he's asleep.

My darling!

What were you doing with that rifle?

You wanted to kill him, didn't you?

-Thomas?
-Estelle?

Estelle?

-What are you doing here?
-Are you OK?

-Yes.
-Where's Neubourg?

-Where?
-Upstairs, with Thomas.

He killed Thomas' wife.

-You hear?
-What?

-He killed his wife!
-Call the cops!

Call the cops!

Run!

You won't call anyone, Dr. Segal.

Don't move.

I'm sorry.

How are you feeling?

You're going to take care of yourself
and get better.

Thanks to you.

I'm sorry.

What for?

We both needed it.

I have no regrets.

Neither do I.

-Ready to go?
-Yes.

Take care of yourself.

Thank you.