All language subtitles for Marianne S02E04

You know me, I don't give up.

Yes, Pastor, it's Marianne.

I'm here with Selma,
and we were wondering, where are you?

Are you coming soon?

Is Marianne here?

She texted me, saying
she was held up in court.

She said you'd fill her in.

You tricked me.

Oh, Pastor, really!

I woke up at two a.m.
and she was gone.

Mom had taken a cab during the night
to prepare the caravan

for a vacation with my father.

You should invite Selma for dinner.

No way.
If she says no, it'll really be over.

How are things at home
with little Zacharie Novak?

Investigation-wise,
there's probably not much going on?

You don't have anything new.

We can't go to my place tonight.

Really?

Yeah, I'm not alone anymore.

Really?

You could've told me.

So you can be married,

but I should be ready 24/7

in lingerie?

You've got nerve.

No... Marianne,
that's not what I meant at all.

It's not what you think.

I'm fostering a kid.

I don't know how long it'll last.

We'll go to a hotel.

A hotel is nice.
It's been a long time.

Oh, boy!

I feel like you're not
with me right now.

Look behind you.

But I'd prefer it
to be just the two of us.

I'm not much of an adventurer either.

What? No, it's Pastor and Selma.

I don't know them, I don't care.

I'm here for you.

It's hard enough
with my wife and my job.

And I came a long way.

Oh, poor boy!

You know what? We'll be in touch.

OK? Kiss.

MARIANNE

GAME OVER

THE ULTIMATE EXPERIENCE
OF ESCAPE GAME

Luc Thiard, 35 years old.

He was one of the actors
employed by the escape game.

How are you, Pastor?

I'm fine.

Have a good time last night?

Yes.

Nothing special, nothing to report?

Why?

No, just...

It's just a little chat
before we start work.

I, for example, had...

a pleasant, not "good" like you
but pleasant evening.

Yeah, so... Luc Thiard,

he played the living dead
in the company's flagship game.

You don't say.
I don't know what he was like

as an undead actor,
but as a dead-dead man,

he's not bad, he's very good.

"Resilient a Mortuis"
was the name of the game.

"Back from the Dead."

Did you take Latin?

No, law.

"Exceptio
est strictissimae interpretationis."

Pretty, huh? Like Harry Potter.

Very nice.

A player shot him
at point-blank range with a revolver.

Which is, as I understand it,
the only way to win the game.

Really? You have to shoot the actor?

Because they're going to have
recruitment problems at STL.

Of course,
the revolver is normally a dummy,

but this time, it was replaced
with a real revolver

with real bullets.

The players on the course
were two Parisian tourists.

They're in shock.

I think they were

just in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

And the real gun
that puts real holes in people,

how did it get here?

A distracted employee...?

Impossible.

We have very strict procedures.

Let's go have a look, then.

THE ULTIMATE EXPERIENCE
OF THE ESCAPE GAME

The weapons are stored here
and only I have the key.

Are these the players
who took out your colleague?

Proudly posing like two idiots,

happy with their safari?

That's strange
for people supposedly in shock.

No one knew Luc had died yet.

I found him

when I went to clean up.

Ah.

You think they'll take up chess
after something like this?

These look like the real thing.

These are ultra-faithful replicas,
with the same weight and finish.

Sophie is adamant that the players
have the truest possible experience.

And who's this Sophie?

The boss.

She's in Paris, at the international
escape game trade show.

I spoke to her on the phone.
She was devastated.

Will you show us around?

So, in "Resilient",
you're Scotland Yard detectives

in search of a serial killer.

The guy was burned alive
50 years earlier

for the crimes he committed,

but he came back from the dead
to take revenge.

What's more,
he now has magical powers.

If he touches you,
you're immobilized forever.

Ah yes, it's all a bunch of nonsense.

And then there's the salt statue

that's 2,000 years old.

Oh boy!

It's automatic
when you approach the cabin.

-It's scary, isn't it?
-Yes, it's scary, yes.

One of the serial killer's victims.

Ah, great.

Teenagers like this?

They love to scare each other.

I'll have to take Zacharie
to something like this.

You don't have one
where there isn't carnage,

blood everywhere?
Because well, hello.

Yes, there's "La Pyramide Maudite".

It's a bit more family-oriented.

What do the players do
to find the serial killer?

They need to find the missing bricks
in the wall

to open a secret passage.

Well done.

Do you like it? Is it...?

Ah, I love it.

You're scaring me, Pastor.

Well, we're not going
to do all the steps.

Where exactly did
your zombie colleague die?

Well, where was he coming from,

this living dead man?

He's hidden in the closet and then
he jumps out to attack them.

You have to shoot him
in the heart to kill him.

Otherwise, he doesn't die.

Where's the gun hidden?

Right here, in the little closet.

OK, so it was you
who hid the dummy revolver

before they began their journey?

I did the set-up last night
after the last game.

For the exact schedule,
you'll have to check with Dave.

Dave?

David, the game master.

The person who follows the players
on the cameras

to help them progress.

Because everything is recorded?

In the event of a dispute or accident
on the course, yes.

And you're telling us this now?

Have you come
for the recording of Luc's death?

Sophie asked me to prepare a copy.

Thanks, Mr. Dave.

It's quite rare
for a crime to be filmed.

So, can we watch?

It's a shame for them.
They were good players.

I bet they won't be back.

Yes, well,
it's a shame for the victim

because he, you know,

he's not coming back.

Him too.

Go ahead, take the chair!

Go ahead, take the chair!

There must be something to throw.

Oh, no!

Get out!

Move, move, move!

Ah, ah!

Shit!

Here!

Yeah! We won! We won!

They do look nice, those two.

It's nice to see them so happy

to have killed someone.

Was the camera on last night

when the stage manager
replaced the gun?

Yes, I turn it off
when I leave at night.

Was there something shiny
below the desk

in the previous recording?

See that?

Get out!

Move, move, move!

-I don't see...
-Yeah, that little...

Yes, I saw it.

It had a shape...

Oh, a little hippopotamus.

It's cute.

That's a rare clue, a pachyderm.

Only company employees
have access to the decor.

The person we're looking for
has a little hippopotamus

in their jewelry box.

Hello.

-Careful...
-Careful, I...

I can't.

Is it OK?

What are you doing here, Bastien?
Hello, Yves.

We're almost finished, Your Honor.

What do you mean?

These are Judge Vignol's files.

She won't be back
for another six months.

She won't be replaced.

So you're distributing
all the files to the judges

who haven't melted down yet?

That's right.

OK, and a second clerk

and a second brain,
do you also deliver them?

No, no, I only deal with files.

Well, let's move it.

So...

Just to the right...

No, you have to push hard. I'm sorry.

That's the way to do it.

That's Marianne.

So...

So,
Miss Anne-Amélie de Faucigny-Trévor,

22 years old, student
at the École Normale Supérieure.

Yesterday afternoon,

two security guards
at a luxury boutique

asked you to open your bag.

You fled to your scooter,

you sped off,
zigzagged on a public highway

to escape a police crew
on the street.

Is that right?

If you say so.

A chase ensued,

during which you ran three red lights

and took a dozen wrong turns.

I don't know. I didn't count.

You were followed,

unsurprisingly,
by two police motorcyclists.

You struggled, you bit them,

and you also kicked them.

They shouldn't have touched me.

You threw your handbag
into the Old Port,

a bag in which two scarves,
a gold bracelet,

and three watches were found,

for a total value
of over 7,000 euros.

Thank you.
I know what was in my handbag.

So, is this going to be
a long interrogation,

Gestapo-style?

Do you often shoplift?

What's it to you?

Well,

I can remand you into custody.

Go ahead.

Go ahead, enjoy it,
put me in detention.

You... damn judge.

Are you enjoying this?

Yes.

Yes. You're enjoying this.

It won't go any lower.

I'm going, Your Honor.

Mom and I have an appointment
with the neurologist.

Of course, go ahead, Yves.

Thank you very much.

Yves.

There's a problem with your pants.
I can see your underwear.

Oh, yes.

Mom ironed last night,
so I don't have any clothes left.

I almost came in sweats.

So your mom isn't the only one
with holes.

-See you tomorrow.
-Bye.

Yes, Zacharie,
it's me, sweetie. How are you?

Yes, listen, no...

I'm still in court.

I'll be late. I'm really sorry.

I won't be able to make
your leek and camembert quiche

like I told you, sweetie.

Will you have the pizza
in the freezer?

Oh dear! Yes, that's true.

Ah well, if I remember,
yes, it wasn't even terrible.

Sushi?

Sushi's nice, isn't it?
Do you like it?

Then get yourself some sushi.
There's a flyer on the fridge.

Yes.

And we said a movie too.
Well, yes, you haven't forgotten.

I'm so sorry, kitten.

I'll make up for it this weekend,
I promise, on Cyrano's head.

Come on, big kisses,
and don't stay up too late.

OK, kiss.

Hello, Cyrano.

Do you have the cereal you need?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

I'll buy some more anyway.

It's good to have it stocked.

Do you believe it?

His mother's file, he saw it all.

All the horrible photos...

Because I wasn't there,

he got bored
and started poking around.

I was entrusted with him

because he needed structure,

attention, affection,
and what do I offer him?

Nothing, nothingness,
emptiness, my absence.

Oh, and a few sordid details
about his mother's death.

No, Marianne,
you see only the negative.

Zacharie knows he can count on you.

If he could count on me,

I'd have been there last night,
and he'd have told me about his day,

I'd have given him a kiss
before he went to bed.

Why don't you ask me?

I can come.

You tell me
when you're stuck in court

and I'll spend the evening with him.

Would you do that?

Yeah, why wouldn't I?

You do everyone favors,
but you never dare ask.

I never thought of that.

And it's very rewarding
to be of service.

Especially to you.

Shall we go see Selma?

Ah yes! Selma. I forgot! Our Selma.

"Our" Selma, "your" Selma.

No surprise about the cause of death.

The first bullet fired
at point-blank range killed him.

As for the second bullet--

It also killed him.

That's the great thing
about the undead,

you can kill them
several times in a row.

Put another way,
the second bullet was indeed

also lethal.
He had no chance of escaping.

But, there are
two interesting things.

At ten a.m.,

the victim had a blood alcohol level
of 0.6 grams per liter of blood.

I don't have my glasses.

Right there.

Oh yes, I see...

Must have been a lover
of tripe cooked in white wine

at ten a.m.

As am I.

Second interesting element.

I noticed a small trace of bruising
on the left cheekbone.

Maybe a slap or a light tap.

-Thank you, Selma.
-You're welcome.

And Pastor?

Yes?

Any questions or comments?

Anything to ask
our favorite forensic scientist?

No, it was very clear.

Are you sure?

Yes, of course,
it was very professional.

Well, that's great!

I took the first plane back
from Paris

when I heard
what had happened to Luc.

You manage
25 escape game establishments

in the south of France, right?

This was the first one I bought,
seven years ago.

A dazzling success.

You're the big winner of the game.

I didn't know anything
about it at the time.

Luc was already working here
as an actor.

We hit it off,
and he taught me everything.

I relied heavily on him
and his experience.

Was he your right-hand man?

A sort of artistic director, yes.

A right arm that trembles a little.

Were you aware
of his drinking problem?

Unfortunately,
this is often the case with artists.

This was found at the crime scene.

Do you know who it might belong to?

I guess if I keep my mouth shut,

it would be considered obstruction.

Ah yes, yes, that's correct, yes.

Three days ago,
Luc did something stupid.

One of my employees told me

he had sexually assaulted her

and that she
had to struggle to escape him.

I told her I believed her,
but I wanted to talk to Luc first,

and she was furious.

Emma Lesage, born 1998,
doctoral student in law.

It's a student job.

Emma finances her studies
by playing characters

in some of our games.

How long were you planning
to wait before telling us this?

I wanted to give her a chance
to speak up.

That is if she's the one...

Emma Lesage struggled
to escape her attacker.

That would explain the bruises
on Luc Thiard's cheek.

That made me hungry.

I'd love a "schnitzel game".

What do you think?

I break records.

Well, she's not answering.

I saw on her CV
that she's a sailing instructor.

She could be working. What do we do?

Take a look at the clubs in the area?

Game over!

Did Sophie tell you?

The bastard cornered me
in the bathroom.

Everyone had left.
He reeked of alcohol.

If he wasn't drunk,
I'd never have been able to escape.

You might have wanted revenge.

I wanted him
to be brought to justice.

Especially
since it wasn't his first time.

What do you mean?

The girl who was at reception before,

I heard she wasn't as lucky as I was.

Recognize this earring?

Yes, it's mine.
I lost it the day before yesterday.

I couldn't find it after my shower
at the end of the day.

It was found at the crime scene.

What were you doing
the night before the murder?

I was working on my thesis.

Alone?

I go to law school.

I wanted him to be judged.

Pastor, I have to tell you something.

What,
you don't believe Emma is guilty?

I could see that.

Yes, well, that, of course.

No, no...

I saw you with Selma the other day.

I also had a meeting,

but it went badly
because I spent more time

looking at you
than making small talk.

He didn't like it,
but it's no big deal.

We were going round in circles...

But that's why

for two days, you've been...

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

I have to pull it out of you.

I'm no stranger.

You can tell me, can't you?

In any case, it's good.

You've dared to overcome
your obstacles. That's...

Oh come on, Pastor! Say something!

You know I'm a bit of a flower child,
so let me dream a little.

Well, I listened to you.

Really?

Yes, I said to myself

if I'm going to go out,
I might as well go out

in a blaze of glory,

in a beautiful atmosphere,
in a beautiful place.

No half measures, you see.

Ah, that's good.

Life is about risk.

That's good.

So, what? What happened?

I told her I thought about her a lot
and that

she was very much on my mind

and that perhaps we'd been too hasty.

OK. So, what happened next?
What happened?

She told me she did too.

She'd thought a lot
about our little fling,

but that she's with someone.

She thinks about me.

But she's with someone.

What did she end up with?

"I'm with someone"
or "I think about you"?

"I think about you."

Ah, that's good!

I'm ordering chocolate profiteroles.

No, wait!

Maybe it's a delayed rejection.

They're the worst,
the ones that hurt the most.

But we're happy right now, right?

We can be a little happy. It's good.

Yes, of course.
Excuse me. I'm so sorry.

Hello, yes?

Yes.

OK, thank you.

What is it?

The girl who worked
at the STL reception desk was found.

The one Luc Thiard allegedly raped.

She works on the Old Port.

I don't want to remember it.

-That guy's a scumbag.
-Was.

He took a real bullet
at the end of the game.

Oh, fuck!

I'm sorry, but... No, but you
must admit... I mean, it's a bit...

A bit ridiculous, yes.

But I had nothing to do with it.

You didn't think that, did you?

You could have kept a badge
to access the premises

when you left STL.

No, I returned everything,
even the T-shirt.

I didn't want anything
that reminded me of it.

Why didn't you file a complaint?

You know how it goes,

his word against mine,
no evidence, no witnesses,

goodbye.

Yeah...

Fortunately, the boss supported me.

Sophie?

She gave me 30,000 bucks.

She could have fired Luc.
That would have been support.

She told me he'd go to court
for unfair dismissal

and that we wouldn't be able
to prove rape anyway

and we'd both lose.

I have a child.
He was two at the time.

That money really helped me.

Anything stand out to you?

Yes.

"Emma, I believe you,
but let me talk to Luc."

"Here, Zoé, 30,000 bucks,
but let's not go to trial."

"I believe you, girls,

"but don't do anything."

She's starting to get on my nerves,
that Sophie.

With girls like her,
men don't have to worry.

They don't even
have to stick together.

Why was she so keen
on keeping Luc Thiard?

Yeah, that's the question.

But for the time being,
suspect number one

is still Emma Lesage.

No alibi, a motive,
a suspicious earring.

If it amuses you,
plant someone in front of her house

just to make sure
she doesn't go out of bounds,

but I'm not asking for a warrant.

Do you want to wait a bit

before going back to Sophie?

Get a drink to take the pressure off?

No. No, no, it's OK.

Whether you're a man or a woman,

if you get power,

you become an asshole.

Not only did you retain Luc Thiard

despite what he did,

but he was the highest-paid
of all your employees.

And only two victims were found,

but who knows
how many there have been?

Nearly 6,000 a month
to scream through a mask,

very generous.

Luc had a problem with alcohol
and there was a lot to say about

his behavior with women,
but he was...

a fabulous creator.
His inspiration was boundless.

Ah yes...

"Separate the man from the artist."

You know, sets, props, costumes,

it's all just packaging.

What makes a successful escape game

is gray matter,
the games themselves, the scenarios.

And when I bought the company
from David...

David, the game master?

Yes. It was a small company
on the verge of bankruptcy

that offered a single,
unoriginal game.

Luc offered me his concepts,

and I immediately sensed
his potential.

And his relationship with David?

The former actor
who becomes your boss

and the former boss
who becomes a mere game master...

Were there issues?

Just like any other company.

I can't imagine David
having a grudge against Luc,

although it's true
that they didn't talk much.

Me, jealous of Luc?

What did she say?

That's crazy!

I was relieved
when she bought my company.

Being a director
wasn't my thing at all.

Payroll,
accounting, paperwork, conflicts.

I wanted to see people having fun.

So, game master, you like that?

Hell yeah!

Nobody bothers me.
I guide the players through,

I see them freak out, make mistakes,

I help them.
I have as much fun as they do.

What I love, what I adore,
is observing human nature,

see teams come together or explode.

I wouldn't give up this place
for anything.

Oh yeah, human nature,

it's full of surprises,
never a dull moment.

You're a gamer too?

No. Not at all, no.

Well, yes,

in my own way, but otherwise, no.

And the fact of having been ousted
from game design by Luc?

Is this a joke?

Sophie told us he was very creative.

Ah yes! Yes, yes...

At stashing whisky bottles
in the store room

or finding places to trap trainees.

He was creative, but for the rest...

OK, so he was a creep,

but you hired him anyway,

when you were the boss
of the escape game?

No, the guy I hired

was just a failed actor showing off,

a drunk, maybe, but nothing like

the asshole he became
in the last two years.

And what do you think
brought about this change?

I don't know.

But Sophie let everything go.

OK, so Luc was bad
at inventing games?

Luc was no good at all.

The number of times he's played
the undead half-drunk.

He even threw up on customers.

They thought it was a special effect.

And it's Sophie
who designs the games, then?

No, Sophie,
what she designs are accounts.

She used to be in management,

so she's no Tolkien.

So, who makes all this up?

Oh my!

That's the big STL
escape game mystery.

No one has ever seen
the game designer.

But Sophie found the goose
that lays the golden eggs,

a great guy
she must be paying a fortune to,

with an iron-clad confidentiality
and non-compete clause.

Well, why "a guy",
if we've never seen him?

It could be a woman.

Because all the artists
sign their work.

Come and see.

All STL Group escape games

are conceived
as a seven-step journey,

which is an unusually high number
for the field.

And all the elements of the decor

serve a purpose.

Painting, object, piece of furniture,
everything is a clue.

All but one.

In every room, there's one thing
that serves no purpose.

For example,
in this room, it's the chandelier.

In the second, it's a bed,
and in the third, a small elephant.

Here we go again with the puzzles.

And what about in the fourth?

A mandarin orange.

In the fifth, it's a funnel.

In the sixth, a nut, and a drawing
depicting a tiger in the last one.

So, if we take the first letter

of each of these words
in order, we get...

"Clément".

Exactly.

Good thing
his name wasn't Pierre-Emmanuel.

Because then it would've been...

seven extra rooms and then...

Not to mention
the dash in the middle.

And it's like that everywhere.

I asked the game masters
of the 24 other STLs.

The clues are different,
but it's the same name.

But there's no Clément
among the designers

of the best-known games.

So, Sophie is keeping it to herself.

There's a lot she's been keeping
to herself.

So, Anne-Amélie de Faucigny-Trévor,

in three days, you're going
to lose that beautiful patronymic

to become
Anne-Amélie de Casteldon-Chassignol.

Ah yes, that's good too.

It makes great business cards,
but it's good.

You didn't tell me
about the happy event.

And what an event,

a real princess wedding.

Chateau in the country,

over 500 guests expected
from all over Europe,

orchestra-choir and choirmaster
for the church ceremony,

departure by helicopter

to Sicily...

Bravo. That's...

classier than processions

that end with a rodeo
in front of the town hall,

-right, Yves?
-Oh yes.

A bit like Stéphane Bern.

You know what?

I'll turn a blind eye
to your little stupidity.

There must be people

who are counting on you
for these festivities,

and I'd hate

to embarrass them
over such peccadilloes.

But I stole luxury watches.

They were waterproof.

When they fished them out,
they were in perfect working order.

I did a hit and run, though.

We're in Marseille.

I bit agents, and I even kicked them.

They felt nothing at all,
absolutely nothing.

You've been vaccinated
for rabies, right?

Please, I beg you.

Put me in jail, Judge.

I don't want to get married.

Ah well, at last.

We took our time.

So, go ahead. Tell me all about it.

I really like Charles-Amédée,

but it went too fast.

Our parents have known
each other forever.

We'd barely exchanged a kiss
before we were engaged.

And I'm not ready, Your Honor.

You know, shoplifting
to escape your social condition,

it doesn't work
for the guys on the north side,

so it won't work for you either.

But what do I do?

Ah, well...

You're going to talk to your family.

Tell them how you feel.

Oh no, we don't do that in my family.

No woman has ever done that.

Well, yes! Yes,

you're going to set a precedent,
that's all.

You're going to stand tall
and do what no woman

ever dared to do in your family.

Three generations from now,
the girls will be saying,

"But yes, look!

"Thanks to our
great-great-great-great-grandmother,

"Marie-Anne... Anne-Amélie..."

It's worth it, isn't it?

Huh? There you go.

Thank you.

Do you think she'll do it?

Oh, yes.

And I'll be watching because...

if she doesn't,

I'll put her on trial
for shoplifting.

Come on.

I'm leaving with you, Yves.

I'm going to take this opportunity
to buy myself a little

something to nibble on.

And have you found a solution
for Zacharie?

Yes! Pastor is watching him.

-Really?
-Yes.

He suggested it to me.

You should ask him

for your mom. It would give
you a little breathing space.

No!

I'm not sure he'd like that.

-Go ahead.
-Thank you.

The neurologist explained that I need
to start looking for a home for her.

Well, not just yet,

but in a few months, the house
will be too dangerous for her.

I did count, though,

from my childhood,

my return home after my studies,

and when I came back
after my father's death,

I've been living with Mom
for over 30 years.

You're hurting yourself, Yves.

So, how did she take
the neurologist's diagnosis?

She was quite upset.

She's aware of her condition,
I imagine?

Not really.

She thought we were going
to the podiatrist

to get insoles for my bad knees
since she signed me up for handball.

Oh dear!

Since the neurologist didn't look
at my feet, she took it badly.

Ah yes, I understand.

Well, I'm off, Your Honor.

And good luck this evening.

You too.

Yes, Mom? It's me.

Am I bothering you?

Yes, a little bit?

No, I just meant...
Nothing really, that's all.

I haven't heard from you in a while.

Ah, you're in Italy?

Ah, that's good. That's nice.

Well, if everything's fine,
there's no...

OK, great. You're going to...

You're going on a hike.
OK, I won't keep you, then.

Big kisses.

OK, yes.

Yes, me too.

OK, kisses.

Hey, Zacharie, we didn't...

Hello, Marianne.

I asked Selma to join us.

I thought it would be nice
if we were three.

Yes, yes, yes, that's a good idea.

Shall we play a last game?
Will you join?

Not unreasonable.

Ronnie, what are you doing here?

Have you been demoted to captain?

Very funny, Judge Vauban.

No, I'm still commissioner.

You can call me
"Commissioner Franco".

Well, I'll just sit down.

Is Pastor here?

No, he's finishing an interrogation.

You've got time for coffee
because I also have to talk to him.

No, certainly not.

I have to talk to him.

I was here long before you.

You're joking, right?

What do you have to discuss?

Next week's intervention schedule.

Next week!

Well, that can wait until next week.

No, I've got
a dead undead man on my hands,

which is a little more important.

-Whose turn is it?
-Mine!

I was here first.

I get it.

Don't sulk, Ronnie.

We're working for you.

So, what are we talking about?

Our business
or your after-party with Selma?

I told you about Selma.

Yes, but when you left,

something might have happened.

No, she's still thinking about us,

but she's still with her boyfriend.

So she has a boyfriend,
but she spent the evening

with you and Zacharie instead of him?

Yes.

She loves board games.

Ah yes, I understand.

I prefer a good scrabble
to a sexy night.

Speaking of games, shall we talk
about the mysterious

game designer
that no one has ever seen?

Clément? Did you find him?

Perhaps.

I didn't look in the gaming world

because David, the game master,
has already done that.

Instead, I looked into
the entourage of STLs boss.

Ah yes, Sophie, the secretive one.

She has a half-brother.

His name is Clément.

So,

where can we find
this little half-brother?

In a psychiatric hospital

about 40 kiloyards
from Aix-en-Provence.

He's been there for over ten years.

Escape game inventor
locked up for ten years

in a mysterious building.

From what I could find,
he was a student at the Beaux-Arts.

Clément is our youngest
and longest-standing resident.

He arrived here
after a severe psychotic episode.

He was 22 years old.

And he's never been released?

Never.

And will he ever come out?

It's unlikely.

And who is
legally responsible for him?

His half-sister, Sophie.

Does she visit him often?

At least once a month.

You can talk to him,
but don't expect a response.

Clément, there's a visitor for you.

Clément?

Hello.

Was he in a wheelchair ten years ago
when he arrived?

No, the accident occurred
on the premises.

He fled his room
and threw himself down the stairs.

He seemed like he was getting better.

He was less tormented.

He had stopped drawing
these horrible scenes.

He was even starting to talk.

And what do you think
triggered this crisis?

His sister had come to see him,
and everything was going well,

and suddenly,
we heard Clément screaming.

And he was found
at the bottom of the stairs

with a broken spine.

After that, he didn't talk anymore.

The only thing he did

is point at one
of the creatures on his wall,

as if, you know, as if
she was the one who terrorized him.

And his sister,
Sophie, when she came,

was she alone or with someone?

The accident happened
in January last year, I believe.

Here it is, the 16th.

So, "Visitors.
Sophie Tellier-Lerondeau..."

And "Luc Thiard", our living dead.

And I have one last question too.

After his accident,
once he recovered,

did he start drawing again?

More than ever, day and night.

And it's a good thing his sister

regularly takes his drawings
off our hands,

otherwise, there'd be no space left
on the walls.

I'm going back to the headquarters.

I want to take a look
at the books from last year.

While you're at it, pick up

Luc Thiard's undead outfit.

I want to organize a little game
for Sophie.

Not an escape game,

more like an entrance to prison game.

Be careful.
Given the size of the beast,

its droppings can damage the paint.

They're odd.

Not really my style.

Ah yes, I understand.

It's for a good cause.

We'll take them down soon.

Yes, come in!

Come in, come in, come in.

I've redecorated my office.

Do you like it?

Make yourself at home.
Go right ahead.

So! Sophie Tellier-Lerondeau...
STL...

Do you have anything
to tell me about your visit

to your brother
on January 16th last year?

The day he lost the use of his legs

when he threw himself
down the stairs.

No?

Well...

That's OK.

I'm going to tell you about
a little scenario I concocted.

You like scary stories
for your games,

so I think there are
a few small passages

you might like.

So, once upon a time, there was
a half-brother and a half-sister.

Clément, the youngest,
the most sensitive,

and Sophie,
the strongest and most rational.

As fate would have it,
their mother died, too soon,

of a long and terrible illness.

Sophie decided to fight,
to overcome her trials,

but Clément didn't have
that strength,

and he sank into mental illness.
The young art prodigy

is institutionalized
and can't express himself

other than by drawing
his terrifying visions.

What everyone else sees
as a madman's outlet,

Sophie sees as a gold mine,

just as escape games
are becoming a fashionable pastime.

It's not illegal.

Yes, well, that's true.

Except that two years ago,
the source dried up.

Your brother was doing better.

Right after you buy

a dozen escape games all at once.

So, on January 16,
you decide to pay him a visit

with your loyal employee, Luc Thiard.

He was accompanied
by his favorite character.

Here we are.

I'm not wearing it, OK?

Unless you want me to... Yves?

Wouldn't you like to try it?

There you go. Alternatively, I can do

a small reconstruction.

I'll send for your brother,

put on the mask,
and see how he reacts.

Don't do that.

We just wanted to scare him.
We didn't want to hurt him.

Was it Luc's idea?

I was panicked.

Bankruptcy was coming.

Luc told me that all it would take
was a psychological shock

for Clément to start drawing again.

Just a little...

Yes, except
that it all went a bit haywire.

When we entered the room,

Luc turned around
and put on his mask.

He approached Clément and...

when Clément saw him,
he let out a horrible howl,

he pushed Luc away

and fled down the corridor.

I can still hear
his body hitting the ground.

Then your brother
starts drawing again.

And the accident provided Luc Thiard
with a means of blackmailing you,

and that led to him
getting 6,000 a month,

a feeling of impunity,
alcohol, sexual assault...

He was out of control.

He even wanted me
to give him half my shares.

So, when he attacked Emma...

Yes, that was the last straw

and your opportunity
because you could

try to pin the blame on Emma.

We didn't fall for your little trick.

And so, you pointed us
in the direction of David,

the former owner, the game master,

who was jealous of Luc.

It's funny, you're just like

the players who panic
when they feel trapped.

I always protected Clément.

It was the work he'd have done
if he'd been able to get out.

Who will look after him now?

Ah, I've already got Mom, I can't.

Look for the stone.

Help me...

I like it when they start to stress.

Yeah. They're doing fine, though.

But I feel like

the big guy is having more fun
than the little guy.

-Sorry...
-No, I'm sorry.

Marianne? Dave?

We need help! What are you doing!

I'm not saying anything.

I don't know
what they're trying to find.

It's there.

Ah, that's it?

Did he touch it?

It has to be turned four times.
It's a trap door.

CAPTAIN RONNIE FRANCO

CAPTAIN RONNIE FRANCO

Yves, I'm going to the archives.

I need to find a document.

Should I call Bastien
to get you a file?

No, don't bother. I need a walk.

SEEN AND TRANSMITTED,
CAPTAIN RONNIE FRANCO

Yes, Pastor, it's Marianne.

Say, would it be OK if we met in...

ten minutes?

Ten minutes?

That's pretty soon.

Because I found something and...

How to put it?

I have to tell you about it.

The bar where I saw you and Selma,

would that be OK?

Yes, how about...

How about in an hour?

Great. See you.

-Good, perfect. See you.
-OK.

The countdown is on, Captain.