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-Come on...

Boring...

I'm disgusted, I don't fit into anything anymore.

It was my favorite...

Hey! No... OK.

-Is the color cool on me?

-It's not bad.

I like it...

-Oh yeah.

Uh-oh! -The truth,

it's vulgar.

I'm so sorry.

No, no... No more bread?

I bought it yesterday!

-She did. She took your nail polish

and your false eyelashes.

-Okay, Afida.

The cup is full.

It's been 6 weeks, it's time for you to take your cliques...

-The return of karma... Karma returns.

-And your slaps and that...

that you're moving in Elliot's room.

-Huh?

-Yes, your bed...

is better.

-But... -She's our guest.

She'll end up

to break your back with this bed, so we're gonna...

-Let's get busy! The commander's on his way,

everything has to be perfect.

-Thanks for the Saturday call.

Do they get zapped on weekends?

-It's not an appropriate outfit.

-You're not getting into this. I'm fine with this top.

-I can see your... -It looks good on me.

-Okay, but get dressed, he's on his way.

Please. -Commander.

-Good day to you. -Commander.

-Ah, commandant. -How are things?

-Welcome back. -Welcome back.

-Hello, Morgane.

-Good afternoon.

Well, are you happy?

It's ugly.

Sigh

Here, show nothing. Hide it well.

Well...

There's one

who made us a Cloclo. -Cathy Barriot, 50 years old.

Hairdresser, no husband, one daughter.

Her neighbor found her. -Cause of death?

-We think electrocution.

We have the hair dryer.

-Er... OK.

I see marbles, one crushed.

An accident?

-Oh, no, you don't. Are you serious?

An accident...

This is anything but an accident, look at the balls.

They are all at the same distance.

You're going to tell me that it's chance

who dispatched them

when the jar fell over.

Well, no!

You're being taken in

by the rake effect! Well...

The rake effect, is a cognitive bias that makes

that we exaggerate the regularity of chance.

OK? -Yes.

-If you toss flip a coin

100 times, you think you've fallen

battery-operated about 1 time out of 2,

with the same regularity

than the rake's picks.

Heads, tails, tails, tails, tails.

Well, not at all! In real life,

chance, it's messier.

Yes, on average,

you'll come up heads or heads.

But the distribution of results

is different.

She looks like this.

OK?

So for bouboules, it's all the same.

Jean-Claude,

pass me the jar.

-No... -If chance

dispatched them, this would be it.

Here we are.

So the bouboules, someone placed them like this

to simulate an accident.

La Catoche was zigouillée.

Let's get to work!

-You see, Morgane hasn't changed.

-A little, anyway...

-Here's your menu.

The rest is coming. -THANK YOU.

-Sorry, you were looking forward to seeing the girl, but I was starving.

-No worries.

-Apart from that, you, the departure from the bank and all that?

You haven't been news lately.

-No.

-But you...

Do you still remember our last conversation?

You know, about the fact that I'm pregnant

and that... -Yes, all right.

Your baby joke. Very funny.

I almost believed it for 5 seconds, except we didn't sleep together.

-But, Karadec...

You don't remember, we were on LSD.

-Of course, LSD day.

Besides, it was April 1st. -I'm not kidding, okay?

Do you really remember anything?

We danced together.

We caressed trees, we made

the top.

No ? Anything?

-Wait, it's coming back to me. Yes, we slept together!

-Oh well! -Remember this,

we've ridden the unicorn to the rainbow.

-Here's the rest. -Thank you for your time.

Have a nice day. -Good day.

-(Boy, I can't take it anymore.)

Doorbell

Ooh!

So...

-Good afternoon.

-Good afternoon. -Commander Karadec,

PJ, Morgane Alvaro. -Hello, Morgane.

-Is Juliette Barriot there?

-Yes, she is, she's in the shower.

Juju! Juju sings the wedding march.

...

-I've just applied. -Great!

Hello.

-Hello... Who is it? What's going on?

-It's the police,

to talk to you. -Hi, there.

-Hello. -This is your mother.

-Yes.

What did she did she do?

-May we sit down?

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Did you have a good relationship? -Yes, we were.

She was all I had.

My father left when she was pregnant with me.

-Your last contact with her when was it?

-Last night.

I called her to tell her.

She was very happy. -Don't overdo it

either.

All you have are books self-help books.

What have we got? "Breaking out of family domination."

"Guide for parents

toxic."

And my favorite: "Maternal authority,

how to get rid of it?"

Excuse me for asking, but your calendar,

the only weekend booked elsewhere, is on his birthday.

You couldn't stand your darling.

I'm not blaming you, I know all about it.

-Were you in conflict with her?

-Yes. -Why do you ask?

-Because she had made advances.

-How?

-We can say that, can't we? We're not going to protect her.

-I'm not protecting her.

She sighs.

When I met Martin, Mom didn't approve.

She thought he was too shy, too...

-Stuck, too soft.

Not ambitious enough. -Yes.

-Then there was history in Sicily.

Flow

-Last summer, I...

I suggested to Mom that she come on a trip with us.

I wanted her to get closer to Martin,

to get to know get to know him.

I wasn't disappointed.

It was...

"Martin, can you put some sun cream?"

"Will you come with me shopping with me?"

Martin here, Martin there, she monopolized it.

And at the end of the journey...

-She came into the room when I was showering.

To offer me... -Here you go.

That's when I realized that Martin wasn't the problem.

No, it was me.

She couldn't stand that I was happy.

So yeah, I cut all ties.

That's right.

But I didn't kill her.

I wouldn't have killed my mother. It's stupid.

Last night, when you made me

your request, the 1st thing I did,

is to call him.

I wanted her to rejoice for me,

I wanted to be my mother.

She couldn't do it. She was too narcissistic.

-Hide, he'll finish.

-Gilles, I'm working.

-Go ahead.

Well...

-Daphne, excuse me. Little karma question,

pigeon, all that.

You know I've been graciously hosting for the past 6 weeks

a young woman

in distress. -No, I didn't know.

-Who cares? Well...

Let's say I want to fire her because she's abusive.

I keep all points

I've accumulated?

-Well, no. -Why not?

-You'll be starting from scratch, or worse. Besides, this is

the winter break. Find him an apartment.

Minimum one T4.

-A T4? -Minimum.

-She doesn't work.

-Never say never. You're doing great.

-I explained

that we only take emergencies.

It's on the 3rd floor.

I'll pass you the service.

Hello? No, it's not here. No, it's not there. She's screaming.

-Where is Jérôme 2 de tension? -He asked

4 weeks off.

The galley commissioner

to find a replacement.

Come on...

The banner!

Come on! -Yes, the banner.

-4, 3,

2, 1 !

Welcome back!

Whistle

-How far have we got?

-Er...

Well, I did some digging on his daughter.

She's not the culprit.

She was running to the hour of the crime.

The friend she was with remembers the time and place.

-Great, people who remember

things. Phone

-Forestier.

3 ?

All right. What kind of business? What kind of business?

Okay, thanks. That was the STP.

They found a DNA sample.

In the Fnaeg, it matches 3 cases.

-Are they sure?

-Yes, they do. They send me the files.

The victims are women from Lille and the surrounding area.

Their deaths were each time classified as accidents.

-Oh, fuck...

-Damn it, guys, we're dealing with a...

serial killer.

-Anybody home? -Yes, but you're across the street.

It's like like you're talking to me.

-Can you hear me? -Hello?

-Please. Hello.

Please be quiet.

Quiet, please. -I'm so sorry.

-If I brought you together,

is because a DNA sample in our victim shows

a match with the samples

of 3 cases. The coincidence is uncanny.

Don't jump to hasty conclusions.

-Excuse me, this is it, serial killer meeting?

-What do you think? -Yes, I think so.

-Have a seat. -OK.

-So, as I was saying, I'm counting on you

to avoid anything that might that might arouse the imagination.

-Thumb! Can you hear me?

Wow!

-Yes, yes. -Just a moment.

Hyper-important question: what do we call our psychopath?

If we don't take

the lead, the press will take care of it.

"The Hauts-de-France killer"... Sizzling

Tintin for a change. Hello?

-Let's leave the commander and the lieutenant

tell us the facts.

-Here's what we know. Emilie Levain, 32 years old,

found dead in her home, on October 14th.

Apparently, drug overdose.

No injuries, no forced entry, no witnesses.

-We could call it the Shadow of the North.

-Claire Noval, age 46,

found in her staircase

January 20.

It's also an accident.

-Or we can start on the accident.

Like the Accidenteur.

No, the Accident Commander!

Cough

-We have Mariam Ango, 19, found defenestrated

from his bedroom balcony, on February 17th.

We concluded it was suicide, then we validated

the accident theory.

-The Ch'ti psychopath.

-Yes!

-Or better... -Not bad!

Le Ch'ticopathe. Morgane laughs.

A blow on the table

-Finally, Cathy Barriot, electrocuted in her bath.

His death appeared accidental, but it was homicide.

Suspect DNA was

taken from their homes, but never from their bodies.

-Please, potential" victims.

At this stage, nothing can be said for certain

that they are homicides.

Dr Benzaoui? -Yes, of course.

I've studied the reports, the causes of death validate

the accident, but we can't rule out

the intervention of a third party. -The proc will refer the files to me.

-Warning, this seems premature.

-Ooh, I've got it!

Got it! The Saturday Killer.

-Morgane, that's enough.

-It slams!

-Today, there are no

nothing in common between these 4 files.

Saturday?

-Well, the dates.

October 14, January 20, February 17th...

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday. The Saturday Killer.

-Nothing in common, you said.

-All right, we'll request referral of cases.

I warn you, the budget is not unlimited.

No national call for witnesses, no systematic DNA testing.

We don't get carried away.

Phone

-I'm coming. Be right there.

(Don't move, I'm coming to get you.)

Come on.

All right, look, it's not complicated.

You sit there, answer the phone,

and you direct people. Come on, let's go!

Setting the scene. Madam, it's your turn.

Happy face.

-What are these for? -Good afternoon.

My bag has been stolen.

-You think it's me?

-What?

No, please! -Madame, the complaints,

is on the 3rd floor.

Thank you. Have a nice day.

Are you serious?

She doesn't blame you

for stealing it, you're the police!

You'll have to get started.

Come on, happy face. -You are?

-You're just in time. This is Afida,

the new of the reception.

-I have not validated

hiring.

-I've got you covered.

She is fully trained. Vibrator

Several stints to narcotics,

and the pompom of the pompom, 5 years' experience in prison.

In terms of CVs,

she's had it up to here.

...

It's his childhood dream, this job. Phone

-You need a psychocriminologist. -Good,

are you picking up? -Police nationale, please.

-Mr. Prosecutor. He's here now.

The criminologist, we don't have the budget.

-Pot downstairs? How much a gram?

No, it's theft.

-I asked the STP to re-examine the crime scene

so we don't miss something.

Samuel, hello.

How are you?

-Good. -Thank you

to come for a weekend.

You know the ones. -Special Agent Alvaro, FBI.

-We know each other, you pollute

my crime scenes.

Give me 5 minutes for the file

and I'm all yours. -All right, then.

According to his daughter,

Cathy wouldn't have let a stranger in.

Either he broke in, or she knew him.

-Karadec? -Yes.

-Have a look. -What's the matter?

-Monday, monday. La la.

La la la la. La la.

La.

La la la la.

La la.

Finally! Don't you remember?

-The shorter the better. the best.

-I mean it! Make an effort to remember.

-Okay, I believe you. -Ah, still.

-I can see you're not kidding.

You hallucinated. We took LSD.

At the time, you were fragile,

in the midst with Timothy.

I'm a masculine figure figure,

your imagination got carried away.

Shall we?

-OK, your DNA has been taken on 3 surfaces

with papillary traces.

We have a 1st sample here, on this radiator.

-We're dealing a serial killer.

Howling

OK. If it had been a hallucination,

how would I know you were wearing black underwear?

-I don't know, it's the color of 50% of men's underwear.

Sorry, we're listening.

-We have a sample on this glass. Turn on the light,

please. -Yes.

He screams.

A woman screams.

-OK, well done on the underpants.

But how would I know

that you have a mole on your right groin?

-You saw me in the shower. You came in without knocking.

-The last spot

he touched.

-The boiler.

Why the boiler?

The water in the glass is cloudy. Radiator drain?

Maybe it's a heating engineer who enters without violence.

-He's not a heating engineer.

He's just pretending.

Take a look, it was by the bed.

It's brand new, it's got the price on it.

It's hers.

The guy disguises himself as a heating engineer.

I swear to God, the guy is super creepy.

He has the intelligence of the Zodiac killer,

and the barbarity of Jack the Ripper.

I've got to get my hands on him before he strikes

next Saturday. Can you imagine the pressure?

Hey, anybody home? -Hello?

-Are you with me or what? -Yeah, the pressure's on.

-Oh yeah, right... OK.

Say, Afida, where are we with the research?

apartment? -After the reception, I died.

-I'm dead. No, but...

You can tell she's not running

after a psychopath. -Well, no.

-We don't realize:

getting inside the head of a monster, is no mean feat.

I may have after-effects.

Hey! But I... Oh, boring!

If you sleep with her, you're out of here.

-You mean me? -Yes, you.

-Oh! -Oh!

-Not the type.

-Ludo, you're helping me

stretching? -OK.

-Go ahead, he's running. You don't limp anymore?

-Are you okay? You look stressed.

-Well. -What's wrong with Super Poulet?

-Well, no, well, bof.

He has a memory of a goldfish.

Okay, we were drugged,

but to forget... It's a bit vexing.

-You know what?

We're going to give you a little massage.

We'll take good care of you. -Oh, is that right?

Too good!

Feet!

Also feet, the feet!

Go ahead, a little to the right.

Oh, yeah, here's the thing.

Ouch! What's wrong?

What's the matter with you?

-We need to take your blood for a paternity test.

-Right? -Yes,

you're due in 3 months.

You need alimony. -And the spit

fathers. David, okay.

Is there any way you could ask Timothée and Karadec?

-You're even worse than my psychopath!

I'm not going to ask them to spit there.

One thinks I'm an erotomaniac,

and the other thinks I made it all up.

Give me that. -Or hair?

It's for my classes. -Shoo!

I don't want to see you anymore. Geez...

Phone

...

Oh, boy...

...

Hello?

Distorted voice *-Hello, beautiful.

What are you doing Saturday? -Damn, it's him!

He's my serial killer. Call Karadec.

Hello... So...

Saturday? Ah bah...

Hang on a sec, I'm looking for my diary,

stay on the line. *-Don't try to trace the call.

We have a rendezvous, you and I, with death!

Machiavellian laughter

Laughter

-You're idiots! ...

There's a serial killer on the loose and you're laughing!

5 years of mental age!

Oh dear, really, I'm not getting any help!

-Hello and welcome. We welcome Commissioner Charni of the OCRVP

and Captain Florentin, from the Nanterre cold cases.

And of course, Mr. Prosecutor,

who joins us

given what's at stake.

I'll leave you to attack.

-Thank you. At this stage,

the killer is believed to be posing as a heating engineer.

Not least because of

of this brand-new tool

at the crime scene. -Yes!

I'm the one who discovered it. How did you find out?

I put myself in the killer's head

and then... -We contact

all the local retailers that sell

this model.

We hope to identify a suspect. -We hope to identify a suspect.

Good work. Commissioner,

do you have a profile?

I can imagine

that you called a criminologist?

It has served us well

in the case of the of the Lys.

-Yes, of course.

For the sake of discretion,

I asked someone in-house,

but the profile is almost complete. Right, Lt Vandraud?

-Hm?

-Lieutenant Vandraud underwent training

in psychocriminology in 2021.

He volunteered. The floor is yours.

-After that, it was more a one-week initiation.

-A week in which you finished 1st.

Congratulations. You were happy

an opportunity

to make the the cost of this course.

-Can you share your insights?

-Well... sure.

Of course.

Hm... Given

the criminal scenario

and the statistical predominance of people

female victims, I can tell you

with certainty that we are dealing with a...

to a man.

-This is what the DNA indicates. Phone

What's next?

-Yes, Daphne.

-Ah...

We should wait. -OK.

Great. Great, thanks.

The suspect used his credit card

to pay for the key. We have a name.

Nervous laugh, sigh

-Mademoiselle.

-Yes?

-Uh, excuse me, do we know each other?

-No.

-Are you from the neighborhood? -Yes, we are.

-FBI! Don't move!

-Morgane!

Police! -Hands up, behind your back,

on the hood! The road ends here for you, bro.

Don't do anything stupid, the choppers are coming.

Sirens -Morgane,

step back!

Hands on the hood. -Why do you ask?

-Simon Vial?

-Yes.

-Well, well, well, what am I discovering?

-You are in police custody as part of an investigation

on Mrs. Barriot. -What about her?

But I didn't do anything!

-Karadec.

-Do you recognize this this woman?

Cathy Barriot. -No, it's not.

Why?

-We found your your key

at home.

You bought it on Tuesday,

with other tools.

Work clothes, ropes.

A retired insurer needs this?

-It's not

what you believe. -Sorry about that.

The prosecutor wants to be there

to profile the suspect.

Oh yeah...

-The D.A.? -Yeah.

-He's an expert in criminology, Gilles ?

-It was Gilles or Morgane.

-Wait, stop, thumb.

I have to take notes.

Scoot over. -I'll move.

-OK, that's it.

What's up? Karadec sighs.

-Gilles, can you start? -If you like.

-Please, go ahead. -OK.

-Good morning, Monsieur Vial. -Hello, Mr. Vial.

-Er... What could could we say to each other?

Your mother.

Do you get on well with her?

-Yes, very good.

-Ah, OK. OK...

Are you sure?

-Well, yes. -Er...

Do you happen to have another mother figure

in your entourage, like...

an older sister or aunt a little bossy?

-No.

-I yawned.

He didn't yawn. He has no empathy.

a psychopath.

I folded the game! That's right!

-We didn't yawn either.

-Gilles, you, it's not the same.

OK, another test.

He's a guy who'll

at the funeral of his mother.

He meets a chick,

then kills her father. But why?

It's infallible. What do you think?

What's up? Well?

-You were at Cathy's, Saturday morning.

We saw you.

-She's your wife!

She's a castrator.

You let off steam elsewhere.

-OK.

OK, that's it, you've got me.

I've always had impulses.

Sometimes I take action.

I spot a woman...

in the street or in a store.

I'm obsessed with her until...

I can't stop.

-How many women?

-About fifteen.

Well...

More counting those with whom it didn't work out.

-Oh, for crying out loud... Whispers

-You admit to killing Cathy Barriot,

Mariam Ango,

Claire Noval,

Emilie Levain? -Wait, what are you talking about?

-Women you kill pretending to be a heating engineer!

-But I didn't kill anyone, at last!

The heating engineer, was with Cathy.

She loved role-playing games.

Is she dead?

-Are you saying that Cathy was your lover?

-Yes, for a few months now.

Nothing serious, but we got along in bed.

For weeks, she'd been pestering me with her fantasy

heating engineer, so I invested in some equipment.

But I got to her place yesterday, and she kicked me out.

It frustrated me, but to kill her...

No, no, I don't know them, all these chicks.

-Would you agree a DNA test?

-All the tests you want, I didn't do it.

You won't tell my wife?

-Yes,

pass it to me.

Is there any margin for error?

Shit...

Okay, fine.

It was the lab. Suspect's DNA

does not match

to that of crime.

-He has no connection with the victims. -He doesn't?

It's weird,

yawning works every time.

It's scientific.

-And the other 3 murders? -Witnesses at the time

nothing, but I may have a new victim.

Emma Perrin, 29, disappeared on Friday, April 15, 2022.

She was driving to Arras.

-Well...

Guys, Friday! He's not our type.

-It doesn't fit with the others.

Are you sure? -The teams in charge

investigation concluded a voluntary disappearance.

His car was near a station, but the PTS

took blood samples from the passenger compartment, and it matched

with DNA. -2022.

More than a year before the other murders.

-This woman would be

a victim

older? -Perhaps its first.

-I'm going to pee.

Yes, that... -Daphne,

send me the file?

-We're gonna get fried. -What the hell are you doing here?

-Er...

We make a selective sorting for the school.

-I said no to the DNA test. Are you blocked?

You didn't bother Timothée with this?

-We're not stupid,

he doesn't talk to you anymore.

So we delegated.

-What do you mean, "delegate"?

Vibrator

...

Sigh

Vibrator

...

-Morgana, stop calling. *-Yes,

I know you don't want to talk to me anymore,

but listen.

-Cuckoo! He screams.

*-Hello? Timothy?

-Please calm down.

I've got money.

-Put the lady on. Can you hear me?

-Spit in there.

-What's up? -Spit it out!

He spits.

-It's not subtle, but he won't know it's you.

-Stop bothering Morgane, otherwise, couic !

*-Timothy?

Stealing saliva from your customer?

I'm tracking a serial killer, it's not all I have to do.

Morgane is a common name, in the 35-50 age group.

So it proves nothing.

Hello?

Hello?

(Oh, shit...)

He filed a complaint

against me. Are you happy?

-She made me do it.

-Shut up, you.

-She made us!

-Of course... -Are you serious?

I just wanted to help.

-I don't need your help.

And that's what,

this fixation on the baby's father?

I manage. -You don't,

you're afraid of the result.

You'd like Super Chicken, but he doesn't care.

If you go on,

this kid won't have a father.

You're on your own,

I don't care.

It's none of my business, I don't care.

-Shall I throw it away?

-Shut the fuck up.

(Shut up...)

-It was Friday. Emma had gone to her parents'.

For their birthday

marriage.

She wanted to surprise them.

-According to the report,

you never saw Emma again. -Yes, I haven't.

-The next day, Leo called us.

Emma hadn't arrived.

We didn't know she was coming. -We've already told you all about it.

Don't you have anything new?

Have you found her yet?

-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to to give you false hope.

We have no news.

We are working on an investigation that may have a link

with your daughter. -What kind of girl?

-A serial killer!

Yeah! Morgane laughs.

Why didn't you say so?

-We don't know for sure. Identical DNA

to that of the time appeared

on several other surveys.

-I knew something had happened to him. to her.

Your colleagues repeated that she had disappeared deliberately,

but she wouldn't do that.

Never. And they, instead of looking for her,

they are... -We don't know what happened.

-I understand it's difficult. I can't guarantee

that we'll do better, but we'll try.

Shall we take it from the top?

Where was Emma last seen last seen?

Recognize it?

We're trying to understand. She has disappeared

April 15, 2022.

In this video, she took some gas here.

This is her last sign of life. -Sorry, doesn't ring a bell.

-Are you sure? -I can.

have the key to the toilet?

Morgana yawns.

-I hadn't finished

with my questions. Stop yawning.

-But it's infallible! You've never seen a series?

Thank you.

Yawn

What was I saying? Infallible!

-And the key is a test for sociopaths?

-No, it's because because I have to pee.

She wasn't alone.

-What do you mean?

-She wasn't alone.

Have a look. -Yes.

-Rewind the video. -OK.

-There, there! -Yes.

-She pays full price. Afterwards,

she asks for for the bathroom key.

The saleswoman hands him keys with a wooden key ring.

Now, the key to the ladies' room has a hooked frog.

The wooden one,

it's the guys.

So?

-Was she accompanied with a man?

She left alone.

She picked someone up on the way. -A hitchhiker.

A hitchhiker.

It's a psychopathic thing to do. -And then some,

on the other video, we see the men's room.

Oh, fuck...

Okay, so she picked up a man before the gas station.

So on this road.

-It is limited to

at 110km/h.

She lives

like that.

We're here.

-There, yes. -What's up?

50 kilometers, max. It should have taken 30 minutes.

She doubled it. Why did she do that?

-OK, why did she avoid the national highway?

-Because it was closed.

-How's that? -Take a look.

There's a town: Ligny-sur-Canche.

The Canche is a river and the main road passes below.

That evening,

it was raining, considering his raincoat.

So?

-They blocked the road, and she had to make a detour.

She took that route. "Yes. Yes."

Did I say something wrong? -No, you didn't.

-You're laughing. -I'm not laughing.

-Well, yes. -But...

-What?

-It's just that... -Just what?

-You look just like as...

-What? -When well...

When...

Now you know what I mean.

That's all there is to it. -We have to stop with this.

You're heavy.

I have asked you to set certain limits.

You agreed.

-I'm so sorry. -It's okay. It's okay.

-My mistake. That was a bad joke.

-If she took this route, where did she take

a hitchhiker?

What's this, this building?

Do you recognize this individual?

-Sounds like Jonathan, one of our agents.

Are you here for Géraldine?

He's not mean. -For Geraldine?

-Nothing, just a little accident. -Tell me about it.

-He followed her out of the factory.

Yawn

... -I'm exhausted!

Do you like riddles?

He's a guy who's going to his mother's funeral.

No, a chick, and on the way,

he meets his father... His mother. -Who's dead?

-No one! No one! I'll call my colleague.

He's coming... -Watch out!

It's dangerous.

-Police! Scream

We've received the results of the comparison.

Your DNA matches that found in all the victims.

-There's an explanation. *-Certainly.

Logic would dictate that you were there when they died.

Claire Noval.

Emilie Levain.

Mariam Ango.

Cathy Barriot.

-I don't know these ladies.

-Let's say so. Where were you on Saturday?

-I was at home.

-Can anyone testify to this?

-No, no one.

I was alone, asleep.

-All day?

-I was looking after my father, on weekends, but he died.

When I'm not at the factory, I sleep.

-Let's talk about the factory.

A colleague complained about you.

You would have followed her after work.

She got scared, crossed the road and almost got run over.

-Géraldine.

I didn't want to scare her, I just wanted to talk to her.

-Talk to him?

What?

-I don't know.

She seemed nice.

-She seemed nice. *-Are you attracted to her?

-He must have thought that when he saw me,

and he wanted zigouiller me!

-Ssh! Morgana, shh!

-And she's Emma Perrin. A video proves

that she picked you up.

Neither does she, don't you recognize her?

-Ah...

Yes.

I remember.

I was on my way home from the factory, there were no more buses

and he was dragging hard.

She was sweet.

-She disappeared that evening. Her body was never found.

What did did you do with it?

-I did what who?

She gave me a lift and dropped me off at my place, that's all.

-Look, Gilles, look at the evil in his eyes!

-You're going to make us miss the confession!

-What about your blood in his car?

-I must have had a nosebleed.

It's the medication given to me

after dad died who do this.

-Oh, boy...

Oh, no...

I'm disgusted!

-Now what?

-Of what? You were right, it's not

a serial killer.

-What do you mean? -Well, no,

have a look.

The guy sweats

like a pig there.

Take a look, it's all wet.

He sweats, he sweats.

His moustache is sweating.

I imagine it's

an effect of the medication he's taking.

-He sweats, so what?

-So what?

He works in a cosmetics cosmetics factory.

He packs wipes and cotton buds.

Like those used by the PTS uses at crime scenes.

I imagine that in his position, he puts

gloves, but the way he sweats,

he must have sponged himself, and bim,

he contaminated a batch with his DNA.

It ended up in the PTS briefcase.

And there you have it.

Then our imagination did the rest.

-You are saying

it has contaminated a sampling kit?

Your story

of the Saturday killer,

what would be the explanation? -This...

Nothing to see here. The guy at PTS is Jewish.

-Watch out!

-Your buddy Samuel who makes

samples was not there

Saturday morning. He joined us.

He came on foot and didn't touch the switch.

-Switch on. -So,

it's shabbat.

So, Saturday,

he is replaced.

It's this guy who has the contaminated batch.

-The investigators were right, the deaths were accidental?

-Yes, apart from Cathy Barriot.

I assure you, she was killed.

Besides,

we should refocus on her,

because we've spread ourselves too thin. -It's true, it's true, it's true.

Hubbub -From the beginning,

that calls for caution? ...

hubbub, shouting

-You said something a serial killer.

-I listened to the facts.

Your STP uses contaminated batches. -My STP?

-Your STP. -How far along are you?

of your real estate research? -Just a moment.

-What are you doing? -Just listen,

someone left an old cardboard box.

I sell everything. I have plenty of buyers.

-An old cardboard box?

This is the seal of our victim!

Put it away, before anyone sees it.

No wonder that you have plenty of customers!

An antique

at 5 bullets! -But no...

-The manufacturer of this lighter has created a

to get fans amateurs.

My father was one.

Dots, Roman numerals corresponding

one year of production.

Get it? Him, for example,

it has 2 anti-slashes, so it dates from 86.

-So I can get more out of it?

-You can't sell the seals.

Otherwise, I would have done it already. Range, we're going to get caught.

No need for that...

Oh, fuck, it's the Lannisters!

It's the Lannisters!

Karadec, come on! -What's up?

-Oh, oh, oh, yeah! Okay, Cathy,

our victim, her daughter said she wanted

that she's leaving Martin. -Yes.

-Not because she couldn't see see him, but to spare them

bullshit.

This lighter, do you see the logo? -Yes, I see it.

-It's the box

de Martin, "Vallès et Fils import."

The company offers them to the right customers.

What the hell was he doing at Cathy's? the lighter?

Perhaps it was the son-in-law who gave it to Cathy.

-Ha ha! I thought of that too,

but it's from 86, have a look.

It's written all over his ass. Martin was still

in her diapers.

Comme la boîte s'appelle Vallès et fils,

I concluded that the person who offered it was the boss.

It was...

It was...

Damn, I had a final effect...

Ah, fuck...

-Do you recognize this lighter?

-No.

-It was in a box, at Cathy's house.

Are you sure?

This is your company logo.

The company your father founded in the '80s.

Cathy would have had, 35 years ago, an affair with a married man.

She got pregnant, but he refused

recognize the child.

They separated and she cut off all contact with him.

This child, a girl, is Juliette.

The lover is your father.

We checked,

at the time of the crime, Juliette was jogging.

You had 46 minutes to get to your mother-in-law's house,

and kill her.

-When Juliette went for a run,

I was on cloud nine.

We were getting married, I was so happy...

And then Cathy called, and asked me to come over.

I thought...

that she wanted reconcile

or offer a family ring for Juliette.

It's done.

Once at home,

she showed me a photo of herself with my father.

She told me, just like that,

that I couldn't marry Juliette

because she was my sister.

And that's all. For her,

it was over, I had to leave her.

I told him I couldn't,

than Juliette, is the woman of my life.

I'm in love with her, we're getting married, that's all.

Then she started to repeat over and over:

"You can't, you can't.

Can you believe it? You can't marry your sister."

So I pushed her to stop her talking.

...

Groans

...

-Damn it, Ludo!

-What have have I done?

...

She screams.

Morgane and Gilles shout.

-Wait! Wait! Wait! Morgana, no!

No, no, no, no!

...

-Your colleagues have repeated

that she had disappeared voluntarily,

but she wouldn't do that.

-I'm off.

-OK. -Bravo for Vallès' confession.

-Thank you for your time. -We'll get the hang of it.

-Almost.

We don't know what happened to Emma Perrin.

-Transmets

the elements in Arras.

-OK. -Good night, guys.

-Good night.

Kisses

Morgane laughs.

Shit...

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