No rigors and the body is still warm. She's been dead for two hours at most.
Got hit? - No doubt. She's full.
Due to the skull injury, she died instantly.
Guilty death and drive on. -Well, the tire tracks are like this...
but also so. - He ran over her again?
Chest depressed, both legs broken: She's been run over twice.
Continue driving. - Are you understaffed today?
How so? - Is your advisor on strike?
I sent a message. No idea. -What do you know about her?
I found this in her purse. Pauline Garcia, age 24.
No eyewitnesses surely? - Yes. Well, almost.
She found the body.
Okay, I'll see you back at the station later.
Are you talking to her? Thank you, doctor. -You're welcome.
Celine, wait.
How's the man I shot?
I haven't heard anything about that. And let's keep it that way.
Don't stir the shit. Your conscience is your business.
Yes, I know I'm late.
You don't believe it. A refrigerated truck blocked the place.
He says 'ten minutes'. You know me, I kept calm and said:
You're gone in 30 seconds, or I'll pick up.
I know I can't pick anyone up, but I was so happy to say.
Not now, Morgane.
What a good dog.
I always leave Gatsby out early, when no one is there yet. I live behind this.
Didn't you see anything strange, even though it was getting dark?
That doesn't matter much to me.
Sorry. stupid. - Does not matter. I'm used to it.
As I walked down the street to the canal, I heard a car in the distance.
And then nothing more. It was a long way off, but he was accelerating hard.
It's a one-way street, so he passed you as he drove away.
Present and confident... Are you in charge?
Emilie Buisson. - Commander Karadec, research.
Commander. - Pleasant.
The car did not pass me. The sound was suddenly gone.
Maybe he was just left behind.
That blind man was right. The car did not pass her.
The sound was gone as he drove into the canal.
Unbelievable. There is something beautiful and terrifying at the same time.
"The Angels' Parking Lot."
Gilles, can you arrange a tap?
We're going to the victim's house.
Thank you.
Pauline skated at a high level? -She had qualified for the Games.
I was so proud of her. - I understand that.
And she lived here?
She had little time to build a life.
And I believe she didn't want to leave me alone.
And her mother?
She passed away from cancer a long time ago.
Then there were two of us. -Didn't she have a boyfriend?
She said that was for later when she stopped skating.
Excuse me.
Antidepressants. It wasn't going well for her.
That's Gilles.
Ja, Gilles?
I ran the license plate and you'll never guess.
The car belongs to the victim. The key is still there.
Was she killed in her own car?
Did she leave by car this morning?
No idea. I don't even know if she had an appointment.
Do you use it too, that car? -I do not have a driver's license.
'Car keys' plural. Is there another key?
Yes, but it should hang there.
Not so.
That is true. She had loaned it to Iris last month.
Her trainer. Her car was broken. Definitely forgot to give it back.
Okay thank you.
You can do it, girls. -We're in the Olympic squad.
Like Pauline Garcia? -He didn't make the selection.
How so? I saw your prize cabinet. She won everything the last five years.
We are not about selection. - Who then?
Iris Beauchamps?
Hello Miss.
Commander Karadec, criminal research.
I regret to inform you that Pauline Garcia has passed away.
What happened? - She was run over by her own car.
Sorry. - Of course.
I accompanied her for fifteen years. Pauline was like a sister to me.
You only see a champion like this once every ten years.
She gave everything, with conviction, everything she had.
How do I tell this to the girls?
Karadec, look.
Gaaf, is it?
Say, why did you kick Pauline off the roster?
We had a little disagreement. But Pauline understood.
Nonsense.
Small disagreement? Big fight. You threw your skate at her.
Look. That display has been replaced. Maybe two days ago.
Here old kit, old display case. And there new kit, new display case.
And what is that there, the scratch on the picture?
Exactly the tip of a figure skate, with those teeth.
Or it's an axe. Or a nihonto.
Do you like Japanese swords? No, I think it was your skate.
We did argue. She just wasn't good enough anymore.
It had been going wrong for months. No motivation at all and a chaotic life.
She had paint on everything.
Gone were your chances of a medal. -She destroyed herself.
It drove me crazy. - So crazy you ran her over?
Pauline's father says you had a key to her car. May I see that?
Where were you this morning before eight o'clock? -Here. Like every morning from six o'clock.
Just ask the concierge. - I will do.
I may have a big mouth...
but I would never do anything to Pauline.
Good. Thank you. Are you coming, Morgane?
Are we going to talk about my skating skills?
Okay, just about work.
What do we know?
Not the coach's key was in the car, but her own.
So how did the killer get it?
Are you out of your mind? - Then answer.
I'm listening.
Why didn't you go to that concert?
You didn't even reply to my message.
I still had a lot of overdue work and I heard your message too late.
Was it fun?
Yes, it was amazing. You missed something.
Will you join us? - No, I'll take the bus.
Mom, look. I know how the Egyptians got those stones on their pyramids.
Bye, darlings.
You wouldn't come back until tomorrow, wouldn't you? Or not?
They were tired of the slides and they missed you.
Mom, where's my Tortoiseshell Sarcophagus?
Well, your embalming technique isn't quite you yet.
I put him outside the window because he started to smell.
What are you doing?
Your sink was clogged. Not anymore.
How sweet. Wait, I'll give you a clean shirt.
Ludo, are you sending those pictures from the Aquablister? Charlie wants to see them.
Hey, how was it?
Very nice. - Cool.
You've lost a lot of weight. -I have to take care of myself a bit.
I can go with Eliott's teacher on Monday. -Oh yeah. What does she want now?
We had bought it at Camping La Marmotte. Did you keep it?
I like him. - All right, I'm going.
Won't you stay? - I can't tonight.
That pediatrician? -Yes. I'll be babysitting tomorrow morning.
Kisses, children. See you tomorrow. - Yes, kisses.
Everything good at work?
Yes, prima.
Do you want cheese? - Yes Nice. Thank you.
So just 'yes, fine'? No more?
Yes, I'm fine.
Look at this. Miss Laurine has accepted your invitation.
Are you on dating apps again? - No.
What's there then?
So yes. So what? - What about Morgana?
What's wrong with Morgan? -I thought that would be more than a dinner party.
It clicks between you, right?
I'll explain it to you.
Because of her I have broken the code of criminal procedure 32 times.
I shot someone and lied to my best colleague.
So in terms of click it could be better.
Are you looking for someone who sorts her underwear by color?
Who folds gift wrap and closes her apps every day?
Where the cloth is parallel to the table that is perpendicular to the sofa?
Yes, yes.
I want a woman who is a bit normal.
No danger to society. - Yeah, watch out.
Then you better go safe.
What was Pauline doing there on her own?
Far from her house and the ice rink, in that deserted place.
According to her phone, she got there at five in the morning.
Then there are no buses. She came by car.
Section showed no defensive injuries, so how did the unsub stole her keys?
Maybe they knew each other, or did they meet?
Or an appointment. Did her call log yield anything strange?
Almost only phone calls with her father or her trainer.
But one unknown number she called at 11:55 p.m., before her death.
Strange. At that time, only call someone you know well.
What is the number? - 0639989645.
The number you have dialed is not in service.
This song belonged to Sylvain Dubois from Saint-Omer.
What do you know about him? -Born in '86, sound engineer...
and died four months ago. Run over by a car.
Karadec. Good morning.
You're too late. - I know. But...
I have no baby, no teenager, no dog. So good day, right?
Where are you going?
Okay, I don't even get an answer.
This is unbelievable.
There is no connection between the victims.
Pauline Garcia has never been to Saint-Omer.
No mutual friends, no working relationship. She didn't know him.
Still, she called him before she was killed.
I don't mean to be rude, but I think you're missing something.
You're doing shit. -And you are the sunshine in the house.
Next turn left onto the D928 and follow it for 74 km.
Arrival in one hour and 27 minutes.
Rebecca Weill?
He was a DJ for 15 years and played in clubs in the region.
And parties, weddings and birthdays.
Do you know where he went that day?
To a couple who wanted to hire him for their wedding.
And he went to that appointment by car?
And his car?
The gendarmes said it was stolen. And that was probably his death.
Sylvain was crazy about cars.
I think he tried to stop the thief, but he drove on.
Are you saying that your husband was run over with his own car?
That's what the gendarmes think.
He has been dead for four months and the perpetrator has still not been found.
Sorry, she just keeps crying. What is it?
I'm trying a trick that works really well for me.
Awesome. - White noise. Vacuum cleaner, hair dryer, faucet...
Don't ask me why.
Mrs. Weill?
Do you know this young woman?
She tried to call Sylvain just before her death.
And she was also run over with her own car.
What? Do you think she and my husband were run over by the same?
That could be.
Welcome to the Smurfs.
Day. - Day.
Karadec, Lille detective. We're coming for Captain Tardieu.
That's right. Will you join us?
Sorry, I don't know.
Did you have witnesses in the Sylvain Dubois case?
No witnesses. We only have surveillance footage.
Well, come on then.
Morgane, your buttocks. - What about that?
Well happy, sir?
It's not exactly busy there.
He waits there for half an hour and drives off again.
And that couple he was dating?
Nothing in his call history. And we've checked all his messages and emails.
I don't think he had an appointment.
And we have this.
Poor lad.
Do you have any footage of where his car was?
I have no more.
It was a rocky area. The thief broke into his car and ran him over.
Can you rewind that first video?
Over there.
That runner runs into him.
His keys were also stolen. It's that runner.
Moment.
Gilles, will you let that blind woman come?
Ask if there was a runner at the canal the day of Pauline's death.
Keep me informed.
Well, I bet the DJ's car is here.
How do you do that? - No idea.
He was run over 100 meters from the intersection D228 and D219. Here.
And we know the unsub throws his murder weapon into the water.
And where can that be done nearby? Here, in the canal.
Unbelievable. If you didn't do it to steal the car, why did you?
Double murder. There must be a connection, we just don't know what yet.
Daphne, write down. Charlie Sierra 064 Juliette Foxtrot.
Is that Sylvain Dubois' car? Our second victim.
Super. Thank you. It is indeed the car of Dubois.
Can you open the trunk?
And? Did you find any traces?
After four months, there are no more prints or DNA.
We're doing our job, but I don't think we'll find anything.
Wait, can I have a look?
Captain?
Thank you. Karadec, look: Gloves.
Sure enough, Pauline and Sylvain had been given the same card.
Morgan, gloves.
Do you know that place? Saint-Benoît Abbey?
No, doesn't tell me anything. - Are you sure?
Sorry. - Of course.
Deule quay Saturday 6 o'clock
Saturday, the day of Pauline's death. Sent in Lille, no sender.
The killer gave them an appointment with death.
What a wonderful thing.
Come on.
Before you found the victim, did you meet a runner?
Doesn't tell me anything, no.
Wait, yes. But that was a little earlier.
I always walk along the canal and back with Gatsby.
On the way there someone ran past. - Where about?
At the beginning of the street, at the bus stop.
Bye, Commander. Now you come again unannounced.
Sorry. So you ran into a runner at the bus stop?
Did you notice anything about that person? No matter how insignificant it may seem?
Light step, regular breathing. - Woman or man?
I do not know. Average stature.
Yes. He listened to music. He had earphones in.
Could you hear what kind of music?
Rock, I believe.
And I had the idea that it was French speaking.
And further? A scent perhaps?
When he walked by, I smelled a bit of a sweat.
Mixed with, I don't know, something sweet.
And I heard something liquid in a bottle.
Maybe he was carrying soda or an energy drink.
Anything else?
Thanks. Do you record her statement?
Alvaro, get a babysitter. It's going to be a long day.
Once again, I'll put it on paper.
They both got the same card.
The handwriting is illegible on this one...
but presumably that is also an agreement.
So the unsub lets them come and kills them ice cold.
Out of revenge? - Could be.
But why did they both go there?
We do not know.
Does that abbey have anything to do with it?
I want to go there and see. - Fine. Go ahead.
We can't go on like this, Céline.
You clearly blame me. Tell.
Okay, do you want to know? Yes, I blame you.
And not just a little. You lied to me outright.
Ever since I've been chief, I've only had enemies.
You can always count on me... - Stop it.
You were the only one I could rely on.
Now I know what it's like to be alone.
It's party time in the abbey. -Morgane, please hold back.
Come on, Karadec. A little relaxed.
May I?
Day. - I'm with the inspector. I have to...
Morgane... - Nice. Take it with you.
Pastor Fakelberg? I called you.
You are that couple getting married in September? That appointment wasn't until six, wasn't it?
That's right. Yes, we are.
We burn with desire to unite in the love of God.
Laat me them.
Commander Karadec, looking for Lille.
Do you know this person? -I'm not very good at faces.
Not? - No.
And this guy?
Eternally merciful God, the sacred heart of Your Son is our bliss.
That's a prayer candle.
Question: Do you bless a lot of marriages? -About twenty a year.
For real? Good business, I say.
Can we see the registry? -This year's is behind you.
Perfect.
Pastor? - moment.
Thank you.
What are you doing? - I'm looking for something.
You just have no idea what. -Oh, you of little faith.
This is what Pauline Garcia had with the abbey. Read on.
7 juli. Bruno Beauchamps...
marries Iris Moustier, the trainer. - Continue.
Witness: Pauline Garcia. Pauline was here for a wedding.
Now to find out what connects her to Sylvain Dubois.
Jesus, Mary, Joseph, thank you. He sees the light.
Do you know him?
Yes. That was the DJ at our wedding. Sylvain. I don't know his last name.
Dubois. He kept chatting through that microphone.
And we said we didn't want that.
Did he talk to Pauline that night?
I do not believe it.
That DJ did his job and we danced and laughed.
And there was a lot of drinking. -And a hangover the next morning...
A whole box of Alka-Seltzer went through it.
Did Pauline go home alone or with someone?
I do not know.
Any idea what time she left? -There you ask me something.
But she wasn't there when we watched the sunrise.
And the DJ? - We had it booked until four o'clock.
What kind of car did he have? -A beige Mustang from 1972.
For real? - I thought he was beautiful.
We talked about cars for a while. Nice guest.
Except for his swaggering through the microphone.
Isn't that so?
There are 2000 of them.
On?
Wedding, huh? The groom was overjoyed and the bride in the clouds.
Pauline looks beautiful. - They left together.
Pauline and Sylvain left together. Look, this is the beginning of the evening.
Pauline is always with Iris. model witness.
Only attention to her friend.
It will be later. And there she attracts the attention of the DJ.
Then she is dancing with her hair loose in all the photos towards the DJ.
She likes him, but nothing happens yet. And then she goes to get cocktails.
And who is the DJ there ogling? To our artist.
And then it goes off. Hook up and participate.
With the groom as a DJ.
Pauline and Sylvain left together.
So that.
You think what I think. Or not? -Tell me, Alvaro. What do I think?
Rebecca, the DJ's wife, was pregnant at the time of the wedding.
And he cheats. Chic or not?
It's a motive. But why take revenge after all this time?
And who says she knew? - She knew.
All right, do your thing. What am I overlooking?
Rebecca's name is not Dubois but Weill.
They were not married. -But their daughter's name is Manon Weill.
They broke up when the kid came?
And Rebecca didn't want the father to report the girl.
If that's not a grudge, then what is?
Okay, let's go there.
You have no alibi for your partner's murder.
I was at home with my daughter.
And the Tuesday morning of Pauline Garcia's death?
Also. - No witness either?
Did you know that Sylvain was cheating on you?
What? Not at all. - Stop.
I swear. - You lie even worse than my son.
What did you find? A hair? Perfume? A text message?
No idea what you're talking about. -How about panties?
An earring. - Of course.
He loved that pimp. I found an earring under the passenger seat.
What did he say? - That it was nothing. Again.
I was sick of it. I was heavily pregnant and left him.
Yet you got back together. - Months after birth.
He did his best. - But it was stronger than you:
The jealousy, the fear of repetition, and then you sent him this card.
No, I've never seen that map. And neither does that girl. Do you think I...
Why did he trade his beloved Mustang for a worthless car?
He is not sold. He's in the shed.
Has he been here long? -It's been broken for a while.
But the repair was too expensive.
And that windshield? How did that happen? -I do not know.
Not?
Otherwise he's doing just fine.
What? Sylvain said he wouldn't start again.
Do you want to close the door? I want it to be dark.
Morgane, turn it off.
On?
Blood trails.
Just like in the movie.
At that wedding, Sylvain messes with Pauline and they leave in the Mustang.
Drink, kiss and they run over someone.
But he becomes a father and she dreams of an Olympic medal.
They flee and live happily ever after.
It didn't seem to matter much to him, but Pauline has been a wreck from then on.
A year later they both get a card...
with an appointment where they both go.
Well? Where are you with your conclusion?
You have to give me some time.
The wheels are turning, you know. What do you think?
Are you dropping me off in the center? I've got an appointment.
Before.
Thank you.
Say, are you going to sulk for a long time because of that investigation on your own?
Because I didn't force you to do anything. You did it of your own free will and you enjoyed it.
Is...
Eliott is... well, a special student.
He wants everything explained and has trouble concentrating.
He must have been talking about mummies. -And volcanoes, Leonardo da Vinci...
He's curious. That's beautiful isn't it? -Sure, but I have 26 students.
His disturbing questions interrupt the lessons.
He has an attention problem. I say this for his sake.
Could you be unable to answer his questions? It's just a question.
We understand your concern and will speak to him.
So that he is less disturbing.
I urge cognitive research.
You don't help him by pretending he's normal.
Wait. Are you normal?
Well, after eleven o'clock my back always itch.
And I'm afraid of chickens. Are you normal?
I sometimes drive on when the fuel light is on, to see when it stops.
That's not really normal.
And you? Are you normal?
You were great. You almost remained calm.
No, you were great. You almost got angry. Special.
Are you sure? - Over there. That's an exit.
Close.
And? What found? Traces of a collision at the abbey?
Nothing yet.
I called all hospitals. No deaths or injuries that night.
Same story for ambulance and fire brigade.
Are you sure? - Maybe the body was found later.
Continue searching until a week after the wedding.
I have some. - Tell.
Two days after the wedding. Cyclist in a ravine along the D106.
Recorded at the CHU Lille.
Multiple fractures, dehydrated, bike broken.
Did she survive? - Yes, with severe disabilities.
She's blind.
Glad you're here, Emily. You were not born blind.
No, I was in an accident last year.
Three weeks in coma, multiple fractures and damaged optic nerve.
When you came out of a coma, you stated that you had not seen the car.
That's right. The car came from behind.
Your colleagues...
never found the culprit.
We think we know who it was. Sylvain Dubois. Does that mean something to you?
He was in the car with Pauline Garcia. Doesn't that mean anything to you?
Yet it was you who found her three days ago.
I do not understand that. I have nothing to do with that.
Sylvain was also killed with his car.
And you think I killed them? Can you see me driving?
Emily is right. That is not possible.
Or she had an accomplice. Someone else she killed for her.
Or someone wanted to avenge her without her knowing.
Morgan, what are you doing? You can't go there...
You were that jogger who ran into Pauline to get her keys.
Moment. - Now I'm running too.
Commander, have I been arrested?
Then it's done. I'm going. Gatsby? - I saw a documentary about those dogs the other day.
They learn to touch the leg or hand before leaving.
Thus the blind, or the visually impaired, knows where the dog is.
And so Gatsby didn't.
Because he knows his wife isn't blind.
Mask off.
That was a bit of a shock yesterday, that you had to go to the police again.
So you came up with that jogger. I have to say: Brilliant.
Hats off. You saw Gilles with his ears and go.
He had earphones in. -You saw a rock flyer and off again.
Rock, I believe. - And you kept going.
Coke can in the trash and go again.
Maybe he had some soda with him.
Guys, Keyser Söze is nothing.
Sit down.
When did you regain your sight?
A half year ago.
Little by little.
And you prepared this for six months. As revenge.
How did you know who they were? -They got out of the car.
I lay in the ditch and couldn't move.
I couldn't see or feel anything anymore.
But I did hear them.
The first thing that guy said was:
Damn it, my Mustang.
She scolded him, they argued, over friends' wedding.
And then they drove off.
And left me for dead.
Officer, I don't have enough data yet.
A witness saw your commander shoot.
You know what that means. So?
I'll say you call in the inspection.
Do that quickly. - Tomorrow. Hello, Mr. Officer.
Damn.
I flew for the first time. It was a big leap to adventure.
My friends got me drunk, that's how scared I was.
So I arrived half drunk and immediately sat on a donkey the first day.
With the mountain on the left and the abyss on the right, on a narrow path...
with a hangover from the flight and a guide who didn't speak a word of English.
Excuse me? - Do you know South America a little?
Laurine...
I really love you.
But I have to leave.
I'm very sorry.
Oh no? Not yet another murder? It's Friday night.
Nope, not murder. I just wanted to talk to you.
I'm coming. Quick then, because I'm in the middle of a role play.
We're in Grundur's cave with a whopper of a demon.
I just wanted to say... -Shall I deploy the helium sphere?
Hi, Karadec. Everything good? - No, wait.
You use that heiium bulb in extreme need. Use the invisibility cloak.
I will. The Invisibility Cloak.
So?
You left it in the car.
Well, thank you.
You're welcome. Lots of fun. See you Monday.
You got all dressed up.
Day. - Day.
Am I already?
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