A NETFLIX SERIES
NICE, JUNE 2010
-This. This is my favorite. -Yeah.
Okay, lights out.
Oh no!
Just one more. Can we, please?
No. No, we're done. That's enough.
Come on!
No, Inès.
I promised Mom and Dad you'd be in bed by 8:30. It's already almost nine o'clock.
What was that noise?
I don't know. Probably the wind.
I think that was a ghost.
A ghost? You believe in ghosts now?
No, but I'm scared.
There's nothing to be scared of. They could be scared of us too.
Boo!
Come on. Lie down.
I'll give you this.
As long as you have it with you, then you'll be safe.
It'll be like I'm always with you. Okay?
Go to bed.
You have to go! My parents are coming home!
You need to leave. Get away from me!
Are you fucking kidding me?
-That's it! You played! You lost! -Stop! Get off of me!
-Oh yeah! -Get the fuck off of me!
Get over here!
Let me go!
Sonia? You there?
BASED ON THE BOOK BY HARLAN COBEN
NICE, PRESENT DAY
They found Judith's DNA at a crime scene in Ivry.
A couple of guys with ties to the mob were murdered.
Wait. So they think that she did it?
Who knows? I mean, none of this makes any sense.
So, they asked me about it.
They wanted to know what I knew about her.
I didn't really have an answer for everything,
so they thought I was lying.
Do you think a person can live with someone for two years and…
and not know whether she's a murderer or not?
I don't know.
It's like I always say, we never truly know the people we love.
I don't know what Judith did,
but if she's screwed up before, she must have a criminal record, right?
We'll find it.
Yeah, I understand. But can't you do me a favor?
'Cause it's important, man.
I just need Judith Conti's criminal record.
Okay. Yeah, I get it.
I sort of expected that, but still…
Who's that?
It's Maéva.
-Hello? -Hey.
We have a problem. Mom was hiding things from us.
Hold on. Things are kinda complicated for me right now.
Dad just found out she emptied her savings account.
He went through Mom's things looking for an explanation,
and because he couldn't find one, he freaked out.
He lost it. Had a meltdown.
Dad?
How about we go eat? It's late.
She lied to me. She never lied.
Hey.
Dad, I want to understand too. Okay?
So why don't we go make some food and talk it over?
NICE, JUNE 2010
Inès?
The people I told you about are here.
This… This man is with the police.
And this lady…
Her job is to listen to children.
I have some pictures for you, Inès.
You can tell us if you recognize any of them.
There are no wrong answers.
If you don't know, just tell me, all right?
-Can you do that? -Yes.
It's okay, sweetie.
Take a look at the photos.
-Did you see this man here last night? -Yes, ma'am.
Wait. I've seen him before.
I can't remember his name. I haven't heard about him in a long time.
There was an incident years ago.
He killed another kid with a rock.
Where exactly did you see him?
In the garden.
He was fighting with someone.
And did you know that other person?
I don't think so, but…
-I'm not sure. -That's completely fine.
Just try to think, my darling. It's very important for the police.
Sir, please.
NICE, PRESENT DAY
Okay, I've looked through Mom's accounts one by one.
Yeah.
Is something wrong? You look tired.
No, everything's fine. Tell me.
Okay, it's bad.
Fifteen thousand this year alone.
Roughly €700 per month, every month.
And same thing last year.
All in all, she withdrew 96,000.
-€96,000? -Hmm.
Wait, hold on. Impossible. What did she do with it?
You check if she had other accounts? Uh, some insurance policy or something?
Have you been sleeping? You don't look good.
And is there anything in her planner?
-Good call. -She always used it. Let's see.
Give me the date of a large withdrawal.
January 29th.
11:00 a.m., hairdresser. Three o'clock, Café Lascaris, JMD.
What is JMD?
JMD…
"Joy in Marriage is Difficult"?
-Another one? -February.
Mm-hmm. February 20th, oncologist.
25th. February 25th…
February 25th…
Café Lascaris, JMD, three o'clock.
Let's continue.
25th of March?
Three o'clock, Café Lascaris.
Another man?
-Can you see Mom with another man? -No.
"J, J, J." I got nothing.
"D"?
No. Nothing.
And this month?
No withdrawal yet this month.
Yeah, but there might still be a meeting.
JMD BELLES RIVES HOTEL, ANTIBES
It's today, 3:30.
Hotel Belles Rives in Antibes.
We can still make it.
Well, you're staying for lunch?
We can't. Sorry, Dad. We gotta go.
-Oh, no time, huh? -See you later.
Well, I'm fine. Go on.
I'm sure he's gone.
No, no. It's fine, it's fine.
That's the guy waiting for Mom?
Excuse me. You're here to meet Florence Lucchesi, right?
-Who are you? What do you want? -We just wanna ask you a few questions.
-May we sit for a few minutes, please? -All right. Take it easy.
Are you "JMD"?
-I'd better be going. -Just…
Jean-Marie Dabiancchi.
"Certified private investigator."
Privacy and client confidentiality. Now, if you'll excuse me.
What, and call the police? Is that it? That's a bad idea.
We're Florence Lucchesi's kids.
We wanna know why she was paying you.
Then she should explain it to you. I can't say anything.
Haven't you heard? She passed.
I worked for your mother for about eight years.
I was hired to track down Fred.
Fred was killed.
Yeah, ten years ago. So I'm not sure what you're getting at.
Did you see the body?
My brother was shot and fell into the water,
and his body was never recovered.
One of my contacts found a lead
on Fred's location in Greece and Montenegro.
He's been linked to a series of burglaries there.
Burglaries?
My informant showed pictures of your brother to witnesses who knew him.
-Maéva, let's beat it. I've heard enough. -No.
I don't give a shit whether you believe me or not.
You've been taking my mother's money for eight years?
Eight years! You were wasting her time.
I wasn't. Every victim identified his photo!
You're a liar.
You're a fucking liar.
I never wanna see your fucking face again.
I can't believe Mom was fooled by that guy.
It's not that hard. Mom knew Fred was no angel.
But she wanted to think he was.
What kinda shitty world is this
where scum like Dabiancchi can rip off poor women like mom, huh?
We're gonna lose our minds if we don't move on.
You never wanted to see it, but our family is toxic.
We're trying IVF again.
Lili and I are gonna start a family.
I can't take all this pain anymore.
Fred is gone.
You should move on too.
Hey, wait, wait, wait. One second. Stay here.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck. Come on.
-Now what? -You have any contacts in the police?
Would you be able to get access to someone's criminal record?
I think my mother paid you generously enough
for you to do me at least one favor.
After what you said about my son, you can keep your cookies!
Now get out!
I just came to tell you we're sorry about your wife.
All those years you called him scum.
All that disgusting gossip about him, about our family.
What do you think that did to my wife? You hypocrite! You're a hypocrite!
Dad, stop! Enough!
Sorry, I think you better leave.
-Get inside. -Agh!
I'm really sorry.
Sorry, Mrs. Kasmi.
Hello, Guillaume.
I really am sorry about your mom.
Shit.
NICE, SEPTEMBER 2008
You'll come visit, right?
Yeah, of course I'll come. You think I'll leave you with the Catalan guys?
Who cares about Catalan guys?
Sonia, let's go! There's always traffic on the way to the--
One sec!
-See ya. -Love you.
Guillaume?
Dad's in his room.
Want some tea?
Or a hug?
Come here.
NICE, JUNE 2010
We've learned the other man was your neighbor's son, Frédéric Lucchesi.
His brother confirmed him.
Why was he here?
Our investigation will determine that. Were he and your daughter ever in contact?
In contact with that scum?
I'm sure he was the one who dragged her into this mess.
At one point, she dated his younger brother, Guillaume.
But they broke up when she went to go study in Barcelona.
We're almost certain that the man who killed Frédéric Lucchesi
is the man your daughter recognized in the photograph.
We're looking for Frédéric's body where the witnesses saw him fall.
There's something we wanted to ask you, though.
We haven't found your daughter's phone yet.
She did have one, right?
-Yes. -Yeah.
She always had it with her. It was…
Well, you could almost say it was glued to her hand.
Dad!
NICE, PRESENT DAY
Guillaume?
Inès?
Wow!
Sorry. It's crazy how much you look like her. I mean, it's…
Yeah, so everybody says. So what's up?
Sorry, I let myself in because the doorbell was broken--
-Who is it? -No one. Don't worry about it.
Come on.
I wanted to apologize to your mom.
My father's losing his mind. It's really sad.
Look, considering the mood my mother's in, you better avoid my father. He's furious.
Huh.
That might not improve their great neighborly spirit.
What are you up to these days?
Studying psychology.
How's that going? I bet it's a lot of work.
Honestly, I chose it so I could stay here with my parents.
Oh yeah?
That's crazy.
Don't you want to go travel around? See what's happening in the world?
Visit Australia, go partying, and all that?
Sure, of course.
Yeah. It might sound dumb, but…
It's like I'm afraid to leave my parents all alone.
I'm afraid that
they'll just wither away in that big house,
waiting for life to pass.
No, it's not dumb at all.
Thank you.
You remember this spot?
It's where you and Sonia came.
Sure. How do you know?
'Cause I followed you both a lot.
I would watch you make out.
Oh yeah?Not embarrassing at all.
So you got a new girlfriend?
I saw you after the funeral.
Yeah. Uh, her name is Judith. We work together, actually.
She lives with me.
The other day she looked really upset.
I saw you two from the window.
Saw what?
I'm sorry if I'm being really nosy here, but…
It seemed like she was scared.
She took off.
Where'd she go?
After the funeral was over,
she went home, and just packed her things, and disappeared. Not a word since then.
And actually the day before, I proposed. "Judith Conti, will you be my wife?"
She said yes.
And the next day she left.
Sorry, I didn't know.
I blew it.
-Her name is Judith Conti? -Mm-hmm.
That name sounds familiar.
Hey, I'm sorry. I really gotta grab this. It was great to see you again.
-Yes. Hello? -It's Dabianchi.
I have Judith Conti's record. Are you sure you wanna know?
NICE, JUNE 2010
Dad, come here!
Dad!
What's wrong, sweetie? You have a nightmare?
It's Sonia. She's in here.
She isn't.
See for yourself. There's nobody.
Try to sleep, my darling.
Huh?
Hold on. Stay with me.
-Daddy, please. -Okay, just for a minute.
Lie down and close your eyes, huh?
Come on.
I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared.
Just think of something happy.
Think of something you love.
You know, Inès,
you have to be strong because
your mother and I need your help. Does that make sense to you?
But what if I see her?
Sonia isn't coming back.
She can't come back. She's an angel now and…
…we won't see her anymore.
But, Dad, I do see her!
Please, Dad, you have to believe me.
Listen, why don't you keep the lamp on, huh?
You won't have nightmares if it's bright. You know that.
Come on.
I'll leave the door open too, all right?
Goodnight, sweetheart.
NICE, PRESENT DAY
Hold on, wait. You're seriously telling me that…
That the love of my life was arrested three times
for solicitation back in 2003.
I just can't believe it, man. None of this makes any sense.
She was a prostitute.
It was 15 years ago.
It was her life, her story.
It belongs to her. It's in the past.
It has nothing to do with who she is today with you, me, or the kids.
Man, I miss her so much.
I just wanna make sure she's safe. I'm her boyfriend.
I mean, she owes me an explanation even if another man's involved.
I just wanna understand.
Will you help me?
Is that a real question?
Come on. Let's see what you got here.
It mentions a bar where she was arrested pretty often,
The Tigress. You know it?
I've heard about it. I think it's a strip club, isn't it?
Yeah.
This name keeps comin' up too. It's…
Louis Menighetti.
That's her pimp, huh?
Hang on. We don't know, okay?
Okay, Guillaume, I'm sorry, but I gotta go.
I have to run by the office for something.
Just call me. Let's check in later. Here.
-Hey! -Yeah?
Thanks.
-Ciao, Abdou! -Ciao, Daco.
Can I get you some hot tea? Just made some.
No thanks. Just a Coke, please.
Hey.
Hey, Awa! You good?
-Yeah. -Hello.
-You see Daco?
No.
You just missed him. He left a minute ago.
I keep missing Jérémie. That's our thing lately.
Hmm.
-Yeah, he told me a little about it. -He told you about it?
Lucky you. I'm always left out.
He changes the subject or runs away.
Look, I'm really sorry to hear about what's happening with you two and…
I don't know. I really don't get it.
You feel sorry, yet you're both working. I mean, it's…
For him, well, it's perfect.
He saves the world instead.
Then he can avoid seeing the woman he loves
and having to explain why he wouldn't be a good parent.
Oh wow.
Yeah.
NICE, JUNE 2010
This is my dad.
And you're right there.
-Yeah? -That one's easy.
And here? Is this Sonia?
My dad says she's an angel.
But she's not an angel in your drawing.
And how about mom?
Mom just sleeps all day long.
Dad told Mom that if she keeps on sleeping like that,
one day when she has to wake up, she'll be all alone.
Well, that can happen.
If someone is sad, sleep helps them feel better.
At least until they find their strength again.
And that frightens your dad. It's possible that he's also hurting.
Dad says ghosts don't exist, but I'm sure that I've seen them.
And who do you see?
Sonia.
And I'm afraid.
Why are you afraid?
Let's see here.
We're mean to those who've caused us grief
or when they make us upset.
Do you believe Sonia's upset with you?
Listen to me, Inès.
There is no reason for your sister to be upset with you.
You haven't done anything bad.
What happened was not your fault, not at all.
It's not a child's job to protect adults.
It's the other way around. Adults are supposed to protect children,
even if they don't always succeed.
You know that?
NICE, PRESENT DAY
I don't know. He could be dead, or he could've moved away.
It doesn't look abandoned.
-You got a dog? -A what?
Sorry, man. It stinks.
You need some air freshener.
Hey, give me a little respect, okay?
-This car's like my family, all right? -Yeah.
Hey, look…
Did you know I spoke with Awa?
I think she'd be happy if you came back.
Did she put you up to this?
What, are you going to tell me how great being a father is?
You love each other. So what's the problem?
It's here, in my head. Got it? I just can't, man.
Look!
You're right. Someone's home.
Uh, hello?
I'm… I'm with the city.
Uh, providing sanitation service for the public.
Given the spread of pests, the health department has implemented a…
a rat extermination.
There aren't any rats here.
And this is my home. I don't have to let you in.
Sure, perhaps. But, ma'am…
Listen, ma'am, pest control is mandatory.
So you have to make a sworn statement that you have no rats.
Oh, okay. I solemnly swear there are no rats here.
But you have to come to city hall to make that statement, all right?
You had until today. But after that, they'll open an investigation.
You'll receive a penalty notice and maybe a hefty fine.
But you still have time. You're lucky because the office is open till 1:00.
If you wait, then things are gonna get a lot more complicated. Okay, miss?
Goddamn fucking bureaucrats.
Okay. Well, have a nice day then, ma'am.
You think she bought it?
I don't know, but you should be winning Oscars.
Hey, here she comes.
Come on. Close it.
Guillaume.
Unplug me.
Help me, I'm begging you.
Are you Louis Menighetti?
Just do it.
I'm begging you, please.
See that cord over there, kid?
Unplug it.
Help me.
Unplug it.
That whore has been keeping me alive for years.
Judith Conti.
Does that name ring a bell?
Please answer us, sir.
What's this about?
You're her brother?
Boyfriend?
Ah, that's it.
She's your sweetheart.
Judith.
She was rather gifted, your pretty girl.
I had found her alone on the street.
A runaway, just 17.
It's always the same story.
She was so cute.
I asked her to pose for a few pictures.
That always works, pictures.
Okay, and then? Come on, just spit it out. What the fuck happened?
I took her to my place.
I offered her a drink, perhaps two, perhaps four…
After that, every girl has a tendency to take their clothes off.
It's crazy how much a rum and Coke loosens them up,
especially with what I add to it.
I told your girl she could make a lot of money if she wanted to.
All she had to do was close her eyes and think about anything else.
Ah, Judith…
Okay, and then? What happened?
After that…
They have to earn enough to pay for their daily dose.
You piece of shit! Where is she now?
Cut the fucking monologue.
Okay? Enough! We get the point. Where is she?
How the hell should I know?
That bitch took off with one of my clients.
Some guy selling drugs to the girls.
That's great. And then what?
She just disappears, and you never hear from her again?
Stupid, right?
Especially since she was so gifted with her tongue.
Hey! No, no! All right. Hey, hey! It's all right.
Out of my way! Let me unplug him!
Hey, don't leave me like this!
You assholes!
His scent…
For a moment we were standing close, it felt strange.
Do you think it's possible you like him?
-We're connected. -In what way are you two connected?
Well, the night I lost Sonia, he lost his brother Fred.
We went through the same thing.
And plus…
Yes, go on.
Well, Sonia was his girlfriend before, and it's like we're back at the beginning.
What do you mean by "the beginning"?
His new girlfriend Judith, she's also gone.
That's her name?
Does it bother you that his new girlfriend is no longer here?
-You really think I have feelings for him? -Say I am. You feel anything?
No.
I mean, no, not really.
I was fascinated by him years ago, but I mean,
that's got nothing to do with Judith.
Judith Conti. Fuck, that's it!
-Hey, wait! Where are you going? -I have to go!
♪ She said, "Baby, won't you stay?"
-What are you doing here? -I climbed up. I found something.
Sonia and Judith knew each other.
You remember when she lived in Barcelona? She was in a dorm.
I was able to find a friend from school with the same number, Charlotte Castro.
I talked to her. It turns out she was roommates with Judith.
-What the hell is going on here? -Judith never told you?
No, she didn't. Never.
No, look, this makes no sense at all.
Well, if you want, we can go see her.
-Hi. -Hi.
Guillaume.
Sonia's ex-boyfriend.
Oh yeah. I remember hearing about you.
Oh yeah?
Wow. You really…
I mean, it's crazy how much you look like her.
-Sorry. I'm sorry. -No, I'm used to it.
Anyway, I don't have much time because my daughters are waiting for me, and, uh…
What do you wanna know about Sonia?
I was hoping you could tell us about your roommate Judith,
any details you might have.
-You knew her, right? -Yeah.
Well, sorry to say, I never really got along with her.
I mean, she wasn't a bitch, but, uh…
Sometimes Judith was funny and upbeat, but something was off.
We didn't click. 'Cause other times she was dark and afraid.
And, uh, Sonia loved her, but I was never very fond of her.
Um, we never became friends.
And actually, she and Sonia started to go out a lot.
They started hanging around sketchy guys, friends of Judith's.
They were into booze, drugs… You name it.
We were all 20, living in Barcelona.
Look, we've all been there.
But even so, they were on a whole different level.
How so?
I mean, look, these guys were the real deal.
It wasn't just about partying.
They took it too far.
Mom, you're late.
Hold on, girls. Mommy's talking to these people.
Wait for me over there, please. Give me a minute. Go on.
And, uh, well, then basically, she dropped out of college,
packed her things,
and Sonia just pretty much lost touch with me after that.
She had changed. She was different.
We weren't on the same page anymore.
I didn't hear from her after that.
And then, well…
I guess that's it. Sorry, but I should probably go, so…
-Okay. Bye. -Sure, thanks.
What did you say about Barcelona?
Sonia's little sister, Inès. This is Daco.
-Hello. -Hey, Inès.
Well, the thing is they apparently knew each other.
-Who? -Judith and Sonia.
Apparently, they met in Barcelona and were roommates.
Yeah, all right. But that doesn't tell us where she is now.
What about tracking her cell?
There. This blue point is her phone.
Okay, it's here, it's here.
You sure that thing's accurate?
No, but it has to be here. Fuck.
Shit, man. This is a dump. How do you expect to find it?
Hold on, we'll find it. Just help me.
Oh, shit. Daco!
-You got it? -Yeah.
Forget it. I'm not giving it to the cops.
Don't be an idiot. There might be a clue on there.
Something for them to analyze, like some DNA.
DNA? Did you see where we found the phone?
Plus, my hands have been all over this thing.
I'm gonna find her.
Come on, Guillaume. Don't do this to yourself.
Hey, look, we need to stay calm. Be smart about this.
May I speak to you in private?
No, he's my friend. What is it?
Can we come in?
Look, skip the formalities. If you found something, just tell me.
I tried to reach you. Our colleagues from Paris contacted us.
Your partner, Judith Conti, was found dead in an apartment in Ivry.
I am truly sorry, Mr. Lucchesi.
Fuck it.
-Are you sure you don't mind staying? -Mm-mm.
Here…
-That's my number. -Okay.
-Bye. -See ya.
BASED ON THE BOOK "GONE FOR GOOD" BY HARLAN COBEN