A NETFLIX SERIES
[phone chimes]
NICE, PRESENT DAY
I HOPE YOU'RE DOING OKAY. GIVE ME AN UPDATE. MOM.
[typing]
[door opens]
You all right?
[dishes clatter]
[liquid pours]
[pulls chair]
[Inès] You okay?
Were you able to get any sleep?
Not much. [smacks lips]
[inhales deeply]
It's almost like… [sighs]
[inhales deeply]
It's starting all over again.
[phone ringing]
Hello?
[woman on phone] Hello? Is this Guillaume Lucchesi?
It is.
My name is Sylviane Conti. I'm Judith's mother.
[dramatic music playing]
BASED ON THE BOOK BY HARLAN COBEN
[techno music playing]
[tattoo gun buzzing]
Hey, you're up next, all right?
[man] You think that tattoo makes you the real deal?
Are you afraid or what?
[man] Forget it. I got nothing to prove to you.
Oh, you got nothing to prove except that your balls are still there.
Yeah? At least I don't have to deal
with the fact that my mom's screwing a fucking Jew.
-[grunts] -[men yelling]
[all yelling]
[barking]
[punching]
[dogs barking]
Hey, hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey, that's enough! What is this shit?
[dog whimpering]
[barking]
You, quit getting your ass kicked by everyone.
You're an embarrassment.
Have they been briefed?
I was going to.
You were going to?
[dog whines, barks]
So,
tomorrow I want everyone to be there at 6:00 p.m. sharp.
There'll be a briefing for the protest next Friday.
Make sure you secure the area. Do exactly as you're told.
-Everybody got that? -[men] Yes, sir!
-Now get out of here. -[dogs barking]
You two, stay.
So, Starsky and Hutch, not friends anymore?
Hey, I want men who stick together,
men who are big enough not to beat each other up over petty shit.
It's my fault. I'm sorry. I was asking for it. Sorry, sir.
It wasn't your fault.
It's your turn to apologize.
I'm impressed. You did good.
At least he tried to cover for you. That takes guts. I respect that.
That's solidarity.
I think the three of us understand each other.
-Yeah, we do. -[man] Yeah.
That's great we do.
Because I'm putting you in charge of the operation.
[door closes]
[sighs]
-[spits] -[laughs]
[laughs mockingly]
I got a little adventure planned for you tonight.
Let's go.
[solemn music playing]
NICE, PRESENT DAY
[sighs]
[Awa] So, this is where you've been hiding.
[Daco sighs]
[sniffling]
[breathes deeply]
Can I get you a coffee?
[smacks lips] No.
You really look like shit, Daco. Aren't we too old for this crap?
Jérémie?
I told you I'm not a good guy, right?
[laughs]
-[sighs] -How's Guillaume?
Like someone who lost it all.
The woman he loves, and the person he thought she was.
[inhales deeply]
Jérémie, this baby's happening.
It needs a father.
[inhales]
You wanna talk about it here?
We wouldn't have to if you weren't running away.
[phone ringing]
[inhales deeply]
Sorry, I gotta get that.
[picks receiver]
[Daco] Yeah?
[Guillaume on phone] It's me. Judith's mom just called me back.
She told me she wanted to do it earlier, but her husband pushed back on it.
[door closes]
Oh, shit.
-[Daco on phone] What are you gonna do? -She's apparently on the way… to talk.
[Daco] Okay. Call me if you need me, all right?
Thanks, man.
[inhales deeply]
[exhales]
-I gotta go. -Okay.
[Guillaume] But you can stay here if you want.
Thank you.
[kisses]
[door opens, closes]
[all cheering]
[hooting]
[cheering, hooting]
-Look, I'm not finished! -[both laugh]
-[paint can rattling] -Wake up!
Wake up, you assholes!
Yeah! Make it bigger!
[men shouting indistinctly]
[hooting, cheering]
[man] Yeah, tag it!
Hey, what the hell are you doing, huh?
[hooting]
-[all yelling] -[man 1] Get outta here!
-[man 2] Get the fuck back inside! -[man 1] Get outta here.
NICE, PRESENT DAY
[instrumental music playing]
-Are you Guillaume? -[Guillaume] Yes. Hello.
I'm Mrs. Conti.
You know, Judith cut us all ties with us long ago.
The last letter I received was in 2018, February.
She did as she liked.
And when my husband mentioned your message, I mean,
it gave me quite a shock.
I thought that… I thought for sure
that we'd hear from her.
How long were you with Judith?
Two years.
Actually, I had just proposed to her.
[sighs]
And Alice? How is she? When can I see her?
Alice? Who's that?
What? You mean you don't know Alice?
Well, no, sorry. I'm afraid I don't.
It's her daughter. She's Judith's daughter.
You didn't know she had a daughter?
She didn't tell you?
I had no idea. No.
-She's probably about eight or nine now. -[sighs]
[Mrs. Conti] At first, when you called, I thought you might be the father.
[tense music playing]
You know how they murdered my Judith?
She was beaten.
She died from a cerebral edema.
And now you're telling me you've never met Alice. [sobs]
You've never met my granddaughter? You don't know where she might be?
[sighs]
Have you ever met Alice in person?
No.
Judith sent me pictures. I have them here.
[music continues]
Judith had this pendant, the butterfly, when we first met.
Did you tell the cops about Alice?
The cops have copies of the pictures,
but since then I haven't heard anything.
Guillaume, please, we have to find her. You must help me.
[music intensifies]
[sniffling]
MAFIA SETTLES SCORE IN IVRY-SUR-SEINE
[phone ringing]
[door opens]
Seriously, man, I can't believe that.
Your girlfriend supposedly had an eight-year-old daughter,
and you didn't know about it?
I'm sorry, Guillaume, but I just… I don't buy it.
So, basically, my fiancée just up and disappears without a word,
and apparently, she'd been a prostitute and may have committed a double homicide.
[inhales deeply] And now she's been murdered, and I just…
Why don't you believe it, Daco? Seriously? Why shouldn't I believe Judith's mother?
I… I mean, even the cops believe her. They made copies of the girl's picture.
-Then there's that necklace Judith had-- -I know, but I can't make sense of it.
It just… It explains why Judith headed for Ivry.
Why? To see her secret daughter?
Yeah, exactly! Because she wanted to see her.
[inhales deeply]
Look…
[sniffles]
[sighs]
[printer whirs]
Look, this article has the most extensive details
I could find on the case.
This shit? You serious?
I'm working with what I got here.
Listen, if we leave now, we'll be in Ivry this evening.
[sighs] Here we go.
[sighs] But why even go?
I don't know. Speak to the guy that… Maybe we can ask him to--
Your plan sucks. It's a crap plan. Your plan is shit so I'm not coming.
This is pissing me off.
[Guillaume] Yeah, it's a shitty plan. Of course it's a shitty plan,
but, look, this shitty plan's all I got. This is it. I'm on my own.
You won't help, I'll do it myself. Problem solved. Don't come.
I hate that town. There. Okay?
[grunts] So I'm not going.
I used to live there 15 years ago,
and honestly, I'm sorry, but I don't wanna talk about it.
[exhales in frustration]
Whatever you find, it won't bring her back.
I know it won't bring her back, but…
[sniffling] If I'm just here grieving, well, then I'll go crazy.
I'm not doing this for me. I'm doing it for Alice.
You've never even met the kid before.
Daco, she's Judith's.
[groans]
Fuck!
Okay.
Just a quick trip then.
[woman] Did you put the oxygen levels up?
-[man] I explained it all to them. -Yeah.
[coins clinking]
[beeping]
[machine dispenses cup, whirs]
[kid crying in distance]
-Hey. -Hey, little man.
Did you see Mom?
No.
So?
What did the doctor say?
What's this?
It's Insulin.
It's for the sugar in my blood.
Hmm.
It's something in my body. It's, uh, because the im--
-Immune system. -Immune system, yeah.
Hmm.
And that kid?
He's not messing with you, is he?
No, he's awesome.
Look, he gave me this book.
-You like this? -Sure, yeah.
[flipping pages]
What about you? When are you coming home?
As long as Mom's there with that asshole, I'm not coming.
I told you, Mom, it's easier being here for school.
NICE, PRESENT DAY
-We'll be finishing late this week. -[Mrs. Kasmi] But who're you staying with?
With Sarah, from high school. I told you, Mom.
[Mrs. Kasmi] That doesn't ring a bell. Does she go to college with you?
Yeah, her apartment's nearby. We're working on midterms.
[Mrs. Kasmi] All right.
I hope you're eating well. None of that processed junk.
[eerie music playing]
[Mrs. Kasmi] You're back on Saturday then?
I'm gonna make some lamb for dinner.
[Inès breathing heavily]
[Mrs. Kasmi] Inès? Inès, can you hear me?
-Hello? -Yes, Mom.
-Okay. We'll talk tomorrow. -Okay. Love you.
[somber music playing]
HEY, GUILLAUME. IS IT OKAY IF I STAY ONE MORE NIGHT?
IVRY, PRESENT DAY
[phone chimes]
-Fuck. -Who is it?
Not him, it's just Inès.
Quite the resemblance.
Huh?
You know, to her sister.
Whenever you get a text message from her, you freeze.
[both chuckle]
Are you attracted to her?
-Come on, that's in the past. -[man] Hello.
-[Guillaume] Hello. -Étienne Chabaud.
-You called me? -[Guillaume] Yeah. Thanks for coming.
I'd like to talk to you about your article on that homicide.
You live here, don't you? Have we met? You seem familiar.
Sorry, I've never been here.
We'd like to know where it happened. Do you think you could show us?
Who are you?
Police?
No.
You seem like nice guys,
but I'm not doing this unless I know who I'm dealing with.
Wait, come on.
They found his girlfriend's DNA at the scene of the crime.
She was found dead this week.
So you think you can maybe show us the place?
There were shots heard around 1:00 a.m.
These were big guns.
Petty crime has been off the charts lately but nothing this bad.
-This was mafia related for sure. -What makes you say that?
The two guys' resumes, masters of organized crime.
So it happened, uh, inside that building.
Seventh floor, apartment on the left.
And your girlfriend,
was she involved?
No. Well, she…
I don't know. You're not using this, are you?
Well, I'm not a tour guide. I write articles. Tit for tat.
Well, apparently, the apartment was in her name.
She'd just leased it, but I can't picture her offing two guys.
These guys were pros.
There was definitely someone else with her.
-[Guillaume] What do you mean? Who? -I don't know.
The police said they found some DNA traces at the scene,
but nothing else was on file.
Why didn't you include that in the article then?
Because my cop friend asked me not to publish that info.
I imagine it's still confidential so they can take them by surprise.
Are you saying they don't know who that other person was?
[Chabaud] All they know is that the DNA they found
has the same genotype as your girlfriend.
What does that tell us?
That means this person was part of her family.
It could be her father, mother, sister, a cousin, anyone.
Alice?
Hey, who's Alice?
-No one. -Thanks for everything, Mr. Chabaud.
I think your editorial meeting's starting, right? Have a nice day.
-Thank you. -Wait a minute. Who's Alice? Hey.
[baby crying]
Let's see.
[doorbell ringing]
-Yes? -[Guillaume] Hello, ma'am.
I'm sorry, we have a question for you.
I already told everything I know to the police.
No, we just want to know if you've seen this girl--
[woman] No. Leave me alone.
[sighs] Told you. No one around here talks.
-We could be trying all day. -[doorbell rings]
Forget it. Come on.
If the girl was here, someone had to have seen her.
Maybe.
There, look, the pharmacy.
[Daco] There's a camera.
[suspenseful music playing]
Look.
If we're lucky, it records everything around the building and nearby.
It's protected by France Security.
[music intensifies]
The protest will end sometime around 5:00 p.m.
at Boulevard Adolphe Thiers.
Our welcoming committee will be a small gang
of leftists, redskins, antifa, and those from SOS Racism.
They won't be there with open arms either.
[dog barking]
[man] Mr. Carrier.
[intense music playing]
Careful tonight, guys.
There will be plenty of shitty, nosy journalists out there
just waiting for us to screw up.
So, the rule is simple.
Don't screw up.
Don't be idiots and toss an Arab into the Seine.
[group laughing]
All right? In the meantime, put up posters.
We'll give you mops and buckets.
[group applauding]
FRANCE FIRST STEPHANE MERCIER
[dogs barking]
[sinister music playing]
Hey! What, are you ditching us now?
I'm not being some lapdog for that fag.
What? He's fighting for us. We share the same ideas.
Who's fighting? You see his face?
You think he's been in a fight with his nice suit and ass face?
-[laughs] -Don't fucking laugh, man!
Guys like Mercier, they talk a good talk just to get the party vote.
Once it's bagged, they rush back to their houses,
and you and me are left out cold.
They call it "respectability," but they don't respect us, bro!
They think we're morons. They don't give a shit about any of us.
Who gives a fuck? Let's just take the money and go.
Hey, no! Because we do give a fuck! This is war.
War isn't about making compromises or shitty agreements
just for pocket money, Jiheff.
Don't worry about it.
What do you think will happen once they leave?
There'll be a bunch of pansy antifa pricks asking for one thing,
for us to beat their asses. You and me, we'll show them who's boss.
Pow, pow, pow!
Hey, that's my brother-in-arms! That's my brother-in-arms!
[both yelling cheerfully]
They won't show us anything.
IVRY, PRESENT DAY
How do you know?
Because they're assholes.
-Wait, you know these guys? -[inhales deeply]
Daco!
[foreboding music playing]
-What? -I feel like we're being followed.
-What're you talking about? -Come on. Come on, let's go.
[sinister music playing]
-Looks like you've done pretty well. -It's been a long time, huh?
-Well, we were young and handsome. -Yeah, we were dumb.
Sorry, we did kinda leave you hanging. [sighs]
We had no choice.
My father said you'd understand.
You know it was best for everyone,
and then life just kept going.
Welcome.
[Daco] What about you? What have you been up to?
[Jiheff] I've got a wife and two kids now. Who'd have thought? [laughs]
-[Guillaume] Thanks. -[Daco] Thanks.
So, uh, you still at it?
Tell me, what's goin' on with you?
I'm onto other things and other battles.
[breathes deeply, cracks knuckles]
Uh, Jiheff. Look, it's really great to see you again.
We'll be mindful of your time, so… We're here to ask a favor.
For old times' sake? Is that it?
[chuckles] Well, that's right.
Okay, I'm listening.
We need to take look at the surveillance footage
for the Kléber pharmacy, the one that's at the corner of the boulevard.
That's illegal.
Why do you need it?
Look, it's just to help my friend locate a kid.
What are your new battles, Jérémie?
[inhales deeply]
What?
The new battles you're fighting.
I'm curious. What are they? Huh?
I mean, we don't really know each other anymore.
Look at me. Why did you change your flag? What's up with that?
[Daco] Wait, Jiheff. Listen…
You know more about me than anybody else.
I just need some help. Can't you do it maybe just, you know, for old times' sake?
It seems like you think you're above us, and you're blackmailing me into it.
"Us"? Your old man still pushing your buttons?
Hey, man, wait. Daco--
You shut the fuck up.
I don't know what it is you want, but I owe you nothing. Copy? So be quiet.
Wait, Jiheff. Why are you being so aggressive with him?
Fuck, we came all the way down here. I'm just asking you to do a fucking favor.
So don't mess around. Just say "yes" or "no."
[breathing heavily]
You're not my problem.
[chuckles]
Okay. Forget it.
[sniffling]
[Jiheff] Did he tell you what he liked doing back then? Huh?
Ah. Crushing skulls.
Well, he did.
Didn't your buddy mention he attacked Arabs in the past?
Enough.
So that means you didn't.
You really wanna go there?
Then go all the way, asshole.
-I dare you. -[sniffles]
[inhales deeply]
Pathetic as always.
All right, beat it. Get outta here.
[solemn music playing]
Well…
Well, go on and say it.
You don't need to pretend you didn't hear anything.
Look, man, I don't know. I just…
[Daco] You don't know what?
Goddamn it. Fucking stop it! Stop it, Guillaume!
You know what this is and what it was before I changed it?
It was a swastika.
Look at me, goddamn it! Look me in the eyes.
You hear what I said? I had a swastika on my face!
What do you want?
You want to say I don't fucking wanna see you ever again?
Is that it? That you're a piece of shit? Is that what you wanna hear?
What the hell happened that made you a Nazi prick? I don't understand.
You're gonna have to explain it to me, 'cause…
[somber music playing]
Man, look, we've…
We've been working together for eight years.
Eight years, day and night, you and me.
Fuck! I see how you are with the kids. Come on!
I see how much love you give to the people we work with.
And I don't think it's fake.
It's not to soothe your fucking conscience.
So I think it's disgusting. I think it's unacceptable.
It makes me sick.
[exhales, sniffles]
But right now you're not gonna convince me you're the same asshole you were before.
[scoffs]
You should've been a priest.
[sniffling]
Yeah, I know, it's…
I get it from my mom.
[chuckles]
[inhales deeply]
[chuckles]
Okay.
Let's go.
Wait a sec.
[clicks]
See? After you've pricked your finger,
you just take the strip like this.
-You rub it. -[chuckles]
You insert it into here.
-And you press the button. -[beeps]
It'll show you your blood sugar.
-All good? -Mm-hmm.
Call me if you need me to show you again. All right?
Okay.
[both chuckling]
[laughs]
-That sucks. -Yeah.
Where were we?
Oh, Alexandre.
"Alexandre approached the sorcerer's lair."
-"'Alchemy!' the soldiers cried out." -What's "alchemy" mean?
It's a sorcery thing. Since he's a magician, he goes, "Alchemy!"
[woman] Sorry, if I may?
Alchemy is a science that goes back to the Middle Ages,
like really old chemistry.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
-This is Dominique? -[woman] Yes.
[suspenseful music playing]
IVRY, PRESENT DAY
[music continues]
-[softly] Come on. -Daco.
Let this work. Come on.
[bleeping]
Close it.
[music continues]
[whispering] Hurry, hurry, hurry.
-[keys clacking] -Oh, fuck.
Where's the pharmacy?
Try searching by date.
Come on. Hurry, hurry!
Make it quick, man.
Come on.
Fuck yeah, we got it!
[clatters]
Hang on, hang on. Wait.
[suspenseful music playing]
[flashlight clicks]
Shit.
Guillaume! Guillaume! Hide!
[music intensifies]
[inhales sharply]
Pascal, we have a problem.
[grunts]
[punching]
[both grunting]
[panting]
We gotta go, man. We gotta go.
[mouse clicks]
Isn't that the kid right there?
See, man, she's not with Judith. Come on! Let's go.
Hang on. The man holding her hand is Fred.
That is Fred.
[eerie music playing]
We gotta go. Let's go! Let's go, Guillaume!
[dramatic music playing]
This one's all mine.
[grunting]
[groans]
[grunting]
[yells]
[grunting]
[men grunting]
[groaning]
[groans]
[grunts]
[glass breaking]
[grunting]
[yelling]
[grunts]
[groaning]
[yelling]
[bones crack]
[groans]
[breathes deeply]
[men yelling]
[indistinct yelling, protest]
Get him! Get him! Asshole!
You son of a bitch!
-Oh, damn. -Oh, fuck.
[both panting]
Fuck, we lost them.
Hey.
Come on, they can't be far.
Come on. I know you want to kick some ass.
We gotta beat those fucking redskins.
Fuck me!
Well, would you look at this couple?
-What you doing? Stay there! -[Jiheff] Where you going?
Get over here.
No, please.
Just let us go.
We don't want trouble. Please let us go home.
Then what are you doing running around with this fucking African?
Please, she's pregnant. Don't do this.
-[grunts] -[screams] I'm begging you!
Come here, bitch.
-You're gonna kill him! -Shut up!
-I'm begging you. -Shut your mouth!
Your brother and my son share--
Don't talk about my brother. Shut the fuck up!
Come on, get out of here! Get out of here.
[grunts]
-[Jiheff] Bitch! -[cries in pain]
Go on, finish that bitch. Fucking finish her.
-[grunts] -[woman crying]
Come on! What are you doing?
Move it. It's the police! Go! Get out of here!
[woman sobbing]
[somber music playing]
Ma'am, are you all right? Are you hurt?
[breathing heavily]
IVRY, PRESENT DAY
Guillaume. [groaning]
Guillaume.
Hey.
-[groans] -[Daco] Are you okay?
[grunts, groans]
We gotta go.
-[winces] -We gotta go.
-Oh, fuck! -Come on, let's get out of here, man.
-What happened? -Not sure.
[groans] Fuck.
Fuck.
[groaning]
Was that really your brother in the video?
Yeah, it was.
Maybe it was someone that looked like him. He's been dead for ten years.
No, I'm sure it was him. Fuck, my mother was right. [winces]
[solemn music playing]
[inmates yelling, whistling]
[Daco sniffling]
[sighs]
It's nice of you to come.
It's because of your brother.
I'm not speaking to you.
How are you?
-I'm okay. -[Mom] Aren't you ashamed?
-Mom, please don't-- -[Mom] What are you talking about?
You like having a brother who hurts people? Do you?
You think this a good example for you?
Is this what you wanna become, a psychopath?
Beating up a poor pregnant woman!
You're punishing us?
You've been ruining my life since you were born!
[door opens]
[door closes]
[brother] Don't be mad at her.
Nobody talks to her in the neighborhood anymore.
She's thinking about moving.
[chuckles]
[inhales deeply]
[sighs]
And how are you? Huh?
How's it goin', little brother?
I'm all right.
My injections are pretty easy.
That's great.
And the doctor says that I might even be able to play soccer again next year.
That's good to hear.
You doing okay in school?
You be careful, okay? Don't be like me.
All right, buddy?
You look better with more hair.
I like it a lot.
[chuckles softly]
Yeah.
[tattoo gun buzzing]
[endearing music playing]
NICE, PRESENT DAY
[brakes screeching]
[pulls parking brake]
[turns off engine]
[sighs]
[smacks lips]
[sighs]
I'll go with you tomorrow, okay?
Where to?
The ceremony for Judith.
What did you think? That…
That I'd let you go alone?
[chuckles softly]
[inhales deeply] Just promise then.
You go back home tonight.
Someone who loves you is waiting for you.
[sighs, chuckles]
[winces]
[car engine starts]
[car pulls away]
[grunts]
[choking]
-Joachim! -How's it goin', Guillaume?
Hey, how's my old pal, Fred?
What do you mean? You killed Fred.
I wish. You heard from him?
You must have been in contact with him.
[grunts]
He's gone! I don't know what you're talking about!
You don't know what I'm talking about? It's starting to make sense, huh?
When you see Fred,
tell him his old buddy Ostertag would like to have a little chat with him.
[grunts]
[Ostertag] Got it?
And Inès?
Give her a kiss for me.
Crazy how much she looks like her sister. Don't you think?
Leave her alone!
[panting]
["Shinnit" by Coca Vango and Asian Doll playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[Daco] You remember when we first met?
I had just got here.
I was working a few shifts at that bar
while I was waiting to find a real job.
And you were outside with Samia.
You smiled at me.
[nostalgic music playing]
[Daco] Ah, you were the first girl in a long time who smiled at me.
I told you some things about my life. I told you that…
[inhales deeply]
…I had lost both my parents,
that I was in prison.
Because you were dealing.
[breathes deeply]
[inhales deeply]
[exhales]
There's more you need to know, Awa.
Disgraceful things in my life,
from my past.
You deserve to know about it all, so you can decide if I should be a father.
[gentle music playing]
[inaudible]
[knocking on door]
[sighs]
Can't find your key?
You okay? What happened?
[sighs]
I just caught my hand in the gate.
What? No, seriously, Guillaume!
I'm fine. I'm not in the mood.
You kidding? Look at your hand.
[exhales]
Just tell me what happened.
I'm fine. I told you, okay?
Inès, sorry. I'm, uh…
I'm not mad at you. It's just that… [sighs]
That piece of shit gate gets stuck every time, and--
Just stop it. I know that's a lie, okay?
-I'm not lying! -Stop it.
You're blushing.
There and there.
I'm not lying.
If I'm blushing, it's because I've got a lot going on, that's all.
You're doing it again.
No, I'm not.
[eerie music playing]
[gasps]
[door closes]
[ominous music playing]
[somber music playing]
[bell tolling]
[inaudible]
[sniffling]
[sobbing]
[sniffling]
Excuse him, please. He's devastated.
[shakily] Do you want to see her? They made her look very nice.
Can you excuse me, please? [sobbing]
[breathes deeply]
[sobbing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[breathing shakily]
[Daco] What the fuck?
[exhales sharply]
[music intensifies]
[thrilling instrumental music playing]
BASED ON THE BOOK "GONE FOR GOOD" BY HARLAN COBEN
[music continues]