Last week, my daughter went missing.
Don't let them fail Katie.
PHONE VIBRATES
It was sent at 5:30 this morning. Katie's alive.
You're just upset because I mentioned Odile Lambert.
There's a text from Serge.
'I think he's done something stupid.'
YVETTE SCREAMS Could be alive!
Help me!
We also found something on Serge. Part of a map.
They've stopped the search. They've found a body.
Drink it. It might help. Thank you.
I've tried so hard not to think of this.
To focus on... finding her.
But what if she is...?
It won't be her.
How can you know that?
Take me there, please.
No, no, I can't.
Virginie said wait here with you until she came back.
I don't need a baby-sitter.
I need to know that Katie's not in those woods.
SHE SCREAMS
Sarah. No, no.
Is it Katie? No. No.
I... I want to see.
No! That's not possible. Please, Sarah.
Trust me. This girl's been dead for years.
Oh.
You have found Odile.
We need to check DNA and dental records.
First they kill Odile, then Serge.
That means that Katie is dead.
Oh, my God, it does. It does. It does, doesn't it?
We have no reason to think that.
Virginie! I must go.
What about Katie? Just give me a few hours, OK?
Wait at my house. It's safe there.
You just keep turning up, don't you?
Bit of rubber-necking to kick off the day?
No. I was actually about to go hunting out here,
then I saw all this, didn't I?
Hunting? Is that your idea of a good time, killing animals?
You know what?
People like you are the reason that I... I moved out here.
You see, there's no anti-hunt, anti-gun city dwellers
interfering in things they don't understand.
You were right.
It's not Katie.
Well... thank goodness for that.
Do you know where his house is?
The one that he's been renovating? Mark?
He lives on the edge of town, and I'd be very careful of him.
Always thought of him as a nasty piece of work.
CAR DOOR CLOSES
CHURCH BELL RINGS
MACHINE WHIRRING
DOOR OPENS, CLOSES
SOFTLY: Ah, come on.
Come on. Bloody hell are you?
DOOR CLOSES
PHONE RINGS
Hello? WHISPERS: Shit.
Hello, mate.
Yeah, yeah, all good, got time. What's up?
Really? LAUGHS
You're an idiot.
Right, yeah, I could probably make the same one.
Yeah, I reckon so.
Yeah.
Have you talked to Micky?
Two weeks? SHE SNEEZES
Hang on, mate, I'll call you back.
Oi! BANG ON DOOR
I heard you in there!
I've warned you thieving bastards before.
Come out from under there! I can see you!
I said come out from under there now!
What the hell are you doing?
Why did you lie about being here the night that Katie disappeared?
Get out of my van. Now!
The date on this proves that you were here.
So what? Tell me why you lied, or you'll be telling the police.
Will you just keep your voice down? Show me the inside of your house.
Fuck off. Don't have to prove nothing to you.
You know the last thing that Jason said to me before he died?
"Sorry. Sorry."
He was so full of guilt and remorse.
CHURCH BELL RINGS
Why did you go in there? What about waiting at my place?
You have to stop putting yourself in so much danger, Sarah.
I don't care about me. I just need to find Katie, OK?
I needed to look inside that house.
And she wasn't there. No.
But that Mark Jones is definitely dodgy.
He lied to my face about not being in France when Katie vanished.
He knew Jason.
He was working at the Morvans' when Katie was there.
That has got to be too many red flags.
Fair point. It is a lot.
But we already ran his plates.
His van wasn't near the caravan
or on the road back to town that night.
Then he was on foot? That's how he hunts the wild boar.
How long has he been renovating that house?
Six or seven years, I think.
Well, then, he could've been in Saint-Michel when Odile...
when Odile went missing. PHONE CHIMES
I'm telling you, you need to look in to him.
Investigate him properly. Xavier's awake and alert.
Then I need to go and talk to him before he gets banged up for good.
No way! But he might know where Katie is.
He certainly knows more than he's been telling me before.
I will go and talk to him right now, but alone.
Well, a fat lot of good that's gonna do you.
Xavier is a criminal who had just taken a...
a bullet from one of your lot.
So he knows that anything he says to you
can be used against him in court.
Why would he cooperate with you?
Me, on the other hand... he helped me breathe.
We connected.
He could easily have shot me
so that there were no witnesses to Jason's death, but he didn't.
No, Sarah...
What you're asking from me is...
Yeah, I know, I know, I get it. It's a lot.
But now that he is in custody for murder,
maybe he will actually talk to me.
This could be how we save her.
Katie's alive. I can feel it.
I just don't know how long for.
OK.
For you and Katie.
IN FRENCH:
Five minutes.
I'll wait outside in case my colleague comes back early.
He doesn't know his father is dead.
What have you done with Katie?
WHISPERING: Putain.
Nothing, I told you already.
Don't lie. There was blood in your caravan, so you torched it.
Your prints were on her backpack.
WHISPERS: Where the fuck is she?
HE GROANS Answer me.
OK, OK, Sarah! OK!
Katie stormed off and left her bag, so...
so I called after her and threw it out.
That's why my prints are on it.
Then the people I work for ordered me to burn the caravan
once they knew that Katie had been there.
I sell drugs from there,
and they knew that could lead back to them
if Katie's disappearance
meant forensics looked at the fucking caravan.
OK? Who do you work for?
Fabien? HE SCOFFS
I think you know I can't tell you that, right?
What about Mark Jones? Who?
Never heard of him.
What about my friend Jason? Was he at the party?
HE SIGHS
Did Fabien... pay you to kill him?
That was an accident, OK?
The gun went off as we fought.
Don't you talk crap, you little shit!
The man that you shot dead, was he at the rave?
Was he mixed up with Fabien and Mark Jones?
HE SCREAMS
I don't know! I don't know! Answer me!
Sarah! Step away from him! HE GROANS
I... I want to make a deal. I want to make a deal.
XAVIER EXHALES RAPIDLY
PHONE VIBRATES
IN FRENCH:
DRILL WHIRRING
BLOWS
KNOCKING ON DOOR
KNOCKING CONTINUES
You! You destroyed our lives!
Everything is fucked! Everything!
You stupid woman!
EMMA CRIES
OK.
Katie... Katie goes missing, your friend's killed,
now Dad's arrested.
It's... It's too much.
It's my fault for introducing her to Xavier, for...
for going to the party, it's all my fault.
EMMA CRIES
You have another guest.
DOOR CLOSES
KEYS DROP
Long story.
I was out of order at the hospital.
I'm sorry.
So am I.
You look into Mark Jones some more?
Not yet.
Today was just shit.
And what about Fabien? I'm off that case.
I am a liability when it comes to him, apparently,
even though his daughter is asleep on my sofa.
PHONE RINGS
Oui, Gabriel?
Merci. Salut.
Oh, God, what is it?
The preliminary forensic findings are that Odile was hit by a car.
That's what killed her? Looks like it.
This has major implications.
Papa. Ah, darling. Hey, hello.
Come to help me with the gardening? I know you love a little digging.
Odile was hit by a car.
And her body was moved then buried in the woods.
Looks like an accident that someone covered up.
Wow. That's awful.
Wait a minute.
Are you suggesting it was my car that hit that poor girl?
Well, was it, Papa?
An accident?
Did you panic? It's understandable.
Stop it! Just stop it.
No more.
I've told you, I've told you before,
and I've told your colleagues before.
I passed Odile on my way to see Sylvie,
and then a minute later,
the old blue Renault came the other way,
heading towards town, all right?
The second interview,
the one I cannot find on the police database,
do you remember how Serge reacted or what he said
when you told him about the other car?
No. No, no.
No, Serge wasn't in the second interview.
Emma.
I owe you an apology and my thanks.
Well, we both said some shitty things.
Yes, but you looked after Emma, brought her back.
I'm grateful.
Do you think that Katie could have found out about the drugs,
maybe from Xavier, and Fabien did something to shut her up?
I don't know.
Did Mark Jones talk to Katie when he was working here?
Yes, a few times.
Katie told me. Was he at the party that night?
I don't remember him being there, but I was...
..pretty out of it.
Not if he had to drive.
How come?
Because Mark has glaucoma. He won't drive after dark.
Always leaves here before the light fades.
Damn.
Sarah.
Is it about Katie? No.
I need you to ask Yvette Henin, who hates my guts, some questions.
She's not exactly keen on me either.
Appeal to her as the mother of a still-missing daughter,
and I think she'll talk to you.
Get away from me.
We need to talk, Yvette. Talk? You want to talk?
My son just told me how you tortured him in the hospital.
And that you let her. You bitch! Hey!
Your son killed Jason,
so let's just calm it down, shall we?
And I still need to find Katie!
And you want to pin that on Serge as well, like Odile?
I won't let you. That's not why we're here.
Serge had nothing to do with Odile's death. He was framed.
Can you remember what type of car Jerome had when Odile went missing?
Maybe a blue Renault? I wasn't here then, so I don't know.
I think he might have, yes.
When? It was about five years ago.
A blue Renault, you're sure? I am.
Jerome drove us to the beach in it a few times
but didn't keep it long, sold it for something newer.
Sold it after Odile went missing?
Yes. PHONE RINGS
Oui? Hello? That car was evidence.
I checked our records. He's deleted ever having owned it.
It is Serge's sister. I must take this.
What the hell is going on, Virginie?
I think Jerome got rid of all records of the second interview
with my dad five years ago, in which he mentioned
the blue Renault passing the night Odile disappeared.
Cos it was his own car? Precisely.
Then he faked Serge's signature in the official logs.
And the other day at the hotel,
when I told Serge about the missing interview and the blue Renault...
..Serge's phone records showed that he immediately called Jerome
two minutes after I spoke to him.
Well, this... this is Jerome's phone number?
It is.
But he tried to cover his tracks.
Last night, he mentioned Serge called him on the day he was killed.
They were close, so I didn't think it was suspicious.
But he kept the time vague.
Hoping that you wouldn't make the connection
with your conversation.
I suspect Serge arranged to meet with him
to get to the bottom of it all.
The blue Renault, the missing interview records.
This was Serge's case, one he never solved.
Then Jerome murdered... murdered him?
He made it look like a suicide...
to frame his friend for Odile's death,
planting the map so we'd find her body,
like it was Serge's confession...
..his reason for hanging himself.
SOFTLY: Jesus.
WHISPERING:
Are you certain about all this?
I wish I wasn't, but, yes.
Jerome made sure he was there when we found the body.
Hoisted his friend down, no forensic gloves.
Got his DNA all over him. He did that on purpose.
To cover the DNA he left. PHONE CHIMES
Clever bastard.
It's Jerome.
He's got my father's old UK police file
and done some digging of his own.
Says what he's found is bad.
He wants to meet me.
IN FRENCH:
I'm live-streaming you, Jerome!
And the police are on their way!
Where's Katie?
I told you to stay in the fucking car!
What have you done with her?
Nothing.
Bullshit. SIREN BLARES
Did he say anything about Katie? No.
All he admitted was accidentally killing Odile.
Said he'd been drinking.
His car hit her. She died almost instantly.
Jerome knew he'd be found guilty of manslaughter
so covered it up to be there for his wife.
To all my other questions, he said, "No comment."
But he knows where Katie is, right? He just won't admit it.
Jerome was not involved.
But he killed Serge. He did.
And he hasn't admitted that.
He was with me that night, Sarah. What do you mean?
When Katie vanished,
we were together at my house all night.
You two are sleeping together? We were.
SCOFFS
What a mess. Bloody right.
I've spent all day thinking that man killed my daughter.
For that, I'm sorry, Sarah.
I should have told you the minute we arrested him.
I didn't want to admit who I was in love with.
Not even to myself.
If Jerome... had nothing to do with the disappearance of my daughter,
then who did?
Mark Jones? Fabien?
Both are possible.
Or Xavier.
Oh, I don't think so. No, me neither.
Emma. No.
My father's front door was plastered
with the missing-person poster that you've made.
You think Andrew was involved? No.
But someone did.
And they wanted us to look at him.
The "Morvan psycho" graffiti...
..that had me focusing on Emma and her parents.
It's like they're all suspects.
We've been manipulated.
That's why Katie's backpack was left at the monument.
I think I know where she is.
What now? We get them to come out.
BEEPING
Are you sure this is the place?
I'm not just getting my hopes up for nothing?
No, Sarah, you're not.
The owners live in Paris and rarely visit.
About a year ago, there was a break-in here, which I investigated.
See that? Yes.
Weeks later, a known local thief was caught
trying to sell the stolen silverware.
He's now in prison.
And the very last time I was here...
..their cleaner came by.
A man has been arrested for killing Odile.
Who? Captain Jerome Ricard.
That son of a bitch. He confessed.
It was an accident.
He hit her with his car and covered it up.
It's finished, Audrey.
OK.
Follow me.
Wait here. No.
I'm coming with you.
SOFTLY: Katie. Katie.
Mum? CRYING: Oh, Katie!
Oh, Katie!
Oh, my God!
Oh, you're OK! You're OK.
I am, Mum. I am.
SARAH CRIES
I'm fine. She didn't hurt me.
Virginie.
Thank you. Hello, Katie.
I'm Lieutenant Virginie Taylor, and I'm happy to meet you.
Hi. Do you need medical assistance?
No, I... I really am OK.
She's... She's perfect.
Yes, she is.
Now, you should both wait in the car while I deal with Audrey.
No. No, I need to hear what she has to say.
I think Mum should.
Audrey told me about her daughter. It's important.
OK.
Well?
I do not sleep. Not since Odile went missing.
Sometimes, I walk or drive to break up long nights.
I saw Katie in the road.
It was very late, and she was struggling.
I recognised you from school.
I could see you were not in a good state.
I was worried about her, so I offered her a lift into town.
Thanks, Mum.
I think I took something.
'Up close, I see how much she's like my Odile.'
It felt as if God or fate made our paths cross that night, you know,
that we met for a reason.
And that's when I had the idea.
The idea to kidnap my daughter,
to get the police to reopen the investigation
into the disappearance of Odile.
I'm sorry to you both.
But I needed justice for her,
and no-one would give it to me, so I had to take it myself.
It was you who made that call that Sarah missed, not Katie, yes?
I hung up as she answered.
I wanted to plant a seed of doubt.
I was going to send a "help me" message 24 hours later.
Did not expect her to come here so quickly.
You're a good mother, Sarah.
That's when you dropped the breadcrumbs
so that we could follow the clues.
I did all these things and more,
pointed you towards the people I suspected of killing Odile.
And I was wrong about them all.
But not about Katie.
Your daughter is kind and brave.
Once I explained what I was doing and why,
she didn't try to escape or fight me when she could have.
I'm grateful for this, Katie.
I wasn't afraid of you.
If that had changed, then...
Thank you for trusting me.
And thank you...
..for catching my Odile's killer.
She doesn't seem to care what happens to her now.
She has justice for her daughter.
Maybe that's enough.
Katie...
..I know that there were things
that you felt you couldn't talk to me about.
Only about certain things.
I want that to change.
Me too.
Jason said that... you two would talk.
Did he ever...? No.
I tried to kiss him once.
I'm sorry. No. No, no, I'm sorry.
I think I called him before Audrey picked me up.
Did he help you look for me, Mum?
Jason wasn't the man I thought he was.
But at the end, he tried to be.
What do you mean "at the end"?
I almost forgot this. For Katie to practise her French.
It's good. I'm sure she'll love it.
So, I'm useless at goodbyes,
but I wanted to say thank you, Virginie...
..for everything, really.
I couldn't have asked for a better friend at a time like this.
It has been quite a ride.
That's an understatement.
The English in me, no?
LAUGHS
We got Jason's other phone records back.
You want to know what's in them?
No.
What will happen to Audrey? That's up to the prosecutor.
Merci.
For you. Thank you... for everything.
You're welcome, Katie.
Safe travels.