Good.
Merger Agreement
There!
So… This is the start of a new story.
Yes, congrats.
I've never had the chance to be part of a merger like this in my career.
It's as emotional as a wedding.
That doesn't make sense. How could a bird break a window like that?
Hello, Astrid.
Hello, Raphaëlle.
So, you've already met Mr. Gaillard's successor?
They have not been appointed yet.
We do not know who it will be yet.
You are late. One cannot be late.
In your message you said “I'll pick you up in 5 minutes”.
That was...
17 minutes ago.
I'm sorry. And I know you have issues with unexpected things.
It is not really unexpected.
How so?
I have always classified events in my life in several categories.
There are expected events, like when I go
to work at the Criminal Documentation for example.
And there are the unexpected ones.
Those are divided into several categories themselves.
- Really? - Yes.
Which ones?
There are predictable unexpected events.
If I go to the post office for example, there could be a waiting line.
Ok. And unpredictable unexpected events?
If the post office is closed, for exceptional reasons.
Computer failure for example.
So when I'm late, that's a predictable unexpected event?
Exactly. If you were on time,
that would be an unpredictable unexpected event.
- Hey, that's a joke! - Yes.
I made a joke, Raphaëlle.
It's very funny.
The 12 people who were in the room are being taken care of.
They're all in shock.
That's understandable. A sniper shot in the middle of Paris?
Our victim is a business lawyer. He just signed a merger
between two major industrial groups. The stakes are very high.
Yeah, the bullet hit him straight in the heart.
Great shooter.
We deployed our team in the whole neighborhood.
We're looking for the location where the sniper
took his shot in the surrounding buildings.
Obviously, something's wrong with the bullet's trajectory.
It is because there were two.
Sorry?
It is not the bullet that broke the window that killed the victim.
There were two shots.
There would be two bullet holes in that case.
There is a body of consistent evidence indicating that the two shots
were fired from inside the room, and that it is and that it is on the way out
that the bullet exploded the window.
The victim was killed by someone who was in this room.
Astrid, you know I don't doubt your talents
but there are 12 witnesses.
No, there are 12 suspects.
Ok, let's say. We have 12 suspects. You're saying
among those 12, not one saw the shooter?
Far-fetched much?
Or maybe they were all accomplices?
Like Murder on the Orient Express?
No, Raph, I really don't believe that.
Half the witnesses didn't know each other before today.
Well, let's check the connections between all participants.
And especially with the victim.
Oh, what's that?
It's a Sturnus vulgaris unaus, commonly known as a starling.
I'm interested in birds.
Yes, we found that in the room and the witnesses,
I mean the suspects, said it entered when the window exploded.
Are you kidding? The Starling.
Doesn't ring a bell? The Starling?
Astrid, you're thinking the same thing as me, right?
Commander Coste, I cannot know if I am thinking the same thing as you.
But statistically, it seems highly improbable that it is the case.
Not at the same time anyway.
Of course. But I mean, what does a starling make you think of?
The same thing as you, I would guess.
No, not The Starling.
The Starling, yes.
Yes, The Starling. There.
The Starling.
So, can someone explain?
You're not ready.
February 3rd, 2004. A William Turner painting, valued at £25 millions
disappears from the Tate Museum in London. The robbery happens
in broad daylight. There's guards, visitors, the alarm system doesn't set off.
There are no traces, not one fingerprint, except this.
The robbery was signed with a stencil in the shape of a bird.
Since that was all we had, we named the suspect “The Starling”.
Please, sir.
That was the beginning of a long series of robberies. All more
spectacular than the last. The second occurrence was in Moscow...
You didn't come with Astrid?
Yes, look. Official debriefs are too hard for her. So we decided to…
To do this. There's too much noise, too many people she doesn't know.
- It's great. - Yeah.
And if she wants to participate, she sends me a text. Ah, she's sending a text.
What is she saying?
She wants us to shut up. She wants to listen to the debrief.
All good?
We're not bothering you, Coste?
If you want to share something with the group, go ahead, we're listening.
Not at all, sir. It's alright.
What did I just say?
- What you just said? Right now? - Yes.
Every time, it was the same signature each time. A starling stencil.
Well done, Commander Coste.
Even today, we don't have any real leads on the Starling's identity.
What I want to know is why you think there's a connection
between what happened this morning and the Starling.
Because you want to make sure this case is sufficiently covered
by the media, maybe?
No, because I'm leading this investigation.
See Nicolas, the problem with the new DA is that they're always very zealous.
To stop unmanageable cops being out of control.
- Flattery won't lead you anywhere, sir. - Coste!
Ok. Ballistics confirmed the bullet was fired from inside the room.
The 12 people who were in the room with Boris Joubert all have powder
on their clothes. But none have enough to have fired the weapon.
Meaning there was a 13th person in the room when the murder
happened. And no one saw anything, like with the Starling's stunts.
Except what distinguishes the Starling's stunts as you say,
is precisely the lack of violence.
He usually signs with a stencil.
This time, he signed with a dead bird.
Coste.
Let's start with interviewing the 12 people who were in the room.
I already asked Arthur and Nicolas to go over their lives
to find a connection to the victim.
Good.
You thought to get the names of the people who were in the tower at that time?
No? Well, do it.
If you want to interview them all, we'll need reinforcements.
500 working full-time, a hundred visitors.
I'll update you as we make progress.
Thank you, Commissioner. I'd love to make an announcement rather quickly.
- Have a nice day, sir. - Commissioner.
Coste.
It was great seeing you.
What? It was great seeing you. It's been what?
15 years since we last saw each other.
Ok, what do you want? You want a rematch, right here, right now?
Why not?
Because I didn't bring my racket. Have a nice day, sir.
Have a nice day, Coste.
Did you see the list of people who could be the Starling?
They were all suspects at one point. Berton, Riquelinx, Pouilloux, Seguins,
Bourtine, Dalnadja, and him, Guillaume Delerue.
So?
So he was registered as a visitor of the tower this morning.
Guillaume Delerue. Neurologist. He published several books about
the workings of the brain. It was a hit. He gives lectures all over the world.
And apparently he didn't leave La Défense.
- What? - I said, apparently he didn't leave La Défense.
No. Meaning?
Meaning he's giving a lecture there in the afternoon. In the tower across the street.
Ok.
You run companies of what? 500, 1,000, 100,000 employees.
Yet, your brains play tricks on you all the time. Because that's how it works.
Our attention span is very limited. So your brain takes shortcuts
to make quick decisions. But shortcuts, in management, can also be traps.
Ma'am? Could you help me for a little demonstration, please?
- No, no. - Please.
No, no.
Magicians always need a lovely assistant.
So…
- Do you care about your watch? - I kinda do.
I'll squeeze, so you feel it enough to make sure I won't steal it.
If I do this with my other hand, you can be sure it's not playing tricks on you.
What I'm doing is saturating the attention of this young lady
to prevent her from realizing that I am indeed stealing her watch.
And that is really important to understand for leaders.
Attention can only focus on a few points at the same time.
Criminal police, can I talk to you in private?
I guess this has to do with the murder that happened
in the tower across from here?
You're well informed.
Well, everyone is well informed. The info circulated on every channel.
You know about that, right?
Of course.
- My watch. Give me back my watch. - Of course.
Great, thank you Mr. DA and his big mouth. How can you work with a guy like that?
He discredits us. Damn.
And Delerue, you notified him of his custody?
You're kidding? We have nothing.
Yes we do. We just did a search at his place.
You'll need to explain why we found this at your place.
On the register and the CCTV, you enter the building one hour before
the crime. And you leave 20 minutes after.
I told you. I had a meeting with an editor. Editions Junot,
for a future book. I met with their secretary, she had me wait a little.
And then she told me the meeting was cancelled.
I left. That's it.
The editor doesn't have an office in the building.
And they say they never had any contact with you.
Wait, the crime happened how? You're sure I had time to do it?
I'm the one asking questions.
Or it'll be my lawyer.
Tell me how the murder happened.
We're missing...
a few elements.
You don't actually know how it happened, right?
The victim was confined with 12 people.
None are the shooter and none saw the shooter.
- It's brilliant. - Sorry?
I don't know who did that but they're a genius in diverting attention.
Diversion of attention is the center point of my research.
I'm just saying.
Raph, you're seriously asking me to trust some kind of mentalistic neurologist?
Shhh, shut up!
It's his job. If a magician did this, he can help us.
Of course if he did it, he can tell us how it happened!
He won't tell us how it happened if he did it.
Yes, to trick us! Raph, that guy…
That guy is a manipulator. He's an expert in manipulation, even.
Shhh, I feel good about this. I feel good about this, I'm telling you!
You know what? You deal with the DA.
We don't have to tell him. Huh?
We don't tell him.
You're a pain!
Ok? Come on. I'll call Astrid, we'll pick her up on the way.
- I don't feel good about this. - Don't worry.
If it goes well, he'll give us a medal. At worst, he won't know anything.
Sir, we were actually about to call you.
Yeah, we were about to.
You can go through. It is only for accredited people,
and in these circumstances, you are accredited. There, under, good. Sorry, sir.
The victim was here, right?
Yes, here.
So… Everyone is here, listening to Joubert's speech.
And at one point, a noise makes them turn their heads.
They see the broken window and the bird on the floor. Someone says
something like: How could a bird break a window like this one?
And when they turn around, they discover that the victim was shot in the heart.
Is that correct?
That's what the witness statements said, yes.
- But that's not what happened. - Sorry?
He said “that is not what happened”.
First, there's the starling, thrown on the floor.
Then a first gunshot, then the window breaking. If the weapon had a silencer,
the pane that broke at the same time made more noise, attracting
the attention of the people in the room, saturating their attention.
- Raphaëlle. - Shhh, not now.
The brain did the rest. Putting the elements in the order it deemed
the most logical.
Meanwhile, they didn't see the victim being shot.
- How so? - There was an enlightening experience on the subject.
You show a video to a panel, and ask people to count the number of passes
between two basketball teams.
- Commander Coste. - During the video, without hiding, an actor disguises themself
as a gorilla and passes through the video. Most people, focused on
following the ball, don't even see the gorilla.
- Their attention is saturated. - Not seeing a guy in a gorilla costume?
Who wouldn't see that?
It depends if your attention is focused on something else.
In that case, you wouldn't see, like you didn't see this right now.
Mr. Delerue took off his handcuffs during his demonstration. You didn't see.
Why didn't you tell me, Astrid?
I kept telling you. You said “shhh”, like this. Shh, yes.
- She would see the gorilla, that's for sure. Right? - Yes.
Apparently, we're looking for a magician or someone very good
in diverting attention.
Like a neurologist whose research is all about that?
- Come on, Nico. - Well, yeah.
I don't dismiss Delerue as a suspect, but we have nothing solid on him.
To catch him or to find another suspect, we need to start from the beginning.
What do we have on the victim, privately speaking?
Not much. Single, no kids, no known close friends, no girlfriend,
only coworkers.
- The guy lived for his work. - Yeah. What do you have?
I followed his credit card statements. Mr. Joubert had a hobby.
A very nice hobby.
Candlelit dinner: €300, intimacy with Mr.: €500, intimacy with Mrs.: €400.
- He used an escort website. - Yeah, a very official website. Looks like a food delivery website.
- Yeah? Show me. - Don't. You can't afford it.
It's for the case.
I managed to get access to our victim's profile on the website.
- He always called on the same girl, Ambre. - Pretty, Ambre.
- We love Ambre. Very nice. Specialized in GFE. - GFE?
Girlfriend Experience. Basically she doesn't act as a typical prostitute,
but as the client's girlfriend.
- Would be good to interrogate her. - Totally.
I'll interrogate her. I have doubts about your objectivity, guys.
Hi. The same, please.
- I'm happy you called me. Raphaëlle, right? - Yes, well, I'd rather you don't call me that.
As you want. The customer is always right.
And I'm not a customer.
And I'm not a prostitute, that's how this works.
Don't worry. I don't care what you do to make a living.
- I'm interested in one of your customers, Boris Joubert. - There you go.
Thanks.
He was murdered.
Wait, who was he to you exactly?
We became close. That's it, it happens.
- Did he tell you about himself, his private life? - No, never.
He never told me about his family or.. or even his friends.
But he was gentle, he was considerate.
He was a real gentleman.
I felt safe with him.
- He did incredible things with his hands. - That's none of my business.
Oh, no. No, I didn't mean that.
I mean.. He made coins appear and disappear but it wasn't cheesy at all. It was…
- It was crazy stuff. - Like magic?
Yes, exactly.
Hello, Gilles. Astrid, I got your text.
- So you found something on Joubert? - Yes.
But before telling you what I found,
I must explain beforehand, that there is a network of people like me.
- Like you. Autistic people? - No, criminal documentalist, Raphaëlle.
- It is a completely unofficial network. - Of course.
Most of the time, we only talk about classification.
But sometimes, exceptionally, we ask questions about other things.
No way! And your network… They're documentalists from all over the country?
No, all over the world.
- Shoes. - Yes.
Oh, these are all the cases credited to the Starling.
I studied Boris Joubert's agenda. He travelled a lot for work.
In February 2004, he's in London. On February 3rd, 2004, a William
Turner painting was stolen in broad daylight from the Tate Museum.
- The first robbery of the Starling. - Yes.
On May 4th, 2010, he's in Moscow. That is when a robbery happened
at a diamond merchant on the Red Square, signed by the Starling.
On July 6th, 2014, he's at the Hôtel de Normandie in Deauville.
That same day, the Starling stole all the revenue from the horse race in that city.
Raphaëlle, there is a body of consistent evidence making me think
that Boris Joubert was the Starling.
Joubert wasn't a victim of the Starling because Joubert was the Starling.
And we needed to take the dead starling we found on the crime scene
- in the literal sense. The Starling is dead. - You're sure?
Coste is affirmative and Astrid Nielsen was able to prove Joubert
was present for every crime of the Starling. What do we do with Delerue?
We keep him. He was in the building at the time of the crime.
- Until proven otherwise, he's our main suspect. - Ok.
- I'm sorry Mr. Gaillard but it's a disaster. - You told her what to do?
Of course. It's not rocket science. Honestly,
I'm not sure we're equipped to have staff like her.
Thank you.
Welcome to the Criminal Documentation storeroom, Astrid.
5 linear km of official reports, medico-legal institute registers,
reports from the lab.
But without order, all this is just paper.
Millions of pieces of paper with no value.
Our vocation isn't to keep pieces of paper, Astrid.
Our vocation is making their content accessible to the present.
27 years ago, I had just started my mission here.
There had been a mistake in registering a file. Dozens of reports were lost.
The Marceau case was severely penalized by this mistake.
I'll never forget it.
Every step of archiving is essential. What you have to do upstairs
is part of the process without which all this wouldn't make sense.
Do you understand?
When I do research at the Criminal Documentation, careful,
I am faced with 2 major risks. Noise and silence.
Noise is the irrelevant documents that show up in response to a question.
For our investigation, there are hundreds of files in which Boris
Joubert's name is cited as a lawyer, but that are not linked to his death.
And then there is silence.
It is relevant documents that do not show up during a literature search.
Information does not appear. You could think it does not exist.
In that case, you need to find the way that leads to this information.
I have found the way, Raphaëlle.
- Here. - When are these files from?
- From the early 90s. - Joubert was a kid back then.
He was arrested numerous times for pickpocketing.
There are dozens.
He was already into prestidigitation.
Looks like the future Starling learned his tricks in the streets.
Being a minor allowed him to get a suspended sentence only.
And with the elements Astrid found, I was able to study the file more.
- And what did you find? - More like who did I find.
When he was 15, Joubert was part of a rehabilitation program and worked
for Carmine the Magician. Remember him?
Carmine the Magician! I was a fan when I was a kid! He had a show!
It'd be a good idea to interrogate him for the case, right?
- Oh, you want to get that autograph you didn't get when you were little. - Not at all.
He kinda fell into oblivion since he's not on TV anymore.
But he's still into magic. He's running a museum devoted to magic in the Marais.
- I just sent you the address. - Ok, thanks Nico.
- You're welcome. - Wow, Carmine the Magician.
Did you see that, Astrid?
I love that!
It-It fell.
It-It is fixed.
This, this, this.
This, this is great.
“Spiritualism and its quirks”.
- Oh, a sarcophagus, I love it. - No touching.
Hello!
And welcome to my magic den.
Come on in.
Hello, Mr. Carmine.
Commander Coste. We'd like to ask you a few questions.
What a great idea.
Nice!
A card trick! I love magic.
You're going to choose a card.
- Any card? - Any card.
- Don't show it to me. Show it to your colleague. - Yes.
- It is the king of diamonds. - No.
- Yes, it is the king of diamonds. - No-
- No, no, no - - No Astrid. Don't say it.
It should be specified beforehand.
It's alright. Put it back.
We'll ignore this. Come on, take a new one.
Show her.
In silence.
Perfect, put it back in the deck, wherever you please.
- And shuffle it- - Shuffle it!
It's gonna be hard to find it again.
- Good luck. - Now, take the wand here.
Yes.
And you're going to go over the deck with it.
And please, do a gesture-
- Like this? - A magic gesture, yes.
Careful.
Chosen card,
rise up.
It's my card!
Again.
See, Astrid, that's magic.
The man is using a string to manipulate the card.
- Let me have this one? - You have this one.
No, I apologize. But magic… It's not like puzzles.
I don't want to know what's really going on...
You're ruining my childhood here.
What I want to know is why you're here.
Yes, of course.
How did you meet Boris Jaubert?
I used to take in a lot of teens from rehabilitation programs.
I did everything I could to help them out.
I went to the school of hard knocks,
I have known delinquency.
Jaubert, he was very different from the others.
Very talented.
Talented for card tricks or for pick-pocketing?
Oh, please.
He could have become the greatest illusionist of his time
but he chose a less legal route.
And,
honestly, I wasn't that surprised
to hear that he was the Starling.
And I'm even a little proud to have tutored such a legend.
Hold up,
how do you know about the Starling?
It's not public knowledge yet.
Yes, it is. Half an hour ago,
the DA held a speech.
Aren't you aware?
What an asshole this one, I swear.
Sorry.
Magic tricks have strong effects on Raphaëlle.
But there is something I do not understand.
I can see the manipulation every time.
I do not understand how she does not.
It's not magic.
It's just manipulation.
Ask Harry Potter what magic is.
Ah, this.
Yes...
among neurodivergents, magic is a sensitive subject.
Mind you, I knew some for which it was their special interest.
But most of us are unresponsive, like Alice and Astrid.
But why?
Well...
Those are the trickeries used by magicians, the prestidigitators,
that fail our brains.
In an impressionist painting,
neurotypicals see a landscape,
autistic people see colored stains.
The other way around,
seeing the whole picture prevents from seeing the details.
It's our burden but,
it can also be our strength.
You're well placed to know it, Astrid.
Astrid?
I know you're here.
Come out!
I shouldn't have shown you this place.
You can't come here alone,
you could get in trouble, you understand?
The person from the inventory told me what you did.
Some sort of fit.
I'm going to call your father. I'm sorry.
The woman from the inventory?
She puts music on
and she talks all the time.
I cannot focus when
there is music and people are talking all the time.
I feel like everything is taking place inside my head.
OK.
I'll ask to turn the music down.
Let's go back up now.
What do you have here?
This can't get out of here.
What is this?
The Marceau case file?
But it's-
It's impossible,
how did you do it?
I worked my way up through the words.
Come on.
I'm proud to announce
that we uncovered who was hiding behind the Starling
by linking the latter's schedule and the victim's.
Fuck.
Guillaume Delerue stays our primary suspect as of now.
By killing the Starling,
he took down one rival
and probably proved his superiority in their art.
Oh, fuck.
The investigation is still ongoing,
we'll keep you informed all in good time.
I'm going to kill him.
Ah.
If I got it right, magic tricks
always work almost the same way.
One saturates the spectator's attention
so one information can go unnoticed.
- Yes. - Yes.
Your point being?
Since I am not responsive to diversions,
I might notice the manipulation.
Alright.
Astrid, sit there.
- Here. - Yes.
Sorry.
- So? - So,
the camera filming the main entrance is camera number 4.
Try to narrow it down, we can't watch everything from the start.
You're going too far.
Go backwards.
Backwards.
- Could you put the other picture up? - Stop.
Zoom in.
You were right Astrid, it's Ambre.
The escort the victim was seeing.
Could you put the other picture up?
Xavier, could you get Delerue please?
If she was the one greeting him at his meeting,
it could vouch for his version.
It was a trap.
I watched this video over ten times and I didn't even notice.
That's what Delerue was saying, our focus was elsewhere.
- The other picture. - Great job, Astrid.
Ah, Mr. Delerue.
Can you identify this woman?
Of course!
That's the editor's assistant.
The one who told me to wait.
No.
- That's an escort. - Who got you.
Could you put the other picture up?
- Which picture, Astrid? - Ah, finally.
The one where we see the forensics team
going in and out of the building.
There.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.
5 walked in,
but 6 walked out.
Nice, Astrid.
- Are you sure, Commander Coste? - Yes, sir.
We're almost certain this 6th person is Jaubert's murderer.
Would identification be possible?
Absolutely not.
They are all wearing the regulatory forensics suit.
With that hood,
might as well try to tell a smurf apart from another smurf.
Because beside Smurfette and Papa Smurf-
There are also Brainy Smurf, Greedy Smurf... I think we get it, thanks.
And the fact that they went out using the side door is important.
They didn't go through the metal detectors.
So you're saying the murderer
could have walked out incognito with the murder weapon on them.
There, you understood well.
How perceptive, sir.
Oh, by the way,
at your next speech,
you won't forget to mention my peer, Astrid Nielsen
for the achievements she displayed once more in this case.
Instead of claiming they were yours.
Firstly, I'm not claiming anything,
and secondly, don't cry victory
because you haven't arrested the murderer yet.
Well, I have a witness to interrogate. Thank you, sir.
Goodbye.
Coste,
where do you think this is heading, getting in his face like this?
You think I was disrespectful?
- You could say that, yeah. - Really?
I'm under the impression he likes me.
Yes, Miss Nielsen, you...
You had something to tell me?
Pray tell, please.
Goodbye.
I lined up the balls.
Thanks.
You really thought we wouldn't notice?
You forget to tell us
you were at the crime scene the first time I interrogated you?
I was scared it would turn against me.
You realize this is worst now?
- I'm going to explain. - I'd like that, yeah.
2 days before Boris' death, I had a client.
Jean-Louis.
He told me he wanted to prank one of his friends,
a Guillaume Delerue.
I had to pretend to be a secretary and when Guillaume would come up,
tell him his meeting had been cancelled.
But you just accepted, no questions asked?
He offered €1,000€ to do it.
And I had no reason to be suspicious.
It's only afterwards that I understood that…
That I was maybe an accomplice to Boris' death.
Ok...
We have to find this Jean-Louis, now.
Could you describe him?
About 70 years old.
Grey hair.
Not that tall.
Wait, what we're going to do is
we're going to track him down
via the internet connection he used.
Meanwhile, we're gonna call a technician to do a sketch,
that's alright with you?
But wait, that's him.
It's him on the picture.
Carmine?
Carmine, the Magician?
No?
Are you sure?
Jean-Luigi Carmine Geraldini,
pseudonym Carmine, born on the 14th/12/1962 in Paris.
Okay, I might have something.
A Figaro article from June 24th, 1992,
titled “the end of an empire for Carmine the Magician.”
Go on, tell us.
Head management decided
to end Carmine's show,
who delighted our little darlings
every Saturday afternoon for almost two decades.
Management points out a lack of interest from the public
and a wish to modernize the channel
but a complaint made against the magician
- could be one of the reasons. - A complaint?
- For what? Do you know? - No. Nothing.
If only we knew someone who could find the original copy of the complaint.
I go or you go?
I go.
I have a hard time identifying the level of language you use
with the DA in charge of the investigation.
You are familiar,
but not friendly.
Yes but no.
I know him from before, Astrid.
Well, I knew him.
Knew him very well, in fact,
- if you see what I mean. - Absolutely.
You knew him very well,
and you don't know him that well now.
No.
Ah.
I used to go out with him.
Go out with him?
Well...
he was my lover,
my boyfriend.
We used to sleep together!
Oh, sorry. I had not understood.
It wasn't a guy for me, anyway.
Under his charming attitude and his pretty face,
he's toxic.
Why have a relationship with him, then?
That…
Because that's all me.
You can be sure that as soon as there's a toxic man around,
I rush in.
Yeah.
It would suffice to not rush in.
It's a bit more complicated than that, Astrid.
I do not think so, no.
It would suffice to not rush in.
This is the complaint you had asked for. Against Carmine.
Filed on the 13th of April '92,
made by one Fabrice Renard.
It has been removed since then, but there is still a copy.
A complaint for sexual touching on a minor.
Mr Renard,
may I know why you removed this complaint 30 years ago?
The real question is why I ever filed a complaint.
I was seeking attention, I guess.
He pressured you, didn't he?
Course not!
Not Carmine the Magician! Kids' friend!
Listen,
you're safe here.
There are cops everywhere.
We're in the middle of the station.
- You can talk to me. - You think that's stopping him?
You don't know what he's capable of.
You saw what happened when Boris tried to stand in his way.
You know Boris Jaubert?
We were on an internship for Carmine at the same time.
Carmine never touched the hair of a child in the audience.
His loving touch, as he would call it,
it was only for us.
Who is us?
Us, the teens from the rehabilitation programs.
Juvenile delinquents.
Whose words stood no chance against his.
Which is why they all kept quiet.
But when they said Carmine was to have a new show,
Boris went crazy.
He had grown up,
he wasn't scared anymore.
What did he do?
He reached out
to me and a few other victims.
He went to see Carmine,
told him if he didn't stop his new project on his own,
we would expose the truth.
You saw the results.
Commander?
- Found it. - There we go.
- Send this to ballistics? - Yeah.
- Let's hope he's not on his way to Uruguay. - No,
he doesn't know or he wouldn't have left this in plain view.
He thinks he's smarter than us.
Mr. Carmine.
Voila.
It's over. You're trapped.
The neighborhood is locked up, don't try to escape.
You see me running away?
Let's be serious, I'm too old for this.
I…
Can I ask you a question?
Let's hear it.
How did you figure it out?
Ambre.
The escort you used.
To perfect my project, I needed information about Joubert.
The only person who could give me some was her.
She didn't tell me about this.
It came insidiously, over time.
And...
All my art was
to learn how to read between the lines.
Your art?
It didn't prevent you from being caught.
You lost.
No, Miss.
I orchestrated a spectacular magic trick
with the entire world as my audience.
You know what the entire world is gonna remember you by?
That you're just some mediocre guy
who used his fame to abuse kids.
I know how to use the media too,
you can trust me on this.
Stand up, please.
DA's secretary.
Mr Forest is in a hearing. Can I take a message?
Ok,
I'll pass it on.
Goodbye.
Who was that?
The cop, the one in charge of the Starling case.
She caught the murderer.
I'll call her back later.
Wait.
Drinks tonight to celebrate that?
In your dreams.
I am not allowed to be here.
Yes, you're allowed.
I took care of it.
It was the inventory room
before they moved everything upstairs.
It's useless now.
If you want,
you can settle in here.
You'll be at peace here.
To do your work.
I am qualified.
I know Astrid.
I do know.
By the way,
I gave the Marceau case file to the Justice,
they're going to reopen it.
Thanks to you,
the archive finds its use again in present times.
Well done Astrid.
Thank you.
Thank you, Mr. Gaillard.
Good evening, Astrid.
I'm not bothering you?
Good evening, William.
Absolutely not.
You had informed me about your visit.
Right,
a predictable unexpected event.
Exactly.
Do you want tea?
It is appropriate.
You visit me, I make tea.
It is appropriate. Voila.
Don't feel like you have to.
No, but it is appropriate.
Yeah, if you say so.
Listen, I didn't dare to ask you the question yesterday at the social aptitude group,
especially in front of the others.
How are you?
It is a strange question, William.
Usually asked by neurotypicals.
Yes, yes. I know.
But I'm not asking the question like everyone else,
like “Hey, how are you” and then the reply “fffeeeww”.
No, no,
I'm more like,
how are you?
Really?
How are you doing?
I know there has been a lot of changes in your life lately.
You're living without a guardian now,
Mr. Gaillard is not by your side anymore.
Things changed
so naturally,
I'm wondering.
Are you okay?
He is dead.
I am primarily afraid Mr. Gaillard's death
will generate changes in my daily life at the Criminal Documentation.
But as of now
I think I can answer.
I am fine.
I am okay.
Good.
Yesterday, at the social aptitude group,
I realized something thanks to you.
- Really? - Really.
I always thought people like us needed people
like Raphaëlle to cope with certain situations
but it is way more complex than that.
The world is made up of our differences.
It needs people like us,
who only see the colored stains and not the landscape,
and it needs people like Raphaëlle, who only see the landscape
even if it sometimes leads them to lose their judgments.
It is only when we are together
that we can see the entirety of the picture.
One cannot work without the other.
- The tea. - Ah, yes. Thank you.
The tea.