-Jules!
Jules!
-Departure for Strasbourg at 6.36am.
Epernay 8h52,
Commercy 10:15 a.m., LunГ©ville 11:22 a.m. -Jules!
Hey, you scared me!
... Come on, put on your helmet.
... Put the.
... Come on.
Fabian!
-Camille?
It's not the time for...
- Cut the charade.
He can't hear this.
Mum needs to talk to dad.
I'll be back. -Everything is fine.
- Stop the run around.
I found your cell phone.
It's not possible.
-Vitry-le-FranГ§ois is not served from April 19 to 25.
Vitry-le-Francois is not...
Line H, direction Persan-Beaumont, next departure from Paris at 5:23 p.m.
La Barre-Ormesson 5:33 p.m., Enghien 5:35 p.m.,
Ermont-Eaubonne 5:39 p.m., Gladioli 5:47 p.m.
-According to article 429, any report or report has no probative value
only if it is regular in form.
If its author acted
in exercise
of his duties and reported what he saw, heard,
or personally observed.
Miss Nielsen.
Miss Nielsen!
I am talking to you.
You can come here?
- Hmm hmm.
-Please come here.
Take your time.
-Thank you.
-Here is a hearing report in a narcotics case.
What can you tell us?
Is there a problem, Miss Nielsen?
-I am qualified.
- So, this report reminds you of something?
-Yes.
I am qualified.
- But you can't say.
Miss Nielsen,
the ticket!
-This is disgusting.
-Because when they talk,
are they going to be cool?
This ticket, is it coming?
You have failed.
That's fine.
Go !
Go sit down.
- We secured the perimeter.
But I don't know if the site has been preserved.
-Who is it ? -Fabien Boyer
identified by staff.
-He worked here? - No, well...
for a subcontractor.
-Witnesses ? -It is complicated.
And Astrid? -I got a text.
She should be there.
-I am qualified.
660 trains, 110,000 passengers.
I'm capable.
I am qualified.
-Astrid.
There you are.
-I went to the documentation.
I established many scenarios,
to anticipate any unforeseen events that may arise.
-Is it the station that stresses you out?
-I am qualified.
-I'm here.
Come with me.
-Persan-Beaumont, departure at 5:23 p.m.
-We found him there.
He's his son.
He came on Wednesdays.
He is autistic.
- He's just repeating that. Like a litany.
-The Gladioli, 5:47 p.m.
Persan-Beaumont... -Echolalia.
-Sorry ? - Echolalia.
The litany has a liturgical vocation, echolalia, regulatory.
It helps calm him down.
- He only says that.
Whatever he saw, he won't be able to say.
A station without witnesses!
-This is the 5th station in Paris.
-Only ? -660 trains for 4 countries.
Daily patronage of 110,000 travellers.
-Great, 110,000 suspects!
-So ? -9mm at point blank.
- The weapon is missing.
-One glove.
In his hand, the boy.
He was holding a glove.
-In addition to his father, there was a third person.
-Jules!
Jules!
Oh !
-Criminal squad. ...
You know him ?
-He is my brother.
-You don't know ?
-What ?
-You work ?
-Yes. Where is dad ?
-Line H, departure at 5:23 p.m.
- You'll have to tell him.
-Ermont-Eaubonne 5:39 p.m., Enghien-les-Bains 5:35 p.m.
- Did you see something?
Were you there?
-H line,
departure 5:23 p.m. -You're useless.
-Persan-Beaumont, departure at 5:23 p.m.
La Barre-Ormesson 5:33 p.m.
Enghein......
Line H, direction Persan-Beaumont,
La Barre-Ormesson 5:33 p.m.
- Nothing on video surveillance.
They killed him in a blind spot, with an corridor of escape to a door.
Before, we see Jules arrive
with his mother.
You were right.
-Where is she ?
She left her kid?
- She was running away.
-You have forgotten
Theo at school. - Thank you, Astrid.
-You're welcome.
-Ballistic report?
-It's a 1903 Colt.
WWII pistol.
-OK, so we only have these videos.
They have to be analyzed.
- We've been doing this for hours.
But there are 300 cameras.
It would take days to go through them.
*-And that would be completely inefficient.
*Making a puzzle
and searching for the location of each piece
is very time consuming.
To solve a puzzle...
I lay all the pieces down to see them at a glance.
So,
I see groups.
And the puzzle takes shape, little by little.
*-What do you suggest?
-To watch the videos at the same time,
like a giant puzzle
*simultaneous moments.
- On how many screens?
-Someone can help me.
Send me the files.
- It will take me 2 minutes.
*-I'm sending this to you.
-OK. Thank you, Lt Enguien.
I'm hanging up. *-Thank you Miss Nielsen.
-Goodbye...
Goodbye.
-Thank you. -Gabriel...
I have to ask you some tough questions.
But... -Do we know where
my mother is? -No.
Could she have fled?
-Sorry ?
- Your mother was there.
We have to consider all avenues.
-Like she killed my father?
What the hell is this theory?
No one has helped my parents for 12 years.
But they help each other. It makes no sense !
- Your brother is 12 years old?
-Yes.
-Do you know how we can communicate
with him ? - He is autistic.
He understands nothing.
He is in his bubble.
-William.
-Yes.
-It's strange.
Without knowing this boy, I feel something familiar
with him.
- It's normal, you come from the same continent.
It's like meeting a compatriot
in a foreign country.
-It's not
a country. -Nope.
Autistan does not exist.
Neuroatypy
brings you closer.
That's the thing
you see in him.
It creates a bridge between two beings.
A bridge that allows them to connect.
- Well done, William.
-Thank you.
-Jules.
We don't know where Oscar is.
Our cat
ran off. -Everything okay ?
- Commander Coste.
You know them ?
-I live in the building, we are quite close.
Everything is alright ?
- Uh... it's fine, it's just...
- There was a crime.
Mr. Boyer is deceased.
-Fabien is...
Ah, Gabriel!
I'm sorry.
My poor boy.
-I'm going to help Jules.
-And their mother?
- We're looking for her.
Have you seen her? -No.
-Thank you.
There are more trains here
than at the station.
-He loves them.
That's why he spent on Wednesday
at the station with dad.
-Persan-Beaumont,
departure 5:23 p.m., La Barre-Ormesson...
-There is something
he is stuck on.
- He wants to talk?
- No, don't get your hopes up.
Even if he saw something.
He says only basic stuff.
Whether he's hungry, stressed or happy.
Nothing more.
- Can you loop this moment?
-There, the boy goes
away from his mother.
He consults
his telephone.
-There, he has a bag.
There, it's gone.
-Have we found...
the mother ?
-No.
She didn't use her card.
On the accounting side, the big costs
to keep Jules at home are paid in cash.
-Where does the money come from? -Exactly...
-Astrid is waiting for me
at gare de l'Est.
-See you later.
-Imminent intervention.
Imminent intervention.
-Astrid! Astrid!
Hey !
Astrid!
- I hadn't expected that.
-You know her ? -Yes.
- She's having a fit.
Get her out of the area.
-Criminal squad. -OK.
We have a package to clear.
-Jules' bag.
- You shouldn't leave it there.
- Hey, are you deaf?
It is evidence.
Astrid...
It's not easy to analyze confetti.
But considering the volume, I would say a few thousand euros.
-There was cannabis residue in the bag.
- Drug dealing? -Yes.
-And that ? -Packing paper
around the notes.
In some places,
we have letters.
But too fragmented.
-Cash and traces of narcotics.
-It's taking shape:
a father goes into debt for his son
and starts dealing.
-And Camille Boyer?
- We have nothing on her.
-An abduction ?
The family drama recedes.
She is a suspect or a victim.
-Hmm.
-Tetsuo is really charming.
He had everything ready.
He's a good boy.
We should talk about it one day.
We talk about things like this with our mother.
Are you ok ? -Not at all.
I had forgotten about him.
It will be hard to solve.
-I did not know
that you liked puzzles. -Ah.
-Well, this kind of puzzle.
-A puzzle is interesting if it is sufficiently complex.
The first time took several days.
Careful.
Your shoes.
Two days, 7 hours and 32 minutes.
-Why are you doing this ?
You are exhausted. -No.
It's another type of fatigue.
It calms me down.
It soothes me, stimulates me, it...
it connects me.
I... I have to call RaphaГ«lle.
Call her now.
-Why ?
- Because I think I know who could help her
to communicate with the boy at the Gare de l'Est,
Jules Boyer.
Hello. -Hello.
- Hello, my name is William.
I have a present for your brother.
-He likes that.
Thank you so much.
He likes trains.
-It is common.
Lots of people with autism
constantly struggle against chaos.
The chaos of memory.
Language.
The light, the sound.
-No plants,
neither inside nor outside?
-No... No, I don't think so.
-Ah.
-Necessarily,
the world of trains, made up of constant repetitions,
paths in the same direction,
that is to say order, that reassures us.
It allows you to control
the world.
We love them for that reason.
- Do you garden,
or your parents?
-No not at all. Why ?
-Because this spade
and this scraper
served to return the earth there.
There.
Do you have a cat ?
-Yes.
-We found him.
- I am a medical examiner.
Not a veterinarian. -Dr. Fournier.
I called you because of the traces of regurgitation
on her lips.
- Burnt mucous membranes.
And traces of urine
brownish.
This animal has been poisoned.
Given the rigor mortis, it's been 3-4 days.
It's a homicide.
That's to say, a...
a...
a caticide.
-You are an excellent forensic veterinarian.
-Thank you.
Uh...
-Agreed, Fournier.
Have Astrid bring the kids back so we can secure the apartment.
Thank you.
-Every Wednesday at 4:30 p.m.,
Jules left his bag at the locker.
-And each time in the same setpoint.
Place, time, instructions.
Everything was organized to reassure the kid.
-Sure.
Was it like this every Wednesday?
-Absolutely.
"The circuit of Jules."
They then went to the warehouse,
then to see the billboards,
that the kid gazed at for hours like a painting.
Then the docks.
More timed than a station master!
-And his bag was searched?
-Hmm, we knew him.
It would have been tricky.
- To follow the rules.
-Thank you.
-Direction Persan-Beaumont, departure 5:23 p.m.,
La Barre-Ormesson 5:33 p.m., Ermont-Eaubonne 5:39 p.m.,
The Gladioli 5:47 p.m....
-Oh, his helmet.
Fuck it.
-5:33 p.m.,
Ermont-Eaubonne 5:39 p.m.,
Gladiolus... -Stop.
Jules, stop. -Line H, Persan-Beaumont.
-Stopped. -Do not touch.
Don't touch him.
-Line H... -Jules.
May I?
There. -Thank you.
-You're welcome.
-I've never seen him
give away a photo.
He likes you.
My mother had the idea for the box.
We take it everywhere, it makes him happy.
-Excuse me, Astrid.
Don't you have class at school?
-Yes, I have a course at the police academy.
-Then yes.
I have to go. -Exactly.
-What ?
-It's nothing.
This is my...
Forget it.
- Go ahead, tell me. -No.
It's between us.
-Between you... Go ahead.
-Good...
Their routine is repeated
every week.
Fabien brings the bag at 4:30 p.m. and picks it up at 5:45 p.m.
The locker opens at 5 p.m. and closes 2 minutes later.
-The money is exchanged
for hash. -Yes.
-Oh shit.
OK, Jules was the mule.
someone stole the bag
before the murder.
But the station is closed, and the guy has to improvise.
And he leaves the bag behind.
-It was reported to bomb disposal.
- But where did he go?
Four European countries,
110,000 witnesses.
What a task. - Shit.
-She can ask
to be examined by a doctor
designated by the public prosecutor or the OPJ.
In case of extension,
the doctor speaks
on the detention in police custody and makes any useful findings.
-Who are we asking?
The 3,000 members of the SNCF?
Staff at kiosks, restaurants, cafes?
Hey ! Honk.
-Oh ! That's not funny !
Seriously - what the?
-Look at that. -I can see the meat.
-The scraps of letters in Jules' bag.
Thay are actually geometric shapes.
-Gabriel, come on.
-Why ?
- There is drug trafficking.
And you are linked to it.
You left your place just before we sealed off the station.
And steal the bag.
- That's not proof.
-Except he didn't have a fit when his bag was taken.
-I saw mum and Jules come but earlier than expected,
I freaked out.
I gave all the money to dad, telling him I was winning at
online poker. -When did it start?
-I dunno.
-OK.
The locker will speak.
You trained Jules.
- But it's his fault!
My mother had to stop work,
and me, working in a kebab place.
We no longer have a penny, he should he contribute like this.
It's his fault.
-You put your parents
in danger.
- It wasn't a cartel.
A friend from school
brings hash from the Netherlands, it's not murder.
- "It's not murder"?
-The school buddy
came by train and made the exchange at the left-luggage office.
Fabien had a code.
- He didn't kill the cat.
-I don't think so. Gabriel didn't sell at the station
but at college.
The scientists evaluated
volume of bank notes
just over 3000 euros. -OK.
There's no connection between the trafficking and the murder.
-It gets better.
Cyber services searched his computer.
They found nothing
on the mother, but Fabien had a second email address.
-Looks like spam. -Yes.
But I found dinner bills for two at a restaurant.
And the owner
recognized Fabien from the photos
but not Camille.
Fabian was
with another woman.
-Camille could have arrived earlier
to surprise them. -Perhaps.
-Shut your mouth !
Are you proud of what you've done?
What ?
-Calm down ! -What ?
- Leave him alone.
OK, you've been struggling.
For years.
But what about him?
You can sleep at home tonight.
But the narcotics squad
are going to question you, and you're not to leave Ile-de-France.
I'm doing this for Jules.
Otherwise, it's a care home.
You have to get yourself together!
Sit down !
-Depositions of his colleagues.
A week ago,
Fabien questioned a security guard.
-On ?
-The security system, supposedly because he wanted to change jobs.
He inquired about the camera blind spots,
including those of the crime scene.
-Our victim inquired before his murder
about camera monitoring?
-That's it.
- What the hell is this?
Gabriel.
Slow down.
I understand... What?
Shit.
-It's my fault.
-Don't say that. -One second of inattention
and he jumped off the bus and I lost him.
It's because
I got angry.
- We've sent out an alert.
We'll find him.
Don't worry.
I'm listening. Where ?
At what time ?
Hmm... I'll call you back.
- Raphaelle.
I left the police academy.
-What ?
You can't have...
- I can no longer participate in investigations.
-This is crazy.
You are super qualified.
It's impossible.
- Yes, it is.
Yesterday...
Anne Langlais put me in a position that distressed me.
- Hence your agitation.
Let me deal
with her.
- RaphaГ«lle, you don't understand.
If I didn't know how to face it there, I won't know how to face it
when in front of the examiner.
I am qualified, yes.
Only...
I can not
demonstrate it, because the examination represents
an insurmountable challenge.
I can not.
I can't pass the exam.
Like Jules.
Jules can't say what he saw.
That's it.
We all have our limits.
- No, we'll find...
-Jules!
Sorry, sorry.
-Line H, direction Persan-Beaumont, departure at 5:23 p.m.
La Barre-Ormesson 5:33 p.m.
Enghein-les-Bains 5:35 p.m.
-He walked on the tracks of line H Gare du Nord.
We quickly identified him.
-Thanks very much.
-RaphaГ«lle... Line H...
Persan-Beaumont, there.
The display.
-La Barre-Ormesson...
-With this photo,
he wanted to show me the bulletin board
on the platform.
-Persan-Beaumont, line H.
The path he was following. -Yes.
Like his vocalising.
-I have the information
about that line.
Line plans, timetables, maps.
The clue must be in there.
-A station is missing.
Gladioli.
It does not appear.
However, Jules always quotes it.
-What is it ?
A closed station? -A bus stop.
There is a stop,
between 2 stations.
-And a center specialized
in the care of people with autism,
100m from the bus station.
-Oh...
- Well done, Jules.
-We accompanied Jules
two years ago.
I brought the photo album.
-Thank you.
-You can see his parents.
- How were they?
- Invested, open.
His mother hoped to cure him of his autism.
- It can't be cured.
It is not an illness.
-That's it.
-She saw it differently.
And tried
to understand it. -Say...
Who's this ?
-Isabelle Maupas
Tom's mother, with Jules.
But... - But what?
-It's a tragic story.
Tom died of an epileptic seizure.
His mother held us
responsible and suddenly,
started harassing a colleague,
by becoming violent.
-I'm calling Arthur, who took the children home.
She's their neighbor.
-That's who Jules was pointing at.
- He considers her dangerous.
He's not answering.
Has Arthur come back?
-I should have understood that.
-Let's find the apartment.
Oh shit, Arthur!
-She whacked me with something.
Everything started spinning.
-A problem !
-What ?
-There's no-one there. She's never lived here.
How are you ? - OK, I feel a bit shitty.
-That's not surprising.
Come on, come on.
We have a troubled woman who's totally lost it
over the death of her son. -She rejects
mourning him,
and transfers her affection to Jules,
interfering in the life of the Boyers and pretending that she lives there.
-It's impossible.
- I believed her, with her story.
Neighbors
meet without really knowing each other.
-Isabelle Maupas left Argenteuil
after Tom's death.
But she inherited
her mother's house
3 years ago.
-Let's go ? -Yes.
-Oh...
Oh oh oh...
-Here, have some candy.
And an apple juice.
There you go.
Come on.
Come in. -Where are we ?
-At home - come.
Can I serve you ?
What do you want ?
Apple juice.
-Jules is in shock.
-No. -Yes Yes.
-He doesn't look like
he is having a crisis.
Something sweet ?
I'll let you serve yourselves.
There are plenty of things.
-(Jules).
(Jules!)
-Calm down.
There.
I can recognize a crisis.
I'll take care of everything.
Gabriel...
Gabriel!
-Persian-Beaumont...
- Gabriel! Gabriel!
It's fine, I just gave him something to relax him.
-Ermont-Eaubonne... -Oh shit!
-Line H, direction Persan-Beaumont...
Persan-Beaumont, departure 5:23 p.m.
La Barre-Ormesson 5:33 p.m.,
Ermont-Eaubonne 5:39 p.m., Gladioli 5:47 p.m.
Line H, direction Persan-Beaumont.
-Come on.
We are leaving.
...Jules...
...Jules, hush!
...Look at me.
Look at me.
Line H, direction Persan-Beaumont. Line H, direction Persan-Beaumont.
Line H, direction...
-Persan-Beaumont. -H line...
-Gabriel, Jules!
There, there!
-Mom. Mom !
-(Make no noise. Untie me.)
(Hush! Over there.)
-(Hush!)
-Nico...
-It didn't go as planned because of Fabien.
-This weapon is unreliable.
You don't want to shoot.
Lower it.
Look.
Eh ?
- I'm keeping Jules!
- It's over, the house is surrounded.
- No, it can't end like this.
He's my little one.
-No.
-Shut your mouth ! Shoot.
- We have a shoulder injury.
-What happened ?
-Isabelle threatened me to follow her.
She seemed crazy.
She had shot Fabien and could go after Jules.
I followed her.
To lead her away.
Fabien found her intrusive.
Creepy. I didn't listen to him.
-Why did you go?
-His gun was gone, he was going
do something stupid.
-Wait.
It was him
who was armed?
-To the right.
-Mum !
-Yes. *-Astrid.
- How is Jules? *-He's okay.
He managed to communicate
*with his brother.
-He always communicated in his own way.
*We just didn't understand it.
-I have your helmet.
- Thank you, Raphaelle. *-You're welcome.
I'm hanging up.
-OK.
-Fabien was against the wall.
He wanted to get Isabelle away from his family.
He wanted to file a complaint.
- He gave up?
-She threatened to attack his wife and killed the cat to prove it.
- But then, why didn't she kill the wife?
-She wasn't
premeditated to kill Fabien.
It's the opposite.
-What do you mean ?
-Fabien made an appointment with her
at the train station to put an end to her blackmail, by killing her.
Camille's arrival ruined his plan.
Seeing Isabelle, he pulled out his gun,
she wanted to disarm him, the shot went off.
Isabelle told the truth, it wasn't supposed to happen like that.
-Excuse me...
This lady is your instructor.
I let her in.
-I know who she is.
-I'll leave you. -Thank you.
-It sucked. -What did?
-The statement you presented to me yesterday.
The police custody had not respected the legal procedure.
Consequently, the minutes constituted a null exhibit.
- You barely saw it.
-I am qualified.
-Why quit?
- There is no need to learn what I already know.
That it's out of my reach.
-Why do you say that ?
- You proved it.
I can't do it.
-No. -Yes.
-No I...
I took the wrong approach, but I want to help you.
Oh, listen.
The examiners will not spare you.
They will do everything
to destabilize you, to trap you.
And I don't want that.
-Why ? -Because
the institution hates differences,
and people stepping outside of the box.
- That's not why.
Why do you want
help me ?
- Because it's my job.
-It's to prepare me, not to want to make me succeed.
Wanting is personal. Why ?
-Because...
Because...
your father would have wanted it.
- Did you know him?
The woman with the perfume...
-Sorry ?
-You are the woman with the scent of amber.
Dad went out at night.
Supposedly for work.
On his return...
he smelled of a perfume
from a woman, of amber.
I didn't know who it was
but I knew he was seeing someone.
Without understanding why he was hiding it.
I didn't find the right time to ask him.
And then...
he died.
-He wanted to save you from a sudden change.
He told me he had
someone in his life,
that he needed above all to
take care of his daughter.
I had accepted it.
At our last dinner, he wanted me to meet you.
We had talked about setting a date.
-He is dead.
He is dead.
-Don't touch.
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