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Don't be afraid.
All is well.
You need to keep moving.
Do not run.
Go towards your comfort zone.
Think of nothing else.
You can do it, Nadège.
Breathe slowly.
There, that's good.
DANGEROUS PAYBACK
All is well. You're safe.
I suggest you return to this room.
Take a deep breath
and come up
slowly.
Don't forget that what belongs to the past
remains in the past
and what's in the present, in the present.
You'll open your eyes with ease,
and you'll be safe.
How do you feel, Nadège?
-Good. -All right.
That was intense,
but it felt good.
Why wasn't Nadège Duclos
treated with electroconvulsive therapy?
Franck, you know I don't use electroshock often
as this therapy can cause
severe memory loss.
I'll remind you that I use this method
with very satisfactory results on suicidal depressives
and on catatonic and schizophrenic patients.
All right. Let me explain. Six months ago,
I received Nadège Duclos from the psychiatric emergency department
of Timone.
She'd just been the victim of an attempted rape
at knifepoint.
So she was extremely shocked.
She suffered from severe panic attacks
and had feelings of imminent death.
Thanks to Ericksonian hypnosis, with all due respect to Franck,
this patient will be able to go home very quickly
without the need for invasive treatment.
At what price? I'll tell you:
a room at 1,500 euros per day paid for by the government.
You're not in a public hospital anymore, Segal.
Here, time is money,
which pays your salary by the way.
I thought we were psychiatrists and caretakers,
not the board of a five-star palace.
Of course.
Hypnosis can be carried out
in a very short time without the use of drugs
or electrical stimulation of the brain.
Thank you.
OK, I see.
I'll sign Nadège Duclos' discharge papers.
This isn't the Salvation Army.
You can't do that.
Just watch me.
Good evening, gentlemen.
You're undoubtfully the best psychiatrist
I've ever had.
-But... -But what?
I get the impression that you feel illegitimate.
You seem totally unsettled
as soon as someone questions your work.
What did our friend Aristotle used to say?
The ignorant person affirms, and the wise person doubts.
I'm going home. My family thinks
that I spend too much time here.
It's called community service, Gab.
And yes, it's a pain in the ass.
Right...
What's the point of having a lawyer for a father?
You think hacking
into a petrochemical company's computer system is harmless?
Trust me, you got off easy.
What's the sentence?
A mandatory daily shower?
No.
Teaching IT classes for a year in a home.
-You think it's funny? -I mean...
Are you glad,
because I did a bad thing, right?
You've always sided with the powerful.
Yeah.
You always liked money.
I'll remind you
that that money bought you a computer for Christmas.
I don't give a shit about your computer.
You know what would be nice?
If you went back to your shitty clinic
to listen to the rich cry about their fate all day long.
Don't talk to me like that, Gabriel.
It's a lovely evening, isn't it?
In our own files,
together, under the same roof,
like two strangers.
I don't understand you, David. We've always been like that.
You don't?
Wouldn't you like
to be there for each other,
trying to escape our day-to-day?
I've long known that you're not happy, Estelle.
The difference
is that now I realize I'm not either.
I think we need a divorce.
Hello, Dr. Voly. Can I help you?
Here's a new patient.
His vitals are good. He was given a tranquilizer.
Very well. We'll take care of him. Thanks.
How long will you leave my son in the lobby?
Thanks again. You were wonderful.
I'll take it from here. It's still my home a bit.
On the day of the inauguration, you weren't even born.
-Dr. Richard Neubourg. -Nice to meet you.
I want the best room.
-My son needs to rest. -Very well.
Lucie, bring Mr. Thomas Cassagne
to the ground-floor suite overlooking the park.
All right. Hello.
Franck, thanks for coming.
I've asked that you get his medical records
as soon as possible.
Dr. Segal's on call tonight, isn't she?
Dr. Neubourg asked me to take this patient.
We'll let him rest peacefully, and I'll examine him in the morning.
Thank you.
0 Don't worry,
I'll take care of your son personally.
Thank you.
Franck is the clinic's best psychiatrist.
LES GRANDS PINS CLINIC PHYSICIANS
Estelle Tardieu works here?
Estelle Segal now. Yes, for the last six months.
Listen carefully,
I don't want this girl anywhere near my son.
Is that clear?
So that's it?
Nothing's been decided.
What type of marriage are you in?
Wait, Agathe.
-You make three times what he makes. -Stop.
-Do you have a good lawyer? -Come on, Agathe!
I know one who's a total feminist,
a real pain in the ass,
but you'll get along just fine. I can call her for you.
Calm down, Agathe, we're not there yet.
You told me about a divorce. I'm just trying to help.
You've never liked David, so of course...
I have trouble with the lecturing side of the guy
who could never deal with the real world.
Your relationship lacks fire and passion.
All right.
How long have you been single again?
Tell me, I want to laugh.
Think carefully about your situation with David.
Whatever you decide, I'll be there for you.
I have to go. I'm at the clinic. Bye.
How are you, Nicolas?
How was last night?
We had an emergency admission,
suicide attempt.
Shit! Why didn't you call me?
Sorry,
Dr. Cervin took care of Mr. Cassagne.
His mother pressured me. She insisted...
-Sorry, who? -Thomas Cassagne.
Thomas...
I'm sorry, I was told...
LES GRANDS PINS CLINIC
Estelle?
It's been 20 years.
Dr. Segal.
I got married.
I just read your medical file.
Can we go outside?
I need some fresh air.
It's gotten worse and worse, crazy tantrums,
panic attacks where I feel like I'm going to die,
nightmares where I wake up screaming...
It's been that way for so long.
Have you ever thought about therapy?
For 20 years, I've been in one country or another.
I'm here, I'm not here.
I'm nowhere. Impossible to undergo therapy.
I took a bunch of pills,
but at some point, that stops working.
What happened with your wife?
She died instead of me.
Excuse me?
We ran a guesthouse on a beach in Cape Verde.
She took the old jet ski to pick up a client.
The engine caught fire and exploded.
My God!
I was supposed to go.
It was Thaïs' birthday yesterday.
Thomas,
you can't stay like this.
You need to understand what's been eating away at you for years.
A suicide attempt is a big deal.
We'll keep you here, take care of you,
and when you're...
That's what my mother wants.
She's manipulating my father-in-law to put me in a chemical straitjacket.
Why do you say that?
She's capable of anything.
Do you know the doctor who's taking care of me?
Cervin?
Yes, I know him.
What?
He'll treat you with electroshock.
-I can't. -It's good therapy.
I know I need help, but not here.
They'll fry my brain.
Estelle, help me.
Calm down.
The more your arm rises naturally,
the higher you climb,
distancing yourself from the events of your life,
as if you were on an inner journey.
Keep breathing calmly.
Your unconscious
is now fully attuned to my voice.
I would like you
to think of a forbidden place.
I'd like you to go inside. I'll allow it.
I'll stay with you.
No! Dad!
-Dad! -Tom!
No, Dad!
Dad!
Easy.
Easy. Breathe.
Where were you?
My father's death.
The car in flames.
It wasn't an accident.
The culprit was never found.
Very good.
Very good. We've located the safe.
We now have to identify the lock
and open the door.
How do you feel?
Exhausted, but I'm fine.
I want you to treat me, Estelle.
No one else.
This isn't a fail-safe method.
It can go very quickly if the patient is receptive.
This session was great, but...
Thank you.
What the hell are you doing, Segal?
Who authorized you to let my patient out of his room?
You're so irresponsible.
No need to get on your high horse.
I know Mr. Cassagne is your patient,
but he'd like to be treated with hypnosis.
-He's very receptive. -Sure,
patients choose their own treatment, that's well-known.
So you're stealing my patients
to sell them your fairground medicine.
My fairground medicine?
Let me take him back to his room.
Get out.
Let me go through.
Security!
Is he dead?
It can't be!
He slipped and hit his head. I don't know what happened.
We can't stay here.
-Police? -Do you have a car?
This is the Pins Clinic. There's been a murder.
Come.
Put your jacket on. Come on!
Calmly.
Where are you parked?
Behind the gray car.
What are you doing?
Calling my best friend. She's a cop. She'll help us.
It's too risky.
It was an accident, Thomas.
It looks too much like murder. Did you hear the nurse?
My mother is going to use it to lock me up.
I don't want to end up in a loony bin.
I want to heal, but with you.
-Come. -No, we can't do that.
We have to go to the police. We'll explain it to them.
Do you understand, Thomas?
You're all I have, Estelle.
We'll go to the police later, I swear.
You owe me that much.
-OK. -Let's go.
Were you able to establish what happened?
According to the medical examiner,
Mr. Cervin died from a violent impact
to the back of the skull.
A fall or a blow?
It's impossible to say.
Could be a blow from a marble object
or possibly a fall.
The skull collided with the object on the edge of the desk.
No, I've known her for over 15 years.
There's no way Estelle committed this crime.
Her escape doesn't help her case.
The clinic staff mentioned hostility between the fugitive and the victim.
Her description and that of Thomas Cassagne
were sent to all our units.
Thomas is innocent.
He's suicidal and on medication.
Estelle Segal manipulated him
to force him to follow her.
I know her.
She's already hurt my son.
You know Estelle Segal?
I knew Estelle Tardieu.
Thomas went to medical school with her.
Study buddies?
No, this girl was very much in love with my son,
but she was toxic.
In fact, on the day of the residency exam,
Thomas disappeared.
Disappeared?
He left the house. He left me
without saying anything, without any explanation.
He was gone in ten minutes.
My son and I
were so happy before he met her.
This girl deprived me of my son for several years.
Give me a little time, David. I'll explain later.
I'll keep you posted.
Bye.
Sorry, but I had to leave them a message.
Did you turn the phone off?
Yes.
Are you sure we'll be safe there?
I don't know.
It's a vineyard in the middle of the land.
Sandra offers bed and breakfast and wine tasting.
I don't think anyone will be around right now.
Is she a friend or an acquaintance?
She was the waitress at my parents' bar in Martigues.
I never see her, but I consider her my sister.
Does it make you feel better?
Yes.
Do you think...
Shit, what do I do?
Take a right, calmly.
David, if this is about Estelle, leave me out of it.
The cops just questioned me.
Did you run a red light?
They're looking for Estelle and one of her patients.
Come in.
So, what's this about?
She's on the run after the death of Franck Cervin,
the asshole who harassed her at the clinic.
They think she killed him.
What?
They have a witness.
I got this right after.
David, it's me.
I'm fine, don't worry.
I got a new phone. I'll explain later.
Give me a little time. I'll be home soon.
I'll keep you posted. Bye.
-Did you call back? -Voicemail.
The cops asked me if I knew her patient.
Thomas Chassagne, I think.
-Thomas Cassagne? -You know him?
Yes, that's her ex.
-Her college boyfriend. -Her lover?
No, she was 25. It lasted six months.
Fuck, Agathe, is he her lover?
Stop it, David. It was 20 years ago.
He dumped Estelle and was never heard from again.
Estelle didn't kill anyone, right?
We need to find her quickly.
Yes, and innocent.
We need to look for proof that she's Cassagne's victim
before they get arrested by the cops.
If my wife can get away
with a guy she hasn't seen in 20 years,
I've missed a lot of things.
I don't know what to do.
I tried to reach Fabian, the clinic director.
No answer.
I'll find out who Cassagne is.
Don't worry, we'll get her out of there.
We'll wait until the roadblock clears.
Come.
What are we going to do, Thomas?
To think Cervin is dead...
I didn't kill anyone.
Come.
Are you happy?
What kind of question is that?
In life, I mean.
I have an amazing 18-year-old son whom I miss.
That's what I can tell you.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I left, Estelle.
Luckily, I was young.
My first love gone overnight...
It was tough,
very painful, especially not to understand.
I wasn't doing well. I had to free myself...
from my mother, not from you.
When I realized I was living her life and not mine,
I left everything.
An abusive, oppressive mother.
When my father died, when I was ten,
we became fused,
but way too much.
Mourning was complicated.
Let's try something.
Put your back against mine. Trust me.
Put your hand on the stone.
Soak up the material to connect.
Breathe.
Close your eyes.
So handsome! Like his father.
Come here.
One button
and the tie. You're like Dad now.
Look, classy.
Just like Dad.
It's grotesque.
You look like you're about to perform a circus act.
It's my birthday. I'll dress my son the way I want.
We'll get there. We'll find the lock, Thomas,
in the hours before his death.
I promise.
You think I know something about his death
and I forgot?
It's possible.
That's right, I forgot
you loved jumping in my arms.
I thought it was a wolf.
A wolf that barks like a dog though.
Idiot!
Of course, I understand.
-How are you? -Hi, Gabriel.
Thank you.
Did you find anything?
No news from Estelle,
but I have information on the Cassagne family.
I took Florian Cassagne's file from the archives.
Thomas' father, a property dealer
who lived in Embiez,
murdered on the island on his 40th birthday.
The murderer was never identified.
No motive? No suspects?
There were.
Florian Cassagne had embezzled a large sum of money
that he was laundering for the Marseille mob.
Here.
It all disappeared into an anonymous account in a Swiss bank.
He's dead.
Someone settled a score?
He was drugged at his birthday party
and died half an hour later.
He was driving the nanny back home, Madeleine Vandeuil,
who died as well.
Nothing to incriminate the two traffickers
who were birthday guests.
It's creepy.
His father was murdered, his wife has just died.
No wonder he's suicidal.
How do you know that?
I infiltrated the clinic's server
and searched for Cassagne's medical records.
What? I had to do something.
What was in it?
I'll show you.
I didn't read everything,
but he's been tucked in for a long time.
He has a weird relationship with his mom.
She applied for internment.
With a mother like that, no wonder he went off the deep end.
If his mother did all this against her son,
she had good reasons.
Does that mean Mom's in danger?
We need to get another car.
How do we do that?
I'll take care of it.
Find a map of the area
to avoid the main roads.
Right now?
It's not right what you're making me do.
Especially you,
with your big ideas on data protection,
the right to privacy, all that.
It's her work email account.
You're right,
but we have to find your mother
before the cops do.
We need a clue as to where she's holed up.
Why didn't she tell me about him?
What really happened between them?
Why did he dump her?
I don't know.
David, your wife's on the run, so let's get to work.
Estelle?
Get in.
How did you get this car?
Trust me.
Try to find the back roads
to get to your friend Sandra's house.
OK.
As part of the investigation into the murder of Dr. Cervin
today in Marseille,
the police found a car
on the highway to Nîmes.
Estelle Segal's phone was in the car,
but there was no trace of her or Thomas Cassagne.
They're still searching the car.
We did well with the phone and the car.
He moved to every continent.
Bankruptcies, threats...
Like father like son.
A BODY FOUND IN CAMBODIA
He had a catering company in Cambodia.
His partner disappeared overnight.
He was found dead two months later.
Who the fuck is this guy?
I found what you wanted.
The clinic's IT security system
is so bad.
Well done, Gaby.
Don't worry, it was easy. This is Cassagne's room.
-Is that his mother? -Yes.
She took something out of his bag.
What is it? A notebook?
What is she doing?
She manipulates him.
Go forward a bit.
What do we do?
We have something with the notebook.
We need to find it.
If it's a diary,
there'll be a clue to where they went.
How do we do that?
Knock on her door and ask her to give it to us?
Don't worry.
We have enough problems as it is. I'll come with you.
Gaby, are you ready?
You can turn off the alarm.
Your son's very good.
What if the neighbors call the cops?
I'm the cops.
They don't know that.
This is illegal.
Stop whining
or go back to the car.
Are you going to break the glass?
Who do you think I am?
We're going to search the place on the sly.
Thanks, Gaby.
Long live the police.
Seeing Estelle with her college boyfriend
was weird.
Did she settle down with me to forget him?
To settle down with the quiet, reliable, boring guy?
This isn't a good time.
Got it.
There are pictures of the dad everywhere.
On his birthday.
That's the nanny.
What's wrong?
I can't stop thinking about the night my dad died.
Let's get some fresh air.
Come.
I always knew you were cut out for this.
Cut out for what?
-Medicine. -Yeah.
I don't regret anything we've done,
even if it could've cost you dearly.
Why did you bury yourself here?
I thought you'd be working in Paris or London.
Harvard? You dreamed of doing research there.
I was 25.
At 25, you have dreams.
I moved past them.
Shall we go?
I'll text Sandra
to tell her we'll be there in 30 minutes.
OK.
Estelle, come home
and tell the cops what happened with Cervin
and why you left with him.
Agathe? Where are you?
Come look at this.
He wasn't right in his head early on.
Things started to go haywire when his father died,
almost overnight.
"Disturbed child, tortured teenager."
"Self-harm."
"Violent towards the nursing staff."
Now I understand why his mother wants to keep him under control.
He's dangerous, Agathe.
This will help incriminate him in Cervin's death.
I'll dig a little deeper
on the conditions of his wife's accidental death.
Estelle, I need you to call me back soon.
I'm with Agathe.
Please call me back.
I don't understand
why his father's death screwed him up so badly.
It's been 35 years.
He was in therapy, on meds, and he never recovered.
Something's not right.
Yes, Gaby?
Leave. She's arriving.
Thanks, Gaby.
Come on.
I knew you liked wine but not that much.
It's been five years.
Took you long enough.
Sandra!
This is Sandra.
-Thomas, my... -Her childhood sweetheart.
OK. Hello.
How have you been?
Like a divorced woman managing a couple's dream alone.
It's hard, but I love it,
despite the big money problems.
I'll show you the main building.
Thank you.
I know you're risking a lot to take us in.
I promised your parents I'd look after you.
We'll be fine here.
How are your husband and son?
Aren't they worried sick?
They're fine.
This is my best room.
There are two beds, but I have a second bedroom,
if you prefer, since you're my only clients.
One room is fine. Thank you.
I put some clothes on the bed for you, Estelle.
If you need anything...
Dinner in an hour.
Perfect. Thank you.
Lise?
Did you take the notebook from the drawer?
No. Maybe you put it somewhere else,
with all that stress and fatigue.
I have to find that notebook, Richard.
Is there something you haven't told me?
I want to find Thomas.
I want to take care of him.
I don't want him to be hurt.
Nobody's going to hurt him.
He's the one in pain.
His wife's death awakened something in him
that turned him to violence.
That's why you asked to have him committed,
to protect him,
to get him treated at last.
You've always done what's best for your son.
Thanks for the clothes.
Your husband just called.
He's really worried and asked if I knew where you were.
Did you tell him?
Of course not.
Thanks.
Well,
what are you doing with that guy?
He needs me.
He's in danger. I can't leave him.
You're the one in danger.
Someone died.
Stop. I know, it's a nightmare,
but it was an accident. He wanted to defend me.
Are you sure it was an accident?
-Are you sure? -Of course.
I don't get it. Who is he to you?
You risk your career, your relationship. You could go to jail.
Do you think he's worth it?
Without him, I'd be nothing.
but 20 years ago,
for the residency competition, I worked like crazy
for months, day and night,
and I got the only chapter
I hadn't studied,
the only one.
I fell sick and was bedridden
for eight days.
When I sat down for the exam,
I panicked.
My head was a mess, my life was a mess.
I thought about my parents and all they had done for me.
And...
What about Thomas?
Thomas was there, smiling.
I was crying, and he was smiling.
He knew I was facing a dead end.
All of a sudden, he started writing on his exam.
I didn't understand.
I hated him at the time.
Of course.
At the end of the exam, he came to me
and copied my candidate number on his exam.
I didn't have time to react.
He had already turned it in.
I was in shock.
I didn't understand.
So his exam had your name.
What did Thomas say?
He kept smiling.
As if a 10-ton weight had been lifted off him.
He said
I was cut out for this job, but he wasn't,
that I was going to be an exceptional
psychiatrist,
because I loved people sincerely
and that he was happy to help me.
Then tears welled up in his eyes.
He asked me to forgive him.
He told me he knew one day we'd meet again.
I hadn't heard from him
until this morning.
OK.
So now do you understand
why I can't let him down?
What will you do?
What will I do?
I'll try to cure him...
before his mother wipes his memory for reasons
I still don't understand.
We're working on his childhood memories.
Make sure this doesn't blow up in your face.
Come, let me give you something special to eat.
Sorry,
I didn't mean to frighten you. I'm soaked.
What do you want?
Sorry. Good evening, ma'am. Cyril Marguet.
I run a travel blog, Sudtrip.
Ever heard of it?
I'd like to spend the night here
and take your workshop "Stay and Taste".
I guess you must have a room.
I only saw one car.
No, I'm sorry, but we're doing inventory.
Listen, be cool, I'm on my bike.
I'll write a great story for you.
I get 2,000 views a day on the blog.
OK,
but don't get everything dirty.
Thank you, that's kind of you.
Good evening.
Cyril Marguet.
Do you work here?
It's the back door.
Room 4 at the top of the stairs, at the end of the hall.
The key is on the door.
He's a tourism blogger.
He's going to write a great article on the estate.
Well, good night.
Estelle, I need you to call me back soon.
I'm with Agathe. Please call me back.
What are you doing?
Where's your nanny?
-I don't know. -Go get her.
Madeleine?
Thomas? What's going on?
Everything's OK, Thomas.
What do you see?
You need to tell me, Thomas.
I can't.
I can't do it anymore.
It's OK, everything is OK.
Roadblocks are normal.
Breathe.
-We'll get there. -Yes.
Breathe.
Do you want to get up?
-Yes. -Come here.
Fuck!
It feels like we left each other yesterday.
You left me.
It's the biggest mistake of my life.
I thought about it.
I thought of asking you to come with me.
I couldn't.
I loved you too much.
I couldn't ask you to choose between your career and me.
I'll always be sorry I hurt you.
I'm not happy away from you,
and neither are you.
We're meant to be together, Estelle.
We know that now.
We...
Sandra's waiting for us for dinner.
Yes.
I'll call you if I hear anything.
Yes.
Thanks for calling.
Everyone's worried.
Lise Neubourg's password
is her son's date of birth.
I hacked her computer in two seconds.
This is exactly what the judge sentenced me for.
I know, but it's important we find your mother.
Thomas's nanny, who died with his father...
Lise told investigators her husband was driving her home.
It was 10:10 p.m.
It's a bit early to end a party.
I think they were lovers.
Could the accident be the revenge of a wronged wife?
Classic murder motive.
Lise killed him for sleeping with the nanny.
Two birds, one stone.
One sleeping pill, two dead.
I found something weird.
It's an email about banking and big money.
Three months ago, Lise Neubourg sent a message
to a Swiss bank to withdraw 900,000 euros
from an account opened by Florian Cassagne in 1986.
-The money he had embezzled. -Yes.
The email is addressed to Thomas Cassagne.
He's the beneficiary,
not her.
That's why she wants guardianship over her son...
to get the money of husband, whom she killed.
This is nice.
You're honoring my products.
You made it easy. It's delicious.
Same, I think I even had a bit too much.
I'm not used to it anymore, so I'm going to go to bed.
Do you mind?
Of course not. I'll help Sandra clean up.
Thank you.
Goodnight.
I can't decide whether you're the best or the worst thing
that's ever happened to Estelle.
Why not both?
The worst when we parted,
the best when we got together.
With the cops after you?
What Estelle and I are going through is important to both of us.
She'll cure me.
And I'll save her.
You really don't doubt anything.
I'm lucky to have found the woman of my life.
I won't let anything or anyone stop us from being happy.
I've known Estelle since she was 14.
She's family. She's my little sister.
I won't let anyone hurt her
or let her make the wrong decision.
I understand. You love her.
So do I.
Don't worry, I'll always be there for her.
Is that what you told her 20 years ago
before disappearing from her life and leaving her in tatters?
I'll get some fresh air before I go to bed.
Could Thomas remember something,
even unconsciously, about his father's accident?
That would explain why Estelle is with him.
That's possible.
By killing her husband,
Lise turned her son into a bomb that could go off at any time.
This is from a friend
at the police station.
Thomas was identified on video images
stealing a car near Castellane at 3:32 p.m.
Any idea where Estelle might be hiding around there?
Family, even distant? Friends?
I don't know.
Mom works all the time.
You're pretty much the only person she sees.
It's late. Let's get back to it tomorrow.
You need to sleep, David.
Gab, can you show Agathe to her room?
Of course.
Estelle, it's me. Please call me back.
I need to talk to you. I miss you.
I love you.
The star of the day.
I recognized you, public enemy number one,
without his accomplice.
Don't worry, I don't like cops either.
I like silence, especially when it's golden.
What do you want?
What do you think?
We don't even have 200 euros.
Are you done taking me for a fool?
The watch, the cash, the jewelry, give me everything
or I'll turn you and your bitch in.
It's up to you.
I hope you had time to fuck her,
something to remember when you're serving 15 years.
I'll call the cops.
You're awake?
I have an idea.
Yes?
If we want
to go deeper into your memories,
the night your father...
Anything you want.
Hi, it's Gaby. Leave a message.
Gaby, it's Dad.
I wanted to tell you I'm going to Sandra's,
Mom's Irish friend who's been inviting us for years.
Can you tell Agathe?
I'll keep you posted. Bye.
Hi.
We need to get up.
It's too early.
The earlier we leave,
the fewer cops we'll encounter.
We can't wake up Sandra now.
We'll leave her a note to thank her.
She'll understand. You can call her later.
All right.
I'll never drink again.
Thomas, is this blood?
That's from cleaning up with Sandra.
I broke a bottle.
I was stupid enough to cut myself.
I was a bit tipsy.
-Are you all packed? -Yes.
Shall we go?
Sorry we left like thieves,
but you've already taken enough risks for us.
We'll try to reach Frioul Island.
We can stay at Thomas' friend's place.
Thanks for everything, Sister.
The weird guy from yesterday left.
Thomas saw him drive his bike away.
I'm glad you won't be alone with him.
You're already up?
I was worried you weren't in bed.
I couldn't sleep.
I have so much on my mind.
Like what, sweetheart?
Have I turned my son into a murderer?
Your husband was cheating on you and laundering drug money.
Your son couldn't have been a saint,
it's understandable.
But did all this condition,
did it torture Thomas?
Mourning is a delicate process.
Thomas left 20 years ago.
It was the first step in his emancipation from the past,
from his parents,
one dead, the other alive.
Maybe, but without medical supervision,
time made things worse.
I'm sure my son would've made an excellent doctor.
When you devote yourself to others,
you don't listen to your own demons.
Just because the demons keep quiet doesn't mean they disappear.
You mean my son has crime in his blood?
No, but he needs to be treated.
Don't worry, when we find him,
I'll take good care of him.
Listen to me, Agathe.
I didn't go behind your back.
She's my wife. It's normal.
You're investigating Lise Cassagne.
Don't worry, everything's fine.
I need to go. Tell Gaby I said hi.
-Sandra! -David?
Is Estelle here?
She left with that guy.
I think he killed someone.
I know.
I don't mean the guy at the clinic.
What?
Come with me.
That guy Marguet was pretty weird.
He freaked me out.
Last night, Thomas went out alone after dinner.
Estelle was in bed already.
He didn't know there was a camera.
I found the log ten yards further on,
in the bushes.
There was blood on it.
You think he killed him?
Thomas told Estelle that Marguet left on his bike.
You think he hid the body?
I don't know what to do.
I wanted to call the cops,
but I don't want Estelle to go to jail
because of this crazy guy.
I can't fucking believe this!
What is she doing with that psychopath?
Hands on the wheel.
I'm warning you, I'm a cop,
I'm armed and I didn't sleep well.
What are you doing in front of this house?
I was trying to make a sandwich.
Are you kidding me?
Hello, Captain Launay.
I was following David Segal until the night he escaped me.
I guess he went to join his wife and Thomas Cassagne.
I'm looking for him.
Who are you?
Joris Delcroix, former commander of the Bordeaux police station.
I was hired by the family of Thaïs,
Cassagne's wife who died in Cape Verde.
Why?
The family doesn't believe it was an accident.
The investigation by Cape Verde authorities
on the murder of Cassagne's wife
only lasted one hour.
They quickly concluded it was an accident. How convenient:
no bad publicity for local tourism.
After investigating for two weeks,
I think murder is more likely.
Why?
The engine of the jet ski that exploded
and killed the victim had been tampered with.
I'm waiting for the analyses that I sent to a lab in Paris.
You think Cassagne killed her?
She was about to tell him she was leaving him.
Given his psychological state, it's more than a motive.
When I got back to France, I wanted to question him,
but he attempted suicide.
His mother and her husband very opportunely sent him
to a psychiatric clinic.
Do you think Lise Neubourg knows about Thaïs' murder?
She was there when it happened.
Maybe she saw something.
She's protecting her son.
I lost track of Cassagne when he ran off with your mother.
You thought my father could find her,
so you followed him.
He's smart, huh?
I know, it's annoying sometimes.
Could you make some coffee, Gaby?
Come on, you make it so well.
OK.
Thanks.
Do you think he could harm Estelle?
Cassagne suffers from abandonment syndrome.
He experienced his father's death, whom he adored,
as a real betrayal.
I think that since then, his idea of love
is tied to this violent idea of being abandoned,
of being betrayed.
Maybe that's what happened with Thaïs.
That's what will happen to Estelle if she tries to leave.
Thank you.
Hello. Thank you.
-Fred, stop him. -OK.
Please wait, sir.
Is there a problem?
Please wait.
You can't park there.
I'll only be a moment.
-It's fine, Fred. -OK. You can go, sir.
Sir?
Go ahead.
-Hello, Mom? -Yes, Gaby, it's me.
Are you OK? When are you coming back?
I'm OK, sweetie, don't worry.
I'll be home soon.
Why did you go with that guy?
I'll explain later, Gaby.
I owe Thomas one.
Dad's trying to call me. He's not with you?
No, why? Where is he?
He went to get you at Sandra's.
What?
Mom's on the phone, and Dad's calling me on the other line.
Give me the phone.
Estelle, get out, quickly.
I'm with an investigator.
Thomas killed his wife because she was going to leave him.
He made the murder look like an accident.
What? That's nonsense.
David said he killed a journalist at Sandra Coste's.
Thomas hit him and...
Estelle?
We got away after all.
Yes.
This place will be good for us.
-Are you OK? -Yes, I'm cold.
Once it's all over, we can enjoy.
We'll find a quiet spot,
and we'll never leave each other.
We don't need it anymore.
Hello, ma'am.
Captain Launay, Marseille police.
Have you heard from my son?
And his father, Florian Cassagne.
It was you, Mrs. Neubourg.
You killed him and his mistress in 1986.
You manipulated and messed up your son.
Becoming a doctor was your dream,
not his.
You stole the notebook.
I can imagine your anguish when you opened it.
Thomas was piecing together the puzzle of his father's death.
That's why you accused Dr. Segal.
You knew that with hypnosis,
she could extract memories from Thomas.
Yes...
I killed my husband and his mistress.
I don't know the prescription rules,
but I'm ready to face justice
and accept the consequences.
What's going on, Lise?
It's the police.
I forgot.
Your daughter-in-law's death was no accident.
Thaïs had had a lover for six months and was about to leave with him.
Thomas knew it.
You're talking nonsense.
He didn't know anything.
Lise and I were there for his birthday.
Everything was going well between him and his wife.
Thomas is not a murderer.
You should know you can't accuse without proof.
Don't worry about that.
Your son and Dr. Segal are on their way to Frioul.
If you know where they plan to hide, you should tell us.
Thomas should turn himself in before things get ugly.
Goodbye, Captain.
I'd like to talk to you about something.
You know, trust is the basis of the patient-therapist relationship.
The blood on your shirt, I know it's not yours.
You didn't have any wounds.
Tell me what happened at Sandra's with that guy.
He was a scumbag.
He threatened to report us.
He asked me for money. I refused. He became aggressive.
I hit him.
What happened?
He insulted you.
He said I'd go to jail and we'd never see each other again.
I know I shouldn't have, but at the time...
Thomas, I'm bound by medical confidentiality,
you know.
I won't say a word.
Do you think you might've killed him...
by accident?
Of course not, Estelle.
I broke his phone,
so he wouldn't call the cops,
and I told him to leave. That's all.
What happened with your wife?
Your relationship wasn't going well.
I'm not saying you did it consciously,
but you have violence inside you, Thomas.
Maybe you don't want to be violent,
that you don't accept it and erase it from your memory,
that you black out.
You really think I'm capable of killing someone
and not remember it?
You think...
You think I killed Thaïs?
Yes, Sandra?
He's alive.
-Marguet? -Yes.
The cops told me Marguet pressed charges.
You told them about Frioul?
Of course not.
When will you be in Marseille?
I'm here. I'm in the Old Port.
Thanks for everything, Sandra.
Ladies and gentlemen, in a few moments,
we'll be on the island of Les Embiez.
Have a nice day.
Is there a problem?
I don't think they're going to Frioul.
That's what Mom wrote on the note to Sandra.
They're going to another island,
Les Embiez.
Of course, that's the island where Thomas's father was murdered.
That's where he's taking her.
Good job.
I'm calling Dad.
You know, Agathe,
if I'd worked with cops like you more often,
I wouldn't have resigned.
You've only known me for three hours.
Sometimes, that's enough.
-Hello, Dad? -Yes, Gaby?
I'm about to go to Frioul.
I can't hear you. Gaby?
Agathe thinks they're going to Les Embiez.
I'm sure she's right.
Fuck, I'm on my way.
-I'll keep you posted. -But it's far!
Are you leaving?
I think I know where Thomas is.
Listen, darling,
don't you think this has gone on long enough?
If you really know where your son is, call the commander.
Protect Thomas.
Demand that I perform the psychological examination
when he's arrested.
No. I want to know if my son murdered his wife.
You don't believe what that cop said, do you?
I don't want Thomas to go to jail.
Estelle Segal is bringing out things
that can really hurt him.
I'm afraid Thomas will do something stupid again.
Are you OK?
I haven't been here in 35 years.
It's nice, right?
Yeah, it is.
Dad's car is nice, huh?
Yes.
Not bad at all.
Wow, this place is beautiful.
Can't you read?
This is private property. I'll call the cops.
No, please excuse us, ma'am.
My friend grew up in this house.
I'm Thomas Cassagne.
Cassagne?
Little Thomas Cassagne?
I'm Marie. I worked for your parents.
I taught you how to tie your shoes.
Marie?
Little rascal!
What are you doing here?
I wanted to see the house again.
No problem, I have the keys.
I drop in from time to time to air things out a bit.
Follow me.
Thomas, little Thomas!
Nothing's changed.
The house was bought by British people,
but they haven't been over in a long time.
This is where my father taught me to start a fire.
People can say what they want,
but I liked Mr. Florian.
Tell me,
do you think we could rent this house for 24 hours?
Rent it? She doesn't realize.
You can stay as long as you like.
I'm warning you, it's humid and cold.
-Thanks. -All right.
Thanks.
I'll leave you to it.
The medical examiner told me
Franck Cervin's death was an accident, not murder.
The cause of death was a fall, not an intentional blow.
That's progress.
Good for your friend and for Cassagne.
What about Thaïs' death?
Sorry.
No, no... no worries.
I'm having trouble with the timeline.
I have an exactly 20-minute window of opportunity
for the sabotage for the jet ski.
When I put together
everything that's been posted on social media,
the clients, the hotel,
Cassagne couldn't have killed her. He was at the other end of the beach.
But someone did tamper with the jet ski.
Sometimes,
our brain plays with our memories.
They're not always very precise.
Sometimes, we refuse to see
or believe a situation we've already experienced,
a traumatic situation
hidden in our unconscious.
Follow my voice
and let yourself
go deep inside your memories.
I don't love you anymore, Lise.
I'm not happy with you.
I'm going to leave.
I sacrificed everything for you,
med school, my family, my life.
You can't abandon me, Florian.
You won't, I swear it.
Is it your mother?
-Did she do it? -I don't know.
I don't want to know.
Open your eyes, Thomas.
Slowly.
You're a very brave little boy.
Tell me what you see.
Mom's nightstand...
There are pills,
sleeping pills.
It's me.
I killed him.
I killed my father.
Why did you take the sleeping pills, Thomas?
I didn't want...
I wanted him to sleep with me at home.
I didn't want him to leave me alone.
What about your mother?
Does she know what you did?
Mom?
Yes, sweetheart?
I think it's my fault Dad died.
I put your pills in his glass.
I didn't want him to leave with Madeleine.
Thomas,
do you remember that you drank from the glasses?
You had a bad dream.
You feel responsible because Dad had an accident
and you were mad at him.
You think so?
Your dad had very dangerous work friends
from whom he took money.
They wanted to punish him. Do you understand?
You're not responsible. You hear me?
You're not responsible.
Yes, Mom.
What are you doing here?
Where's Thomas?
Thomas is resting in a room upstairs.
I'll go check on him.
What did you do to my son?
I opened the door for him, Mrs. Neubourg,
the door you sealed 35 years ago.
You almost killed him.
You think my son will get better
now that he knows what he did?
Yes, I think so.
I know it. It's my job.
I've been helping and caring for people like him for years.
He'll heal... with or without you.
Here.
Thanks, Gaby.
Look, on November 29,
Lise Neubourg received a letter from the Swiss bank
saying that the 900,000 euros are blocked in an account for Thomas,
but she was in London for three days.
So it wasn't her who signed for the letter.
The bank received a response that same day
from Lise Neubourg's address asking the conditions
under which the money could be claimed
as part of a guardianship or inheritance.
Who bought the tickets
to celebrate Thomas' 45th birthday in Cape Verde?
Who shares Lise Neubourg's life?
Richard?
Hello, Thomas.
Don't worry, I'll take care of you.
It's OK.
Easy.
There.
Richard, is everything OK?
What are you doing?
Thomas tried to kill himself,
but don't worry. I gave him a pill, and he's asleep.
My darling!
What were you doing with that rifle?
You wanted to kill him, didn't you?
-Thomas? -Estelle?
Estelle?
-What are you doing here? -Are you OK?
-Yes. -Where's Neubourg?
-Where? -Upstairs, with Thomas.
He killed Thomas' wife.
-You hear? -What?
-He killed his wife! -Call the cops!
Call the cops!
Run!
You won't call anyone, Dr. Segal.
Don't move.
I'm sorry.
How are you feeling?
You're going to take care of yourself and get better.
Thanks to you.
I'm sorry.
What for?
We both needed it.
I have no regrets.
Neither do I.
-Ready to go? -Yes.
Take care of yourself.
Thank you.