[ominous instrumental music playing]
[static crackles]
[ominous music building]
[guns cocking]
[tense music playing]
SWAT TEAM
[door creaks]
[officer 1] Police! Get on your knees! Hands on your head!
Get on your knees! Now! Hands on your head!
- [groans] - [officer 1] Caleb Johansson!
You're under arrest for the murder of Roxane Vial.
- [retches] - [officer 2] What the fuck is going on?
[choking]
[officer 1] He's down. Get him!
- [retching] - [officer 3 on radio] Secure the building.
- [cuffs tighten] - [groaning]
[tense music continues]
[tense music building]
[music swells, cuts out]
Events have taken a decidedly tragic turn in the small Alpine village of Lévionna.
[reporter 1] This morning, 12 bodies were discovered
by local police at the home of Caleb Johansson...
MASS SUICIDE IN ISÉRE
...the charismatic leader of the Écrins cult.
Everything seems to have begun last week,
when 17-year-old student Roxane Vial was found murdered.
[reporter 1] She had been stoned to death,
with one half of her face smeared with anthracite.
The gruesome ritual to which the young woman was subjected
led investigators to the storied Écrins cult
and to its leader, Caleb Johansson.
[reporter 3] The so-called guru is the only survivor
of what police are now referring to as a mass suicide.
But Caleb Johansson's refusal to speak to anyone on the matter
means that the details of what really happened that night
will stay locked in the house.
How is it that such an unspeakable tragedy
could occur in such a peaceful little village?
There is a palpable sense of shock and loss here in Lévionna.
[tense music ends]
[ringtone playing]
[woman] Ah! He finally picks up.
You gonna tell me why you ran off so suddenly, Dad?
[dad] It's a work thing, honey. Don't worry. I'll be back in a few days.
Hmm. Well, your editors didn't know. Didn't you think I would call them?
What are you doing in the Alps? What's this little village? Lévionna.
Ida, how many times do I have to tell you to stop tracking my phone's location?
Well, how many times have we said no secrets?
I thought we shared everything.
Honey, I'm on an important investigation.
Okay, cool. I can help you out. I'll leave now.
[dad] No, I'll be back soon. I promise, sweetie.
[tense music plays]
[dad groaning on phone]
- Dad? Hello? Dad? - [blows landing]
[dad moaning]
[Ida] Dad!
- [grunts] - Dad?
- What's happening? - [dad] Ida, stay away!
What is it?
[groans]
Please, Dad! What's happening?
- [engine revs] - Dad!
- Please, Dad! - [line beeping]
Daddy! [voice echoing]
ANTHRACITE SECRETS OF THE SECT
[somber music playing]
[somber music fades]
[energetic pop music playing]
[excited shouting in distance]
I kept saying, "He's from Paris."
"He's gonna mack on all the seasonal workers."
But no. You're actually shy.
- Something like that. Yeah. - Tomorrow night, there's a huge party.
I don't know how long you're here, but if you wanna make friends...
Thanks, but I think I'm just gonna chill.
Okay, but if you change your mind, hit me up.
EXIT
[Ida] Hiya.
If you want equipment, wait for my coworker.
No. That's all right.
I mean, he looks really nice, but I'm actually looking for my dad.
Okay, well, if you want to wait, there's a bench over there.
- Oh no. - [man] Excuse me.
These are a bit too snug. Just a size up?
- Sure. Let me check. - Okay. Uh, the skis are perfect.
How much did you say for the whole week? Poles and helmet.
My father's name's Solal. Solal Heilman. He's a journalist. I'm sure you know him.
No, never heard of him. It's 150.
Know anything about the Écrins cult, the mass suicide, or Roxane Vial's murder?
Oh yeah. That was a terrible story.
Wasn't asking you. Do you remember it?
Yeah, of course. Like everyone else here.
- I've got a size 11. I'll get them. - Great. Thanks. [inhales sharply]
[Ida] Ugh! I'm so clumsy.
My colleague can help you. Hey, Roméo!
Could you grab me some Allspeeds in a size 11 for the gentleman?
- Thanks. - [Ida sighs]
[skis clattering]
My dad was investigating the cult 30 years ago.
And he came back here last week, and then he got kidnapped.
Not sure what you want me to do. Call the cops.
- Ever seen a true-crime documentary? - No.
In this kind of case, cops get involved two times outta three. For real.
And either way, I need you, not them.
Look here. I found this in my dad's hotel room.
This is you, isn't it?
It was in his cult investigation folder.
Jaro, I can't find the Allspeeds.
I don't know why your dad has a photo of me, but I've got to work.
- Don't get me in trouble. - That's true.
Of course, you gotta lay low. Because of your parole?
Now you're gonna tell me who you are. How do you know that?
Look, I'm sorry if I'm not handling this well.
I hardly ever have any real-life social interactions.
- My name's Ida, and I do web-sleuthing. - You what?
Web-sleuthing? Collective digital investigating?
I created an online forum, iData.
Ida... ta.
Whatevs. Me and my followers pick an investigation
and collect information on the web.
We find stuff quickly because there are thousands of us.
Okay. Except no one knows about my record because I'm hardly online.
That's cute, but you don't realize the massive amount of private data
everyone's unknowingly putting online.
- [inhales sharply] - [upbeat music playing]
[Ida] Follow me. I started by googling your name.
So at first glance, your social networks are private. That's good, clear.
But look, I found an old account from ten years ago,
and thanks to that, I know that you studied medicine in Paris.
You're not the resident doctor at the ski hill, so something went down.
Something that might have to do with the dozens of pics
from your student association's Insta page showing you partying, like, all the time.
But you're in a lot of tagged photos with a nursing student named Anaïs Aymard.
And I guess things got serious with her.
I tracked her down on a midwife's blog post
that shows the two of you in a prenatal class together. Supes cute.
What's less cute is your T-shirt with a huge weed leaf on it.
Except, the shirt also has a logo from a nightclub called NUX,
which I looked up.
I asked my web sleuths to read the 2,072 comments it got on TripAdvisor,
and they found a comment from 2022,
criticizing a biracial bartender named Jaro for not knowing
how much vodka goes into a Sex on the Beach.
So, you became a bartender, then.
[excited chatter]
Look, man, going from med student to bartender
to sled rentals is a huge demotion.
What's with the self-sabotage?
Must be trauma in the mix.
Then I'm guessing things fizzled out with your girlfriend eventually.
Because she's got a bunch of public Spotify playlists
from two years ago called "Breakup Songs" that are super depressing.
But wait. That still doesn't explain how you got to Lévionna.
The Internet sort of hit a ceiling there, but my followers didn't!
One of my sleuths has an ex whose cousin works at the Isère police department
and said that your shop has a work reintegration program
for young offenders.
So, uh, one plus one equals, uh... [imitates gunfire] ...your parole.
[Roméo] Hey, Jaro. I still can't find the Allspeeds.
Uh, I... I gotta go now. But I'm telling you, you're wrong.
I've never seen your dad.
[game-over sound effect plays]
- [indistinct chatter] - [crow cawing in distance]
[tense music playing]
[exhales]
Oh no!
No, no, no. No, please, not now. Please, not now.
Please, please.
Not right now.
- [high-pitched ringing] - [sounds distort]
[upbeat pop music playing]
[boss] Hey, Jaro?
This young woman was up on the chairlift, and she dropped her board in the woods.
- Will you go get it? - Where in the woods was it?
Uh, well, it was just over there. I was thinking I can just show you.
- It'll be easier. - Yeah. Great.
[woman and Jaro panting]
[crow cawing in distance]
[woman] I work at the leisure center nearby.
- I'm here for the season. - Ah.
[woman] You're new in town, right?
- Where are you from? - Paris.
Oh, that's cool.
Usually, Thierry only hires local guys.
- Misfits just out of jail. - Is it much further?
Uh, no, it's just over there.
Uh, I don't get it.
Well, um...
I've been really wanting to talk to you.
[chuckling] And since you're always so busy with work, I thought maybe
I could tell you a little white lie.
Yeah, well, I can't really talk. I'm working.
Yeah, of course. You're working.
Do you have a couple minutes?
[tense music playing]
- Uh, hang on a sec. - [music fades]
You're amazing, and I really want to, but I've really gotta get back.
Will I see you later?
Yeah, but tonight, I'm the one working. Bad luck, huh?
Uh, I'm sorry, but I can't afford to lose my job.
Okay. See you.
What a weirdo.
[sighs]
[woman] No way, girl. I'm done. No, I'm done. He's a total waste of time.
Whatever. I don't find him that hot anyway.
[branches creaking]
Hang on. I think he changed his mind.
I'm gonna call you back.
[branch snaps]
[tense music playing]
[muffled scream]
[menacing music playing]
Thanks, man. See you tomorrow.
Sure. But you gotta get a car of your own.
Otherwise, you'll die here.
Especially if you gotta get up to the ski hill every day.
Yeah, I know, but... cash is a little tight.
Well, I also work at a garage. I'll see what I can do for you.
What's the deal here? Does everyone have three jobs, or what?
That's it, man. That's how it is. You gotta be flexible.
Anyway, thanks for the ride.
[sheep bleating]
[Jaro] What happened?
A wolf attack.
[Jaro] Can I help?
With what?
[quietly] Well, I don't know.
That's the third time this year. I can't take any more.
[bleating continues]
Don't worry about him. It's a hard time of the year.
Me being here probably doesn't help much.
[woman] That's not true at all. We're very happy you're here.
But, obviously, for your uncle...
this all brings back painful memories about your mother.
And I'm sure it's not that easy for you to be here either.
I'm pretty tired. I think I'm gonna turn in for the night.
[somber music playing]
[sighs]
[exhales]
[line ringing]
[Anaïs] You have to stop calling, Jaro.
You can't keep me from speaking to my daughter.
I told you. I need more time to think.
Think about what, Anaïs?
About what's best for Malia.
What happens if you go to jail?
[Jaro sighs]
I told you already. I'm done with all that.
I'm being careful, and I'll be back in Paris in six months.
You'll never be done. You've got other issues.
And unless you start seeing a therapist, I can't--
Give me a break.
[somber music playing]
I hired a lawyer.
What do you mean, "a lawyer"?
I want sole custody.
Why are you doing this to me?
Listen, I know it's been complicated between us, and I screwed up, but
I'm a good dad, Anaïs. And you know that.
If you were a good dad, I wouldn't have to lie to Malia.
I wouldn't have to make up stories about why you can't pick her up from school
because a judge forced you to leave Paris.
[line beeps]
Anaïs?
- [huffs] - [cell phone clatters]
["VCR" by The xx playing]
♪ I live half in the daytime ♪
♪ And we ♪
♪ We live half at night ♪
♪ And watch things on VCRs ♪
- ♪ With me and talk about big love ♪ - [sighs]
♪ I think we're superstars ♪
- ♪ You say you think we are the best ♪ - [sighs]
[pop song continues on headphones]
[sighs deeply, gasps]
[clicks tongue]
[unsettling music playing]
ALWAYS IN OUR...
[unsettling music fades]
[camera clicks]
URGENT, I FOUND THIS KEY IN MY DAD'S FILE.
DOES ANYBODY KNOW WHAT IT OPENS?
IT'S FOR A CASE!
[clock ticking]
[landline phone rings]
[man] Solal, you were supposed to bring me the boy.
[ominous music playing]
- Who are you? - Bring me Jaro.
[line beeps]
[ominous music building]
[woman panting]
[terrified, muffled screams]
- [gasping] - [assailant breathing heavily]
[woman groans]
[shrieks]
[muffled scream echoes, fades]
[exhales sharply]
[sighs]
[crow cawing outside]
[doorbell rings]
[door opens]
- [woman] How are you, Marie? - [Marie] I'm well. And you?
[woman] I'm sorry to bother you.
I heard you were putting up Claude's nephew.
- [Marie] Yes. - [woman] Jaro Gatsi?
- Can I speak with him? - [Marie] Is there a problem?
Don't worry, Marie. It's all right. You looking for me?
[woman] Jaro Gatsi.
POLICE
On six months probation for possession, supplying, and transferring narcotics.
Pretty lucky the judge didn't send you to prison right away.
I was bartending at a club, and I did favors for the wrong people.
Is that why you reported the drug ring?
One of your customers had to die from an overdose
before you managed to find your moral compass.
Better late than never.
I assume that your parole conditions,
with the restraining order against your place of residence,
explains why you've come to our lovely village?
I'm the officer that's been put in charge of your case.
Well, you can see I'm here, I'm working, and there aren't problems.
Hmm. I wouldn't be sure about that.
- Do you know this woman? - [tense music playing]
[tense music fades]
Yesterday she rented a board from the shop where I work.
Is that all?
You left the shop together around 5:00 p.m.
Isn't that right?
Yeah, we went to find her board. Why? What did she tell you about it?
Nothing. Because she didn't come home.
[tense music resumes]
Since you're the last person who saw her, I was hoping you could help me locate her
by telling me exactly what happened between the two of you.
Nothing happened at all.
I have no idea where this girl is.
[chuckles softly] Bad karma, either way.
You've been here for, what?
Two days?
And then... somebody goes missing.
So what time did you last see her?
I don't know. It must've been around six o'clock.
But she was fine.
- What do you think happened to her? - I'm telling you, I don't know!
Lieutenant, there's a young woman outside
who says she has information on the missing person.
You stay here. I'll be back.
[indistinct chatter]
Hey! What the hell did you tell them about me?
That I went for a walk and saw you talking to the girl who went missing.
I was actually following you, but I didn't tell them that.
- Come on. Let's go. Come on. - [door closes]
You realize you're fucking with my life?
Stop it. Relax. The rest of it was the truth.
That you went one way, and she went the other.
I've gotta say, a biracial man with a record?
It's catnip for the police.
If something bad did happen, they shouldn't be wasting time with you.
Besides, I really need your help finding my dad.
I've got no choice.
So we've gotta get to the asylum in 90 minutes.
- What? What asylum? - I know why my dad was interested in you.
Caleb Johansson, the guru from the Écrins cult?
He's been in the psych ward for 30 years, okay?
Last night, he called my dad's hotel room, so I traced the number.
- So how am I involved in this? - I'm sorry.
Our buddy Caleb Johansson asked my dad to bring you to him.
Huh? Why would this guy want to meet me? And why does he even know me?
That's why we're gonna go talk to him.
No, hang on. Wait.
This has got nothing to do with me.
You're trying to get me to meet a psycho in an asylum?
Right when police are linking me to someone who's missing?
- Yeah, when you put it like that... - Thank you.
What if we don't tell anyone you came with me?
- Hey, you know what? Good luck. - No. Stop.
- You're my only lead. You gotta help me. - Let me out of the car. This isn't funny.
- Jaro... No! Jaro! Stay! - Get your hands off of me!
[grunts]
- Stop it! - Let go of me!
- [electricity crackles] - [Jaro groans]
I'm sorry. I really don't have much time.
- [somber music playing] - [engine starts]
[tires squeal]
Hey. How'd it go?
He's got an alibi, but I don't buy it.
Where are you going?
I have a meeting with Charlène.
Up at the resort where the girl went missing.
- Wait. - What?
Why are you calling in the canine unit for a woman missing less than 24 hours?
- I've got a bad feeling about it. - Gio. Hey. Whoa.
- Will you wait? - [sighs]
- Starting up with that theory of yours? - Stop calling it a theory.
What would you call multiple unsolved disappearances every year?
I'd call them national statistics.
In these mountains, 190 people die every year.
That's the average here.
You've got no case.
Because they won't give me resources.
Because there is no case.
[quietly] Fuck it.
- Hang on. Wait. - [Gio scoffs]
Just try to take it easy, would you?
'Cause we can't have another Fournier case, all right?
Another round of helicopters and search parties
for a guy who left without telling his wife.
You know very well I wasn't in a good headspace then.
I'm fine now.
I'm just saying that, for Emma Marçais, let Sofiane take care of--
I'm fine now. Got it?
You have to pick up Titouan at day camp at six. I won't have time.
[footsteps fade]
♪ What is love? ♪
♪ Oh, baby, don't hurt me ♪
♪ Don't hurt me ♪
♪ No more ♪
♪ Baby, don't hurt me ♪
♪ Don't hurt me ♪
♪ No more ♪
- ♪ What is love? ♪ - ♪ What is love? ♪
- ♪ Baby, don't hurt me ♪ - [mumbling lyrics]
- ♪ Don't hurt me ♪ - ♪ Hurt me ♪
- ♪ No more ♪ - ♪ No more ♪
[vocalizing along with "What Is Love"]
- [groggily] What's happening? - Ah, great. You're awake. You good?
I was worried the Taser voltage was too high.
I read the manual, but that was the first time I tried it--
- You okay? - [grunts] Come on!
- Untie me! - [yells]
[brakes screech]
- Fucking untie me! - [gasps] Oh boy.
We're almost there.
Please be more careful. You need snow tires to drive here.
- You're nuts. You're fucking certifiable. - Come on, now.
It's all gonna be great.
Go in and ask Caleb what he knows about my dad.
- One hour, and we're outta there. - I never said I was on board with this!
I get that you don't want to do this. I hope the cops will be understanding.
Understanding of what?
Of me, when I retract my statement.
- [chuckles] - Yeah, that's it.
Keep playing that game. You'll be in jail before me.
You think?
[grunting]
[breathing shakily] I didn't know any better, Officer. Sorry.
[sobs] I mean, he forced me to.
He told me if I didn't do exactly what he said
that he'd kill me right there.
And so I did what he said. I just feel horrible.
I just... I feel so guilty. [sobs]
Not bad, huh? I watched a ton of crime shows as a kid. I loved them.
Learned a bunch of stuff.
If you think you can just walk into a mental hospital, you're full of it.
That's not an issue. Don't worry.
The director of the health agency owes me a favor. I found his dog.
He got in touch a few months ago through iData because he lost his dog.
I don't give a fuck!
Oh, well, that's a shame because it allowed us to figure out
the movement patterns dogs make--
I do not care at all! Untie me right the fuck now!
Hey! I'm talking to you.
- Stop the car and untie me! - [Ida] Sensitive.
Just relax.
Take in the scenery.
[dog barking]
[Charlène] This woman took a really long walk.
- [sighs] What is it, ET? Seek! - [ET whimpers, barks]
Good dog! Seek! What do you smell?
[ET whimpering]
[barking]
[Gio] It's an old mine entrance.
[tense music playing]
Hey!
[rumbling]
[Charlène] What was that?
[ET barking]
- [panting] - [tense music fades]
[wind gusting]
[woman] Professor Chavant was telling me
that you're doing studies in psychological research?
Oh, yes. We're interested in resurgence of cult activity post-Covid.
It's really, uh...
[indistinct muttering]
[Ida] It's really...
perturbing.
To be frank, I was quite surprised
Professor Chavant gave you access to Mr. Johansson.
He's a very particular patient.
[card reader beeps]
Is he dangerous?
After 30 years of antipsychotic medication,
nobody is dangerous.
- We'll be fine. She's got a Taser. - I'm sorry?
[laughs awkwardly] He's making a joke. I left it in the car. I'm not that crazy.
I'm giving you 15 minutes.
[card reader beeps]
[fluorescent lights buzzing]
Mr. Johansson?
[unsettling music playing]
Look. I think you might know my father.
[inhales sharply]
Do you know what happened to him? Tell me.
Why did he come see you?
Why do you want him to bring you Jaro?
Jaro?
[exhales]
I was right this whole time.
Her soul is reflected in your eyes.
What?
The same struggle between the light and the darkness.
Despite all my teachings, she succumbed to the dark.
Tell us what you mean, Mr. Johansson.
The flames...
The flames that devoured Juliette are burning still.
How do you know my mother?
I've dreamt about you often.
The son of the chosen one.
- [tense music playing] - Maybe there's still time.
- Your mom was in his cult? - No... I don't know about that!
If you want to live, you must fight the dark shadows with true light.
- What do you mean, if I wanna live? - The flames, they will return for you.
And they will consume you and your descendants!
What did you say?
- Are you threatening my family? - Jaro, let go!
- The flames will return. - Are you threatening my family?
[Ida] Jaro, stop it!
- [music cuts out] - [grunts]
Is that what you wanted? Are you happy now?
Forget you ever met me.
[door opens, closes]
I'm not able to heal you.
Not anymore.
Was it my father who told you I was sick?
You know where he is? Tell me where, please. Tell me where.
- I'm begging you, Mr. Johansson. - That's enough!
- My father, Solal. Tell me where he is! - You need to leave right now! You're done.
- Tell me where he is, Mr. Johansson! - Now! Come on! Come on!
- Get out! - [Ida shouts]
[panting]
[young Jaro] Mommy!
[shouts]
[crying]
[young Jaro coughing]
Mommy?
[unsettling music playing]
[music dies down]
[sobbing]
[wind gusting]
[ice cracking]
[bright music playing]
[woman] Oh, the ice is just perfect! It's incredible!
Oh, that's so beautiful!
[woman] This one will get over 10,000 likes!
[drone whirring]
Did it work? Did you get it?
Hang on. There's something weird. Under the ice.
[panting]
[screams]
[ice cracking]
- [man] Marine! Marine! - [screams]
[tense music playing]
[Marine screams]
[screaming]
[music ends]
[wind whistling]
Emma Marçais?
They pulled her out of the lake.
I told you I had a bad feeling about it.
There's anthracite on her face.
Let's not make any hasty conclusions or get carried away yet, okay?
It's just like Roxane Vial in 1994.
You've locked up drunk kids
completely plastered with anthracite on them.
- It's become a tradition here. - I never found any of them dead in a lake.
[Gio] Do we know what happened to her?
They found cranial trauma.
They don't know if that killed her or if she drowned.
Listen. We don't want panic to spread two days before the winter carnival.
We'll follow protocol, and we'll wait for the pathology report, okay?
Okay.
What's the word on your suspect from today?
I'm double-checking the statement from the girl who gave him an alibi.
And the canine search?
The dog brought us to an abandoned mine entrance at La Valette.
- Did you feel the earthquake? - Earthquake?
Yeah.
Oh, I know what it was. I'm pretty sure it was Arcacia.
They got authorization to open some old parts of the mine,
and they've been using explosives.
I think they're trying to find more coal or something.
And why wasn't I informed about this?
Gio, you just gotta give the brass time to trust you again
after what happened last year.
[tense music playing]
[snarls]
[barking]
Hey! Calm down. He's our friend.
- Hey, man. What's up? - Is the party still on tonight?
- Yeah, but I thought you weren't into it. - Let's go.
Okay.
[bell tolling]
[somber music playing]
WE ARE NOT GUINEA PIGS
[Jaro] This town is depressing.
[chuckles] A bit, yeah.
But it wasn't always like this.
Actually, yeah, it always was like this.
But when I was a kid. It was more...
It was more lively before they closed the mines down.
But you gotta admit, the landscape's gorgeous.
And the ski resort's pretty great, huh?
Yeah.
So, how come you never came up here before if your mom's from here?
Like for a vacation or something.
We always lived in Paris with my dad.
My mom committed suicide when I was seven.
She set fire to our apartment.
Oh my God.
Fuck. I'm really sorry, man.
Hey. Why don't you check the glove compartment? Go on.
The little round black-and-white container.
See? Even if we live in a shithole, we have ways to forget about it.
[menacing techno music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[distant cheering]
[techno music intensifies]
So?
What do you think?
Is this place cool or what?
Wait till I tell you what happened here.
This place belonged to a cult 30 years ago,
and one day, all of them were found dead inside.
Pretty cool, right?
- [laughs] - [Roméo] Hey. What's going on?
[Jaro] Nothing, man. I'm good. I don't give a shit.
Hey. Nobody gets in without the sign of purification.
[chuckles]
[woman chuckles]
Welcome.
[loud techno music playing]
[music ends]
[on phone] Ms. Heilman, this is Dr. Guillon calling.
Listen. I wanted to call one last time
to try to convince you to resume your treatments.
Yes. The chance of remission is low, but with chemotherapy,
we can still prolong your life expectancy by several months, if not a year.
[echoing] Please, just call me back when you hear this.
We can speak in person and come up with a protocol that works for you...
- [sounds distort and fade] - [clock ticking]
[dramatic hip-hop music playing]
CALL THE DEFENDANT
- [music ends] - [clattering]
Come on. It's almost bedtime, sweetie.
Oh no, please. I don't want to just yet.
Let's watch another one.
No, you know you need to sleep, and I've gotta get up early tomorrow.
[indistinct chatter on TV]
But I'll be back tomorrow night.
As usual.
It has all the elements of a great murder mystery. A cadaver...
I know that it's hard for you to be alone so much, honey.
So I brought a little gift that might help.
[gentle music playing]
[Ida] Wow. [gasps]
Wow.
Wow. A computer.
I've asked them to install an internet cable for you.
That way, we can see each other even when I'm not here.
And you can talk to people from all over, anywhere in the world, anytime.
Thank you so much, Daddy.
[sniffles]
[notification chimes]
[man] The reverse image search came up empty.
[woman] It's an old Austrian brand.
The serial number indicates it was made in Korea in the '80s.
Hi guys. Um, I live in Busan.
So, I went there and asked, um...
There was one French construction company that was a client in the '90s.
[woman 2] The company is Belmart.
I checked their site,
and it looks like they only had three projects in the Rhône Alps.
[man 2] And one was in Lévionna.
UNDERGROUND GARAGE LÉVIONNA
[bell chimes]
[tense music playing]
[wind gusting]
[inhales sharply]
[suspenseful music playing]
[sighs]
[clicks]
[grunts]
[lock rattling]
[tense music playing]
[yelps]
[meowing]
How did you get in here?
You scared me.
You're all alone?
[cat meows]
Everyone abandoned you? Me too.
You haven't seen my dad, have you?
Because this is his storage unit, isn't it?
[somber music playing]
[cat purring]
You got any idea where he is?
Obviously, he wasn't here just to shoot a TV report 30 years ago.
This looks more like an investigation.
The question is why didn't he ever finish it?,
[cat meows]
Yeah. You're right. Why did he come back?
[tense music playing]
[machinery whirring]
[techno music playing]
[exhales]
[Caleb, echoing] The son of the chosen one.
The flames that devoured Juliette are burning still.
Her soul is reflected in your eyes.
[woman grunting]
[Caleb] The same struggle between the light and the darkness.
The flames will consume you and your descendants.
[ominous music playing]
[retching]
[cheering in distance]
[sighs]
Look, it's a giant one. It doesn't want to let go.
[laughs]
Watch, I'm going to catch it.
What am I doing here?
- [techno music continues] - [woman 1 moaning]
[woman 2] He killed that girl at the lake.
- Hey! You got some balls coming here. - Leave me alone.
Hey! You killed a girl, and you threw her in the lake.
Then you think you can come party?
You're outta your mind, man!
What did you say? You said she's dead?
Get the fuck outta here, asshole!
Hey, get off of me! Let go of me!
[tense music playing]
[groans]
[groaning]
Jaro! Jaro! Let's go, man!
[man] You piece of shit!
- [music ends] - [knocking on door]
I'm in deep shit, Ida.
The girl that went missing, Emma, she's dead.
Help me. They're gonna try to pin it on me.
Yeah, probably. Especially if you don't wash that off.
What?
Well...
Do what you want, but Emma was found with anthracite on her face too.
So it's not a great look.
How do you know that?
Oh, is it 'cause of your web thingy?
- The whatever it is? - Sleuthing.
Popcorn?
I found hundreds of my dad's VHS tapes.
It's a goldmine of info all about the Écrins cult.
He interviewed everybody that was involved.
[gentle music playing]
That's my mom.
Do you know who your mother's best friend was?
Roxane Vial.
The student from 1994, the very first victim.
This can't be happening.
This is impossible.
You haven't seen anything yet. Watch.
Roxane was the one who wanted to visit the house at the lake,
the community there.
They would have fun parties. It was a good time.
Pretty soon, I realized that something else was...
that something very incredible was happening up there.
Caleb would tell me I was special.
So I kept going up there, alone.
Yes, I loved Caleb, but not the way people said.
[Solal] What did people say?
[sighs]
It was true that all the women that were going up there
were in love with him. They did things...
The police keep saying that's why I'm lying to them.
But I swear that I'm not.
Caleb didn't kill Roxane. It's impossible.
Nobody believes me 'cause they think I'm crazy.
[Solal] I don't think you're crazy, Juliette. Not at all.
I think you're right about Caleb.
So my dad and your mom both thought that Caleb was innocent.
And if Roxane's murderer never got arrested,
then maybe he killed Emma.
- Possibly. - Why didn't your dad ever say anything?
I don't know. Maybe he needed more proof.
Either way, if he came back here to look at old VHS tapes and see Caleb,
it's probably because he found a clue, or at the very least, he found a new lead.
And that's probably why they came for him.
And maybe they went after your mom too.
My mother had depression.
She committed suicide years after all of this.
[sighs]
You sure it was actually suicide?
[explosion blasts]
[objects clatter]
[high-pitched ringing]
[Ida, muffled] Jaro!
Jaro! Come on! We've gotta get out!
Come on! Jaro!
[young Jaro] Mommy!
[Ida] Jaro! Jaro!
[young Jaro] Mommy!
- [Jaro panting] - [Ida coughing]
[high-pitched ringing continues]
[unsettling closing theme music playing]
Subtitle translation by: Michael Evans