In Tandem (2016–…): Season 6, Episode 2 - Le droit chemin - full transcript

François!

François!

François!

Knock, knock.

Come in.

I tried calling you a bunch
of times last night.

Why did you leave like that?

I don't know. I'm sorry.

Really, why, Lea?

I don't understand.

Did you get my note?



What note?

I left you a note, Friday night,
on your dining room table.

No. There was no note
when I got home.

Thomas was studying for exams.

He must have grabbed it by accident.

What did it say?

Nothing important.

Lea, what you've been through is...

dizzying.

I think I would have liked for us
to be together again...

25 years ago.

That's not possible.

No.

It's not.



This is Commander Soler.

OK. Thanks, Erwan.

We've got a...

a dead body at Saint Louis Abbey.

THE STRAIGHT AND NARROW

-Morning.
-Commander.

So, the victim...

His name is François. He's 30.

Time of death, around 8 a.m.,
judging by the state of the body.

He was found this morning,
by Brother Benoit,

who's right over there.
He's a novice, like him.

OK.

And what were two monks doing
outside the abbey?

Brother Benoit had just spent
a few days with his family.

Brother François, we don't know.

Isn't it odd for a novice to be
wandering around in jeans, at night?

I mean... In civilian clothes.

I mean, not in his monk's robes.

Oh, the cowl.

Right, right, the cow.

No, a "cowl," C, O, W, L.
It's what the monks wear.

I know.

Sorry.

Did you see this?
The bruising on his neck.

I don't think that got there
on its own.

What's on his hand?

What's this mark? Weird, right?

Another mystery.

OK. Erwan, have the body sent

-to the coroner.
-OK.

Celestin, talk to the monks.

Right away.

Fabrice, go question the monks.

No problem.

I'll talk to the abbot.

Excuse me. Hi.

Father.

We're going to be opening
a murder investigation.

Murder?

Poor François.
Who could have done this?

That's exactly
what we'd like to know.

Did he often go out at night?

No. He didn't even leave
the abbey walls during the day,

except to work on them.

Did anything unusual happen recently?

No.

He was going to confirm his vows

in two weeks.

At the same time as his friend
Brother Benoit.

So they were in competition.

No.

Maybe Benoit wanted to get ahead
by taking out his rival.

It's not a competition.

Oh. OK. So everything was fine?

Two novices joining the abbey
is a blessing for us.

Not all of us are young anymore,

and my higher-ups will shut the abbey

if we fall below five brothers.

Brother François's cell.

Wow.

Had he taken his things somewhere?

No, this was all he had.

We take a vow of poverty, you know.

And where would he have gone?
He only had us.

Maybe he got sick
of the three prayers a day.

We have seven services a day here,
ever since the Middle Ages.

François had adapted well.

Yeah, but maybe it was like
right before you get married.

You have a last-minute doubt
and leave the bride at the altar.

If so, he would have been free
to do so.

The abbey isn't a prison.

And you're right.

Who would leave without his glasses?

Of course.

HOLY BIBLE

That's funny.

He drew in his Bible.

Any idea what this is?

I imagine the eye is related

to the legend that our abbey is home
to Saint Louis' last tear.

The famous treasure of the Crusaders?

Yes.

If you're one for medieval legends.

What are these figures here?

I don't know.

Maybe he was taking notes

on the sacred texts.

He was very diligent.

Brother François,
born François Millet,

found his vocation rather late.

He joined the abbey at 28,

but he quickly showed himself
to be very pious and very invested.

Any family or other contacts?

No, no visitors.

Apparently, he had cut all ties
to his family.

And no cell phone, either.

So no reason to leave the abbey.

Certainly not
in the middle of the night.

As for his bank account,

just a few hundred euros that had

been there since he joined the abbey.

Thanks.

Any progress?

I've got the prefect and the diocese
breathing down my neck.

Thanks.

We have mysteries, but no leads.

A novice who is doing well
in his brotherhood,

who never goes out.

And he gets killed

the first time he sets foot outside.

Captain Mauriac and I

think someone was waiting for him
the night he was killed.

-What do you think?
-Sorry?

Does any of this interest you?

Of course.

Oh.

What are all these texts?

Work?

It's the... prefect?

No, it must be the diocese
making you smile like that!

Both.

Now get to work.

Paul? It's Lea.

We think someone ambushed
Brother François

outside the abbey that night.

Any idea who might have done that?

No. No.

But I did find something
pretty strange:

a Bible with drawings
and symbols in it,

like some kind of code.

I sent you photos.

A code?

Yeah. You know...

No, no. No legends, Paul.

-Well, but--
-No.

-I...
-I said no.

It's the legend of Saint Louis' tear.

It just so happens
that in this abbey--

I'm saying no

because with legends,

you start acting like a fool.

Remember Nostradamus' skull?

This is completely different.

That was fake,

and this is fake too.

There's no legend, Paul. Drop it.

OK. You know what?

Just look at the photos, still.

OK.

Damn.

It's a mess here.

Is that normal?

We open our cells
to the poorest among us.

Last night, we hosted Renaud,
a homeless man.

Last night?

He comes here when there's no room
at the shelter.

Why didn't we see him this morning?

He was already gone when we got up
for Lauds.

For what?

Our first prayer, at 5 a.m.

Oh, right, of course.

So he left sometime at night.

That's interesting.

How did he get along with the victim?

François welcomed everyone.

There were never any problems.

Could you describe Renaud for me?

Renaud Bettin, 43, no fixed address.

We have no info on him.

No criminal history.

The monks said

he has an illness on his arm,
and he's a bit of a weirdo.

A weirdo?

Is that the word they used?

No.

Sorry. The exact wording was,

"a bit eccentric, but not dangerous."

Eccentric how?

He's some kind of treasure hunter.

He shared his passion for
Saint Louis' tear with François.

Have you checked the shelters?

Yes. No one saw him this morning.

If something's amiss with his arm,
maybe he's in the hospital.

I'll ask Erwan to contact them.

He'll love that.

-Hi, Franck.
-Hey, how are you?

I'm all right.

Anything new on Brother François?

He died between midnight
and one in the morning.

Unsurprisingly,

trauma to the back of the skull
with a subdural hematoma.

Which killed him.

What caused the trauma?

He was struck with an object.

What kind of object?

I don't know yet,
but it left some residue.

I'm waiting on the lab.

I did some research on the mark

I found on his palm, and I got this.

That's interesting.

It's the same symbol

Paul found in the victim's Bible.
Look.

Yeah.

It's as though when he died,
he was squeezing something.

What do you hold tight
before you die?

Someone you love.

Something you're afraid
could be stolen.

Yeah. An object, of course.

What were you saying?

An object, yeah.

Is there anything at the abbey

that might match this symbol?

It's the symbol of Saint Louis' tear.

But I can't think of anything
like it here.

Was Brother François
very interested in the legend?

He believed the tear
was actually a diamond.

That explains everything.

If he'd found it, maybe that's
what he had in his hand.

-The diamond?
-Yes, or the object containing it.

Maybe he was trying to sell it,
and the buyer killed him?

Aren't you getting ahead of yourself?

I'm anticipating, Brother Simon.

Just anticipating.

Renaud Bettin?

Captain Mauriac, police.

I didn't do anything, I swear.

Come on.

François was my friend.

I'd never hurt him.

Not that I could anyway.

Disabling upper-limb pathology.

I can't fight.

It lost me my job.

François was the only one
who would help me.

We'll ask the hospital to confirm.

In the meantime, can you explain

why you grabbed this
from your friend's hands?

And why you took off last night?

When you sleep on the streets,

you don't sleep long.

Around two in the morning,
I went to the kitchen.

I know the monk who runs the errands.

There's always some cash in a box,

so I took some.

And François caught you?

No. When I came outside,
I saw him lying on the ground.

I thought it was the crazy lady.

-What lady?
-She lives next to the abbey.

She freaks me the hell out,
so I ran off.

But you took the time
to take this object from him.

Well, it might lead the way
to Saint Louis' diamond.

At least the psycho won't get that.

You think she could have attacked
François?

She set fire to the monks' beehives
two months back.

She and François had a row,

and they almost came to blows.

Good thing I was there.

Would François really have hit her?

Those hives were his babies.

He'd have done anything
for his abbey.

So what happened?

He told her to stay off the property,

or there'd be reprisals.

It's not every day
you hear about street fighting monks.

Why not, if it's to protect
a legendary treasure?

A worthy descendant of the Crusaders,

prepared to put the enemy
to the sword.

Do you really believe all this
about Saint Louis' diamond?

Brother François had found the plate
with the symbol of the tear.

But none of the other monks
had seen it before.

He must have hid it away,

like a hero of old, risking his life!

OK, take it easy.

Anyway, Renaud Bettin's doctor
confirmed that his illness

would stop him from hitting anyone.

But the neighbor lady, maybe.

She's got a rap sheet.

Cathy Plagnard, 52, farmer.

Arrested for assault

during a farmers protest
outside the prefecture.

We might be able to add
arson to that too.

Those hives burning down
was serious for the monks.

It was one of their main sources
of income.

Everything from beeswax candles,
to honey, to royal jelly.

Given what they charge for that,

it must have been a big help
for their finances.

OK, but to go so far as to threaten
her with reprisals?

Monks are usually pacifists,
in principle.

You know, Ines, pacifist or not,

when someone attacks you,
you defend yourself.

Knock, knock.

I think I decoded a message
in François's Bible.

I'm going back to the abbey.

Nice of you to let me know.

I'll join you.

No, no.

Let's let him go on his Da Vinci Code
quest all on his own.

So I thought I'd take the plate

in case--

That's evidence, Paul.

Lea, it's going to lead us to
the killer, I'm sure of it.

Really? Says who?

Your intuition? Your experience?

No. The bishop who's here,
waiting for your debrief.

Where? No, Paul!

Hello.

Mrs. Plagnard? Police.

You're here about Brother François?

It's awful. He was so young.

Did you see him
after your argument about the hives?

No. That was a silly accident.

I was burning leaves,

and it got away from me.

François didn't see it that way,

as I understand it.

No, really. We talked it over,
that's all.

Since then, we were fine.

Is it normal that there's
abbey honey here?

Oh, that's just... an agreement
I have with the monks.

To help them sell their honey.

Oh? As a sign of a truce?

Right, that's it.

If you don't have
any other questions,

I won't keep you.

Of course. Thanks.

These are the abbey grounds, in pink.

This is Cathy Plagnard's property.

Since she inherited it,

she's bought up
all the surrounding land.

That's some serious expansion.

She's nearly doubled
her land holdings.

And look: her latest crops

are heading toward the abbey grounds.

She'll have to stop someday.

I don't see how she could get
the monks to move out.

They've been there
since the 12th century.

You know,

people think that if something
has been around a long time,

it'll always be around,

but things change.

You have to live with your time.

Are you trying to communicate
something?

No.

What I mean is that
the Church is in crisis.

Their resources are in free fall.

Here. Look.

If their revenues don't increase,
the diocese will close the abbey.

Look: the letter was sent

two months before the fire.

You think Cathy Plagnard
figured that with no hives,

they'd have to leave?

It adds up, doesn't it?

If she wanted them to leave,

why help them sell honey?

Father?

Just one little question.

Do you have a business agreement

with Cathy Plagnard?

What agreement?

You don't know
that she's selling your honey?

No.

We've never sold
through any intermediaries.

Interesting.

Could you give me a jar of honey,
please?

Come with me.

POLICE

No, Linette, I told you:
no screens at Grandma's.

Come on...

No, don't take the phone either.

How did they close this thing?

Let me call you back.

Yeah. Don't worry. I love you, honey.

Yeah. Bye.

Thanks, Yann, but if I can't do it...

Hand it over.

I don't get it.
I have crazy strong hands.

I must have loosened it up for you.

What are you doing with honey?

We want to compare
Cathy Plagnard's honey

to the abbey's honey.

What's there to compare?

Same jar, same label,
but they're different honeys.

-You haven't even tried them.
-No need.

This one is real honey.

Smooth.

Textured.

The diversity of plant life
gives it its golden color.

And this one?

Gag. This is cheap stuff.

Doesn't deserve to be called honey.

Fake honey?

Fake good honey
with the abbey's label.

I think we've found a scam.

OK. You're welcome.

Have a nice day.

You were right.

The fraud squad is interested.

Apparently,

honey fraud is on the rise.

The texture is what tipped me off.

It's all to Mrs. Plagnard's
advantage.

With the abbey label,
she could sell her honey--

Her fake good honey.
Allow me to insist.

Her fake good honey
at twice the price.

Maybe Brother François
had found her out.

And things went south.

The real question

is why he went out at night
without his religious garb.

Right. Of course.

That might be a job for a lieutenant.

Definitely.

Any word from Paul?

He's still at the abbey,
looking for the diamond.

I get it. You want me to go help him.

You've got quite the instinct,
Celestin.

Really?

It's funny,

because my Aunt Felicette

always said to me,

"the Celestin instinct."

Well!

I also have quite an instinct myself,

and you know what it's telling me?

Why was he outside
in civilian clothes? I...

-Should I shut the...?
-Please.

I've been looking at the numbers
in his Bible.

-Yeah.
-If we combine them,

they point you to certain words
in the Bible.

A Bible treasure hunt?

Exactly.

The first number tells you
the number of the book.

The second tells you the chapter.

The third, the verse.

The fourth tells you which word.

And for now, I've got the sentence,

"Everything is in the tear
beneath the honey."

"In the tear beneath the honey?"

Yes.

François had found the trail
of the tear of Saint Louis.

Under a beehive.

Can you tell me why
no one at the abbey

knows about your agreement?

François handled it.
He must have forgotten.

Just like you forgot how you
bought a bunch of cheap honey

from a Polish company?

What were you planning to do
with the money

from this scam?

Buy the abbey grounds?

It's not what you think.

Let me tell you what I think.

I think François
had figured your plan out.

To get rid of the monks,
you set fire to the hives...

No, he set fire to the hives.

And to some of my land too.
Not the other way around.

He was using the smoke
to calm the bees.

But the embers fell on the hay
on the ground,

and it went up in flames.

It even spread to my property.

He nearly burned the house down.

That's why you had a fight?

Yeah, but... After that,
he came to see me.

He asked me to change my statement.

Why, if it was an accident?

To get the insurance money.

And you agreed to lie,
with certain conditions.

You wanted to sell your honey
with their label.

François gave me the labels.

Bingo.

I think François had found the tear.

Easy, now.
There's a holy relic in there.

I don't think so.

See you tomorrow, Ferdinand.

Lea. Lea.

So?

I think a congratulation is in order.

Of course.

I imagine you thought to lift
prints from your little treasure?

Yeah.

Do you think it could belong
to François's killer?

Why not?

But why would François
have had the plate

to open the safe?

Good point.

And if it didn't belong to François,

he would have told the other monks
about it,

which he didn't do.

Makes it sound
like he had a criminal history.

Funny you say that.

I asked Sabine

to look into his history
from before the abbey.

-We'll know more tomorrow.
-Ah.

Well, goodnight.

Yeah, you too. Bye.

Mrs. Fauré, can I help you?

-I have an appointment with--
-Coming!

-Hi.
-Hi.

-How are you?
-Good.

Éloïse invited me to...
a private tour of her museum.

Enjoy.

Sorry?

I said, enjoy.

-Thanks.
-Thanks.

He said he never saw the note.

He thinks Thomas might

have grabbed it by accident.

But I don't believe that.

The note didn't just disappear.

Lea.

There's one person who would have
wanted to make that note disappear.

And you know who that person is.

Yes, I know, Mom.

But I can't blame her.

I don't know what I'd have done
in her position,

if I'd found that note.

It doesn't matter. If you want Paul,
you have to act now.

Act?

At some point, Mom,
I have to think clearly.

You saw Ines. She's 30.

She's beautiful,
her whole life ahead of her...

Imagine what she has to...
offer to Paul.

She could even have kids,
if they wanted.

What do I have to offer him?

Other than leftovers?

Honey,

maturity can be very sexy.
I should know.

And you already had a family
with Paul, right?

Be careful, Lea.

For Ines, first it was the note.
But there could be more to come.

If you don't do anything,
you could lose him.

Something the matter, Lieutenant?

Hi, Colonel. Sorry about the noise.

I can't stand it

when my colleagues tools

aren't working as they should be.

Right. And you don't have
your own stapler?

No, I do.

And?

And... I leave it in my drawer,
to keep it in good shape.

Oh? You thought,
better to use my colleague's.

Clever.

Thank you, Colonel.

Unfortunately, not everyone
sees things the way we do.

Yeah. Why don't we focus
on what makes a little sense.

The lab sent back the prints
from the gun found in the cache.

There's only the victim's prints.

If you'd like to take a look.

It's not stapled, but...

A list of stolen guns?

I did some research,

and I found the serial number
of our gun.

Stolen two years ago from a gunsmith.

Right before François
joined the abbey.

I guess our monk
was no choirboy then.

Good work, Lieutenant.

Thank you, sir.

-Hey, Thomas.
-Hey.

-How's it going?
-Good.

Who are you here to see?
Your father or your mother?

-Neither.
-I see.

Thomas.

Let's cut to the chase.

For your application
to the police academy,

you need to show
that you're motivated.

I thought the best thing
would be to do an internship here.

The problem is your parents.

They'll never agree to it.

So, we don't tell them
until it's already done.

You're an adult.
You can decide for yourself.

So, Tuesday. Be here at 8 a.m. sharp,
OK?

It'll be fine.

Here's the signed document.

And until then...

Thanks, Grandpa.

No, starting now, it's Colonel.

Thank you, sir.

So, what else?

This means "killer."

Logical next step: "prison."

"Gabrielle"! What are you doing?

Still, Captain,

I'm not sure I really need to know
those words.

Of course, you need something more...

Like the Japanese Wheelbarrow,
or the Frog.

Why are you learning sign language?

Just curious.

Curious? But it's pointless.

Let's just say I want to be able
to express

my feelings better.

No way.

You're dating a deaf girl?

I met Eva, who is hard of hearing.
It's different.

Dang. Is it true what they say?

That their other senses
are overdeveloped?

Like, can she see a bird
from a mile away?

Let's focus on the investigation,
why don't we?

"Robbery at the Arceaux Jewelers

"in Montpellier."

Any relationship to our treasure bag?

And the day before he came to
the abbey, did you see?

That's right.

That could line up with my info.

The Arceaux Jewelers
used SHP Security,

where François used to work.

SHP Security: they install

surveillance systems, right?

Top-of-the-line systems.

I called them this morning.
François was their best installer.

Before he up and disappeared
and joined the abbey.

He programmed the alarms
for all kinds of clients:

museums, wealthy individuals...

Jewelry stores.

The article says
one of the burglars was arrested:

a certain Mina Wagner.

And her accomplice fled
with the jewelry.

Her accomplice...

Brother François.

You know,

François was very discreet
about his past.

When he came here,
he said he felt called by God.

Often, that kind
of sudden devotion fades,

and novices return to secular life.

But not him?

He committed himself.

He studied a great deal.
He became a seasoned theologian.

But he never discussed his past life?

His work, or... a girlfriend?

Here, we live in the present,
not the past.

His life was completely dedicated
to the community.

He even made large donations

to repair the building's frame.

With what money?

I don't know.
François handled it himself.

Could you find out
how much the work cost?

Of course.

Yes. OK.

Paul.

OK, but send me
an official confirmation.

Right.

OK, thank you.

That was the prison.

Mina Wagner was released
two weeks ago.

She never betrayed her accomplice.

Two years. She paid for the crime
alone. Why?

François kept watch over the loot.

In theory.

In theory.

Did you find anything?

Yeah.

"Invoice for repair
of the Saint Louis Abbey roof."

The generous Brother François
paid for a lot of repairs

to save the monastery.

He paid in cash.

The amount he paid

matches estimates of the resale price
of the stolen jewelry.

Including Mina's share.

Whereas he was supposed to be
keeping her share safe.

That's a solid motive there.

Good job, Captain.

Thank you, sir.

-Ms. Wagner?
-Yes?

Christ, this again?

If you're going to be on my ass
every other day,

I may as well be back in prison.

Do we police all look alike to you?

Yeah, cops are all the same.

Pretty boy, maybe not,

but the old lady here...

You could slap a siren on her head,
wouldn't change a thing.

All right, are you done? Great.

We're investigating the death
of François Millet.

François Millet... I don't know him.

Brother François, the monk
who called you in prison.

I don't remember.

OK. Where were you the night before
last between midnight and 1 a.m.?

At home,

like every night.

Alone?

Yep. I'm single.

And ready to mingle.

Sorry.

Paul?

It's me.

I decoded all the phrases
in François's Bible.

This isn't a good time.

No, it is.

François was communicating
with someone

through the Bible.

Listen: "Don't call anymore
unless emergency."

"Where?"

Answer: "Petite loge, Petrarque."

I don't understand.

It's the intersection of Petite Loge
Street and Petrarque Square,

next to the Museum
of the High Middle Ages.

Can you cut to the chase, please?

"Steal the Holy Chalice."

And the date is the day
François died.

Date, place, and target.

François, the victim,
was planning another robbery

the night he died.

So he was communicating
through his Bible

with his accomplice.

OK, I'll call you back.

Thanks.

I told you, I haven't seen François

since I got out.

I told you, I believe you.

But?

I've been through these before.

Stop trying to make me trust you.

Fine.

You were planning
another heist together,

communicating through his Bible
with your coded messages.

What happened?

You were afraid
he'd betray you once again,

so that night,

you killed him.

I would never do that.

Never.

OK, François did call me
while I was in prison.

He told me he'd donated
the jewelry to his abbey.

And that pissed you off, right?

No, I wasn't jumping for joy,

I won't lie.

But he offered me an even bigger job.

He told me... about a legend...

a hidden treasure.
It wasn't all that clear.

He wouldn't say much,
because the phone was tapped.

Hence the coded messages.

Very clever.
Who would suspect a Bible?

When I got out,
he didn't want to meet in person.

Too risky, he said.

So we kept using the coded messages.

What happened two nights ago?

The night of the robbery?

He didn't show up at the museum.

I waited ages,

and I went home around 2 a.m.

Jesus Christ, it's true!

Yeah, I've screwed up,

but I don't have a drop of blood
on my hands!

And I'm not about to start now!

The dark spot on the MRI
is François's hemorrhage.

You can see that it spread slowly.

So it wasn't the head wound
that killed him?

It was, but it took a few minutes.

So he was able to move.

He wasn't necessarily attacked
where we found him?

I also got the results back
on the dust

that was found on the back
of his head.

Shelly limestone?

It's the stone that makes up
most of the abbey.

OK.

And fissendis fontanus?
What's that?

It's a moss that only grows
on fountains.

Which means he probably died

because his head hit a fountain.

And the only one around there

is the one inside the abbey.

So François was killed
by another monk?

Lea. Lea.

Look. This is huge.

See the drawing
we thought was a maze?

-Yeah.
-In fact,

is the blueprint for the museum's
security systems.

And the eye in the center
is what he wanted to steal.

The chalice?

Yeah. And not just any chalice.

This is huge.

A chalice from the Middle Ages,
set with precious stones,

with a diamond
that looks like a tear.

Saint Louis'?

François may have thought so.

Stealing the chalice
to keep the abbey afloat

wasn't so illegal in his eyes.

Maybe for him,

but not for the other monks.

We just need to figure out
who found out about his plan.

The abbot,

Father Simon,

Michel, or Pio.

By joining the monastery,
you choose to withdraw from the world

to escape from material questions.

To better listen to others.

To devote yourself to your community.

François was ready

to return to his past as a thief
in order to save all that.

If I had known, I'd have done
everything to stop him.

Anything?

Even hitting him?

That was just an expression.

I'm looking for someone

who'd do anything to keep François
on the righteous path.

At any price.

I don't see who could have known
if I didn't.

Excuse me. Your mail.

Thank you, Brother.

Simon handles the mail? No one else?

Yes, it's one of his daily chores.

He gets the mail and hands it out.

He also stamps our letters
before posting them.

Thanks. That's all I need.

Lea, I was right.

The key to the murder
is decoding the messages.

Lea.

Ah.

Anything new?

Paul thinks that a monk
could have done it

to protect the brotherhood.

A monk? Which one?

The one who handles the mail:
Brother Simon.

Why? Because of François'
criminal history?

No, because of his future,

which would harm
the Church's reputation.

A monk implicated in a robbery...

You can imagine
how the Vatican would react.

But how would our killer
have been aware of all this?

By doing what Paul did,

and decoding the Bible.

Do we have proof?

No. I was just about to get
a confession

when you interrupted me.

Go right ahead.

Thank you, sir.

We've asked you here

because we think we know
who killed François.

Brother François had intended

to rob the Museum
of the High Middle Ages

in order to keep the abbey
financially afloat.

But one of you found out
about his plan

and tried to stop him
from committing this crime.

As a result,
a struggle took place right here.

Your brother's head
hit the edge of this fountain.

The blow was fatal.

Not immediately, but fatal.

Please come to the station.

That won't be necessary.

My sons,

remember our Lord's teaching

in his Sermon on the Mount:

"Blessed are those who hunger
and thirst for righteousness..."

"...for they will be filled."

It was me.

I killed him.

Forgive me, brothers.

Forgive me, Father.

I just wanted to stop him
from making a mistake.

How did you find out about his plan?

He was the only one whose letters
were so heavy and frequent.

I finally opened one.

When I spoke to him about it,
he told me the truth.

He explained his plan

and made me promise
not to tell anyone,

especially the police.

You were faced with
a terrible dilemma:

to lie, or to betray.

I kept thinking about

the path that had taken him here,

about the vows he was going
to confirm.

You couldn't live with all that
on your conscience?

Not in the name of our brotherhood.

Tell me what happened
two nights ago, Brother.

You waited for him.

He was very aggressive.

He got violent.

We grappled, and...

I pushed him.

My God, why did I do that?

His head hit the fountain.

I saw that he was dazed, but...

He refused the hand I held out
to him, and he left.

When Benoit found his body,

I realized that I'd killed him.

Why didn't you turn yourself in?

To protect the brotherhood

and prevent it from being dismantled.

But now, it's all over.

Congrats, you two.

Thank you, sir.

Dad, where are you going?

I have a date with Eloise.

Two nights in a row.

What?

Is it getting serious?

-Lea...
-Sorry, I didn't say anything.

Forget it.

Stop it.

Eloise is just a friend, OK?

And... I like spending time with her.

-Goodnight, Paul.
-Goodnight.

He does seem pretty perky

for someone who's just going
to see a friend.

Yeah, but now's not the time.

Hang on, you think... Seriously?

What about your mother?

-Poor thing.
-Shut up.

Aye, aye, aye.

Paul?

I've been thinking, and...

I want to spend my life with you.

Well, that's good news.

And... I want to build something
with you.

You know?

But here, it's too complicated.

Things have never been clear,
and it's not good for anyone.

Not for you or for me.

Or for Lea, in fact. You know?

Yeah.

So... I want you to tell me

that you're ready to consider
us transferring

to another city.

I was thinking Lille.

Yeah.

It'd be... a new chapter,

you and me.