In Tandem (2016–…): Season 6, Episode 1 - La malédiction de Nostradamus - full transcript

Look.

Here.

Check this out.

Somebody help!

Hi, honey.

How do you feel? Sleep well?

Yeah.

Yeah, I feel good.

Thanks, Mom.

NOSTRADAMUS' CURSE

Do you think Dad



is going to start missing you?

Oh, you know, your father and I

are more roommates than anything
else these days. Unfortunately.

Watch your legs.

You don't look so good.

Concussions do leave effects,
you know.

I think I'm scared to go
back to the office.

You, scared?

Of whom? Of what?

Running into Paul.

Why?

Going back 25 years like that...

It stirs up a lot of memories,
of emotions...

Long story short,



last Friday,
Paul asked me to marry him.

Oh, what an odd idea.

And I said yes.

Yes?

I wrote a big "yes"
on some letter paper

that I left on the table
in the dining room.

-And?
-Nothing.

He hasn't even called.

I haven't heard from him all weekend.

-Morning, Commander.
-Erwan,

-How are you?
-Fine.

You look good.

Thanks.

-What do we got?
-Julius Suton, 35.

He was living in Montpellier.

Celestin went to search his place.

OK.

He's pretty messed up.

I forgot my gloves.
Can you show me his hand?

Yeah.

Looks like it was crushed.

Anything else?

We can't find his phone,
but we did find this.

Vellum paper.

Scribes used to use it

in the Middle Ages.

Go ahead.
I bet you took Latin, didn't you?

"O clear night, lonely witness

"Viers Notos, skull lying at rest

"Under pines,
sad portent between heaven and earth

"Of the great prophet
will rest under glass."

I don't get it.

It's not Latin, in fact.
It's Old French.

I know.

Of course.

Come on, Mom.

No way.

Captain.

Oh.

This is Sub-Lieutenant
Fabrice Tessier.

He'll be joining the team.

-Great. Welcome.
-Thank you.

Good timing. You can help me look.

Let's go.

On the perimeter, there.

-In the weeds here?
-Yep.

Isn't this a piece of a cell phone?

Maybe it's the victim's.

Could be.

Now we just have to find the phone.

-Captain.
-Yeah.

I think I found it.

Someone clearly wanted
to destroy it.

Look at it.

I think it took a big fall.

Lea?

Yes, Paul?

Guess who is the wonderful captain
and bearer of good news?

Sounds like you found
the main crime scene.

That's right. At the top
of Pines Tower.

Sounds good.

And...

No need to thank me.
Just doing my job.

Jesus.

Any progress on our victim?

Yeah, but not much.
Julius Suton had no family.

No family?

No wife, no kids, no siblings.

And no parents, either?

Nope.

They died in a car accident

when Julius was a senior
in college, in History.

History?

I have a great deal of admiration
for historians, you know.

There have been clues to that effect.

-And do you know why?
-No.

Because God cannot change the past,

but historians can.

And despite that,

all science comes from God,
if we are to believe Origen.

-Shall I continue?
-Yes.

Julius Suton had just been hired

at the Fabre Museum in Montpellier.

All right.

And the search of his place?

Nothing interesting.
He was renting a studio,

but Celestin said the cupboards
and fridge were empty.

He might have been staying with
friends, or a girlfriend.

Perhaps.

I'm going to go to the museum.

I'll save you the trip.

I don't mind.

I need some air.

At a museum? Why?

OK, thanks.

I'm having the body sent
to the coroner's.

-Lea.
-And...

Let me call you back.

Sorry. How are you?

Fine.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Good morning, Commander.

Hi, Ines.

The phone is broken,

but Erwan thinks he can fix it.

So, to recap,

our victim may have fallen
from the top of this tower,

survived, God knows how,

and taken a few steps
before collapsing here.

The bushes must have broken
his fall,

but it wasn't enough to save him.

Pines Tower?

The vellum paper found in his hand
also mentions pine trees.

-Do you think...
-There's a link?

You're right.

There are pines up there.

Maybe he went up to check something.

Must have been important,
since he broke in.

The colonel's going to the museum.

He wants to know
if the vellum paper is from there.

Your father?

Until proven otherwise.

No, I mean...

Usually that's my kind of assignment.

Well, this isn't usual, then.

You can go meet him if you want.

Ines, can you send this to the lab?

Prints, labs, everything.

OK.

She's acting odd.

You think so?

She's a little tired,
but that's understandable.

I...

really admired Julius.

You were his assistant?

Yes. We were in school together.

Six months back,
he contacted my mother

to propose an exhibit.

Oh?

Nostradamus.

Fascinating character.

The exhibit was going to bring
visitors from all over the world.

We don't have to cancel it, Mom.

We're almost done.
I helped Julius with it all.

I can finish it up in time.

We'll pay him tribute.

You're not ready for an exhibit
like this, honey.

Did Julius have enemies?

I wouldn't go that far, but...

I heard him arguing with Marion
yesterday.

Marion?

She was shouting that she wouldn't
stand for something.

It must have been about
the catalog for the show.

Who is this Marion?

Marion Jonzac.

She's on the team,

but Julius requested that her name
be taken off the catalog.

I see.

This is a disaster for the museum.

Let's hope not.

Ah, Captain Marchal.

This is Eloise Faure,
the museum director.

-Hello.
-And her son Baptiste,

who assists Julius with research.

OK. Hello.

Hello.

Do you know whether

Julius had a particular reason

to go up Pines Tower last night?

We found this parchment paper
in his hand.

Ring any bells?

The style sounds like Nostradamus.
Look:

"O, clear night, lonely witness..."

"...of the great prophet
will rest under glass."

I don't recall reading this
in his "Centuries."

In what?

"Centuries." It's the title
of the collection of prophecies.

I see. Thanks.

There are a lot of legends
about the "Centuries."

Some even claim

that some of them went missing
after his death.

You think this scroll
could be one of the lost prophecies?

It's possible.

Julius was very excited.

He was saying he'd made
some extraordinary discovery.

Hang on. If the scroll is authentic,

then it's priceless.

Of course.

So he fought to keep hold of it.

Perhaps.

It's a good motive for murder.

Thank you.

LIBRA, SCORPIO, SAGITTARIUS

Ah. "Centuries."

This is where he slept?

Sometimes.

He spent his life here.

He was obsessed with Nostradamus.

But not with cleaning.

What are you looking for?

Anything about the scroll.

It seems like Julius
told the wrong person about it.

Someone who would kill him to get it.

It's odd that he didn't talk to you
about it.

You're his assistant, right?

Julius wasn't the type
to talk about himself.

Or his research.

Even in college,
he was the secretive type.

He was sick.

Not as far as I know.

THE PROPHECIES OF NOSTRADAMUS

THE PROPHECIES

I feel bad about Julius.

But honestly,
he behaved really badly toward me.

You're not the only one
to have been forgotten.

Baptiste Faure's name
isn't on here, either.

Yeah, well, Baptiste was only
his assistant.

But Julius offered me more.

He promised me part of the exhibit.

And?

What happened?

I don't know.

One day, he decided to change
all the plans

to put his discovery
in the limelight.

Did he tell you about the scroll?

-A scroll?
-Yes.

No.

That's exactly like him.

Everything was going great,
and then, I don't know...

His attitude suddenly changed.
He got suspicious,

almost paranoid.

Like he didn't trust anyone.

Given the state of the phone,

it's going to take some time
for me to get the data off it.

Julius didn't use the cloud?

No. And no social media, either.

I guess he preferred
the 16th century,

old books, romanticism...

Who prefers that to technology?

Someone cultured, for example.

You know what my aunt used to say?

Culture is like jam.

The less you have,
the more you spread it.

No. Too much is nauseating.

OK. Anything else?

I spoke to Julius's thesis advisor.

Julius was offered a post there
three months ago. He declined.

His parents had just died.

Maybe he needed some space.

Maybe.

He was a temp lecturer
at the University of Edinburgh

until Eloise Faure greenlit
his Nostradamus exhibit.

So he'd been in Montpellier
for what, three months?

Captain Mauriac gave me the list
of students from his year.

Maybe he was in touch with some.

That's a lot.

OK.

-Should we split it?
-Sure.

Hang on.

Multiple rib fractures

caused a fatal pneumothorax.

The left lung was punctured.

Bruising to the abdomen,

serious hemorrhage

caused by a ruptured spleen.

Hello, Franck.

Hi, Lea. When did you get here?

Just now.

It meant a lot to hear from you
this weekend.

I wanted to tell you.

Well, of course.

I wanted to be sure you were OK.

I'm fine.

Lea, your concussion is something

that needs to be followed up on.

Other symptoms could arise
at any time.

Duly noted.

But I'm really fine.

So, the death was caused
by an internal hemorrhage?

Yes.

Tissue analysis

shows that Julius Suton
fell from the tower around midnight.

He died eight hours later.

Eight hours later.

It's incredible that he could
have survived the fall, no?

Incredible, but not impossible.

Falling three or four flights
is fatal

only 50% of the time.

Any higher, and your chances
get worse, of course.

I didn't notice these marks.

A suicide attempt?

I'd say they're from a decade ago.

OK.

So we're dealing
with a brilliant historian,

paranoid, obsessive, manipulative,
violent, and suicidal.

Interesting profile.

But it checks out
with the meds that Paul found.

Binzum is an antipsychotic
used to treat schizophrenia.

Schizophrenia?

That makes more sense.

But while on treatment,

usually, mood and behavior
should be stabilized.

But everyone thought he was
acting strange.

Antipsychotics have to be taken
continually.

Maybe he'd gone off his meds.

Sure, but I need to be certain.

We'll have the blood tests back soon.

OK. Let me know.

Of course.

I just checked Marion Jonzac's alibi.

She was in the ER

when Julius Suton was pushed.

Why was she there?

Her son had an attack.

The doctors discovered
that he has epilepsy.

I couldn't imagine her
murdering Julius

for taking her off the catalog.

The only motive we have so far
is the parchment paper.

Actually, I got some info

from his cell phone.

There's a text he sent
just before he died

to a certain Adrien Jonzac,

a bookseller in Montpellier.

Jonzac, like Marion.

Her husband.

The text sends him to the top
of our list of suspects.

Look.

"Meet at 11 p.m. at Pines Tower.
Be on time."

I didn't go to the meeting.

I was in the hospital
with my wife and son.

Your wife had had a falling out
with Julius.

How did you get along with him?

Well.

We were best friends in college.

Then, life sent us our separate ways.

Julius did his thesis, and...

I pursued my passion for old books.

Did you know he was mentally ill?

It was a taboo subject.

He was afraid
people would think he was nuts.

In your opinion, did his meds

allow him to cover up
his schizophrenia?

More or less.

But it ruined his life.

How so?

He never let himself
have a serious relationship.

And definitely no children.

He could have passed his illness on.

Let's come back to the meeting.

You didn't show,

but why did Julius ask you
to meet him there?

He needed help.

Two days ago,
he showed up with a scroll

that he'd found
inside the cover of a book,

and he wanted it in the show.

He was super excited.

He was convinced that the scroll
was the key

to finding Nostradamus's skull.

Sure, although scientists
have been looking

for Nostradamus's skull
for 200 years, in vain.

It's a well-known story.

During the French Revolution,
Nostradamus's tomb was pillaged,

and his skull went missing.

Julius thought that scroll
was going to lead him to it.

It sounds insane.

Slow down.

First, we have to verify
whether the scroll is authentic.

-Any news from the lab?
-Indeed.

"The spectrometer indicates
that the vellum paper

"is from the Middle Ages,
and the ink is iron gall,

"made of water, iron salts,

"and tannic acid."

Like the kind used by Nostradamus

-for his prophecies.
-OK.

But something still feels off.

I'm going to look into it.
Thank you, Erwan.

You're welcome.

Lea!

I was just reading Julius's thesis.

It's super interesting.

I'm sure it is.

There's a ton of info
about Nostradamus in it.

Did you know that when they opened
his tomb during the Revolution,

they found a plaque inside

that he'd written the date his grave
would be defiled on?

It's crazy.

It's also unverifiable.

Now that we know that Julius
went up the tower

looking for a clue,

I thought I might...

Keep looking?

Yes, because all we have right now

is this skull and the scroll
that's worth a fortune.

Who says the killer wasn't trying
to get their hands on it?

So if I retrace his steps
from Pines Tower,

I might be able to figure out
where they went.

Sure, go look for your skull.

Lea?

Paul?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

No, tell me.

I don't have anything left to say.

But maybe you do?

No?

Hello?

Sorry, Franck. I came as fast
as I could.

-Were you busy?
-No, no.

I got the lab results back.

You don't look too good.

No, it's Paul.

He wants to try to find
Nostradamus's skull.

He's impossible when
he gets an idea into his head.

Oh, Paul. He's not the first
to have gone looking for it.

Do you have something for me?

Yes.

What would you say
to a walk one of these days?

A walk?

Yeah, a stroll.
It can really help you think.

Help you...

Help you think. OK.

That's where your mind was?

I thought we were discussing
the lab results.

Yes. They're negative.

Nothing in his blood.

So, no sign of drugs,

no trace of his treatment?

No. Well, yes.

But the amount of Binzum
found in his blood

indicates that he hadn't taken
his meds in three weeks.

So you were right. He'd stopped.

Any coroner
could have concluded that.

I had the bottle of medication
looked at.

The meds weren't real.

So what? Someone changed out
the pills?

We know that about a week ago,

Julius Suton's behavior changed.

OK.

So that's when someone
changed his meds.

Why would someone do that?

Maybe to mess with his mind.

Or drive him insane.

What we do know is that
whoever did that

knew he was schizophrenic.

I contacted all the students
he was in school with.

All of them?

Didn't Erwan help?

Yes, yes, he assisted me.

Anyway.

Julius hadn't been in touch
with anyone.

His life revolved around the museum,

Marion, Adrien, Eloise, and Baptiste.

So if you want my opinion,

one of them was involved.

To think that Nostradamus
could have written this.

It's really something.

Yes.

Yes. And according to our lab,
the paper and ink are authentic.

But I still wanted your opinion,
as a historian.

Someone could easily have fooled
the lab.

Really? How?

Our archives are full
of virgin vellum paper.

And exposing ink to UV rays
accelerates oxidation,

which can make it appear older.

But if you came to me,

something must be troubling you.

Yes. In the calligraphy,

I thought I recognized
characters from the High Middle Ages,

which doesn't line up
with the Renaissance.

You have a historian's soul.

I'm just an amateur.

The history of calligraphy is more

than we have time for, but...

If you'd allow me to examine
the vellum paper,

I could tell you more
tomorrow morning.

Certainly.

And... here's my number.

See you tomorrow.

OK.

See you.

So, am I here to enlighten you

on Nostradamus?

You bet.

A 400-page thesis...

I haven't had time to read it.

I wrote one myself, actually.

A thesis that really
made an impression.

On Nostradamus?

No.

What about, then?

"Anorectal disease:
past, present, and future."

Seriously?

Seriously.

Anyway,

did you know that Nostradamus
came to study in Montpellier

at the same time as Rabelais?

Wow.

Those two brains in one place...

Kind of like... No, never mind.

Are you really trying to find
his skull?

You bet. I even have a plan.

I can't wait to hear it.

Let's start from where
Julius stopped.

Here.

The only clue we have is the scroll.

And I think I cracked it.

-Want one?
-No, thanks, Dad.

Did you talk to Paul?

No. I haven't had a chance.

Are you missing Mom a lot?

No.

Because I could send you home.

It might be good for you two.

No, no.

Oh, I see.

Your mother and I live together,

but we don't share a life anymore,
not really.

We have our own separate lives.

You know, Dad,

I learned quite a bit
with my trip back in time.

And I feel like people
often tend to focus

on the problems,
on what's not going well.

And you forget the rest.

The reasons you fell in love,

why you wanted to share
a life together in the first place.

Why you wanted to spend time
together...

Things that might still...

make you love each other anew,

and want to start over together.

Excuse me.

Eloise.

-Eloise Faure?
-Yes, the director.

Sorry, I have to go meet her.

See you later.

Ah.

Hello, Eva. How are you?

What are you doing here?

Eva came to surprise us.

She brought lunch for three of us.

Great.

Thanks.

Well, let's not just stand here.

Shall we go out?

"O, clear night, lonely witness

"Viers Notos, the skull lay in rest

"Under pines,
sad portent between heaven and earth

"Of the great prophet
will rest under glass."

You're not destined for the stage.

Rather vague clue, no?

No. This says that you have to lie
under the pine trees

-and look toward Notos.
-Notos?

Notos, yeah. It's a southern wind,
for the Ancient Greeks.

Didn't you know?

Sure, I know all about Notos.

Yeah, of course.

According to my compass...

It's this way.

How do you know that?

The sun.

What's that building?

Médicina escola.

Christ. In plain English?

It's the med school.

Where Nostradamus studied
500 years ago.

I also happened to attend.

-Oh yeah?
-More recently.

OK, I'll hold.

I wanted to say,

that was really nice,
with the three of us.

Yes. I didn't see the time fly
between you two.

Me neither.

You were right.
There's no harm in having fun.

See?

You two are so nice to watch.

Shall we do it again this weekend?

This new place opened up.

It'd be nice to go together.

Eva and I are counting on you.

Sounds good, then.

But this time,
my husband will come too.

Arnaud really likes you.

OK.

Oh, we have the cat this weekend.

It'll be at our place.

Are you sure?

Thank you.

I checked the phones
of people close to Julius.

One of them made a call
from near Pines Tower that night.

OK. And?

And Eloise Faure had dinner
in a restaurant nearby.

And she wasn't alone.

Eloise Faure?

She had dinner with Julius?

Yes. And it wasn't professional,

according to the waiter
who saw them argue.

More a lovers' quarrel.

OK. I'll call Ines and have her
bring her in.

You were right about the calligraphy.

The printing press imposed
typographical standards.

Yeah.

Certain letters aren't
from Nostradamus' time.

Exactly.

They existed in the Middle Ages,

but they weren't in use
in the Renaissance. Look.

The N in "Notos."

So it's a fake.

That's right.

You've made
an extraordinary discovery.

We made it together.

Yeah... Oh, excuse me.

-Lieutenant Zaidi?
-Colonel.

Is there a problem?

I'm going to have to ask Ms. Faure
to come with me.

Why?

She didn't tell us that she was
in a relationship with the victim,

and the commander wants to know why.

MEDICAL SCHOOL

1 - SKULL ROOM

The skull room.

Sounds too easy.

No, Lea, not now.

You're not answering?

No. We're so close. No.

You shouldn't do that.

She's used to it.

She's going to keep feeling anxious,

tired, irritable, and have headaches.

She needs help right now.

OK, yeah. You're right. Thanks.

Come on.

"Of the great prophet
will rest under glass."

Here.

We did it.

We're here.

I loved coming here as a student.

I see. You already had weird tastes.

All these heads -- it's fascinating.

This is why I became
a medical examiner.

I wanted to know
who these people were.

Can you believe that
Nostradamus's skull is here

somewhere?

And no one ever noticed.

What better hiding place?

So how do we know which one it is?

In his thesis, Julius says that...

Nostradamus' body was found
in his room.

His head was bloodied,
and his skull was partly crushed.

I'll take the right side.

OK.

Come see this one.
It's parietal bone is damaged.

And it's a Caucasian skull.

I need to call Lea.

Lea, I did it.
I found Nostradamus' skull.

Yeah, and I found Shakespeare's.

We got the report back.
The vellum paper is fake.

So you're wasting your time

looking for a skull
that doesn't exist.

-Stop fooling around...
-No, but...

...and come back.

Hello?

-We've been had.
-What?

You, me, Julius:
we've all been fooled.

The skull was never here.

Then why would someone
go through the trouble

of hiding a skull here?

It's not Nostradamus'.

Yes, I get that.

What I'm saying is that this skull

wasn't originally here.

Look for yourself.

The school has an image bank

with all the skulls.

All except this one.

So, what? Someone put it here?

-Why?
-I have no idea.

The case is locked,

so whoever did it had a key.

Yeah, or permission from the school.

I hope you're sure about your expert.

I don't see why she'd lie.

To make us not suspect her.

By the way,

she never told us
she was sleeping with the victim.

Omission isn't the same as lying.

Stop playing around with words
because you have a crush.

Mrs. Faure...

I've never let my emotions
get in the way of my judgement.

"My emotions"? Wow.

What went on between you and Julius?

I was afraid he'd leave me.

I was jealous.

Jealous of whom?

Who were you afraid of?

Marion Jonzac.

Julius was so insistent
about working with her.

He'd go on and on
about how smart she was.

Then why did he take her name
out of the catalog?

That wasn't Julius. That was you.

I thought it would be a good way
to make her upset.

And to push her to quit.

But your little scheme
turned against you

when Julius realized.

When he got to the restaurant,
he was outraged.

He said that because of me,
Marion wouldn't be obliging.

Obliging?

That's the word he used.

I didn't really understand,
but I figured that...

that it wasn't related to the
exhibit, that it was more...

More personal.

Yes.

I told him that I'd do what I could
to fix things with Marion.

He wouldn't listen.

For him, it was over.

I'm sure you'll think I'm biased,
but...

Eloise didn't kill Julius.

This wasn't a crime of passion.

and why would she have made
a fake scroll?

Whoever did that
was trying to trick Julius.

OK. Julius had already tried
to kill himself

several times,

so whoever messed with his meds

wanted to make it look
like he'd lost his mind again?

Frame it as a suicide.

But Julius grabbed onto the edge
of the tower,

and his killer had to make him
let go.

"To be, or not to be,
that is the question.

"Whether 'tis nobler in the mind
to suffer the slings and arrows..."

"Or to take arms against a sea of
troubles, and by opposing end them."

Colonel, excuse me.

Was the skull really necessary?

Yes. Our suspect hid it
in the medical school.

You think that's our suspect?

Perhaps. In any case,

whoever did it asked for access.

I got their name.

So.

Baptiste Faure, Eloise's son?

But,

why would he hide the skull there?

"That is the question."

I want to talk to Baptiste.

Everyone else out, please. Thanks.

OK, go ahead.

Congratulations. You're good.

The vellum paper looked so good
it fooled our lab.

Even your mother nearly bought it.

Do you know what it's like
to be the hireling

for a guy who has everything
you ever dreamed of?

And a nutcase, to boot.

Tell me, Baptiste:

how did you know
that Julius was schizophrenic?

I found his meds
when I was tidying his office.

I tried to warn my mother,

but she just told me to finish

my thesis.

That's when I realized that...

That he was sleeping
with your mother.

So all these tricks,

it was just to make him look bad?

If Julius had unveiled that skull
at the exhibit,

his career would have been over.

You switched out his medication
to drive him over the edge.

I'm not proud of it.

But I had to show them
who he really was.

Apparently he figured it out,

since he asked you to meet him
at Pines Tower.

Hang on, what?

You had to shut him up,

or you could kiss your thesis
goodbye.

-Not to mention your mother.
-You're way off base.

I wanted to destroy Julius,
not kill him.

Hey.

Sorry.

-Lea, Lea.
-Yes, Paul?

We keep missing each other.

First it's the phone,
then your father...

It's true.

I'm sorry, but I must be stupid.
You know me.

I don't get what's going on.

It's not very complicated.

OK, let's have a drink tonight
and discuss it.

OK.

Baptiste would never have had
the guts to attack Julius.

Not straight on, anyway.

Destroying him intellectually
was a better revenge.

Erwan finally got into
Julius's voicemail.

There's an interesting message
from a real-estate agent

who wanted to arrange a showing.

Julius was looking
for a big apartment.

What for?

He slept in his office
most of the time.

Apparently he was looking for a place
near a school,

and with an extra room for a child.

What child?

There isn't one.

Julius didn't want one,
according to Adrien Jonzac.

I'm so lost.

First there's a kid,
now there's no kid?

This doesn't make sense, Ines.

He didn't want a kid before,

but he was on medication,
his life was basically normal,

so he could have changed his mind.

See? He wanted a kid.

Or he was hiding one.

Or he was hiding one.

That could be, Celestin.

OK, go question Baptiste again.

He spent a lot of time with Julius.

Maybe he knows something.

I'm on it.

I don't have any proof, but...

Julius had a crush on Marion.

It was clear already in college.

Did she feel the same way?

There were rumors.

Some friends said

they were sleeping together
senior year.

Weren't Adrien and Marion together?

Yeah, but he didn't notice.

He was depressed
because he failed his thesis.

I thought he wasn't interested
in academia.

Yeah.

Adrien likes to say he'd always
dreamed of being a bookseller,

but the truth is that
it was a fallback choice.

So, how can I help you?

There are no problems,
only challenges.

At the risk of sounding repetitive,
I'm here for you.

I just wanted to know

if there could be a link between
schizophrenia and epilepsy.

Oh. Yeah.

Yeah?

Studies have shown that people
with schizophrenia

were six-to-eight times more likely
to have epileptic fits.

OK. And is that hereditary?

Often, yes.

There we go.

Marion and Julius were arguing
not about the exhibit,

but about their son.

Maybe Julius wanted to tell Adrien.

But we've got a problem.

The Jonzacs were at the hospital
when Julius was killed.

I checked on that.

It's only two kilometers
from Pines Tower

to the hospital.

There must be a crack in his alibi.

It's up to us to find it.

I don't understand why we're here.

I thought you'd want to see the spot
where Julius died.

He didn't die instantly.

He suffered for eight hours.

This is where we found him.

I checked with the hospital.

Your son
had to have an emergency MRI.

And only one parent could be there.

Your husband, Adrien, stayed.

I did the math.
That would have given you an hour

to go back to Pines Tower
and kill Julius.

Oh? And... How would I have known
that he was there?

Because Julius asked your husband
to meet him there,

and your husband must have told you.

What happened?

Were you afraid that Julius
would tell Adrien about your secret?

I'd like to avoid giving your son

a DNA test to prove that Julius
was his biological father.

It won't prove that I killed Julius.

I wanted to tell you so many times,
but I couldn't.

I was afraid I'd lose you.

When the neurologist asked us
about our family history,

and he mentioned schizophrenia...

Christ. You never told me.

You never told me, Marion.

You and Julius.

How could hide something like that?

At the time, you were obsessed
with having failed your thesis.

It was all that mattered to you.

And when Niels was born,
you completely changed.

You were happy again.
We were so happy.

When Julius contacted me,
I wasn't concerned.

But then he said he wanted
to see his son.

You killed him.

You killed him.

He threatened to go to court
to get visitation rights.

He wanted to take our son away.

He couldn't let him do that.

I was just trying to protect
our family.

No.

You ruined everything.

Oh.

Hey, honey.

Hey.

Sorry, I didn't know you'd be here.

I was thinking, Tuesday night
we could have our little ritual.

Watch a Western, a road movie,
order a bunch of sushi...

Yeah, great. I love it.

But... no, sorry, not tonight.

Are you taking me out?

No, I...
I'm getting a drink with Lea.

It's important, Ines.

More important than
an evening together?

It's got nothing to do with that.

Something's off between us,

and I want to clear things up.

I thought things were very clear.

They are.

It makes me feel sick...

But... go ahead.

If it's important to you,
then I understand.

I'll be here.

You're not very talkative.

Well, you're the one
who wanted to get a drink.

Yeah.

I feel like something's wrong.

I'm not feeling my best.

I think I was expecting
a reaction from you.

At least a phone call
to hear how I was doing.

OK.

No, but... I'm sorry.

Ines and I were busy all weekend.

We were out backpacking.
We didn't have service.

And?

What, Lea?

You said I was very clear,
but about what?

Stop it.

We're adults.
We can talk like adults.

-Yeah.
-OK?

All you're doing right now

is dodging the issue.

No, I'm not dodging anything.

Do you remember
when you asked me to marry you?

Yeah, of course.

It was an unusual time.

I was feeling lost, I...

I don't know what came over me.