In Tandem (2016–…): Season 6, Episode 3 - In Tandem - full transcript

POLICE

Our man is dangerous
and potentially armed.

He killed a woman
during his last break-in.

-Don't take any risks.
-Don't worry.

Go!

Police!

Clear.

Advanced rigor mortis.

He died last night.

Yeah. Around dinnertime.

Nine millimeter, clean.



The killer must have shot here.

Lacombe never had a chance
to turn around.

Looks like a pro.

Certainly someone
who knew how to handle a weapon.

That's for sure.

What else do we have?

I don't understand.

A 9mm casing,

and a 7.65mm as well.

And a .22 rifle casing.

What?

The guy used several guns?

There's only one entry wound.

We've got brown hair, blond,
long, short...



Cigarette butts of different brands.

How many people came through here?

Lacombe was on the run.
He needed to lie low.

I don't get it.

See the prints we took
off this glass?

Looks like mint syrup.

The guy left prints all over.

None of this adds up.

Get the body to the coroner.

I'll call you later on.

OK, Sabine. Thanks.

I've never seen
a crime scene like that one.

Baran said there was evidence
all over?

All over.

What do you think it was?

One of Lacombe's former accomplices?

It wouldn't be the first time
they'd gone after each other.

-I...
-Paul?

-What?
-What's going on?

-You've been strange all morning.
-I'm fine.

No, something's off.

I know you.

How can I put this?

Simply.

We're thinking about putting in
for a transfer together.

We?

And why? When? Where?

To Lille. Ines and I.

We think it might be good

for us to turn the page.

That's very poetic. Who is it?

Commander. We've got testimony
from a neighbor.

Nothing beats door-to-doors.

Especially when you know
what you're doing.

What's this neighbor say?

He heard a gunshot around 9:30 p.m.

He thought it was a firework
at first.

But then he saw a blue car

with a "Breizh" sticker
on the back window.

Breizh. That means Brittany.

We're aware, thanks. And?

So maybe it was a Breton.

I've put out a wanted notice.

Blue car with a Breizh sticker.

Probably a stolen car.

It's the only lead we have
until the lab gets back to us.

All of Lacombe's accomplices
have been in prison

since their last job.

Only Lacombe was on the run.

I might have found something.

It's a news report from two years
ago, just after the break-in.

That's Jerome Bergeron,

the husband of the young woman
Lacombe killed during the hold-up.

Watch.

The police let him stay
on the run for years,

even though they knew
he was dangerous.

Of course he was going
to end up killing someone.

And I lost my wife.

What are the police good for?

I know what I have to do now.

He's not hiding his intentions.

Yeah. Still, family members

of victims threatening
to carry out justice,

that's nothing new.

Except that his wife's killer
was found dead.

So Bergeron waited two years
to get revenge?

Vengeance is a dish best served cold.

How did he find him?

Lacombe was on the run.

We've been looking for him
for a long time ourselves.

Just good luck?

Maybe he hired a private detective.

Yeah.

Either way,
it's worth questioning him.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

At your service, sir.

Is this a joke?

You brought me in here?

Where were you last night
between 9 and 10 p.m.?

At home.

Alone?

Yeah, alone.

Partly because of him.

While you were twiddling your thumbs,
others get the job done.

Oh? Like you, Mr. Bergeron?

Justice has been done.

You're incriminating yourself.

Are you kidding me?

You were in charge
of investigating Lacombe.

If you'd caught him in time...

My wife would still be here.

You know I did everything I could

to arrest Lacombe.

But no witnesses, no evidence.

That's your best excuse?

Take it easy.

Listen up, Captain Marchal,
to me, you're as guilty as him.

Take him away.

You know how it is.

Even if we couldn't help it,
as soon as there's a victim...

I read the file again.

You did everything in your power
to put Lacombe behind bars.

-Don't blame yourself.
-I know.

I know.

I don't believe it.

What number snack is that?

-Five?
-Third. Don't exaggerate.

Let me enjoy it. Focus on driving.

This way?

Yeah.

Have you ever heard of
"cholesterol," Yann?

Yeah, and I don't have it.

Just had a physical.
I'm fit as a fiddle.

-Anything else, Doc?
-OK, I'll leave you alone.

Look at this numbskull.

-But... Fabrice.
-What?

Look, it's the car.

The Breizh sticker.

Shit, you're right.

Call the Commander.

Commander Soler.

We just spotted a car
that matches our description.

Yeah, with the sticker.

Yann?

What's going on?

Oh, shit.

Yann?

Yann?

The car just blew up.

It just blew up.

Shit, Fabrice.

Fabrice has been hit.
Send an ambulance.

Want me to go with you?

No, don't worry.

I'm fine. I'll call you.

How is he?

He'll be all right.

Some bruising to his face,
but he's OK.

How did he survive?

The car totally blew up.

He opened it with his left hand.

And?

The door shielded him
from the explosion.

If he'd opened it
with his right hand...

He'd be dead.

Christ.

Excuse me. It's Lea.

Yeah, Lea?

Tessier's going to be fine.

It's a miracle.

Whoever we're dealing with,
he's a real psycho.

The goal was to kill someone.

POLICE

He could have killed anyone!

We're always on the front lines.

At least be logical.

Stay calm.

Calm? Fabrice is in the hospital.

He'll be out soon.

He's a little banged up,
but he's fine.

This was directed at us.

The killer knew we'd find the car.

He wanted to kill an officer.

He's right.

I don't know...

-We came across it randomly.
-It's important not to panic, OK?

Everything's fine.

That's easy for you to say.

Please.

We all like Fabrice.

He was very lucky.

But this job comes with risks.

And we all know those risks.

So I'm going to ask you all
to keep a cool head.

We're going to need it.

Starting now,

I want to focus on this case.

With everything we've got.

I want to find this guy

and arrest him ASAP.

I'll need all of you.

Now get to work.

-Colonel?
-Yeah?

We're getting some money together
for Fabrice.

Of course.

20? Looks like we'll be getting him
a lot more than chocolates.

How about a round-trip ticket
to the Bahamas?

It was a joke.

The car was indeed stolen.

Well, the owner can just
call their insurance up.

There's not much left of it.

Do we know where the bomb was?

Yeah, here. Look.

Under the driver's seat.

They used fertilizer and fuel.

OK.

Anyone could have made this.

This wasn't an amateur.

As soon as the door
was opened the slightest bit,

the two magnets separate, and boom.

OK.

So it's a homemade bomb
made by an expert?

I don't understand.

We've got a killer
who shoots like a pro

and is an expert in explosives.

And a guy who leaves evidence

all over and makes a bomb
with gardening materials.

Who the hell is this guy?

OK. Let's go.

Paul.

Unrelated, but you know my cousin
Noor who I really like?

She's doing an internship
in Montpellier,

and I'd love to introduce you.

Sure, great.

She was living in Lille.

So she could tell us how it is there.

OK, but...

Are we in agreement that the transfer
is still just one option?

It's not a done deal.

Yeah, of course.

OK.

Commander.

Want a coffee?

Did you not sleep well?

No, not very.

Me neither.

One of our colleagues
almost bit the dust...

I know.

And the Bergeron lead is dead.

We checked his contacts.
No sign of a private eye

or a hired killer.

I can't see him booby-trapping
a car, anyhow.

No.

So, other than telling me
that I look tired,

do you have anything for me?

We have the results from the lab.

The evidence from Lacombe's place
doesn't add up.

The casings are
three different calibers.

The hair all belongs
to different people:

men, women, unknown DNA.

Same with the cigarettes.

Three saliva samples,
three unknown DNAs.

I see.

That doesn't line up
with a guy who's on the run.

Then there's the prints on the glass.

-We got a match.
-We have a name?

Yes. A repeat offender.

Benjamin Fignon, 17.

Three arrests
for organizing illegal festivals.

Illegal festivals?

I know it's not much, but...

Let's check it out anyway.
You never know.

OK.

Good morning.

Police.

What do you want?
I'm on my way to school.

Where were you two nights ago
around 9:30 p.m., Ben?

I was DJing at a party.

Nobody calls me Ben.

Oh?

Yeah, it's so yesterday.

Isn't it short for Benjamin?

Yeah, thanks, I got that.

What party are you talking about?

The block party.

Any witnesses?

No, I prefer to DJ parties
where there's no one there.

Can you give me straight answers?

Yeah, it was a block party.
Everyone was here.

Just ask the neighbors.

Can I go now?

Have you drank any
mint syrup with water recently?

Mint syrup?

I don't know...

Yeah, a few days ago, at a cafe,
with a friend.

And did you eat something
greasy with your hands?

You guys are creepy.

Yeah, I had some fries.

What cafe was it?

The Balto.

Where?

In Montpellier.

-We'll check that.
-Yeah.

-All right, go on.
-Yeah, thanks.

It's simple.

The killer took Benjamin's glass
from a cafe.

He was careful
not to erase the prints,

and left it at Lacombe's place.

So it'll be the same story
for the hair and the cigarettes?

It's not hard to take hair

from a barbershop

or cigarettes from an ashtray.

So he deliberately left evidence
at the crime scene.

But to what end?

To throw us off.

We know one thing about him.

He wants to provoke us.

Do you think he knew
that Benjamin Fignon

had a criminal record?

Was he trying to frame him?

I don't know.
It could be a coincidence.

That doesn't tell us
why he's doing all this.

Come in.

Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.

Thomas, this isn't a good time.

We're on a big case.

I'm the new intern.

Paul, listen...

Sorry, Thomas.

We just told you
that we're on a big case...

I've got the papers right here.

What are you talking about?

Colonel Soler?

Grandpa knew
you wouldn't agree to it,

so he just went ahead and did it.

Go to my office.

OK, Mom.

No. "Yes, Commander."

Yes, Commander.

Did you know?

No. Not at all.

My dear Thomas...

Despite my important role
in the ongoing investigation,

the commander has asked me
to serve as your guide,

your model,

your mentor,

your...

Paragon?

Yes, it was on the tip of my tongue.

Did she tell you why
she wanted it to be me?

No, I have no idea.

Isn't it obvious?

What is a parent's
primary responsibility?

I don't know. Protect their child?

Yeah, of course.

And who's the guy for the job?

Celestin.

That's right! You're a lucky guy.

I love teaching.

Photocopies.

Eight each.

Welcome to the police.

Thanks.

What is this?

-What's going on?
-Look at this email I just got.

"I killed the criminal
Anthony Lacombe, at his home,

"151 Cournonsac Rd.,
March 27th, at 9:30 p.m.

"I also booby-trapped the blue car,
license plate number GJ 132 ST,

"that wounded Sub-lieutenant
Fabrice Tessier."

What do they want?

Nothing, but keep reading.

"This is just the beginning.
I strike when I please.

"Get ready to count the bodies."

He's giving details
that aren't in the press yet.

He's the killer.

We need to arrest this psycho.

Central to all units.

We're looking for a man
spotted two days ago

driving a blue car, license plate
number Golf, Juliette, 132,

Sierra, Tango,
with a Breizh sticker on the back.

Any information goes to
my cell phone directly. Thanks.

I'll ask Erwan to get his IP address.

We need to generate a profile.

I'll talk to Sabine.

"I strike when I please."

There are no clues here

that could help us find him.

We'll have to trust our gut.

But the style is so clean-cut,
precise, even meticulous...

Look, he gives the entire address.

When he mentions the car,
he cites the color, the plate,

he says "sub-lieutenant."
No one does that.

It's almost professional.

You're right.

It's written like a police report.

Hang on.

What did we notice
at the crime scenes?

He's someone who's familiar
with our methods: ballistics,

DNA, fingerprints...

He shoots like a pro.
He knows his way around explosives.

He kills Lacombe just hours
before we get there.

Like he'd been tipped off.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

What if he's police?

Police?

You're insane.

You need proof
to make that kind of an accusation.

Do you have proof?

The style of the email.

The style? Are you kidding me?

Sabine and I looked at this
from every angle.

This is someone
who is familiar with our methods.

Whether he's an officer
or a former officer,

he'd never send an email,
because he'd know

it could lead back to him.

Unless he sent it
from an Internet cafe.

Come in.

-I have the IP address.
-Go ahead.

You're not going to like it.

The killer sent the email from here.

From one of our computers?

Yes. And not just any computer.

Yours.

That's ridiculous.

Someone would have seen them
come in here.

Let's check the surveillance footage.

Great.

Go do that.

The email was sent at 6 a.m.

The security system was undergoing
maintenance from 5 to 7 a.m.,

so there's no video.

He knew. It's a colleague.

No. That's impossible.

Not one of my men. I know them.

I know their spouses.
I was at their children's baptisms.

The police is like a family.

I can't imagine that one of my men
would kill Lacombe

and try to blow up
one of his colleagues!

I can't imagine it!

Morning, Commander.

This is for you.

Commander.

OK.

Both of you were on duty
when Lacombe was killed.

That means it wasn't you.

Thank you trusting us.

Sabine, the killer is one of ours,

so everyone is suspect,
all the way to the top.

The colonel?

And so, Captain Marchal,
Ines, Celestin...

In theory, Erwan,
all of us are suspects.

What do you want us to do,
in practice?

Check on everyone who wasn't on duty

when Lacombe was killed

and during the time frame
when the car was parked.

We need to check the schedules
of 80 officers, Erwan.

That's a lot of work.

And we don't have much time.

Once you have the names,

send me a list.

-Understood.
-Thank you, Sabine.

Did you hear?

The archivist
told me that Mauriac and Lebellec

are looking at our schedules.

They're going through them.

I can't believe it.

They think it's one of us?

That's messed up.

Can you imagine?

You're having coffee with a guy,
and it could be him.

You don't really believe this crap?

Yann.

It's impossible.

There's no way.

Are you going to drink that?

I don't feel like it.

Give me it.

Yes!

How's it going?

Could be better.

I hear they're making a list.

Don't want to be on it.

I'm sure I'm on it.

I wasn't on duty. I was at home.

But I've got nothing to fear.

Do I?

Sure you do,
if you don't have an alibi.

I can't believe Soler
would do this to us.

OK, guys,
let's do some interval training.

Let's go.

Don't worry. Your mom
is just doing her job.

When are you going

to take me into the field?

Put this over your eyes.

What for?

I want to teach you to run blind.

To feel the terrain.

So, you're pursuing some burglars
through the dark of night.

So I turn on my flashlight, right?

Oh yeah? What if the battery's dead?

You check your equipment

before you go out.

Thanks for the lesson.

Any officer can check
their equipment.

I'm talking about becoming
an exceptional officer.

Let me show you.

Lieut--

"Exceptional," right.

I don't know.

Lieutenant.

Do you have the list?

What list?

The list of suspects.
I'm on it, right?

There are no suspects, Sirinelli.

I imagine that the higher-ups
aren't on it.

That's enough.

Give me it.

-What's wrong with you?
-We want the list.

Watch your tone.

Sirinelli.

So you're OK with this?

Calm down.

What are you doing?

This is what he wants.

To turn us against one another.

He might be having a good laugh
right now.

We have to stick together.

OK.

Nice to see you back.

I think I should have stayed
at the hospital.

What? Should I call a doctor?

No, don't worry.

I got shaken up,
but it was nothing serious.

I just meant about the vibe here.

Yann told me a little.

Sounds bad.

Yeah, it's not the best.

Are you sure you don't want
the day off?

I think we need all hands on deck,
don't you?

Yeah.

Yeah, they're in the...

No, I won't forget
about your cousin, Ines.

What...

I have to go.

OK? Love you.

How's it going?

Great.

What's wrong?

I was super excited about
this internship.

I thought I'd finally
get to be in the field,

but all I do is make copies.

Oh, it's that?

We all went through that.

Just because your grandfather's
a colonel,

your mom is a commander,
and I'm a captain

doesn't mean
you get special treatment.

Didn't you always say
you learn best in the field?

Yes. But the field starts here,
at the station.

So, I need some copies of this.

Eight each, please.

Go on, smile. It's going to be fine.

What do they need with eight copies?

Come in.

Well?

Not looking good, is it?

On top of everything,
with the investigation leaked,

Sabine and Erwan look like traitors.

We're having morale issues.

I imagine.

But things will calm down.

How many names on the list?

Thirty-seven.

That many? That's half the station.

It's too many.

We got the ballistics report.

"The 9mm casing found at Lacombe's

"was fired by..."

What's going on?

Paul...

It's the ballistics report.

And?

They were very clear.

The casing found at Lacombe's place
came from your weapon.

He took it from here.

It's like the hair, the cigarette
buts, the glass...

A bunch of red herrings.

OK, Paul...

Your service weapon
could be a murder weapon,

and...

Unfortunately, you're also
on the short list.

Given the situation,

we have to remove you
from the investigation.

You actually suspect me?

Don't be ridiculous.

We trust you 100%, 1,000%, but...

The law is the law for everyone.

I need you to turn in your gun.

Please.

Since the whole family's involved.

The best thing would be
for you to stay at home

until things calm down.

Under house arrest, then.

Maybe the transfer
isn't such a bad idea after all.

In Lille, there might be people
I can count on.

This whole thing is absurd.

It can't be him.

If you think about it,

Marchal was the one who failed
to put Lacombe behind bars.

What are you implying?

Maybe he wanted to finish the job.

If it was his weapon
that was fired...

I know the Lacombe case well.

My father did everything he could
do arrest him.

Police do things by the book, period.

That's what I've been taught, anyway.
And who taught me?

My father.

Calm down, Thomas.
We weren't serious.

I can't believe it.

You think my father

would murder a criminal?

Right when he needs you most.

This whole situation sucks!

I feel like I got trapped.

I can't believe they took you
off the case, Paul.

It's only normal, though.
Lea had no choice.

It's her job.

I completely disagree.

Trust is the most important thing.

She did it for my own good, Ines.

For your own good?

What good is that?

What does it help to shut you out?

-No...
-Anyway,

the police is only a family
when it suits us.

You and Lea don't even realize,
but...

You mix everything up.

There's no way
you should be OK with this.

Honey... Look at me.

Look at me.

I'm telling you this
for your own good.

If you want what's best for me,

then you have to understand

that deciding to leave everything
behind

isn't easy for me.

Leaving my kids.

We've gotten a lot closer recently.

So the idea of leaving all that
behind is complicated.

Of course. That's normal.

I... I'm going to go to work.

-Yeah.
-See you later.

Check our files on this...

Colonel?

-...Pauline Duregard.
-Grandpa?

Yes?

What are you doing?

I'm putting away the reports
Celestin hadn't sorted.

He's very busy.

Yeah.

I feel kind of useless, Grandpa.

I feel like there's always
a good reason.

A good reason to...?

To keep me from going into the field.

Make copies, sort reports,

learn some stupid thing,
like running in the dark.

I think Mom's behind it.

As freaked out as she is,
that wouldn't surprise me.

But I want to live
a real officer's life.

I'm not afraid.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you, Grandpa.

I mean, Colonel.

Commander? It's Ines.

We have an accident victim.

The man's alive,
but he's in a bad way.

We're waiting on the EMTs.

A witness says

a car hit him and dragged him
for ten feet.

Ines?

The victim's name is Teddy Blasco.

I have a description
of the car and the driver.

Celestin and I were nearby on patrol.

You're saying this happened
five minutes ago?

Yes, just before we arrived.

OK. Finish up and come back.

OK.

So?

Yes, Dad, I get it.

I'll see what I can do for Thomas.

At least give him a chance

to show you what he can do.

What's wrong?

"I took out a real piece of shit,
and since I'm such

"a good driver,
he won't be the last."

It wasn't an accident.
It was him again.

The suspect fled northward.

This time we have a witness.

It's a blue station wagon,
Japanese brand, tinted windows.

The driver is wearing a black hoodie.

He's medium build.

Is that clear?

-Yes, Commander!
-Then let's go.

The sooner we get out there,
the sooner we'll catch him.

Did you take the bulletproof vests?

-Commander?
-Yes, OK,

come with us.

What's all this
about running in the dark?

Celestin, he...

Next time, try not to complain
to your grandfather.

-The colonel.
-Cut it out, Thomas!

Car 52, heading toward Route 109.

Car 15 on the D997.

Car 50 toward Route 109.

Where are we at?

We were going to regroup.

Roadblock 1 to Roadblock 2.
How's it going?

We're all set up.

Roadblock 3, Ines, Celestin?

Roadblock in position.

All clear so far.

Roadblock 4, Erwan?

We're in position. All clear.

We're on the case, Commander.

Nothing left to do but wait.

Shouldn't he be here by now?

Itching for action, are we?

There he is. That's him!

Get out of the car! Hands in the air!

Move it!

I'm sorry. I won't do it again.

Who are you?

I... My name is Lisa.

I don't have a license.

I wanted to go to my friend's,

so I took my dad's car.

Jesus Christ. No way.

Take her in, Thomas,

and call her parents, OK?

Why me? I can't stay?

I thought you wanted field work.

This is it.

Please, don't arrest me.
I didn't do anything.

Well, basically. Please.

-Let me go.
-Come on

Let me go!

Stop it. I'm fed up.

Sit there and wait for your parents.

They're not going to do anything.

Why not?

They were OK with it.

Yeah.

Hello.

-Hi.
-Can I help you?

I'm looking for Mr. Marchal.

That's me.

Who's she?

Quiet.

This just isn't how I pictured you.

Why?

You're so young.

You're not too old yourself.

Yeah,
I just didn't think that Ines...

I mean, a guy your age, I...

Do you have the keys?

-The...
-I'm Noor, Ines's cousin.

You're supposed to give me the keys

so I can leave my suitcase
at her place.

Oh, no, actually,
my father is Ines's boyfriend.

I'm his son, Thomas.

Oh, OK!

I was scared for a second.

I was like, "Ines is a cougar now?"

Who's the cougar?

Mind your own business.

I'll call him
and tell him you're here.

Yeah, thanks.

Great.

No way. You're into her.

You're going to get your license
revoked before you even get one.

Chill out.

Lea, I'm looking at Teddy Blasco's
file here.

He was a drug dealer.

Coke, meth, ecstasy, you name it.

He was even implicated

in the fatal overdose cases
in Pérols.

That rings a bell.

I think the network was in Lyon.

The drugs were contaminated, right?

Yeah, that's when this file
came our way.

We never got Blasco.

Always had a good alibi.

OK, but why are you calling me
to tell me this?

What are you getting at?

What I'm getting at is that...

It was another of Paul's cases.

OK. I'll call you back.

Bye.

Suspicious vehicle identified
at Roadblock 3.

Did you catch him?

Commander, we have him
at Roadblock 3.

He headed down a forest road
in the Ceceles Woods.

Stay on him. We're on our way.

Let's move!

You're doing great!

We'll find him.

There, there he is.

Calm down, Celestin. I'm not blind.

Commander, he ran into a boulder.

Don't move!

There's no one here.

He's on foot.

Erwan, where are you?

We're on our way.

We're headed your way, Ines.

Copy that.

I'm impressed.

I would have never expected you
to drive so well.

Oh, and why is that?

Because I'm a woman?

No, the thought never crossed
my mind.

There, tracks.

-They're fresh.
-Christ.

He's headed toward the lake.

OK. Guys, stay here
in case he comes back.

See that hunter's instinct?

Between me on the case and you
at the wheel, it's a dream team.

Shut up, Celestin.

I've got him! Freeze!

I've got him!

Straight ahead!

Don't move!

Turn around slowly.

Hands in the air.

Turn around. No sudden movements.

Nice and slow.

What the hell are you doing here?