The Crimson Rivers (2018–…): Season 3, Episode 4 - Rédemption: Partie 2 - full transcript
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Thanks.
No one saw anything.
He climbed to the roof. It's someone
from the Institute.
We'll interview the staff and check
their backgrounds,
but frankly-
-They don't fit the profile.
But the bacillus is here.
And the mask and the cape?
-They're in analysis.
For now, there's nothing.
We haven't talked about the main thing.
-What?
"That's all, my homey"; what is that?
It's an expression for when we
pulled off a big deal
and squeezed big customers,
but also when guys were ripped off.
A pivotal moment.
-Mmm.
Nothing for five years.
The killer seems to want us to believe
he was part of my team
or that he knew us well.
-He have children?
No. He wasn't looking to reproduce.
Fontenay was married, but he's divorced.
His needs weren't met. Could he
be our killer?
No, impossible.
Being a cop for him was more
than a vocation,
it was his whole life.
According to our research, on
January 18, 1998, your teams
were working on 3 investigations.
One was about an organized gang
that attacked
distributors on the right bank.
I remember.
We caught them in the act in the 17th.
OK. They came out of jail
after several years, have straightened up,
or are again in jail.
Next, you were tracking a Colombian killer
in Paris to perform a contract.
-It was bogus. He left as he had come.
OK. And the 3rd is about:
Jerome Savarolle.
Jerome Savarolle.
-I heard, yes.
A leading hold-up man imprisoned in 1990
for a robbery, released in 1997
for good behavior
and suspected 8 months later of the
robbery of a jewelry store
Montaigne Avenue.
Mmm. So what ?
Do you remember how he ended up?
Yes. He committed suicide.
We found his body
in his house in Nogent-sur-Marne.
Yes. But not his accomplices or the loot.
40 million francs.
Which corresponds roughly to
6 million euros.
Mmm.
And for you, this case is linked to
that of the plague?
Here, are you coming with me?
Where are you taking us?
A bit of patience. It will please you.
Hello.
They're from the Police Nationale
Inspector General.
You're not from the Interior Ministry?
We consult internally.
Yeah? What do you hope to find here?
-Hold on, take it easy.
They brought us the case files,
on Morillon, Casadesus, Parades-
Hold on.
Didn't you fucking do that?
Didn't you do that?
I didn't do anything.
The IG had them in the crosshairs for
a very long time.
Your little comrades have fallen
through the cracks.
There you have it. They're going
to explain it to you.
It will be quick.
Behind his hermit airs,
Morillon had a dozen studio apartments.
In one night Casadesus could drop
10,000 euros at poker.
Parades, on his death, left a splendid
villa in Cannes.
As for Blanchet-
-It's okay. I spent 10 years with them.
I won't listen to that bullshit.
Do you prefer to take the files home
and read them at a relaxed pace?
Niémans, you're always giving
orders with your big mouth.
For that, it is necessary to have a clean nose.
You have a clean nose, MOTHERFUCKER!
It's okay!
You shut your mouth!
I save your life and you put the
Inspector General on my ass.
Is that all you can find to do?
You're beautiful, asshole.
Let's go.
Thank you.
Do you have a cigarette?
-You're smoking more.
We've the right to change my mind?
What?
Nothing. Why?
-I know you by heart.
You are not in this state for nothing.
You piss me off.
Get in.
Get in!
Where are we going?
To Savarolle's.
He's dead, but his house is still standing.
Nobody touched it.
Who killed Savarolle?
He committed suicide.
-Niémans!
My guys have been suspected, but
there's been no evidence.
When we went to his house, his body
was in decay.
January 18, 1998 could be
the date of his death.
More or less.
If your guys killed him,
could they have shared the loot?
You coming?
Yeah.
Whoever's killing your guys thinks
they killed Savarolle.
Did he have family?
-No. None.
Even the house never found an heir.
(Knocking)
We really have to find Fontenay .
He's the only one who can tell us
what happened here.
Yes, him and the killer.
-Yes.
Camille!
Camille! Camille! You alright?
You alright?
I think so.
-Look at me.
Camille! Grab my hand.
Yes.
-Grab it.
My hand!
-LOOK OUT!
DON'T DO THAT!
-NO!
(Camille) DON'T FUCKING DO THAT!
-(Niemans) NO!
Oh fuck! It's okay, Camille. You alright?
(Camille) There are rats all over!
(Camille) OPEN UP!
-(Niemans) Calm down.
(Niemans) Stay calm. I promise you, it will
be okay. It'll be OK.
(Camille) OH FUCK! BEHIND!
(Niemans) Come. Come.
Fuck. Thugs like you, there's
really no talking to you.
Get me out of there.
(Niemans) Okay, okay.
Weren't you supposed to help us,
make us move faster?
We almost had him.
What if I hadn't stuck to your ass
to watch your bullshit,
where would you be?
-I apologize! It's good?
Yes, it's good; that's it.
Fuck!
And the cabin, have you found out
who owns it?
Yeah, Savarolle didn't have heirs,
the cabin was his mom's.
The town will get the cabin back
in 10 years.
During that time it'd fall to pieces.
How are you?
-Fine, fine.
Decontamination is not enough. You have to
get tested for plague.
The rats that attacked you had
to be contaminated.
We found Fontenay's address on
the Orleans road,
it belongs to his mother.
Yeah, this is Niémans.
Have you made contact?
-No need.
We found his corpse in
the middle of the forest.
He was found by the Gendarmes;
the guy died of the plague.
OK. Thank you.
Here. Let's go?
Yes, we're going.
Niémans, the fucking plague test!
"02-06-96".
It's absurd.
My group did not exist in 1996.
I'll see what we can do with
this new date.
Yes.
Canto?
Also, check what my men
were doing on that day, eh?
OK. What are you doing?
We're going to call on Fontenay's widow.
He was divorced, but surely he
had a mistress.
OK. Thank you.
You don't seem moved by Pascal's death.
We had been divorced for 20 years.
Why did you split up?
-You're a cop.
(He laughs)
Then you know the answer.
The job is hard.
-For the others.
(Diane) How did he die?
Do you really want to know?
Basically, no.
You own a hotel in Neuilly.
Correct.
(Camille) Did he buy it?
Pascal didn't control me at that point.
(Diane) It is a family asset.
Does the date of June 2, 1996 mean
anything to you?
Absolutely not.
(Niemans) And that of January 18, 1998?
Nothing either.
But 1998, it was during this period that
Pascal began to change.
What do you mean?
He didn't seem like himself,
but like he had something-
To hide?
You could almost say he was remorseful.
About what?
He never wanted to tell me.
One day, I even caught him crying.
It wasn't like him.
We got divorced soon after.
That's all I can say.
Sorry that I can't help you more.
Well. We will stop there. Thank you.
You can go.
Finally, I would like to know:
what did Pascal die of?
He died of the plague.
I don't understand what we're doing here.
What are you checking? If Savarolle
is dead and buried?
I'd like to know if anyone tends
this grave.
Considering the state, that would
surprise me.
It's not for sure.
(Caretaker) HEY!
HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
It's okay, it's okay.
Cops or priests, we don't do that.
Anyone looking after this grave?
Never seen anyone.
-(Niemans) And the sanctuary?
I've been working here for 10 years.
Let's not get upset.
A small bill, would that help you?
To do what?
-To open the door.
If I'm doing a favor, it's fine.
I thought so.
Now then.
Thank you.
(Caretaker) What are these weeds?
Plants believed to cure the plague.
The plague? What?
"The righteous are delivered from distress
and the villain takes his place. "
Camille, come see.
Camille!
Camille?
Fuck. Camille!
Camille!
Camille. Camille.
I told you we had to do a screening.
Would it have changed anything?
Are you going to be able to save her?
I have to look at her.
Are you going to be able to
treat her? Shit!
No. With antibiotics, I can extend it.
For how long?
A few hours, a day or two.
You have to take a test.
-Yes, yes.
Now!
-Yes!
Well?
They're examining her.
-OK. And you?
Negative. I escaped it.
It's good. You're standing, what.
Mmm.
-Huh?
Where are you at?
According to the Inspector General,
the ballistics report on Savarolle's
death has disappeared,
probably because the bullet that killed him
was compromising.
Could it have come from a cop's gun?
There is. As for the autopsy report,
that's gone too.
What about Savarolle's house?
Of course, nothing. No fingerprints,
no clues.
The cemetery?
-Nothing there either.
We're still working on the 2nd date.
OK.
Where are you going?
An idea.
Savarolle has spent half of his
life in prison.
I'll look into that.
-(Canto) OK.
Niémans? Fuck!
Oh!
Are you homesick or what?
They still haven't released you?
Shut up! In a few months, it's my last day.
What are you doing here?
An old story.
-What kind?
Jerome Savarolle, you knew him?
Yes, he must have stayed with us for
a little over 15 years.
A lonely guy,
dangerous.
-Mmm. No buddy here?
No. He was too suspicious.
-And visitors?
What are you looking for, Niémans?
As I recall, there was just his wife
who came to see him.
Not possible. He wasn't married.
Maybe she didn't have his name, but
she was his partner.
A true sailor's wife, always waiting.
What was touching was the little one.
There was a kid?
Yes, a kid with big eyes.
He worshipped his father
like a living god.
Here, look: the woman's name was
Irene Botsky.
And the little boy: Eric Botsky.
Savarolle had not recognized him.
And their last visit dates back
to March 21, 1996.
Are you sure? Not on June 2, 1996?
No. Why?
No, nothing.
Thanks, old lady. You did me a favor.
So much the better!
So long, Niémans.
-So long. Ciao!
Thanks, huh?
(Mobile rings)
Yeah?
-(Niemans) Yeah, Canto, it's me.
I need civil status records for
"Eric and Irène Botsky."
Botsky, you say? Who is that?
Savarolle's wife and son.
-OK.
I'll join you later.
-OK. Where are you going?
I'm going to see Camille.
Okay.
-Ciao.
OK. See you later.
Alright?
I tried to call her
and I got a nurse.
Have you seen the doctors?
-Yes.
They're not optimistic.
It's because they don't know her.
She'll make it, don't worry
I fucked up too much with her.
We all fucked up, Leo. Eh? It's my fault.
I asked too much of her,
I exposed her too much.
You should go home. I'll keep you posted.
No, I'm staying.
You're sure?
-Yes.
What are you doing here?
I'm worried too.
How is she?
I don't know. It's serious.
The doctors don't comment, her
condition is stable.
Good. I have what you asked for. The
elements are coming together.
Irene Botsky died on June 2, 1996.
That's our date.
How?
-Car accident.
So no more visits. What about his kid?
He found himself in a home,
like all orphans.
Savarolle was released in 1997.
Didn't he get him back?
-No, The son was in a home.
They have no official link.
Do you know where the home is?
-Yes.
He's in Cachan. It's called...
"Tranquility."
No, I swear.
I can't tell you much. In the years
1996-1998, I wasn't yet transferred here.
But, at the time, the Tranquility did not
have a good reputation.
Why?
Rumors. The place was apparently run
by a crazy woman.
A cleanliness obsessive.
She threatened the kids with
the worst diseases
if they did not respect her
rules of hygiene.
What diseases, for example?
What I'm telling you is what we heard
at the time.
She said that if they weren't clean
the rats would attack the place and
they'd die of the plague.
The kids were 7 to 10 years old.
Can you imagine?
Where is this woman?
We avoid talking about it.
But you won't be able to see her,
she's dead.
What happened?
-When her actions were finally
denounced, she committed suicide.
She filled her tub with industrial
detergent,
she stayed there for several days.
When we found her,
there was hardly anything left of the body.
Is there an employee from that time?
Botsky?
Yes. Difficult to forget.
He kept running away, every weekend
he disappeared.
And at the age of 10.
-Where'd he go?
He told me he was going to see his father.
Once, he disappeared for a week.
What date was that?
-Ah! The date!
I already have trouble remembering
my age.
1998?
No idea. I don't know.
-The week he disappeared,
where was it to go?
He never wanted to tell me.
But I think it's from that moment
that he really thought he was ill.
Mmm. The plague.
-Exactly.
But how do you know that?
All this is because of the delusions of
the boss at the time.
A real witch.
Yes.
Increase streptomycin injections.
We are already at the 4th-
-Without it, we'll lose her tonight.
I'm going to go to bed, I can't
stand up anymore.
At the slightest alert, you'll call me?
Fine, doctor.
The scenario takes shape.
Savarolle had a mistress, Irène Botsky,
and a natural son, Eric.
June 2, 1996,
the mistress dies in a car accident.
The son is sent to a home.
Savarolle is released from prison.
Eric doesn't abandon the kid.
The kid runs away on weekends
to see him.
Not long out of jail, Savarolle pulls
a new heist.
OK, after that he stashes the money
from the heist
in the cabin he is repairing.
Your guys decide to rip him off;
that day the son is there, Eric Botsky.
And he sees everything
Yeah, now he's 30 and he
punishes the culprits.
It's logical.
-Yes.
Young Botsky certainly seems to
fit the profile.
A little genius, that one:
he got scholarships, studied medicine,
and he specialized in what?
-Bacteriology.
Bacteriology. After that he leaves
for Russia and he disappears
We have to locate him.
Yes, but he vanished in 2013.
No trace of him in France or Russia-
We can't find his name anywhere,
he's a ghost.
Think about it; when it came
to his gift in bacteriology,
he felt ready to take revenge
and he organized his disappearance.
Why use the plague?
It's the opposite, the plague used him.
You're breaking my balls with
your big sentences.
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(Niemans) Big sentences?
When he was a kid, the director of
the home told him
he was going to catch the plague
if he didn't brush his teeth.
He never forgot that threat.
And that's why he would have
studied so obsessively,
and put together this crazy plan?
-(Niemans) It doesn't hold up.
No, it does not hold water.
There must be something else.
I'm going to see Camille, I'm tearing
myself away.
Bye see you tomorrow.
-Ciao.
We have to scratch the Russian side,
we're not seeing something.
What is it?
-She's decompensating.
The details man?
Where is Annequin? Annequin!
Hey! You can't yell like that!
-Where is Annequin?
He went home to rest.
-Where does he live?
That doesn't concern you.
His address. Where the fuck
does he live?
WHERE DOES HE LIVE?
(Phone ringing)
Yes?
How did you get my address?
I'll let you in.
(Buzzer)
What's going on?
-Camille is in a coma.
You're not answering your mobile.
Sorry, I slept a little and wanted to
see my son.
It is absolutely necessary to
save her.
We can hope for a miracle.
She won't make it unless she
gets the antidote.
I'm coming. I'll be back.
-Yes.
A problem?
No, an emergency at the Institute.
Sorry to bother you.
I am Xin, Gilles' wife.
I'm Niémans. Nice to meet you.
Let's go?
Yes. Bye.
Impressive! Why rat tattoos?
It symbolizes punk. I met her during
her destructive period.
She's from a grand Chinese family, but
was almost in the street.
I put her on the right track.
Well, my car is there.
-See you later.
Do you have any news?
-(Canto) No, damn it.
Botsky worked in a lab in St. Petersburg
until 2011.
Then he disappeared. He didn't
leave Russia,
but he didn't stay either.
Can you do a search for me?
-Yeah, who?
"Xin Annequin."
Who is that?
-The wife of Annequin,
the Pasteur researcher.
Investigate based on?
I don't know. Get me all you can
on her. OK?
OK.
-I'm going, ciao.
(Mobile ringing)
Well?
-You were right.
She comes from a large family
in Hong Kong.
She had her marginal period,
a punk rock phase.
Trouble with the Chinese
police, but dad made it right.
-That's all?
No. What do you think her
maiden name was?
I dunno, what's left?
-It's Han-Quin.
What? How is it Han-Quin?
Hold on. I'm sending the document
to your mobile.
(Notification)
COPY OF APPLICATION FOR
RESIDENCE CARD
ENTERED FRANCE: Mar 11, 2014
NAME: Han-Quin Xin
BORN: May 23, 1988
I read it, it's good.
-She was born
'zin an-ka,' I don't know how to
pronounce it.
It's pronounced 'an-kan.' Han-Quin is
like Annequin.
Fuck. The husband took the
wife's name?
Hold on, the Chinese Embassy is
sending me something.
Ah! The original name of Annequin, you know
what that is?
Botsky!
Are you serious? Botsky is Savarolle's son.
He left Russia in 2012, he settled
in China.
And he married the chick and
took her name, Han-Quin.
He francaised it and used his
middle name, "Gilles."
"Gilles Annequin."
Where is he, there?
I'll call you back.
-Wait, Niémans!
The doctor left this for you.
-Thank you.
THAT'S ALL, MY HOMEY.
WHERE IT ALL ENDED.
It's about time, Niémans.
All the culprits are dead, Eric.
You're avenged now.
-Avenged?
You did not understand anything.
Those weekends when I went
to see my father
were my only reason to live.
Until they came and destroyed
everything.
Papa!
What are you doing?
Come here!
Come! Hurry up!
Get down there.
-No!
(Pounding)
(Police) Police!
(Police) Open up!
(Pounding)
I am scared.
No, I don't want to go!.
Stop, please!
Don't make a sound.
Don't you move.
(Police) Open the door!
Don't touch that!
Raise your hands.
Kick your gun away.
Don't mess around, guys!
We can share the dough.
Don't be a jerk. Don't-
That's all, my homey.
One week. I stayed there for a week
DAD! ANSWER ME!
One week. I stayed there for a week
One week. I stayed there for a week
stuck by my father's corpse.
DAD!
DAD! DAD, WHERE ARE YOU?
Help me I'm stuck, Dad!
Dad, answer me!
And during this endless week,
I had to fight with
the rats, with the plague.
And my father's rotting body
dripping on me.
It's finished.
One day, much later, I was an intern
at the Hôtel-Dieu.
A cop brought in a suspect.
When the guy died,
the cop said to his colleague:
"That's all, my homey."
That's what he said on the phone.
I beheld my father's killer.
Who was it?
Who was it? It was you, Niémans!
You, the big cop.
The worst rascal, yes!
So I inquired.
And I got the list of your accomplices.
And then I came up with a plan
to kill them one after the other.
It took me over 10 years.
I wasn't the one who killed your father.
In '98, I was in New Caledonia,
helping the cops over there.
-I don't believe you.
It wasn't me, Eric, who killed your father.
I don't believe you.
-It's not me, I'm telling you.
I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!
-IT WASN'T ME!
Why would I lie to you?
Why would I?
We must save Camille. She has nothing
to do with this story.
Nothing. Give me the antidote, Eric.
It's too late, the rats are all infested.
The antidote!
She doesn't have time for us to talk.
Look at me.
Give me the antidote!
GIVE ME THE ANTIDOTE!
I'm begging you.
Give me the antidote.
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Thanks.
No one saw anything.
He climbed to the roof. It's someone
from the Institute.
We'll interview the staff and check
their backgrounds,
but frankly-
-They don't fit the profile.
But the bacillus is here.
And the mask and the cape?
-They're in analysis.
For now, there's nothing.
We haven't talked about the main thing.
-What?
"That's all, my homey"; what is that?
It's an expression for when we
pulled off a big deal
and squeezed big customers,
but also when guys were ripped off.
A pivotal moment.
-Mmm.
Nothing for five years.
The killer seems to want us to believe
he was part of my team
or that he knew us well.
-He have children?
No. He wasn't looking to reproduce.
Fontenay was married, but he's divorced.
His needs weren't met. Could he
be our killer?
No, impossible.
Being a cop for him was more
than a vocation,
it was his whole life.
According to our research, on
January 18, 1998, your teams
were working on 3 investigations.
One was about an organized gang
that attacked
distributors on the right bank.
I remember.
We caught them in the act in the 17th.
OK. They came out of jail
after several years, have straightened up,
or are again in jail.
Next, you were tracking a Colombian killer
in Paris to perform a contract.
-It was bogus. He left as he had come.
OK. And the 3rd is about:
Jerome Savarolle.
Jerome Savarolle.
-I heard, yes.
A leading hold-up man imprisoned in 1990
for a robbery, released in 1997
for good behavior
and suspected 8 months later of the
robbery of a jewelry store
Montaigne Avenue.
Mmm. So what ?
Do you remember how he ended up?
Yes. He committed suicide.
We found his body
in his house in Nogent-sur-Marne.
Yes. But not his accomplices or the loot.
40 million francs.
Which corresponds roughly to
6 million euros.
Mmm.
And for you, this case is linked to
that of the plague?
Here, are you coming with me?
Where are you taking us?
A bit of patience. It will please you.
Hello.
They're from the Police Nationale
Inspector General.
You're not from the Interior Ministry?
We consult internally.
Yeah? What do you hope to find here?
-Hold on, take it easy.
They brought us the case files,
on Morillon, Casadesus, Parades-
Hold on.
Didn't you fucking do that?
Didn't you do that?
I didn't do anything.
The IG had them in the crosshairs for
a very long time.
Your little comrades have fallen
through the cracks.
There you have it. They're going
to explain it to you.
It will be quick.
Behind his hermit airs,
Morillon had a dozen studio apartments.
In one night Casadesus could drop
10,000 euros at poker.
Parades, on his death, left a splendid
villa in Cannes.
As for Blanchet-
-It's okay. I spent 10 years with them.
I won't listen to that bullshit.
Do you prefer to take the files home
and read them at a relaxed pace?
Niémans, you're always giving
orders with your big mouth.
For that, it is necessary to have a clean nose.
You have a clean nose, MOTHERFUCKER!
It's okay!
You shut your mouth!
I save your life and you put the
Inspector General on my ass.
Is that all you can find to do?
You're beautiful, asshole.
Let's go.
Thank you.
Do you have a cigarette?
-You're smoking more.
We've the right to change my mind?
What?
Nothing. Why?
-I know you by heart.
You are not in this state for nothing.
You piss me off.
Get in.
Get in!
Where are we going?
To Savarolle's.
He's dead, but his house is still standing.
Nobody touched it.
Who killed Savarolle?
He committed suicide.
-Niémans!
My guys have been suspected, but
there's been no evidence.
When we went to his house, his body
was in decay.
January 18, 1998 could be
the date of his death.
More or less.
If your guys killed him,
could they have shared the loot?
You coming?
Yeah.
Whoever's killing your guys thinks
they killed Savarolle.
Did he have family?
-No. None.
Even the house never found an heir.
(Knocking)
We really have to find Fontenay .
He's the only one who can tell us
what happened here.
Yes, him and the killer.
-Yes.
Camille!
Camille! Camille! You alright?
You alright?
I think so.
-Look at me.
Camille! Grab my hand.
Yes.
-Grab it.
My hand!
-LOOK OUT!
DON'T DO THAT!
-NO!
(Camille) DON'T FUCKING DO THAT!
-(Niemans) NO!
Oh fuck! It's okay, Camille. You alright?
(Camille) There are rats all over!
(Camille) OPEN UP!
-(Niemans) Calm down.
(Niemans) Stay calm. I promise you, it will
be okay. It'll be OK.
(Camille) OH FUCK! BEHIND!
(Niemans) Come. Come.
Fuck. Thugs like you, there's
really no talking to you.
Get me out of there.
(Niemans) Okay, okay.
Weren't you supposed to help us,
make us move faster?
We almost had him.
What if I hadn't stuck to your ass
to watch your bullshit,
where would you be?
-I apologize! It's good?
Yes, it's good; that's it.
Fuck!
And the cabin, have you found out
who owns it?
Yeah, Savarolle didn't have heirs,
the cabin was his mom's.
The town will get the cabin back
in 10 years.
During that time it'd fall to pieces.
How are you?
-Fine, fine.
Decontamination is not enough. You have to
get tested for plague.
The rats that attacked you had
to be contaminated.
We found Fontenay's address on
the Orleans road,
it belongs to his mother.
Yeah, this is Niémans.
Have you made contact?
-No need.
We found his corpse in
the middle of the forest.
He was found by the Gendarmes;
the guy died of the plague.
OK. Thank you.
Here. Let's go?
Yes, we're going.
Niémans, the fucking plague test!
"02-06-96".
It's absurd.
My group did not exist in 1996.
I'll see what we can do with
this new date.
Yes.
Canto?
Also, check what my men
were doing on that day, eh?
OK. What are you doing?
We're going to call on Fontenay's widow.
He was divorced, but surely he
had a mistress.
OK. Thank you.
You don't seem moved by Pascal's death.
We had been divorced for 20 years.
Why did you split up?
-You're a cop.
(He laughs)
Then you know the answer.
The job is hard.
-For the others.
(Diane) How did he die?
Do you really want to know?
Basically, no.
You own a hotel in Neuilly.
Correct.
(Camille) Did he buy it?
Pascal didn't control me at that point.
(Diane) It is a family asset.
Does the date of June 2, 1996 mean
anything to you?
Absolutely not.
(Niemans) And that of January 18, 1998?
Nothing either.
But 1998, it was during this period that
Pascal began to change.
What do you mean?
He didn't seem like himself,
but like he had something-
To hide?
You could almost say he was remorseful.
About what?
He never wanted to tell me.
One day, I even caught him crying.
It wasn't like him.
We got divorced soon after.
That's all I can say.
Sorry that I can't help you more.
Well. We will stop there. Thank you.
You can go.
Finally, I would like to know:
what did Pascal die of?
He died of the plague.
I don't understand what we're doing here.
What are you checking? If Savarolle
is dead and buried?
I'd like to know if anyone tends
this grave.
Considering the state, that would
surprise me.
It's not for sure.
(Caretaker) HEY!
HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
It's okay, it's okay.
Cops or priests, we don't do that.
Anyone looking after this grave?
Never seen anyone.
-(Niemans) And the sanctuary?
I've been working here for 10 years.
Let's not get upset.
A small bill, would that help you?
To do what?
-To open the door.
If I'm doing a favor, it's fine.
I thought so.
Now then.
Thank you.
(Caretaker) What are these weeds?
Plants believed to cure the plague.
The plague? What?
"The righteous are delivered from distress
and the villain takes his place. "
Camille, come see.
Camille!
Camille?
Fuck. Camille!
Camille!
Camille. Camille.
I told you we had to do a screening.
Would it have changed anything?
Are you going to be able to save her?
I have to look at her.
Are you going to be able to
treat her? Shit!
No. With antibiotics, I can extend it.
For how long?
A few hours, a day or two.
You have to take a test.
-Yes, yes.
Now!
-Yes!
Well?
They're examining her.
-OK. And you?
Negative. I escaped it.
It's good. You're standing, what.
Mmm.
-Huh?
Where are you at?
According to the Inspector General,
the ballistics report on Savarolle's
death has disappeared,
probably because the bullet that killed him
was compromising.
Could it have come from a cop's gun?
There is. As for the autopsy report,
that's gone too.
What about Savarolle's house?
Of course, nothing. No fingerprints,
no clues.
The cemetery?
-Nothing there either.
We're still working on the 2nd date.
OK.
Where are you going?
An idea.
Savarolle has spent half of his
life in prison.
I'll look into that.
-(Canto) OK.
Niémans? Fuck!
Oh!
Are you homesick or what?
They still haven't released you?
Shut up! In a few months, it's my last day.
What are you doing here?
An old story.
-What kind?
Jerome Savarolle, you knew him?
Yes, he must have stayed with us for
a little over 15 years.
A lonely guy,
dangerous.
-Mmm. No buddy here?
No. He was too suspicious.
-And visitors?
What are you looking for, Niémans?
As I recall, there was just his wife
who came to see him.
Not possible. He wasn't married.
Maybe she didn't have his name, but
she was his partner.
A true sailor's wife, always waiting.
What was touching was the little one.
There was a kid?
Yes, a kid with big eyes.
He worshipped his father
like a living god.
Here, look: the woman's name was
Irene Botsky.
And the little boy: Eric Botsky.
Savarolle had not recognized him.
And their last visit dates back
to March 21, 1996.
Are you sure? Not on June 2, 1996?
No. Why?
No, nothing.
Thanks, old lady. You did me a favor.
So much the better!
So long, Niémans.
-So long. Ciao!
Thanks, huh?
(Mobile rings)
Yeah?
-(Niemans) Yeah, Canto, it's me.
I need civil status records for
"Eric and Irène Botsky."
Botsky, you say? Who is that?
Savarolle's wife and son.
-OK.
I'll join you later.
-OK. Where are you going?
I'm going to see Camille.
Okay.
-Ciao.
OK. See you later.
Alright?
I tried to call her
and I got a nurse.
Have you seen the doctors?
-Yes.
They're not optimistic.
It's because they don't know her.
She'll make it, don't worry
I fucked up too much with her.
We all fucked up, Leo. Eh? It's my fault.
I asked too much of her,
I exposed her too much.
You should go home. I'll keep you posted.
No, I'm staying.
You're sure?
-Yes.
What are you doing here?
I'm worried too.
How is she?
I don't know. It's serious.
The doctors don't comment, her
condition is stable.
Good. I have what you asked for. The
elements are coming together.
Irene Botsky died on June 2, 1996.
That's our date.
How?
-Car accident.
So no more visits. What about his kid?
He found himself in a home,
like all orphans.
Savarolle was released in 1997.
Didn't he get him back?
-No, The son was in a home.
They have no official link.
Do you know where the home is?
-Yes.
He's in Cachan. It's called...
"Tranquility."
No, I swear.
I can't tell you much. In the years
1996-1998, I wasn't yet transferred here.
But, at the time, the Tranquility did not
have a good reputation.
Why?
Rumors. The place was apparently run
by a crazy woman.
A cleanliness obsessive.
She threatened the kids with
the worst diseases
if they did not respect her
rules of hygiene.
What diseases, for example?
What I'm telling you is what we heard
at the time.
She said that if they weren't clean
the rats would attack the place and
they'd die of the plague.
The kids were 7 to 10 years old.
Can you imagine?
Where is this woman?
We avoid talking about it.
But you won't be able to see her,
she's dead.
What happened?
-When her actions were finally
denounced, she committed suicide.
She filled her tub with industrial
detergent,
she stayed there for several days.
When we found her,
there was hardly anything left of the body.
Is there an employee from that time?
Botsky?
Yes. Difficult to forget.
He kept running away, every weekend
he disappeared.
And at the age of 10.
-Where'd he go?
He told me he was going to see his father.
Once, he disappeared for a week.
What date was that?
-Ah! The date!
I already have trouble remembering
my age.
1998?
No idea. I don't know.
-The week he disappeared,
where was it to go?
He never wanted to tell me.
But I think it's from that moment
that he really thought he was ill.
Mmm. The plague.
-Exactly.
But how do you know that?
All this is because of the delusions of
the boss at the time.
A real witch.
Yes.
Increase streptomycin injections.
We are already at the 4th-
-Without it, we'll lose her tonight.
I'm going to go to bed, I can't
stand up anymore.
At the slightest alert, you'll call me?
Fine, doctor.
The scenario takes shape.
Savarolle had a mistress, Irène Botsky,
and a natural son, Eric.
June 2, 1996,
the mistress dies in a car accident.
The son is sent to a home.
Savarolle is released from prison.
Eric doesn't abandon the kid.
The kid runs away on weekends
to see him.
Not long out of jail, Savarolle pulls
a new heist.
OK, after that he stashes the money
from the heist
in the cabin he is repairing.
Your guys decide to rip him off;
that day the son is there, Eric Botsky.
And he sees everything
Yeah, now he's 30 and he
punishes the culprits.
It's logical.
-Yes.
Young Botsky certainly seems to
fit the profile.
A little genius, that one:
he got scholarships, studied medicine,
and he specialized in what?
-Bacteriology.
Bacteriology. After that he leaves
for Russia and he disappears
We have to locate him.
Yes, but he vanished in 2013.
No trace of him in France or Russia-
We can't find his name anywhere,
he's a ghost.
Think about it; when it came
to his gift in bacteriology,
he felt ready to take revenge
and he organized his disappearance.
Why use the plague?
It's the opposite, the plague used him.
You're breaking my balls with
your big sentences.
(Crosstalk)
(Niemans) Big sentences?
When he was a kid, the director of
the home told him
he was going to catch the plague
if he didn't brush his teeth.
He never forgot that threat.
And that's why he would have
studied so obsessively,
and put together this crazy plan?
-(Niemans) It doesn't hold up.
No, it does not hold water.
There must be something else.
I'm going to see Camille, I'm tearing
myself away.
Bye see you tomorrow.
-Ciao.
We have to scratch the Russian side,
we're not seeing something.
What is it?
-She's decompensating.
The details man?
Where is Annequin? Annequin!
Hey! You can't yell like that!
-Where is Annequin?
He went home to rest.
-Where does he live?
That doesn't concern you.
His address. Where the fuck
does he live?
WHERE DOES HE LIVE?
(Phone ringing)
Yes?
How did you get my address?
I'll let you in.
(Buzzer)
What's going on?
-Camille is in a coma.
You're not answering your mobile.
Sorry, I slept a little and wanted to
see my son.
It is absolutely necessary to
save her.
We can hope for a miracle.
She won't make it unless she
gets the antidote.
I'm coming. I'll be back.
-Yes.
A problem?
No, an emergency at the Institute.
Sorry to bother you.
I am Xin, Gilles' wife.
I'm Niémans. Nice to meet you.
Let's go?
Yes. Bye.
Impressive! Why rat tattoos?
It symbolizes punk. I met her during
her destructive period.
She's from a grand Chinese family, but
was almost in the street.
I put her on the right track.
Well, my car is there.
-See you later.
Do you have any news?
-(Canto) No, damn it.
Botsky worked in a lab in St. Petersburg
until 2011.
Then he disappeared. He didn't
leave Russia,
but he didn't stay either.
Can you do a search for me?
-Yeah, who?
"Xin Annequin."
Who is that?
-The wife of Annequin,
the Pasteur researcher.
Investigate based on?
I don't know. Get me all you can
on her. OK?
OK.
-I'm going, ciao.
(Mobile ringing)
Well?
-You were right.
She comes from a large family
in Hong Kong.
She had her marginal period,
a punk rock phase.
Trouble with the Chinese
police, but dad made it right.
-That's all?
No. What do you think her
maiden name was?
I dunno, what's left?
-It's Han-Quin.
What? How is it Han-Quin?
Hold on. I'm sending the document
to your mobile.
(Notification)
COPY OF APPLICATION FOR
RESIDENCE CARD
ENTERED FRANCE: Mar 11, 2014
NAME: Han-Quin Xin
BORN: May 23, 1988
I read it, it's good.
-She was born
'zin an-ka,' I don't know how to
pronounce it.
It's pronounced 'an-kan.' Han-Quin is
like Annequin.
Fuck. The husband took the
wife's name?
Hold on, the Chinese Embassy is
sending me something.
Ah! The original name of Annequin, you know
what that is?
Botsky!
Are you serious? Botsky is Savarolle's son.
He left Russia in 2012, he settled
in China.
And he married the chick and
took her name, Han-Quin.
He francaised it and used his
middle name, "Gilles."
"Gilles Annequin."
Where is he, there?
I'll call you back.
-Wait, Niémans!
The doctor left this for you.
-Thank you.
THAT'S ALL, MY HOMEY.
WHERE IT ALL ENDED.
It's about time, Niémans.
All the culprits are dead, Eric.
You're avenged now.
-Avenged?
You did not understand anything.
Those weekends when I went
to see my father
were my only reason to live.
Until they came and destroyed
everything.
Papa!
What are you doing?
Come here!
Come! Hurry up!
Get down there.
-No!
(Pounding)
(Police) Police!
(Police) Open up!
(Pounding)
I am scared.
No, I don't want to go!.
Stop, please!
Don't make a sound.
Don't you move.
(Police) Open the door!
Don't touch that!
Raise your hands.
Kick your gun away.
Don't mess around, guys!
We can share the dough.
Don't be a jerk. Don't-
That's all, my homey.
One week. I stayed there for a week
DAD! ANSWER ME!
One week. I stayed there for a week
One week. I stayed there for a week
stuck by my father's corpse.
DAD!
DAD! DAD, WHERE ARE YOU?
Help me I'm stuck, Dad!
Dad, answer me!
And during this endless week,
I had to fight with
the rats, with the plague.
And my father's rotting body
dripping on me.
It's finished.
One day, much later, I was an intern
at the Hôtel-Dieu.
A cop brought in a suspect.
When the guy died,
the cop said to his colleague:
"That's all, my homey."
That's what he said on the phone.
I beheld my father's killer.
Who was it?
Who was it? It was you, Niémans!
You, the big cop.
The worst rascal, yes!
So I inquired.
And I got the list of your accomplices.
And then I came up with a plan
to kill them one after the other.
It took me over 10 years.
I wasn't the one who killed your father.
In '98, I was in New Caledonia,
helping the cops over there.
-I don't believe you.
It wasn't me, Eric, who killed your father.
I don't believe you.
-It's not me, I'm telling you.
I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!
-IT WASN'T ME!
Why would I lie to you?
Why would I?
We must save Camille. She has nothing
to do with this story.
Nothing. Give me the antidote, Eric.
It's too late, the rats are all infested.
The antidote!
She doesn't have time for us to talk.
Look at me.
Give me the antidote!
GIVE ME THE ANTIDOTE!
I'm begging you.
Give me the antidote.