The Crimson Rivers (2018–…): Season 3, Episode 5 - XXY: Partie 1 - full transcript
(Siren)
(Intercom) Go! Go! Go!
(Intercom) Look!
Sympas, the Belgian morgue.
We have a meeting with the coroner.
Yes,
he prefers leaving the victims here
to unstitch them. The bodies could
tear themselves apart.
Charming.
Hello.
-Hello.
Hello.
-They're starting to rot.
I'm a forensic scientist, not
a pathologist.
So, what do you think?
-The victims were sewn here
but killed elsewhere. Everyday stitches.
The cord, on the other hand, is
top of the line.
Braided, waxed, thick, special leather.
Good.
-A few days before the murder,
they cut a small piece of skin with
a scalpel, above the hip.
They killed them with a knife,
moved them here,
sewed them together, set them
on fire.
Varied pleasures, your fellow.
(Camille) And what's that?
A little 'jewelry' piece.
There are 8 ribbons braided together,
then cut with scissors.
Each half is below the other,
and they have the same leather collar.
Was there something on the skin
that could explain the cuts:
tattoos, that sort of thing?
Possibly, I didn't see anything, no ink.
For the rest, here's the file of Martens'
initial findings.
Thanks. You read it?
-Skimmed it.
Witnesses?
-No. Father Lehmann lives here,
but he's on vacation in Rome.
The door barely closes, it wouldn't be
hard to force.
Where is this "Martens"?
-I don't know.
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Thank Goodbye,
you. doctor.
It was
nothing.
(Police radio chatter)
Two bodies sewn together in a
parish hall.
The victims: two German tourists.
We'll try to find where this started.
Stop here.
Excuse me.
What is that?
This? It's for "The Handfasting".
The what?
-"The Handfasting,"
a sort of 'marriage.' Call it
secular, if you want,
it means something to us.
We chose warm colors.
Where did you do the ceremony?
-At the Flames
Festival of Lugnasad,
the festival up on the mountain.
Do you know them?
By sight. They stayed in their area.
They were up there yesterday.
Carl married them the week before us.
The killer sewed them back to back.
Is he against their union?
Because of the ribbons?
-Mmm.
What is that?
"Flames of Lugnasad."
"45 minutes."
-A walk?
(Camille) Want me to carry you?
(Niemans) Mishchief...
It's uphill. If this continues I'm going
to have a stroke.
Don't mess around, Niémans. There's
no network coverage here.
At least we're on the right track.
You're leaving?
-No. To the trash cans.
Yeah. Take this off the mountain.
The festival is zero waste,
nothing man-made.
Are you going for The Handfasting?
(Niemans chuckles)
-No.
Hey. You know them?
Germans. Carl knows them.
Carl, is that your guru?
No, we're pagans. We pray to
the gods of nature,
not the modern world.
If you say so.
We go? Yeah.
Not that way!
You're going to break the energy
of the circle.
Fuck! You too!
We already told you.
Get with it!
It's OK; be cool, man.
"Cool, man," sure.
Hello. I'm Alessandro.
Carl here?
Yes. He's in a tent, resting.
Is it because of the murders?
What do you know?
-Who told you that?
Your colleague.
(Niemans) Audrey?
Niémans!
I'm happy!
(They laugh)
My little Audrey.
So, you're in the Belgian Judicial Police.
-Yes. I work 5 miles from here.
I'm your host.
Your name is Martens.
You're married?
-No, not legally;
no really, I took my mother's name
to be Belgian, it suits me.
-Oh, yeah?
Hello?
Audrey Martens, a former
student from Cluzes;
Camille Delaunay of my department...
Also an ex-student.
-...Yes
Former students, former teacher,
so we're friends.
You're magnificent.
Thank you.
-And a little tense.
I investigated.
Nobody here knew the victims.
Klaus Bauer, Hilda Keller, 20s.
Good families, brilliant students.
Futures mapped out.
Looking for new experiences.
As I understand it, they looked down on
the festival-goers you're going
to be seeing.
But no disputes that I can see.
The families will come to collect
the bodies.
I'll introduce you.
This is where Carl does wedding ceremonies.
The tents for the wedding nights.
Hey!
Hey!
Commissioner Niémans; Gisele, Lukas.
-Hello.
Hello.
-They're 2 friends I made here.
Their Handfasting is in 2 days.
You have thoughts?
-Yes. The ribbons.
The skin from the victims, it
comes from here.
Show him.
Carl cuts it off with a scalpel
for the ceremony.
He puts it in a necklace that
they keep.
They make it to show their love.
It's romantic.
It makes me a little scared.
It's normal. Love stings sometimes.
And that makes
you lose your mind.
What about your earring?
What- oh, yes...
Hey.
It's done with their skin.
-Yeah. It's Carl's idea,
so as not to forget that we are animals.
Man or woman, the effect is
endearing for both.
Are the stitches waxed cord?
-Sure.
You should ask Carl. It's not my area.
It's folklore, but for the yuppies
who take selfies
to put on social networks.
Nothing to do with paganism.
-Men of the modern world.
Yes. The consumer society. All these
gentrified ecologists.
We don't want any more from
consumer society.
We want to go back to the tribe.
I see. And the victims were with
the yuppies?
Yes.
Could they have been killed for that?
We all die one day, no?
Carl started the gathering?
-Yeah.
12 years ago he launched a neopagan
manifesto on the Net.
He came up with The Handfasting
to reunite lost soulmates.
It was a hit and it became a festival.
Do you believe in all that?
(Audrey laughs)
I grew up in it. My mother is
a mystic.
A hippie hit, a "New Age" hit.
It leaves traces.
I didn't know.
-Don't be stupid!
Tomorrow we build a big fire for Lugnasad,
for the Feast of the First Human Harvest.
Couples formed now are sacred.
That's why so many
brides and grooms are here.
This Carl, where do I find him?
In the tent over there.
-OK.
He doesn't look in great shape, the guru.
Relaxed. Like...
Audrey?
Yes. Why? Do you have a problem
with her?
A bit of a loser, no?
-You know any such cops,
around here?
Good !
Come on, Carl! Get up!
Who are you ?
-Police, Commissioner Niémans.
Start with the skin and end with the
corpses, that the story?
What?
Where were you last night?
-I was sleeping.
Alone?
-Yes. No! Well, it depends.
No no no! It's good, get out.
Get out!
Thank you.
Celtic mythology,
Greco-Roman, Nordic,
the cycles of the moon. A bit
of everything.
It's paganism. The pagan communes
with nature and chooses his belief.
There are dozens of gods:
Hecate, Rigel,
Darrhon, Pan, Sibyl.
"The Search For A Soulmate,"
you're a marriage counselor.
Yes, I feel the compatible energies.
I share them.
'All beliefs are welcome'?
Yes.
The cord you use in those
talismans, where are they from?
I don't know. From a shop.
-You check your stock?
The cords?
-They're usually here,
there's nothing left.
(Camille) Niémans?
Carl's trash cans;
they were taking them.
Go ahead, take photos then go.
-Right.
They're all over.
Is Carl under arrest?
I can't decide, it's crazy.
We're going back to the station.
Talk to everyone here.
See you later.
No...
-It is my bag !
Step aside!
-Phil! You calm down!
Hey, we found this in Carl's tent.
It's good.
Mops and clothes soaked in the
victims' blood
were carried in one of your blankets
found all over the parish hall,
so we believe.
When I woke up this morning, my tent
was filled with blood;
I had been drinking the day before.
I panicked,
I cleaned and put everything in a bag.
Then I fell asleep. I didn't
do anything.
There's evidence to the contrary.
Why would I have
done that to this couple?
Because they came for the folklore
and liked to look down on others.
That was nothing.
It's useless to comment about it.
Were you sleeping with Gisèle?
-No.
Is The Handfasting expensive?
-No. We're against money;
and against the police too.
-Oh.
He's fucking with us.
His name's not Carl Muller,
it's Luc Villemont,
son of Herve & Marie-Noelle Villemont,
owners of the tannery in the village.
They would use waxed leather cord,
am I wrong?
My sister is the sales manager there,
something like that.
She gives me thread and needles.
It changes everything.
We'll go and see.
No. I haven't seen my parents
in years.
What have you done now?
That's what we're trying to
find out, madam.
You weren't coming back.
-I had a break.
Hervé!
You're Agnes, the sister?
-Yes.
(Carl/Luc) I told them about the cord.
-The cord?
The two dead people at the festival
were sewn together with it.
I gave a lot to Luc, mom;
for his ceremonies.
Your sister helps you in your blasphemy
and makes us dirty.
I should have killed you at birth.
(Shouting)
Oh ! Oh !
"Stop! Stop!"
"Stop!"
(Agnes) Are you okay?
(Grunting)
It's good, it's good.
All right? OK ?
Come on. We're going.
The swastika is one of the oldest
symbols of humanity:
China, India,
Neopagan, the far right.
The far right.
Paganism is the historical religion
of Europe. It's not a matter of policy.
On your shoulder you have a tattoo
of Terre et Peuple,
a pagan neo-Nazi group.
A mistake, it was nothing.
12 years ago just before they
were broken up,
they claimed responsibility for burning
2 churches and a parish hall.
Call that nothing?
You are pictured with your friends.
-Am I going to pay for this all my life?
It's chasing you.
So, either you're stupid
enough to sign your crimes,
or they want to harm you.
Could an old neo-Nazi friend hold a
grudge because you left?
I don't see them anymore.
-Niemans! Him.
Look at this guy who was carrying
out the festival's trash.
Who is he?
-No idea. I've forgotten.
I'll find out.
(Niemans dials, phone rings)
Hello?
Audrey; I'm sending you a picture
of someone to trace.
-I got him.
Yeah, it seems he's "Johann Moller."
I have nothing here.
They were all very high
the night of the murder.
Nobody saw anything.
The cases of alcohol are in Carl's tent,
it came and went.
Where are you with him? The bride
and groom are talking.
(Niemans) We're with Carl at
the tannery.
OK.
-We'll take him to the station.
OK.
-I'll keep you updated.
OK.
Stop with the selfies!
-Oh please.
Stop it!
-What's with you??
What a pain.
You two stop, you're pissing me off!
-Hey hey hey!
Next time it's the station for you.
Audrey; can we get married, with Lukas?
The others say it's fucked up and
it's dangerous.
I don't know. Carl is in custody.
I don't know what got into me with
him. He was massaging me and...
aren't you telling Lukas?
-No. Haven't you seen anything?
-Non.
And let us take our place with the
gods and goddesses who
from us their stars.
May the energies of this day
come over us!
It was a bit of a Vegas wedding:
the Lugnasad festival;
freedom to enjoy the
Handfasting experience.
He even does home weddings.
Strange. It doesn't correspond to
the man's image.
No, it's too elaborate.
And with an obsessed guru.
-Perhaps that's his motivation.
On the forums, Alessandro also balances
on the sores that distort the festival.
What do you think of him?
-Unhealthy.
If he's the killer, he's cold-blooded.
He may want to eliminate Carl?
Or the killer is a Christian who thinks,
like Madame Villemont,
that Handfasting is blasphemous?
Hmm.
What do you have on
the tannery?
Villemont's parents say they spent the
evening with them.
Agnes stayed part of the night
at the tannery.
On the workers, we have nothing.
For now, everything points to Carl.
I don't know;
Cut the victims in their tent and burn the
parish hall when he's already suspected.
He's an asshole, but he's not stupid.
It's someone who was at the festival
that night.
Safety glass. You never know.
Some guy saw Moller leave the gathering
before you got there.
We have to find him.
-Moller doesn't have a cell phone.
I will have more call records.
There's no link with the extreme right
at the festival.
Carl had to get out.
But Moller was there.
-Is there a hotel here?
The Hotel Montreal, we can sleep there.
-I'll plan everything.
I don't feel it.
It'll be fine. She's planned everything.
Don't give me that look. It's not
the day for it.
(She laughs)
-Yeah.
I have the guru's books.
It may interest you.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
I got tents, sleeping bags, binoculars,
headlamps.
And there's the view of the festival.
We're going to be fine there.
I only have one berth in my van.
Do you sleep in there?
Yes. I find it hard to stay in an
apartment for too long.
But it's impeccable. I can even
make coffee.
I missed you.
You too, Audrey.
On the other hand,
make us sleep in a tent ...
Don't give me that,
this is what you need.
Oh yeah? Yeah?
-Yeah!
Wait, wait. Don't do that all
on your own. Wait.
You have to agree to accept help.
Yeah; that's me.
I'm turning in. I have reading.
Good night, boss.
Yes, that's it. Good night.
Need a hand?
Don't give me a hard time.
It's convenient to have a view
of the festival.
Well then.
(Grunts)
Fuck. Pissing me off.
(Drumming)
We should go, it's falling apart.
We have the right to be there.
We didn't do it all for nothing.
-What ?
Lukas, it's you that I love.
I love you. Explain yourself.
Hello lovers. Is the marriage over?
Everybody left.
-Go away!
Do you think you're protected by
your cop girlfriend?
Gisèle, we're leaving.
-He doesn't like us, this frustrated one!
Carl isn't here, that suits you.
Are you helpless?
Gisele! Gisele-
(Lukas) HEY!
-You'll see if I'm helpless, my dear.
HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
WHAT-
No no no! Not now.
We'll see you at the big fire,
with everyone.
What is this mess?
Sleep well?
What do you think?
We must believe.
Living naturally can be learned.
-Sure.
Coffee?
-Yes.
Thanks. I'm too old for this bullshit.
Here.
-What are these?
(Niemans) I found them in
Carl's books.
I thought he was a volunteer.
-We have to believe not.
Do we have the results of the
bank requisitions?
Not yet. On the other hand,
there's an interesting lead
from Anti-Crime,
A farm has been located not far from here,
that's part-owned by a cousin of Moller.
Could he have taken revenge on Carl,
who betrayed their Nazi ideals?
Anyway, Moller knew that Carl had
already burned down a church.
And he was at the festival the night
of the murder.
Is this about money?
(Niemans) Yes.
We will be more discreet this way.
Nobody thinks 'cop car' when they see this.
There's 15,000. The tickets are in
the couple's books.
People said they don’t pay anything
for The Handfasting.
We're expecting a visitor.
-It's not Moller.
Listen to this:
"Formerly, man and woman were one
androgynous being
made of two faces,
4 ears, 4 hands, 4 feet,
and 2 bodies back to back.
The hermaphrodite species thought
itself so strong,
they decided to attack the gods.
Zeus took revenge, and to weaken
this androgynous being, cut it in half.
Thus were born man and the woman,
two different sexes
but incomplete, each seeking their
other half, their lost soulmate."
This is the myth
by Aristophanes from Plato's "Banquet".
In my view, Carl joins the halves
in this ceremony.
The Feast of Lugnasad is about another
half of us somewhere,
a lost soulmate. It defines
the festival.
The killer follows the myth
of Aristophanes.
He sews together the primitive androgyne.
It's linked to a lost love, to
resolve a breakup?
A groom's revenge against Carl?
It will be hard to find them all.
Carl doesn't keep any records.
Niémans, there's a car.
(Niemans) Let's get closer.
Look.
There. It's Moller.
Here.
What's in the bag?
Dope.
He's paying.
Good.
-Yeah.
If he has a motorbike, we won't have him.
Let's go.
The cops! Cops, 3 or 4!
Camille, shoot!
(Camille fires)
(Camille fires)
(Camille fires)
I'm going!
Don't move!
Down !
Your hands behind your back.
Don't move.
What are you doing? Stop!
Stop!
(Camille fires)
Camille! All right?
(Niemans) Camille!
-Yeah, I'm fine!
Stop!
Stop, fucker!
(Audrey fires in the air)
MDMA, and ketamine. Ketamine's
for skin cuts,
it's a horse tranquilizer.
-(Niemans) Hmm.
Carl wanted it to make them
feel good, to get high.
And the MDMA, is that for fun?
-It makes meetings easier.
Easy? More like bedtime. And
the murders?
I'm just a drug dealer. I didn't
kill anyone.
These fucking murders are a disaster
for my business.
Carl wasn't just doing this for sex.
Was he affecting sales?
No. I delivered from time to time for his
ceremonies and that's it.
I'd go to the festival every morning.
It came from where, his money?
I don't know. He never liked working.
And Land and People?
-It's been over a long time, that.
Carl continued his neopagan trip.
-Quickly done.
He set up a festival.
He resumed 2 years ago with his
neopagan appeal.
Yes. Audrey, would you take care
of him, please? Thanks.
It's no coincidence he returned
2 years ago.
Show me his site.
It's pretty good.
Yes.
-In any case,
it's obviously not commercial.
Show me the tannery site.
It's a question of dyeing.
-I don't know, Philippe.
I'll get back to you.
-Not running the machine tomorrow
could cause a strike.
-Wizard it for me. Excuse me.
Hello. Can I help you ?
Yeah. Your brother's site was designed
and is hosted on the same server
as the tannery, since you became
sales manager.
The tannery paid.
-Yes.
I had to help my brother.
-Yes. As for the cords,
they make it obvious you're there
for him all the time.
Bye, Armelle.
I send the invoice now?
-Yes.
Now?
-Yes! Now!
Yes. Yes I know.
Can I call you back in half an hour?
Great ! Thank you so much. See you soon.
Your parents aren't here?
No.
-Where are they ?
I don't know where they are.
-And you don't warn us.
I have to take over the tannery. They're
testing me, given the story of their sons.
If you tell them about the site...
-Ma'am?
Yes?
-Do we get started now?
Excuse me. Start it!
I should have placed the Villemonts
under surveillance.
Do you suspect them?
-They consider weddings
done by their son as blasphemous.
They could have ordered
crimes to have him accused.
They're at the top of it, you think?
-Yes.
Yes, they are.
The specialist at locating the top is you
-Yeah.
(Intercom) Go! Go! Go!
(Intercom) Look!
Sympas, the Belgian morgue.
We have a meeting with the coroner.
Yes,
he prefers leaving the victims here
to unstitch them. The bodies could
tear themselves apart.
Charming.
Hello.
-Hello.
Hello.
-They're starting to rot.
I'm a forensic scientist, not
a pathologist.
So, what do you think?
-The victims were sewn here
but killed elsewhere. Everyday stitches.
The cord, on the other hand, is
top of the line.
Braided, waxed, thick, special leather.
Good.
-A few days before the murder,
they cut a small piece of skin with
a scalpel, above the hip.
They killed them with a knife,
moved them here,
sewed them together, set them
on fire.
Varied pleasures, your fellow.
(Camille) And what's that?
A little 'jewelry' piece.
There are 8 ribbons braided together,
then cut with scissors.
Each half is below the other,
and they have the same leather collar.
Was there something on the skin
that could explain the cuts:
tattoos, that sort of thing?
Possibly, I didn't see anything, no ink.
For the rest, here's the file of Martens'
initial findings.
Thanks. You read it?
-Skimmed it.
Witnesses?
-No. Father Lehmann lives here,
but he's on vacation in Rome.
The door barely closes, it wouldn't be
hard to force.
Where is this "Martens"?
-I don't know.
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Thank Goodbye,
you. doctor.
It was
nothing.
(Police radio chatter)
Two bodies sewn together in a
parish hall.
The victims: two German tourists.
We'll try to find where this started.
Stop here.
Excuse me.
What is that?
This? It's for "The Handfasting".
The what?
-"The Handfasting,"
a sort of 'marriage.' Call it
secular, if you want,
it means something to us.
We chose warm colors.
Where did you do the ceremony?
-At the Flames
Festival of Lugnasad,
the festival up on the mountain.
Do you know them?
By sight. They stayed in their area.
They were up there yesterday.
Carl married them the week before us.
The killer sewed them back to back.
Is he against their union?
Because of the ribbons?
-Mmm.
What is that?
"Flames of Lugnasad."
"45 minutes."
-A walk?
(Camille) Want me to carry you?
(Niemans) Mishchief...
It's uphill. If this continues I'm going
to have a stroke.
Don't mess around, Niémans. There's
no network coverage here.
At least we're on the right track.
You're leaving?
-No. To the trash cans.
Yeah. Take this off the mountain.
The festival is zero waste,
nothing man-made.
Are you going for The Handfasting?
(Niemans chuckles)
-No.
Hey. You know them?
Germans. Carl knows them.
Carl, is that your guru?
No, we're pagans. We pray to
the gods of nature,
not the modern world.
If you say so.
We go? Yeah.
Not that way!
You're going to break the energy
of the circle.
Fuck! You too!
We already told you.
Get with it!
It's OK; be cool, man.
"Cool, man," sure.
Hello. I'm Alessandro.
Carl here?
Yes. He's in a tent, resting.
Is it because of the murders?
What do you know?
-Who told you that?
Your colleague.
(Niemans) Audrey?
Niémans!
I'm happy!
(They laugh)
My little Audrey.
So, you're in the Belgian Judicial Police.
-Yes. I work 5 miles from here.
I'm your host.
Your name is Martens.
You're married?
-No, not legally;
no really, I took my mother's name
to be Belgian, it suits me.
-Oh, yeah?
Hello?
Audrey Martens, a former
student from Cluzes;
Camille Delaunay of my department...
Also an ex-student.
-...Yes
Former students, former teacher,
so we're friends.
You're magnificent.
Thank you.
-And a little tense.
I investigated.
Nobody here knew the victims.
Klaus Bauer, Hilda Keller, 20s.
Good families, brilliant students.
Futures mapped out.
Looking for new experiences.
As I understand it, they looked down on
the festival-goers you're going
to be seeing.
But no disputes that I can see.
The families will come to collect
the bodies.
I'll introduce you.
This is where Carl does wedding ceremonies.
The tents for the wedding nights.
Hey!
Hey!
Commissioner Niémans; Gisele, Lukas.
-Hello.
Hello.
-They're 2 friends I made here.
Their Handfasting is in 2 days.
You have thoughts?
-Yes. The ribbons.
The skin from the victims, it
comes from here.
Show him.
Carl cuts it off with a scalpel
for the ceremony.
He puts it in a necklace that
they keep.
They make it to show their love.
It's romantic.
It makes me a little scared.
It's normal. Love stings sometimes.
And that makes
you lose your mind.
What about your earring?
What- oh, yes...
Hey.
It's done with their skin.
-Yeah. It's Carl's idea,
so as not to forget that we are animals.
Man or woman, the effect is
endearing for both.
Are the stitches waxed cord?
-Sure.
You should ask Carl. It's not my area.
It's folklore, but for the yuppies
who take selfies
to put on social networks.
Nothing to do with paganism.
-Men of the modern world.
Yes. The consumer society. All these
gentrified ecologists.
We don't want any more from
consumer society.
We want to go back to the tribe.
I see. And the victims were with
the yuppies?
Yes.
Could they have been killed for that?
We all die one day, no?
Carl started the gathering?
-Yeah.
12 years ago he launched a neopagan
manifesto on the Net.
He came up with The Handfasting
to reunite lost soulmates.
It was a hit and it became a festival.
Do you believe in all that?
(Audrey laughs)
I grew up in it. My mother is
a mystic.
A hippie hit, a "New Age" hit.
It leaves traces.
I didn't know.
-Don't be stupid!
Tomorrow we build a big fire for Lugnasad,
for the Feast of the First Human Harvest.
Couples formed now are sacred.
That's why so many
brides and grooms are here.
This Carl, where do I find him?
In the tent over there.
-OK.
He doesn't look in great shape, the guru.
Relaxed. Like...
Audrey?
Yes. Why? Do you have a problem
with her?
A bit of a loser, no?
-You know any such cops,
around here?
Good !
Come on, Carl! Get up!
Who are you ?
-Police, Commissioner Niémans.
Start with the skin and end with the
corpses, that the story?
What?
Where were you last night?
-I was sleeping.
Alone?
-Yes. No! Well, it depends.
No no no! It's good, get out.
Get out!
Thank you.
Celtic mythology,
Greco-Roman, Nordic,
the cycles of the moon. A bit
of everything.
It's paganism. The pagan communes
with nature and chooses his belief.
There are dozens of gods:
Hecate, Rigel,
Darrhon, Pan, Sibyl.
"The Search For A Soulmate,"
you're a marriage counselor.
Yes, I feel the compatible energies.
I share them.
'All beliefs are welcome'?
Yes.
The cord you use in those
talismans, where are they from?
I don't know. From a shop.
-You check your stock?
The cords?
-They're usually here,
there's nothing left.
(Camille) Niémans?
Carl's trash cans;
they were taking them.
Go ahead, take photos then go.
-Right.
They're all over.
Is Carl under arrest?
I can't decide, it's crazy.
We're going back to the station.
Talk to everyone here.
See you later.
No...
-It is my bag !
Step aside!
-Phil! You calm down!
Hey, we found this in Carl's tent.
It's good.
Mops and clothes soaked in the
victims' blood
were carried in one of your blankets
found all over the parish hall,
so we believe.
When I woke up this morning, my tent
was filled with blood;
I had been drinking the day before.
I panicked,
I cleaned and put everything in a bag.
Then I fell asleep. I didn't
do anything.
There's evidence to the contrary.
Why would I have
done that to this couple?
Because they came for the folklore
and liked to look down on others.
That was nothing.
It's useless to comment about it.
Were you sleeping with Gisèle?
-No.
Is The Handfasting expensive?
-No. We're against money;
and against the police too.
-Oh.
He's fucking with us.
His name's not Carl Muller,
it's Luc Villemont,
son of Herve & Marie-Noelle Villemont,
owners of the tannery in the village.
They would use waxed leather cord,
am I wrong?
My sister is the sales manager there,
something like that.
She gives me thread and needles.
It changes everything.
We'll go and see.
No. I haven't seen my parents
in years.
What have you done now?
That's what we're trying to
find out, madam.
You weren't coming back.
-I had a break.
Hervé!
You're Agnes, the sister?
-Yes.
(Carl/Luc) I told them about the cord.
-The cord?
The two dead people at the festival
were sewn together with it.
I gave a lot to Luc, mom;
for his ceremonies.
Your sister helps you in your blasphemy
and makes us dirty.
I should have killed you at birth.
(Shouting)
Oh ! Oh !
"Stop! Stop!"
"Stop!"
(Agnes) Are you okay?
(Grunting)
It's good, it's good.
All right? OK ?
Come on. We're going.
The swastika is one of the oldest
symbols of humanity:
China, India,
Neopagan, the far right.
The far right.
Paganism is the historical religion
of Europe. It's not a matter of policy.
On your shoulder you have a tattoo
of Terre et Peuple,
a pagan neo-Nazi group.
A mistake, it was nothing.
12 years ago just before they
were broken up,
they claimed responsibility for burning
2 churches and a parish hall.
Call that nothing?
You are pictured with your friends.
-Am I going to pay for this all my life?
It's chasing you.
So, either you're stupid
enough to sign your crimes,
or they want to harm you.
Could an old neo-Nazi friend hold a
grudge because you left?
I don't see them anymore.
-Niemans! Him.
Look at this guy who was carrying
out the festival's trash.
Who is he?
-No idea. I've forgotten.
I'll find out.
(Niemans dials, phone rings)
Hello?
Audrey; I'm sending you a picture
of someone to trace.
-I got him.
Yeah, it seems he's "Johann Moller."
I have nothing here.
They were all very high
the night of the murder.
Nobody saw anything.
The cases of alcohol are in Carl's tent,
it came and went.
Where are you with him? The bride
and groom are talking.
(Niemans) We're with Carl at
the tannery.
OK.
-We'll take him to the station.
OK.
-I'll keep you updated.
OK.
Stop with the selfies!
-Oh please.
Stop it!
-What's with you??
What a pain.
You two stop, you're pissing me off!
-Hey hey hey!
Next time it's the station for you.
Audrey; can we get married, with Lukas?
The others say it's fucked up and
it's dangerous.
I don't know. Carl is in custody.
I don't know what got into me with
him. He was massaging me and...
aren't you telling Lukas?
-No. Haven't you seen anything?
-Non.
And let us take our place with the
gods and goddesses who
from us their stars.
May the energies of this day
come over us!
It was a bit of a Vegas wedding:
the Lugnasad festival;
freedom to enjoy the
Handfasting experience.
He even does home weddings.
Strange. It doesn't correspond to
the man's image.
No, it's too elaborate.
And with an obsessed guru.
-Perhaps that's his motivation.
On the forums, Alessandro also balances
on the sores that distort the festival.
What do you think of him?
-Unhealthy.
If he's the killer, he's cold-blooded.
He may want to eliminate Carl?
Or the killer is a Christian who thinks,
like Madame Villemont,
that Handfasting is blasphemous?
Hmm.
What do you have on
the tannery?
Villemont's parents say they spent the
evening with them.
Agnes stayed part of the night
at the tannery.
On the workers, we have nothing.
For now, everything points to Carl.
I don't know;
Cut the victims in their tent and burn the
parish hall when he's already suspected.
He's an asshole, but he's not stupid.
It's someone who was at the festival
that night.
Safety glass. You never know.
Some guy saw Moller leave the gathering
before you got there.
We have to find him.
-Moller doesn't have a cell phone.
I will have more call records.
There's no link with the extreme right
at the festival.
Carl had to get out.
But Moller was there.
-Is there a hotel here?
The Hotel Montreal, we can sleep there.
-I'll plan everything.
I don't feel it.
It'll be fine. She's planned everything.
Don't give me that look. It's not
the day for it.
(She laughs)
-Yeah.
I have the guru's books.
It may interest you.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
I got tents, sleeping bags, binoculars,
headlamps.
And there's the view of the festival.
We're going to be fine there.
I only have one berth in my van.
Do you sleep in there?
Yes. I find it hard to stay in an
apartment for too long.
But it's impeccable. I can even
make coffee.
I missed you.
You too, Audrey.
On the other hand,
make us sleep in a tent ...
Don't give me that,
this is what you need.
Oh yeah? Yeah?
-Yeah!
Wait, wait. Don't do that all
on your own. Wait.
You have to agree to accept help.
Yeah; that's me.
I'm turning in. I have reading.
Good night, boss.
Yes, that's it. Good night.
Need a hand?
Don't give me a hard time.
It's convenient to have a view
of the festival.
Well then.
(Grunts)
Fuck. Pissing me off.
(Drumming)
We should go, it's falling apart.
We have the right to be there.
We didn't do it all for nothing.
-What ?
Lukas, it's you that I love.
I love you. Explain yourself.
Hello lovers. Is the marriage over?
Everybody left.
-Go away!
Do you think you're protected by
your cop girlfriend?
Gisèle, we're leaving.
-He doesn't like us, this frustrated one!
Carl isn't here, that suits you.
Are you helpless?
Gisele! Gisele-
(Lukas) HEY!
-You'll see if I'm helpless, my dear.
HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
WHAT-
No no no! Not now.
We'll see you at the big fire,
with everyone.
What is this mess?
Sleep well?
What do you think?
We must believe.
Living naturally can be learned.
-Sure.
Coffee?
-Yes.
Thanks. I'm too old for this bullshit.
Here.
-What are these?
(Niemans) I found them in
Carl's books.
I thought he was a volunteer.
-We have to believe not.
Do we have the results of the
bank requisitions?
Not yet. On the other hand,
there's an interesting lead
from Anti-Crime,
A farm has been located not far from here,
that's part-owned by a cousin of Moller.
Could he have taken revenge on Carl,
who betrayed their Nazi ideals?
Anyway, Moller knew that Carl had
already burned down a church.
And he was at the festival the night
of the murder.
Is this about money?
(Niemans) Yes.
We will be more discreet this way.
Nobody thinks 'cop car' when they see this.
There's 15,000. The tickets are in
the couple's books.
People said they don’t pay anything
for The Handfasting.
We're expecting a visitor.
-It's not Moller.
Listen to this:
"Formerly, man and woman were one
androgynous being
made of two faces,
4 ears, 4 hands, 4 feet,
and 2 bodies back to back.
The hermaphrodite species thought
itself so strong,
they decided to attack the gods.
Zeus took revenge, and to weaken
this androgynous being, cut it in half.
Thus were born man and the woman,
two different sexes
but incomplete, each seeking their
other half, their lost soulmate."
This is the myth
by Aristophanes from Plato's "Banquet".
In my view, Carl joins the halves
in this ceremony.
The Feast of Lugnasad is about another
half of us somewhere,
a lost soulmate. It defines
the festival.
The killer follows the myth
of Aristophanes.
He sews together the primitive androgyne.
It's linked to a lost love, to
resolve a breakup?
A groom's revenge against Carl?
It will be hard to find them all.
Carl doesn't keep any records.
Niémans, there's a car.
(Niemans) Let's get closer.
Look.
There. It's Moller.
Here.
What's in the bag?
Dope.
He's paying.
Good.
-Yeah.
If he has a motorbike, we won't have him.
Let's go.
The cops! Cops, 3 or 4!
Camille, shoot!
(Camille fires)
(Camille fires)
(Camille fires)
I'm going!
Don't move!
Down !
Your hands behind your back.
Don't move.
What are you doing? Stop!
Stop!
(Camille fires)
Camille! All right?
(Niemans) Camille!
-Yeah, I'm fine!
Stop!
Stop, fucker!
(Audrey fires in the air)
MDMA, and ketamine. Ketamine's
for skin cuts,
it's a horse tranquilizer.
-(Niemans) Hmm.
Carl wanted it to make them
feel good, to get high.
And the MDMA, is that for fun?
-It makes meetings easier.
Easy? More like bedtime. And
the murders?
I'm just a drug dealer. I didn't
kill anyone.
These fucking murders are a disaster
for my business.
Carl wasn't just doing this for sex.
Was he affecting sales?
No. I delivered from time to time for his
ceremonies and that's it.
I'd go to the festival every morning.
It came from where, his money?
I don't know. He never liked working.
And Land and People?
-It's been over a long time, that.
Carl continued his neopagan trip.
-Quickly done.
He set up a festival.
He resumed 2 years ago with his
neopagan appeal.
Yes. Audrey, would you take care
of him, please? Thanks.
It's no coincidence he returned
2 years ago.
Show me his site.
It's pretty good.
Yes.
-In any case,
it's obviously not commercial.
Show me the tannery site.
It's a question of dyeing.
-I don't know, Philippe.
I'll get back to you.
-Not running the machine tomorrow
could cause a strike.
-Wizard it for me. Excuse me.
Hello. Can I help you ?
Yeah. Your brother's site was designed
and is hosted on the same server
as the tannery, since you became
sales manager.
The tannery paid.
-Yes.
I had to help my brother.
-Yes. As for the cords,
they make it obvious you're there
for him all the time.
Bye, Armelle.
I send the invoice now?
-Yes.
Now?
-Yes! Now!
Yes. Yes I know.
Can I call you back in half an hour?
Great ! Thank you so much. See you soon.
Your parents aren't here?
No.
-Where are they ?
I don't know where they are.
-And you don't warn us.
I have to take over the tannery. They're
testing me, given the story of their sons.
If you tell them about the site...
-Ma'am?
Yes?
-Do we get started now?
Excuse me. Start it!
I should have placed the Villemonts
under surveillance.
Do you suspect them?
-They consider weddings
done by their son as blasphemous.
They could have ordered
crimes to have him accused.
They're at the top of it, you think?
-Yes.
Yes, they are.
The specialist at locating the top is you
-Yeah.