What are you doing?
Shit, you can't do that! Come on, stop it!
Stop it!
Don't film me, I'm naked.
- That's not fair. - Hey, Zoé Fischer...
I love you.
- What will you do with it? - Watch it when you're not here.
- You'll show it to your friends. - What friends?
I'll watch it myself. I miss you so much when you're not here.
- Really? - Yeah.
Look, this is for you.
It was last year.
In early autumn.
Things weren't going well with Mickaël, I was a bit lost.
We met secretly at the cabin.
He was gentle with me.
It felt good.
Did you tell anyone?
No-one.
On carnival night we arranged to meet at the cabin.
He wanted us to go...
and live in Germany.
Far away from his problems.
Far away from Micka.
You didn't go, right?
No.
I loved him, but my life is here.
I couldn't tell him.
He tried to call me that night,
dozens of times.
Pick up... pick up...
Sometimes I think if I'd picked up maybe he wouldn't be dead.
Zoé...
Who knew?
Let's go back there.
Concentrate on March 28th.
The day before the death of Sébastian Drummer.
What's your first memory?
Drummer?
- Where's Drummer? - I don't know.
I don't think he's in yet.
Call him. Tell him it's important.
I'm going to need him.
Marjo, come with me.
Where's Zoé?
Why did you arrest her?
You're an edgy one, aren't you?
You're short-tempered.
Why do you say that?
Seems you're a fighter.
Who told you that?
No-one.
Is that why you brought me here?
That's all over, I've changed.
I'm at the bakery now.
In training. I'm clean.
Where were you the night Driss died?
You think I killed him?
Answer the question.
- Driss was my friend. - Sure.
Driss was everyone's friend.
He had only friends in this village.
Answer the question. Where were you the night he died?
- At the carnival with Thibaut. - Answer me!
- It's true. - No.
At the Empire. With Rémi and John.
What's that?
- It's a brothel on the Jambes road. - Stop lying.
Does the Water Lily ring any bells?
Cabin G6, by the river.
- The Water Lily. Do you know it? - No.
What's that?
You know what it is.
You found out, you lost it and you killed him.
It's called a jealous rage.
Everyone understands that.
Listen...
It's a crime of passion. With a good lawyer you'll get five years.
If you confess everything...
the judge will be lenient.
Come on, tell me.
Tell me what happened.
Is the baby mine?
- What baby? - My baby. Zoé's baby.
It's not mine, is it?
It's his, right?
Answer me, for God's sake.
Answer me! Whose baby is it?
Whose fucking baby is it? Whose is it? Shit!
Fuck, Zoé!
Zoé!
Fuck...
Zoé...
Zoé!
His alibi holds up.
He was at the Empire.
I just spoke to the boss, he said he spent the night there.
Apparently he's a regular.
Excuse me.
Can I talk to you?
- That's him, Red Rossignol. - How did it start?
It started with messages.
He sent me poems, romantic stuff.
He paid me compliments. He said that I was beautiful and he loved me.
I thought it was a bit cheesy but I found it funny.
- And? - Once I replied for a laugh.
I wasn't thinking.
- What did you write? - I led him on a bit.
I know it was wrong, but...
it was just for fun.
We emailed each other for weeks
but he took it very seriously.
He got carried away.
He said he wanted to marry me.
I stopped answering, but...
he kept sending me messages, drawings, songs.
Before Christmas he emailed me some photos.
It freaked me out.
He must have followed us to the cabin.
- Who do you think it could be? - No idea.
- Marjo, call Alain. - OK.
Shit.
Shit...
Inspector Peeters has intuition.
He senses things.
But he's impulsive and doesn't follow procedure.
His methods often work, but when they don't he goes too far.
The inspector is dangerous...
to himself and his colleagues.
He's unstable.
He takes medication.
I think he takes drugs.
Do you think the inspector was on drugs when Kevin Fischer died?
I think so, yes.
Thank you.
We have all we need.
- Any luck? - Yeah, yeah.
Give me two minutes.
- What about the tajine? - What tajine?
-The restaurant I told you about. - Oh, yes.
- The best in the Ardennes. - I told you, I've got a boyfriend.
I know you've got a boyfriend.
I'm talking about a meal. You can eat with another guy, right?
Is your boyfriend a Taliban? Allah...
Can we focus on the email address?
Yeah, right. Let's focus.
So...
Redrossignol@gmail.com.
Your stalker is a poet.
- Can you tell me who sent them? - He's a clever one.
He scrambled the IP address with a proxy.
- Can you translate that? - It'll take weeks to decode.
-You need to do better than that. - Don't make me laugh.
He uses a Thor proxy.
I can't do any more.
I'm an IT analyst, not a magician.
I really need this, Alain.
- I'll call you tomorrow morning. - Tomorrow morning? That's impossible.
If you find him, we'll have that tajine. On me.
Bloody women!
Good luck, Alain.
She has over 1,300 friends.
Liège, Cologne, Maubeuge...
She'll friend anyone, even old guys.
- You think our man is one of them? - Probably. He knows her well.
He watches her, he follows her.
He must get off on all these pictures.
"You're as beautiful as a butterfly.
"If your heart stopped beating, I'd give you mine.
"Watching you without being able to touch you is painful."
- Wow. - As you say, a poet.
What are you going to do?
I don't know.
Will you keep it?
- No. - I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Forgive me, my love.
I'm sorry.
Hey...
I'm sorry.
I love you, darling. Come here, come on.
You're awake? I bought a few things downstairs.
Not great, but better than what they give you.
Croissants.
Well...
- I'm downstairs if you need me. - Inès?
I know you're sleeping with my dad.
But it's fine.
It pisses me off that my mother died, but she's not coming back.
So if he's happy, that's good.
- OK. Well, I'll be going... - Thanks for the croissants.
You're welcome.
Sébastian
Hello? Sébastian?
- You all right? -Where are you? I've been calling you.
I know. I couldn't answer, sorry.
It's mad here.
Peeters is looking for you. You have to come in.
I can't come in today, Marjo.
Where are you?
I'm onto something. I can't tell you now.
-You'll have to cover for me. - Cover?
Yeah. Don't tell Peeters you spoke to me.
But he's looking for you.
Tell him I can't come in today.
-Tell him I'm sick. - Can't you tell me what's happening?
You'll have to trust me, Marjo. Do you trust me?
Yes.
Did you get my chocolates?
I love you, Marjo.
I feel good with you.
Me too.
See you tonight. Love you.
So is he coming?
Who?
Drummer.
I don't know.
Wasn't that him?
- No, it was my mother. - Why are you lying?
I'm not.
- Where's Drummer? - He's sick, I think.
Look, I don't know what's going on.
Drummer needs to rise above his resentment.
I need to be able to trust you. We're a team.
That means you too, Marjo.
Call him. Tell him to come here right now, I need him.
At least 25.
Damn.
Hello, Domenico.
- Ah, Mr Verelst. How are you? - Fine, fine.
- May I? - Of course.
There.
Any luck?
- The fish know. They've already gone. - Know what?
- The dam. - You think so?
Ask the Japanese. The night before an earthquake, the rivers empty.
The trout hide. That's how they detect them.
The Japanese aren't stupid.
Do you come fishing here often?
Since my wife retired I stay out of the house as much as possible.
Did you come fishing here on the 15th?
The 15th?
- When was that? - Carnival Saturday.
Yes. Yes, I was here.
Did you notice anything special about the cabin?
See anyone odd?
Odd?
Yeah... I don't know, young people, squatters, prowlers?
Nothing special. I saw the concierge when I arrived.
What? Lucien?
Yes.
- You saw Lucien in the cabin? - Well, it was his pick-up.
God damn it!
Lucien?
God damn it!
René? What are you doing here?
- God damn it! Lucien, don't move. - Calm down, René.
I said don't move.
- I can explain everything. - Show me your hands.
Don't move, Lucien!
I said don't move.
Your hands. Show me your hands!
Show me your hands.
That's a lovely collection you've got.
Some beautiful pieces.
You like beating up Arabs, eh?
It feels good to smash a black guy's head.
It relieves you.
Michel Komba, 27, beaten half to death at a football match.
You all had fun that day, right?
Heard from his kids?
They're delighted to have a quadriplegic father.
I know, it was a long time ago, your client's not the same man.
He's changed and he's paid his debt.
But the ideas don't change, do they? They last.
Like tattoos, they're for ever.
What happened with Driss?
You can keep quiet, it's your right, but you're screwed.
Juries hate race crimes.
You'll get 30 years, Lucien.
And at your age, you'll die in jail.
I want to talk to my lawyer.
That's right, you talk to your lawyer. I'll be back.
He's a Nazi!
The guy has a record.
He spent two years in jail and nobody told me anything?
You knew, of course.
When did you plan to tell me?
Calm down. It was more than 30 years ago.
The caretaker of the victim's block is a Nazi. He's got a Third Reich museum!
He was the prime suspect! What's wrong with this fucking town?
- We thought he'd changed. - Changed?
When will you understand that people never change?
It's your fault Driss is dead. You let him die.
Lucien may be the culprit, but you're all responsible in this fucking town.
- My client would like to talk to you. - Well, well.
But not to Inspector Peeters. That's his only condition.
It was the day after carnival.
I'd decided to check all the cabins.
With all those drunk kids I knew there'd be some damage.
I started with section G.
I got to the Water Lily.
It was six or seven o'clock.
It was almost dark.
I knew something was wrong.
The back door was broken.
And I found the kid in the lounge.
There was blood everywhere, it was carnage.
He'd been there a while.
His body was already cold.
And then, I don't know why but I panicked.
Suddenly I saw myself back in jail.
I did stupid things, Rudy, but I paid for them.
I saw those four walls, I couldn't stand it.
Bullshit!
That's why...
Bullshit!
..without thinking, I cleaned everything.
I threw the body in the river.
I knew he'd be found downstream.
I just didn't want to be involved in it.
You must believe me, Rudy.
I know what I did was stupid, but I didn't kill him.
It wasn't me, I'm innocent.
Yeah, sure!
- If it wasn't you, who was it? - I don't know.
There were footprints when I arrived.
The murderer's footprints, sole prints in the blood.
It was everywhere.
There were patterns on the sole,
like small triangles.
What the fuck is this?
Bullshit about footprints!
- No, it's not bullshit, it's true. - What?
The lab sent this report.
The Luminol showed up traces of unidentified soles in the blood.
- Is this a joke? - No.
- When were you going to tell me this? - It just arrived.
You thought that wasn't important either?
Here, they're 43s.
Inspector?
And then?
Nothing.
- Nothing. - What do you mean, nothing?
- You don't remember what happened? - No.
Everything went black. I must have fainted.
No, you didn't faint.
You were conscious.
Drugged and in shock, but conscious.
You don't remember what happened next?
No.
Think.
Focus on your feelings.
What did you do then?
I don't know.
Remember the lab report.
Do you remember now?
Yes.
What were you thinking?
Did you feel betrayed?
What did you do then?
Everything is within you. Remember.
-My car, I took my car. -Yes, that's it. Keep going, Yoann.
The facts are within you. You just have to connect to them.
Where did you go?
Drummer.
-And then? -I knocked on the door.
-Who opened it? -His mother.
Yes, Yoann.
Hello.
Hello, madam. Inspector Yoann Peeters.
Do you remember me?
- I work with Sébastian. - Oh, yes, I see.
Sébastian's not here.
- He's at the police station, working. - I know.
- He asked me to fetch some things. - He did?
- What things? - A pair of shoes.
Oh, my! Do you know which shoes he means?
Because there are several pairs.
I'll know which ones.
- I'll have a look. - You will?
It's the first on the left.
Ignore the mess.
What were you thinking on the stairs?
I don't know. My steps were heavy, I had trouble breathing.
You still hoped you were wrong.
You didn't want to believe it.
What did you find in that room?
I don't know.
What did you do then?
-I called him. -No, he called you.
Drummer?
-Where are you? -I... I'm in the office.
I just called Marjo, she said you'd gone.
I'm in the car park. I went to get something from my car.
And you, Drummer? Where are you, Drummer?
I'm on the road.
I've found something.
I must show you.
- Then come here. -No.
It's better if I see you alone.
Where?
At the cabin.
At the cabin?
-We won't be disturbed. - OK.
What were you thinking at that moment?
I don't know, I don't remember.
Why didn't you call for back-up?
You didn't call anyone.
Do you remember what you felt at that moment, Inspector?
You felt betrayed.
You felt alone.
You were angry.
Beside yourself.
You lost control.
Drummer...
Oh, no...
No, I...
You really thought the shoes were Drummer's?
Yes.
You were wrong.
Drummer didn't kill Driss.
It wasn't him.
The sole prints...
weren't from Palladium boots.
They were boots, Yoann. Just boots.
You were wrong, Yoann.
Drummer was innocent.
You killed an innocent man.
Translation: Gill Parrott