PREVIOUSLY
Your son passed away last night.
Énoch?
My Énoch?
Found this morning. Three girls, four boys, from 18 to 23.
Some reported missing a few days ago, others months ago.
Is it starting again?
A call linked to the suicides?
- A list of members? - Checking and monitoring...
If that worked, those seven kids wouldn't be dead.
- I'm waiting. - Linus?
The only survivor of the stadium collective suicide.
It hurts to feel alive, eh?
How did you survive? Did Caron survive too?
I saw him.
- Who? - Caron.
Did Linus talk about suicide?
We're waiting for the signal.
Who'll give the signal?
Their fucking code.
Do you understand?
Our day is coming, Nahel.
I'm ready.
- Recognise her? - Samian Vanghen.
She came to your foundation a lot.
- We get... - Thousands, yeah.
Virgil, they're evacuating the hall and closing us down!
Only actions speak! Only actions don't lie!
Only actions speak.
Only actions don't lie.
Christa.
Get your stuff, you're going back to the centre.
We're going in ten minutes.
Is that all you could offer her?
A day in the police station, then back to prison. Lovely!
A nice balance!
It's a special centre, not a prison.
Do you know what those centres are like? I do.
Darius.
A judge signed the permission for her release.
You haven't been a lawyer for 20 years.
She has rights. You can't just use her like that.
Christa, you have the right to contest it.
I'm glad we met.
Don't worry about me.
I've focused on the most fragile: school dropouts, runaways,
drug takers, psychiatric cases...
Those most at risk of radicalisation.
277 missing over the last six months.
277?
It fits with what Linus said.
- Captain, can I have a word? - Mrs Ritt...
No one will explain! Why do they want to die?
Énoch isn't like that. Wasn't like that.
Explain it to me.
You can't stay here. I'll see you out.
Get in touch with the families. Some minors have reappeared.
Compare all the disappearances.
- We need to whittle them down. - Take two officers.
There are 300 of them!
Two hundred and seventy-seven. And the priority remains Linus.
Darius, we've found Samian Venghen's guardian.
An uncle.
All handwritten code?
No, there are hard drives of data too.
What are you hoping to find?
Names, dates, places... Whatever will give us a lead.
I've installed a transcriber.
- Is there a connection? - No.
- I want one. - Your shrinks say no.
Please.
I'll see what I can do.
Anything interesting, tell Barbeau.
- Lesky, let's go. - Coming.
Look, you even have a desk.
How cool!
- Lesky! - Yes, I'm coming!
Do you ever get itchy toes, but you resist scratching them?
Turinapsis idraecula was first described
80 years ago by Augustus and Paula Stern,
biologists specialising in the biotopes of the Miocene.
They noticed its infinite faculty for regeneration.
The jellyfish were able to block the ageing process...
It's like being back at school.
A visit every year. Always the same film.
Charles Vanghen has been told.
It's on the first floor.
- If you'll come this way. - Very well.
I lost my cherry in one of the projection rooms.
Concentrate, Lesky!
EVA HELPED PAULA AND AUGUSTUS STERN
UNDERSTAND THE REGENERATION PROCESS.
You wanted to see me?
Are you Samian Vanghen's uncle?
Our condolences. Psychological support is on its way.
How did you hear about it? We didn't...
On the news last night.
Why didn't you contact us as her guardian?
Work. I was snowed under.
I hadn't seen her for two years.
I'm an informal sort of guardian.
- Mr Vanghen... - I never asked for that kid.
The judge foisted her on me when her parents died.
Do you recognise him?
No.
It's a face you'd remember.
I hadn't seen Samian for two years.
Excuse me.
Wait for me.
Yes, speaking.
Careful how you talk to him. He's a bit wound up.
A scar on the right side.
Can I ask you something?
What's your problem with minors?
Who cares if they top themselves?
- Sorry? - No, I mean it.
We have an overpopulation problem
but we're stopping kids killing themselves.
Isn't that absurd?
Hospital? Which hospital?
The truth, even if no one dares utter it,
is that we no longer need children.
Lesky, let's go. We may have something.
He got in through accident and emergency.
It's him.
It's Linus.
How long has he been in there?
Since 12:12 p.m.
He's been banging on the walls for exactly 50 minutes.
Want to see something weird?
That was an hour ago.
"He went to his death without fear,
not balking at the sacrifice which he was offered,
nor being tempted by lies...
The only solution is action, the ultimate sacrifice.
Our mission is to save humanity.
Do not be afraid.
The Lord will be your shield,
girding you against ten thousand."
How old are you?
- Twenty-four. Why? - Want a scoop?
There's no shield, you're all alone. All that awaits is nothingness.
If you need to talk, I have a good address.
You've got your connection.
RESEARCH ADDRESS
Hey, where are you going?
Hey, to the toilet! I need, hey, a piss!
I'll take you.
Everything OK?
- A problem? - No, I'm good.
Hurry up, the boss is waiting.
- Which boss? - Your boss.
Two hundred and eighty minors, Linus.
We know you're not clever enough to organise it by yourself.
Did you get them at the Future Foundation?
Tell us how you go about it.
You pick the most fragile?
Then you give them your spiel, yeah?
Telling them they're unique?
- How did you find him? - In the morgue.
He wanted to sneak out his pal's body.
To bury him.
Getting himself caught for that, it's ridiculous!
We're not complaining.
- How did the decoding go? - It's been sent to you.
"The road ends here, but the true existence awaits
in the World Outside.
Don't be afraid. Everything there will be made right."
More of the same?
It gets even more "inspired," if you like mystical crazy shit.
It's still convincing people.
Anyone ready to go doesn't need much convincing.
Lesky, take her back.
You can carry on tomorrow.
Why the cage?
Are you scared I'll attack you?
The new rules.
Don't sulk. With Linus caught, our collaboration will soon be over.
You sound happy about that.
Aren't you?
I'm starting to find you less twattish than I expected.
What?
Nothing.
We'll talk about what happened with your parents some other time.
Don't blame yourself.
You weren't ready to face all that. Not yet.
In a way, you were sending us a message...
Yeah, I get the idea!
And your hallucinations?
They're fine.
I've spent almost 100 years in this police station.
I know these walls by heart.
I remember spending a night questioning a dealer.
I'd had a terrible headache for weeks because of chemotherapy.
They'd tried everything against that scourge.
No treatment worked.
The epidemic started in North America
and then spread really quickly.
Millions died of it in just a few months.
A hecatomb.
In the terminal stage
red blotches appeared on the skin.
I'd got to that stage.
That night I'd puked blood.
I'd thought about quitting the job,
using the time I had left to make the most of...
the sunshine, my family, my son...
But I kept thinking of the two kids who'd overdosed that morning.
They'd choked on their own tongues.
So I carried on with the interrogation.
I forgot about the sunshine and the red blotches.
And, one week later,
I was one of the pioneers.
A priority case among the first to be regenerated.
It was miraculous.
In a few weeks it all cleared up, the blotches were gone.
I started feeling better, stronger,
younger...
And the world opened up once again.
It became vast.
You think you've thought a lot about this, right?
But when I read what you've written,
I just think that you don't know a thing.
Death to you is just an abstraction.
"The other world," "the beyond,"
"paradise," "the heavenly realm"...
They're just images.
When you've lived with the stench of disease,
when you've felt your own skin rotting,
when you've cried every time you piss...
then you necessarily see things quite differently.
That deterioration...
that feeling that the world is shrinking inexorably
has only one equivalent outside disease.
It's this cell.
It's here, right now.
These walls.
This stink.
I won't let you do it any more.
All that spiel to justify pointless deaths,
that whole anachronistic performance.
I talk to the living, not to the dead!
You're nothing but a ghost.
A ghost!
An unknown species of creature was found today
in a shrimp net in the bay.
Neither the health services, port authorities or fishermen
have so far been able to identify this creature from the depths,
causing the craziest rumours to spread.
The crew that made the discovery are in good health.
The five men have been put in quarantine
and the boat placed in dry dock to be disinfected.
The health services
say they have taken every measure to avoid any risk
from this unidentified organism.
Food delivery, I'm Violette!
Sorry.
Goodbye.
Just a second.
Yes, I'm here.
We've arrested the suspect.
I'll be questioning him all night.
I'm pregnant, Darius.
It's yours, in case you wondered.
OK.
I borrowed some of your stuff while you were away. You don't mind?
I don't suppose you lacked anything.
Good money, whoring yourself to the cops?
I need your help.
That's new!
Are you serious?
Absolutely.
I need a weapon.
It's good to have a plan. But you can't afford it.
NDE, latest formula.
I have an address. I can contact someone outside.
Contact them. Tell them I'll be there in the next few days.
- Who's it for? - None of your business.
Your dad?
Your mum?
It's not easy, you know.
You can plan it all you like, rehearse what you're going to say,
but once you're facing them it's totally different.
A word of advice.
Avoid eye contact.
Or you won't be able to do it.
Hand it over.
Don't mug me off.
It hurts that you still don't trust me.
Christa, your lawyer is here.
My lawyer?
You can refuse.
I didn't wait, I was starving.
Sit down.
Sorry you had to come back here.
It's all right.
Thanks, anyway. My real lawyer never brought food.
What actually is your job now?
I'm trying to secure a biodiversity reserve.
It's an island.
Well, an archipelago a few kilometres north of the bay.
An ecosystem that's never been touched by humans.
It's wonderful.
A real paradise.
- Listen to this, I recorded it... - What's the point?
Everyone says we won't have enough inhabitable land.
Can I ask you a question?
What happened with your parents? How...
How did we fall so low?
I don't think we fell at all.
It was always more or less like that.
What do you mean?
In a way I understand them.
When they had me their combined age was 173.
Three retrainings each.
They'd come to the end of something and wanted something new,
an experience or something to keep them busy.
They should have gone for something easier. Or less irreversible.
Drugs or a world trip in alphabetical order.
A kid for eternity... That's a long time!
Having dinner the other night it was obvious.
They're afraid of me.
They've always been afraid of me.
Like we're not even the same species.
Maybe they don't know how to show you they love you.
In my cell there's this girl, Lana.
She killed her parents, yet she keeps saying she loved them.
Parricide is now the main cause of death.
I've heard that, yes.
But it can be different.
Different how?
I don't know.
Having a child is also a gift from one's own self.
My parents replaced me with a jellyfish.
I'm not joking.
Dessert?
Darius, the juvenile squad got a call from a kid
about one of the missing kids: Linn Gonzales.
I think we should see him.
OK.
That's her.
Linn.
We're listening, Maxime.
She wanted us to go together.
I said yes, I wanted to,
but I didn't dare.
At the last moment I couldn't do it.
Had she met any new people recently?
Someone she was in touch with, who may have...
got her mixed up in this.
A man or woman.
I don't know.
Where was it you were supposed to go?
To join some others.
Others?
Yes, other minors.
Did you have a destination?
Or a meeting place?
She said at the bus station.
On 26th April.
Really early.
At 5:40 a.m.
I saw it as a sort of trip.
I never thought it was...
to prepare for suicides.
She never mentioned that?
Killing herself?
Never, I swear.
I wouldn't have let her do it.
She just said that there was this place
where we'd be free.
That we'd have a place there.
The World Outside, she called it.
The World Outside?
I don't know any more than that, I don't know where it is. Sorry.
You must find her! Before she ends up like those on the beach.
Don't worry.
Thanks, Maxime.
WORLD OUTSIDE
She's barely translated a quarter, and it's come up 23 times.
"The way to the World Outside."
"The World Outside opens up to us."
- Twenty-three times? - Twenty-three times!
It's not a metaphor.
Leyla, check the bus station.
Find the trail of Linn Gonzales.
What was she doing on 26th April?
Where did she go? With whom? How did she buy her ticket?
And bring Linus back up.
- He's been taken to the judge. - Already?
Five minutes ago. You could catch him.
Azuelo!
I have to question him.
He's a minor, we can't keep him any longer.
Something new has come up.
- Which judge? - Muller.
Look away.
- What's up? - He's going to the judge.
Look away, I said!
Hey, look at me!
Don't do it. Don't do it!
Open your mouth.
Mana, listen to me.
The fucking defibrillator!
NO TO CLOSING OF MATERNITY CLINICS!
18,000 JOBS AT RISK!
He's out of danger.
You can see him soon.
Thank you.
He hasn't died.
OK.
You don't have to get right back to it.
I know.
If you need to talk to someone,
they've set up a psychological counselling unit.
I've seen enough shrinks to last me for the next 100 years.
"The eternal is not of this world. It awaits.
The World Outside is our quest and our path.
I am sure of the way.
I show the way and my actions are the truth..."
Are you OK?
Yeah, I'm OK.
Sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me.
Is it your first time?
Seeing someone die?
Were you afraid?
Yeah.
And you?
And thank you.
For shielding me.
You'll be a great cop.
Ah, they're fakes!
I was wondering why you kept wearing them.
You're regenerated, you must have 20/20 vision.
Super cop eyes!
How old are you?
Thirty-one.
It'll disappear soon...
but for now it's still there.
What will disappear?
IT'LL DISAPPEAR SOON... BUT FOR NOW IT'S STILL THERE.
WHAT WILL DISAPPEAR?
Don't feel guilty.
I wanted it, you wanted it.
OK.
That's why it bothers me to ask you this.
Ask me what?
I need three hours in town, with no one knowing.
- Is that why you...? - I wanted it, I said.
That wasn't a lie.
I'm sorry.
You can stop here.
Three hours.
It all went well.
They're preparing your regeneration. You'll be out in two days.
It was close.
And Linus?
He's dead.
Do we know what happened?
The mother of one of the suicides on the beach.
You saw her yesterday morning.
The grievers weren't able to help.
You surprise me!
Have you ever listened to them?
With their stupid gadgets and soundbites about "the beyond."
Some talk about the dead as if they're still alive
and waiting for us somewhere.
It's about time they got real.
There is no beyond, Darius.
There's nothing after death.
The doctors said I was gone for four minutes.
Four minutes during which I was clinically dead.
All that stuff about a tunnel,
angels, your life passing by...
That's all bollocks!
There's nothing but blackness.
It's here...
The only light is here.
The feeling is between an electric shock and a hornet sting.
It's really unique.
And the venom's deadly?
They all are, but it depends on the dose.
After a number of stings from this one,
you feel a sort of fullness
or abandon, as the body lets go.
Interesting.
It's an amazing feeling.
Without risk, because we supply the antidote.
There's a bruise, but it fades after two regenerations.
- Thanks, I'll think about it. - At your service.
Is it for you or a gift?
A gift.
Can't you read? No minors. Now clear off!
Lana sent me.
You're Christa?
No, no, you can't afford that.
- But Lana... - She doesn't know the prices.
I'd get 30 years for selling a gun to a minor.
You'd get 15 if you were caught with it.
These are for you.
- What's that? - That?
A garrotte.
Remote-controlled tightening from up to 15 metres away.
Using this.
I sell them in the shop.
Couples can flirt closely with asphyxiation.
The sensation of dying is very realistic.
It's a toy, then.
This one has no safety device.
Keep pressing and it will kill.
Joseph!
No, no, don't hide the product.
I'll take it.
I'm at the police station where, this morning...
One dead and one wounded was the result.
We don't yet know by whom or why.
Léonard Ader, 22,
known by the police after he was part of...
- Hello. - She wants to talk to you.
- Now? - Come with me.
I'm coming.
Is that all?
What more can I do?
You tell me!
You're through to Béat's voicemail.
- Yes, Leyla? - Are you OK?
- And Azuelo? - Yeah, he's OK.
So, the bus station? Linn Gonzales? Tell me you got something
That's why I'm calling.
Get over here, Darius. We've found her.
On my way.
She's been here for 36 hours, but they couldn't ID her.
You'll see why.
Subtitle translation by Howard Bonsor