Monsieur Gérard?
The bank says no.
They do?
- Do you have you another account? - No, I don't
Goodbye.
The salesman remembered him,
he saw him come up on foot, along the highway.
It's not every day customers come to buy a 24,700-euro SUV on foot.
The man said he'd take it, not for him, but for his wife,
a surprise, she wasn't well.
He was sure it would mean a new lease on life.
The salesman doubted the wife business.
It's in his statement.
Later we realized it all began here,
by the highway, under the Roquebrune Rock.
- Le Arcs? Can you hear me? - Yes...
I can't see you.
Now?
Wait. And now?
- Right, yes! - Great.
This isn't a joke...
some lady saw Paul Sanchez get off a train at Les Arcs.
- Paul Sanchez!? - Yessir.
Right. With a werewolf?
She should look in the mirror.
I'll read you the statement.
Go ahead.
"The person got on at Toulón.
"He sat opposite her.
He reminded her of someone.
"When he stood up to put on his jacket at Les Arcs,
she noticed a scar on his left arm.
When the train pulled out she realized it was Sanchez
What a waste of time.
Go for it!
What's all this?
A chick with a thing for Jack the ripper.
I mean a lady who's seen the ghost of Sanchez.
Maybe it is Sanchez?
He had a scar. He was odd.
Are you deaf? She didn't say odd.
She said he reminded her of someone.
Never mind odd. Did he have a scar?
On his left arm.
There you go.
But Sanchez's was on the right. You've been had.
No one's been had, we don't believe her.
We're off now.
- I want a word, Marion. - I'm sure you do, Inspector.
I can explain.
I was on the St Tropez road.
- Alone! - I wasn't on duty.
- Yes. - Why?
It was an offense.
But did you know who he was?
I saw the girl's head first, bobbing up and down.
I didn't see him, he was lying down.
Right.
You thought, a lady is performing oral sex in public.
You went to check.
That's what I did.
- Did you recognize Johnny Depp. - Yes.
- You arrested him? - Yes.
- For a blow job on a highway? - No.
Why then?
Because he was drunk. Which is an offense.
He wasn't driving!
If you say so.
He was going to drive. It's prevention.
Machiavellian.
How did you know he was drunk?
I could smell it.
He refused the test.
I said, you're under arrest.
I got the girl out and drove the Porsche home
so it wasn't left there.
What happened to Johnny Depp?
He went home.
- In the girl's car? - Well yes, the Porsche is with me!
Keys!
Not great, Marion.
That's right. It's not great.
Do you understand what a low profile means?
It means no personal initiatives on or off duty.
Yes, sir.
Where's your car? On the highway?
- No, I took Gaspard and we got it. - That's a mercy.
By the way, what do you make of Sanchez?
Bullshit, Marion. Sanchez is hot air.
A fox knows not to fall in a trap.
- Who's the fox? - Not you. As yet.
- Oh shit, Odile! - What's wrong with her?
Bored, as usual.
Want me to deal with your wife?
I don't think so.
Gaspard!
Got that?
But Sir! He only helped me out.
So what?
No Porsche, no lay-by Nothing.
Exactly.
Everyone makes mistakes.
Bad or less bad, the price is high or less high.
But for the Porsche, I, Yohann Polain,
provincial reporter would never have been involved.
My gullibility would have consequences.
And why would this Mr. Harutunian have slashed your vines?
- Out of revenge. - For what?
I fired him.
- Is that all? - It is.
What do you want?
- News. - There is none!
There is! I just saw the Inspector.
in a grey Porsche GT2.
Wasn't him!
He was stuck in rush-hour traffic. I saw him.
- It wasn't him. - In uniform!
Bullshit.
Some weirdo dressed up for a party.
Now go. I'm busy.
- What did you lose? - 45.
45 vines.
The best is...
Don't talk to the gutter press!
You're not my boss.
Drop this "Inspector in Porsche" business.
It was him I saw.
Doesn't mean it's his.
He does what he wants off-duty.
Maybe he rented it to go for a spin!
Maybe it gives him a kick. I bet you get your kicks.
You'd love to know!
No, I wouldn't!
What was the Porsche?
I've got a scoop for you.
Paul Sanchez, remember?
He is back. For sure.
Paul Sanchez?
That's major!
- It's all yours. - He's here?
We've just heard.
Monsieur Gérard?
Sir?
Everyone at France Info. Back after the break.
France Info, six o'clock! Good evening, Philippe.
According to BFM and Var Matin's Draguignan correspondent
Paul Sanchez was seen at Les Arcs.
Several witnesses saw him at Les Arcs and Roquebrune 4 years ago.
Paul Sanchez is a wanted man. He vanished 10 years ago
after his wife and 4 kids were mysteriously murdered.
He burnt the bodies.
He's been spotted round the world.
Moscow, México, Jersey, Lyon, Nantes and even the Cayman Islands.
After ten years on the run
Paul Sanchez has been seen in the Var, at Les Arcs.
He is actively wanted for the savage murder
of his wife and kids 10 years ago.
He killed and burnt them all, he left no explanation
and vanished.
He has been seen all over the world,
Moscow, México, Jersey, Nantes and even Lyon.
He could be in the Var.
4 years ago, witnesses saw him at Les Arcs and Roquebrune.
And the little balls of hash.
Little balls of hash on the blade.
We ask. He says the knife is used to slice sausage.
I did, but the others weren't laughing at all.
They grabbed him...
No, I cannot confirm it.
BFM TV!
Yohann Polain?
I'll tell you.
He's a good man They love him at Var Matin.
Only not much goes on here. he uses his imagination.
He gets worked up.
He puts out rubbish.
- We'll be there. - Sorry we have an emergency.
Please call back.
- Xavier? - Yes, Sergeant.
Can you help this gentleman?
- Hello there! - Hello.
Your windscreen was smashed with a stone?
We all know someone tactless...
He's off to the capital, Khartoum...
3 games, on this 36th Premier League fixture day...
The same route as Napoleon.
You parasite! Go home!
It wasn't me!
- It's you who's sick! - Why did you do that?
- Police! - Help me!
- Get this vermin off me. - This is stupid!
Quiet everyone! Who's been slitting tires?
- It's him, he's the Youtube guy! - I'm not!
Let go. We'll handle this Step aside.
I saw him slit a tire. I knew it was that Youtube guy.
What is this Youtube guy?
He slits Arab people's tires.
He puts it on Youtube.
I knew it was him.
I ran for security. I got back, I played desperate.
He was filming me. They caught him.
He reached for his knife. He's mad.
- Did he slit yours? - He slit mine.
This is his phone.
- The evidence is there. - That's no true.
Number 1.
This is Sanchez. I need to talk.
This is Sanchez, I want to talk. This is Sanchez. Let's talk.
Who left their filthy car in my spot?
Whose filthy car is that?
I'm sorry.
I'll smash your pool van if it's not out of here now.
I'm sorry.
That's right!
Stupid git!
Take your time!
Bastard!
- What is it? - Open up!
- No time, Yohann - We need to speak.
Just let it drop.
Well, stop sending messages then.
I don't think about you night and day!
That stupid email. "This is Sanchez. I need to talk."
Copycat. Jokes are better when they're your own.
Gaspard, I have the email here.
Look!
Don't blow it with Gaspard!
This is for real, Marion.
- Did you send it? - I sent nothing.
- He has an email! - He sent it himself!
Really?
Hacks wank over their computers all day.
MURDER
I, Fréderic Bertelot, of Cahors,
Sales Director, the Three Graces,
Paul Sanchez's employer between May 1998 and September 2005...
I, Laura Leonardo...
Our relations were distant, highly professional...
He worked for me for 7 years... He was competent, did not steal...
Name: Sanchez, Violet
Female. Caucasian.
Cause of death: cerebral ischaemia.
Anatomic diagnosis: lingual bone fracture.
External evidence: female corpse.
Surface wounds: some on cornea.
Cornea wounds made post-mortem by crows
Hello.
- I need a computer. - 15 or 60 minutes?
30 minutes.
Guilty pleasures?
Yes.
The computers are behind you.
I bought the gun in Toulouse.
I'm listening.
Every night, I'd get up...
You're pushing it.
Has Gaspard told you>
- About Sanchez? - No.
Yesterday, Odile slipped in dog shit after meditation class.
I've had it.
We're hitting town. Fining everything that moves.
Fining for what?
Dog shit, waste, used condoms, syringes, anything.
Understood?
Yes.
The Inspector's right. Fine them.
That's what we're doing.
- You should see the trucks. - What about them?
They screw there, we get the condoms.
- So, why are you here? - On behalf of James Propper.
He's in San Francisco, it's the insurance.
The alarm in his villa is broken, at Roquebrune.
I've come to register a complaint.
I'll take a statement.
Boris! I mean,
can you hack Yohann's email?
I can.
Is now OK?
Got a court order?
- No. - Then I can't.
I need a bit of paper.
Gaspard didn't send that email.
He did, he's mad, I know he wanks on his gun.
- I swear. - Prove it.
I can't, but I know it wasn't him.
So. What was the Porsche about?
I shouldn't say but I caught Johnny Depp getting a blow job.
I'm telling BFM TV.
You can't do that!
They think I'm an idiot now. I'm dead there!
I'm sorry, if I could change that, I would. But no.
One day, something kicks in. You run with it,
it changes your life.
You were a hack, you become a star.
You stuffed me with Sanchez. You won't with Depp.
Good evening. Got my email?
It's not what I wrote.
- He edited it - Not one word is mine.
Two words: the by-line. See you.
What a bitch.
She's useless.
It's not done.
Changing the rules?
No.
The fact is Gaspard sent another email.
Come in.
How are you?
This is Sanchez, I need to talk.
This is for you.
I bought the gun in Toulouse under a false name.
I hid it in the garage under the boat.
Every night, I'd get up... l'd look at it...
- I need a bag. - Of course.
I don't know.
I don't know what to do. I couldn't even find my shoes.
- Were you afraid? Still afraid? - I want it to end.
Can you send out a notice?
It may have been reported.
Les Arcs police station.
Janine Delong, I've come about the summons.
- I'll buzz you in. - Thanks.
That's why I'm here.
To know whether you can put out...
an alert or...
I don't know...one moment.
The same phrasing, you see.
Two emails saying, "This is Sanchez, I need to talk."
Well done.
- Thank you, Sir. - You're way off the mark.
Why?
You've been manipulated by your pal
who's annoyed by Gaspard's joke. - Not at all!
- Yohann says Gaspard sent them!
Am I your school prefect?
- No. - So don't waste my time.
What were you just doing?
A missing husband.
Off you go. She's waiting.
Marion.
He's drunk in a ditch or screwing someone else.
Or both of the above.
The husband?
- The lady's husband. - Right. You tell her.
In more delicate terms. You can do that easily.
I've had a word with the Inspector.
Either your husband is drunk in a ditch,
not good but he'll be back,
or he's in bed with someone.
When he's done he'll be back. Probably.
Best go home and wait.
I can't if he's not there.
Go to a friend's or get your hair done.
- Take your mind off it. - Marion!
What?
Sanchez.
What about him?
Two market-garden employees saw him at 7.02
at the gas station.
They're positive
- Unbelievable!! - The idiots!
I just spoke to the woman They're certain.
He was shopping for food. You don't shop in a gas station.
It was odd. So we recognized him.
He really didn't want to be recognized.
He kept turning his head. He'd have dived down a hole.
Did you see the scar?
- How could we? - He was dressed.
- That's him? - Definitely.
It is.
- Market folk are observant. - We're used to it.
- Can we go? - Yes, move along.
Goodbye.
Why show up now, after ten year's absence?
It's an impulse. He can't help it.
Aha, reinforcements!
At ease.
- Welcome. - Inspector.
We got lucky. What would Machiavelli do?
Let's keep our heads.
Not go berserk.
So Paul Sanchez is back. It's definite.
I've spoken to the Prosecutor. All units on this.
It's our only priority.
No leaks please.
Or the press will be on us, sickos will be seeing
Sanchez on every corner.
It'll get out of hand.
So unplug Yohann Poulain. Gaspard, you'll apologize.
Sir, it was only a little joke.
Yohann's a pal.
Pals don't apologize for jokes.
No metaphysics. It's an order.
They're at each other's throats.
I'm sorry, Sir.
Disperse! Implement!
Shit!
I call that an emergency!
Why are you laughing?
- My cheerful nature. - What's your name?
Laetitia.
Any business around here?
- What kind? - Blackberry, iPhone...
OK.
A few of them.
I need a few.
See you.
OK?
Yes.
Shame you're here now,
I have to interview the baker at Le Muy. He's won a prize.
I'm covering it.
Any news?
- None. - Well, I have.
Sanchez is a sure thing.
Two market-gardeners saw him in a gas station.
For real.
Let's make a deal.
You tell me, I tell you.
On one condition.
You give nothing away till we've got him.
What's in it for me?
You'll get a scoop.
You'll get that kick.
Inspector, it's all fixed.
If Gaspard's around, you can put him on.
Yes, what Gaspard?
I'm really sorry. You got screwed.
It's easy... to apologize afterwards.
I'll say it again, I'm really sorry. I'll say it in person.
- Love you too.
- That for me? - Sure.
I'll handle the baker tomorrow.
Want to see who it is?
No.
Suppose it's Sanchez?
You interested in me or Sanchez?
I reckon I've ended up fancying you for real.
Damn.
It's him.
This is Sanchez. I need to talk. About the tyrant. YOU THERE?
Yes, I'm here.
Can I call you?
Stop it.
This is Marion.
I want Yohann.
I'm his boss.
I know everything. I read the emails.
You can talk to me.
It's about the tyrant.
My boss.
He uses me like a slave.
I'm his slave.
His hound dog.
The tyrant says, "Fetch, go, retrieve. Bring home.
"Go on, faster."
He makes me. He's brutal. It's rape.
He's in my mind. He's taken over my brain!
Day and night. "Go on, fetch!"
"Fetch me some cash to put in the safe."
"But don't tell".
He makes me. He's brutal. I don't know who I am.
I'm his slave. He threatens to fire me.
And the lady wounded by the concrete mixer? "It's nothing," he said.
Smarmy and fake as ever. Nothing!
I'm branded for life like an animal.
He doesn't know me. He doesn't like me. I'm nobody.
The other day he called me Georges!
I'm not Georges. I'm Paul Sanchez.
Paul Sanchez!
At night, I dream I'm in a hole
dug for a pool.
Nothing's working.
The mixer spews concrete.
It sprays on the sides, doesn't stick, drips, sinks into earth.
And what about her? She needs joy against depression.
Joy, morning and evening...
A SUV to go to the beach.
Money for a fridge, money for the kids' education.
She's depressed, right.
Sulky, more like.
More money, more ambition.
More for the kids, more travel.
Slumped in suffering.
Heap of pain she is. Can't even touch her now.
Yells with pain if I do. Kids do too.
Branded they are.
Fear and pain in their eyes.
Dirty old pain.
Disgusting it is.
I can't help them.
It's disgusting but I can't help them.
It's on a side-road, off the D11.
Off we go then.
Got it.
This is my third visit, and you do nothing.
Send a car out, drive past the house.
You want a car?
Does the Prosecutor get Sanchez's calls?
Has the ambulance arrived?
OK.
We're on our way.
Hunting accident. Coming Marion?
Take Boris.
You running this place now?
No Sir, not at all. I'm not sure I'd be up to it.
What's the use, if you won't do the job?
You told me to check on the source.
Do I check or not? Is that not a priority?
No reason not to do the job.
Quite. Sir. I want to say I made him an offer.
I imagined what you would have done.
Get to the point.
I said you'd give him an exclusive when we catch him.
Well done.
- You've been worthy. - Thank you.
Take care, Marion.
You are an ambassador. An ambassador is not the prince.
- Yessir! - Let's go, Boris.
This is good.
Good pasta.
He'll call tonight, I know it.
If he does, I'm answering.
That's silly. He spoke to me before. He'll hang up.
Is the reporter there?
You spoke to me before.
You know, I understand you.
I would have shot those two, in the gas station.
And that idiot behind the counter. If I'd had a gun.
But I didn't.
That tart in the bakery.
And the pool tyrant. I'll get him. He can eat it.
I'll make him pay for the evil in him.
No you won't. I'm sure you won't.
I will. Like I shot the others.
The others?
What others?
The gun, I loaded it in the garage.
I shot her first in bed. She was awake, sobbing.
I put three shots in her head. Went from sobbing to bleeding.
The noise woke the others.
Came up when I showed.
I shot into the pack.
Easy in a huddle.
All three kids dropped. I finished them all off.
I know for sure. They're gone.
They're free.
I want to shoot myself.
I spin the barrel in my mouth. I can't pull the trigger.
I sit down.
I have a cry.
The dog howls.
It's exasperating. So I fire.
I pull the bodies off the stairs. I drag them on to the terrace.
I shove them in a hole.
The hole for a new pool.
Damn hole, been waiting for a pool for three years.
Might as well use it.
I go back up.
I leave her in the bed.
It's her tomb, been that for months.
I didn't kill her. She was dead.
Wallowing in her waiting for me,
weeping her unhappiness.
Is that what you did?
You killed them all?
I didn't kill them.
I released them from their shitty lives.
I spared them the wretchedness.
Paul, where are you now?
Go call the Inspector!
Is that headquarters?
Can I have the computer room?
Did you get Sanchez?
Where is he?
Thanks.
And the pool tyrant. I'll get him. He can eat it.
I'll make him pay for the evil in him.
He won't do it, I'm sure he won't.
I will. Like I shot the others.
He's going to kill everyone.
- He wasn't there. - Think he'd wait?
We had to check, didn't we?
- I'll call the Prosecutor. - Now?
No, later!
- He'll call in a SWAT team. - He will.
We'll lose the case.
That's true.
I don't understand.
Last time he spoke, 10 years ago, it was to say he was not guilty.
It's bizarre, he's talking in the present.
Wait, he's delirious,
can't do syntax.
If a SWAT team comes, we'll never get him.
He won't come back.
I mean, he's ours!
I shall fight it.
Police. Please switch off your engine.
Show me your registration documents and driver's license.
Marion! Debrief!
Shitty day.
Miss!
The hairdresser.
He never came home.
- Live without him. - That won't help!
Wait! I've been here an hour.
I was shot at by hunters.
Calm down.
I want the Prosecutor!
- Sit down. - No. It's been an hour!
- Be patient! - Do something then!
There's a woman in tears.
Please sit.
Thank you, Sir.
I'm sorry. Please give me a description.
Sanchez.
Paul Sanchez.
Give me the gun.
I'll keep it.
You're under arrest.
You? Arresting me?
Hardly. Give me the gun.
Get up!
- If I want. - I'm a policewoman.
You don't say.
Sergeant Marion Bolicaut.
You spoke to me on Yohann Poulain's phone.
Please stand!
Stand!
In front of me.
I need a piss.
- Now? - Yes.
Go on.
Move.
Open the trunk.
Open the bag.
Is that clear?
Close the trunk.
- I'm not Sanchez. - Right.
- I swear I was fooling. - You are Sanchez.
Get in.
Get in, I said...
I'm not Sanchez.
You say that because you feel guilty.
You're scared of jail.
Jail's no fun but it's too late now.
I made it up.
Everything. I don't know why.
I don't know. It was stupid but I couldn't stop myself.
- I'm not Sanchez. Believe me. - I don't. Get in.
You drive. No other way.
I don't know how you're rated
but you'll look silly after the DNA test.
I hope it's your first mistake.
- No more uniform. - Enough!
I can't think!
Get out.
Get out!
That way!
Over you go. Don't worry, the alarm's busted.
- You're loony. - I am not. Up you go.
If you do that again, I'll shoot your leg.
Wait!
I'm not Sanchez!
I'm not Sanchez.
I'm Didier Gérard. I sell pools.
- And I'm an idiot? - I work at Spa!
- Spa Pools! - Never heard of it.
Spit!
- I'm not Sanchez. - Just spit!
Again.
Results in two days.
You'll regret this! It won't help!
I'm doing you a favor.
Everything you say, I'll bring up in court.
I'm under oath.
Draguignan, Les Arcs, La Motte, Plan de la Tour
and Le Muy.
Quick, thanks.
You've done the hotels,
you've done the hostels,
and the hotel F1's. All the F1 hotels.
You feel you've covered the ground.
Time to wake up!
Fools think hotels are hiding places.
That's in every TV series. It's over.
Old Sanchez, how long we been after him?
It's been ten years! So he's no fool.
If I were to hide,
where would I go?
Think.
I'd go there!
In front of your eyes, on that rock.
Let's cover that rock.
Only let's do it intelligently, discreetly.
As to manpower, we'll handle it the simple way.
No brain knots please.
My sergeant will give you your orders.
Thank you, gents. Off we go.
We've got our orders. Let's go indoors.
- Yohann? - He hasn't called!
He won't, it's over.
- What's going on, Marion? - Who's he?
Yohann Poulain, Var Matin Draguignan Bureau Chief.
- Stamp on him. - You SWAT people are hilarious.
I'm Yohann Poulain,
I had a deal with the Inspector about this case.
- A deal? - Yes...
In your cars!
Colonel!
You got that. The Argens Bras Garage
filed a complaints about a white SUV.
Boris located the GPS. The SUV is at the rock.
Shit!
Better confess to being Sanchez!
The DNA tests will take time. We have no time now, understand?
We'll lose the gag, don't yell.
I'll need you to shut up.
I won't take any risks.
- You want to kill me? - Confess.
- I'm hungry. I'm thirsty. - Confess.
My name is Didier Gerard.
No DNA needed. Go to Spa Pools. Ask for Eric Fleury.
I've worked there for seven years.
Go and check.
I sell pools.
I live at Le Peical
There's a woman who cries a lot. My wife.
And three kids who wonder why.
Go on. Get off my back.
I don't like you.
This is getting nowhere.
Nowhere at all.
Pools! Just because we're in a pool-house.
I know how you function.
Stop fooling around.
Admit you're Paul Sanchez.
It'll be easier for everyone.
You're very slow, for a cop.
- I want your boss. - No.
There's food in the kitchen.
- See, I know the house. - Right, you know food's in the kitchen!
I'm starving.
It isn't true.
I am Paul Sanchez.
You saying you're Sanchez?
The tyrannical bastard wants cash payments. I'll get him.
The frigid vampire that's never satisfied, I'll get her.
The neighbors at their shutters, I'll get them.
You'll get no one!
Pustulant toads dripping with gold chains, bracelets, rings,
that never look me in the eye, only my shoes.
I'll get them.
The upstarts who can't afford their pools.
and complain about me to the tyrant for a discount, I'll get them.
I'm Sanchez.
We're all Sanchez.
Except you.
You're a slave to the tyrant.
I don't like you.
You're really pathetic.
All you do is hide in a hole, and spit insults.
You have no sense of responsibility.
You're a bastard, a coward.
I'm Sanchez.
- I'm as brave as him. - Shut up!
- Marion? Where are you? - Coming, Sir!
They've found tracks and a tarpaulin.
The SWAT team wants us to call in hunters.
- I'll come to you.. - No, I'll be right there.
Where are we going, Sir?
- Not joining the beaters? - Never mind them.
You understand nothing.
If I were Sanchez and I saw the beaters,
what would I do?
Use water. Do you understand?
- That's clever, Sir. - Have to go upstream.
We go upstream?
I go upstream. You call in the shooting club.
How do I find them?
Go through Yohann. A return on investment.
You have to be dumb to think hunters can track a fugitive.
Stuff the SWAT team.
Mr. Fleury will be with you soon.
- That's Paul Sanchez? - No, it's Didier Gérard, our salesman.
Can I see him?
Sorry, we've not seen him for a week. He's vanished.
- Do you know where he lives? - Behind Le Peical.
Didn't his wife report a missing person?
She comes every day with three kids.
- He has four kids. - No, three.
Thank you.
- And Mr. Fleury? - Tell him I'll be back.
And it's about?
Paul Sanchez?
It's me, yes.
Hands on your head!
You're under arrest.
What'll you do with me?
Tie me up?
Lock me in a pool-house?
- Or a cave? - Quiet! Move!
- You've got something on me? - Move!
- Want to play the sheriff? - Shut up!
I'll talk if I want!
That's a human right. Even murderers are allowed to talk.
It's in the Constitution.
Read the constitution, have we?
I don't think so. You prefer fishing expeditions.
Don't talk. Move!
No one can arrest me.
Nothing will stop me.
We can't walk through this water. Climb onto the bank.
Die, bastard!
Marion?
How's the shooting club?
The shooting club? I'm on my way
What's the honking?
Nothing.
Sanchez knocked me out.
Which Sanchez?
Sorry?
I mean...
Where? How?.
In the stream. I was right about that, see?
He got my gun.
He got your gun!
There's a madman running around with my 9mm.
What about the beaters? Why's it not done?
Why did I trust you!
Don't shout at me, Sir!
- What's Sanchez like? - The hunters Marion. It's urgent.
Marion called me about the shooting club.
I knew she was hiding something
but I went for it.
At last. This was it.
This was the life.
It was major.
Marion wasn't through though.
It wasn't Sanchez, so she was at a loss.
Why had he run away?
What did he want? To get shot?
She was a policewoman. She'd protect him from himself.
She knew he'd go see his kids one last time
En route she realized she'd got it wrong.
He didn't want to die. He wanted to kill.
In her statement, Carole Baudry, doctor of Le Muy,
said she stopped to help a man lying in the road.
He pressed a 9mm to her throat, pushed her into a ditch
and took her car.
His eyes were wild. He made no sense.
She diagnosed acute delirium.
Go on, move!
Move!
- My family's inside. - If that was so, you'd not tell me.
Go on. Move.
- Your safe? - I don't have one.
- No safe? - No.
You get paid cash. I've seen.
I have none.
OK. I have a safe.
Put that in there.
Make a knot.
Tighter.
In the bath.
Go on.
On all fours.
On all fours, I said!
Did you find him?
Yes.
Where is he?
It's complicated.
- Where are the kids? - At school.
- We have to go. - Where is he?
- He's coming. We have to go. - Why?
He's delirious.
- He's become a killer. - That's ridiculous.
Quick! He'll kill you and the kids.
- You're mad! - He thinks he's Sanchez.
He'll kill you.
Don't you get it?
He wants blood. He's flipped.
- Flipped? How? - He's sick of life with you.
With me? I don't understand.
It's hard I know. But it's the truth.
Let's go.
You're lying. He didn't say that.
I don't believe you.
Open up!
How come you're alone?
There should be more police.
There ought to be cars and sirens.
Where are the others?
I don't believe you!
It's Marion, Sir.
What is it now!?
Sanchez is Didier Gérard.
I'm at his place. Please come. He'll kill his wife and kids.
What?
The fugitive is Didier Gérard. In the stream.
He's got your gun. He wants to kill his wife and kids.
I'm in Sanchez's house with his wife.
Please come now. There will be a massacre!
Stop. Calm down.
He told me he was Paul Sanchez!
He was lying!
I told you, he keeps lying.
I locked him in the pool-house, he lied to me too.
It took me ages to work out who he is.
He's clever, he's twisted, he's manipulative.
You have to believe me. I know about perverse liars.
You're out of your mind. Calm down.
Give me the SWAT colonel. He'll believe me.
Things get tough, and the weak-hearted fail.
Every war is the same.
It's your turn this time, Marion.
Didier.
Didier. Why did you do this to me?
You've abandoned me. It's disgusting.
You know I'm not well, don't you? You go off just like that.
You leave me the kid shit.
You know I'm not well!
I don't want to see you. I don't want to talk to you!
Don't touch me!
Look at me. How do I cope?
Shut up, I'll kill you.
- Didier... - I'll shoot.
I'll shoot, I don't care.
Inspector, Marion here.
Please come.
I killed him.
She said it was her first.
She'd never killed a man.
I got to the crime scene with the Inspector.
A highly civilized man I have to say.
I was the only representative of the press.
I had all the cards.
I knew Sanchez was not Sanchez.
She'd made a big mistake.
The inquest found Marion had acted professionally.
In any case,
Elsa, Didier Gérard's wife,
testified he wanted to kill her and her kids.
She said Marion saved her life.
- Did they find the money? - Of course.
In the towel.
Not where the money came from.
- How much? - 370,000 euros.
That's a lot.
Enough for a pool.
His wife didn't finish it.
She bought an SUV, the one he'd chosen.
She sold the house, took her kids to eastern France.
Don't tell us. The end is in "Paul Sanchez is back!"
One last question. Why the book?
Every butcher writes about sausage-making. Why not me?
- Are you a butcher? - No, sorry.
To be serious,
there was a mystery.
Didier Gérard is dead.
The police can't talk, as Sanchez is on the run.
I had all the cards
It's an excellent read, very lively.
Arthur Leryo Books. "Paul Sanchez is back!"
Since you're here I'd like to announce
that you're joining our team.
- Can I just add something? - Quick.
Marion vanished when she resigned.
I want to put out a call.
If you see her,
say I'm looking for her.