Bleu Catacombes

To our first meeting.

Lord, give me strength,

cast a favorable eye over my hands' work

so I can complete what I did with your help.

Dear Lord, give me strength.

BLUE CATACOMBS

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Rousseau - Missed Call

Oh, no. Shit!

Thank you. Hi.

CATACOMBS ENTRANCE

Hello, Commander. To the left.

OK. Thanks.

Hello.

Where the hell were you, De Luca?

Man. Caucasian. Sixties. Capped teeth.

Tanned.

Hair well-cared for.

Who found it?

A tour guide.

We're searching for the body.

We haven't finished. It's an underground city.

Odd for a beheading.

Between Masses and wild parties, it's a crazy spot.

- Is it fresh? - Very.

- "It's fresh"! - Cut off last night.

Well, 7 or 8 hours ago, maximum.

It's very clean cut. It was an expert

in bladed weapons. - He's trained?

- It's not easy. - What's the weapon?

A very sharp blade...

Like... a Japanese sword.

You said the teeth were capped?

I counted 6 tooth implants.

He bought a nice mouth.

See you at the morgue...

A decapitated head...

left here in a burlap sack... Feels like a set-up.

Seriously?

What do you mean?

That the beheading happened somewhere else?

The murderer took the time to go into the catacombs

and leave the head with all these skulls.

It must mean something.

He left it during a tour.

No. Impossible.

Someone would notice.

You have to leave bags with the bag check.

And there are cameras.

Do we stop the search, Boss?

Don't stop anything!

Borel, make a list of cosmetic dentists.

You, take care of the guide and tourists.

I want a list of everyone with access

to the catacombs. Get to work!

Maybe the murderer didn't use the main entrance,

but another one? - What is he?

A cataphile?

Someone who knows the catacombs well.

Look into that,

if I dare say so.

Take a photo, De Luca. Stop your scribbling.

I'd just started my first tour.

I'd brought the group to the ossuary.

I was telling them about the catacombs' origin.

And...

Then I saw the bag.

What did you do?

Try to remember. Take your time.

I went over to it...

Who has access to the catacombs?

Commander De Luca, Eva Lebouc.

Do the employees have keys?

No.

The guard has them.

We talked to him.

He was with his wife, and the keys weren't stolen.

You don't need keys to get to the catacombs.

Cataphiles always come in through

secret entrances.

Is there a map?

Of course.

Speak to the site manager.

- What's his name? - Alexandre de Montalembert.

Carnavalet Museum of Parisian History

We have to keep an eye out.

But rest assured. I've taken steps

to secure the entries.

The cops want to see the CCTV.

Let them. We're an effective division, right?

Please go back to your offices.

Excuse me. Commander De Luca, Major Crimes.

Oh, yes. My secretary told me.

Please sit down.

Do you have an identity?

We're looking for a body.

If you want to search 250 km, it'll take a while.

Exactly.

Can you show me a detailed map?

My colleagues provided one.

Yes. I need one that shows

the secret passages. - Non-authorized entries?

Yes!

A confidential map.

It's over here.

Most of these entries are closed, or patrolled by GMI.

General Mines Inspection.

Show me where the head was.

Right...

here.

Where's the nearest entrance?

It's not hard...

right here.

If I recall, there's a gate blocking it.

I'd like to see it.

I can organize something.

I should go at night.

I want to visit in the same conditions.

Profiler?

Not really, but I work a little like that.

Give me your number. I'll find a guide.

Do you have a pen?

Here.

Sorry to do this to you, but...

Do you recognize this face?

Oh, wow...

I warned you.

No, it's not that.

It doesn't look like a beheading.

Because it's fresh.

Just a moment...

Do you recognize him?

What... Yes.

I've seen him...

It can't be!

Yes, it's him...

Who is it?

Maximilien Müller.

A world-famous contemporary artist.

Step it up. The press will be there.

I won't tell them the victim's identity.

Not yet.

You can't hide it.

Give me a day to see the family.

- Counsel. - Hello.

His only family is his wife, Lydia.

Be careful. She's as famous as her husband.

- Let's go, Boss. - Where?

To see the widow. Yesterday we found...

See if the body isn't under their bed.

Stay here. There's work to do.

De Luca, come with me.

- Yes? - Police.

- Please wait here. - Thank you.

Thank you.

Lydia Müller was an underground icon

in the 1970s.

My wife...

My wife loved her...

Got to be careful with an icon, he says.

- Who? - The prosecutor.

Yes, of course.

So don't say anything.

She'll see you.

- Hello. - Ma'am.

You wanted to see me, Inspector?

Commissioner Rousseau.

This is Commander De Luca.

- Come in. - Thank you.

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

Lucie, can you tell London Mr. Rupe hasn't changed his mind?

And find my husband.

Tea? Coffee?

- Tea, please. - Coffee for me.

It's about Max,

isn't it? - Yes.

- What did he do, this time? - This time?

It's not the first time the police have come here.

You know artists.

They always need excitement, to rebel.

Like spoiled kids.

Max is no exception.

When was the last time the police were here?

New Year's Day.

Who is Mr. Rupe?

A collector.

He wants to buy one of Max's paintings.

He was supposed to see Max this morning.

Max didn't go.

He likes standing up collectors.

He likes turning off his phone for days.

He loves it when people worry about him.

So what did my husband do?

Has there been an accident?

Can you give me the address of his workshop, Mrs Müller?

2, rue de Montpensier.

- What unit are you? - Major Crimes.

There's light.