Blind Man (A L'aveugle) (À l'aveugle)

Would you come in? I don't trust it

Okay

- I'll look upstairs - Thank you

- It's fine, there is no one. - Please

No, thank you

10 seconds.

This had better be important I'll be there in an hour

On the window, there is not splatter but stripes...

and sort of abstract drawings, made with the limbs of the victim.

There is Blood Type O+ on the ground, the bar and the walls.

The victim was cut up at the bar into fifteen pieces.

Her limbs were sawn into thirds and she was decapitated.

It could have a meaning. A 'signature' or a ritual.

Two glasses of white wine.

The second possibly from the killer.

- This is a crime scene, not a circus. I want just my own people in here.

The others have 30 seconds to leave.

- Commander? - Héloïse

- Simon, not now, please. Wait. Thank you.

I'm listening, Héloïse.

There is not much to tell yet.

We're still picking up the pieces.

Yes... of course

- The security camera in the hall? - We have the recording, but it hasn't worked for two days

- What day is it? - Monday.

No, wait, now it's Tuesday.

- What's up there? - It's the bedroom.

- The victim? - Isabelle Royer, 33, unmarried, and cultural advisor.

- Cultural advisor. - It's important, culture.

Ah yes.

- Any signs of forced entry? - None.

Vermulen is interrogating the neighbors. Marchand and Briand are also on it.

We are checking fingerprints.

We'll find nothing.

- Why do you say that? You can expect anything with psychopaths, right?

I don't know if he is a psychopath, but he is surely a professional.

No forced entry, surveillence camera broken 48 hours before the crime...

...before the week-end, to ensure it cannot be repaired.

He planned his coup. He hid, he waited and he killed.

Then he cut her into pieces. He knew what he was doing.

He knew.

He must be very disturbed.

And did not want this to go unnoticed.

- Tell everyone on the surveillence cameras to get recordings for one month preceding the crime. - Yes.

- Where are you going? - To have a shower. You want the details?

- How long? - I worked for her for 10 days.

- How did she contact you? - Directly.

Since I started driving, there was a lot of work at the Ministry.

In the 10 days you knew Isabelle Royer, did you notice anything you thought strange?

She was nervous. Very nervous.

- She kept trying to ring someone, and it wasn't answered.

- Do you know who she rang? - No, but it drove her crazy.

She insisted I examine her apartment almost every night before she slept.

- She was afraid. - What was she afraid of?

Her ex. I never met him. - Warnas

- Matthieu Warnas? - Do you know him?

- He's been hospitalized. - Do you know the reason?

- No, not yet. - Are you waiting for an invitation?

And last night, you searched the apartment?

Yes.

You're sure there was no one?

Think before answering.

You worked for a paranoid who wanted you to check her room every night.

I understand that you can get tired of it.

But if I find out that the killer was at her place while you deny it

I will see that as a violation of your professional duty.

Worse, as evidence of complicity. Unless you change your statement.

- It was already late. I realized I could not stay.

She was too eager for me to stay. - How flattering.

- Nobody else had something to gain. - I am not like that

- No, you only do your work - If there was someone hidden, I never saw.

- I didn't have a chance to look. - You just didn't look.

I'm sure Isabelle Royer would gladly accept your excuses but she's been cut up.

- How so? - In 15 pieces. With a saw.

Would you like to see?

I've taken a deposition from the neighbor on the third floor.

- The one who beat his wife. - What does his wife say?

She says it was a year ago, and after after two complaints over three months.

- I'll see her tomorrow - Anything else?

- Nothing important, besides Warnas. - Matthieu Warnas, photographer, painter, artist.

Well qualified, but that didn't prevent two stints in jail.

It was a drug rap, nothing like this. It doesn't make him a psychopath.

There is also the hospital evidence.

According to medical records, he is paranoid and hallucinates.

- You are sure this is the address? - Yes, but I have not called ahead.

- Why not? - I don't know, for the surprise.

I don't like surprises.

Yes?

Hello Warnas, it's Lassalle. Do you remember me?

- The cop? - Good!

Your memory is not fried, despite what you inhale.

I don't want to bother you but I need to verify your address.

Are you at 10 rue Bouve?

The grey door?

Why are you asking this?

Because I need to ask a few questions.

We could do this by phone, but...

face to face is better, isn't it?

One to one?

Or we can go down to police headquarters.

Thursday or Friday?

Which is better?

No, the phone will be fine.

Do you know a certain Isabelle Royer?

You hesitate, mmm? Answer my question

I wouldn't deny it It would mean you're lying to me.

I already don't trust you, and it'll make me come looking.

- Is that what you want? - Wait, I haven't say anything yet

Well hurry up, I have other things to do

OK... I know her.

When was the last time you saw her?

Warnas, I'm talking to you!

- What do you want from me? - Just answer me.

My job is to ask the questions your job is to answer them

because you do not want problems

Answer me

When did you see her the last time?

I'm going to say nothing because I want nothing to do with it.

Is that clear?

Don't worry. It's because she is dead.

What are you doing?

Hey, listen to me

This way is cut off.

Don't move!

Go ahead and shoot!

Nice place you've got here

Go ahead, shoot! Who's not moving now?

You think you could come into my business, just like this?

Héloïse, could you go outside and wait please?

No, you stay here. Stay and put your gun down.

Gun on the floor, I said!

Keep your weapon and do as I say.

Say here! Come back!

Come back here, you bitch!

I said come back!

- And close the door - I told her to stay, that bitch!

What can we do. This is the modern woman.

They have their own heads.

If you try anything, I'll blow it.

Do you understand?

- Could you explain it because I'm tired - None of this matters, he's a cop.

You sold me out!

Are you Narcotics?

I want to stay in this business!

I don't hear anything. Is everything OK?

It's fine, Héloïse, it's fine.

Send your whore away from the door. Or I'll blow everything!

First, she's not a whore.

She's a fantastic girl who does her job. Repeat.

Repeat!

She's a fantastic girl who does her job

Now listen to me well.

You will choose from these two options:

The first: I fire a bullet in your head,

take the grenade that will explode in 7 seconds

and throw it out the window into the courtyard

The second: You open your hand and I take the grenade

You'll have 7 seconds to get away because today I'm in a good mood

and I do not care about your fucking business.

Héloïse!

Take care of the moron! You, keep this.

What is it?

He's entering the factory.

She hired a bodyguard because she was afraid.

She was brutally killed, Warnas

She was cut into pieces. Not a pretty sight, ever.

Stop

Please stop.

We loved... We sincerely loved..

At first you mourn all the time

But after a few weeks, it will lessen. You'll see.

That is the worst of it. After a time, you resign...

but you don't forget anything

It just gets easier, that's all

This is the problem: you're not really sure you want the pain to leave

- It's complicated - She was never afraid of me

If you say she was, it's because she was afraid to tell the truth

- What is the truth? - I don't know anything

It's true she was afraid, but it had nothing to do with me

It was because of my job, she told me

What exactly is your job?

Why should I be the only suspect? She dated three men.

That's no reason to kill her.

- I didn't kill her! - I didn't say you killed her

I said that there wasn't sufficient reason to do it

You try to follow me but we never get there.

Yeah keep talking like I'm crazy...

after my commitment to the psychiatric hospital...

But you..

You never go crazy

At least once a day

And I have depression. Can you imagine?

Life is fucked, no?

I cheated

They made me suffer

They told me, but I refused. Then they followed me.

They took photos... of everything

I promise to tell the truth

Maybe it was one of those bastards that did it

- Don't let him go, ok? - I'm watching.