Police!
Stop!
Turn around!
Fucking turn around!
Your hood!
Take your hood off!
Camille! Camille, stop!
What are you doing? Huh?
Come on.
What are you doing?
I'll be sure to.
The Prosecutor is thrilled
to have another corpse.
OK. Do we know any more?
Capt. Roland Parel, 17th Para-Engineers Regiment.
Operations included in the Sahel. 7 years retired.
In his cellar we found Simone's passport...
A survival blanket, a bag.
It's to fool the thermal detectors.
They wrap up in the blanket and breathe into the bag.
Simone wanted to try her luck in England.
Why was it at Parel's?
No idea, but it seems he'd begun migrant-smuggling.
Makes sense.
Get us all you can on this guy:
phone, bank account, service record in Africa, the works.
I'll get my guys on it.
I'm getting pressure, I need results.
Tell them to get off their arses and come and get their hands dirty.
Tell them from me, OK?
I'll tell them!
But he tried to strangle me!
He was hiding to save his life.
Thanks to you, he's now at risk.
Africans are wary of his ilk.
You mean albinos? - Yes.
People think them god-like, with powers.
They are killed, sacrificed
to end an epidemic or a famine,
or to ward off evil.
If the Fula discover there's an albino,
they'll all believe Souleymane brought Kenbaltyu.
If you'd said he was there, there'd be no incident.
When will you trust me?
I'm not your foe, I'm here for the killer.
As long as he's here, the whole camp is in danger,
not just him. - So you met Zakaria?
What?
The money you gave Zakaria
was to get him out of here?
Look, we're at a tipping point here.
The ethnic groups will blame each other for the demon.
I hate Zakaria but only he can get Souleymane out fast.
Better not to hang around.
Parel spent his career in Africa.
Gabon, Senegal, Mauritania.
Then he was a mercenary in the Sahel
for a few years. A year ago he was in Mali.
Twice widowed, African wives.
Children? - No.
Did he smuggle to pay the bills?
And why eviscerate this girl?
Parel kills Simone, guts her.
Parel is killed, gutted. Eye for an eye.
You could put it like that.
Was Parel killed for killing Simone
or for dressing it up as a ritual killing?
So the jungle gets blamed.
Enough to get killed? - Don't mess with tribal beliefs.
Question is, how did Parel's killer
know so quickly he killed the girl?
Parel was in Mali.
Simone was Malian, did they meet?
Is it why he killed her?
A lot of maybes. - I know.
I think we need to look into his mercenary past.
That's my cover blown.
Thank you from him.
An albino? - Yes.
Truth is, he was terrified.
Luckily I didn't get my gun out in the crowd!
Nice lunch, eh?
So, Parel,
his job in Mali was to hire gold mine workers.
By hire, I mean a gun to the head and a monthly fee.
So, a slave-driver. - Yes.
Holy fuck.
It gets worse.
This arsehole, here, Long John.
Warlord of a very cruel militia.
The mine owners paid Parel millions
to terrorise the villagers.
What an arsehole.
Every mine in north Mali used his slave labour.
How does Simone fit in?
She lived near the mines.
What's the story? She witnessed dirty practices,
meets Parel to get to the UK, dies for what she knows?
I need you to tell me.
Are other migrants from these areas? Get talking!
Won't be easy, with the return of Kenbaltyu in the jungle.
This demon shit is freaking them all out.
What is it?
I see how lucky I am.
To not be it!
I'm from this side of the fence.
Alright, I'll pay.
How much do I owe you, please?
Keep the change. - Thank you.
Can I borrow this?
Do you have your library card?
Is this really a good idea?
He's on Parel's phone records 20 times, many the night she died.
But Charlier said he's untouchable.
I won't touch him, just talk.
Clearly they don't like women here.
I'll update you later. Supt. Niémans.
Don't make me play the bad cop, OK?
If I was intolerant, would I let a non-believer into my mosque?
Would you prefer outside?
A girl was killed, disembowelled, had the mark of...
Kenbaltyu on her forehead, yes.
I know everything in here.
So you know who killed her?
Well, almost everything then.
Did you know her? - Not really.
Yet you're from the same region, Kadiolo I think.
It's a big region. - It's a big region, right.
Do you know the name Roland Parel?
No.
Yet you exchanged dozens of calls.
I get calls from people for guidance on converting to Islam.
Look, if you stopped messing... whoa!
Or you could leave my mosque?
You're not at home here.
You're wasting your time.
We will meet again.
Trust me, we'll meet again.
I hope you have an explanation, preferably a rational one.
I've never seen this before.
5 minutes of noises.
Poor guard nearly had a heart attack.
How can a corpse come back to life, even for five minutes?
Maybe tetrodotoxin.
It's found in certain poisons.
A neurotoxin that blocks nerve signals.
A high dose is deadly. A low dose mimics death.
It's used a lot in voodoo rituals.
We call it... - Zombie powder.
I'm a good cop, I've read books.
So, how long to confirm it?
When toxicology send it back, so hours.
Lucky the autopsy's today: you would've killed him!
Right, speak soon.
Hello?
I'm not nuts... Parel wasn't dead.
He wasn't dead?- No.
He was injected with TTX.
TTX?- Tetrodotoxin.
It's a poison from voodoo rituals
that simulates death.
We need to know who in the camp can make such a mix.
OK.
I think I have an idea. - Be careful. Bye.
For the twins' mother.
We need to talk.
Follow me.
Last night, a man bearing the sign of Kenbaltyu,
found clinically dead, came to life for 5 minutes.
Can you help me fathom that?
According to certain rituals,
if a tribe member was to be punished by death for a crime,
the village sorcerer would give him zombie powder before his sacrifice.
He would die, then come back to life.
Like a second birth, all crime wiped away.
But that was a very long time ago.
Do you make this zombie powder?
No.
I only perform white magic,
magic that helps people. I don't do that stuff.
And if it wasn't you who made this,
is there anyone here who can?
Sorcerers, here...
there are probably
more than you can believe.
You don't know me. Why did you give me that necklace?
I saw you with little Ngitouka.
I felt the love
and the sadness.
A deep sadness.
The necklace is there to help.
It's the veve of the path to happiness.
It will protect you, sooner or later.
I don't believe in all that.
Belief is what makes the unacceptable acceptable.
I'm always there for good people whose soul is suffering.
If you need to,
come and see me.
Alone.
Where?
No one will bother us there.
It's a sacred place, a taboo sanctuary that no one will violate.
Belief is what makes the unacceptable acceptable.
What?
That's what the witch Mélite told me today.
Ah! The witch!
I'm starting to get fed up of these witch stories and shit.
Makes the unacceptable acceptable.
What if we've got it all wrong, both of us?
Long John and Parel got the mines labour
by scouring isolated villages.
How do you explain that no one has ever rebelled?
Or that a population can fall under ancestral beliefs?
You only need blame the demon.
Just say it's Kenbaltyu's fault.
Naming it is not enough.
It must be shown. In person.
Remember what I said about sacrificial rites:
Kenbaltyu possessed the sorcerer.
That let him manipulate and dominate his peers.
So?
Long John used someone to embody Kenbaltyu?
Parel? - No.
Not a white guy, no.
No, someone from home.
A guy charismatic, impressive enough to do the job.
A sorcerer from home.
To make the unacceptable acceptable.
Understood? - Yes.
My contacts at the border will call back.
Soon.
I promise you.
And this mercenary, Long John,
what's his role in this story?
What did he do in Mali?
He wasn't just some mercenary the whites paid so their mines ran.
He was a sadist, a pervert,
who enjoyed torturing people.
Who told you that?
I've dealt with men, women and kids who came through his grip,
the lucky ones who survived him.
They all said the same:
that Long John was just obeying Kenbaltyu.
Do you think demons exist?
I don't know.
Hang on, people are terrified of Kenbaltyu and refuse to talk,
as they're afraid. That I can understand, but you're rational!
You think me rational,
but I've seen things in Africa beyond the rational.
So it is possible
that Kenbaltyu could exist.
Was Simone a victim of Long John in Mali?
Are other victims here?
I need to know. They may be in danger.
Tomorrow morning, talk to your necklace lady.
Mélite?
Look, I know you were a Long John victim.
I think there's only you who can make zombie powder.
I'd just like to know who you made it for.
Mélite?
Fuck.
She wanted to leave, too. Did she say?
No.
Superintendent? - Yes?
See the pupil and cyanosis of the lips?
The toxicology will confirm it,
but I would say TTX poisoning.
And in a high dose.
Zombie powder.
Are we sure she's dead? - I checked twice!
How could I have known she would abandon us?
She's a key community figure, too.
Stop stringing us along now, OK?
Tell us everything or I deport you. Clear?
Mélite came to see me
to help her get to England.
I said I can't help. The last spot was for Souleymane.
So she went to negotiate with Zakaria
directly for the next convoy.
She went to see Zakaria? - Yes.
Why did she want to leave?
She was afraid of Kenbaltyu.
She said Kenbaltyu was back and was in the jungle, in person.
Did she say who that involved?
Is there anyone else here who was a Kenbaltyu victim in Mali?
Who could describe it?
Yes.
The person I try to protect.
Souleymane.
He'll talk about Kenbaltyu.
You can trust me.
I promise.
His village was massacred and he fell into Long John's hands.
It lasted a few weeks.
Long John fell ill.
Kenbaltyu said only albino blood could save him.
So, for days,
Long John drank Souleymane's blood. Yet he died.
Did you see Kenbaltyu?
Can he describe him?
Tall.
The tallest person he's ever seen.
Skin very black. Face full of tattoos.
What is it? What are you saying?
He says he's the next corpse. He will die tonight.
What? - Kenbaltyu warned him.
He's still in the camp?
You confirm all will be ready? - Yes.
Sure? - Yeah, yeah.
Tell them to hurry. I have to confirm.
OK.
One hour.
I'll call in one hour. I will call.
Superintendent, what didn't you get before?
Woah, woah, woah, do not move!
Do not move!
Do not move.
Nobody moves, alright?
What's wrong? Is there a problem?
Fucking keep going!
You have no right. Not to me!
Do we have an arrest warrant? - No, sir.
Pierre? - Yeah?
We're beyond the pale. - Some might say.
Sure there's no warrant on your desk?
Look hard enough, you'll find one.
Yes, you're right. I'll do that.
You think anything goes with a migrant?
Sure. Get in there, shut up!
There's still time. He has to get out of here.
He's safe now. - Safe?
If Kenbaltyu got this close,
he'll try again. - OK, enough Kenbaltyu.
It's just a man using a demon to scare people.
A man has him that scared?
Look at him! Simone and Mélite are dead.
Kenbaltyu will come back and you won't be able to stop him.
What's going on?
It's mayhem! They want Souleymane. What do we do?
Take shelter.
Do you recognise them?
Hey, I'm talking to you!
Stay with me, eh? Look.
Simone.
Mélite, the camp witch.
Look at the photos.
Two corpses, who had been UK-bound
via your network with Parel, your pal who killed Simone.
I have nothing to say.
You don't know who you're dealing with. - Exactly.
I want to know who it is, your Kenbaltyu, this psychopath.
Talk, I'm listening.
If I talk, I'm a dead man.
Who is it? I'll protect you, I promise.
You have my word. What's the link between Simone,
Parel, all the Kenbaltyu shit, you? What went on in Mali?
What's the link? Talk! What's your fear?
Talk!
Simone came from my village.
We knew each other.
One day, Long John and his men
came to take villagers for a gold mine.
You were a slave of his?
Resisters got their hands cut off
or shot in the head.
Men and women, no difference.
You never forget.
Me, I was sent into the mine,
where I honed my faith to survive.
And Simone?
Long John kept her with him.
I didn't see her until she arrived here.
Why did he keep her?
He liked her? To screw her?
No, he prefers them younger,
much younger.
Simone was for his boss, Kenbaltyu.
So that's the story?
Kenbaltyu came for revenge on Parel, who'd killed his woman?
He is back. He'll only stop when he's got them all.
All who wronged him or say too much,
like Mélite.
A souvenir from the mines.
I saw him kill Parel.
He made me drive him there for his revenge.
He made me watch everything,
what he did to him in the sacrifice.
I saw him remove his entrails while he was still alive.
Using Mélite's TTX.
Soon it will be my turn.
Kenbaltyu kills everyone who betrays him.
They're smashing the gates to get to Souleymane.
We can't stay here.
Get Souleymane to the crowd control checkpoint, OK?
OK.- Camille, don't take risks.
Fire at the crowd if needed.
I'm not there yet, I hope.
That way.
You'll see stairs down into a service tunnel.
It leads to the other building. You'll see the exit.
OK, say I believe you,
that it's about revenge.
I don't see a motive.
Why would Roland Parel,
your partner
in your smuggling network,
eliminate Simone?
Hey! - It's his fault!
I let him host Simone for a night on his farm, far from the camp,
before her crossing to England.
Yet he knew she was Kenbaltyu's protégée.
Parel always liked African women.
He couldn't help himself.
He rang in the middle of the night to say he'd fucked up.
Fucked up how? Rape gone wrong?
He suffocated her.
By accident, he said.
He dressed it up as voodoo
to pin it on Kenbaltyu
and cause chaos in camp so he's in the clear?
Put your hood up.
We'll go that way.
Shit!
We'll go there. We've no choice.
They won't dare enter. Go!
If you want protection, you need to tell the truth.
Who is Kenbaltyu?
Who is this sicko? The Professor?
Is that it, the Professor? Is it him?
Who's manipulating and terrifying everyone?
Fucking tell me who!
Maanin jé.
Maanin jé? I don't know what that is.
It means little man turning white.
Superintendent?
Niémans!
Shit!
Let us through.
Fucking back off!
Souleymane, go through!
Souleymane, fucking go through!
Watch it!
Pick up, go on! - Delaunay...
You going to explain?
Camille, Kenbaltyu is Souleymane. He's our guy, OK?
Take care. We're en route.
They're after Souleymane for being Kenbaltyu, not albino.
He slayed their families.
Souleymane?
You have one new message.
Camille, Kenbaltyu is Souleymane.
He's our guy, OK? Take care. We're en route.
What the fuck are you doing? A cop's being lynched.
We can't go in without a formal order.
Come on, move! Out the way! Step aside!
Out the way!
Don't do anything silly, Souleymane. OK?
Act wise.
Do you hear me?
I'm your only way out.
They want to kill you.
You get what I'm saying?
They want to kill you.
Drop your weapon, man.
Drop the weapon.
You know what?
I could just kill you now.
Look.
See what I'm about to do.
Niémans, no.
I know what I'm doing.
I'm here as a friend, alright?
But you must listen to me.
You must listen. Look at me!
Kenbaltyu avenged Simone's death.
You must let him go now.
Alright?
You must become yourself again. Now.
Look at me when I talk to you.
Become you again, Souleymane.
Put the weapon down. Let her go.
Please.
It's alright. It's OK.
It's going to be OK.
This is a bit special. - It is the speciality!
The speciality is foul!
It has to be deliberate.
A way to stop migrants staying, for sure.
Nice working with you, sir.
Not a word I'd use about me but it's kind, I'll take it!
Things going to be OK? - Yes, calm is returning.
It will take time.
I failed to understand Souleymane.
Are you still worried for him?
No, not for him.
He must pay for his crimes.
But for his soul...
We all have demons, Prof.
Aha, we looked everywhere for you!
Yes, you appear like a ghost!
Why, thank you!
Would you like some? - Oh, yes please.
You should taste it first!
One for chilli fans! - One sec!
You're going to be OK.
I promise.