My poor darling.
How you must have suffered.
Yes.
THE CRIMSON RIVERS THE GLASS LINEAGE
Here you go. -Thanks.
So, do I get something now?
What's wrong with you? What is this?
What you asked for. -No it isn’t!
It is! -No, you've made a mistake!
You asked me to compare your DNA...
This is impossible! -I just did my job.
You made a mistake! -What's going on?
It's impossible! -What's going on?
What the hell? -Camille!
Who are you? -I'm a... friend.
A geneticist. She asked me to run a DNA comparison.
And? -No match!
The samples aren't related? -Nope.
Zero similarities.
Why? Should there have been? -Don't worry.
Camille.
It's not possible.
Give me that. -It's not possible, damn it!
There must be a logical explanation.
The DNA analysis should have been clear.
Michel must have made a mistake.
He ran the tests twice. He's sure.
So the sample was contaminated.
Have you considered the alternative?
That the Monferville boy isn't Leo?
Seriously? -What?
I may not have raised him, but I recognize my own son!
You're hard work, Camille, you know that?
I'll talk to Gaillard.
What the hell's going on?
Caroline de Monferville just called! -I'm sorry.
I told you to keep her under control!
It won't happen again. -Right.
You're leaving. -No I'm not.
Not before I've caught the bastards who just put me in hospital.
Where are we? -Lolo?
We're on it. -Right, we're on it.
Good.
Does "simul et singulis" mean anything to you?
Where did you find this? -At the crater.
In a cabin close to where little Herminien was abducted.
It means "be together and be oneself".
A 17th century motto of the Comédie-Française.
So? -So, it also features in a comic book.
One that was popular around 2010.
Something kids back then could have been into.
I don't follow.
What school was Herminien in? -Saint Francis of Assisi.
Well, whenever you're ready.
Shit.
Do you want to see a particular student?
No, I want to know if you've replaced your desks recently.
Our desks? -Your desks, yes.
Yes, we renovated three years ago. Why?
Have the toilets been repainted, too? -Of course!
Hygiene is of the highest priority here.
What are you looking for, exactly?
Something that hasn't changed in over a decade.
I was a student here myself, before becoming director.
These lockers were here even then. Can you imagine!
May I ask what you're looking for, exactly?
This.
And this.
I'm sorry, I don't understand.
Can you tell me who had these lockers from 2012 t0 2013?
Follow me.
Mom!
Hello? -Michel, I'm at the hotel.
Can you come get me? I need you. - Okay. I'm on my way.
Okay.
Do you remember these three students?
Yes, unfortunately.
Thanks.
Unfortunately?
Six years ago, we launched a social scheme
and took in some students from more modest backgrounds.
And they screwed up?
I wouldn't put it quite like that.
But yes, basically. These three were so bad they were expelled.
Do they still live around here? -I've heard they live in a caravan.
Close to the crater.
Were they ever suspects in the Monferville kidnapping?
Not that I know of.
They were wild, but they were just 17-year-old kids.
Sure.
Shit.
Hey!
Shit!
What are we doing? -Waiting.
Okay. Waiting for what?
For something to happen.
Right.
Room service!
Looks like someone's hungover today!
Open up.
Why did you lock me in? -Security, my darling.
Security? What are you afraid of?
When you were little, you were always running away.
Constantly disappearing and coming back.
Then one day, you never came back.
Do you think I'd let that happen again?
Drink.
"For the first time your mouth.
For the first time your voice
It is always the first time When your dress casually touches me."
Aragon.
Do you like poetry?
Movement.
Come on!
Wait, pull over.
Nice, a chauffeur and everything!
What's that? -Shit, she gave her a bag!
This is so exciting!
Okay, let's go. -I should wait a moment.
Go! -I'll be spotted!
PHARMACY
Stop. -What?
Stop! -Wait, I'll pull over!
You just handed over a package. What was it?
But...
I have a duty to my patients... -And I have a duty to society.
Shut up and tell me. -Excuse me?
We can do this the easy way or the hard way.
Leave
You want me to bring a team of cops to flip the place?
What do you want? -The Monferville prescription.
The name of the medicine you prescribe. Give it to me now.
Otherwise I'll flip this place on my own.
Doctor Nemours.
What's ciclosporin? -An immunosuppressant.
What does it treat? -Nothing. It suppresses antibodies.
For after an organ transplant?
Exactly.
Camille, wait! Camille!
For god's sake!
She's unbelievable!
How did you lose these idiots?
We interviewed the entire school.
Everyone had a solid alibi.
We found nothing. -That's exactly the problem.
I'm sure it was them who attacked me.
They'd never attack a cop.
It's not like I have "cop" written on my face!
That's what you think.
You idiot.
There they are.
Hey! Bring out the meat!
Get off me!
Shit!
Don't move!
Stop! Stop!
You play Russian Roulette? -It's automatic!
Even more fun. Go ahead, I'm listening.
I'm listening. -Okay, it was us!
What? -That attacked you.
We don't like being messed with!
Oh no? -No.
Well you're not so tough now you're all alone, huh?
Come on. On your knees, you little bitch.
Hands behind your head! -Stop, sir!
"Stop, sir"?
Alright, I'll stop.
What's in this piece of junk?
Huh? -Nothing!
There's nothing. -Yeah, right.
Christ, it smells like rotting dogs in here!
Well, well.
"The miraculous return of Herminien Monferville."
"End of a nightmare for the Monfervilles"
This an interest of yours?
I don't know. -You don't know?
We use it to wipe our asses. -Yeah?
Yeah, sure.
Shall we go again? -Stop!
Stop what? Listen, I'm crazy, alright?
Your partner's nuts! -This is his method.
I'm crazy, alright! -Okay! It was us!
What was? -Herminien! Stop!
We kidnapped Herminien.
In the car! Tell us everything at the station.
Who are you?
Doctor Nemours?
Oh, no.
I don't practice, I'm retired. -Yes.
But two days ago you wrote a prescription for the Monfervilles.
Get the hell out.
So, the Monfervilles and ciclosporin. Can you explain?
Don't bother, I won't talk.
Have you heard about Herminien's return?
Everyone has. -But it’s not Herminien. It's my son.
His name is Léo.
So I don't give a shit about the law or procedure.
What are the Monfervilles doing with my son?
I don't know. -Why did you prescribe ciclosporin?
I won't violate confidentiality.
Do they want to steal my son's organs?
Certainly not. -Then what the hell are they doing?
Okay, okay!
I'll show you.
What are you doing?
Get the hell out. Now! -Okay, okay!
Leave. -I'll get more people.
Then we'll come back.
I wouldn't waste your time.
What are you doing? Wait!
Do you never answer your phone? Where were you?
What's that look? What happened? -Nothing, it's okay.
Who's that?
One of the shits that attacked me.
And was very likely involved in Herminien's kidnapping.
So, the kidnapping...
Was it planned?
Not at all.
We found him hanging out all alone up at the crater, and...
He pissed us off, this filthy rich kid.
Why didn't you demand a ransom?
We did! 50,000 euros.
They didn't pay, so you killed the kid? -No way!
We didn't kill anyone! Anyway, they coughed up.
If the family paid, why didn't you let him go?
We did! We let the poof go! -The what?
The... The kid. We let him go!
The little shit's story confirms your hunch.
The Monfervilles used the abduction to get rid of their son.
The question is why.
I always thought it was an accident.
A fight between brothers that got out of hand, or something.
But if our thug's telling the truth, we're dealing with something else.
That means they needed a...
Mom... -Hello?
Mom, I messed up. Help me. -Léo?
You have to come get me. They're sick!
They're crazy. I don't know...
Léo, what's going on?
Léo calm down, talk to me! What are they doing?
They give me shots, meds, but I don't know...
What is he doing here?
What have you done now?
Go!
Get out of my sight!
Can you move?
Well,
were you trying to escape?
You don't taste like Monferville yet.
Back to your cell!
You will not disobey me!
Take him back.
I'll ask you nicely now, let me in.
Do you understand me?
Let me in!
She's a pain in the ass. Hey! Calm down! Let him go!
It's okay! -It's not okay.
Shit!
I'll handle it. -Calm her down!
You calm down. Get in!
Seriously.
Get out. -What, you're firing me?
I said get out!
I want to hear you out first.
We've got a lot to talk about, don't you think?
When were you going to tell me? -It was too busy at the station.
Then I got Léo's call. -A suicide...
Do you have any idea... -No one knows I was there!
The pharmacist? You think Gaillard's an idiot?
Listen, it's sad and all, but I really don't give a shit.
I just want Léo out. -What are you thinking?
Rescue by force. -I mean the Monfervilles!
What do you think they're up to? -I don't know!
You take cyclosporine during an organ transplant!
What are they doing to Léo?
Christ!
It's okay, come here.
We'll get him out of there, okay?
What are you doing with that kid?
Herminien?
Caroline,
you and I both know that Herminien is no longer alive.
That's what you've always claimed yet never proved.
Don't you think it's time to move on?
I'll ask you again.
What are you doing with that kid?
Taking care of him.
You know his mother's a cop?
And not the kind to give up. -And you?
Did you know she's already run a DNA test?
You didn't know?
Ask her for the results.
A gift! So you can compare my DNA
with that of "Herminien".
Then you'll see I'm not lying to you.
Camille, call me! I'm at the hospital.
I need my van.
Hello.
It's not a good idea to pose as a cop.
Technically, I did nothing wrong.
It was a favor for Camille. -That woman's a danger to society!
But don't worry, I'll forgive it.
If you do me a favor in return.
Hop to it.
Will you be okay?
I know how we can find another doctor with information.
This family's rolling in it. They must have life insurance.
Which means they had check-ups. We can trace the contracts.
I'll send in a team for your suicide,
but you two are going back to Paris right now.
I wouldn't do that. We have enough to reopen the case.
Yeah? You intimidate a pharmacist,
violate patient confidentiality, push a doctor to suicide.
All for what? A prescription!
Explain!
Camille has an interesting idea... -No, thank you.
This family must have life insurance.
Which means medical records.
The problem is, you really think I'm an idiot.
That was the first thing I thought of.
The Monfervilles never took out life insurance.
That makes no sense. -Can I finish?
They never took it out
because it was always refused.
Why?
Something was wrong, we never found out what.
We never got authorization to dig any further.
So we don't know why. Yes? Wait.
Yes. Go ahead.
Really? You're sure?
Okay, I'll be right over.
My little Léo.
Why are you calling me that?
Shh. It's our little secret!
What's going on here?
Why are you treating me like this?
Don't worry.
Soon, none of it will matter.
No. No, wait!
Hello. I have a meeting with Dr Mirveau.
Down the hall in the projection room.
Thanks.
... to investigate the fracture of the anterior skull base,
with a fracture of the orbital floor.
Left temporal fracture...
Dr Mirveau? -Yes?
We're here about the Monfervilles.
You examined them a little over ten years ago.
I remember. They are the most famous family in the region.
We'll keep this simple, Doctor.
Either you cooperate, or I shall be forced to apply more...
expeditious methods.
Are you sure you're cops? -Yes, we are.
And cops are always right. So if I had to break a kneecap,
I would find a perfectly acceptable explanation.
Hopefully that won't be necessary!
Hopefully.
The kid's a Monferville?
That's impossible! -Let me explain.
The DNA of the boy and the mom isn't just similar,
It’s the same! -Yeah, I get it. So what?
So that's what's impossible!
Now I need to do further tests. -Why?
Is there a possible explanation? -Yes.
The only way to share someone's exact DNA
is to share bone marrow cells.
I don't get it.
DNA is produced by bone marrow.
If you transfer your stem cells to another,
they will eventually share your DNA.
But you have to be in the same family? -No.
Not if you take an immunosuppressant to prevent rejection.
Like ciclosporin? -Yes, like ciclosporin.
Or something similar, because...
Caroline!
What are you doing with Léo?
You're giving him cell transplants to change his DNA?
You've been lying from the start.
I rejected their application back then.
We couldn't insure them.
Why not?
Because they're dying.
The Monfervilles suffer from a terminal genetic disease.
Their cells are crystallizing and will one day shatter,
causing irreversible degeneration.
We call such families a "glass lineage".
A glass lineage? -Yes.
And they're all affected? -Strangely no, not the youngest.
He was spared. -Herminien?
Herminien, yes. He inherited his dad's genes.
Who was perfectly healthy.
What happened to the father?
The poor man.
He had a breakdown following his son's abduction
and hanged himself a few months later.
I remember the family was suspected of killing that kid.
That's absurd.
Why?
You don't kill the goose that lays the golden egg.
Herminien could have saved them all.
By regularly injecting the kid's stem cells,
the family transformed their DNA and stayed alive.
So they killed Herminien for his bone marrow.
Their genetic capital. -And froze it, maybe?
Without Gaillard, we're dead. We need the prosecutor.
No time. I've got a better idea. -That's what I feared.
Is Gaillard here? -No. He left earlier this afternoon.
We're here to ask a favor.
I'm not joking. Can you help us out?
Cop to cop. Let's be nice.
We're looking for a heroin dealer.
A heroin dealer?
It's not on the streets.
No one's moving it. -Except Louis Monferville.
We need to know who's supplying him.
Right. I bet I know who it is.
He's known around here as the "White Wolf".
His real name's Mr Richard.
But he's not really a dealer.
More of an old junkie, the type that got stuck in the 70s.
Where can we find this Mr Richard?
Call Louis-Geoffroy and tell him you're coming over.
Oh, that's funny!
He just called me!
As you see, I'm finishing my beer before heading over there.
Well you're in luck. We can give you a lift.
That's not necessary. -We insist.
Finish your beer.
What the hell, Richard? I've been waiting for hours.
Richard, what's this? -Shut up.
What are you doing? -Get out of here.
Tell me where Herminien is and I'll give you this.
Which one?
Which one? You want to talk about that?
Fine, come on.
We've kept him in an artificial coma for six years.
To take his cells? -Exactly!
Louis-Geoffroy, his gun! Or I'll shoot this moron.
Sorry.
Thanks.
I love you, Mother.
Look at him. Our Sleeping Beauty.
Our life source. -Why all this?
Why not use legal cell transplants?
Why steal this kid's life?
It's complicated.
Herminien was elusive.
We could never rely on him. Always disappearing, running away.
It was simply too risky.
So the kidnapping came at the right time?
Yes. Just like your son came at the right time!
A gift from heaven to finally clear our family's name for good.
All we had to do was inject him with Herminien's cells
to obtain DNA proof.
So...
it's time to say goodbye.
You know the cost of killing two cops? -Three!
Don't forget about poor Gaillard.
The Monfervilles will make any sacrifice necessary.
Mother!
Are you okay? -Mom.
Hang in there, buddy. Stay with me.
You'll be okay.
Yes, this is Niémans.
Send paramedics to the Monferville estate right now.
A colleague needs assistance.
Thank you.
You'll be okay.
Hey!
We're catching the 11 a.m. train. What will you do?
I don't know. I might stay. I've got some holiday left.
Here?
It's not all bad, right?
What do you think?
Alright, see you around.
Look after your mom. Safe travels.
Thanks.