Well, it's not Carl or Möller.
But what's the connection between the victims?
Carl, in part.
They died this morning.
Same as the last crime, but no ribbons here.
And no skin cuttings.
She must've worn this cilice for a long time.
Did you know?
Yes, she said she wore it to "rid her of her sins".
May I go? - Yes.
Thank you.
Superintendent...
Can you come up to the attic?
Agnès Villemont's workshop.
She used the tannery to make her own clothing.
Right...
Nothing unusual here.
See the texture?
This isn't cow, goat, or sheep leather.
It's too smooth.
What is it then?
We'd need to analyse it, but I'd say it's human skin.
I used human skin for my designs.
I don't know why it's any less shocking than animal skin.
It's not illegal, you just need to pay the donors.
But you need their consent, right?
Where is the skin from? - Anonymous donors.
I just collect samples and grow them.
We're doing DNA testing, Agnès.
Maybe you'd rather wait in a cell, but either way, we'll find out.
Did Carl supply you with his handfastings?
The neopagan movement, the Lugnasad Flames...
Soulmates... It's all you, right?
You exploited your brother to set up a business?
It suits him just fine. He's always liked easy money.
And you make some serious money.
20,000 euros on the 7th, 16,000 on the 8th...
19,000 the week before that. None of these are tannery orders.
Are these payments for your designs?
My parents' tannery is losing money. I needed to re-inject more cash.
They didn't care how I got it.
Who's buying this? - All of Paris!
Nobody will say, but that'll change.
Fur is dying out.
The future of leather is human skin.
Soon we won't kill animals for clothes.
And the talismans Carl makes for festival-goers
are made from cow leather, we checked.
Do you think they'll be happy when they find this out?
I had no choice! I need all the skin Carl gives me
so I can start growing them.
I imagine you studied business after you studied biology
to run the tannery?
Your parents dying benefits you.
But not like this.
And my clients prefer discretion.
Nobody's seen Agnès at the festival.
She was saving her business. Her order book was full.
She had no reason to kill.
And the tannery was empty when they died.
The killer knew they came in first.
Right, they must have known their routine.
Go to the festival. Tonight's the bonfire.
I'll get Carl and Agnès in a room together.
And be careful. - Yes, dad!
Lukas!
He doesn't waste any time.
I thought that was Carl's tent.
Well, he's not here.
May as well! Is he coming back? - I'd be surprised.
Dol, empty Carl's tent. He's not coming.
You don't waste time. You don't care about Carl.
Audrey! - Sure I do.
Audrey...
But growing the tribe was a mistake.
His marriages are pointless. - So what now?
A bonfire. Tonight is Lugnasad.
We'll carry on. We'll burn away all the bullshit.
The movement will go much further now.
Have all the couples left now?
Gisèle and Lukas didn't say goodbye. You seen them?
No, and I couldn't care less.
The handfasting skins, your mother's cilice...
Do you lot hate flesh?
No. - No?
And the scars? - I don't have scars.
Excuse me? - Come on, cut it out!
It's like this all over. She's always cut herself.
The first skins were hers. It's where she got the clothing idea.
It's not to save the animals.
Why do you do it?
- I don't know.
We found a whip in your mother's office.
And the cilice. Ring any bells?
I remember that whip.
Can I have five minutes, please?
You'll be accompanied.
Oh my god...
Gisèle and Lukas? - Not here.
She must've forget to say goodbye.
O, great goddess! Almighty god!
Merge me with your essence! I give myself unto you!
I dissolve myself, I lose myself in your essence!
May the forces of The One, the source of all creation,
may the powers of the spirits and the stones,
the stars and the earth,
bless this place and this moment,
and we who are here in communion with you...
He stands to gain a lot from this.
But he didn't kill anyone. He hasn't left here.
The guy's an outcast. His wife walked out on him.
Fired from his job, no money... He's trying to make a new life here.
And outcasts are dangerous. - Right.
I like you, Camille.
Niemans was like a mentor to me too.
When I met him, I wasn't in a good place.
And this motivated me. I was always top of my class.
I was sure he wanted me as his partner.
Then you came and took my place.
I didn't take anyone's place... - I know.
But... I know about Cannes-Écluse.
I know he got you into class on the sly.
I imagine he got you out of a shitty situation...
You jumped the queue, so I had to look into you.
Relax, I won't say anything.
I've got my own skeletons.
I didn't change my name so I could pass for a Belgian.
It was to erase my father's name.
He was a real pervert.
My dad worked for DDASS, for the welcome centres.
That wasn't great either.
No wonder we wound up in this job.
Now, the mystic union!
You ready?
What? - To find a soulmate!
Oh no... - Come on!
No way! - Come on!
Thank you.
Now you'll do as I say, Camille!
All right?
Yeah, I'm OK.
You sure? - Yeah, I'm going...
Hey, what's going on in there?
I asked a question.
Open the door.
Open the door!
Camille, get up. Camille, move it! Wake up!
Come on, it's morning. I'll be waiting outside.
So, I just got back the results
for the skin found in Agnès' workshop.
One of them belongs to someone in their 20's.
It comes from the night of the first murder
and it shares almost 50% DNA with Hervé Villemont.
None with his wife, by the way.
What does this mean? Agnès and Carl had a half-brother?
A half-brother/sister, rather.
They have the XXY sexual chromosome. So in other words...
Neither man nor woman.
Both at the same time? - They're intersex.
One out of every 1000 births.
This is complicated.
An androgynous being...
Just like the myth Carl read for handfastings.
Right.
They sewed their victims together so they could be the same, is that it?
Or, "I'm like you".
Or "I also have a soulmate"... I don't know.
That means they know their origins. - Yeah.
They probably researched Carl's arson attack.
But didn't kill Carl.
They didn't kill Agnès either.
Look into the Villemonts.
Thank you, doctor. - Good luck.
"At birth, intersex newborns
often undergo an irreversible procedure.
It's generally easier to make them female,
since they don't know what gender they'll chose growing up."
Oh, shit...
What's all this?
These two bastards...
They drugged Gisèle and Lukas. They were going to sacrifice them.
You were right. Dangerous outcasts.
I thought he had an alibi? - Yeah, he's not the killer.
But now we know that the head guru is Alessandro, not Carl.
I'll go question them.
Two former Villemont employees gave birth to children, fathers unknown,
22-23 years ago in a ward in Sainte-Félicité.
That same exact date, they stopped working at the tannery.
Yes, I remember those two women.
Madame Villemont delivered the babies herself.
Then she brought them here, with their babies, for checks.
They were shaken because Madame Villemont
had given them money so they could resign.
She wouldn't hire single mothers.
Weren't they monitored during pregnancy? - No.
Madame Villemont said the children were unwanted.
Did you see the babies?
How so? - We're looking for an XXY baby.
Born 20 years ago. An intersex child.
It wasn't those two.
Excuse me.
Did you oversee the pregnancies of other Villemont employees?
No. - All right. Thank you.
No intersex individuals in the region.
But Audrey spoke with a former tannery employee.
She said she was forced to miscarry before resigning.
She said other employees experienced the same thing.
How many employees did Villemont rape...
Let's go now.
Right...
Madame Revel? - Yes?
I can only imagine how hard this is for you.
Four people are already dead. You need to speak up.
Before his stroke, Mr. Villemont would hire
poor unmarried women he found attractive.
Every day, he'd make advances.
If you refused him, he could be violent or fire you.
I needed that job.
You fell pregnant? - Yes.
When Madame Villemont found out...
She whipped me in front of her daughter.
She forced me into one of her corsets. I wasn't the first.
She didn't want us to abort, but nobody could find out.
She knew those corsets would cause miscarriages.
Good, good...
I don't know why I did it.
Do you have any idea how many babies died?
I remember her face...
Good, good... There we go.
Watch her.
Push!
Watch, Agnès. The fruit of sin!
She liked making people suffer.
Lashing out at our bodies.
It excited her. Do you understand?
What's going on?
Take it to the outhouse. Go!
I'm sorry, Frédérique. The baby is dead.
What? Can I see him?
It's God's will. It will be baptised.
He's going to Father Lehman? - We'll do what's necessary.
Now forget about this.
Agnès obsessed over the corsets, not the cilice or the whip.
To her mother, they were works of art.
It's no wonder the poor girl fell apart.
This explains her skin obsession. She doesn't care about making clothes.
Father Lehman lives upstairs. Please respect his belongings.
Lehman never went to Rome. I checked.
Is there an attic, a basement, a place where...
There's a crypt, but nobody goes there.
Are you coming?
It's this way.
Camille!
Lord...
The killer changed their MO.
The victim had his throat slit, but he was alone.
I found this in Lehman's room.
It's from the year Madame Revel gave birth.
That very day, he wrote... Hold on.
Here... "Revel, emergency baptism, Claude".
Beneath this, it's marked, "Stegen - Saint Jérôme - Emilien"...
What are you doing? That's private. - It's fine, Father.
What's an "emergency baptism"?
It's a simplified baptism reserved for urgent cases.
Lehman took note of all the births.
For the miscarriages, he wrote "Stegen - Saint Jérôme - Emilien".
Madame Villemont must have taken the baby as a demonic sign.
She delivered it, saw it was intersex,
lied to Madame Revel, said the baby was dead,
then gave it to Lehman to get rid of.
Except they messed up, then 20 years later,
Claude kills Lehman and the Villemonts.
All right, but what's the link with the couple we found here?
The killer wanted to attract the attention of their siblings.
By killing the couple, they recreated an androgynous being.
They merged with Carl's beliefs,
perpetuating the family's obsession with flesh.
But why that couple specifically?
They were unimportant, Camille.
As I see it, it's more of a message.
A cry of desperation.
A way to get close to their brother. - Right...
Makes sense why we can't find them. Officially, this Claude was never born.
They must have been baptised here rather than in a less remote church.
The real question is, what about this Saint Jérôme Emilien?
I know.
Here.
The Saint Jérôme oratory.
Saint Jérôme Emilien... The patron saint of orphans.
Niemans!
Go on, open it.
It's the same as Agnès' cross.
Miscarriages likely caused by Villemont's corsets.
Except that Claude wasn't miscarried.
I can't believe Lehman did this without anyone noticing.
No... But who did then?
A shepherd lives over that way. We'll have to walk, though.
There it is.
What's that?
"Dardenne".
The shepherd.
He died three weeks ago.
All right? - Yeah.
There's a second bed.
The shepherd wasn't living alone.
Look at this.
The string stolen from Carl.
Niemans, another cross.
Thanks.
"Claude".
Remind you of anything?
The guy dressed like a goat...
I'll go, I'll call you.
OK, keep me updated.
Right, the goat-man is gone. They've done a runner.
Not a goat-man. It's the god Pan.
The Greek god of shepherds. Originally the Hindu god Pushan.
The horns, hooves, and tail of a goat.
He was so ugly, his mother left him. He lived among the shepherds.
This is no coincidence... And the crosses?
Our mother gave them to us. - I chucked mine.
And this Dardenne?
A kind of hermit who left his home
to sell cheese at market and some skins to us.
He was a bit mad, he hardly spoke.
We thought he lived alone.
Except one day, he found an abandoned baby which he raised.
Last month, I found out that Dardenne fell ill.
He wasn't able to leave his home...
Then this young man turned up, or a young woman, I don't remember...
He wanted to sell me Dardenne's skins.
I thought it must be his son.
When he saw the cross on your neck, Claude pieced it all together.
I'll write an invoice.
That's possible.
I never saw him again.
He seemed totally lost.
That evening, I met Carl near the festival.
I was running late. I was busy at the tannery.
That's where you'd make the exchange?
Yeah, we'd meet up once a week.
I gave him leather for his talismans
and he gave me patches of the couples' skin.
We'd talk about Agnès' work, the past, our parents...
Claude must have followed you. And then he understood.
We human animals...
He followed me to the festival.
I remember seeing him in the crowd.
He listened to your speech on the primitive androgynous being...
...the soul expands beyond one's family
and seeks one's soulmate, a flesh that binds them.
He found his brother
and a way of accepting his own nature.
And I ignored him.
Like everyone else did.
The night of the murders, he entered your tent.
He had spent his whole life questioning his own identity.
And then he found a family to which he could finally belong.
A brother who accepts him,
who could recognise him for what he is, without judgement.
But he was lacking something.
A soulmate.
Their missing half.
He decided to officiate his own marriage.
A union for all eternity.
The Villemont flesh.
For now and forever.
But you can't replace two already bound souls.
What are you doing to the skins?
What are you doing, man?
In the end, you both turned out exactly like your parents.
Belief and sex for you, mutilation for you.
Maybe it's time you realise this?
Is our brother called Claude?
That's the name your mother gave before getting rid of him.
I'll find him at the festival. If you're there, he won't come out.
He'll come.
At the bonfire, he gave me a drink. He wanted to be seen.
You're going nowhere alone. - Claude has no gender.
No identity, no direction.
Getting arrested would be like a form of recognition...
Come with me.
When can I get my skins back?
They're set to be destroyed.
Do you know how many down payments I've received?
Is that important right now?
Am I still being kept here? - No.
You can go now.
Did you find him? - Not yet.
He's my child. He didn't die. I think about him every day.
The DNA test hasn't come back. We don't know if he's your son.
And he's probably killed five people. Goodbye.
Claude!
Claude! I'm with the police!
I'm here!
You know, this festival...
Agnès created it.
I was only in it for the money.
I didn't believe in it. I was like Alessandro.
But when I saw the couples coming here...
I thought that...
Maybe I was doing something good for once.
In the end, it's a nice idea, that everyone has a soulmate.
I know, Madame Destouches, but we'll find other donors.
No, in two years, they'll be priceless collection pieces.
You're writing fashion history. You can't put a price on that.
Yes, thank you for your trust.
Yes, good evening. Goodbye.
You shouldn't do that.
I made a mistake.
I should have found you.
You might have told me that...
Maybe I would've left your parents alone.
Why did you do it?
I wanted to be like you.
Like Carl.
When he tied the ribbons, he said
he was uniting two souls for eternity, so I thought that...
Maybe it was possible for me too.
But I've never been separated.
I already have two souls. So I'm a monster.
I'm going to turn myself in.
Can you help me?
OK.
The line is busy.
Sit down, I'll make tea.
Superintendent, there was a call from the tannery, but they hung up.
I called back but there was no reply. - Thanks.
I'm sorry, I'm...
I'm sorry, I...
I'm sorry, Madame Revel.
This isn't the time. We need to question him.
Please.
Come on, let's go.
Come on.
When you are old and I am old,
when my blond hair will be white,
in the sun of the May garden, we'll warm our old trembling limbs.
For you see, every day I love you more,
today more than yesterday, much less than tomorrow.
What will facial wrinkles matter then?
And constantly between us weave other links.
It's sweet, right? - Yeah, very sweet...
Don't start, Niemans. You're such an incurable romantic.
A romantic? Is that what he is?
Quit it, you two. Can't you give me a break?
I'm going to congratulate the newlyweds.
See you soon, Boss. - See you soon.
Bye.
If you need me, you know where I am.
Why didn't you pick Audrey?
You were the best.
That good enough?