Here you can see the second-class relics.
Objects owned by the saints.
But the first-class relics...
Here.
These are flesh and bones.
They each have their own story.
They've passed from hand to hand, church to church.
In the Middle Ages, it was even common
to steal objects related to saints.
Why? To sell them? -Not always.
Sometimes a priest or a monk would take them
because he thought it would gain him respect.
It is known as "furta sacra."
"Holy theft."
We were told that Isidore's relics are in Boissey.
Have you heard any news about them? -No.
But I've requested an investigation.
Why are Mos-l'Ancienne and Boissey home to such important relics?
Our diocese acquired these relics in 1997.
How?
Father Benoît asked me the same.
I'm looking into it.
Sorry, but I have an audience waiting for me.
Bishop, one last question. -I told you, I don't have time.
Your diocesan lawyer just died. -Yes, in the worst possible way.
Do you mean hanging or suicide?
Only our Lord...
Let's leave the Lord out of it. What can you tell us about him?
Very well.
He had no wife, no children. He lived like us.
Did he have any link to the relics?
No, absolutely not.
Why do you think he did it?
Sometimes man's despair is so great
that he forgets the only possible recourse.
That of our Lord.
I wish you the best of luck with your...
investigation. Goodbye.
THE CRIMSON RIVERS
FURTA SACRA
I didn't even get to show him my photo.
My picture of the empty safe in Mos has the fake Forget in it.
Yeah?
We could put out an APB. -Sure, if you like.
I think it's a wig. He was in disguise.
But send it to Courroyer. You never know.
Yes? -The Isidore relics have disappeared.
You sure?
Yes. Just like last time. Come and see. -We're on our way.
What? -The Isidore relics have disappeared.
I'm sure it's about money.
Why all the theatrics if it's just about money?
I think there's a link to relics, the priests...
Something religious. -What about the kid?
I don't know, Camille!
So? -It's the same as in Mos-l'Ancienne.
Yes, we're right behind you.
No witnesses, no prints...
The safe was opened with a code.
Several people in the parish had access.
We're questioning them now.
The search operation? -It's launched, but...
Any progress with the bread? -Lots of people make it around here.
Nuns, monks...
It would've been easy to steal.
Has Forget's suicide been confirmed?
We need the autopsy results.
But initial findings left little doubt. -And Nicolaou?
Also waiting... -I mean his background, etc.
Ah! Well, no, nothing to report.
He was a loner, lived with his son Yannis.
Before the kid was hospitalized. -Who'll look after him?
We will. He has no family left.
Our nuns will see him through.
I mean, he doesn't have long left.
Right, let's get everything to Charleville.
You find out what links the two victims.
And you, Father, look into the relics.
Their cost, origins...
Et cetera, et cetera.
Thank you.
Officer?
I prefer "Detective." -Yes, well...
I'm called a "parish priest," though I'm not in charge of a church.
I'll be out in a minute.
What did you want to tell me?
The killer's messages... -Yes?
One might think the victims' or saints' initials spell out a divine name.
That's what I think, yes. -That can't be right.
Why not? -Catholics have many names for God.
But there's no mystery to them.
In Judaism, where His name is unspeakable,
there one could indeed imagine...
a code, certain clues.
But that's unrelated to our saints.
Well, we don't have much else to go on.
Let’s just try to find these relics, OK, Father?
Thank you.
Damn!
GRIGNY RIOTS SET THE REGION ON FIRE
Drop me off here. -Here?
Yes.
The station's quite far from here. -It's fine.
Yannis?
Hello. -Hello.
My name's Camille. I brought you this.
That's nice. But I'm not allowed to play.
Try not to get caught with it, then.
Are you from the police?
I'm sorry about...
My dad's death? I know.
A nun came to tell me today.
You know, it's...
It's OK to be sad.
I'll be joining him soon. I'm not sad.
I learned something at Sunday school.
We're all products of love.
We're like samples.
We come and go...
But love remains. That's the main thing.
I'm not afraid.
Dad was afraid.
Really? What was he afraid of?
He said my illness was punishment... for him.
Why? Did he do something bad?
Yes.
A long time ago. He never spoke about it.
Then how do you know?
Telephone calls.
I overheard.
Do you remember what he said?
Who he'd hurt?
Saint Isidore.
He stole from him. -Do you mean his relics?
Yes. -I don't understand.
He's the one who stole the relics just recently?
No, a long time ago.
Around 1990.
I need to sleep. -Yes, sorry.
I'll just leave this here.
Will you come again?
Yes.
I promise.
Come with me, Camille.
OK, come on.
Who told you I was here? -No one. I knew you'd come.
I saw pictures of the Grigny riots.
You didn't tell me Leo was involved. What happened?
He left his foster home two months ago.
He's 18 now and out of control.
I don't know what he was doing, but he got arrested.
They called me. I went over there to try to get him off...
I lost it when the guys started giving me parenting advice.
Is he out now?
Yes.
He didn't have to go before the judge.
So, you beat up the cops who were holding your son,
then pulled some strings behind their backs?
Your son may be out,
but you could get yourself locked up!
Do you realize that?
Where is he?
Marne.
With one of my old foster families.
He said he'd keep a low profile.
You need to find a solution. This can't go on!
There's no solution. I'm the problem!
You are not the problem.
It's not you. Come on, stop crying.
Camille, I will sort this out. OK?
Come on.
Nicolaou stole the Saint Isidore relics.
What? Before the murders? -No.
In the 1990s.
His son, Yannis, overheard snippets of conversations.
Nicolaou even thought his leukemia was God's revenge or something.
What's the link to Spaggio? -No idea.
It's Courroyer. He's got news.
Not answering your phone? -Sorry, emergency. What is it?
We have a link between the two victims.
What? -Serbia. Come with me.
Before opening a garage, Nicolaou was a mercenary.
He fought in Yugoslavia. -Like Spaggio.
You knew?
They fought on the Croatian front with extremely violent mercenaries.
One of the worst paramilitary groups.
He was arrested
and brought before the ICC. -You knew that too?
When were you going to tell me? -Once I had the trial file.
Well, fortunately, I have it here.
Spaggio had two accomplices.
Nicolaou and another guy...
Emir Dragan, of Serbian origin.
All three were tried for rape at the ICC.
Three mercenaries charged with rape?
The victim was Adriana Vukovic,
living in Subotica in northern Serbia.
Were they convicted? -No.
Acquitted on lack of evidence.
Thanks to the work of their lawyer. Any guesses?
Michel Forget. -Exactly.
Have you looked into this Emir guy?
Yes, nothing yet.
I underestimated you, Courroyer.
Great work. -Not what you expect from local cops?
It's not been my experience, that's for sure.
Right, let's get back. Call us if you have any more news.
OK. -Keep up the good work.
We have to find the Serb before the killer.
Unless he is the killer. -I don't think so.
They're paying for what they did.
Any news on Forget's hanging?
You don't think it's suicide?
No. After all, Forget was an accomplice.
I imagine it was... assisted.
I was about to call.
I've received toxicology results for the first body.
He was indeed injected with potassium.
And I suspect this was also the case for the second.
I mean, decapitated heads never look great.
But this one...
This one...
displays necrotic eye vessels.
I'm calling about the hanging. -What hanging?
The suicide that came in this morning.
Ah, yes. He's yours too? -Yes. It's the same case.
You're certainly busy. -I noticed something.
There's a darkness beneath the rope mark.
It looks like what happens in the morgue when the head rests on...
Thanks, I know how to do my job.
Just check it please, OK? Thanks.
Benoît's found something.
Things are picking up. -Don't get too excited.
It could be a third body. -We would have heard about that.
Ah, Detective. -Hello, Father.
I pulled some strings in the diocese.
I consulted the registers
and spoke to those in charge when the relics were acquired.
Where are they from? -Strangely, from Serbia.
A village... -Subotica.
You know it?
It's located in the Catholic province of Vojvodina.
It had a famous shrine with holy relics of great importance.
They disappeared during the war,
reappearing in Reims in '97.
The three rapists stole them to sell?
But they were in jail in '97.
There was a middleman who sold them to the diocese.
I got his name. It was Forget.
It fits.
Their lawyer did the deal,
and they got the money upon their release.
Well, Father, looks like we make a good team.
Good work.
I have something else of the utmost importance.
Subotica had relics from three saints.
Ignatius, Isidore and Anastasius.
Where are they? -100 km away, in Courteaux.
But...
But these relics are currently on display in the town church.
Anything on the third guy?
Nothing concrete. He was last seen in Serbia.
Find him, Courroyer. We're going to Courteaux.
What for? That's not our jurisdiction. -Ask the priest.
Warn them, gather your guys, and meet us there in the morning.
I want them all in plainclothes. -OK.
This car's getting me down. -Really? Just the car?
Yes.
Yes? -Good eye, Officer!
You're right about the mark.
Looks like the head rested on a log or stone for an hour or two.
But certainly once our guy was already dead.
OK.
You don't want to know the cause? -You know?
Not yet, but I suspect it's potassium again.
Thanks, doctor. Send us the report as soon as possible.
Thanks.
Forget was murdered. But he's not our third guy.
We should stay on the Serb.
Emir... Whatever. -And if he's in Serbia?
He's not in Serbia. I think he's close by.
Pedestrian zone. We're blocked.
Nice town.
What are you doing? -It's 2 AM, Niemans!
Maybe you want to go straight to the station and the church,
but I'd like to get some sleep before we start again.
I just need to check something.
Here.
Saint Anastasius...
A 5th century saint, sacrificed in the barbarian invasions.
A stake was driven through his skull.
From the base up.
There he is.
Goodnight. -Nice bedtime story!
Goodnight, Camille.
What the hell is this? -I don't know.
Maybe the ostension thing?
This is just what we need.
Look at it all!
Camille, our 4x4... -I see it.
I think that's him. -I'll tell Courroyer.
Hey, watch it! Where are you going?
Police! Police!
Out of the way! Excuse me!
Move!
Stop! Stop right there!
Hands in the air! Behind your head!
Now turn around. Turn!
Good. Now don't move.
Don't move!
Where are you going?
Step away. Hands behind your head.
Behind your head! Get on your knees!
On your knees, you piece of shit. On your knees!
Good, now don't move.
You're hurting me you... -Give me your hands.
Right, shut up. Making me run at my age...
Camille, it's me. I've got him.
I'll go down and get you the address.
I'm going to the town hall to check on the relics.
Can I at least speak to the mayor? -He's out of town.
I'm his replacement. -And you are...
Amandine Ferry, his assistant. -Nice to meet you.
We exhibit these relics every 10 years.
We expect 20,000 pilgrims.
We can't have police on every corner. -They're in plainclothes.
I can see it now.
Suspicious-looking guys in anoraks glancing furtively about.
No way.
We must respect the pilgrims and protect our image.
Protect your image? Right.
Disappearing relics will hurt the image more.
They are very protected.
We acquired a case of armored glass for the occasion.
Good idea.
Right, I'm going to call the public prosecutor.
Please do. Say hello from me, we're good friends.
Smug bitch. -Excuse me?
I said, "Well, this is a hitch."
See you soon.
So? -The mayor's away.
I met his ball-breaking replacement.
She's not going to make life easy for us.
Where's our guy? -Inside. He won't talk.
He will. It's in his interest to cooperate.
I'd take a few years in jail over a stake through the skull.
Listen Dragan, you going free is the worst that could happen.
The killer will catch you. Trust me.
If I were you, I'd tell us everything.
Help us catch him.
Spaggio called me last week. He was afraid.
When I got there, he was already dead.
I called Nicolaou. He didn't want to see me.
But I went anyway, and when I got there... He was dead too.
Did you search his place?
What were you looking for? -Nicolaou...
Spaggio and I, we each have a key to the same safe.
But you need all three to open it.
Where's the safe? -Here, in a bank in Courteaux.
Another of Spaggio's dumb ideas.
I was going to get my money before you nabbed me.
Please, continue.
You're the last one, Dragan. So if you really want your money...
We met in '93, in Bosnia.
We were mercenaries. And when they didn't pay us, we split for Hungary.
We stopped in Subotica, a refugee town that hadn't yet been hit by the war.
And we drank all day.
Spaggio told us he knew an easy way to make some cash.
It was Spaggio who found the relics.
He'd heard about them. Spaggio...
It's... It's funny.
Spaggio was the only Catholic among us.
Nicolaou was Greek Orthodox.
Me, a Serbian...
Atheist. No religion.
Yes.
Yes, that's very funny.
When did you rape the girl?
She was...
a refugee. A Croat.
There were plenty of those in Subotica.
Get up!
He thought it was smart to hide out in that church.
But in the end, it was a bad idea.
We had a little fun, then we got the hell out.
And then? -The rape of Adriana Vukovic...
That was her name.
It's the most well-known rape
of the entire war in former Yugoslavia.
Why? -Adriana became pregnant.
And since she's very Catholic,
abortion was out of the question.
And anyway, in the middle of war,
medics don't give a shit about abortions.
She spent her entire pregnancy
going from hospital to hospital, so depressed.
Getting high off any drugs she could get her hands on.
One day...
... in a clinic in Sarajevo,
she snapped.
She was over eight months pregnant.
She died instantly. But the doctor conducted an emergency caesarean.
They managed to deliver the baby, alive.
A child born from the womb of a dead woman.
Anyway, after that,
the story attracted ICC investigators, who quickly tracked us down.
And you asked Forget to defend you?
He was just starting out.
He was broke.
We told him to sell the relics and take his cut.
And...
he did well in the trial.
In the end, we all walked free.
And we shared the money that was left over. Basta cosi.
Basta cosi. Did you stay in touch?
Not really.
We had the joint account.
But it all ended badly.
Spaggio felt so guilty that he became a priest.
Forget felt indebted to the diocese,
so he became their lawyer.
Nicolaou...
He had a tough time with his son.
He thought it was a damn curse!
And you? No remorse at all?
It was war, man.
Know what happened to Adriana's child? -You bet!
It's all they talked about in the trial!
He was brought back and adopted by the French state.
His name?
I think he kept his mom's name.
Vukovic.
I'm sure it's him.
Taking revenge!
Well, let's get you back behind bars.
I haven't done anything! We were cleared!
"The father's name" has nothing to do with God.
One of the three rapists is Vukovic's father.
He's missing the third letter. -Yes.
Which means he wants Saint Anastasius' relics.
Get me his name by tonight.
With the photo and his background, we'll have him.
In the meantime, I'll brief our guys. Good luck.
Is the surveillance device working?
Yes. -Then we take shifts around the clock.
Nothing gets past us, OK?
We check the ID of everyone who enters that church.
And Dragan? -No one is allowed near him.
No one.
Was I not clear? What are your men doing at the church?
Their job.
Their job is to scare our congregation? -Listen, we've been over this.
I'm doing this for you and your town.
And to make sure we don't turn up another dead body.
Chief Sergeant Courroyer here will explain the next steps. Excuse me.
What is it? -We're in luck.
I don't know where he is now, but Nicolas, that's his name,
grew up in an orphanage 30 miles north of here.
Is that all we have? -For now, yes.
I called the orphanage. The director is expecting us.
Yes?
It's the foster family. Leo's missing.
Yes, I'm listening.
I'll give you two hours. -Thanks. OK.
Shit!
Nicolas was a very strange child.
How so?
When he discovered his past, at age 12 or 13,
it was like he became two people.
One was a little boy with a pure spirit.
The other, a violent and aggressive teenager.
At 17 years old, he could still speak in a child's voice.
He could even write like an 8-year-old.
He was a very bright student.
He could have done incredible things.
Teenage Nicolas made a promise...
to the little boy inside him.
What sort of promise? -To distance himself...
from what he was.
From the three monsters that gave him life.
How? By changing his appearance? -Yes.
He wanted to destroy all resemblance.
Any link to these men. Everything.
Did he have the money for that? -Not at all.
He left the orphanage at 18
and made a living as a guinea pig for trainee plastic surgeons.
He went from clinic to clinic,
his face all bandaged up.
Like a mummy.
Is that him? -Yes.
His face is completely different.
Are you still in contact? Do you know where he is?
What will you do to him? -The sooner we find him, the better.
He sent me regular postcards up until seven or eight years ago.
He was seeing this famous plastic surgeon,
Philippe Restrepo.
He lives close to the Belgian border.
He'll know more than me.
François to Cédric. Swap in 30 minutes.
OK, received.
Good evening. Please come in.
Detective Niemans. I'd like to talk to Mr Restropo.
One moment.
Sir?
Good evening, sir.
It's late, sir.
To what do I owe this pleasure? -I want to talk about Nicolas Vukovic.
I haven't seen Nicolas for at least five years.
Did you operate on him?
Many times, yes.
When I met him, his face was a mess.
The students who had worked on him were not skilled.
Did you make him pay?
We had a different sort of relationship.
Nicolas was obsessed with the lowlifes who had raped his mother.
He wanted absolutely nothing to remind him of that horror.
Where is he today?
No idea.
You've had no contact since? -No.
He left after the final operation.
I accepted that.
That surgery marked the end of our relationship.
It's right at the end. Follow me.
I'll warn you, he's not very talkative.
Can you confirm that...
this is what Nicolas looks like now?
She was always very good at makeup.
She? What do mean, "she"?
That was the last stage.
A total departure from his original identity.
I performed facial feminization and vaginoplasty.
He wanted to be the mother of the boy he'd always been.
To go back in time and try to fix the nightmare.
Do you have a photo of Nicolas?
Of course.
This was just before she left.
I keep it on me always.
Thank you. Excuse me.
Yes, Camille?
I'm sorry.
We had no way of knowing.
THE THIRD LETTER OF THE FATHER'S NAME HAS BEEN DELIVERED