[suspenseful music]
[theme music]
THE CRIMSON RIVERS
DARK MOON
- Lisa, are you sure it's this way? - It's fine. Come on.
- What a house! - Yeah.
The guy living there is a recluse.
But I convinced him to let us in.
How did you meet him?
Don't worry, I'll tell you later.
He's invited us for drinks tonight.
I couldn't say no.
PRIVATE PROPERTY NO TRESPASSING
It's gorgeous here!
You haven't seen anything yet.
[voicemail beeps]
[Niémans] Hi, Camille.
I hope you took my advice about getting away.
Big hugs.
Get some rest. Ciao.
The first scan is tomorrow.
- Well done, mate. - I feel like a nervous wreck!
Don't worry about it. Having a kid is a big deal.
- Cheers! - And to you!
- Let's hope he isn't too noisy. - You mean the baby?
Say bye to sleep! Bags under your eyes...
No, cut it out!
[laughs]
Here, this is for you.
- It's from me. - What's the celebration?
Well, I'm going to be a dad.
- Congrats! - Thanks, it's my first.
- It's scary. - And the mother?
Staying with her mother, so I'm out here with the guys.
Well, let's toast to that.
Thanks! I'm Paul. Nice to meet you.
- To your future child! - Thanks.
I'm Camille.
Come on, relax!
[door opens]
[door closes]
[Lisa] See? He isn't so bad.
[Théo] Yeah, all right, he's nice.
- Still, he's a bit strange. - He's quite ill.
It's tough.
Earlier, he said the moon was "dark".
But it's not dark at all.
I can see you.
I can see your eyes, your mouth.
[kissing]
Paul!
Paul?
Come on, pick up... Pick up!
How's the hangover?
Shit!
What's going on?
- It's my wife. She's missing. - Since when?
Last night. She won't pick up her phone.
- Did you fight? - Not at all.
The baby's first scan was for 10 AM this morning.
She didn't show up.
She's been looking forward to it. Something must have happened.
What was she doing yesterday?
She had her usual appointments.
- She works for an estate agency. - Yes?
- I don't know what to do. - Have you told the police?
I gave a statement this morning.
But it's obvious they don't give a shit.
[seagulls caw]
- Thanks. - Hello, can I help you?
Yes, I'd like to talk to a superior.
Yes?
Captain Lebel. How can I help you?
- Lieutenant Delaunay. - From Paris?
- New transfer? - No, on holiday.
Paul Mercier reported his wife missing.
That's right.
Mrs Mercier is an adult, so she can do as she pleases.
- You know that, right? - Of course.
But from what Mr Mercier has said, I think this is serious.
Honestly, we have nothing to justify an inquiry.
But we'll wait and see.
So, nothing?
I answered your question.
Her disappearance is disturbing.
I think you should enjoy your holiday, Lieutenant.
Can't you relax on holiday like everyone else?
I've just got a bad feeling.
I guess this guy's wife ditched him for someone else.
Yeah. But no need to say it.
I don't disagree either.
Still, you haven't got much to go on.
So what do we do?
We? This isn't exactly the case of the century.
Where are you? I hear the sea.
In Saint-Valéry.
It's beautiful. The sea air would do you good.
Niémans?
[reflective music]
- Let's get going. - Where to?
Come on, I'm going home.
Idiot, I can't move!
Oh? I'm the idiot?
Dig yourself out, dork.
- Jacques, come back! - Shut up!
Come back, Jacques! Come back!
Jacques, come back!
You OK?
[Nanou] Who did this?
It's not very nice.
It was my big brother.
Sometimes he's nice.
He's seeing a doctor.
- What's in there? - Crabs, from the rock pools.
- What's your name? - Niémans.
- No first name? - Yeah, Pierre.
I'm Nanou. Will you be back tomorrow?
- No, I'm going home. - I live here all the time.
[Pierre] I'll be back next year. We come back all the time.
What are you doing here?
This diner is a tourist joint.
- You know the area? - Yeah.
I used to come here when I was a kid.
Give me the rundown.
- This missing woman. - Yeah?
She works for an estate agent. She had appointments yesterday.
No sign of her since.
Nothing to go on.
That's what Captain Lebel from the local station told me.
But what her husband said.
- She missed the baby's first scan. - Right.
They were looking forward to that appointment.
I doubt she'd miss it intentionally.
- Is the husband a suspect? - No.
Seeing him yesterday, he was giddy as a schoolboy.
That don't mean much.
Théo?
Happy birthday.
Thank you.
Come on.
Come on!
You're totally crazy!
It's for you.
How did you get it?
That's a secret!
It's awesome.
You'll try after, OK? I'll show you.
I'll wait further down.
When did you last come here?
I was 17.
I don't know how.
Me neither.
I love you, Nanou.
I love you too, Pierre.
[whooping]
That looks like fun.
You couldn't pay me to do that crap!
Let's go.
[whooping and laughing]
[rising dramatic music]
[screaming]
[Lisa] Théo! Théo!
Shit!
[Lisa] Théo!
Let's go.
- Superintendent Niémans, OCCS. - Captain Lebel.
This is Lt. Camille Delaunay.
- We've met. Why are you here? - Just witnesses, I assure you.
What happened here?
He was going full speed and lost control.
I can't believe it. I just don't understand.
He rammed into it. He didn't even turn.
It was a surprise.
It was for his birthday. Our tent's over there.
Shall we go?
- What's that stuff? - What? That?
It wasn't there this morning.
Did anyone know you were here?
Just two friends.
And a guy who lives in the house up there.
Touch nothing. We'll call forensics.
- Remember, you're witnesses. - Not any more.
Can you take care of her?
- Yes, Superintendent. - Thank you.
Come with me.
What the hell is this?
PRIVATE PROPERTY NO TRESPASSING
[doorbell]
[electric motor whirs]
Hello.
- Superintendent Niémans. - Come in.
- And you, Miss... - Lieutenant.
- What's happened? - We have a few questions, Mr...
Werner. Thomas Werner.
Please, come in.
That's awful. They seemed very in love.
I made an exception for them. I don't get many visitors.
May I ask about your illness?
Motor neurone disease. Very invasive. Lethal.
But I'm happy here, with my books and my friends.
What's that? Put it away, please.
You don't like reptiles?
I don't trust them.
But Ophiuchus is very friendly.
You say there's never anyone here, right?
Apart from Anne-Marie.
She prepares meals and cleans the house.
Quietly and efficiently.
Anne-Marie what?
Vautrin.
- Did she come today? - Yes.
She stocked the kitchen this morning. I was asleep.
Sorry, there's not much more I can tell you,
and I get tired very quickly.
I'll see you out.
What do you think of him?
Not much for the moment.
Hold on.
Camille...
Camille!
Oh, shit!
Back away slowly.
There.
- They're all over! - There.
Let's go.
This guy's a madman.
That doesn't hold up. The couple live 100 km away.
Why would someone plot to kill him here?
Unless it was the girl.
- Leave her alone. She did nothing. - Right, it was an accident.
It'd be an accident if not for this.
Someone knew they were there, that it was the boy's birthday,
and they placed this near the tent.
Where are we at with Marie Mercier?
I told you, nowhere.
There's no inquiry. And it has no link to this.
A death, a missing person, within 48 hours, here?
Doesn't that seem a bit much?
I'll send the figurines to forensics.
We found footprints on the path.
They could be anyone's, from any time.
- I suppose you're taking charge? - No, we're collaborating, Captain.
Sure.
It's been two days! And nobody is doing anything!
- We took your statement. - Paul?
- I'll handle this. - Why are you here?
I'm a cop. This is Superintendent Niémans.
- Hello. - Hello.
- Can you help me, please? - That's why we're here, Paul.
- I just want to find my wife. - We're doing all we can.
Let us do our work.
[thunder]
Time for dinner, Ophiuchus.
[hissing]
[wind and waves]
Everything all right? How's the desk?
I had the land yacht inspected. The steering was tampered with.
No fingerprints on the figurines. In any case, not Lisa's.
The footprints weren't hers either. Size 5.5 trainers. Not her size.
- I'll be at my desk. - OK, thanks.
[text alert]
I just got Marie's schedule.
Her last meeting was with Werner.
We need to dig in there. Wheelchair or not, he's fishy.
Yeah. Let's start with his housekeeper.
She was there Sunday morning.
Anne-Marie Vautrin, née Soyer. She lives in Camiers.
Take a look.
I'll handle this.
[car door opens and closes]
Mrs Vautrin?
Nanou!
I wasn't sure.
How did you find me?
Am I supposed to guess?
You haven't changed.
Neither have you.
Come here.
I see, so you're a cop now.
What do you want me to tell you?
A girl from the agency mentioned the job six months ago.
- Marie Mercier? - Yeah.
I clean their offices. She told me Werner needed help.
What's he like?
Like someone who'll die soon.
He's a recluse, doesn't talk much.
He might become chatty just for my sake.
I run errands to the chemist's, do the groceries and paperwork.
Hm.
Is he on lots of meds?
Pain medicine, mostly.
He's only 30. Just a kid.
It really is an awful disease.
Any news? I'm climbing the walls.
I told you, we need time to work, OK?
Where are you going?
[sigh]
You can come with me, but don't ask any questions.
[Paul] Come on, get in, Jack.
[laugh]
Look at this one!
[laugh]
You were very cute.
Yeah, I loved that dress.
How old were you?
I don't know. Four or five.
Your brother... Are things better?
You and your legendary smile.
[laugh]
Yeah, I remember.
Damn, we haven't aged well. Especially me.
You look just fine.
Take it.
And here's Mrs Vautrin on her wedding day.
Hm. We're divorcing.
What about you?
My life's complicated. It's always been complicated.
Yeah.
I'm off. I'll drop by, OK?
All right.
No, no. I'm going in alone.
Hello.
Do you know this woman?
Oh yes, she came by Friday.
Mrs Mercier is a nice lady.
My disease is moving faster than expected.
I wanted to prepare for the future, for when I'm no longer here.
A big, empty home is sad, isn't it?
And why her?
I told you, I thought she was nice.
She sold me this house.
But as you see, I don't get out much.
I don't know anyone.
Where was she going after?
No idea.
She didn't stay very long. We had tea. Maybe half an hour.
Did you see Werner on Sunday?
- Is this an interrogation? - No.
I can't stop thinking about the kid who died.
I need to understand.
I went there around 7 o'clock.
How long has he lived there?
I don't know. Not very long.
- Who used to own it? - Adèle.
- Yeah? - Kids would call her "The Witch".
The snakes were hers.
One of the conditions of the sale was that the snakes had to stay.
She used to really scare the kids.
Clara was terrified of her.
Clara?
My daughter.
[laugh]
The look on your face!
Don't worry. She's more like her father.
What did she used to say?
All the kids used to say they heard weird noises in the house.
Some kind of awful moaning. They enjoyed scaring each other.
Where can I find the previous owner?
I think she stayed locally...
Wait! You forgot your photo!
[dog barks]
[Paul] Jack!
Jack!
[dog barks]
Jack, come back!
[Jack barks]
Jack!
[barking]
Jack!
Jack?
[barking]
Thanks for everything, Nanou.
- See you soon? - Hm.
It was good seeing you again.
You too.
- See you soon. - Hm.
[whines]
[Jack whines]
This makes for a lot of coincidences.
That's two murders by one killer.
First the young man, and now this woman.
What a nightmare.
Why here? Why on my property?
I'd ask you the same thing, Mr Werner.
That woman was Marie Mercier.
You saw her alive last, so we'll have to search your house.
Please do so, Lieutenant.
[dials number]
[ringing tone]
Captain, it's Niémans.
Bring two of your men. I'm searching Werner's house.
OK. Anything else?
Get me the former owner's address and the sale contract of the house.
I'll text you it.
Thanks.
[wind howls]
Two deaths! It's... It's horrid.
Two deaths in my home...
No, not your home. Werner's.
Yes...
It's true, I often forget that house is no longer mine.
Precisely.
It's a link between the murders. We'd like to ask you about it.
There's nothing special about that house.
I didn't know Mr Werner. I sold it to him because we're alike.
A lonely soul.
Someone who doesn't want to see anyone.
Nobody ever visited you?
Yes, there was Eugène.
He'd drop by occasionally. A fisherman. He'd bring seafood.
Sometimes he'd stay for a while...
[message alerts]
You're getting lots of messages.
- Remote work. - What sort?
The sort where you reply to lots of people
who think astrology is just daily horoscopes.
How are my snakes doing?
They're doing fine.
- Werner even keeps one on his lap. - He calls it Ophiuchus.
Ophiuchus...
I gave him that name.
Excuse me, I need to get to work.
I'll show you out.
[car starting]
Marie Mercier.
She died three days ago.
Needle mark on her neck.
It was morphine.
She suffocated to death in the sand.
No DNA, no signs of a struggle.
She wasn't raped either.
And the figurines?
Same as the rest. No fingerprints.
Sorry.
Thanks.
Where are you going?
Why use these figurines? What does it all mean?
No idea, but it's the only link between the two victims.
- What's that? - A book I took from Adèle Malarte.
Remind you of anyone?
Werner's previous address is in here.
It's 30-40 km away. He likely has medical records there.
You think he's faking it?
I've got no idea. This is all we have.
Can you reassure me on one point?
- Are we still partners? - Don't be dumb, of course we are.
I don't know if Werner can walk, but his shoe size isn't 5.5.
You saw Anne-Marie Vautrin, his housekeeper, right?
- Yeah. - And?
It wasn't her.
Meaning?
I said, it wasn't her.
- What's wrong? Got a problem? - No.
Eugène Vanier?
Yes? What is it?
Lieutenant Delaunay. May I ask a few questions?
Is this about what happened up there?
Tell me about Adèle Malarte.
- We'd have a bit of fun together. - Yeah...
But that was some 15 years ago.
- How long did the relationship last? - A year or two, but no longer.
But, you know, me and hysterical women, well...
- What do you mean? - What do I mean?
- You met her? - Yes.
- She's bonkers! - Is that what ended it between you?
I dropped by one evening...
Unannounced.
A surprise visit.
It drove her crazy. She flew into a rage.
She screamed like the wind from a rising storm.
High-pitched, creepy voices echoed throughout the house.
She even tried to hit me.
Since then, did you ever go back to the house?
Not while she was there!
Well... From time to time.
I'd deliver fish and seafood to Anne-Marie for Mr Werner.
- Have a good day. - Goodbye.
No need for confidentiality since this concerns two murders.
A kid's land yacht crashed
and a woman was buried alive, so drop the ethics.
- Why are you asking me about him? - To see if he's as ill as he claims.
He is, he has motor neurone disease.
It attacks the brain. Muscles weaken then paralysis occurs.
It's incurable.
He's at death's door. I'm surprised he's lasted this long.
- You no longer treat him? - He ceased treatment.
I saw him go from incomprehension to anger, and then despondency.
He's given up.
- How long does he have? - Six months, maximum.
Thank you, Doctor.
What's your treatment like?
Palliative care.
It's no cure, but it dulls the unbearable pain.
What have you been prescribed?
I have a renewable prescription.
For morphine, mainly.
Why?
Marie Mercier was drugged with morphine.
Where's your stock?
Some of it is missing... Quite a lot, actually.
But Anne-Marie got more last week...
Mrs Vautrin?
I know it's your job...
But it couldn't be her. Not Anne-Marie. No way.
Maybe some was stolen. I rarely lock my door.
Start locking up from now on. Then you won't become a suspect.
- Guess I'm the ideal suspect. - You said it.
Tell me about you, Camille.
Camille?
Yes, I read your badge carefully.
Lieutenant Camille Delaunay. Warrant number 002499.
Born 14th February 1982.
Before all this, I'd have invited you to dinner.
Anne-Marie cooks Eugène's lobsters perfectly.
So long, Mr Werner.
Camille?
Will the murderer continue?
Start locking your doors.
[incoming call]
Yeah?
Niémans, what did you find?
I saw the doctor.
And?
Scratch Werner off the list. He's not got long left.
OK.
[dramatic music]
[children's song echoes]
[distant child sobbing]
[sobbing continues]
Translation: David Wesley Cox SDH Adaptation: Geoff Rowlands
Subtitling: DUBBING BROTHERS
Translation: David Wesley Cox Subtitling: DUBBING BROTHERS