06x03 - Le.Boli.Maudit

[bunniefuu]

RAPH: So what do we have?
NICO: Adrien Dorval, 65 years old,

former mechanical engineer.

He retired and opened a pottery workshop.

ASTRID: Oh. Hm-hmm!

{an1}BOTH: Thank you, Astrid.

- It was nothing.

{an1}RAPH: Astrid? What's going on?

{an1}Oh yes, the tape.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

COP: The coroner has arrived, Captain.

NICO: Good.

- Do you want a ramp so Cmdr
Coste can access the crime scene?

- I'm here, I can hear you.

- Sorry.

- Yes, Capt Perran would like

the crime scene to be
accessible to Cmdr Coste.

If it doesn't bother you too much.

- Of course.

- 'Of course,' yes.

Uh, am I in a dream?
I'm invisible.

RAPH: Hi, Fournier.

FOURNIER: How are you, Coste?
Is the ambulance here?

- What is this, a bloodbath?

FOURNIER: Well, the blood's from
the cuts you see on the victim.

- The one who did this wasn't playing around.

Is it the cause of death?

- Mm-mmm, absolutely not.
Hello, Dr Fournier.

- Hello, Astrid.

No no, the cuts were made post-mortem.

- What makes you say that?
ASTRID: Hm-hmm!

The wounds do not present any swelling,

This is the sign that these
lacerations were inflicted post-mortem.

FOURNIER: Exactly, yes.

They smashed his skull with a blunt object.

- There is dirt on the floor.

- It's not surprising
in a pottery workshop, Astrid.

- And you are right.
Only, this dirt is a different color

from all the other dirt on the floor.

There is some there, there,
there, there, there, there, there,

and there.

The dirt comes from this statuette.

A drop of blood.
FOURNIER: Oh yeah...

- It flows from the statuette's mouth.
- Oh, yeah.

- It's fresh.

- Is this the m*rder weapon?
- Absolutely not.

- Astrid's right, the
shape of the statuette

doesn't correspond at all
with the shape of the wound.

And, it doesn't look sturdy.

If it had been used to hit someone,
it would've shattered into pieces.

RAPH: All right Fournier,
so why is there blood?

- Well... it's a mystery!
Chuckles

ASTRID: Another drop. Hm-hmm! Hmm.

♪

{an9}CAMILLE: I wasn't
supposed to
come in today.

The gate was down, I raised it.

- You saw a figure running away?
- Yeah.

I saw someone go out the back.

Then I walked in, and...

There was so much blood!

- Did you know of any enemies Adrien had?

- None. Adrien is- well,
he was the kindest man in the world.

- Does this statuette mean anything to you?
The Cursed Boli

- No. And it wasn't
made in the workshop.

- How you can be so sure?

It's a dark color, here we use ochre clay.

- But he could've brought
it from home, for example.

- Maybe.

The red color on it is...?
- It's blood.

It isn't known whether it belongs
to the victim or the m*rder*r.

- It's horrible.

CARL: And you say
the suspect isn't identifiable?

- Mm-mmm.
RAPH: No,

there's no CCTV in the area,
and the canvass turned up nothing.

- However, we found the m*rder
weapon in a nearby trash can.

Mobile vibrates
It's a clay roller from the
workshop. It went to the lab.

- Very well, keep me
informed of your progress.

Yes, Carl Bachert.

NORAH: I know what
your weird statuette is;

it's called a "boli."
- A what?

- A boli.

- It's an African fetish
typical of the Bambaras.

- What?

- Of the Bambara.

- It's a West African ethnic group,

the Bambara live in
Senegal, Mali, Ivory Coast...

NORAH: Burkina Faso too, I found
several of the same kind on the internet.

They sell really well at auction, these
little creatures can go for up to €100,000.

- Oh yeah? That makes
a nice motive for m*rder.

- I'm not sure that the adjective
'pretty' is appropriate, Capt Perran.

- Pretty or not pretty,

we don't know why
this statuette was full of blood.

- Yes. But she can tell us.
Her name is Fanta Samaké,

she's a specialist in Bambara
at the African Worlds Institute.

- She fights art traffickers and

campaigns for the return of
African heritage to the countries.

- If she recognizes the
statuette, maybe she can tell us

who the arms dealers or collectors
are who might be interested in it.

- Mm-hmm. Good, thanks.
The institute is right next door,

I'm going to have just a
quick word with the Commissioner.

sh*t.
Let's go, Astrid.

- Yes. Slowly— do you want help?
- No, it's all right.

ASTRID: Raphaëlle—
- It's fine. Thank you.

- Careful.
- Thanks.

CARL: Yes, absolutely.

Ah, of course, Coste
is an outstanding investigator.

Yes, but given the situation,
I think she would accept the position.

Obviously, it would take
her away from the field,

but I think she'd
see the advantages.

Of course. Very well,

I'll take care of telling her about it.

Thank you.

RAPH: Astrid,

I overheard a conversation with
the Commissioner in spite of myself.

He wants to put me on the shelf.

- Are you sure you understood?
- Well yes, yes, that's for sure.

Look, look at what an investigator I am.

I'll be put on the shelf and that's it.

- I don't understand. Why would
the Commissioner put you on a shelf?

- Oh. No, it's imagery. He wants to
push me aside, that's what it means.

And he's not the only one.

This morning, there was this cop who

who acted like I don't exist. I get
it all the time right now, it's crazy.

- Perhaps it would be beneficial for you

to accompany me to
a social skills workshop.

- I have no problem with social habits.

- Mm-mmm. You seem to have
a problem related to your new situation.

William is very competent when
it comes to helping solve problems.

- Yes, all right. I'll think
about it, it's a good idea.

- Hello!

Fanta Samaké. I was waiting for you.

- Hello, ma'am. We can't take the stairs.

- No problem, my office is there.

FANTA: In Bambara culture,
the boliw protect the villages.

Unfortunately, in the


under the guise of an
'ethnographic expedition.'

The famous dancing boli in the Quai Branly*
* Museum

was in fact stolen in Mali
by the writer Michel Leiris.

He considered it a work
of art, but boliw are sacred.

He got rid of it as soon as he could.
- Yes? Why was that?

- He was convinced
the statuette was cursed.

- Ms Samaké, can boliw
be the subject of trafficking?

- Yes...

...yes, most of them are
quite popular with art lovers,

and some are very, very expensive.

- Yes, up to €100,000.

{an1}FANTA: For example.

{an1}But you wanted to talk
to me about a particular boli?

- Yes. Astrid, can you show her?
- Yes.

- Thanks.

- Have you ever seen this boli?

- No, never.

It's a beautiful piece.

It's covered in something, yes?

- Yes, this boli is covered with blood.

Fresh blood. Hmm.

- Fresh blood? You mean it drank it?

- Ms Samaké, the boli is
a statuette, a statuette can't drink.

- Do you see this hole?

It's the mouth of the boli.

To play its role as protective fetish,
it must be charged with "nyama,"

a vital energy.

- And, to recharge,
the boli has to drink blood?

- That's it.

- Mmm.

- Ms Samaké, in Bambara culture,

is it possible, during rituals,

to make the boli drink human blood?`

FANTA: Human blood?

- Ah, no, no! No, never in my life!

FANTA: My culture is
Bambara, I know the traditions,

I can assure you that
human sacrifices do not exist.

Colonists in cooking pots
are only in comic books.

- A human sacrifice
in Paris, we're in trouble.

- Oh.

- This statuette gives me the creeps— you?
- Mm-mmm.

- Ms Samaké said it was cursed!

- No, what Ms Samaké said was that

the writer Michel Leiris
considered himself as such.

- Oh f*ck! I'm going
to be late for my- reeducation-

- Your rehabilitation session.
- Yes, that's it.

- You're not going to be
late, you must not be late.

Raphaëlle, we are


This distance can take


at an average walking pace
of 15 minutes per kilometer.

Accounting for waiting for
lights at pedestrian crossings

and possible slowdowns,
it is reasonable to add



So we will be there in 22
minutes, we will be four minutes early.

- I didn't know you had a built-in GPS!

- I don't have GPS.
Mobile vibrates

- Yes, Fournier?

Yes. Um...

All right, okay- very well.

Astrid, Fournier has something
very important to show us,

could you go there with Nicolas?

- Oh. Absolutely not. I will
go after dropping you off

at your rehabilitation session.

- Yes, but you'll be late-
- Mm-mmm.

...look!
- Mm, mm-mmm.

- Well...
- Twenty-two minutes.

PT: That's great.

I'll press a little harder to
increase the range of motion, okay?

- I've been in rehabilitation for
a month and I still don't feel a thing.

If I were getting needles
in my feet I wouldn't realize it.

Sighs
- Your neurological system
has been affected, Raphaëlle.

It's normal for it to take a
long time for sensations to return.

- But will they come back, huh?

- They should come back, yes.

But you'll have to be patient, okay?

Well, I'll help you get
back into your chair.

We'll stop there for today.

Don't lose hope, eh!

Okay? I'll help you.

Come on, give me your arm. There you go.

[There.]

Medical Examiner

FOURNIER: Oh god. Phew.

NICO: Uh- Fournier, what's going on?

- What, 'what's going on'?
You see what's happening!

- Dr Fournier, you are
injured in the right frontal region.

- Yes, I hit the cupboard door looking for
the water meter, look at the leak we have!

And all that after the power outage!

I'm pretty rational, but actually all this
has been since the boli's been there.

Laughs
- Are you serious, Fournier?

The boli isn't cursed!

NICO: These are coincidences.
- Yeah, well that's a lot of coincidences!

- Cmdr Coste says that
coincidences don't exist.

- Well, as for the victim,

he was indeed k*lled
with the pottery roller.

- Mm-hmm.
- There's no DNA on him, unfortunately.

- There.

The skin is hypopigmented.

FOURNIER: Indeed, Astrid.

Probably an old burn
or something like that.

Now for the serious stuff.
So the blood found on the fetish

is from the victim, Adrien Dorval.

- Great, that's progress.

- Mm-mmm. When Dr
Fournier looks at you like that

it means a subject concerns him.

- Fournier, does a subject concern you?

- Well, besides the
victim's blood we found

three more fairly recent
samples of human blood.

This boli is a serial k*ller.

- Three other victims? Who are they?

- Astrid identified one.

- Absolutely—

—Raphaëlle?

- Oh yes, sorry.

- One of the blood
samples taken from the boli

matches a blood sample
of a victim in another case,

recorded in Criminal Documentation.
I found the file.

Simon Vitelli, 71 years old.

Died by exsanguination due
to self-inflicted vascular section



- Basically, he k*lled
himself by slitting his wrists.

- He was found dead in his home
in a very large amount of his own blood.

- He was in jail


Since then, he's
been an aviation instructor.

NICO: You think it could be m*rder?

Why cover the boli with the victim's blood?
ASTRID: To recharge it with "nyama."

Nyama means 'vital energy' in Bambara.

- We think that there is a
ritual dimension to the m*rder.

- Yeah, okay, four murders to
recharge a statuette with vital energy.

We're dealing with a madman!

- If you're looking for
a specialist, I'm available.

- Delphine!

- Hi!

RAPH: Thank you for coming.

I didn't think you would answer my call,

we need your profiler opinion.

- A serial k*ller, rituals,
a cursed statue. How could I resist?

- In any case, I'm looking forward
to hearing what you think of the boli.

Ceramic cracks
Several gasps

RAPH: Oh!

- Aw-!
sh*t...

ASTRID: It's not a burn.

- Are you okay, Nico?
- Yeah.

- The burn is not a burn.

- Yes, Astrid, it's a burn.
- Mm-mmm,

it's not a burn.

- Did you see what happened?

- What?
- The cup!

The cup broke when I said the word 'boli.'

- Oh. Nico, please.

You wouldn't be
telling me that you're cursed?

- Well no, I'm not saying that at all—

—but still, it's...

Annoying.

- Oh, this case is going
to be interesting!

- Two victims have been identified.

Simon Vitelli, who was found 15 days ago,

and Adrien Dorval, k*lled this morning.

And we know there are at least two others

- Why did he target his victims?
Does he have a profile type?

- We have two white men in their sixties,

same age group, same backgrounds.

That's not to say
this is a typical profile.

Have you met
a specialist in
Bambara culture?

- Yes, according to her, spreading
blood on the boli is a way of feeding it,

to charge it with the vital energy.

- So the m*rder*r's acts
could be found in Bambara culture.

- The Bambara never
practiced human sacrifice.

- Still, this ritual is meant to
mean something to the m*rder*r.

Either he is part of the Bambara
culture, and he knows the tradition,

or he's an outsider
doing it for personal reasons.

- Sorry, I think I have something
that could connect our victims.

At first they have
nothing in common.

They grew up and
lived in different cities,

no mutual friends, different professions,

No crossover, except here: in 1981.

- Adrien Dorval was a mechanic in the navy,

and Vitelli had two jobs
and mostly traveled.

Excuse me Norah, I don't see what
these two people have in common.

- Yeah, I know it's thin.
The ship Adrien Dorval worked on

shuttled cargo on the west coast of Africa.

He passed through Dakar.

- And Simon Vitelli made
a trip to Senegal in February '81.

- It's something.
- Yeah

Making progress.

ASTRID: Yes/Yeah.

Good day/Hello.

Orange is the other. Blue is me.

Blue, that's me.

Yes, hello.

Hello, I'm Astrid Nielsen
from Criminal Documentation,

I would like to speak
to Ms Sophie Lemaître,

Chief Librarian of the archives
of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, please.

All right. I'll hold.

I don't have 'I'll hold.'

NICO: Mm-hmm.

Very well, thank you. Goodbye.

- So?
- The Senegalese embassy

confirms that Vitelli went
to Senegal in February 1981.

- Ah!
- Is there a 'but'?

- Well, we have no record of his exit.

- Could it be an admin bug?
- The embassy says it's impossible

and not to question
its administration so easily.

- Or he left through a neighboring country.

- Yeah, it's possible.

I'll take the Mauritania
and Mali embassies,

Norah, you take Burkina Faso,
Guinea, and Guinea-Bissau, okay?

- Yes!
Mobile vibrates

- Yes, Astrid?

Yes, fine, I'll be right there.

Yes, yes, with Delphine.

Goodbye, Astrid.
Bye.

- Astrid, you have something for me?
- Yes.

Where is Cmdr Coste?
- Uh- she was with me... Hey, oh!

- Hey! What idiot architect put steps here?

It isn't right. I'm sorry, it's not right!

Unbelievable! It'd be really nice to
review this building's accessibility.

Shameful.

- Three steps. 1, 2, 3.

It's not very practical.
I don't know the architect's name.

I know another entrance
that is more suitable.

- Oh. Where is it, please?

Back there?

I don't need help! No, it's fine.

Elevator music

Your thing isn't going very fast.

- My 'thing,' as you say,
is a freight elevator.

It is intended to carry archives,
archives do not need to go fast.

- Ah! About time.

Well have you found our missing link?
- Mm-mmm,

I didn't find a link. I found a file.

- Really?

- I feel like I'm pushing my archive cart.

I like to push your chair.

- But this is to go faster, otherwise
I can manage very well on my own.

- Mm-mmm.
- Yes.

- 'Otto Grüner, 75, accidentally impaled

himself on a gate at his property.'
Medical Examiner Report

Couldn't it be accidental?
- Yes.

- And it could be one of
our unidentified victims?

- Yes.

- All right. What makes
you say that, Astrid?

- This.

- Can I see?

- I haven't finished
reading, but, please...

- There.

- 'A dry brown soil
was found at the scene.'

- Oh yeah.
Like at Adrien Dorval's.

You think the boli came this far?

- The boli couldn't have come on
its own. I think the k*ller took it there.

This cluster of concordant clues

suggests the involvement of
the same k*ller in these three cases.

Look.

Here is the blood test performed

by the ME in charge of the case.
RAPH: Very good,

we'll just compare it to
the blood found on the boli

and we'll know for sure.

DELPHINE: Well done, Astrid.

How did you make the connection?

- The tattoo.

Otto Grüner had exactly
the same tattoo as Simon Vitelli.

Both tattoos are identical.

They are located in the same place,
the back at the top of the left shoulder.

On the corpse of Adrien Dorval,

a hypopigmented spot is
in exactly the same place,

on his left shoulder.

The size fits. Hmm!

- It wasn't a burn, it's a scar
from a tattoo he had removed.

- Do you know its meaning?
- Absolutely.

Otto Grüner has a file in
the Ministry of Foreign Affairs archives.

- At the Quai d'Orsay?

Was he a diplomat?

- Absolutely not. In 1981, Otto Grüner
was involved in a diplomatic incident

between France
Investigation Report

and the Republic of Upper Volta.
Investigation Report

- The current Burkina Faso.
- Yes, I know...

- In the file he is identified as
belonging to the Phantom Leopards.

- 'Phantom Leopards'?
What is that, a basketball team?

- From 1971 to 1983, the Phantom Leopards

formed an unofficial paramilitary group.
RAPH: What?

Was the victim a spook?

- Spooks? Are you sure?

- Yes. Adrien Dorval,
Simon Vitelli, and Otto Grüner

were part of an
unofficial paramilitary group

called the Phantom Leopards.

- We now have confirmation that
Otto Grüner is a Boli k*ller victim:

his DNA was on the statuette.

So we have three spooks.
ASTRID: Hm-hmm!

- All right. What exactly were
these Phantom Leopards doing?

- It's a group of mercenaries that operated
in West Africa in the 1970s and 80s

- Between 1971 and 1983.

- Thank you, Astrid.

They participated in
conflicts, supported local dictators,

organized coups— the Ministry of Foreign
Affairs archives speak for themselves.

- They weren't idle, that's for sure.

They sold their souls
to large industrial groups,

to defend their interests.

- What interests us, Commissioner,

is that beyond the
ritual aspect of the murders,

as we don't have the full symbolic scope,

I think we're dealing with
a k*ller who is taking revenge—

—probably for something that
happened in Africa in the 70s and 80s,

and linked to the Phantom Leopards.

- And do you have a lead?
ASTRID: Mm-mmm,

not at the moment. However,
according to the elements gathered,

we know the Phantom Leopards

operated from 1971
to 1983 over a vast territory

from Senegal to Mali.

RAPH: And we're only
talking about known operations.

So I'll let you imagine
the invisible part of the iceberg.

- Hmm.

And the last victim,
the one who hasn't been identified?

- We have nothing yet.

- There are no icebergs in Africa.

- Yes, Astrid.

- Raph, there's someone for you.
- Oh.

- I found out where your boli came from.

- Is this the one?

- Yes. The boli pictured
in this exposition catalog

has the left front member offset,

like the one at the crime scene,

and the shape matches.

- Your colleague has an eye.
- She even has two!

Well, the catalog technical sheet
mentions an anonymous collector.

- Yes. Our exhibition
curator has a good memory.

- Like Astrid.
- Hm-hmm!

- Bernard Nilès, big French industrialist.

He made his career at DynamoCorp,

a mining company.

NICO: He was the head of their

West Africa division from 1975 to 83.

His mandate was setting up
a bunch of mines in the region:

Mauritania, Burkina, Mali,
Guinea, Senegal. End of story.

- I see.
Nostalgic for the colonialist era.

- A France-Africa profiteer,

it didn't bother him to set up his
mines on land belonging to villagers.

Rebellions were expected, of of course.

- And where is this gentleman?
- He died two months ago.

- Mr Nilès

died following an
as*ault during a robbery.

According to the autopsy report,
he was stabbed in the carotid artery.

RAPH: The carotid; so

I guess he must've gushed blood.

- Well, we just
received the blood tests:

Bernard Nilès DNA matches
blood samples from the boli,

but older.
RAPH: That means he was

the first victim of the Boli k*ller.

- It is therefore possible to theorize

it was at Mr Nilès's residence

that the k*ller recovered the statuette.

- Hold on: in Bambara belief
the boli protects the village.

What if our k*ller isn't trying to
avenge a person, but his entire village?

Which could've been
destroyed by Nilès's mines.

- Okay. Norah, can you list all the
mines built in the region for me?

And Nico, find me

the squad that investigated Nilès's death.
- On it.

RAPH: As for me,
I have an appointment.

- Exactly.

- This evening, I...

...I came to ask you for help.

Because I have a problem.

WILLIAM: Raphaëlle, we're listening.

- As you know, I had
a neurological accident.

And for a month I've been in a wheelchair.

- And you can't do what you did before.
RAPH: That's it.

It's hard, but that's not the worst part.

The worst part is...

It's the way people look at me.

Or rather, the way people don't look at me.

ANGÉLIQUE:
In the canteen I have a colleague who

always speaks to my neighbor
when he wants to tell me something.

- That's it, that's exactly
what I'm saying.

My colleagues now see me as different.

- It's simply the way others look
at you that gives you that impression.

- I remember that one day you said to me:

'When I'm alone, I'm myself.'

'It's with others that I'm different.'

- Yes. It was in the Paper Room.

- [[That was it.]]

- Raphaëlle, believe me—

—here you have nothing
to fear from the gaze of others.

- Well, thank you.

Thank you so much.

- Good morning, Astrid.

- Good morning, Capt Perran.

- I contacted Bernard Nilès's daughter,
and she remembers the boli very well.

Would you mind coming
to interview her with me?

Raphaëlle is at the neurologist.

- This situation is uncomfortable.
- [I understand.]

I understand, but when Raphaëlle
is fully recovered, it will be better.

- Capt Perran,

you cannot say 'when
Raphaëlle is fully recovered,'

At this stage there is no certainty

as to her ability to ever
recover the use of her legs.

- You'll wait wait here?
- All right.

CLAIRE: As I told
you, when the officers

questioned me
about what was stolen,

I didn't think of the boli.

Dad brought it from Africa
when we returned to France in 1983.

It stood in the dining room,

it reminded my father of his African years.

It made me uncomfortable.
NICO: Uncomfortable?

Did it scare you?

- No, not at all.

It reminded me of our villa in Ouagadougou.

There was... a bell, to ring for
the 'boys,' as my father would say.

CLAIRE: I was a kid, but
I realized that it all wasn't normal.

Long story short,
after three or four years

my father put the
statuette in the attic.

When you called me, I went up to check.

The boli had disappeared.

- In the attic? Why?
To get it out of the way?

- Yes.

Soon after our return from Africa,
my father had a series of problems:

he set up his own
company, but it went bankrupt;

he had a skiing accident too;

then Mom... she got quite ill.

My father attributed
these setbacks to the boli.

He said it was cursed,
so he locked it in the attic.

ASTRID: All right.

Ms Nilès, do you know which
village this boli comes from?

- I never knew.

I kept my father's professional archives,

could they help you?

- Archives? Yeah, you'll
make someone happy.

- Hm-hmm! Moi!

Amused
- Hmm.

- Forty-five villages, spread between
Senegal, Burkina, Mali, and Guinea.

- You mean, 45 villages were destroyed
so DynamoCorp could dig mines?

- That's right. The
inhabitants were dispossessed,

or ended up
abandoning their land

because nearby mining
caused too much pollution.

- We need to find out which of
the 45 villages the boli came from.

- I know who can help us.

NICO: Thank you
for agreeing to help us

find out where the boli
comes from, Ms Samaké.

- The boli itself will help us.

- This is the inside of the boli.
FOURNIER: That's it.

FANTA: Yeah, exactly.

When created, the boli is made up
of symbolic elements of its village,

and these elements are hidden inside.

- What's that?
ASTRID: A skull fragment.

- No, don't panic,

based on the teeth, it's
a small, slender carnivore

like a meerkat or mongoose.

NICO: And that, what is that?

- Oh, that's the boli telling
us where it comes from.

- Oh, all right. Heh heh.

NICO: Ultrasound showed
this flower inside the boli.

- Acridocarpus monodii.
- Where does it grow?

- According to the African
Worlds Institute botanist,

it grows in a very specific region, there,

at the foot of the Cliff of Bandiagara.

- Between Mali and Burkina.
- All right,

that leaves us with nine villages.

- It reduces the search, but it will
still take time to find the inhabitants.

The censuses weren't accurate in those
countries, even less so in rural areas.

- No problem, I have another way.

Thanks.

- How did it go at the neurologist's?

- Nothing new.

- [Okay.]

- Nico?
- Mm-hmm?

- We have to get used to the
idea that I won't walk again.

Never again.

- [Okay.]

Whatever happens, I'm here, okay?

Hear me? Whatever happens.

- Do not go beyond the line.

Slowly, it's fragile.



- Thank you for coming to us, Mr Cissoko.

- How can I help you, Commander?

- Oussmane, we need you
to tell us about Bandiagara.

Laughs
- The cliffs are vast, Fanta.

- We're looking for a village whose
boli disappeared in the 1980s.

- Why are you interested
in these old stories?

We think that what happened in this
village led a Bambara man to m*rder.

- He who takes a human life
is not worthy of being Bambara!

Angrily
OUSSMANE: Who is it?

- We don't know.
He k*lled several people.

He sacrificed them to feed the boli.

- He didn't understand anything!

A boli doesn't want
to drink the blood of men!

Your m*rder*r thinks
he's Bambara, but he's not.

- And regarding the cliffs of...?
OTHERS: 'Bandiagara.'

- Bandiagara.

[[Ah.]]

Scoffs

When I was young,
my father told me this story.

At the foot of the cliff,

the land was generous to its inhabitants.

Sorghum and millet grew in abundance.

It wasn't just the surface
of the earth that was rich.

Its heart was too.

The whites wanted this heart.

The white men offered their money,

but the villagers didn't
want to give up their land.

But the chief loved money.

So he stole the boli
and gave it to the whites.

Without its protection,

the village began to decline.

The river dried up and the crops withered.

So, the whites
possessed the land

and r*ped its heart!

- Oussmane,

Do you remember the name of this village?

- Koridogou.
The village was called Koridogou.

Shame on Alassé Barry!

- Who is Alassé Barry?

- The village chief.

He's the one who stole the boli.

- Alassé Barry was chief
of the village of Koridogou,

Burkina Faso, until 1980.

- And today in place of the
village there's a manganese mine.

- Manganese is very profitable.
- It's a mineral used to make batteries.

- There's some everywhere:
computers, telephones, electric cars.

- We found press clippings from the time.

- Thanks. 'Alassé Barry,
chief of the village of Koridogou,

stole the boli from his village
and gave it to the white men.'

- It basically says
Alassé Barry defended himself,

he accused DynamoCorp
of stealing the boli.

The villagers didn't believe him.

- Could this be a spy trick?
- H-mm.

- The boli was stolen
and Alassé took the blame,

to distract the locals.

- And Alassé Barry
could be taking revenge

by k*lling all the
protagonists in this story.

- Something's wrong.

- Yes? What's wrong?

- Why would Barry wait so long for revenge?

- He still hadn't found the boli.
NICO: Yeah.

- Alassé Barry is not the k*ller,

he died in Montreuil three months ago.

DELPHINE:
So Alassé Barry is not our k*ller,

on the other hand his death
coincides with the start of the murders.

That means his death
triggered the k*ller.

- Not to mention there's
a conflict over his burial site.

- For what reason?

- Because he's been
considered to be a traitor

since stealing the boli from his village.

He was ostracized when he
came to France with his family, but

they weren't very well
received either, let's say.

All he wanted was to
be buried in his native land,

unfortunately the elders were opposed.

- All right, so we're
looking for someone who

would be part of the family
environment and knows Bambara.

- And you should start
with Mathias Barry,

he's the eldest.

According to tradition,
he's the one who

was supposed to
become chief of the village,

assuming the role of protector.

- If he's the culprit,

performing the sacrifices would
recharge the boli with nyama.

Not only would he avenge his father,

he'd also carry out
his role as protector. That's it!

- I have his CV. Mathias
Barry: top Parisian high school, yeah;

prep school; engineering school.
- Yeah, but no job when he left.

- In fact, he struggled
as a security guard

and failed as a delivery driver.
Very frustrating for an engineer.

- Mm. Especially since he learned Bambara,

he even finished a degree
in languages ​​and civilization.

- But several trips to Burkina.

- Eh, returning to his roots,

it's common in our community,

You can do maths'up, put on
a three-piece suit to fail a job interview,

but it doesn't hide your skin color.

- One of Alassé's children had
a long stay in a psychiatric hospital,

because he was convinced he
was the subject of systemic racism.

- I think I found our
m*rder*r, thanks to social media;

listen to this: 'Koridogou, I am
your worthy leader. I will avenge you.'

And it's signed-

OTHERS: Mathias Barry.
- How do you know?

- Have you located him?

- That's the problem, no one in
his family has seen him for weeks.

- Norah?
- Not much better—

—he left his accommodation a few
months ago without leaving an address.

RAPH SIGHS

ASTRID: Bernard Nilès, Otto
Gruner, Simon Vitelli, Adrien Dorval.

- Are you all right?
- Fine.

Thinking about Mathias Barry.

To descend into madness like that is—

—it could've been me.

Oh, yes!

If I had been systematically
rejected for jobs,

relegated to underqualified jobs,

because my name is
Fanta Samaké, I tell you...

- He was an unstable boy, hmm?

DELPHINE: He had multiple
stays in psychiatric hospitals.

- We've identified the
last spy: 'Sylvain Belrois.'

He lives in the suburbs.

- Good. Are you taking Fanta with you?

Mathias will talk if she's with you.
- Okay.

- Fanta, coming with me?
- Okay.

- See you later.

Siren

Tires on gravel

- Quick! We have to intervene immediately!

Shout

Door smashes

Sylvain gasps in fright

- Drop your weapon!

MATHIAS: This man deserves
to die, he k*lled the village of Koridogou!

My father lost everything because of him!

- Stop, or I'll fire!

FANTA: Mathias?

- Who are you?

- Mathias,

{an1}Bambara
we want to
talk to you.

{an1}- I don't want
to talk to
anyone!

{an1}- I know you
feel rejected
here,

{an1}and that you
want to find a
place among
the Bambara.

{an1}But please stop.

{an1}MATHIAS: I have to
recharge the boli
for Koridogou.

{an1}- You don't have
to do that!

{an1}A boli doesn't
want to drink the
blood of men.

{an1}- But this man
stole the boli.

{an1}He accused
my father.

{an1}He deserves to die

{an1}like the other four.

{an1}- We know your
father isn't a
traitor!

{an1}FANTA: I'll speak
to the elders,

{an1}I'll explain!

{an1}They'll allow your
father to be buried
in Burkina Faso.

Mathias!

{an1}Drop your weapon.

- Sorry.

This man must die.

- NO!
Shot

Grunts of pain

Mathias!

{an1}- Send the boli
to Koridogou.

{an1}I beg you.

{an1}- I promise, Mathias.

{an1}I promise.

SYLVAIN: What am I doing here?

I was almost k*lled, I'm
being treated like a guilty person!

- You are guilty, Mr Belrois.

- What? You're crazy, guilty of what?

- With your Phantom Leopard friends

you stole the Koridogou
boli for Bernard Nilés.

At the same time you ruined a man's life.

And that of his son.

- He was a madman!

- Because of you.

Scoffs

- All those stupid villagers!

They believed so much in
the strength of their statuette,

their piece of land!

- I don't know how many lives you've
wasted, playing mercenaries in Africa.

But really, get something into your head:

You're not going to get away with it.

Specifically, we did
a little search of your place-

- You have no right!
- Of course we have the right.

We found unlicensed weapons

and your little stash of jewelry.

Oh, it's not much; but you'll
deserve your life being ruined.

- You are ridiculous.
- Mmm.

Oh, one last thing.

I don't know if the boli is cursed,

but I hope it took a dislike to you.

- I contacted the elders of the community.

When I said Alassé
Barry hadn't stolen the boli,

they lifted the ban
on returning to the land.

Alassé's body will return to his country.

- And Mathias?

- It's more complicated.

It's funny...

I know he committed a horrible
act for which there is no excuse,

but I can't help but be
touched by Mathias's story.

Stuck between two worlds,
neither really accepting him.

It couldn't have been easy.

Thank you, Commander.

- Commissioner?

- Yes, Coste?
- I need to talk to you.

- Yes, come in.

- Well, I'm not ready
to be put on the shelf yet!

- Excuse me?
- My disability.

It's not a problem for me,
do we understand each other?

- What are you talking about, Coste?
- Oh, let's not!

I heard your conversation, yeah?

'Given the situation'— the situation—

—'Cmdr Coste will accept
a subordinate position.'

You know what you can do
with your subordinate position?

You can stick it where I...

Well...

I'm not accepting the job, that's it.

- Coste, Coste-
RAPH: No!

- Wait. Coste, I think
there's a misunderstanding.

Come here a minute.

Deep breath
[Okay.]

I was talking about the
position of Commissioner.

I'm leaving, Coste.

I was offered a position at the Ministry
of the Interior, and I've accepted.

When I was asked who
I imagined replacing me,

I thought of you right away.

Because you're a fabulous investigator,

and you would make
an excellent Commissioner.

- [I'm sorry.]

- Will you think about it?
- Yes.

Thanks, boss.

I missed our little habits.

- Me too.

- I feel like it's been a century
since we had Monday dinner!

- Mm-mmm. A century
is made up of 5,200 weeks.

It's been seven weeks that we haven't
had Monday dinner at your place.

- Actually, you didn't tell me...

when you're rescheduling the wedding.

- Because you didn't ask me.

The wedding is rescheduled
for December 14th.

- Great. And, um...

Am I still your witness?

- Absolutely.

Administratively, you are still
registered as my witness, Raphaëlle.

- Great! I'm happy! This time,

I swear I won't try on
the wedding rings, this time.

Tea?
- Mm-mmm.

Tea splashes
- Aiee!

Damn!
- Raphaëlle, you shouted.

Did you burn yourself?
- Yeah!

- Are you in pain?
- Yes!

Stifled laugh

- You're smiling.

ASTRID: Why?

- I can feel my legs, Astrid!

- Hm-hmm!
- [I can feel my legs!]

- Raphaëlle, you're burned,
you feel your legs?

Laughs

ASTRID: This is very good news.

Giggles shakily

You should put cold water on it.