01x02 - Episode 2

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Secondary syphilis, in utero.

The mother may be healthy,
But if the father infects,

The child is born sick, will survive
a few hours or months, it depends.

This little...

the little guy didn't stand a chance.

Do you see marks on your skin?

Manipulation of the body affected by
Syphilis is dangerous.

The bacterium is transmissible.

I love my job,
But not always.

The agents acted in accordance
as directed.

They detained a prost*tute outside the church
in a roundup that you ordered.

Your agents behaved
like animals.

A child has died.
There will be consequences.

Their word against the word of
prostit*tes.

Confirmed by a police inspector
Police and a nun.

Both should respect the hierarchy.

Why look for scandal where,
where there is none?

The child had syphilis.
God be thanked.

And so it would have died. What's the point?

You can leave, Fondari said.

The pathologist examined the body of your child.

Sylvain. His name was Sylvain.

He examined Sylvain's body and found
traces indicative of this,

That he had syphilis.

This does not justify
the behavior of police officers.

He would have died anyway.

That's what they'll say, right?

Yes.

He was sick because he had a wh*re mother.

It's my fault.

You have been on the card for a year.

According to the documentation, you are
healthy.

You don't skip tests,
you don't have symptoms.

Did you know about your illness?

I found out when he was
he was born.

Sylvain had footsteps.

Seen.

I brought it here.
I showed it to the sisters at the detention center.

They know each other.

They offered to send us
to Saint Lazarus.

- You didn't want to.
- I didn't have to.

I did not infect.

I was healthy.

The son would be provided with treatment.

Treatment?
Sylvain had little time.

So why shut it down?

In the wild...

I fed him with my milk.

I took them out for walks.

I showed him the sky, the stars....

He would not see them in prison.

Do you know who the father is?

He had many of them.

I was nagged by my supervisor.

That I should not have talked about it to you
talk about it, but to go to customs.

Without fear, sister,
they won't ask you to lie.

At most, about the lack of memory.

Jouin?

Guichard, the customs brigade.

I have a message from Commissioner
Fondari.

Listening.

The three touts,
Who rolled up the girl,

cannot be punished for now,
you know.

But they will not be forgotten.

We will get rid of them in a month,
three months, one at a time, without any noise.

We promise.

They deserved a harsher punishment.

Yes, we agree.
But there is only so much we can do.

In the report, you mention

about the attitude of officers
Of the customs brigade.

They left the woman in a cell
for 10 hours

And they did not take care of her son.
She told them he was sick!

- He would have died anyway.
- That's what they didn't know.

Insisting on his accusations,

you will only make trouble for me,
not customs.

Should I change the report?

No, it's against the law.
But you don't have to make a noise.

What about this mother?

They will treat it according to procedure,
no more and no less.

The law firm "Weidmann and Chauvin".

Jeanne, it's me.

Don't hang up the phone.

What do you want?

I have a client for you.

Rosalie Dantremont.

Lots of calls. Le Figaro,
Le Matin, La Croix.

On Dantremont.

If you remain silent, the scandal will spread
will expand. You must speak up.

And what do I say?

The prefecture did its job,
as always.

The mother is solely to blame.

The child was sickened by
her profession.

She refused to put him in care,
left alone.

Let her who is without sin,
be the first to throw a stone.

Invite journalists?

Naturally.

"You have the devil for a father and want to
fulfill your father's desires."

The lady's mother was bothering them,
So they got rid of her.

In prayer you will know the truth.

"In prayer you will know the truth."

I was a friend of your mother.

You wrote to me.
John, chapter eight, verse 44.

Marguerite Steinheil.
Do you know her?

They call it the k*ller Sucker.
Do you know why?

Terrible woman.

He seduces the prefect and becomes a
widower.

Doesn't that surprise you?

The father knows the Steinheils,
no denying it.

He knows all sorts of people,
That's the function he has.

Only the lady appears out of nowhere.

But the police officers accompanying me
will determine who you are.

My mother's friend?

Really?

Mom?

Yes?

I can't attend the openings.

It's hard for the father.

He has to put up with all these comments,
doesn't know what he's going to sell.

Have you seen her body?

Stop. It's a baby.

Go out with her more often.
Men are watching.

You don't notice anything, you think,
it's behind you.

No, for her.

I saw you. You topped up the cash register.

I'm free to help, I guess?

If we didn't so
needed...

Patience.
Everything takes time.

Five years have passed.
And you're still on duty with that wh*re.

Not on duty.

He calls and you run.
Or you send your son.

And what will he see there?

How the bourgeois live.
He won't acquire a taste for it.

I, in any case, am very
good in my house.

She will one day ask you to do something,
that you can't do.

What you are not allowed to do.

Will you know how to say no?

You know they do.

Give it a rest.

Note that the maiden may
show up in company.

Yes, very good.

Disappointed?

Not a bit. You are beautiful.

I prefer the green one.

Where to?

To Forest. Paint.

In this cold?

I have mittens, thank you.

Don't wait for lunch,
I picked up a sandwich.

I am 44 years old.

I am generally healthy.

Without bragging, a vigorous
of me.

A harmless runny nose in winter....

Why are you scratching yourself?

I don't know.

- I've been itching and wanted to...
- Let me show you.

Have you had this rash for a long time?

I don't know. It appears and disappears.

When did you notice her
the first time? Anywhere?

I don't remember.

I'm not asking for a date.

I don't know, it will be six months now.

Anything serious?

I have to ask some intimate questions.

Please.

Are you married?

- Children?
- Daughter.

- Are you well off?
- Yes... to a certain extent.

That's a good thing.

Did you already have a wound on your member?

Pardon?

Did you already have a wound on your member.

Don't.

Are you sure?

Even a tiny one?
The size of a pin head?

Possibly. I didn't worry about it.

- She disappeared.
- Yes.

And a few months later
a rash appeared.

Yes.

Before the occurrence of this wound
Did you have intercourse with anyone other than your wife?

The answer will remain confidential.

Yes.

Do you drink?

In moderation.

Right. Next.

Are you tired of mood changes?

Like everyone else.

What is your profession?

I am a painter.

Has anything changed in the way
painting?

Gestures, technique?

Yes...

Yes, I have made progress.

It's a matter of not so much technique...

how much inspiration.

Visions, extrasensory experiences....

Can you feel my fingers?

Do you know which part of the brain
I'm touching?

I used to know.

Cerebellum.

Coordinating center

or paralyzing the function of the brain
and the extended medulla.

Put simply, it rules the brain
and keeps it in check.

And your cerebellum was attacked by syphilis.

What will happen to me?

It already is.

Impaired perception,
movements also.

In time you will be affected by ataxia....

- Ata... what?
- Ataxia. Paralysis.

There may even be some hallucinations.

Please take advantage of the time,
while you can still paint.

How much time do I have?

Five years. 20 years. Six months.

There is no rule.

How much do I owe?

Nothing.

Nothing, I'm serious.
Nothing can be done.

On the other hand, I need to see
your spouse.

Don't.

My wife is in no danger,
I vouch.

Some promises are hard to
to keep.

I don't touch it.

Once a year, not even that much.

Have you not had intercourse
In the last six months?

No. Otherwise I wouldn't have looked
elsewhere.

She can't know.

I will commit myself in writing,
if necessary.

I, the undersigned Adolphe
Steinheil,

pledge of honor,

That I can stand...

In sexual abstinence....

As long as my doctor,

Dr. Verlot,
will not change the recommendation.

Caption.

For now, let's deal with the symptoms.

This rash is a variety of eczema.
I will prescribe a wash.

It contains arsenic,
But in tiny doses.

It smells a little,
But not unpleasantly.

You will say that he changed his perfume.

I changed the perfume.

Syphilis is a monstrous disease.

It takes a variety of forms:

Epilepsy, rickets, ataxia,
dementia.

This scourge affects not only
sinners and warped people,

But also innocent people
of their surroundings.

Doctor, some numbers.

Each year, 80,000 adults die in France




More than 20,000 babies become infected
in the womb and die,

Not living to see a year.

One of them was the son of
Rosalie Dantremont.

Syphilis and prostitution,

two plagues that cannot be
eradicated.

The only real ambition
is to impede their development.

The procedure is fully public.

Next.

Agent of the customs brigade
states the offense of solicitation

And apprehends the guilty party,

Which goes to the outpatient clinic
in the prefecture for examination.

The doctors, agents and nuns there
prison

discharge their duties
conscientiously and with dedication.

To suggest otherwise,
is slander.

Ms. Bertin, chairwoman of the
Good Press Committee.

What are you going to do with this creature?

Doctor?

This woman has no
symptoms.

In the absence of wounds and shankers
we must conclude that it does not infect.

Do you dare to release it?

The physical and mental state of this
person obviously requires supervision.

This will be taken care of by medical services
from St. Lazarus and the prison sisters.

Thank you to you.

Do you recognize her, Guichard?

Custom police
It's a manufactory of filth!

It will get you drunk as soon as you
you get close.

This is the state of affairs and no scandal
will not change it.

Okay, please.

What did you do with the corpse
From the Forest?

Inspector Quemener complained,

That he saw you r*pe the deceased.

I measured my body heat.

Specially to shock him.

Denata, not Quemener.

You do not know how to command.
You are erring, it is sad to watch.

No identification, trail,
investigation initiated.

Was the poor man k*lled or not?

The experts are still debating it.

m*rder.

No. Suicide.

Nonsense. I demand a site visit.

Since it amuses him.

Tomorrow at 16.

At 15 Point.

Buy a newspaper!

Press, dear sir. Five cents.

Deadly Star!
Mother's performance, child's death!

Rosalie Dantremont.

We know the case, but I don't know,
what we should do.

To begin with, pull it
From St. Lazarus.

She is ill. She can be released by
not the court, but a doctor.

Administrative imprisonment
For sanitary reasons.

The system in all its glory.

Have you talked to the prefect?

The only concrete to accuse
these agents of negligence

is your report.

By handing us a copy,
you are committing wrongdoing.

By agreeing to testify,
you will commit treason.

Do you like your trade, inspector?

He will not testify,
after all, we know.

I don't give a damn about those three b*stards.
I would like to help her.

Why her and not some other?

I thought it was a law firm
for specific cases

And that your partner
is an abolitionist.

I was wrong.

Yes, sometimes we defend
prostit*tes.

We are trying to get them removed
from the register,

So that they can return to a normal life
life.

- How many such requests do we have?
- Thirty-seven.

- How many were adopted last year?
- Two.

At least talk to her.

We won't miss it, inspector.

Counselor Chauvin is at St. Lazarus
every week. He will add it to the list.

Enjoy your evening.

Nice hat.

You are late. Fleury's father is here.

- Why.
- On baptism.

Evening.

Good evening, Father.

Sit down.

We thought of February 21.

Excellent.

- Cécile says...
- Ms. Jouin, if I may.

Fleury's father has known me since I was a child.

But you have grown.

Of course.

I apologize for the confidentiality.

Ms. Jouin says you were raised
You were raised in the Catholic faith.

At the Catholic orphanage
no choice of religion was offered.

- You accepted baptism.
- Yes. And first communion.

Without confirmation?

St. Joseph's congregation was expelled
from the orphanage in April 1884.

- I was nine years old.
- I understood.

We were placed in foster families
foster families.

Me at the teacher, Mr. Giraud,
an atheist and klechozer.

Antoine!

It's nothing, Cé... OK.

I've heard worse things.

I understand that you are not
practitioner.

But do you believe in Jesus the Savior?

Should I nod so that my daughter
be baptized?

Answer as you wish.

Yes, no, sometimes....

Sometimes.

Doubt is a usual thing.

I see more faith in noble
doubt

Than in all dogma.

You are a good priest, Father.

Since your daughter is to be baptized,
it is good that by you.

Good night.

It even went well.

Did you draw anything?

May I see?

Don't.

I'll get back to it before I show you,
I'm not happy with myself.

Deadlines, lack of time...

is not a job.

I like this one.

An ordinary withered tree.

No. It's a gateway.

Where does it lead?

To the kingdom.

I will not sell it.

Too sad.

That's a good thing.

He will stay with us.

Have you changed your perfume?

Yes.

I'm looking for something new.
Do you like them?

I would like to come on Wednesday.

Next time.

Promise.

Good night.

It is fifteen-five.

We reproduce the course of events,

to determine the cause of death
of an unknown individual

found in the Forest of Bourbon.

Present: commissioner Cochefert,
Inspector Jouin,

Investigating Judge Boucard and...

Let's be realistic. The horse died.
It was k*lled by science, by Darwin's laws.

...and the famous Professor Bertillon.

I would not currently entrain
to trade in spins.

Can we get started?

Please.

Question. Was he a pederast?

The condition of the a**l mucous membranes leaves no doubt
any doubt.

Please continue.

We claim, therefore,
That this is a suicide.

First hit: the temple.

A hesitation, at the last moment
The barrel travels upward.

Please note the presence of
of blood in the ear.

A shattered temple, disorientation.

Once again, he measures lower.

Too low - the jaw and teeth will suffer.

He falls to his knees.

Sam doesn't believe he's still alive.

Fails from the side,
So he tries a shot to the face,

still no luck,
Third b*llet, left eye socket.

He loses an eye, hearing, but is still alive.

Last chance - slips the barrel
into his mouth.

The fourth shot pierces the
palate and exits with the occipital,

spreading cerebellum.

This is the fatal one.

Ridiculous.

I know what you are up to.

Do we find suicide against
Evidence and close the case?

Then I will show you.

Bournazel, allow.

Next.

Step back. You're in the way.

Thus. You are the victim,
and I am the k*ller.

We walk together, this way,
Through the Forest of Bourbon, it's late.

We're chatting...

Then I pull out a revolver!
I strike by surprise!

But the master parries the blow.

- With which hand?
- Never mind! Come on!

Paf! The first shot missed!
So we are fighting!

Let's fight, Bournazel!

I'm sh**ting again. Jaws!

You are falling down.

And I'm with him.

But you are still fighting.

Fight the dog fight!

Weaker, you are injured!

And the third time! Paf, in the eye!
You roll over.

I got you!

I crush you with the weight of my body....

I put the g*n to the ground and fired the
fatal shot.

The Lord will open his mouth. Face!

Wider! Feel free to shout.

Paf! I got you,
wicked!

Here you go.

For the record: according to Professor Bertillon's version of
Professor Bertillon's events

The weapons were touched by both men.

What a particularist!
You are the judge and the party!

- Dactyloscopy of the weapon?
- Only fingerprints of the victim.

Suicide, case closed.

Suicidal people often miss.
Every other one.

However, similar obstinacy
is rare.

He hesitated, afraid of death.

But he fired again, time after time,
like....

... as if he had no choice.

He acted under duress.

No sign of a struggle.
And he was the one holding the revolver.

Either way, he's a pederast.

He became aware of his own monstrosity
and drew the obvious conclusions.

I don't see any secrets here.

Spread out, gentlemen!

Get out of the way!

Call my wife,
tell her I love her!

k*ll him, you can see that he is suffering!

Horse!

- Does anyone have a g*n?
- A knife, I can lend you.

We have a shotgun in the guard booth.

Please bring.

Just not him! I want a doctor!

Hands off! I'm still alive!

Charlatan! A fraudster!

You won't get me!

I saw it!
It's the one from the infernal machine!

He almost drove into my bike.
He didn't look, he chopped into the carriage.

Let's go, you need to be bandaged.

Please.

Don't look, children.

Attention, sorry!
Forest Guard, out of the way!

- You do it.
- I don't.

Keep him quiet!

The horse fell.

It was k*lled by science.

The carriage belonged to the family of
Montalembert, the one from the stores.

Their children were very fond of
this horse.

The prefecture must compensate
damage.

The family also demanded
Inspector Jouin's dismissal.

I refused.

You bring bad luck.

- What can I do?
- Nothing.

How is Ms. Jouin doing?

She wanted me to change departments.

Good idea. Put you
to customs, to brothels?

She thought about the police station.

Fixed hours in a good neighborhood.
neighborhood.

Are you considering it?

Catching up in the suburbs?
Why not in the province?

I will say that you cannot do without
without me.

Free will. Get along,
Jouin, the police will survive.

Lasek case closed,
judge awaits report.

Without establishing the identity of the deceased?
He could have had family.

It's sad.

- Are you serious?
- Yes.

Do you want me, Joseph Fiersi,
be the godfather?

If you agree.

- You have few friends.
- Yes.

What is her name?

To wit.

Angéle?

Angéle...

Will Cochefert come?

- Sure, I hope so.
- Me too.

This is an honor for me.

And what's at work there?

Not much.

f*gg*t from the Forest of Bourbon.

Story.

What did he want?

He asked me to be the godfather
of his little girl.

Have a good evening, Hector.

Good night to you.

From Ronsin 16, please.

Marguerite Steinheil.

You want to show me the paintings.

Yes, naturally.

A winter series, somewhat
melancholic.

You'll love it.

- The opening tomorrow evening.
- I won't have time.

I can come the day after tomorrow.

Unless you sell everything.

No worries, there should be
a few canvases.

Will there be a Mr. Steinheil?

Unfortunately, no.

My husband is always
exhausted after the opening.

He likes to get out in the air,
to breathe.

I am waiting impatiently.

Me too.

Are you all right?