A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
[distant roar of traffic]
MORNING OF DECEMBER 11TH
[distant siren wailing]
[cell phone alarm rings]
[Guédira sighs]
DECEMBER 11: MAURICE LEBLANC'S BIRTHDAY
[woman speaking indistinctly over PA]
[train horn blares]
[inspector] Sir, your ticket.
Tickets, please.
Ladies and gentlemen, tickets, please.
[seagull cries]
[indistinct chatter]
[Claire] Raoul!
[seagulls crying]
Raoul!
[suspenseful music playing]
[boy] Stop!
[indistinct chatter]
[boy] Stop!
Let go!
Help!
[tires screech]
[engine revs loudly]
[Claire] Raoul!
[Assane] Raoul!
[Claire] Raoul!
[Guédira] Lupin?
You're looking for a kid dressed as Arsène Lupin?
[Claire] Yes! A little boy!
He's 14. He's our son.
He's got a top hat and… he has brown skin.
-Brown skin? -[Claire] Yeah.
I saw a kid fighting with a guy in the parking lot.
Wait for me!
Raoul!
They went that way.
In a gray BMW.
-Tell me what the guy looked like. -Black. Beige coat.
Bad beard, thin.
Assane, Jesus!
This is your fault!
The guy from the train! Who the fuck was that?
You lied to me!
Assane, no! What are you doing?
What are you doing?
Let go of that car! Let go or I'll call the cops.
No. No police. All right?
Just calm down. I'll handle it. Okay?
-I swear I'm gonna do it. -Claire, no police!
I'll get Raoul. Just trust me.
I am never trusting you again, Assane.
Claire, no police.
[car door slams]
[Claire panting]
What are you doing here?
I wanna help. I'm coming.
[engine starts]
[Claire panting]
[engine revs loudly]
[tires screech]
[suspenseful music playing]
[distant horns blaring]
CITY OF PARIS MUSIC CONSERVATORY
[indistinct chatter]
Claire, your rehearsal go good?
What's wrong now? I can't walk with you?
What did I do?
What's going on?
Claire?
[Claire sighs]
Not everything is about you, Assane.
[soft music playing]
[Assane sighs]
[train brakes screeching]
I was only gone for a minute. When I came back, it was like this.
And I bet nobody came forward.
[sighs] People will do anything.
Can you repair it?
No, no, no. Repairing it would cost more than buying a new one.
Hang on.
[Claire] How am I supposed to pass my audition?
[man] Hold on…
Voilà.
-Ah! -[brief violin note]
Give this one a try.
[Claire plays emotional classical piece]
It sounds so incredible.
-[man chuckles] -[Claire] How much is it?
-Three thousand francs. -[Claire sighs]
I can't afford it.
Well, that's too bad.
Then let's rent it.
[Claire sighs]
And who's this?
Uh, Assane. He's a friend.
Your sign says it's 350 francs a day.
That's right. But not for you.
-Why not? -Yeah, why not?
Because… you're in my shop. It's my decision.
[Claire scoffs]
[man] Good luck with your audition.
Let's go, Assane.
We're leaving.
[door opens]
[Assane] Racist.
[door closes]
[suspenseful music playing]
[car engine roars]
-Do you know the area? -No.
Pull out your phone, see where we are. Figure out where they could've gone.
[Guédira] Hang on.
Fuck, no reception!
Maybe they have a map in here.
They're passing through Bourneville. No other road.
-How far? -I'd say four, five kilometers maximum.
Maybe they stopped there or someone saw them.
We have to stop there too. I need to make a call.
Are you kidding me?
No. My wife's still in Étretat and there's no reception. I need to let her know.
You know how wives are.
If I don't talk to her, she'll think I'm the one who got kidnapped.
[engine revs]
[Raoul panting]
[cell phone beeping rapidly]
Come on! Come on!
CALL FAILED
Shit!
Stop looking at me.
Or I'll have to make you.
[engine stops]
Get out the car!
[Raoul groans]
Inside.
Get inside!
[Claire] So, what do we do?
We can take you to the station to file a missing person report.
If we don't hear anything in 24 hours, we send a general report to all services.
-That's it. -A general report to all services?
You do realize we're talking about a kidnapping, right?
Okay, you're a joke.
-Hey, where are you going? -To find my son.
[church bell ringing]
If you make a sound, you're dead.
Good choice, kid.
[distant dog barking]
[church bell continues ringing]
[indistinct chatter]
[bell rings]
[chatter stops]
-[man coughing] -Gentlemen…
You have a telephone?
I need some change.
Sure, for customers.
[inhales and exhales deeply]
[cell phone rings]
-Who is it? -It's Léonard.
I'm in Bourneville, in Normandy.
What are you doing there?
I followed our client, like we planned. But I wanted to tell you that…
there was a small setback.
-I'm here with his son now. -With his son?
-That's right. -It's not the son I want.
Clean up your mess, and do it properly!
Shit!
[line goes dead]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Léonard] Gentlemen…
[indistinct chatter]
[birds singing]
[Léonard taps trunk]
Keep your mouth shut.
[Raoul panting]
[tires screech]
[suspenseful music playing]
Sir?
Excuse me. Have you seen a gray car?
With a Black man driving, and a teenager?
Do you remember a gray car? Hey, sir!
Answer me, please.
Even "no" is a response.
-Hello? -Hey, it's me.
-[Belkacem] Are you still sick? -No, I'm in Normandy.
What the hell's in Normandy? Get your ass back here. Shit's going down.
-What? -[Belkacem] We got the wrong Sernine.
-Well, yeah, because he's here with me. -What?
He's right in front of me.
-[Belkacem] Sernine? -Yes, Sernine, yes, Sernine!
-I'm in Bourneville. -Why the hell are you with him?
He's coming back.
[Belkacem] Are you okay?
-You can't talk? -Yeah, that's right.
-Do you need backup? -[Guédira] Yep.
We need to catch this guy.
Love you too.
Excuse me!
A man was here. He's Black, he's driving a gray car.
With a 14-year-old boy with brown skin and curly hair.
He's my son. He's been kidnapped.
So, if anyone knows anything,
speak up.
For customers.
-[man groans] -I'm not playing.
[Guédira] That's him!
[tires screech]
-I'll take it from here. Thanks! -I'm staying with you!
Trust me. I can help you get him.
Get in.
[tires screech]
Her exam is on Friday in the 11th district.
-Why would someone break her violin? -Because they were jealous. For real.
I heard her play. She's incredible.
So, if you find the violin, you're her hero.
Yeah, well, at this point, I'm more her problem than her hero.
The moron who runs the shop won't rent her anything
because she's friends with a Black guy.
Seriously?
What would Lupin do in my place?
You'd know better than me.
I think that he would go back to the store,
he'd steal a violin
and give it to Claire.
[suspenseful music playing]
[engine revs loudly]
[tires screech]
[engine revs loudly]
[tires screech]
Right there!
I'M ON MY WAY!
-It's from my wife. -All right.
[engine revving loudly]
[grade crossing alarm rings]
-[train horn blaring] -[Guédira] No, no, no!
[tires screech]
[Guédira sighs]
He shook us off.
[engine revs loudly]
[birds singing]
[door creaks]
-[wind whistling] -[glass tinkling]
[wind continues whistling]
I'm opening the trunk. Don't do anything.
[cell phone dings]
It's your son.
DAD, I TOOK THE GUY'S PHONE.
I GOT AWAY.
WHERE ARE YOU?
[cell phone dings]
IN SOME OLD HOUSE
[Assane taps phone keys]
LET'S DO LIKE LUPIN DOES WITH HIS DAUGHTER IN CAGLIOSTRO
Hang on. It's not Lupin's daughter in Cagliostro.
-It's his son. -Big fan of Lupin?
[chuckles softly] Yeah, I love it.
My son does too.
If he wrote this message, he'll pick up on the error.
And if he doesn't…
It's a trap then.
[cell phone dings]
[wind whistling]
[glass tinkling]
[gun clicks]
[Raoul panting softly]
[footsteps approaching]
[Raoul panting]
Raoul whimpers]
Relax, kid. Your dad's here.
I'm gonna say hello.
After that,
we'll take care of you.
[Raoul groans]
Okay, let's go this way.
Hey!
What are you doing? Get down!
Hey!
Hey! He can see you!
[wind whistling]
[birds singing]
[cell phone rings]
See? Your dad.
Papa! Papa!
-Hey, shut up! -Papa!
[Raoul] Papa, here! Papa!
[distant] Help! Papa!
[Assane] If you touch my son,
I'll kill you.
-[Raoul] Here, in here! -You want your son?
Come and get him.
[distant horns blaring]
CLOSED
-There's got to be a back way in. -It's possible.
[Assane] Fine. We're gonna steal the violin, but then give it back.
-When Claire's audition's done? -You bet.
Coming?
If I come, who's gonna look out?
[Assane sighs]
Yeah, yeah.
[distant siren wailing]
[door creaks]
[distant door slams]
-[zip opens] -[distant clatter]
[door rattling]
[man] What you doin'?
[Assane panting]
[distant siren wailing]
[string twangs]
[floorboards creaking]
[birds singing]
[distant door opens]
[dog barks]
[distant door slams]
[key rattles in lock]
[door opens]
[lighter clicks]
[birds singing]
-We should call the police. They can help. -No.
The police are either incompetent or corrupt. Or they're both.
-I don't think that's true. -Well, believe me.
That guy who kidnapped my son has the police in his pocket.
What?
[rattling]
Okay.
What would Lupin do in our place?
It's not a game.
[police radio chatter]
ESTIMATED TIME TO ARRIVAL: 1 HOUR 25 MINUTES
[Claire laughing]
[girl] Hey, is that Assane?
-[Claire] See you later. -[girl] Okay, bye.
[indistinct chatter]
-Why are you here? -Just waiting for you.
I got you a gift.
Go on.
Open it.
[Claire gasps]
-Assane, what did you do? -Just borrowed. Relax, I didn't steal it.
[Claire laughs softly]
Go on, play it.
-No, I can't. -Go on.
No!
-Just play for me. -But you can hear me at the audition.
-Just a little. -No.
[Claire chuckles]
[Assane sighs]
How much time?
What?
Before they get here?
-Who? -Your colleagues at the police station.
-Huh? -The ones you called earlier.
Your wife.
How much time?
Uh… I don't know.
You're lying, Guédira.
I know your name and I know you're a cop.
I've looked for you for weeks.
-Only I figured it out. -I know.
-I'd arrest you if-- -If you were armed.
You're Ganimard.
[Guédira chuckles softly]
So, how much time?
I don't know. One hour, maybe less.
Thank you.
-[door slams] -[Guédira] Hey!
Hey, untie me!
I can help!
I told you,
I don't work with cops.
[Guédira sighs]
[indistinct police radio chatter]
ESTIMATED TIME TO ARRIVAL: 45 MINUTES
[door creaks]
[distant animal cry]
[wind whistling]
[glass tinkles]
[creaking]
[clanking]
[wind whistling]
[door rattles loudly]
[creaking]
[Assane gasps]
[suspenseful music playing]
[glass tinkling]
[wind whistling]
[floorboards creaking]
[distant howl]
[wind whistling]
[distant clatter]
[panting] Raoul?
[glass tinkling]
[distant slam]
[wind whistling]
Raoul?
[glass tinkling]
[Assane yells]
[gunshot]
Shit!
[stairs creak]
[gun clicks]
[Léonard grunting]
[Léonard yells]
[gunshot]
[Léonard yells]
[Assane] Hey!
[Léonard yells]
[Assane groans]
Like father, like son…
[Assane panting]
[both grunting]
[Assane yells]
[Léonard yells]
[Assane groans]
[Assane grunts]
-[Assane yells] -[Léonard groans]
[Léonard yelling]
[Assane grunts]
[Léonard yells] No!
[Assane panting]
Raoul!
[Claire playing emotional classical piece]
Raoul?
[Léonard groans]
[Assane] Raoul, can you hear me?
Answer me!
[Léonard coughs]
-[Assane] Raoul! -[Raoul] Papa!
-Papa! -[Assane] Can you hear me?
I'm here, Papa! Papa! Papa!
Raoul!
-Raoul, answer me! -[Raoul] Papa! Papa!
-[Assane] Raoul! -[Raoul grunts]
In here! Help me!
Papa, is that you? Papa!
Help me!
-Help me, I'm in here! -[Assane] Where?
[Raoul] Papa!
-[Assane] Can you hear me? -[Raoul] Papa!
Raoul!
Help!
Papa!
Papa, I'm in here!
Papa! Papa!
Raoul!
NEXT TIME TRY THE CAR
Raoul!
[inaudible speech]
[sobbing] Raoul!
[panting]
Raoul…
Don't fucking move.
My son.
-He's in there. -[Belkacem] Hands behind your head.
I said hands behind your head!
[sobbing] My son…
[Belkacem] Do it!
Give me your arm.
[Assane] I'm sorry.
[Belkacem] Get up.
Get up right now!
Get the fuck up!
Come with me.
I really believed it.
-What? -[woman] Come on.
That we could be Lupin.
My son, he's in there.
Cut the shit, Sernine. I'm not gonna fall for it this time.
Don't fucking move!
Raoul!
[Assane sobbing loudly]
Raoul!
[mysterious music playing]