Jo (2013) s01e05 Episode Script
Place Vendôme
1 MAN [on TV.]
: We're starting a new segment on today's show Philippe? 19 minutes.
PHILIPPE: Coming.
You know he doesn't like to be late.
School's a ten-minute drive.
Yeah, and there's never any traffic on Friday morning.
Nine-minute pad built in.
You'll take him to school Monday? I'm going to the company retreat right after work tonight and then from the retreat straight back to work Monday morning.
What's this retreat anyway? You're gonna sing the company song? We don't have a company song.
That's why we need a retreat, to build team spirit.
Sure you have everything you need? Can get chilly in the evenings.
I'll be fine.
Bye, Philippe.
Bye, sweetie.
Chicken burger, please.
Thank you.
The usual.
Dad, steak again? Throw something green on the plate.
Yeah, I'll have the same as Mr.
St-Clair.
He takes his rare.
Okay, sure.
All right, I'm gonna hit the john.
[smooth music playing.]
What's wrong? Isn't there something you want to tell me? About your friends, the bowling club? They're not my friends.
I don't even know who they are.
They came out of nowhere.
They want me to help them rip off this dealer I know.
They said if I didn't do it, they were gonna hurt Adele.
Why didn't you tell me? They warned me not to talk to you.
Does Adele know? Good.
Keep playing along with them.
What are you gonna do? BAYARD: The fire started in the underground garage.
Normand's posted extra men at every jewelry store in case the fire was a diversion for a robbery.
Normand, you were here first.
My wife and I were taking cooking classes at the Ritz.
We were learning how to make ricotta cheese, sir.
The report said there was a body.
Meet Mr.
Allanic.
I was driving into the garage.
I never trust this car to a valet.
On the second level, there was a car blocking the way.
It had a fender bender with a parked car, smoke and flames coming from his undercarriage.
I honked, but the driver didn't move.
The driver sitting in the car on fire? Yeah.
I had to back out all the way to the top.
I hit a pillar there, and the smell of the smoke, I will never get that out of the upholstery.
So you save your car and not the other driver? It's a Ferrari.
Did he mention that? Seat belt was still fastened.
Call me crazy, but if my car's on fire, I'd want to get out.
BAYARD: Car's registered to a Philippe Roquin.
What killed him? Soot in his nostrils, so most likely smoke inhalation.
BAYARD: He has a monthly parking permit, so he must be a regular.
Maybe he works in Place Vendôme? JO: Have you checked his hands? Third-degree burns, missing fingernails.
[dramatic music.]
A fingernail.
He was clawing at the seat belt, trying to open it.
That's a bad time for your seat belt to jam.
What a coincidence.
[dramatic music.]
Philippe Roquin's been our internal accounts controller for 16 years.
This is so sudden.
I knew he was ill, but dead? Are you sure? - Is this him? - Yeah.
My God.
What happened? He was in the fire in the garage? - You said he'd been sick.
- Yeah.
He left early on Friday afternoon.
When he didn't come in this morning, I called his home, but his wife said he had a stomach flu.
What exactly did he do here? He managed our internal capital flow between our branches in New York, Los Angeles, Rome, Geneva, Moscow.
He moved money around? Can you check what he did Friday before he left? This was Philippe's desk.
Let me see.
He opened a letter of credit with one of our precious stone suppliers.
He repatriated some euros from our Shanghai branch in Wait, that's odd.
He transferred 100,000 to an account in Malta.
Hmm.
Let me guess.
You don't have an account in Malta.
No, we don't.
I don't know how Philippe got the codes to do something like this.
I have to open an investigation.
We can help you with that.
He wasn't feeling well.
Something with his stomach.
What time did he leave this morning? Um, I don't know.
I took my son to school, I did some errands, and when I got back, Philippe was gone.
He must have been feeling better.
He was very conscientious.
Did you notice anything unusual about him this weekend? Anything he said or did? He was at a company retreat all weekend.
He just got back this morning.
His work didn't mention anything about a retreat.
They just said he left work early Friday.
Yes, to the retreat.
What does it matter? Philippe's dead.
Murdered.
Mrs.
Roquin, we suspect your husband may have been embezzling money from his company.
I don't know anything about money.
I need to get my son.
- We're going with you.
- No.
You shouldn't be driving alone like this.
I'll take a taxi.
Please.
I need to be with my son.
Gas tank was punctured with a flathead screwdriver and then lit on fire.
As for the seat belt assembly, the latch release was damaged, probably with a hammer.
Your victim was a sitting duck.
So they killed him and tried to make it look like an accident.
The 100,000 was in another Malta account in less than a day, headed for parts unknown.
There's no sign of it in Mr.
Roquin's personal accounts.
16 years of honest work, and then he sticks his hand in the cookie jar.
Ah, a ray of light.
Roquin had premortem bruises on his body, a cut on his lip, and his tox report came back positive for Rohypnol.
Somebody drugged him and worked him over? Fun and games at the company retreat.
The phantom retreat you go with the phantom illness.
Check Mrs.
Roquin's finances.
We told her her husband was murdered.
She didn't ask who, how, why.
She already knows.
NORMAND: Part of her story holds.
Mr.
Roquin wasn't home Friday night.
His credit card was used to guarantee a hotel room in Meaux, which is a very pretty place.
He checked in Friday evening.
He paid for the weekend.
He went out for dinner, but he never came back.
How do you know? Well, the maid went in Saturday, and the bed wasn't slept in.
It wasn't slept in Sunday, either, or last night.
This morning, we put his suitcase in storage.
He brought this with him.
It was left in an ice bucket.
1997 Blonde de Noirs.
[chuckles.]
- He checked in alone? - Yes.
Mm, well, he's got condoms and erection pills.
He obviously wasn't planning on being alone for long.
Maybe his wife had other plans for him.
[cell phone rings.]
[ominous music.]
[indistinct chatter.]
[upbeat music playing.]
Anytime you want to see me, you don't need an appointment, Jo.
This is business, not personal.
Oh? Wow, still on the wagon.
Well, good for you.
My daughter's boyfriend, Yannick Morin, I want your punks to leave him alone.
Yeah, well, they're doing a piece of work together, aren't they? This was your idea.
You found out he was connected to me.
Cut him loose, Charlie.
Doesn't work like that.
You see, my guys, they run my errands for me.
They collect my debts.
Past that, they're free to run their own business however they choose.
As long as it doesn't come back to me, of course.
This is going to come back on you.
Well, I don't really think you're in any position to make threats, Jo.
I mean, your precious Adele, she's been stealing pills from the hospital.
Well, it'd be very easy for me to put the finger on her.
She'd do some time.
She'd lose her nurse's license.
Hell, she may even end up like her mother, the late beloved Helen.
[dramatic music.]
So Roquin embezzles 100 grand and runs off for a romantic weekend with an unnamed mistress.
Pathetic.
Have we identified this mistress? BAYARD: No, we're still checking phones and emails.
Right, but for the murder, you like the wife? She lied to us, and Roquin was screwing around.
I hear women don't like that.
Actually, sometimes it's a relief.
If she was behind it, she must have paid someone to do it.
Well, Normand's checking the finances.
Oh, hello.
Mrs.
Roquin has 4,000 in a savings account, no big transactions going in and out, but there was a wealthy aunt in Zurich with an art collection.
She died two years ago.
Mrs.
Roquin was made one of the heirs.
A month later, deductions started from the checking account for a safe deposit box in her bank.
So she sold the art and stashed the cash in this box? Dipped into it to pay the hit man? Or the box could have her baby teeth and letters from her first crush.
MAN: Here she is entering the bank at 11:42 a.
m.
on Saturday.
She went into a private booth to access her safe deposit box.
Do you have any video from inside the booth? No.
That's why it's called a private booth.
Show us the video of her leaving.
Walking out, 11:55.
Freeze it.
The bag.
There.
She had no bag when she came in.
Maybe she had it in her purse and she filled it up with stuff from the safe box.
JO: Play it.
How did she seem when you talked to her? Out of sorts.
She said she'd been up all night with a stomach bug.
Back it up.
Here.
That guy.
He's got her bag.
She paid him.
It's a coincidence.
Lots of people have that bag.
No, stop.
Stop lying to us.
You gave a bag full of money to that man.
- Why? - I didn't.
Leave me alone.
You're afraid.
What are you afraid of? You.
I'm afraid of you.
You're trying to put me in jail.
You're not afraid of us.
Who are you afraid of? Please, you have to leave.
They're watching the building.
Who is? [dramatic music.]
The people who kidnapped my husband.
They're watching me.
I got a call Saturday morning.
They told me to go to the computer to type in a link.
Show us.
PHILIPPE: I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
[sobs.]
[groans.]
These people will kill me.
They know about the money in the box.
Get it, all of it, and give it to a man outside the bank at noon today.
If you don't, they'll kill me, and they'll kill Michel.
They know where he goes to school.
They know everything.
Don't tell anyone for me, for Michel.
You see? They did kill Philippe.
A woman called me and told me that if I told anyone that they would kill Michel.
My little boy's all that I have left.
She said no one even knew about the safe deposit box, not even their account.
Something you might tell your mistress.
Well, Roquin told his, and she told her pals.
I mean, they must have figured Roquin was easy pickings.
Well, he was easy.
Must have been the girl's idea to embezzle the 100 grand.
I can't wait to meet her.
Well, we're working on it.
We have calls from a no-name cell phone number, and we think Roquin had a secret email address.
There is also this.
It was on Roquin's hand.
Looks like a stamp you get at a discotheque.
There can't be too many of those near his hotel in Meaux.
Yeah, Friday night, blue star.
Did you see him that night? [dance music playing.]
Why, is that your dad? I saw him.
He, uh Hey! Knock it off! - Hey, get off of me! - I'll be back.
WOMAN: Don't touch me, all right? They've got their eyes on you.
What? JO: Redhead over there.
Brunette with big tits at the bar.
You could have any or all.
Yeah, but have I mentioned that I'm married? Only ten times a day for the last two years.
I don't think they'd mind.
Sorry.
You were saying this guy Yeah.
Yeah, he came in early.
Had a couple of drinks.
Couldn't hold the stuff.
He got up to dance with his girlfriend.
Then he fell on the floor.
The girl and a couple of guys carried him out to the street.
The girl doped his drink.
Is that what it was? I just thought she had a habit of dating drunks.
What do you mean, a habit? She's been here before? I thought I recognized her from a month ago.
Same thing.
Her date couldn't stand up.
The girl had a couple of guys take him out to the street.
- Can you describe these guys? - I don't look at guys.
The girl, what did she look like? Like her.
Or, uh, her.
Or her.
None of those three look alike.
Oh, they don't? Maybe I didn't get such a good look after all.
Roquin wasn't their first kidnapping.
They'd done it before.
Which means they'll do it again.
When did I start? Why do you need to know? It didn't matter before.
Now it matters.
Last year when Mom got too sick.
I needed money to take care of her, and Yannick knew where to sell the pills.
I was careful; I never stole from my own department.
But they knew pills were missing.
They could trace them to you.
What's going on, Daddy? Someone is forcing Yannick to do robbery.
If he says no, they'll tell the hospital you stole the pills.
Then it's simple.
I'll turn myself in.
You're not gonna do that.
They'll take my nursing license.
So what? I'll find something else to do.
You stole hundreds of pills.
They're gonna turn you over to the police.
Doesn't matter that you're my daughter.
They'll put you in jail, and then what happens to your kid? You're not gonna do anything.
You hear me? "So lucky I met you in the park yesterday.
"Nice guys are hard to find, especially ones with sexy eyes and strong hands.
" Now, that was four weeks ago, and two weeks later, Mr.
Roquin received this email.
Um [clears throat.]
"My sexy tiger, you are so good.
I want you inside me all the time.
" - This getting you hot, Normand? - I prefer to read recipes.
Mr.
Roquin's friend was working under a dozen proxies.
It'll take a while to trace her.
Well, you don't have a while.
This gang is on a schedule.
Have we had any luck tracking the victim from last month? No.
No.
Either he's escaped and keeping his mouth shut, or Or the body hasn't been found yet.
The last email received was three days before Mr.
Roquin disappeared.
"Nothing's impossible, my tiger.
"You can get 100,000 from the store easy.
Just do like I told you, and we can be together forever.
" She told him how to embezzle from his company.
Why would she know better about it than someone who has worked there for 16 years? The money came from an account belonging to our New York branch, which Roquin wasn't authorized to access.
But couldn't he have figured out the codes? No, no.
The system's compartmentalized.
But your people in New York know the codes.
Anyone who worked in the finance department there would.
Any of those people here now? Yes, I think there are.
You know what I miss most about New York? The informality.
The freedom to eat like this outside by myself.
The freedom to be left alone.
Which I'm not enjoying right at this very minute.
I didn't know anything about Roquin, except that he was a bore.
Some people thought he was a tiger.
[laughs.]
Roquin? A tiger? A tiger and a thief.
The money he embezzled from the New York office, he didn't know how to get it, but you do.
You think I helped him? I didn't even like him.
And I'm not the only one who knows how New York works.
- Your boss said you were.
- He's an idiot.
It was someone else.
I had the clerk working for me, Gabrielle Brochu.
She was always trying to meet the clients.
"Hook the big fish," she used to say.
- And what happened to her? - Cost cutting.
Last year, your tiger, Roquin, fired a half dozen clerks, including Gabrielle.
- And how did she take that? - About how you'd expect.
Where can we find her now? Probably lying under somebody she thinks has money.
Ask her father.
He's in an old-age home in Orléans.
She used to call him every day.
What do you want with Gabrielle? She's a good girl.
Visits me every chance she gets.
- The last time, when was that? - Three months ago.
She calls me.
Writes me every week.
I read her letters with a magnifier.
How was that? How close did I get? Pretty close.
You see that woman sitting over there reading? She thinks I'm just a blind old man.
I want to show her that I can still hit the target, you know what I mean? I know exactly what you mean.
Try again, and aim for my voice.
So this daughter of yours, Gabrielle.
Where can we find her? Why should I tell you? With cops, you know, it's never good news.
You want to hit the target or not? All right, all right.
She got a job in Fresnes three months ago.
Clerk in an office.
I have the address here in my pocket.
- Keep talking.
- An office job? You must be very proud of her.
Yeah.
How was that? Perfect.
Practically kissing the target.
Oh.
Now let's see that address.
I got that from her yesterday.
Now, don't lose it.
Hey, Diana, come see.
I made a perfect shot.
This return address, this is a very familiar address.
[dramatic music.]
There's no Gabrielle Brochu working here as a clerk or in any capacity.
But we do have an inmate by that name serving nine months on a drug charge.
Starting when? Three months ago? Yeah, exactly.
A good girl who doesn't want to break her father's heart.
Behind bars for the last three months.
It's almost a perfect alibi.
Almost.
Please don't tell my father I'm in here.
It'll kill him.
Well, what we say or don't say depends on what you tell us about Philippe Roquin.
You remember him, right? He got you fired.
How could I forget? The loser.
But you had a higher opinion of him a few weeks ago.
"My sexy tiger, you are so good.
I want you inside me all the time.
" - I didn't write that.
- Well, somebody wrote it.
And somebody showed Roquin how to use a New York bank code so he could steal money from his store.
Then they had him kidnapped.
That somebody was a woman.
So you came to see me.
You're a woman, obviously.
And you know the codes.
But I'm in prison.
Last time I had somebody inside me was three months ago.
You're not always in prison.
You're serving less than a year on a nonviolent drug charge.
That means you get weekend furloughs.
The math isn't so hard.
You give up your accomplices on the outside, get to see your dad in a couple of years.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I've got six months left on my bit.
They're teaching me cooking.
I don't do kidnappings.
I do soufflés.
Kidnapping? I can't imagine Gabrielle getting mixed up with anything like that.
We'll still need to see a copy of her furlough records.
Sure.
The police, they don't like furloughs.
We love them.
We get to keep in shape by chasing down the same people twice.
The system isn't perfect, but it's an invaluable rehabilitation tool.
Citroen DS.
My grandfather had one of these.
Yeah, I inherited one from my uncle.
- I'm fixing it up.
- Classy.
I used to steal them just for the pleasure of the ride.
Another lifetime, Warden.
So last weekend, was it? Okay, yes, here you go.
Gabrielle had a furlough on Friday evening.
She went to see her half sister in Paris.
Gabby's a good person, a good mom.
She visits Dominic all the time.
She loves him so much.
- This is her baby? - Yeah.
I'm taking care of him until she gets out.
BAYARD: Tell us about her visit on Friday night.
She stayed here the whole night, like the rules say she has to, and she went back to the prison on Saturday morning.
Do you have anything to prove that she was here all night, I mean, besides your word? I took pictures of her and the baby.
See? Check the date, the time.
We stayed in all night playing with the baby.
It's so hard for Gabby being away from him.
This photo here of the two of you, who took that? The baby? [dramatic music.]
Who was here that night? Gabby's boyfriend.
She's not supposed to have any contact with him.
I went out to give them some time alone, but I swear Gabby did not leave the apartment.
And she's mother of the year.
She does her best.
When Dominic had a fever two weeks ago, she called at all hours of the night to check on him.
- All night, from the prison? - Yes.
Even at 3:00 in the morning.
She's using a smuggled cell phone.
Maybe to make the ransom calls too.
That phone is the same one used to call Mr.
Roquin by the woman who seduced him and the same phone they used to call Mrs.
Roquin when her husband was kidnapped.
So the seduction, the kidnapping.
It's all coming from inside the prison.
St-Clair? Ed Duroc, Narcotics.
You got a minute? Sure.
A few weeks ago, you pulled the sheet on this kid, Yannick Morin.
We were running surveillance on this mid-level dope dealer on the 20th.
Two days ago, we intercepted this call.
- MAN: Yeah.
- YANNICK: Hey, it's Yannick.
MAN: Oh, yeah, man.
What's up? YANNICK: I'm gonna be in your neighborhood late on Friday.
Okay if I come up? MAN: Yeah.
Yeah, okay.
Hit me up an hour before.
YANNICK: Cool.
See you then.
MAN: Later.
Yannick sounds like a player.
I wanted to check in with you in case you had something going with him.
No.
Security camera picked up his motorcycle near a crime scene.
Turned out to be nothing.
He's all yours.
Okay.
Thanks.
They have him on tape with that dope dealer.
So what are you gonna do? If I tell that drug cop who Yannick is, Adele will get dragged into it.
If you warn Yannick that the drug dealer's under surveillance, won't Narcotics know that you're the leak? Exactly.
Yannick will show up with those punks, you know, to rob the dealer.
Narcotics will be there.
If he is not shot, he will be arrested.
And then this all might just fall back on Adele.
And I don't want my grandkid growing up with his mother in jail.
No, but you'll be there for the baby, and you'll be there for Adele when she gets out.
I don't make plans so far ahead.
God does.
If he's got something to say, he knows where to find me.
I've got a badge and a gun, connection all over the city.
If I can't protect my daughter, what the hell good am I? You're a proud man, Jo, but this might be one thing that's just out of your control.
I might have used a contraband cell phone.
So what? My kid was sick.
- Where's that phone now? - I don't know.
I passed it on.
Well, we're searching your cube as we speak.
We find that phone, you're done.
I think I'll survive losing my TV privileges.
We traced calls on that phone to Philippe Roquin.
We know it was used to make a ransom demand to his wife.
Here you go, doing the math again.
You remember now.
The person who lent you the phone is the same person you told how to steal the money from the jewelry store.
She set up the kidnapping.
You just figured that out, didn't you? Who was it? A guard? Another prisoner? Look, I have to live with these people.
If I start snitching I don't know anything.
CATTAN: There's no phone in her cell.
Just lock down the prison and search it.
I just can't do that.
I need a formal request, and anyway, the idea that there's a kidnap ring operating inside my prison, I mean, these women just aren't that clever.
Exactly how many minutes have you been a warden? I've worked within the correctional system for 13 years.
I am not naive.
Just search the prison.
I'll get you a request.
And I want a list of Gabrielle's cellmates, the people she works with in the kitchen, the guards in her unit.
I'll get it for you as soon as I can.
Jo, Normand's been tracing that cell phone.
A call was made from it two hours ago to a residence on des Ternes Avenue.
Fancy neighborhood.
You must be mistaken.
I haven't had a phone call.
Yes, you did, just over two hours ago.
Maybe a sales call? I hung up.
We know that you spoke for just over six minutes.
I'm sorry.
I can't help you.
Excuse me.
Where is your husband? He's working.
- Can we call him? - He's unreachable.
He's on a business trip, a company retreat.
[ominous music.]
They say they're gonna kill me.
Please, just give them what they want.
You should go.
I can't be talking to you.
They also threatened your son.
Yes, and I'm gonna give them the money, so The last time this happened, ma'am, the wife didn't contact the police either.
She paid the ransom, and her husband still ended up being killed.
I-I don't know what to do.
Let us help you.
They've given me till tomorrow, Friday, noon.
We'll find them before that.
The other victim was kidnapped by a woman he was having an affair with.
No, my husband's not like that.
He's worked in the same investment firm for over 20 years.
He's home every night.
I understand.
Is there anyone you know who might be in prison? A woman? There's my niece.
We took her in after my sister died.
My sister was an alcoholic.
She was wild.
We did everything we could, but she kept running away.
How's Aunt Genevieve? Did she send her love? Your uncle's been kidnapped, Désirée.
They're threatening to kill him.
Your concern is touching.
They don't care about me.
I don't care about them.
You'll care when you end up with a life sentence for kidnap and murder.
I don't know anything about anything.
I'm in here.
She's never had a furlough.
She keeps getting into fights.
That makes it simple.
Who in here have you told about your uncle's money? Well, look, if he's wealthy, isn't it just as likely someone outside the prison knew? I never talk about my aunt and uncle.
They don't exist for me.
Can I go back to my cell now? Désirée is incarcerated because she beat up an old woman to steal her bingo winnings.
She is not a master criminal.
Maybe you can help us find one.
Here are the furlough logs and the logs of all the computers that the inmates had access to.
Anything else? We'll let you know.
Kidnapping ring right under his nose is not gonna look very good on his résumé.
Okay, so I have four possible inmates who either bunked with or worked with both Gabrielle and Désirée, so they could have gotten the information they needed for both the kidnappings.
None of them had furloughs the weekend Roquin was kidnapped.
Except this one, Vanessa Serfaty.
She had furloughs on all the weekends.
So? She's doing four years for home invasion robbery.
She's not eligible for furloughs.
[music playing, indistinct chatter.]
Hey, why are you putting me into isolation? I didn't violate any regs.
Désirée's uncle's been kidnapped.
We're just checking with all her friends.
What, it'd be me you throw into iso? Well, don't feel so persecuted.
They're moving four other girls in there too, including Désirée and Gabrielle.
Right, Warden? Yeah, that's right.
[clears throat.]
This is nice.
You have the whole cell to yourself.
Yeah, well, one of her cellmates was moved to the medical wing four weeks ago, and the other one was released last week.
And they said prisons are overcrowded.
You're welcome to move in.
Ganesh.
My favorite Hindu god.
Oh, expensive stuff.
They sell this in the prison canteen, hmm? My mother brings it to me.
Helps to kill the stink of prison.
Warden, Miss Serfaty has a complaint.
Okay, that's it.
Let's move the prisoner.
The bank won't give me the money till Saturday.
They've been asking lots of questions.
Please, just one more day is the best I can do.
MAN [on phone.]
: You're running out of time.
I want you to send another video.
My son knows something is wrong.
He won't stop crying.
I want my husband to say something to him, something reassuring.
MAN [on phone.]
: And if we don't? Send me another video, or you get nothing from me.
MAN [on phone.]
: Okay.
They agreed to the new deadline, and they said they would send a video.
You did very well.
I can't believe Léon would get in this trouble over a woman.
How could he? Guy on the other end sounds nervous.
Because the brains of the operation is in an isolation cell with no access to a cell phone.
Your Miss Serfaty's racked up quite a résumé.
At 18, she used to seduce tourists and rob them back at their hotel room.
Her last conviction for home invasion, she had two male accomplices who used to beat the homeowners.
They were never caught.
Then it's probably the two that are running this kidnapping ring with her now.
Except that she needed to get out of prison to meet Roquin at the park and to meet him at the discotheque, and her furloughs don't coincide with those dates.
BAYARD: The furloughs that we know about.
She shouldn't have any furloughs at all.
But a warden can write his own rules.
Warden? Really? With Vanessa Serfaty? He was looking at her like a man looks at a woman.
He's a warden.
He should be looking at her like a grocer looks at oranges.
Find out where Warden Cattan was during Vanessa's furloughs.
I'm sorry, my husband wants dinner on the table the minute he gets home.
Soup spoons, salad fork, fish and dessert.
You feed him well.
Always four courses.
He insists.
Mrs.
Cattan, we're investigating complaints about abuse from the prison guards.
We think it happened during your husband's absence, but we just want to check on a few dates to see if he was working.
The first one is three weekends ago, the 7th.
He was at a prison services conference all weekend.
Okay, and last month, the weekend of the 15th.
A seminar.
He was late home both days.
He he's busy most weekends.
Either work or fixing that old car his uncle gave him.
[sniffing.]
That perfume, is it yours? My daughter's.
She works in a perfume store.
She brings home bottles.
Could wear a dead skunk around my neck and Olivier wouldn't notice.
Maybe he's just overworked.
He started reading books on Hinduism.
Bought a travel book on India.
Every year, we've gone to the same camping ground in Brittany for the holidays, and now he's thinking about India.
I don't want to go to India.
I don't think he plans on inviting her.
[dramatic music.]
[dramatic music.]
Can't do it, Jo.
These kids who work for Charlie, they're crazier than we were.
You know Charlie.
You're either with him or against him.
He's not gonna lift a finger for you, man.
This kid Yannick, forget him.
Can't help him.
[engine turning over.]
Daddy's had a little accident, but I'm fine.
I'm gonna be back real soon.
Take care of Mommy.
Make sure she doesn't worry.
I love you, Nicholas.
They're keeping him alive just long enough to get the ransom.
Yeah, I wouldn't even count on that.
The longer they don't hear from Miss Serfaty, the more nervous they'll get.
Though she probably knows where they're hiding him.
What about the warden? What do we think he knows? He's her patsy, nothing more.
By now, he probably figured out what she's up to.
He's just trying to save his own skin.
A little gray man with a little gray house and a little gray wife.
Oh, and a classic Citroen DS.
You need to get Miss Serfaty to talk.
Soon.
She's locked up in prison, and so is the warden.
Let's bring them some news from the outside world.
Meet me downstairs.
[dramatic music.]
So it's over and you rescued the gentleman? BAYARD: No, but we caught one of the kidnappers in the ransom drop.
He was injured, and he's in surgery now, so we won't be able to talk to him until he gets out, but we'll convince him to tell us where the victim's being kept.
And to identify the woman who helped them.
But you still suspect the victim's niece, right? JO: Her and the others.
BAYARD: Which is why we're gonna need Gabrielle and Désirée and Vanessa and the others to stay in isolation.
We don't want them talking to each other or anyone else.
I understand.
BAYARD: It's only for another few hours.
And then we'll know everything.
We'll come back when we have news.
You have great coffee here.
Mm, it's better than the battery acid we get down at the station.
The warden takes good care of us.
How long till you get the okay to leave? Should be any minute now.
Stop your whining and just write.
Sorry, are we interrupting something? Uh, no, no.
Miss Serfaty was just making her way back to isolation.
She wasn't supposed to leave isolation.
Now, I'm still in charge of everything that happens in this institution.
You know, she asked for a change in vocational training, so she had to sign some forms, which I can then complete over the weekend.
So, what, this guy talked? What do you think? Let me see the form she signed.
Oh, a furlough pass for Miss Serfaty.
It's for next week, just to see my parents.
This has today's date on it.
What were you doing, running away to India? Are you taking him with you? I don't know what you're talking about.
We spoke to your wife.
We know all about your prison seminars, weekend conferences, all of the dates which coincide with Miss Serfaty's weekend furloughs.
Oh, God.
JO: My people are talking with the kidnapper right now.
I'll get a call, and then it's over for her and for you.
- For me? - Don't listen to them.
I didn't know what she was doing.
She was your lover.
You gave her furloughs so she could seduce other men and kidnap them.
But I didn't know anything about that.
I didn't know anything till you guys came to the prison.
You gave her a cell phone.
You let her use your computer.
Yeah, but she wanted to stay in touch with her parents.
- Shut your stupid mouth.
- BAYARD: You know what? I wouldn't listen to her, 'cause any minute now, she's about to say this was all your idea.
You better stop talking before my phone rings.
I didn't do anything bad.
I just fell in love.
You were helping her escape.
I was gonna get a divorce.
We were gonna run away together, spend the rest of our lives He doesn't know what he's saying.
Time is running out, Warden.
Where are they keeping the kidnap victim? I don't know! She didn't tell me that! You're pathetic.
I'm the only good thing in your pathetic life.
She doesn't mean that.
She doesn't mean that.
I mean, you know, that first weekend together, we went out to my uncle's place where I keep a car in the garage, and I showed it I was gonna fix it up when I had time.
She said I looked like a kid with a hot rod.
She said it looked sexy! You said you'd ride away with me! This garage, you go there often? No, I don't have any time! Where is it? Write it down.
This is St-Clair.
Stand by for the location of the kidnap victim.
You and that stupid car! It was all a trick.
They didn't catch anyone.
They didn't know anything! No, but now we do.
[dramatic music.]
Go, go, go, go, go! [gunshots.]
Drop it! Move it! Move it! You're safe now, Mr.
Bachelot.
Everything's all right.
Your family's safe too.
Oh, thank you.
Thank you.
They were gonna kill me.
I have to see my son, my wife.
They will join you at the hospital.
- Does my wife know? - Everything.
She knows everything.
[siren wailing.]
BAYARD: Doesn't look like Cattan changed so much as a spark plug on that car.
There's not even a socket wrench in here.
It makes me wonder why he'd bother keeping it.
He had to.
It's the stuff that dreams are made of.
Daddy, Yannick got arrested.
He's been here since 7:00.
He was on his motorcycle when they pulled him over, and they said it was stolen.
It's a mistake.
Somebody got the wrong license plate.
Don't worry.
Yannick! Oh, baby, am I happy to see you.
What a screwup.
MAN [on TV.]
: Six others were arrested tonight during a botched robbery at a drug house.
Narcotics police had the location under surveillance for three weeks when four armed men attempted to break into the house and rob the occupants of drugs and money.
We'll have more on this as the information comes in.
Coming up next after the break, it's Susie with sports, Stephen with the weather.
Lucky you.
: We're starting a new segment on today's show Philippe? 19 minutes.
PHILIPPE: Coming.
You know he doesn't like to be late.
School's a ten-minute drive.
Yeah, and there's never any traffic on Friday morning.
Nine-minute pad built in.
You'll take him to school Monday? I'm going to the company retreat right after work tonight and then from the retreat straight back to work Monday morning.
What's this retreat anyway? You're gonna sing the company song? We don't have a company song.
That's why we need a retreat, to build team spirit.
Sure you have everything you need? Can get chilly in the evenings.
I'll be fine.
Bye, Philippe.
Bye, sweetie.
Chicken burger, please.
Thank you.
The usual.
Dad, steak again? Throw something green on the plate.
Yeah, I'll have the same as Mr.
St-Clair.
He takes his rare.
Okay, sure.
All right, I'm gonna hit the john.
[smooth music playing.]
What's wrong? Isn't there something you want to tell me? About your friends, the bowling club? They're not my friends.
I don't even know who they are.
They came out of nowhere.
They want me to help them rip off this dealer I know.
They said if I didn't do it, they were gonna hurt Adele.
Why didn't you tell me? They warned me not to talk to you.
Does Adele know? Good.
Keep playing along with them.
What are you gonna do? BAYARD: The fire started in the underground garage.
Normand's posted extra men at every jewelry store in case the fire was a diversion for a robbery.
Normand, you were here first.
My wife and I were taking cooking classes at the Ritz.
We were learning how to make ricotta cheese, sir.
The report said there was a body.
Meet Mr.
Allanic.
I was driving into the garage.
I never trust this car to a valet.
On the second level, there was a car blocking the way.
It had a fender bender with a parked car, smoke and flames coming from his undercarriage.
I honked, but the driver didn't move.
The driver sitting in the car on fire? Yeah.
I had to back out all the way to the top.
I hit a pillar there, and the smell of the smoke, I will never get that out of the upholstery.
So you save your car and not the other driver? It's a Ferrari.
Did he mention that? Seat belt was still fastened.
Call me crazy, but if my car's on fire, I'd want to get out.
BAYARD: Car's registered to a Philippe Roquin.
What killed him? Soot in his nostrils, so most likely smoke inhalation.
BAYARD: He has a monthly parking permit, so he must be a regular.
Maybe he works in Place Vendôme? JO: Have you checked his hands? Third-degree burns, missing fingernails.
[dramatic music.]
A fingernail.
He was clawing at the seat belt, trying to open it.
That's a bad time for your seat belt to jam.
What a coincidence.
[dramatic music.]
Philippe Roquin's been our internal accounts controller for 16 years.
This is so sudden.
I knew he was ill, but dead? Are you sure? - Is this him? - Yeah.
My God.
What happened? He was in the fire in the garage? - You said he'd been sick.
- Yeah.
He left early on Friday afternoon.
When he didn't come in this morning, I called his home, but his wife said he had a stomach flu.
What exactly did he do here? He managed our internal capital flow between our branches in New York, Los Angeles, Rome, Geneva, Moscow.
He moved money around? Can you check what he did Friday before he left? This was Philippe's desk.
Let me see.
He opened a letter of credit with one of our precious stone suppliers.
He repatriated some euros from our Shanghai branch in Wait, that's odd.
He transferred 100,000 to an account in Malta.
Hmm.
Let me guess.
You don't have an account in Malta.
No, we don't.
I don't know how Philippe got the codes to do something like this.
I have to open an investigation.
We can help you with that.
He wasn't feeling well.
Something with his stomach.
What time did he leave this morning? Um, I don't know.
I took my son to school, I did some errands, and when I got back, Philippe was gone.
He must have been feeling better.
He was very conscientious.
Did you notice anything unusual about him this weekend? Anything he said or did? He was at a company retreat all weekend.
He just got back this morning.
His work didn't mention anything about a retreat.
They just said he left work early Friday.
Yes, to the retreat.
What does it matter? Philippe's dead.
Murdered.
Mrs.
Roquin, we suspect your husband may have been embezzling money from his company.
I don't know anything about money.
I need to get my son.
- We're going with you.
- No.
You shouldn't be driving alone like this.
I'll take a taxi.
Please.
I need to be with my son.
Gas tank was punctured with a flathead screwdriver and then lit on fire.
As for the seat belt assembly, the latch release was damaged, probably with a hammer.
Your victim was a sitting duck.
So they killed him and tried to make it look like an accident.
The 100,000 was in another Malta account in less than a day, headed for parts unknown.
There's no sign of it in Mr.
Roquin's personal accounts.
16 years of honest work, and then he sticks his hand in the cookie jar.
Ah, a ray of light.
Roquin had premortem bruises on his body, a cut on his lip, and his tox report came back positive for Rohypnol.
Somebody drugged him and worked him over? Fun and games at the company retreat.
The phantom retreat you go with the phantom illness.
Check Mrs.
Roquin's finances.
We told her her husband was murdered.
She didn't ask who, how, why.
She already knows.
NORMAND: Part of her story holds.
Mr.
Roquin wasn't home Friday night.
His credit card was used to guarantee a hotel room in Meaux, which is a very pretty place.
He checked in Friday evening.
He paid for the weekend.
He went out for dinner, but he never came back.
How do you know? Well, the maid went in Saturday, and the bed wasn't slept in.
It wasn't slept in Sunday, either, or last night.
This morning, we put his suitcase in storage.
He brought this with him.
It was left in an ice bucket.
1997 Blonde de Noirs.
[chuckles.]
- He checked in alone? - Yes.
Mm, well, he's got condoms and erection pills.
He obviously wasn't planning on being alone for long.
Maybe his wife had other plans for him.
[cell phone rings.]
[ominous music.]
[indistinct chatter.]
[upbeat music playing.]
Anytime you want to see me, you don't need an appointment, Jo.
This is business, not personal.
Oh? Wow, still on the wagon.
Well, good for you.
My daughter's boyfriend, Yannick Morin, I want your punks to leave him alone.
Yeah, well, they're doing a piece of work together, aren't they? This was your idea.
You found out he was connected to me.
Cut him loose, Charlie.
Doesn't work like that.
You see, my guys, they run my errands for me.
They collect my debts.
Past that, they're free to run their own business however they choose.
As long as it doesn't come back to me, of course.
This is going to come back on you.
Well, I don't really think you're in any position to make threats, Jo.
I mean, your precious Adele, she's been stealing pills from the hospital.
Well, it'd be very easy for me to put the finger on her.
She'd do some time.
She'd lose her nurse's license.
Hell, she may even end up like her mother, the late beloved Helen.
[dramatic music.]
So Roquin embezzles 100 grand and runs off for a romantic weekend with an unnamed mistress.
Pathetic.
Have we identified this mistress? BAYARD: No, we're still checking phones and emails.
Right, but for the murder, you like the wife? She lied to us, and Roquin was screwing around.
I hear women don't like that.
Actually, sometimes it's a relief.
If she was behind it, she must have paid someone to do it.
Well, Normand's checking the finances.
Oh, hello.
Mrs.
Roquin has 4,000 in a savings account, no big transactions going in and out, but there was a wealthy aunt in Zurich with an art collection.
She died two years ago.
Mrs.
Roquin was made one of the heirs.
A month later, deductions started from the checking account for a safe deposit box in her bank.
So she sold the art and stashed the cash in this box? Dipped into it to pay the hit man? Or the box could have her baby teeth and letters from her first crush.
MAN: Here she is entering the bank at 11:42 a.
m.
on Saturday.
She went into a private booth to access her safe deposit box.
Do you have any video from inside the booth? No.
That's why it's called a private booth.
Show us the video of her leaving.
Walking out, 11:55.
Freeze it.
The bag.
There.
She had no bag when she came in.
Maybe she had it in her purse and she filled it up with stuff from the safe box.
JO: Play it.
How did she seem when you talked to her? Out of sorts.
She said she'd been up all night with a stomach bug.
Back it up.
Here.
That guy.
He's got her bag.
She paid him.
It's a coincidence.
Lots of people have that bag.
No, stop.
Stop lying to us.
You gave a bag full of money to that man.
- Why? - I didn't.
Leave me alone.
You're afraid.
What are you afraid of? You.
I'm afraid of you.
You're trying to put me in jail.
You're not afraid of us.
Who are you afraid of? Please, you have to leave.
They're watching the building.
Who is? [dramatic music.]
The people who kidnapped my husband.
They're watching me.
I got a call Saturday morning.
They told me to go to the computer to type in a link.
Show us.
PHILIPPE: I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
[sobs.]
[groans.]
These people will kill me.
They know about the money in the box.
Get it, all of it, and give it to a man outside the bank at noon today.
If you don't, they'll kill me, and they'll kill Michel.
They know where he goes to school.
They know everything.
Don't tell anyone for me, for Michel.
You see? They did kill Philippe.
A woman called me and told me that if I told anyone that they would kill Michel.
My little boy's all that I have left.
She said no one even knew about the safe deposit box, not even their account.
Something you might tell your mistress.
Well, Roquin told his, and she told her pals.
I mean, they must have figured Roquin was easy pickings.
Well, he was easy.
Must have been the girl's idea to embezzle the 100 grand.
I can't wait to meet her.
Well, we're working on it.
We have calls from a no-name cell phone number, and we think Roquin had a secret email address.
There is also this.
It was on Roquin's hand.
Looks like a stamp you get at a discotheque.
There can't be too many of those near his hotel in Meaux.
Yeah, Friday night, blue star.
Did you see him that night? [dance music playing.]
Why, is that your dad? I saw him.
He, uh Hey! Knock it off! - Hey, get off of me! - I'll be back.
WOMAN: Don't touch me, all right? They've got their eyes on you.
What? JO: Redhead over there.
Brunette with big tits at the bar.
You could have any or all.
Yeah, but have I mentioned that I'm married? Only ten times a day for the last two years.
I don't think they'd mind.
Sorry.
You were saying this guy Yeah.
Yeah, he came in early.
Had a couple of drinks.
Couldn't hold the stuff.
He got up to dance with his girlfriend.
Then he fell on the floor.
The girl and a couple of guys carried him out to the street.
The girl doped his drink.
Is that what it was? I just thought she had a habit of dating drunks.
What do you mean, a habit? She's been here before? I thought I recognized her from a month ago.
Same thing.
Her date couldn't stand up.
The girl had a couple of guys take him out to the street.
- Can you describe these guys? - I don't look at guys.
The girl, what did she look like? Like her.
Or, uh, her.
Or her.
None of those three look alike.
Oh, they don't? Maybe I didn't get such a good look after all.
Roquin wasn't their first kidnapping.
They'd done it before.
Which means they'll do it again.
When did I start? Why do you need to know? It didn't matter before.
Now it matters.
Last year when Mom got too sick.
I needed money to take care of her, and Yannick knew where to sell the pills.
I was careful; I never stole from my own department.
But they knew pills were missing.
They could trace them to you.
What's going on, Daddy? Someone is forcing Yannick to do robbery.
If he says no, they'll tell the hospital you stole the pills.
Then it's simple.
I'll turn myself in.
You're not gonna do that.
They'll take my nursing license.
So what? I'll find something else to do.
You stole hundreds of pills.
They're gonna turn you over to the police.
Doesn't matter that you're my daughter.
They'll put you in jail, and then what happens to your kid? You're not gonna do anything.
You hear me? "So lucky I met you in the park yesterday.
"Nice guys are hard to find, especially ones with sexy eyes and strong hands.
" Now, that was four weeks ago, and two weeks later, Mr.
Roquin received this email.
Um [clears throat.]
"My sexy tiger, you are so good.
I want you inside me all the time.
" - This getting you hot, Normand? - I prefer to read recipes.
Mr.
Roquin's friend was working under a dozen proxies.
It'll take a while to trace her.
Well, you don't have a while.
This gang is on a schedule.
Have we had any luck tracking the victim from last month? No.
No.
Either he's escaped and keeping his mouth shut, or Or the body hasn't been found yet.
The last email received was three days before Mr.
Roquin disappeared.
"Nothing's impossible, my tiger.
"You can get 100,000 from the store easy.
Just do like I told you, and we can be together forever.
" She told him how to embezzle from his company.
Why would she know better about it than someone who has worked there for 16 years? The money came from an account belonging to our New York branch, which Roquin wasn't authorized to access.
But couldn't he have figured out the codes? No, no.
The system's compartmentalized.
But your people in New York know the codes.
Anyone who worked in the finance department there would.
Any of those people here now? Yes, I think there are.
You know what I miss most about New York? The informality.
The freedom to eat like this outside by myself.
The freedom to be left alone.
Which I'm not enjoying right at this very minute.
I didn't know anything about Roquin, except that he was a bore.
Some people thought he was a tiger.
[laughs.]
Roquin? A tiger? A tiger and a thief.
The money he embezzled from the New York office, he didn't know how to get it, but you do.
You think I helped him? I didn't even like him.
And I'm not the only one who knows how New York works.
- Your boss said you were.
- He's an idiot.
It was someone else.
I had the clerk working for me, Gabrielle Brochu.
She was always trying to meet the clients.
"Hook the big fish," she used to say.
- And what happened to her? - Cost cutting.
Last year, your tiger, Roquin, fired a half dozen clerks, including Gabrielle.
- And how did she take that? - About how you'd expect.
Where can we find her now? Probably lying under somebody she thinks has money.
Ask her father.
He's in an old-age home in Orléans.
She used to call him every day.
What do you want with Gabrielle? She's a good girl.
Visits me every chance she gets.
- The last time, when was that? - Three months ago.
She calls me.
Writes me every week.
I read her letters with a magnifier.
How was that? How close did I get? Pretty close.
You see that woman sitting over there reading? She thinks I'm just a blind old man.
I want to show her that I can still hit the target, you know what I mean? I know exactly what you mean.
Try again, and aim for my voice.
So this daughter of yours, Gabrielle.
Where can we find her? Why should I tell you? With cops, you know, it's never good news.
You want to hit the target or not? All right, all right.
She got a job in Fresnes three months ago.
Clerk in an office.
I have the address here in my pocket.
- Keep talking.
- An office job? You must be very proud of her.
Yeah.
How was that? Perfect.
Practically kissing the target.
Oh.
Now let's see that address.
I got that from her yesterday.
Now, don't lose it.
Hey, Diana, come see.
I made a perfect shot.
This return address, this is a very familiar address.
[dramatic music.]
There's no Gabrielle Brochu working here as a clerk or in any capacity.
But we do have an inmate by that name serving nine months on a drug charge.
Starting when? Three months ago? Yeah, exactly.
A good girl who doesn't want to break her father's heart.
Behind bars for the last three months.
It's almost a perfect alibi.
Almost.
Please don't tell my father I'm in here.
It'll kill him.
Well, what we say or don't say depends on what you tell us about Philippe Roquin.
You remember him, right? He got you fired.
How could I forget? The loser.
But you had a higher opinion of him a few weeks ago.
"My sexy tiger, you are so good.
I want you inside me all the time.
" - I didn't write that.
- Well, somebody wrote it.
And somebody showed Roquin how to use a New York bank code so he could steal money from his store.
Then they had him kidnapped.
That somebody was a woman.
So you came to see me.
You're a woman, obviously.
And you know the codes.
But I'm in prison.
Last time I had somebody inside me was three months ago.
You're not always in prison.
You're serving less than a year on a nonviolent drug charge.
That means you get weekend furloughs.
The math isn't so hard.
You give up your accomplices on the outside, get to see your dad in a couple of years.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I've got six months left on my bit.
They're teaching me cooking.
I don't do kidnappings.
I do soufflés.
Kidnapping? I can't imagine Gabrielle getting mixed up with anything like that.
We'll still need to see a copy of her furlough records.
Sure.
The police, they don't like furloughs.
We love them.
We get to keep in shape by chasing down the same people twice.
The system isn't perfect, but it's an invaluable rehabilitation tool.
Citroen DS.
My grandfather had one of these.
Yeah, I inherited one from my uncle.
- I'm fixing it up.
- Classy.
I used to steal them just for the pleasure of the ride.
Another lifetime, Warden.
So last weekend, was it? Okay, yes, here you go.
Gabrielle had a furlough on Friday evening.
She went to see her half sister in Paris.
Gabby's a good person, a good mom.
She visits Dominic all the time.
She loves him so much.
- This is her baby? - Yeah.
I'm taking care of him until she gets out.
BAYARD: Tell us about her visit on Friday night.
She stayed here the whole night, like the rules say she has to, and she went back to the prison on Saturday morning.
Do you have anything to prove that she was here all night, I mean, besides your word? I took pictures of her and the baby.
See? Check the date, the time.
We stayed in all night playing with the baby.
It's so hard for Gabby being away from him.
This photo here of the two of you, who took that? The baby? [dramatic music.]
Who was here that night? Gabby's boyfriend.
She's not supposed to have any contact with him.
I went out to give them some time alone, but I swear Gabby did not leave the apartment.
And she's mother of the year.
She does her best.
When Dominic had a fever two weeks ago, she called at all hours of the night to check on him.
- All night, from the prison? - Yes.
Even at 3:00 in the morning.
She's using a smuggled cell phone.
Maybe to make the ransom calls too.
That phone is the same one used to call Mr.
Roquin by the woman who seduced him and the same phone they used to call Mrs.
Roquin when her husband was kidnapped.
So the seduction, the kidnapping.
It's all coming from inside the prison.
St-Clair? Ed Duroc, Narcotics.
You got a minute? Sure.
A few weeks ago, you pulled the sheet on this kid, Yannick Morin.
We were running surveillance on this mid-level dope dealer on the 20th.
Two days ago, we intercepted this call.
- MAN: Yeah.
- YANNICK: Hey, it's Yannick.
MAN: Oh, yeah, man.
What's up? YANNICK: I'm gonna be in your neighborhood late on Friday.
Okay if I come up? MAN: Yeah.
Yeah, okay.
Hit me up an hour before.
YANNICK: Cool.
See you then.
MAN: Later.
Yannick sounds like a player.
I wanted to check in with you in case you had something going with him.
No.
Security camera picked up his motorcycle near a crime scene.
Turned out to be nothing.
He's all yours.
Okay.
Thanks.
They have him on tape with that dope dealer.
So what are you gonna do? If I tell that drug cop who Yannick is, Adele will get dragged into it.
If you warn Yannick that the drug dealer's under surveillance, won't Narcotics know that you're the leak? Exactly.
Yannick will show up with those punks, you know, to rob the dealer.
Narcotics will be there.
If he is not shot, he will be arrested.
And then this all might just fall back on Adele.
And I don't want my grandkid growing up with his mother in jail.
No, but you'll be there for the baby, and you'll be there for Adele when she gets out.
I don't make plans so far ahead.
God does.
If he's got something to say, he knows where to find me.
I've got a badge and a gun, connection all over the city.
If I can't protect my daughter, what the hell good am I? You're a proud man, Jo, but this might be one thing that's just out of your control.
I might have used a contraband cell phone.
So what? My kid was sick.
- Where's that phone now? - I don't know.
I passed it on.
Well, we're searching your cube as we speak.
We find that phone, you're done.
I think I'll survive losing my TV privileges.
We traced calls on that phone to Philippe Roquin.
We know it was used to make a ransom demand to his wife.
Here you go, doing the math again.
You remember now.
The person who lent you the phone is the same person you told how to steal the money from the jewelry store.
She set up the kidnapping.
You just figured that out, didn't you? Who was it? A guard? Another prisoner? Look, I have to live with these people.
If I start snitching I don't know anything.
CATTAN: There's no phone in her cell.
Just lock down the prison and search it.
I just can't do that.
I need a formal request, and anyway, the idea that there's a kidnap ring operating inside my prison, I mean, these women just aren't that clever.
Exactly how many minutes have you been a warden? I've worked within the correctional system for 13 years.
I am not naive.
Just search the prison.
I'll get you a request.
And I want a list of Gabrielle's cellmates, the people she works with in the kitchen, the guards in her unit.
I'll get it for you as soon as I can.
Jo, Normand's been tracing that cell phone.
A call was made from it two hours ago to a residence on des Ternes Avenue.
Fancy neighborhood.
You must be mistaken.
I haven't had a phone call.
Yes, you did, just over two hours ago.
Maybe a sales call? I hung up.
We know that you spoke for just over six minutes.
I'm sorry.
I can't help you.
Excuse me.
Where is your husband? He's working.
- Can we call him? - He's unreachable.
He's on a business trip, a company retreat.
[ominous music.]
They say they're gonna kill me.
Please, just give them what they want.
You should go.
I can't be talking to you.
They also threatened your son.
Yes, and I'm gonna give them the money, so The last time this happened, ma'am, the wife didn't contact the police either.
She paid the ransom, and her husband still ended up being killed.
I-I don't know what to do.
Let us help you.
They've given me till tomorrow, Friday, noon.
We'll find them before that.
The other victim was kidnapped by a woman he was having an affair with.
No, my husband's not like that.
He's worked in the same investment firm for over 20 years.
He's home every night.
I understand.
Is there anyone you know who might be in prison? A woman? There's my niece.
We took her in after my sister died.
My sister was an alcoholic.
She was wild.
We did everything we could, but she kept running away.
How's Aunt Genevieve? Did she send her love? Your uncle's been kidnapped, Désirée.
They're threatening to kill him.
Your concern is touching.
They don't care about me.
I don't care about them.
You'll care when you end up with a life sentence for kidnap and murder.
I don't know anything about anything.
I'm in here.
She's never had a furlough.
She keeps getting into fights.
That makes it simple.
Who in here have you told about your uncle's money? Well, look, if he's wealthy, isn't it just as likely someone outside the prison knew? I never talk about my aunt and uncle.
They don't exist for me.
Can I go back to my cell now? Désirée is incarcerated because she beat up an old woman to steal her bingo winnings.
She is not a master criminal.
Maybe you can help us find one.
Here are the furlough logs and the logs of all the computers that the inmates had access to.
Anything else? We'll let you know.
Kidnapping ring right under his nose is not gonna look very good on his résumé.
Okay, so I have four possible inmates who either bunked with or worked with both Gabrielle and Désirée, so they could have gotten the information they needed for both the kidnappings.
None of them had furloughs the weekend Roquin was kidnapped.
Except this one, Vanessa Serfaty.
She had furloughs on all the weekends.
So? She's doing four years for home invasion robbery.
She's not eligible for furloughs.
[music playing, indistinct chatter.]
Hey, why are you putting me into isolation? I didn't violate any regs.
Désirée's uncle's been kidnapped.
We're just checking with all her friends.
What, it'd be me you throw into iso? Well, don't feel so persecuted.
They're moving four other girls in there too, including Désirée and Gabrielle.
Right, Warden? Yeah, that's right.
[clears throat.]
This is nice.
You have the whole cell to yourself.
Yeah, well, one of her cellmates was moved to the medical wing four weeks ago, and the other one was released last week.
And they said prisons are overcrowded.
You're welcome to move in.
Ganesh.
My favorite Hindu god.
Oh, expensive stuff.
They sell this in the prison canteen, hmm? My mother brings it to me.
Helps to kill the stink of prison.
Warden, Miss Serfaty has a complaint.
Okay, that's it.
Let's move the prisoner.
The bank won't give me the money till Saturday.
They've been asking lots of questions.
Please, just one more day is the best I can do.
MAN [on phone.]
: You're running out of time.
I want you to send another video.
My son knows something is wrong.
He won't stop crying.
I want my husband to say something to him, something reassuring.
MAN [on phone.]
: And if we don't? Send me another video, or you get nothing from me.
MAN [on phone.]
: Okay.
They agreed to the new deadline, and they said they would send a video.
You did very well.
I can't believe Léon would get in this trouble over a woman.
How could he? Guy on the other end sounds nervous.
Because the brains of the operation is in an isolation cell with no access to a cell phone.
Your Miss Serfaty's racked up quite a résumé.
At 18, she used to seduce tourists and rob them back at their hotel room.
Her last conviction for home invasion, she had two male accomplices who used to beat the homeowners.
They were never caught.
Then it's probably the two that are running this kidnapping ring with her now.
Except that she needed to get out of prison to meet Roquin at the park and to meet him at the discotheque, and her furloughs don't coincide with those dates.
BAYARD: The furloughs that we know about.
She shouldn't have any furloughs at all.
But a warden can write his own rules.
Warden? Really? With Vanessa Serfaty? He was looking at her like a man looks at a woman.
He's a warden.
He should be looking at her like a grocer looks at oranges.
Find out where Warden Cattan was during Vanessa's furloughs.
I'm sorry, my husband wants dinner on the table the minute he gets home.
Soup spoons, salad fork, fish and dessert.
You feed him well.
Always four courses.
He insists.
Mrs.
Cattan, we're investigating complaints about abuse from the prison guards.
We think it happened during your husband's absence, but we just want to check on a few dates to see if he was working.
The first one is three weekends ago, the 7th.
He was at a prison services conference all weekend.
Okay, and last month, the weekend of the 15th.
A seminar.
He was late home both days.
He he's busy most weekends.
Either work or fixing that old car his uncle gave him.
[sniffing.]
That perfume, is it yours? My daughter's.
She works in a perfume store.
She brings home bottles.
Could wear a dead skunk around my neck and Olivier wouldn't notice.
Maybe he's just overworked.
He started reading books on Hinduism.
Bought a travel book on India.
Every year, we've gone to the same camping ground in Brittany for the holidays, and now he's thinking about India.
I don't want to go to India.
I don't think he plans on inviting her.
[dramatic music.]
[dramatic music.]
Can't do it, Jo.
These kids who work for Charlie, they're crazier than we were.
You know Charlie.
You're either with him or against him.
He's not gonna lift a finger for you, man.
This kid Yannick, forget him.
Can't help him.
[engine turning over.]
Daddy's had a little accident, but I'm fine.
I'm gonna be back real soon.
Take care of Mommy.
Make sure she doesn't worry.
I love you, Nicholas.
They're keeping him alive just long enough to get the ransom.
Yeah, I wouldn't even count on that.
The longer they don't hear from Miss Serfaty, the more nervous they'll get.
Though she probably knows where they're hiding him.
What about the warden? What do we think he knows? He's her patsy, nothing more.
By now, he probably figured out what she's up to.
He's just trying to save his own skin.
A little gray man with a little gray house and a little gray wife.
Oh, and a classic Citroen DS.
You need to get Miss Serfaty to talk.
Soon.
She's locked up in prison, and so is the warden.
Let's bring them some news from the outside world.
Meet me downstairs.
[dramatic music.]
So it's over and you rescued the gentleman? BAYARD: No, but we caught one of the kidnappers in the ransom drop.
He was injured, and he's in surgery now, so we won't be able to talk to him until he gets out, but we'll convince him to tell us where the victim's being kept.
And to identify the woman who helped them.
But you still suspect the victim's niece, right? JO: Her and the others.
BAYARD: Which is why we're gonna need Gabrielle and Désirée and Vanessa and the others to stay in isolation.
We don't want them talking to each other or anyone else.
I understand.
BAYARD: It's only for another few hours.
And then we'll know everything.
We'll come back when we have news.
You have great coffee here.
Mm, it's better than the battery acid we get down at the station.
The warden takes good care of us.
How long till you get the okay to leave? Should be any minute now.
Stop your whining and just write.
Sorry, are we interrupting something? Uh, no, no.
Miss Serfaty was just making her way back to isolation.
She wasn't supposed to leave isolation.
Now, I'm still in charge of everything that happens in this institution.
You know, she asked for a change in vocational training, so she had to sign some forms, which I can then complete over the weekend.
So, what, this guy talked? What do you think? Let me see the form she signed.
Oh, a furlough pass for Miss Serfaty.
It's for next week, just to see my parents.
This has today's date on it.
What were you doing, running away to India? Are you taking him with you? I don't know what you're talking about.
We spoke to your wife.
We know all about your prison seminars, weekend conferences, all of the dates which coincide with Miss Serfaty's weekend furloughs.
Oh, God.
JO: My people are talking with the kidnapper right now.
I'll get a call, and then it's over for her and for you.
- For me? - Don't listen to them.
I didn't know what she was doing.
She was your lover.
You gave her furloughs so she could seduce other men and kidnap them.
But I didn't know anything about that.
I didn't know anything till you guys came to the prison.
You gave her a cell phone.
You let her use your computer.
Yeah, but she wanted to stay in touch with her parents.
- Shut your stupid mouth.
- BAYARD: You know what? I wouldn't listen to her, 'cause any minute now, she's about to say this was all your idea.
You better stop talking before my phone rings.
I didn't do anything bad.
I just fell in love.
You were helping her escape.
I was gonna get a divorce.
We were gonna run away together, spend the rest of our lives He doesn't know what he's saying.
Time is running out, Warden.
Where are they keeping the kidnap victim? I don't know! She didn't tell me that! You're pathetic.
I'm the only good thing in your pathetic life.
She doesn't mean that.
She doesn't mean that.
I mean, you know, that first weekend together, we went out to my uncle's place where I keep a car in the garage, and I showed it I was gonna fix it up when I had time.
She said I looked like a kid with a hot rod.
She said it looked sexy! You said you'd ride away with me! This garage, you go there often? No, I don't have any time! Where is it? Write it down.
This is St-Clair.
Stand by for the location of the kidnap victim.
You and that stupid car! It was all a trick.
They didn't catch anyone.
They didn't know anything! No, but now we do.
[dramatic music.]
Go, go, go, go, go! [gunshots.]
Drop it! Move it! Move it! You're safe now, Mr.
Bachelot.
Everything's all right.
Your family's safe too.
Oh, thank you.
Thank you.
They were gonna kill me.
I have to see my son, my wife.
They will join you at the hospital.
- Does my wife know? - Everything.
She knows everything.
[siren wailing.]
BAYARD: Doesn't look like Cattan changed so much as a spark plug on that car.
There's not even a socket wrench in here.
It makes me wonder why he'd bother keeping it.
He had to.
It's the stuff that dreams are made of.
Daddy, Yannick got arrested.
He's been here since 7:00.
He was on his motorcycle when they pulled him over, and they said it was stolen.
It's a mistake.
Somebody got the wrong license plate.
Don't worry.
Yannick! Oh, baby, am I happy to see you.
What a screwup.
MAN [on TV.]
: Six others were arrested tonight during a botched robbery at a drug house.
Narcotics police had the location under surveillance for three weeks when four armed men attempted to break into the house and rob the occupants of drugs and money.
We'll have more on this as the information comes in.
Coming up next after the break, it's Susie with sports, Stephen with the weather.
Lucky you.