All language subtitles for Capitaine.Marleau.S04E09.FRENCH.WEBRip.x264

What's going on here?

Where are we?

Fuck, it's the same sign.

This really blows.

Think I'm a fool? So...

Whatever.

So...

What does this say?

Not working.

I don't understand anything,
it's worse than the trail!

Hunters around here, further north.

No hunting!

with the kind participation of

Hey ladies, what's the shape of things?

- Why isn't there anyone else?

I'll go.

- So stupid.

Don't want to ruin your
day of glory. Anyway, enjoy it .

You'll be late.

I was asked to pick you up.

No, you don't need to thank me.

Don't usually see
many of those in the Vosges.*

Alright?

What's happening? You alright?

- No no no, it's not
good at all, look. Look!

He scratched himself!

Yeah, anyway, I gotta go.

Serge, as mayor of Domfaing,

I award you our Medal of Honor,

for everything you've
done against the cutbacks-

during the economic recession

and rural population loss.

He managed to save the village,

relaunching the sawmill,
thus making his mark.

- Thank you, Luc.
And thank you, everyone.

Without you I couldn't
have done anything, so...

this medal is yours too. That's all.

Oh yes, I want to give back to
the local Indiens from my time in Guyana.

Be generous!

My love!

Hey; let's go eat.

Hey!

Yeah?

- Where are all the others who came in?

- It's been a while. I had two
daughters in the race, you're way late.

- Huh?
- You hurt?

- Yeah, my pride.

Can you take me to Colmar Gendarmerie?
- You want to see a doctor?

- I'll show you my credit card.
Let's go, hup!

Full speed ahead!

Come on.

Cyril-!\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

Stop that bullshit,
you crazy or what?

How far you gonna go? Stop it!

- As always, this crazy fool
is going to kill someone!

- He's never been that bad.

- No, but I could
call the Labor Inspectorate.

- Go ahead! Asshole!

- SLURRING Big jerk.
- Yes...

Yeah...

Fuck, you gotta stop boozing.

You forgot to pick me up this afternoon.

- Oh shit, I'm sorry.

That was bad, I had enough-
- Alright, get going.

Where are you?
Still at the factory?

I can't talk.

I- I'm coming. I'm coming.

Oof.

You decided to play the
Count of Champagne* past midnight?

And took 20 minutes
to count about 20 cases.

- No, I wanted to check the wine.

I found more of the jeroboam* of Sauternes

that my father provided for the wedding.

- The wedding is in three weeks.
- Yes....

Did I upset you?
- No.

If you're upset...

Look at you.

'I see a terrible old man in his 50s' face,
you're in a bad mood.

Yeah, that's it, I love Mr. Fifties,

I'm very emotional.

It's okay.

- It's 'okay,' but thanks to that

I just want to please you that first night.

- And until July 14?

You'll stop looking at me like that?

You're going to wear me down, hmm?

- Oh...
- Turn it off!

Damn. It's security.

- Serge?!

Wow.

This is getting nowhere fast,
smells like sausage.

Tauzin, quartermaster.
It was I who called you.

So, the victim is Cyril Duprat.

The body is still in the crime scene.

- Is it a crime scene or a fire scene?

- The fire was started
in two places, an arson.

That makes the death a homicide.

Oh yeah?

What we have gives the impression
of two starting points of the fire.

- Uh, I just told you that.
- See, I was right.

I could even tell you

at first sight it feels like homicide.
Ehhh...

- I told you that too.

- Yeah, it's not a stretch.

Hooo! This sucks!

Who're you, Barbecue Forensics?

No, I'm seeing
if this is an accident case.

Marc Berard, village Health & Safety.

That's what I'm doing here.
And you are?

- A skeptic. Who became
a captain in the Gendarmerie.

So what'd he die of, boredom?

- No, asphyxiation
from smoke-- as you'd expect.

- And the blow to the head?

- There's indication of a blow to the head.

- I saw that, yeah. Probably from falling.

- 'Probably from falling,' he says.
Have a look.

This is likely also where the fire started?

- The weather's been extremely dry.

I'm waiting for the firefighters
to determine that.

- Well, as a professional Gendarme
it's not the first time I've seen this.

My friend there is looking for anything weird.
- Mm-hmm.

- I don't see why.

I'll have you know, nothing's weird here.

This is a small village
that doesn't have problems.

- "Well, doctor," if you say
that a village has no problems,

you're left with a boring village!

- A comic Gendarme, are you?

Yes, 'my arm hurts when I do this'-

I've got stuff to do.
Come on, push off.

- Who's the guy everyone talks to?

Is he the boonies town cryer, or what?

Serge Duprat,
owner of the sawmill,

he arrived first on the scene.
The building was saved thanks to him.

- He got here first?

I'm going to go talk to the bigwig.

Meantime, I dunno, look
for clues on the victim, OK?

- It so happens--
he had no laptop in his place.

That's odd for a company director, right?

- No laptop in his place?

That's odd for a company director, right?

- It feels like you're repeating what I say.
- Huh? What?

What am I looking at?

- What do you see?

You had too much to drink?

You're knocked up?

- Well no shit.

- 'No shit'? You've obviously missed
the deadline for an abortion, eh?

Well I'll tell you: the fun's over.
You gonna work in the office now?

- Out of the question!
I'm 4 months and 20 days,

that leaves me another 10 weeks
before I can't go into the field.

- That's what happens
with the evil of kids!

All the roosters in the Gendarmerie
barnyard will try to steal your job.

We're already paid less!

Never have anything to do with kids.

- You have children?

- It'd be a plague
for kids to look like me.

They wouldn't be great up here anyway.

- Due to toxic fumes.
- Well yeah.

- You get used to them.
- Oh well, well done.

A nice birthday present at least, I hope.

Another Greta Thunberg, eh?

Let's kick it.

Sir? Gendarmerie.

So, you're the hero of
the fires of hell-- not of love, obviously.

- I'm thinking that's not a compliment.
You want to discuss the break-in?

- 'Break-in'? What break-in?

I dunno. I saw he took a beating,

the thief must've knocked him out,
then set the fire to cover his tracks.

- Oh...! Yeah, so it was like that.
- Uh...

- Thanks, Col. Mustard.
- Huh?

- There's a thing that doesn't fit though.

The stiff had on a big watch,
worth a thousand clams.

- Hmm?
- It wasn't taken. Some thief.

- Maybe it wasn't taken
because they didn't need one.

- Oh... yeah... maybe.

So maybe he killed him
not because he was after money,

that's why he didn't steal...

So a person not wanting
a big 1,000-clam watch, someone...

like... a boss, for example.

- Am I a suspect?

- You, you the hero, Serge
the legend-- it's not incompatible.

I'm off. Oh!

I want to ask something.

Is there anyone who
can alibi you, please?

- Well, Julia my fiancee.
- There you go!

That's great as an alibi. It's original.

It doesn't work.

No, because fiancees,
they're in love. So necessarily...

...they depart from the truth.

Irritating, eh? Woooo!

Oh, dear!

You want to lie down? Huh? Big sadness?

You want my soft kitty?

- It's a shock.

Manon was Cyril's assistant.
And you?

- Well, I'm an assistant at the cop house.

Was her dad afraid of anyone
who'd want to burn him up?

- That didn't bother him.

Serge found out he works at night.

He came back, to fight the fire.

- Why didn't Serge tell me he did that?

- The stress-- I imagine it was violent.

- 'Stress.'

Your boss doesn't seem to be under stress.

- Because he doesn't let it show.

- I tell you, he's the boss.

- I dunno... I know my bosses.

Eh? Yeah.

He told me.

Where were the two of you during the fire?

- I'm financial director,
but yes, I was with him.

Yes, he's all mine.

- I don't care, he's not my cup
of tea, but something I don't understand:

You were both in bed.

How did he manage to get here before us?

- We live 500m from here.

He checked his mobile, and got the alarm.

What a stroke of luck!

That's one hot boss. Eh?

Where'd the guy get singed?

- Over there, the yellow door.
- There?

Ah! Oh well.

I understand you burn alcohol here.

What is this here?
A Molotov cocktail bar?

Finish what you started,

you gonna finish
your B-52 cocktail, eh?

What were we doing here, sir?

- She's handling the
investigation, wrapping it up.

Glass exploded; woke me up.

I wanted to go in.
But there was too much smoke.

And then there was the heat.

After that, I don't know.

- He passed out near the door.
Serge hadn't arrived yet.

- Serge the hero?

Your boss?

He went in.

I hope this is just company housing

and you don't live here.

Afraid not; my wife left.

- Did she give you the number
of Alcoholics Anonymous when she left?

Damn alcohol.
The worst way to relax.

You need to think of yourself now, sir.

And your daughter.

Where did she go?
- I don't know.

- Quite a family, I must say.

And between your daughter- was there
something between her and the stiff?

Manon, with that asshole? She never- I-

- Stay calm, Jean-Pierre.
She's just doing her job.

Well... see you later?

You both will have more to say, eh?

Ahhh! Whoa!

Before you get a
gold ring for Getting Along,

why didn't you tell me
about the other lucky guy in all this?

I almost got burned by the alcohol fumes!

Valas?*
Yeah!

- It wouldn't add to the investigation.

- Well...

Because he didn't like Mr. Cyril?

And you?

You liked Cyril?

- Trust me. He was my cousin, an OK guy.

If you praise your cousin
he goes to heaven?

Or better, Ch'ti.* CHUCKLES

So what was your cousin like?

- I actually don't know.

When I was young
he lived in Paris with his parents

When I came back when my father died

he'd been made Commerical Director
ten years before.

- Oh, all right...

So when you two found
each other, did it work or not?

- Let's say we didn't see the future
of the business the same way.

- Layoffs?

- No, it's like family here, we wouldn't.

- Not gasoline? That's not your scene!

Or, does he sell?

You never wanted to
ventilate your cousin's throat?

- Well, sure. But killing him for real, no.

You sure that you're a Gendarme?

- Nothing is for sure, not even existence.

Good. Before you got
dad's business, where were you?

- I was in Guyana, 20 years.
I came back 3 years ago.

I have work to do,
if you don't mind.

- Give me a hand?

- 'Give me a hand.' Hey,

does it say 'union member' here?

Ow!

Yeah?

- In the drain?
- For sure.

- Yeah? That's good.

- Oh, whoa, don't you ever let up?

No, call me an idiot,

it'd take a year to get rid of me.

- How did you end up in Guyana?
- Is it important?

- Why don't you try me, and we'll see.

- Okay.

My father wanted
me to be successful,

but I had other things to
do, like all young people.

He sent me there to get some brains.

- For 20 years?
- I didn't want to come back.

He wasn't pleased; we didn't
speak again before he died. Unfortunately.

- Well, if not for you
this place would be limping along.

- It was what was right.

Hmmph. It's just as he planned.

- I'm sure she didn't believe you for a second.
- Don't be alarmed.

Talk to me.

You were really in the
storage room before the fire.

- Yeah, of course.

- So why didn't you tell her
instead of making me lie?

Did you kill Cyril, or what?

- Are you out of your mind?

Earlier I wasn't calm with Cyril.

But I said nothing, so the investigator

wouldn't get the wrong idea.

He was alive when I left!

Valas.

He arrived at the party already soused.

He left around 9pm,

messed up as usual.

- But why did he have
a problem with the stiff?

Because he was banging his daughter?

- No, Cyril was the only one

in the village not afraid of that shit.

- Is that so? Why not?

- His father, Serge's uncle,
and his wife lived in Paris.

Village life must not have
been good enough for her.

So when Cyril arrived, years later,

He sweet-talked everyone, and
wanted to make everything American.

Re-do all the cottages.

- While cousin Serge thinks
'what's the point?'

After 20 years... And then-- THPPT

Slap!

He's in the sticks with his beautiful medal.

- Eventually- phew.

If that were the case, it's uncertain
he'd have left the jungle had he known.

Daddy's boy
wasn't always so cool.

That doesn't matter, you were 5.

And without him you'd have been
in over your head yesterday on the ridge.

I say he saved your life.

Not only your life, Romain.

My son saved the sawmill,
this bistro, all the "jobs."

So have some respect!

- Your Majesty, you are
Catherine de' Medici, I guess?

Marleau, Captain of the Constabulary.

- I thought you were the new maid!

I am Lucie Duprat.

The family that founded the sawmill.

- Class contempt, it's not
very classy, she's a sovereign.

Hear ye, hear ye, populace. Her Majesty

asks that you shut your traps.

and that you respect her descendants.

Alright. Did Cyril maybe
have a problem with you?

- He had a problem with everyone.

Luc, a coffee with kirsch

Oh, and half a pint as well.

Do you have an alibi
for the murder, Majesty?

- I have no alibi.

I was sleeping.

All alone.

Do you have a followup?

You'll have to settle for my word.

Because my word makes it so.

- I see that!

I hear the silence, I see
the subjects tremble before the Queen.

But girls...

girls...

Fear.

Your servant.
I wish you a good day.

♪ 'Tis the final battle...* ♪

Nice-looking stiff, eh?

I always make things messy.
Was he messy?

- What are you doing here?
- Maybe getting warmer in my search.

Our stiff not have a computer?

Yes, he took a laptop everywhere.

I don't think you'll find much here.

You surprise me.

There will inevitably be
something right in front of me,

something that jumps out
at me, something amateur.

Or amateur-ess.

What could it be? Any ideas?
- Um, no?

What're you looking for first?
- Ah... 'Looking for.'

Whatever a dead guy would hide,

that could've kept him from dying.

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hSo...

There's no splinters or shards.

How did they manage to get in?

I keep things crtitical
to the factory in my office.

Then I inform him step by
step, rather than a long briefing.

- Cyril's keybox, everything's there.
- Well, you surprise me.

What you have here is like a peppermill.

Oh.

The keys to his house-- his life, too?
- Not even.

'Not even.'\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

What a champion you had.

Heh heh!

Squeak-squeak! I love it.

He really was a champion!
In what?

- White-water canoeing.
That's when he wouldn't be a liar.

- Or dead. Ha!

He changed since he started.

- I wanted to be a comedian.
- Blanche Gardin* is my hero, so I stopped.

Oh dear.

So: Serge-io, 'the Virile.'
How did he become the sawmill savior?

- Stop calling him that.

He has milling and carpentry methods
he brought back from Guyana.

He cut costs and
passed it on to the customers.

It didn't take much, actually.

- Otherwise, deforestation
is very cool, or what?

- No, but that's the pride of the region.

- Like killing people?

- Tired, captain.

- Oh good, it's a start!
Keep up the fight.

What-?

Did you break the seals?
You have no right!

I- beg pardon, I-

- Isn't this a crime scene?
Was it you who killed

your boyfriend last night?

- No. And there was
nothing between Cyril and me.

- My ass. Look at me.

Sure, you thought he was seriously cute.
But you had a crush.

You had a crush!

- We were together six months.

- My. Poor Juliet.

To go and fall in love
with an evil alpha Romeo.

And dad, he said--
'no way, none of that for us!

If you go out with him, I'll whack him.'

- He didn't kill him.

Talk about
why you're here this morning.

- He's not a killer, I know it.

Leave me in peace.

- Go ahead. Come see Auntie Marleau.

You're not gonna make me feel bad.

There. Don't worry, it'll pass, eh?

You have to tell me the truth:

Did you meet him here last night or not?
- Yes.

I came at 9:30 and stayed for an hour.

He was alive when I left.

I got home at 11:00,
my mother will tell you.

- OK, you didn't start the fire.

But you could have killed him.

- Why would I do that? I loved him!

- You loved him--
maybe he didn't love you.

Or, he told you he's gay:

'Manon, I don't
love you anymore, I tell you!'

You started to heat to boiling,

you grab something and- BAM!

It was a kick in the teeth, 'goodbye Paris.'

What did you do?

'My god, what've I
done? Panic! Run away!'

'Quickly, quickly, quickly!'

'Not much time!' And then?

Your dad's at home!

'I don't know what happened! What do I do?'

There needs to be a fire, everywhere!

A believable accident, he's
dead drunk and flat on his face,

you know-- PRETEND COUGHS

And it almost worked.

What?

Well-

Did it suck? It was just
the main points, I didn't write it!

There's a knife in my pocket!
- Yeah?

Come on, come on Marleau...

Come on!

'Forgive me for everything.'

Phew.

What're you doing here?

- And you?

Thinking a bit. Of Cyril, rather.

- Whoa, he was naughty.

What about the cousin you lost, hmm?

I have nothing to say, Marleau.
- Well I have something to say to you.

I see; I feel.

There's something
big somewhere in there.

What do you have to tell me?

What would I do with it,
it's not the 10th of May.*

Zero layoffs here.

He's my uncle, but I was proud of him.

I protected the sawmill,
except I fucked myself.

- How so?

It's about Valas, right?

- Whoa, Valas.
Not long ago he had a family.

Bankruptcy killed Romain,
we tied it to organics, and then, mostly...

And you know about
Cyril the night of the murder.

- Oh good-
- Yes, I know!

I'll say nothing in custody.

Not for life or death. Happy?

Excuse me.

- Not going to answer?
- No, I have MUTTERS

- I sense bullshit. Nervous?
- I'm not nervous!

First Cyril, and then Valas.
I'm afraid for the Valases, it's a lot.

Hoping I'll crack from
I-don't-know-what bullshit?

- Oh well, that's it, you're not.

You ain't mature enough. Like mushrooms.

- I heard from the hospital.

Valas' condition is life-threatening.

What he did was a confession, right?

- Hallo?

Testing-- 1, 2...

Your mom's not stupid,
she's not a Captain.

Was Valas there taking
Cyril's phone and computer?

Well, I'd say in this case they
wouldn't have lasted long in the fire.

You see?

Yeah, basically because
otherwise we'd have found them.

Why did he try to commit suicide?

Why at the sawmill?

In my opinion, because he
was fed up with the evil around him.

Get it?

- It moved!
- It knows who I am.

- It's the first time. Crazy!
Can we see it?

- Is 'gynecologist' written here?

What's it doing in there?

Like an alien in a cage.
- It's like a butterfly's touch.

- Does it seem weird to you,
Serge being nervous about text messages?

In addition, the other one hanging
himself is making me stupid.

So, the two of you:

investigate Mr. Serge's
time in Guyana-- I said Guyana--

understand?

Whoo!

Comrades!

No?

Moody.

Isn't "o muerte"* dead?

What, we have nothing to say, you have
to keep your mouth shut? Why is this open?

Inspection!
What's the Law?

I'm the Law!*

Anyone there?

Yoo-hoo!

Only me.

What's there to eat?

Mmm! Me like.

You again?

Break the seals, make
yourself at home? You came to

tell me something? To save your dad, right?

- No no no, I...

I just- I just wanted to see-

And, um...

I didn't think it was...

- Was what? So messed up?

Welcome to the world of the vulnerable.

No photos of your father?

His addiction doesn't make him guilty.

Or did his murderous mood
make you think otherwise?

- He saw me arrive at Cyril's.

We argued. He didn't want me to go up.
- You went up anyway.

- When I left I heard
a noise from behind the stairs.

I thought he was
still there and I ran away.

- It could have been anybody.

Like your boss?

- Serge? Ha, no.

No no, I saw him through the window,
down at the administration building-

You sure about that?

Be careful, it's serious!

I doubt it!

Did you do an Unemployment
internship to learn to use this?

- No, it's simple. Want to try it?
- Well, yeah!

- Ah-- hold on.

News flash: the autopsy found

pieces of fabric between Cyril's teeth,

which didn't get burned up.

What was the point--
so he'd stop talking?

- You're the Gendarme, right?
I don't see it.

The blind man saw.*

What you want is that
the culprit is not Mr. Valas.

Well, no.

You know what, I almost believed

what you wanted me to believe.

You're a good actor, eh?

- I don't understand,
what's the story with the fabric?

- Fabric tells you
a lot of things, for example

it says the killer hit Cyril,

before stuffing the fabric in his mouth,

and then set the fire.
The guy who did this isn't--

how do you say it-- composed...

"cool"... has self-control.
- Someone like me.

- Or a 'she' who killed for you. Right?

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hWell, no!

You and your girlfriend
were being lovebirds.

Huh? Little liar!

What were you doing in
the administration building? Tell me.

- It's not complicated,
I went back to do some paperwork.

- Well that's good, because
Cyril's office was searched.

- Wasn't me.

- So much the better,
you leave fewer fingerprints.

- Then you won't
find mine, that's for sure.

- Is that your mating call?

- Come have sex with me.
- Will you go if you get a kiss?

You want me to get you pregnant?

I'm going to love being a father.

- What did she want?

- Oh, some bullshit.

To find out if Cyril had changed,
'blah blah blah.'

- I don't understand that ditz.

What are these texts
you've been getting for 3 weeks?

- Those? Legal processes I guess.

- Stop! You know, I can
see that they upset you.

Okay.
A guy from Guyana with freaky questions,

but it's alright, it's fine.

- So why are you
stressing out with everyone?

Are you the only
one with problems?

you too! -someone obvious?

Stop mothering me, it's okay,
I tell you there's no problem!

- Serge?

- I'll explain, when
it's all done with, alright?

What's are these things?

- We'll still sharing everything. I hope?

Hey: if that changes, it will be a problem.

- Nothing's going to change.

It's all good.

We received info on Cyril Duprat.

He dropped a lot
of money at a trendy bar

in Colmar the day before his murder.

Shall we go for a ride this evening?

- Yeah, but...

Nice maternity wear, eh?

There was also something to do with
a Spanish medical lab 3 weeks ago.

A lab in Spain. Where GPA* are done?

Well, can you take care of it,

because

- You don't want to see a doctor?

- Uh, I don't have the means,
I'm a public servant.

Well, I have to work tonight,
do you have anything good for me?

- Nothing on Guyana--

except one of his
friends died of a tropical fever.

It was Serge who got him
out of the jungle, in a canoe.

But it was too late.

Before you go, here's a strange
story from when he left for Guyana.

- Show me.

Why're you screwing around with logs?

I thought you worked with Julia.

- Yeah, I'm training to be a logger.
- Oh!

Serge says after an assessment

he thinks I can help with
Operations, it might be "fun."

- That's nice of Mr. Serge!

What'd you have to
do for that? Nothing, hmm?

I did come to talk about your--

your accident?

Did you see the reckless driver?

- Actually, our mom
was driving, they didn't stop--

so I was told, because
I don't remember anything.

- This is a trauma thing?

With post-traumatic
shock, you forget everything.

Don't worry.

Yeah, I see in the accident report that-

there was a witness. Who is it?
- Yes, my brother Romain.

- Romain from the bistro?

Who spits on Serge?
That's your brother?

- He was 5 years old at the time.

In fact the shock of the accident was
so great that he was mute for 6 months.

When he began speaking again, he

kept repeating that
it was a fire-breathing monster.

A fire-breathing monster? Dragonball*?

No, actually the psychiatrist said
he substituted a dragon for the motorcycle.

The smoke from the
exhaust pipe was the flames.

- That's how I see it.

Strange that your brother would
blame Serge,

after what he's doing for you.

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hFunny, right?\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h Yes, I know,

since you mention it.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

Especially since Serge
says I owe him nothing

for all he's doing for me.
- For everyone.

a little bit guilty?

Well, your brother, if he's
having flashbacks about Serge,

he had something to do with it, maybe?

- Absurd! If Serge had been
the biker he wouldn't have run off!

If you please, this was my 10-minute break.

I have to get back.
- Yeah.

Tauzin?

No, I'm chancing it at the dentist.

Will you do something not too difficult?

Just something I
promised Her Majesty Lucie.

Right away.

Well, my office, I don't care.
Yeah, thanks.

Ah!

- Oh!
- Not you, Captain.

- Oh, you know,\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h
just little me.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

Moving outside my world.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

- It's not the same.
Well... obviously.

- Oh, well, thanks for
the info, it's not my little desk.

- So it would seem.

But I guess you didn't
ask me here to discuss the decor.

- Unnh-uh.

Although on occasion I
want to give you clothing advice.

- Well, thank you, it's informal.

I'm not rich, it's cheap--
"this way, please!"

Here we are! I just wanted
to meet with you this evening--

if you please.

There.

I want to have a little talk
with you about your son.

Is that alright with you?

Why did he leave so soon

- You're not going to
tell me there was a link

between Elise's accident
and Serge's departure?

- I got nothing.

I'm just doing my job,
making the little connections.

- It was a coincidence,
nothing at all, a coincidence.

Coincidence-- that's not all,
I found something weird.

Because, 1: the biker was never found.

And, 2: a motorcycle bursting into flames,

I don't see it. Sorry, in
a pinch it could be a comic book.

Something's fishy.
- No,

my son didn't have a motorcycle.

No license. That's verifiable.

- Yeah, it's verifiable,
but what is also verifiable

is that you don't need a license to kill.

- You know I'm not lying.

I know.

- He stayed in Guyana 20 years.

If it was to hide, why come back?

He gets to Guyana but, well,

the crocodiles, the mosquitos,
the jungle snakes.

- But in the end he came back,

after the inheritance was settled.

- Well no, that was because of Julia.

- Why did that bring him back?

- Maybe for 'the good life.'

Maybe the lady had a say in it.

Listen, I suggest you ask him,

because I can't answer for everyone.

- Is that right?
I should have thought of that.

- Enough work, it's late.

Eh?

By the way, Elise told me
Marleau was asking questions

about her accident and
the 'monster on the motorcycle.'

- Huh? 'Monster on a motorcycle'? What?

- Nothing. Above all, what does it
have to do with Cyril's death?

- It doesn't. She's
completely lost, that's all.

- I have things to do at the sawmill.

Don't wait up.

- Is he like this because of me?
What's wrong with him?

- A lot of pressure
at the sawmill, I suppose.

- Do you think I'm an idiot?

He's always had pressure.
What are you both hiding?

- Listen, don't use that tone with me.
You have your place.

- My place?

I'm becoming his wife in 2 weeks!

It's you who should
stay out of our relationship!

- I was referring to the
house I know you want to build.

- There's no question
that we will live here.

Let's take a break.
Don't bother me.

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hOK, can I help you?

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h- No, it's alright.

- I can get you
what you're looking for.

- Oh, well no, not just yet.
This won't take me long.

- Yeah?

- Wha-?

Who knows you smoke?
- Looking for drugs?

- Well hey-- Gendarmerie, after all.

- So stop me.

- Pass that over here.
- Ah.

Mmmm!

Local? From the Vosges?

I should call DASS.*

You grow this at home? Mmm.

I'm not the DASS.
I let this go all the time,

it's your body. It's your life.

When you went into the wild,
your dad didn't want you to?

- We were uprooted, each in our own way.

One ended up the boss,

the other with coconuts, right?

- Wrong premise.

In Guyana, I did
clearcutting for gold miners.

One day, we took down
a habitat where a tribe lived.

- Yeah? Aiding colonization
is an ugly, stupid trap.

Yes, that was my game.

A friend and I were
helping them with construction.

Despite what I had, I wanted more.

I discovered a new life, I stayed.

- And the friend,
he died from fever, right?

- Yeah, right. David.

DASS was there too that summer.

No one claimed him, he's still there.

It's his home now.

Hmm.

So you went on clearcutting.
Eventually- CHORTLES

even you realized it, right?
And now you have to swallow it!

Delete.

You just did what you had to.

It's easy to judge, but to
recognize that bullshit, and fix it--

what is it to me?

- Yeah.

It's also easy to live
free from these ghosts.

- That isn't crazy.

Well--

no more fishing. I'd like
to go to bed, eh? Come on.

I don't do pipes, nothing
with sucking, no such thing with me.

- No, really?
- Wow, weird. Give me a break.

Serge?

What's the problem? What
couldn't you say over the phone?

I needed to see you.

A while back I did
something really stupid.

And...

You need to know
I went to Guyana to change.

The monster on the motorcycle.

It was me.

At the time I thought no one
saw anything, so I didn't stop.

I didn't have the
courage to turn myself in.

I thought it wouldn't change anytning.

I put you behind me.

I ask for your forgiveness.

Stop- oh shit, STOP! FUCK!

Stop it, I understand!
Stop, I'm sorry!

- Easy! No you don't, okay?
Stop it right now!

Stop! First warning!

Don't do anything. Hold up!

Calm down in here for half an hour, man.

Have a good time!

- You alright?
- It's okay.

- Because of him the
whole village will know about you.

- Yesterday's conversation
made me understand.

Keeping it to myself was eating me up.

- Well, so...

There ain't no one.

No one showed.
- That's clear.

The guys will come
back, but I have to be here.

Well, seems obvious
they're gonna work somewhere else.

Before Guyana you were a big idiot.

- Thanks. Thanks, I'm touched.

- It's for me to thank you:
'Thank you' from this part of the North.

Know what?

What: only that we
should send all of the

the local assholes
we know over there, right?

We'd all come out ahead, right?
- Yeah, except that'd just leave me.

But again, there's Julia...
- Whoa...

No, what can you do about Julia?

That's already a mess.

Eventually she's going to know that

'her perfect man'

suddenly smells like a big stinker.

Right--

shall we talk to Booba Jr.*?

If he's calmed down.

Hey-up.

- That rotten guy ruined
my sister's life, and he killed Cyril.

- How do you know?
- Because!

I was envious, I followed her, she
met with that piece of shit in the yard.

That's how I found out he's
the monster on the motorcycle.

- And why didn't you say anything?

- It's past the statute of limitations.
And he's the local celebrity!

I just wanted to make a big stink
before turning him in.

- How did you do that? Maybe by "text"?

- Yes! He must've thought it was Cyril.

- Rubbish.

'Cyril killed them,' 'how come?' 'You sure?':

'Cyril killed them,' 'how come?' 'You sure?'
'No?' Your thing doesn't hold up.

- Well yes, it was
in a text I sent yesterday.

That's all I did. It makes
no sense for me to kill him.

Would that make you happy?
- Show me the text.

Yeah...

So... Oh!
You have interesting photos.

Cyril was in Paris
when you had your accident.

Look it up, dummy.

What happened to Cyril feels like the
story of the biker in the flames, huh?

Understand?

So beat it, you're annoying me.
I'll keep your phone.

Well, let's say
Serge thought the text was from Cyril.

Take a look.

It talks about Elise's accident.

So?

- What do you think?
- Hmm...

It's something I didn't have.
He thought Cyril knew about him.

- Yeah, but what?

At what bar did Cyril spend all that money?

- I got this from his photostream.

The photo is dated
the day before the murder.

That guy is Sébastien Massot,
the boss of Eastern Sawmill.

Yeah? He's the competition?

Even worse-- Acadian.*

He wants to buy the valley
sawmill and its industrial patents.

- St. Joseph, pray for us.

I don't want cake,
but why don't I try some cookies?

So, can you please tell me why I'm here?

I imagine you've already checked my alibi.

Let's have it, I don't have time to waste.

- Well, I want to know if you
were fucking around with Cyril Duprat

drinking champagne the
day before he got whacked.

- He told me he was
taking over the sawmill.

We went to Roset to discuss its future.

- How could he have sold you
the sawmill, if it wasn't his to sell?

- That problem was being resolved.

- Oh. He told you that, you believed him?

- What did I risk?
Apart from disappointment?

I gave him the benefit of the doubt.

- Well, Mister CEO-who-profits-from-doubt

will pay the check, with dividends.
Completely.

Are you upset?
Stop, this is ridiculous!

- No! It's scary.
Were you playing me?

- You've known me 3 years!
- I've tried to talk to you

a hundred times. I'm fed up.

How could you lie to Élise?

Her? Everyone, actually!

- And you think it was easy?

Who'd have worked for me
at the sawmill if they knew?

- Poor little boss!
Marleau is right... actually...

you go from hero to martyr
whenever you want, right?

- I whine about neither.

Ah, I had doubts about that one.

Man, it's like being
back in school, give me that.

I bet you feel like an ass, huh?

Because you imagine I found you
a nice little motive for the murder.

- Your haunting me is
what I like about you, ma'am.

- Is it humorous that your cousin
wanted to sell the sawmill?

Yeah, to Mr. Massot.
Is that a good motive, maybe?

- That's screwed up.
I didn't know. No, really.

I have majority ownership.
Technically, he couldn't do anything.

- I know, I saw
the articles of incorporation:

55% for you, 25% for him.
- There you go!

- No one could sell with only 25%.
- That's not a problem.

Yeah, but 25%, that's still a lot,

for a cousin you don't
know, who no one really knows.

- It was generous.

- That's the point.

Your daddy, he gave your cousin
25% of the sawmill--

plus, the post of Commercial Director.

But you on the other hand...

Everything else-- the good
food, the house, the family influence--

no, you get crumbs, living like
an apartment manager,

it doesn't make sense! Why?

I asked myself that too, 'why not me'?

Mother said I simply
wanted independence.

- Mom said that?

If mom said that...

Here you go!
A good coffee will fix things.

- That's bullshit.
- Oh, really?

- Cyril would have loved
to live at the villa, but Lucie refused.

She didn't even want
him to come on vacation

in Dauphin* when they were kids.

Why, she didn't want

her nephew in the car?
- I don't know, but...

ever since he arrived 5 years ago,

she's sabotaged him
as if she detested him.

Maybe you didn't need the good nephew.

You have a great job.

It's true. Cyril told me he was defending

against others who wanted to take over.

He was afraid of her.

She tried to make all the decisions.

But I'm like Julia, I'm not scared.

- Mmmm. Yes, all right.

Bravo, girls.
The guys here badly need

a good pair of ovaries.

Except maybe... Mr. Serge?

- It's true. He had the courage to
admit he was the monster on the motorcycle.

Everyone says he's changed.
- Oh?

Yes! Yes, thanks.
Thank you very much!

It's my dad, he's
out of surgery, it went well.

- Oh, that's good!

HEY, not so fast.

It's the recovery room, you can't visit.

I still have a little question.
- Can't it wait?

- Well-- no.

What? Your dad's better,
that's what you wanted.

See, Cyril, did he ever say

he wanted to sell the sawmill
behind Serge's back?

- The sawmill?
- Uh-huh.

Oh, no. What's more, he was
afraid of Serge lowering the boom.

- But who else might he have told about it?

- Uh, maybe Dr. Berard?

He was his only friend.

- Dr. Berard?

Well, go on, what're you
waiting for, go see your father!

Hey!

Don't worry, he'll be okay.

Well there you are!

Well, we good?

- Do I leave you without checking in?

You're annoying me, Michelin Man.

I've already-
- I already am!

A driver, an answering service--
I'm tired of being your sidekick.

No, if something is tricky, we check-in.
- Is that everything?

Done with the surge of hormones?
Some answering machine.

- The prosecutor tried to call
but you didn't answer.

He still wants the
emphasis to be on the Valas family--

if you want to know.
- What?

Completely stupid, this prosecutor!

I'm sure the Queen Mother pays him.

I have to tell him there's no evidence.

Oh, there's no more battery.
- Oh well.

- You're right.

I'm going to ring...

I-lie-about-everything Dr. Berard.

- That's it, it's finished.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

Got the gauze?\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

- Cyril don't tell me
about his professional projects

No, we weren't really friends,
occasionally we played chess, that's all.

I know he detested everyone.

- Oh, my "skin."

Do I have to keep the bandage on?

- For a while, yeah.

Don't want it to become septic.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

- I have to release you now,
I have to examine a couple workers.

- You do occupational medicine too?

- And the infirmary.

I go wherever I'm needed.
- You're world champion, eh?

Well, no--

'State Champion, Two-seater Canoe & Kayak.'

Oh! Like Julia.

She's your partner?
- Yes.

- You two were a couple,
before she left you for Serge, right?

- I got ambushed by 'Indiana Jones.'
- Oh my.

'Indiana Jones'?

Indiana Jones, after he returned
from his Temple of Doom...

... "Für" Elise.*

Except he's drawn attention to himself
when he could've remained silent.

- You like that, his image in the toilet?

Serge and her; don't you think
it's funny, you taking care of him?

There are never times
that you want to 'euthanize him'?

By accident?

- I try to give care to everyone.

- Oh no, not everyone.

It's an hour's drive to get treated.

Not funny, all that time.

Gotta go, I have to work.
- See you again, Captain.

Well, I hope not!

This is the first time
you've come to me to sign.

- What else can I do?

You're coming home, right?

I'll do anything--
past, present, and future.

Okay. It's only a
matter of time, so I'll tell you:

Never.

- Haven't I changed?

I want to fix things, will you listen?

Would you rather I shut up?

- I prefer us like this. Hmm?

Let me explain to you-
- It's fine.

Let it go, I think it's better.

- I want to say...

It's not easy.

I know that you're
trying to make up for things.

There. That's all.

- Thank you.

I appreciate it.

I know I don't deserve your forgiveness-
- And you won't have it.

You'll never have it.

I just wanted to...

I don't know.

I understand.

Uh, for Operations, you'll
still have your place up at the cut.

If you're game.

Does anyone want to
say a few words about Cyril?

Anyone?

I want to bring up anyone who wants

to place a flower on the coffin.

)

((It could be anyone in the village,

acting on the mother's orders:

she doesn't kill, she tells someone to- ))

- Hey, listen!

♪ "Ne me quitte pas..." ♪

What makes us love each other?

- Many things, Marleau.
Intelligence, maybe.

- Belief in the god Dave?

♪ Far from you, I wonder ♪

Why did you cremate Cyril so quickly?

They're scooping him up.

- We're taking his ashes back to Paris.

So he can be next to his parents.

His family will have a service, of course.

His maternal family.

Yeah, true, you're not his family.

Oh!

A call for me! Who's calling?

Oh.

What is it, Tauzin?

- Yes, info on the Spanish lab:

it specializes in DNA testing.

- DNA testing. Your opinion?

Why request a DNA test, hmm?

What's on the menu tonight?

No courses. THPPT

It's empty.

Good evening.

- I don't remember inviting you.

- Oh, well, then what a pain:

I don't have one-- that's me usually.

Oh! Crematorium petits fours!*

I thought the investigation was over with,

and you had a "passion" for Valas.

- Oh no, it's not a "passion."
The indictment-- that's different.

The investigation continues until the end.

- And how much longer are we
going to have to put up with you?

- Oh, a day or so-- it's okay, be brave.

A day's enough for me.

Because you knew that
Cyril was going to sell the sawmill,

and it didn't work out, you phony!

- You think I wanted to whack Cyril,

that it was all me.

That I set his house on fire--

at my age!
- Yeah, it's alright.

You don't have to put on a show!

If it's not you, it's one of your herd.

- You're priceless!

- Yeah, in that way I'm like
The Untouchables. People can't buy me.

Though I have to say I'm not cheap either.

- You'll have to go now.

Yeah? Or else what?

- Mmm? What's going to happen,
you're going to have play football outside?

Have a nice day, Your Majesty.

But it's to be expected
that she didn't come!

Give her some time
to get her head straight.

- I took too long.

I'm losing her.

I refuse to let that happen.

Maybe she knew...
- It wouldn't be a disaster!

Apparently no one knew, not even her.

- I don't know.

With Marleau around,
I'd rather do it my way.

- In 24 hours Marleau
will have lost, she'll leave.

Julia will always be there
and will fall back into your arms.

- 24 hours.
Then I'll talk to her.

- I have an update.
Cyril paid for the DNA test

to prove he was a son of a Duprat

for extra weight on his side.

- That doesn't change anything.

He still only has 25% of the shares.

Therefore?

He had other means of pressure.

- What could it be?\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

- Chipotle sauce.

I wonder what that something is.

How come it's Serge wearing
the Hit & Run Biker shirt?

Right here in his backyard,
where everyone knows him?

He was directly accused,
he isn't stupid, he knew that.

- Yeah. Um,

in any case, we received
the report from the firefighters.

- Oh.
- It's something.

- Whoa! You know what? I'm
taking a spin down to the sawmill.

- Do I come with you?
- Oh, no...

Ah, the sawmill, the sawmill!

♪ They shall not pass!
They shall not pass! ♪*

- They put you on Traffic?
- Totally!

The traffic of info!

'Good evening.'

'Traces of a timer used to start the fire

were found at the home of the fire victim.'

'It will be shown that this timer

would therefore give the main suspect

time to have returned to his home

and his non-binding fiancee.'

'Back to you in the studio.'

- You have suspicions, huh?
- Mmm...

- No one is my mother's slave anymore.

Yeah, she told me about you...

Don't believe her.
She's not crazy.

In Guyana you must've used fire
to clear land or whatever.

- In short, my mother
scared you, a bit like me.

But everyone is
a volunteer firefighter here.

- Ah, everyone is perfect here,

and you more perfect than others.

Perfect son, perfect boss,
perfect lover?

Before, in Guyana, you
were away from these big idiots.

How was it, eh?

What happened?

Mother, son, and
Holy Spirit-- give me faith!

Maybe they created a
wonderful leading role to play.

Ah, because you think
I have a chance at a Cesar*?

- Ah, well that’s for sure. Almost sure,

they won't ask me to give you the Cesar.

What's that like,
acting as a father figure?

They all saw what you did in the fire,

everyone was talking about it--

That guy has so much panache!

- I don't mind some excess panache.
Can I go?

- Go ahead, 'Indiana Jones.'

He'd need less help than us
to get out of Fleury-Mérogis.*

Let's go.

I'm going.

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h- Move on there.

There's no doubt.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

Congratulations.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

You're pregnant.

It's not happy news?

- Stop.

You know I've left Serge.

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h- It could work out.

- I don't think so.

A baby; I don't know.

- Listen, take time to think.

If you need anything....

- It's not like we don't know each other.

Hmm?

- Marc... please.

I won't have you go there.

- Yes, sorry, excuse me.

Forget it.

You can sleep on my sofa.

Make yourself comfortable,
no ulterior motives.

- That's nice.

I want to be alone.

Thank you.

Oh, what is it???

Who's calling me?

What's the matter, your water break?

You were right to split up.

He's headed to Epinal.

Oh, great, on my way.

Mr. Duprat?

It's 6:30 am, what's going on?

This is Serge Duprat, leave a message.

Where are you?

You need to hear something.

I'm pregnant.
I need to see you.

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h-
\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h-

- (I don't understand. He left
his girlfriend's at dawn with a bag,

now he's with a solicitor.
Is he going to crack?)

Oh, is that what he's doing?

What was he doing?

I want to know what he was up to.

- Yes?
- Good morning!

It's morning visiting hour; what were
you doing with that man, Serge? Hmm?

- 'Professional secrecy,'
have you heard of it?

- Well, no, since it's secret.

Come on, let's go to the kitchen.

Telescope?

Oh.

You like the planets a lot, do you?

No respect for privacy,
that tells you something.

Peeping. 15,000-euros fine.

And into the slammer,
if it were up to me, the slammer.

- G- got your message. I thought-

- That was to inform you.

I'm not sharing what's going on.
- 'What's going on'? I'm here.

It's my child too.

- You stay, you'll be able to see it.

However, if you go to the end
of the world I won't bring it to you.

So we're not tired
of making everything difficult.

- I make things difficult?
Look at yourself!

- What's your problem? It's the damn truth!

You want me to really tell you the truth?
- No, I don't!

Help me drag your history out of you?

Your cowardice?

- Serge went home.
What did the lawyer say?

- The lawyer says Serge made a will.

All of a sudden,
leaving everything to Julia.

Farewell gift?

- You think he wants to commit suicide?
- THPPT Maybe.

Then again, maybe that's
what he wants us to believe.

Because, imagine: we find his car

along the Vologne,* with a little note.

'Goodbye cruel world, I'm a killer,'
he could do that.

- Yeah. The Vologne
rarely gives up its bodies.

Many are often declared dead.

- Yeah, then all of a sudden:

BAM! This way to freedom!

The media arrives,
Marguerite Duras* revives him-

What is it?
- Something's wrong.

- You all right?

The bun rattling around in the oven?

- I have pain in my lower stomach.

- Contractions in the 4th month are
normal, but I'd prefer to hospitalize you.

- Out of the question, I'm on a case.

- Yes, but you have a pregnancy
to carry to term, so you follow orders.

- Hey, yeah, you're
making a kid, do what he says.

- Take good care of her,
I'll be there in 20 minutes

It'll be fine, go.

Hey doctor.

About our 'Indiana Jones,'

before he went to Guyana,
did he seek treatment with you?

- No, it was my father then,
I took over from him.

Since he was treated by your dad is it
possible you have Serge's medical file?

And don't give me doctor confidentiality!

- No, you see, there was a flood
in 2006 which destroyed all the files.

- It wasn't computerized?

- No, unfortunately my dad
could barely use a smartphone.

- I see. The code of silence
is at your place too.

Okay, well, I'm going to go open a couple.*

- Open a couple? To do what?

- You seriously should get some.

Maybe it will give you a little courage.

Hello, hey what's up? I'm Capt. Marleau.

I'm sorry Captain, it's impossible for me

to release Mr. Duprat's test results.

'But why?' 'My heart is sad.'

'I am contemplating.'
'Why are you leaving town?'

- I speak French. The records
are medically confidential. Understand?

- But I need it for an investigation!

Hello?

He hung up on me!
'Have a good summer at grandpa's!'

So...

Hello!

- Ah. Hello!
- Is the doorbell broken?

- Because I was on the phone,
with the lab in Spain.

The lab Cyril asked for a DNA test.
- Cyril asked for a DNA test? Why?

- Because he was convinced
he was your half-brother,

and because of that
we wouldn't have him killed.

- Oh, well then, a 1-in-10,000 chance.
- Oh, 'chance'?

I'm lucky, so be careful, you
might upset plans, if I may say.

Because do you think
that Cyril getting the test results

the day before telling Mr. Massot,
"I'm selling you my sawmill,"

was just a coincidence?

- Certainly!

But whatever the result of
the test, it doesn't change anything.

He still had only a 25% share.

- But this doesn't care about percentages.

Besides, the important thing is
not even what was in the test results.

The important thing was what wasn't there.

And what wasn't there?

You weren't, Mr. Serge.

Yes, I was right--
sometimes I'm a bit stupid.

Because from the start
I should have understood that you,

you are everything that Serge
wouldn't have been if he had been Serge.

- Who is not Serge.
- Captain,

I know you love talking in riddles,

but frankly, even with my
best efforts, I'm not following you.

- At least not like usual.
- I don't care. I'm not asking you

the riddle of the sphincter,
it's up to you.

You. You're not you.

So who are you?

An imposter?

Who's in these photos?
This your husband?

- Yes, my husband.
Yes, the other photo is me.

Where are you going with my photos?
- Not to eat them. It's funny, eh?

Serge's eyes;
they're not his father's.

Nor yours.

While Cyril is the
spitting image of your husband.

- Well, he takes after his uncle.
- His uncle?

Or was it his mother's mailman?

Because mom for sure, dad, maybe--
and knock-knock-knock: it's the mailman!

And presto!

He has a 'registered letter' with a baby,
and presto-- Cyril is born.

- I will not allow this.
My husband was a faithful man.

Faithful? Who's faithful to him?

Not you, that's for sure.

Not ultimately.

A girl who gets cast off like that.

You. You're the queen mother.

That's why you
kept the little bastard away--

from your castle, from
your kingdom, from your village.

Not from the funeral though.

Because the funeral of
the little bastard was-- THPPT

--"first class," eh?

'Appearances above all' around here.
- I have two sons?

It's a soap opera!

Although not very serious.

- He's credible, perhaps,
with his face there.

1. He doesn't look like his father.

2. You didn't want to divorce.

3. He's nothing like
Serge when he was little, and

4. If you have a passenger,
who's the driver?

Frankly, you have to
be stupid not to know, eh? Or--

you don't have to be aware of the accident.

That's all I can tell you.

That Serge isn't Serge.
That's what Cyril knew.

He knew. It's multiple choice.
- You're wasting so much time!

I have all the time in the world!

Because you don't want a formal DNA test.

Admit it or not, he's not his brother.

It's another multiple choice.

So according to you,

Cyril would have been
the true heir to the sawmill.

And we would kill him for that?

- Hey, you'd make a good cop.

God protect us.

But how could an imposter
have deceived his mother?

- Oh, but you wouldn't be deceived,

You, not understand?

Fool a woman like you?

Unless it suited you;

because it helps everyone.

The sawmill doesn't close.

Protect everyone's jobs.

Everybody wins.

Plus, the late bastard's avatar
is nicer, right?

It's a "win-win."

But there's a catch:

you have to keep your big mouth shut,

with or without teeth.

So, Saint Omerta.*

Let us pray. For our souls.

- What do I get?
Days of endless hassles?

- Ah.

What does he gain from DASS?*

He gains a family. A good family!

So, the class turncoat is happy!

And to take the cake, he gains a love--

the pretty little Julia.

You knew he went
so far as to accuse himself

of doing the stupid
things the real Serge did.

All this to take me for a ride.
That's bravery.

- It's like a Greek tragedy.
- Yeah.

It's true, he doesn't lack bravery.

He's more than the real Serge, eh?

Right, Mr. David?

'David,' isn't that the name
of the friend you made in Guyana?

You're blowing a lot of hot air.

You're not funny anymore.

- Doesn't matter.
Know what we're going to do?

We're going to do a DNA test,

comparing the two of you,
and it'll be the start of a good laugh.

- Here is my son's adoption file.

This is why there was no match, take care

not to damage our
fine name with your stupid case.

It's a good ending.

A crock! Who's a crock?

You poured cold water
on my suspicions and, well, failed,

because I caught the fake Serge.

- You've had too much coffee, Captain.

- I swallow what I want,

and certainly not my pride.

You knew he was a fake Serge.

- Did you know the full truth?
- Eh, I knew.

I like it, you're 'infected,' in full delirium.

but if I had something like that,

I would've destroyed the
one who stole Julia from me.

Oh! That's your backstory,
handsome helper/White Knight!

- It will be Lucie's word against yours.

He's her son in the Civil List.

I'll get you information
about Serge's adoption.

- 'Adoption'? What adoption?

- Don't worry, 'Dr. Mabuse.'*
* 1920s MOVIE VILLAIN

- What's the story?
- In any case, there are rules.

Lucie tested sterile.

So the Duprats adopted
without telling anyone.

Not even Serge.

I have a cousin the company
hired to speed up the process.

That's it. Nothing too serious.
- Well, yeah it's serious!

Because if you had told the truth
there would have been one less death.

Oh yeah!

Cheers, everyone.

What is it, doctor? Woo-hoo!

You look like you saw a ghost.
Cyril's, perhaps?

- No! Everything's fine, just a little tired.

I'm afraid we'll have
to chat next time, Captain.

Goodbye, Captain.

- She knows she's stuck. We remain calm.

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h- Yeah!

She's not the type
who will hang on until the end.

If it goes wrong, I'll say it was rigged;

'abusing the weak
and elderly'-- don't worry.

- Because I look weak?

No, but... I can't bear
all of this falling on you.

For the first time, I thought I-

I feel like I have a real family of my own.

I know it isn't real.

- No. I gained a son.

And Marleau is right about one thing:

you are better than Serge.

- Don't say that.
- Listen, if you agree,

I would really like
to adopt you as 'David.'

That way there would be more ambiguity!

I understand!

It isn't pretty.

But promise me you'll think about it.

- My mind's made up.

No more lies.
Everyone must know.

Okay?

You heard a lot of bad things about Serge.

The kid from Guyana became a good guy.

If that trash hadn't caught on,

he'd have taken it
from Cyril, that’s for sure.

You know how to run this machine?

How come?

- It was my dad's machine.

I spent a lot of time
here while he operated it.

- It's actually you who runs the factory.

You should be the boss.

- You came to discuss
the org chart with me, Captain?

- I came to change my bandage.
Is there an infirmary?

- No. Well, Marc's office
is right next door.

- Oh, Dr. Thing, right?

He's so nice, that doctor!

And doesn't hold it against
the guy his ex went with,

or his factory-- it's crazy, eh?

- No, he's not that way.
He's a true friend.

You know, when we took over the factory
we were short on funds for some bills,

we nearly declared bankruptcy.

He saved us by advancing us money.

- He must be loaded, he work
in the private sector, or what?

- No, he has a small family forest plot.

He was paid back quickly.

He's got a bag of dough,
the ex is some guy--

even if he's innocent! Yeah...

Oh yeah, I didn't mention?

I'm sure David is innocent.

- But- wait, who's David?
- Well, it's Serge!

In fact, not Serge,

because there's death,
and then there's 'death.'

He's from Antibes* or some place.

Yes, they staged a mix-up,

so that the sawmill and
everything would stay in the family.

- It's not possible. That bastard...

- No, not a bastard, he's an orphan.

He did it to be a friend, and that's it.

Well, at the beginning he felt
like he was in prison,

dealing with all this heritage.
But then, well,

he met the fruit of the land.
So he stayed.

He learned to fit in here
and do good, of course,

and then couldn't
tell you truth, that's all.

- No. He's a coward.

700 people are furious with him.

- He did this for a
girl is what happened.

- He didn't come for me, he came for...
- For what? Your gastric problem?

You're knocked up too?

It's not possible!
It's a pandemic or something!

You don't start complaining either, okay?

- Cool, who's the father?
It's not Serge, it's David.

What do you want?
It's Serge, not David.

You didn't know Serge.
You gonna let him go?

He doesn't get even a small chance?
- Hmmph.

You're not an ordinary Gendarme, eh?

- You've got to appeal to the audience.

You aren't a volunteer
firefighter too, are you?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah?

Is Cyril the only one who

could have just told what he'd
learned about Serge, like you?

If I'm following you,
I could've killed Cyril

to save the Serge I knew, right?
- Mm-hmm.

- A nice theory. But
you're missing a motive.

Motives aren't complicated,

it's either ass or money.

'Ass'!

What they call 'always intoxicating.'

- Yeah, but I would have
killed him directly, it’s much simpler.

- Yeah...

yeah, no-- because
the more stupid the love,

the stupider it is,
and then for me it's logical.

If you killed Serge,
who's going to be unhappy?

'But Miss Julia, are you all
ready to be happy, Miss Julia?'

Your story is a little twisted.

- Yeah, that's true.
You see BS like that in movies.

- Is there proof of what you're saying?
-Proof?

It won't be complicated to find.

Well... I'm going to see Julia.

we'll see what she thinks about all this.
- Wait!

- Why, change your mind?

- You win.

It was me who killed him.

- What's going on?
You're holding me up.

If Serge hadn't shown up
before it all burned down,

it would've been like
cutting out an illness.

I really screwed this one up completely.

Maybe it's not hard to believe you.

Well, come sign a confession-
- No, no!

- Do you know how I did it?
- No, why?

This is what I used on him.

Uhhh!

♪ "I want to get high..." ♪

- Foster family homes are hell.

At 18 I was in Guyana.

I met Serge.

We became inseparable.

He didn't know why
he felt like an orphan too.

- Actually, you're like Cyril.

Tradition-- I'm a Duprat.

When his father died,

he wanted to take on
the sawmill for his mother.

But...

he got sick.

When he learned he wouldn't make it,

he begged me... to take his place.

We looked somewhat alike
so, you see, I took his passport.

- And Lucie accepted you?
- "Oh, yeah."

I think he spoke well of me in his letters,

and, well, she said okay.

It's not far.
You'll see, you'll love it.

It's called Devil's Lake.
The water is very nice.

- It's all confusing in my head.
- No it's more confusing in mine.

That should be enough
for us to get by, right?

Yes?

- This is Quartermaster Tauzin.

I got a strange call from Capt. Marleau.

She's being taken to
a place called Devil's Lake

Do you know it?

- Yes, it's the name foresters
gave to a body of water,

because the currents suck you in.

- OK, where is it? I'm sidelined,
but I'm sending a team.

I think Marleau's in danger.

- Uh, getting there is complicated.

I'll get there before
them, I'm leaving now.

Come on, I don't have all day.

The queen!

She is the queen of May!

- Lots of tourist accidents
around here every year.

You're one more.

- Hey, autopsy!
They'll see I've got drugs in me.

- No. I thought of that,
this drug dissipates very quickly.

Yeah, but Tauzin! She'll save me!

One cop/all cops!
You're screwed, doc!

- They'll be searching a long time.

And busy with Valas,
with you out of the investigation.

Julia has left Serge,
I'll try my luck.

- You wait-- expect the worse!

Come on,
we have to help Marleau!

Julia?

- Your wish will never come true!

You're fine. Let's get you out.

There.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

- Oh! Oh, you... I could kiss you.

You're right.
I won't say what year it was.

- Town hall will always be
a place we love, it brings good luck.

- The wedding. They're arriving.

- Where's the future groom? Ah...
- Here, Marleau!

- She comes in\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h
for a landing!\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

- Ah!

- Mayor.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

- There. You\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h
happy with the\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

wedding present\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h
I gave you?\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h- Well, it's better
\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hthan prison, right?

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h- Hup! Yeah.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h- Ooooh!

This is \h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h
good stuff!\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

See, in 150 years you won't
have ?????eyes, you'll have one of these.

- How do I thank you?
- Well, you and your wife already have.

Give us a little kiss!

Ow! Nuptial harassment!
Hey, you stay safe.

- Majesty. You are majestic.

I've found what I dreamed of in marriage.
- Of course.

- Well... will you marry me?

- But we work better as friends.

- "Nobody's perfect."

By the powers conferred on me,

on this beautiful evening,

in this sawmill which
is so important to us,

and which still has great
happiness in store for us-

- Luc? Uh...
- Yes, right, fine--

I declare you husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride.

Hey, let's go to the party
and photos over there! Go on!

- Serge? Oh- David!

I'm so glad you're you!

Well-- not him.

- I'm glad you're joining
our lumberjack team.

And... don't think too badly of Serge, eh?

This is happening
because of what he did.

- You’d rather fall than crash into me.