All language subtitles for Art of Crime S05E02 Le code Delacroix.en

So, who can tell me
about the July Revolution?

-Do you remember the date?
-1789?

No, that's the French Revolution.

Everyone makes mistakes.

The July Revolution was much later.

Well?

Ask Simon!

Just press the button.
He remembers everything!

Simon the robot!

He's got a hard drive
instead of a brain.

Quiet, please.

Simon, I think we're going to need
your help again.

Do you remember the date
of the July Revolution?

July 27th, 28th, and 29th, 1830.

Charles X and the ultra-royalists
were overthrown.

The liberals brought Louis-Philippe
to power. That was the July Monarchy.

Thank you, Simon.

Delacroix believed in liberty.
That's why he painted this woman,

which represents
Liberty Leading the People.

The people overthrew the king, who
wanted to reinstate the Old Regime.

Do you understand?

Take notes.

Stop throwing paper!
You think I don't see?

-Miss?
-Yes?

Can I go to the bathroom?

Be quick.

What'd I say? That's enough!

Were you followed.

No, I was careful.

It's all here.

-What are you doing?
-What's this?

They're just drawings.

You were gonna betray me?

No!

What's the idea?

I can explain.

THE ART OF CRIME

Yes, Juliette. Hang on. Call me back.
We need to talk.

You can just leave
without saying a word!

The kids want to know where you are
and why we're not marrying

and I don't know what to tell them.

Call me back, please.

Did you get the surveillance footage
I sent you?

Yeah, I saw it. Heard from Juliette?

No. Anyway, this is the victim,

a few minutes before he died.
What's odd

is that he stands here for ages
before going to the bathroom.

Yes, that is odd.

Still,

I can see why he'd look
at a Delacroix: it's famous.

It's romanticism par excellence.

He's the painter of intense passion,

emotions, suffering, drama...

Wait, stop.

I can't believe you.

Why?

Romance, passion, all that...

-Oh, no!
-You're rubbing salt in the wound!

I'm sorry.
I wasn't thinking about Juliette.

I meant passion in general.

Delacroix gets me carried away.

It's so tragic.

I think I'm going to like
this Delacroix.

Captain, wait!

This is going to be cathartic.

LOUVRE MUSEUM

Lucas Brochand, 40.

He was an IT engineer.

No criminal record,
unmarried, no children.

-Did he have a cell phone?
-Not on him, anyway.

Just his wallet.

He was shot twice in the stomach
with a 9mm, and once in the heart.

-There's no camera here?
-Only in the hallway.

I got the footage.

The killer was wearing a hat.
We can't identify him.

That's his accomplice.

She's got a gun in the tray.

We ran facial recognition
on the woman,

but she's not in our database.

Where's the kid? Can we see him?

His teacher just got here.

This way.

We work with kids
from troubled backgrounds.

Thank you.

Usually, their parents
can't take care of them.

How long has he been with you?

Almost a year.

Simon is a very, very sensitive boy.

He has an unusual memory.

What do you mean?

-He has hyperthymesia.
-Oh?

He recalls everything:
words, sounds, images...

Even things he'd rather forget.

It's harder to deal with
than you'd think.

The other kids
tease him about it constantly.

Thank you.

Hi, Simon.

How are you?

So the killer said the other guy
had betrayed him?

Yeah.

So the victim gave him something
you couldn't see,

and then the other man shot him
and left with the drawings, right?

What did the drawings look like,
Simon?

They looked like copies
of paintings, but without color.

It was these two.
That one and that one.

Liberty Leading the People
and the Barque of Dante.

There was one more.

It's a portrait of a woman sleeping.

I didn't recognize it.

A woman sleeping?

Is it this?

It's Mary Magdalene in the Desert.
It's another Delacroix.

Do you remember if the killer said
anything else about them?

No.

He was angry, and...

Simon? Are you all right?

It was an envelope.

What?

That's what he gave the killer.

A big brown envelope.

The drawings were inside.

Something was printed on it.

I didn't see all the letters.

But it started with a D, and a P.

That's all I saw.

Do you recognize this woman?

Not at all.

OK. Thank you, Simon.

Your teacher's going to take you
home, OK?

I don't have a home.

I'm sorry. I mean, to the hostel.

Here, take your stuff.

Here's my card.

If you remember anything else,

call me anytime, OK?

OK?

I think D is for Delacroix.

I'm sure it's related
to the drawings.

I have no idea.

We need to figure out
what was in the envelope.

-Captain!
-Yeah?

We found this in the victim's things.

Lucas Brochand.

We don't know who she is.

Let me see?

I know her!

What?

She's a curator at the museum.

-Here?
-Yeah!

Lucas and I were together
for nearly eight months.

He was supposed to move in with me.

Ms. Fabre, Mr. Brochand
had a meeting at the Louvre

to hand over an envelope.

Did he mention that to you?

No.

Lucas only came here to say

he was going to look
at some paintings.

He kissed me, and...

Alice...

Did he have a box of drawings
with him?

Yes.

He comes here to copy paintings.

You mean the Delacroix copies
in the box

were done by him?

He started drawing again when we met.

Can you tell us exactly
what your friend did

in IT?

He did security
for art-gallery websites.

That's how we met.

Did anything about his behavior
change

these past few days?

Did anything seem unusual?

He bought a disposable cell phone.
A burner phone.

-The kind you buy in a bodega.
-Right.

And he told me

he didn't want to give his number
to this hysterical client

who kept calling him.

Five phones were purchased
at that bodega the same day.

If we identify Brochand's,

with any luck,
we'll be able to locate him.

Well done, Adele.

Seems like someone's
settling a score.

We need to know

what Brochand was sending
in that envelope.

What about the box?

The killer probably tried to take it.

His prints were on it.

I don't believe that.

I'm sorry. It doesn't add up.

Why not?

Just before he was killed,

Brochand stands in front
of these paintings.

We don't know what he's doing.
OK, he's looking at the painting.

But look. He gestures with his hand.

I don't understand that.

I think we're missing something here.

JULIETTE: CAN WE MEET?

You all right?

She wants to meet.

That's progress.

Sorry. What...

What were you saying?

We have a situation
where there's only unknowns.

We have three "X"s, as it were.

What Brochand had in the box...

You can't leave like this.

We've barely talked!

It's a bit late for that.

-Stop, please...
-Stop!

I can't get married
because it's better than nothing, OK?

I don't want to have any doubts.

-Understand?
-Wait.

Wait! What doubts?

What did I do?

I saw how you are with her!

-With who?
-Florence! Own up to it!

I saw how you looked at her

when that woman
pulled the gun on her,

the way you hugged her!

I was there!

We were on an op! OK?
She had a gun to her head!

What would you have had me to?
She's my partner!

For you, she's much more
than a partner!

That's crazy.

It's crazy?

Antoine, try to be honest
with yourself,

for once in your life!

You don't know what's in your heart!

The movers are coming by tomorrow
for the boxes.

Brochand looks at these paintings,

and a few minutes later, he's killed.

It can't be a coincidence.

These are the damned
in the river of hell,

attacking Virgil and Dante
in their barque.

Here, we have the victims of riots.

And here, we have Mary Magdalene,

atoning for her sins,
prepared to die.

Death, death...

I painted a lot of that.

Yeah. You could say

that violence haunts
nearly all of your paintings.

That's true.

Then again, as a child,

I nearly died, burned, drowned,
poisoned...

For starters.

When you were seven,
you lost your father.

Two years later, your brother
died in the Battle of Friedland.

A hero!

Yes, he died a hero,
but he still died.

When you were 16,
you buried your mother.

A tormented life.
Like the times I lived in.

Antoine, try to be honest
with yourself

for once in your life.

You don't even know
what's in your heart!

Here.

What did Juliette say?

Actually, we--

We don't have an ID
on Brochand's burner phone yet.

But Adele went through his computer.
There's absolutely nothing on it.

No files, no messages,
no photos, nothing.

No social media account.

He controlled anything
he might leave behind.

-Sounds like a trafficker.
-In my opinion,

he was doing more than just
IT security for art galleries.

I got the list of his clients.

We'll see if any have been involved

in art trafficking.

Isn't it weird
that a guy like Brochand

was dating a curator at the Louvre?
Just by chance?

It certainly is.

I was actually thinking you could

look at what she's been working on.
Discreetly.

As usual. I'll go see Hugo.

He works with her sometimes.

Great. Keep me updated.

-OK.
-Sounds good.

I'm going.

See you later!

-Ms. Chassagne?
-Yes?

Since we've known each other,
has there ever been a moment

when I looked at you
other than as a colleague?

Excuse me?

You agree that we're both
just partners, right?

I mean, in the sense of...

Well, no.

You did ask me
to be a witness at your wedding.

Right, sure, of course.

What I mean is...

Did I ever give you the impression
that...

that you and I...

Could you... be more precise?

I never gave you the impression
that... I was attracted to you?

We're on the same page, right?

We are.

Great.

We're just partners.

Do you realize?

I stew for two years,
I go through hell

waiting for him to look at me,

and he shows up with his guilty face

and asks me that?

And that's why Juliette dumped him?

That would explain it.

I wasn't imagining things!

Anyway, before he ever
realizes anything...

He's the champion of denial.

So if he does end up realizing that
he's crazy about you, like he said?

Oh, no! No, no way!
That's what you don't get!

He didn't say that.

And anyway, there's no chance
of that. This has been going on

for years. It's not about to change.
And if it did, for me, it's over.

I'm sick of it!

What?

Nothing. I'm just glad
to see you moving on.

OK, let's get back to business.

What do you want to know
about Alice Fabre?

Absolutely everything.

Her boyfriend is weird,
so we're investigating.

That's him? He got killed?

Yes. He stood for ten minutes
at Liberty Leading the People.

But why?

What?

-Liberty Leading the People.
-Yeah?

The painting is going to be moved
for an exhibit.

Hang on.

Liberty Leading the People,

The second-most-valuable piece
in the Louvre after the Mona Lisa,

will be moved?

It's top secret.

But Alice is in charge of transport.

It's her operation.

No way.

The painting's going to be moved
to Japan?

Yes. It's an exchange.

Give me a second.
I want to Alex to hear this.

-Alex!
-OK, speak up.

I can't hear you very well.

The painting's going to be moved
to Japan.

Go on, Ms. Chassagne.

Japan is going

to lend us some masterpieces
of Buddhist statuary.

In exchange, we're lending them
the painting.

That must demand
some serious logistics.

For a painting that valuable,
it will all be under surveillance.

The date, the flight plan...

And what? Brochand got that info?

-You think that was in the envelope?
-That's exactly what I think.

Look at the envelope.

D and P. That's what Simon said.

"Department of Louvre Paintings."
Where Alice Fabre works.

She lied to us.

Seems so.

I don't know what Brochand was doing

at that painting
before he was killed,

but I'm convinced

he knew it would be stolen.

It's one of the most valuable
paintings in the world.

-It's the heist of the century!
-Come back here.

We're going to turn up the heat
on Alice Fabre.

I'll be there in fifteen.

Have a seat.

He couldn't know about that!
I never mentioned it to him.

It's confidential.

When will the painting be moved?

In eight days.

I have to let my higher-ups know.

-We have to call it off.
-Don't worry. We'll take care of it.

Did you know Brochand had stopped
working at art galleries 5 years ago?

What?

He must have been doing it
eight months ago,

that's how I met him.

At a private showing.

And the exchange with Japan
was already planned?

What do you mean?

That Lucas didn't meet me by chance?

That he chose me
because I was on the project?

I'm sorry, Alice,
but I don't see another explanation.

That's impossible.

I swear!

Did you know
that he was an encryption specialist?

Not really, but...

Encryption secures information
for banks, for industry...

But also for criminal networks

trying to evade the police.

Do you see what I mean?

Lucas was working for criminals?

It's very likely.

Maybe you could help us
find this organization?

Me?

You were together eight months.

So either he got a head start

stealing your documents,

or he wanted to recruit you.

To have someone

inside the Louvre

would be very useful.

I swear, I had no idea about this.

I loved Lucas.

He was great with me.

Can I talk to you?

Yeah.

What's up?

Adele located
Brochand's burner phone.

Great.

She found it in a locker
in a Louvre dressing room.

Let me see.

-What's on it?
-Nothing.

Not one call.

But there is a number saved. Look.

That's my phone number!

Usually, when you put a number in,
you're going to use it.

Maybe he wanted to warn you.

If he hid the phone at the Louvre,

he wanted to call you
after delivering the envelope.

But he was killed first.

Then what about Alice Fabre?

Were you going to be personally
involved in the transport

and be on the plane?

Yes, with the two security guards.

I was meant to be with the painting.

I was responsible for ensuring

the conditions on the plane:
temperature and pressure.

Was any layover planned?

Yes, but it was confidential.

Only three people knew about it.

That would be the best time
to steal the painting.

Hi. Who are you?

Engine check.

But for a painting worth
hundreds of millions,

they wouldn't mind the details.

You could have identified them.

They'd have killed the guards
and you.

Brochand was trying
to save your life.

He wanted to let us know
so that we'd call it off.

But then, why did he steal
my documents?

If he hadn't,
he'd have exposed himself.

I should have realized.

When he told me at the Louvre
how much I meant to him,

I should have realized
something was wrong.

We saw one of his
favorite Delacroixs:

Orphan Girl at the Cemetery.

But he'd never looked
at that painting

the way he did that day.

Then, he asked me

to take a photo of him
holding my daughter.

Can I see your phone?

Orphan Girl at the Cemetery...

Lucas didn't want your daughter
to be orphaned because of him.

He might have seduced you at first
to manipulate you,

but then he changed.

He really loved you.

And I didn't see a thing.

He was trapped, Ms. Fabre.

Even if you had known,
you couldn't have helped him.

You couldn't have.

Thank you.

So, what did you want to show me?

I knew I should have gone through
this stuff.

Looks like it.

Here! Look what I got yesterday.
Anonymous sender.

-OK.
-Orphan Girl at the Cemetery.

Yes, I know.

How could I not remember that?

It's one of Brochand's favorites,

and as if by chance, I get it the day
he's meant to call you

on his burner phone.

Give me a second.

OK.

MASTERPIECES OF ROMANTICISM

Bingo!

There are no romanticism exhibits

in Aix-en-Provence right now.

So Brochand sent you

a fake invitation?

Why?

I don't know.

There's a link to a website here.

www.expositionromantismeaep.fr

Hang on! I'm only on the first W.
w-w-w...

-Expositionromantismeaep.fr.
-Aep.fr.

OK. The guy was a cryptographer?

-Yes.
-His job

is to encrypt data.

So there's a hidden message?

Maybe.
It's worth checking out, right?

I'll send it to the IT department.

OK.

Let me do it.
I have to log in to my email.

OK.

IT department...

-Here. Here.
-Hang on.

Sorry! Sorry!

No, you took it out.

It takes ages to get out of here.

If you look at every painting,
we'll never leave.

I don't get it.

What?

The gesture.

Why did Brochand do this?

Stop worrying about that.

Given what he was about to do,

it's not strange
that he stood here awhile.

-He did this. OK.
-Yes, OK.

But I watched that video
over and over.

I keep watching it
because I just don't get it.

Look. The first time,

he does it in front of
Liberty Leading the People.

Then he does it again.

Let me zoom ahead.

He does it again in front of
The Barque of Dante.

But the Barque of Dante
wasn't going to be lent to Japan.

OK?

So the Barque of Dante
has nothing to do

with the theft
of Liberty Leading the People.

So why is Brochand doing this?

Isn't that strange?

Captain?

Captain!

Captain!

So, elevated heart rate,
difficulty breathing...

Did you have any hallucinations?

No. No.

Well, you check all the boxes.

What? What boxes?

The Louvre calls me frequently
for this kind of thing.

It's called "Stendhal syndrome."

Stendhal syndrome?

Excuse me,

with all due respect,

there's no way Captain Verlay
has Stendhal syndrome.

What's Stendhal syndrome?

It's like being intensely seized
by the meaning of an artwork.

Exactly.

It's when you have a physical
reaction, like fainting,

at the sight of intense beauty.

It's an aesthetic shock.

You're sensitive, right?

No! Well, yes. Yes and no.

It's hard to explain.

But no.

Captain Verlay
has zero artistic sensibility.

Not artistic, no.

Have you been through
any emotional shocks lately?

Yes. A breakup.
He was going to get married...

This is important.

He was at the church,
and his fiancée drove by.

Ms. Chassagne, you're not--

There you go. That's it.

You're emotionally fragile.
You're sensitive.

So you're seeing things
you otherwise wouldn't.

It's a textbook case.

Textbook?

Be careful. It's often a sign
of oncoming depression.

You should take some time off.
This is a note for three days.

I haven't taken time off in 15 years.

I'm not going to start now,

especially not
over some stupid fainting fit.

You think I'm the type
to have Stendhal syndrome?

No, I don't.

There you go! End of story,
thank you and goodnight!

-Captain.
-Let's drop it.

Is something wrong?

No, nothing's wrong.

You look a little peaky.

Have you heard from IT
and about the encrypted message?

-Yes.
-And?

There's nothing but the image.
No files attached, no links.

Let's try something.

To stop a message from being read,

you've got two options.

Either you encrypt it,
or you hide it in another document.

So does that mean

that the message
would be hidden in the painting?

Sure. Try clicking on it.

I don't know...

-Nothing's happening.
-Can I use your computer?

Go ahead.

We know this painting
fascinated Brochand.

It made him think
of Alice Fabre's death.

So there must be some connection
to death.

Here we have graves with crosses.

Maybe he put it there?

No.

Why are you over there?

I can see just fine from here.

There's the pain of the orphan.

Look. There's a tear here.

Oh my God.

This is what Brochand wanted
to send us.

He would have told you
how to open it.

Shit, it's encrypted.

The guy was totally paranoid.

Couldn't he just send us something
like a normal person?

He thought he was James Bond.

Or he knew he was being watched.

Hang on. There's another file.

"If you're reading this,
it means all hope is not lost."

"I want to report
the organization I work for."

"Over the past ten years,

"it has stolen more than 50
works of art around the world."

"It hasn't hesitated to kill.
"The names of those responsible

"and information about these crimes
are contained in the attached file.

"I am prepared to give you
the code to decrypt it

"and to answer for my actions
in court.

"In exchange, I demand
recognition of reformed character

"to protect my partner
and her daughter."

"You have 24 hours
to reply by email."

He was going to give us the biggest
art-trafficking network in France!

He wanted to repent.

He knew that if he didn't,

Alice would never love him again.

Because it was this close--

Ms. Chassagne, the important thing

right now is to figure out
how to decrypt this file.

-Yeah.
-OK?

I'll send it to IT.

-OK.
-Excuse me,

by psychology matters.

It's like profilers!

OK. Do we have the list
of art galleries

Brochand worked for?

Here. But none of them
were found guilty of trafficking.

That doesn't mean
they're not hiding a network.

I know who to show this to.

Lieutenant Attias?

-Good night.
-Mom?

Why are you calling me
from a hidden number?

I'm still at work. Stop calling me!

You're embarrassing me!

OK. See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Captain?

Yes?

Get some rest.

Don't worry.

Bring it down.

I want it to resonate
with the gray painting.

I think if everything
is in line with these three,

the public will see--

Excuse me. Yeah. Sorry, I'm busy.

I'll call you later.

Hey, Victor.

Alex? Alex!

What are you doing here?

You're quitting the police
to come work with me?

Not quite yet.

My NYC gallery needs a new director.

I'm waiting for you
to come back to the OCBC first.

You kidding?

You were too good a cop.
It hurt my ego.

-Mathilde!
-What?

Alex?!

I'll be right back.

-Hey.
-How are you?

Good, and you?

I'm great.

It's been so long.

Tell her I was a bad cop.

I won't lie.

He's a better dealer than a cop.

If you had listened to me,
I thought you'd have liked it.

It wasn't my thing.

Can we talk?

I've got stuff to do.
I'll leave you two.

-See you.
-See you.

-My office?
-Yeah.

You wear ties now?

Yep! Director.

It's a Paul Klee.

You still like the '20s?

I do.

So. Lucas Brochand.
I knew I'd kept his card.

He was going around
all the galleries.

But that was seven years ago.

This is a list of galleries
that he worked for.

You know, Alex. Traffickers
don't shout it from the rooftops

when they launder their money.

We only notice
when they overpay for art.

-I'm sorry.
-That's all right.

Plus, those galleries

change their names all the time.

But one thing doesn't change:

the faces of the guys
in the auction rooms.

I could get some photos.

Really?

-I'll come by?
-Please do.

It'll be like old times!

Sounds good.

Come in!

Hi.

You're still here?

I found this.
I didn't know what to do with it.

A gift basket?

Yeah.

Stendhal... Jesus Christ.

It was bad enough
with the Red and the Black.

I almost flunked English
because of that.

Come on, Verlay!

"Stendhal syndrome."

Here we go.

"Stendhal Syndrome:
all roads lead to Florence."

What?

She's much more
than just a partner to you!

"Stendhal who described
his experience with the phenomenon

"during his 1817 visit to Florence."

Maybe he's developed
an artistic eye thanks to you?

"Verlay" and "artistic eye"
is a contradiction in terms.

No, I think he just had
a fainting spell.

It was no joke.

Still, after what he's been through,
honestly, it's not surprising.

When you left me,

I couldn't look
at romantic paintings.

It wasn't easy.

If you work at the Louvre,
it makes for some big detours.

What?

Nothing.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I'm happy that you've moved on
from your captain.

Stop!

Sorry.

Wait.

I'll put this in evidence.

Sounds good.

-You're not checking them?
-I trust you.

Put them in evidence.

And close it up!
Why are you moving it around open?

To show it to you.

Good idea, but no.

I brought pastries.

What's wrong?

Nothing. I'm great.

You look different.

Oh?

-Yeah.
-No.

-Adele, come here.
-Yeah?

Don't you think Ms. Chassagne
looks different?

Yeah. You look happy!

-Happy?
-That's it.

No, I mean...

So, Adele, any news from IT?

Yeah, they just sent me an email.

They can't crack the code.

They need a more powerful computer.

OK. Simon's here.

I called him back in.

Thanks, Adele.

I want to show him something.

-Hello!
-Simon...

Take your time. Look closely.

I need you to tell me
if you recognize anyone.

If it could be the man
you saw in the bathroom.

Why do you think it's them?

All these men own art galleries.

We think the man who was killed
worked for one of the galleries.

What I need you to do right now
is tell me if you recognize anyone.

-OK? It's important.
-Yeah.

OK.

No. No.

Look closely.

I only saw him from behind.

I know, but maybe

there's a little detail

that might remind you.

Sorry, it's not as glamorous here
as your gallery.

You should ask your mother
to come decorate.

This is for you.

To celebrate our renewed connection.

Numbered and signed.

A real Paul Klee!

Victor, you know I can't accept it.

Don't complicate things.

It's just a lithograph.
That's not corruption.

It's beautiful. Thank you, Victor.

I'm really touched.

I was thinking...

Are you sure you don't want
to work with me?

You've been doing this job
for 20 years!

Look at your face!
You're the same color as the walls.

You're the real art nut.

You know, I do enjoy locking up folks

who vandalize my idea of art.

And this time, you can help me.

Let's go to it.

No...

What if I showed you paintings?

The paintings that were in
the box of drawings.

Maybe it'll help you remember.

It was like this.

Like this?

OK.

There was a watch!

A big gold watch with a red band.

OK. Do you remember the brand?

It was hidden.

Hang on!

I heard a noise.
Right before the box fell.

You need to be sure, Simon.

We didn't find anything there.

Are you positive?

Yeah! It was a noise
like plastic breaking.

It wasn't far, maybe...

Maybe in another stall.

That's great.

Are you OK, Simon?

I'm tired.
I've got too much stuff in my head.

I understand.

Do you a hot chocolate?

There's a new vending machine.

They have different kinds
of hot chocolate.

They have whipped cream, too.

Sorry I couldn't be of much help.

No worries. Thanks.

Want to meet later?

Sure!

This one is really good.
But there's no more sprinkles.

Here you go, big guy!

Oh...

Thanks.

It's him?

Hang on. Would an ex-cop,
an art dealer everyone knows,

would he do this?

I have no idea.

He always loved money, but this...

The kid saw the watch
for half a second,

so if we arrest Chinsky,
his attorney will walk

all over us!

And we'd be putting the kid
in danger.

No. We can't take the risk.

We have to find more.

I'll ask Adele for his phone records
and bank statements.

I'm going to file a request
for a wiretap.

He doesn't know
we canceled the transport yet.

-He might give himself away.
-Yeah.

The kid told us we might have missed
something at the scene.

He thinks he heard something fall,

like something plastic breaking.

-We'll check it out.
-OK.

Let's do this.

CASE FILE

-Need help?
-I think there's something in here.

You look a little...

-Let me hold the flashlight.
-Thanks.

Sorry!

There's something back here.

I think there's more.

What is this?

Thanks.

I don't see how this helps.

It could be anything!

A battery, anything.

But maybe Chinsky's prints are on it.

What's wrong?

Is there another route we could take?

Don't tell me... Stendhal syndrome?

With a statue?

OK, come on. We'll go another way.
Stand up.

-Look at me.
-OK.

There.

I thought you were better,

that it was nothing!

Maybe I was wrong. I don't know.

OK, but if it gets worse,
how are you going to work

with artwork anymore?
Don't you want to see a specialist?

So they can say
what the other lady said?

No thanks.

That my breakup
is making me perceive things

I didn't see before?

No, the less I think about it,
the better I feel.

With all this crap,

I even thought it was about you!

About me? Why?

Because art and everything,

it's your thing, and...

And what?

Well...

I got really twisted around
up here, OK?

I thought that Stendhal

was in love
with a woman named Florence,

like you,

and that's what messed him up.

But actually, it was the city!

It's... It's silly...

What are you going to do?

Grin and bear it for a few weeks,

and it'll pass.

Stendhal will stop busting my balls!

Stendhal syndrome is a manifestation
of his desire for you.

What?

He's trying to find
a path to his conscience.

-No, I completely disagree!
-I don't think it's up to you

-to say!
-Of course it is!

He's been putting me through hell
for years!

His repressed desire for me,

he can shove it!

Plus, I've moved on.

To Hugo.

Yes. You get it.

What do I do so that
his desire never ever finds

a path to his conscience?

Oh, I know, you're just a therapist,
you're not here

to give me advice,

but honestly,
this is an exceptional case!

Usually, crises

make people realize things.

So no crisis, no realization?

Sort of.

Great! That wasn't so hard.
I think we're done here.

-How are you?
-Good.

-You seem distracted.
-No.

I was just admiring
what Victor has been able to buy.

He's really done well!

What's his secret?

His secret?

You know his secret.

He always gets what he wants.

Are you happy with him?

Do you mean,
more than I was with you?

No.

Just happy.

Why shouldn't I be?

Did you know Lucas Brochand?

Not really.
Victor had met him, I think.

He was shot three times

because he was going to report
a theft and a trafficking network.

Mathilde, if you know anything,
tell me.

Seeing you two talking,

I feel 20 years younger!

So, did you convince him
to come work with us?

Not yet. I think Alex
still likes his job too much.

What were you discussing?

Our dreams from 20 years ago.

Do you know I knew Stendhal well?

Yes, I know.

We agreed on one thing, at least.

Art without passion is worthless.

Romanticism is all well and good,
but your heart racing,

tachycardia and all that,

some days it's just too much!

Yes, it's true that love
wasn't all that good for him.

Sorry, but it's not like
you had much experience.

The only woman you lived with

was your housekeeper,

so...

Yes, but I was always careful
not to live with the women

I loved.

Why? You were afraid of heartbreak?

Or you were worried
that it'd prevent you from painting?

No. Let's just say that for me,

lovers are like
two complementary colors.

They destroy each other
if they mix too much.

It's better to separate them
if you want them to exist.

Color...

That's what your painting is about!

That's what you were after
your entire life!

-Antoine!
-Yeah?

This just came from the lab.

-And?
-Chinsky's prints aren't on it.

Just Brochand's.

Shit.

What do you think it is?

Captain! Chief!

I think I know how to break the code!

Do you remember

what Brochand was doing
in front of the painting?

Yes.

You know what he had in his hand?
A colorimeter!

That's the broken plastic object
we found in the bathroom!

Of course!

What is it?

It's used to identify
each color using a code,

so you can reproduce it.

At the Louvre, they use them
to measure the paintings.

Exactly.

Leftover from school...

Let's do a demonstration.

This is a colorimeter.
It's my colorimeter, OK?

I-- Excuse me.

I need this, for the color.

I point the colorimeter
at the color, and press here...

And it says B9.49.43. See?

That stands for a color.

There's a code for each color.

So right before he was killed,

he was measuring the colors
of paintings?

Exactly!

But why would he do that?

He was recording the codes
to send you.

OK, but how?

I just explained it, Captain.

OK, but sorry, I didn't follow.

-Are you OK?
-Yeah.

No problem! Let me start over.

For every color, there's a code.

For example, this folder.

See this red? OK.

B5.43.26.

That's the code for this red.

No, let's look at this folder,
which is another red.

I use the colorimeter...

B0.41.39. That's another code.

Every shade has a different code.

Get it?

So the encryption key
is a series of these codes.

Exactly!

So to get the code,

we need to measure colors
from the paintings?

Yes.

But the colorimeter is here.

It's broken.

So how do we get the codes?

We need two things.

One, we need to be
at the real painting,

and two, we need to point
the colorimeter at the particular

points Brochand chose.

I don't see how we can do that.

We're not in his head.

No, but I think I know
where he wrote it down.

Look.

Before he took measurements,
he looked at his drawings.

I'm sure the points are noted somehow

on the drawing.

How many drawings are there?

-Three.
-Three! Three drawings.

Three points.
Three pieces of the key.

But we don't have the drawings.

No.

But we have someone
who might be able to remember them.

LOUVRE MUSEUM

Don't look...

You might remember something

when we get to the paintings.

He doesn't like paintings?

I'll explain later.

-You OK, Captain?
-Yeah.

-Look at the floor.
-I can't any more than I am!

The Mona Lisa!

Yes, Simon, but--

Ms. Chassagne!

I need you to stay with me.

If you don't guide me, I can't--

Of course. Sorry.

I'm here.

Look at the floor.

-Why aren't you looking?
-Because... He doesn't want to!

Because... I think it's ugly!

There you go.

You must like it, but I don't!
To each his own!

You're allowed not to like it.

OK.

Antoine, we're ready with Adele.

Wait.

Captain, look down, please.

I am! My neck is killing me, too.

-I'm sorry, I don't see anything.
-Are you sure?

Is there a mark, a cross,

a point, anything?

No.

OK, we tried. Let's go!

-Wait!
-What?

Got something?

-Hang on, Alex.
-Go ahead.

The red scarf.

On the drawing, there was the hat,
but no scarf.

There was the hat, but no scarf.

It could be like
"spot the differences."

Don't move.

It's like playing
spot the difference.

In the middle...

C1.54.38, repeat, C1.54.38.

C1.54.38.

How's that?

Yes! It's a progressive code!

We still can't read the document,

but that seems to be right.

There's a new spot open
for the second part.

-OK. Looks like it's working.
-Let's keep going.

We're going to the next painting.
Hang on.

Focus.

What's the difference

between the painting and drawing?

Hang on, Alex.

The kid, there! Gavroche!
His bag is missing!

Don't move.

Well?

D9.12.17, D9.12.17!

D9.12.17.

That's it!

We just need the last code.

Go to the Delacroix Museum
to get the third code!

OK. Oh, no, not another museum...

You'll wait outside.
You'll wait outside!

-I can't...
-Look down!

Come on!

If I have to look down,
don't leave me alone!

DELACROIX LIVED HERE
TILL THE END OF HIS LIFE

It's my mom. Can I answer?

Go ahead.

Meet me in the Delacroix room.
There's signs for it.

OK. Hello?

When do the welfare payments come?

I don't know.

I told you before!

Come on, think!

Why are you asking me?

Because you were there.

I don't know.

You're useless!

I'll figure it out.

-I'll let you know.
-OK.

-Be good.
-OK.

Everything OK?

She just wanted the welfare money,
as usual.

She doesn't care about me.

Yeah, Alex?

Do you have it?

Not yet, but they should be out soon.

You're not with them?

I am, I just stepped outside,

but I'm going back in...

Got it.

I know that lady.

What lady?

She was outside the bathroom

when the guy got killed.

On my signal, we run out to the left.

Go!

Simon!

Ms. Chassagne?

Chinsky's accomplice is here!

Come on! Hurry!

I'm coming!

Be quiet.

Shit...

-Careful!
-Go past me!

No!

Go! Go!

Come on!

Go!

Go right!

Go!

Come on!

Get in!

Get down!

Antoine?

Shots fired!

What? Who?

The lady who was at the Louvre
with Chinsky.

You OK?

Do you have the last code?

Hang on. Do you have it?

Yes! Hang on!

R9.29.33, R9.29.33.

OK!

Shit!

-Oh, shit...
-What?

That wasn't the last part.
There's at least one more code.

Another code? What is it?

That's impossible!

There were three drawings?

Yes!

Until we crack this code,
we're screwed.

And they know we need the kid.

I don't know how they knew
we were there,

but they knew!

She was waiting for us.

Alex, are you there?

Yes... Come back here.
We'll see what we can do.

Thanks, Adele.

Antoine... It's worse than I thought.
We need to get the kid to safety now.

Why? What's going on?

Chinsky bugged my office.

Shit!

I'll find you a safe house.
Let me call you back.

OK.

Alex? Yeah, we're her.

No... Don't worry.
I'll call you back.

They're here. Don't worry. Bye.

What is this place?

It was a nightclub
that went bankrupt.

We have a deal with the owner.

Get settled.

This is great, guys.

No problem. It's what we're here for.

I saw how you were with her.

I saw the way you looked at her.

Antoine, be honest!

Captain?

Yeah.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm going to lock the car.

OK.

What now?

We try again.

What the hell, Alex?

You're under arrest.

You'll be questioned

about the murder of Lucas Brochand.

-What?
-You arranged for a kid to be killed!

-What are you talking about?
-Fine, lie!

Alex, you know me!

No.

The guy I knew doesn't exist anymore.
Take him away.

Alex!

Try to remember

if anything was different.

If something that doesn't seem
important.

Go step by step.

I'm tired.

Please, Simon. We're almost there.

Focus. Make an effort.

-OK.
-Go ahead.

Relax. Everything's fine.

There was something here.
Drawn right on the box.

Really?

It wasn't complete.

What was it?

Like... branches... with leaves.

Branches with leaves... A tree!

Everything's set up.

I think we found a fourth painting.

We only have one piece of it:
branches and leaves.

OK. Can we find it?

We're going to have to go through
every Delacroix,

so it might take a while.

But yes, I think it's possible.

Chinsky's been arrested,
but until we find the girl,

the kid's at risk.

I know. I know.

I know you know.

But they'll do anything.

-Sir?
-Yes?

Who are you?

-Pierre Chassagne.
-Arms up.

But...

But...

-This is silly.
-Arms up!

I'm here to see my daughter.

ID?

Florence,
can you tell these gentlemen

that I rarely bring my bazooka.

It's procedure, Dad. Thank you.

Procedure...

-Did you bring them?
-Yes.

Every Delacroix painting
with trees and leaves.

Thank you so much.

The reproductions aren't very good.

Where will I have to come next time
to see you?

A maximum-security prison?

An underground base?
A nuclear submarine?

Dad, I'd really love it if...

Hugo's looking everywhere for you.

-Hugo?
-Yes, Hugo.

He seems much more worried than you.

Are you two close again?

No. Why do you ask?

I don't know.

He was talking about you
very... affectionately.

You've got nothing to tell me?

-Ms. Chassagne?
-Yes?

No, nothing for now,

but when I have, I'll tell you.

Max has to see you out.

It's too dangerous here.

That's it?

-This way, sir.
-OK.

Great.

-This one?
-No.

I love this one.

Lion Devouring a Rabbit. Look.

Nope.

No? Not in the back?

No.

OK. The Lion Hunt?

Nope.

Find anything?

No.

But given the number of paintings
he did with trees,

and branches, and leaves,
we're not out of the woods yet.

Captain! What a nice presentation!

What matters is how it tastes.

Simon! Silverware. It's not for pigs.

They don't care at the home.

Perhaps, but here,
you're going to eat properly.

You're not my parents!

Captain, stop that!

You tell him not to eat properly
then you throw bread at him?

Just some comic relief.

Sorry, but it's not working!

-Sure it is!
-No!

-Yes.
-You're setting a bad example.

He'll be eating with his hands

and starting food fights!

He knows better.

It's a bad example!

-He's not--
-OK.

I'm not a great teacher,

-but it seems--
-OK. OK.

Are you a couple?

No. Why?

You seem to get along well.

And all she does is take care of you.

-No, it's...
-That's because...

It's because...

It's because... I'm nice!

Yes, because you're nice.

You know, Simon,
sometimes, without realizing it,

you say things, and it's this close
to what you should have said.

What she means is, you're very good
at asking problematic questions.

That's what she means.

OK, but...
Are you dating, then, or not?

His lawyer called. He's on his way.

Great.

But I have some bad news.

What?

There's no prints on the bug.

We've got nothing but
the kid's statement about the watch.

We're screwed.

Chief? Mrs. Chinsky is here.

She's waiting for you.

Show her to my office.

OK.

She can still testify.

Victor says he was with you
when Brochand was killed.

Can you confirm that?

If he says so, it must be true.

Do you know he ordered the death
of a 14-year-old boy?

Do you want to be an accomplice
to that?

Don't ask me to do this, please.

I can't believe you still love him.

He's a trafficker, a thief,
a murderer.

He's changed so much.

He's becoming so hard.

Power and money...

drives people mad,
not just in Shakespeare.

Does he tell you about his dealing?

No, but I'm not blind.

I need your help, Mathilde.

If you testify, he won't have
any reason to kill the kid.

If I testify against him,
it's me he'll kill.

But we'll protect you!

He can't hurt you from prison.

You can't go on like this.

All you have to do

is go with me into that office
and give your statement.

OK?

Come on.

-Chief?
-Yeah?

This is Mr. Augier,
Chinsky's attorney.

He wants to talk to her.

He'll try to intimidate you.

He can't hurt you.
You don't have to talk to him.

I'm sorry.

Come with me.

Are you stupid?
He'll convince her not to talk!

We don't let attorneys
wander around

-like that!
-I wasn't thinking.

You weren't thinking...

What?

The lawyer says Mrs. Chinsky
wants to go home.

Do we let her go?

Yes, let her go.

We're screwed.

The only way to catch him now
is this goddamn code.

Simon, Simon, Simon...

We're here!

Calm down! You had a nightmare.

-Breathe.
-Go get him some water.

No, stay!

Calm down, big guy. It's OK.

It started when my dad left.

I was eight. We had to move.

I was happy,

and then it all stopped.

And... Is that when your memory

changed?

Maybe.

The therapist says
I'm afraid of losing everything,

so I remember everything.

For now, what matters

is that you get some rest, OK?

Get some sleep.

It's cool to be with you guys.

Cool. OK.

Do you want some blanket?

No. A little. I was too hot.

Is this OK?

Let me get settled.

Sorry. Once I fall asleep,

I'm like a mummy.

Same. I don't move at all.
My mother always says,

"Florence, it's crazy,
when you sleep, you--

Can you turn the light off?

I'm sure Brochand didn't pick
the paintings at random.

There was a theme.

Struggle, death...

Brochand was prepared to fight
for the woman he loved.

That's for sure.

I never fought for a woman.

Women... You lose them
no matter what.

Sure, you never fought for a woman,

but you fought for your art.

You talk about it a lot
in your diary.

"She harasses me and torments me."

"I chase after her
like a young man after his mistress."

For you, painting

was like a woman
you were ready to give your life for.

"She is my sole thought.
I am intrigued by nothing else."

Just like Brochand.

He was ready to give his life
for the woman he loved.

"And yet, she gives me

"the strength to overcome
the pain of the body

"and the anguish of the soul."

I love that!

"The pain of the body
and the anguish of the soul."

You wrote that
while you were painting

Jacob Wrestling with the Angel,
right?

There you go!

That's a painting you fought for!

How long did it take you to finish?

Eleven years.

Eleven years. Can you imagine?

Hang on...

Yes!

The trees, the branches...

Of course!

Jacob Wrestling with the Angel!

Apparently, it's a battle

Brochand lost.

Simon!

-Jesus Christ...
-Get up!

You scared me.

Is this the painting?

-Yeah.
-Yes.

Where is it?

At Saint-Sulpice Church.

Max, south entrance. You, north.
We'll take the main entrance.

OK, go.

Come on, Simon.

Your move.

I can't do it.

What's wrong?

I don't remember!

OK.

It's OK. It's a good sign
in your case, OK?

Calm down, breathe,
and we'll try something else.

They're inside. Don't stay here.

We can't be seen together.

And my colleague?

He won't say a word.

Just like you.

Look over here.

The part with the trees.

-Yeah.
-OK.

Focus. Do you remember
the base of the tree?

Yeah, I think so.

OK, great, that's something!

Let's keep going. The hands...

The hands, there.

Anything?

No.

If there were hands in the drawing,
would you remember?

Yes!

The hands.

The struggle!

That's the difference!

OK. Come on.

Captain!

Not churches, too!

It's Florence!

Captain! It's Florence!

-Florence!
-What?

Come with me.

Come here.

Go right.

There she is!

Run!

Come on!

Come on!

-I've got the code!
-What is it?

D2.41.49.

We've got it!

Brochand took it all.

The list of works
you stole the last 10 years,

the money-laundering circuits,

and the bank account
where you put the money

for the theft
of Liberty Leading the People.

Your account was very meticulous.
He wrote everything down.

What about Mathilde?

She says she wasn't with you
at the time of the murder.

Take him away.

Happy now? You got your revenge.

See you, Victor.

You really don't look too good!

You OK?

He can't hurt you anymore.

You did what you had to.

Ms. Chassagne?

Hello.

You're not with Verlay?

I'm supposed to meet him
in his office.

He's not here.

-What?
-No, he's not here.

I keep calling him,
and he's not answering.

Isn't that worrisome?

For freedom!

For freedom!

Bravo!