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THE ART OF CRIME

He sold the codex.

He cashed Catherine Dutilleul's cheque for ?300,000 5 days ago.

Charles Varane...

- Is Charles Varane known? - Sure.

He's an art dealer. He's already found several lost masters.

Kandinsky?

Are they worth a lot?

Does Renoir mean more?

That's his last find.

And each time they're fake?

Come and see this.

Look at this one.

Just arrived. Found in a salesroom.

A lovely brand-new Monet, painted last year.

Don't people have them assessed first?

Yes. But forgers are very gifted.

And it's not just the painting, it's the story.

Forged documents, photos, archives...

It's like the codex.

And everyone wants to believe.

Collectors love attention,

experts and insurers are paid a percentage...

Welcome to the art world!

Just got our codex-seller's phone calls. Look...

Chassagne Expertise?

- Called 5 times last month. - Show me.

Oh fuck! That bitch!

I'll see Varane, you sort this out. I don't like being taken for a ride!

Hello.

Tell me what this is.

I don't know.

You authenticated a fake Monna Vanna!

What? Where did you find this?

We searched your consultancy!

We'll sort this out at the station!

- What? - Come on.

- Get up. - No!

By chance you're at Amboise

when Lambert's body is found

and manage to join the investigation!

Now - by chance - Varane is your client!

- Do you take me for a fool? - Not at all.

Can I see the assessment?

No.

I want to hear you first.

Why would I authenticate a fake Monna Vanna?

I alerted you to the fraud! It's absurd!

If I wondered why every nutcase does absurd things,

I'd get nothing done!

Can I see it?

It's not my signature.

It's my father's.

Yes, it's possible

I didn't tell my daughter.

It happened very quickly.

"It's possible"?

We always both sign evaluations.

And this time I know nothing?

Well,

I didn't know then you were branching out into police work.

Dad, you gave our scientific approval to a fake!

A fake which has killed someone.

Why?

Why?

I think I yielded

to the vulgar temptation of revenge.

Revenge?

You don't know Catherine Dutilleul. What's she done?

She's a merchant of the temple that ruined our profession

for the price of an extra Picasso.

So, at the time, the idea that Mr Varane

was targeting this lady seemed satisfying.

I don't believe this.

They've perverted the world of art and culture!

- And wrecked my career. - Your career!

It's always about you! Your research, your depression!

Someone died!

Was it him you saw?

This man contacted me for an evaluation and the fake codex.

I signed without looking at the painting

and gave him some tips for the codex.

He didn't even bother to do a decent job.

But as crass ignorance is something rather commonplace,

nobody saw a thing.

It's from the Codex Atlanticus,

requisitioned by Napoleon in 1796

and returned to Milan in 1815.

Have you seen the date?

1518.

He must have written it at Le Clos Lucé.

He worked it so that she

would have the codex authenticated.

By some loser who couldn't spot an error of syntax.

OK. So Varane didn't mention the Monna Vanna right away.

He wanted her to discover it.

"Behind Anne hides a beauty without clothing"...

You're sure of this?

Absolutely certain. "Facta di naturale".

So she bought the codex.

The acme of her collector's career.

A special price for you.

I expected no less from you.

She then called Lavardin to buy the portrait of Anne of Brittany

to recover the hidden Monna Vanna.

And Mr Varane intended to steal the painting that night.

So Dutilleul wouldn't see there was no Monna Vanna

and would do anything to get it. - All planned.

Except for Mr Lambert's untimely intervention.

He thought he had a Leonardo and saw it was a swindle.

No one was supposed to examine the painting.

Lambert could have ruined it.

So did Varane kill him?

I didn't dare ask him.

I just told him he had to stop everything.

He wouldn't listen.

He knows about the codex?

Florence...

I swear I didn't want anyone to die.

That's why you told us it was fake.

I couldn't live with myself.

We'll get all this written up.

Wait here.

How does it feel to be betrayed by those you love?

It was Salai who lied to you.

When I heard he'd sold all my work to the King of France,

it was a dagger in my heart.

The Mona Lisa,

Saint John the Baptist,

Saint Anne...

Why did you give them to him?

I knew I didn't have long left.

He was supposed to take them to Italy.

I wanted my treasures to return to their native soil.

It meant a lot to me.

He sold them and kept the money.

I loved the little devil so much

and trusted him too much.

At least now I can see the Mona Lisa in the Louvre.

Go, go...

You OK?

Fine.

I'll take you home.

Varane isn't at home or at work.

- I hope it's not been sold. - So do I.

Or he'll already be on some faraway beach

with suitcases full of banknotes. - Wait.

Maybe not yet.

Pardon?

Just a sec.

There. "Mrs Catherine Dutilleul is honoured to host a charity gala

"at the Château d'Amboise.

"Guest of honour:

"Charles Varane."

Everyone looks smart.

You could have made an effort.

- You too. - What?

Your earrings are different.

Oh damn!

Shall I take them off?

Why aren't they here?

They're a few minutes late. Shall I keep them or not?

I don't like this.

I'll go and get something from the buffet.

You think I made a mistake?

The Monna Vanna, Catherine.

You couldn't let a chance like that go by.

But you're right to beware of someone like that.

I can act as a go-between, if you like.

Catherine?

Do you have her pills, Bertrand?

Drop me off at the rear of the château.

I'll delay the guests.

Catherine?

You must take this.

What's this? Chocolate and...

Oh, I see.

Florence Chassagne.

Thank you for your last article on me.

I never believed your stories.

The long-lost Renoir found in a cave,

blah, blah, blah...

You'll be surprised to learn that some experts don't agree with you.

Life is full of surprises, Mr Varane.

You know your problem? You're jealous.

Pardon?

Of my success.

Yes, sorry.

You'll always be a minor researcher running after grants.

And the sad thing is you've no one in your life.

I do!

Your earrings are odd. A boyfriend would tell you.

You're going to end up alone and bitter.

I'd like a slice of Mona Lisa.

When you're sent to prison for murder remember me and my shitty life.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Be seeing you, Mrs Chassagne.

I'm not sure you will. Captain Verlay.

I have a few questions.

With pleasure, Captain Verlay.

After you.

The Monna Vanna?

Please enlighten me.

The codex... this...

You sold it.

I told you, I sold it to Mrs Dutilleul.

My 16th-century Italian isn't up to scratch.

You remind me of my father.

Only a lawyer or a real crook could lie with such aplomb.

I won't judge your father,

but as for me... - The codex is a fake.

You had it made.

A fake?

I don't understand. You're sure?

Go on, tell me how you were swindled and everything.

Absolutely! How could I know it was fake?

Right.

It's 8:54pm. You are now in custody.

Take him away.

Come with us, sir.

It's OK.

Please...

A night in the cells will cure him of his bullshit.

Shall I take you home?

What?

As we're here, don't you want to...

admire the vista? The Loire is lovely at night.

You OK?

Looks like it.

No more vertigo. It's magic.

Right,

it's magic.

Weird, I've never been fascinated by the protective side of cops.

The Superman who comes to your rescue in the street,

I don't get it.

You don't get what?

Well, that...

If I see a cop in the street with a gun,

it scares me.

Hang on, are you trying to tell me that I scare you?

Not at all, on the contrary.

What I mean is, I don't know what I mean.

Yes. When I was a little girl,

I never played cops and robbers, for example.

Egyptology was my thing. I loved it!

Excuse me.

Yes, Max?

Are you OK, son?

Yes, I spoke to your mum. We'll meet up for the holidays.

I'm sorry, I can't tomorrow, I have to question a suspect.

You know what...

I promise I'll call as soon as I have some time, OK?

OK, Max?

Max?

As you can see, my kids don't like playing cops either.

Maybe they're better off far away.

Well?

Varane admitted the fraud but denies Lambert's murder.

And my father?

The judge will take his statement into account.

If he sticks to the fraud, it might limit his sentence.

It's always been this way.

I worry about him all the time, but he never does.

One day, when I was small, he left me in a conference hall.

I don't even see mine anymore.

Look, I...

Don't see your dad, but stay with your children.

Share things with them.

There's no such thing as a perfect father.

You just have to be there.

Sir? Varane's lawyer is here.

Be right there.

Because I committed fraud I'm suddenly a murderer?

Here. You withdrew 400 euros

from the Amboise branch, rue Diderot, at 18:16,

5 hours before the murder of Christian Lambert.

So what?

I was in Amboise like the week before and the one before that.

I've been seeing Mrs Dutilleul regularly for 2 months.

And I always leave on the 20:04 train.

Is this yours?

Lambert installed some spyware. Didn't you know?

Today, anyone can do it.

It's usually a jealous husband thing.

Look, it's quite amazing.

It's all here.

Historical searches for the codex,

the Monna Vanna,

the list of suitable paintings at Amboise.

He knew your whole scam from A to Z.

But I think you knew that.

No!

Lambert knew there was no Monna Vanna.

He stole the painting just to show Dutilleul you were shafting her!

I didn't kill Lambert. I didn't know he'd steal it.

But you had a motive, you were at Amboise and Lambert died.

- Antoine, can I see you, please? - Coming.

The tobacconist at Austerlitz, night of the murder.

Varane didn't have time to return to Amboise and kill Lambert.

He must have an accomplice.

Shit!

Wait. His computer holds all the evidence for a sting, right?

Except the name of the forger.

The forger killed him?

Let's try that. Thanks.

Who's your forger?

You're starting to get on my wick. The man asked you who he is!

Antoine...

And don't tell me you painted it!

Out of the question.

Aiding and abetting a murder.

Heard of that?

Mr Varane, attempted fraud is only 5 years in prison,

2 or 3 with good behaviour.

Aiding and abetting is more like 20 years.

I have nothing to say.

The forger must have studied a detailed copy of the Monna Vanna.

But which?

There are 3 or 4.

The Hermitage. Salai is the link.

The one in St Petersburg.

Yes.

How do you know that?

We can't go to Russia to see who studied it!

Our lab can do that in a few hours.

OK.

For the base you just need a painting from the period.

It's poplar.

There's loads of 16-century rubbish.

The pigments?

What's this blue?

Azurite?

Let's see...

Yes, 95%. It cost much less than lapis lazuli.

Yes, but Leonard always demanded lapis lazuli.

From Afghanistan.

And given your forger's profile,

he wouldn't have missed something like that.

OK.

He could have powdered stones from jewellery.

Where can we find Afghan lapis lazuli from that period?

Try antiques dealers who specialize in the Middle East.

16th-century.

- They're thin on the ground. - Right.

Will you help me make some calls?

- Why can I never refuse you? - Thank you!

Let's go!

See? You did have time.

Why did you split up?

It's complicated, Max...

Mum says that with you, it's like talking to a brick wall.

That means you don't talk much.

It means that sometimes it's hard to say what you feel.

But you do love us?

Yes! Of course I love you.

We won't lose touch, OK?

- OK? - Mmm.

- Well? - I know who the forger is.

Tell me. I'm not into Cluedo.

Guess! It's more fun.

A customer who buys 16-century azurite or lapis lazuli jewellery

doesn't go unnoticed!

You mean the French teacher?

Yes.

Sophie Granger painted the Monna Vanna?

She's listed in the Beaux-Arts alumni.

And guess what?

She was there with Charles Varane.

You go and get her now, I'll see to Varane.

This whole story is a crime of passion!

She planned the fraud as revenge on Dutilleul

because she took everything!

Lambert humiliates her by leaving her for her mother-in-law, who she hates.

Then he foils her revenge

by protecting the woman again!

Excuse me, but do you ever feel enthusiasm?

After the case has ended, usually.

Do you wait to the end to say thank you?

I love flowers.

Yes, Mathieu?

Someone hacked Varane's mail.

- I set the coders on it. - Keep me posted.

Thanks.

Mrs Granger!

- There's no sign of her. - Out of the way.

Captain!

Captain!

What?

Look!

It's azurite.

What the...?

- Wait for me... - Hush!

Wait!

Be quiet.

Incredible!

Look, a dryer for making cracks.

Great.

What's that?

This woman's a genius copier.

A genius!

Look!

Sketches of the Monna Vanna.

She definitely looks like a tranny.

But no painting. She must have hidden it.

Stay here.

She didn't kill him. That's impossible.

People would do anything to sell a da Vinci.

You really think she's interested in money?

After all Catherine did to her?

Yes, we know.

Her father, her guy...

Not just that.

But for Catherine she'd have become an artist.

Teachers, critics, collectors...

Someone always gets to pick the artists.

With Sophie, Catherine was the pack leader.

She left her no chance.

And you?

Me?

After the reviews of my first show,

I couldn't pick up a brush again.

Now, I imagine, with Mrs Granger

you delight in seeing all these people on their pedestals

mistaking a fake Renoir for real.

When Catherine took Christian from me,

I felt so bad.

This time it was too much. Much too much.

In fairy tales, the girl gets Prince Charming, not the evil stepmother.

The girl doesn't usually kill Prince Charming.

It wasn't me.

I swear it wasn't me!

Where's your Monna Vanna?

In a safe in my office.

Yes, Mathieu.

I've a list of Varane's hacked emails.

Most concern the Beaux-Arts alumni association.

Tracing addresses takes time.

OK. Thanks, Mathieu.

Do your friends remember that you were at Beaux-Arts?

It was a long time ago.

Apart from Charles, I...

No.

Drop it.

Slide it slowly.

Slowly.

It took me a while to realize you were the forger.

Your mobiles.

Here.

- Slowly. - Yes, OK.

You're making a big mistake.

With ?30 million to spend, I should get over that.

Bertrand... Did you kill Christian?

Nothing! See?

You see why your boss will be a laughing stock?

She won't get over it.

Go and show her this.

That won't be necessary.

Don't worry, madam, it was nothing personal.

- Where's the painting? - Bertrand!

Where is it?

Upstairs in a safe.

Don't move.

You know what?

You'll always be a flunkey, even with all the money in the world.

I've always been honest and loyal.

And what for?

Bertrand, I want to talk about this loan for your house.

Yes, madam?

I don't want you to doubt the reasons for my refusal.

I know the banks refused because of your cancer, and that was hard.

But what would happen if I had to be a bank

for all my employees?

Of course.

I'd rather not know about your private lives.

I understand, madam.

Excellent. Thank you, Bertrand.

Now Madam's dream can come true,

why not?

Look out!

What can I do?

Give me your scarf.

My scarf? Why?

Give me your fucking scarf!

Here...

Let me...

Fuck.

We must warn Pardo.

Try to open the door.

Go on, hurry!

Try to...

Try to find a hammer, a crowbar or something.

I've never found a crowbar in a workshop!

Try to find something!

OK, but what?

Found anything?

Nothing but brushes and scrapers.

Try the cabinet, or next to it.

Pieces of wood,

tea-towels...

What?

What?

What are you doing?

Incredible!

"Ad Castram".

What?

- There must be a passageway. - Passageway?

Ad Castram in Latin means "to the castle".

Francis I built a secret network of tunnels

leading from the château to Leonard da Vinci's apartments.

Look...

It moves.

- It moves? - Here.

Wait, I'll get something.

Look, it's moving!

Just look! It's wild!

This is crazy!

Move aside. What you're doing isn't helping.

Not at all.

We'll still be here tomorrow!

Hit it here!

Leave it to me!

Get out from under my feet!

If we had time I'd tell you this is a historic discovery.

- We don't have time! - OK.

Take this. You'll have to go alone.

Alone?

Yes, alone.

I'd slow you down. Got another solution?

OK.

What's the matter?

Is it blocked?

Is something wrong?

What is it?

I have...

You have what? What?

Vertigo.

Yes.

There's a staircase, I can't climb down.

You are a champion pain in the arse.

You have to come with me.

What's the point? I won't take away your vertigo.

Look... Have you heard of counterphobic objects?

What the hell does...

OK, it doesn't matter.

I'll close my eyes.

I just need you to guide me. OK?

It's just for the staircase. The rest will be fine.

I don't believe it.

OK.

I'll take the torch.

You know what?

Without your books you're disabled.

Incapable of leaving your world.

You'd rather be stuck with painters than tackle reality.

You criticise your dad, but you'll end up the alone!

Will you shut up?

Your eyes are open! Incredible.

Where's your vertigo gone?

Flown away?

You're the worst counterphobic object I've met!

And I'll never work with you again!

Ever!

The underground passages show what Amboise Castle was like

in the Middle Ages.

This part was built in the 14th century.

The chapel has been preserved

despite the construction of the Minimes Tower, that...

Police!

Can anyone lend me a mobile phone, please?

Yes.

Get me Commander Pardo.

Yes.

It's an emergency.

Fine, give him the money.

I've no wish to shake his hand.

Thank you for organizing all this discreetly, Bertrand.

Without Charles I was helpless.

Anything to help, madam.

Bertrand?

This picture is one of the finest artistic discoveries of the century.

I'll be remembered for this, not for my money or my illness.

For this.

You know Hegel?

Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel.

He thought servants were destined to replace their masters.

But your fate is sealed.

Mathieu!

Catherine...

Don't you think it's wonderful?

Time just flies. Have you seen your father?

We'll be setting off for Paris soon.

You look like him. You know, your father...

Yes?

He loves you so much.

He'll never love me that much.

But don't tell him.

No. That's our secret.

OK?

Charged with aiding and abetting fraud.

Just think!

A brilliant historian like my father.

How humiliating!

It hurts to admit it, but Captain Verlay's right.

I'll end up like him, alone and depressed.

I'll fall after him.

"Fall"? Tell me more.

No!

My vertigo isn't linked to my dad.

I didn't make the link.

Yes.

But you thought it so loud that now everyone knows!

- OK, Floflo, I was silly. - Silly!

You've rejected me since this cop's been around.

He's a bad influence on you.

Captain Verlay has nothing to do with this!

So why join the list of legal experts?

- To see him again? - There's no connection.

You just hate me doing things without your say-so.

It does me good!

And I've no wish to work with Captain Verlay again.

Since he got out of hospital, the primate hasn't even called.

After all I did for him!

Hello.

Hello.

This is for you.

Thank you!

You were right, Bordeaux was much too far.

Eh, Max?

Dad, why does that lady look like a man?

Er... help me out.

I'll see my dad out. Will 5 minutes be long enough to tell them?

I don't know.

- Good luck. - Thanks.

So... why does that lady look like a man?

I don't know. What a question!

Because it's a man!

Subtitles: ECLAIR

ORIGINAL FRENCH CHIC

The world-famous Hermès let us into some secrets,

about indispensable horse-riding kit.

Zoom on the art of saddlery. Grab your reins and get ready!

Original French Chic

What would a rider be without a horse?

And what would a rider be without a saddle?

That ancient accessory

is the product, of careful, ancestral excellence,

which Hermès has been perpetuating for years.

Hermès is known as a prestigious luxury brand,

but its history is linked to horses.

Originally, in 1837, Thierry Hermès set up as a saddler in Paris.

That's how it got started.

That historic profession is still going strong

in the workshops above the shop at 24 Rue du Faubourg St-Honoré.

The first thing in the development of a saddle

is to study a saddle that's made for that particular discipline -

show-jumping, dressage or cross country...

Making a saddle begins with research,

with models and prototypes, developed with riders.

Laurent Goblet has worked at Hermes for 25 years.

He thinks about ways of making saddles more ergonomic.

The first thing is to work on this essential piece, the tree.

You want to make the tree as ergonomic as possible,

so that when you sit on the saddle,

you slip into its centre of gravity,

you find its balance

and you're comfortable. Around that seat,

we'll work on all the leather pieces that go around the tree.

Once mounted, the rider needs help,

to keep the thigh in place,

or these foam supports, for the knee.

The saddle is made up of various pieces,

like a jigsaw.

Comfort for the rider and horse,

and quality that lasts and ensures the feeling of movement.

The saddle bonds the horse and rider.

The objective is to produce the best saddles

while taking on board technological innovations

and the rider's evolving experience.

The use of the product is what's changed.

We've worked on saddles for use in sports.

They used to be used to carry a load.

If riding evolves into something other than sport,

we'll reinvent saddles fit for their new purposes.

Each of the 16 saddlers working here

makes saddles from start to finish,

which takes 25 to 40 hours each, according to the order.

The various stages require a range of skills.

Sticking the foam,

adjusting the flaps,

stitching the other side, stitching the billets,

We'll encase that by hand.

I'm going to do the lacing.

The saddle stich is part of the process.

The stich holds much better

when it's done by hand than when it's done by machine.

With machine stitching,

it's stitched over and under,

looping in the middle, but not crossing.

If you cut the thread, it'll all come undone.

With hand stitching, if you cut the top, the bottom with hold.

Each saddle is numbered and registered.

This register runs from 1909 to now.

Hermès is proud of its skills.

It's being showcased for the eighth year in a row

at Saut Hermès at the Grand Palais.

Saut Hermès is a chance

to share the house values,

that excellence

in sport, in savoir-faire, in artisanal craftsmanship,

and to transmit that excellence from one artisan

and generation to another and from the world's best riders

to the younger, newer riders, who are the future

of the discipline.

It's a three-day celebration of horse riding,

with events of all types for people of all ages

and top-level competitions.

Some of the riders are partners at Hermès.

I represent Hermès at all the big competitions,

around the world, but I also provide information

about what I feel, technically. I speak to the manufacturers,

to keep the saddles and equipment right up to date.

A Hermès saddle is a good place to be.

Hermès seems ready for new sporting challenges

and to move on, into new adventures and experiences

in horse riding.

Original French Chic

He's devastating the art world.

This Frenchman is fighting to make tattooing an art.

Welcome to the world of Tin-Tin.

He's stingingly creative.

Original French Chic

Tin-Tin is the ambassador and icon of French tattooing.

He spells his name with a hyphen. He started tattooing in the 1980s.

He taught himself and finds inspiration in art books and comics

as much as in the work of colleagues around the world.

He's a reference,

presiding over a tattooists' union

and organizing a world tattoo festival.

He's tattooed celebrities and since 1999 he's worked

in his own parlour in Pigalle, resounding to the buzz of needles.

Tin-Tin likes handing on his skills and work with the best

and he has some talented recruits.

He specializes

in realistic and Japanese-inspired images.

Ask me what I can do! I've explored every style.

I do what I know and I do it as well as a I can.

Today, he's doing a chrysanthemum for Louise, an employee.

It's a classic Japanese image.

Today's project

is a chrysanthemum, which we're doing Japanese style.

- You must have done 10,000 of these. - Not even.

How many?

- Hundreds, at least. - Maybe.

Maybe. He's got total freedom on this.

I just asked for a chrysanthemum, in black, to cover this.

He's using a pattern, for this,

but he specializes in free hand drawing.

I usually work free hand,

but for something more complicated,

like this, with hundreds of layered petals,

I'll use this as a sketch and draw over it.

It's faster and easier...

This is like those ancient Chinese drawings

of peonies and chrysanthemums,

which you can see in any library,

at any tattoo parlour.

I used to specialize in dads, but then I did a chrysanthemum.

It's not always easy to get a serious answer from Tin-Tin.

But one thing he doesn't joke about

is his fight to get tattooing recognized as an art.

If it's an art for painters, then why not for tattooists?

I think it was Malraux that said:

"Art is the most direct route between people."

That's a nice quotation and it relates well to tattooing.

To get that artistic recognition in 2003, he set up SNAT,

the National Union of Tattoo Artists.

And in 2013, he relaunched the Mondial du Tatouage.

The event is a huge success every year.

The Mondial du Tatouage showcases the discipline of tattooing

to the public at large and it brings together

everyone that loves the tattoos - that have them or that do them -

and then newcomers to the world of tattooing,

who come to find out about it. You can see the world's best work

and then compare it with the guy that works where you live.

In 2017, over 30,00 visitors came

to the 3-day event in La Villette.

This is the world's biggest gathering.

I can be proud of that.

400 international artists presented a range

of styles and techniques.

The event also stages concerts

and competitions.

Lots of the tattooists there have an opinion on Tin-Tin.

He's the French icon - he's our worthy representative.

We're lucky to have him.

Sometimes, I don't know what we'd have done without Tin-Tin.

Some tattooists, like me, have got a bit left behind.

The new generation is incredible. But guys like Tin-Tin

have stayed relevant, despite that new generation

of really talented people.

Every tattooist in the world recognizes his work.

He's done so much for tattooing and for us.

That's what Tin-Tin's focused on now.

Tattooists are creators.

Tattooists now do unique designs for individual people.

We'd like to be recognized for that.

I'd like to say I love you, Tin-Tin.

Love, admiration, recognition. Tin-Tin inspires many things.

He loves what he does.

I'd do it even if it wasn't my job.

If I won the lottery, I'd still do tattoos.

That's what I like about the job.

I get bored without it.