Original subtitles

RAW MEMORIES

CEDRIC: (Shit. Unbelievable.)

Where did I put my shirt?

GIRLS! HAVE YOU SEEN MY SHIRT?

LUNA: No, I don't know, I'm not the dry cleaners.

- What does the dry cleaners have to do with it?

Are you going to school like that?

- Don't worry about my clothes,

I have nothing to do with how men choose to project their disgusting fantasies.

Seriously, men should get treatment instead of me changing myself.

- While we wait for all men to see a shrink, do me the pleasure of putting something on?

Now?

Luna, it's 8:10!

LOLA: So for you, Luna isn't capable of having a body?

- No, I... is that my shirt?\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

- Oh, it was hanging there so I took it. I can't give it back, I put on perfume.

- I ironed it and put it there just now, it was in top form.

You don't have anything in your closet? - No, I don't!

- Neither do I!

Those are my smokes. - Oh please, stop! LAUGHING

You buy them but you don't smoke, you stopped.

You're annoying this morning: 'my smokes, my shirt'...

♪ ROCK ♪

- I'm not your roommate!

. . .

LEILA SINGS . . .

HUMMING . . .

Dad, we're not to blame, you're stressed out because you're going back to work.

- No, I didn't say it's your fault. And I'm not stressed out.

- Crazy-mega stressed out.

I'm going to get ready, be back in 2 minutes.

- The only one I have without cufflinks is at the station.

- Can I give you a hug, dad?

- Well of course you can give me a hug, don't be silly.

Am I stressed out? - A little, yeah.

- (Yeah.)

WATER GURGLES

♪ ROCK ♪

. . .

- Things to do.

Let's go, we're up against the clock.

- Couldn't you see we were waiting for you, dad?

- Here.

BELLS PEALING

MAYOR: Veterans, ladies and gentlemen.

TRIBUTE TO THE HARKIS

You are here today because it was more than 60 years ago,

on the other side of the Mediterranean,

you chose France. You wore the French uniform,

And you fought for this country. ON PHONE: INDISTINCT

When fighting ended,

you carried within you this story marked by loyalty,

courage,

and pain.

It is a great honor for me

to preside over this commemoration today.

ON PHONE: Of course, honey. That we don't know. No, I can't look right now.

- (What's going on?) - Da Costa is nowhere to be found.

We have to pause the event.

- I'll tell the mayor. - Okay. It's fine.

MAYOR: ...thinks about abandoning some of its own soldiers.

The inauguration of this marker

is thus one more step on the path to healing,

of recognition, and reparations.

- (Mr Mayor, we have to wait.) - How so?

Ladies and gentlemen, Fabrice Da Costa,

deputy mayor and donor of the marker, is a little late.

We will therefore wait a few moments before proceeding with the inauguration.

Sorry.

- Hi, Marwann.

- Your usual coffee?

- And 3 caramel-apple refills, please.

- Three refills for the detective, my pleasure.

- 'Commander.'

Commander, not detective. Ehh, it's more important.

He's nice.

- My husband contacts me. Yes, when I go to the gypsy.

- One. Two. Three. You don't like life as a detective?

You know what burning diacetyl does to the lungs?

RUEFUL CHUCKLE - Marwann, a word of advice: to make money,

don't tell customers you're selling them something that will kill them.

- I've made up my mind, detective.

I'll never be rich, so I prefer to be honest.

DOG BARKS

- Excuse me, hello? Do you mind if I put a poster in the window?

It's for a gala to support the people living in the Roya.

- Go ahead, put up your poster wherever.

WOMAN: Thank you. - Your money.

An advance on my inheritance.

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hDANCE GALA

- Is this for Storm Alex? Wasn't that in 2020?

- And you think all the victims have already been rehoused?

CARIBBEAN BEAT MUSIC

MOBILE VIBRATES

TAO: Cmdr Bertin? - Yep.

- Do you know where the Da Costa family lives?

- Who doesn't? Why? - There's a body.

- Okay. BRAKES SQUEAL

TIRES SQUEAL Forensics is at the scene,

they've started collecting samples. - Thanks, Tao.

Be there in 10 minutes. - That's all.

- Yes, understood. Ciao.

ITALIAN Yes, but unfortunately I can't because

the girls are already at school.

FRENCH No, now I'm at the station.

Ciao, ma- Uh...

No, I'm a little...

DOORS LOCK

CLAPPING

CEDRIC: Thank you, thank you Vanessa.

Thank you friends! CHUCKLES

'Best Boss In The World'! It's a bit much.

JEAN-YVES: Happy to see you, Bonfanti, we missed you.

- Hi, Commissioner. - I felt your absence since last we spoke.

- I'm much better, thank you, I feel ready. - I'm so pleased. Come on.

Listen, these chouquettes* are magnificent. * CREAM PUFFS

THEY LAUGH POLITELY

- It's Alberto!

- How are you, Collette? - Fine.

He's getting worse and worse.

He eats everything. CEDRIC CHUCKLES

Sugar, the way you like it. - Thank you, Collette.

I feel a bit silly.

Always afraid of asking you the wrong question. - No no, I'm fine.

Thank you, for being nice. No, it's worse for my mother.

He was the man of her life.

She went back to live in Calabria, obviously she's... very lonely.

Well, I'm pulling for her.

- Thanks for saying that. - That's two in a row.

- What's going on here?

- Well as no one's told you, there was a murder.

we're waiting for the first indications.

- A murder?

A murder in Valbonne? - Alas.

At the Da Costa house. The head commander must be at the site.

I'm guessing you knew about her? - Yes, yes—

—no, I was told a replacement was loaned from Nice, but

I thought she'd left. - Oh. Good.

Um... it was good to see you. - Thank you, Collette.

RAPS TABLE Thanks guys. I don't want to go up there.

SIREN

- So what do we have? TAO: Waiting for confirmation.

But the victim is certainly Fabrice Da Costa, in the construction industry.

He was supposed to attend a ceremony this morning, but he never got there.

It was Mireille the housekeeper who discovered the body,

she's served the family for 50 years.

Not very upset, but hey, she has an alibi.

DIVER: Commander.

LOUIS: Hello, Commander. - Hello.

LEILA: Okay. Well, it's Da Costa.

Tao? Look into his life,

I want to know everything about him:

who frequents his client list, are there any enemies—

—in his business, at the town hall...

His mistress' name, his life, his passions, etc etc, whatever you can find.

- Fabrice was sort of the godfather of construction in the region.

There must be a lot of skeletons in the concrete.

Hi Tao. - Commander.

- Hi Louis. - Commander.

- Cmdr Bonfanti, delighted to meet you.

- Cmdr Belhassen, delighted.

I'm your- - My replacement. (Yes, I know.)

- I was told why you were away the last few months.

My condolences. - Thank you.

Do you know the Da Costa family?

- My parents are from Valbonne.

- Did you know the victim personally? - No, no, no.

By dint of crossing paths at the café we ended up discussing banalities.

LEILA: Louis? What have you got? - So— uh...

You're both in charge of the case?

CROSSTALK

- For the moment you're addressing both of us, okay?

- All right!

Well, according to initial findings,

the victim's throat was cut, he was hooded,

and tied up post mortem.

His body was rolled in a rug which was found in the bushes.

Then he was dragged here.

By contrast, the homicide took place inside the house. That's it.

LEILA: Thanks, Louis.

I know what kind of cop you are, Bonfanti.

- What kind of cop? You're scaring me here.

If you heard things about me that I don't know, tell me.

- Well,

we need to find out if someone was out to get the prince of construction.

- 'Belhassen-style!' You weren't prepared, huh?

STIFLES LAUGH. CHUCKLES

CAMERA FIRES

ITALIAN The Emigrants. Angelo Tommasi.

- You know about art?

- No, but there was a reproduction of it in my grandfather's house.

He said he could've been on it when he left Italy.

- I know this painting too. My brothers showed it to me,

thinking of my father when he left Algeria. - Yeah, and here it finds itself

with a family that comes from Portugal.

Many identify with it.

- The blood is clearly not from spray. What's the message?

- Well, maybe he doesn't like immigrants.

- Tao? Where's his bedroom? - It's the size of my apartment!

In back, on the right.

- His wife?

CEDRIC: Yes. Adele Da Costa. She hasn't shown up?

- Not yet. I'll take care of it. - Very good.

- Thanks.

The other men in these, do you know them?

- Mmm... some of them, yeah..

Big bosses, all connected, large fortunes.

- So you're Italian?

- Is this for the case?

- No, just making conversation.

Apparently it helps when you want to get to know someone.

- And you're of Algerian origin?

I was born here, I've never set foot there.

When you were at the bistro with Da Costa,

did you talk about his marital problems?

- How do you get that?

- Well, there's only men's clothes in this closet.

So either Adele Da Costa is a nudist, or she left.

- Let's check it out.

You'll like her, she runs a beauty salon. LEILA LAUGHS INSINCERELY

DISTANT SIREN - She'll talk to me.

Two superficial girls will get along.

- Say, just one question:

Do you always have to have the last word?

- Always. My car or yours?

- Each to his own, it's not far. SHE LAUGHS

BELL

ADELE: Hello! - Hello.

Adele Da Costa? - Yes...

- Could we speak to you in private?

It's about your husband.

And he had no enemies, even in his line of work?

- No, we're separated.

When he came to help my mother people talked about it,

but not to the point of wanting him dead.

- Did he discuss his business with you?

- Fabrice told me everything.

LEILA: Even lately?

- What does that mean?

- How long have you been separated?

- Two months.

Things were going badly. In fact, I haven't seen him since-

- So you'd have no idea if he'd had any problems in the last 2 months.

ADELE: No, I'm sorry.

- Can I ask you why you left?

- Because he was married to politics. Not to me.

CHURCH BELL TOLLING

- I'll check the widow's alibi.

She has a grudge against him but not to the point of killing him.

- I'll see if he moved on. I'll let you check

with Forensics if they found anything at the house. Okay?

- Fine, yes. But first I have something in the station to sort out.

I don't get it, I come back to this, I dunno,

"Miss Make-up" Toothpaste Commercial? - Oh! Uh...

- Were you afraid that I'd no longer be able to do my job? Is that it?

- No-! SIGHS - I was a cop before she was born!

You forgot telling me she'd leave when I come back.

- Well, here's the real face of Bonfanti.

Macho. Contemptuous. Real classy.

- Fine, time to calm down!

- You should've let me tell him, it would have been simpler.

- What am I looking at here?

- Cmdr Belhassen isn't leaving.

She asked to be transferred here,

and we are delighted to have her with us.

- (All right.) JEAN-YVES: Look, Cedric,

I admit I didn't know how to approach the subject,

I didn't find the right moment.

But you still have your place here, I assure you.

You couldn't team up, time to find a long term solution?

- What do we do, give her my office? - Well, technically it's already my office.

- Oh, all right-

- Don't worry, I asked to set up a little corner for you.

- That wasn't necessary, you're so very kind!

- Listen, you started investigating the Da Costa case together,

You'll close it together.

I'm sure of it, huh?

SIGHS

STEADY TICKING

. . .

- I'm sorry about how I carried on earlier.

. . .

I shouldn't have said all that.

- It's understandable.

- Oh, I hear it all the time from my girls.

They nail me.

You're similar. No, forgive me.

- Okay.

But one more sexist remark and

I'll become a sounding board for your daughters. All right?

MOBILE VIBRATES

Yeah, Bonfanti. PC EMAIL ALERT

All right. I understand, let me know when you have something else. Thanks.

That was Forensics.

Can I have one of my pencils from my desk? THEY LAUGH

Da Costa's time of death is between 11pm and midnight.

It was his blood on the painting.

The house is swarming with prints,

either family members

or Mireille the housekeeper— except one.

It can't be identified, and doesn't appear in our files.

- We received the CCTV from the Da Costa villa.

- Can we share?

- There are no visuals of the inside.

The cameras are either on the garden or surrounding wall.

- What are you doing?

- Er- a jade roller.

The jade roller has relaxing properties.

- Oh, uh, ah...

Ehmm.

I warn you, if you say you saw me do this,

I won't be able to go on. THEY LAUGH

Go back.

So this is an hour before the murder. - Mm-hmm.

OFFICER: Commander?

- Tell me Collette, can I ask you

if you can get me something out of that.

COLLETTE: Well, uh...

It's not easy to do sketches based on descriptions by

witnesses, but there it is.

It's very... blurry.

It's almost impossible to get something of interest.

- Well-

- But I'll give it a try.

- Oh, well that's nice, thank you.

- It's... only natural, Commander.

- Cedric.

COLLETTE: Cedric.

Oh, that was some seriously good flirting!

- I was casual, right?

- Crazy! SHE LAUGHS - It's silly.

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hIn the meantime, \h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hwe need to get back \h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hto the Da Costa house-

- No, it's not so easy. It is\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

my father's 80th birthday tonight and I have a gift to buy.

How about I see you tomorrow?

'Cedric'!

GIRL: Hi! How are you?

BOY: Come on! Hey!

FAINT VOICES, CLAPPING

FAINT VOICES

. . .

. . .

BRO 1: No, actually all that is over. Now to meet someone

you have to go through Zoom or Skype.

There's more contact with people.

ANIS: And what, what do you zoom?

LAUGHTER

- No, dad, it's video!

- It's like, you see people, but on a computer.

- All right, but what about real life?

When I wanted to meet your mother,

I wasn't behind a screen!

Well ask Alissa, she gets a lot of matches.

BOTH: Oooh!

BRO 2: You're one to talk!

Because if you continue like this you'll end up happy and with cats!

DELIGHTED HOOTS

ANIS: Oh my! BRO 1: Yeah!

- With my job, there's no room for trifles.

- Oh! That's a word I know! LEILA LAUGHS

Anything on Da Costa's death?

How's it going? ANIS: No! no.

GIRLFRIEND: What? - No work talk!

- Wait, everyone talked about their jobs, I can't talk about mine?

- You work on problems,

so we don't talk about them on feast days!

That's how it is!

BRO 2: Dad, for once, please.

BRO 1: Mom, you need help?

MARI-LOU: No! I don't want anyone in my kitchen,

especially not to pretend to help me.

CROSSTALK

So, zucchini socca fritters— —save some room!

Because afterwards there is some Nice-style stew.

OOHS & AHS, CLAPPING

I'm done, now I'm getting served! ANIS: Yeah!

- Hat's off!

- What is it?

ALL SING: ♪ Mari-Lou, Mari- Mari-Lou, there is only us! ♪

♪ Mari- Mari-Lou, crazy about you! ♪ CLAPPING

♪ Mari- Mari-Lou, that's why we love you! ♪

♪ The beautiful... ♪

HOOTING

CLAPPING, CROSSTALK

- (So, what's the story, Leo?)

- A completed pass! - (No!)

- Oh yes, I was completely neurotic.

- I can't believe you're this free!

- It's all about talking.

At the gym, there's a guy-

- But- no, what\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h are you doing there?\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

DISAPPROVING Oooh!

Put the plates closer together, you see?

Well who's this guy at the gym?

- His name's Julien. This "weekend"

we're going to Menorca. GASP

- What's made you so happy?

- Well, your good health, dad! - Yes, god willing,

I'll be here next year!

- Oh, well, happily, I hope so! THEY LAUGH

- Here, dad.

Happy birthday. - Oh, thank you!

So apparently it's the best of the best,

even if I didn't understand anything the saleswoman told me.

CHUCKLES\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h : :

LAUGHING

- Oh!\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

- Leila my girl, now I know what you're saying!

I'm going to catch the big fish!

Wonderful!

LOLA STRUMMING GUITAR

LOLA: Hi dad! - Hello, girls.

- Hi dad. So how was your day?

- Calm, er...

Beauty salon.

Jade roller— actually nothing very classic.

They must've thought I'd become an old loser, because,

because, they've teamed me up with a girl who is barely older than you.

- Well done, that's so cool.

She'll make you listen to good music on stakeouts

and you'll be less bored, you'll see. GIRLS LAUGH

- I'm already bored, that doesn't bother me, and uh...

That's not true, in general I don't get bored at such times.

- Yeah. Dad, you already forgot how you told me you

were bored in Italy and couldn't take it anymore?

STRUMMING STOPS

Is this commander from the same station?

- No. LOLA: Uh, th- then this girl is a

gift from heaven, don't you think?

I don't know, does that make you look like a vintage dad, or Cédric 2.0?

CHUCKLES

- I thought this day had already proved very expensive, but in fact far from it.

- We made you something to eat, if you want it it's in the fridge.

- Oh, I love you girls! I'm finally home.

- Everyone's saying a kilo of beef is 32 kilos of CO2.

We need to change our eating habits, Greta said so.

- Oh, well if it's Greta who said it, then...

STRUMMING RESUMES

MOBILE VIBRATES

COLLETTE: SORRY CEDRIC, I COULDN'T DO BETTER.

YOU'RE THE BEST

- What? - Nothing.

- Oh, that? No, I got some info.

I need to respond to a woman from the station.

- Do what you want, dad.

- Yes, yes, I'm seeing to it.

It's about a photo-fit.

She's done a lot, she draws really well. - Great.

- Dad, you know,

mom is happy again, it would be nice if you were too.

MICROWAVE BELL

- What's with this chicken?

LOLA: It's tempeh, fermented soybeans.

GROANS

RIPPING

You hurt a lot less than where I used to go.

Seriously, you've won a loyal customer who wants to give you some amazing publicity.

MAKEUP ARTIST: Thanks, that's nice!

- Yeah, my pleasure, I'm serious,

I'll tell the boss when I leave.

- Oh, she's not here today. - Oh? Is she sick?

- No, it's awful,

her husband was murdered.

Can you imagine? - No... oh,

it's horrible, poor thing.

She must be in a state.

CATCH IN THROAT

You know something?

- It stays between us? - Yeah!

- In my opinion she'll quickly recover.

- Really? What do you mean?

- She signed up for salsa classes, right? - Mm-hmm.

- At first it was once a week, then it went to twice.

And then one time between noon and 2:00,

she told us she had salsa, but when she came back...

Well you couldn't wash off the smile! A little too delighted,

stars in her eyes, if you know what I mean!

LAUGHING

- Where does she go? Because I'm interested in 'intensive salsa'!

- I don't know, but if you find out I want the address!

THEY LAUGH

Come on, we'll move on to the other leg. - Okay.

- You know that this crap is full of carcinogenic additives?

KID: Mm-hmm.

MARWANN: Three large ones, fella.

Hey, you can't say I didn't warn you.

- You're the worst salesman I've ever met.

- Commander/Inspector, lying is a poison worse than caffeine!

You get me?

CHUCKLES

- Don't ever change, Marwann. You're the best.

- Count on it, Commander/Inspector.

MURDER OF FABRICE DA COSTA

SIREN

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hNOV 15, 5PM, VALBONNE \h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hCOMMUNITY ROOM

BENEFITING\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h RESIDENTS\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h OF THE ROYA\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

MOBILE VIBRATES

- Yes, Belhassen?

- I think I know the suspect from the CCTV.

He's a salsa dancer, and gives lessons.

I'll find out where. - I think I have an idea.

Did you find your father's gift? - Are you making conversation now?

- Yeah, so we get to know each other.

- Yeah.

You're saying thank you, because I was right.

SALSA MUSIC IN DISTANCE

- Here. 'James Lopez.'

KNOCKS

LOUD SALSA

KNOCKS

MUSIC STOPS

LEILA: James Lopez? - Yes?

- Cmdr Belhassen and Cmdr Bonfanti, Valbonne Judicial Police.

- I guess I have to go with you?

- It makes our task much easier.

- Okay, let me put something on.

- We'll wait for you.

- You seem to know why you're here.

- I'm Adele Da Costa's lover,

and I'm being questioned about her husband's death.

- Come on, just a little confession, nothing at all. We good?

- Except I didn't kill anyone.

- Oh, not nice, we were almost there. JAMES: What a shame.

- Why were you at the Da Costas' that evening?

- Fabrice knew about Adele and me,

he kept harassing me by text.

It couldn't go on.

So I decided to go see if we could talk man to man.

- Great idea.

Two roosters, it's a total dream.

Chatting with the guy banging his wife.

- Well that's how I work, okay?

Adele's not his property, that's all I wanted to make clear.

- Da Costa wasn't receptive. - For real. No.

Yeah, he kept saying...

He kept saying that he was deputy mayor,

and that he would close my dance school.

- And so you killed him to prevent him from attacking your business.

- Not at all, I've killed no one, I told you.

I wouldn't kill anyone, I can't stand violence!

I left, I went back to the studio.

- 'Studio'? - Dance studio.

- And do you have anyone to confirm that?

- Not exactly...

I was alone and it was late,

no, I- I have no one to serve as an alibi.

I guess that's not good for me. - Well,

no, not at all.

Right. So...

DANCE SCHOOL

We didn't come this far just to search the studio, am I wrong?

- I don't think James is guilty.

He couldn't let himself be caught on CCTV at the Da Costas',

He'd come here to avoid them. He knew they'd be discovered.

So if he spent the evening here, someone must've seen.

This region has been a CCTV paradise since the

last election, it's impossible to remain unseen.

I need to know. - Pardon?

- Help me, grandpa.

LOUD TV

LEILA: (Yes!) CEDRIC: What's up there?

LOUD TV

- A webcam pointed directly at this location.

LOUD TV, DOG BARKS

- Well, it's not more police that's needed to secure the country,

if we're strong in concierges.

No, we'll go through there.

. . .

KNOCKING

LOUD TV

KNOCKING

ROSA: Yes?

- Hello!

Thank you for opening the door to us, Mrs Vachin.

- 'Miss.'

Come in.

- Thank you.

CARETAKER

ROSA: Sit.

You know,

I have a lot of respect for what you do.

Without you, I don't know what would become of this country.

- Can you tell us about the camera in the yard?

- It's completely legal.

I'm a member of V.V. V.V.?

The "Voisins Vigilants".* * NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH

I can tell you, the owners here are happy to be safe.

- You know, you can answer my colleague directly.

- Yes, yes...

- Uh- the camera, it records 24/7?

- Seven policemen is the bare minimum to prevent intrusions all the time.

It's terrible, but... pfff.

It's been like this since those people arrived.

LEILA: What people?

I'm curious.

- You well know. The Arabs.

- Pardon?

- Watch your words, Mrs Vachin.

- Well it's true! I know there are some good ones,

but, we have to tell it as it is.

They're still the cause of all this insecurity.

- And luckily you're here to protect the citizens

from this horde of savages, hmm?

CEDRIC: Tell me, Mrs Vachin-

- Everyone here calls me Rosa.

- (Tell me, 'Rosa.'

can we see what the camera recorded 48 hours ago?)

- You don't need to ask anything else?

- We're not in a film, Mrs Rosa.

And then, a citizen like you shouldn't

refuse a little helping hand from the police.

- Follow me.

This is it, it's over there.

So...

the files...

two days ago.

Hold on, I'll show you- - No, it's fine.

it'll be fine, we'll manage, thanks.

GRUMBLING - No, I- I- I-...

- Will you wait for us in the other room? - Well, no...!

- Yes, yes. SHE GRUMBLES

- We'll call you when we're done, all right?

Thank you, Rosa.

- Why didn't you support me when she-

- (So we'll say the other corner of the room.)

GRUMBLES

- She spouts racist horrors and you say nothing!

- She poisons herself with her fear and hatred of others.

Frankly... no need to add to it.

TYPING

We're going to see who was there at 4 pm.

The married woman.

- Dance class went well, apparently. . . .

. . .

- And here's the death.

- 8:22 pm,

that's before he went to Da Costa's. . . .

. . .

- 9:20 pm.

- He didn't lie. He came straight back after going to Da Costa's.

. . .

12:07 am.

- And at that time Da Costa was dead.

You're right, it's not him who killed him.

- No, but I'd rather I was wrong. We have to start from scratch.

- Fabrice Da Costa had no friends who could have killed him.

It's not a crime of passion, what do we look for now?

- Funny, you're not quite the same when you're sulking.

- I'm not sulking, I'm thinking.

Be careful with what you're going- - I'll stop.

I know a great little place to think. Come with me?

- Where is it?

- Your 'zens.* - Thanks, Marwann. * HEFEWEIZENS

Wait, let me introduce you to Cmdr Leila Belhassen.

- Nice to meet you.

How many commanders do you have in total?

- Well, you know what they say, right?

We're all crazy. - True words.

- It's not especially good management of our tax money.

- Who is that? - That's Marwann.

- Does he always exude so much joy?

- No no, he's often stony.

LAUGHS

Do you like challenges?

- It depends what they are.

- Making him smile. Are you game?

- Is this a hazing?

- I don't think so. SHE LAUGHS, MOBILE VIBRATES

SHE LAUGHS, MOBILE VIBRATES

- Yeah, Tao? - Cmdr Belhassen?

Are you with Cmdr Bonfanti? - Yes, I'm here. What's happening?

- A body, in Bouillides Park. It's ugly.

- Okay, on our way, send me the coordinates.

SIREN

- A jogger discovered it.

He's traumatized, he's being taken care of by the shrink.

TAO: The victim was burned alive. It's disgusting.

MUFFLED FORENSICS: This is a no brainer.

- And finally, a little touch of gore.

We found his severed ears, well, a little further along.

- Right. According to initial findings,

in light of the debris present around the body,

we can deduce this gentleman was burned here,

in his clothes.

Here we can clearly see the pants got caught on the muscle, visible there.

LEILA: Mafia?

- Huh?

- Da Costa was bound with barbed wire.

For mafiosos it's the highest sentence.

The severed ears are Mafia, same with the burning.

When 'negotiations' are hard, it means he'll listen more.

Oh yeah? Calabrians and Russians are working in Valbonne?

- No, but our killer may have been inspired by the Mafia.

- Do you think the same guy killed Da Costa and this body?

- It's a theory, yeah.

- Well, if you're right...

- We'll be in the shit.

- I agree.

OFFICER: Good morning, Commander.

- Hey, Belhassen.

The body we found yesterday at Bouillides, it's him.

Osni Arfi, 81-years-old.

I'm afraid it's a serial killer, let's get moving.

Find anything on the rest of the biography?

- So we're getting in the same car like normal people?

- Come on, it's a win.

MRS ARFI: At his age... At his age!

INDISTINCT

DOOR CLOSES LOUDLY

- Oh, my boy! - Here, mom...

INDISTINCT

- I came as fast as I could. I don't understand, how this is possible?

- I can't imagine your pain, madam.

We will do everything to understand what happened.

- But, for that we need to know who your father was.

Did he have any enemies- - My father never did anything wrong. Okay?

CEDRIC: Was he Harki?

- Yes. And proud to be so.

- His body was found in Bouillides Park,

where the Valbonne Harkis were sent upon their arrival from Algeria.

- My father would never have wanted me to show you these photos.

But I want the police to know.

Take a look at how France welcomed them in '62.

The poverty, the madness, the disease.

Shameful!

And nobody cared.

My father didn't deserve to die like a dog.

- We'll find the one who did this to him, I promise you.

INDISTINCT

- (Thank you.)

HE MURMURS

CEDRIC: Do you understand what she said as we were leaving?

- She was sure she would die.

- Do you speak Arabic well? - No, only about 10 phrases,

I never spoke it a lot.

You remember—?

—Da Costa was to attend the Harkis tribute ceremony.

He donated the memorial marker. - So it's not Calabrians or Russians.

The link is the Harkis, maybe not only veterans.

That would make it a shame.

- But Harki history goes back over 60 years.

Why now? MAKING CALL

- Tao? - Yes?

I need you to quickly get everything you can

about the Harkis in Valbonne. - Exactly, Commander,

I just going to call you.

A ton of Muslim graves were desecrated last night.

The tags are anti-Harki.

- On our way.

RADIO CHATTER

So the killer is giving us his motive.

He's a racist bastard.

LEILA: What far-right groups do we have in the area?

- We shouldn't limit ourselves to the extreme right.

- Isn't this enough indication?

- Do you know about Harki history? LEILA: Oh, yeah...

Just that they fought with the French army during the Algerian war.

There you go. They made enemies of everyone.

The OAS, the extreme right that defended French Algeria,

as well as the FLN, the independentists who they saw as traitors.

- So, for you these tags are either by fascists

disguising themselves as FLN, or by FLN nostalgics

using swastikas to manipulate us. CEDRIC: Yeah.

- The history of French Algeria and...

and treatment of the Harkis always unleashes passions and hatred.

- Canvass the area.

The smallest suspicious nugget becomes evidence.

Above all, all the while respecting the souls present.

- Obviously.

FORENSICS: ...the ground from the entrance

to where the desecration is, please.

DEATH TO THE HARKIS

- You all right?

Were you close to your father ?

- He was a funny guy.

It was always complicated between us.

Even if over the years we ended up getting closer.

He was 3 years old when he came to France.

but he always remained very attached to his country.

He passed on to me his love of Italy.

- You were there the last few months, right?

- Well, he was buried where he was born.

It was a very important trip for me, it was very moving.

I didn't know the Italy of my ancestors, and I regret it.

I regret not having asked him questions while he was here.

I miss him.

At my home, our history, it's taboo.

It's as if what my father experienced in Algeria had never happened.

He talks about the Harkis, the war,

but I don't really know anything about it.

- Commanders! Come see!

The paint artiste forgot something.

It was nice of him, he left a little gift.

TAO: Thanks.

Who can explain what this is?

- Thanks.

- Wait for me!

BACKGROUND CONVERSATIONS

DETECTIVE: Yesterday morning, I called them.

FILM PROJECTOR MECHANISM

NARRATOR: ...caught between the whole of

an Algeria which was chasing them away

and a France that had forgotten them.

The Harkis have been living for almost two years

in hastily set up makeshift camps,

in an old hamlet abandoned by misery. DOOR OPENS & CLOSES

Far from the conveniences of modern life,

the uprooted are trying as best they can

to rebuild life here in Valbonne.

Considered traitors in their native Algeria,

they fled with their wives and children in hopes of-

LEILA: It was here in Valbonne.

I didn't even know.

- ...this France for which they fought, and in life-

The discussion you want,

we don't have a say.

- ...so unfortunately the reality will be quite different

for those who are lost to history.

CEDRIC: Don't underestimate him.

Take it from an old Commander.

- He's still a baby.

- A baby who joined the army at 17,

and got thrown out at 21 for violence.

An ultra-nationalist activist since.

What Baby Gerard are you talking about?

He must have used a gun before he could walk.

- All these beautiful people walk freely in our streets.

There he is.

- Most of them got serious 3 months ago,

so they could cause trouble in a protest.

When I think about my daughters...

- I would love to meet them.

- Who?

My daughters? SHE LAUGHS

Don't say anything.

I think he's taking off.

MOTORCYCLE ENGINE STARTS

- We're busted.

- I've seen parades that were more discreet.

What are you doing? - Acting.

MOTORCYCLE REVS, SPEEDS OFF

Seriously?

- Go through there.

Don't go alone!

Tao? We're in Valmasque,* send backup. * A PARK

BREATHING HARD

. . .

LEILA: Come on, enough of this bullshit!

In 5 minutes there'll be cops everywhere!

You don't want to be target practice,

I advise you to come out right now!

SHE YELLS

- Don't move.

NICOLAS: What's she going to do with that gun?

She'll shoot?

- My gun won't shoot, no.

On the other hand,

the Italian will hit you. HE INHALES QUICKLY

ITALIAN - Hi!

IMPACT, THUDDING

- You pack a punch!

- You're not bad either.

Get up, you.

SIreN

LEILA: Anything to say? - What's the point?

With you, guys like me are always guilty.

- And what are guys like you?

- Patriots.

- Oh, clearly.

Guys like you defending the values of France, right?

- Yeah, exactly.

- By vandalizing the graves of Harkis?

- You know why the city is so keen to pay tribute to them?

- No. No, but you're going to tell us.

- Because we have become a country of crybabies.

We lost our honor,

our dignity. We apologize for everything now. Even our past.

It's because of people like you that we've reached this point.

SHE SNIFFS

LEILA: Fabrice Da Costa.

Onsi Arfi.

You and the Harkis have one thing in common.

He financed the commemorative marker.

And he had his name engraved on it.

He fought for France in Algeria.

- He's a traitor.

The only patriots were the OAS,

all the others are just traitors.

Double the first one, by the way.

I didn't kill anyone, but if I had burned this guy

I would be quite proud of it, believe me.

- Okay, I'm taking a break.

Assuming Nicolas Gérard killed Da Costa and Arfi,

he won't be anyone's problem for a long time.

- Yeah, but there are plenty of guys like that.

CEDRIC: Thanks, Marwann.

Did you forget the West Indian peanuts?

I haven't forgotten they're bad for my blood pressure.

- Very bad, even.

- You know what I do when I come home with this face?

I turn off my brain,

I turn the music up loud, and I dance!

Marwann! Play us some music!

Please.

You'll see, it'll do you a world of good.

CRACKS UP

Marwan! If we don't dance we'll die!

SHE LAUGHS

♪ ALGERIAN-INSPIRED INSTRUMENTAL POP ♪

. . .

DON CORLEONE IMPRESSION

Marlon Brando! The Godfather!

Usually everyone laughs.

. . .

COME ON, GET UP! GET UP!

LAUGHING

. . .

. . .

. . .

- Uh, what? No no no...

- Come on! Come on, live a little! - No no no, I never... Not in this life!

- I want you to go crazy! - No, I don't know how to dance.

You go on. - Come on, you'll be a superb dancer.

SHE LAUGHS

It's a little okay, right?

MARWANN!

TO THE ARAB PEOPLE!

CHEERING

LEILA, LUNA AND LOLA TALKING IN DISTANCE

. . .

CROSSTALK

LAUGHING

BOTH: Hey!

. . .

ITALIAN: Three women at the market.

- What did you say?

- 'Three women and it's a fair.' - Ah!

A very misogynist remark from a cop, very serious! LAUGHS

- Mmm, that makes you laugh.

. . .

How are you, survive the couch?

- You're using the informal 'tu' with me now?

How do you say, 'cooking brings people closer' in Italian?

ITALIAN: Hey, don't flatter yourself.

- What'd he say? - 'Don't get carried away.'

No, literally it was 'he doesn't excite you.' Basically,

in short, in this case, uh...

We're very happy you don't, because it will do dad good.

- Really? How so?

Well, when he went back to work, he was all weird.

- Me, weird?

- No, not weird, but...

He feels good partnering with you.

- Yeah I'm sort of his natural vitamin, you know?

'CALM DOWN' SOUND

LAUGHS

- But really, so what's the point of teaming up with my father?

- He's a great cop.

And I love his daughters.

You're lucky to have him as a father.

- You and your father get along? LAUGHS My father is my whole life.

MOBILE VIBRATES

Yes Tao? - Are you together!?

- No— yes, well, uh... we're in the same place.

So what's new?

- Forensics got fingerprints,

they found them on a gas can nearby.

They're not on file, but match ones we found at the Da Costa house.

- So that's hard confirmation?

- Yes.

- It's not Nicolas Gérard. - No.

- Shit.

He might be be charged with a violation of a grave,

but he'll get away with a suspended sentence, no more.

- No!

We'll charge him with rebellion,

hit-and-run, and insulting an officer.

Plus, premeditation, because we have him for the ceremony honoring the Harkis.

Above all, we're going to prove he belongs to an organized extreme right gang,

so he'll be charged with a serious crime instead of a misdemeanor.

With his record, I'll be ruthless. I'll be merciless.

- Girl, you rock!

- I have to admit.

THEY CHUCKLE

- So now we have no culprits to forgive.

LEILA: So, we start from square one, all right?

From what we know, anti-Harki hate is the motive for the double murder.

The staging of the crimes echoes the torture

inflicted on those considered traitors during the Algerian war.

TAO: And went to great lengths.

The dismemberment, burning, throat cut, barbed wire.

Da Costa is believed to have been killed because

he was the one who donated the memorial marker,

and Arfi because he was Harki.

Now our goal is to find out if he was killed

because his name is on the memorial marker,

or for some other reason.

Over to you, Commander?

- To find out, we'll investigate all the

names of Harkis on the commemorative marker, mmm?

If they have any connections with Arfi,

if some have been threatened recently,

or simply intimidated by the extreme right.

- Are any of these people still living? - There are some left.

There were 32 families of veterans who came to Valbonne

after passing through the Rivesaltes camp. We'll have to contact all of them.

- So, to summarize, uh... You bring me this list,

I want a precise file on each of them,

we need to understand who the Harkis are.

And above all, you have to keep going, okay? Let's go.

- It's going pretty well.

- Yeah, I must admit.

- How come you know so much about the Harki?

- What did you think, my passions are computers and manga?

THEY LAUGH - No! But no!

- Cedric? - Yes, Collette?

- All the Harkis registered in Valbonne have names on the marker.

All but one.

- And?

Way to go.

- That's why I wanted to tell you about it before.

- What's up?

- 'Belhassen'?

What is this?

ANIS: He's not family!

- You can't be bothered to look at the photo?

- There's a lot of Belhassens.

But there are no traitors among us.

- 'Traitors'? That's what you call the Harkis?

- Oh, I might as well call them dogs!

- Dad, what's causing this?

Where has the tolerance you instilled in us gone?

ANIS: Why are you stirring all this up?

- I'm trying to understand, that's all!

You left Algeria because of the war, we never talk about it!

- Because there's nothing to say.

- (Dad.)

I have a madman killing people!

Because of the Harkis!

If you know anything that can help me stop him,

you have to tell me!

- I know nothing!

A Harki went and died here, so much the better.

That's all he deserves!

- How can you say that, it's horrible! - That's enough Leila!

Dad told you he knows nothing, leave him alone.

- You're not already involved in this too? What is this?

The shit!?

You can't ask questions in this family? Hey—

—talk to me! Shit!

- Stop it!

Don't you see that you're making him suffer?

- But why!

You know something.

You owe me the truth!

The silence is worse than anything!

- We don't owe you anything.

You don't feel the shame that I face with my colleagues,

not knowing my own history!

- Shame?

How can you speak to me about shame?

You know what shame is?

You know what I went through with your father back then?

A French woman, with an Arab? Can you use a little imagination?

No, no, you know nothing!

We fought our families!

Against all the idiots, to make them respect we were different!

Against those who humiliated us,

those who, who we all rejected, for you!

So you and your brothers could be proud of yourselves!

NO ONE gave us anything!

So you respect your father's silence!

DOOR OPENS

DOOR SLAMS

SOBS

. . .

. . .

SOBS

SCREAMS

COUGHS

MOBILE VIBRATES, TEXT ALERT

GULPS

UNKNOWN: THOSE WHO SURVIVED, SAVED FROM THE STORM,

SUFFER BITTER DAYS, WITHOUT JOY AND WITHOUT EXPECTATION.

(What is this stuff?)

MOBILE VIBRATES

. . .

STIFLES SOB Yes, Cedric? SNIFFLES

- What's up tonight? How are you? Where are you?

- On my way.

- Okay. Give me the address, we'll meet.

Are you sure you're okay?

- I'll be fine.

ENGINE STARTS

- What happened, Leila?

- Questions I think I shouldn't have asked.

- You want to take some time?

- Tomorrow.

- (Okay.)

We know more about your Belhassen.

He was born in Algeria in 1935.

He arrived in France in '62, and died 10 years ago of a heart attack.

He passed through the same Harki camp as Onsi Arfi.

Wait, this is where it gets interesting. Between '67 and '90

he worked as a gardener for the Da Costas.

Fabrice's father was his boss for over 20 years.

- So it's a direct link with our dead.

What are we doing here then?

- I think that Mireille, the Da Costa's housekeeper, didn't tell us everything.

BELL TOLLS

What do you think, deep down?

. . .

- That's all I have to offer you. - Thank you.

- I'm not usually here anymore.

Normally I live with the Da Costas.

- You don't go there anymore? - No.

No, Fabrice was like a son to me.

I spent more time with him than with my own children.

I can't imagine the house without him.

I don't want to go back anymore.

- And, if I say 'trees' and 'Belhassen,' does that mean anything to you?

- Tahar? Of course! Of course, we all knew each other.

In '70, when I was hired, he was already their gardener.

Oh, what a man...

Very honest, very discreet.

Look.

These were the people.

The Da Costas were so nice.

Oh, there's Tahar. And who's this?

Well, it's Claude,

he's Tahar's son.

- 'Claude'? - Yes.

Tahar was crazy about him.

Hmm. He would have given his life for him.

Oh, he came with him on Wednesdays.

He was a great boy.

- Why was he named 'Claude'?

- At that time immigrants

thought that giving kids a French first name would make life easier.

My name is Cedric, not 'Ricardo.'

The Harkis didn't choose to leave Algeria, they were forced.

Algeria was French and, there wasn't necessarily a need to assimilate.

- Who knows what happened to them after the trial?

- The trial?

- Yes. In the 90s

Tahar had an accident while working.

So the Da Costas hired someone else, and

overnight he found himself out of work.

He sued the Da Costas in court,

for compensation and every little thing.

Fabrice was 18. He had a very bad experience

when Tahar took his father to court.

In the end I think they gave him a little bit of money, and then after that

Tahar and his son dropped out of sight.

- Fine. Thanks, thanks for your time, Mireille.

SIGHS

- What's going on? SHE SIGHS

- I received an anonymous text earlier.

Extremely poetic, a poem in homage to the Harkis.

Why did they send it to you? I don't understand.

- Give me your phone, I'll see if I can trace it.

- Thank you.

- (What is going on?

We've done all the checks.)

- (Don't worry. We'll find him, hmm?)

- (Thank you, Cedric.)

- Where are we with the kid's photo?

- We're on it, I'll see how things look today.

No trace at the town hall, no one knows what happened to him.

I had him put on the wanted list.

- And the Tahar Belhassen trial?

- The housekeeper was right, it was a big deal at the time.

Yes, in the '90s, an Arab filing suit

against a powerful family— you can imagine.

The Da Costas were accused of racism all over the region,

and Fabrice couldn't handle it.

- Let me guess—

—he took revenge by not putting Tahar's name on the marker.

- That's all of it.

- Really lovely people, the Da Costas— as Mireille would say.

So, for you Tahar's son Claude could be the culprit?

- I don't know, but yeah, it's possible.

- If it is, why is he part of the Arfi matter?

Ending up with one of me on this case isn't enough.

LAUGHS

- At least two! . . .

- I have to say.

. . .

LEILA: Have you found something traceable on the phone?

- Sorry Commander, it's untraceable,

sent from a computer with a VPN, so, encrypted.

- Can you come to the screening room?

I've finished aging the kid.

COLLETTE: Aging doesn't take deformations into account—

—diseases, accidents, or if you have surgery.

But we can imagine all the changes to the face by 50 years old.

It gives us this.

KEY PRESS

- Oh fuck.

- (That isn't...)

LEILA ON PHONE: Okay.

Thanks for your help.

That was the Civil Status Center.

Claude Belhassen changed his first name 35 years ago, now he's called Marwann.

- To think I have breakfast there every morning.

How could we have missed it?

- My search focused on Tahar.

The son's name change isn't in the file, it was impossible to make the link.

TAO: I just had the town hall.

3 weeks ago a guy came to ask why he hadn't received

an invitation to the commemoration of the marker.

When they told him his father's name wasn't on it, he went crazy.

- That still doesn't explain the link with the death of Onsi Arfi.

- That's true.

CEDRIC: Shit, he isn't there.

We need backup at his house.

SIREN

. . .

POUNDING

CEDRIC: Marwann! Open up! It's Bonfanti!

RAPPING

Open up! Don't be stupid!

FORCING DOOR

. . .

STAIRS CREAK

. . .

. . .

TAO: It's clear.

- He's reproduced living conditions in the camp.

CEDRIC: Look at this.

- What do we know about Marwan's mother? TAO: Nothing.

It says 'widower' in his civil status record, but nothing else.

MOBILE VIBRATES, TEXT ALERT

- It's him.

'In this fight the son comes to join the father,

although a brother sometimes stands against a brother.'

There's the motive.

He's fighting in place of his father, that's why he's doing it.

- 'Although a brother sometimes stands against a brother,' what does it mean?

OVERWROUGHT BREATHING

TAO: What is it?

LEILA: I don't believe it.

- What, what is it?

- This boy, it's my father!

DOOR BANGS - Keep searching.

Let me know if you find something.

FLOWING WATER

. . .

ANIS TRIES TO SPEAK

SIREN

LEILA: Hello, mom? MARI-LOU: Honey?

- Yeah. Are you with dad? - He's out.

- He's gone? Where?

- Where he usually goes fishing.

What's going on? You sound stressed, is there a problem?

- No, no, I'm not stressed, everything's fine. Fine.

Uh, I have to let you go, okay?

- Yes. Love you, honey.

- Yeah, love you mom.

(My father's gone fishing.) He has his special place.

We have to find my father before Marwann. He's next on the list.

. . .

It's my father's car!

. . .

CEDRIC: LEILA! NO!

ANIS PRAYING IN ARABIC

. . .

MARWANN: Saying your prayers? . . .

. . .

When you burned all those Harkis with lime, with your little FLN buddies,

god didn't spare them!

If your late brother had fallen into your hands,

you'd have killed him too! - Marwann!

Back away from my father!

- No more.

You'll no longer recognize your father!

- Why him?

- See, that's the problem. You make me laugh.

I don't know who I am. You don't know who your father is.

Actually, you don't even know who you are!

It's all Anis's fault.

- I did... what I had to do!

- YOU CUT MY FATHER OFF FROM HIS FAMILY!

DO YOU CALL THAT A LITTLE BROTHER'S DUTY?

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h- Marwann!

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h- Marwann! Back away!

We'll both talk quietly, all right? - It's too late.

When I went to talk to him, to understand,

to try to save what was left of our family,

he refused to see me.

- Dad, what is he talking about?

- When my father died,

I told myself that, with time, he would agree to make peace.

To meet me,

and we would remember HIS BROTHER TAHAR!

BUT HE THREATENED ME!

- Dad, is what he said true?

- Look at him! Look! You see your father's real face!

- DON'T FUCKING DO IT! DAD! - NO!

TELL YOUR DAUGHTER THE TRUTH!

My father was 8 years older than you.

He took care of your father all day.

But then war broke out in Algeria,

and my father sided with the Harkis,

and he treated him like spit!

He turned the whole family against us!

We were forced to leave Algeria

because we were in danger, DANGER FROM HIM!

MY FATHER WAS AFRAID WE'D GET HURT

BY HIS LITTLE FLN BUDDIES!

- Dad, that's why he left?

- Do you think he wanted to leave his country?

To live in a camp? Like a wretch?

He was made to look like such an outcast,

that he was forced to change his son's first name.

He named me 'Claude'!

'CLAUDE'!

DO YOU THINK HE WANTED TO SEE HIS WIFE

DIE BEFORE HIS EYES

BECAUSE HE COULDN'T GET TREATMENT

FOR HER TUBERCULOSIS?

WE HAD NO MEDICINE!

SO MY FATHER WENT TO THE BLACK MARKET!

But there was this bum,

a guy in town who detested my family!

INDISTINCT - and reported him!

My god.

- And that man was-

- PIECE OF SHIT!

Piece of shit Osni Arfi!

Piece of shit.

SOBBING - My god, Marwann!

- My father died in shame.

Forgotten. Impoverished.

That dead idea, that speaks of forgiveness?

I CAN'T FORGIVE!

IT'S EVEN HARDER NOW! - Marwann, look at me!

I understand everything you're saying but,

lower the bucket, I beg you!

But if he fought for France,

What did he get in return?

He lost his country, his family, his honor!

YOU TELL ME, WHAT DID HE GET IN RETURN!?

YOU SEE WHAT HE WAS GOING TO HAVE?

His name on that marker!

AND HE DIDN'T, ERASED BY THAT ASS DA COSTA!

NO PRIDE!

SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY

- Marwann! - WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?

I'LL KILL HIM, I HAVE NO HISTORY!

CEDRIC: HEY! SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY

SHOT

BREATHING HARD

- Ah...

CRIES

Yes, could you send me an ambulance?

Yeah, we have him.

- Hold on.

- Support it.

- Got it.

He thought he had hope all his life.

SNIFFLES

MAYOR: It is with a lot of emotion

that I have the honor of finally presenting to you the commemorative marker

honoring the Harki veterans of France.

Faithfulness, loyalty, pride, and dignity.

What are the forces that have driven and still drive

the Harki and all the former auxiliary troops?

France looks its history in the face,

when 60 years ago, on the other side of the Mediterranean,

the guns fell silent, it was a time of heartbreak,

and tragedy, for the Harkis and their loved ones.

For many, it was also a time of violence, and retaliation.

France abandoned its own sons,

who served loyally.

France broke its word,

its duty of protection,

and the reception worthy of its own fighters.

Aware of how our country has suffered alongside the Harkis,

on the path to justice, and healing.

Well, it's time.

APPLAUSE

MOBILE VIBRATES

ITALIAN: Yes? I can't talk right now.

I'm not home right now.

I'm not- okay, yes.

ANIS: Do you have news about Marwenn?

LEILA: Yes.

Knowing his father's name is finally on the marker is the end of it.

All he wanted was for us not to forget a second time.

- He'll get a lot, I guess.

- Life sentence and a minimum of 25 years.

He won't get out of prison alive.

- You know...

the FLN were like brothers.

I was taught to stop Tahar and the Harkis.

They threatened to kill me,

and all my family.

I too have to protect my loved ones.

Huh.

And coming to France,

I settled in the same town as him.

And found him.

One day,

I saw him on the other side of the street.

He didn't see me.

He looked...

I understood...

I didn't want to be at his side.

It was done, too much time had passed.

And then... I met your mother.

And started a family.

I wanted to dedicate myself to this new life,

and erase the old one.

- Why did you never tell us?

A notion to discuss it all together, to listen,

understand your choices.

- Yeah.

Yes, I should have told you my story, yes.

But I thought...

it was necessary to forget the past.

The important thing?

There isn't a day I don't see my brother, a kid,

playing with apricot pits in the street.

It's been 60 years,

that I've been living with my ghosts.

All but dead, and full of sorrow.

My girl.

- What would you have done in his place?

It's one hell of a complex story.

Everyone made their choices according to their conscience.

- I forgive him, obviously.

I think it'll take time.

There's a nice Italian proverb that goes,

ITALIAN: 'a door closes, a door opens.'

- 'One door closes, the other opens.'

- There you go, that's the ticket. THEY LAUGH

Thank you,\h\h\h\hITALIAN: my friend.

- Shall we go, Commander? - All right.

- So is it true that you'll have two police commanders in Valbonne?

- A first for this this very special region!

Your father and I are making history.

- He's improbable to the last.

- We're badass, it's going to be great.

- 'Badass'? Did you teach him to say that?

LAUGHING

LOLA: Oh, I think it's someone for you, dad.

- (Hey! I'm the one who invited her.)

- Collette! - The door was open...

- No, come in! It's- it's-

- This is something amusing. - Thank you! Sit down, this is so nice.

- Thanks. And this is for you. - Thank you!

LOLA: Do you want something? - A drink would be nice.

- I guess I'll...

COLLETTE: That's how it works! THEY LAUGH

THEY LAUGH

CEDRIC: Yeah, yeah.

- He needed to relax.

- Yeah, yes, you'll see.

- This is how you can translate proverbs at the station.

LAUGHS "Sì, grazie."

- I'll teach you Italian.

CROSSTALK

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