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Joseph Malongo wishes you
a quick recovery, Colonel.

- Mum? It's done.
- Good.

What is it you need to be forgiven for?

I know my mum. Buying her
with all your money won't last.

Any woman between 20 and 25
should do.

300,000.

You're asking me to eliminate
some unrelated stranger.

Of course, Samuel.
Who would refuse that?

I'm not 100 % sure,
but I think I've seen a ghost.

- Someone's spotted the idiot.
- There's no way.

I hope you're right, otherwise...
we're in trouble.

I put out a contract
on her two years ago.

And you're telling me this bitch
started a new life...

...after tearing mine to shreds?
Kill her.

And this time,
I want to see her corpse.

THE HUNTER

Don't move or I'll shoot.

Start the car and take
the first turn on the right.

"ALICE SONNEVILLE"

Why would you shoot my wife down?

There's a misunderstanding.
I took her for someone else.

Who?

A poker player who got into
a lot of trouble a while ago.

Where did you spot her?

- In a game room?
- Yes.

- You're working for Franck Peszynski?
- Yes.

- He thought she'd gotten killed.
- I know.

I was given the contract
he put out on her.

Can you see how embarrassing
this situation is for you and me?

If you kill me, Franck
will hire someone else.

We'll find a way. I'll call him
and tell him I got it wrong.

You can do better than this.

Grab your phone.

Franck, Boivin calling. I...

I've lost the girl...
at Roissy airport.

She was with her son
and took off to Cuba.

- You catch a plane and follow her.
- To Cuba?

- What do you think?
- All right.

Listen carefully. If you lose track
of her, I won't forgive you.

Please. Don't kill me.
I won't say a word.

I know... but it's about my wife.

Mum? I'll need our cleaners' help.

Lauren? It's me.
Sorry, but I just got out of court.

I know, I said I'd be back early,
but the judge won't let go.

Me, too. See you in a bit.

THOMAS SONNEVILLE, PUBLISHER

It all started when I turned down
a young writer's manuscript.

Too tacky, I thought.

Alice, my wife, convinced me
to rewrite parts of it.

But this meant spending time
with the author. A lot of time.

- Well, I see.
- Alice was right to choose her.

Cerise really has the skills.

But this wouldn't have happened
if my wife hadn't been so insistent.

Of course, Mr. Sonneville.
I understand.

Sack me, kick me out of my apartment,
it feels over the top, don't you think?

On the other hand, haven't you heard
that you can't put a price on love?

I haven't done all of this
to start over again.

I've never fancied
living in maid's rooms.

So, let me understand.
Your wife wants a divorce.

Is it something
you contemplated yourself?

Very briefly.

Divorcing would mean forgetting
about the publishing house...

...she inherited from her father.

It also means splitting everything
in two, our house in Cabourg...

...our St-Germain apartment,
our pied-à-terre in Porto-Vecchio.

The loss is estimated at between
8 and 12 million euros.

And some things can't be shared.

I don't want to have to choose
between a Bonnard and a Vuillard.

And what about the Spleen de Paris
manuscript? Shall we tear it up?

I understand, so well.

Working your whole life to end up
in such an extreme situation.

Well, I guess you already know about
our rates for separation procedures.

250,000 euros.

I was told 200,000 euros.

50,000 extra for not having to choose
between a Bonnard and a Vuillard.

- What a relief it would be, right?
- Right.

Remember that guy following you?
His name is Jérôme Boivin.

He's been sued several times
for sexual harassment.

He even went to prison for rape.

- Really?
- Don't worry.

I let his parole officer know,
his parole is about to get suspended.

- How do you know all that?
- It doesn't matter.

He said he spotted you
in a poker club.

- What happened to you?
- Someone tried to kill me.

- Do want to go to the police?
- And tell them what?

That I can't pay
my gambling debts back?

How much do you owe them?

- You promised me, Lauren.
- I relapsed once, only once.

- Why would I believe you now?
- Hug me, please.

I know I messed up.

But if I managed to hold on
for so long, it's thanks to you.

I won't get on my knees.

I hate it when you're in such a rush.

- You'll need to control yourself.
- I had no choice.

You still had it not so long ago.
Do you realise the risks we take for her?

- At least, I got rid of the threat.
- Do you want to hear Peszynski's tape?

He literally hates your wife's guts.

He won't hear from Boivin for a few days
and next? He'll come to Paris

and ask me for an explanation.

The killer in charge betrayed you,
vanished and is unreachable. Period.

Who would believe such a thing?

Why on earth did you need
to have a crush on this whore?

Stop it! Stop saying this.

I'll take care of Peszynski.

Take 50,000 off my next contract
for the cleaners.

60,000, friend.
Everything's going up... here.

What is it this time?

Amicable divorce
due to premature death.

100% natural.

I hope you'll manage
to control yourself this time.

THEIR SUCCESS STORY

BOOK FAIR
LARGE CROWDS

PUBLISHERS OF THE YEAR
WITH FOUR BOOKS RANKED IN TOP TEN

LARGE CROWDS AT
THE ÉDITIONS DU MIROIR STALL

CERISE LAVIGNE,
AN UNEXPECTED OUTSIDER TAKES IT ALL

Since you're here, could you ask Thomas
to come and take his things away?

Listen, if you have something to tell him,
call him. I'm aware of the situation.

I shouldn't have come here.
I'd better leave.

Please stay.

Sorry. I thought it would be easier for
me to talk about your manuscript but...

To be honest, I don't have much
to say about what I've read.

- Well...
- Don't get me wrong.

I really like it. There would only be
a few changes that I can think of.

- To publish it?
- Of course.

You being my husband's lover
doesn't mean I'll let you go.

- I'm surprised to hear that.
- I've just realised I shouldn't let...

...private matters
interfere with others.

- You're all right?
- I am.

What about meeting on Friday
to wrap it all up?

Okay.

As I'd do anything to be forgiven,
you'd better take advantage.

Promise me you'll never
gamble again instead.

I promise.

- See you on Friday.
- Bye.

Samuel?

I haven't done
too great either, lately.

So, since this is promise time,
I'll make sure it won't happen again.

Shall we order?

I'll park.

Arthur.

- You remembered?
- Uh... yeah.

- You're shitting me?
- That's all I got.

- From such posh parents?
- I told you, he's not my real dad.

- He doesn't give me crap.
- Do you want us to fuck you up?

I want 200 euros tomorrow, okay?

And that... is mine now.

Tomorrow.

So weird! You live around here?

Yes, I just moved in.

- Charlotte.
- Lauren. And here's where I live.

My flat is right across the street.

It must have been,
like, two months now.

Separation stuff, anyway, long story.

I see. And how often do you jog?

Every day. Well, I'm trying at least
It helps to shrug it off. And you?

As much as I can, but it's more
a question of motivation for me.

- Maybe we could jog together?
- Yes, I'd love that.

- Tomorrow, 9:00 A.M.?
- Alright, nine o' clock.

- See you tomorrow.
- See you.

So, tell me more
about the Alice Sonneville case.

- What's your option?
- Suicide.

- Well, why not?
- Yes.

Her husband leaving for a younger girl.
It felt coherent.

Except that I followed her.
She didn't look that desperate.

- Maybe she's seeing someone, too.
- What about antidepressants, then?

Being dumped at her age probably
isn't that much fun. Anyway...

But to most people, divorce
plus tranquilisers equals depression.

Not too bad for a first act.

What did you cardiologist
prescribe after your first attack?

- Muscle something?
- Muscle relaxants, that's the one.

So awful! Sleeping all day,
I couldn't move.

I felt so dizzy, too.

- What are you thinking of?
- Second act.

Hey, where do you think you're going?

A good son stays with his mum
to make conversation

and say things like, "Mummy dearest,
is everything okay with your health?"

Sorry, Mum.
Is your heart okay?

As long as you don't break it.

Oh, I forgot. Yesterday,
I went jogging around the lake.

I came across a really friendly girl.
I come home and there she is again.

It turned out she lives just
across the street. Crazy, isn't it?

- And what's her name?
- Charlotte.

- Charlotte who?
- What's with the questioning?

I don't know.

- But we'll run together next time.
- Wait, you don't know her.

What's wrong with that?
For once, I've met someone friendly.

- Lock me up? Is that what you want?
- Okay, I'm sorry.

All this stuff with Boivin
went to my head, that's all.

You know what? Let's have her over for
dinner. We'll get to know each other.

- Hi.
- Good morning, honey.

- You slept well?
- Yeah.

Can you give me 200 euros?

Excuse me? 200 euros?

Easy for you to say.
He gets you everything you want.

- Don't use that tone with her.
- All right. Forget it.

At least, I've tried.

All right. I got to go.
I have a hearing.

Arthur?

Arthur?

Have you seen my jacket?
The one with loads of pockets?

No, I haven't.

And it's definitely not in my room.

- Tell me why you needed 200 euros.
- For nothing.

Arthur, it can't go on like this.
We need to talk.

- I have nothing to say. I'm fine.
- Talk to me. I don't recognise you.

Really? What about you?

You're trapped in your gilded cage,
bored to death.

So be a good girl and leave me alone.

THE_SLAYER
LAUREN DELAUNAY

Hi.

Here's an urgent mail
for Alice Sonneville.

- What's your name?
- You're quite direct, aren't you?

Sorry. Isn't working here a bit of a pain
with all these intellectual pricks around?

I'm sure they barely say hello.

I'll need a signature.

- Thank you. Can I use your bathroom?
- Sure, downstairs.

I had lunch yesterday with Cerise Lavigne
and she'll keep on writing for us.

I know how you all feel about that,
but I'm the one making decisions.

And, to be honest, that is the best
message I can send to my husband.

Any questions?

So, we have the usual ones,
literary reviews, cultural weeklies...

But what about going
for tabloids as well?

Yes, Chloé's right. Why not
take advantage of the situation?

Can you imagine?
"Alice Sonneville publishes...

...her husband's lover book
after sacking him." Perfect.

- I'm not too keen.
- You asked to think out of the box.

When it comes to sending a message,
you couldn't get any clearer.

- It's the fire alarm. What should I do?
- Call the fire brigade.

Firemen want us to evacuate.
They're on their way.

Get out, quick.
Are there people left inside?

BET 450

YOU'VE LOST $1,800
START AGAIN. LOG OUT

Shit.

- Hi, Lauren. Am I bothering you?
- Samuel's not here.

Yes, I'm all right, thanks. And you?

So, you've been gambling again?

Samuel told you?

Any man can replace his wife
but he'll always keep his mother.

Since you're so into sayings,
here's another one for you.

Any man sleeps with his wife,
not with his mother.

Please spare me any more details.

When you crashed into my son's life,

I investigated a bit, of course.

Before him, there was Peszynski.
Franck Peszynski.

You used your charm on him
so that he'd lend you a lot of money.

Money you haven't
been able to give back to him.

That's not quite what happened,
but I don't need to explain myself.

I've never hidden anything from Samuel.
He even paid back what I owed.

But he probably forgot to mention,
part of the debt could not be repaid.

The one that made this poor Peszynski
unable to ever walk again.

Now, tell me. This guy lends you
a huge amount of money.

And in exchange, you turn him
into a paraplegic?

Don't you remember pushing him?

No way, he was about to rape me.
I didn't let him, that's all.

Right, I'm so sorry. Really, Lauren.

Of course, you didn't want to.
Of course, you're a victim.

Same with gambling. Once you're hooked,
there's nothing you can do about it.

But I'm not reproaching you.
Hold on. Here.

Now is your chance. Can you imagine
how much you could bet with all that?

So seize the opportunity.
Catch the first plane to Vegas.

And disappear from our lives!

Since when do whores refuse money?

Because that's what you are. A whore.

- Everyone but my dumb son knows it.
- Get out of my house.

I'll never let you shatter my boy's life
like you did Peszynski's.

How much for you to leave him?
Name your price and you'll have it!

Go fuck yourself. I love Samuel
and I'll never leave him.

What's going on? She's dying here.
Do something.

Call for help, quick!

- Very punctual, as always.
- As always.

It's been a pleasure
dealing with you.

Here. I did all I could
with what I had in store.

But here's quite a comprehensive body
of blood disorders on the market.

Hepatitis...

Leukaemia...

Tropical diseases...

Pick one you like.

And my respect to your mother.

How long have you been
on antidepressants?

Three, four months.

Nine-five. Not good.

- How many magic pills a day?
- Six. Sometimes more.

This could explain dizziness.

What's more worrying is
this feeling of muscle cramps...

...and, above all,
how tired you feel.

I'll ask for more detailed
blood tests.

Nothing worth mentioning
when it comes to your life?

An up and coming divorce
after nearly 20 years together.

A crazy job, but... I manage.

Your consciousness manages, which
doesn't mean your body does.

- You're scaring me.
- Precisely.

Doctors said she needs
a lot of rest. Go easy on her.

Get rid of her.

Mum...

Leave me alone!

Come back here!

- Leave me alone!
- It can't go on like this!

It's okay. Calm down.
Everything's all right.

- Don't worry, she'll pull through.
- I know.

- She always does.
- Why didn't you tell me about Peszynski?

- Tell you what?
- That he's paralysed because of me.

Who told you that?

Natacha did.

This guy is scum.

Don't feel guilty for him.

CLINICAL LABORATORY

Mr. Peszynski, it is so nice of you
to pay me a visit.

There was no rush, really.

But your assistant assured me
you had completely recovered.

My time has not come yet.
How have you been since last time?

Since our last case... Lauren Laccan.

Who's resting with a bullet
in her head in the sea at Port-Cros.

So I thought.

Until one of my assistants thinks
he found her in a gaming room.

- Impossible.
- Same looks, same game rituals.

- Disturbing, isn't it?
- But not much, is it?

I hope your assistant gave you
something a little more consistent.

My reputation is at stake, Franck.

The problem is this woman
supposedly took off to Cuba.

And my assistant in charge of finding
her has been AWOL for three days now.

But I'm bothering you now.

We'll continue this conversation
when you feel better.

Two possibilities. Either I've been
fooled by an employee, which I doubt about.

Or your assistant came up with this
nonsense to get more money from you.

Maybe.

But if he's right and this woman
actually is Lauren Laccan...

...you'll have to live up
to your contract.

Plus, as an extra, the head of the killer
in charge of executing her.

Well... without a doubt.

- But I'll need some proof.
- Don't worry about it.

No, you know. He was saying
he wasn't ready, that we had to wait.

The truth is he just didn't want any.
That's why we broke up.

- You got kids?
- Yes, a son. Arthur.

- How old is he?
- Nearly 14.

- And he can't stop provoking me.
- That's normal. Adolescent crisis.

Rebelling against your parents
can be good sometimes.

It helps with affirming who you are.

- You sound like a shrink.
- Probably because I am.

Would you come for a drink later?

You got what I asked for?

It won't happen again.

You heard me?

You've got balls for a little fag.

Vittali's coming.

What's going on here?

Nothing.
We're just fooling around, that's it.

I'm tired of hiding, Charles.
We've wasted enough time as it is.

There's no rush. Thomas would take
advantage of the situation.

Wait for both our divorces to be granted
and I swear we'll make up.

- If I've got enough left.
- Don't be so dramatic.

Let's wait for your test results.
Everything will be fine.

Please stop.
You've already had too many today.

- Don't worry.
- I won't.

- Lauren told me you're a shrink.
- Nobody's perfect.

- Public or private?
- Mainly locum work, nowadays.

- Which hospital?
- It depends.

- I hope I'll have my own office.
- Arthur?

You could at least come
and say hello.

- Hello.
- Hi.

My son in all his splendour.

Right, I'll go get us a bottle
of champagne from the cellar.

- Hello?
- Lauren, Vladimir calling

I'm hosting quite an event tonight
with two world champions.

- The blind is 10,000. You're in?
- No.

- You can't do that to me.
- I've decided to quit gambling.

All the more reason. A perfect way
for the Slayer to bid farewell.

I'll save you a seat.
See you tonight.

What?

Arthur?

Do you think I'm stupid?
Where's the rest of it?

- I don't have a clue.
- Stop right there.

- Does Samuel know you're gambling?
- Answer me.

What did you do with it?
Why would you need so much money?

What's the point in replying?
Everybody's lying here anyway.

You'd be better keeping an eye
on your man's job instead.

Can't you see he's flannelling us?

DIAGNOSIS OF ACUTE LEUKAEMIA

Who are you?

Your husband's left...

You're dying of leukaemia and your
lover will never leave his wife.

In a way, I'm here to help you.

MY LOVE, I RECEIVED THE TEST RESULTS

MY LOVE, I RECEIVED THE TEST RESULTS.
THIS IS HOPELESS. FORGIVE ME. ALICE.

Alice, it's me.
Please, don't do anything stupid.

Call me quick. I love you.

It's me. She just came out.

I think he's being a bit careful,
but everything's fine with her

All right