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So?

Please. No.

I'm begging you. Sleep.

Come on.

Fuck!

What would have happened to Léo?

-You wanted this kid, dammit! -Stop shouting!

-You're a piece of shit! -Stop shouting!

For God's sake, I can't think!

Look at it! Look at the fucking state here!

-You're such a fucking druggie, Dimitri. -Shut up!

-You wanted him! You wanted this! -Shut the fuck up.

-You shut up, yeah? -You're the one that's changed, not me.

What you gonna do, you fucking waster!

Just shut up!

Shut up! Fuck! There are toys everywhere!

How am I supposed to work? You piss me off! For fuck's sake!

That's what you wanted. You wanted me to get angry.

You want to be a victim. Well, there you have it. Are you happy?

This is your fault. You're a piece of shit. You're nothing.

You're nothing without me!

I know you love Léo.

That's why you have to sign.

She's right, you know.

We tried.

But it was a losing battle.

I just understood that sooner than you did.

I mean, after what you did to me,

I believe that it's about time you went to prison, don't you?

Don't listen to that profligate.

You know why you did what you did.

You were protecting your son.

You've always protected your son.

UNDER A DARK SUN

Well, it's definitely more enjoyable negotiating with you than your father.

What can I say?

He wasn't curious enough to take an interest in all my talents.

Good to know humility doesn't weigh you down, huh?

-No, sorry. I have a plane to catch. -Just stay a little longer, who cares?

-We could go for a walk, I can show you… -No. I gotta stop you there, Romeo.

You and I aren't a thing.

It was just a quid pro quo, okay?

Hmm?

Oh! And… we agree that…

this whole secret heir thing has definitely been settled, right?

No more surprises?

-For sure. -Great.

See you, Romeo.

Bye.

Grasse Police, how can I help?

-Good morning, detective. -Hello.

I'm listening.

Yeah, are you handling the Lasserre case?

Yeah, why?

We've just received an anonymous phone call.

What did they say?

They said, that the murder weapon is at Alba Mazier's place.

Okay, thanks.

Noor?

Hey, have you heard from Noor? She won't answer.

-I was meant to see her last night. -Noor? This is Valentin, I'm coming in.

She must have left, none of her stuff's here.

-No, something's happened. -What makes you say that?

Because she was gonna tell me who killed Arnaud.

-What? -Oh, yeah of course.

-And Madeline McCann too, yeah? -Are you serious?

-What's your problem? -Enough with the drama.

Seasonal workers quit all the time.

Let's go.

Do you believe she would just up and go? Without saying anything?

-Come on. We're gonna be late. -Samira?

-Are you coming with us? -No.

Oh, of course, I'm an idiot.

You're not an employee anymore. You're a boss now.

You'll have to explain that to us some time.

Alba!

I saw her the other night.

Noor was in a black car that I know belongs to the family.

It was the one the boss' son always drives.

With the broken light at the front.

You saw Mathieu drive off with Noor in the middle of the night?

Nope, I didn't say that.

Early one morning,

I saw the boss' car dropping Noor home.

Wait, where do you think she'd go? Do you have an idea?

Uh, no. I tried to talk to her but it seemed…

like she was too scared to speak.

Okay, come on.

If you're really worried about Noor, you should speak to the police.

Not to her.

Ah, you're a hypocrite. You know that's not possible, uh!

No papers?

Noor and I came through the same procedure.

If I go to the police, they'll send me right back.

Okay, listen to me. We're going to find Noor, okay?

-I promise. -Okay.

You all right?

What are you doing?

-Activating your circulation. -Mm.

-It's good for migraines. -Mm.

-Did the physiotherapist teach you that? -Mm-hmm.

What was her name again?

-Magali. -Oh, yes, that was it.

Ma-ga-li.

Pretty, but not so bright.

That's always been your problem.

Attractive, easy things.

What can I say, Mama? No one holds a candle to you.

-Mm. -Mm-hmm.

Oh, shit!

-Ah! -What?

I missed the Euromillions.

Two hundred million.

Can you imagine?

Who cares about the lottery?

I've found a solution that might get us another chance with Omar.

Oh?

What did you do?

I… I asked nicely.

Ah. You asked nicely?

I don't believe you.

You know, I…

I understand…

your anger towards Dad.

Everything you do, you do for us. Without you, this place…

It would have collapsed a hundred times by now.

Why do you say that?

No reason.

I just wanted to.

Let me worry about this place.

Let me do it all.

You're not working this morning?

Yeah. First, I'm taking you to Manon's.

Wait, is she your lawyer or my babysitter?

-She's a friend, and she's helping us. -A friend? But we don't even know her!

Hey! Léo, why are you being such a pain this morning?

Is it true that you killed your boss?

Who told you that? Béatrice?

Don't believe anything that woman says.

Did you do it?

Do you think I'm capable of that?

You've never owned a weapon or shot someone?

-Even in self-defence? -Léo, look at me.

Never. Hey.

Never.

Do you believe me?

I believe you, Mum.

Fuck's sake.

Mathieu.

Mathieu, where were you this morning?

We were meant to make a decision about you-know-what.

Mathieu, come back!

Hey! Hey, Valentin, what's this carnage?

I saw it this morning, just like everyone else.

No, I mean field security's supposed to be your job, huh?

This is about your inheritance war, yeah? Nothing to do with me.

Sort it out yourselves.

What, are you on the girl's side now?

I bet you're hoping to profit from all this mess we have!

-You're mad. -I'm mad? Then you're fired!

Your brother's quite the boss.

Look, if I have to, I'll tell you one more time.

You're fired.

Why don't we see what the boss thinks.

There's only one boss here!

And that's me!

Do you know why I was hired?

Because someone has to do your job. Because you're an incompetent daddy's boy.

And if you hadn't been his son, you'd have been fired years ago.

-Not true. Stop it! Shut up! -Stop! What the fuck is with you, huh?

This is your last day here.

Tonight, get your pay cheque… and get outta here.

Come on!

Get back to work!

Hello?

I met your dad.

You know, his relentless opinion of you almost had me feeling sorry for you.

Right, "almost".

Takes a lot of courage, Alba.

Raising a child alone.

But you did get yourself into that situation

by getting rid of his dad.

I'm not sure what Thierry's come up with, but I had nothing to do with it.

I was found innocent.

They couldn't prove it.

It's amazing how history repeats itself.

Hello?

Is that your thing?

You murder toxic dads?

Right. Go fuck yourself.

I'll search the bungalow.

You follow them.

Okay.

So what was all that with Valentin?

Let's talk before we fire our main employee, shall we?

Lucie, apart from the accounts, what can you do on this estate?

Pardon?

You've never picked a single flower.

-Because I have allergies, Mathieu! -Stop it.

If this were a pig farm, you'd have pork allergies.

You spent years in that office

waiting for Mum and Dad to make every decision, and now what?

You… You decided to run the estate with me?

But I do plenty around here.

You've never managed to make a decision without help.

As you proved with what you did last night.

Of course I came to see you last night before reporting Mum to the police.

Our lives are a bit of a mess at the moment.

Is that really what you want to do?

You want to denounce Mum, huh?

I don't want to but it's what's right.

-She murdered him. -She sacrificed her life for him.

And what love did he ever show her?

-A secret child and debt? -I can't believe you'd defend her.

You've got a real problem, haven't you? You've gotta cut the cord.

There… There is no cord. I'm protecting our family.

I want the weapon.

Why so aggressive, Lucie?

A weapon?

What weapon?

What story have you invented this time round?

Lucie……the liar.

Remember?

"Lucie the Liar", that's what people used to call you in school.

Careful. That kind of reputation can…

stick to someone.

-So, the weapon? -I get it, just…

-What have you done? -Nothing. I just…

Returned to sender. That's all.

Safe to say, that girl murdered Arnaud.

No one else.

Her name's Noor and she hasn't got papers.

That's all I know.

You need to help me find her.

Hmm.

Dimitri Ravel. What was your plan, huh?

Not to tell me?

Did you guys all plan to piss me off today, or what?

I tell everyone you're not a murderer. I've risked my job for you,

and now I hear you've already been suspected of murder?

It's in the fucking past! Don't worry about it.

I am worried!

Did you kill him, yes or no?

He was a druggie, he got high and fell, all right?

I was sleeping in the room next door with Léo.

Does Léo know that though?

He was twenty-five. I was sixteen.

We thought we were Bonnie and Clyde.

I had no idea that the love of my life was just some junkie who'd brainwashed me…

And I'm not getting over it.

So, how do I tell my son that?

You're hiding the truth from him, like your parents did with you?

It's completely different.

Look, okay, I am gonna tell him…

It could be traumatising.

Léo is the most important thing in the world to me.

Are you almost finished?

Yes. Take a seat, Léo.

Why are you still here, mum? Don't you have mysterious things to do?

Be good. I'll be back soon.

I'm listening.

She just dropped her kid off at her lawyer's before leaving again.

-There's no weapon here. -We kind of knew that, didn't we?

Anonymous tip-offs are always dodgy.

It was still worth checking.

-I think we need to stop fixating on her. -Keep your opinions to yourself, okay?

This is my case.

As you say, dickhead.

Can you be my lawyer as well?

Uh… I'm not convinced that's very ethical, sorry.

Well, hello, Marc!

Hello, Madam Lasserre.

I'm sure it's a lucky day. So…

This is for you.

Thank you, madam.

It'll be much easier with this.

There's always a spare key in the barn.

You called me a liar this morning, now you're helping?

I don't work for this family any more.

-I get it now. -What?

Arnaud Lasserre's son.

He's a psychopath.

So?

-There's no history here. -Of course there's nothing.

Hold on.

Where did you learn to do that?

For a month I worked in a garage.

Why only a month?

Mm. Trust me, you don't wanna know.

What the hell was Mathieu doing at 3:00 am in the middle of a forest?

I don't know.

Let's find out.

Turn right in two hundred metres.

How did you end up at the Lasserre house?

I was looking for a place to start over.

I knew it.

What?

That the employee of the month was hiding the truth.

Do I really look like employee of the month?

You look like a brown-noser.

I used to hang out with the wrong crowd and I made some bad decisions.

But I left and then ended up here.

Was Arnaud a good person?

Did you ever see him screw over any of his employees, or his…

or… his family?

No, no, he was a regular guy.

But he was still the boss. I could never fit into their world.

Unlike you, Miss Heir to the Throne.

-Turn right. -Fuck…

16 red. No pairs.

Place your bets.

Béatrice.

I'm not like all those other zombies.

I can stop whenever I want.

Oh, that is what all addicts say.

I'm no addict.

I believe you hadn't stepped foot in a casino for a very long time.

What caused you to relapse?

It's, you know, a temporary solution to… refill the coffers.

Oh, no, no, Béatrice, not with me.

I started gambling again

after our discussion when you told me about Arnaud's secret daughter, Jacques.

It awoke an old ghost in me.

Well, I broke the law to tell you, and do you know why?

Because it was the morally right thing to do.

How much do you owe the casino?

Oh, I don't know, but…

Well, management so far have been gracious.

-How naive of you, my dear. -Sorry?

You owe around 100,000 euros.

Does that sound familiar?

The hidden debt Arnaud owes.

He couldn't believe the casino when they told him.

I mean, he hadn't considered…

you could relapse after all those years.

But how could he pay the debt?

He couldn't talk to his banker, it was too much to ask.

One debt too many.

And so, I secretly lent him the money.

Well, why didn't he say?

Arnaud loved you.

He didn't want to burden you.

Plus, it could have been a way to ease his…

feelings of culpability about having a child in secret.

Or he wanted to maintain his image.

Arnaud had an obsession with his reputation.

Well, since he's here no more,

that debt is now your problem.

-Well, you'll get it all back. -How? Through gambling more?

No, it's… it's…

I know this year's harvest is good.

And surely Oris is going to come back.

Oh, be realistic.

Jacques, please.

Don't tell my children.

Truly, you're no different than Arnaud.

You're scared to disappoint them, right?

To show them who you really are.

That you're also prepared to do anything to keep up appearances.

I've always admired you, Béatrice.

More than just admired.

You deserve a new life.

And, my dear, that's why, despite the complexity of the situation…

I believe I've found a solution which would get you out of this mess.

Where are we?

Fuck, even the GPS signal's gone.

What is this?

Does it belong to the family?

I don't know.

Noor!

Noor?

Noor isn't here.

-Look. -What?

What is that?

Hold on. Ready?

Fuck.

SLEEPING BEAUTY

-Did you touch anything? -No.

That's… That's my son…

That's me.

We've been fucking filmed.

Alba.

We're being watched.

Let's go. Now.

Don't move! You two broke into that house.

Whose is it?

Look, we can explain.

Stay back! Don't move. Hands on your head.

And you! Hands up!

Don't move.

Get down, get down.

Now, now, now, now, now!

Ah!

Shit.

Fuck!

My father died.

Wh… What the fuck, Lucie?

Yeah, I know.

I should have told you when it happened.

Is… Is that why you've been acting so weird, lately?

Fuck, I thought…

I thought you didn't want to come to London any more.

No, no, it's just that my dad passed away…

Yeah, so my dad got shot…

in the stomach by my mother, or my brother…

or, you know, both of them. It's all possible.

Um…

-That's a lot of information, I… -Well…

Don't worry, you're safe. They don't know you even exist.

Uh… Wait, wait… Sorry, what?

I…

I might not have told them I'm moving to London.

In fact…

I haven't told them about you at all.

Lucie the Liar, yeah?

Why did you hide me from your family?

I don't know.

I was too afraid. I was so sure…

they'd be furious if I left this place, so…

Plus, if I kept you secret from my family,

then you and I could stay in this dream life

and at least, for once I could imagine…

I wouldn't disappoint anyone.

Hey, Lucie…

I'm sorry.

MUM MESSAGE

Hi, you've reached Lucas Lévine's voicemail.

I'm not available right now. Please leave a message.

Lucas, what are the fuck are you doing?

Call me back.

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-Evening, Alba. -Why are you here?

Uh… Léo called me up.

I was more surprised than anyone.

Up until this afternoon, he wouldn't answer my texts.

Listen. I don't know what you did to push him to his limit.

He wouldn't tell me. But… I have an idea.

Is that right? You called him?

-Come on, Léo. Let's go… -Shut up.

What did I do, Léo?

-I just want things to be normal. -But so do I.

-In Barcelona… -I don't care about Barcelona!

I'm always scared for you Mum and I…

I don't want to lie any more.

-And I'm tired of you doing it! -I promise, no more lying,

-I swear, I'll stop for good. -Mum!

Hmm?

It's too late.

Please, can I give you a hug?

Léo. It's time, let's go.

It's okay.

Go, don't worry.

I love you.

Come here. Come.

Fredo?

Here.

Want one?

The menu hasn't changed. Still make the same aubergine penne

that Dad would order every fucking time.

Do you want the truth?

Mum is innocent, it's, uh…

it's me who killed Dad.

What?

Just kidding, just kidding.

But at least you're talking to me again.

You're mad.

Mm. Ah, so…

Why do you think the head chef needed to see us so urgently?

I don't care enough to know.

Then why'd you come?

Because I've got important news to share.

Mm? All right.

Go on.

I'm moving to live in London with my boyfriend.

I'm leaving you and the estate.

Hang on, what boyfriend in London?

Come on, you can't be serious.

Ah! Great, you're here.

-Thank you. -Lucie, Mathieu, how are both of you?

What's made us invite Jacques the Notary out for dinner?

A discount on inheritance tax?

Uh, so, your mother wanted to gather you today

to share some important news.

Theme of the night, apparently.

Perhaps we could drink something strong first?

Come, my dear. We shouldn't wait to share big news.

Jacques has proposed to me.

So…

…we've decided to get married.

What's wrong?

Ah, fuck.

Wait.

You… You're going to do what?

Who are you kidding?

You cannot do this, Mum. You betray Dad, you betray all of us.

You're abhorrent.

Is that all?

No.

I wish that you weren't my mother.

Nor you my child.

You won't be getting away with this. I swear it.

Lucie.

Fredo.

Léo gave me this. He found it in your bag.

It's not mine.

Someone put it in my things.

I'm being framed.

Even if that's true, I can't hide this from the police.

I can't.

Don't worry about that.

I'll speak to them, okay?

It's going too far.

What happened?

Don't worry any more.

You're no longer my lawyer.

Okay, hang on I… I said Léo could call his grandpa but…

I didn't think he'd leave with him.

You're not to blame, all right?

So you can sleep easy.

You know, you made the right decision.

Your mother needed a shock to the system to get her life back on track.

What the hell's he doing?

He might think we're lying.

Don't worry, he won't.

-What? -Alba Mazier is here.

IF I WERE YOU, I WOULDN'T TALK TO THE POLICE.

OR I KILL YOUR SON.