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-Remember.

Dad used to leave trails.

-What's going on? -Dad didn't commit suicide.

-But the investigation showed...

-He was murdered.

-Bonjour.

-Bonjour.

It's been a while... -A month.

-A month...

-Mmh...

-I thought

I wouldn't see you again.

-You knew where to find me.

-Yes, that's true.

I don't know, I thought that...

with the results of the investigation, you wouldn't want to see me.

-Do you think I'm crazy? -No.

I'm delighted to see you.

-Precisely, that's why I'm here.

My father didn't commit suicide.

-Listen, I...

I understand that... -I have proof.

Look.

Your uncle found this.

A letter from my father to move a fence.

A detail that changes everything came back to me.

My father was left-handed.

When he wrote, his hand would pass over the ink.

It left smudges.

They're everywhere.

But none on his suicide letter.

He didn't write it.

-Okay...

But it seems impossible to me

that 2 experts made the same mistake.

They formally authenticated the letter.

Apparently, the paper and ink were from the period.

The handwriting matched.

-The killer could have imitated my father's handwriting.

With paper from the period.

But why would my father, before committing suicide,

have written without a blot for the first time in his life?

-It was his last letter.

He might have taken care, too.

-Let me see?

This letter is a fake: someone wanted to make it look like a suicide,

but he was killed.

-Let's get this meeting started.

-I'm coming. Thanks.

I'll go check that out.

-Thank you very much.

So, uh... see you soon?

-See you soon, yes.

-You could come see my show.

-No, no.

That's kind, but...

I'm short on time.

-Very well, I understand.

Goodbye.

-Alright, I've gathered here everything we've found.

The most important thing is... -I'll be right back.

Wait. Wait, it's...

That's not what I meant. I misspoke.

It's just that your show...

I'm having trouble with the idea

of seeing you naked

in front of the audience.

Do you understand?

-Yes, of course.

-But I'll get over it.

I will get over it.

Because I...

I want to see you.

-Oh, careful!

That hurts!

What?

I wish it could last forever.

(-It will last forever.)

-You know...

My marriage to Justine, it was... -Hey.

That's in the past.

You don't have to tell me. -Yes, I do.

I want you to know.

Two days before I married Justine...

my mother discovered she was having an affair with my friend.

I didn't believe in anything anymore.

(In anyone.)

(And then, there was you.)

That's why I want you to know.

I need that honesty between us.

And you're the one who made me understand that.

You're so sincere and so honest...

(There.)

You know everything about me and I know everything about you.

-Bonjour.

-In 2 days, he'll be here. -Who?

-Céleste...

Roberto Vincelli,

the magnificent!

-Ah, yes, of course...

-It's going to be fantastic. He's fabulous.

He changes outfits in the blink of an eye.

of fingers.

The two of you together, it will be magical.

-See you later. -Yes, yes.

-What are you doing here? -I need you.

Well, your opinion. -Yes? Tell me.

-I think that...

I'm going to tell Charles, about...

About the brothel. -Why?

-He told me everything.

And I don't want to hide anything from him.

-You've told him the essentials. -Not everything.

It's like lying to him.

-No, you're not lying to him.

(You were forced into prostitution, but you're moving forward.)

(Charles is a happiness you've earned.)

-You think if I tell him...

he might stop loving me?

(-No...)

No, no, I'm not saying that.

He's wonderful and he might accept it.

But he's a man.

And... and a Count.

Even if you were only a victim, it could be complicated for him.

There.

Now, it's up to you to decide, Rose.

-There's a man here, Madame.

He has some information regarding Mademoiselle Rose Joubert.

-Ask him what he has to say.

-I think Madame should receive him.

-Show him in.

He whistles in admiration.

-Well, well...

I understand the generous reward. -In exchange for information.

-It's rustic, but it is what it is.

-It's big, especially! -There you go...

-It's just what I need.

Thank you. -You're welcome.

-And I'll have peace and quiet

to work.

-That's for sure, yes.

And no one was using it, so it might as well be useful.

And especially to you.

We'll see each other more often.

-Ah, yes.

-Arsène.

Can I tell you something? -I'm listening.

-I like you a lot.

Don't laugh, please. Not after this.

I can't forget what happened

after the boxing match, and...

-I think about it all the time.

But...

it's not a good idea to start again, I think.

-Well, listen...

if that's what you think, I understand.

-It's already cost me dearly.

But it has nothing to do with us. -You don't have to justify yourself.

I understand.

It wouldn't make any sense to make each other unhappy.

-We agree. -So...

In life, we search for happiness.

You know, I've been through so many dramas...

that it's happiness or nothing.

I'll let you get settled in.

We'll see each other later. -Perfect.

Thank you. -You're welcome.

I'm going.

-We're almost there.

That's encouraging. -Fantastic.

I might almost pay you, then. -Sir, everything is functioning.

But we're plateauing in terms of performance.

-Are you talking about yourself or the engine?

-The turbine's rotation. It's as if a piece is missing.

-My brilliant engineers haven't moved in 2 months.

Do whatever you want. Spend your nights here, if you have to.

But it has to be ready for the Motor Show.

-And even before.

I heard about an attempt

to break the speed record.

- Huh? By whom? - By a journalist.

- By whom, the attempt! - Uh... your brother.

- How is that possible?

- It's just an attempt.

- We have to stop him. Find me the address of his workshop.

-There's nothing I can do. It won't go past 95...

-It's shaking all over the place. -What about on less loose terrain?

-We're too far off the mark. It's a mechanical problem.

-We've already optimized the load, changed the transmission.

-We can play with the driving.

Over-rev it and push it to the limit.

-If the engine

doesn't hold up...

-We have to try.

-I pass.

-Not me.

-Gentlemen, we don't take any reckless risks.

-It's not reckless!

I've done tons of tests. I can do it!

Or we'll never find a builder.

We promised the press a record.

-That changes nothing. -We can't back down.

-Everyone knows it.

-What do you mean? -I ran into a mechanic this morning.

He bought me a coffee to talk about the record.

-What did he want to know?

-Where we were at, who was on the team...

-And what did you say? -Nothing.

He wasn't clear.

-You did well. -They want to stop us.

-Tell the team to hold their tongues. -We have to reach those 100 km/h.

Let me try. - Your mother's here.

She's waiting at the workshop.

- We're coming. - We'll be back.

- They're coming.

- You're already here?

- Mom...

You weren't due back until the end of the month! Is something wrong?

- No, my sister gave me two months of happiness.

- There's a space in the attic at the cabaret.

That's where I'm staying.

I can let you have my bed. - And there?

- It would be better

at the cabaret.

-I received a telegram from Georges.

He wants to see me again.

And I was eager to see you again.

-I understand you want to see him again.

But give it up.

I'm asking you to. -That's a funny way to ask...

Do you think you're your father? -It's complicated.

-I know.

Georges stole your invention and sided with his daddy.

-Among other things...

-Georges is my son, I have to see him.

I won't talk about your affairs. -The car is ready.

Let's not delay the trials. -Okay, thank you.

-Ah!

-OH! -Wow!

He's making noises. -That's funny!

-OH...

He's imitating a chicken.

-Incredible...

-Hey!

-Incredible. -Bravo!

Bravo!

-Ah, oui.

-Never seen anything like it. -So?

-So, bravo!

-Magical. -Breathtaking.

-Grazie mille...

-A second star, it was an event.

But your duet act

will be beyond triumphant.

-I can see the poster. -Wonderful.

-Adam and Eve...

in the Garden of Eden.

-So, I checked.

This type of form didn't exist before 1876.

It's not by much, but there's no doubt.

-So the entire suicide file

is fake?

-Yes.

And I know when and how it got there.

8 days before I retrieved it,

a worker came to sweep the chimney, a certain Gauthier.

But the company in charge of maintenance

never sent a worker.

And they don't know any Gauthier.

I asked for a description. They told me that...

He had a scar. -It's Morvan.

So he's still alive.

-He wanted to make it look like your father's suicide.

-How did he know we were looking for him?

-Because of my uncle.

He questioned people.

Someone could have warned him.

The one who sold you out.

In any case, he's cornered. He's likely to make a mistake.

Listen, I...

I'm sorry I doubted you.

-It's nothing, I would have done the same.

-Chimney sweep, could that be his job? His father was a chimney sweep...

What is it?

-In my nightmares, I remember

being in front of a cabin with Morvan.

He had black marks on his clothes.

I remember tools.

All black. Maybe chimney sweeping tools.

-Concentrate on the place. The cabin, there.

-Uh... there was a lake. Trees.

And a very strong smell.

-Okay. Like what? Of...

Smoke? -No, no. More sickening.

Like... Like a smell of death.

-Of death?

Like a...

Like in a crematorium?

I don't know. A slaughterhouse? -Yes.

Maybe.

-Very well.

We're going to check all the slaughterhouses around Saint-Loup.

-I want to be there when you arrest him.

I want him to say why he killed

my father.

(-I promise.)

-Excuse me.

Excuse me! [Laughter]

-Roberto, this is Léon Blanchard. -Léon Blanchard?

He's... -He's my... friend.

-My friend... [Speaking in Italian]

I'm blown away.

By the beard, the presence, the muscles!

We don't have time to go

to a restaurant, I brought my grandmother's antipasti,

who died of gangrene.

It's made with love.

-Roberto, this is my partner. -Yes.

I am the Adam

of his Garden of Eden.

-He changes costumes in the blink of an eye.

-For Adam, the fig leaf.

Dressed: the fig leaf.

Undressed:

no fig leaf!

Magnificent!

-Magnificent. Magnificent... -Ah...

-I'll leave you to... work.

I have things to do.

-Ah...

-Léon?

Léon! -Yes.

-What's going on?

-Listen...

It's already hard enough knowing you're naked on stage.

But with Renato, I don't know... -Roberto.

-Yeah, it's the same thing... -It's a job.

-Yeah, a job... Doesn't look like a chore.

-Ah... Yes.

Because you know what it's like to create a choreography.

To put on a number. Any thoughts on the staging?

-No, that's not it. -Then what is it?

Tell me.

-Nothing.

Okay? Nothing.

It's me. That's it. It bothers me, that's all.

I don't trust him,

that guy...

-He's a bit exuberant, but he's the nicest guy you'll meet.

It's ridiculous to...

-No.

I saw the way he was looking at you.

That guy's shady. -You're jealous.

-What about him? No, not at all. -Okay, listen.

I don't need a man telling me

what to do.

-Alright, and I don't need a woman telling me what to think.

I have work to do.

-With lighting, we direct

the viewer's gaze.

Look at yourself in the mirror. What do you see?

For the Garden of Eden,

I was thinking of having a costume made in this material

in a skin tone,

so that when you put it on, it's as if you're naked.

But underneath, you're dressed.

-Will they think I'm naked or dressed when I remove a layer?

-Exactly.

And then, hop!

-THE FIG LEAF!

-We were delighted by your invitation to tea, Mother.

Rose and you will have the chance to get to know each other.

-Yes, I would be very pleased.

-May you be fulfilled, Rose.

I'm burning to learn more about the secrets

of prostitution!

-Pardon?

What are you talking about?

-I'm just repeating what a gentleman I met said.

His... What? Pimp?

Is that right? Yes...

A certain "La Corde." -La Corde?

Mother...

Rose, please, tell him it's not true.

It's not true,

is it?

-She would have fled her cesspool to go

seek her fortune elsewhere.

She gave you the illusion of loving you.

Because it's her job. And I admit, she excels at it.

I wanted to keep an open mind,

but I was fooled.

-That's not what you think. -Enough.

Keep your manipulations

and your lies.

There's a limit to our gullibility.

-I'm sorry...

-So, shall we get some air?

You know the rules.

Groans of pain

-I'm sorry I had to do things this way

to open your eyes, but it was necessary.

I was only protecting you.

Again.

-Welcome home.

-You must forget her.

And think about the future.

-I can't believe it. -Well, you have to.

After Justine...

I was understanding.

I let you recover

and play the artist in Montmartre.

But this time, you've come close

to dishonoring us!

You are a Count.

It's time

to take your place and uphold your rank.

After all, that's what your father would have wanted.

And I will do everything to help you.

You could unite yourself to the Duchess.

You know her well. -I don't like her.

-That's hardly the point.

Charles, my son...

you're not gifted in love.

And I'm going to confide in you.

Neither am I.

But believe me, you can live very well without it.

The Duchess...

is a woman of exceptional intelligence.

Of rare beauty.

And trustworthy.

So, think about it.

But quickly.

I've invited her to lunch.

-I have a Morvan.

He's self-employed.

-See, when you want to!

What was I telling you?

Mmh? We've got him.

-Really?

-We've got him, I'm telling you!

-Oh,

I am the old Nonna,

that I am the grandmother...

And there, you pull on the dress. -I pull?

-You pull the dress down.

I am the grandmother... Louder.

Sir,

I'm not who you think I am.

-To have my two stars

Seeing you two getting along so well, it makes me happy.

We received the posters.

They are...

sublime.

They are sublime, truly.

- Hello, excuse me. - Roberto.

This is Arsène, my little brother. -Big for a little one!

-I won't bother you for long.

I just wanted to tell you I'm leaving, today's the big day.

-Good luck.

-Thanks. You're welcome to come, if you want.

A world record is rare. -Can I come?

-I'd like that. -A record?

In automobiles? -Yes, speed.

It's this afternoon! -I love it!

I can come with you, right?

-If you want.

-Grazie. -I have some adjustments to make.

(Come on!)

-Hey, boss, can we see the posters?

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

-Great, boss! Come on, grazie, eh!

-We've located a cabin that might

match the description.

-Already? -Yeah.

Since you wanted to be there,

if that's still the case, now's the time.

-Of course, I'm on my way.

-You're leaving?

-Yes, Roberto. Sorry, but it's important.

Are we picking this up tonight?

-We have work to do...

Are you okay?

-Let's go.

-Don't touch anything.

Just while I set this up. The settings are here.

-I'll go underneath. -Do you have the bolts?

-Yeah. -Good.

-Arsène, is Rose here? I absolutely need to see her.

-She's not here. Why? -I wanted her to explain...

I thought she would be here. -Charles, what are you talking about?

Explain what to you?

-My mother did some research.

A pimp apparently told her that Rose was a...

A prostitute.

-I don't know what you've been told, but it's more complicated than that.

She was set up,

okay?

Rose risked her life to escape from a brothel

where she was being held captive.

That's the truth.

-The hell she must have gone through... -You can say that again.

-Where is she?

-No idea.

Go back to Céleste's, she's bound to go back there.

She might already be there.

-Thank you.

- Charles! Charles.

If your mother went all the way to the pimp,

he must have gone all the way

to Rose.

- What does that mean?

- He can't let a girl just run off.

So when it happens, he does everything to get her back.

-We have to call the police!

-It wouldn't do any good. He won't let her go.

-What do we do, then? -I'll take care of it.

-I'm coming too. -It's too dangerous.

-Not as much as it is for her.

-Charles...

-It's there. -Very well.

That's good, you can leave.

-Morvan is a good guy. What did he do?

-Thank you.

Thank you.

-You're going to shake his hand?

-I don't want to talk.

-I'd like us to talk about it.

I'm grateful to you.

And I'm very happy about what's starting between us.

But if you don't accept my profession...

I don't have to feel guilty for being myself,

otherwise, we might as well stop right now.

I don't need a policeman watching over me, protecting me...

I don't want that kind of relationship. -Alright.

- Alright what? - Alright, we're stopping.

- Huh?

- I also need to be myself.

I can't pretend that it doesn't affect me

knowing you're naked with this Ricardo...

- Roberto. - It's the same. I don't like it.

Let's stop lying to each other. I don't want that either.

Don't interfere.

-Here we go again. -I'm not kidding.

-Léon?

-Back away.

-It's him...

The man from my nightmares.

Is he dead?

-Yes.

I'd like to know who helped him.

-It's starting to look really good, this,

I'll help you here...

-Let's put the lid back on.

-Do some chopsticks go there? -No.

-Hop...

Here you go. -Thanks.

-Excuse me... Pardon.

Could I talk to you, please?

-Of course.

Nothing serious, I hope? -No.

-You can put the tarp on later.

-Nothing serious, don't worry.

I have something on my chest, I need to get it out.

-If it's about the last time, I've said everything.

I have nothing to add. -I respect your position.

No problem, it's not that.

You can't avoid me the way you do.

Before coming to France, I lived in Russia.

I left my family there.

I'm telling you this so you understand

that I take everything life gives me.

Even if it's risky, you have to take what's good.

I won't have your love... okay,

that's understood, but please, don't deprive me of your friendship.

You are someone precious.

Seeing you erase me from your life, is like losing you all over again...

-You don't deserve this, I'm sorry.

If I hurt you, it wasn't intentional.

I was afraid of the risks.

You understand? -Yes.

Let's not talk about it anymore.

(There you go.)

Good luck with the record.

You're going to do it, I'm sure. -I hope so.

-Thanks, I needed to hear that. Thank you very much.

-Youri, wait...

Do you want to come?

I could use a friend's presence.

-I'll be there.

-I don't want to force you. -I'll be there.

-Thank you.

Gentlemen, put it right here. That's perfect.

-Still not here.

It'll be alright.

-We can't anymore

wait here.

-He'll be here.

-God knows what they're doing to her. -Wait!

Without Glass Eye, it's dangerous.

That's idiotic, wait another 2 minutes.

Stop it...

-Leave me alone.

-We're closed.

-Where's Rose?

-Okay...

Do you want to join her?

-Come on, quick, quick!

We can't stay here. -I warned you.

-You know why we're here? -I have no idea...

Excuse me...

Because you're morons?

-Give us Rose back.

-We just want the girl.

You won't hear from us again.

-Your chick is dead.

But where we agree...

Is that we won't hear from you again.

And we won't have to see your ugly mugs anymore.

Alright, slit their throats.

-I'm a little late.

These gentlemen

have made an acceptable request.

-Yes.

-Good. So, we're agreed?

-Charles is here, come on.

-Hey, guys...

I'm really fed up with this old cane.

-Oh my God, Rose, my love!

-If any of you come near her, I'll be back,

and I'll finish the job, we clear?

-Yes.

-It's okay, I'm here.

-I don't know why, but he has a liar's face.

-No... no!

No! No!

-Mother!

Forgive my lateness, I couldn't find the dive.

I'm so happy to see you. -Me too, Georges.

Despite... thank you...

for your lack of punctuality, and these months without news.

-My silence is inexcusable, but I was overcome with shame.

I took Papa's side.

I was happy he considered me as a son,

and not as an incapable.

These months have made me understand one thing.

Nothing is worth our separation. I missed you so much.

Forgive me.

-I forgive you.

Your silence is more excusable

than your attitude towards Arsène.

Georges...

I know you stole his invention.

-That damn need to shine in Papa's eyes.

I'm miserable and ridiculous, I know.

But it's too late. -It's never too late.

Arsène spoke to me.

He wants your war to end.

He thinks there's enough room for both of you in your business.

-Really? He told you that? -Yes.

He wants peace.

-Peace, when I have so much to be forgiven for?

Unless...

Please! -Sir?

-Two cases of your best champagne.

Hold on...

I'll have them delivered to Arsène to wish him good luck.

I'll let you give the address to Monsieur.

I'll pay for the bottles and have them delivered.

-Madam...

-Like we said?

I'm counting on your discretion.

Gentlemen...

-I'd like you to do something for me.

Give Georges the address of my workshop.

He's going to ask you for it.

-Alright.

(-Thank you.)

-Claude, tire pressure? -All good, 5 kilos.

-Perfect...

Everything's good here...

-Batteries, all set? -I'm on it.

-Thanks... Sorry...

-Checking now.

-Okay? -All good.

-We need to put this on, I'll take care of it, you stay focused...

I changed everything here.

-Don't stress. -If it gets stuck...

Listen... -It won't get stuck.

-If it gets stuck, don't force it, no need to risk your life.

Alright...

-You ready? -Ready.

-Alright! We're ready.

That works for us.

Stay focused. If you mess up, stop.

-Go!

-Go, Octave, go!

-He's going to come out there.

-When?

-In a minute.

-Come on...

Come on, go!

Walk, walk!

Come on!

Come on, come on...

100!

-How much?

-103!

-To us!

-TO US!

-AND TO THE RECORD!

- Bravo.

- I had to.

To prevent him from harming us, I had to fabricate a fake one.

- What kind of mother have I been for it to come to this?

- I don't know, but... You're mine, too.

- I must return to the cabaret.

- Now? - Yes.

Goodbye, Madame. - Goodbye.

- I'll walk him out.

- SEE YOU SOON. - GOODBYE.

-Thank you for allowing me to witness this historic moment.

I'm touched, it was a beautiful moment.

-I want to take the risk of being happy with you.

-Are you tired? Do you want to go home?

-We've already wasted the day because of me...

-If we can make the costume choices now,

we can think about our number.

Huh?

-It doesn't bother me, I assure you. -So...

-I like the atmosphere in the evening.

There's no one around, it's quiet.

A little strange...

Cris

-I'm the costume monster!

- Good evening. - Good evening, Inspector.

Can we have a little drink? - I'm off duty...

We'll have a big one then.

- Excellent decision.

-We're going to do things right.

-Roberto?

-What are you doing?

-We know it's going to happen sooner or later, might as well be sooner.

-Sorry, Roberto, we didn't understand each other.

-Is Céleste finished? -She shouldn't be too long.

Hop...

-Was it a good day? -You have no idea.

A delightful day, I haven't experienced that since...

Since a very long time.

-To the Pink Elephant. -To the Pink Elephant.

-You're getting naked in front of me, in front of everyone. Don't make up stories.

-I do what I want with my body. -Do what I tell you.

-Do what I tell you. -Ouch!

-He's not bad.

Put the same one back.

Excuse me, do you know where Céleste is?

-She's choosing

costumes with Roberto.

-Thanks. -See you tomorrow.

-See you tomorrow, thanks!

Let's have

a little drink, that'll bring her around.

-Is that normal? -Yes, they're artists.

(Whoops...)

- Stop it! No! Let go of me!

- I'll be back.

- Let go of me! Let go of me!

-Get out of here, you!

-Hey, what's the big idea!

Get out of here, or I'll call the police.

-Get out! Get out of my cabaret!

Get out! Get out!

You bastard, get out!

Get out of there!

(-Are you okay?)

-Get out!

(Are you okay?)

-I'll come by to see you again tomorrow.

-Thank you, Doctor.

-I'm so ashamed.

I didn't tell you...

...so I wouldn't lose you.

You're not saying anything?

I understand.

A count and a girl like me, it's not...

-Let's get married.

-What?

-I love you, Rose.

I love you like crazy. I want to protect you.

To give you the love you deserve.

(Marry me.)

(Marry me.)

-Your mother... -My mother!

You almost died because of her, I don't want to see her anymore.

But I'm warning you...

I want a lot of children.

-Me too.

-Really?

Cry of pain

Sorry, that's true...

Sorry, I won't touch you again.

-So? -The coroner finished the autopsy.

Based on the rigor mortis, he's been dead for a little over 24 hours.

He thinks like you: poison.

His gums are blue.

He's going to run his tests to identify the poison.

-Very well. You can notify the commissioner.

Thank you, Jules.

-Just before we got our hands on it...

-Yes...

I don't believe in coincidence.

He was killed to silence him.

Morvan...

He wasn't alone that night.

-Just an accomplice? -Maybe, yes.

What concrete evidence do we have? What does all this tell us?

-He liked a bit of fun, given the number of these matches.

-Okay.

-He liked working with wood. -Mmh-mmh.

-Not bad.

There's a hole underneath, as if to fix something.

(-No way...)

-What? -The schoolteacher.

She said she hadn't seen Morvan again

since Tessandier's assault in '76.

-We never saw him here again.

Oh no, no... -I'm almost certain.

She had

a brand new cane

with a knob that looked like this one, here.

Yes...

She's the one who told us about Bar-sur-Marne.

She's been leading us on from the start.

We're searching her place.

-Wait, you suspect the old lady of killing Morvan?

-Potentially, yes.