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Coffee?

What are you doing here?

I've come to offer you a cup of coffee.

Which way did you go?

Through the door.

I've called you at least 10 times.

Damn battery!

We're due at Cap Rouge.

What's Cap Rouge?

A meeting place for the city's worst trash.

(Music)

They're disgusting, these murderers.

They could dump their corpses somewhere else.

It's a woman.

Blonde, European type.

1.70 meters, about 30 years old.

She was probably strangled before being cut up and dumped here.

Date of death?

About three weeks.

Missing women files corresponding to this report.

10 in all.

Anne Sentori.

Call everyone to the morgue for lunch,

it gives you time to go through the files.

What about this one?

Sentori, it's for me.

Who's Sentori?

The man I wanted to be.

Isn't big Pierre here?

Anne Sentori's mother has come.

Follow me, please.

That's not her.

I'm just wondering.

Why isn't your daughter's husband here?

I don't know why.

He is warned that his wife may be in the morgue in five pieces

and he doesn't come and check for himself?

Why does it matter?

It's not Anne.

You're right, it doesn't matter.

That's why I'm so interested.

Can you draw up Madame's minutes and take care of the other witnesses?

What the hell are you doing on the bench

like a cheerleader during her period?

That's where you should be!

Smashing jaws, ripping ears off,

mark one of those tests you're so good at.

Frédéric Caïn.

I've been following your career from the beginning.

I'm a big fan of yours.

I'm a fan!

I wanted to be a rugby player too, but I wasn't big enough.

I still have to race small cars.

All kidding aside, Sentori, why aren't you on the lawn

on such a beautiful day?

You may not believe this,

but my head's not really in it right now.

Is it since your wife disappeared?

Sorry, I forgot to tell you.

I'm a homicide cop.

Why didn't you come to the IML this morning?

Because my wife isn't dead.

It's been three weeks since she disappeared and no one's seen her since.

Excuse me.

I have to go now.

I'm looking for a muscular but active man.

You know, handicapped people, there's nothing left that works inside.

I can help you, Sentori.

I can help you find your wife.

I'm not a cop, I'm a good cop.

A very good cop.

I don't doubt it for a second, but it's not worth it.

She'll come back when she decides to.

She's always worked that way.

Are you always so sure of yourself?

Yes.

Hello, Lieutenant.

How's it going?

What did I say?

Hello, Lieutenant. How are you?

For you, that's a lot in one sentence.

You'd like to know where I've been.

No.

We have two families who think they recognize the body from the landfill.

Isn't that one too many?

The body's in bad shape.

Didn't help with identification.

All the more so since the witnesses were in shock at the disappearance.

There's something else.

Are you pregnant?

We have a third lead, Eric Charpentier.

He reported his fiancée missing three weeks ago,

but didn't show up at the IML.

Okay, bring everybody in.

Interrogation, beating.

Let's get it over with.

Already done.

What, it's done?

The witnesses are here.

At least, the two families I told you about.

Why didn't you tell me?

I just did.

Okay, here we go.

Give me the Sentori mother's minutes.

The thing where she swears she didn't recognize her daughter

in the woman's kit.

Can you tell me what you're playing at?

If this thing ends up on the D.A.'s desk, I'm going to need your help,

I'll have no reason to bother these nice people.

And I have a mad desire to piss them off.

By the way, if you could tell me a little more about it, just to piss them off efficiently.

Why would you mess with the Sentori?

I'll tell you as soon as I know.

I hope it's a good reason.

A poor defenseless woman has been missing for three weeks.

For a soul of justice and charity like mine,

this is an excellent reason.

Especially if this woman is the wife of the great Sentori.

I don't need a good reason to stir up shit,

I'm a cop.

A cop under administrative supervision in case you've forgotten.

My report is due in two days.

Who will determine whether or not I can be permanently reinstated

in the department, blah blah...

Your cop card depends on that blah, blah, blah, Fred.

Now that Reverend Moretti's finished, why don't you tell me

what you know about the Sentori couple?

Anne's civil status states that she and Pierre were divorced.

He refers to her as his wife.

How long ago was the divorce?

Two months, according to the clerk's report.

So, before he disappeared.

Smells delicious.

She had a hell of a temper, Stephanie.

She was quite a little lady.

When did you last see her?

Exactly 23 days ago.

We bought a calendar to count.

In the days leading up to his disappearance, you noticed anything?

Did she say anything that might have alerted you?

Did she behave in any unusual way?

No, but...

The day she left,

we felt something was wrong.

She was standing in front of the house gate, she said

she was going shopping and that she'd be right back.

There was something in her eyes.

It was even darker than usual.

Did you say “even blacker”?

Yes.

Stéphanie had black eyes?

Yes.

The young woman you saw at the morgue has blue eyes.

You noticed that, didn't you?

We weren't sure.

You knew it wasn't your little girl.

But she looked so much like her.

Are you going to arrest us?

You'd rather see her dead than spend the day and night

wondering what happened to her.

I don't see why I should arrest you for that.

How long has your daughter been in the profession...?

A whore?

She was a whore.

Henri...

She was an actress.

Whore, actress, it's all the same.

That's not very nice for whores.

In any case, at the time of her disappearance, your daughter was an actress.

Is that what you said?

Is that incorrect, Madame Durieux?

No, it isn't.

Clementine hasn't disappeared.

Excuse me?

She's gone to Brazil to play telenovelas.

I promised not to tell you, you never encouraged her talent.

What talent?

Her talent for whoring.

I think the last one won't come.

The famous...

Carpenter.

A guy reporting his Julie missing,

but doesn't show up at the morgue and refuses to testify,

sounds like a killer who tried to cover his tracks before panicking.

Find him and bring him here.

By the way, we'll have to pay the judge a visit, too.

who granted the Sentoris' divorce.

We'll do it all tomorrow.

Go home, you're exhausted.

What did I say again?

I said nothing.

Croissants?

- Can I come in? - Do I have a choice?

I'd hate to use force.

I didn't know Anne was a model.

She started her career late.

It opens doors to live with Sentori.

After that, it clicked.

Wherever she went, she was the only one to be seen.

Incredible presence.

How long have you been divorced?

What the hell is this?

It's in the file they sent us.

You and Anne were legally separated.

I'm very happy to hear that and very curious to know where you got that from.

Don't get worked up over such a little thing, it's certainly a paper-pusher

who ticked the wrong box.

Between you and me, it's amazing how much we drink at PJ.

Blue, white, red.

Mostly white and red.

It can't be easy having it in front of you every day.

Everything seems empty and dead here.

When someone disappears, it's because they want to erase something,

to forget himself, to become someone else sometimes.

She, now, I don't see what she would want to erase in herself.

Being beautiful, rich and famous doesn't mean you can't have problems.

What kind of problems?

Just like everyone else.

Everyday worries, work, family.

But his family is you and his mother.

Is that the little hassle?

His mother?

Let's just say it's complicated.

Captain, I'm not going to chase you away, but I have to get to my training.

No problem, I understand.

Anyway, you taste like crap.

It's like a footballer's home.

Footballer, rugby player, same battle.

Except we're two call girls.

Never less.

Do you mind?

No.

What can I do for you?

Get me something to drink.

Is that allowed during service?

Of course it's not.

Scotch, gin, vodka?

Doesn't matter, as long as it's double.

Did you know Anne and Pierre were divorced?

I'm the last one to know what my daughter's doing, Captain.

You don't like her.

We don't talk anymore.

That's all.

Yes, you do.

Say you don't.

Your son-in-law's walls are covered with pictures of her, but you, nothing.

I'm a woman, Captain.

Pictures of my daughter are more for the cabins of

trucks or men's locker rooms.

In that case, my apologies.

I take back everything I said.

It's not that you hate her, it's that you despise her outright.

I don't hate it and I don't despise it.

She has simply ceased to exist for me.

Yet you came to the morgue.

Did I have a choice?

No, you didn't.

Mrs. Delbarre, thank you for this interview.

Is that all?

I thought you'd be more insistent.

I'm not done insisting, believe me.

Don't forget to report this to IGS.

You haven't touched it.

Don't mention it.

I value my reputation.

Do you have any beef heart, Magalie?

No, not today.

I'll take some black ones.

I'll have a leek.

Sorry, it's Madame's turn.

I'm very sorry.

What are you doing here, Fred?

Buying a leek.

Three blocks from you?

That's where we both used to come.

Good timing, I've been meaning to call you.

Why did you call me? Did you want to invite me to share your stew?

No, you're going to invite your son.

I found cigarette butts under the living room window.

The hand-rolled kind, if you know what I mean.

Shit.

He's 16, he'll get over it.

That's what you said too:

“I don't enjoy it anymore, I'm going to stop, I know very well what I have to do”.

We know what happened next.

It ended up 180 in a ditch

with bits of motorcycle in place of internal organs.

I'm frightened.

He looks so much like you.

And he admires you.

Okay, I'll talk to him.

Thanks, Fred.

Chechen Scout Association, go ahead.

I've located Charpentier.

The witness who doesn't testify?

Meet me at the docks.

Hangar B.

I give the orders.

This is for you.

Thank you, it means a lot to me.

Carpenter works here.

I scouted before you got here, he's here.

We'll drop by and say hello.

Monsieur Charpentier!

Mazette!

Let's recap, Mr. Charpentier.

You're violent, you like guns

and you cut up your fiancée and threw her away.

Is that it?

No.

Can you be more precise?

I didn't cut up my fiancée.

She's the one who separated herself into pieces

and threw herself into the dump.

It's cleaner, it's true.

I didn't dump it, it's gone.

Gone?

I'm not sure I understand.

She's not gone.

Finally, she came back last night.

Come over here.

Hurry!

Weren't you the one who reported him missing?

Yes, I did.

I panicked with all those sick people lurking around.

And it didn't occur to you to report it to the police?

What?

That she was back!

No, because she had come back.

I think we're done.

No, I just have one more question.

Why did you try to put a second bullet hole in my head?

That's not very elegant, Mr. Charpentier.

When I heard you, I panicked.

Yes.

With all the sick people around.

Yes.

Go ahead.

We had three witnesses and now we have no one.

We still don't know who the victim is.

I see only one solution,

I'll ask for the comparable cases to be opened.

Women strangled, cut up, thrown into dumps.

You could have been a cop.

By the way, Anne Sentori, have you got anything new?

Anne and her mother had a court battle about six months ago

over a sum of money related to an SCI owned by Catherine's ex.

When he died, Catherine discovered that only her daughter had shares.

Step-dad took his love for his daughter-in-law to the grave.

How much were these shares?

Yes, not bad.

Catherine tried to assert her rights as an ex-girlfriend,

but was rejected in favor of Anne.

Anne found herself with capital, financially independent,

free to get rid of her rugby player husband and divorce him behind his back.

Not a bad idea.

Again, I don't understand.

I don't get it either.

How can the Sentoris be legally separated without Pierre

Sentori know about it?

You know what it is.

With stars, you get nervous, distracted, make mistakes.

For example, all it takes is for the clerk to make a wrong note.

It wouldn't be the first time in the history of the courts.

The clerk got it wrong.

As a result, Pierre Sentori doesn't know he's divorced.

Has the investigation into Anne Sentori's disappearance been reopened?

Do you have a letter rogatory?

No.

Legally, you're not even allowed to talk to me.

Thank you, Judge.

At your service.

How did it go with the judge?

Nothing.

Obviously.

He couldn't recognize that she had divorced him

without her knowledge.

How would she have done it?

These idiots never check the papers of spouses who show up

for an amicable divorce.

All Anne had to do was bring along a guy pretending to be Sentori.

Not a bad idea.

I couldn't find anything to prove it.

I don't mind.

You did what you could.

What's wrong? My nostrils are whistling?

No, but you've just been nice again.

Why are you giving me the honeymoon treatment?

You're not very nice, Captain.

You're not nice and nothing will ever make you nice.

I'd like to know what's going on.

Little rabbit.

I beg your pardon?

Yes, you're my little rabbit now.

At first, who cares?

We'd have preferred a pony, a rat, an Irish setter.

And then we get attached.

And when the little rabbit gets run over, we're all sad.

Don't worry, I'll be careful crossing the road.

Broke into your home.

You can report this to the police if you like.

I was wondering: what's the problem between Anne and her mother?

You have to ask her mother.

I tried, but there's nothing I can do.

It's a rock cast in a piece of concrete.

If you want me to help you, you'll have to help me too.

Anne's mother lived with a man.

She was already 20 when she met her.

Five years ago, this man left her for another woman.

What happened?

That other woman was Anne.

Leaving the mother for the daughter-in-law...

Even I wouldn't dare do something like that.

How long did this story last?

A few months.

When was this?

Just before Anne and I met.

Have you ever been crazy about anyone, Captain?

Crazy to the point of not being able to eat or think about anything else?

I used to.

I decided to stop at the same time as walking.

I miss her terribly.

How's the case of the cut-up women found among the old refrigerators coming along?

It would go faster if you helped me.

That's what I'm here for.

I think I've found the bean.

Michel (Cousset).

30 years old at the time.

Suspected murderer.

Three women found murdered under the same circumstances.

Maubeuge, Cannes, Toulouse.

Under investigation by Haute-Garonne gendarmerie.

His guilt was never proven.

He's the one.

You're a lucky man.

Staple a serial killer to your first month in Homicide.

Let's jump on the plane to Toulouse, Lieutenant.

Finally, you're on the plane to Toulouse.

A handicapped person in the cabin has always stressed the other passengers.

I had no intention of taking you.

What are you doing here?

Mom told me you wanted to talk to me.

I thought it was clear between us.

When I tell your mother I'm taking you for a night,

it's a code.

It's so you can get out and she'll get off your back.

Oh, so you weren't expecting me?

Yes, I was. Come on, then.

We're going to order dinner.

Isn't it good, this pistou soup?

You give me, I've had it three times.

Makes you hungry, doesn't it?

Smoking makes you hungry, doesn't it?

No, you're not going to start too!

We're not going to get bogged down in two joints, are we?

I've been there too.

This way and many more.

Yeah, I got that.

Can I tell you something in confidence?

The world is not for stoners.

Getting high isn't just about going somewhere else for a few hours.

It goes really fast, too fast.

No hope of coming back.

And frankly, spending half an hour every morning wondering

if you're going to put your underwear on before your pants, isn't that a good idea?

Yeah, that's true.

You don't want dessert either?

Yes, I do.

Here, dessert.

I was brushing my teeth this morning when suddenly,

something occurred to me.

This SCI thing and the lawsuit with your daughter.

Why didn't you tell me?

It might help you find my daughter.

It helps me understand why you hate her.

She did ruin your life.

Twice.

First she stole your man and then she stole his little piggy.

She's the one who hates me.

Well, I...

You like it.

You love him through thick and thin.

Come on, you're almost sincere, but you can do better.

Your daughter is dead, Catherine.

It's been three weeks since she disappeared.

It's all very well scouring the newspapers, tirelessly scouring the Internet,

watch TV, be on the lookout for the slightest sign,

the tiniest piece of information, you know you've got no chance

of finding anyone alive after such a delay.

But are you amused?

You're atrocious.

I'm going to ask you not to plan any trips in the next few days.

If you don't, I'll put you under house arrest.

And what for?

You're no longer a witness, you're a suspect.

You suspect me of killing my own daughter.

Murder is always like that.

Money and sex,

one word too many, an argument, a blow that gets out of hand,

and death at the end.

Hi there.

I'd love a drink.

Come in. I wasn't in bed anyway.

Do you live alone?

My wife left me after the accident, but I understand her.

Nobody wants a handicapped person in the house.

It couldn't have been easy for you either, the couple and top-level sport.

Traveling two weeks out of three and the rest of the time,

I'm too tired even to tie my shoes.

Do you think she went somewhere else?

I never asked.

I think you're right.

It's no use, she's dead.

It's been three weeks since she disappeared.

There's been no movement on her account.

I don't know what to do.

Kick you out or laugh in your face?

You can do what you like.

But if you throw me out, you'll never know who killed him.

His mother.

Yes, his darling little mother.

I'll put it down to alcohol.

Alcohol has a nice back.

You, on the other hand, are not the thirsty type.

On the other hand, a guy your size has to do some damage

if he drinks one too many.

It's getting late.

I'd like to go to bed.

Me too, but I'm going to ask you a little favor.

I'm beat.

I'm drunk and I don't want to go home.

A place like this must have a little guest room?

Are you sure this is a good idea?

Come on, I can't move, not even my arms.

What power, what power!

Frankly, it makes me feel like anything.

And at the same time, I get the impression that it does something to you too?

Have you boys ever been tempted?

Not me, but a handsome guy like you.

Hello!

Come on, don't be shy, you're not the one who'll be shocked.

A guy who killed his wife.

Wait, you wanted to kill me?

His mother, me, is that a fixation of yours?

No.

Excuse me.

It's not a bit drunk, I'm completely gone.

My apologies.

I'm going to bed, I think that's better.

If you could put me up for a few days, that would be great.

What are you doing here?

Aspirin for me, tartlet for you.

Fred.

You don't like tarts anymore?

No, I don't like it when you come in like that.

We have something to celebrate.

I talked to our son, and believe me, I was good.

Good for you, Fred.

Here's to the return of family cohesion.

Family cohesion.

Better late than never.

I'll buy you a coffee and then you can go.

Come on, I've got to get ready for work.

And with what's-his-name, do you still have a good relationship?

Who's what's-his-name?

Eric.

Why are you talking about him in the past tense?

I don't know why.

I don't know, it's just that I see there's no one here.

There's nobody here?

Eric?

Eric?

Yes, there's no one there.

Here.

Close the door when you leave.

Aren't you going to drink your coffee?

No thanks, I'm fine, I'm already pissed off enough.

Brotherhood of the Golden Rake, go ahead.

Doctor Stunia on the phone.

I need to see you very quickly, now, right away.

I'll be waiting for you.

Wait, are you telling me to come right away?

Did I hear that right?

You've understood everything, come immediately.

You don't want me to mow the lawn and do the windows for you either?

No thanks, I'm fine.

No, she doesn't want to.

Good-bye, Doctor.

We usually start with hello.

Exactly.

It's up to you.

Yes, exactly, whenever I want, wherever I want.

That's what being a cop is all about, Doctor.

See what I mean?

The cop, he does this.

And the coroner, she goes like this.

And not the other way around.

Goodbye, Doctor.

Stay put.

What?

Are you going to tell me you dreamt of me naked, covered in chocolate?

I already knew that.

No, the woman from the dump, I discovered something.

With this, in less than two hours, the investigation is over.

Hello, Doctor.

Would you like a tartlet?

And you, my fist in the face.

Catherine Delbarre, I hear she's a murder suspect now.

What do you think?

We're working.

You got a body, Fred?

Morgue report, new testimony, wiretap report?

Anything that allows you to confirm that Anne Sentori is dead?

No.

Explain to me how you can suspect Catherine Delbarre of murder

if you can't prove that her daughter is dead.

You can be such a stickler sometimes, can't you?

And no fun.

Officially, Anne Sentori is a missing person and you don't have

any authority over her case.

You're in Homicide, not Missing Persons.

Okay.

I'm not done yet.

Now you can go.

I'm going to report you to the Inspectorate General for stealing tarts.

Catherine Delbarre, you let her go.

Otherwise, I'll let you know.

Toulouse, how was it?

Did you bring me something? A sausage?

Not bad.

Didn't they tell you I was paralyzed in both legs?

(Cousset), he's been in prison for months.

Of course he has.

I said nobody touches my chair, nobody.

I take back everything I said about your captain.

It's not unpleasant that you are, it's deeply and incurably perverse.

Stop it, I'm going to blush.

Where are we going?

You're playing it cool, nice, almost normal all of a sudden.

Like an idiot, I let my guard down and you take advantage of it

to pull the worst stunt you've ever pulled on me.

It was Toulouse, not Tourcoing.

I checked there, at the research brigade.

The file you gave me yesterday was three years old and backdated.

Really?

Make way for the handicapped!

Stop, this is very humiliating.

Not until you admit to me that it was you who put this rotten file among the others.

Careful, my uncle's sick, careful!

Stop the car.

Okay, that's me.

It doesn't smell very good, we'll have to change his pocket.

Uncle, we're going to change your pocket!

Stop it, I told you it was me.

I'm waiting for the rest.

Okay, the IML sent me some information this morning about the woman at the dump.

And?

She didn't die of suffocation,

but she had an extremely rare heart defect.

That's why the coroner didn't screen her right away.

What next?

A little room for the infirm!

There's only one woman in the region with this disease.

I have her father's name and address.

Is that all right?

There you are.

He's the one who asked to be hospitalized.

He's confused and extremely depressed.

I'm warning you, you're in for a rough time.

Hello.

My name is Lucie, I'm with the police.

You're pretty.

That's nice.

Can I stay and chat with you for a while?

I don't know.

I'd like to talk about someone who meant a lot to you,

Pauline.

She was pretty too, Pauline.

Yes.

It must have been terrible to see her like that, dead.

What happened, Monsieur Joseph?

I didn't think it was fair.

You didn't have the strength to declare the death?

I wanted everything to stay the way it was and for us to be together.

For ever and ever.

But then there was the smell.

I thought if I put it in the freezer...

And then I got scared.

And what did you do?

I wanted to throw her away, but her body was all hard.

It didn't fit in the trunk.

How awful!

Do you think they're better than the guys we usually arrest?

He cut his daughter into pieces.

Yes, but at least he acted out of love.

Love, love, what do you know about it?

More than you think.

Anyway, case closed.

Speak for yourself.

Body identified,

we know how he ended up dismembered in a landfill and who did it.

What more do you want?

Are you still thinking about Sentori?

Me? No.

Let's go, let's go.

- Now you're going to explain. - No, I'm not.

Why not?

I don't want you to be laid off with me.

How nice.

I don't believe a word of it.

If you're suspended, I can't come and taunt you

at the office between a nap, a movie and a massage.

My bag, it's sick!

What are you doing here?

Are you the one who reported our last conversation to Commander Moretti?

Yes, of course, it was you.

Leave me alone, please.

- Leave me alone! - Don't you dare!

I have too much affection for mothers who hate their children.

All right, but on one condition.

You're going to sign a nice little deposition for me

in which you declare that you suspect your son-in-law Pierre Sentori

of your daughter's murder.

How?

But I would never do that.

Don't you want us to know what happened to Anne?

Not that way.

All right, okay.

We'll do it another way then.

Me, Catherine Delbarre, blah, blah, blah.

Are you typing your reports now?

This is so surprising.

What's the next step? You're going to wear a tie,

pull into your parking space instead of leaving your trash can lying around?

No, that's the next step.

By the way, have you seen Delambre?

Is she back yet?

She's your lieutenant, you have to tell me.

She forgot her bag at the hospital.

I was in a hurry, so I left her there.

I saw her, she's on the second floor.

She didn't say anything like “I'm going to kill Cain”,

I'm going to strangle him with the wheels of his wheelchair,

I'm going to fix him up so badly, slaughter him, that even his radiologist won't recognize him?

No, she didn't say anything about that.

Weird.

Never mind.

Yes, Your Honor, you did read a deposition.

Catherine Delbarre accuses her son-in-law Pierre Sentori of killing her daughter.

I'm a family judge, Captain.

My job is to pronounce separations, to rule on

custody, pensions.

I'm not here to open criminal investigations.

Either you talk now, or it's up to SRPJ later,

as part of a murder investigation.

It wasn't Anne Sentori who divorced Pierre Sentori behind his back,

it's the other way around.

Pierre paid a woman to come to my office instead of Madame Sentori.

He's a broken man, I admire him a lot.

I couldn't refuse him that.

My ass on wheels, yes.

He skirted you a few bucks,

he took you to some fine parties where you dabbled in small quail,

Colombian high, what have you.

I don't give a damn.

I'm lenient on hypocritical old pigs like you.

What interests me is what Sentori was aiming at.

It was a maneuver, Captain, a desperate maneuver

to frighten his wife.

To tell her that she was nothing without him and that he could stop everything,

magazines, the good life, pictures.

I love this little restaurant.

Have a seat, champ, it's my treat.

I wanted to thank you for last night and tell you something.

I know I may have hurt your feelings, but you have to put yourself in my place.

I don't understand how you could be so weak with Anne,

you who are so strong.

So strong? I hear that all the time.

How do you know I'm so strong?

Because you're the best player SMUC has ever had,

capable of sprinting for an hour and a half and stopping a lap on a full charge.

A colossus who continues to play with a broken rib,

who doesn't flinch when you rip his ear off.

In the field, only in the field.

Stop playing the melancholy bear, Sentori.

You're a titan.

A beast of war.

You're not the kind of guy to be bothered by a whore

putting a ring on his finger.

You start again.

You come to my house to insult me and you do it again.

It's hard for guys like you, it's hard not to solve everything with your hands.

I always knew you killed Anne.

Now I know why.

You couldn't bear the thought of her leaving you.

That divorce was madness, Pierre.

You thought Anne was going to panic.

On the contrary, she felt as free as a bird.

You didn't know she'd taken her father-in-law's money?

Keep your mouth shut.

I'm your friend, Pierre.

The only one who can help you escape the depression that's about to eat away at you

all your life.

It seemed so small in my hands.

The night she packed her suitcase, we had a fight.

I grabbed her, squeezed, squeezed and she stopped breathing.

Can I ask you a question?

Is it because you're a cop that you've been behaving like this with me?

From the start, I've manipulated you, I've deceived you, I've lied to you,

just to catch you, like a dirty cop.

I don't believe a word of this.

Hold on.

The judge just called me.

Strange, he doesn't look like a traitor.

He told me a fascinating story about a deposition

and an exciting murder investigation.

Is exciting synonymous with bogus?

Now you're waving false evidence in front of a magistrate.

Are you out of your mind?

This is weird.

For the first time, I feel like you could kill me.

Kill you? But what for?

You're constantly pissing off the best lieutenant you'll ever have,

you're into forgery and misrepresentation.

You're alienating your only friend, me.

You're killing yourself very well.

You're doing fine.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Do you know what this is?

I don't know what that is.

Your letter to Santa?

No, it's the report I have to do on you, Fred.

With this, I can do whatever I want with you,

even send you to the crossroads with a whistle if I want.

You'd be the first cop in France on foot and on two wheels, thanks to me.

I'd rather watch over public gardens.

Some girls sunbathe there in the summer. Can you do that for me?

Too late, I finished filling it.

I've asked that your probation be extended.

Are you going to stick to my wheels all the time?

Are you going to stand there questioning me, spying on me, framing me day and night?

Sorry, Fred.

Don't be sorry.

I'm going to keep having you all to myself.

This is the happiest day of my life.

What are you going to do, torture me?

Not yet, they're waiting for us.

Not again.

Where to?

Rue Mirabeau elementary school.

I told them that the only disabled PJ officer would be delighted

to give them a little talk, just for them.

The children are overjoyed.

No, not that, that's mean, kids.

I also told them they could pinch you as much as they wanted.

You no longer have any feeling in your lower limbs.

You have become repulsive.

I'm learning a lot from you.