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The naturist camp,

it's three kilometres towards the Calanques.

They're dead.

Who are they?

Who died?

Mummy.

But mum, but mum.

(Music)

Thank you, Paul.

Coffee?

Something to warm you up?

What's your name?

Maxime.

Maxime how?

My mum, she calls me Maxou.

Where do you live, Maxime?

In a small house.

A house with flowers.

A red gate.

And where is this house?

At the Grotte Rolland, at the Grotte Rolland,

At the Grotte Rolland.

Good, good effort.

We're making progress.

Paulo!

Lieutenant, Marseilleveyre district, a shack with a red gate.

I'll meet you there.

Why did you come like that, with your little penis sticking out?

It was bath time.

It's bath time in the morning,

I get naked, then she gives me my bath.

Your mums?

Yes.

Not too difficult to find?

Are you making fun of me?

The Grotte Rolland, a red portal.

Even a Cotorep can locate the hut.

The captain.

Borel.

Louise Berthier, 76, Michelle Berthier, 78,

sisters.

They lived together with Maxime Berthier, 32,

grandson of Louise and grand-nephew of Michelle.

Doesn't Maxime Berthier have any other relatives?

His parents died in a car accident 21 years ago.

Maxime had a long stay in child psychiatry,

his mental retardation was diagnosed

and he was put under the guardianship of the Berthier sisters.

For the moment, no one has seen or heard anything.

Does it heal very quickly at 75 or is there no trace of violence?

That's the question I asked myself too.

And what does the stiff doctor think?

Held up at the IML, she's waiting for us to examine the remains with

us.

Doctor, you've missed the coolest crime scene of the year.

Five Japanese tourists killed in minibus accident,

with a translator who couldn't read the map in a

sushi bar, nice too.

No bruises, no abrasions,

no wounds.

I only have one thing to say.

What is it?

Nothing.

No sign of aggression or violence.

So they just died?

Playing human Tetris at the bottom of the stairs?

In the old age disease department, haven't you heard of it?

We're going to turn it all upside down,

Toxic work-up, signs of asphyxia, damage to internal organs.

The whole thing.

I've got a nice arse, but still.

I have another customer for you.

I'm here.

Oh no, two stiffs is my maximum dose.

You're on the case, Moretti's orders.

Come on, I'll take three.

It's not like I'm handicapped.

He was found this morning near the corniche.

Boris Levene, 48 years old, owner of Levene shipyards.

All right, can you give the lieutenant these papers?

I don't have his papers.

How do you know who he is?

He's an ex.

Or maybe you spread it.

His wife came to see the body.

So his wife comes to identify the body before we're in a position to...

to tell her that she's been found.

And then she leaves.

It's a fast one.

From what she told me, her husband didn't come home last night.

When he didn't answer his mobile, she called her friends,

hospitals, then the police.

Cause of death?

Nothing there either?

Rupture of the first cervical vertebra.

There are also defensive wounds on the arms, bruising on

fists, traces of epidermal tissue under the fingernails.

So two possibilities.

One, fight gone wrong.

Two, murder.

Given the wounds, it's possible.

Boris Levene, it's all in this file.

And these are the Berthier sisters.

The mug shots and the fingerprints that

were sent to me just before you arrived.

Thank you very much.

The visit to the Levene shipyard will have to wait.

Tell me, do you have any nephews?

Any nieces?

Cousins?

No.

Were you a camp counselor?

No.

Did you baby-sit as a student?

No, I didn't!

Why not?

You'll soon understand.

Your first impressions?

Innocent little wolf or murderous lamb?

What happened, Maxime?

We found your two mums here.

Can you remember?

Do you think they fell from up there?

Have you seen them?

Did you hear anything?

They didn't call you?

They didn't say ‘Maxime, time for your bath?’.

Coming!

I'm on my way!

Mum?

Mum?

Mummy?

Mum, I'm here.

Mummy?

Go and get him something to wear, Borel, the delirious St. Francis of Assisi,

It's all right for two minutes.

Aye, aye, Captain.

You search everywhere, and I'm going to comment.

comments.

Routine.

This is Lourdes, isn't it?

In two minutes, I'm going to start walking again.

And why did you undermine him like a child, Borel?

I'm the one who makes fools of witnesses.

That's all I found, Captain.

Maxime, how old did you say you were again?

32 years old.

Borel, Monsieur Berthier is expected in the torture room.

Max, this is your room.

This is his room.

Will you look in the drawers?

In the meantime, I'll take a look at this toy with you.

No, don't touch it! That's mine!

Calm down, you coward!

Shhh, calm down!

I'm on!

Don't touch!

You shouldn't have done that, Maxou.

Because you see, I'm five years old too.

And when they tell me not to touch...

Secured by a shitty soft-loft.

I'm not the first person to break into the system,

There are warning messages all over the lock.

Did you set that lock, Max?

You're very naive, Maxou.

You knew you were being monitored,

but you couldn't protect your machine properly.

What were you trying to hide?

Never mind, I think I have the answer.

Girlfriends, AdoSurf, SkyBlow.

What the hell were you doing on teenage blogs, Max?

Do we have anything to dust for fingerprints?

Yes, I do.

In the car.

Have you done this before, Borel?

No.

You can make a wish then.

That's good, you're a quick learner.

You don't even have to scan.

The Berthier sisters.

Yes.

It's a match.

What the hell are you doing on these blogs, Max?

Hunting?

Is that why your mums were spying on you?

Put the clamps on him.

Were the handcuffs really necessary?

It's to test his reactions, isn't it?

What do you think?

I think our friend had better be as irresponsible as

the shrinks say.

Otherwise, it's starting to look like statutory rape.

Still, it doesn't explain to me why his grandmother and his

suddenly decided to put on a bathrobe to go to the beach.

down the stairs.

That's for sure.

First of all, you go to the CRPJ, you cook me Maxime and you

debrief me.

You're in charge of the Berthier case, but I'm in charge of it.

take care of it.

And Levene, the dead guy on the beach, what do I do?

I don't do anything.

I'll take care of the widow.

You're feeding me information in dribs and drabs,

Is that it?

That's it, that's it.

The more you go on, the more you remind me of someone.

Who?

Caligula?

No, (inaudible).

And before four o'clock.

Is that OK?

Captain Cain, Crime Squad.

Laure Levene.

Come inside, it's too noisy.

Do you know what happened?

I thought you were going to tell me.

I'm not in the mood, Captain.

Apparently he got into a fight.

Boris dead in a fight?

Nonsense.

Who would do this to him?

I'm not going to tell you that right now.

I'll have to investigate a bit first.

Building sites, construction, the smell of concrete, it's always fascinated me

gets me high.

But to think it's you who's in charge of all this,

I envy you.

A few hours ago,

I had to recognise my husband's cold body,

lying on an iron table.

There's plenty to be envious of, that's for sure.

But I envy you that too.

You identify your husband at the morgue, and off you go to work.

What courage!

Makes a change from the widows who come to spread their death on my sleeves.

I've got seven jobs to do, I've got a company of 100 people

to deal with.

I'll deal with all that first, and then I might collapse.

Mrs Levene, thank you.

That's all for today.

But I'm already looking forward to meeting you again.

If it helps the investigation.

Hello.

Hello.

You know who that is, the good-looking guy in the red sweater,

over there?

No, brother, I don't.

It's captain, bro.

Either you tell me now who it is, or it'll be several

hours at the station.

And when you come back, there'll be another kid sawing away

those pipes for you.

Wamba, Léo Wamba, his name is.

Thank you very much.

Could you come in for a minute, Lieutenant?

It's about the Berthier case.

Ah, I'll stop you right there.

Captain Cain is in charge of the Berthier case.

Maxime Berthier, you're the one who's going to question him,

there, isn't it?

Yes, it's the captain's case, so I'm questioning his

suspect, that makes sense.

Cain and I have been friends for 20 years.

Yes.

I didn't hire you to set him up

like an old friend.

For example, questioning his witnesses when he's not amused.

and letting him question your witnesses if he likes.

Are you following me?

Exactly, Commander.

In this case, I called on Doctor Berger.

Dr Berger is regularly called in as an expert

psychiatric expert to the court.

In view of the file you've sent me, I think it's a good idea for a

specialist to help you assess the profile of Maxime Berthier and

assists you during the interrogations.

I beg your pardon.

Captain?

Lieutenant, can you get me your best pen and your secret notebook?

you write down this name, Léo Wamba.

Wamba, W-A-M-B-A.

I want to know everything about this guy,

where he's from, where he's going and if he's got Minnie tattooed on his butt, everything.

OK. Captain, I need to tell you something.

Ah, missed.

Double call, goodbye.

Hello.

Hello.

If you'd like to follow me.

Maxime, this is Dr Berger.

Hello.

She'd like to talk to you too.

Would you?

Here you are.

My job is to look after people like you, Maxime,

people who are a bit different.

I know how difficult this must be for you,

but I'm here to help you.

Let's start by talking about those blogs you go to,

Maxime.

Obviously, your mothers didn't like that very much.

Do you know why?

Still, at your age,

it's normal to be interested in girls, to have a fiancée.

What did you do with these girls you met?

Apart from chatting, I mean.

Were you going to the beach?

To the cinema?

No, no, no. I can't go to the cinema. I can't go to the cinema.

I'm not allowed.

What's wrong with the cinema?

Cinema is all black.

It's all dark.

And when it's all dark, the girls, they do things.

What kind of things, Maxime?

Things.

Things we,

things you're not allowed to do to children.

Did your mums tell you that?

Hi, Fred.

Sorry to bother you at work.

At work?

What are you talking about?

I have a favour to ask you.

I'll do it.

No, but let me explain first.

I have to go out of town, it wasn't planned and I couldn't make it.

organise it.

Could you come and look after Ben at the house this weekend?

I'd love to.

Thank you very much.

I've prepared the downstairs room for you.

It'll be easier.

I had no intention of rolling around in your sheets, nor of rummaging

in your panties.

By the way, speaking of panties, you keep in mind

that you're your son's father?

I know I am.

No sex, no drugs, no rock'n'roll.

We won't even order a pizza, I'll make a quiche Lorraine.

Do you know how to make quiche Lorraine?

Well yes, you just put the pastry on top.

Oh no, that's the tarte à tatin, Fred.

Is it?

So our big boy with a thing for little girls, what does that sound like?

Piss off.

Excuse me?

Piss off.

Have you been taking lessons in meanness?

No.

It's your friend Moretti.

He doesn't want us to be mates, you and me.

The Berthier affair?

Yeah.

And on that note, did the coroner call for the autopsy results?

No, not yet.

The computer.

I had it sent to the technician.

We'll know who the bloggers are

with whom Maxime chatted.

Oh yes, I also interviewed Maxime again, with the psychiatric expert.

I beg your pardon?

Commander Moretti has had an expert appointed.

He thought it was necessary, given Maxime's profile.

Very good.

And what does he think, the baccalaureate plus 15?

That Maxime is a child trapped in a man's body.

We needed a shrink for that.

And Moretti, what do you think of what he said?

You and me, we'll never be mates?

No.

Not even a little cinema?

Tonight, for example.

No.

Ah, and Léo Wamba,

Are you still interested?

I've done some research, it doesn't exist.

But I managed to find out where he was staying.

It's a small home near Saint-Charles.

It doesn't exist, but it's somewhere.

Logical.

I didn't say he was staying, I said he was staying,

past tense.

And it's been a month since he set foot in that home.

Strange coincidence,

He's been working for Laure Levene for a month and a week.

When you say he doesn't exist...

Léon Wamba is a false identity, a pseudonym that he uses,

but which is not listed anywhere.

Are you implying that this black man who toils on building sites for money

an undocumented immigrant?

Come on, come on lieutenant, not here, we've invented

human rights.

Turn off your firecracker, I'm coming.

Are you all right, Dad?

How are you?

Nickel.

Do you know the recipe for Quiche Lorraine?

Er, yeah, you open the freezer.

OK, I'll order some pizzas.

Dad?

I know, calzone without cheese.

Er, yeah.

Yeah, but no, I wanted to ask you, actually, can I invite

some mates over tomorrow night?

Of course, of course.

Anyway, if there are fag holes on the couch or crisps

in the fishbowl, your mother will say it was me.

Mr Simonetto?

You'll have a second, I just have a few questions to ask you.

about your neighbours, the Berthiers.

Of course, come in.

The way they live, apart from the EDF which comes every

years to read the meter, there's hardly anyone who comes

their house.

How often do you see Maxime?

So never.

Sometimes we meet him, but what?

Three, four times a year.

And always with the sisters, then?

Sometimes it was Michelle who took care of it and sometimes..,

it was Louise.

Did the three of them ever go out together?

No.

And fortunately.

I'm going to show you something.

This was two months ago for my daughter's birthday.

Happy birthday, happy birthday.

You'd better get off your ass...

...instead of looking at yourself in the mirror.

Was it often like that?

All the time.

It didn't stop.

Look at you, you corpse.

Was that really necessary?

Just thought I'd pop in and say hello.

But it's a bit naughty where you live, isn't it?

Less disgusting than on your building sites.

On the other hand, what's going on?

Don't you like the sun?

Have you got conjunctivitis or something?

Or are you expecting someone?

I beg your pardon, the someone was already here.

What are you doing here?

That's the question I was going to ask you, Mr Wamba.

At the same time, it's a stupid question, because the way you're dressed

I imagine I'm not interrupting anything.

a game of Scrabble.

It's the penal code or the moral code that brings you,

Sir?

It all makes sense in the end, Mrs Levene, it always does.

Doesn't it?

The dignified widow, the little ant who takes refuge in work,

my ass on wheels, yes.

A dead husband on an iron mat, what's it like when you've got

to spend your nights with this little jewel?

This isn't about law or morality, it's about the

station novel, isn't it?

This one's not a drawing, OK?

So Mr Leo, where did that decal come from?

Too bad.

Because that's the nice cop you just met.

The bad guy is coming.

Make yourself at home, Mrs Levene.

That's too kind.

Police, good evening.

Corporal, thank you for your back-up.

Tonight, it's not the PJ lieutenant, but the ex-corporal of the commandos.

commandos.

You who have been lulled for years by the sound of the Rangers,

of the bugle and the peace contests, you can tell me what Monsieur

Léo Wamba, at least the man who calls himself that,

hiding under his shirt?

PCRCI.

What's this? A croquet team?

Ivorian Revolutionary Communist Party.

The armed branch, judging by the rest of the decorations on the torso.

There are three machete scars on the chest alone

and 11,43.

Your deductions confirm that France has always looked after you paternally

over Africa.

Let's get one thing straight between us, Mr Leo.

Me, the whites, the blue whites, the blue white reds,

It bores me.

The more blacks there are in this country, the better off I am.

On the other hand, that doesn't stop me from asking myself a question.

What the hell are you doing here?

Since it's already very difficult to find a flat when you're

a pale arse.

So, with your arrogant complexion...

I'm wanted all over Africa.

If I go back there, I won't last a week.

Sold for ransom or murdered.

A little gift for our governments who don't like it very much,

revolutionaries.

It's true that piling up cinder blocks all day and being a whore

is a much better plan for a middle-class woman.

career.

You drop it!

Let him go.

Back off.

This guy loves you.

Yes, he does.

Thank you.

Have a wonderful evening.

Corporal!

But wait, aren't we going to stop them?

We've only just started having fun, we're not going to spoil it with some

reports and hearings.

Wait for it.

What's he doing there?

We don't have anything to take him into custody tonight.

Really, you haven't found anything?

Except that the two sisters hated each other.

But then, sticking him in the hole for that...

You can be such a cop sometimes!

When I said find, I meant invent.

He's just swallowed a booger there.

Disgusting.

In the hole.

What about tomorrow night?

Again.

OK.

I've got an idea.

You're on your own.

I love your ideas.

I'm going to move upstairs.

If there's a problem, call me.

Thank you, Borel.

Don't just stand there, go to bed.

I'm hungry and I haven't had my bath.

I'm hungry and I haven't had my bath.

Bon appetit.

I've got it.

Here you go.

I can have a look.

How did it go tonight?

Is Borel nice?

He doesn't snore too much?

No, she's the one snoring?

Did you read this when you were little?

Only the underwear pages.

Well, not him.

At Maxime's, all the underwear pages were carefully

torn out.

Methodical, the two old ladies.

They only had two hobbies in life, keeping Maxime at a distance

girls who do things and getting in each other's faces.

No, the coroner still hasn't called.

And?

Yes, in the Levene case, there, I had to be heavy.

I went through all the records of the Labour Inspectorate.

On a shift of 100 workers, more than 30% who work with the

Levene are undocumented.

Of course, you know a lot of people with papers

who are willing to kill themselves sniffing cement all day?

In any case, the Levenes were never bothered, not by the police, not by the authorities.

nor by the labour inspectorate.

Perfect.

I'm going to call my friend Laure Levene.

Are you going to call her?

No.

Thank you for accepting my invitation.

I wouldn't call it that.

Bandol, Domaine de l'Orangerie, 2008.

My father was in the building trade too.

When I told him I wanted to go into business,

he warned me.

A woman who manages building sites should know how to smoke, drink and fart

higher than her ass.

And you've obviously got a taste for it.

Yes.

Especially farting higher than my arse.

That's a feeling I'd love to have.

Why am I here, Captain?

I'm going to put aside the fact that an undocumented migrant is a woman

or a man who paid 10 times the price of his plane ticket on the black market,

he rents a filthy hotel room for the price of a three-star hotel

and that he spends his time being held to ransom by cousins,

friends, brothers.

I'm not going to dwell on the fact that sending the yellows away either

to the yellows, the blacks to the blacks and the redskins to the

Euro Disney isn't really my thing.

Or the fact that you must know someone pretty high up.

to have never been worried about your workforce.

So why don't we just stick to the basics?

Your husband is dead, Laure.

I want to know when, how, why, who.

That's what I want too.

But I don't see what my affair with Leo has to do with it.

Affair.

Fuck me and I'll find you a job.

Fuck me and I'll find you a room to sleep in.

Fuck me and I'll buy you clean socks.

What you call an affair, I call playing the whore,

me.

I have feelings for Leo.

I loved my husband.

I've reached an age where you know

that you can love two people at the same time,

in different ways.

Let's say that.

But to be honest with you, the triangular thing,

it's not good.

For me, you're a suspect.

Captain, I'd like to thank you for lunch and wish you all the best for the future.

an excellent afternoon.

Tell me, Borel, did they hire you to play ping-pong?

Yes, Captain, that's the only reason I joined

the police.

Doctor Stunia has just sent his report.

Hamdoulillah.

And what does it say?

Maxime's mothers died of insulin overdoses.

Nothing very original, sometimes you get the doses wrong,

except that only Michelle was diabetic.

Very good.

And you conclude?

No conclusion.

Yes.

Why is that?

Because it's your file.

Right, that's my file. It's my file, so it's up to me.

Didn't you say that the two sisters hated each other?

Yes.

They killed each other with insulin.

I would remind you that no traces of violence were found on the

body of the Berthier sisters.

So we're left with one option.

This one.

Why is that?

To become emancipated, to get rid of her two mums and make

things with the girls.

By the way, I got a call from the lab techs.

They managed to isolate a name that comes up a lot in the contacts

Maxime's contacts on the internet.

Lolita Castro, 13 years old.

I checked, she exists, she's not an alias.

I'm sure she has lots to tell us about fantasies

of Mr Berthier.

Monday morning, 9 o'clock in my office?

Yes, except it's not just up to us because there's a shrink there

now on the case.

Have you ever heard of neuro-linguistic programming?

The closed questions method?

No.

I remind you that my thing is babysitting.

Let me do it!

I'm sorry to bother you, but I was wondering about the procedure.

Should I debrief the shrink or should my lieutenant debrief her?

a written report?

No.

No?

Wait, I'll repeat, you'll see that no is not a

possible answer.

The closed question might work for selling

to students, but not to me.

If you have new interrogations or a new

confrontation, the psychiatric expert will do it with you.

But why?

I'm fine, I don't need a shrink.

Your witness, on the other hand, suffers from mental problems,

which the expert confirmed in his first interview with him.

OK. Because he's crazy,

he doesn't have the right to police violence like everyone else.

That's discrimination.

Yes, but it's like me.

Deep down I'll tell you, I dream of walking around in a

in a wheelchair, making sex jokes all day long,

but that's not possible.

What's it all for?

Because I'm not disabled.

Life is disgusting.

You don't say.

What's up?

Ben!

Ben!

Ben!

It's Fred.

I need you at Ben's right now.

Ben, answer me!

Answer me, Ben!

Ben!

Answer me, damn it!

Are you going to be all right?

He's put in his account,

but he'll get off with a good headache.

I've got to go.

Don't hesitate.

What's up?

Thank you, Commander.

Hey, you're welcome, Captain.

What are we doing here?

That's for you to tell me, isn't it?

I'm sorry, Ben, but I'm keuf.

I counted the bottles

and it doesn't explain the state you were in last night.

What did you take?

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

She's Mathieu's sister,

she brought something from Amsterdam.

What was it?

Meph,

but we just typed a bit to see.

Just to see?

You think I'm stupid or something, mephedrone.

Do you want me to show you the state of this shit we're in?

as you say?

Do you want me to show you the narcotics report?

Excuse me, Dad.

I don't want your mother to bury her son.

I don't want to bury my son!

Excuse me.

Come over here.

Stop this bullshit.

Let go of me!

Let go of me!

Sit down!

Let go of me!

Calm down.

That's enough now.

Let go of me!

Let go of me!

Ben, are you feeling better?

I'm fine.

I hope he's understood.

Fred, this is...

Dr Berger.

We already know each other.

Shall we?

Yes, they're waiting for us.

Have you known Maxime for long?

I don't know, a little over a year.

The age difference never bothered you?

I didn't know that.

This is the first time I've seen it in real life.

And what do you talk about when you chat?

Anything and everything.

Films we download, what we'd like to do later.

Max never asked to meet you?

No.

He never felt the desire to see you, to have a relationship with you.

relationship with you?

No.

Tell him about Max's mums.

His mums, did they tell you about them?

Yes, often.

What were they saying?

It was weird.

It's my fault they died.

They were saying,

they said you'll end up killing us, Maxime.

You're welcome.

What's up?

Max is not mentally retarded in the classical sense.

He suffers more from a kind of post-traumatic block,

as if his development stopped when his parents died.

So he'll be a child all his life?

Yes.

Especially since the Berthier sisters did everything to maintain it

her pathology.

They isolated him, treated him like an impotent kid,

filled his head with horrors about sexuality.

He may have finished

by exploding, by rebelling violently against the sisters?

No.

Maxime feels guilty about their death,

but I think he is incapable of the slightest violent impulse.

The real perverts in this story,

are probably the Berthier sisters.

It's just a hypothesis,

but I wouldn't be surprised if they killed themselves.

By trying to frame Maxime?

In their delirium, it makes sense.

Lune knew she was doomed by diabetes,

the other had never lived without her sister,

with the passionate hatred that cemented them together.

Maybe they even imagined this morbid staging based on

insulin to keep Maxime locked up, away from the world,

from sociability and sexuality.

And you, Fred, what do you think?

I'm a cop.

And the cop, he has nothing to talk about, no testimony,

no trace of violence, no contradiction in the speech

of Maxime.

Little Lolita even said over and over that he had never done

any sexual allusion.

He's Pinocchio, that guy.

Nothing in his head, nothing between his legs.

All we have are hypotheses.

And then, how many murderous perverts have we arrested?

in the last 10 years?

One, two?

Statistically, there's every chance that Max is a madman.

Hello, Maxime.

Hello.

Good morning, Lieutenant.

We'll put this stuff in your room.

And then we're going to have a look around, OK?

Come on.

Goodbye, Lieutenant.

Goodbye, Maxime.

This is from the immigration services.

Laure Levene's husband has been lobbying for weeks.

to get Leo a residence permit, even a temporary one.

And in the days before his death, nothing.

He officially gave up his claim.

The cuckold has understood that he is a cuckold.

And that his wife's lover was none other than

who was trying to help her.

Hello.

Yes, cuckoo clocks, lunches, all that,

that's over. Now it's a cop raid.

Get out of the way.

Mr Leo, two arrests for the price of one.

How long has your husband known about the two of you?

Not talking today.

Only when you're drinking do you loosen up?

Mind you, I don't care, I don't mind doing the

questions and answers, I'm used to it.

And here's my answer, Boris didn't know a thing.

And when he knew, he stopped supporting the illegal immigrant to get revenge.

A guy can hold a grudge when his wife's on him.

Isn't he?

She's in for 10 years, accessory to murder.

And him, we make a request for his extradition, hoping that

those who will welcome you back home, offer you death

pretty quick.

Drop it.

I'm the one who killed Boris.

Of course you did.

Now that you know you've got nothing left to lose, you're going to tell us

all to cover for Laure.

You've got to stop being so heroic, Léo.

Only cowards make old bones.

No! Leo!

It's all fluff, comedy.

Come on, stop it.

I know what it's like to want to die.

But you, Leo, a guy who has fought for years, who has without

seen his whole family slaughtered by militiamen,

who found the energy to come and work here, sweat blood and water

on building sites, fearing inspections day and night, and then falling back

in love.

You're sickly addicted to life.

Come on, give him the clamps.

(inaudible) or what?

I'll take care of it.

You missed, Leo.

And yes, I'm not stupid, my gun was empty.

Drop the gun now or I'll break your kneecap, OK?

Can we talk now?

Is it true what Leo told us?

Yes.

How did it go?

Because the judge is going to ask me.

Judges are a pain in the ass.

It's Boris.

When he understood, he asked to see me.

He wanted to explain.

I tried to talk to him.

He threw himself at me, he hit me.

We know what happens when someone comes after you.

I pushed it.

He fell and broke his neck.

I didn't mean to kill him.

That's for the judge to decide.

Leo!

What's the risk?

Manslaughter, seven years, five if he behaves himself

and he'll behave.

What about me?

Two will make one.

Laure?

Do you love her?

Yes.

Really?

Yes.

The second you get out of jail, marry him in custody.

Give him half of your shares.

Or better yet, have a baby with him in the visiting room.

No one can ever send him home again.

Thank you for this.

Don't thank me.

If you don't, I'll take care of it myself.

liquidate your company for illegal work.

Are you all right?

Yeah, better.

By the way, Dad, I wanted to tell you...

It's okay, Ben.

We've explained, I've told you what I had to tell you.

I think you heard me.

No need to bring it up again.

If it makes me feel better to bring it up again.

In that case, I'm listening.

I'm listening.

Hi, you two.

How are you?

Did everything go well?

Yes, fine.

Yes, quiet.

I'm going to put my suitcase down.

What about you?

Yeah, yeah, fine.

Oh no, Fred, fuck!

What are those chips in the goldfish bowl?

Fucking hell.

Well, what's going on?

Has your hamster had another heart attack?

He didn't wait 24 hours before taking action.

That same evening, he tried to rape a resident.

15 years old.

Fortunately, the supervisors arrived in time.

He just confessed to me that he killed his mothers.

Too proud.

He was itching to brag, he couldn't hold back.

For my friend, the commander.

What?

You're returning your card because of a mistake?

Of course, it's horrible, but even the psychiatric expert

was fooled.

Nobody could have guessed it, the insulin trick.

Are you that proud?

I'm disappointed in you.

I get that a lot.

But this is the first time you've disappointed me.