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Hey!

Hi, guys.

Would you like to earn five euros?

In a few minutes, there's a guy coming out of there.

I'd like you to give him this envelope.

His name is Franck Donnet.

Why don't you give it to him yourself?

Because you wouldn't make five euros, then.

Okay.

You're here, sweetheart.

We have to give you this.

What's this?

Come on.

(Music)

Yes?

We're urgently needed at the old port.

I'll be there before you.

I don't think so.

Lost.

What the hell is this?

A streamlined motorcycle with small wheels.

A scooter.

That's not regulation at all.

It suits you to talk about regulations.

Admiral.

Come on, Borel, make me dream, what have we got?

The victim is a woman.

Her ketch has been boarded by the maritime brigade,

drifting offshore.

Ketch? Sketch.

A two-master, mainmast forward and mizzenmast aft.

When they searched the boat, the shipping agents noticed

that the coxswain's body was trapped under the hull,

blocked by a rope.

Does this helmswoman have a name?

Agathe Delphes.

Lucie, are you with us?

Lieutenant, are you all right?

Delambre, how are you?

Lieutenant?

Hello, I'm the victim's father.

I'll be right there. It's over there, go ahead.

She's a friend from her teens.

I haven't seen her for seven years.

You scared me, I thought you'd gotten pregnant without my permission.

What happened?

The coroner came by just before you arrived.

She examined the body, it's asphyxia by reflex apnea.

In other words, in old French, noyade.

We've got company.

Lucie.

Captain Cain, François Delphes, Agathe's father.

Are you in the police now?

She's here now.

Can I talk to you for a moment?

I know you never liked me much, but...

The feeling was mutual.

Whatever you may think, I loved Agathe.

You had a funny way of not showing it.

I'm not looking for excuses, but it wasn't easy being his father.

Why are you telling me this now?

Because I never had a chance to say it before.

I'm sorry to say this, but maybe we should have talked about it with her, don't you think?

I've tried, Lucie, many times.

If you say so.

Why do you overwhelm me?

As if it wasn't hard enough already.

Agathe died in territorial waters,

which in law is equivalent to the public highway.

It is therefore normal for there to be a routine investigation to determine

the accidental circumstances of his death.

Then the case is closed.

I've inspected the interior, it's a mess.

How about this?

Looks like a collision course.

It's fresh and there are paint particles of a different color, blue.

I see it, Borel.

Interesting, isn't it?

Do you think it's the maritime brigade that could have done this?

Bringing the boat back.

What else?

The lifeboat is on station.

She must have been surprised, getting tangled up just before

or by falling into the water.

Around her feet, the knots on the rope looked like nothing, it was a bit loose.

In short, the dead woman is dead, she drowned by drowning

and the knotted rope had knots.

Are you going to the harbor master's office to see if they know anything?

Okay, boss.

Does he know it's his daughter who died?

Giving in to his emotions isn't really the family way.

Are they all like that at the Delphes house?

Pretty much.

Well, he seems like an important guy, Mr. Self-Control.

I think he's now president of the regional audit office.

Back when I knew Agathe,

he was chief of staff to the Minister of Industry.

So, you were friends with the daughter of a dircab?

What's the big deal?

You must have done some stupid things while Dad was pampering his minister in Paris.

We were left with our mother and youngest sister,

it wasn't bad.

You don't seem to like them very much, the little family.

Not really, no.

Delphes is a real tyrant.

He has fashioned his wife and youngest daughter in his own image,

the first because she fears him, the second because she admires him more than anything.

He seduces, and if he can't seduce, he terrorizes.

With him, there's no alternative.

And with your friend Agathe, did it work differently?

Agathe was the only one with whom her little act didn't work.

As a result, he hated her and loved her even more.

Totally perverse.

The ugly duckling remake.

Why do you think she looked so little like them?

I don't know, I never understood.

Do you mind if I don't invite you to the autopsy?

No.

The victim was under the influence of alcohol at the time of death.

Ouch.

Is this an accident?

Could be.

She was also on antidepressants.

I found two unbroken pills in her stomach.

Ouch, ouch, ouch.

Suicide now?

Maybe not.

Excuse me, Doctor, but this is unbearable!

Do you realize that's why we never closed the deal?

With you, it's always maybe, maybe not.

Maybe it is.

There are also traces of trauma on the back of the skull.

There you go!

A shock sustained just before death and administered by a round, thick, blunt object.

A good truncheon, a baseball bat, a pickaxe handle,

and we've got ourselves a good old-fashioned murder!

Suddenly smells a lot better.

It might.

Or not.

What do you mean, a boom stroke?

What does a boom stroke mean?

It's the tiller that holds...

Holds the base of the mainsail and rotates around the mast.

Thank you, Borel.

How was the weather that evening?

Quite windy and rough seas, but nothing too serious.

What's the situation at the harbor office?

One of the guys remembers seeing the ketch leave the harbor around 9 p.m,

but no distress call was received that night.

So, she's out to sea, all's well,

and suddenly the boom hits her in the back of the head and she falls overboard.

Only just before, probably for show,

she tangles her feet in a rope and gets trapped under the hull.

Are we there yet?

No, we're not.

We're not good at all.

Agathe was messy in everything and everywhere.

With one exception: her boat.

On board, he was a real tyrant.

Everything had to stay in order, there wasn't a single thing sticking out.

She would never go out to sea without her life jacket on

or without attaching her lifeline.

And she'd never come aboard drunk

or medicated.

She really wasn't his type.

Assuming she's changed much in the last seven years, your girlfriend,

she would have loosened up, she would have had a lot to drink.

I don't know, she got really depressed, got hooked on pills.

Can you believe it?

The marks on the hull are fresh.

This isn't the marine brigade.

The boat has been in port for three months,

so it must have been struck in the open sea last night.

An accidental collision.

Borel, what about solidarity with seafarers?

Kersauson will turn over in his grave.

He's not dead, boss.

Is he?

I shouldn't be telling you this because it concerns you personally.

Or rather, it's because it concerns you personally that I'm going to tell you this.

You're the one who's going to get to the bottom of this.

Only you're going easy on Delphes.

Don't slap him around too much, because given his pedigree,

knowing Moretti, this is going to upset him.

You've reached Agathe Delphes, please leave a message.

Agathe, I've got your stuff, but not at night, so hurry up.

I'm at the Blue Bar. See you there.

Are you looking for someone?

Franck Donnet.

What do you want from him?

Just to make sure he's not beating up a girl

or putting one on the sidewalk.

Are you all right, Fred?

Shit.

Ah shit, does that mean you're okay?

No, it means I'm not dealing with the ruthless boss,

but the thoughtful friend.

Can the thoughtful friend afford to ask you

if your day went well?

Nickel, cold shower, the nurse gave me my little tablets,

electroshock, ambulance and voilà.

You've had time to do a little reading too.

See, it was on your desk, I didn't even have to rummage through it.

That's why I tell Delambre to hide his little purse.

You went to see Donnet at his place of work without any official reason.

Once a crook, always a crook.

That's a good motive, isn't it?

I just got off the phone with his parole officer.

Not too happy about a cop, even one on wheels,

on the very day of his release.

And this girl, has he seen these photos?

Donnet will never pay for this.

Maybe Mr. Advisor would squirm less if he knew who he was really dealing with.

None of that, Fred, okay?

I know as well as you do what that bastard's capable of.

So now, spare me your two-bit pathos

and remember that you were the one eating out of his bowl.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Agathe Delphes was here the day before yesterday.

Agathe? Night before last?

Are you sure?

She got the call from a landline, that's the number here, isn't it?

Hang on a sec.

What do you want with Agathe?

She had a date the night before last, obviously with her dealer.

So, did she come or not?

Yes.

How was she?

Did you notice anything?

Was she all right?

Agathe, all right? Look for the mistake.

Was she alone?

She couldn't find her colleague.

This made her grumpy and she started to put her satchel in the mojito.

I was about to take her out when the little sailor came to get her.

The little sailor?

What's his name?

No idea.

A guy in his thirties with the average skipper's kit.

What time did he pick her up?

7:00 or 7:30 p.m.

What's up? What's she done now?

Nothing, she's dead.

What exactly does the average skipper's face mean?

I guess it's the sun-tanned skin and the spray-washed hair.

I never understood the success of this kind of guy.

Is that really attractive to a woman?

No more so than big bourgeois families for disabled cops.

Are you trying to tell me something?

You're with me, but not for you,

Agathe's death may be just an accident.

Usually, this is the kind of chore you'd shy away from.

I'm allowed to go to the zoo, just like everyone else.

Agathe was being treated by a psychiatrist, so I called him.

He said she was at rock bottom, but she absolutely refused to go to hospital.

He even tried to impose involuntary hospitalization,

but that required the consent of a third party.

What then?

So, nothing.

Categorical refusal from the family.

Excellent.

It's going to squeak in the pack.

This is it.

We don't do the service entrance, we do it like the big boys.

I'll park my little wasp next to the big mosquito.

Oh, yes.

Lieutenant Delambre, Captain Cain.

Just a second, I'm wiping my tires, I don't want to get them dirty.

We'd like to speak with Mr. and Mrs. Delphes, please.

If you'd like to come in.

Thank you, sir.

I'll let you wait a moment, I'll tell Madame.

Another ketch.

It's an obsession these days.

This is a reproduction of the family sailboat: 20 meters,

four double cabins, can carry up to 20 passengers.

Hello, Lucie.

Maria, would you make us some coffee?

Lucie, it's been so long.

It's horrible to find yourself like this.

Florine, Agathe's sister.

Any news?

No news.

Nothing from nothing.

I was a Dallas fan, but it was on TV.

Whereas here, Dallas, next door, was cat pee.

And when I say cat, I should say alley cat.

I'm having trouble understanding the purpose of your visit.

Agathe's body will have to stay a little longer at the Institute of Forensic Medicine.

What are the reasons for this?

Further analysis.

What's this, additional analysis?

Didn't Agathe drown?

Thank you, Maria.

Yes, but the circumstances of his death are not entirely clear.

You mean it couldn't have been an accident?

No, that's not what she meant.

We need to establish the facts with certainty.

About an hour before the boat leaves port,

Agathe went to a bar for a drink.

A guy came looking for her.

A skipper probably, or maybe her boyfriend.

Can't you think of something?

Agathe has been totally estranged from us for over four years.

We've tried everything to work it out, but you know how she is.

I know what she was like.

I went by her place yesterday.

She lived in a slum.

She drank, she got high, she was on antidepressants.

And the psychiatrist who was trying to treat her

wanted to hospitalize her at the request of a third party,

but the third party had to agree to his request.

I won't allow it, Lucie.

I refused because of family matters.

We don't need any lessons from you.

As far as I know, you didn't care much for Agathe,

since you left her to her fate to improve yours.

OK.

Wait, Lucie.

I think the coffee's getting cold.

You know how they are, Lucie.

I assure you, Agathe's death has completely devastated them.

Come on, she died the day before yesterday, it doesn't make them hot or cold.

In public, they don't give anything away, but I've never seen them like this before.

Never, I assure you.

Let's say so.

Keep me informed, Lucie.

Please do this for me.

I really want to know what happened to him.

I'll take care of the rest and you won't see them again, okay?

Do you promise?

I'll call you at the police station.

I'll let it go.

There's too much affect, it's eating me up.

Plus, I'm acting like a little bitch

and that's the best way to screw up the investigation.

What the hell are you talking about?

You've come very close to perfection on this visit.

You're not going to give up.

Anyway, there's no more investigation and there never should have been.

You were right, Agathe had become a wreck,

she was getting high.

She got on her fucking boat and died.

It's as dramatically stupid as that.

You're not going to let Delphes take you apart that easily, are you?

Where have I been all this time?

I didn't even make a phone call, a visit, nothing.

You were her friend, not her mother.

You can't understand.

You don't know what happened between us back then.

Of course I do, and in detail.

What?

All the bullshit you two have been spouting,

to the incredible gas station robbery in Endoume.

Afterwards, you redeemed yourself by enlisting in the army.

Have you read my file?

You had no right to do that, it was confidential information.

What do you think, Delambre?

That I'd let myself stick an assistant without checking her personnel number?

You should thank me, I gave you the benefit of the doubt.

You had no right to do that!

The truth is, it was your misbehavior that pleased me.

And it's easy to brandish the right when you've had the right support at the right time.

That's right, Delphes intervened

at the police station in charge of the investigation.

He was also the one who put pressure on the gas station manager

to withdraw his complaint, in return for a nice little bundle of cash.

It wasn't in your file.

But you know how it is, people talk and I listen.

Come back down to earth, Delambre, and do what you have to do.

Do your job, no more, but no less.

And if you have something to discover, find it.

Secretariat of divine purgatory, I'm listening.

Okay, we're on our way.

I think Tintin has discovered Captain Haddock.

So, Borel, how did you do it?

I've found a retired couple whose boat is located two spaces away

on the same pontoon as Agathe Delphes.

These pensioners heard a commotion on the ketch,

a man and a woman who were getting very confused.

The next day, the old man saw the guy at the other end of the harbor,

but with a different boat.

That's the one.

Blue paint, like the marks on the hull of Agathe's boat.

Does this hit-and-run driver have a name?

Arnaud Patriat.

He's well known at the captain's office.

Professional helmsman, lives on his boat.

But for the moment, he's not here.

All right, you wait here.

You bring him back to the SRPJ as soon as he shows the hood of his raincoat.

Hold on tight!

What do you want?

To talk to you about Agathe Delphes.

What was your relationship with

Agathe?

She was a friend.

Friend or girlfriend?

Look, I don't know what you've been told.

What could they have told me?

She wasn't well, I was taking care of her, that's all.

Very close, apparently, judging by the marks on your boat.

Why do these tracks match exactly those found on Agathe's boat?

Any idea?

She broke her rudder off Porquerolles.

She called me to help her out.

I torqued my boat, but there was a swell and it slammed into hers.

When was that?

Last week.

Last week.

It's very strange because according to the harbor master's office,

apart from the day before yesterday, the boat has never left port for three months.

Fuck, I don't know, he's wrong.

Yeah, that's it, he's wrong.

Or maybe I have an explanation.

You're bullshitting me, Patriat.

He's in trouble, the little moss.

You were on Agathe's boat the day before yesterday, witnesses saw you.

Maybe they were wrong too.

She was convinced she had pot on the boat.

She couldn't find any, so she started to get angry.

She can't find her pot, so she calls you?

Is she mad at you?

Are you coming to the show, Borel?

Boss, I searched Patriat's studio.

He works for Mr. Delphes as a skipper.

I found some pay slips.

You were his supplier, right?

Come on, little Alice, eat the mushroom

and join us on the other side of the mirror.

How about a confrontation between Delphes and Patriat?

All we have to gain is that they admit they know each other.

Why didn't Patriat tell us about his relationship with Delphes?

That's not right.

I'm sure he's just pulling our leg. Even the collision thing.

When we mentioned Patriat at the villa, nobody reacted.

But yes, there's still the collision.

But you have to prove it.

Then we can take him into custody.

We'll go to the harbor master's office.

Okay, boss.

And you, you're going to release the little mousse.

We'll let him stew in nature and get a little ulcer.

In the meantime, you're coming with me.

Where to?

Somewhere where we won't get squeezed by the gendarmerie.

We've been here 10 minutes and she still hasn't asked us for our papers.

I should have had something much stronger than beer.

Until I know how Agathe died, I can't swallow anything, sorry.

You feel guilty about letting your friend down

and for not being there to help her out,

except that you never play the same game twice.

You have to know how to turn the page.

It suits you to say that.

Why do you say that?

I heard Moretti talking to a prison official.

You're harassing an ex-convict who just got out of the clink.

I'm programmed to stalk.

I'm like herpes or French singers.

Franck Donnet, you were behind him for months when he was arrested.

Just before, he had time to massacre his partner, Lisa Garrido.

The file was lying on your desk.

You went through my things, too.

And you in my past.

I'm sorry, but you're not worth much more than I am.

You'd like to make him pay for what he did to that girl,

but you had your accident and he went to jail for robbery.

Now that he's out, you'd like to play the game again, as you put it.

I'd like to please you and play the exemplary, generous cop.

But no, that's not why I blame myself, any more than I blame Franck Donnet.

Anyway, that's not the only reason.

What's the reason then?

Now I'm the one who didn't drink enough.

One all, ball in the middle.

Hello?

Lucie, it's François Delphes.

I'd like to see you now.

I'm on my way.

I'm at Agathe's.

Fred, what are you doing here?

You know me, Franck, whenever there's a violent pimp around,

I can't help it, I've got to get out there.

He's funny.

He's so funny, this jerk!

I didn't think there was such a thing as a funny cop.

Yes, there is, Frédéric Caïn.

I'm an idiot, I didn't introduce you.

Come on, darling, come on.

Betty, my fiancée, my love.

Look how beautiful she is.

Fred Cain, a condé, funny, but a condé.

An old friend I haven't seen in years.

Look, honey, there's an empty table.

Go sit down, I'll be there in five minutes.

You're not very talkative.

Now that I have you in front of me,

I realize I didn't work on my speech enough.

Stop being funny.

It's just you and me.

- I don't want to be funny. - What's funny?

I don't always feel like being funny.

What do you want, Fred?

Are you going to be on my ass for the rest of my life?

Do you want to put together a case to get me off the hook?

Whatever you do won't get your legs back.

What do you want?

To hang out at night with the guys you used to chase during the day,

was a dangerous game.

You knew the rules, so you played dumb.

You know something?

Sincerely, I'm happy to see you alive in your armchair.

I can't say the same.

I don't know where to start, Lucie.

I do.

Why didn't you tell us about Patriat?

Because he's a good guy.

A nice guy.

Always ready to help out his girlfriends in need of pot or crack rocks.

I'd rather it went through him than any small-time dealer.

So you knew about it?

I was the one who asked him to look after Agathe.

I heard how you arranged things after Endoume.

Is that why you didn't get in touch with Agathe?

The heist was your idea.

At least, that's what you told the cops back then.

You were so angry at yourself for dragging Agathe into it

that you preferred to draw a line.

To each his own.

I have to tell you something I can't keep to myself

now that Agathe is dead.

It started when she was 13.

I used to go up to her room on the second floor.

That lasted until she was 16, about the time you met.

Did her sister and mother know about this?

His sister, no.

His mother may have had doubts, but we never talked about it.

There's something I've always deeply hated about you.

More than your posturing, your calculations, your pretense,

is that you're a pervert, a pervert of the worst kind.

You play it confessional, hand on heart, knee on the ground.

You can't help getting everything dirty.

You want to hurt me and you know it.

I always knew there was pain in her,

but it was her strength and pride that impressed me,

far more than anything else.

Much more than what I couldn't see.

I understand what gnawed at her, what finally destroyed her.

You killed your daughter.

And twice.

Agathe didn't die at sea.

I killed her.

That evening, Patriat took Agathe home.

I was alone.

She seemed to be in a state.

She asked Patriat to wait for her.

Even before she spoke, I understood why she had come.

She told me she'd often thought about it, that the truth had to come out

so that she could rebuild her life.

She told me she was going to get in touch with a journalist and tell him all about it.

I tried to reason with her, but she wouldn't listen.

When she wanted to leave, I tried to hold her back,

but to no avail.

I picked up the bottle, hit him on the head, hard.

She lost consciousness and fell into the pool.

Afterwards, I went outside to look for Patriat.

We transported the body on Agathe's ketch.

Did you accept?

You're a monument to servility, Patriat.

I went out with Agathe's boat, Patriat with his.

Offshore, we pair off.

That's when the boat hit.

Then I threw Agathe's body overboard.

What about the rope we found around her body?

It was at night, I didn't see that a rope was wrapped around her.

I went over to Patriat's boat and we left.

Can I talk to you for a minute in private?

Are you sure about this?

Delphes has never acted gratuitously.

If he goes to the table, it's not because he feels stuck.

It's because he's trying to get or hide something.

And you don't want to tell me what it is?

Are you ready to follow me?

Wherever you want, whenever you feel like it.

What do you want?

To ask you a question.

Your father raped your sister for years.

Why didn't you tell anyone?

Why didn't you do anything?

I was eight when it started.

What did you want me to do?

You're lying, Florine, I know you.

If you knew what your father had done to your sister, even at eight years old,

you would have gouged out his eyes rather than let him into her room.

You didn't do anything because you didn't know anything.

You found out much later.

How late?

Not long before his death.

When exactly?

The night before she died, before she was found at sea.

Did you see each other that night?

Yes.

Where? Here?

Yes.

So you heard her arguing with your father?

Answer me, did you hear her arguing with your father?

and that's when you found out?

No.

It happened in front of the pool, so you must have seen or heard them.

No.

Why not?

Why is this?

Because Agathe didn't argue with my father.

It was with you.

Yes.

What's the matter with you?

I'm sorry, Dad.

What's going on?

What did you tell them?

The same as you, except for one detail.

It wasn't you who was there when Agathe and Patriat arrived, it was her.

When Agathe arrived, she was furious,

drunk, so she threw it all back at Florine,

all the horrors you put her through when she was just a kid.

She didn't want to believe.

She's the one who hit her before she fell into the pool,

it wasn't you.

It was Agathe who had the evil in her.

She wasn't crazy about it,

she made Dad do it because she's always been crazy.

That's sordid.

You're free to go until a judge calls you in.

Hugo, take the girl away.

And I'm arresting you for obstructing justice, making up the murder of Agathe, your daughter.

What the hell are you doing here again?

I've been thinking, I know what I want.

Take me for a ride on your motorcycle.

What are you talking about? You can't, you're completely insane!

If you want me to stop making your life miserable, that's my condition, a motorcycle ride.

On the Gineste, just like old times.

You broke your own neck.

You knew that turn.

Yet you broke your face.

Of course, it's like Lisa.

She beat herself up.

I got five years in the closet, Fred.

I paid, didn't I?

Five years.

Do you know what it is?

I got life in prison, a life in a wheelchair.

You followed me.

You were totally stoned.

I saw you take off in my mirror, so I turned around.

When I got there, you were lying in the ditch, still alive.

If I wanted to finish you off, I would have.

All I had to do was push your bike and it would fall on you.

I didn't.

You didn't have the courage to do it, so you left without calling for help.

And I had to wait for hours for a car to drive by

and spot me in this fucking ditch.

What are you doing, Fred?

You want to kill me?

No.

Step back.

I said, step back.

Step back.

I don't want you to die,

I want you to smash your vertebrae against this fucking rock.

I want you to end up in a wheelchair.

Then we'll be even.

Come on, step back.

Step back.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

You could miss and die.

That would be too good a death for you.

Come on, take me home.

Are you all right?

No.

Anyway, I don't know how you managed to figure it out,

but bravo, you've bluffed me.

It wasn't very difficult.

Delphes's spontaneous confession didn't fit.

He's not the type to give himself up so easily without having an idea in the back of his head.

He saves face like that for years, then all of a sudden,

he goes on about incest and the murder of his daughter in the process.

He was obviously trying to protect someone.

Yes, but why Florine?

Who else?

Who could mean enough to him to sacrifice himself?

His wife, I wonder if he ever saw her any other way

than as a houseplant or a piece of furniture.

Only Florine remained, the anti-Agathe, his beloved daughter who looked so much like him.

And you, Franck Donnet?

I think I'll take my advice, or rather the advice I gave you.

I'm going to turn the page.

You know what, Delambre?

I think we should take a little week off,

like a spa treatment.

We'd be abused by sadistic physiotherapists,

we'd only eat steamed organic carrots.

We'd be bored to death in hot tubs,

watching zombies go by in their bathrobes.

Nothing would happen, no crime, no blood,

no tears, nothing.

The grandiose stillness of absolute emptiness.

At the same time, you in your bathing suit

doing sudokus for eight days, I can't believe it.

Hi there.

Hi, Fred.

I know, I should have told you I was coming by.

It's okay, it's okay, I didn't say anything.

Is this the last box?

Yes.

After this one, finished, there'll be no trace of me in this house.

You could say I took my time.

You're right.

That girl...

Lisa Garridot, I told you about her.

And Franck...

I remember now.

Gotta go.

Still have to sort it out.

Hi there.

Hi.

Tell me something I've always wondered.

Did you have an affair with this girl?

It's all right, there's a statute of limitations, Fred.

Were you in love?

No, Gaëlle.

I've never loved anyone but you.

Bye bye.

Bye bye.