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So, you've clearly heard him say: what are you doing here?

What next?

Yes, and then it was too stealthy, I...

I don't know anymore.

The lock wasn't forced, so, she knew her attacker.

You, you didn't recognize him?

Not even a little detail?

She had her bra on on the webcam.

Yes, the bra.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

What wasn't supposed to happen like this?

It was over between Louise and me.

She knew it and accepted it.

And that's why she was walking around naked in front of you?

Normal.

Louise Constant was your employee, right?

My executive secretary.

Is the right of spooning part of the employment contract?

Do you really think this is the time?

It's not what you think.

I don't believe in anything, Mr. Leroy.

You are the only witness to the murder.

You called us, we are just listening.

I've already told you everything.

Everything seems to corroborate the witness' version.

The time and duration of the call

by webcam were recorded.

But not the murder footage, too bad.

The webcam strip-tease.

Curious drift of a world

where the virtual has replaced the real.

But why are you looking at me like that?

No, for nothing.

We only have half a crime scene.

I suggest we go visit the other half,

the virtual lover's.

Paul, come with me.

And you, Lieutenant, stay here.

Reconstruction of the little strip in front of the webcam.

In your dreams!

So Borel, it's up to you to stick it out.

And you, dressed and with me.

I'm going to be real,

we're just coming off a strike of staff.

The company is fragile and the drama

of this night is concerning for our future.

An investigation is likely to make talk about us again,

so we're in the middle of a shakeup.

And vis-à-vis the competition,

our reboot must remain secret.

This is good timing, I love secrets.

Secrecy is my specialty.

Louise was in on the secret, too.

She was all about her work.

Taking over the plant is a mission sacred to us.

She's dead, so I'll have to appoint a new assistant.

Effectively, that's the first thing that's needed.

Here's the famous murder witness.

This is where...

Ready for a striptease, Borel?

No!

What, do we really have to?

Was Louise standing right there?

Non.

Further into the room.

Back up a bit, Borel.

Is this it?

Oui.

That's it, there. We're there.

Effectively, we couldn't see the front door.

Put the bra on the camera, Borel.

The bra?

But I don't have a bra,

We were just kidding, Einstein, get a grip,

get another one.

You were her lover for how long?

Since the strike,

but we've been very quiet.

An adventure between colleagues,

that's never a good look, is it?

I found it.

Actually, we can't see much.

You might have been able to make out the attacker's silhouette:

a man, a woman?

Non.

Someone is murdering your mistress right in front of you:

a thief, a relative.

You must have some idea?

As much as I turn this scene over in my head,

I tell myself there is no reason.

Unless it wasn't her that they wanted to kill.

Maybe he wanted to kill our baby.

She was pregnant.

What do I do now?

It really bothers me.

He has an airtight alibi,

there are witnesses who would make the perfect culprit.

Imagine, I am Leroy, you are Louise.

I'm on my way up

and I don't want anyone to find out about our relationship.

Or, you're pregnant and you're hanging on.

That's a perfect motive to kill you, isn't it?

Are you going to tell the police that you got me pregnant?

That's not too much, right?

On the contrary, it exonerates me.

And then you're dead.

For me, that's the bottom line.

I'm just going to have to find a new assistant.

You'll never find a gem like me.

Excusez-moi.

Are you the cops?

My name is Gaëtan Dewelt, I am Louise Constante's boyfriend.

We were to get married.

Gaëtan Dewelt, 32.

As far as I can see, you're familiar with our drunk tank cells?

Who could have done this?

You, for example.

Your doing, drunken fights.

I never raised my hand on a woman.

Where were you last night?

At home.

No alibi?

You plan to marry her, you have the keys to her house.

You're going home,

you discover that she is naked in front of someone else.

Me, in your place...

Naked?

What do you mean naked? With whom?

Not with, but in a webcam shot before Daniel Leroy.

Mr. Leroy?

But Mr. Leroy, he's not just anyone.

This is Monsieur Leroy.

Sorry, I didn't follow.

So, as long as he's the boss, all is well?

No, it's not, but...

You haven't lived through the strike, you can't understand.

Leroy, he saved us, when all was lost.

He's a golden guy.

Louise admired him, as did all of us at the factory.

Of course they had an affair.

Yes, there's a little side 68.

We occupy the factory, we grill the merguez

and we share the comforters at night.

The strike is over, work has resumed.

Do you think it's okay that just yesterday, she was offering a little strip to her ex?

She's like that, Louise!

She lives in the moment.

But it's of no consequence.

Still, finding out that she was pregnant,

that must not have made you happy?

It's true that it was a little fast.

Even though we've known each other a long time,

it was only recently that we made a deal.

But I loved her.

And then, I had to assume.

Normal, as a father.

Louise made these two men believe they were the father of her child.

If I'm to believe my anatomy classes, that's one too many,

What does this inspire in you?

A woman of today who is looking for the perfect man without much belief.

She gets pregnant. She doesn't know whose. She tries with one,

she picks up.

Tries with the other one.

And this is the consistent image of a modern woman,

Do you think

So, we fantasize from a distance.

We make a child and choose a father a la carte.

Shit, but damn!"

But isn't anything real anymore?

A father is a father, damn it!

I thought we had reached the stage

who spared me your moods?

What's going on with you now?

Do you really want to know?

Give me your hand.

Go ahead, go ahead.

Push it.

My son is dating a kid.

He chose an able-bodied father. How's that for a good fit?

Go ahead and press!"

Flail the depressed bowels of my wounded ego.

Go ahead and press!"

The wound is there, intact.

You really get hit sometimes!

A woman was just killed.

She needs my compassion more than you.

Do you have any compassion?

Yes, Lorie.

You're not going to tell her?

Not right now.

There's more to fuck than drooling over you.

But what are you playing at, Ben?

I've watched you grow up, you're like my son.

What are you doing?

I bought stuff sometimes for Amandine,

but I don't touch it, I swear.

Yes?

But you deal, it's worse.

I just did it two, three times as a favor to the buddies.

Yes, buddies of buddies.

And then the easy tune.

And then at the end, there's the joint.

We may be cops, but we won't be able to do anything for you.

So who's your dealer?

Is he a guy like that?

And I'm not asking you if it's a guy, I'm asking you who is it?

His name is Carsenti.

So I'm going to make sure he forgets about you.

And you, don't go near him anymore.

You stop right now, now.

Are we clear?

You're such a little prick.

We need your lights Stunia

we are lost in the intricacies of the human psyche.

I only deal with bodies.

The psyche, I leave that to the shrinks and the cops.

Are we switching roles, then?

I'll take care of your body.

The female psyche, already for him, is off the map.

Tell him that a fling at a place of work, it's fucked up,

that will calm him right down.

Here, you finally took your chance with the lieutenant?

I'm the man for impossible challenges.

You are living proof of that.

And our dead girl, is she as talkative as you are?

As talkative as a sphinx.

I'll give you three questions.

You will be given three answers.

Cause of death?

Asphyxie.

A relentless strangulation from behind.

The killer: a man, a woman?

Unable to determine.

When science can, it can.

When it can't...

More than a question.

Can we identify the baby's father?

What baby?

He means the embryo.

Sorry, but no.

No DNA testing possible,

for the simple reason that this woman was not pregnant.

But no!

If!

Come on, don't be a sissy!

What's with the racket?

Okay, I see you're in a good mood.

We're decompressing, Jacques.

Our case is a hodgepodge of lies,

of cover-ups and false pretenses.

We need a good starting reality.

Louise's doctor is formal.

She was sincerely convinced that she was pregnant.

He had her take blood tests and gave her the results.

Negative, but she refused to believe him.

She called him a liar, still persuaded to carry a child.

What was I saying?

The perfect mythos!

Mythomania is a recognized disease, you know.

No, but a mythomaniac can obscure completely those who bother him.

Like Louise's having seen her doctor.

If it doesn't fit, she forgets.

Have fun!

I'll take Lucy away from you for a moment.

How do you plan to break this to her?

I don't plan to teach her anything at all.

This is his son.

Here, Fred is on the wire.

I can't throw this in his face.

Were you talking to Ben?

I think he heard me.

I'm going to try to convince his supplier to let him go.

Ask the DEA to handle it.

No, if the narcs arrest him,

this guy will rat out Ben.

The son of a cop, he'll get in the way.

If you're looking to impress him, the result will be the same.

Not if you come with me.

This is Frank Carsenti.

How do you know? It's not even in my file.

Your mother told me about it.

Non...

I like Car a lot, but there are some things, I...

I can't.

Sorry, I can't.

The female psyche takes a new face.

Louise was a fraud.

You come, we'll break the bad news to the fathers.

What?

To both, to the pair, to both fathers,

To the pair of fathers.

She couldn't have done that.

This is impossible.

The forensic report is definitive.

But Louise didn't really lie to you.

She fooled you both because she fooled herself.

Louise was sincerely convinced that she was pregnant,

but it was an illusion, not reality.

She was a mythomaniac.

Mythomaniac?

There's no such thing.

I held the pregnancy test in my hands.

Louise didn't even dare look.

I was the one who told her the news.

Wait, what do you mean you held the test?

You knew I wasn't the father and you didn't tell me?

I didn't want to get involved with Louise.

I am married to my work, you can see that.

Then she needed someone good,

someone who genuinely loved her.

She had never been interested in me before.

That's not true, you were friends since childhood.

You would have made a very nice couple.

And then she needed security.

She would have grown to love you.

This child, you would never have known.

You would have raised him as your own.

Gathering you together is the greatest gift I could have given him.

You wanted to put a woman's life back together

as you put your factory back together

You have to dare.

And let me emphasize,

there was never a baby.

And in the end, what difference does it make? Pregnant or not,

someone still murdered him, right?

And your hypothesis remains plausible.

Maybe this is the baby we wanted to kill.

Even if it didn't exist, the heart you saw on your screen,

Maybe he believed it too.

Mr. Leroy, I have the bank on the phone, they insist.

Excuse me, I have to take this call.

Your new assistant?

Anaëlle? Yes.

What was that strike about?

The company depends on the company Excelor,

our Paris-based parent company,

there has been a threat to cease operations.

And instead of defending us, our former boss,

Mr. Donorant, he vanished into thin air.

He must be at the end of the world by now.

Yes, you did well to fight.

Except that it was no use.

Pardon.

We had occupied the factory only to attract attention

from Excelor palms, but nothing, no reaction,

total indifference.

This is thanks to Mr. Leroy.

He became the spokesperson for the movement.

He went up to Paris to type

hit the table and made hear our demands.

David versus Goliath?

Yes, there is a bit of that.

Excelor bosses were bluffed.

They let him take it all back to his idea.

He was able to calm the creditors,

convinced the bankers to grant us new credit.

If all goes well,

in a few months, we'll be finally out of the woods.

Me, I could fall in love with a man like that.

Don't you?

Si.

We are back to where we started

Thanks, Anaelle.

We're in the drama every day.

So, a little industrial miracle, it feels good.

Taking on Louise how could you?

You lie!

You came from behind, you hit her in the head.

You're lying, I could never have done that.

I saw you, I saw you!

I swear, you're wrong, I'm innocent.

I want to sign a new deposition.

Did I miss something?

So little, Mr. Leroy suddenly recovered his memory.

He claims to have seen Gaétan murder Louise Constant.

You have a motive as big as a house,

not a shadow of an alibi.

And, icing on the cake,

a prosecution witness above suspicion.

You're in trouble, old man.

He's lying.

I don't know why he's doing this, he's lying.

Come on, Daniel Leroy, the people's idol,

the providential man so above the rest?

Do you want me to read back your first testimony?

You heard it.

He manipulated me into marrying him.

He got her into your sheets,

you're not going to complain?

He set me up.

If it turns out, he knew she was not pregnant.

Maybe they both knew.

And now he's setting me up with a new lie.

I would never kill Louise.

I loved her.

I don't understand why he does this.

What do you think?

It's not by shoving me in the slammer that it opens up to the business.

No, but maybe he's afraid of being accused himself.

He didn't mean to hurt Louise.

No, but maybe someone else.

Someone who had good reasons to be jealous.

Mr. Donorant.

Donorant, your former boss?

I thought he was gone to the ends of the earth?

That's what they say.

But he loved Louise too.

Maybe they saw each other again after he left.

Maybe he couldn't stand that she was with me.

Maybe she told him too that she was expecting a child.

Louise had a third lover.

The modern woman, what a temperament!

You are free, but you remain at the disposal of justice.

Really, you believe me?

If he tells you so.

If Donorant were truly in love

and wanted to make a commitment, it's true that it makes for a good motive.

Preferring to kill than to enlist,

That sounds like you.

Did you say that?

I know, it's not responding.

What did you expect?

Mr. Donorant has been playing dead for weeks.

I love it when you get like this.

I checked, there was no complaint filed as a result of her disappearance.

No one was concerned.

According to Anaelle,

he has cut ties with everyone, except perhaps Louise.

No, he didn't use his cell phone or his credit card anymore,

no suspicious withdrawals from his account.

It stinks of bleach in here.

Yes, but not just.

It's like being in the Stunia lab.

A vague smell of a stiff.

Borel, do you have the black light?

Oui.

Here, look.

We bled a pig here.

A boss pig.

And seriously.

Even in a vile world,

beauty always finds its way.

Does it still hurt?

Dog ache.

Welcome to the club.

Anything to share?

Your wound is raw.

It is about to reopen.

No worries.

If we were to compete, even if it would cost me,

you would surely win.

The good thing about pain is that it reminds us that we are alive.

Let's start by getting this field turned around.

It's disgusting to make me do this.

I'll come with you.

Yes?

So what do I do about wages?

Leave the checks on my desk, I will sign them.

The bank must honor them, they have no choice.

What about the supplier?

Wait for it.

Mr. Leroy.

Yes?

The hardest part is behind us and I wanted to tell you that...

I know how much you have been able to do for us.

And I wanted you to know that I have been behind you,

I cleaned up.

No one will ever know anything.

If you need to talk to someone, I'm here.

I understand.

Merci.

What are you still doing here, you?

Sorry?

Mr. Leroy, helped you while he could,

you've got the culprit, it's okay now.

Sorry, Mr. Gaetan Dewels has been released for lack of evidence.

That doesn't sound like you're happy.

We're tired of this story.

We need to be let work.

Because for you, one colleague murdered, another in the closet,

that was the ideal.

Let's move on.

This is the triumph of individualism. Good job first.

Doesn't anyone care about the murder of Louise Constant?

Yes, who cares about the ass of this little pain in the ass?

We, it's our future at stake.

And Mr. Leroy has been admirable in this matter.

Admirable Mr. Leroy!! And Mr. Donor?

Everyone forgot about Monsieur Donorant he broke.

He let us down.

He was scared to death, Mr. Donorant.

Fairly, he was murdered too.

That throws a wrench in the works.

Donorant didn't let you go,

he was simply wiped off the map.

But that's all in the past, isn't it? Thanks, boss!

The factory is still running. The king is dead.

Live Mr. Leroy!

We'll put Mr. Donorant in one of your lovely boxes

and we won't talk about it anymore.

Some realities are more accommodating than others.

I would rather see him alone.

No way.

Gents!

Franck Carsenti.

Derrière.

At the Scream.

I didn't know he was the son of a keuf.

But you ask a lot of me.

I could take you down for ten years.

Ben will dive with me.

Please.

You told me you'd become a cop one day,

I would have told everyone, but not you.

It's not as a cop that I'm here.

I'm here to see a friend about our friend.

It's true we had a good time,

even though you only dropped me on the end.

You're lucky with the selective memory.

I only keep the positive.

I'm going to drop it, your kid.

In return, you forget about me.

I will disappear from the radar of the cops.

You never see him again.

He comes knocking at your door, you push the lock.

Are we good?

Merci.

One more thing,

your Ben, right now, he's running the show.

I gave him a few late payments,

just to keep him on the straight and narrow.

Who is going to pay me back?

Don't push your luck, Carsenti.

Fairly, I do feel like I'm in a strong position.

20,000.

Do you realize what you're asking here?

I can't help it if the kid has expensive tastes.

I invested in him.

It'll take a little time.

I don't want to hear from you again.

I can do that for Fred.

Can you explain what I'm doing here?

I have a lot of work

I too, Mr. Leroy, have work to do.

I even now have a double job.

Donorant's body.

He had fled no further than his garden.

Are you following me?

Every time I see you, you have bad news for me.

You can help me close the shutters.

Thanks, gentlemen.

You've already come to mess up my company,

so get to the facts.

How did you get along?

How did you get along with Mr. Donorant?

I joined the company, two years ago.

He was an old-fashioned boss, a little stubborn sometimes but legit.

Why would he leave like that, all at once?

When he got the order to lay off and close it down it wiped him out.

We can understand it, can't you?

Asseyez-vous.

This is where he was killed.

Everything has been cleaned up,

but insurance works miracles, right?

This is going to make some noise.

All that blood,

All this blood is going to splatter the company.

My guess is that he was killed

before he could react to save his business.

Your assumption does not hold, Donor was weak.

For him, it was a losing proposition.

While you, you had great plans.

The conviction he lacked.

A vision for the future, yes.

For the first time in my life, I dared.

I showed everyone what I could do.

They are grateful to me.

You didn't even do this for the money.

I know, yes. It surprises many,

but my only motivation,

is to give hope to the workers, to be a boss, a real boss.

Yes, I imposed my ideas to revive the company.

Was Louise part of your vision?

Do you not understand?

Louise never looked up at the little accountant I was.

But I had to dare to take the place that belonged to me

to finally exist in his eyes.

And even then, I showed self-sacrifice.

Yes, I prepared a future for him without me.

I went and gave Gaetan a promotion

So, you see?

Everything I've done is for others.

Hallelujah!

For a little while, I'll stand and applaud you.

Can you do this miracle for me?

You sacrifice Gaetan, falsely accusing him.

You stain the walls with Donorant's blood.

And Louise, is it for the others that you killed her?

The hopes of dozens of working families rest on me.

I was facing an impossible challenge.

I believe it. They all believe it.

So now, if I can afford it.

You are pissing me off.

I know you are playing a game.

Leroy!"

I know it, I feel it.

Lieutenant Delambre is not here?

I sent Lucy to rest.

You should do the same.

No, I've got a megalomaniac on fire, me.

I want to take apart Daniel Leroy's alibi

He killed Donorant and he's smoking us with his webcam story

with Louise Constant there. I'll bet my hand on it.

If you lose your hand, you won't have much left.

So, Borel. What do you have to help me with?

I'm still looking.

Daniel Leroy was hired two years ago as an accountant.

But before that date, I can't find anything.

Does he have a family, anyone?

It's like he doesn't exist.

That's impossible, dig deeper. And Excelor, the famous parent company,

have you called them?

I was going to, but at this time of day, there's no one left.

After hours, you can always reach people, Borel.

It's our job to bother them.

Come on, go home, I'll take care of it.

But as of tomorrow, I want

his fucking family tree on my desk.

There's no such thing as a man without a past.

Yes?

Were you sleeping?

No, not really.

Me, I'm still in the office.

I need to see you.

Do you want me to come over?

I have a better idea.

Isn't this better?

Yes, I recognize.

I needed a friendly voice.

I was going to stay here,

I'm going to close my eyes and listen to you.

Talk to me.

But what the hell, a lullaby?

I just want to listen to you.

Fred!"

But you're heavy at the end, there!

If you're hoping for a striptease, you can always go brush yourself.

I'm going to pour myself a tea.

Would you like some?

No? Never mind.

What am I talking about then?

About our investigation for a change?

Donorant's body is in bad shape.

Stunia has set the death at more than a month.

We have to wait for the results.

What's boring about our job.

We always want to go faster.

This is not funny anymore, it's your turn to talk now.

You know, I think I like it better when you chamber me.

I can do a lot of things for you,

certainly more than you imagine,

but right now I'm going to go to bed, I'm sleepy.

What could you do, for example?

But you are sick!

End of communication. Time: 8 minutes 34

and proof that Daniel Leroy was able to murder Louise Constant.

Were you on the screen there, isn't that possible?

A record.

A fairly simple manipulation, within the reach of everyone.

Instead of sending the direct image from the webcam,

one projects to the other person a recording.

You mean that since earlier, there,

I've been talking in a vacuum?

But you're a sick person, you're a psychopath!

You're the one who should be locked up.

Very sexy, that little outfit.

Do you realize, Lucy?

I just dropped Leroy's alibi.

He would have killed them, then?

He's going to have to find something else to prove his innocence.

And I also had a conversation

most informative phone call.

I have a bomb, but I'm not going to bother you with it.

Were you about to go to bed?

No, but go ahead, what!"

Are we talking about this tomorrow morning?

11 a.m., in front of the Donorant plant.

We're going to stop Leroy.

I hate it when he's like this.

I don't make him say it.

I present to you, gentlemen suits and gentlemen ties,

two great patrons of Excelor whom I specifically brought from Paris.

This is a joke in very bad taste.

Are we allowed to understand?

A little patience, in a moment, it's up to us.

This is nonsense.

I don't understand.

This plant was to be dismantled.

We've been very clear though, right?

The workers, what are they doing here?

They are working.

And why?

The Sabatier company is no longer in business.

What's going on?

Who stopped the machines?

What are you guys doing here?

Mr. Leroy, you're just in time.

But it would be more like you to provide us with some explanations.

When you came to Paris,

We were quite clear, though.

The machines were to be dismantled,

staff on notice of layoff.

Of course, in the absence of Mr. Donorant,

it stands to reason that it was up to you to handle it.

Mr. Leroy,

What budget are you working on, there?

Is this a bad joke?

They've tasked me with taking over, tell them!"

The banks are following us,

there is no more problem.

Here, look.

We got our first prototypes out.

We did that.

It was us, well, it was them.

This is all of you.

The factory is viable, you were wrong.

I just proved it, start the machines.

I order you to restart the machines.

I think it's time to evacuate Mr. Leroy,

I don't give them five minutes before the release.

I built all this and

you mandated me to do it.

You all believed in my project and we all succeeded together!

That's him, his name is Gabriel, Gabriel Degué.

Tell us, Mrs. Degué, what happened?

He always told me he was an airline pilot.

He was leaving for several days.

He was coming back with gifts from all over the world.

I believed him for five years.

And then I found out that our whole life was a lie.

He denied it all, despite the evidence.

And then he left without giving any news.

And I preferred not to have any more.

For the kids, it was better.

Thank you, ma'am.

This is not Louise, the mythomaniac.

This is him.

I never believed in miracles, Mr. Leroy

Maybe it's a flaw,

but I always knew that Santa didn't exist.

I told you the situation was fragile.

I had warned you.

The reboot was to be kept secret.

What happens is your fault.

You were mandated to close the plant.

They're lying!

These fucking investors, always ready to make more profits.

I had convinced them,

but I had promised them the secret.

And you, you told them that the factory was running.

You screwed it up.

Now they think I betrayed them.

I should have kept my mouth shut.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

Mr. Donorant, too, had to shut up, didn't he?

Do you understand me, you?

Besides, women have always understood.

Donorant thought it was fucked.

So he tasked me, his accountant, to prepare a layoff plan.

But I knew we could convince them,

that we didn't need them to keep producing.

So Donorant, let him go!

All right! Yes, let him go.

Except that he didn't want to leave.

So you had to kill him.

I went to his house.

I told him to hold on,

but he said we couldn't.

He said we couldn't.

All that blood, there.

That blood, you were the one who showed me the blood.

But it wasn't supposed to happen like this.

Non.

Actually, he left and left the place to me.

That's it.

That was the only thing to do.

What about Louise?

Did she start to doubt, too?

No, why? Louise never doubted,

no more than Anaelle and no more than the others.

They know they can count on me.

Yes, but they had to shut him up, her too.

Louise has to marry Gaétan.

I must not disperse.

Everything in its place is consistent.

In return, having a child with her, that will stabilize her.

Yes, but she knows too much, he would have to kill her too.

Of course not.

You don't kill a woman you make a child for.

Bullshit, she wasn't pregnant!

Did you put that in her head?

She believed him, it's all like.

The important thing is to believe it, right?

It's afterwards that it becomes true.

Are you fucking with us, Leroy?

You premeditated this murder.

You recorded the message.

And you weren't at your computer

because you were at her house, murdering her.

He completely reinvents reality, your colleague.

He's really quite mad.

He should consult.

Yes, he should consult.

As far as Louise is concerned, you've managed to dismantle her alibi,

that's a good point, but still no mobile.

For the murder of Donorant,

on the contrary, we have motive, but we need a confession.

Yes, but he's reinventing the facts as he goes.

He'll never confess.

So we have one scam complaint from Excelor and another from the bank.

This is not a scammer, this guy is sick.

He's one step away from dropping the ball.

I'm sorry, but we have a problem.

I had Daniel Leroy's computer seized

to analyze it.

I looked everywhere.

He did not record a video message for Louise.

Of course he did, he would have deleted it.

Impossible.

What do you mean, impossible?

I did it no later than last night.

Yes, but I took the liberty of checking.

You left a trail

of tampering on your computer.

Or, I may be digging through the one

of Daniel Leroy, it has no recording footprint.

The conversation was live.

Wait, you are telling us

that Leroy's alibi still holds?

No, he couldn't have killed Louise. He was telling the truth.

You're a pain in the ass, Borel!

You've got to help me, Stunia, I can't have got it so wrong.

I've been told about this epidemic of mythomania at SRPJ.

Your pathological stubbornness to sniff

criminals with no scientific evidence ended up playing tricks on you.

I had proof.

Science rejected it.

Reality is facts, captain.

Okay, my suspect can't have killed Louise Constant,

but he drew Donorant, I'm certain of it.

Help me prove it.

I have miles of DNA taken from the wall.

Even though I don't believe it too much, that of your suspect

may be found with that of Donorant,

but it will take patience.

Well, I got this.

He was killed a month and a half ago.

This fits with your hypothesis.

Caught dead and left on the ground

where he slowly decomposed in the open.

He was buried.

Later, much later.

Only two, three days ago, actually.

It's boring, the silence. And I'll pain you again.

But the person who threw her under

was not your Daniel Leroy.

It was a woman.

And now I have proof.

The tarp that was used to transport it,

with a trace of fresh and interesting foot.

Feminine shoe, size 38.

I love you, Stunia.

Leroy kills Donorant and closes the door behind him.

The blank in his head.

He forgets, he convinces himself

that there was no murder.

And the kindly assistant eventually realizes this,

a month and a half later

and returns to the scene to clean the...

She loves him, she admires him.

Would you do the same for me?

Surely, yes.

But most importantly,

is that this same admiration

drives her to kill her rival, Louise.

She thought she was pregnant with Leroy, but this she cannot stand.

Yes, except that she could have been cooked in custody.

Now that's another one of your twisted schemes.

This woman loves miracle workers.

We're going to make the true false and the false true.

You were right to believe in Leroy.

We have very good news.

Excelor has withdrawn its complaint.

With what Mr. Leroy did for them,

it was the least he could do.

Really?

Asseyez-vous.

You have no idea how relieved I am.

You like it a lot, don't you?

Énormément.

Come in, Mr. Leroy.

The handcuffs are unnecessary.

And I didn't stop believing in you for a moment.

As I was telling your assistant,

Excelor has dropped all charges against you.

I knew that.

They saw the extent

of the adjustment you made,

the quality of management,

you proved them wrong.

Dozens of families owe you.

You saved them.

You did it, Mr. Leroy.

If you knew how relieved I feel.

That's right, I thought I was going crazy.

Miss, we won't hold you any longer.

The factory will reopen.

You will be able to tell your workers the good news.

Excelor will be appointing a new director very soon

What do you mean, a new director?

But this is Mr. Leroy, our director.

You didn't make yourself clear, Captain.

Mr. Leroy can no longer lead the company.

He will be referred to the public prosecutor.

He's going to appear for the murder

of his former assistant and mistress, Louise Constant.

That's impossible!" I saw the murder.

I was at the office.

Your alibi is no longer admissible, Mr. Leroy.

We have successfully taken it apart.

And you have no right to accuse an innocent man.

Look, the rest is up to the judicial process.

We have to go now, Miss.

Your colleagues are waiting for you.

You'll have to get used to that idea, Mr. Leroy.

The factory will reopen without you.

They don't have the right.

I have to be there.

Anaëlle,

the factory can't run without me.

Non.

Anaëlle, finally...

No, you can't ask me that.

Non.

They need me, I am indispensable.

I was the one who killed Louise.

It was me.

This is me.

Merci.

Merci.

Why?

Mr. Leroy had given her everything.

She did not deserve a man like him.

And then, she had no right to carry his child.

How did it happen?

If you want us to believe you, you have to talk.

When I saw her naked, in front of him,

I hit him in the head.

And then I squeezed.

I squeezed.

Did you really kill her?

I did it for you.

Well, we have time to go over all of this, in detail.

We're both here.

Why him?

I confessed. He had nothing to do with it.

For the murder of Mr. Donorant.

We know that you buried the body of Monsieur Donorant.

We have recovered the DNA of Mr. Leroy,

irrefutable evidence.

I had cleaned up after you.

There was to be nothing left.

I swear, you have to believe me.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

It was a good look at the DNA trick.

This woman was really ready to do anything for him.

She will have protected him against wind and tide,

the most faithful of assistants.

You wish you had one like that.

Someone sacrificing for me?

No, I don't think so.

Inflicting this pain on myself to not

take someone else with me.

You can be satisfied,

your plan worked, you did a good job.

Satisfied?

I am only good at arresting criminals.

There's nothing else that works with me.

The wound, it's still there.

Bingo!

Don't go looking for the kid.

Captain Cain,

I need a unit quickly.

Yes, that's right.

Down! Nicely, we're going down. Nice.

Bullshit dealer.

This is not your lucky day.

I think it is, on the contrary.