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All the way to the back!

There were several shots fired there.

Yes, this is the fifth robbery in three months in the neighborhood,

and what are the police doing?

That's it folks, the show is over.

There is nothing more to see.

Welcome to the news section.

The shooter's name is Philippe Carlier,

he is the owner of the jewelry store.

Here is the murder weapon,

there is more than one bullet in the magazine.

Efficient,

fast, precise.

You wanted to start piercing, Mr. Carlier?

It's stupid. You will not be able to take advantage of the word-of-mouth

to make you new customers.

You have emptied your charger anyway?

I didn't really have the choice.

You will be able to boast of having the only jewelry store in Marseille

where lead is worth more than all the gold in the world.

Would you like to introduce us?

Rachid Faraoui, 33 years old.

Does his face ring a bell?

A former customer, an acquaintance, a passer-by in the street?

No. Never seen him before.

Your video surveillance cameras, there, they work?

It's for my personal collection.

I'm very fond of B movies.

Suspense, action-

Let me through, I am the victim's wife.

I'm alive, my love. It's all right.

I was scared.

In any case, Rachid Faraoui's record is clean,

he is unknown to the police.

It's strange, though.

He didn't even try to take the jewels,

even if the only thing he was interested in,

was the safe.

If I were robbing a jewelry store, I would take the jewelry.

Is that your gentlemanly burglar side?

I'll be back!

For someone who is afraid, he shot without shaking.

What must it be when he's zen?

So, self-defense or not?

That's what we're checking.

Yes, for me, it is self-defense.

The majority of shopkeepers can't take it anymore

the increase in armed assaults.

So, I would like to avoid accrediting the idea that

the police spend more time harassing the victims

than arresting the perpetrators.

In this case, the culprit is dead, shot to death,

and the victim emptied his magazine on him.

I didn't know they were issuing licenses to kill now.

The jeweler is on his third robbery.

He is afraid, he defends himself. We can understand him, right?

Go tell that to the robber's family, they will love it.

You have to stop with this permanent irony, it's tiring.

There are already calls to demonstrate in favor of the jeweler.

If self-defense was retained,

it would save us from the risks of outbursts in the street.

That's all.

What the captain means,

is that we should not encourage people

to take justice into their own hands.

And then, the robber comes from the neighborhoods north of Marseille.

The image of a two-tier justice is just as bad.

Thank you for the translation, Lieutenant.

You know how to handle irony very well,.

Yes. Maître Lefebvre for Richard Leuroux,

please.

Yes Jérôme, it's me. Tell me, have you seen the news?

The jewelry shop robbery.

Yes, the jeweler hasn't yet a lawyer, is that interesting?

What a mess!

It's rare to see such a beautiful male specimen.

Better a warm-blooded half man

than a cold-blooded handsome stud, right?

No trace of drugs, alcohol or nicotine in the blood.

A sportsman.

At least, someone who maintained his body.

Too bad!

You would have been bored with him.

Guys who take care of themselves, it's not funny.

Stunia, reveal your inner adventurer.

Looks like a nice group shot, right?

The four bullets were fired in quick succession,

as if the jeweler had compulsively emptied his gun.

Panic or relentlessness?

The facts. Only the facts,.

It's up to you to interpret.

These are my guests.

I don't get it.

What are we doing here? This is inadmissible.

Well, I don't understand either,.

Why are you doing this?

This image will stay with me for the rest of my life.

What do you want me to say?

I had his gun in my face, I saw myself die.

That could be me, right there, lying on the...

One of the criteria for self-defense, is proportionality.

To shoot four times at a man whose gun is not loaded,

is a lot.

How do you expect my client to have known that

the gun was not loaded?

How could he have known?

The problem, Mr. Carlier,

is that if everyone did as you do,

it would be the Wild West.

But it is the Wild West.

The robber was holding my client at gunpoint.

My client had every reason to believe that he was going to shoot,

and even if the robber's gun

had been plastic, but real looking,

it wouldn't matter.

The judge will appreciate this.

Lawyers fascinate me.

They would make murderers look like lonely widows.

Anyway, this kind of thing would not happen,

if the police were able to protect people exposed, like me.

Who keep 500 000 € in their safe.

A bit risky, no, for someone who has been robbed several times.

I was going to deposit them in the bank, during the day.

And where did the money come from?

From the sale of a collector's item, a few hours before.

And who knew about this sale?

My client and I, that's all.

What are you getting at?

We reviewed the surveillance footage

and Rachid Faraoui is only trying to get the safe opened,

as if he knew there was money in it.

So what?

Maybe he was spying on me?

I don't think you realize.

Almost every day a colleague gets robbed,

we work in fear.

Every time a customer enters the store,

I don't know if he'll leave with the cash register,

or if I'm not going to be smashed in the window with a ram car.

So I got scared, I shot, and I killed that man.

Yes, yes!

But I am not a murderer.

Nice argument, worthy of your lawyer.

If I follow you correctly, you feel responsible, but, not guilty.

It's just a matter between your conscience and yourself.

Move along, there's nothing to see.

Captain, until proven otherwise, you seem to forget a bit quickly that

my client is also a victim in this case.

Yes, as you say,

"Until proven otherwise."

In the meantime, I confirm that your client is in custody.

Hello.

My husband, Philippe Carlier, is in custody,

he is diabetic and he forgot his kit at the jewelry store.

I need to give it to him urgently.

I'll let someone know. I'll let someone know.

Thank you.

When can I retrieve my son's body,

for a proper burial?

Soon, sir,

when the courts have ruled.

Fucking justice, yeah!

You searched at the jeweller's,

and from what I hear, he risks nothing.

Self-defense, while the weapon of my brother was not loaded.

I forbid you to talk like that.

Loaded or not, your brother robbed a jewelry store

with a weapon like this one.

And if the jeweler had been Arab and my brother white

what would you have done?

Malika!

What? It's true, isn't it?

What do you want now?

Shut our mouths? That we fit in?

Stop it! Your brother committed a crime. That's the truth.

He committed a crime,

but nothing prevents you from filing a complaint.

You will have access to the file

and you can even ask for damages.

You don't need a lawyer for that.

Shitty justice, maybe, but, it still has some beautiful remains.

Your son never had any problems with the police.

So we're trying to figure out why he did it.

Did you notice any changes in his behavior?

Yes, he was in love.

He was even nicer, more serious, more...

We didn't even have time to meet his fiancée.

But how naive are you?

How could you? She was married.

I mean, married? How old?

I don't know, I never saw her.

Old.

When he came home at night, smelled of perfume,

Marilyn's.

Excuse me.

Yes ?

Come quickly, Philippe Carlier made a suicide attempt.

Well, he's out of the woods, but, he's still out of it.

What exactly happened?

He was hyperglycemic, very low,

and then his insulin shot was overdosed.

It could have been fatal.

But, is it possible that he got the measurements wrong?

A chronic diabetic like Carlier doesn't make that kind of mistake,

unless he wants to end it all.

And you say that his wife was present,

was she or he the one who did the injection?

I don't know.

I had to leave, the phone rang at the front desk and...

Damn staffing restrictions!

Yes, Madame Carlier. Lieutenant Delambre.

New message: your husband has woken up,

you can come and see him.

Did you get the messages from my deputy?

What messages?

Haven't you heard?

So, I have good news and bad news, Mrs. Carlier.

The bad news is that your husband almost died,

and the good news is that he is not dead.

Unless the bad news is the good and vice versa.

Anyway, what happened?

I guess the dose of insulin that you injected into him

was not strong enough.

What do you mean by that?

Put yourself in my shoes.

You bring him his perlimpinpin powder

and he is found dying.

Nobody else came to see him.

You accuse me of having wanted to kill my husband.

What a boor it is!

I know, while I have just announced to you that

your husband was going to pass from life to death.

Is this yours?

I love this perfume.

What is it again?

Marilyn's.

Marylin, that's it.

Rachid Faraoui was your lover, Madame Carlier?

You were aware of the important transaction

that your husband was going to make, that day?

What are you talking about?

You wanted it all, didn't you?

Your husband's money, Rachid's beauty.

You know very well that is impossible,

the proof, you lost everything.

Stop it!

You are right.

I'm talking, I'm talking!

You must be impatient to find your husband, right?

No ?

Come here!

I was so scared.

It always touches me to see that despite the hardships, love is stronger.

So, you are not filing a complaint against your wife

for attempted murder?

Catherine would have wanted to kill me?

Don't listen to him, Philippe.

Just a return of things.

You killed Rachid Faraoui, her lover.

You didn't know about this?

How dare you do that?

Still don't feel like pressing charges?

That's enough of that!

I had a moment of weakness.

I can't stand the thought of killing a man.

Does this remind you of anything, remorse,

or is it completely beyond you?

A failed robbery and now a failed suicide.

Your bad luck is a chance,

but beware of the proverb " Never two without three ",

The third one might be the right one.

Madame Carlier, I will not accompany you.

Captain!

Lieutenant!

I went to Catherine Carlier's real estate agency,

and it didn't take me long to find

the good friend with the sharp tongue,

and according to her, the Carliers never had children.

Carlier is sterile and that would have really weighed on their couple.

A couple that beats the wing,

the suffering of never being a father,

a lover in the closet horizontally.

What the hell are you doing?

We're investigating a robbery or who's sleeping with whom?

A husband who kills his wife's lover in the context of a robbery,

it's not so commonplace, is it?

The jeweler's wife was screwing the robber.

No, but, are you totally delirious?

If you admit that Catherine Carlier

was aware of the transaction of the 500 000 €,

she warns her lover, who holds up the jeweller's shop

and the affair goes wrong.

And she takes revenge by trying to kill her husband, here in the cell?

She might as well accuse herself directly.

A desperate act.

Very funny!

To me, it's just a robbery gone wrong.

Self-defense is not in doubt, then, end of the custody.

Carlier will be presented to the judge, from this evening.

He is provoking you.

What?

He wants to try to get you out of the frame, to punish you.

Don't you get it?

You're not going to play along with him?

And you're telling this to me, the pro of going off course?

You know me, Lieutenant.

Yes, I know you,

but, I feel like he knows you as well as I do.

You okay?

Yeah. Just a drop in blood pressure.

It's been happening to me lately.

You have just benefited from article 122-05 of the new penal code

which stipulates that you are not criminally responsible in case of self-defense.

Yes, the judge has released me without indictment

until the next convocation.

Well, that doesn't free my conscience.

The fact of having caused the death of a man,

even in my right, is an idea that I still find difficult to accept.

Mr. Carlier, will you participate in the demonstration organized

by the vigilante committees?

No, but, already,

I would like to thank them from the bottom of my heart

for their support, but,

the justice seems to have decided,

then, I solemnly ask them to give up this demonstration

which risks to cause new troubles

and useless violence.

Thank you very much.

We can't leave it at that.

Unless we provide new elements to the judge,

the debate on self-defense is closed.

Nobody asked us to stop investigating Rachid Faraoui.

Why did he rob this jewelry store?

And who are his accomplices?

Or rather, his accomplice?

I love it when we are in communion, like this.

I feel like we are one.

Tell me it's not true,

that the guy who tried to rob me, he wasn't your lover.

What are you doing here?

You know, the whole agency knows your bachelor pad.

Answer my question. Did you love him?

It's true that you're capable of everything when you love.

I had forgotten that.

It must be said that it's been a long time.

Why didn't you denounce me?

The cop was waiting for that.

All you had to do was say a word.

But you don't understand.

You rob me and try to kill me, Don't you hate me that much?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Hello! Yes.

It's me.

I'll be right there.

That was the cops. They want to see me tomorrow at the police station.

Don't worry, I'm here.

You changed your perfume.

You're not wearing Marilyn's anymore?

I have several perfumes.

I change according to my mood.

And now, what is your mood?

Fear, anger, hope, sadness?

Guilt.

Do you have something to confess to us, Madame Carlier?

Yes.

Rachid was my lover, or rather, was my lover.

I ended our relationship about two weeks ago.

Why do you say that, only, now?

Your deductions, Captain, have shaken my husband,

I had to tell him the truth.

It was a painful moment, but, necessary,

and he forgave me.

He forgave you?

You try to rob him with your lover,

then you try to kill him, and he forgives you.

So that,

either, he is completely stupid,

or, he has, also, something to be forgiven.

But you see evil everywhere.

He forgives me because I have nothing to do with this robbery.

Rachid had a very hard time with the end of our relationship,

he harassed me for several days.

And then I didn't hear from him anymore.

I thought that Rachid had done the mourning of our history, but,

I was wrong.

So, if we follow you well, you are telling us that

your ex-lover would have robbed your husband to get revenge.

And the money in the safe, was it a coincidence?

Where did you end up with Rachid?

You didn't have the indecency to bring him back to your place,

and he lived with his parents.

So? At the hotel?

As you worked in a real estate agency,

you must have a bunch of free apartments,

where to meet between two visits.

You can't do that.

We're looking for the keys, Ms. Carlier.

The keys to your little love nest.

So, these or these?

These?

It's the one to the place where I found Rachid.

Here you are, commissioner.

You have a little mine,

a search, does that tempt you?

All right, why are you following me? Leave me alone, now.

I told you to leave me alone.

You'd like to see me dead, wouldn't you?

This is really disgusting what you are doing,

leave me alone.

I'm sorry about your brother.

I was scared, you know?

I really thought he wanted to kill me.

How was I supposed to know that his gun wasn't loaded?

Look, your apology is for the cops, not me. All right?

I know you want revenge,

so first, I want you to know the truth.

Your brother, he was being manipulated by my wife.

She was banging him, your brother,

and I know she was the one who pushed him to do this robbery, yes.

She tried to screw us, both of us.

What's the story here? What are you talking about?

The truth, I tell you.

My wife, you see, me,

I was ready to do anything for her,

and she, she thought of only one thing: leave me, steal me, and kill me.

Why didn't you tell this to the cops?

Because she wants proof, the police. They won't believe me.

Now, I'm cutting you off right now.

You're not the victim here, it's my brother,

my brother is dead, okay?

You're right.

Anyway, she would have dumped him, your brother,

because you see, my wife,

she only thought of one thing: the money.

That's nonsense, leave me alone.

I suppose you're going to tell me that is Rachid's doing.

He would have wanted revenge.

I don't see any other explanation.

You were right, Captain,

this little stroll has given me quite a boost.

Because there are voices, threats.

Are you freaking out?

Yeah, this is the first time this has ever happened to me.

I don't get it.

When did it start?

The day before yesterday, while watching the video of an armed robbery.

Borel!

Have you had a shock recently?

No, I haven't!

Well, yes.

At the SRPJ, at the office, two weeks ago.

He took me hostage,

and he took my gun.

But, I don't think that's it.

Can you help me?

I usually don't care too much about the living, you know.

I'm not gonna let you go.

OKAY?

The investigation into the possible

involvement of Catherine Carlier in the robbery is closed.

Rachid Faraoui did not digest his separation,

and he wanted to take revenge both of his mistress

and of the husband who had succeeded to win her back.

End of story and Carlier was lucky to get away with it.

Do you believe in Catherine's spontaneous confession?

She was reciting a text learned by heart, it's obvious,

and the mess in the studio, it's only a staging.

Catherine served you her truth on a platter.

Why would she do that?

Because she knew that the lie would be difficult to keep

and that sooner or later, her relationship with Rachid would be proven.

Finally, she set a trap for us, it is obvious.

And the husband, why is he covering for her?

I don't know.

Oh yeah!

What I do know is that there is nothing clear

in this couple story.

Bottom line, you don't know much, Cain.

It's funny. You are totally obsessed with this couple.

You lash out at them for no reason,

unless it's at me.

I feel like all I have to do is say white

for you to say black.

But are you kidding?

You're the one making it personal, not me.

Oh, really?

If you don't make it personal,

why are you getting so upset?

Captain!

I'm listening.

Gift!

A complaint against Moretti?

What's this story?

Yes!

Hello! Where are you?

If I tell you, will you tell Leroux?

I'm in the Carlier villa.

I'm observing, sniffing, stalking.

In 24 hours, there has been the murder of the lover,

the attempted murder of the husband,

it can't end there.

Tell me, have you had any news from Moretti lately?

No, why?

It seems he had a fight with a motorist,

he was completely drunk.

Leroux received a complaint and he put me in charge of the investigation.

You are not going to investigate Moretti anyway?

It was Moretti who trained me and who hired me.

You know very well that I could never harm his reinstatement.

If I agreed to take care of him,

it's only to protect him,

and incidentally, to protect you, you Alpine moron.

He looks great.

To what?

I don't know.

To your betrayal?

To my survival?

No.

Luck.

What luck?

The chance to be at your mercy for the rest of my life?

Let's just forget it.

How can we forget?

We'll learn.

Do you remember this wine?

We bought it in Tuscany, ten years ago.

A little village, I don't remember, near Siena.

Castellino.

Castellino di Chianti.

We were in love,

and then, everything was possible at that time.

To have a child, to raise it together.

Nothing is lost, Philippe. None of it.

To the child!

To the one I'm carrying.

I am pregnant.

How long have you been pregnant?

Four weeks.

I don't know what to do, Philippe.

We wanted this child so much.

We've been waiting 20 years for this.

You have to keep it.

You bastards.

No, stop!

Philippe!

What was the idea?

Make Philippe Carlier feel the pain of losing a loved one?

You are facing between five and ten years in prison

for attempted murder with premeditation.

My brother died with his mouth open, nobody cares about that?

Here, you light a joint, you have the cops on your back,

on the other hand, as soon as a white shoots an Arab,

we close our eyes.

Are you happy?

This is what you get, sir, the revolt.

You're the one who put that kid's head up.

You're the one who made her believe in a possible repair.

We see the result.

While you're at it, do you have anything else

to put on my back?

Global warming, perhaps?

Yes, I wanted to kill that pig.

Rachid, he was the most generous guy,

the nicest, but also, the dumbest I've ever known.

It was this bitch who manipulated him.

She manipulated him for that he would go up to the

robbery to steal her husband, that's all.

And then she would have killed him, like shit.

You know what?

Her husband told me.

Fuck! Nobody believes me.

You know what? It was her husband who told me.

Get off my back!

It was her husband who told me.

"It was her husband who told me."

There you go, commissioner.

You can see that everything is not as simple

as you want to think.

She's lying, it's obvious.

Why would she lie?

Carlier could very well have armed her with his arm

to direct her revenge.

Of course!

Then, he throws himself on the trajectory of the bullet

to protect his wife.

This makes no sense.

Make sense where it suits you.

The proof,

the investigation of your predecessor, without scruples.

I beg your pardon?

You heard me right.

You start an investigation on Moretti.

You're not even close.

That's enough. I can't take this constant insubordination anymore.

So, now, Cain, there are two solutions:

or you ask, yourself your transfer and I support you,

direction, a nice little office,

very quiet, with a nice ramp access for disabled people,

or it is me who asks it for you.

And I find myself in a basement sorting files.

Go ahead and shoot me in each knee

for notorious disobedience and/or harassment.

I don't care.

I can't feel anything yet.

Delambre, the Moretti investigation,

forget it, you're off the hook.

Leroux just took me off the Moretti investigation.

God knows he's going to take care of it, now.

You're just doing what you want, it's not possible.

You don't give a damn about the others.

All that matters is your mouth, what you feel at the time.

The consequences? "Who cares, we'll see about that later."

Leroux is right about one thing:

you are blinded by your little self,

like the little kid you are.

Little person?

In what sense?

Well, not because I'm in a wheelchair?

You're so lame.

Can I talk to you?

Post-traumatic stress?

Yes.

I thought I was going to die and-

No crying allowed, huh?

What do you want from us?

Sweetness.

You look great.

No, I slipped when I got out of my bath.

You want a drink?

How long have we known each other, Jacques?

About 15 years.

To friendship!

You call that friendship?

Leading me on by making me believe that everything is fine.

You know what it's like to feel useless.

I'm going in circles.

In the meantime, some kind souls have informed Leroux of your deviations.

What are you talking about?

You said it yourself: "He's a cleaner."

He wants your skin, he wants my skin.

He wants me to get transferred.

He's trying to drive a wedge between Lucie and me.

So, please, don't add a layer, and stop your bullshit.

He wants to transfer you?

But what are you going to do?

What do you want me to do?

Don't cross the red line, don't do the same shit I did.

It's him or me. In the meantime, you,

from today, 6:00 pm, you stop drinking,

and don't make me put the cuffs on you.

Leroux can do all the investigations he wants,

no more worries.

Moretti is on bread and water.

And?

And what?

You don't want to make excuses?

Yes, I can be unfair,

immature, proud, provocative.

Well, come on. OK, that's good. It's not bad.

I shouldn't have given in self-flagellation either.

It's still weird.

Carlier would have manipulated Malika so that she would kill his wife,

and then, he would have thrown himself on her to prevent the assassination.

Until we solve this paradox-

Yeah, everyone will agree with Leroux.

I saw Catherine holding her stomach, the other day,

breathless, as if she were pregnant.

With Rachid?

It's a plausible hypothesis.

In any case, it would explain why Carlier he saved her life.

He always wanted a child, she too.

Yesterday, they were ready to kill each other-

And today, they are more united than ever.

So love and hate are two sides of the same coin.

Lucie, do you believe that one day,

you could hate me ?

I would have to love you first.

The gate was open, then, we entered.

You're just in time, Captain.

We wanted to check on you, we were worried.

You look great!

I wanted to thank you.

Without your intervention, Catherine would no longer be here.

I predicted it to you: "Never two without three."

I will end up thinking that your dear wife is a jinx.

And yet here we are, alive and together,

thanks to you.

Here you go!

What's this?

A little gift.

Open it!

We took white because we did not know if it was a boy or a girl.

White is all-purpose, goes with everything.

Get the hell out!

That's not very fair.

You should thank me twice,

I didn't just save one life, I saved two.

Call my lawyer.

Rachid's sister, Malika Faraoui,

claims that you have clearly set her up against your wife,

accusing her of manipulating Rachid to commit the robbery,

on pain of leaving him.

This is because you have sown doubt in his fragile mind.

So you deny having met Malika, yesterday at 11:00 am?

Yet she described your exchange with precision.

I mean, how is that possible?

My husband almost died to protect me.

He only protected you

because you had just told him that you were pregnant.

I've never seen this girl before in my life.

It will be her word against mine. Now get out of here.

You won't get away with this.

You knew about Catherine and her lover.

You set up that ambush to kill Rachid,

and end this relationship.

This is nonsense.

I remind you that the investigation is closed,

then, I will file a complaint against you.

Now, you get the hell out of here, and right now.

What are you going to tell this child?

That his biological father was killed by the father who raised him?

Get the hell...

Miss!

What's the matter?

Call 911, please.

Mr. and Mrs. Carlier have filed a harassment complaint against you,

while for your commissioner, the file is empty.

He was taken to the emergency room by the SAMU,

following an interrogation that had no legal justification.

Do you realize?

Yes, the problem, Judge, if you will,

is that Captain Cain has made it personal.

There you have it, he keeps putting me at odds,

he accumulates contradictions,

presumptions, hypotheses, pretexts to torture Philippe Carlier,

not to mention Rachid's sister

who is completely upset

by these fantastic theories

and who has started a hunger strike.

Given your record,

I will not follow up this complaint,

provided, of course, that you stop

this unjustifiable harassment on the Carlier couple.

At least this case is now closed.

Otherwise, Cain,

it is I who will personally ask your boss to sanction you.

The canteen is not good.

Listen to me carefully, Malika, we're going to make a promise to each other :

Even if it's not good, you eat,

and for my part, whatever happens, I promise you that the Carliers,

they will spend a good part of their lives in prison.

But for that, I need you to help me.

I would like you to tell me about your brother.

What do you want me to tell you?

He's a no-brainer.

What's crazy is that the violence, it scared him.

Paranoid was, I don't understand.

I don't understand how he could do that.

Sometimes I didn't care about him, but,

he told me he had a feeling that he was being followed.

Followed?

I don't know. That's what he told me.

I don't understand anything anymore.

Thank you Malika,

if you get the idea.

Do you realize that you are walking on eggshells?

Which, in your case, means making an omelet.

We're going to cook them onions.

Carlier and Leroux.

And if it fails?

Well, we'll go fishing, like in the good old days.

Peace to their souls!

I remind you that I need a sober partner.

Please?

You know I could arrest you for public intoxication?

But, I'd rather join your crime syndicate.

Cheers!

Wait-

No, no, I'm not here as a cop,

just as a customer.

Well, let's see.

Hundreds of jewelry stores in Marseille,

as luck would have it, monsieur tries mine.

I wanted to hear from you,

but, I see that you are doing very well.

So here it is,

I have a particular step to take, of a private nature.

A woman, my guardian angel, in a way,

whom I would like to thank, but,

without her imagining things.

It all depends on the price you attribute to this relationship.

Sentimentally, very high,

but with the salary of a civil servant.

So, in this case, I suggest earrings

rather than a ring.

They are synonymous with commitment.

This is a choice which would be wise,

sentimental, without being expensive.

Is the price right for you?

I know it's none of my business,

but, you should redo your sterility test.

You might be in for a nice surprise.

The coroner sent me the final report

of the autopsy of Rachid Faraoui.

He had a vasectomy at least five years ago.

You are undoubtedly the father of the child that your wife is carrying.

Thank you.

The sterility of Carlier is irreversible.

He is going to seek to know if Catherine had other lovers.

The worm is in the fruit.

Bingo!

It is not yet a closing time.

This is the piece of puzzle that we were missing:

the valet.

With this detective, Carlier knew everything about Catherine and her lover.

He also had to find out about Rachid's life:

his activities, his family, his resources.

This is the proof we were looking for.

The jubilation of killing his rival in all legitimacy,

Carlier could not resist it.

All she had to do then was to incite Catherine and Rachid

to commit this robbery.

Still ready to play the game?

More than ever.

I feel so ashamed.

I feel so humiliated.

I don't even know how I found the strength to come to you.

You know, ma'am,

adultery cases, it's my daily lot.

You have suspicions about a mistress in particular?

I suspect a lover, in particular.

A man?

The gentleman has broad ideas.

You can't even imagine how much.

Very well, madam.

I have some unfinished business, but, I ask you-

I ask you to make your priority.

Please do.

Good morning, ma'am.

Good morning, captain.

A detective?

What the hell is this?

Hello!

Yes.

Maître Lefebvre, please. It's urgent.

Yes, yes, I'll hold on.

That's it, he's taken the bait.

I don't like it, Lefebvre.

What are you talking about?

About this.

I don't know anything about it.

Your client who goes to a private home, believe me, it stinks.

What the-

Start!

So you still insist that

it's not the chief commissioner of the SRPJ of Marseille

that you're watching,

but, his interlocutor, Maître Lefebvre?

But, I have already told you 100 times,

it is his wife who hired me to catch him in flag' of adultery.

And of course, you have proof.

Of adultery?

No.

She paid me in cash.

The problem is that Master Lefebvre is not married.

You're going to lead us on how long?

But I've told you 100 times.

You want me to tell you or I'll stick it to you,

the word of an ex-cop who was fired for pimping?

Can't we maybe talk, Gerard?

Do I have a choice?

What do you think?

Carlier, does that mean anything to you?

Ah yes, it does.

Eighteen months of shadowing.

What a nice surprise!

Catherine was still with Rachid, the day before the robbery.

OK. Now you're going to call Carlier,

and tell him that you've found another lover in the closet.

Your husband has you followed by a private investigator.

Did he know about your relationship with Rachid?

What if this is another of your manipulations

to turn us against each other?

Take a look.

Did your husband directly, yes or no,

inform you about the transaction of 500 000 €

carried out before the robbery?

Are you still trying to prove that I am complicit in your robbery?

I just want you to consider the prospect of living

with a man who organized the execution of your lover,

the father of the child you are carrying.

Do you really want

this man to raise your child with impunity?

Borel?

How are you doing?

I'm good.

Photo editing, can you handle it?

Mmm-hmm!

I'm going to send you some pictures of Rachid by email.

I would like you to replace deftly his face

with someone else's.

That's easy. What kind?

Rather handsome, if possible.

Couldn't you have told me this before?

I was paid to report

on your wife's relationship with Rachid Faraoui, basta!

Are you kidding me?

Who is this guy?

I don't know.

I've slept with so many men that I've forgotten their faces.

Don't mess with me.

Rachid couldn't have children, you know that,

so who's the father? Tell me.

Why did he do it?

So that you can execute him like Rachid?

I didn't force him to turn on me, unlike you.

Stop it, Philippe.

You did everything for this.

It took me a while to understand.

Your cell phone, supposedly forgotten at home,

a week before.

You send an e-mail indicating the amount of the transaction.

You knew I would find it.

The day of the robbery, you were waiting for Rachid.

Yes.

Yes, I put that in front of you because I know you're a greedy person.

So, yes, I killed him,

but I did it out of love for you because I don't want to lose.

And then I learn that Rachid was as cuckolded as me,

I learn that there is another one. Another one.

You are a cuckold, but you are also very stupid.

There has never been another one.

It's over, Philippe.

And the child?

You're not the father.

You'll never be a father.

Shut up!

Let her go, Carlier.

Let her go, it's over.

Cut! Everything is in the box.

Tragic as can be.

No need for a second take.

Let her go, Carlier.

It's over now.

Cut!

Now I'm the one who arrived.

Good. It's only an amateur film, but,

the framing is good, the sound recording, perfect.

I'm counting on you so that Mr. the judge sees this film

in the best conditions : big screen, speakers-

the whole lot.

I had forgotten,

it's the envelope I had on my desk

that we see you giving Lefebvre, there?

It's not pretty, it's not pretty to rummage through other people's things.

A collision between the boss of the crime and

the lawyer of a suspect,

it can hurt,

very bad.

So, I see, how you said, already,

two solutions:

either, you ask yourself your transfer,

or, I ask it, myself,

and then, there, you know the continuation:

the cellar, the files to be sorted, all that.

How many sugars in your coffee, boss?

Two.

So, you were dreaming about it, huh?

Even if it's only an interim, I'll still be

the first disabled cop to run an SRPJ.

And tell me,

how could you be sure that

Leroux would fall into the trap?

Hate is always a bad advisor.

They are very beautiful, but it bothers me.

Why does it bother you?

They won't fit me.

It's Ben. Excuse me, please.

Papa, it's Alexandra, Amandine's mother.

She fell, she breathes more. You have to come.

You have to come, please.