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If you've got flu, Borel, take a sick day.

Is this an advert? Are you selling your down jacket?

It's very ugly.

Didn't your mum teach you good taste?

Are you doing a striptease?

Don't move.

Stay where you are.

Turn around.

Run back!

Fred, you're out.

I'm waiting for the fireworks.

No. The captain has to stay with me.

Easy now.

‘If Cain gets out of here, I'll blow it up.’

Tough, but effective.

Did you wake up with a bomb around your belly?

Last night I was at the stadium.

A guy gave me a beer.

After that, I don't know.

I woke up in my car, I panicked.

Don't take any chances, Fred.

Is he my type?

The mobile isn't connected.

So... It's a phone

stupid and nasty.

Captain Cain?

Yes ?

Did you really need all those tricks to reach me?

Sir... Sir what?

I want you to find my wife.

Do I know her?

Don't try and stall me, I'm here.

I'm waiting for you in the hall.

Do you really think blowing up cops will motivate us to find your wife?

Nobody wants to look for her.

Is she over 18?

It's her right to disappear...

Mr Bernard Letter.

Why do you want to talk to me?

Your father told me about you.

Can we take care of my bomb?

It doesn't matter if you know her father or the Pope.

Defuse this.

This is a dummy bomb, just to get your attention.

‘This bomb?

Is there another one?

Just find my wife.

Claire, right?

The photo is recent.

Put out an APB.

Do you want my job?

Take my handicap too.

To be effective, I need to know more.

Why trust me?

There are other cops in Marseille.

You were the best for Robert.

We must not be talking about the same father.

Kronstadt group, 1965.

My father, an anarchist?

And I'm the 110m hurdles champion?

Do you recognise this?

My father had the same one.

Our sign of recognition.

Do you believe me now?

Doesn't that give you an advantage, having been a friend of my father's?

Get to work, it's an emergency!

You look just like him.

Your wife has left you.

We've just bought a chalet in the Vercors for our retirement.

She chose it from a plan.

And she would have left?

It doesn't make any sense!

You never really know people.

Claire and I fell in love when we were 19.

I know it by heart.

45 years of mutual love!

Of passion! Of happiness!

Do you know what that means?

No. And now it's a bit late.

Playing the handicapped? We're wasting time!

Claire is in danger!

You have no idea how many cuckolds there are in the world!

certainties I've seen here.

Dirty little bastard.

I can see why your father called you that.

He respected the cop, not the son.

That a guy like him never liked me,

that's a pretty good sign for me.

He had his reasons.

Looks like he died before you understood.

Can you elaborate?

The house in Aix-en-Provence, would that refresh your memory?

Do you really want my help?

An anarchist begging the police, it's pathetic.

Do you have a computer?

I'm going to show you something that will motivate you.

28 hours to find your wife?

And that bomb.

Otherwise it explodes.

Absolute priority on this one.

We start looking for the bomb around this freak's house.

The civil security is going to join us with dogs.

Lagnet, you coordinate the teams.

Come on.

Yes ?

Of course, Commissioner.

Nothing will filter through.

Are you OK?

Does it shake you up to know that your father used to be an anarchist?

No, it makes me feel better.

That explains his love for our job.

The house in Aix, can you explain that to me?

No.

Where are you going?

To come to my senses.

Fred!

What? 27 hours and 14 minutes.

We've got time.

To bring back the dead, to start a revolution...

Time for a mea culpa.

Time.

Well... You lasted longer

than I thought.

Six months, anyway.

Is that so?

I didn't count.

I disconnected.

Seeing real people would do you good.

They have nothing to hide, they're guilty of nothing...

And they're alive!

You're alive too...

Am I disturbing you?

I'm sorry about that.

Sorry about that? You're overdoing it, Captain.

You've got a good voice.

I thought you were moping around...

And what part of ‘I need to be alone’ didn't you understand?

I know you need some air,

but the truth is, I miss you.

Hang on a minute...

Are you asking me to come back?

I'm on a case and, without you, I'm stuck.

I'd better go to the beach, but I don't have such a nice swimming costume.

Oh my!

You'll have to beg!

Taking advantage of a cripple in the sand?

I'm going to get in the way!

If I come back, it's on my terms.

I'm listening.

Rule 1: I don't want to fall into your black holes again.

Rule 2: We deal as equals.

You listen to me and consider me.

My private life is my own business.

My business.

OK, I promise.

I haven't finished yet.

Rule 4: Your cynicism and destructiveness,

you stick it where I think it belongs.

There you are. Now, promise.

Very good: promise!

I've said it.

Where are you going?

To change.

I'm not going to the SRPJ in my swimming costume.

Can you help me get out of here?

I forgot! Rule 5:

when you get yourself into trouble,

you get out on your own.

Look who I've found.

Delambre! You're just in time.

I think about you all the time, after what happened!

I'm fine!

All right, Borel.

I'm here, I'm fine.

Cain nailed me for you.

It's hard to look death in the face.

Not so good.

I understand better what happened to you.

Shall we continue?

Bernard Letter retired 3 months ago.

He was a fireworker.

His life smells of gunpowder.

And the tiny anarchist group?

They attacked everything that represented the established order:

soldiers, priests, cops.

He was arrested several times: gang violence.

What about the family?

He has a son. I summoned him.

He's good.

Yes ?

The truth is, you can't do without this job.

Or you?

Or me?

No !

What if?

Are you a masochist?

Mined ground: rule 4.

No trace of explosives.

Find the woman: the other lunatic will tell us where his bomb is.

Major François Letter. I've been summoned.

What's the matter?

I knew he was crazy, but not crazy enough to plant a bomb.

What about your mother's disappearance?

She could have taken a holiday.

Your father doesn't think so.

Since he retired, she's been after him 24/7.

She needs some air.

We need you to make him talk.

I'm not the right person.

He'll never tell me anything.

We can't hear each other.

To be honest, he's an arsehole.

What the hell are you doing here?

Tell me where the bomb is and I'll leave.

We didn't understand each other, Cain. I'm looking for my wife,

not my son!

Go away. Let me deal with my problems.

You solve them by pissing off the world.

Mum's gone because you're so crazy!

Hit me. Go on, hit me.

You're pissing me off, François!

The only problem between your mother and me is you.

Get out of my way.

Get out of the way!

Nice one!

My father told me

that he stopped smiling when I was born.

Stop!

What, stop?

Rule 1: don't lure me into your black holes again.

You're not lucky enough to have traumas.

How do you do it?

You act as if nothing had happened.

As if Balducci had never existed.

As if Sonia hadn't died.

I can't get over it, but you're the only one who knows.

I respected because I knew you were alive somewhere.

Balducci decided for us.

Balducci, he's a psychopath.

He stalked couples.

He didn't make a mistake.

He killed her.

And us too.

There you go. It'll do you good.

I haven't got a glass.

Drink or drive? I drink.

I'm sorry.

I should have kept my cool.

My father is pushing me too hard.

Only to accuse you of not knowing how to control yourself.

I know what you mean.

You're the only thing he and your mother fight about.

He uses me as a scapegoat.

Everything my father!

Does your mother put up with it?

They're both dead.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry, the statute of limitations has expired.

Borel searches Bernard Letter's house.

Perfect. Shall we take you back?

No, I'm fine. I've got my car.

See you soon.

Hop! Hop!

You've been drinking: I'm driving.

I've got the wrong house: it's number 12.

It says Letter on 13.

He has 2 houses?

No, his son lives there.

I saw his wife.

Do you mind if the captain visits the

daughter-in-law?

No.

There's no rule preventing you from interviewing young women.

Oh yes!

It's almost the same house.

Does he sleep on his back or on his stomach?

On his stomach.

Roll up a towel to cushion it, it helps them fall asleep.

There you go: all you had to do was talk about it.

Are you a cop or a doctor?

Isn't that the same thing?

You have a front row seat to your in-laws.

Didn't you see anything?

No arguments?

I don't have all this to look at.

Of course you do...

Borel?

Next to the room you're in, is that a room?

Erm... Where are you, Captain?

In front of a crystal ball. What's up? Another room or not?

It's a shower.

Very funny.

Crap!

It's convenient, living near your mother-in-law, if the little one

is ill...

Is this your idea?

It's François' idea.

He said it was simpler.

She never keeps it, does she? But I don't care.

You don't seem to care about a lot of things.

Now, if you're interested, I'll be off.

Take your clothes off before you shower, it's better.

Very funny.

Get undressed, before the shower.

Can you see?

Claire Letter's stuff is here.

Did she run off with another man?

I thought of that too.

But she would have taken his ID and mobile,

wouldn't she?

I don't care about your problems: I've got a bomb on my hands!

If I don't get more manpower, you'll have to take over.

responsibility and the deaths!

Did you take the time to stop by?

Is it quiet at the moment?

Very quiet!

A bomb is about to go off in Marseille, but we don't know where it is.

Lucie and Borel are running around?

Absolutely. I'm glad

that you've moved back to Marseille.

It makes me feel better when you're here.

Have you heard from Ben?

Yes! He's been writing me emails.

Well, he does.

I've received one...

6 months ago.

He likes South Africa!

in a reserve?

No.

He's a bit of a cop, then. I'll ask him to come back.

I'm going to hire him at the SRPJ.

He needs to rebuild himself.

I know he does.

But I miss the little bugger.

You sound like your father.

No. He added ‘dirty’.

But you're right, sorry.

How's college treating you?

5 hours of lessons a week, that's less stressful than your bomb.

So I found something else.

Did you?

I'm a prison visitor.

Are you joking?

No.

When Ben was in custody, I saw how it went.

A lot of people need help.

You asked me to come and tell me that?

It upsets you, but I need to feel useful.

You comfort those I stop...

We should take out a patent.

Iron fist and velvet glove.

The carrot and the stick.

Beauty and the beast.

I'm serious about this job.

Thanks for coming!

Were you able to free yourself?

I need you to help me think.

It's rare to meet someone who has the same kind of father.

I'm obsessed with it.

I can't work any more.

Any sign of Mum?

No.

Most likely, she had a lover.

No, that's impossible.

Then she's dead.

You can't find her, so she's dead?

No, it's not possible.

It's not possible.

Sorry, François, but...

I'm paid to consider everything.

Would your father have been able to kill her?

I never thought Bernard would be capable of planting a bomb.

After that, you know my father, his past, his commitment...

He's a violent man.

With her too?

He put her down all the time, for everything.

She didn't want to leave Marseilles, go with him to the Vercors.

Thank you, François.

I'll keep you posted.

I'll let you know.

Ah!

Sorry!

I have a staircase mentality.

For a guy in a wheelchair, it's weird.

Your house...

It's an open-air cinema about the intimacy of your parents.

Your wife is charming.

Do you live there to watch them?

No! Why would I do that?

That's just it, I don't know.

to live opposite a guy I hate.

Especially my father.

My father, I don't know.

That's all I know.

When we moved in, the house was available,

cheap, no questions asked.

But you're right: we should move.

Get in touch with the bomb squad!

You've got to be kidding me!

Is he upset about something?

I can feel it going boom.

Fred, where have you been?

Don't be so intrusive, or I'll disappear like Mrs Letter.

Get to work: she's got to be somewhere,

that one!

Yes, but not necessarily alive.

Maybe our bomb-maker blew it up too?

Did Bernard kill his wife?

Claire refused to follow him away from Marseille.

An impulsive, violent husband...

He almost hit his son this morning.

She tells him...

He knocks.

Look at him, concentrate, you'll see the scene.

The crystal ball, telepathy...

What next?

Will you tell his fortune?

Open your chakras, Lieutenant.

See beyond appearances.

But I open them, my chakras.

Didn't you clear the past?

Yes, I have. We still have to clear up the future.

Speaking of the past, I have an advantage over you two.

Letter knew your father.

And since I'm doing transfers...

Why am I a cop?

Because shrinks are too expensive.

And what does daddy's ghost say?

To consider all the possibilities.

And why go to all this trouble to find a woman who's been killed?

It's better not to say anything.

That would get him off the hook, but it's huge.

Unless he was the victim of a life-saving amnesia.

He kills her and forgets everything?

It happens after traumas.

I'm not forcing you to give up your hypotheses,

but if possible, follow the right ones too.

There's some interesting stuff in Letter's stuff.

The persiqui...

persiqu... The perséquitions.

Searches!

Thank you for your time.

Miss?

Tina Verde.

Stagiaire Tina Verde.

I'm looking for the others.

I found a title deed.

A piece of land in Sainte-Marthe.

Perfect, you're going to the country.

We're going to Letter's, the son.

If you agree.

We'll leave the boxes to you.

Fic-frac is your thing.

You too, you're titillated by this promiscuity with parents.

It doesn't mean burglary.

Tatata! When something tickles a cop,

the cop snoops around.

I'm dreaming.

You regret taking it out on Bernard,

aren't you?

Indeed, you're dreaming. Let's scratch where we haven't scratched.

to use that: imagine me losing my arms too.

What if I get fried?

Céline will be back in 10 minutes.

I'm blocking 5.

That's 15. That's enough.

Yes... Yes, that's it.

Oh, yes...

He loves her, so what? He loves her, so what?

My mother and I are mistaken for two sisters.

But not for two lesbians?

No! Are you sick?

You'd think they were lovers.

Take a look. It could be you,

with François.

And the age difference?

Don't you care?

No.

My guy does that with his mum, he walks right out the door.

You'd be jealous.

Yes, normal.

I'm not like that.

On the other hand, François is jealous of those who love his mother.

Like his father.

Since his mother didn't want to leave, could he help her leave Bernard?

Now you've got it all wrong.

It's Bernard who's jealous of François.

A week ago, I saw everything from here.

Bernard was making fun of François.

It got out of hand.

Claire separated them and threatened Bernard with divorce.

And he went crazy.

Yes. I thought he was going to hit her,

but in the end he smashed the window.

Can you see it?

It's more funky than TV!

Are you happy?

Why are you happy?

Céline confirms your hypothesis about the father.

You have your culprit.

Do you think so?

Why do you think that? More you?

What about you?

The urgent thing is to find the bomb.

Get Bernard Letter here.

What are we doing here?

Is my wife under the sofa?

No, I checked.

Sit down, please.

Is there a problem?

You can't have missed this relationship.

You who love your wife so much.

And hate your son.

Why didn't you tell me?

Does it drive you crazy?

And one day, it's not enough: you hit the one that's annoying you.

Make up whatever you want about me, but find Claire.

Otherwise the bomb will go off.

Claire won't be found.

She didn't want to go to the Vercors, she told you that.

You argued and hit her.

She fell down.

Right here.

You're going too far.

I had a jealous father too.

And violent.

Yes, Borel?

I searched the ground at Letter.

We've got a problem.

Claire Letter has been found.

Dead.

What's happening?

Did you find my Claire?

She's...

dead?

She's dead, yes.

Is she dead?

Come on, Bernard...

Now tell me the truth.

I got upset when she said she wouldn't go with me.

But I didn't kill her.

At least tell me where that bomb is.

In the false bottom of a wooden box,

in a garden shed.

At Saint Martha's?

Lucie has joined Borel to complete the sector.

The bomb squad arrives.

Don't take any chances!

No, the perimeter is secure.

The bomb and the murderer: well done, no mistakes.

For the bomb, yes.

No, he doesn't remember anything.

It's up to us to prove it.

The bomb squad has arrived.

I had to be quick.

Are there any budget restrictions?

The death was at least 5 or 6 days ago.

She was beaten.

The larynx has been shattered.

The murderer strangled her.

In a blind rage?

Claire must not have been killed here.

She has marks under her arms: she was dragged several metres.

Delambre is right.

She wasn't killed there.

Do you know yin and yang?

The duality of all things, the universal complementarity.

Beautiful, learned and wise.

The opposite of you.

Can you explain so I don't die a fool?

Claire could have been killed because she didn't want to leave:

the yin.

Or because she wanted to stay: yang.

Are you telepathic too?

He's coming out of the hut.

There they are.

We came for nothing: the trunk is empty.

Tell me...

Letter took you for a ride,

and we galloped behind you like idiots.

He had no reason to lie to me.

Can you hear yourself? What do you think?

He's a criminal. We're working here!

What's up?

Are you going to tell me I'm mixing everything up?

That my father died a long time ago?

That's true. And there's nothing you can do about it.

You want to play shrink?

My father threatened to kill my mother if she left him.

He would never do that.

I helped her disappear and covered my tracks.

He thought she was dead.

When he got Alzheimer's, she came back to help him.

But he didn't recognise her any more.

And you think it's your fault?

She died of guilt and grief soon after.

Do you suspect the Letter son of being responsible for all this?

You don't look too good.

An intimate question?

Are you breaking your rules?

No, I can tell you're sincere.

We can talk,

provided we keep our emotions in check, of course.

Of course.

Otherwise we wouldn't have any fun.

No.

If you need me, just ring me.

François, I have to tell you something serious.

I've been summoned urgently and I'm waiting for 1 hour?

It'll be quick now.

I've got 10 minutes.

Your father killed your mother.

What?

You're going to die in prison, you sick bastard!

Would that make you come?

The father-son relationship is beautiful.

Sometimes bloody, but it's beautiful.

Come on.

When my mother died,

I would have liked my father to be in her place.

I have nothing more to do here.

I don't want to see him anymore.

You two have a lot to talk about.

What is it?

They lose everything?

Are they?

I've got nothing left.

Yes: life.

That's why

that François took the bomb from the vegetable garden and hid it here, at the SRPJ.

To kill you.

Are you kidding me?

You're out of your mind! We have to evacuate!

The bomb is hidden here!

Run for it! Run for it!

Did you do that?

You're nuts.

Let's get out of here!

This is getting tedious!

Emptying the building every time a Letter plants a bomb?

Tell him what's on your mind before...

After that, it'll be too late. Badaboum!

This is no exercise!

Come on!

Go for it!

Tell him the truth.

I've been doing transfers all along, so let's go!

You never liked me, Dad.

You're crazy, Cain!

You never understood me.

Fortunately, my mother listened to me.

I could tell her anything, cry in her arms.

Mockery is easy.

Get out! Get out!

Go with her, away from me?

I can't live without Mum!

You're pathetic!

I had to kill her.

To keep her with me.

He's dying to spit in your face,

but not in front of me...

Get out. Less than 10 minutes to go.

Leave me one!

I'll finish it off!

I'll wait here.

In 60 seconds, we're out of here!

It's working.

We're safe.

You can talk now.

We'll take our secrets to the grave.

You're not going to let innocent people die?

Where's the bomb!

The innocent trick won't work.

You're going to have to be a lot more convincing.

There's one thing we never told you, François.

Before you, we had another son.

What kind of crap is that?

He died when he was 6 months old.

Sudden infant death syndrome.

His name was François.

Your mother wanted you to have the same name.

She never got over it.

You were everything to her.

Why didn't you tell me?

Your mother made me keep it a secret.

I beg your pardon.

I beg your pardon.

I'm the one who killed her.

We had a fight.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry about that.

I don't know why I did that.

You're hiding...

But he sees her, dead.

In shock, he forgets everything.

CCTV.

Effective pressure tactics.

I'll keep it under my hat.

You could have told me you'd found the bomb.

You would have been less credible.

Why didn't you stay?

You're missing a wheel.

You're hitting the right spot!

We're starting to get even.

I'm putting the bill in your name.

How about we split the cost?

It's a shame, though...

You're going to be in a world of trouble,

when your bomb would have gone off in the carrots and turnips.

You know, when your mother was in Aix,

your parents continued to see each other.

They were hiding.

Like lovers.

They liked it.

They loved that period.

My mother would have told me.

Your father also wanted to keep it a secret.

He was an asshole.

Gaëlle, it's me.

I just needed to hear your voice.

Thank you for that.

Hello.

Hello.

How have you been since the last time?

I'd rather you didn't come and see me.

Why did you say that? You told me that

my visits were helping you to cope with this place.

I heard you were Frédéric Cain's wife.

The ex-wife. What difference does that make?

Does it bother you that I lived with a cop?

Because of him, I've been rotting here for 7 years.

I'm not him.

No. But every time

I see you, I'll think of him.

I'll end up resenting you too.

Right... I understand.

I can't oblige you.

Goodbye.

He manipulated the investigation to get me convicted.

I stay 2 minutes.