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What a night!

I'm sobering up. I'm fine.

We had a good one.

I've got a thousand nags galloping through my skull.

But I'm still in good shape, and I'm going to be head of the SRPJ.

“Commander Cain”.

I can't believe we thought of you.

Get ready: in three months, I'll be your superior.

By the way, look.

Pickpocket at two o'clock.

And hop!

The wallet: gone.

Well done.

Now you'll need good legs.

I don't have these in the store.

I can't even get up.

OK, I'll do it.

(music)

He's got you on the run!

Do you think!

Monsieur has the fingers of a fairy, but the legs of a fish.

Adrien, can I give it back to you?

Stop it, Fred.

A wool-puller on my turf isn't good for advertising.

Shall I take it away?

Yes, or I'll have my revenge.

It's a mistake, actually.

Yeah...

Go on, get out!

Steady, steady!

We need a start to the day.

SRPJ, I don't believe it.

Come on!

Gift for you.

I'm overwhelmed.

Come on, Simon. Be nice.

Come on, it's okay. Come over here.

Payback's a bitch.

You're on.

Hush.

That was the last time Lieutenant Campanile was seen alive.

That same evening, David Wilcker shot him dead.

It's up to us to decide whether David Wilcker is guilty or not.

Don't make that kind of remark again.

He was convicted seven years ago, this retrial is absurd.

I'm begging you.

The investigation was carried out properly.

And to the best of our knowledge, no new facts have come to light to call it into question.

I love your certainty.

The new fact exists, we'll come back to it.

Just as we'll have the pleasure of discussing your investigative methods.

And Wilcker's personality, shall we come back to that?

You can't expect me to believe that this punk has changed in prison.

I've seen him up close, I know what he's worth.

We'll have to find out if he's a victim of police harassment...

your relentlessness, Captain Cain, and yours, Commander Moretti.

This judge is playing with us, she holds all the cards.

She hates cops.

I hate judges who hate cops.

Should have destroyed that testimony.

Ah, I know.

Gaëlle gave it to him, that's it, his new fact.

This judge is weaving her web around us.

We deny it.

We never knew about it.

We're going down, Fred.

They want to make an example of us.

She wants to make us do wrong,

but only we know what happened, so we stick together, Jacques.

We're not giving up.

That's the way.

Why did you want to see me?

Your document is a bomb,

but to be sure of its effect, you must let us tell the judges

where it comes from.

No way, I can't hurt Fred.

You have to say it was your ex-husband's business.

I can't do that.

I'm sorry.

You've already done a lot, I can't thank you enough.

But his...

I just want to get out!

I don't want to hurt Cain!

The fact that someone like you believes in my innocence is something else.

You're the first in seven years.

The judges will see it too.

I hope so, Gaëlle.

Are you sure David Vilcker is guilty?

He belongs in prison.

A priori, he's paying for a crime he committed.

So what are you hiding from me?

Come on.

I know you by heart.

You twisted the procedure?

Deliberately overlooked any leads?

Extracted confession?

We had an agreement: nothing personal.

Fred...

I wasn't the same cop back then.

Were you any worse than you are now?

I've learned at least one thing: to trust your intuition.

And then Major Moretti wouldn't have let you screw up.

I have a proposition:

I conduct a parallel investigation.

You don't have the authority.

I'll take it.

I was in good school.

I'm back on the Campanile file,

I'm trying to find the loopholes that the judges can sink their teeth into,

and we'll try to parry the blows, but you'll have to play fair with me.

I'll have to go and tell Stunia.

This is going to be a tough one for her.

Come on!

Lieutenant...

Lucie...

Thank you, Lucie.

Here you go...

Two visiting officials.

I don't have any corpses, unless you bring me one for the aperitif.

Two small glasses of formaldehyde?

Elisabeth...

I don't like your airs.

Leave us alone, please.

David Wilcker has just requested a retrial.

for the murder of Simon Campanile.

Damn it, Simon...

Shot point-blank with his service weapon.

The apartment was not searched,

he's certainly not a thief.

Who found out?

His companion.

She works nights and found out when she got home.

Captain Cain.

I'm sorry, sir.

Simon shared my life for four years.

Yes...

Simon was everything to me.

The color of his lips...

I've seen dead bodies, but...

The color of his lips, the rigidity :

everything indicates that he was killed between 10 and 11 p.m.

Elisabeth Stunia is a doctor specializing in forensic medicine.

She has the qualities: a cool head, a clinical eye.

I couldn't stop the first police officers from arriving.

from contaminating the crime scene.

Amateurs.

Did you notice the keys on the door?

Simon always took them off so I could get in.

He knew the killer.

Nice one!

That's what I do.

Unless he's opened up to you.

You come home early, an argument turns ugly,

and a crime scene made up by an expert in the field.

It's possible.

Except that I was at work all night.

I don't suppose you'll have any trouble figuring that out.

Simon had an appointment last night.

With David.

David how?

I don't know, I've never met him.

They've been seeing a lot of each other lately.

I don't know what they were doing together,

but in contact with this man, Simon became angry, dark.

He tormented him.

Particularly about a woman,

about whom he'd spoken to me several times.

He was very concerned about this single mother.

Gilardier. Suzanne Gilardier.

- Campanile en ripou... - Captain.

Can you believe it?

I'd investigate immediately.

Still a cop.

We're not giving up.

Gilardier's address.

Your son's going on vacation today, isn't he?

Damn it, Ben!

Almost forgot.

Tell Gaëlle.

If you're going to set me on fire, it can wait.

First one there wins.

Hey, wait up!

(music)

Winner!

Cheating.

There's trouble up there.

What are you doing?

Sign this paper!

Hush, my baby's asleep.

I don't care! Sign it!

No! I'm home!

Go away!

You'll see...

You're going to sign, damn it!

Get your hands off me!

Police!

Are you all right? Did he hurt you?

Who are you?

David Wilcker.

David Wilcker ?

Simon Campanile, does that mean anything to you?

Yes.

Yes ?

Did you shoot him?

What did you do?

Did you shoot him?!

No, I didn't!

No !

Did you kill Simon?

- Don't let go. - I'll let you go.

Are you out of your mind?!

Did you shoot him?!

Fred, shit!

All right!

Come and help me or he'll fall.

You didn't file a complaint?

I would have done better, yes.

I would have dived for a reason.

But...

I wanted to protect my little tricks.

I was a bad guy, I admit it.

I've had plenty of time to think about it.

They've been with me ever since,

they made sure I took the rap for Simon,

and I think they succeeded quite well.

Suzanne Gilardier?

Lieutenant Delambre.

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

And when it wasn't this Wilcker, it was Simon Campanile, the cop,

who came to pressure us to leave.

But you signed a lease.

That's why I resisted.

They wanted to evict all the tenants to drive up prices.

Were they threatening you?

At first, Wilcker was charming and benevolent.

And then there was the cop, who wanted to see our accounts,

who threatened to pin the IRS on us.

And the work we had to go through.

Work on the building, completely unnecessary.

Just to piss us off.

Tell us about the Bensoussans.

Their name comes up a lot in the file.

The elevator had broken down again.

This never happened before.

Mr. Bensoussan took the stairs, fell and died.

Wilcker was never worried about this?

Not for that or anything else.

But I saw him get out when the paramedics arrived,

he did nothing to help.

But he had that smile.

I'll never forget that smile.

Yes, Simon abused his nameplate a little to do me a favor, just out of friendship.

And you're just scaring the tenants.

That's what I do.

Is it your job to push them down the stairs?

Are you talking about Mr. Bensoussan?

Killing for the salary I'm paid?

There's also the bonus you'll make when the building's empty.

Suzanne Gilardier mentioned something you said.

I used the accident to put pressure on her, nothing more.

The same thing could happen to him.

It's just words. You won't arrest me for that, will you?

I might.

Chatting, bamboozling, finding the loophole, that's my thing.

I have to convince them to leave.

Everything I hate: clean-cut, no morals,

proud of harassing poor people.

Selling by the slice is legal.

The building is bought at a low price, the apartments are sold at a high price.

Guaranteed capital gain.

This is how you strip Marseille of its popular center.

The building was bought from a bank by financier Karl Hoste.

Karl Hoste?

Entering the big world.

On to plan B, the murder of Campanile.

I'll play nice.

This will be over quickly.

I'm curious to see that.

I didn't kill Simon.

How long have you known each other?

Two months.

A good, fast, solid friendship.

So on the night of the crime, you were at his place...

No, something came up.

I couldn't tell him.

Yes...

Between friends, we can afford it.

Did anyone see me?

Did anyone see you not go?

I was with a woman.

Ah, I love alibis.

Tell me all about it.

She's married.

No, not the mysterious married woman.

You can do better.

Annie Hoste.

The Great Manitou's wife?

You're not bored.

A real romance?

A booty call.

I rather like the expression.

And she's crazy about you, and she'll testify.

You're going to destroy her marriage, and I'm going to lose my job.

I know how to be discreet.

I'll be as silent as a grave.

Damn! Is there such a thing?

It pays to expropriate the poor.

I'd love to explore Marseille's hidden treasures.

Aren't you going to dare?

“Ownership is theft.”

I'm fulfilling a principle of anarchist recovery.

Are you coming?

(Music)

I haven't had a chance to swim yet this morning.

What's she like?

Police.

This is an investigation.

In our pool, of course.

Testing the pH of the water.

Campanile...

Who could have done this?

Did you know him?

I organize friendly poker games,

where we sometimes welcome new faces:

it was Wilcker who brought back Simon Campanile.

I liked him right away.

To the point of hiring him to do little extras?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Wilcker says Campanile helped him expropriate the tenants.

David organizes his working hours as he sees fit.

Clean hands, dirty ass.

You pocket the profits, the rest is none of your business.

If money disgusts you, don't disgust others.

I know that kind of thinking,

it's not contempt for capitalism that drives you,

but the desire to have more than a cop's salary.

Yes, I must be too stupid to own a bastide,

vineyards, a swimming pool...

But this one can be shared, the proof!

How long have you been David Wilcker's sexual hobby?

Shut up!

I've earned it.

David Vilcker says he was with you at the time of Simon Campanile's murder.

He's lying.

You can't believe that.

David wants to use her as an alibi, right?

I have complete confidence in my wife.

And I'll never protect that little scum.

Wilcker is an excellent poker player.

He cornered your colleague, who quickly went into debt.

After that, I imagine he had no trouble getting her to cooperate.

And you're a stranger to manipulation.

Believe it or not,

Campanile was nice to me.

Yesterday morning I gave him 65,000 euros in cash,

enough to pay David back and take back his freedom.

That's something.

For me, it is.

Wouldn't it have been easier to fire Vilcker?

She's sleeping with David Vilcker, that's obvious.

But she told us she wasn't.

Her husband was there.

But if we cook her, she'll confirm the alibi.

Then we certainly won't cook her.

David Wilcker remains a suspect.

You're really twisted.

That Mrs. Hoste sleeps with a little pimp.

does not prove that she was with him at the time of the murder.

Let's not push her as an alibi, that would be too easy.

The motive remains: why would Wilcker kill Campanile?

He had a cop on hand,

corrupt enough to help him with his schemes.

He was precious.

I don't want to let go of him.

Karl Hoste's spontaneous confession,

the way he incriminated David, aren't you going to dig?

You wanted Wilcker to be guilty.

The judges have a point.

Tina, an investigation is about questioning everything.

Hoste was giving us a tip.

Campanile's debts.

This opened up other avenues, which we obviously explored.

We even suspected Stunia for a while.

She had an alibi, but anything was possible.

Second puncture wound, 12 cm long.

at a 90-degree angle.

Do you like corpses?

I'm in class right now.

Practical work.

I have one hour to hand in my conclusions.

As soon as I graduate, this will become my daily routine.

Morbid passion for cold meat?

No.

Disgust for mankind?

No, I like what death reveals of intimate life.

A corpse doesn't lie.

This one didn't fight back.

Atrophied legs, no muscle mass:

he was paraplegic.

Sentenced to life in a wheelchair after a construction accident.

His wife couldn't take it anymore.

A woman who kills her husband to relieve him of the hell his life has become...

Does this sound familiar?

Simon had huge debts, he couldn't get out of them.

Is that all you could find?

I loved it,

and he loved me back.

Simon spoke very highly of his colleagues.

About you, in particular.

Like what, for example?

That you were sharp.

Arrogant, too.

I'm disappointed you suspect me, Captain.

You knew about his debts.

Yes.

They pushed him to do things that revolted him.

He was looking for a way out.

If that David was lying there, yes, you could suspect me of murder.

This guy destroyed our lives.

Simon had found the money.

He was going to pay it back.

What?

65,000 euros in cash.

Any ideas?

Don't you get it?

I understand that Wilcker didn't have to kill him.

Simon had warned David:

his debts paid off, he would become his worst enemy

and sink him.

Believe me, Captain, he would have.

In your opinion, was giving him back the money that night a declaration of war?

That's interesting.

I don't like these interrogations at my home, Commander.

“Captain,” only.

Thank you, Captain.

I've always loved poker,

an exciting game where the cards don't speak so much as the faces.

Is this where Campanile played?

He wasn't very lucky at cards.

So he went into debt, and you exploited his debt.

Does he know it was you who gave Simon the money to pay him back?

Does that surprise you?

Without debts, Campanile was becoming dangerous,

an enemy who knew too much, an enemy to be destroyed.

By giving him this money, Mr. Hoste unleashed the dogs on you.

Why did you do it?

Should I answer that for you?

Maybe because you're possessive, jealous,

and you know your wife has a crush on Mr Wilcker?

Nonsense.

There's nothing between them.

Yes, Karl.

I was with Annie.

Sorry, David, but she denies it.

You don't have many friends after all.

She's lying.

I'm banging your wife.

You're scaring her.

He dominates with money, but you scare him.

You are strong.

You made it, but it escapes you.

Annie will testify.

She'll never lie to protect you.

We'll see.

Well, we've put our cards on the table.

It's going to be an exciting game.

I warn you: I never lose.

It's a very democratic game:

no more scoundrels, no more cops, no murderers in this room,

just enemies who want to win.

No masters, no jacks, kings, queens, aces.

Hoste had no courage, he lied very badly,

he was always backing out,

while Vilcker...

A card game made him guilty?

He confirmed that he was a cold-blooded animal,

a monster capable of anything.

During the investigation, Wilcker continued his dirty work:

to expel Suzanne Gilardier at all costs.

She was giving her daughter a bath.

Come on, let's rinse.

Ah! Chloe! Chloé!

Chloé!

Chloe died three days later.

I was tried for my daughter's death.

For the death of my daughter!

The water was lukewarm, and all of a sudden it became scalding hot.

That day, I killed my daughter.

But they're the guilty ones.

Doesn't even a baby bring a tear to your eye?!

We had announced the construction work and the cutting off of the cold water.

Little bastard, I should...

Just do it.

There you go.

Don't think about your future, Captain.

Hit me!

Hit me!

Don't think about your loved ones or your future.

He threatened you.

There's something going on between you two.

We should have locked him up!

We can: reckless homicide.

That'll do.

He'll be all right.

He was harassing this woman.

Can you prove the water?

The mother will pay for it.

We're not going to release him?

We've got no choice.

A baby is dead, and these guys are going to make it.

And if I break the rules, it's on me,

he understood that.

I almost worked with Vilcker, but was advised against it.

Too unstable.

And out of network.

How unstable?

He pulls out the clamp, you don't even have time to pull it out.

you're already a one-armed man.

The kind that eats the hand that feeds it.

In poker, however, he's an ace.

Is he cheating?

No, not at all, better than that:

he strips the cards like the damsels.

At his table, you don't sit, you lie.

And you leave your virtue there.

Ben!

Ben!

Ben?

Well...

What the hell are you doing?

Ben's at summer camp.

It's all my fault.

I'm a piece of shit, Gaëlle.

I didn't even think about you.

You're drunk again, I'm sick of it.

You're so beautiful!

I love that you're my wife.

We're going to dance.

- Come on. - It's 2:30 A.M...

I'm tired of you.

Come here.

(Music)

I love you, Fred.

What happened to us, Gaëlle?

I don't know what happened.

We've always managed to talk to each other, even in the hardest times.

David is innocent.

No !

No.

I can't hear that.

I've given everything to my job, you know that.

This is all I have left.

We won't know where the document came from.

I'm not thinking about myself, I'm thinking about him!

He's going to be released.

Can you believe it?

Annie Hoste testified on his behalf.

The proof is there, you know it.

She testified just before she died.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing?

Go away.

Tell them I was with you.

What are we doing here?

If she changes her testimony, she exonerates Wilcker for good.

At least we'll know for sure.

Right, go and interview the lady.

I hope we're not doing something stupid.

Wait, isn't that Vilcker's car?

No way!

You have to tell them I was with you!

How'd it go?

Well then?

Police?

Not this time.

What do we do now?

Are you okay?

Yes.

You're a witness, Captain.

What's the risk?

Not much, I'm afraid.

Not here.

If I don't say I was with him the night of the crime.

Is that what he was asking you?

You're nothing to him.

This guy has no feelings.

Everything about him is wrong.

We were together.

Annie, Annie, Annie...

Finally, Anita Hoste.

This is your second marriage.

You have a daughter, who lives with her father in Argentina.

You only see her once a year, and in secret.

Yes.

You loved your husband, and he betrayed you.

Wilcker's no better.

Do you like Karl?

He's given me a respectable life.

He's far from perfect, he's a coward, but he loves you.

He's very jealous.

If you support Vilcker, he'll never forgive you.

Finally, you're an intelligent woman, Annie, a proud woman.

He doesn't deserve to have you perjure yourself for him.

You're going to lose everything a second time.

You deserve better.

What if he comes back?

Trust me, I'll protect you.

What do we put on the report?

David's lying.

I never slept with him.

It was Cain who asked him to recant.

More or less.

They were having an affair,

but there was no evidence that they were together on the night of the murder.

But rather than let the judges decide,

you preferred testimony

incriminating testimony from Annie Hoste.

Yes.

I don't want anything to happen to you, Jacques.

Maybe you'd better talk to the judges, tell them everything.

It would backfire on Fred.

You don't have to cover for him.

You'll see what it's like when...

You'll see when you find a partner.

We're complete.

This chamber will decide whether or not to retry David Wilcker's case.

Mr. Wilcker,

regarding the multiple police brutalities you were subjected to,

the statute of limitations has expired,

but do you want us to put them in the file?

No, I just want my innocence to be established.

and for this nightmare to end.

At the trial, two facts led to your conviction.

First, the presence of a large sum of money found in your home.

65,000 euros, stolen at the time of Simon Campanile's murder.

Why would I do that?

He was going to give me the money.

We maintain that it was placed in his home for the sole purpose of incriminating him.

An official search was carried out at the defendant's home.

and it was carried out properly.

I never saw that money, you stashed it in my house!

Counsellor, please calm your client down.

Even though police officers have often shown themselves to be

on the fringes of the law during their investigation,

you can't blame them for everything.

No new elements will be retained on this point,

it in no way justifies the reopening of a trial.

Let's move on to the second fact, which was found to be damning:

Mr. Vilcker, you stated that at the time of the murder,

you were at home with Madame Annie Hoste.

My client never deviated from this version.

Madame Annie Hoste was deceased at the time of the trial,

the prosecution relied on two testimonies recorded during the investigation,

where she denies your allegations.

Mr. Wilcker did everything he could to get her to disclaim.

We saw that, Captain Cain.

We are not blind.

If Cain and Moretti are hiding something,

now is the time to find out.

This new piece was presented by Maître Lefebvre.

This is a handwritten statement by Mrs. Annie Hoste.

dated July 28, 2009.

Mr. Vilcker, you were already charged and in custody on that date,

we can't accuse you of having influenced her.

This spontaneous testimony was given to the Marseille SRPJ,

countersigned by the duty officer for transmission to Captain Cain.

Does this mean anything to you?

If it were authentic, it would have been presented to us

the same day or the next day.

Master, how did this document come into your possession?

I've undertaken not to divulge the source.

Are you aware that this could be prejudicial to you?

It's the content that counts.

It's written on it, where it comes from.

“SRPJ Marseille”.

We had Mrs. Hoste's handwriting analyzed by two experts,

who formally authenticated it.

In this manuscript, Annie Hoste claims to have lied previously,

and that she was David Wilcker's mistress.

The police recently came to see me about a letter Annie had left.

She wrote it under duress.

Really?

I don't know.

David knew how to trick people into doing things they didn't want to do.

Looking back, do you think she had an affair with David Wilcker?

That's what he would have wanted us to say,

but no, never.

Never.

On the other hand, knowing that a man's life depended on his testimony alone,

tortured her.

David killed a cop,

he tried to use Annie, it destroyed her.

Now he's in prison, but it's still too early for him.

Karl, I know you'll never forgive me.

I love David sincerely, even though I know he doesn't love me.

I've screwed up.

I'm sorry about that.

Sorry.

You knew, didn't you?

You were jealous.

She loved him and you let Wilcker pay for the crime.

She denied the affair for fear of your jealousy.

If she killed herself instead of fighting to get David out,

it's out of fear of your reaction.

She was faced with a loyalty conflict: betray him or betray you.

It was you who made her lie.

It was you, not Wilcker, who drove her to suicide.

They won't be able to prove that we had that testimony.

Did we do the right thing?

Wait...

Not you!

Yeah...

You're stupid, I almost walked.

I almost walked too.

Annie Hoste has just testified on Wilcker's behalf.

This messes everything up.

It means she'll be at her trial and Vilcker will walk.

I just got a call...

Annie Hoste has committed suicide.

Who else read this testimony?

No one else.

Wilcker is in prison.

The file is complete...

He can't be out on his ear because of this, damn it.

We can wait and see.

We have a message from Annie Hoste on an answering machine,

a recording whose scope is unknown.

It proves he's innocent.

No, that she loved an asshole enough to die for him.

But that's enough to set him free.

Are you going to bury the evidence?

Don't make the same mistake James and Cain did seven years ago.

“I was with David the night of the murder.

You'll never forgive me.

I sincerely love David, even though I know that he...”

The judge will reject Annie Hoste's confession,

and you bring me this.

Crap!

Karl Hoste kept this message religiously.

What a jerk!

Just say the word and I'll erase it.

Will you be able to look at yourself in the mirror later?

No.

And you wouldn't look me in the face again, that would be stupid.

Go ahead.

Are you sure?

Yes, there are some looks I miss too much.

“I was with David the night of the murder.

You'll never forgive me.

I sincerely love David, even though I know he doesn't love me.

I've screwed up.

I'm sorry.”

In view of the new information in the file,

the investigating committee of the court of revision orders

that the trial of David Vilcker

for homicide of Simon Campanile be retried.

Consequently, the previous trial is judged and its verdict overturned.

Mr David Vilcker, you are free to go.

You remain at the disposal of justice.

Do you know where to sleep tonight?

No.

Do you want to come to my place?

We're celebrating at your place tonight.

We'll do that.

We're doing fine, though.

They don't know everything.