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Deals are made on this parking lot.

The dealers didn't kill him.

There's not a trace of drugs.

If Gino had wanted to rip off a buyer,

at worst, he would have been slashed for a lesson, that's all.

The killer waited patiently for Gino to be released and then killed him.

It's connected to Darbois' murder.

Did someone want to avenge the boss of Boat Refit?

That doesn't make sense.

Gino didn't kill Darbois.

Unless he was the witness to the murder.

And not Berthier, as we thought from the beginning.

No, it was definitely Berthier.

When Gino saw him, he understood something.

He saw in his eyes the name of the man who left him in that state.

And he may be the one who killed Gino.

We need to go back to Darbois' murder. We've missed something!

We'll find it, and everything will make sense.

Go over Gino's life.

Find out who he confided in,

where he hid his money.

- I'll go back over Darbois's fraudulent accounts. - Okay.

I'm sorry about Gino's death.

Are you alone?

Paulo's been taken to the hospital.

He had a heart attack.

Shit.

Why is all we good at here suffering?

Why does everything have to stink of death like this?

The bar will close for a while.

And it will reopen. You'll keep singing.

No.

Gino was the one who pushed me to do it.

He thought I was worthy of an international career.

I hate my falsetto voice.

Did you know each other well?

We were childhood friends.

He was the son of Traitors, and I of 105.

If they had tried to understand Paulo's choice instead of beating him up,

Gino would never have gotten into drugs, and he certainly wouldn't have been dealing.

Maybe that's what they want us to believe.

It wasn't drugs that killed Gino.

Then what was it?

Did he ever talk to you about his connections with Darbois?

Never, that was in the past.

Who could have known where he was dealing?

Gino was a mad dog.

He talked too much to everyone.

He wasn't aware of the risks.

Don't you want to warm your heart in the Ciotaden sun?

I'm more of a night owl.

I don't spend much time in the sun.

You're the type who would spend all night banging your head against a lampshade

to get to a tired old light bulb.

It's good enough to want something.

Miss Stein.

Do you know Morgane?

Gino introduced us.

When I heard about his death, I wanted to check on Morgane.

Yes.

I could see you like taking care of people.

Rossi has admitted that the overbilling system is going to end,

and you're going to lose money.

What's keeping you in La Ciotat?

I'm not the type to jump ship in the middle of a storm.

I'll leave here having ensured the site's long-term future,

completely within the law.

You've had to deal with Darbois and his shady dealings,

Rossi, the union tyrant.

You could find a job anywhere in the world with the snap of your fingers.

Yet you want to stay stuck in this mess, in this atmosphere of hatred.

Honestly...

If I weren't the best in my field,

I think I'd want to end my life.

Several times a year.

Ouch!

I shouldn't have hidden there!

What the hell are you doing here?

Can I have two seconds' peace?

What do you want, to be plugged into my brain 24/7?

I'm sorry, I really am.

I came in with the maintenance guy. I wanted to let you know, but...

You let your hair down.

For a moment, I thought you were going to take your clothes off.

I didn't want to interrupt you.

You're not as sexy as you'd like to be, are you?

I actually find you boring.

And I have work to do.

Can I ask you a personal question?

Can I record it for the complaint I'm going to file against you?

I spared you mine about the overcharging, so be a good sport.

Are you and Darbois, sexually speaking, I mean...

I would have preferred your advances to imagining something like that.

Yes, I'm not your type. Message received.

But some people are less understanding than I am.

Did the diver with the Rolex try?

Yes, he did try.

Darbois was very fond of women, wasn't he?

Stein, I'm very stubborn, too.

The Dominican Republic has a reputation that attracts hyperactive men.

And I don't believe in coincidences.

Darbois never tried anything with me.

One look was enough for him to understand.

I understood why Darbois was particularly fond of Santo Domingo.

He had poorly channeled sexual urges,

which gives his murder a very particular flavor.

I'm going to need a list of his female relationships.

Are we going to Santo Domingo?

No, start with La Ciotat.

Go find the pharmacist who forgot to tell me

the things she should have told me a long time ago.

And you, big shot... anything new?

No trace of Gino's money.

I got in touch with his dealers,

but none of them knew the parking lot where he died.

That's all?

Not too overworked?

Need a little break?

A trip to the beach?

Fred?

I know that for you, three's a crowd,

but it's the right number for an effective team.

So let him go, before he abandons us.

Yes, that would be a nuisance.

I'm serious, we can't burden him with our inconsistencies.

I completely agree, that would be unfair.

So stop making him your scapegoat.

Go ahead, do it.

I wanted to apologize.

Things are tense between us sometimes, and it's my fault.

I'm a bit gruff.

You're doing a good job, keep it up.

You have something against me, but you don't know how to say it.

What? What could I possibly hold against you?

It's because of Lucie.

You're stringing me along.

You know very well that I'm not indifferent to her.

No.

Well, now that you mention it...

It's true that...

What about her?

She should also...

Would you mind?

It's too late between Lucie and me.

I hoped. She didn't.

Then she did.

But for me, it wasn't possible anymore.

If we ever get back together,

it'll be because she's gotten over me.

You're not making up something twisted to screw me over, are you?

Would I do that?

How would you describe Darbois' behavior towards you?

What do you mean?

Sorry, I thought I was clear.

I'm talking about sex. I'm talking about his fantasies.

Did they surprise you?

He was a seasoned man.

Did he ever ask you or demand anything too unusual?

What's too specific for you, Captain?

In your opinion, was Darbois a gentleman or a pig?

Can I bother you for a moment?

I looked through Rossi's account books again and found something:

€100,000 in four payments to a striker named Jean-Pierre Vivian.

That's quite a helping hand, isn't it?

If, as Morgane says, La Ciotat has been divided in two since the strike,

€100,000 is nitroglycerine.

And since you're such a kind and caring person,

someone we want to spoil a little more every day,

I'll add something to the basket.

Flowers...

You shouldn't have.

When is this going to end, huh?

Gino died because of your arrogance!

Our lives are worth nothing to you, is that it?

Calm down, Mr. Rossi.

And explain these payments to me.

Listen, I took a huge risk by giving you this account book to prove my good faith!

I really thought I was done with this story.

You thought wrong. We're not the Court of Auditors here.

We're investigating two murders.

So, what about these payments?

They were made to support the family of Jean-Pierre Vivian,

a comrade,

a friend who died during the movement.

There were several payments?

You buried him several times?

Vivian was the soul of the 105, a true hardliner.

We continued to help his only child.

We felt it was only right to support him.

He was raising his son alone.

His wife had left him.

And after a while, he lost hope.

And he committed suicide.

It almost put an end to the movement.

All his comrades took it as a...

a punch in the gut.

His son was the same age as Gino, wasn't he?

I never met him.

What's his name?

Nicolas, he’s the same age as Gino.

When his father committed suicide,

he decided to turn over a new leaf.

He took his mother's name, Barbaza.

Barbaza.

Barbaza.

He left La Ciotat,

traveled around, and lived in Panama.

Love, do you really have something to tell us, or did you just miss Lucie?

Barbaza is Morgane's stage name.

But her legal name is Nicolas Vivian.

You'll do anything to get attention, Love.

Well played.

When I arrest you,

I'll add withholding information and obstruction of justice to your charges.

So the old folks' fund

paid for the various procedures that turned Nicolas Vivian

into the beautiful Morgane Barbaza.

- Is that what you call turning over a new leaf? - That's not how it happened.

The money was supposed to be used for vocational training in Panama.

I understood the real purpose of his trip when he came back.

That's the most improbable family story I've heard in years.

The kind that draws me in irresistibly.

No matter how hard I try to stop myself, I can't.

I don't like your cynicism at all.

A life is a life.

And how did your non-friends react when they found out?

They didn't find out.

Apart from Gino, me, and Clothilde, who acted as if nothing had happened, no one knew.

Do you think we're going to put up with your bullshit for much longer, Mr. Rossi?

Do you hide things from us on principle, or have you all agreed to string us along?

Mind you, I'm much more formidable when the guilty parties are at large,

so you're welcome to go. You're free.

Go on, Rossi, go on.

You'll soon feel my breath on the back of your neck again.

Go on.

Feel better?

Are you going to sing?

No, I have an appointment.

Ah, I needed you.

I've just learned something

that could completely change the investigation about Gino.

The complexity of your true personality.

What difference does that make?

You said yourself that money was crucial during the strike.

And you and your big bonus may have generated hatred against you.

I'm alive.

Gino's dead.

Yes, he may have wanted to defend you in a flamboyant way

and put himself in danger. It was in his nature.

That seems extravagant to me.

That's why I love my job. Extravagance.

Want to grab a coffee?

I really don't have time.

I'll give you a ride with my flashing lights and siren.

You'll be on time.

Your path must not have been easy every day.

I was a shy boy,

trapped in a body I didn't recognize and deceiving the whole world.

And your father died without seeing you blossom in your new skin.

When the conflict became entrenched, he fell into depression.

We were two strangers looking at each other with exhausted eyes.

Neither of us had anyone to talk to.

- Until... - Clothilde.

She understood you.

She told you about the butterfly, the glaucus.

It changes sex to match the partner it meets.

You know everything about other people's lives.

I admire your courage.

Hormone treatments, diets to reshape your body, and implants.

It's violent, having to come to terms with a new body.

I know all about it.

I really have to go now.

I wanted to know...

How did people react when you came back, when they found out?

They didn't know me very well before, so when I came back...

I didn't tell anyone, and no one recognized me.

Goodbye.

Sorry, Cain kept me.

Really?

You saw Cain?

- When? - Just now.

He asked me tons of questions.

I'm afraid he'll hurt us, even if he doesn't mean to.

What kind of questions?

About me.

It's all going to come crashing down on me, isn't it?

The money, the operation...

I'm fine in the shadows, Loup, I don't want that to change.

You're worrying for nothing.

Did he mention Clothilde?

Yes.

Why are you asking me about Clothilde?

If you want my help, I need to know everything.

Do you understand?

We're going round in circles like ducks at a Hook a Duck booth.

We're not getting anywhere!

Clothilde and Rossi are leading us on,

Morgane is playing innocent, Stein is being played...

They're bound to be involved in some way.

But we don't have anything to link them.

Unless we take them all in and shake them down to see if anything comes out...

Yes, but we can't do that, Fred. You know that.

- Yes, thank you. - We're progressing.

We know that Darbois is a womanizer, a sex addict.

How's Stunia getting on with the tests we asked her to do on Berthier?

She's in the dark, like us.

She's never seen so many chemical atoms in a man's body.

I found something.

I couldn't get Gino's parking lot story out of my head.

So I couldn't help but keep snooping around the dealers.

And guess what?

They finally spilled the beans that

they were doing their deals in a gorgeous villa in the hills above La Cadière-d'Azur.

A villa called...

- Chrysalis. - Chrysalis?

Like the word we found at Darbois, at Boat Refit.

Berthier's stuff. Nice work, Love.

Borel, binoculars.

It smells like fireworks.

Borel, is your friend who runs the Super Fiesta store still your friend?

Yeah!

Look at that.

Lucie, get ready, tonight I'm turning you into a marquise.

Mr. Marquis, a sedan chair, what a wonderful idea!

Relax, Love.

Play the indifferent lover if you want to seduce her.

And you, when you've finished teasing 100% of humanity

to drive my purple valet crazy with jealousy,

you'll notice that a large part of Gino's stash is here.

What a sharp mind you have, Cain!

What an enlightening evening!

Did you notice that tattoo? It's one of the 105.

My captain!

I'm the other captain.

It's nice to see you've regained your zest for life.

Stay, Morgane!

You're the life of the party.

No need to run, the house is surrounded.

You have so much to tell us.

Starting with the identity of your partner.

Miss Stein.

Did you come up with the idea for these parties

when you discovered that Darbois was overcharging?

To compensate, you had to make the crews want to come back, right?

That's very clever.

You even turned the dockworkers into waiters.

You don't understand.

Here, we forget about business, we have fun.

We let the part of ourselves we want to show shine through.

The butterfly!

I wanted the butterfly.

I wanted the woman with the butterfly!

He's talking about you.

Clothilde's butterfly, did you have it tattooed somewhere?

Of course, who else could have it?

You lied to me.

You live your life in the spotlight!

You're putting yourself in danger by revealing yourself here.

Until tonight, no one knew who I was.

When was the last chrysalis party?

Last week.

That's two days before Darbois died.

Darbois came here, didn't he?

Tell me the truth.

He wouldn't have missed it for anything in the world.

You, the forbidden fruit, leading the parade...

So, Stein, did Darbois come to your party, yes or no?

- No. - Wrong answer!

You should have said you didn't know.

Otherwise, what's the point of the masks?

Captain, help me!

Captain!

Is your boat still under seal?

And tonight, you've been caught red-handed.

Cocainas, putas...

In France, it's four years.

So, Darbois, here or not here ?

Yes, he came.

But he was hiding very badly!

And I think he wanted people to understand that he was the boss here, too.

Yes.

Dear friends, my little gang and I are offering you an after-party at the police station.

What a blast!

So, let's recap: Darbois invited himself over despite your objections,

he loved the world he discovered,

he slipped into the alcove, and Morgane's striptease began.

And? Where are you going with this?

I think it went badly.

These men want what I've become.

That reassures me.

It proves that I haven't done anything stupid with my body or my life in general.

The question is, how did Darbois react

when he realized you were exceptional?

Many men, in those moments, are happy to see a new field of discovery open up to them.

So he got excited and wanted to touch you?

No one touches me.

Everyone knows that.

Darbois was the compulsive type.

I think he was disrespectful to you.

- He jumped on you. - No.

Some men are badly brought up, but it's no big deal.

And after the party, did he come looking for you?

How could he have?

I was wearing a mask.

Morgane thinks that people are sometimes badly brought up,

but that it's no big deal.

On the contrary, it's central.

People often kill because of humiliation.

And Darbois knew how to humiliate people.

And I would have killed him?

No. But you, Miss Stein, yes.

To protect Morgane.

Please, not your delusions again!

I understood that when I saw you as the mistress of ceremonies.

You want to give the impression that you're in control of your urges.

But, as with drugs and illegal activities, you're a complete novice.

You're trying hard to be transgressive

only because you're captivated by Morgane.

By her freedom.

You've fallen in love with her.

And to win her over, you've become someone else, too.

But you like men.

What does it matter?

I fell in love.

Would you have killed him?

No, never in a million years.

I can love without killing.

You can, yes, but in this great movement of romantic transgression,

murder would fit right in.

You would have liked that. One seduces, the other strikes.

And then, which one of us would have delivered the fatal blow?

Her? Me?

And Gino? Which one of us would have killed him?

Stop, I hate this kind of humor.

You, of course.

Because Gino was going to thwart your plans.

The night he died, he told you he was going to take over his father's bar

and make Morgane the star of La Ciotat.

She would have slipped through your fingers.

I didn't give a damn about Gino.

He was no match for me with his petty dreams.

Morgane would have followed me.

Who are you to judge dreams?

And why does everyone always want to decide for me?

Is that because you do me the favor of loving me?

Because you accept me in front of others?

Has it ever occurred to you that I might prefer men?

I should never have come to this shitty town.

There was nothing but trouble.

But I never killed anyone.

I don't believe you.

- The judge will charge you. - No.

She never knew what happened between Darbois and me.

At the party, Darbois guessed who I was, that's true.

When we left, he followed me.

And he tried to pick me up.

But every time, I managed to keep him at a distance, and he eventually got tired of it.

That's the truth.

I wasted away for 26 years. I'm just starting to live.

It would never have occurred to me to throw it all away to get revenge on a pig.

At one point, I really thought they were going to confess.

But hey, if we want to look on the bright side...

Darbois has a well-established profile as a sexual predator.

That's surely the motive for the crime.

As you requested, I looked into Darbois's love life.

I called the manager of his hotel in Santo Domingo,

and the day before he returned, Darbois apparently trashed his room

after an argument with his girlfriend.

Clothilde, of course.

Three hours after her return flight,

Clothilde went to the hospital for bruises typical of domestic violence.

Excuse me.

Freedom is beautiful, don't you think?

I could have you arrested for perjury.

We have video footage of you fleeing the hotel in Santo Domingo.

You're clearly visible.

I didn't mention it before because I wasn't proud of it.

In my search for thrills, I ended up in a sordid situation.

But anyway...

Time heals all wounds,

and now it's all in the past.

Time has nothing to do with the desire for revenge.

When I found the man responsible for the accident

that cost me my legs ten years ago,

I wanted to kill him.

I managed to let go of the hatred inside me.

Maybe it was easier for you. You have Rossi.

He didn't intervene to defend you, to make amends for the insult?

You didn't tell him about the attack.

Yes, I did.

You want me to believe that he didn't go to see Darbois to explain himself?

I don't believe you.

My hand, take my hand!

There, take it.

Admit that's what you did with Darbois's body.

You threw it in the water.

That's when Berthier caught you, right?

You jumped into that filthy water

to back up a stupid theory with a lame demonstration?

Admit that you beat up Darbois for Clothilde that night.

I didn't bat an eyelid when I heard about Clothilde.

I have nothing to do with her anymore. We have nothing in common.

Come on, we always have a little tenderness for an ex.

Or compassion when she's attacked by a savage.

I was very much in love with her.

Our breakup, almost a year and a half ago,

hurt me so much

that I packed up all my feelings and threw them into the sea.

You've been feeding me bullshit from the start, Rossi.

The truth is, you hated Darbois.

Seeing him strutting around in his Jaguar

while half the old-timers lost everything here in this conflict.

Working with him put you in an unbearable position.

So Clothilde served as your excuse to get rid of him.

That's all there is to it.

She set you free.

Ever since you arrived on these docks, I've annoyed you.

I don't fit into your plans.

So you feel insulted.

You're pointing the finger at me.

But you have no proof of your fantasies.

You can't touch me.

Speculation isn't enough, Fred.

You can't take people into custody without serious and corroborating evidence.

It'll only take me half an hour to get them to spill the truth.

Lucie, you asked me not to go over your head.

I'm doing it, be grateful.

Support me in getting this letter of request.

It's indefensible in front of the prosecutor.

“Given the evidence gathered during the investigation...”

Where is the investigation?

You don't even have a signed report.

Clothilde and Rossi are lying to us, and you know it.

Let me put pressure on them and you'll get your report.

No.

In my police station, we respect the law.

Understand me, I'm not against you, I'm just doing my job.

You've already pushed me too far, I'm going to end up getting fired.

Really, Love is a good choice.

You two go well together.

With him, you won't step out of line.

Your commander is stubborn.

She knows your instincts are always right.

Don't let her push you around.

Help me out.

Override her and give me that letter of request.

Unfortunately, she's your direct superior.

I'd have to refer it to the prosecutor, and knowing her, she must have locked it down.

She probably called him in case you tried to get around her.

Backdate it.

All it takes is an hour, a minute, for everything to change.

And that's it.

I know you can do it, you're itching to.

Captain, Captain, Captain...

If only you had come to see me directly.

Now I'm stuck, there's nothing I can do.

If I ignore it, I could be taken off the case or even fired.

You have to admit that would be counterproductive, wouldn't it?

You'll get your revenge.

Hang in there, Captain.

I'll be here.

Maybe it's not my place to say this, but you have nothing to blame yourself for.

Cain is a big boy, he knows what he's doing.

He gets a kick out of putting people in awkward positions and making them feel guilty.

He likes to play games.

I'm sure that before the end of the day, he'll come back with a smile on his face

and a new trick up his sleeve for you to swallow.

Maybe.

What drives us to hold on to memories of things that caused us pain?

They're the things we loved the most.

We can't bring ourselves to lose them completely, so...

we prefer to get used to living with them.

Photos help.

This is Vivian, Morgane's dad.

Rossi's best friend.

Ah, is that him?

That one's special.

It was taken the day before he killed himself, on April 21, 2016.

I admire you.

I mean it, Lucie.

The way you stand up to him with a smile.

I'm a fan.

There, I said it.

Now do with it what you will.

You know where to find me, I'm right here.

I was indeed mistaken in thinking that Clothilde and Rossi had lied.

I apologize, but I can't help contradicting you.

And since you're so determined to prove their innocence,

this is what I found.

If Rossi didn't lift a finger for Clothilde, it wasn't out of indifference.

It's because Rossi is fighting against his love for Clothilde.

So I was right.

Something serious happened between Rossi and Clothilde.

Something that separated them, but still binds them together.

Rossi and Clothilde broke up the day after Vivian's suicide.

I linked that to Berthier's failed suicide attempt.

And above all, to the drugs he was taking, given to him by Clothilde.

It can't be a coincidence.

Clothilde is definitely involved in Vivian's death.

That's why Rossi left her.

Very well.

I authorize you to ask the judge

for permission to exhume Vivian's body for a new autopsy.

Lieutenant?

Thank you for telling me.

I heard you dug up my father.

Without telling me.

Why did you do that? It's unbearable!

You have no respect for anything, not even the dead!

I admit I'm more interested in the living.

But if the dead can help me keep as many people alive as possible...

What if Darbois' death could help us catch Gino's killer,

and incidentally, your father's?

What are you talking about?

Your father was probably murdered.

If this is another delusion, I won't forgive you.

Trust me.

I'm going to need you.

Doctor.

The tests revealed the presence of hyoscyamine and atropine.

One is the ancestor of truth serum, the other has the effects of LSD.

Both are deadly in high doses.

This confirms that Vivian was poisoned

and that this caused his suicidal tendencies.

This phenomenon has been frequently observed

in cases of overdose of these two molecules.

They both come from a Mediterranean medicinal plant

used since ancient times, Mandragora officinarum,

better known in our region as mandrake.

Doctor, does this little wonder grow in our region?

I found the same substances when I did additional tests on Berthier.

Oh no, you're not going to confess now, are you?

You have to resist, it's too soon.

The story has only just begun.

You're going to show me what this plant looks like.

You're the one who tends Rossi's garden, right?

No, not anymore.

He took my keys back.

What a coincidence.

It's no big deal.

He must be home by now.

Sorry to bother you, but the investigation is suddenly picking up speed.

We have strong reasons to believe that Clothilde wanted to kill Berthier.

And maybe Vivian, too.

That's quite a shock, isn't it?

She used a plant she grows in your garden.

Don't panic, that doesn't make you her accomplice.

Clothilde, go find that plant in the vegetable garden with Borel.

You did the right thing dumping that nutcase

when you found out she killed your friend Vivian.

She's completely nuts.

What's this new invention?

No, I didn't make anything up this time.

The dates match.

You broke up the day after Vivian died.

I feel terrible for suspecting you of killing Darbois to protect her.

It didn't make any sense.

This is all I found.

All the plans have been torn out.

It can't be Clothilde, since you took her keys.

You lied to me.

You're an accomplice. You made the mandrake disappear.

No, I did.

I climbed the wall and tore everything down.

Loup had nothing to do with it.

Vivian wanted to break the strike.

I had to protect Loup.

Without him, La Ciotat was nothing, it was over.

And above all, Vivian hated you.

He was pushing Loup to leave me.

He told everyone I was crazy.

I just wanted to prove him wrong.

Mandrake softens men.

But this time, the dose was too strong.

Vivian was too weak, and it drove him to suicide.

Why did you want to do the same to Berthier?

Because he saw me kill Darbois.

When he came back from Saint-Domingue, Darbois tried to rape me again.

I hated that pig!

Berthier saw me and I wanted him to keep quiet.

Well...

that's that.

I'm going to ask you to come with me to the station for the final formalities.

I'll need your statement about her.

Why didn't you report Clothilde

when you found out what she did to your best friend?

Talking would have destroyed the movement, and therefore, the construction sites.

Of course, the cause.

Isn't the truth that you felt guilty?

That's also why Morgane never found out, isn't it?

I didn't want to add to the misery.

And you redeemed yourself by paying for her operation.

You were like her godfather, really.

Don't you think Morgane would be happy to know

that you always looked out for her, in secret?

No.

I want things to stay simple.

I want to spare her my anxieties.

Protect her.

You know, when you clear up family issues, everyone feels better afterwards.

Especially since you were perfect with Morgane.

You took on all the difficulties parents face when their children grow up,

dealing with their moods,

which were all the more important for her because she was different, more exposed.

Morgane must have made you worry more than once.

You must have worried about her friends,

prayed that she would meet the right people.

That's how it was, wasn't it?

I'm sure you spent hours here,

checking that she got home safely,

waiting for her light to go out.

Like a real, caring father.

I understand perfectly why you brought me here and what you want me to do.

I'm exposed.

I'm not going to ring her doorbell.

I'm not going to tell her about her father's death.

Well, too bad.

I would have done my best.

I can't force you.

What's going on?

- Do you know him? - No.

He looks familiar to me, too.

That look... He's not from around here, is he?

No.

Let go of me!

Wait, as long as we're here, nothing can happen to her.

Follow them.

I'm not really allowed to do this.

If we get spotted...

I just want to know who they are and where they're going, that's all.

Following them in that bright yellow car is one of the seven plagues of the world.

With the top up, we're less likely to get spotted.

That's it, I remember.

I remember, we interviewed him as a witness.

What the hell is he doing with her?

What's his name?

I didn't see him.

I think he told Borel a load of crap.

In any case, he looks like a real creep.

No, wait.

Give him a minute and he'll get what's coming to him.

Come on! One more minute and we'll catch him red-handed.

With my testimony, I'll cook up a case against him,

it'll be a death sentence.

What do I care about your case?

He's mistreating her. We have to go, right?

That's it!

It was by following Morgane like that that you discovered Darbois was harassing her.

He was violent with her right in front of you, wasn't he?

Was it the night he died?

Don't start, damn it.

Clothilde confessed. What more do you need?

No, Clothilde couldn't have known that the cameras were off that night,

but you did.

You arranged to meet Darbois on the docks,

you told him to stay away from your daughter,

and he laughed in your face.

He may even have called Morgane a whore.

He may even have taken you for one of her suitors.

Am I right?

Come on, tell the truth, you killed him.

You killed him and you killed Gino too.

Open the door, you bastard!

Gino is dead, right here!

Over drugs!

Right here?

Only a few cops knew that Gino died here, in this parking lot.

I don't know, I must have seen it in the paper, or maybe...

someone was talking about it at La Sirène, I don't know,

I can't remember, but someone told me.

No one was talking about it anywhere, Mr. Rossi,

because I said “glass bell.”

And when I say “glass bell,” no one says a word.

Now is the time to act in a manner befitting your character, Mr. Rossi.

Live up to your courage and integrity, which you have shown time and time again.

Please, confess.

At least to show your love for Morgane.

So that Clothilde doesn't rot in prison for crimes she didn't commit.

I just wanted to scare her, but it went wrong.

Darbois took it badly and threatened me.

I lost my temper and hit him.

It was to protect you, Morgane.

It could have ended there, but then Gino showed up.

When Gino saw Berthier injured,

he realized what had happened to Morgane's father.

So when he was released, he called you.

He asked you for money to take over his father's café,

threatening to tell Morgane everything.

With your back against the wall, you pretended to agree.

You arranged to meet him here, in this parking lot,

and you killed him.

How could you?

That's not true, I'm not responsible for your father's death.

If Gino hadn't threatened me, I would have just talked to you, Morgane.

No.

You had a thousand chances, Mr. Rossi.

But we mustn't add insult to injury.

We can't rob a child of the truth about their parents' death.

I'm taking you into custody for complicity in murder and poisoning.

You wanted to save the love of your life.

In the end, it's all a little bit your fault.

You helped a little caterpillar become a butterfly,

but you didn't foresee that Rossi would devote his life to it.

Well done, Fred.

Nice work!

Lucie, I know I'm going to sound fickle again, as you say,

but give up on this bet.

Making Love fall for you is completely stupid.