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All this luxury isn't for me, Arthur.

What do you want me to do in your hotel?

Your arm is broken, you've had an accident,

let yourself be pampered for a week.

This is your cocoon!

- What do we have here? - Stop!

It's 2 a.m., I have to work tomorrow, we've had enough to drink.

I'm leaving, I'm glad I found you, old friend.

- Good night, thank you. - Good night.

Lucie, come quickly!

I've just witnessed a murder.

(Music)

Detective Delambre, homicide division.

What's going on?

We've had a report of a crime in your room. Can we come in?

What are you doing?

Have you really looked everywhere?

Finding a dead body in a closed room should be within your capabilities.

Fred, the room is empty.

That's impossible.

That woman died right in front of me.

I haven't left the room since I called you,

and no one has come out.

Take me back there, I'll find the body.

It has to be somewhere.

In your imagination, perhaps?

Fred, I know you're upset about your accident, but...

Do you think I'm hallucinating? Is it post-traumatic stress disorder?

No, but the combination of drugs and alcohol...

Honestly, what were you thinking

when you opened the door without seeing the scooter?

Thank you for coming.

If you feel like taking a dip in the pool,

don't hesitate.

I don't need you anymore.

Arthur, I need you here right now.

Quick!

I wasn't dreaming. It was the room across the hall.

- The room across the hall? - Yes.

That room is José and Amandine's.

Amandine, your sister?

Does she live here, too?

Yes, we own the hotel.

We work together, and José is her husband.

I'm sorry, Arthur.

But maybe it wasn't him.

Did she have any enemies?

How could you think someone would kill my sister, Fred?

He went that way.

Why didn't you tell me that Amandine...

You wouldn't have come.

That's true.

She's changed, you know.

Yes.

Over here.

It was one of those trolleys. Come on.

Listen, Fred, we'd better go to bed.

I'm telling you, I saw a dark-haired man strangling a blonde woman.

- A blonde woman? - Yes, blonde.

What are you doing?

I thought you were coming back tomorrow.

Did you change your hair color?

For 15 years, yes.

What are you doing?

- Fred's playing a joke on me. - We're looking for your corpse.

Were you hoping to find me dead?

No, I'm delighted to see the object of my teenage fantasies in the flesh on the contrary.

Especially since I didn't get to taste you back then.

Arthur told me you were staying with us for a few days.

This is starting well!

I'm going to bed, I'm tired.

Welcome anyway.

We made fools of ourselves.

If it's not Amandine who's dead, her husband killed another woman.

Stop it, please, Fred. That's enough.

- Does he have a mistress? - No!

You were the one who insisted I come.

It wasn't to pay tribute to my fabulous track record

that you honored me with your best room, was it?

Are you regretting it?

You're not hiding anything from me, are you?

Good night.

Get some sleep.

Good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?

I heard the police were here.

They suspected me of killing someone. Crazy, isn't it?

If you'd done something wrong, I'd know.

I kill my mistress and play the perfect husband.

Amandine, you have a knack for picking bad guys.

Excuse me, sir. I thought you'd left.

It's not that I don't want to.

As soon as the nails are delivered, this room will be my cross to bear.

Is that dress

the uniform for all the staff?

No, only the cleaning ladies.

Take me to management.

Please push me.

- Like this? - Yes.

Arthur, show me the employee list.

Last night's victim was a cleaning lady.

You must have photos. I'll be able to identify her.

An employee in my sister's room in the middle of the night?

Could José really have a mistress?

Well, you shouldn't have given me that room. I wouldn't have seen anything.

Now I have to do my job.

You do have a list, don't you?

No, I can't do that.

Amandine will be furious if I give it to you.

So nothing's changed.

You're still as crushed by Amandine as you were when we were 18.

Not a very healthy relationship.

Stand up for yourself, man! Give me that list.

Use me to spread your wings.

Thanks.

Lodging...

Beatrice Vannier. She was the one in the room.

Call her and tell her to meet us here.

It's her day off today.

What a coincidence.

What are you doing? You're not going to her place, are you?

And you're coming with me.

But first, I have another visit to make.

Miss, could you help me?

You said, “Not at the office.” I respect that.

Thanks.

You're definitely a good guy.

Who is it?

The man in room 7 across from Cain.

Do you really think he saw that guy kill someone?

I don't know.

In any case, he has no crimes or offenses to his name.

Do you think he knows about us?

Why, would that bother you?

Are you afraid of his reaction?

And you, would it matter to you if he knew?

No, not at all.

Running a hotel is living a life of luxury.

It's the end of the season,

the only time we can allow ourselves a few well-deserved days off.

The end of what season?

That's the question.

The season of love, betrayal, deception, and crime?

Let me introduce you to Frederic Cain, cop and friend of Arthur's.

The inventor of crime.

A friend of Arthur and Amandine's at one time.

Well, not in the way you mean, just friends.

Although I must admit that Amandine was a very generous girl

and many of her friends took advantage of that,

I'm the only one she didn't take to seventh heaven.

Do you have any regrets about your youth?

You shouldn't.

Bitterness is not a good advisor.

It has never allowed anyone to fix what they've messed up.

Come to think of it, I'm not sure I messed anything up.

I was wondering if you were still into freedom in relationships

and if you married someone like you.

A man with mistresses and you with lovers.

You had dinner in your room last night, Mr. Martinez.

The cleaning ladies also do room service in your hotel, how convenient.

Miss Beatrice Vannier.

I don't know the names of all the staff.

So you call room service and a female employee you don't know

comes up to your room at around 2 a.m.

Why?

A sudden craving for floating island or some treats?

When you get a warrant or a summons to the police station,

I'll be happy to explain how a hotel works.

I saw. The cleaning ladies work at night.

The bosses push trolleys around the gardens to stretch their legs.

That cleaning trolley was lying in a corridor

and it looks bad for the guests.

It's my wife's hotel, I'm just helping out.

And where did you hide the body?

That morning debrief was very informative.

Unfortunately, it's time to get back to work.

Beatrice?

It's Mr. Morand.

What are you doing?

The dead can't open doors.

Fred, stop making such a mess!

Amandine was right, you're still as obsessive as ever.

Stop seeing me through her eyes.

I've grown up.

Yes, but you still worship her.

Are you still in love with her?

Amandine, the libertine.

I still wonder why I was the only boy at school she didn't deflower.

Because you scared her.

Are you kidding?

No, you were original, mysterious, and romantic.

She would have fallen in love with you, and she didn't want to get attached.

At the time, you took it badly.

From then on, you were at war with each other

and ended up really hating each other.

It's a shame because you could have been friends.

It didn't take him long to figure it out.

What? Who?

José.

I tipped him off by mentioning Beatrice.

He's coming to get rid of the incriminating evidence.

Go hide.

- Quick! - What? Where?

Upstairs.

Don't move.

Everything's fine! It's the police!

Calm down! Everything's fine.

Mr. Morand, what are you doing here?

You see, dead people can open doors.

I don't understand what you saw.

Mr. José broke a vase and asked me to come upstairs to clean it up,

- that's all. - No.

He hit you and even strangled you.

Tell us the truth, Beatrice.

- He squeezed you like this. - Fred.

I'm too small, but he had his hands around your neck.

He squeezed you like this, really hard.

And this?

You're lovers and he hit you.

My bruises have nothing to do with José.

I have poor circulation. Do you want a doctor's note?

Now leave me alone. You have no business here.

I'm going to end up filing a harassment complaint.

It's okay. Thank you very much, ma'am.

I'm sorry again.

It's José you should report.

There's no excuse for him being violent.

If he's been violent once, he could be again.

With his wife.

Report José!

You walk into your clients' rooms without knocking?

I knocked. You didn't answer.

I didn't hear anything.

Because of the water.

I was afraid something had happened to you, that you'd slipped.

You're lying.

Arthur told me you found out that José had a mistress.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

I'd rather know the truth.

Has he ever been violent with you before?

No, never.

But we're going through a difficult time.

I think you're the last person I should be telling this to.

Why?

I can be a friend, time has passed.

I'm glad you're here.

When Arthur asked me if he could invite you over,

I thought it was a great idea.

Why?

Out of curiosity, I wanted to know what had become of you.

And out of remorse

when I thought back to our relationship long ago.

Glass of champagne to celebrate our reunion?

Thanks.

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Do you remember the cabin by the lake?

Yes.

Arthur showed me the way.

You came so we could make love.

It was your first time and you were scared to death.

And you were beautiful.

But you refused.

I was stupid.

I was your first disappointment in love.

No.

Only sexually.

I want to make up for the past.

Watch out for José.

You're not going to use me to make him jealous.

Who do you think you are?

We take you into our hotel, you make accusations about my husband,

you hurt Arthur by making him feel guilty.

Why are you here? Did you come to get revenge?

Feisty...

I wanted to see how you were doing.

How are you feeling?

Like a pig in clover.

You must be bored.

Want me to come over?

You miss me already?

I know you witnessed an assault.

News travels fast!

Everywhere I go, crime follows.

I keep up with all your cases.

Your files are mine, with the prosecutor's approval.

If you need me, don't hesitate to call.

Have a good evening, Captain.

Have fun.

What were you doing up there?

Stop, you're crazy!

- None of your business! - Are you crazy?

I'm going to...

Leave it. Don't answer.

- Yes? - Lucie, come quickly.

There's going to be another murder.

Good night, Fred.

Come here.

Don't answer.

If I don't pick up, he'll think it's suspicious.

Yes, Fred?

Are you sure?

Did you call Lucie?

She's not answering.

I'll try to contact her and call you back.

Damn it, Amandine!

Damn it!

Is anyone there?

What the hell!

Are you alive?

Yes.

A car threw you here.

Alone?

Yes.

Did you see who was driving?

Don't bother, I can't stand up.

Did you break your legs?

No, I broke my arm.

Don't try to understand.

Can you put me in the shopping cart and we'll get out of here?

Shit.

Great.

Give me those two pieces of wood.

Thanks.

Great.

Let's go!

Stop there.

This killer's not very smart!

Amandine's gone.

Your nonsense scared her away. Where is she?

I'm the one asking the questions, Mr. Martinez.

What did you do to your wife?

What are you saying?

You beat her to death last night and threw me in this factory.

What are you talking about, Cain?

Yesterday, I killed my mistress. Today, I kill my wife.

What am I going to do tomorrow?

You deny having an argument with Amandine?

No, but it's because of you. You made her believe I had a mistress.

You beat her worse than you beat Beatrice.

No, I left so things wouldn't get worse.

I'm not crazy, I knew you were watching.

Here you are.

Amandine didn't come to the office today.

I looked everywhere. Do you know where she is?

That's exactly what I was asking José.

Was she with you?

The problem is, he doesn't know.

Or he's refusing to answer.

Why?

Why, José?

Come on, don't you start too!

What happened with Amandine? Tell me!

My God!

You were right.

He beat her.

Why would I do that? I love Amandine.

No, that's what you're trying to make us believe.

You've always taken advantage of her!

Stop it, Arthur!

You think you're the only one who loves Amandine?

No, you're wrong!

You can't live without her, that's the difference! You're the one hurting her!

You're trying to mislead us, you bastard!

Can't you see he's trying to make a fool of us?

Let's end this, Fred. Arrest him!

Let's stop him from doing any more harm!

The problem is, I don't have any proof.

If you do, I'd love to see them.

- Do you want me to arrest him? - Yes!

Lucie!

Did you break anything, too?

No, but Love called me and he got me worried.

So I called you back, but you didn't answer.

I called the hotel and Arthur told me that Amandine had disappeared.

Take this gentleman to an office and keep an eye on him.

Make sure he doesn't get dehydrated.

He still has things to tell us.

I'll be right back.

Room 7, you know where it is.

Will you take me there?

I should make you my deputy

to boost my standing with my superiors.

Why do you say that?

You'd make a good cop, the kind who gets results.

You seemed more interested in seeing José behind bars

than finding out what he did to your sister.

Well?

Long brown hair, torn piece of cloth. No doubt about it, there was a body here.

Shit!

Fred was right. I should have listened to him.

You've done nothing wrong.

This time, I believe you.

Is it Christmas?

Thanks for your persuasion.

She fell there, didn't she?

José was there.

Arthur, would you mind taking José's place?

You're so good at imagining what happened.

No, I'm not going to...

Pretend to hit her, just to see.

That's exactly right.

You see...

José... and boom.

Clever, very clever.

We have to go back to the factory to find Amandine's body.

Question the guy who helped me.

Are you coming?

No. He won't tell me anything more.

The two of you will impress him.

Just leave Borel with me.

I need to get my cast redone.

Yes, that's a good idea.

Arthur, be careful with José, I don't want him to hurt you.

Something's changed between them, right?

Are you sure? Yes, he knows, but he hasn't said anything.

He doesn't care.

It doesn't bother him at all.

You didn't sleep with me to get him to react, did you?

You didn't use me to make him jealous, right?

What... Are you crazy?

Don't let Love get away with this.

Are you going to reprimand him? Fire him?

What's gotten into you, Borel?

We're not in the Middle Ages!

Turn right.

The hospital is on the left.

Yes, but we're going right.

I have a hunch, something's bothering me.

I think we've been led on until now.

We've been looking for two hours and still nothing.

I told you so!

What did you say?

That the guy who helped me seemed strange.

I think he was paid to commit perjury.

What? You didn't tell me that!

Empty your pockets.

Obey or I'll arrest you!

Why? I didn't do anything.

Maybe, but the thing is that there are so many important people doing stupid things

that guys like you aren't the problem for judges.

You'll get five years in prison before a magistrate even opens your file.

Where did you get this money?

- Someone gave it to me. - Who?

The guy who dumped the bodies, right?

I'll leave you the money.

I'll add 100 and you tell me who.

A white guy with glasses.

Hello, Fred?

Arthur left you here.

What? Don't tell me you knew too!

Okay, and what do you deduce from that?

That Arthur killed his sister?

No, Arthur couldn't have killed Amandine.

She's his mother, his pearl, his destiny.

Go find José and Arthur and meet us there.

Borel will text you the address.

I have a little surprise for you.

Let's go.

Bad hiding place.

It was a nice cabin.

Will you put it up for sale when you're in prison?

I'm sorry, José got away.

Love is still searching and questioning the hotel staff,

but no one has seen him.

He must have escaped through the garden.

You probably have an explanation for all this.

Yes.

Arthur and his sister wanted us to believe that José had beaten Amandine to death

so that he'd be arrested and charged with murder.

But he got scared and ran away.

Yes, which amounts to the same thing.

Either way, they got rid of him.

I realized it when I saw Arthur insisting a little too much

that we arrest José,

and in the room, when he played his part so well.

You do realize that for witness tampering,

false accusation, and slander,

you're looking at at least five years?

You made it all up.

You came to seduce me to make your husband angry.

José started hitting you,

then stopped when he realized I was watching.

No, it was my idea.

When José left the bedroom, I played his part.

I pretended to hit Amandine, as you understood.

I just wanted him to be accused of violence.

But you showed up, and it wasn't planned with your arm in a cast.

So I panicked and hit you.

Then I convinced Amandine that making it look like she was dead was the right thing to do.

Arthur is lying, it was my idea.

Have you ever been cheated on and humiliated?

One day, I thought, “Why not hurt José as much as he's hurting me?”

If he'd been charged with murder, he would have been scared.

Of course, after a while, I would have reappeared.

And you would have lost José for good.

No, not at all. I would have withdrawn my complaint

and we would have made up.

That's what will happen when he comes back.

You're all really twisted in that family.

Yes, you don't belong in jail, you belong in a mental hospital.

Fred, don't believe Amandine.

I regret having had that stupid idea, it's true.

But you wanted me to spread my wings, and I did.

In any case, well done to both of you.

José is a dangerous man.

For now, he hasn't hurt anyone,

but he's a potential killer.

Maybe you've managed to save us from the worst with your little game.

You're free.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Yes.

Enlighten me, Fred.

That is, if you think I can understand.

In this story, José is the victim, not the guilty party.

The poor man fell in with the wrong crowd.

Yes, they're capable of anything.

Maybe even the worst.

Since they think we're idiots, I'm playing the idiot.

If we take them into custody, they'll continue to protect each other

and we'll never find out who the mastermind is.

I think it's Arthur.

He'd do anything for his sister.

And I think the opposite.

Amandine has always been a master manipulator.

She's using my friendship with Arthur.

Even when she was young, she played me like a fiddle.

By doing what? Can I ask?

You think we know each other well enough for me to reveal my deepest secrets?

She led you on and then dumped you in front of all your friends, is that right?

I'll leave you with that riddle while I go find José.

Only he can settle this.

By the way, Fred,

I wanted to tell you,

Love and I...

I thought it would be better if I told you.

You again?

- I'm here to see José. - He's not here.

- I know you're hiding him. - I don't know where he is.

José!

I was wrong, I believe you.

You can come out of hiding, I know you didn't kill anyone.

What are you talking about? What happened?

You love him, don't you?

One day, at the hotel, I overheard him arguing with Amandine.

I wanted to cheer her up. We just talked, that's all.

And yet, when I saw you through my window,

José hit you.

What made him angry?

I don't remember.

Excuse me, I have to go to work now.

Bullshit! You haven't been to work in three days.

Did you get time off for your bruises?

Gynecologist...

Congratulations!

A difficult start to your pregnancy?

Is that what you came to tell José the other night?

You wanted to keep the baby.

He got scared because he doesn't want to leave Amandine.

I love him, I can't help it.

I need him so much,

I forgive him for everything.

Even his violence?

He's not violent.

He gets hot-headed sometimes, but it's because of Amandine.

She's past the age of having children, but she blamed José for that.

It drove him crazy.

Actually, I think he was seeing someone about it.

Do you know who?

A center near Cassis.

We're here to help you.

Tell us what happened.

At first, it was simple.

We were in love. At least, I think so.

When we moved in together, she changed completely.

We shouldn't have moved in together.

Since then, I've felt worthless, stupid, an idiot.

She criticizes my cooking, puts my friends down...

Hello.

We don't know you.

It's an emergency, I don't know who else to turn to.

She just broke my arm.

You did the right thing coming here, we're here to help you.

Tell us what happened.

She took complete control of me,

treating me like a child and playing games with me.

This morning, she walked in without knocking while I was taking a bath

to humiliate me in my nakedness.

When I want to make love to her, she turns me on,

then she pushes me away

and leaves me feeling ashamed with my desire.

She likes to humiliate me.

People tell me to take it with a sense of humor,

but I'm not good at that.

My friend, I'm going to give you some advice that will help you all.

When people tell you all day long that they want you to be humble,

good, and kind,

what does that mean?

It means they want you to be submissive and small.

So, I'm going to ask you to grow up.

Come on!

Sorry. I meant...

It's a metaphor.

Grow up!

Speak up, shout, sing!

Let everything out.

- Come on, sir! - No, I'm shy.

- I don't know you. - Come on!

It's just us, we're men.

Come on!

Come on.

Thank you and well done.

I didn't see José Martinez.

He recommended your center to me.

- Do you know why he's not here? - No.

José is unpredictable.

He's deeply unhappy and lost.

Because of his wife.

He's abused, humiliated and...

Beaten.

It happened several times.

He kept it from me.

That's what was making him so unhappy.

More and more.

When you take a lot of blows,

you end up fighting back,

and usually not against the person who's hurting you.

You have to admit that José has gone from being a false suspect on the run

to a potential missing person.

José is an adult.

He has every right to disappear to escape a toxic family.

If I were him, that's what I would have done.

He's being tormented by his wife.

You could call his disappearance worrying, couldn't you?

Are you saying that Amandine killed her husband?

The fake murder attempt could very well have been a clever way

to make José disappear quietly and cover up the crime.

We found José's car near the train station.

His credit card shows that he bought a ticket to Barcelona.

His hometown.

There you go, he's not dead, he ran away.

We also tracked his cell phone.

He's currently near Collioure, 15 kilometers from the border.

We'll call Interpol to check everything on Monday.

In the meantime, the investigation is closed.

Take this opportunity to rest and get your arm properly treated.

Yes, you're right.

We have to face facts.

Respect, rest. Have a good weekend!

Do you really think he'll drop the case?

It's not his style.

Well, he's mellowing with time.

And he seems a little tired.

It'll give us a break for the weekend.

Well deserved.

You're picking me up for dinner?

I've already made a reservation.

A great place that will make you forget all about this.

It's a surprise!

Next turn, turn right.

- Right or left? - Right.

That's not the way to your house.

You didn't think I was going to believe them, did you?

Lucie was clear, she doesn't want us investigating anymore.

If she finds out, we'll...

Tell her I made you stay with me to keep me from doing anything stupid.

But you're going to do somthing stupid, aren't you?

Thanks for letting us go.

It was for your own good.

See, I don't hold a grudge.

I wanted to enjoy my friend's company a little longer.

One last drink?

Are you getting me drunk to make me talk?

I'm a cop.

Cops have sophisticated techniques.

Remember our band?

Yes, the (Hermann) Foxes.

This is crazy!

I thought I could... No, it's not a good idea to be here.

Too late, I spent all my paycheck.

Relax.

I gave fake names at the front desk,

and the bosses never use the spa or the golf course.

If we run into them, they'll keep their distance, don't you think?

Cain hasn't said anything to you about us?

Let's not talk about him!

We're already here...

Let's just forget about him, okay?

Shall I let you close up?

Goodbye, the (Hermann) Foxes.

She's charming.

Doesn't loneliness get to you?

I haven't found the right person.

Yes, but you have Amandine.

Especially since she doesn't have a husband anymore.

- I knew you were going to start again. - No.

We're sure he's in Barcelona.

You know, Amandine and I aren't what you think.

When we were young, okay, she fascinated me

because she was comfortable with everyone in every situation.

But I quickly realized she was too crazy for me.

She scared me sometimes.

She married José, but she still needed me.

How much?

If Amandine asked you to commit murder, would you do it?

Are you implying that she would have asked me to kill José?

She may be crazy, but she wouldn't ask me to do something like that.

So you would have done it without her asking.

You were right,

I haven't heard from José. He abandoned me.

Of course, since you asked Arthur to kill him.

Do you regret it?

Are you already haunted by guilt over his death, Lady Macbeth Amandine?

You're just a twisted little mind, insensitive to pain.

And you'll end up paranoid, insane.

I can read your mind.

What if I had killed him?

It's possible.

You're quite capable of it.

Much more than you think.

When I think back to the day you walked into my office

and called me useless...

Stubborn.

You thought I was obnoxious?

You were right.

I was stuck in my little town, my little police station,

- my little life... - Still!

When you think about it, such an electric start wasn't a sure thing.

Is it now?

I didn't think you'd do me so much good.

You played your cards right, you got me.

I could get addicted to this, you know.

No, don't tell me you saw a murder!

Worse! I think I just saw Borel jump into the pool.

Fred!

- What? - Fred is here.

That's why he didn't insist on selling me his murder theory.

He's still investigating.

No marks on the door.

It looks like Cain knew his attacker.

He let him in, the attacker grabbed a vase and tried to knock him out with it.

Cain fought back.

Then the attacker took a knife

and stabbed him.

You're right, things are better without Cain.

With him, it always ends badly, in drama or blood.

You have his sense of humor now?

You realize he might be dead, right?

I notice you don't seem too upset either.

Follow me, Borel.

Swimming pool, swimsuit, relaxation, and everything...

you know where Cain is.

He's been texting you, right?

I was going to warn you, but...

Where is he?

Fred, what's all this commotion?

Judge Mirabeau is here!

You don't mind us looking like fools?

No.

I'm sure Amandine pushed Arthur to murder his brother-in-law.

I know you know that too, and that you don't believe he fled either.

If we can't even get 48 hours' rest, I'm not sure I can hold out.

The only way to prove it is to turn them against each other

using their own weapons.

I'll pretend I'm dead and you make Arthur believe

that Amandine has cracked and is accusing him.

What I told you about Love and me made you angry

and you decided to ruin our weekend.

Not at all, it's my job.

So?

Are you going to lie with me or tell Judge Mirabeau

that you have no authority over one of your subordinates?

You've been questioning me for five hours, I've already told you everything.

Let's start from the beginning.

Fred's room door isn't covered by surveillance cameras.

- Why? - Because the guests at this hotel

want to feel safe, not watched.

We can see the elevator entrance.

According to your sister, you assigned Fred this isolated room.

Right or wrong?

It's convenient for committing a crime.

She gave us the video tapes from last night.

There were 5.5 minutes between the elevator going up and coming down.

You can do a lot in five and a half minutes.

Why would I kill my friend? It doesn't make any sense.

As your sister told us, he found out that you killed José.

You had to get rid of Cain.

Impossible, Amandine couldn't have said that. How would she know?

Know what?

Were you the last person to see Cain alive, yes or no?

Yes.

We spent the evening together and had a few drinks.

You looked pretty upset when you came out of his room.

Because I was angry.

We had an argument because he suspected me of killing José.

- I was angry. - How angry?

You were drunk, things can quickly get out of hand.

If I'm a suspect, take me into custody or get me a lawyer.

These images prove nothing

and your accusations won't carry much weight in court.

He's good!

He's a far cry from the high school kid who let people walk all over him.

He's the one who's guilty. I have to find another way to break him down.

What do we do?

We change our approach. Let's work on Amandine.

The Kaplans complained about the noise last night.

They're furious; their room is across the hall from Mr. Cain's.

They've decided to leave the hotel.

Try to keep them here. Offer them the Caesar suite.

Arthur!

Amandine, what have you done?

No, Arthur, don't say anything! It's not your job, we'll take care of it.

Please come with us.

Sit down.

What could Arthur have told me?

He finally broke down.

He's accusing you of Captain Cain's murder.

That's impossible.

He couldn't have said that. I didn't kill him.

It wasn't me.

We found blood in the trunk of your car.

Cain's blood.

I was framed, that's all!

Framed by whom?

By your brother?

If that's the case, tell us.

He doesn't deserve you sacrificing yourself for him.

He told us you were happy about José's disappearance.

He described you as a manipulative woman.

When we asked him if he thought you were capable of murder, he said yes.

You're lying.

What are you playing at, Fred? I don't understand.

But you and your sister are my masters, and I'm a quick learner.

No need to pretend I'm dead anymore. Amandine told us everything.

She just revealed where José's body is.

I'm impressed, Arthur.

I was wrong about you.

You've really gained your independence, and even gained the upper hand over your sister.

What an incredible plan you came up with to get rid of her husband, well done!

What are you talking about?

I'm getting a little rusty in this chair, but I finally figured it out.

Figured what out?

I figured you've been manipulating me all along.

You ran me over with that scooter and broke my arm,

all so you could invite me to this hotel.

In the name of our old friendship, you put me in that room upstairs,

right next to José's.

You convinced Beatrice to tell him

she was pregnant with his child that very evening

because you knew he would react badly, out of fear of your sister,

and that he would get violent.

You hoped I would arrest him for assault.

What kind of evil mind could come up with something like that?

That's nice, you're flattering yourself!

You really spread your wings.

The problem is that since you messed up with Beatrice,

you had to start over the next day.

You brought Amandine into the picture, you stirred up her jealousy,

and that's when everything went downhill.

You overestimate me, Fred.

What reassures me, Arthur, is that you don't have the dark soul of a criminal.

You're a really nice guy.

A coward, even, a submissive.

The proof is that you're the only man Amandine didn't play with.

She wasn't afraid of you.

You took that for love, you wanted her all to yourself,

but you screwed up.

You idolized your sister when you were much smarter than her.

You're pathetic.

You accuse me and now you're trying to flatter me.

No, I mean it.

The proof is that she only knows how to hit people to solve her problems.

She was the one who hit José, not the other way around.

She killed him.

- Amandine is worthless. - Stop!

Don't talk like that. I won't let you talk like that!

Then save her.

Confess to the crime.

Otherwise, she'll go to prison.

When José escaped, he realized she was alive and he lost it.

He realized I wanted to get rid of him.

He wanted to turn Amandine and me in.

We fought and I knocked him out, he was on the ground.

It could have ended there, but things got out of hand.

José was already dead when I arrived.

Arthur was panicking, I didn't know what to do.

I hid the body with him.

I didn't feel like turning my brother in to the police,

I had just lost my husband,

and I couldn't bear to see Arthur end up in prison.

I'm sorry.

That was a very clever ploy.

I definitely have a lot to learn from you.

I'll give you more lessons whenever you want, I promise.

Gladly. Goodbye, Captain.

Did Judge Mirabeau know?

Did he know you weren't dead?

Do you enjoy making a fool of me?

What am I to you?

How can you do things like that?

I like seeing you angry.

I think you're pretty.

José's body was indeed where Amandine had said it would be.

Congratulations, Love.

You handled those interrogations like a boss.

I can't take his antics anymore. I can't take his lies anymore!

- He didn't lie. - Yeah, right!

He keeps treating me like his assistant and playing games with me.

If this keeps up, I'll agree with Mirabeau.

I want him out of my life.