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But what does that have to do with Laura?

I don't know, I can't remember!

Do you know who you're talking to?

(Music)

52 seconds, very bad!

Next!

Come on, go on!

Oh no!

What is this?

Bloody hell!

What are they playing

at ? Playing me.

But they've lost before they've even started.

There's only one Cain....and

I'll find him!

(Music)

Hey, that's my money!

Confiscated! I'm sealing it away,

I'm not convinced.

You're committing a crime.

If you want to prove to me that you really are Cain,

I need a little more than

just your ability to operate a wheelchair. You mean... my

powers of seduction?

No. Your way of biting

suspects to make them confess.

We have a case to attend to.

Borel! Legrand!

No doubt about it.

You must be Lucie, the mistress.

So, where shall I take you?

The vineyards of Bandol.

As long as there's wine, there's life!

Wrong! The correct answer was: "Alcohol

kills." The victim is a cellar master.

Cellar, cellar, cellar, shame on you.

Something's different about you, isn't it?

Your hairstyle, perhaps.

Xavier Peretti, 59 years old.

Based on my initial findings...

Don't tell me.

The murderer is Colonel Mustard.

He killed with a candlestick......in

the wine cellar.

In the dining room.

The victim then dragged himself across the floor to the wine cellar.

What about Miss Rose?

She would have had to be very angry to

smash his skull with such force.

Ouch! Can I phone a friend

to use my joker?

Look, it looks like he was trying to point at something as he died.

Red Bandol.

Château Vautrain.

Is something wrong?

And is it your habit to just walk into his house like that?

I don't think I made myself clear.

Peretti, the victimand I work in the same winery.

He makes the wines, I handle foreign sales.

I've known him forever.

So he was a friend?

You work together, right? Are you friends?

Yes.

No.

You are?

You're not?

Hey,

Patricia!

Fred, if only someone had told

me ! I'm glad to see you.

My cousin, Patricia Vautrain, like the Château Vautrain on the bottle,

Commander.

Pleased to meet you.

Commander Delambre.

How long has it been?

Well, since 14 November 2010, after your accident, when I

visited you in rehab.

You're going to be amazed, she's wonderful.

What was I doing?

Well, you were playing chess with another resident,

a man from the West Indies in a wheelchair, whom you called Abel.

Oh yes, yes, I know exactly who you mean.

A real pain in the neck.

His rook on E4 was threatening your king, you moved your bishop,

and you checkmated him.

Quite a circus act, eh? Patricia is hypermnesic,

she has a flawless memory.

It starts with emotions, the rest follows.

Everything stays engraved on the hard drive.

Did you discover the body?

Yes.

That's going to help our investigation a lot.

I hope so. Poor Peretti.

You knew him too, didn't you? But you probably don't remember,

you were just a child.

He's still a child!

Good point.

The usual question: any idea who might have done this?

No, not really.

He was a great bloke.

Anyway, I'm glad you're in charge of the investigation.

That's what guilty people often say

and they're wrong. Right?

Oh Patricia, I'm joking!

He can be a bit harsh sometimes.

Then oil your wheels if they squeak.

What's this little shit doing bothering us ?

Is he your nephew?

Yesand we'll soon find out if he's part of the family.

Frédéric! How you've changed!

Yes?

I was 10 years old.

Aunt Agnès!

Ha ha ha!

Oh, come in, come in!

Do you remember your cousins?

It's been so long!

Hervé, right?

I used to be your whipping boy.

And Claire, Claire, my first crush.

Yes, it's a little sad to meet up at a time like this.

Oh yes, but that's family for you.

We see each other at weddings and funerals.

Although I don't remember you at Mum's funeral.

Fred, you can't blame them.

But Patricia represented us.

There were some misunderstandings.

And it was a very simple funeral, five or six people,

a pine coffin.

I really don't see how you could have helped us.

Right, let's continue with the introductions.

Commander Delambre, Marseille SRPJ.

The man found on your property this morning

may not have been related to you, but he was still murdered.

What? But you told us...

Yes. Peretti was killed

with a blow to the head, quite violent.

I hope you understand, but... we'd like to avoid a scandal,

it's not very good for business.

And on top of that, there's the party.

We're organising a family reunion, there'll be a huge crowd this weekend;

family coming from all over, even from abroad.

Glad to hear I wasn't invited.

But of course, you're joking!

Fred isn't on the list?

Poor Peretti!

Jesus Mary Joseph, but I told him that living

isolated with all those prowlers, something would end up happening.

I loved him so much.

Glad to hear you're capable of love, Auntie.

And as for the prowlers, you have nothing to fear.

The murderer is connected to the castle.

He may even be here right now.

It's going to be tough for business because...

because before he died, Peretti pointed the finger at you.

Just like that.

Frédéric! Frédéric!

Hey, you there!

Does it bother you that much not to be welcome in the family?

Excuse me? To whom do I have the honour?

I don't give a damn if you're a cop.

Nobody talks to Agnès like that, is that clear?

Do you know what my mother compared her

to ? A cockroach.

My sister marches straight ahead without ever caring about others.

Who do you think you are to say that ?

Any problems?

No, no, none at all.

This young lady was helping me sort through my list of suspects.

Any other suggestions?

Oh, listen, excuse her!

I don't need you to apologise for me.

Don't tell me she's your daughter!

A secret child?

Oh no!

Camille is my protégée.

Officially, my ward.

There. Is that clear?

Do you really believe what you told them in there?

About the bottle.

It's a bit like "Omar killed me", isn't it?

Yeah, I noticed that too.

But then you deliberately didn't give them the real clues,

is that it?

That bottle isn't just any bottle, is it?

Oh yes, of course!

The 1985 vintage.

When Peretti died, he wanted to tell us something,

that's obvious.

But what?

Yes, but what?

I like it when people help me spontaneously.

So what happened in '85?

The last harvest my family took part in.

A row between Aunt Agnes, who became the queen motherand my

mother, who became the outcast.

Why?

I was a kid, but I think it was about my good-for-nothing father.

It's true that their marriage was a stain on the

Pouet-Pouet family.

That's what you 've always called them.

Well, I live with them, I know what I'm talking about.

How old was Peretti at the time? 25, wasn't

he ? He was a foreman.

I don't see how that's relevant.

You're the family memory bank.

Oh no, but I remember it like it was yesterday.

Peretti was a good team leader. There were quite a few Italians

back then.

And Laura.

Was it the same year?

How I loved her!

Excuse me. I told you,

it's the emotion that brings back memories.

Laura was a seasonal worker.

There was a thing between her and Patricia,

it had to be kept quiet.

I was the messenger.

I can't quite picture you as Cupid.

Your arrows must have been poisoned.

When I send you one, you'll see, you won't be able to resist.

One morning, she disappeared.

I mentioned it to Peretti.

He told me he'd paid her her wages.

The others hardly noticed she was gone.

You're still obsessed with this story, aren't

you ? You know, Fred, I never believed she would have left me like that.

Our relationship was secret, but she would never have left

without telling me, never!

For now, I'm having trouble seeing the connection, but we'll let it settle.

Borel, are you researching this Laura?

Would you mind sharing everything you

know about her?

Of course.

Can I see you for a moment?

What do you think?

That we're completely in the dark.

Isn't it exciting not knowing where we're going ?

It depends where we're going.

I recognise the adventurer lurking deep within you.

In any case, my cousin's memory is certainly an asset.

Yes, well, I'm wary of those who are the only ones who remember.

Sometimes they make things upand there's no one to contradict them.

No, not Patricia.

And why not her?

You think I'm not objective, is that it?

I can't see you going back to question your aunt and cousins.

The case hits too close to home, you're right.

It's better to take me off the investigation.

No, I didn't say that.

Oh, no, but... you

thought itand rightly so.

And I don't even think it's legal.

I'm related to the suspects, they're my family, the procedure

would be flawed.

But you can stay at the SRPJ and follow our progress from a distance.

No, no, that's kind of you, but I've got loads of time off to take.

And you said so yourself...

Investigating your loved ones...

We agree, it won't work.

Hey! Hey!

Hey! It's not like you

to be so legalistic.

Are you sure you're not up to something?

No, why?

Do you want us to be up to something ?

I know you too well.

If I'm not plotting anything, you're the one who's going to plot on your own.

Whereas if we plotted together...

You haven't changed that much, after all.

Since I'm being forced to take a holiday,

I thought you could put me up until the family reunion.

Yes, but not everyone will be happy about that ! But there's always a

room for you in my wing, no problem.

But are you really off the investigation?

Oh, right.

I forgot how good

you are at dirty tricks. Anyway, Sherlock,

if you need a Watson, I'm here.

With my memory and your intuition, we'll quickly figure out what

Peretti was trying to tell us.

You mean we'll identify the murderer?

Well, yes.

Sooner or later, yes.

You catch the culprits every time, don't you?

I rarely get it wrong.

I imagine a murderer must always end up

making mistakes.

Ours already has.

Which ones?

Ah, I don't know yet.

I'm counting on you to help me find out.

Here's your room.

I know you're there.

Boy or girl?

A girl, Eva.

There's no point in asking, no one will know who the father is.

Anyway, you

don't give a damn. That's true.

But that doesn't mean we can't bury the hatchet.

No, go on, let it all out, do what everyone else does.

Say I'm too young to have a baby.

OK, I deserve it.

You're not easy to get along with either.

Yeah, well, I get that from my mother.

In fact, Patricia told me you knew her.

You used to party together, didn't you?

Éliane, a petite brunette.

Patricia was like her sister.

That was a long time ago!

She died of cancer.

And since she had no family, she entrusted me to Patricia,

that's all. So now your police file

is complete.

Peretti understood me, I often went to see him.

What do you think the person who killed him looks like ?

He's calm, thoughtful.

Someone who knows how to keep his cool and hide his feelings.

It took something huge to make him lose

his temper and commit the irreparable.

What makes you think that ?

The cold-bloodedness with which he cleaned up his tracks behind him,

on the murder weapon, everywhere.

Whereas picking up a candlestick from the table and striking

is impulsive.

Still, he killed him.

Yes, but he must regret it.

So, did they give you a nice room?

Not bad, yes.

They've divided the castle into several apartments.

Patricia shares hers with Camille.

Sleeping there must bring back a lot of memories.

I must admit, I find it hard to imagine you as a child.

What do you want to know?

That I was a rather lonely boy, always following my mother around.

Ah, so that's where it comes from.

What?

This way of always being between my legs,

sneaking up on me.

What, that was a good one, wasn't it?

Are you in bed now?

Yes.

Do you prefer pyjamas, old T-shirts, or nothing?

Who knows.

If you want, you can ask Aimé.

No thanks.

No, because if you insist on saying goodnight to him,

I can put him on.

I think it's lights out time.

Goodbye.

Anyway, be careful.

If the killer is in the castle, he's not going to like you snooping around.

Oh, you care about me a little bit after all!

Tsss!

Were you waiting for me?

(Music)

I think if he was killed, it's my fault.

Right, let's start again.

You're Ange Peretti, the victim's son,

is that right?

My father devoted his life to Mourvèdre, to the subtle blends that

made Château-Vautrain's Bandol wines so famous.

He was a great man.

And how does his death relate to you?

My father was in the process of handing over the reins to me.

But not everyone agrees with that.

You mean someone killed him to prevent you from

taking his place?

Yes. You should talk

to Hervé and Claire about it.

They're the ones who will inherit the estate one day.

Madam Agnès had transferred an inalienable right

of exploitation to my father before a notary.

I'm not sure I understand everything here.

They didn't have the right to manage the estate without leaving

my father in place.

He was going to hand over the reins to me, and not everyone likes me.

Does the year 1985 mean anything

to you ? That's the year my father became chef de cave.

He went straight from foreman to chef de cave?

Is that a common promotion ?

No, it never happens.

But my father got on very well with madam Agnès.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Frédéric! I heard you were staying with us.

Did you sleep well?

I was woken up by the big tractor over there. It makes such a racket!

I don't think it's moved this morning.

Really? I could have sworn it had.

Patricia told us you've been taken off the investigation?

I asked to be, yes. I

don't know what's become of you, you know nothing about my life,

but I realised something

yesterday: we're family, whether we like it or not.

In fact, I was very touched when you remembered that

you had a crush on me when you were a child.

You were 18, you were so beautiful!

Yes, childhood sealed us together forever.

I love you all.

I don't want to hurt youand neither do you, for that matter.

No, of course not!

Why would we want to hurt you?

Exactly, why?

What did I tell you?

They're here.

No, but you're chasing me, Commander, that's not...

Can I see you for a second?

...possible.

Are you okay?

Did you sleep well?

Like a baby.

I'm going to question them, but the law prohibits you from being present.

Really?

Are we not playing anymore?

Of course we are, that's why I'm warning you!

Ah!

Let's go back, they're going to get impatient.

No, no, I forbid you to interfere with my investigation.

But I can spend my holidays with my family.

What a world we live in!

Right, we'd like to question Claire and Hervé Vautrain.

Why us?

That's right!

Why not Patricia?

It's a voluntary interview, you can

have anyone you like present.

OK, OK, you can come, that's fine.

See?

It pays to have a policeman in the family.

I did say anyone.

I'd like Frédéric to attend our interview.

That's a lot of people, isn't it?

We took Ange Peretti's statement.

Ah, I understand better now!

We understand better.

And what do you understand?

He must have told you about the contract between us and Peretti.

I'm sure he even made it a motive.

What? He's after you?

That's outrageous!

What Ange Peretti didn't tell you is that his father

was the one who stood in his way.

Our mother appreciates Ange's new ideas.

It was old man Peretti who didn't want to hand over the reins.

Can you confirm that?

Yes. Ange wanted to convert

a hectare of land to organic farming on an experimental basis.

He had found the place, it wasn't bothering anyone.

But his father opposed it.

How much did he care about his organic bar?

No, don't answer that.

I know the technique.

You say "enough to kill him",

then he sends Angelo to tell me that you accused him of murder.

It's endless!

You're exaggerating, Captain.

I'm not the Captain, I'm with my family.

With people I 'd give my life for, right?

It's like the bottle.

They say Peretti's finger pointing at the label

incriminates you.

Even I almost fell for it.

But it doesn't prove anything.

Maybe he wanted one last drink before he died.

Or maybe it's the vintage he pointed to.

1985. How old were we in '85?

Claire, 18.

Hervé, 15.

What connection could we have had with Peretti?

Does the name Laura Benvenuti mean anything to you?

No, Frédéric is right, we were so young in '85.

She was an Italian worker.

From the grape harvest team.

Yes, but of course you remember everything.

Do we have to stay?

Because I don't even know what we're talking about anymore.

It's an informal discussion, as I said.

No one is forcing anyone to answer.

Frédéric was trying to protect us.

You think so?

He was trying to pull the wool over our eyes, yes. I'd like to know

what he and Patricia are talking about.

Enough! This is no time to

complain!

We have to stick together!

If we want to get this over with, we have to give them someone to blame.

Frédéric and his friends need to leave as soon as possible!

Can I find a labourer?

No, they need someone close to them.

Patricia, not someone related to us.

I've made my decision.

Camille.

Are you okay?

Are you having fun?

Are you happy?

We drop little bombsand they explode immediately or after a delay.

It's crazy fun.

Brilliant, Fred was brilliant!

The way he tricks people and provokes reactions.

I thought you were all annoyed that he was here.

Look, they tried to kill me this morning.

What?

I was worried too.

I've always loved Fred. And he's even

more brilliant than before.

Excuse me if I don't agree.

Do you know what he's trying to do?

He's going to arrest someone in the family.

Yes, it's true, maybe we'll regret it in the end.

It's not maybe, it's for sure.

He doesn't care who he puts in jail!

No, Camille, you can't say that.

You don't know him.

I did the right thing coming here, you had a great idea.

No, don't get me involved in this, it was your idea.

But you inspired it.

You are my muse, my source, my guide.

To think I fell for it.

Why am I following you, anyway?

Because I have a shamanic influence over you.

And even if it takes years, there are

so many secrets in this castle.

He gave me a description of the person he's looking for.

I'm telling you, it's scary, it could happen to anyone,

really.

Camille, I'm going to be scared.

Let them be scared.

But not you.

You have to trust them.

After my little effect there, you'll see.

Of course, it's going to blow up everywhere.

And maybe we'll manage to kill you.

I'll just have to pick up the clues and arrest the murderer.

You're so negative sometimes.

We're not in control, Fred.

Everything could go down the drain,

and we don't even know in which direction.

I find that relaxing.

Chaos will reveal the truth. Everything is falling

into place right now, without us having to do anything.

What about you?

Can you swear you had nothing to do with what happened?

No! What are you getting at?

Actually, what I should do is put you in a straitjacket

and have you locked up.

If you're the straitjacket, I'll give myself body and soul.

You're not hitting on me, are you?

No, because I'll remind you that I have someone in my life.

There's a line you can't cross.

That of an honest man.

I've never seen you like this before.

What's your relationship with Cain?

Why is he so important to you?

What do you owe him?

Nothing!

What, nothing?

Is it a pact, a secret?

Did he do something to you?

No, not to me.

But tell me!

You can't lie, I know you.

Calm down!

No, I'm not calming down.

Because if you don't want to tell me, it's because it has something to do with me.

Look, even he doesn't know.

I don't understand, he doesn't know what?

Your mother didn't want me to say.

Say what?

What?

He must never know.

Camille, you have to swear

to me ! I swear.

I swear anything you want.

Now tell me what it is.

Explain yourself! Tell me.

All right, listen.

We shared a lot with Fred.

Yes, so what?

And your mother too.

Yet he's forgotten even that she existed.

I don't understand.

What about?

He's your father, Camille.

Cain is your father.

Let me talk to him first.

I beg you.

Do you prefer red or rosé?

Rosé.

Red.

Give them a prestige assortment.

No, you mustn't!

I insist.

That's

very kind. Do you do white as well? I like white.

No, we make very little.

It's only 7% of our production for our best customers.

Add a case of white to each.

My pleasure.

All right.

Well, did you need anything else?

We'd especially like to understand your relationship with Mr. Peretti.

He had a rather exceptional contract with you.

When you've tasted these wines, you'll understand.

We can't risk letting a Peretti go to the

competition.

And how will you manage without him?

His son is very promising.

So we said two prestige assortments and two

cases of white.

Are you paying separately?

Do you think...

I'll take care of it, we'll work something out.

There you go. Thanks.

How much money does it take to kill someone?

You know, in the police force, we see everything.

Yes, everything.

Peretti had €7,000 in cash at his house that I had given him.

Did you find it?

I've got a bad feeling about this!

We're going to fall flat on our faces, I'm telling you!

No, stop!

One more!

And hop!

Synchro! I really hope

it was worth it.

You tell me.

Not bad!

Let's celebrate.

That's cool.

In 2007, an exceptional year.

Open it.

Do you confirm that Camille needed money?

And did she often visit Peretti?

Is there anything expensive in this cellar?

Yes.

How much does a bottle from '85 go for?

Quite a lot of money.

Shall we open one?

Absolutely! After all,

we harvested it ourselves.

Well, not you.

You were still too young.

But Hervé, Claire, Peretti, me...

And Laura.

Hervé says the same thing.

All the testimonies agree.

Everything points to Camille.

Yes, that's right.

Why did you come back to work here when they always treated you badly?

Treated me badly? That's a strong word.

They never accepted that you were a lesbian.

Don't tell me that's changed?

No. Agnès still cultivates her

old-fashioned French side.

But I know they know.

We just don't talk about it.

It would make me want to kill someone.

Oh, no!

As long as that's all it is, I won't say anything.

Look, they accepted Camille.

That's true.

Why did you fall for that girl?

Shall we open a 99?

It's the year she was born.

So where's 99?

There she is.

I don't understand.

You're sacrificing yourself for a rude girl who means nothing to you.

Fred, don't say that.

Not you.

I raised Camille as if she were my own daughter.

She's my only real family.

If anyone hurt her, I would never forgive you.

Patricia! Patricia!

Where is she?

I want to see her.

I'll take care of it, sit down.

No, no need to trouble yourself.

I know you disapprove, but it won't change anything.

Disapprove? Me?

No, I couldn't care less about that kid.

I find her unbearable.

You don't know me very well.

I know that if you arrested her, it's because you have an

excellent reason.

Exactly.

I was sure of it.

May I ask what it is?

A large sum of money was found

in her room.

Well done!

Is this brilliant piece of work down to you ?

Have you been drinking?

Me?

Never. Did I drive through a puddle?

Come on, come on, you think I don't see through you?

I won't let you question her, is that clear?

Crystal clear. But...

Here, Camille, the rule is simple.

We explain the evidence to you, you dig your heels in, we stand by,

you protest.

It takes hours, but in the end, we win.

You tell the truth.

So that's it, you just came here to ruin my life,

didn't you?

No, Camille.

Everyone here knows you had nothing to do with these murders.

Right, Fred?

Yes, well, that money didn't

just appear in your room.

It's not mine!

You're playing that game, denial against the evidence,

we expected that.

Let's continue.

Claire Vautrin claims that you wanted to borrow a

large sum of money from her last week.

She's lying. I asked her for 400 euros.

I just wanted to buy some things for my daughter.

No, she's talking about several thousand euros.

And her brother Hervé confirms

it. She came to tell him because she was worried about you.

And she didn't come to tell me?

That doesn't make sense.

I find it hard to believe that Hervé and Claire are

capable of lying about this.

On the night of his death, did you go to see Peretti?

Yes, he asked me to come over.

He wanted to talk to me.

I didn't even know he had any money.

But what did he want to talk to you about?

He wanted us to cancel the family reunion, he wanted me to persuade you

that it wasn't a good idea.

Did he tell you why?

If you want to get out of here, now's the time, Camille.

He said there were going to be people from the past, that he knew

too much.

That there were secrets people shouldn't know about.

What does that have to do with me?

That's enough, Camille, you have the right to a solicitor.

Right?

If you say any more, they'll use it against you.

Don't say another word.

Do you hear me?

Not another word.

What a mess.

This kid is innocent, I've been taken for a ride.

She surprised me.

I found her aggressive, sharp-tongued, but sincere.

You mean frank and honest, as you can be?

She's a bit like you, actually.

God forbid.

In any case, she's not the one who tried to kill me.

I can't see her driving a machine tool. And then there's this

theft business, which doesn't fit with Peretti's pointed finger,

the 1985 bottle.

We're stuck on the motive, but for me

it's all in the past.

Do you think they would have set this up to lead us on?

I don't know, but it's possible.

If they've gone this far, it means they're very worried

and that's a good sign.

So who are they?

The aunt, the cousin, the cousin?

Two of them?

All three?

In any case, they're protecting each other.

To start with, I'll take cousin Patricia out of the picture.

I can't see her accusing her little protégée.

I can no longer exonerate her entirely.

Oh, look, (inaudible) is no longer in a state of grace.

It hurts me just to think about it, but the way she mixes

truth and lies annoys me.

I can't relate to her anymore.

And she tries too hard to seduce me.

Yes, that's the biggest mistake.

Maybe she genuinely likes you.

It's hard to believe, even improbable,

I admit.

But still, there must be someone out there who likes you.

I swear I'm not doing anything to deserve it.

I'm going to borrow this Stunia to check something.

For your holiday homework?

Yes, for once science might be able to help us.

Tell me I've messed up, Stunia.

Tell me that the 1985 bottle really comes from this cellar.

In any case, we'll soon find out.

The dust comparison will tell

us. So, you 're treating yourself to a little trip back in time?

I could have done without it.

I've never been nostalgic.

At least as a little girl, I didn't think about death.

Do you think childhood is a dream time when everyone

is necessarily kind?

And where happiness is permanent?

In truth, I was already very anxious.

I spent hours lying in the grass watching earthworms.

How could such a tiny creature ever eat me?

For me, spending my holidays in this paradise was

more like hell.

Original innocence is a scam, Stunia.

Then what was the point of being children?

You're right about the bottle.

The dust found on the 1985 vintage does not match

the dust in this cellar.

So it's impossible that our victim dragged himself

here to point to this bottle as a clue.

But it also doesn't match the other

dust sample you brought me from the château's cellars.

So it all looks like a set-up.

Someone deliberately went elsewhere

to fetch a bottle for the victim to point at.

Have the fumes from Château Vautrin gone to your head or something?

I'm not very scientific, but science rarely lies.

Are you suspecting me of swapping the bottle after

discovering Peretti's body?

You're the one who explained to me that the vintage was

more important than anything else.

And why would I have done that?

To put me on the trail of Laura, your first loveand

distract me from something more important.

Maybe you knew Camille had gone to see Peretti.

You're off your rocker, Fred. And I trusted you.

You'd do anything to protect Camille, wouldn't

you ? You'd better do the same.

Fred, I found Peretti's body, just like you saw it.

If anyone staged it, it was the killer.

I have a radar for that, Patricia. I know when someone's lying to me.

Are you a superhero?

Did you get bitten by a spider that cut off your legs and

amplified your lie detector?

Something like that.

I have a super memory.

And I know that lying is a family speciality.

But in my memories, I know that you and I have

always been able to trust each other,

right? And you'll see, we

'll figure out what happened in the end.

Together.

So? Do we keep young

Camille in custody?

Is that a viable hypothesis again?

No. It's smoke and mirrors,

another big lie.

The very existence of this money is my word against

my Aunt Agnes's.

I agree.

We'll release her.

But are you afraid of her, or what?

Aunt Agnès.

You've been at the château for over two days and you

still haven't confronted her.

The real question now is, why did we stage

the bottle scene?

He's changing the subject!

I have the information you asked me for.

What information?

Laura Benvenutti.

The Italian police are extremely well organised and speak

French very well.

Fortunately, because as for me, Italian, apart from pizza, macaroni...

Borel, spit it out.

Yes, sorry.

So, Laura was 22 years old.

She came to work at the Vautrins' vineyard during the harvest.

And then, nothing.

She disappeared. No sign of life.

The Italian police investigated and even questioned Peretti.

Whether we like it or not, it always comes back to 1985.

Do you agree?

We have a second crime, Laura.

But then why is it only coming to light now?

I'm completely lost.

It's simple, though.

The family reunion.

Laura was killed in 1985.

Peretti knows about it or is an accomplice.

He made it look like a spontaneous departure.

He's been hiding the secret all these years, but the

family reunion will bring back one or more family members who

were there at the time and who could

implicate or betray him.

Peretti panics and wants to cancel everything because

not all truths are good to tell.

But the criminal beats him to it and decides to get rid of this

inconvenient witness.

He annoys me when he's like that.

I like it.

But then, is there going to be another crime during the party?

You tell me Maxime Vautrin.

You're from Belgium, right?

You're a direct descendant of four generations.

Look, here you go.

Aimé Vautrin.

A great-grandfather who must have committed a crime in the colonies.

Do you really think we're going to find someone among all

these people without even knowing who we're looking for?

We're looking for someone who is at least 55 years old, obviously.

If he was an adult in 1985.

Why are you all making such brilliant analyses?

Come on.

For all we know, the person Peretti thought he

'd find here doesn't even know what we want from him.

Possible. The killer certainly does.

If he wants him to shut up forever, now's the perfect time.

Be careful, though.

Would you mind if I served as a target again?

Let's just say that if someone were to kill you one day,

I'd like it to be me.

A little homemade rosé.

If you'd like to order, we ship worldwide.

Is the glass free?

And the police have arrested young Camille.

You know, my niece's ward.

We can't believe it.

It was so kind of you to take her in.

Sorry, Father.

But why are the police still here?

They're very discreet

... Like me.

Don't worry.

If you think you're being discreet in that chair...

I thought this matter had been settled.

Haven't they told you?

Camille has just been released.

You must be relieved, mustn't you, since you love her so much?

Yes. Yes, of course.

Domonique, nice to meet you.

I wanted to know, were you there for the 1985 harvest?

No? My mistake.

You were born on 19 November 1990.

I remember it well, I came to see you the next day at the clinic.

Your mother put two drops of jasmine perfume on

you so that we would find you appealing.

How can she remember all that?

Sorry, excuse me.

Here you are, sir.

I can't stop thinking about it.

Peretti had a secret.

He knew about me,

didn't he? No, that's absurd.

Yes, he did, he even told me to come.

He wanted me to talk to you?

But that's got nothing to do with it, Camille, I swear!

I don't see the connection either, but it's definitely important.

I have to tell Cain.

He has to find out the truth and stop suspecting us.

No, Camille.

I forbid you!

We can't keep quiet forever.

Now's not the time.

Get out, you're not family!

Don't talk to me like that!

Hervé, stop that right now!

Thank goodness Agnès is keeping an eye on things.

There are always little scandals at these kinds of parties.

I don't feel like working.

I'm a doctor.

I'm on holiday too, in theory.

I didn't want to report to the genealogist.

Frédéric Cain...

No, but that's not...

It's not true, you are Fleur's son, aren't you?

Stéphane Duchamp.

We're first cousins.

We can clean ourselves up, if you want.

The last time I saw you, you were knee-high to a grasshopper.

The grape harvest in '85?

Yeah, that must be it, yeah.

Doctor Duchamp, I'm a policeman.

We need to go somewhere to talk.

Peretti has been murdered.

Xavier? Something happened,

something serious in '85.

And I think you know what I'm talking about.

No. We said it was forgotten,

that we'd never talk about it again.

Do you remember Laura?

I need to talk to you, it's important.

Dr Duchamp!

No, no, later.

No, now.

It's about the big secret Peretti wanted to keep.

Where's Patricia?

I don't know, but she told me everything.

And I'm not the type to keep quiet because

things left unsaid can kill.

What are you talking

about ? My mother.

Iliane, you can't possibly have forgotten.

No, Camille, I don't have time.

No! She wanted a child,

but she didn't want a man.

That's why she never told us anything.

I know, it sucks.

That's the big secret, you're my father.

You're also my daughter's grandfather.

That's the big secret, you're my father.

Police, move!

Back off, back off!

This can't be happening!