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You and your son, go away!

Be gone!

You'd love it if I left, but this is my place too!

Get out of here!

Did you do what I told you, Fred ?

- Yes, but why? - Don't try to understand.

You won't tell anyone, ever!

- But Patricia... - Shut the fuck up!

If you tell anyone, I swear you're dead!

Frédéric!

Wait!

We're leaving, Frédéric.

Let's forget them all.

Come on.

(Music)

Single stab wound, perforation of the spleen.

Death came quickly.

A frontal blow, he looked his attacker in the eyes.

If one could read the eyes of the dead...

Or in the eyes of the living, when they're open.

She blames me for not having seen anything, even though it happened...

In front of your eyes?

I understand you were all present.

Well, that narrows it down, doesn't it?

Don't believe it.

We spent hours questioning everyone.

And nobody saw a thing.

In short, collective blindness.

Is the murder weapon a utility knife?

Yes. Your killer caught it with a towel,

which contained the blood spatter.

And there were no fingerprints.

A perfect crime.

Committed in front of a hundred people, and the four best cops in Marseille.

Nice nose-thumbing.

You're the only one who spoke to him.

You could at least have raised the alarm.

But no, you had your eyes glued to Camille, as if she were Tinkerbell.

Cool, I fly, I'm Peter Pan.

You're Wendy, and him?

Captain Hook?

What was she singing in your ear to distract you from your mission?

Let's just say the past has pulled me back once too often.

Are you drowning your sorrows in alcohol?

Be careful, it can be used as a truth serum.

What truth?

Come and have a drink, it's the production of the year.

Tell me what you think.

When were you going to tell me?

Tell you what? That I didn't kill Duchamp?

Camille.

Why didn't you ever tell me?

Her mother didn't want me to.

Besides, I don't know if you'd have been a good father to her.

You're joking, right?

My son's fine.

I mean, he never held a grudge against me.

Well, not anymore.

Camille's great too. She's a great girl.

If I'd been a man, I'd have loved to be her father.

In fact, you played matchmaker.

I knew about your deviations at the time.

I just pushed fate a little.

I remember the look on your face in the morning.

You didn't regret it at the time.

Don't be snooty!

The result is here. You're a father.

- And a grandfather. - Yeah.

- Grandfather. - Yes.

- Grandfather! - Yes!

But basically, there's no proof.

How do I know it's true?

Get a DNA test if you want.

No. How do I know you didn't kill Duchamp?

You're not telling me half of what you know.

You remembered him very well, didn't you?

And you were very careful not to mention it.

Maybe you knew he was coming and you were waiting for him.

I swear I didn't kill him, Fred.

But what did he say?

He reacted at Laura's name.

Then I was right.

Laura never left.

She loved me.

But what did they do to her?

Fred, you've got to help me understand what happened.

Please, I'm begging you.

Everybody talks behind everybody else.

I'm very upset.

Exactly what I was saying to Patricia.

It's about time we said things to each other, face to face.

Can I get you some cutlery?

I should be used to it by now, but murder spoils my appetite.

Apparently, I'm the only one.

Don't I look upset?

No.

Why did you frame Camille?

Who are you trying to protect?

Patricia, you heard our aunt.

We can talk calmly.

I'm off the case, as you know.

But can I tell you what's happening with my colleagues?

We're interested, yes.

It concerns us all.

In 1985, Peretti was involved in the disappearance

and probably death of a seasonal worker, a certain Laura.

And it seems that Stéphane Duchamp was murdered

because he was his accomplice.

It's a crazy story.

This has got to stop!

Yes, of course. Let's stop it right now.

Continue to lie to me for 35 years.

I loved Laura.

Your old feelings!

Old? No, Agnes.

I'm still a lesbian.

What I love is the grace, charm and gentleness of women.

With Laura, I learned about abandonment and trust.

And it's never left me.

You know that.

You all do.

So why shouldn't I say it?

I thought you were cured.

Mom.

No, Claire, let her talk.

On the contrary, we're at the heart of the problem.

Nobody cared about Laura, right?

She was just a seasonal worker.

Why did you kill her?

Because of her love for me?

Do we have to put up with this?

We said we told each other everything.

Nobody remembers your Laura.

Do you remember what you were doing 35 years ago?

You're right.

What we need is a time machine.

Of course.

Legrand, I'm going to need you.

Just relax.

Don't think about anything.

Your body is heavy.

Your arms are heavy.

Your legs are relaxed and...

Are you sure about the legs?

I'm sorry.

I can't do it.

- I told you it wouldn't work. - Come on, Legrand.

Try again.

Concentrate a little.

That was 18 years ago.

I didn't even finish the training, I didn't get the diploma.

- Besides, I can see you don't believe in it. - Yes, I do.

Come one, keep going.

I'll make an effort.

I'm heavy.

Very heavy.

A heaviness you surrender to completely.

It rises in your belly.

In your chest.

Into your hands.

To your head.

What are you playing at?

He thinks he's the only key witness of the time

who hasn't been questioned yet.

But since it was 35 years ago and he has no memory,

he'd like me to hypnotize him.

And you practice on the sly at my place?

Why? Are you afraid of being ridiculed?

It worked!

He's just pretending, he never goes for that sort of thing.

Quiet!

Now I'm sure he really is 10 years old.

Fred, do you remember the smell of grapes when you cut them?

Your hands were black, you were laughing...

Talk to him in the present tense.

You're laughing.

You're 10 years old.

You're running.

We're picking grapes.

Patricia.

I've got another message for you.

Laura sent me.

She says...

I love the sun in your honey eyes.

But no one must know.

Yes, little one.

No one must know.

Remember the last message?

It's early that morning.

You've just had breakfast.

The good loaf of bread with strawberry jam.

You look nice.

Let's focus on the loaf of bread.

Who gave you the last message?

I can't say.

Yes, you can!

Laura has to get back to her family.

She's leaving, remember?

But it wasn't her I saw this time.

It wasn't her who gave me the message.

Who did, Fred?

Hervé.

Hervé?

He says I have to pass on Laura's message.

He'll kill me if he knows I talked.

When I grow up, we'll love each other like Patricia and Laura.

That's the bad side of hypnosis. That's why I stopped training.

It's not good for the mind.

Come on, Fred, wake up.

You've got hidden talents.

You mean my jealousy?

It's the price to pay for my love.

If it could always be like this, we'd search like mad for the truth,

when it's right there, ready to be plucked.

Speaking of plucking, we've got someone to go interview.

Yeah, we do. Back to Laura.

We're going to interview Hervé.

And you're going to stay here, you're a key witness now.

Okay, I was just about to go and play blind man's bluff with my cousin.

Where's Patricia?

She's gone, you didn't tell me.

Patricia, what are you doing here?

Stay away! Stay out of this!

You're crazy!

What did you do to Laura?

Answer me, you bastard!

What did you do to Laura?

Shit!

What did you do to Laura?

Somebody help me!

Patricia, put the gun down.

Do something!

She's gonna kill me!

Will you tell me the truth?

Patricia, put the gun down.

Tell me the truth, you son of a bitch!

Patricia, no!

What's going on?

We've got the situation under control.

This was a warning shot.

I'm sorry, Camille.

I don't believe that for a second.

You get a kick out of pitting people against each other.

I need some fresh air.

That's a good idea.

Yes, very good idea.

Yeah, me too.

Patricia is crazy.

This whole thing has gone straight to her head. She wanted to kill me!

She went crazy.

Fortunately, the police always arrive at the right moment.

We're going to question her, try to understand why she did it.

Is it my fault?

That's what you get for nitpicking.

Does he know yet?

What?

He remembered something.

Remembered what?

It's hard for me to say.

I'm not proud.

For me, a word is a word.

You held out for over 35 years before spilling the beans,

that's something.

My hat's off to you.

Don't be ashamed of yourself.

What are you talking about?

The secret you forced on me when you came to see me

and asked me to lie to Patricia.

To tell her that Laura had left during the night

and that I shouldn't say anything or you'd kill me.

Oh, okay.

I'm the one who almost got killed, but I'm the guilty one.

You were right.

I didn't think he'd confess so easily.

No, but I didn't confess to anything.

And besides, they were kids' words.

And then there's the statute of limitations, isn't there?

For attempted intimidation and perjury, yes.

That doesn't mean anything.

Yes, it does.

It means you're a little slow on the uptake.

Or on the decision.

For killing Peretti.

And it's the act that counts.

Are you accusing me of killing Peretti?

There's no statute of limitations on that.

That was yesterday.

Come on.

I'll stay.

My days off aren't over yet and I've got to support my family.

Still a beautiful spot.

This is where you taught me how to pick my first fruits.

And yet...

Look, come closer.

This land isn't very well paved.

See those damaged grapes?

That means that mildew has attacked this vine.

For this one, it's too late.

And if we let it...

It could destroy them all.

And us too.

Why did you come, Frédéric?

To hurt us?

Stirring up trouble between us won't avenge your mother.

That's not it at all.

Hervé was mean to Patricia.

Patricia must have suffered a lot to come to this.

But suffering doesn't give you permission to kill.

Peretti, Duchamp.

And now, taking it out on Hervé.

You know there's another hypothesis?

Hervé covered up Laura's disappearance.

It's hiding something. Put yourself in my shoes.

Hervé's innocent.

So maybe he was a cruel brute when you were a kid,

but the man he's become is different.

The effects of time are amazing.

I've changed too.

Don't expect me to cook dinner for you, it's not my style.

Never mind, I won't eat.

I'm a very bad cook.

And I'm a bit clumsy.

No, I don't need any help.

I'm like my mother.

I can do without men.

Men aren't necessarily what you think they are.

And I'm not just any man.

Let me explain.

I've never missed a father.

I was wrong to tell you about it.

No, you did the right thing.

And if I could...

The only thing you can do is bring Patricia back.

Because she's my only family.

Could you look after Eva while I take a shower?

Of course.

- Can you do that? - Yes, of course I can.

Why don't you have a seat?

I'm in a bit of a bind, Patricia.

I had a ready-made suspect, but with your assassination attempt...

Not to mention the fact that the judge will only agree to one custody.

So I don't know what to do.

Hervé, or you?

I'd say me, as a joke.

But if you want to know the truth, it doesn't suit me at all.

I wouldn't have shot him.

I just wanted to scare him.

So he'd finally talk.

Okay, but what would you say to foil Hervé?

Consequence of a drama of ordinary homophobia.

At the age of 15, Hervé was already judging me.

And at the time, Duchamp and Peretti were adding quite a bit.

Maybe they were accomplices.

To what?

Laura's disappearance?

We have neither a body nor a confession.

All the more reason for Hervé to stay in his cell a little longer.

Seriously, I think he'll do anything to keep us in the dark.

Cain trusts you.

Still, I've been troubling him a lot lately.

Well, it's mostly Camille.

He told you, didn't he?

Of course he did.

I knew there was something between you.

Actually, I don't know what to tell him because he's so confused.

It's easy to imagine how he must feel.

Wouldn't you have felt the same?

Maybe even worse.

To suddenly learn that you have a 20-year-old daughter

and that you're a grandfather on top of it all,

that's a lot for one man to take in.

Anyway, he took it well.

What are you going to call me?

Grandpa?

I forbid it, just so we're clear.

I have an investigation to conduct.

And I can tell you, I'm a bit lost.

Do you want to help me?

Is that it? Why are you laughing?

If I do what you do, I look the other way, right?

Wait.

The first murder was Peretti.

No, Laura, you're right.

But we don't have the body. Let's start there.

Peretti knew what happened.

Why did he want to stop the cousin reunion?

To keep Duchamp from getting whacked, and he was right.

And he knew how Laura died.

All his life he's been trying to prevent the story from coming out.

He wanted to spare Patricia.

He knew she'd want revenge.

He didn't want her to do anything stupid.

And he knew where the body is.

Is this it? Am I boiling?

Peretti didn't want Laura's body to surface.

That's it!

You're right.

You're awesome.

You are!

Is everything okay? You didn't torment her?

Why would I? It's pure joy.

Well, at least you're getting along with her. That's a start.

It's better than that. She's my blood.

No doubt about it.

Borel, a detailed map of the Château Vautrin vineyard, quick!

Legrand, my cousin Hervé in the interrogation room, quick.

Great, just who I needed.

I can't interrogate her, but I have the right to talk to her.

No.

I mean, yes, but what's going on?

Peretti taught his son Ange his job.

- Is that right? - Yes.

But when Ange asked him to let him try his hand on a plot of land, he refused.

- Yes. - Thank you, Borel.

But Alice agreed.

But Peretti was against it and so was Hervé.

Yes.

They didn't want the soil to be turned over there.

You're amazing.

Where's this plot?

Right there.

I'm finally going to find Laura.

Whether you like it or not, the truth is going to come out.

And I can even tell you exactly where.

Right here.

The statute of limitations has expired.

You said so yourself.

No one can sue you for Laura Benvenutti's death.

But the judge has ordered the excavation.

So it's time to tell the truth.

I understood my cousin Patricia's type.

I made everyone laugh by imitating her,

but Peretti and my great-uncle Stéphane Duchamp were my best audience.

One day they told me I was old enough to become a man.

They took me into town.

They paid a woman to kiss me.

They let me drink.

By the time I got back, I was drunk.

They wanted me to drive.

I didn't see Laura.

I didn't have time to see her.

It was an accident.

We buried the body.

We swore never to tell anyone.

Peretti arranged to cover up the disappearance.

But the only problem was Patricia.

So I told Fred we had to make her believe.

You won't tell anyone, ever!

A body was found, but it was far too recent to be Laura's.

A second was found a little further on.

We'll keep digging, but it's much worse than we imagined.

That's a tall tale.

Well, not so tall as far as I'm concerned.

I've only formally identified three victims.

- What about Laura? - With her, that makes four.

We received her dental records from Italy

and, according to Stunia, she's the oldest corpse.

What do you deduce from this?

That you chose the wrong place to take some time off.

What a sense of humor!

Careful, Legrand.

If Captain Cain has rubbed off on you like this,

I'm not going to be able to resist.

Elizabeth, would you choose the copy over the original?

Lucie doesn't know her luck.

Lucie had to choose, alas.

So, can you spot a recurring pattern?

Two men, two women, one old, one young, that's your pattern.

- It's all nonsense. - All buried in the same place.

- That's one pattern. - And here's another.

All the victims have broken bones.

Here, the pelvis.

Here, the lower spine.

Are these fractures the cause of death?

It's hard to say, but they were all in accidents,

as if they'd been hit by vehicles.

I could be one of the victims lying on these tables.

Someone tried to run me over too.

A very large tractor mistook me for a tiny insect.

A pest?

Crawling.

In any case, we're making great strides.

Elizabeth, I'll leave him with you.

Make good use of him.

A message for Lucie?

- May I come in? - No, you may not.

Oh dear, I'm already in.

Crazy! You can come out now.

Okay. Too bad, I had a message from Legrand.

Well, you can stay.

I've been cruel to you.

You did Hervé a world of good.

He confessed.

He's going to be relieved of a great weight.

Yes, well, we still have several corpses on our hands.

- And several unanswered questions. - On our hands too.

Tell me about it.

How did I not see that?

What I love about you, Auntie, is your ineffable ability

to rise above events that could harm you,

then go trampling all over them,

as if they didn't concern you.

And what I love about you is your wry sense of humor.

To each his own priority.

My job is to help Patricia forgive Hervé for this lie.

And yours, to find out who did it.

I'm counting on you.

When I think that poor Camille was almost blamed,

I feel responsible for taking her in.

Really.

I didn't want to believe you, but she's really monstrous.

What was Legrand's message?

Gee, what was it?

With all this, I've completely forgotten.

There's too much crime, it's confusing.

But it's so simple.

Just make the connection between Laura, Patricia,

Duchamp's death, Peretti's death...

And then there are the car accidents.

Stunia is positive,

our predator hits his victims by driving over them.

Like me on the suspects.

I don't know if that simplifies things.

Don't be uptight, Borel.

Still, I say we have too many crimes.

So maybe I could concentrate on the serial murders, right?

Shall I do that?

Laura's death may have nothing to do with Peretti's or Duchamp's.

Would Duchamp and Peretti have been killed to cover up the murders?

Yes.

To cover up the serial killer.

But why are they all buried in the same place?

Because it's a serial killer.

Yes, but why in the same place as Laura?

Congratulations, Einstein.

Why do you always blame everything on my cousin?

You're tiresome.

This is sensitive territory.

Can you imagine if Patricia is guilty?

Fred, didn't you forget to tell me something?

Me?

That I hate other handicapped people?

Stop playing games.

You know I'm your friend.

Some friends disguise themselves as friends.

Camille's bad temper can only come from you.

That, yeah, I haven't figured out yet.

Can you see me as a grandfather?

It'll fit you like a glove.

It'll give your life meaning beyond anything you can imagine.

- Stop it! - Besides, it's a girl.

They're both girls!

It's a gift from heaven.

It's going to be fun!

Come on, stop it!

In the evening, Camille will entrust the baby to you.

She'll borrow your car so she can go dancing.

At around 3 a.m., you'll receive a text message

to say that she's finally coming home at dawn.

And while you're bottle-feeding at 6 a.m.,

she'll call to say she's crashed the car.

Please stop!

And because she thinks you're perfect,

soon her whole gang of friends will be invading your home.

You'll be sleeping with the baby, pulling all-nighters.

And then she'll give you all her childhood diseases.

Measles, German measles, chickenpox, mumps.

You'll spend the rest of your life in hospital.

That's enough!

We'll talk about it when you want.

I'm sorry, Fred.

I don't know what came over me with that gun.

But that doesn't make me a criminal.

You're doing everything you can to put me on that path.

But how can you say that?

Hervé confessed.

Still, as Peretti dies, he points to a bottle of Château Vautrin, which leads us here,

on the trail of Laura's death.

And we discover a mass grave full of corpses.

I think that's pretty coherent.

Except that you can tell me about the bottle any way you like.

You're the one who put it on the end of his index finger.

Prove it.

I will.

If you put that bottle there, it was to help us, wasn't it?

Why else would you have done it?

Okay, we'll continue this discussion later.

But if you want to help us,

now's the time.

Elizabeth, even though it's hard to say,

I'd like you to go to my cousin's house and take a bottle for dust analysis.

I still have a bad feeling about this.

First a hypnosis session, now a live show by (Miss Memory),

it's no longer a police department, it's downright music-hall.

I promise Lucie that the truth will come out of this room.

So far, Lieutenant Legrand has only identified three victims.

Is that correct?

Yes, these are reported disappearances that have been actively researched

and whose files are complete enough to establish matches with certainty.

He's the perfect presenter.

Can we get the show on the road?

François Lamy, 27 years old.

Doesn't ring a bell.

Hired as a graphic designer.

It's not his CV we're interested in, but the date of his disappearance.

He's one of the oldest.

November 25, 1995.

He went to work,

his car was found broken down on the side of the road,

but there was no trace of him.

November 25, 1995, right?

Ireland allows divorces.

Death of Léon Zitrone.

You have to admit you're impressed.

Yes.

I worked all day.

Claire was away.

She came home late.

And Hervé?

I don't remember much.

Ah, yes!

Agnès received some porcini mushrooms from a farming association.

We gave them out to everyone.

If all that's true, I'm not sure it'll do us much good.

I've been cruel to you.

You did Hervé a lot of good.

He confessed.

There's no point in us continuing to blame Camille.

Or directing them to Patricia?

No. You're not going to blame me, are you?

What did you want me to do?

I'll always protect you.

My big girl.

My sister's my witness, if she's watching from up there.

I'm not a bad mother.

No, you're not.

Of course not, Mom.

Think of your brother too.

You only have one.

He's in prison right now.

Aurore Dormiot.

59 years old.

Doesn't ring a bell.

October 28th, 2005.

The Friday just before All Saints' weekend.

All Souls' Day.

There was a risk of riots throughout France.

Hervé wanted Agnès to give up sponsoring a cultural festival in the suburbs of Aix,

but she laughed at him.

The disappearance took place in the evening.

Hervé was worried.

He left around 5 p.m. to join her.

But I didn't hear him come back.

So Hervé could very well have been with the victim.

In any case, I was all alone at the château.

You scared me.

I'm so sorry.

With all that's happened, you must be shaken up.

I just wanted to see how you were.

I'm fine.

Were you in the hall?

Yes.

Did you hear everything?

Yes.

You'll have to forgive Agnes.

She didn't know what she was doing.

She's very worried about me, about Hervé.

Of course, I understand.

I told her it wasn't right.

But hey, she's a mom.

Just like you.

Do you know what that's like?

You can understand it.

Imagining your son in prison...

Yes.

It was a Monday.

It rained like never before.

The victim had an umbrella.

It was the only thing the police found at the time.

Do you remember anything more?

Patricia?

The killer is not Hervé...

What do you think about all those bodies we found?

Why should I think anything about them?

It's appalling.

It's on our land.

But if our cousin wasn't a cop, nobody would be asking us questions.

Yeah, you're right.

And well, anyone could have killed these people

and buried them here, there's no fence, so...

Exactly.

Okay, you know what?

Let's get out of here.

We'll go out. Just us girls.

We've never done that before!

I can't. There's Eva.

You can leave her with Agnes.

Okay?

Shall we?

And when Claire came home,

her car was smashed in the front.

She told us she'd run over a big dog in the rain.

That's Claire.

Don't worry.

Agnes is going to take very good care of your baby.

I know.

When I think of all you've given me, I feel so lucky.

You mean a lot to me.

I don't want us to hurt each other anymore.

I don't want us to suffer anymore.

Me neither, Camille.

I don't want that either.

And you know, Mom watches over all of us.

I also know that it wasn't Hervé she was worried about, it was you.

What the hell are you talking about?

I can't present this kind of testimony to a prosecutor.

- We'll make fools of ourselves. - That's all we've got.

- He'll laugh in our faces! - It's perfect.

Go all the way,

and when he's laughing his head off, steal the letter rogatory from him,

and I'll forge his signature.

And one more corpse, as if we didn't have enough already.

Camille sent me a message.

Claire forced her to go for a drive with her.

I want to help you, Claire, I can understand that.

I've always found you admirable.

You and Agnès are models for me.

Why did you do it?

Why did I do what?

Why did you kill Peretti?

Well, I didn't kill Peretti.

I liked Peretti a lot, like you.

She's like a serial killer.

She's got a routine, she sticks to it.

She runs over her victims with her car.

As long as Camille stays in the car, she's safe.

- You think that's going to reassure me? - I don't think so either.

Find something else.

What about Duchamp at the cousins' party?

Come on, I didn't kill Duchamp!

Someone else did.

- Do you know who did it? - No, I don't!

Of course I don't know!

In principle, she reproduces the original accident.

Hervé was driving and hit Laura.

Where did it happen?

According to Hervé's testimony, on Route de Saint-Côme.

What makes you think she always goes to the same place?

The first murder, the young man. Help me, Legrand!

The graphic designer, his car broke down, where did we find it?

Route de Saint-Côme.

I don't know what happened.

Were you there the day of Laura's accident?

Yes.

I always liked Patricia.

I understood her difference.

Were you in the car too?

No.

We were walking down the road and Laura was telling me about Patricia,

about their love.

She was so happy.

We were laughing.

And we didn't hear the car coming.

I held her.

She died, gently, in my arms.

And then I felt something so strong.

So incredible.

What happened next?

I didn't do it.

I didn't do it.

You can't understand it if you haven't lived it.

To feel life slipping away.

To feel life going away.

Breath extinguished.

You want to relive that moment.

Over

and over

Come down!

What?

Claire, please let me help you. We'll think of something.

I don't want to hurt you. Get out of the car now!

Just go!

Get out right now.

No!

She's confessed to everything except the Peretti murder.

All that's left is to get Patricia to confess.

That's what you think too.

Stunia called earlier.

She's got the analysis results.

The Château Vautrin bottle found at the crime scene

was definitely from Patricia's personal cellar.

- Do you want me to take care of it? - No, that's my job.

- Deep down, I've known for a long time. - I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

It's just life.

I haven't heard you say that in a long time.

There, everything.

Good jam.

Wait up!

I told you it was hot!

Don't move.

I'd never seen Peretti so anxious.

He kept telling me I had to cancel the cousin party.

I didn't agree.

And then at one point he hinted.

He said it was to protect me.

He betrayed himself.

I asked one question too many and found out about Laura.

So, Hervé Duchamp, the accident, you knew everything?

No, there was this chandelier and I hit it.

I couldn't control myself.

He didn't have time to tell me more.

And the bottle?

I had to know.

I came here to get the bottle, as you discovered.

I moved the body and called the police.

I was hoping you'd be in charge of the investigation.

That you'd help me get to the truth.

Without thinking of the day when I'd have to arrest you?

Unfortunately, I've always been impulsive.

Exuberant, yes.

Inflamed, passionate.

Free.

Which makes it all the more unfortunate to end up in prison.

It's not all bad luck.

When I look at you,

I can see that I've given you the desire for freedom.

You share at least that with Camille,

don't forget it.

I'm going to stay a little longer.

Camille?

Camille?

Oh, please don't yell. I hate yelling.

So, how does victory taste?

Not very good.

If you'd asked me first, I'd have told you.

It's not very good, but it's right.

Who knows what's right?

I don't have anyone here anymore.

I'll be all alone.

Did you know about Claire?

You're going to judge me again.

You think you know everything.

But you know nothing, my poor Frédéric.

There's your very bad aunt and there's your very good mother, right?

But the world is never black and white.

As someone who deals with all these crimes,

you should know that.

What are you trying to tell me?

The day you caught us behind the door,

when they ran Laura over,

that evening, they came to find me.

Hervé, Claire, Peretti, they were in a panic.

What do you think I told them?

To bury her and never speak of it again.

No.

To turn themselves in.

I wanted to call the police.

I was like that. Tough.

I had principles.

Your mother was the tender one.

She's the one who stopped me.

"You don't tell on your children". That's what she told me.

And it was she who went with them to bury the body,

I didn't even want to know where.

And she's also the one who asked Hervé to go through you

to lie to Patricia.

Frédéric won't say anything.

Everyone must keep quiet.

You and your son, go away! Be gone!

So yes,

as your mother led you to believe all those years ago,

your aunt threw you out.

But I continued to protect my people.

Just like your mother taught me that night.

Now you know.

What does the truth taste like?

What will you do, Frédéric, with your children

if one day they push you over the edge?

You think that's a good idea?

It's not like I've got any other relativs to fall back on.

That's life!

It's my bag that's in the way.

It's okay, we can go.

Okay, here we go.