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It's the cops?

Turn the music down.

Sorry to interrupt the party.

There's a fire in the building next door.

I need to check your apartment.

Go ahead.

We didn't notice anything.

I've found the fire.

It's right in front of me.

What the hell?

(Music)

No comments, Lieutenant.

The victim's name is Enzo Belliard, 27.

He was doing a striptease.

She was celebrating her birthday.

The stripper was the common gift.

What a success.

She'll remember her birthday.

Just pretend you didn't notice.

He died of a heart attack.

It's more than suspicious.

Given his age and physical condition...

- Poisoning? - I think so, yes.

Well, I'll know more at the autopsy.

One thing's for sure, he wasn't poisoned here.

One of the guests filmed the whole thing.

Where did they recruit this stripper?

At Le Narcisse. A Chippendales club.

Oh, there you are!

A baby at a crime scene, what's wrong with you?

War is war. I called a nanny,

a real nightmare.

I wouldn't have trusted her with my wheelchair.

Do you intend to lug her around for the whole investigation?

I warn you, if she finds the killer, I'll hire her instead of you.

Oh yes!

Make sure she drinks it all down.

Otherwise she won't sleep.

Sorry, we're closed now.

Come back tomorrow.

Actually, we're the ones who are sorry.

We're here about Enzo Belliard's murder.

I suppose you don't drink on duty, right?

You've got too much imagination.

Alcohol softens murder.

It hasn't been that long since Enzo worked for you.

You seem very affected by his death.

When you join the company, you become part of the family.

It's true that there's a certain resemblance.

There's a lot of testosterone in one place.

A Chippendales show is a collective affair,

with the ego left in the dressing room.

If you don't mind my saying so, you're in the foreground of the photo.

Noémie is in charge of the artistic side.

And she can't resist showing me off.

I don't blame her.

I think you're pretty well preserved for your age.

What's your secret?

Running.

Cheers!

It must be a real thrill to get up on stage

and get naked in front of all those women.

It's like a rejuvenating cure.

Every time I do it, it's like losing 20 years in one go.

Too bad you'll never know.

I would have tried.

But the wheelchair isn't very sexy.

Speaking of sexy, Enzo's arrival really boosted the show, didn't it?

We had to add an extra show on Sunday.

All the girls were crazy about him.

I'm clearly going to have a hard time replacing him without my show going under.

You play collectively, but it's still your show.

I'm the one who created it, aren't I?

Does that bother you?

Do you know the story of the vizier who wanted to take the place of the caliph?

I can't believe it.

Do you suspect me?

No more than anyone else.

No less either.

This is ridiculous.

You don't kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.

And I don't quite understand.

What exactly are you looking for here?

Poison, actually. At least traces of it.

We're a family.

We don't poison ourselves as a family.

The Borgias, does that ring a bell?

Camille, it's your father.

I just wanted to tell you that Eva's in great shape.

She's eating well.

She's been missing you since you left.

Even if she can't express it yet.

I miss you too.

That's it, Mom.

Now, will you let me get some sleep?

Good night.

Did someone do something stupid?

Who could that be?

Where's your pacifier?

Under the table, great.

I'm here.

What's this?

Hi, there.

Oh, no.

You're asleep now.

Still no word from Camille?

Would you like me to try and locate her cell before the debrief?

I can't see myself suing her for child abandonment.

Enzo Belliard was a student.

It was supposedly to pay for his studies that he was a chippendale.

I made inquiries at the university.

He was enrolled in a literature degree,

but he hadn't set foot in class since the beginning of the school year.

Not a very diligent student.

I'm listening.

I'm diminished, but I don't lose a step.

There's more.

Look what we found in his apartment...

It was hidden in a closet.

Wow.

He could afford to skip a few classes.

8,000 euros in cash.

He didn't raise that kind of money with a few shows during weekends.

Any guesses, Captain?

What?

A lead?

A hunch early in the morning?

No.

It's because of Eva.

It's not easy to recover with a baby in the house.

Well, I guess we'll have to do without the captain on this one.

Of course.

What do women do?

Do they stop working?

No, we'll find a solution,

we'll help him with the baby.

Wait a minute, I didn't join the police force to babysit.

Legrand is right, I'll take care of it.

Look at you, man, you're in bad shape.

No.

We'll take turns.

Here, Legrand, since you've done so well with the bottle,

I'll give you the first watch.

I hear the police has become a day-care center.

How do you know about that?

We think there's a mole in the walls.

So, did you dig out secrets from this corpse?

The only thing I know for sure

is that he was poisoned with digitalis.

It's used to regulate the heartbeat.

Unfortunately, it's available on the Internet.

Wouldn't he have realized?

It was mixed with orange juice.

As the lethal dose is very low, the victim didn't notice a thing.

Do you have the time of ingestion?

Down to the bottle?

Between three and six hours before his death, that's two bottles.

Unfortunately, I couldn't be more precise.

Even if I rolled over at your feet?

Tempting.

But it would be pointless.

And yet, I would have gladly devoted a few more hours to him.

Even dead, he's still beautiful.

Learn from it.

No, thank you.

I'd rather be ugly and alive than beautiful and dead.

Besides, I'd make an ugly corpse.

And five, six, seven, eight!

Okay, that's it, guys.

Let's call it a day.

I've had enough.

Thanks.

I'm sorry, but it's not working.

You were right.

We need a fourth dancer.

I'll put out a casting call.

What will I do without you?

I don't know.

Love is beautiful.

You people have no respect for anything.

I imagine this isn't a courtesy visit.

Once again, you imagine too much.

We're very courteous people, aren't we, Commander?

Yes, very courteous, but very curious.

We found 8,000 euros in cash in Enzo's studio.

Any idea where it came from?

No, sorry, I'm not his banker, just his employer.

It's still a lot of money.

Are you sure that between the dancers and the customers, there's no...

How shall I put it?

Some hanky-panky stuff?

Call us pimps while you're at it!

Touchy.

You're such a cliché.

They say chippendales, so of course you think prostitution.

Well, no.

We're artists, not mobsters.

Did you know that Enzo was a student?

I'm not the type to spy on my employees.

As long as they perform, everything's fine.

Yes, and to avoid problems, we make the dancers sign a clause

stating that it's forbidden to kiss a customer,

let alone sleep with them.

Otherwise, they're spanked?

No, otherwise they're fired.

Advantage to Etienne Sorlin.

Don't you think she looks like me?

It's a bit early to say.

The decor of the nursery leaves a little to be desired.

Yes, but it's calm and cool, like a fine wine.

And so, I'll be able to keep an eye on her.

So, how's the club's accounting coming along?

We've checked the payslips and the URSSAF declarations, but...

Nothing to report.

At this rate, we're not out of the woods yet.

Lift up your shirts, both of you.

What?

Lift up your shirts.

Come on, guys.

And the winner is...

Legrand.

I'm warning you that if this is another one of your pranks,

- I'm against it! - Le Narcisse is holding a casting tonight.

You have a pretty great figure.

Can you dance?

- Yes. - You're going to be our candidate.

No, that's out of the question!

Quiet! The baby.

That's out of the question!

First babysitter, now chippendale?

What are you going to ask me next?

Can I see you a minute?

What are you doing?

Are you trying to put me at odds with the team?

The team or Legrand?

Your private life shouldn't take precedence over the investigation.

I'm just saying!

Wait, there might be another solution.

In Enzo's diary, there's a name that comes up regularly.

A certain Florence.

Enzo was supposed to have dinner with her this evening.

Good thinking, Borel, congrats!

We're not going to leave Florence alone.

Someone has to make the sacrifice.

And that's up to me.

You see, Legrand, I know how to pay my own way.

Borel, it's your turn on guard duty.

Excuse me, I think you're at the wrong table.

Are you Florence?

Yes.

Enzo couldn't make it, so I'm replacing him.

I'm sorry, but Enzo can't be replaced.

Well, if he couldn't come, it's because he's dead.

I've been a waiter here for two years.

It's like I don't exist.

Chicks only go for strippers, which is why I'm casting.

What about you?

I didn't really have a choice.

You gonna be okay?

I must confess I was very close to Enzo.

You mean you were lovers?

Okay, fine.

Let's just say we never met.

Wait a minute.

I think we both got off on the wrong foot.

Let's erase everything and start again.

You like to play with people.

Depends on the partner and the game.

So what are we playing?

Tell me about Enzo.

What did he really want?

I was to edit his first novel.

A novel?

I have a feeling this is going to get juicy.

Yes.

A story about sex in a Chippendales club.

Thank you.

It's a mess.

They're each as bad as the other.

Don't worry, sweetheart, we'll figure it out.

You're right.

So, next up.

Aimé Lepetit.

What kind of name is that?

We'll give him another one if we take him.

Hello.

If we take him.

This doesn't look good.

No kidding.

Go ahead, take your time too.

Give him a chance.

I'm single and I like to go out.

I'd pay Enzo to go with me so the other guys would leave me alone.

But that was as far as it went.

And by what mysterious detour did he go from escort boy to writer?

I read his student work.

Enzo had real talent.

That's why I convinced him to write a novel.

In a way, you became his Pygmalion.

Editor, inspirer, sculptor...

Mind you, in the legend, Pygmalion ends up falling in love with his creation.

No, I'm not the cougar type.

And to be honest,

I prefer to hunt in my own category.

Do you really?

And what territory do you hunt in?

Depends on the game.

I won't keep you any longer.

It's my turn to ask.

When you're investigating a murder,

do you still have a little free time or none at all?

You don't want me to replace Enzo, do you?

Just because he's dead doesn't mean I'm going to stop going out.

Might as well be with someone I can trust.

Escort boy.

I don't see why not.

I hope I end up better than Enzo.

There is one small detail,

but who's going to stop at that?

So there's a flaw in your armor.

Wake up!

Here you go, Borel.

- Something to put you back on your feet. - Thanks, Captain, you shouldn't have.

I'm sorry I can't stay for the debrief.

I've got rehearsal in 20 minutes.

I was sure he was going to be selected.

He's got it in for us.

I hope you're not sleeping in separate rooms because of me.

We won't give you the satisfaction.

Anyway, I promise not to look when he's naked.

But that won't be necessary.

I remind you that the show is for women only.

Damn! I was looking forward to it.

We're going to read.

The manuscript of Enzo's unfinished novel.

Hot stuff, according to his editor.

Too bad he died before finishing it.

Unless he was killed for just that reason.

To prevent him from finishing.

Yes, great!

Perfect!

Great.

Enzo's successor is great.

Well, you didn't take long.

Handsome with that.

Aimé, you must be a little tired.

Come on, guys, that's enough for this morning.

Well done, gentlemen!

Your new dancer seems to be really good.

Yeah, it's amazing how quickly he picks up the choreography.

You'd think he'd done it before.

Amazing, indeed.

Did you know Enzo was writing a novel?

No, not at all.

Too bad, because it's about you.

About me?

I'll read you an extract.

It's about a couple who run a Chippendales club.

Sort of like you.

The club was run by Eric, a model turned stripper,

and his wife Naïma, a former dancer

who had fallen into the dope scene.

Eric had saved her from the abyss,

and since then they'd lived for each other, like inseparable birds

who choose to let themselves die when the other dies.

He had hidden his literary talents from us.

Eric and Naïma, nothing to do with Etienne and Noémie.

Except for the initials, perhaps.

And what's the difference now that he's dead?

Your husband didn't know either? Eric? Sorry, I mean Etienne.

Just ask him, he's in the gym.

Right next to the dressing rooms.

Okay, I'll leave you to it.

Between women, you may have some confidences to share.

Take a look at Chapter 5, it's hot.

I've been meaning to ask you,

your husband undresses every night in front of dozens of strangers.

Doesn't that make you jealous?

It's all part of the show.

But you wouldn't understand, since you're directly involved.

Here it is, the secret of your fitness.

Two hours a day.

Not everyone can be a chippendale.

You have to stay flexible, maintain your body, follow a diet.

It's not just about dancing.

A real priesthood.

A real pain in the ass.

Would you like to try it?

As long as you push with your arms.

I can do that.

Pushing wheels, pushing cast iron, it's not much different.

The bench is yours.

What's this?

A book Enzo was writing.

It's directly inspired by his life at Le Narcisse.

He would have told me about it.

I've selected a passage for you, the post-it.

Eric had taught me the tricks of the trade.

He'd put his trust in me and more.

And I was just using him.

In the end, he was just the raw material

from which I extracted my novelistic material.

You welcomed him into your family

and he, in his own words, was just using you.

That's not very nice.

I obviously underestimated your strength.

He also mentions a secret in your relationship.

That was supposed to be the last chapter, I think.

Except that his killer beat him to it.

And then what?

You're asking me to finish his novel posthumously?

Sorry, I don't have much imagination.

I could be your ghostwriter.

That won't be necessary. Nobody tells me what to do with my life.

You're still below your potential.

Let me know if it's too heavy.

Come on!

Enzo was like a son to me.

Do you know Caesar's last words before he was assassinated?

Tu quoque mi fili.

You too, my son.

Except that Brutus killed his father, not the other way around.

If you want to be witty with me, try to find a suitable inference.

Chippendale doesn't mean moron.

End of the workout.

So, you proposed to your editor that you finish Enzo's novel.

That's a load of rubbish.

I've always dreamed of being a writer.

At least let me try.

It'll give me something to do when I retire.

What did you want to show me?

Come and have a look.

I thought you were working.

But you're just watching naked guys.

It was Legrand who tipped me off.

See, it wasn't such a bad idea after all.

That was a month ago.

Okay, he took a beating.

And now, look at Enzo.

It's becoming clearer.

A month ago, Enzo got into a fight with a colleague.

Now it's time to ask your favorite undercover

to do the after-sales service.

What the hell are you doing here?

Oh, fuck!

Wait! What are you doing?

You think I didn't notice your game, Mr. King of Dancers?

I can explain, but don't do anything stupid, okay?

Too late.

Damn, you should have seen your face!

- So, did it work? - Totally!

We'll let you regain your composure.

What the fuck?

How do you like your tan?

- Medium or toast? - What do you want?

You think I'm intimidated by you? You're a cop.

Bad luck, I left my card in the checkroom.

You look a little pale to me.

You're pale!

I just want to know why you got into a fight with Enzo last month.

I won't tel you anything! And I'll press charges.

And on what grounds, smart-ass?

Sunburn?

Damn, weren't you the last customer?

Aimé, help me, he's completely nuts!

Get out!

Case closed.

Where were we?

Yes, we were talking about cooking times.

Okay, stop, stop! All right!

It's true, we got into a fight.

See, it wasn't so hard.

Can I ask why?

Enzo was always showing off.

With the chicks, with Etienne.

And one night, it really pissed me off,

so I provoked him in the locker room, but nothing serious.

Except that he beat you up.

And to get even, you decided to poison him.

Are you crazy? I didn't kill him, I had nothing to do with it.

Why should I believe you?

Because it wasn't me who had a real reason to be

Be more precise, my thermostat's tickling.

No, no, please, okay.

One night I saw Enzo go into a downtown hotel with a chick.

The chick was Noémie Sorlin.

You could have hit me less hard.

Sorry, it had to be believable.

Hello!

Can't get enough of me?

I promise you, if I put on a carnival show, I'll save a seat for you.

Great, I love dressing up.

We've got two pieces of news for you.

One good and one bad.

I'll let you tell the good news.

The good news is that we think we've identified Enzo's killer.

The bad news is that it's probably your husband.

This is all you found?

We've learned that you've been doing the hippity-dippity with Enzo.

Still, it's only human.

Beauty is irresistible.

You're completely off the mark.

Etienne, wounded in his virility, wanted revenge.

And you think I didn't know?

Good program.

You could make a killing on a cable channel.

This is proof that Noémie and Enzo were sleeping together.

Not that you knew about it.

With you, even Saint Thomas can get dressed.

You told me about a family.

I didn't think it would go this far.

It's got nothing to do with that.

You don't have to tell them.

They'll find out eventually.

Two years ago, I was operated on for prostate cancer.

I was saved but became impotent.

I can't get it up anymore.

Noémie is young and beautiful.

And she needs to make love.

It might as well be with someone we know.

The deal is that I'm there and she changes partners regularly.

If I'd had to kill all her lovers,

we could have opened a graveyard.

Love can certainly take strange byways.

Still, they're as close as the knuckles of a hand.

It takes a lot of faith in each other to do something like that.

You'd better keep an eye on Legrand.

In case they're looking for a replacement.

How funny!

Etienne Sorlin's medical records.

It confirms what he told you.

It's a shame.

I liked jealousy as a motive.

But maybe I'm not looking in the right place.

An intuition, Mr. Writer?

I don't know yet, but it's worth a visit to my editor.

Has the apprentice writer run out of inspiration yet?

The writer's fine.

It's the escort boy who's visiting.

I hadn't planned anything, so I thought maybe you could hire me for the evening.

The rule is, it's the client who calls.

You know, me and rules...

Yeah, I'm not surprised.

Anyway, it'll be better than dwelling on Enzo's death.

Thank you.

I assume you have a plan?

Surprise.

You again?

This is Florence Orsini.

She was supposed to edit Enzo's book.

I wanted to get your opinion on the last chapter of his novel.

Well, the title. It's all we've got.

Playing with fire.

Do you think Enzo meant to evoke the special relationship

he had with you and your husband?

Go ahead, shout it from the rooftops while you're at it!

Oops.

Sorry, it slipped my mind.

But when you think about it, you have something in common.

You also had a special relationship with Enzo?

What do you mean?

Enzo was my escort boy, before I became his editor.

He was strong-minded.

Yes, he was.

And you know what I think?

You were both very close to him and you could very well have killed him,

either because of the other, out of jealousy or spite.

Your game doesn't amuse me anymore!

Yes, you're pushing things a bit too far.

Guys like him are very hard to catch.

It's even harder to lose them.

I can understand why you'd rather get rid of him

than have to share him with someone else.

Given the nature of our relationship, it doesn't make sense.

And you know very well why.

I know you find it hard to believe, but I've never slept with Enzo.

Love doesn't have to be consummated to be passionate.

That's enough!

Either you've got the facts and you're going to question me properly,

or you're going to let me do my job and stop messing up my relationship!

Congratulations on your plan, it's off to a great start.

What do you have planned next?

This literary discussion has made me thirsty.

Haven't you?

I think my stint as escort boy ends here.

So soon?

Not even an arrest?

Police custody?

Let me remind you that since the fall of the Ancien Régime,

justice has ceased to be expeditious.

I hope I at least remain in the suspect camp.

Don't worry, I've got my eye on you.

That good?

So, you're going to accompany me back to my place.

For a nightcap.

You know how it is.

Deontologically, I'm obliged to keep my distance.

Yes.

On the other hand,

deontologically,

I really want to kiss you.

Borel, how are things with Eva?

Perfect.

No, sorry, I was on to something.

Rather promising.

Still needs a little more work.

Okay, I'll take over from here.

Slight change of plans.

Let's have a nightcap at my place.

You prefer to play on your own turf.

Family obligation.

I'm glad to see that

some essential functions have not been affected.

In my misfortune, I was lucky.

Plus, I got to keep my job.

Yes, that's true.

I'd completely forgotten you were a cop.

What if I'm the murderer after all?

I'll arrest you.

Really?

Do you mind?

What's up, Eva?

Can't you sleep?

What are you up to?

That's the lady's scarf.

You're packing the lady's bag.

At your age!

And all's fallen.

All good things must come to an end.

If I've read correctly,

this is a contract Enzo signed last week with a major Parisian publisher.

Yes, and he passed it on to me.

It's done between colleagues.

Why didn't you tell us he'd betrayed you?

Are we on formal terms now?

Out of self-respect.

It's not easy to admit

you've been the butt of the joke.

You also hid the fact that you met him a few hours before he died.

It's written in black and white on your diary.

What was this meeting about?

I wanted to confront him directly.

He had betrayed me without any scruples.

He thought it would be quicker to sign with a Parisian publisher.

It went fast, indeed.

He even died prematurely.

When I saw him again,

I realized I didn't blame him.

I'd played, I'd lost.

Even in betrayal, Enzo remained irresistible.

You, on the other hand, are no longer very credible.

You should have told us all this earlier.

It was in her bathroom wastebasket.

Digitaline.

No, wait, I've never had that in my house.

They say all that.

Fred, I didn't kill Enzo, I swear.

Do you think I'm stupid?

Because of your affairs, the procedure may be cancelled.

And we'll have to release her.

That's not important.

How can you be so glib?

Do you believe in the vial trick?

I don't buy it for a second.

It's served to us on a platter.

Yeah, well, it's a bit obvious.

If it's not her, we've got nothing.

Back to square one.

I was hoping to free Legrand.

I understand your frustration.

But I may have another lead.

Or maybe I don't.

I hate it when you do that.

I feel like a mouse in the paws of a big tomcat.

Hairy and disgusting.

Camille, it's me again.

I just wanted to tell you that

things are going really well with Eva.

She's even given me a hand with my investigation.

I'm a very happy grandfather.

Let us hear from you, please.

We need you.

We miss you.

Bye.

You can't see it, but something's changed.

I'm beginning to think you're in love.

Don't get on your high horse.

I've come to apologize.

The murder weapon was found at of Florence Orsini's, the publisher.

All we need now is her confession, but that shouldn't be long.

It's a shame, you'd make a good murderer.

- You never stop. - I arrest the guilty ones.

It's hard to mourn what you used to be.

Still, my accident had a positive effect. I no longer judge people.

You've lost the illusion of omnipotence.

But your certainties remain the same.

For me, it's the opposite.

My disability is invisible,

and the show keeps me under the illusion.

But inside,

I'm just a guy watching his wife get fucked by another guy.

Noémie loves you. Unconditionally.

To life and death.

Yeah, you're right.

To love. And to Noémie.

To life and death.

I almost forgot, I have a small favor to ask you for tonight's show.

I think you'll like it.

Good evening, ladies.

I'm here incognito.

I'm counting on your discretion. I didn't want to miss this.

I've reserved the best table for you.

You'll have a front-row seat to our new dancer.

If you think I've waited until tonight to discover his talents...

Yes, but you've never seen him like this.

Believe what you like.

- On the house. - Thanks.

Le Narcisse wishes you a pleasant evening.

Good evening!

Are you asleep in there?

Good evening!

Welcome to all of you who have come here tonight.

I know you've come from all over the region and even further afield

to admire the hottest guys on the whole coast!

It's happening here, it's happening at...

Le Narcisse!

I never imagined Legrand like this!

He totally rocks!

- He's got a great body! - Yeah, okay.

I mean...

There you go!

Here, this is for you!

- Where's it from? - A courier.

They say it's important.

Something wrong?

I'm fine.

Welcome back to the hottest show on the coast.

You're about to meet a new...

Police! Don't move!

What's going on here?

Oh, wow!

Let me take your place.

Jealous?

I don't see why anyone else would enjoy it.

That was you?

Yes.

I write in my spare time too.

Now, if you'll put away your gun, I'll show you a movie.

Unless you intend to kill me.

By all means.

If you want to watch porn, I've got everything you need at home.

No, you don't.

And that's what your eyes say.

My eyes?

At first, they were riveted on Etienne's.

You were making love to him.

Indirectly, of course.

But little by little, you closed them,

as if you wanted to forget him.

This is the last film your husband made.

Now you open your eyes and it's Enzo you're looking at.

It's your eyes that have betrayed you.

It was just an erotic game at first.

I was excited to see Etienne enjoy the show.

But with Enzo, it got out of hand.

That's why you went with him to the hotel.

Without Etienne.

The receptionist confirmed it.

I realized we were falling in love with each other.

And that was just not possible.

I feel sorry for you, really.

Your dilemma must have been terrible.

Etienne is the man in my life, the only man.

I'm still alive today because of him.

What binds us is stronger than anything.

But with Enzo, it had already gone too far.

He was young and wanted to tell him everything.

That would have destroyed Etienne.

So you decided to kill him.

I had no other solution.

We made love at his place.

It was the last time.

He didn't know.

I made him his orange juice while he showered.

And I added some digitalis.

I remember he was late for his striptease.

He drank his orange juice in one gulp.

And he gave me his best smile before leaving.

I had to think very hard about Etienne not to break down

and call him down the stairs.

Did you plant the vial in Florence Orsini's apartment?

When I was a drug addict,

I'd learned how to break into houses.

To steal money, jewelry.

It was easy for me.

Please don't tell Etienne the truth.

It would hurt him too much.

I still need a motive to arrest you.

All you have to do is tell him that I killed Enzo

because he was about to reveal our intimate life in his novel.

And that's exactly what he did in his last chapter.

Have you read it?

I'm the one who got his computer.

You're my girl!

She's so cute.

Especially when she's asleep.

The prodigal son returns!

Do you know you made a huge impression last night?

Don't you want to start a career as a chippendale?

No, I'm far too modest for that.

Are you really?

That's a shame.

It wasn't always so.

From the archives of Nice Matin.

The photo was taken 10 years ago.

No way!

Yes, well, it was to pay for my law studies.

Dad?