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Damn, what a night!

I'm sobering up. Everything's fine.

We had a skinful!

I've got a thousand nags galloping in my head.

But I'm as fit as a fiddle.

That's why they'll make me head of CID.

"Commander Caïn". I can't believe they're considering you.

Get used to it. In 3 months, I'll be your boss.

Look at that.

Pickpocket at 2 o'clock.

There!

One wallet stolen.

- A real professional. - You'll need good legs.

- No can do, sorry. - I can't even stand.

So it's up to me.

Re-trial Part 1

He gave you the runaround!

I'm not even out of breath.

He has nimble fingers and legs made of lead.

Adrien, it's your call. Shall I hand him over?

Fred, behave.

A thief on my patch isn't good for publicity.

- Shall I get rid of him? - Keep him away from me.

- I'll... - No. It's all a mistake.

Come on, out!

I don't believe it!

Easy! Is that all you have to do?

Day's gotta start somewhere.

- CID, I don't believe it. - Come on!

Campanile!

- Present for you. - I'm snowed under. What is it?

Pickpocket. Come on, Simon!

- Be nice. - OK. Come on, you.

Thanks.

I want a favour in return. Are we on?

We're on. Everybody's on!

Shh!

That's the last time we saw Lieutenant Simon Campanile alive.

That night, David Wilcker shot him.

It's for us to decide on David Wilcker's guilt.

Refrain from making such remarks.

He was convicted 7 years ago.

Giving him a re-trial is absurd.

Fred, please.

Correct procedure was followed.

No new evidence has emerged to put that in doubt.

I admire your certainty.

We'll look at the new evidence,

as well as your investigation methods.

Will we look at Wilcker's personality, too?

You can't persuade me that thug changed in prison.

I've seen him close up.

I know what he's like.

We will determine whether his incarceration for murder

was the result of police persecution.

Yours in particular, Captain Caïn.

And yours, Commander Moretti.

- That judge is playing us. - She hates cops.

And I hate judges who hate cops.

You should have destroyed the evidence.

I know!

Gaëlle gave it to her, that's obvious.

That's her new evidence. The judge is all over us.

We deny it. We never knew about it.

We're going down, Fred.

- They'll make an example of us. - Stop.

She wants us to make a mistake.

No-one will ever know what happened.

We stick together, Jacques. Don't give up.

Yeah, right, don't give up...

David?

What's going on? Why did you want to see me?

Your document is explosive.

But you must let us tell the judges

where it came from.

I didn't agree to that. I can't do that to Fred.

You must testify.

The judges must know it came from your ex-husband.

I can't do that. I'm sorry.

You've already done a lot, Gaëlle.

I can never thank you enough.

- Her testimony... - I just want to get out!

I don't want to hurt Caïn.

Someone like you believing I'm innocent is amazing.

You're the first one in 7 years.

- The judges will too, David. - I hope so, Gaëlle.

- You're sure he's guilty? - His place is in prison,

paying for a crime he committed.

What are you hiding?

I know you of old. What is it this time?

Did you bend the rules?

Ignore certain leads? Force confessions?

We had an agreement.

No personal stuff.

Fred...

I wasn't the same cop back then.

Really? Worse than you are now?

Is that possible?

You have to trust your intuition.

Commander Moretti was there. He wouldn't let you go wrong.

I have a suggestion.

I'll run a parallel inquiry.

Without you.

- You don't have the authority. - I'll take it.

I've had a good teacher.

I'll go through the Campanile file,

look for weaknesses the judges might find

and try to head them off.

But you have to be straight with me.

I'll have to tell Stunia.

It'll be hard for her.

Right.

Lieutenant?

Lucie...

Thanks.

Well!

Two officers call!

I'm not aware I have any of your bodies here,

unless you've brought an appetiser. Glass of formalin?

Weigh this, please.

Elisabeth...

I don't like your tone. Leave us, please.

We had to be sure before telling you, but David Wilcker

has requested a re-trial for the murder of Simon Campanile.

Shit, Simon...

Shot at point-blank range with his service pistol.

The apartment's untouched.

A burglary is highly unlikely.

- Who found the body? - His partner.

She works nights.

She came in and found him like that.

Captain Caïn.

I'm sorry.

He'd shared my life for 4 years.

Yes...

Simon was everything to me.

The colour of his lips...

I've seen many bodies, but...

The colour of his lips, the rigidity...

indicate he was killed between 22:00 and 23:00 last night.

Elisabeth Stunia is a doctor.

She's training to be a pathologist.

She has the right qualities.

A cool head, a clinical eye...

I tried to stop the first police, but...

they contaminated the crime scene.

Amateurs.

Did you see the keys in the door?

Simon always took them out so I could get in.

He knew his killer.

- Well spotted. - It's my job.

What if it was you he opened the door to?

You come home early, a domestic dispute ensues,

with a crime scene disguised by an expert in the field.

It's possible.

Except I was at work all night.

You'll have no problem checking.

Simon had a meeting last night.

With David.

David what?

I don't know. I never met him.

Simon hung around with him. I don't know what they were up to.

But being around that man, Simon became...

bad-tempered, dark...

Tormented.

Particularly about a woman.

He told me about her.

A single mother whose fate preoccupied him.

Gilardier.

Suzanne Gilardier.

Campanile bent...

Do you believe that?

If they said you were, I'd start an investigation.

He's still a cop. A colleague, too.

- Yeah. - We won't give up.

Gilardier's address.

Isn't your son going on holiday today?

- Shit, Ben! I forgot! - Tell Gaëlle you won't be there.

Whether she kills me now or later, it's all the same.

First to Suzanne Gilardier wins.

Hey, wait!

I won!

You cheated.

There's a rumpus up there.

- What are you doing? - Sign that paper!

- You'll wake my baby. - I don't care. Sign it!

No. This is my home, OK? Now get out!

I'll give you get out.

- Fucking sign it! - Let me go!

- No, I won't! - Let me go!

Police.

Are you OK? Did he hurt you?

Who do you think you are?

David Wilcker.

David?

Does Simon Campanile ring any bells?

- Yes. - Yes?

- Did you kill him, you little shit? - What?

- Did you kill him? - No! I didn't!

Don't do it, Fred!

- Did you kill Simon? - Don't let go!

I'll let you go, man.

- You're nuts! - Did you kill Simon?

Fred, that's enough! Shit! Come on!

Help me or I'll have to let go.

You didn't file a complaint?

I should have, it's true.

I'd have gone down for a reason.

But...

I wanted to protect my rackets.

I was a bad man back then.

I've had time to reflect.

They never let up.

They wanted me to take the blame for Simon.

They made sure I did.

Suzanne Gilardier?

Lieutenant Delambre. We have a few questions.

When it wasn't Wilcker, it was Simon Campanile, the cop,

who was pressurising us to go.

But you'd signed a lease.

Yes. That's why I resisted.

They wanted all the tenants out to hike up the prices.

What kind of pressure?

At first, Wilcker charmed me with good advice.

Then the cop wanted to see our accounts.

He threatened us with the tax people.

Then the building works that were completely pointless.

Just to annoy us.

Tell us about the Bensoussans. Their name comes up a lot.

The lift was out of order yet again.

That never happened before.

Mr Bensoussan took the stairs and fell.

He broke his spine and died immediately.

Wilcker wasn't investigated?

Not for that or anything else.

But I saw him leaving.

When the ambulance came, he did nothing to help.

But he had that smile...

I'll never forget that smile.

Simon used his badge to help me out.

It was just a friendly gesture.

You scare the tenants into leaving?

Yes. That's my job. It's how it is.

And is it your job to push them down the stairs too?

You mean Mr Bensoussan?

You think I'd kill someone for what I'm paid?

What about the rest?

The bonus you'll get when the building's empty?

Suzanne Gilardier told us about your threats.

Stop right there.

I used the accident to put pressure on her, that's all.

- The same would happen to her? - You'd arrest me for talking?

I could, yes.

Talking, confusing people is my thing.

I try to convince them to leave.

He's everything I detest: clean cut, no morals,

proud of harassing people.

I checked. What they're doing is totally legal.

Buy the building cheap and sell off the apartments.

Profit guaranteed.

The working class are being kicked out of Marseille.

The building was bought from the bank

by an independent financier: Karl Hoste.

Karl Hoste? We're talking high society.

Time for plan B in Campanile's murder.

I'll be nice about it. It won't take long.

That I'd like to see.

I didn't kill Simon.

How long had you known him?

2 months.

That's quite an intense friendship.

The night of the crime, you called round...

to his place. - No.

I couldn't make it. No time to tell him.

Yes. Certain things are allowed between friends.

- Did anyone see me go? - Did anyone see you not go?

- I was with a woman. - Ah!

I love alibis.

Tell me all about it.

- A married woman. - Not the mysterious married woman!

You can do better than that.

Her name's Annie Hoste.

The big boss's wife?

Some nerve you've got.

Is it love?

No, it's sex.

Nicely put.

She's crazy about you...

She'll testify.

You'll destroy her marriage. I'll lose my job.

Like you care.

I'm impulsive, but I'm discreet.

I promise I won't breathe a word.

Damn!

Does this really exist?

Evicting poor people's lucrative.

I'd like to explore Marseille's hidden treasures.

You're not going in!

"Property is theft."

I'm applying the anarchist principle.

Care to join me?

I've not had time for a swim.

- How's the water? - Police.

- We're here on an inquiry. - In our pool, obviously.

I'm testing the pH level.

Campanile...

Who did that?

Did you know him?

I organise friendly poker games.

Sometimes we invite new people for a change.

David Wilcker brought Simon Campanile.

I liked him.

To the point of hiring him to do you some favours?

I've no idea what you mean.

Wilcker told us Campanile helped him

to evict your tenants.

David organises his work as he sees fit.

Out of sight, out of mind.

All that interests you is profit.

Don't inflict your dislike for money on others.

I know the thinking.

Contempt for capitalism doesn't drive you, it's the desire

to earn more than a policeman.

Yes, I must be too dumb to own all this:

a mansion, vineyards, a pool...

But the pool's shared. I proved that.

Since when have you been Wilcker's plaything?

Stop that!

Hey!

No, forget it. I deserved it.

Wilcker says he was with you the night of the murder.

He's lying.

You mustn't believe him.

David wants her as an alibi, right?

I have absolute trust in my wife.

And I'll never protect that hoodlum.

Wilcker's an excellent poker player.

He trapped your colleague, who quickly got into debt.

After that...

he had no trouble obtaining his cooperation.

Obviously, you're a stranger to manipulation.

Believe what you want,

but I liked Campanile.

Yesterday morning I gave him 65,000 euros.

It was to pay back David

and get his freedom back.

That's a lot.

Not for me.

Wasn't it easier to fire Wilcker?

She's sleeping with Wilcker. It's obvious.

Yes, but she clearly said she wasn't.

She's scared of her husband.

But when grilled she'll confirm David's alibi.

Then we don't grill her.

David Wilcker remains a suspect.

You're twisted.

The fact that Mrs Hoste is screwing some young punk

doesn't prove she was with him at the time.

Let's not force her into providing an alibi.

The big question is: why would Wilcker kill Campanile?

He had a tame cop, in debt up to his neck,

corrupt enough to help him out.

- Why kill the golden goose? - I don't want to let him go.

Not yet.

Karl Hoste's confession,

the way he incriminated David, didn't you delve further?

You wanted Wilcker to be guilty.

I'm a beginner, but the judges are ahead...

Tina, in an investigation, everything is in doubt.

Hoste gave us another piece of the puzzle.

Campanile's debts.

That opened new leads and obviously we explored them.

We even suspected Stunia at one point.

She had an alibi, but...

anything was possible.

Second puncture wound 12 cm long

at an angle of 90 degrees.

- You like dead bodies? - I'm in a class. Can't you tell?

A practical. 1 hour to give my conclusions.

Practice for when I'm qualified.

A morbid passion for cold meat?

No.

- Disgust with humankind? - No.

I like what death reveals about their lives.

A dead body never lies.

This one didn't defend himself.

Atrophied legs, no muscular density...

Your victim was paraplegic.

Confined to a wheelchair after a building accident.

His wife couldn't stand it.

A woman who kills her husband to relieve him

of the hell which his existence had become...

Ring any bells?

Simon had big debts.

He couldn't pay them off.

That's all you've found?

I loved him.

And he loved me back.

Simon spoke well of his colleagues.

You in particular.

Such as?

That you were bright, sharp.

Arrogant, too.

Your suspicion disappoints me, Captain.

You knew about his debts.

Yes.

They made him do things that revolted him.

He tried everything to escape.

If it was David lying there, then yes.

You could suspect me of murder.

That guy ruined our lives.

Simon got the money.

He was going to pay him back.

65,000 euros in cash.

Any ideas?

Don't you understand?

I understand that Wilcker didn't need to kill him.

Simon had told David.

Once he'd paid off his debts,

he'd be his worst enemy and bring him down.

Believe me, he would have.

So you think giving him that money

was a declaration of war.

Interesting.

You could have called me into the station.

I don't like being questioned at my home, Commander.

Captain. I'm still a captain for now.

No, thanks.

I've always liked poker.

A fascinating game,

where the faces speak louder than the cards.

Is this where Campanile played?

He wasn't very lucky at cards.

So he got into debt.

And you exploited that.

Does he know you gave Campanile the money to pay him back?

Obviously not.

Does it surprise you?

With no debts, Campanile was dangerous.

An enemy who knew too much. One to be brought down.

By giving him that money, Mr Hoste set the dogs loose on you.

Why did you do that?

That is the question.

Should I tell him?

Maybe because you're possessive,

madly jealous

and you knew your wife was stuck on Mr Wilcker?

Nonsense.

There's nothing between them.

He's right, Karl.

I was with Annie.

Sorry, David, but she denies it too.

You don't have many friends.

She's lying.

I'm screwing your wife.

You're scaring him.

He's ahead on money but you're scaring him.

You're good.

He's your Frankenstein's monster.

You created him but no longer control him.

Annie will testify.

She'll never lie to protect you. You know that.

- We'll see. - Right!

Our cards are on the table.

Let play commence.

It promises to be a fascinating game.

I warn you, Caïn, I never lose.

Gambling is very democratic.

No criminals, no cops, no murderer in the room.

Just enemies who want to win.

No masters, no servants,

just kings, queens, aces...

He was a bad liar.

He kept giving himself away.

Whereas Wilcker...

A game of cards made him guilty?

It confirmed he was a cold-blooded animal,

devoid of the slightest humanity.

A monster capable of anything.

During the inquiry, Wilcker continued his dirty work:

getting Suzanne Gilardier out at any price.

She was giving her daughter a bath.

Let's rinse you now.

Chloé died 3 days later.

I was condemned for my daughter's death.

For my daughter's death!

The water was warm.

Then suddenly it was boiling.

I couldn't know.

That day I killed my daughter...

But they did it.

You don't even cry over a baby?

The works were announced.

She knew the cold water would be going off.

You little shit, I ought to...

Do it, then!

There!

Don't think about your future.

Come on, hit me!

Go on!

Don't think about your loved ones.

- He threatened you. - Drop it.

- Something's going on. - We should've put him in jail!

It's now or never. Accidental homicide.

- That's good enough. - He'd get off.

He was harassing the woman.

Can you prove he did it? The mother will pay.

- We can't just release him! - What else can we do?

A baby's dead and he'll get away with it.

If I break the rules, I'll go down.

And he knows that.

David Wilcker... I nearly worked with him,

but I was warned off. Too unstable.

He's not a team player.

Unstable in what way?

He tightens the vice and straightaway you've lost an arm.

He bites the hand that feeds him.

- But in poker, he's a big shot. - Does he cheat?

Not a bit. Better.

He undresses the cards like they were hookers.

Sit at his table

and leave your virtue behind.

Ben!

Ben?

What are you doing? Ben's at summer camp.

It's my fault.

I'm a piece of shit, Gaëlle.

- I didn't even think of you. - You're drunk again. I'm sick of it.

Don't!

How beautiful you are.

I love that you're my wife.

Let's dance.

- Come on! - It's 2:30.

I'm tired.

Come on!

I love you, Fred.

What happened to us, Gaëlle?

I don't know.

We could always talk to each other,

even in the hardest moments.

David is innocent.

Oh, no!

No.

I won't hear you say that.

I gave my all to my job. You know that better than anyone.

It's all I have left, dammit!

No-one will know where the document came from.

I'm not thinking about me, but about him!

He'll be released.

Do you realise?

Annie Hoste testified. The proof exists, Fred. You know it.

She testified just before she died.

- What are you doing here? - And you?

- Go away! - Tell them I was with you.

Wait. I don't know what we're doing here.

If Annie Hoste changes her testimony,

she'll absolve Wilcker for good.

- At least it'll be settled. - Right.

We'll question her. I hope this works.

Wait, isn't that David Wilcker's car?

Don't leave me like this!

- I can't testify. - I don't care.

There's no other way!

There's no other way, I tell you!

Tell them I was with you!

Stop! What's going on?

Well?

Got the police, eh?

- Not this time, Wilcker. - What's it to be?

- All right? - Yes.

- You saw that, Captain. - Yes...

What will he get?

Not much, sadly.

If I don't say I was with him the night of the murder...

Is that why he came?

You're nothing to him. He has no feelings.

Everything about him is fake.

We were together.

Annie, Annie, Annie...

I mean...

Anita Hoste.

This is your second marriage.

You have a daughter.

She lives with her dad in Argentina. You see her once a year.

And in secret.

Yes.

You loved your husband and he betrayed you.

Wilcker's no better.

Do you have feelings for Karl?

He gave me a respectable life.

He's far from perfect. He's a coward.

But he loves you.

And he's jealous.

If you support Wilcker, he'll never forgive you.

You're an intelligent woman, Annie!

A proud woman.

He doesn't deserve having you perjure yourself.

You'll lose everything, again.

You deserve better.

What if he comes back?

Trust me. I'll protect you.

So what do we put in the report?

David's lying.

I never slept with him.

Did Caïn ask her to retract her statement?

More or less.

They had an affair,

but nothing proved they were together the night of the murder.

Instead of letting the judges decide,

you wanted a statement that was clear, that was...

incriminating on Annie Hoste's part?

Yes.

I don't want anything to happen to you, Jacques.

Maybe you should talk to the judges.

Tell them everything.

- That would endanger Fred. - You don't have to cover for him!

You'll see what it's like when...

When you have a partner.

We are all assembled.

This court must decide whether it is opportune

to re-judge the trial of David Wilcker.

Mr Wilcker,

concerning the many police beatings that you underwent,

the facts are on record. Do you wish to invoke them?

No.

I just want my innocence to be established and end this nightmare.

At trial, two facts led to your conviction.

The first was a large sum of money found at your home.

65,000 euros,

stolen when Simon Campanile was murdered.

Why would I do that? He was going to give it to me.

We hold that the money was planted to incriminate him.

A search was conducted at the accused's home.

It was entirely above board.

I never saw the cash. You planted it on me.

Maître!

Please control your client.

Even though the officers work on the fringes of the law,

there are limits.

No new evidence is forthcoming on that point.

It does not justify re-opening the case.

Now for the second fact,

which is overwhelming.

Mr Wilcker,

you affirmed that at the time of the murder,

you were at home in the company of Mrs Annie Hoste.

My client has never stated otherwise.

Mrs Annie Hoste was dead at the time of the trial,

so the accusation relied on two successive statements

which negate your version of events.

Statements that Mr Wilcker tried to make her change by force.

We're aware of that, Captain Caïn.

We're not blind.

If Caïn and Moretti are hiding something,

we're about to find out.

We have read the document presented by Maître Lefebvre.

It is a written declaration by Mrs Annie Hoste

dated 28 July 2009.

Mr Wilcker,

you were being held on remand on that date.

You could not have influenced it.

This spontaneous testimony

took place at Marseille CID,

countersigned by the duty officer to be conveyed to Captain Caïn.

Do you recognise it?

If it was authentic, we'd have received it the same day

or the next day.

Maître, how did you come by this document?

I agreed not to reveal its source.

You realise that could prejudice your case?

It's the contents that count. The provenance is written on it.

"Marseille CID."

We have had Mrs Hoste's writing analysed.

It has been authenticated.

In this document, Mrs Annie Hoste states that she previously lied

and was, in fact, David Wilcker's mistress.

Some policemen came to see me about a letter

that Annie left.

It seems she wrote it under duress.

- What kind of duress? - I don't know.

David knew how to confuse people, to make them say things.

Mr Hoste,

time has gone by.

With hindsight,

do you think your wife had an affair with David Wilcker?

That's what he wanted people to think.

But no, never.

Never.

But knowing a man's life depended on her testimony tortured her.

David killed a cop.

He wanted to use Annie. It destroyed her.

Now he's in prison, but he deserves worse.

Karl?

I know you'll never forgive me.

I genuinely love David,

even though I know he doesn't love me.

I've screwed up.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Mr Hoste...

You knew, didn't you?

You were jealous of them.

And you let Wilcker pay for a crime he didn't commit.

She denied their affair out of fear of your jealousy.

She killed herself rather than fight for David,

fearing your reaction.

She was faced with a conflict of loyalties.

Betray him or you.

A heavy burden to carry.

But you made her lie.

It wasn't Wilcker, it was you,

Karl Hoste, who led her to suicide.

They can't prove we had the statement.

Jacques, did we do the right thing?

Wait.

Not you!

Yeah.

You idiot! I nearly fell for it.

So did I.

Annie Hoste just testified in Wilcker's favour.

It screws up everything.

She'll testify at the trial

and Wilcker will walk.

I just took a call.

Annie Hoste killed herself.

Who else has seen it?

No-one.

Wilcker is in prison.

The case is closed.

He can't get out because of this.

Let's wait and see.

What do we have?

A voicemail message from Annie.

A recording whose significance we don't know.

It proves a man is innocent.

No, it proves she'd die for him.

But it's enough to free him.

You're going to bury the proof?

Don't make the same mistake as Jacques and Caïn.

I was with David the night of the murder.

I know you'll never forgive me.

I genuinely love David,

even though I know...

The judge is about to reject Annie's confession and you bring me this.

Shit!

Karl Hoste kept the message all these years.

The idiot!

Just say the word and I'll erase it.

Could you look at yourself in a mirror?

- No. - And me?

It'd be a shame not to look me in the face.

Go on.

Are you sure?

Go on. Some faces I can't be without.

I was with David the night of the murder.

I know you'll never forgive me.

I genuinely love David,

even though I know he doesn't love me.

I've screwed up.

I'm sorry.

Given the new evidence,

this court orders

that the trial of David Wilcker for the murder of Simon Campanile

be re-judged.

In consequence,

the previous trial and its verdict are void.

Mr Wilcker, you are free to go.

You will remain at the court's disposal.

- Do you have a place to stay? - No.

Stay with me until you find somewhere.

- We'll celebrate at your place. - OK.

We're still OK.

They don't know everything.

Subtitles: ECLAIR