All language subtitles for Cain S05E07

I'll keep that. Thanks.

- Let's go.
- What is it?

Gunshots at a wedding.
Two men down.

We'll take it.

What you're trying to do
isn't a good idea.

A real crime with a real criminal
we can arrest.

Only you'd say that.

The gunman was over there,

at a distance of about 100 metres.

- Rifle?
- Winchester. We found the bullets.

Two shots, one of which
hit the archbishop's head.

An archbishop at a wedding?

Uncle to the bride, Cécile Mazars.

- As in the Mazars group?
- Yes. She's the heiress.

With influence.

Anything you buy,

they earn 50 euros.

Even my chair is made by them.

The second victim is the groom,
Alain Vidal,

the son of an industrialist.

Guests filmed it all on a phone.

I couldn't face watching it.

You can go if you want.

No, I'd rather stay.

Make a list of all the guests.

You can't be both
in front of and behind a gun.

I want to know who was invited
but didn't come.

- What shall I do?
- Help her.

Here, Auntie.
You'll feel better.

Éric,

take care of Aunt Liliane.

Now.

He's a third cousin.

We're a close family.
I feel responsible.

The first shot hit Mgr Mazars.

There was a second shot.
The killer missed his target.

- It wasn't your uncle.
- You mean it was Alain?

Your husband only shielded you.

You were the target, Mrs Vidal.

Mrs Mazars.
I've kept my family name.

That's absurd.

Excuse me.

Do you have many enemies?

Most murders are family affairs.

I know. So a family
listed on the stock exchange...

The group isn't listed. My mother
opposed it. She died in December.

Whatever the size of the wallet,

the loss of a loved one
is just as painful.

Did you lose someone recently?

A rich heiress.

Who would gain from deleting you
from the family photo?

Jean-Claude Mazars, your uncle?

Invited but absent.

I haven't seen him
since Mum's funeral.

But no.
Not Jean-Claude.

Where can we find him?

I have a photo of me here aged 8.

Cowboy hat, fringed jacket,
cap gun.

My father had bought me
the full outfit.

He loved westerns
even more than I did.

Moretti adored westerns.

The amusement park
now belongs to the Mazars group.

I saw some great shows here.

Actors would fall
from the saloon roof,

then get up and take a bow.

When you see that at 8,
you think death doesn't exist.

Hey, you!

He won't get away with it!
I'll go to a tribunal... Let go!

- I'll tell all!
- Nothing's settled.

We keep this place alive!

We want to keep everyone alive.

Police.

We're not even on strike
and you call the cops?

Sylvie.

The boss is laying people off.

We're here to see Jean-Claude Mazars.
Are you family?

She's his cousin.
He won't be firing her.

- Don't talk nonsense.
- Nonsense, is it?

The Mazars protect each other.

They keep the best jobs
and we can drop dead.

Unless they kill each other first.

Is this Jean-Claude Mazars?

I see.

Thanks for your trust.

Speak to you soon,
Chief Superintendent.

Fred, come in.

Information on Jean-Claude Mazars.

Martine Mazars
spent the morning in the park.

Thanks, Tina.

Why would I do that?

We haven't spoken to her in weeks.

I gave the Winchester
to the park 2 years ago.

It's not unique.

Say something, dammit!

And stop looking at me like that.

You and Cécile called each other
20 times in the last 3 days.

You're both lying.

It was professional stuff.

The park's being restructured.

I meant
we've had no personal contact.

- Got a cigarette?
- Pardon?

- A cigarette.
- Yes.

What is this?

You could've gone
to her place, called her,

told her to come alone.

And waited for her.

A face-to-face duel.

A clean fight.

That's how it's done in westerns.

The first to fire.

You're a nutcase.

We're losing him.

But you decided
to fire into the crowd,

hidden behind a gun,
in the middle of a wedding.

Caïn, come with me.

We shouldn't have taken the case.
You're out of it.

None of us is in a fit state.

You wanted to unite the team, but...

you're not a superhero.

Jean-Claude Mazars is in debt.
His park is badly run.

Cécile Mazars refuses to help him.

We have a motive.

We have to find the weapon
and break him.

You should've said that to him,
not me.

You can't do it alone, Fred.
You need back-up.

Let me help you.

Why did we come in here to talk?

Until they name Moretti's successor,
they've asked me to step in.

- It should've been you.
- No. You're more solid than me.

- Fred...
- I'm glad it's you.

Better than some guy parachuted
in from Paris. For all of us.

You deserve it.

I wanted to drop the case,
but the Superintendent refused.

- We have to see it through.
- Then we will.

You can count on me... boss.

How's Alain?

The bullet pierced his lung.

The doctors put him in an induced
coma but they're confident.

How touching. Sit down.

You may be talking to the man
who pulled the trigger.

He's innocent.

You're wrong.

After you,

he's the next in line.

You knew he needed money.

You refused to help him.

He was going to sell off OK Corral.
That's a reason to hate you.

Yes, I threatened to sell my shares.

We both knew you were bluffing.

He'd never squander
the family's capital.

I'm a bad manager, I admit.

I'd be in trouble
if not for Cécile's admonitions.

Wow!

It's a royal lineage.

But someone wanted to kill
the queen bee.

There's no score-settling
in our family.

Except with blank cartridges
to entertain the public.

No Mazars would ever kill another.

Having fun?

Actually, no.
I'm a little disappointed.

I was hoping for a confrontation
like Duel in the Sun.

You have nothing
against Jean-Claude.

So please let him go immediately.

The Mazars don't make the law
in this town, miss.

I want to see your superior.

That's me.

I don't make the law.

But my lawyer will act on my behalf.

And on Jean-Claude's,
if necessary.

I didn't put the police on to you.

It must have been awful.
I'm sorry.

If by tomorrow I haven't received
the deposit you promised me,

you'll have a reason
to feel sorry, believe me.

Lucie's acting commander.

So I'll need you with me
on the ground.

If I'd gone in a minute sooner,
Jacques would be alive.

If I'd arrested Valérian
instead of setting him free,

if we hadn't screwed up
7 years ago...

We're all guilty of "if", Tina.

The real culprit is dead.

And he took Jacques with him.

We were going to marry.

It was a wonderful dream.

Can you sleep at night?

I don't even know
how I'm carrying on.

I find this helps.

Two at night does the trick.

- Thanks, but...
- It's just natural herbs.

Take these too.

They give you a boost
during the day.

We'll need them.

Excuse me.

- She'll get used to it.
- I doubt it.

Death around 2am.
The bullet entered under the chin.

Gunpowder on the fingers.
Nothing that rules out suicide.

Nothing that confirms it either.

So, will Lieutenant Delambre
keep you reined in from now on?

I was a willing victim,
unlike our dead body.

The bullet that killed Moretti
is still doing damage.

Take care of yourself, Caïn.
We're all suffering.

We'll soon know if it's the gun
that killed the archbishop.

If so, there's no doubt.

He felt the vice tightening and...

Your view?

I can't see him
copping out like that.

Why do you insist on making
everything so complicated?

I like complications.
It's in my nature.

Complicating things won't help you
cope with your grief.

I know from experience.

What do you see over there?
And there?

Thanks.

Hello, everyone.
Thank you all for coming.

I know it's not easy for some...
for all of you.

After last night's tragedy,

the company will not now be sold.

I want to reassure you of that.

But as the new manager,

I must balance the books.

There will be some lay-offs.

But my methods will be
totally unlike my predecessor's.

You'll be interviewed one by one,

regardless
of Jean-Claude's decisions.

- So what will it be based on?
- It's very simple.

You'll be arranged in 4 lines.

The first is the royal line.

Long-term contract guaranteed.

Next, the second-
and third-degree Mazars.

Short-term contract.

Then those related by marriage;
they may have to go.

Anyone not in the family
may as well leave now.

Only joking.

These family privileges don't exist.

I guarantee that.

As proof, I'm going to appoint
one of you manager.

Someone unconnected to the Mazars,

and in whom
you have complete trust, as do I.

- Éric Romans.
- Yes!

Good call.

These were everywhere last week.

Even in town, outside my house.

- Jean-Claude had them removed.
- Apparently not all of them.

Didn't it worry you?

The staff were on edge.

Jean-Claude's firing them.
I'm not paying them.

Pure provocation.

Anyway, now we know it's unrelated.

Yes. His suicide...

You don't seem very upset.

A real ice queen.

I cried a lot when my mother died.
I have no tears left.

And your first act
was to organise a staff meeting?

What did your parents do, miss?

My family has been in business
for 5 generations.

I soon learned
what my responsibilities would be.

Running a firm is about
taking decisions quickly,

and not showing one's emotions.

Your nights can't be pleasant.

Your uncle's suicide
looks like a confession.

Was he the gunman
at your wedding?

I was wrong yesterday.

Jean-Claude was resentful,
it's true.

My mother couldn't have children,
then I came along.

He always thought
he'd be number 1 in the group.

But... do you think
he resented me to that extent?

Well...
I'm no expert on such matters.

- In any case, the mystery is solved.
- But...

I too have intrusive subordinates.

But we won't kill her.
She's still training.

Mrs Mazars,

I hope our next meeting
will be a more pleasant one.

Well done, Captain.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

- Subordinate!
- No, you were perfect!

- You should've seen it, Borel.
- I wasn't invited.

See what?

Tina's a ferocious interrogator.
Really cutting. I love it.

- Not missing me, then.
- Is this a plot or what?

I've got something
to make you think.

- You didn't get bored, then.
- I didn't have time.

I didn't know Moretti
worked so hard.

I thought the case was closed.
Suicide.

Don't spoil my good impression
by being naive.

The Captain
doesn't believe in suicide.

Unless the killer has proof.

Attempted murder of Cécile Mazars.

2 collateral victims,

and the murder of J.C. Mazars.
Common theme?

- The price put on their heads.
- By whom?

Posters were put up
outside Cécile Mazars's house.

Check if there are any cameras.

Announcing their crimes by poster...

Rule nothing out. The Winchester
was the same as the wedding one.

Someone wants this case solved fast.

Put Éric Romans's picture back up.

The uncle's death
means he gets promoted.

Éric Romans, abandoned child,
raised in an institution,

homeless at 20,

several arrests for drunkenness.

4 months ago he gets this job
and goes straight.

You've worked really hard!

Tina, speak to the staff.

- And you?
- I'm going to rest.

Tomorrow I'll go back to having fun.

If I was in a western,
what part do you see me playing?

What's all this?

Isn't the case closed?

Er... Yes, it is.

But I needed a distraction.

Including you in one of our shows
is impossible.

I just want a small role,

even as an extra.
Just once.

You never answered me.

Did you lose a loved one?

- My best friend.
- My condolences.

Nothing's more precious
than a friend.

You're not as cold as you seem.

My mother always said...

"Coldness is the first quality
in a man destined to lead."

It's a quote from Napoleon.

Napoleon's not doing it for me.

But cowboys and their pistols...

Please.

- A childhood dream!
- Yes!

It's a great job we do.

You must be relieved.

Yesterday the firebrand,

today you're
the new boss's best friend.

- Friend or partner?
- Partner.

Right.
What role do you want?

Cowboy, Indian, undertaker,
harmonica player, anything goes.

Legless cripple.

I like her impertinence.

I'd have preferred a character part,
but why not?

Give it a go.

It must have been a surprise
to be made head of the park.

4 months in the job,
and no royal lineage.

You must be proud, Éric.

May I call you Éric?

Between performers.
Quite a promotion for a tenderfoot.

Éric deserved it.
He created all the new shows.

Ha-ha!

Excellent!

The Mazars need soldiers like you.

You'll slim down the firm.

I want to limit the redundancies
and enlarge the park.

The battle's already lost, Éric.

But we'll fight till the end.

Remember the Alamo.

Cécile trusts him,
and we're all behind him.

You've had quite a meteoric rise.

You're from the streets, like me.

A reject,

forced to sleep in stables,

to beg for a few cents.

Who told you that?

An orphan of white parents,

raised by our tribe,
far from civilisation.

How come big little brother
found himself on this reservation?

Thanks to Cécile.

No-one had ever trusted me before.

Jean-Claude Mazars's death
was just what you needed.

I wonder if I shouldn't let you stew
in jail till the judge gets here.

Maybe you killed him.

I've got it.
Would you like to play a villain?

A Mexican
who gets lynched in public?

That's quite a character part.

You'll be tied to a horse
with a rope round your neck...

On the watchtower roof,
I aim my rifle.

I have one bullet to set you free.

- Are you a good shot?
- Very.

Then I want a real bullet.

One shot. Just one.

My life is in your hands, hombre.

You're not serious?

I need to have some fun.
Let me do it.

Kill yourself elsewhere!
I forbid you to do it.

Don't act the big boss with me,
Lieutenant.

- Commander.
- Acting Commander.

- We know nothing about Romans.
- I want to find out.

I got the CCTV footage.

- The bill poster?
- Was it Sylvie Favre?

- How did you know?
- It's not complicated, Einstein.

She defended her job
and her fiancé's tooth and nail.

The posters were an act of insolence

to denounce her bosses.

- There's something else.
- I was going to tell them.

Well, what is it?

OK, I put them up.

I wanted people to see
we were hostages to the Mazars.

You may have gone further.

You may have fired at her
and at him.

No... No.

Not to save jobs, no.
But for this.

This footage was taken
the night of the murder.

But it could've been from earlier.

That's impossible.

Éric would never do that.

It got him a promotion, though.

The video was taken
at 1:30 in the morning.

So you were alone.

Mr Mazars was killed at 2am.

But... Why would I kill him?
He had nothing to do with it.

When did Éric get home?

- And your conclusion is?
- Éric Romans is your lover.

He may have been jealous
seeing his beloved marry another.

One with better breeding.

Does that amuse you?

The idea that Éric would kill me
so as not to lose me is cockeyed.

He appears subdued, but...

Since he was abandoned as a baby
at the Hespérides home,

nihilism is a fact of life for him.

When you've lived on the streets,

you don't expect much.

And Jean-Claude's suicide?

He made him carry the can.
He's very good at staging scenes.

You think I'm naive enough

to have an affair
with a man who kills my family?

Let's imagine something else, then.

You seduced Éric
so he'd wipe out the Mazars.

That's better.
Now I have a starring role.

But what do I gain?

Any suggestions?

The pleasure of seeing them die.

You're not the type.

But of course! It's obvious.
Your uncle.

Jean-Claude finds out
about your affair with Éric

and blackmails you: "Bail out
the park or I tell your husband."

Éric kills him in your defence.

You're totally wrong,
except on one point:

my marriage is one of convenience.
- Ah. You like money.

Now that does fit.

The marriage benefits us both,

and each of us is free
to love others.

No-one could blackmail us.

So is Éric no longer a suspect?

Éric is a good person.
He's the soulmate I longed for.

- What did you say to Sylvie?
- Oh, amigo!

Don't pull the trigger just yet.

You're unbelievable!

Sylvie has left me!
Left me!

You have Cécile to console you.

There's nothing
between Cécile and me!

Just affection.
And you're accusing me of murder?

Not if you're a good shot.

What do you mean?

At the wedding,
the gunman missed twice.

I warn you, the bullet will be real.

Bravo!

Hang him! Go on!

Hang him!

Nice of you to come.
How was I?

Irresponsible.
All that to prove what?

That if Éric is our gunman,
we got it wrong.

You realised that before
or after he shot at you?

You saw him at work.
He hits home every time.

If he's guilty, the Monseigneur
wasn't killed by a stray shot.

He was the target.

No Éric Romans in
Monseigneur Mazars's diary. Sorry.

Who's that woman?

His sister, Mrs Mazars senior.

They were very close.

He took her confession
the day before she died.

The Lord moves in mysterious ways.
Where's the key?

What are you looking for?

I only communicate with God.
No offence.

Do you have the key?
I'd hate to cause any damage.

Cécile....

Cécile.

The Monseigneur took them down,
I don't know why.

Anything unusual
leading up to his death?

Did he seem preoccupied?

Actually, he wasn't all that keen

on officiating at Cécile's wedding.

Maybe it was a premonition.

Do you mind?

A week ago
he went to the Hespérides home.

Are the handcuffs necessary?

Your talents as a gunman
inspired me.

To destroy other people's lives.

Did you meet Mgr Mazars
through Cécile?

I didn't know him.

He seemed to know you.

You and Lana, your twin sister.

Your parents abandoned you
at the Hespérides home.

What happened to Lana?

We tried to find her.

No trace of her adoption file.

I hope she's OK.

We're wasting our time.

Questioning Cécile Mazars
won't get us anywhere.

She's as solid as a rock.

If the DNA test proves
they're brother and sister,

we'll have enough to charge him.

On what basis?

That he slept with his sister
then tried to kill her?

That he killed one uncle
then another,

and regained his virtue
when given a promotion?

It doesn't stand up.

What if Cécile is behind it all?

She knows he's her brother.

She may have manipulated him.

- She hasn't killed anyone.
- That's what I'd like to know.

Is she capable of killing someone
in cold blood?

- I've got an idea.
- No! No more ideas.

Come on, then.

I'm not amused!
Why have you arrested Éric?

He has no alibi for the shooting.

He left you half an hour
before Jean-Claude died

and didn't go straight home.

We think he's involved.

I told you,
he had no reason to be jealous.

Here's my superior.
Commander, Mrs Mazars is here.

I thought the case was closed.

Jean-Claude committed suicide
because he was guilty.

Mrs Mazars,
how did you meet Mr Romans?

She said he was her soulmate.

He came asking for a job.

He said you contacted him.
Did he lie?

Mrs Mazars,

what I'm about to say
will be difficult for you to hear.

Go ahead.
I can't do it.

Éric is your twin.

You are his sister Lana,
adopted by your mother

40 years ago at the Hespérides home.

Didn't she tell you?

You can understand her.

Adoption isn't a problem
for most families.

But for the Mazars,
the name is everything.

Having no heir

would bring down the family.

She shared her secret
in a confession

to her brother, Monseigneur Mazars.

And according to Mr Romans,

he spoke to Jean-Claude,

who decided to blackmail him.

You're completely insane.

I understand.
The truth is hard to hear.

Éric didn't want to sully your name
or your reputation, but...

circumstances, his inability
to control his emotions...

led him to kill twice over.

There are still holes in his story.

Sometimes he rambles,
he says that you knew,

that he wanted to protect you.

But we know he'll talk.

Romans took Tina's gun.

Don't move.
Caïn, with me!

Careful, he's armed!

In formation, guys!

Quick! That way! That way!

Hurry up, guys!

Over there!

He's armed!
Careful, he's armed!

He's gone! Shit!

Cécile, go home.

If Éric contacts you,
call me right away.

- But...
- No. He's already killed twice

and shot your husband.
Do you want to be next?

My private number.

Yes, please.

Be careful.

- She's gone.
- Show me your list again.

"I must see you...
In Italy..."

It'll never work.

You doubt me?

- What was that noise?
- An anti-terrorism exercise.

We have to do that now.

It wouldn't be like that in Rome.

Rome?

Yes, Rome in...

- In Italy.
- "In Italy."

- They told me you talked.
- I've said nothing!

- What is all this?
- Ah!

We'll have to start from scratch.

- Where do you work?
- You know. At the OK Corral park.

- Open from midday to...?
- Midnight.

- And who is it that runs it now?
- It's me.

What is all this?

That's it.
I think we ticked all the boxes.

I think you're out of your depth.

You pulled the trigger,

but the real culprit is Cécile.
- No! She had nothing to do with it.

What do you think will matter
most to her in the end?

Her brother, or the Mazars's money?

I'll let you think about that.

If I find the answer, I'll tell you.

I won't last long in my job.

This is internal stuff.
The Prosecutor won't know.

- Jacques would've approved.
- Not of a twisted plan like this!

But we'd have done it anyway.

I think we're on.

- You're sure?
- Yes.

- Shall I call her?
- Yes.

Here we go.

- Hello?
- It's me.

I've said nothing.

Éric, where are you?
The police are after you.

Midnight.
At the OK Corral park.

How did you escape?

I don't think we should meet.
It's risky.

What is all this?

I'll give you money, you go.

Italy. Rome.

Anywhere the police can't find you.

Midnight...

at the park!

Borel, I still need your help.

Are you good at stunts?

Éric.

Captain Caïn! Come quickly!
I should've listened to you.

He wanted to see me.
I think I've killed him.

I came as fast as I could.

Police!

Don't move!
Put down your gun!

I said put the gun down!

Borel.

Nassim.

Nassim!

I'm never doing that again. OK?

Éric!

You'd have killed me.

After all I've done for you.

Take me away.
I don't want to be with her.

Come on.

I never asked him for anything.

So your lawyer will say.
But you did worse.

You got Éric out of poverty.

You gave him a family, a job.

You let him believe the fairy tale
the better to...

insinuate...

that it could all end suddenly...

if, one day,
those two men revealed

that you were brother and sister.

Éric's the only family
that counted for me.

I was brought up that way.
I'm a Mazars.

You manipulated him
to remain queen bee.

That's all you care about.

I couldn't give it up.

I'd have liked to have
a brother like Éric...

and hated to have a sister like you.

Want a lift?
I have my car.

No, I'm fine.
There's a bus in 3 minutes.

I'm not trying to take your place.

You're all making an effort
to be nice to me.

Yeah, sure.

I won't say good night.

Those are the longest hours.

See you tomorrow, Tina.

Not drinking?

May I?

Caïn? Did I wake you?

Wilcker.

We have a poker game to finish.

Why not try golf?

It's a lovely night.

One of the best of my life.

I wanted you to be the first to know.

Gaëlle has given in.

From tonight, she's mine.

Subtitles: ECLAIR