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Juliette!

What happened?

No!

CULPRIT'S FACE

Alice, hurry up! We're gonna be late!

I forgot something.

Mom, I'm going out tonight.

Where are you going?

To a Blue Parrots concert with dad.

Right. I'd forgotten.

A guys night out will do you good.

Do you realize?

They hardly ever come to Europe.

We're lucky they're in Montpellier.

The last time they were here was 2 years ago.

That's great, dear.

Were they famous 2 years ago?

What world do you live in?

Hey! Enough!

Let's go.

- Paul? - Hello.

Is that dad?

Tell him we must get there early.

Yes, go on.

A body was found at the Perrier farm.

- They have bulls. - What?

Bulls. They raise bulls here.

Just so you don't feel lost coming here,

a herd of bulls is usually called a manade.

Their watchmen are called cowboys,

and the enclosure is bouvau or bouaou.

Make me some vocabulary cards. I'm coming.

OK, sure.

See you in a bit.

- Chief. - Hi.

Her skull was smashed.

Ecchymosis, scratches...

- You see her position? - Yes.

Arms along the body, legs stretched.

Yeah, so?

It's the typical position of a displaced body.

Hey, look over there.

There and there.

These are heel traces.

You see? There's a talus, he went through there.

- Look. It goes on... - Right.

The prints lead into the enclosure.

The bull enclosure? I won't go in there.

Neither will I.

Let's wait for Léa. Chief Soler.

- Yes. - Come on.

- Do you work here all year? - Yes, I'm the bayle.

The what?

I'm responsible for the horses and bulls.

Marius is a raseteur. He helps out sometimes.

- Did you know Juliette? - Yes. Since I got here.

She was my boss' daughter.

- I can't believe it. - Did you know her well?

No, not really.

I mean, I did, superficially. But I'm still shocked.

Did she work here?

No, she was a teacher.

- Did she have a boyfriend? - We don't know.

We weren't close to her.

How come? She spent a lot of time here, right?

Aren't you all like family?

- Well, Daurier, her father... - Yes?

He didn't want her to talk to guys.

- Like a jealous husband. - Cécile!

Gadjo is lying down. He must be sick.

- Gadjo? - Our best bull.

He was doing well.

Come! I don't want Daurier to get mad!

Excuse us. It's an emergency.

So young and pretty.

- I'll never get over it. - Get a hold of yourself.

- Sure. - Let's go, Marchal.

You can go ahead.

What is this?

A heart. His murderer gave her a little gift.

A date gone bad?

- She was not well dressed. - So it wasn't a date.

Maybe he was her ex.

Chief, we found fresh tire marks 100 m away from here.

- Marchal, will you go? - Sure.

Here. It'll do you good.

Jean, don't do this.

It won't bring her back.

Hello. I'm Chief Soler.

My condolences, Mr. Daurier.

I know it's a hard time, but I must ask you some questions.

- And you are...? - Didier Hamel.

He's my neighbor. My best friend.

Jean and I have always known each other.

I don't get it. Everyone adored Juliette.

Did she have a boyfriend?

She was not that type of girl.

At her age, sir, it would have been normal.

She would have told me about it.

I understand.

So she lived at the farm, is that right?

I built her a studio so she could be independent.

Juliette...

was the best daughter a father could have.

OK, sir. I just got here.

I'll keep you posted.

Everyone agreed on one thing:

Juliette was charming, a ray of sunlight.

A perfect girl.

Right. I don't know about that.

She wasn't the cleaning type.

- Something is wrong here. - What?

It's sinister in here. There's no life.

A few old clothes... There's not even a toothbrush.

These are a month old. She didn't live here.

Nobody noticed that Juliette wasn't living here.

Maybe she wanted to remain discrete.

Maybe she secretly spent her nights with her boyfriend.

It wouldn't surprise me.

Everyone says her father didn't want her to grow up.

Also, a neighbor saw a white 4x4 last night.

The PTS found tire marks.

Try to get results asap.

Investigate her life.

Her dad took her for a saint, but he might not know it all.

- Very well. - Thanks, Camille.

Paul, Juliette wasn't living at the farm.

Let's go see Daurier.

OK, Léa. I'm coming.

What is going on?

We found the body of a young woman.

- Who? - Juliette Daurier.

Oh my God! I can't believe it! Juliette?

- And you are...? - Brigitte Hamel.

I live on the property. I'm the internal manager.

Were you close to Juliette?

Like a big sister since her mother died.

She was 16 at the time.

She needed a woman she could trust.

Why? Did she have problems?

Jean has a tough character.

He's hot-headed. It wasn't always easy for her.

- Did she tell you secrets? - What kind of secrets?

Could she have told you where she really lived?

Follow me, Ms. Hamel.

What are you talking about?

Your daughter was not living in her studio.

Are you mad? Why are you saying that?

She told Ms. Hamel. She had secretly moved.

Are you crazy?

You certainly wouldn't have appreciated that gesture.

That kind of news could have driven you crazy, huh?

What's this woman insinuating? That I killed my daughter?

"This woman..." I'm not sure.

I'm a police chief, sir.

And I'm investigating a murder.

The autopsy will tell us the time of her death.

You'll have to prove your whereabouts.

- You think I killed Juliette? - I don't think anything.

Did this object belong to your daughter?

I don't know.

Is it yours?

Anything to say, Ms. Hamel?

Brigitte.

The keychain is mine.

- You knew. - Knew what?

Don't believe that nonsense!

All I know is that she just confessed.

- Jean, don't... - Leave me alone.

Let him go. I think he needs some air.

Hi, buddy.

Mom will be a little late. Don't worry, OK?

I'll see you in 5 minutes.

Was that your son?

How will I tell him that his mother confessed

to murdering Juliette?

He'll be devastated.

- Was he close to her? - Ben is autistic.

He goes to a center.

Juliette was his teacher.

It wasn't the first time

that Juliette yelled at Ben.

So you killed Juliette

because she had yelled at him?

She slapped him this time.

So you went to talk to her yesterday evening.

- She refused to say sorry. - And you got mad...

Yes.

And then what happened?

I...

I don't remember.

I lost it. When I came back to my senses, she was dead.

What about the keychain?

It was attached to my belt. She must have grabbed it.

How were you dressed last night?

I don't remember.

Wait. A pair of leggings and a T-shirt.

What did you do with the clothes?

I burnt them to destroy any evidence.

You burnt them. OK.

Last question, Ms. Hamel.

How did you attach the keychain to your belt

if you were wearing leggings and a T-shirt?

How is it going?

We have tire mark photos to examine.

It will be impossible to find that car.

It's possible. Come on! Look.

The owner had Sahara tires put on his vehicle,

and they're almost new. That makes it easier.

OK, great.

That's a lot better.

Juliette didn't have breakfast today.

Juliette didn't have breakfast today.

Juliette didn't have breakfast today.

Juliette didn't have breakfast today.

Did you see Juliette this morning?

Juliette didn't have breakfast today.

Have you seen your mom?

What did you have for breakfast?

He has obsessions. Breakfast is one of them.

It's the most important meal of the day.

Bread and cheese, an orange juice, and coffee.

- You? - Croissants and chocolate.

- Good. - Hatari.

Why didn't Juliette have breakfast?

Because she wouldn't wake up.

What are you looking for?

Do you have the right to do this?

Sir, you and I know your wife is lying

to protect your son.

According to the state of the body,

the blood coagulation, and the wounds analysis,

she died last night between 4 and 5 am.

It was the head wound that killed her.

- What about the cheek? - You noticed.

You don't cease to surprise me, Léa.

It's very fine. I think it was a slap.

Given ante mortem.

You solved the case. They confessed, right?

That confession is no good. She's lying.

It doesn't make sense.

I must also tell you that the body was moved.

I found marks under her heels and armpits.

The skull was fractured, maybe accidentally.

She might have fallen.

How did you deduce that?

I found metal fragments inside the wound,

a kind of iron alloy.

A rusted or old object.

I also think she fell.

We have to find what she bumped her head against.

I love it when you agree with me.

Hi, Erwan? Try to find a used object

or something like that.

Yes, Chief.

Follow the footsteps.

The body was moved. Find out where she was killed.

Yes, ma'am.

Chief Soler? You were right.

I found the place where she was killed.

National Police

I'll take Ben with me. Stay with my colleagues.

What will happen now?

He's fragile. He could have a crisis.

It will be fine. Right, Ben?

I'd like to go to the match at the stadium today.

Let's go meet Camille. She's really nice.

- Does she like rugby? - I'm sure she does.

It's all my fault.

Why do you say that?

I shouldn't have abandoned them...

You don't live at the farm?

I came back recently. We've been trying.

Did you leave because of Ben?

It must be hard.

You have no idea.

So you let the mother bear it all alone,

like in 80% of cases where the child is autistic.

Sadly classic.

I hate myself for it, but that doesn't help.

- Is Ben's T-shirt at the lab? - Franck is on it.

What's up?

Everything points to Ben, but I'm sure it wasn't him.

They knew each other too well.

Maybe it was due to him that she became a teacher.

So you think he found the body and told no one?

Maybe. He lives right by.

He keeps saying that she was sleeping.

I know that doesn't explain the keychain.

We'll know more after the interrogation.

I called his psychologist.

I think that's a mistake.

Ben is autistic. It'll be counterproductive.

But he's a suspect, and we have protocols

that apply to any situation.

I'm warning you, because I know you:

We'll do it my way. Don't mess up.

- OK. - Great.

Oh... about the concert today.

Blue Parrots. How did you manage to get seats?

- They sold out months ago. - I think I forgot...

The seats?

For weeks Thomas has been saying:

"I'll go to my 1st concert with dad!" You forgot?

Don't worry. I have a friend at Rockstore.

It's not at Rockstore, it's at the Arena.

Really? That might be a bit more complicated.

You'll have to tell Thomas yourself.

You deal with it.

You deal.

You can go, Ms. Hamel.

Why is that?

We have one of Ben's T-shirts stained with Juliette's blood.

The lab just confirmed it.

I don't believe that. Ben would never kill anyone.

Ms. Hamel, you lied to us to protect Ben,

but you're convinced of his innocence. Why?

He's an ideal culprit. People have always seen him

as a monster.

Let us do our work. We're not here to accuse him.

We just want to understand what really happened.

Chief, Ben's psychologist is waiting for you.

Lieutenant Vernet will show you out.

Thanks, Éric.

- Can I see my son? - Sorry, Ms. Hamel.

He's arrested. Only a doctor or lawyer could see him.

Dr. Schwab?

Hello. Thanks for coming. Ben will be glad to see you.

No, please...

I can't believe

Juliette was ever violent with Ben.

Could Ben have been violent?

Could an autistic person behave violently?

Autism can manifest in many different ways.

Someone high on the spectrum will not smile naturally.

They learn to smile and then practice that skill.

And they don't always do it at the right moment.

But that's not Ben's case.

Ben is a more... classic patient, let's say.

He was lucky to find Juliette and to have the mother he has.

Lucky? Why?

They both taught him to open himself up to his environment.

People on the spectrum take no interest in a universe

they don't understand. They feel as aliens.

That is...?

When there is no contact,

they remain enclosed and isolated.

And yes, they can behave violently sometimes.

- Has Ben? - It can happen.

When he's frustrated

or forced to do things.

Please give me a second.

Marchal?

Marchal!

Have you seen Marchal?

Don't tell me he left with Ben.

They went for a ride. With your permission, right?

No. It wasn't with her permission.

Did he disobey her?

Paul, this is Léa. Please bring Ben back, quick.

We don't know how he could react.

He said it would relax him to go out, so...

Relax him? Of course...

Camille, talk to the psychologist.

- Still not answering? - It's not worth it.

I know what she'll say.

I once ate an oyster sorbet. It was disgusting.

- That was a joke. - No, it's true.

Oyster sorbet.

Oysters are male and female - hermaphrodites.

They free gametes into the water to reproduce.

This is when oysters get milky.

I don't like milky oysters.

Yeah. Me neither.

Ben, I found your keychain.

Thanks.

Did you put it in Juliette's hand while she was sleeping?

Yes, she likes it. And I like Juliette.

She couldn't hear me,

so I placed it in her hand.

Yes. We can sometimes get mad at people we love.

It's happened to me. What about you?

Anger is a normal feeling. I have the right to express it.

Very good.

Did you hurt her?

Did you see anyone who might have?

Why don't you want me?

- Why don't you want me? - It's OK.

Who said that to her?

Why don't you want me? Why don't you want me?

I agree, but that should have been taken to Pavart.

Yes, right.

Paul! I'll call you back.

- Where is Ben? - With Éric. It's alright.

"It's alright"?

"It's alright." You're making fun of me.

Come on. Make an exception.

I took him for some ice cream.

I don't need a moving banger in my brigade.

"Moving banger"? Good one. I'll keep it.

- OK, give it here. - What?

The keychain.

I know you took a piece of evidence out of here.

OK. Here it is.

Oh, you really did it. You're a sick man.

This evidence is sealed and can't be taken out.

You could lose your job for that.

I can't take it anymore.

You play the sniper,

you don't respect the protocol or anything else.

Who do you think I am on this team?

Someone who takes risks.

Ben didn't do it. He witnessed the attack.

There was a fight, as we thought,

but Juliette was killed by an admirer or an ex.

- Did Ben tell you that? - Yes.

In his own way, but yes.

"In his own way."

So I have no hard evidence.

You unnerve me, Paul. You really do.

- I'm out of here. - Right.

Go walk in the fields, eat ice cream,

change the protocol...

Go ahead.

- By the way...! - What?

Did you get the tickets?

No. It's incredible. Not one seat left.

I don't even know the group. Blue Carrots...

Blue Parrots.

Do you know it?

So you didn't find the concert seats for Thomas.

Let me repeat: I won't be the one to tell him.

I didn't ask you to.

OK, perfect.

But it would be a lot easier if you did it.

No, wait.

I could tell him you're not letting him go.

How pathetic.

Yes. True.

The door!

I can't take this anymore.

Do you have the list of 4x4 tire sellers?

I've gone through half the list. I'm tired.

I'll finish tomorrow.

What about you?

I'm looking at Juliette's bank records.

She often ordered Japanese food from Montpellier.

That's not close. The farm is 40 km away.

Now we'll find out where she spent her nights.

I asked him to come early!

I don't know.

Hello!

- Dad! Let's go! - Wait. Change of program.

I couldn't get seats.

- What? - It's OK.

- We'll go to another concert. - Are you mad?

I knew it.

What?

So predictable.

Come on... It's not serious. There's other bands.

You lied to me.

I didn't lie to you. I just made a mistake.

You didn't make a mistake. You just don't care.

I wanted to see that band, not just any other band.

I thought you wanted us to go...

I thought we'd just go hear some rock from any band.

- It's not rock. - It's electro.

Come on, Tom...

I had foreseen this, I admit it.

But I didn't think you'd do it.

Alice...

- Oh, it's you. - Yes.

Hello. I was expecting to find Léa.

Franck, you know she's my ex,

and the mother of my kids.

So I would appreciate it if you could stop

flirting with her openly.

- OK. - What about Juliette Daurier?

I found something.

She was hit with the back of a hand.

The bone impacted her cheekbone.

The back of a hand?

- So the murderer's right-handed. - Yes.

OK.

We took turns to stay with him all night.

- He hasn't said a word. - Thanks. Let me handle this.

Hello, Ben.

Hello.

Will you not ask me what I ate this morning?

I brought a jar of jam from home

because I couldn't open it.

I was wondering if you could please help me.

Thanks.

- He's innocent. - How do you know?

He's left-handed.

- Does that make him innocent? - Yes.

Do you think Ben will

tell us what he saw? - I don't know.

But it wasn't a good idea to keep him here overnight.

- He's more reticent now. - Sorry, Marchal.

We don't go out for ice cream with suspects.

We're bad. Very bad.

I go out with suspects, yes, but I get information.

Is it always like this between you two?

If Ben saw Juliette's murder, he's no longer safe out there.

- I agree, Chief. - Well, thank you.

Anyway, what else do we have? The tires.

Nothing yet.

Erwan is checking nearby concessionaries.

But we found out Juliette's secret.

Go on.

She had sushi delivered, always to the same address.

Whose place?

Her own. She has her name on the mailbox.

I spoke to the building manager.

The apartment was rented by Cécile Maurin.

- Cécile Maurin... - Yes.

The young girl who works at the farm.

She told us she barely knew Juliette.

- It's dad. Should I answer? - No!

He makes me sick.

It's just a concert.

No it's not.

It was THE concert I had been waiting for...

You fucked up, Dad. Big-time.

This won't be easy.

You better practice some basketball,

or he'll kick your butt.

Coffee?

- Coffee? - Yes!

- What is it with you? - Sorry.

I found a mechanic who put on Sahara tires on a 4x4 recently.

Yeah, so?

It belongs to Morelli, Daurier's competitor.

I'll text Soler.

When Juliette asked me to rent the place for her,

I didn't dare to refuse.

Why didn't you tell us?

I didn't want anyone to know. Daurier was crazy about her.

He'll fire me if he learns about this.

In her studio we found postcards signed by "Romeo."

Romeo, Juliette... Quite a story.

- Do you know who he could be? - I've no idea.

She had a boyfriend. I don't know him.

- I'm sure you do know. - No.

She only told me if her dad found out,

he would go mad.

They broke up not long ago.

Who is Morelli?

Morelli? One of our main competitors.

Competitor for what?

Morelli and Daurier are hot-headed bull rivals.

- The bulls. - Can you explain?

There's a championship in all the nearby arenas.

The men must try to grab a badge from the bull's horns.

Is it a matter of reputation?

And of money.

Daurier always wins.

The organizers pay 3000 euros

to have him 6 or 7 times during the season.

- You do the math. - That's around 20,000 euros.

Don't you want to talk to me?

What did you have for breakfast?

Did you have coffee? You love coffee.

Yes. I love coffee and croissants.

But not oyster ice cream.

No.

Are you sad?

Yes, I am sad.

I had a fight with my son. He won't talk to me.

It's your fault. It is.

Juliette also had a fight.

Was it yesterday, or before?

No, it wasn't yesterday.

Juliette was alone when you saw her sleeping on the ground.

Some other day,

you heard Juliette arguing with someone.

Someone who asked her: "Why don't you want me?"

Help me. When did it happen?

It was nighttime and I couldn't sleep,

so I went outside.

I'm not supposed to go outside.

If you saw who she was with, tell me. It's important.

Do you like me, Paul?

Yes.

I like you a lot, Ben.

I'll make you a drawing one day. I love to draw.

Especially faces. I like to draw faces.

Yes.

So that's the famous Gadjo, your champion.

With a bull like that, you can spend a life without breeding.

It's exciting to see your bull alone in the arena.

What's your relationship with Pierre Morelli?

We don't talk to each other.

I heard you had a violent fight last Sunday.

Bull raisers always argue in the arena on Sundays.

But this was more serious, right?

He accused you of paying people to weaken his bull.

Nonsense. Who told you that?

His poorly trained bull could never have won the Biòu d'Or.

What does that have to do with my daughter?

Could you bring a sample of Gadjo's urine

to the police lab asap?

Do you think Morelli wanted to kill my bull?

And who killed my daughter?

We're looking, Mr. Daurier.

We'll find out.

Find out soon.

Erwan, go get Morelli.

I'm curious to know what he has to say. Thanks.

Well... you look depressed.

Sometimes I get fed up with this job.

OK.

Ben told me who Romeo was.

The worst mistake of my life.

Your relationship with Juliette, or having lied?

Both.

I didn't leave my family for her.

It just happened.

And then everything became so hard at home.

So you decided to live a carefree life,

find a mistress, a new life...

When I realized how wrong it all was,

I stopped to come back to my family.

- When was this? - I left her a month ago.

Juliette was in love with me.

She didn't want to accept it would end like that.

She asked me all the time...

"Why don't you want me?"

Was she the one who uttered the phrase your son heard?

Yes.

It was in front of the farm.

It was late, Brigitte had gone out.

I didn't think Ben would still be up.

That was the hardest part.

To know that he discovered what I did.

Hardest for whom, Mr. Hamel?

For Ben? For your wife?

For Juliette, who is dead? Or for her father?

I'm innocent. I didn't kill her.

- Where were you at 4 am? - Sleeping, with my wife.

That's not a valid alibi, and you had a motive.

You're arrested as of 2:07 p.m.,

as a suspect of the murder of Juliette Daurier.

He's all yours.

So...? What did he say?

That he's innocent. We'll let him reconsider.

- Any news from Erwan? - No, where is he?

I sent him to see Morelli, the owner of the 4x4.

- Is your neck stiff? - Yes. Again. As usual.

Can I buy you coffee?

It's for free, Paul.

Léa, Thomas won't talk to me.

He told me that.

It's ridiculous. For a concert...?

It wasn't "a concert," it was THE concert

he had been waiting for for months.

- Can you talk to him? - No.

Please reason with him.

I reason with him when you annoy him.

- Oh, really? - Yes, really.

I tell him you're annoying, but it's just your character.

Incredible. That's just what I said to him.

Don't worry. I know my son.

- He's not resentful. - "Our son."

But he doesn't forget.

You know what? Maybe in a year...

Hello, Erwan?

Chief Marchal. Yes, I'm at Morelli's.

Did you tell me you're trained as a negotiator?

Great. Could you come to lend me a hand?

Yes, it's quite urgent.

I'll be waiting.

No, I won't move.

We got the lab results for the bull urine.

As charged as he was,

it's a miracle that he's still alive.

She got postcards signed, "Romeo."

Strange, huh?

A nice picture can do more than a long speech.

What a delicate guy.

No, really. These are quite weird.

The arenas, la Maison Carrée, the docks at la Fontaine...

They're all from Nîmes.

And they were all sent

before Hamel became Juliette's lover.

Shit! So Didier Hamel is not the real Romeo.

Chief Soler is an expert in situations like this.

She was not answering.

Shut up!

Don't move.

What do you want, Mr. Daurier?

His confession. Only he could have wanted that.

Want what?

To hurt me.

To poison my bull

and kill my daughter. - He's mad!

If it was he who did it, we have to do this legally.

How long will it be? 7, 10 years?

I lost my daughter forever.

Jean...

I swear by my children that I didn't do it!

I didn't mention your kids. You're gonna die...

Juliette wouldn't have wanted this.

She wouldn't have wanted you to become a murderer.

We will find whoever killed her.

But you have to let us do it. OK...?

Come on.

Good.

Erwan.

I told you I was there all night.

You can check.

If you were at your house with your wife,

who was driving your car

near the Daurier farm at that time?

Sorry, I didn't hear you.

- Marius Garcia. - The worker?

Did you ask him to poison Gadjo,

Daurier's bull?

My bull was better than Gadjo.

He was supposed to win the Biòu d'Or.

Since Daurier paid employees not to work, he lost.

I was losing a lot of money. I couldn't afford that.

Gadjo's death would settle it.

What did you offer Marius in exchange?

500 dollars. He needed money.

And he had something to settle with the Dauriers.

- Really? What? - He loved the girl.

But Daurier went crazy when he saw them together.

Mr. Garcia?

Did you change your vehicle?

- Why do you ask? - Weren't you driving a 4x4?

We have a few questions for you. Follow us.

Marius Garcia, you're 24 years old

and a champion at the camarguaise.

This means you risk your life to grab badges

placed on bulls' horns.

Free-running bulls.

That must be quite an adrenaline rush.

Why am I here?

Did Morelli pay you to poison Gadjo,

Daurier's bull?

Why do you believe him?

Because he's rich? Because he's a boss?

He also told us

you had something to settle with the Dauriers.

What's it all about?

Marius, you do live in Nîmes. Right?

Could you be the sender of some postcards

Juliette got, signed by "Romeo"?

It won't help you to keep silent,

because I'm sure I'll find your fingerprints on these.

OK. We were together, but we hid it

because his father didn't want it.

That's why I didn't tell you.

I didn't want him to know.

Jean Daurier didn't want you for his daughter

because you were not well of? Is that it?

An insignificant guy from Nîmes, an ex thug.

It doesn't seem too fair.

Guys like me are good to get gored,

not to marry the boss' daughter.

Except in cases where love is stronger than anything.

Not the case here.

Juliette left you for someone else.

What came over you, Marius? You're a champion in the arena

and then you smash a girl's skull?

I didn't hit her.

- Her skull was crushed. - No...

I just...

I just slapped her, that's all.

I was stressed out. She drove me crazy.

I slapped her.

I just slapped her.

So it was an accident. Is that right?

Marius, you have to tell me exactly what happened.

I was in the enclosure with Gadjo...

I turned around, and there she was.

She was there,

right in front of me.

She made a grimace when she saw the needle.

She must have felt betrayed.

This is all her fault.

Had we stayed together,

I never would have done that.

Because I...

I loved Juliette.

Do you know what she told me?

She told me her father was right...

that I was just scum.

So you slapped her.

Thank you, captain.

Please. You are welcome.

I made you a drawing. I like to draw.

Thanks, Ben.

Wow!

Tell your son: "Forgive me."

Say "Forgive me."

What do you want?

I...

I came to say I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Thomas. I acted selfishly.

I really wanted to go to a concert with you,

at a small hall, like when I was young.

But I realized I only thought of myself.

I didn't pay any attention to what you wanted.

That sucks. I suck. Will you forgive me?

We can go to your old people's concert.

- If you want. - Cool.

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