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- Morning, Marie. - Hi.

- Have a nice day. - Thanks.

- Morning, Mrs. Rigaud. - Hello.

Have a nice day.

Hi, guys!

Oh, Chief!

Vernet?

What do we have?

A man shot to death.

In his forties.

If this is his car, he's Manolo Torres.

The address given is a P.O. box.

Camille and Erwan interrogate the neighbors.

Two shots to the thorax.

From up close.

There was a party here last night.

Nobody heard anything.

He just laid there and bled to death.

He called for help, but nobody heard him.

The shooter missed him twice.

But he was close up.

Caliber 9.

An automatic gun.

Sébastien. Another one.

Right. It was not a pro.

No. To kill a man with such a gun near a party

is not discreet.

But they managed to leave unnoticed.

Long nails, finger calluses...

He was a guitar player.

There was a concert yesterday. I'll go ask.

Saint Sara...

Isn't she the patron of travelers?

There's a gypsy camp near Béziers.

I'll go check. Call Marchal.

I was about to leave.

I was about to leave!

It was Thomas.

He flunked his Math test and we had an argument.

I'm really sorry.

Show some sympathy!

Actually, I can't.

What I feel is great relief.

It's good to have you be the bad guy.

- Right. - It's just...

What happened?

- The victim is Manolo Torres. - OK.

He lived here.

His family recognized his picture.

She's his grandmother, Carmen Torres.

- She's the eldest here. - OK.

These are his cousins.

- Let me introduce you. - Sure.

Mrs. Torres, please meet Captain Marchal.

My condolences, ma'am.

Could you answer a few questions?

I'll go speak to his cousin.

Good morning.

May I?

So, Manolo was your grandson?

- Did you bring him up? - Yes.

His mother left when he was little.

Manolo was my sunshine.

Everyone loved him.

Did he have a wife, kids?

No.

We were all he had.

Luis, Maria, and me.

Do you know if he had enemies?

I don't.

He was always very secretive.

He never told us much.

He had his own life...

but he was loyal to his family.

You must find out who did it.

Were you close to your cousin?

He was like a brother.

We always lived together.

- And he was a musician. - The best.

He played the kompas from age 8.

Did he make a living with music?

He had for a few years now.

He did concerts.

- Right, like last night. - Yes.

Where was it?

At the market square bar.

He played there often.

Do you come here every year?

We have for 20 years now.

It's on our way.

After the St Mary pilgrimage...

I know it.

We have our habits here.

We know everybody.

Any idea who might have killed him?

No, no idea.

You...?

OK.

Morning, Franck.

Morning, Léa.

What did you find?

A fight left him bruises on his torso and arms.

He was in a bar fight just before he died.

He died between 12 and 2 a.m.,

shot by two 9 mm bullets.

Shot angle? Distance?

I suppose you have some idea.

I'd say it was direct and from up close.

Exactly. Less than 5 m.

The bullets perforated his lung and abdomen.

The agony lasted less than 1 hour. And, hear this:

The bullets that killed our man

are from a MAC 50, a collection weapon.

That was my father's service weapon.

It's a police classic.

The police, the paramilitary, the army...

That's sensitive.

You're right, yes.

Maria, wait.

If you know anything, you must tell us.

You'll blame us for it.

What do you mean?

It's a dishonor, but I must say it.

Manolo was not a serious man.

- I don't understand. - He had affairs with women.

Married women.

I see.

One husband found out and got very angry.

He came here screaming and said he'd kill Manolo.

Thanks, Maria.

Thanks for talking.

It'll be fine.

Morning, sir.

National Police.

We have some questions regarding Manolo Torres.

He played here last night. How was the concert?

The bar was full.

Manolo did the show. There was even some flamenco.

Flamenco? Was he with someone?

He had a girl come on stage

and she danced flamenco.

She was young, but a pro.

Did they know each other?

She had been after him for some time.

She came here every time.

I thought maybe she was infatuated with him.

What about the rest of the evening?

Well, no.

There was an incident.

Some men came and started a fight at the bar.

But we kicked them out.

What was it about?

Thierry Pénot, a local guy.

He and his friends started to insult Manolo.

Racist insults against gypsies

are not uncommon here.

Where can we find Thierry?

He goes to the bowls park every day at noon.

You can see from here.

- Let me measure. - Yeah, go ahead.

He's got it.

- We found him. - OK. Let me go.

Will you go around?

Sure, put that away.

Sure...

Do you want to play, miss?

Thierry Pénot?

Have we met?

Lieutenant Barbier, Lieutenant Lebellec,

National Police.

We have some questions.

What's the problem? That dead gypsy?

He's innocent.

We shoved him around a little.

He was killed by another gypsy. A vendetta.

Let us play.

Come with us, please.

That point is mine.

Keep dreaming!

- Shall we? - Go on.

I said I didn't kill him!

People saw you pushing and insulting him.

You are reported to have said: "I'll kill you."

That's not very friendly.

I got a little carried away, that's all.

What was your problem with Manolo?

- That's my business. - Really? Well...

it's our business too,

because he was shot to death.

People didn't like him.

And he had an obvious liking for women.

He was a womanizer, see what I mean?

We can't really blame him for that, can we?

But it seems like...

he had an inclination for married women.

That's crazy.

Men going after their friends' wives.

I myself don't care, I'm divorced.

I can't be cheated on.

- You have no right... - Calm down!

Calm down!

It's OK.

Your wife had an affair with Mr. Torres

and you knew it.

You were unable to take it and intended to kill him.

That brawl was not enough.

You waited for him at the parking lot.

I did wait for him, but not on the parking lot.

I was outside the bar.

I'm listening.

I was crazy...

All I wanted was to kill that fucking bastard.

But I couldn't. He was not alone.

He was with that girl,

the flamenco dancer.

My friends calmed me down and we left.

He left with the girl?

He was playing smart, hugging her and all that.

He was a bastard!

I don't know who killed him, but he deserved it.

Chief.

No sign of the weapon.

Do we enlarge the perimeter?

No, forget it. It won't be numbered.

However, it's a MAC 50 - a rare weapon -

so maybe we could find its owner.

It could have been inherited or bought second hand.

OK, Chief.

Also check target shooting rinks,

maybe you'll find something.

But this wasn't a pro.

Yes, I know, but we must keep looking.

OK.

A picture taken by a witness.

Here is our flamenco dancer.

They left together, so she was the last person to see Manolo.

All we have is her name: Lola.

Find her.

Circulate her picture around flamenco schools,

bars, and any other place she might frequent.

- OK, Chief. - Thanks.

Oh!

What is this?

It looks like a plastic bag with something ugly in it.

I found it in Luis and Maria's brazier,

for the forensics.

Was it supposed to reach them alone?

Why was it laying here?

It wasn't laying. I was about to take it in

when you sent me to question an innocent depressive.

Depressive, innocent, but aggressive.

It wasn't him.

OK. What do you suggest? Was it Manolo's cousin?

I don't know, Chief. I'm following leads.

Good, Marchal!

But family and the clan are sacred for gypsies, right?

Right. You're a specialist in gypsy culture.

And now, I have to do my Math.

Marchal, the forensics!

It's upstairs!

OK, he'll never change. This is crazy.

Thomas, I'm thrilled that you came to live here,

but as far as school goes, I agree with your mom.

You have to make an effort. Your grades suck.

- Well? - Yeah...

If you were thinking

that everything would be more cool with me

because I was going to let you flunk all your tests,

you were sadly mistaken.

- I know, dad. - You know... right.

This morning you had a test, and you hadn't studied.

That's not how it works.

No, no, no.

I want you to study and to get good grades.

- Is that clear? - Yeah, dad.

We'll impress mom.

Because that's all you really want.

Wait, Tom...

Should I pick up the table?

I guess I'll do it alone.

- Are you OK? - Yes.

I'm OK.

You look a little sad.

Don't jump to conclusions. I am not sad at all.

Actually, I'm not OK.

- Because Thomas moved out? - Now it's just you and me...

I's interesting. It will change our habits

and take us out of our comfort zone.

Really?

Some gratin?

No, thanks.

Alice, we have enough for a week!

You cooked for 3!

Was this all?

All his things fit into one box?

He was not attached to material things.

His clothes?

Thank you.

Carole, 1991.

Do you know her?

When a gypsy son dies, for 3 days and 3 nights

we stay awake and cry.

We express our pain.

But we don't talk about the deceased.

- Do you understand? - I do, Mrs. Torres.

Us cops also have our traditions.

When a man is murdered, we need testimonies.

You don't want this killer to remain free.

Draw a card.

Cards always have the right to speak.

The Lovers.

Manolo had a great love. It was this woman, Carole.

The Empress.

A love from the past...

A woman from the past...

A love from his youth!

Justice, God's Mansion.

The family got in the way. How come?

She was not a gypsy.

She was a...

"gadjo," as you say.

Death.

The family didn't allow it...

They killed their love story.

Manolo never married, but he never forgot her. Is that it?

I recognize the village. It's at the square,

25 years ago.

OK. But do you have any idea who the young dancer was?

Soler wants us to focus on her.

I think that girl is just the tip of the iceberg.

I'm interested in what's below the surface.

I found Carole. Some witnesses recognized her.

Carole Fabre, married to Philippe Fourgeaud.

She's always lived here.

His husband has an iron workshop.

The Torres stop here every year,

Carole and her husband live here, so Manolo and Carole...

They were lovers?

- Maybe the husband found out... - No.

Carole Fabre died of cancer last year.

So...?

Some things are not erased by death.

Pay a visit to Mr. Fourgeaud.

OK.

Yes, I recognize him. He's a musician

who plays at the square.

He was a...

He was from the gypsy community.

Did your wife frequent him?

What...?

We're really sorry about your wife's passing.

She had a relationship with him in her youth.

Wait. What do you mean?

Plus, she's dead now.

We want to know if she kept in touch with Manolo.

What are you implying?

My wife never cheated on me! I was always there for her.

We fought her illness together.

My daughter and I were there until the end.

You have no right to stain her memory!

At what time did he leave on Saturday?

At around 7 p.m.

Did you notice anything unusual?

No. He's a good man.

He didn't do anything.

He's like a father to me.

Camille! Come see this.

This girl remains a mystery. We haven't identified her.

I'm sure she was involved in Manolo's death.

I mean, it's obvious.

She came into his life, and then he died.

There were a lot of women in his life, so one more...

But there was one he never forgot.

- This is her. - That was 25 years ago.

He must have forgotten her.

No.

But if he played with another woman's feelings,

she might have wanted to take revenge, a crime of passion...

Léa, can't you see something here?

Incredible.

- Mother and daughter? - Could very well be.

Look at this.

Is he a second-hand shop owner?

He buys old objects and restores them.

Collection objects?

Objects that still work very well.

You can't search there.

Come on, get out!

What's wrong with you? We're police!

I know the law. Get out!

OK, calm down!

OK, we're leaving.

So Lola is the daughter...

of Carole Fabre and Philippe Fourgeaud.

Oh! Léa, hear this.

Lola Fourgeaud, Sociology student,

born on October 17, 1992.

- Do we call Fourgeaud in? - Yes.

I'll call Camille.

Hi, Camille. Soler here.

Bring Mr. Fourgeaud in. We must interrogate him.

Thanks.

I'll deal with Lola.

- Hi, mom! - Hi, sweetie!

- Did you come to say hi? - I'm having lunch with dad.

- Lunch with my daughter. - Our daughter.

Great! Well, I must go.

Thank you.

Enjoy. Bon appétit.

Right.

Hello, Captain.

- What can I do for you? - Lunch.

So...? Why did you ask me to come over?

Is kebab free here?

I need you to help your brother.

Is that it?

You're good at Math, good at everything.

You were promoted early, you have it easy.

Your brother doesn't.

He just needs a little push.

Can't you help him?

I could, but...

the Math he's studying seems blurry to me now.

No, you couldn't do it.

The program has changed.

Exactly.

Please.

OK, I'll do it! Don't look at me like that.

- I'm not. - Yeah, right.

I didn't hear you.

Miss. Fourgeaud.

Chief Léa Soler, National Police.

Did you know Manolo Torres?

Yes. Why?

He was killed on Saturday,

and you were together before he died.

He died?

What...? Manolo is dead?

He was shot in Saint-Jean.

I'm sorry, Lola.

You were the last one to see him alive.

He walked me to my car

and I went home to Montpellier.

You did a lot to get near him in the last months.

Why?

Manolo was my father.

And I had just found him.

So you're passionate about second-hand objects.

- Yes, so? Is that illegal? - No, no.

You can find amazing treasures at flea markets.

Like guns, for instance.

I don't like guns.

But you know about them.

You repair hunting rifles.

That's just a service I provide.

Well, back to Manolo Torres.

Lola is Manolo's daughter

You said you didn't know him,

that he was a gypsy you ran into sometimes, and...

Is that all?

Will you stop asking stupid questions?

He shouldn't have said that.

That's not very nice.

What about the gun?

I'm interrogating collectors.

They're driving me mad.

If I don't find anything by tomorrow, I'll get sick.

Do you want me to go?

You look exhausted. I can help.

Well, here.

Data, addresses. It's all here.

- Thanks. I owe you one. - You're welcome.

It was hard for my mother when Manolo chose his family.

He left, not knowing she was pregnant.

She was young, but...

she decided to keep me.

She always told me I was a product of love.

When did you find out Manolo was your father?

Last year.

When my mother learned she had cancer.

They told her she'd die.

So she told me the truth.

She could not have left otherwise.

When I saw the caravans coming,

I knew he'd be there, and wanted to meet him.

That's why you followed him.

I went to his concerts.

I was unable to speak to him.

Finally, it was him who came to me.

He knew. My mother had written to him.

He recognized me right away.

We were connected somehow.

2 obstinate characters with a passion for music.

Did anyone else know you were related?

No.

My mom and I were a taboo subject for his family.

And...

Your father Philippe?

Did he know?

My mother told me he did.

But I never dared to talk to him about it.

No, that's not it!

Did you not get it?

- Did you understand anything? - I did...

It doesn't seem like it.

You talk to me as if I was a retard.

I'm fed up. You're not listening.

I've explained this 10 times, it's no use!

You know what? Forget it. I give up.

I don't want to see mom.

Are you still mad at her?

That hurts her.

- I'm going to call dad. - So will I!

National Police

I've said everything.

Yes, but you lied to us, Mr. Fourgeaud.

I met Lola, your daughter...

Manolo Torres' daughter.

You kept that small detail from us.

So what? My daughter didn't do anything.

When did you find out Lola was not yours?

Carole never hid it from me.

She was already pregnant when we met.

Lola is my daughter anyways.

You did everything for her.

You loved her, raised her, educated her,

and supported her when Carole

was dying of cancer.

You were a real father to her.

And then, suddenly,

Manolo comes in and Lola treats him as a father.

I didn't know Lola was in contact with him.

- This is news to me. - Really?

But news travels fast in small villages.

You didn't know Lola was dancing with a gypsy?

You don't understand.

I adore Lola.

I would never do anything that might hurt her.

I never would have killed her father.

Mr. Fourgeaud, you have an excellent motive

and your alibi is not solid.

So, as of today at... 4:31 p.m.,

you are under arrest.

You should have been nice to me. Now you got Soler.

Yeah.

Did you take something to the lab?

That burned sample.

- Are they done? - It contains Manolo's DNA.

I'm off. Bring backup.

Hello, Luis.

No, no, no.

Luis!

Luis, stop!

Stop! Luis, stop! Stop!

Luis, stop. Stop!

Luis, stop!

Hello?

How are the kids doing?

They had dinner and went in to do their homework.

Why? Did you think we were having a bash?

A "bash"? Oh, Paul!

OK, well...

Bye now.

No, wait. What is it?

Do you miss Thomas?

Yes.

It's weird not to have him around.

One week every fortnight was hard, but this...

is almost unbearable.

Stop worrying.

As soon as he realizes that I won't tolerate

any dirt or mess, he'll go back on the double.

"On the double"?

Will that take long?

No, he's already saturated.

I just asked him to clean all his crumbs from the sofa,

and I felt he was extremely nostalgic for his mother.

Léa, you didn't thank me for arresting Luis Torres.

I forgot to thank you, Captain.

Thanks to you, I have 2 arrested suspects.

Why don't you free Fourgeaud?

He has no alibi.

He can repair objects

like the murder weapon, and he has a motive:

He'd lost his wife, and Manolo might have taken his daughter.

That's quite a lot.

Luis is a violent man.

He's been in street fights.

The 2 cousins had a scuffle, but nobody mentioned it.

They don't betray the clan.

"They don't betray the clan"?

Well, Mr. Marchal,

I didn't know you were also a specialist in gypsy culture.

But I am...

Well, Léa, good night.

See you tomorrow, Paul.

Thomas!

Your private Math teacher is here.

You look motivated.

Ambre is an Engineering student. She knows Math.

OK.

Say hi to her.

- Hi. - Hello.

Should we go on the terrace?

Sure.

- Nice move, dad. - Yes.

I'm arriving at the last collector's house.

Don't move!

- Hands up! - Calm down.

I'm an ex-policeman.

I came back from vacation

to see I'd been robbed.

They broke in through the door.

I'm a collector,

and I know the rules, as I was a cop myself.

I keep all my weapons in a armored cabinet.

Can I see it?

Oh, shit!

Follow me.

Oh no!

No way! A gun is missing.

My 1948 MAC 50.

It was right here.

Chief!

- Easy, Camille. - Sorry.

Manolo had called several real estate agencies.

He was looking for an apartment.

Manolo sacrificed love for gypsy traditions.

20 years later,

he meets the fruit of that love, Lola,

and decides to settle down close to her.

It was all a secret, of course.

Yes, and that's not all.

The Town Hall and Social Services

have a request for housing made by Maria Torres.

And...?

Her husband Luis is not on file.

Maria made her request as a single mother.

- Does Marchal know? - Yes, he went to see her.

Luis and I don't get along.

I want a different life for my kids.

I want them to go to school

and become professionals.

Manolo and I had decided to help each other.

So he wanted to settle down,

to change his life so he could be with Lola.

He only told me about it.

He was so happy...

Our traditions made him suffer

and ruined his life.

Manolo tried to explain this to Luis, who wouldn't listen.

Maria, when you mentioned the jealous husband...

you were trying to protect Luis.

Is that right?

You must talk now.

They screamed at each other.

I was afraid Luis might do something bad.

The night Manolo died, he came home late,

drenched in blood.

He put his shirt in the brazier

and said nothing.

You had a violent argument with your cousin

and didn't tell us about it.

I find that bizarre.

I'm a gypsy, ma'am.

A gypsy.

We don't exactly have a romance with the police.

Oh, I didn't know that.

I don't care whether you're from

Auvergne, Normandy or Spain.

All I care about are facts.

Why did you try to run away when you saw Marchal?

Do you know anything about the murder?

I went to see Manolo just before his concert.

I wanted to talk, man to man.

I told him he was destroying our family.

He wouldn't listen.

He tried to convince me.

He wanted to betray our clan.

Betray our values.

He had gone mad.

Then what happened?

I was furious.

And drunk.

I waited for him outside. I wanted to punch him,

kick his ass.

Not kill him.

He wasn't coming, so I left.

I saw his car parked there.

I came up close. The door was open. It seemed strange to me.

That's when I saw him.

I tried to make him react, but he was dead.

I got blood all over me, so I panicked...

I feared I'd be accused.

Excuse me.

- Yes. - Hello.

I'm looking for my father, Mr. Fourgeaud.

He'll be right out. Wait here.

OK, thanks.

God, you have Manolo's eyes.

That's what my mom said.

My granddaughter...

My poor girl.

You're beautiful...

and proud!

I'm sorry.

Lola, come on. Let's go home.

Mr. Navel,

can you explain how it is that you got that MAC 50?

At the end of my career, when I retired,

I went to the armory to turn in my gun,

but the record said I'd already returned it.

- So you kept it. - Yes.

I was very attached to my MAC 50.

I went home, and never told anyone about it.

I thought that...

after 35 years as a cop, I had the right to it.

Mr. Navel was on vacation last week.

A neighbor told him his house had been robbed.

He came home this morning to find this was true.

They didn't take much.

A little liquor,

and the MAC 50, which was locked up

in an armored cabinet.

How did they open the cabinet?

Apparently, the robber knew the combination.

Who had you given it to?

To nobody, I swear. I just don't understand.

I hope my weapon wasn't used to kill anyone?

We're investigating.

As an ex-police agent, you know we can't say more.

Yes, Chief.

Yes! Hi, this is Robert.

The police came to my house. My MAC 50 is gone.

Say something!

Hello?

What did you do!?

Mr. Navel kept his weapons in an armored cabinet,

and he said nobody knew the combination.

Well, he's lying.

The Soler lie-detector just beeped.

You know it never fails.

Who is he trying to protect?

He reminds me of my dad.

After he retired, he'd get bored

and couldn't help telling his police anecdotes.

- Mom hated that. - I can imagine.

Who did my ex-father-in-law tell these stories to?

To Thomas.

Thomas would listen for hours

although he wasn't interested.

That's how grandparents and grandchildren relate.

But Mr. Navel has no kids.

Who could he have been talking to?

Someone from his neighborhood?

A boy he met casually and took under his wing.

I want to interrogate him. He has to talk.

You think we're idiots.

You think you can fool us because you were a cop.

It's not smart to throw a gun 100 m away from a crime scene.

I didn't do anything!

The MAC 50 that killed

Manolo Torres has your fingerprints on it.

Why did you do it?

It wasn't me! I didn't do anything!

I think the boy might have done something stupid.

What boy?

Michael Albaric, my neighbor...

He works at Fourgeaud's shop.

Doesn't he have friends his age?

I have no idea.

He lost his father, he's young and feels lost.

He spends his time playing war games on his computer.

I thought he might become a cop one day.

But maybe not.

Why did you protect him?

I don't know. He's young...

It's all my fault. I showed him the weapons.

You understand...

Wait a minute. That's not my MAC 50.

Mine had a stain on the grip.

Is this a bluff?

It's a bluff.

How's your dad doing?

Fine. He was released and is now resting.

I'm sorry about all this.

What is it?

- What is it with you? Stop! - Tell me you love me.

- Stop! - I'm your real love!

- I know you well. - Stop.

- Stop! - Let go of her!

Calm down.

Let go of me.

Let go.

It's OK, calm down.

Let's go.

I want a lawyer.

Let's wait.

What were you thinking?

Lola is pretty. I can see why you fell in love with her.

But it's clear that you didn't inspire her.

What inspires her is flamenco,

high heels, wide skirts, and guitars.

Do you know why she loves flamenco?

- Do you? - No.

Because she has gypsy blood.

Philippe Fourgeaud loved and raised her as a daughter,

but he was not her father.

His real father was Manolo Torres.

What are you saying?

Manolo had just found his girl and hoped to make up for it.

No way...

No, that's impossible. I can't believe it.

I saw him.

I saw him take her in his arms.

He had been after her for a long time.

That bastard played with women.

He would've done the same to her.

You couldn't stand the idea.

You put on a costume and took your neighbor's gun.

He was Lola's father.

She had just found him and wanted to get to know him.

But now it's all over.

No.

Léa, Léa, Léa!

Thomas...

17 in Math.

- 17 in Math? - 17.

Oh, yes. Very good!

When I take charge of things...

You weren't alone. You got help!

You knew.

Alice told me all about it. I hope it lasts!

I want 17s every day.

What made the difference

was that he felt I was onto him.

- I'm proud of you. - Really?

Yes, it's great!

- Bye! - Bye!

Thomas, 17 in Math!

Yes, Paul, 17.

Hello? Yes, Colonel.

Congratulations, Marchal.

- Your transfer was approved. - Already?

You'll be leaving Soler's brigade.

You will soon receive official confirmation.

- Are you happy? - Yes. Thanks a lot.

Have a nice day.

Subtitles: ECLAIR V&A