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In over 100 years, no one's ever seen this.

A karstic hole.

They're multiplying.

You think we can't build here?

I double checked.

There's a nice spring underneath. There'll be others over there.

Sorry to disappoint you, but you won't build a house here.

I don't get it, the spring's always been there.

The galleries caved in, the water seeped in.

Got it.

It's here.

Jesus!

FOR BETTER, FOR WORSE

Nice!

Why are you so despondent?

- I'm not. - Yes, you are.

I'm not. You, on the other hand...

I'm on top form. Just need someone to race.

Listen, Dad... Alice and I know about it.

About what?

You and Mum kissing.

It's OK, Alice and I have no illusions about it.

Tom, it was just a casual kiss, you understand?

I know it can be upsetting, but...

Dad, it's OK.

No worries. As long as you guys are fine.

Things are crystal clear between your mum and me.

You know, Dad, I'm happy.

Whether you're together or...

Tom, things are more than clear.

You and Alice have nothing to worry about.

Your mother and I are...

a double act.

Balanced.

Separated, divorced even, but functional.

Things are clear. C'mon, let's go.

Clear, you're right.

Can you give this to Romain?

Hello, guys.

- Hi, Camille. - Hi.

So?

Young female, no papers, no phone.

Clearly dead for several weeks.

Definitely a blow in the head. Where was she?

In that hole.

Anything down there?

No blood, she didn't die here.

The post-mortem will tell us more.

Why that dress?

A ritualised murder?

Don't think so.

Given the fabric, it's bespoke.

A gold ring with a ruby.

What was a bride doing here?

Romain, take the body to the morgue, will you?

Thanks.

I'll tell her.

Eric says no one has reported this woman missing.

The dressmaker and the jewellery maker may lead us to her identity.

I'll see to that.

The place means something.

Middle of nowhere, path can't be seen from the motorway.

- So... - The murderer knew the place.

Hi, Julie.

- Has our bride said anything? - Dead for about 12 weeks.

That long?

The clay she was buried in kept her almost intact.

How did you get to 12 weeks?

Thanks to this guy.

He can give us a fairly accurate date of death.

It's an insect.

- Are you sure? - Positive.

At an advanced stage of fat transformation,

the 2nd squad of insects step in.

Coffin flies attracted by the smell of death.

The corpse gives off smells 3 months after death.

They laid no eggs,

which means they'd just arrived. Hence, 12 weeks.

OK, not sure I took it all in, but I trust you.

The cause of death?

A skull fracture. Fall or blow, impossible to tell.

Shame, never mind.

Thanks, see you later.

Wait, I have something else.

Flowers.

You shouldn't have bothered.

They're baby's breath.

She was wearing a flower headpiece.

- Didn't they come from the ground? - Absolutely not.

OK.

I'll send you the report.

Thanks, Julie. Bye.

I'll do that, your honour. Thank you.

Thank you, prosecutor.

- How are you? - Great.

Great...

The judge called about the mobile theft.

You made a juvenile confess without a lawyer.

I couldn't have known it, he was 6 feet 6 with a beard.

We must follow the rules. You make me waste so much time!

OK...

- What'd you get at the morgue? - Yeah, well...

Bugs, a skull fracture and head flowers matching the dress.

That will help us identify her...

Everyone's working on it - wedding-dress shops,

jewellery shops...

Paul Marchal - 1, everyone - 0.

There you are.

OK...

You haven't!

You've found her name?

- Remember our wedding? - Not really.

Of course you do, you remember every minor detail.

Vaguely, so what?

On our wedding day,

I got there late, we'd been hiding all night...

I remember that very well,

it foreshadowed our married life.

You hid away, I took care of the kids.

Are you kidding?

All those nights you were out chasing the bad guys!

Who took care of Thomas by herself when he fell off his bunk bed?

Who took Alice to ER by himself when she fell off her bike?

Who did that?

Yeah...

We could carry on for hours.

Only, we have a murder to solve. How did you find the victim's name?

Anyway...

I got to the registry office late and the mayor told you...

If bride or groom didn't show up,

a statement was always sent to the public prosecutor.

- That's why you phoned him? - Exactly.

On 17 June at 10 o'clock,

Audrey Fillière didn't show up at her wedding.

"Thank you, captain."

It's just my job, commander.

I'm off to see the future ex-husband.

He's good.

Erwan.

I know who she is.

I sent a pic of her dress to all the local shops.

Wait, I know, I'm very good.

- What? - Marchal beat you.

How do you mean? He hasn't gone out at all.

That's talent. I mean, so he says.

The commander wants you to meet Marchal.

I got the victim's dental records and know her name.

Forget it, Eric. Too late.

What do you mean, too late?

Yes, I did get your message.

I got a couple of things to do and come out to see you.

Thank you, your honour. See you in a while.

- Good job, Vernet. - I came third.

Out of four, not too bad. And you confirmed

our victim is Audrey Fillière...

24, student,

Canadian...

- Erwan, you called the consulate? - I did.

Her parents died in a crash 3 years ago, no other relatives.

Registered at SupAgro two years ago

and got her degree in June.

It's an agricultural college in Montpellier.

It specialises in organic farming.

You're into organic?

Yes, Marchal talked me into it.

- Our captain Marchal? - Yes.

He eats organic now?

And you wouldn't listen to me. But once the captain spoke...

We'll grow an orchard in the patio.

What else?

Audrey lived with her husband to be Etienne Poncet.

He runs a dairy goat farm that belongs to his mother

Dominique Poncet.

They breed goats.

I got that.

Weird, uh?

The groom didn't report her disappearance.

Maybe he killed her.

Spouses are major murder suspects.

They report the disappearance to cover their tracks.

What else about Audrey?

Her witness was Catherine Femere, from Quebec. We're looking for her.

Good. I must go to the court. See you later.

Hello.

Can I help you?

I'm police captain Marchal, this is lieutenant Barbier.

- Are you Etienne Poncet? - Yes.

- What's wrong? - It's about Audrey Fillière.

I've nothing to say.

- Weren't you supposed to marry her? - She dumped me on the wedding day.

By text message.

"I was wrong, going back to Montreal." Nice, uh?

By text message?

Didn't you try to talk to her?

I did, but she was already gone.

I'm afraid I don't have good news.

Audrey died some weeks ago, her body was found near hear.

Not a nice joke.

My jokes are usually funnier than that.

You don't look upset, though.

Audrey was still alive yesterday.

I can prove it.

See?

Life's good for her.

And she's alive.

May I?

The latest post was yesterday.

However, we didn't get her identity wrong.

I can only see one explanation.

- What is it? - Someone's pretending to be her.

Camille, ask Erwan and Eric to put this first.

When did you last see Audrey?

Thanks.

I identified her last but my witness saw her the day of her wedding.

Who?

The guy who delivered the flowers.

Audrey received them at 7.15 am.

Anything else?

No, he went to his shop right afterwards.

Hang on, her mobile operator says

her phone stopped emitting at 9.45 am.

Weird, she was preparing the wedding.

The murderer turned it off surely.

So Audrey died on her wedding day between 7.15 and 9.45.

Hello, Camille.

OK, we'll do that.

Fancy an Internet hunt?

Someone's pretending to be Audrey.

A police chase in the Matrix? Right on.

You didn't see Audrey on the day of the wedding?

No, I would have seen her dress.

Apparently, it's bad luck.

How did you guys meet?

She was visiting farms looking for an internship.

I took her on straight away.

She was awesome, full of passion.

Plus, her accent...

- Did she tell you about her past? - A bit.

Her parents died, she needed a change.

So she came to France on an exchange programme.

- She planned to go back? - Yeah.

But we met.

Love at first sight.

I proposed after only 3 months.

Audrey was joy of life incarnate.

Here.

Look.

Tomorrow's the big day.

We wanted to take over the farm from my mother.

Let's hang the lanterns first.

Do it now.

- Did you shoot these videos? - No.

The wedding photographer did.

He hung around filming everyone.

What happened that morning?

Nothing.

I got her message at the registry office.

And you tried to reach her.

Right.

By phone, text, email... I tried everything.

She never replied.

For weeks, I tried to understand.

How could I have imagined she died a stone's throw from here?

Goats don't wait.

Regular as clockwork.

If they're not milked they bleat.

- Can I come along? - Sure.

Hello.

- Why are you at my house? - I'm lieutenant Barbier.

I'm investigating Audrey's murder.

What?

Audrey is dead?

- I can't believe it. - I'm sorry.

Are you Mrs Poncet?

- Have you told my son? - Yes.

What were you doing on the wedding day?

Well...

Milking the goats with my son.

We do it at 7.30 every morning.

It takes us about an hour.

Did anyone see you?

Yes.

Sure.

The neighbour, Jean-Claude Mertier.

He was in his field.

Good memory.

I remember because he said it'd be a beautiful wedding.

I see.

And after that?

We got ready...

and laid out the buffet with the caterer.

Do you suspect us?

Routine questions, Mrs Poncet.

Can you check that testimony, please?

Camille called, any news?

We can't locate the source that pretends to be Audrey.

Someone opened a fake account to her name, right?

No, her original account is being kept up.

The suspect got her passwords.

How does he get her photos?

By hacking her computer, he got whatever he needed.

A record in Quebec?

No, our Canadians cousins say

she was Ms Perfect, not a single ticket.

That's done.

What else? Bank statements.

I'm consulting them now, look.

There are fresh operations in her account.

Logically, he got her banking password.

What's that? Keeps recurring.

Those are anonymous deposits. And those are card debits

on an online poker site.

Anonymous deposits and an online poker site.

Not easy.

How many of them do you have?

- 180 with the kids. - Quite a few.

What breed are they?

Rove goats. They produce the best milk.

C'mon up, girls.

Good girl.

C'mon.

C'mon, move it.

On you go.

Go on, Margot.

On you go.

Good girls.

Why make believe Audrey's alive?

We'll find out. She had any friends?

She was a loner.

She could spend hours alone in nature.

Farming was her thing.

She wanted to change things, to change mentalities.

How so?

She wanted us to be an organic milk farm.

- That was her future. - That's good.

Since Brussels ended milk quotas in 2015,

our turnover fell by 30%.

The co-op is our lifebelt, going organic would mean leaving it.

And it would endanger the other members.

We're just enough to get by.

- What did make of the organic plan? - I was in favour of it.

But it's my mother's farm, she's not into changes.

Audrey would eventually persuade her.

Hard to know if Audrey was killed in the outhouse.

Etienne did it all up.

Of course, he's trying to move on.

And he has a good alibi.

Rather weak, I must question the neighbours.

- You don't think he's guilty? - No.

We're not sure this is the crime scene, no one saw her go out.

- She didn't know anyone. - Yes, she did.

Her friend Catherine Femere.

Yeah, they must've got dressed together for the wedding.

Call the Canadians about her, I'll look into the co-op.

You think money could be the motive?

Sure, farming isn't only about work,

it's about a whole life.

If Audrey endangered several families, it's a motive.

I see.

Collect the photos and videos from the photographer.

What a waste of time!

I wish you'd let me know sooner next time.

Yes...

Of course, your honour.

Very well then. Goodbye now.

So?

We can't track down the hacker, the poker site is in a tax haven.

And the deposits?

They're small amounts, the bank didn't check the sender.

Then I had an idea.

Second one today.

Do you know darknet?

Darknet... Of course I do. I mean, vaguely.

I try to keep up with my children.

Darknet is

underground Internet, the dark side of the web.

On darknet, you can sell driving credit points.

- You can't. - You can.

Let me guess. Audrey Fillière lost all her points recently.

The point sales match the poker bets.

Mind if I tell my story?

Can we track down the hacker?

Not yet.

He'd have to close Audrey's account for us to track him down.

Good, make him do that.

But how?

I don't know, you are the IT expert.

Right...

Can we send a private message to Audrey's account?

Sure, her page is open to all users.

We can try to scare him.

Show me.

Be my guest.

- May I? - Yes.

Just write your email.

OK.

Right...

"Audrey is dead.

I know you

did it."

Send.

There you are. Now we wait.

Not complicated.

Hang in there, Louise.

Still here?

- The kids? - What about them?

Oh please! They acquired basic survival skills long ago.

- A plate in the microwave... - OK.

You've gone organic.

I'd love to see Thomas with a plate of quinoa and algae.

Organic isn't about that.

It's about carefully choosing your ingredients.

Now you're cooking as well?

I always have, I'm just changing.

Try it. Cooking helps you know what you eat.

Bloody cheek! Who's the queen of lasagne?

Come on... The queen of one dish. One dish!

Open your mind.

What next?

Gluten-free? No, wait.

Vegan!

I've thought about it.

If you knew how toxic meat is, you would too.

I'll buy you some seeds.

How'd it go at the co-op?

Closed. I'll find the chairman's name and call in the morning.

See you tomorrow then.

You too.

You had fun paddling with Dad?

Yeah...

Did you talk about Mum?

Yeah...

What did he say?

Nothing.

Looks like he's moved on.

It's a crying shame.

Mum should meet someone.

You kidding? Imagine us at breakfast...

Hi Jean-Thingy, how was the night with Mum?

She has the right to live.

With another man than Dad? Never.

Alice, we won't be around forever.

When we eventually go away,

she shouldn't be all by herself, old and depressed.

Good thing about you is, you do know how to cheer me up.

OK, lasagne time.

- Enjoy. - Thanks.

- Hi, Mum. - Hi, sweetie.

- You're exercising? - It's yoga.

I'm testing it before joining a club.

Good idea.

This thing about body control and letting go really does suit you...

It helps me find some peace

and reconnect with my inner self. You know it,

you meditate.

Right...

There's a class on Saturday. Shall we go together?

Actually, no.

I promised Thomas and Dad to go jogging with them.

OK.

I can cancel it.

Don't, you've a lot of catching up to do with your dad.

That's why we're here.

See you later.

Hi, Mum.

What did I do?

Nothing.

You were right, Mum isn't very well.

We gotta do something.

Quick.

OK, thanks.

The wedding caterer arrived at 8.30.

He stayed with the Poncets until they left for the wedding.

And the neighbour who supported their alibi.

That clears them.

- Marchal went to see the neighbour. - I questioned him yesterday.

But he's the co-op chairman.

Audrey's witness?

Nothing yet. The Canadian police are doing all they can.

We have a bride,

a dairy co-op, online poker, and driving points.

Great! What's the link?

And the wedding videos.

Hoping the photographer has stored them.

Her account has just been cancelled.

The IP address should give us...

name and address.

Check this guy's record.

Valentin Boissard.

I'll go there with Erwan.

Wait.

Camille has sent something.

He's barely of age, this is his parents' house.

- And he has a hacking record? - Yeah.

He's a teen genius, he's into card cloning.

A mischievous teen genius.

Valentin Boissard? National police.

As usual, cover the outside.

Nice tackle.

- Let me go, I haven't done anything. - Shut up.

He's heavy!

Audrey Fillière rings a bell?

No.

I wish they would confess straightaway.

At least once, to know how it feels.

A petty hacker.

Mediocre at poker.

You never win, keep going back.

And you're not good at running either.

So you stole Audrey's identity for money.

But why murder her?

To feel powerful?

I didn't murder her.

I didn't even know her.

We found all her passwords on your computer.

Was it Santa Claus?

No, I swear. She herself contacted me.

I managed her social media accounts and she let me use them.

- She gave you her bank data. - Yes, she wanted to start over.

To disappear.

And to be left alone.

- You operate alone? - What do you mean?

Who helps you with your site?

No one.

What do you think, commander?

She planned her own escape? Rather radical.

Or she felt extremely in danger.

Then again, I can't believe this kid could make all this up.

What was she running from?

Her husband has no criminal record or a violence history.

Maybe her past caught up with her.

Could be.

Still, running away in a wedding dress with a flower headpiece...

How weird is that?

What do we do about Valentin?

Custody till we check his testimony.

- Jean-Claude Mertier? - Yes.

I'm police captain Marchal.

I have a few questions.

I spoke to your colleague.

Now I'm looking at Audrey's relations with the co-op.

She was fire beneath the ice.

A real pit-bull, stubborn as a mule.

Happy as a lark... Noah's entire ark in one.

Was there ever a scuffle between you two?

She didn't mince her words.

And I don't like getting trodden on.

We never argued, we wanted the same.

- What then? - Organic farming.

In theory, there's a market and prices are higher.

- In practice? - Well...

all farmers had to do it together.

Was that doable?

It'd be hard for 2 years,

to implement the change. Then we'd become

an organic co-op.

The same thing, only better and richer.

- How did the other farmers take it? - They never heard of it.

- Didn't they? - No.

Audrey was gone. Without her know-how,

I couldn't do it.

OK, thanks.

Where's Soler?

Managing the bungle in the mobile theft case. Why?

- You want a scoop? - Always.

Valentin didn't lie, he got an email from Audrey a week after she died.

- The murderer did it? - I suppose so.

Someone pretending to be Audrey asked him to do the same.

Identity theft isn't the motive. Back to the start.

Why make believe she's still alive?

To avoid an investigation.

It worked, the Poncets never worried about it.

Guys, I've finally spoken to the witness on Skype.

She wasn't with Audrey on the wedding day.

They last met at the hen party?

There was no hen party. Audrey cancelled it last minute.

Do you know why?

That's the odd bit.

Catherine said everything was fine,

but at around 7 pm, Audrey said she was too tired.

We'll question those who were there once again.

The photographer has found all the photos and videos.

That's good news.

I'm off to the lab.

- Later. - See you.

I think I got something.

What?

Correct me if I'm wrong. When Audrey's body was found,

her engagement ring had a ruby.

Look at this. The day before the wedding.

It's a diamond.

Exactly.

Why does that matter?

You don't change an engagement ring before the wedding.

A woman cancels her hen party.

She has two engagement rings - a ruby and a diamond -

and she's found dead in a wedding dress.

We're missing something.

Hi, Luc.

An eye on each screen!

It's wearing me out.

- Want a hand? - Oh yes.

We're gonna party.

I think I prefer kitten videos.

Much more fun.

- You found anything? - Nothing.

Audrey and her future husband, Audrey and her witness,

Audrey carrying chairs and plates...

And a guy with a beard...

putting away boxes, God knows how many.

Dark hair and a burgundy polo shirt?

- That's right, why? - I got him here.

He's not carrying boxes, but he's really into the bride.

Let me check that.

Here as well...

- He's constantly staring at her. - Stop.

- Go back a bit. - Here?

A bit more.

There!

He holds her hand.

Audrey had a lover.

When I was a scout, they called me Hawk Eye.

Wasn't it Lucky Harrier instead?

No...

Zoom in.

- We don't know who he is. - Zoom in, you'll see.

Bang.

The caterer's logo.

Hawk Eye.

Thanks, Lucky Harrier.

The man who holds Audrey's hand is Nicolas Cressois.

He was freelancing.

What do we know about him?

He opened a restaurant under a year ago, super trendy.

Now he's opening his second restaurant.

Organic and vegetarian. Your cup of tea.

And you eat organic now!

After all those burgers and pizzas when we were together!

Why would this guy freelance with a caterer?

- To be near Audrey. - Yes! We've found him.

- This is his new restaurant. - I'll go there.

I'll come along.

You know that mobile theft bungle?

Report due tomorrow.

- No! - Oh yes.

Good luck.

I'm gone, I can't hear you.

Let me talk.

In three days,

The plates I received aren't the ones I ordered.

They weren't delivered on time. You sent the wrong ones...

- Hello. - Just a minute.

You got the fabric samples?

- Aren't you the interior designer? - No, I'm police commander Soler.

It was the only way to be near Audrey.

We went out together two years ago.

I gave a lecture on organic restaurants,

she sat in the first row.

- It was love at first sight. - Yeah.

This often happened to her.

She did that to men.

We had a passionate romance...

You're married.

I was.

When she found it out, she left me obviously.

Then my marriage didn't resist it.

I still loved Audrey.

So I tried to see here again.

She had met Etienne and they were engaged.

She was making a mistake.

I had to make her change her mind.

You saw her the day before her wedding,

told her you loved her, she was upset and cancelled her hen party.

That was a sign.

She couldn't marry him.

Is that when you gave her

this ring? It was you, right?

Yes, not till the day after, at dawn.

How did Audrey react?

She said no.

But in such a nice way that it breaks your heart, you see?

Yes, I do.

She was ready to marry for better, and especially for worse.

Why especially for worse?

I saw there was something wrong between her and her mother-in-law,

Audrey looked uncomfortable.

Supposing Nicolas told you the truth.

He left Audrey at 7.15.

At 7.30, the florist delivered the flowers.

Once alone...

She was disturbed by Nicolas' declaration.

Definitely.

She put on her dress, her headpiece, changed rings

and looked in the mirror.

And tried to picture life with Nicolas.

Etienne and his mother were alone.

Let's imagine.

Etienne sees Nicolas leave the outhouse.

He asks Audrey what that means, things get out of hand...

But he was milking the goats.

That's what his mother said.

The neighbour did see her at 8, but not the son.

OK, summon Etienne Poncet for questioning.

I'll question his mother.

I wonder how she got on with Audrey.

- I'll come with you. - Not so fast.

How about the mobile theft report?

That's settled, I saw the judge.

The confession is invalid, but the footage is definitive.

He didn't he tell me.

- Because... - Sexism through and through.

- Let's go. - A lawyer last week...

- Got the keys? - I forgot my bag.

- Colonel. - Remain seated.

Is commander Soler not in?

She's just gone out.

Never mind.

I want to inform the brigade that lieutenant Johanne Marsac

will join the team.

Although Marchal changed his mind,

I managed to get his female substitute recruited.

Good for gender parity.

But why?

The brigade is complete, with all due respect.

She won't investigate.

She'll check the rules are followed.

I'm counting on you to welcome her warmly.

Of course we will.

We're a bit surprised,

commander Soler hasn't told us about it.

That's normal, she doesn't know about it.

Yet.

To check the rules are followed.

What does that mean?

He's placing a grass among us.

Nicolas Cressois?

Never heard of him.

Why?

He was with Audrey the day she died.

Impossible, she was on the farm.

True.

He went there to propose to her.

He gave her the ruby ring she was wearing.

You mean she was fooling around in my house?

No, but you may have thought so when you saw him sneak out at dawn.

What are you saying?

I couldn't have seen anything.

Why?

I'd been drinking.

My pals took me home, I couldn't stand up.

I woke up in my mother's couch, shaved and put on my suit.

I thought you were milking goats.

Yes... That's right.

I milked the goats and got back to get ready.

So you could've seen him.

Which version?

OK.

My mother milked the goats alone, I woke up at 8.30.

Why did you lie?

My mother thought I'd be a suspect without an alibi.

She wasn't wrong.

Erwan, I got something good.

Etienne's mother mortgaged the farm 3 months ago.

On the verge of bankruptcy.

- Her son knows about it? - No, she did it on her own.

If Etienne expected a loan to go organic...

It'd have been refused and he would know

the farm had been used as collateral.

I wish you wouldn't always finish my sentences.

What are you doing?

You have this habit of spreading over two desks.

It's over, we have a new lieutenant.

- A new one? - Imposed by the colonel.

Soler doesn't know about it and I won't tell her.

Me neither.

Camille can do it.

OK, tell Camille she'll tell Soler.

OK?

I got something to check.

See you.

Two suspects, Dominique and Etienne Poncet.

No evidence.

The question is, which one is lying?

Goats...

Regular as clockwork.

- Stop! - OK.

- Where are you going? - To check something, I'll call you.

He's so annoying when he does that!

Mr Mertier,

on the wedding day you did see Dominique leave the goat shed.

Yes, I told your colleague.

I need you to concentrate hard now.

Did you hear the goats that morning?

Come to think of it, they bleated a long while.

Then I thought...

the Poncets were busy with the wedding.

Regular as clockwork.

How long did it last?

I don't remember.

I'd say...

I left the goat shed, made some coffee,

plugged in the iron...

About 20 minutes. Why?

No, nothing.

One last question.

How can you be sure it was that day?

Easy.

I'd ironed my shirt.

There was a wedding.

Doesn't happen every day.

Thank you, Mr Mertier.

Dominique Poncet had enough time to kill Audrey,

collect her stuff in a rush

and place the body in the car boot.

To go back milk the goats,

dump Audrey's body and send the break-up texto

while her son slept off his hangover. Just a hypothesis.

We've no evidence.

Right, I'll take it from here. I'll pick you up.

I'd like to let you walk back, though. Bye.

Hello, Mrs Poncet.

- Any news? - Yes.

Unfortunately, your son changed his statement.

You weren't with him when Audrey was killed.

That can't be.

You're lying.

We'll carry on at the station.

Valérie.

Could you take Mrs Poncet to my office?

Thank you.

Stay with her, I'll question her son.

Turn on the interview room video.

If she doesn't talk...

I got the news.

Go on, Vernet.

Dominique Poncet and Janine Boissard are in a book club.

- Valentin Boissard's mother? - His grandmother.

Dominique knew Valentin had a hacking record.

Bingo.

What? I like it.

So Etienne...

you had a very good motive, your fiancée loved another man.

I didn't even know that.

And you have no alibi, your mother lied to protect you.

You were alone when she was killed.

You're not helping us, Etienne.

Must be hard to see the woman you love with another man.

You must feel betrayed.

You saw her in her wedding dress

with someone else's engagement ring.

That must be awful.

You asked her to explain.

It got out of hand.

Etienne,

everything points against you.

I can still help you, Etienne.

My work ends here.

It's now in the hands of the judge.

Etienne, help me.

Come on!

Be strong.

Tell us how it happened.

You got mad, that's normal. It was a crime of passion.

She pushed you to the limit, you couldn't take it anymore.

I can give you the number of a very good lawyer.

Etienne may hope to get out in under 20 years.

Luckily, you have many friends to help you through this.

Valentin Boissard's grandmother, for one.

It was your last chance.

You're so young.

I don't get it, what got you in such a rage?

Seeing a man get out of Audrey's room?

Her changing the engagement ring?

What?

She was there.

Stunning in her wedding dress.

And the ring...

My ring was on the table.

She said it wasn't what I was thinking.

OK...

- Things go heated. - She said such nasty things.

I didn't let my son live his life,

I was ruining the farm...

What did that girl know about life?

All the sacrifices I made for the farm.

She went on about organic.

A new stupid fad!

You were afraid she'd take everything over.

And she cheated on Etienne even before they got married.

She pushed me into the patio.

That bitch was kicking me out of my house!

Out of my house!

So I slapped her.

She fell backwards and hit the flower box.

That blood...

All that blood.

I didn't make believe she was alive to escape prison.

I know.

You wanted to spare your son, I understand.

My poor darling.

I've ruined his life.

He loved that girl so much.

How could I tell him she was dead?

Everything's fine, sweetie. Just a couple of things left.

Nothing serious.

Did you have a good day?

Colonel...

Someone's just walked in, I'll call you back.

Love you. Kisses, sweetie.

Commander.

Good evening.

I've heard a rumour that a young woman

would join my team very soon.

Lieutenant Johanne Marsac, a very good officer.

I bet she is.

We could've discussed it so I wouldn't feel like an idiot.

I gave you more resources.

I didn't need any.

I've asked Marsac for a daily report of the brigade's actions.

She'll be very strict about the rules.

You know it all now.

Perfect.

When couples work together...

they forget regulations.

Marchal and I aren't a couple anymore.

Aren't you really?

Very good.

It'll be less painful if ever you guys are separated.

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