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That's it, take more water in.

In one side, out the other. Carry on.

Don't be afraid to shake it.

Gold is so heavy, it'll stay at the bottom.

Go on. Gradually, all the light material will go.

Slowly leaving behind the... Look.

- See those flakes? - Yes.

That's gold!

Now carry on panning, slowly.

Remove the rest.

Take more water in.

Lucky!

Keep your back straight.

GOLD FEVER

Very good. Now let your arms fall.

Breathe slowly.

Upward-facing dog.

Feet together. That's right. Breathe.

And back.

Slowly, that's it. We'll finish

with an Om and three Shanti.

- No? Still no good? - No.

I'm not at ease with the spiritual side of yoga.

Let's end with a positive thought.

What would you like, right now?

I haven't asked that in a while.

What would I like? A bit of calm,

peace, serenity,

tranquillity, stability.

Yes, all that.

- It's odd. - What's odd?

Before, the idea of stability used to worry me.

The first step is accepting change.

- And the second? - Sorry?

If the first is accepting change, what's the second?

Finding the right people to accompany you,

or just the right person.

We always say they're closer than we think.

Same time next week?

Yes, Greg. Thanks.

Hello. Hi, Camille.

Hello, Major.

Sylvain Théron, 35,

divorced, one child. On a gold panning course.

We found his wallet. He wasn't robbed.

Rigidity is just setting in.

His watch stopped at 7.15am.

A blow to the left temple,

so the killer is... - Right-handed?

Yes.

Where exactly was the body found?

Here, in the trees.

The gold panners' camp is higher up.

He may have been killed there,

the current would bring the body here.

- Can you talk to the trainees? - OK.

How beautiful!

- You live here all year round? - Yes. Surroundings matter.

Oh yes, for sure.

What can you tell me about Sylvain Théron?

He was a great guy. He was learning fast.

But I know nothing of his life.

We never talked much.

He was a bit of a loner.

No thanks, it's fine.

- Had he found any gold? - Like everyone.

A flake here and there.

In fact, we don't find much gold in France.

As anyone can tell you.

Apart from a few exceptions. Like me.

That happens once in a century.

3.8 grams.

Before, the village was unknown.

Now people come from all over the area.

My Lucky is a star.

I always thought I'd be lucky, but you must be realistic.

Only 10 people in France make a living from this,

and we don't make it from the gold.

Running courses, publicity, achieving fame, that's what pays.

- 3.8 grams. - Really...

That's why I'm called Lucky.

- Better than Roger Lefort, no? - Sure.

How did Sylvain Théron get on with the others?

Just good morning, good night.

"Good morning" when you get up? "Good night" at the end of the day?

And in between no one talked?

We're only interested in gold.

We break our backs for a myth.

I hope there'll be no more murders.

Thank you.

They live together 24/7, but no one saw or heard a thing.

They protect their shiny image.

They all say: "Sylvain Théron was a nice guy."

Nice, but dead. What alibis?

- All the same. - "We were at the river."

7-12, 2-7. Worse than factory hours,

and for what? Maybe 20 euros of gold.

On a good day. Shared between them all. That's the rule.

Who'll tell the family? Marchal?

Sorry. Hello?

Camille... OK, I'll do it then, shall I?

Thanks for your help.

Excuse me for asking questions

at this difficult time, but it's important for us,

for the enquiry.

I guess your ex-husband earned a good living, right?

Not really.

He did overtime to stay afloat.

He must have done a lot.

Not really.

He earned just over the minimum wage. Why?

A gold panning course is expensive,

and what with bills, rent, it's quite a lot of money.

I guess he helped you for your son, no?

Yes, he made sure to pay child maintenance each month.

Our son is very ill.

His father was determined to provide for him.

Elliot was his life.

He's 15, right?

I'll have to talk to him too.

He's in hospital a lot,

but I'm fetching him tomorrow.

I'm an ambulance driver, so I can do that.

This is personal,

but why did you split up with Elliot's father?

It was Elliot's illness.

Sylvain couldn't accept he would die before us.

An ordeal like that can either bond a couple, or tear them apart.

I guess so.

Théron received a blow near the left temporal lobe.

- Death was immediate? - Yes.

Quartz and limestone in the wound

correspond to the pebbles on the bank.

The killer used what was to hand.

A single blow suggests anger, no? A crime of passion?

That's for you to say,

but circumstantially, yes.

Even if we found the stone in the river,

any prints will be gone. - Yes.

But I do have something interesting for you.

Look at all these bruises,

here, and especially here.

They were caused by blows.

About two weeks old. He must have had a fight.

- Thank you, Franck. - You're welcome.

I see why Major Soler talks of you with such admiration.

- Léa Soler? - Yes.

Right.

Goodbye.

Bye, Franck.

Hello. Gendarmerie.

Oh really? So it's written there.

In case we don't see the flashing light.

You heard what happened?

I live at the camp,

my brother Lucky runs the courses.

Did you know the victim?

Sylvain?

He came here every day.

Can you tell me about him?

Of course.

He liked his chips crispy and his steak rare.

- And? - And he didn't eat dessert.

Just a coffee.

Apart from the menu, did you talk about anything else?

- Hello. - Hi, Léa. Oh, Léa!

Bring it back tonight.

About Thomas. I thought he should see

the careers advisor.

He's still worried?

Yes, it's getting worse and worse.

If I'd followed mine, I'd have become an air hostess.

- What's funny? - Nothing.

I didn't want to work in just one place,

so that was his advice.

Tom feels like he's on his own.

The others seem to know what they want to do.

Yes, I know.

I don't know.

Maybe we can tell him that's not true.

I've already told him.

It's funny.

He got that from me, being anxious, stressed.

It's not my best side.

Do you wonder about life?

Do you?

- No. - No.

Nor do I.

That's OK then.

What did the search give?

Nothing at all. And you?

The ex-wife?

She seems happy with her new partner,

but the house is full of photos of her ex.

A victim with no reason to be killed.

We need to check the gold panners.

Paul, let me finish.

How could he afford a 2,000-euro course on minimum wage?

He was hiding something,

and we'll find it in his life, not in the river.

- Your driving force. - What?

Disagreeing with me.

- No. Why... - Yes, often.

Thank you, Captain. Thanks.

- Soler, yes? - Yes, Major.

I've been to a money changer Théron visited.

Two days ago, he changed 9,000 euros into Australian dollars.

9,000 euros? Where did he get that?

It's not possible. He had to do overtime

just to pay child support for his son.

Child support? There's no trace in his accounts.

He never paid his ex anything.

Are you sure?

- Yes. - OK, fine.

- Thanks, Erwan. - You're welcome.

I could never count on Sylvain.

When Elliot was diagnosed, it got worse.

He wanted to fight the whole world.

I couldn't handle that too.

So we divorced.

Contrary to what you said,

there's no trace of bank transfers

for any child support

in Sylvain's accounts.

Can you explain?

I'm sorry. I didn't want Marc to know.

He's the opposite of my ex. Practical,

efficient, reliable.

What do you mean?

- He'd have been angry at Sylvain? - Yes.

They didn't get on well. I didn't want to make it worse,

but 2 weeks ago Sylvain came

and gave me a large sum in cash. He even meant

to send Elliot to Australia.

Hence the dollars.

My son thought his father was a hero.

Where did Sylvain get the money?

He'd found a gold vein.

In the river, there's gold.

So he sold the gold and gave the cash to his wife.

All the money he earned was for his son.

Rubbish.

- There's no gold in France. - Oh?

In French Guiana, yes. Not here.

Did the widow see any gold?

I don't think so.

And he should have declared it, but there's no trace of that.

I don't have all the info yet.

That's normal. There's no gold in that river.

A man finds a gold vein and says nothing?

No way.

OK then. Even if this gold is a mirage,

Théron wasn't killed there by chance.

Well, good luck.

Stick with the mirage, I'll check the new husband,

then the victim's neighbours.

OK, fine.

Shall we stop now?

We'll stop, and talk again tomorrow.

Bye.

Major?

I checked it out. It's not good news.

The colonel's not joking.

OK? What did they tell you?

He wants you to pay for recent errors.

- In what way? - A transfer.

I see. Thanks, Captain...

Er, Sophie.

- Yes? - Let's keep this between us.

Of course.

You talked to Dad, now you're panicking.

- Thomas, I... - You'll ask me

4,000 questions.

- I just want... - Info on Alice?

Not at all, Thomas.

I just want a hug. Like this.

Just a little hug. Thanks.

- Are you OK, Mum? - Tonight it's me who needs comfort.

What's up?

I'm tired.

Things are difficult right now.

My life, my job, your sister, your worries,

your father, I...

I don't think I can cope.

I wish someone would look after me for 5 minutes.

But are you really OK?

"Really", meaning in real life?

The colonel wants to transfer me.

That makes two of us.

- What? - We don't know where we're going.

- You're still stressed? - Yes.

It'll be fine, Thomas. Don't be scared.

I'm not scared.

You know why?

Because I have you and your sister, and we love one another.

That's what matters.

We're a family, Thomas.

Your father, your sister, me,

we're with you, we believe in you.

Believe in yourself, honey.

OK, you want to make me cry.

I love you so much, if you only knew.

Don't tell your dad.

- No. - Promise?

- 30 seconds. - What?

Starting now.

30 seconds close to my son.

Pretend I'm not here, carry on working.

- Do I bother you? - No.

OK.

Just 30 seconds.

It does me good.

Hello, everyone.

Does your daughter have a vocation?

That's not in the rules.

I know. I'm sorry, Major.

Her mother should have come for her,

but she slept late after a bad night.

Mini siestas, vitamin C, the winning cure for a new father.

Really? Was that Captain Marchal's recipe?

No, his solution was to leave it all to me,

and it worked. He was never tired.

Any progress in the Théron case?

I spent hours on the gold panners' forums.

They live in their own little world, and Lucky was a god for them.

"Silence is golden" seems to be their motto,

but I think there's a way to break through and get some info.

How can we do that?

By infiltration.

A real infiltration, Major?

That's a good idea.

A guy who inspires trust.

Right.

Someone discreet, unobtrusive...

- You'll be perfect. - Me?

Pirate an identity,

sign up for a course.

Théron has left a place free.

It may work.

Consider it a holiday.

Fresh air, the river,

camping, it'll...

It'll do you good.

It'll give you a breather. Trust me.

"A holiday"?

I've never been camping.

Are you OK?

I don't know.

What do I need for an infiltration?

- You're going on an infiltration? - Yes.

Well, nothing from here.

Pack your bag at home,

like a civilian.

OK.

Know about the tension between the colonel and the major?

What do you know?

- He's fixated on the errors we made. - Procedural errors happen.

I thought there must be something more.

The colonel didn't choose Soler.

- Really? Why? - She came here after a sanction.

She threatened a man who beat his wife,

the woman wouldn't testify, so it went against Soler.

The colonel was mad, getting an officer with a bad reputation.

Exactly.

We must stick together.

And what do you know?

She mustn't make another mistake.

Mr Borie, hello. Captain Marchal.

My wife's waiting for me, to pick up Elliot.

- What do you want? - To talk about Théron.

A neighbour saw you fight with him. You box, right?

He must have suffered.

Did you think we wouldn't find out? Our job's to investigate.

So I have a murderer's profile.

- Jealous husband kills ex. - Exactly.

Are you confessing? That'll brighten my day.

You think I'd ruin my life for him?

I've no idea.

Depends on your quarrel with him.

They weren't lying. So many photos of the ex.

Looks like Nathalie's in love.

You bastard.

Feeling bad, are you!

Nervous tension. I knew it.

Calm down now.

We'll go to the station.

This is not good.

- Hello. - Hello.

I've come for the course.

Gold-Digger31. My real name's Erwan.

- Was it you on the phone? - We don't stand on ceremony here.

- Carole. Welcome. - Thank you.

- How did you catch gold fever? - I read about Lucky.

It seems he's the best.

Definitely.

See that tent? It's for you. I prepared it all.

But you don't have anything! No boots?

If I'd known, I'd have brought my bed.

You're a joker.

We'll lend you stuff, but at a price.

Money's not a problem.

Love doesn't count the cost. I'll settle in.

No. Leave that here, go to the river.

Lucky's waiting for you. Here.

- There. - OK. Thanks.

You're welcome.

- Hi. - Hello.

- Marité. - Erwan.

Lunch is at my place, up there,

above the village.

It's not free, but it's good. Shall I sign you up?

At night, I cook here. One nice big family.

Good luck then.

Amazing, that tent over there.

It was in the paper. Like the Far West.

Did the guy find gold? Or...

Stick to the river, it's safer than the Far West.

Thanks, Mathieu. I'll handle this.

Can you take these off?

Are you serious?

Attacking a custodian of public order,

how can I say that I...

No. I won't take them off.

- You're dangerous. - I'm stressed, I lost it.

Like with Sylvain Théron, by the river.

But I never went there.

Let's start at the beginning.

What bothered you about your wife's ex?

He abandoned a sick child,

a woman in tears.

Then turned up, so sure of himself,

offering Elliot a holiday. I no longer existed.

Do you know where he got the money?

- No. - OK. Had he made a new life?

Maybe.

I saw him in town with a woman, 2 weeks ago.

- It was odd. - Why odd?

When I went to say hello, he looked annoyed,

and she just cut me dead and left.

What was she like?

Aged between 40 and 50, blonde,

a tattoo on her arm, of a skull, like a pirate.

OK, a pirate. That's something else.

One last question.

Where were you this morning at 7.17?

At the hospital.

Elliot had an attack in the night.

Look, Nathalie's waiting for me with him.

I'll send someone to look after them,

and he can check your alibi too.

Thanks. Mathieu?

That's it, girls, carry on. Keep the rhythm.

- Go on. - Like this?

Yes, keep going. Keep the rhythm.

Very good.

Carry on, don't stop. Good.

Once you've filled it with water, start a regular circular movement.

- Yes? - Go on, Erwan. Don't be afraid.

- It'll all come out. - Don't worry.

Gold's cleverer than you.

How was it when you found your nugget?

I've only seen them in photos.

It's OK, you can ask me.

What was it like?

I can't describe the feeling, but I can let you touch it.

That's what we're here for.

Yes...

It's beautiful.

To think it's come all that way to reach us here...

It's...

Believe me, you won't find anything bigger round here.

I was lucky.

I could have found fool's gold, pyrite.

Plenty about.

You need faith to carry on, after that murder.

Faith moves mountains.

Without it I'd still be Roger Lefort.

Do you know the guy who died?

Yes. He was like you, he just wanted to find gold.

It really upset him. He liked Sylvain.

Do you think he died because he found a vein?

People don't kill for that, especially not here.

We're a close-knit group.

Is this gold?

Not bad for a beginner.

Yes... But it's only flakes.

You expected a nugget first time?

That's not bad at all.

You're very lucky.

Keep still for a photo, Erwan.

A photo to post in the bar.

OK.

Say selfie!

Léa called. She's with the victim's ex and their son.

Her partner's alibi is confirmed.

Found anything?

I checked up on Théron.

No illegal activities, no second job...

Maybe the major's right, gold's the likeliest

source of income.

OK, you've chosen your side, you're with Léa.

Great. And she's got Erwan too.

I'm not keeping scores, I'm neutral.

Did you find any trace of a woman like a pirate?

- "Pirate"? - Yes.

- No, nothing. - OK.

And the phone records?

They won't be long.

Why not accept you're wrong?

Captain, when you say you're neutral,

do you mean 100% neutral, or a bit against us?

Yes, a bit.

Elliot, tell me about your father, to help me find his killer.

My father was the best.

They say I have the best doctors.

He was my real doctor.

He was also a dreamer, right?

He helped me to accept my daily life,

going in and out of hospital, the pain.

Did he mention a trip to Australia?

We saw films about gold panners there.

He knew the techniques. He was the best.

You think he could pay for the trip from the gold he found in the river?

Did he show you the gold?

Better than that.

What do you mean?

Sorry, Mum. He told me not to tell.

May I see?

So? What do you say?

What? What did you say?

Oh yes, I see, it won't come out. Let me help.

Who was right? Me.

The river, gold. An excellent motive.

OK, I admit it, you were right.

OK, now we have a motive for the murder,

we must find the killer.

True.

Where's your James Bond?

He's settling in, trying to stay unobtrusive.

Erwan infiltrating a camp full of gold panners. Not easy.

He's quite at ease, whatever you think.

- Erwan? - Yes, Erwan, Paul. Really.

I checked the victim's phone.

No sign of a love affair.

No sign of the pirate woman he was seen with?

Nothing.

But I found something interesting.

Théron got calls from another guy on the course,

Vincent Planel.

Why phone, when they were together all day?

10 calls of 1 second, in a row.

Sounds like harassment.

Let's check out Vincent Planel.

- I'll do it. - Thanks, Sophie.

We should question him, right?

Another drink?

No, thanks.

I'm going to lie down and keep still.

You'll get used to it.

Get it down, it'll cure the backache.

Gold panners! Drink with the newbie!

Yes!

You've got a good recruit there.

Impressive, right?

Regional champion, runner up in all France.

I even get invited abroad.

Everyone wants to see our Lucky.

He made the river clean,

and he keeps the developers away.

To Lucky!

Do you understand?

Before, I was Roger Lefort, no one knew who I was,

and look at me now. Lucky, the gold king.

Cheers.

Don't get excited.

Have you seen his nugget?

You'd have to be very lucky to find one like that.

It's not easy to talk to them! Does he ever stop?

I know what you're after. You're a journalist, no?

If you can help me and keep quiet about it,

I'll put your name in the paper.

Vincent Planel. What was his relationship to Théron?

My favourite is...

- This one. - It's not like me.

You look amazing there.

What's the matter?

You're the first to see me as I am.

Shall we send it?

Your friend's dad will print them for free?

- Yes, don't worry. - Off it goes then.

We just have to wait a week. What's up?

Your friend's dad is called papa?

No, he's called Pat.

No... No, no, no.

It's not possible.

Stop!

Stop it.

Oh, shit...

You've sent them to your father?

Marchal will join you at once, OK?

Keep in touch, Erwan.

What the hell is that?

Are you OK, Paul?

- What? - You OK?

Sure, I'm fine.

Your jacket.

Can you tell Camille to come to the camp, please?

To check something.

- Sure. - OK.

- OK? - Yes, fine.

Alice, it's Dad. What's this joke? Call me at once.

How did you find me?

I'm a cop. I can find you when and where I want.

We've always known about Julien, but it's not that.

What is it then? Because I sent you photos by mistake?

No mistake. Parapraxis. A call for help.

A call for help?

What's all this, Alice?

What've you done to your body?

So my body belongs to you now?

- OK. - What are you doing?

Stop that.

You came for an inspection, right? Look.

Satisfied? It was makeup, dad.

OK, I may have overreacted.

A bit, yes. Given you have tattoos.

You don't tell your parents anything.

You're always spying on me.

We're programmed to think the worst.

I'm in love, Dad.

- Moving in with him? - The secret services told you?

No, but I've moved into town specially for you, your studies,

and you're abandoning me.

I didn't want to move. It was for you.

Can we talk tonight?

Don't tell Mum.

I don't know.

See you tonight.

You never take a break?

Gold won't wait.

Do you think I'm mad?

We wouldn't be here if we weren't.

See that line of water? It's the Gold Line.

The current flows diagonally, so when the river dries up,

the pebbles and alluvium stay here.

Right where a guy was killed yesterday?

By chance?

I hear you didn't get on with him.

Are you a cop?

He isn't, but I am. Are you Vincent Planel?

Yes.

My boss is waiting up there for you.

You stay here. I have a few questions.

- How are things? - Lily,

a girl on the course, says Planel and Théron had a quarrel.

"Lily, on the course".

Infiltration was a good idea.

You got something on him?

Yes, Marchal will make him talk.

You're not OK?

No, I'm really not OK.

I'm sore, I'm always wet,

we sleep among spiders,

we have communal showers where I can almost see the germs.

And you only started this morning.

- Good luck. See you later. - See you.

Make yourself at home.

Thank you.

We checked you out, Mr Planel.

You're heavily in debt.

The bailiffs took your car, your flat...

You live here all year.

So what?

It suits me fine.

Only one place to search.

You've been spying on someone,

but unfortunately,

the person you trailed is dead.

I can explain that.

Sure, but not here. With my boss.

She loves stories. Camille?

Follow me, Mr Planel.

I play poker. Sometimes I win...

Occasionally, you mean.

Sorry.

- Go on, Mr Planel. - Occasionally,

I win. Often, I lose.

So I try to rebuy in the river.

Did Sylvain Théron play poker?

No. I don't think so, anyway.

A few days ago, we had a drink. We drank a bit too much.

Sylvain started telling me his life,

then he said he'd found gold.

- I got mad. - Why?

He should have shared it with us. That's how it works here.

So you spied on him,

to try and find his vein, right?

Yes. But he was crafty, and I failed.

So you killed him.

I didn't kill him.

I don't know who did.

OK. Let's assume that.

I want to understand how Sylvain Théron managed

to sell his gold without telling anyone,

without declaring it.

Any idea?

They say you can sell it on the black market and pay no tax.

And who organizes this business?

Marité Lefort.

Lucky's sister.

- Why are you still here, Captain? - You ashamed of me?

No, but we shouldn't talk.

We can say I'm interviewing you. Sit down.

Vincent Planel's a real paparazzi.

Théron gave gold to Marité

and got cash?

Yes.

And discreetly, in town, I found the pirate woman.

This may be suspect number 1.

If they were trafficking, maybe they fell out.

No. I tell you, I know nothing.

I'm just a trainee.

You think they were taken in? You're a great actor.

I checked with the court,

and Vincent Théron was a witness last year in a theft case.

Theft of what?

Jewelry. He was temping for a jeweller

when some rings disappeared and were never traced.

Maybe he stole them and passed them to Marité.

Maybe she wanted to keep the loot.

We need to know more about her.

- Right? - OK.

So get to work, James Bond.

Hi, young Erwan!

Gold fever's given you big ideas, right?

- Coffee? - No, orange juice, please.

I need to get my strength back.

But look what I found this morning.

Not bad at all.

This must make nearly a gram.

I heard you could buy them from me, on the quiet.

That's only worth about 20 euros.

- I'm not sure it's worth it. - Yes...

Pity, I needed some cash.

Otherwise, I have a ring you might be interested in.

Who do you think I am?

Oh, sorry. I thought...

I know a guy who buys river gold, that's all.

- I'm not a fence. - Sorry.

Hello, darling.

"Darling"? Are you feeling OK, Erwan?

Tired. Very tired, yes.

It's very hard,

and I miss you.

I see. You can't talk?

Excuse me.

Right.

Something's not right, Major. He didn't sell the stolen rings here.

He did, but not as we thought.

I have the analysis of Erwan's nugget.

Those are seals, Paul.

- Yes, but I have to. - Why?

I tell you there's no gold there. No gold in that river.

They found traces of copper and silver.

That's not normal.

No, it's not.

The victim melted down the jewelry to make a fake nugget.

So we were both right.

No. Not at all.

- I admit when I'm wrong. - You admit when you're wrong?

When did you ever do that? I'm amazed.

- Nonsense. - Paul... Yes, Erwan,

is that a motive?

Yes, if Marité knew Théron had given her adulterated gold,

she might have got mad.

What shall I do? Bring her in?

Oh no! No, no, no.

Definitely not.

Officially, you're on leave.

On leave? But...

- Why, Major? - The colonel

was against infiltration,

and I can't defy him right now.

Stay there, we're coming.

OK.

- Hello! - Hi.

Are you OK? You look fed up.

Er... I'm going to have to leave.

Finished your report?

You could say that.

- Marité, drinks! - I have to tell you

something, Lily.

Relax. I like you too.

Look, I have loads of selfies of us two.

I'll send them to you.

Those are from yesterday morning?

Yes, just before we found Sylvain.

National Gendarmerie.

Marité Lefort, come with us, please.

That was 10 minutes before the murder.

Where's Lucky? I thought he was there.

No idea. What's up with you?

I've done nothing! What's this?

I've done nothing!

Death to the cops!

Take them all in. I'll explain.

We're taking you all in!

Come on!

Why did you shout "death to the cops"?

The first thing I thought of.

There's something...

What's up? Are you mad?

We were wrong. It's not Marité.

At the time of the murder, Lucky and Carole were missing.

They lied. It's all here.

- They're covering each other? - One of them's the killer?

Put me in with Lucky. I'll make him talk,

before my leave ends.

Yes, well,

I'm sorry I lied to you, Erwan.

Never mind, Major.

I enjoy infiltration.

OK. Are you sure about Lucky?

Oh yes.

OK, let's go then.

Why are they after my sister?

No idea, they didn't say.

Anyway, they have nothing.

Marité didn't do anything.

You think it's for the murder?

You know who killed Sylvain?

She couldn't have been at the river.

At that time she's in the bar, taking orders.

Then why not tell them, to help your sister?

Remember what I told you.

Always believe in your luck.

Come out, you.

Lucky won't say anything.

I didn't think he would.

The question is, why would he or Carole

kill Sylvain Théron?

No idea. What's this amazing nugget?

It's what Théron gave to his son.

It's not from the river, so it's not relevant.

Rumours spread fast.

A nugget that big, even fake, makes them dream.

They're driven by hope.

It must weigh at least 20 grams.

20 grams?

So, five times bigger than Lucky's record find, right?

Right.

If people knew,

he'd have lost his status in a flash.

He'd once again be ordinary Roger Lefort.

A mere pebble gatherer who invented a life

beyond his wildest dreams.

That makes sense. Can we prove it?

I've an idea to make him crack.

Carole Berthot, you're remanded in custody.

What have you done, Erwan?

Where's Lucky? What have you done to him?

You really messed with me!

I'm sorry, Lily.

I tried to tell you as soon as I could.

Don't bother.

Mr Lefort.

Lucky.

Please.

Why is she here?

She's accused of murder,

or complicity to murder.

It all depends on what you say.

Marité admitted selling

Sylvain Théron's gold.

Did she tell you how big the nuggets were?

No.

The buyer came to see me.

A vein like that, he...

He couldn't believe it.

And you didn't believe it either,

so you went to see Sylvain Théron,

to ask where he got the gold from.

The bastard sent me packing.

He just wanted to sell his stock in secret.

Told me to keep out of it.

You didn't want any cheating.

I've always been honest. Always.

Even in the toughest moments.

I know people laugh at me,

but true gold panners

like me for what I am,

and I won't disappoint them.

But that's what happened with Sylvain.

He made fun of you and your record.

You couldn't let him go round like that,

with those huge nuggets, wherever they came from.

I didn't think,

I just wanted him to shut up.

You don't know what it is to lose everything.

I fought so hard to be someone,

in a world which had no place for me.

- Hi, honey. - Hi.

Dad, I...

I know you and Mum have tried so hard

for Tom and me,

to make us stay a family, even though you split up.

But I have to tell you that...

- That what? - I love you.

I love you too, honey.

Well, it seems that Julien takes great photos.

Will he show them to us?

I don't think Mum's interested in tattoos.

Mum's interested in your life,

and now Julien is part of your life.

So you visited some apartments?

- Yes. - And?

And we've stopped looking.

Oh? Why?

It's too soon.

He's mad about photography.

He wants to attend a school of applied arts in Montpellier.

Great.

We did the photos for his application file.

Right.

But the entrance exam is tough,

and if he doesn't get in,

he has a backup plan, another school.

- OK. - In Rennes.

In Brittany?

And I'll go with him.

Yes...

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