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Franck! Hey!
Look what I've found.

- It's huge!
- Incredible!

- Is it a real sword?
- Yes.

Be careful.
Be careful.

Stop it!

Watch out.

- What?
- Come and see.

What's there?

- Paul, Paul...
- What

I'm not sure it's a good idea.

- My hand.
- It's nice.

No, but... No.

Léa,
we've been through this,

it's the only way
you can stay in Montpellier, OK?

Yes. Yes.

What's wrong?

You're scared to tell them?

I'll do it then.

I'll tell them. Come on.
You say nothing.

- Paul, I...
- Keep quiet.

Right. Excuse me.

Thanks to you all for being here,

thanks for coming.

We won't keep you in suspense,

I'll just tell you straight.

Léa and I are together.

Once again, I mean.

We're in love,
we're going to be civil partners.

- What?
- Great...

You said they hated each other!

Yes.

Now everyone knows,

let's just get back to normal
and get to work, OK?

There.

Can you let go of my hand?

Sorry. Of course.

- Thanks.
- Sure.

- Now, to work.
- Congrats.

Thanks.

Franck,

thanks for coming.

Thanks for inviting me.

- It was worth it.
- Sure.

We're happy and we want to share it.

Yes.

I never guessed.
You're good actors,

especially Léa,
because even now it's official,

I...

She's happy,
but she's keeping it all inside.

Yes, maybe.

Her job makes her like that.

- Oh yes.
- Yes.

Sure.

Naturally.

- Mazal Tov .
- You too.

"Inside"...
Rubbish.

Yes, Erwan?

I'm coming.

A Knight Templar.
That's new.

Armour, a coat of mail,
all made by hand.

Not just a fancy dress outfit.

Is there a medieval festival on?

No. Erwan checked.

No identification,

no papers or phone.

His neck is broken,

and I'm sure
Franck will find more fractures too.

He died from a fall.

From up there, I think.

If it was suicide, he couldn't fail,
wearing 25 kg of armour.

It wasn't suicide.
Look at his palms.

All scratched,
as if he'd tried to grab the wall.

So he was pushed.

That's right.

This is a crime scene.

- Where's Marchal?
- Exploring the ramparts.

It's amazing.
You're made for each other.

I mean, the civil partnership.

You were together,

you separated and...

I'm tired of this.

Now you're back together...

I found this by the wall.

- What is it?
- A parchment.

Belonging to the knight?

We'll find out by reading it.

OK. "My first is an insult
meaning 'idiot',

"my second's
the sound of the serpent,

"my third is a word for the weather,

"my fourth a demonstrative,

"and my whole is a girl's name."

- I am?
- Constance.

Con, "s", temps, ce.

That's the name of the tower
in Aigues-Mortes.

Yes, but how did you guess?

It looks like a treasure hunt.

I love treasure hunts.

From your scouting days.

We'll check it for prints.

Better still, we'll follow the clues

to find out where he was going.

We'll send it to the lab.

Magalie, send this to the lab.

I bet my method will work.

And what do you bet?

A dinner for two.

A romantic dinner.

We need photos to convince people
of our relationship.

OK, but if I win,
Thomas and Alice will come too.

A romantic dinner for 4.

OK?

OK.

Anyway, as I'll win...

I hate it
when you're so sure of yourself.

- Bye.
- Good luck.

Here.

Your dad asked me to bring this.

Why?

It's to fool the brigade,

about the fake civil partnership.

You'd rather she moved?

No. All's fair in love and war.

Yes, Mum's very happy.

But she's taking 3 steps backwards.

Stop it, she's grown up.

She knows what's what,

and so does Dad.

The photo wasn't easy for your dad,
Thomas.

That's enough.

You think the civil partnership
was to get Mum back?

No?

Thomas...

No...

Oh my...

It's wonderful.

Beautiful, yes.

But we're not here for the scenery.

Come on.

If getting back with the major
stresses you so much,

maybe it's a mistake, Captain.
Just saying.

It's not that.
It's just...

Léa and I had a bet,

and I don't want to lose it,
that's all.

- OK. We'll win then.
- Yes.

What are we after?

We're looking for a parchment
like this.

Just a second... OK.

- Good hunting.
- Yes.

Excuse me a second.

- Got it!
- Yes?

Yes.

"Like the patron saint,
share your coat

"with those who give alms."
So?

The patron saint of kings

is not St Thomas, no, it's...

- It's St Martin.
- Yes.

His coat of arms is on the tower.

Oh no, that's cheating.

No one said
we couldn't use the internet.

And no one's seen us, anyway.

We must get on if we want to win.

Yes.

Fracture of the radius, pelvis,
neck and jaw.

It was a terrible fall.

I thought so.

What about the time of death?

Between midnight and 2 am.

The ramparts are closed at night,

so the victim or the murderer
must have had a key.

He'd also drunk a great deal

before he fell.
His hands are calloused,

with plaster under the nails.

Like a construction worker.

Despite the scratches?

Yes.

Well done.

- Thanks, Franck.
- You're welcome.

And congratulations.

Sorry?
"Congratulations" for...?

Oh, the civil partnership.

Yes.

Thanks.

You look radiant.

It's not every day
you get back with an ex.

No.

Right.

- Bye now.
- Bye, Franck.

- Chocolate?
- Oh, thanks.

This civil partnership's a miracle, right?

Yes.
It shows you should never give up.

And just in time
to block her transfer.

Are you suggesting something?

Not at all, no.

You're so close to Marchal,
if it wasn't real...

- Hello.
- Hello, Major.

Any news about the knight?

The people who have keys.

There aren't many.

Firefighters, music academy,
tourist office.

We'll check the alibis.

A guide might dress up
as a Knight Templar.

True.

Have you checked the staff?

Just doing it.

Go back.

There.

That's the victim.

Marco Salieri.

An Italian.

"An Italian".
A nice name, Marco Salieri.

And I've won.

I've won.

Yes, I've won.

Got it.

Non nobis, nomine.

Not in our name.

There it is.

- Sorry.
- The Templars' motto.

Right!

The numbers below
look like coordinates.

Latitude and longitude.

The victim was on his way

to the Templars' Inn.

A hotel in Aigues-Mortes.

The major's beaten us,
she has his name.

- No?
- You lost your bet.

How did she do that?
And we even cheated.

Here's what we'll do.

Tell her you knew,
but were keeping it secret,

and I'll back you up.

No?

That's not fair play.

- OK.
- Here's the plan.

Go to the tourism office,
Erwan can go to the Templars' Inn.

OK, Captain.

Sorry, we're not open yet.

I'm not here to visit,
but to ask about Marco Salieri.

Is there a problem?

I ask the questions, Mrs...?

Louise Chéneau,
in charge of the Tourism Office.

Marco Salieri was found
by the ramparts, dead.

My God, that's terrible.

What was the little party for?

Marco was getting married,

last night was his stag night.

He was to join us
after the treasure hunt.

Weren't you worried about him?

The treasure hunt included a present,

something special.

"Special" in what way?

We have a room reserved in that name

for last night.
Mr and Mrs Salieri

must still be in their room.

She may be, but not him.

Oh yes, they are.

Here they are now.

Lieutenant Le Bellec, gendarmerie.

If you're Marco Salieri,
I've bad news. You're dead.

What?

We don't know much
about Marco Salieri,

until we hear from Italy.

He arrived in Aigues-Mortes
5 years ago and renovated houses.

Wasn't he a guide?

That's just a hobby,
in his spare time.

Who's the impostor Erwan brought in?

Nicolas Godet, also a guide,

who was at the stag night
with the others.

Why was he at the hotel
instead of the victim?

Enjoying the gift.

It was a striptease artist

they'd hired for Salieri.

"Striptease artist", yes...

What a gift!

I find that really uncool,

a striptease artist at a stag night.

It's not my fault.
Nothing to do with me.

Yes, yes...

- No.
- Well, OK. So?

So...
Gaudet spent the night with her.

- A striptease artist...
- Yes.

Even with your prudish attitude,

can you imagine what happened?

"Prudish attitude"?
Since when have I been a prude?

Since you've been away from me.

For the team to believe in our love,

you need to come a bit nearer.

- You think so?
- Yes.

Is this near enough?

Yes, that's...
That's good, yes.

You should whisper sweet nothings,

you know.
- Yes.

The firefighters and music director

all have alibis.

There remain just the guides
who have a key,

and as Salieri was killed

during their treasure hunt,
does your feeble brain

grasp what that means?

The killer is one of them.

Well done, Marchal.

- Let's get to work.
- Yes.

There's something else.

I nearly forgot.

This.

It would look good...

There.

- No, Paul.
- Yes.

It's pretty,
and it will brighten up your desk.

See you later.

What?

No...

Come on...
Léa and you go back how far?

It's odd no one noticed anything.

Isn't it?
Because we're professionals.

Did you know Marco Salieri?

No.
I expected him, but he didn't come.

Do you often play the role of...
A gift?

Quite often,
especially for stag nights.

I'm a gogo dancer.

An official gogo dancer.

Call me, if you need one.

I also do private sessions.

Maya's a good friend.

I asked her to do the job.

A striptease for Salieri?

I waited in the room.
He was due to come at 11.

Why in a hotel room?
So you could go further?

I'm not a prostitute, I'm an artist,

as I told you.

Nothing to hide.

Yes, I can believe that.

Why didn't you organize it
at Mr Salieri's home?

He lived with his fiancée.

She wouldn't have liked it.

Girls don't always appreciate my art.

It's such a cliché.

And Marco didn't need to pay girls.

He was cultivated, full of humour.

- Everyone loved him.
- Yes...

When you love someone,

you choose a gift they'll enjoy.

The other guides
didn't love him so much, no?

Of course they did.

They're a close-knit group,
they were all at the party.

Having fun while waiting for Marco?

Yes, they dropped him
at the ramparts at 8.30pm,

he set off on the treasure hunt

and when he didn't show up
we thought he was enjoying his gift.

I waited till midnight,
then rang Nicolas

to ask him what I should do.

What did you do?

I said nothing and joined Maya.

Why didn't you go
to look for Salieri?

I don't know.

I thought he'd be asleep,

as we'd made him drink a lot
beforehand.

So you thought
you'd enjoy the gift instead.

Especially a nice bed.

The guides are volunteers.

I'm the only one who's paid,
as I'm in charge.

Salieri earned his living
in construction?

He restored old houses
in Aigues-Mortes.

He had a passion for history.

That's how he met
Charlotte de Rohan, his fiancée.

Is she linked to the tourism office?

Not directly,

but her mother's a professor emeritus

at Montpellier University.

A well-known historian, she helped me
with the treasure hunt clues.

Sorry to ask, Miss de Rohan,

but where were you last night?

I was here with mother.

I stayed the night.

Marco told me he'd be out all night.

Really?

He told you about his stag night?

Not the details, no.

He didn't talk
about the other guides.

You don't seem to like them.

Marco and I
were so different.

"Different"? How?

Marco was a charmer,

a dreamer, self-taught,

the opposite of me.

And you liked that.

Opposites attract.

We need the contact details
of his relatives.

He didn't have any.

He lost his parents very young.

He got his love of history
at the orphanage,

and he could outshine academics.

With a historian for a mother,

you'd like that.

What's going on?
Who are you?

It's the police, Mum.

It's Marco.

It's superb.

And Marco did the renovations?

It's been in my family for centuries.
He really preserved the Rohan spirit.

You had a lot in common, no?

Whereas your daughter and he
were unalike,

it seems to me.

Charlotte likes to say that,
but they were very similar.

Marco was an orphan,
I raised Charlotte alone.

Her father died?

He left
when I was pregnant with Charlotte.

- It wasn't planned.
- I see.

He didn't like surprises.

After you.

He already had a family
he'd forgotten to tell me about.

When Marco met your daughter,
did you immediately welcome

this self-taught workman
into the family?

At first I was dubious.

A penniless Casanova after Charlotte:
I imagined the worst.

So what changed your mind?

I soon saw
he wasn't interested in money.

Marco was a good man, really.

They spoke very highly of him
at the tourism office.

Yet someone hated him enough
to push him

off the ramparts.

All his colleagues praised him?

Yes.

The guides are not
a close-knit group.

What makes you say that?

I know some of them were jealous
of Marco's discoveries,

and wanted to appropriate them.

"Discoveries"?
What "discoveries"?

The Templars' treasure? No less?

Charlotte and I reacted like that
when he first told us,

until he showed us proof.

So did he bring out the Holy Grail
one night,

between cheese and dessert?

I wish he had, but sadly,

the Grail is just a legend.

No, Marco had found gold coins
dating from the Templar era.

That's what he told you.

I asked an expert, and it was true.

I'm no historian, but I...

The Templars' treasure
is more than gold coins, no?

Marco also found documents
he was trying to decipher.

- Really?
- Yes.

My mother always believed
in the treasure.

She doesn't say so in public,
so as not to appear a crank,

but I grew up bathed in myths.

The proof Marco found,

where is it?

Here, for safekeeping.

Can you show it to us?

Looking for something?

No, no. No, I...

Major, I checked the rota,

and 2 of them don't have alibis.
Louise Chéneau and Nicolas Gaudet.

"Nicolas Gaudet"...

He was with the striptease artist, no?

He may have passed the ramparts
on his way to the hotel.

What do you think of the 2 suspects?

Louise Chéneau, I don't really know.

Nicolas Gaudet has no motive,

but he's very discreet
about his relations with Marco.

Isn't he?

"Very discreet" how?

Like you and Marchal.

Well, you'll get used to that.

Even I've got used to it.

Erwan? Erwan?

Where are Marco's papers and record?

I called Italy, but cooperation

is slow.

OK. We'll carry on.

This way.

So the work wasn't finished.

Because Marco worked alone.

At weekends, mostly.

He set up a desk here
for his research,

while I stayed with Mum.

Is that his safe?

- Yes.
- Can you open it?

- No.
- Really.

He never shared the code,
even with you?

Marco guarded things jealously.

OK... I'll call a locksmith.

No. No.

No need for that, look.

No, it's empty.

So Marco was killed

to get at a mythical treasure

people have tried to find
for centuries?

It sounds a bit extreme,

but it's the only motive we have
so far.

The safe that was burgled

supports the idea.

If the Templars' gold exists,

if the Rohans aren't lying,

that's a lot of ifs.

From Captain Marchal.

The gold that was sent to the expert.

Unlike you, he also finds

the theory of the treasure plausible.

Why aren't I surprised?

Surely,
if an authority like Olivia de Rohan

believed Salieri,
he had convincing proof?

I found this in the Rohans' cellar.

The Templars in Occitania.

Well, that's for Marchal.

Did you investigate
the tourism people?

Guess who quarrelled with Marco.

- Nicolas Gaudet?
- Right.

How did you guess?

He hired the striptease artist,

and he wasn't at the party.

So he did it to hide his tracks
while he killed Salieri?

Maybe.
I'll ask Vannier to question him.

Thanks, Inès.

Why would I kill Marco?

To steal some documents

concerning the Templars' treasure.

I don't understand a thing.

My quarrel with Marco
had nothing to do

with treasure.

Why, then?

He owed me some money.

I lent him 200 euros,
I wanted it back.

You went to his safe
because he didn't pay you back?

No. I didn't even know

he had a safe.

Maybe he fought with someone else.

- Why?
- Marco's a bullshitter.

He made up stories to show off,

to look good.

Do you have proof of this?

He never told us
where he found the gold.

He always evaded the issue.

He knew how to confuse people,

and he fooled plenty of them.

For example?

For example... Louise Chéneau.

She was mad about him.

Why do you say that?

I saw the two of them
in the office.

That's the Tour de Constance.

It was named in memory

of St Louis' great aunt,

wife of the prince of Toulouse,
Raymond VI.

I'll talk about
the Tour des Bourguignons later.

Now you can go downstairs
to continue the visit.

- Any news?
- Yes.

Marco and you had an affair.

Do you have anything to say?

It was before he met Charlotte.

We stayed friends, no problem.

We heard you still love him
and might be jealous.

Did Nicolas say that?

He surprised us once.
So what?

I broke it off with Marco, anyway.

Things weren't great?

Marco wasn't straightforward enough.

He was a fanciful character,

an invented persona.

In other words, a big liar?

Let's say he fantasised,

to get people's interest.

That was part of his charm.

What stories did he invent?

He talked about his youth,

stories which he changed

to suit his audience.

"His youth"?

The orphanage, his foster families.

I soon realized I couldn't imagine
a life with him.

So, 2 witnesses describe him
as a compulsive liar.

Could he have lied
about the gold too?

Why not?

In any case,

I'm interested in his past,

not in the treasure of the Templars.

Unlike Captain Marchal,
I know, Erwan.

Any news from Italy?

Nothing yet.

It's hard to get hold of them.

Try again, because I need info
on how his parents died,

if he had problems in the orphanage, everything.

Got it?

- Go on, Erwan.
- Yes.

Hello?

Ah, you speak French?
That's good.

Thanks for coming so soon.

If I can help at all...

Thanks.

Captain Marchal will see you.

So the documents in Marco's safe

showed where he found the gold, right?

That's what he said, yes.

You never saw them?

No.

He promised to show me them,

once he was sure about things.

You jumped the gun, then,

when you made
that very public statement.

The article in the local press.

"For Olivia de Rohan,

"the Templars' treasure
is hidden in Aigues-Mortes."

Journalists' simplification.

Though I did make that statement

rather prematurely, I admit.

You had such trust
in your son-in-law,

and the coins had been authenticated.
I understand.

If you don't know where,

maybe you remember
when he found them?

About 2 weeks ago.
Why?

We need to sequence the events.

For our enquiry.

Emmanuelle?
Look after Mrs de Rohan.

Thank you.

Mrs de Rohan.

Please take a seat here.

Do you know this map?

It's a copy
of an old map of Aigues-Mortes,

which dates, I think,

from the mid-13th century.

Well done.

1250, exactly.

The interesting thing, look,
is that it's been annotated, here,

and here, by Marco.

That's his writing.

Do you see the red line here?

What does it represent?

The old roads of the town,
in the Templar era.

Right again.
You're an expert.

It took me some time to work out.

I thought of something else,

and strangely enough,
I was right after all.

- I don't understand.
- Look.

Those are the houses Marco renovated

in the last few years.

If you do this,

they're on the line.

Each blue dot

is a site he renovated.

Coincidence?
I don't think so.

OK,

but I don't follow you at all.

What are you getting at?

Marco didn't randomly choose

the houses he renovated, he used them

to search for the treasure.

It's an interesting idea.

So maybe he found the gold
on his current site.

Yes.

Your own house.

If there was treasure
under my house, I'd know.

Do you often go and dig
in your cellar?

Of course not, but...

If Marco found gold,
it must have been here.

We're on the right track.

Trust me.

Wait. Sorry, excuse me.

What's that?

No idea.
It must be Marco's.

He stored lots of things down here.

Be careful.

Wow!

You see, I told you
we must always keep the faith.

A vintage wine?

I tried it yesterday.
See what you think.

My father's a wine buff,

and often gives me a nice bottle.

Would you have been a gendarme,
if your father wasn't?

When I was little,

I loved playing cops and robbers.

I cut my dolls' hair,
made guns for them.

Later, I wanted to be a photographer,

but then I saw
how disappointed my father was.

So yes,
I took this job to please him.

Was your mother jealous?

She's another story.
I wasn't the daughter she wanted.

I was a tomboy,
she wanted a real girl,

and 35 years on, she still buys me
dresses I'll never wear.

Why are you laughing?

I don't normally stay with clients
after yoga class.

I don't take them to museums

and I don't oook with them.

- It's not good?
- It's good. I like it.

- Cheers.
- To us.

You know you've only one more class?

Already?

Really?

No?

Oh no.

Paul, it's Léa.

We need to fix some rules here.

One mark of affection per day,

if necessary, and no more photos.

I'll start having nightmares soon.

Yes?

I... I had too many at home,

and I thought
I could brighten up my office a bit.

See?

It's not important.
So? What's new?

I talked to the Italian police
last night.

You're right, Marco lied to everyone,

real big lies.

- He's not an orphan?
- No.

He was raised by his mother.

She was informed,
and has just arrived.

OK. Thanks.

Mrs Salieri?

You raised your son alone?

His father never recognized him.

As he was usually in prison,
it was for the best.

Did Marco know?

His father visited us sometimes.

At first, Marco liked that.

But as he grew older,
he finally understood.

He was ashamed of him.

I understand
why he invented a different life.

He was a dreamer.

I can't blame him for that.

It was a means to be happy.

He was getting married, did you know?

I respected his decision,
but it hurt to know

he was denying his origins.

Marco's past wasn't the only thing
he was hiding,

and I was right.

The Templars' treasure exists?

I don't know, I wish it did,
but the tunnels do.

He discovered an entrance

in his mother-in-law's cellar.

They run for hundreds of metres,
it's amazing.

He didn't tell anyone?

Apparently not.

I think he planned
to explore them all

before telling the Rohans.

So the gold was in those tunnels.

Or maybe not.

- Sorry.
- Sorry.

Thanks.

His father was arrested several times

for burglaries,
once at an antique collector's.

Right, and I bet
the loot was never found.

You won.

It included gold coins...

From the Middle Ages.

OK. Shit, shit.

OK.

When Marco was little,

his father told him
he was a treasure hunter,

hence his absences.

These coins were the only present
he ever gave him.

That's how he got interested
in the Templars.

If he gave them to someone,

he must have had no choice.

What makes you say that?

The last time I saw Marco,

I felt as if I was being watched.

There was a car
parked outside my house.

A smart car
with a French number plate.

When I went out to see,
it drove off at once.

When was this?
Do you remember?

Ten days ago.

What Marco feared most

was that Charlotte would discover
the truth.

To show himself as a hero,

he strayed from his story.

As the tunnels were empty,
he improvised.

Maybe.
Excuse me.

Sure.

Soler. Yes?

Right.

OK, thanks.

Is there a problem?

The number plate on that car

was that of Charlotte de Rohan.

She'd found him out?

I guess so.

What a shock, before the wedding!

I don't see her as a killer,
and remember,

the ramparts
are closed to the public.

Captain Marchal said the tunnels

run for hundreds of metres?

Yes.

Come with me.

If Marco's map is accurate,

the foundations of the Rohans' house

join the ramparts

near the Tour des Bourguignons.

- The crime scene.
- Yes.

Go with Marchal,
bring Charlotte in.

- OK.
- Thanks.

This is ridiculous.
Charlotte was with me that night.

You weren't asleep by 2am?

Charlotte
could easily go to the cellar

without waking you, right?

So you have no alibi.

Miss de Rohan, come with me.

Mum...

If you want to help her,
then help me.

To do what?

To check out a theory.

Can you guide me
along the tunnels?

Very well.

I don't know why
Marco lied about his parents.

Maybe he didn't want to lose you.

You, a well-bred,
intelligent, cultivated girl,

him, the self-taught son of a thief.

No, that's nonsense.

I'd still have been attracted to him.

I didn't care about that.

I loved him so much.

I'd never have hurt him.

I loved him.

Do you understand?

Major, Captain Marchal on line 3.

OK.

Excuse me.

Yes, Paul?

Léa, you were right,

the tunnel goes to the tower.

10 minutes from the house
to the crime scene.

Are you sure
Marco never mentioned the tunnels?

Quite sure.
Not to me or Charlotte.

OK, Paul, keep me informed.

Hang on, there's more.

The anti-gang squad just called,

they already knew
the gold had turned up.

How come?

Apparently,
collectors photograph their coins.

The expert saw them in the database.

"The expert"
who authenticated the coins

Marco had?
- Yes.

He spoke to Olivia de Rohan
a week ago.

Did you hear, Marchal?

Yes. I thought as much.

Well, then.

Your daughter's innocent,
only you can prove it.

I think it's time you told the truth.

You stole Marco's documents
and then killed him.

I needed to check them.

When you read them,
you knew he was lying.

And the expert's call pushed you

to follow Marco to Italy.

My car had a problem,
that's why I took Charlotte's.

There I realized
Marco had been laughing at me,

about his find, and about his family.

It was 10 days ago.

Why not tackle him then?

I did.

I couldn't keep it to myself.

I couldn't tell Charlotte either.

I didn't want her to hear it from me.

I tried to convince him.

I hoped he'd change for Charlotte.

You waited till the wedding.

How could...

How could a specialist like you

be fooled like that?

Marco could be very convincing.

He showed me the tunnels,
said he'd found the coins there.

Such a wonderful story.

Too good to be true.

You knew the code for the safe.

Yes. I'd seen him open it.

You were manipulated.

You'd already announced the treasure.

You were about to be
publicly humiliated.

I told you, it was for Chalotte

that I talked to Marco.

You helped
with the treasure hunt clues,

you knew he'd be on the ramparts
that night.

Yes.

He was very drunk when I arrived.

He said I'd ruin Charlotte's life
if I told her everything.

I pushed him in anger, and then...

He stumbled over the parapet.

I tried to catch him,
but he was too heavy.

It was an accident.

And Charlotte really loved Marco.

I just wanted him
to tell her the truth.

She didn't deserve to marry a liar.

I didn't want her
to experience the same...

The promises, the false hopes,

and the abandonment.

Paul,
I just had a call from the team.

- Yes?
- They searched the tunnels,

there's no treasure.

- Ah well...
- Will you be OK?

It's fine, I knew.

I... I'm not 12 years old.

But you know,
there are real historians

who say the Templars' treasure exists

and is hidden in Italy.

More specifically, in Tuscany.

Right.

Can you see it?

- No.
- You and me,

a little scooter,

drinking Chianti and...

No, really.

A great place
to celebrate a civil partnership.

What are you up to?

Just saying.
I'm joking.

- You are?
- Yes.

I wasn't sure.

- No.
- OK.

But a little restaurant, now...

Great, "a little restaurant", then?

And who's going
to the restaurant with us?

- Alice and Thomas.
- No.

- Why?
- I won the bet.

No, I won the bet.
I did.

Ask Inès.

I will, but first,

I'll warn her about lying.

She'll soon change her story.

OK, forget it.
You won.

It's not nice to lie.

It's the first time.

- Anyway...
- "The first time"?

Tonight, for the meal,

if you're free, so am I.

No, tonight, I... I can't.

OK, another time then.

- Yes.
- What's on tonight?

See you tomorrow.

Bye then, Paul.

Bye now.

Yes.

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