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Mr Jolivet!

Lend me your lamp!

I've found something.

Another small empty chamber?

There are lots of them,

but they've all been raided.

Thanks.

Mr Jolivet!

Mr Jolivet!

Oh no! Marion!

- Did you sleep well? - Yes.

We don't have to whisper now.

Yes, we do.

If we wake my parents.

we'll have to eat with them.

So what?

No. I don't like that, early in the day.

Too much noise, too many people.

And I liked having you as my secret.

Hey, didn't you want a normal relationship,

stable and secure?

Yes, Erwan.

OK. I'll come right away.

- Bye. - Bye.

Major.

Hello, Erwan.

Hello, Major. Come this way.

Thanks, Erwan.

It's just here.

We didn't dig more

in case we removed evidence.

That's good.

The victim?

Marion Duval, 24, archaeology student in Montpellier,

specialized in prehistory.

The iron age, before the age of antiquity.

A fascinating period.

Is there anything you don't know?

The man who found her

explained it all.

Good.

Hello, Major. Coming down?

Franck! Hello. Yes, I'm coming.

What was she doing here?

Helping, with other students. It's part of the course.

She was living in this tent.

Right. Is Marchal here?

Yes. Talking to Jolivet.

He wouldn't go down, he said it was too narrow.

He said that?

He's claustrophobic.

Too narrow...

OK. You search the victim's tent,

and I'll go down.

Very well.

You won't wait till we bring her up?

- It's very cramped. - I'll be fine.

I must see the body in situ .

OK.

This is a change from the lab.

Yes, it's cosier.

Why did they make you come?

To examine things

before they move her.

OK. Any signs of fractures?

No, just a blow to the head.

When did she die?

Last night. I'll be more specific later.

OK.

Odd, bringing a body here.

And how did they bring it here?

Mr Jolivet! Hello.

Hello.

Captain Marchal, National Gendarmerie.

Can I ask you a few questions?

Of course.

What were you doing this morning?

Excavating, as usual.

Montceau is a very important site.

It may tell us

whether the Samnagenses lived on this Gallo-Roman site.

I see.

- You're a researcher? - Just a student.

Student? Aren't you a bit...

Old?

No, when I retired, I signed up for Marc Samoens's classes.

He's directing this dig,

and he's a world-famous expert on Roman Gaul.

- Did you know the victim? - Of course.

Marion was a delightful student,

very enthusiastic.

A bit less so this week.

Oh! Why?

She found a priceless statuette

which might have proved our hypothesis.

But just as the INRAP expert was going to examine it,

the statuette disappeared.

The INRAP?

The National Institute for Preventive Archaeology.

Of course, of course.

How did it disappear?

Surely it was stolen.

Can such items be sold easily?

It's a niche market,

but for collectors it's worth a fortune.

Is there a photo of it?

- Hello. - Hello.

What's this?

Paul? What's this statuette?

It was found by Marion, but it's disappeared.

Apparently, it's worth a fortune.

If she found the thief...

He might have killed her.

Exactly.

Can you question the people

working on site?

Find those who knew how to close a burial chamber.

Or find a secret passage, or something.

OK. I'll do it.

Can you go into that tiny space,

so dark, so small, so narrow?

Can you?

Can't you send Inès, please?

Pity, she's just gone to see Marc Samoens, the director.

To interview him and his wife.

How did Marion react to the theft?

She was very upset. She found the statuette.

Any idea who took it?

No. No idea.

It was surely a hired thief.

It wasn't stolen by accident.

It's of huge historical value.

- It could have kept the dig going. - Kept it going?

It closes this week. As planned.

A mistake.

In your opinion.

The statuette was so important,

the INRAP might have extended the dig.

But now it's gone,

the INRAP will close it.

You know it's not my fault.

I'm a scientific director. Nothing to do with digs.

My husband doesn't understand that.

Fine. I understand.

Thank you. I must go now.

I'll go with you, I must get to work.

Goodbye.

- Your husband did these? - No, I did.

You're talented.

Thank you.

I spend a lot of time on digs, following my husband.

Are you moving?

As the dig's ending, we're off to Brittany.

After 20 years here, we'll enjoy the Atlantic.

You and your husband seemed close to Marion.

We met her after her mother died,

and she joined my husband's dig.

We were like her family.

You had a shared passion for the Samnajenses.

Samnagenses.

It's really my husband's passion.

He and Marion could talk for hours about them.

When did you last see Marion?

3 days ago, but she called me yesterday.

What for?

She asked when she could come

to pick up her things.

Who could tell me more about her?

Karim Daoui, another student.

Her boyfriend.

Karim Daoui...

Don't touch anything, please.

Who are you?

National Gendarmerie, and you? Karim Daoui, right?

I came for Marion's things.

Sorry, they must stay here for the enquiry.

You can get them afterwards.

Anyway, what would I do with them?

All I have left is memories.

Were you together a long time?

Nearly 6 months.

But you didn't live in the tent with her?

Camping's not my thing.

I come to the dig in the daytime.

Anyway, we knew it was going to close.

Was she planning to travel?

Not to my knowledge.

But Marion had her own secret garden,

and she respected mine.

I liked that.

So you didn't talk about everything?

No.

Right.

So no one knows anything about Marion, not even you.

Well?

The chamber is marked on the plan.

It was discovered 2 years ago.

They closed it up, it was empty.

So everyone knew about it, in fact.

Yes. Inès thinks the statuette may not have been stolen to sell,

but to stop the dig continuing.

It vanished at the right moment.

Yes, apparently by chance. Handy.

We need to find out who wants to halt the dig.

Yes. And what about the secret passage?

There's no secret passage.

That's only in films.

The major won't be satisfied with that.

Yes, I know, but...

Will you go, please?

Oh no, I'm too tall, I can't.

Not much taller than me.

I must take these boxes to the station.

- Please. - Sorry.

Ah, Erwan! What did you find in the tent?

I'm just looking at the stuff.

And you, Captain?

I'm looking for collectors,

but nothing so far.

OK. And the mystery of the burial chamber?

Marchal's on that. Or rather, in it.

- He's not done yet. - Yes.

What's this thing?

Is it the stolen statuette?

Yes, it is.

It was in Marion's things?

Yes. Packed by Karim Daoui.

OK. So she who stole it.

I spoke to Marc Samoens.

He's dumbfounded. He can't understand.

Why would Marion do that?

To sell the statuette. Maybe she needed money.

No.

Her mother left her plenty.

So it's not that.

She must have wanted the dig to close.

But why?

Did you find anything else?

Yes, a crash course in Turkish.

Well, everyone chooses their own hobbies.

But her boyfriend didn't know.

Which is strange.

Would you learn a foreign language in secret?

No.

Oh dear! What a face!

Did I annoy you?

No, it's fine. I'm dealing with it.

I just need to see Erwan and I'll go back.

How are you?

Fine Keep me informed.

- Yes. - Bye.

It's African.

Sorry?

Sorry, the necklace. It's from Africa.

We said we wouldn't talk about Greg.

I didn't mean to talk about him.

But by the way...

Isn't it a bit immature to receive your lover,

with the kids about?

It's their home too.

If you lie about that,

what else will you lie about?

It's bad for them!

You're right. True.

Our kids have grown up.

They can understand their mother has a new life.

I'll tell them tonight.

Not tonight, no need to be in such a hurry.

But as Greg's going to have a central place in my life,

Thomas and Alice need to know, I agree.

As we're talking about changes,

I must say I've thought a lot

about becoming a major.

Come on, Paul, don't talk nonsense.

Everyone knows you'll say no.

Not at all. On the contrary, I quite like the idea.

But you hate authority.

You don't like orders. How would you give them?

It's not a value judgement. It's just not your thing.

OK, fine.

You can tell people

they may be very surprised by my decision.

Paul, don't get annoyed.

If you're a major, what will it mean?

That we won't work together any more, right?

Forget that. Sorry. Forgive me.

Listen.

It's good you're thinking of your career. Really. OK.

- Yes. - I'm proud of you.

Bye.

Should I call you Major right away, or wait a bit?

She died last night about 10pm,

from a blow to the head.

And the bruises on her arms?

How old are they?

From the colour, I'd say 3 or 4 days.

3 or 4 days?

So she had a fight

or was attacked 3 or 4 days ago and killed last night.

That's it.

I found traces of ammonium sulphate

under her nails.

What's ammonium sulphate?

A toxic substance, banned in Europe.

What's it used for?

As a fire retardant.

Why under her nails? It's normally a spray.

OK. Anything else?

Not for the moment.

- Thanks, Franck. - You're welcome.

- Bye. - Bye.

Ammonium sulphate...

Great. Thanks, Mum. Yes, fine.

OK. Let's talk later, as I'm working now. I can...

Yes, take care. Me too. Bye, Mum.

I thought so. I'd heard of ammonium sulphate.

My mother used it when I was small.

What for?

As a weedkiller. That was before we heard of ecology.

Why would Marion use a forbidden weedkiller?

Who knows?

I checked out Turkey.

Marion contacted a Turkish dig near Bodrum,

which found traces of the Samna...

Samnagenses.

That's it.

OK. What's in the emails, then?

No idea, they're in Turkish.

- I don't speak Turkish. - Me neither.

Nor me.

I'll try to contact someone there, who speaks French.

Mr Daoui? Karim Daoui?

That's me.

Hello. Captain Marchal, National Gendarmerie.

Can I ask a few questions?

Go ahead.

We found the statuette in Marion's things.

Could she have stolen it?

No way.

Marion was honest, committed, upstanding.

She must have had a reason.

Do you think she wanted

the dig to be halted?

On the contrary. She wanted it to go on.

When she found the statuette, she and Samoens were thrilled.

Let's try the other way round.

Did anyone want the dig to be halted?

Well... I can think of only one person.

The developer, Taillerand.

Ready by end of 2017. Running late, weren't they?

Sure. Each time the dig stopped,

Samoens asked for it to be extended.

It worked for 4 years.

So they weren't happy?

Far from it.

They nearly came to blows.

Did this Taillerand know Marion?

Not as far as I know.

Come in.

I checked. Taillerand and Samoens

weren't on good terms.

A link to the victim?

Maybe with Taillerand, yes.

He had a project

for ecolodges in the trees.

Luxury and nature.

But the trees in question

mysteriously started dying a few weeks ago.

No trees, no ecolodges.

More urban, less nature.

Obviously.

So the ammonium sulphate found under her nails

was used to kill the trees?

Yes, it seems some archaeologists do that.

A tree's in their way,

they kill it off discreetly.

Something's wrong here.

Why would Marion kill trees so the dig went on,

but steal the only thing that would allow that?

It's a paradox.

True, but if she'd gone on with her game,

Taillerand would've lost millions.

OK, send Erwan and Inès.

- Mr Taillerand? - Yes.

National Gendarmerie. We have a few questions.

Of course.

Do you know Marion Duval?

The young archaeologist? I heard she died.

I saw her once.

You misunderstood. We're talking about murder.

OK. Right.

I had words with her. But I didn't kill her.

- When was this? - 4 days ago.

What exactly happened?

I wondered why my trees died.

I had some tests done

and found they'd been poisoned.

You discovered it was Marion.

So you went to her.

Yes.

We talked it over.

A lot of scratches for a quiet discussion.

I think you pushed her and...

No. She attacked me.

I pushed her off, that's all.

Why would I want to kill her?

My project was going ahead.

How did you know?

The wife of that archaeologist told me.

- Sylvie Samoens? - Yes.

She said she was sorting it.

Marc is mad about bits of stone, but there's nothing there.

But I thought digs weren't in your remit.

I lied about that.

I know the person who gives permits.

So you decided

to plot behind your husband's back?

It was bound to close.

I just got Montceau moved

to the top of the list.

- Did Marion know? - Of course not.

Unless she found out.

She came to you, you fought...

No way.

In any case, Marion was talented,

she'd have found a more prestigious dig to work on.

Please...

if my husband knew this...

Incredible.

A collector answered me.

But we have the statuette.

Did she try to sell it?

No, she bought it a month ago for 4,000 euros.

She bought it?

It wasn't discovered on the Montceau site,

it comes from a dig in Portugal.

OK. OK. OK.

So Marion bought it

to keep the dig open.

But why did she then steal it?

Maybe she got scared?

Imagine if she heard an INRAP expert

was coming to authenticate the statuette.

She knew she'd be found out.

She panicked and removed it.

That makes sense.

Why go to such lengths to keep the dig open?

- Captain! - Yes.

I studied the plan, and found something.

Oh! What?

Why didn't I think of it before?

What is it?

Go down. I'll join you.

Go on.

Mr Jolivet, are you sure?

Yes, no worries. I'll join you.

Oh, shit!

Edmond, you're taking a long time!

Edmond!

There's no air.

Edmond, is that you?

This is how the murderer got in, Captain.

Are you OK?

I thought you'd be happy, but you've gone white.

No, no, I... I'm fine.

Can you open for me now?

Really, Mr Jolivet,

why not tell me about this before?

I should have.

We found it 2 years ago.

It wasn't interesting, so I forgot it.

I'm a poor student.

No, no.

So the murderer left the body there,

and built a wall, Samnagenses-style.

Yes, with Gallic bitumen, like in the 1st century BC.

It's made from plant matter

and limestone.

Amazing.

Can it still be made?

By a specialist, yes.

Like who?

Marion, or Marc Samoens.

Is that all?

Or Karim.

He did a master on the Samnagenses.

Yes. I can't think of anyone else.

OK. Fine.

Thanks.

I was one of 8 selected candidates.

Amazing. I'm so proud of you.

Did you hear that, Thomas?

It's great.

When are you coming back?

Next week.

I finish the exams, then start the internship.

Wonderful. And Julien?

If Julien gets into his art school,

I'll be back in Montpellier.

That's great. Really great.

But when you come back, both of you,

where will you live?

What do you mean?

Well, I don't know, you, the two of you...

Here? Are you going to live at home?

Is that a problem?

No, no. Not at all.

OK.

Thomas, can you come here a sec?

What's up?

I'm so proud of you, darling.

You're great.

Are you OK?

So, when your sister, when you come home...

it won't just be us.

Grandpa and Grandma?

No, they've found a flat,

not far from here.

A nice one, very handy.

But it still won't be just us.

Are you OK, Mum?

Don't interrupt, Thomas.

Or I won't be able to say it. Thanks.

It won't be just us, because...

For some time now...

Mum, you pulled a guy.

That's it.

- I wouldn't use that word, but... - No way!

Yes. Yes, yes.

His name's Grégory, he's my yoga teacher. Remember?

No way!

Yes, yes. Is that all you can say, Thomas?

That's it.

That's it...

Thomas, hold Mum tight.

What?

Hold her tight and hug her. It's the moment.

Tell her you're happy for her.

I'm happy for you, Mum.

I'm happy too, darling.

Tell her you love her.

- I love you, Mum. - I love you too.

So there we are then.

- Hi, Charlie. - Hi, Marchal.

Paul!

- How are you? - Fine, Colonel.

Listen.

I'm giving a talk at a conference on cyberterrorism.

A very topical subject.

Of course.

I want you to attend.

First, to learn something,

second, to meet people.

That's crucial, to become a major.

Of course. It's tempting, yes.

But I love working in the field.

So I wonder whether...

I need time. To make my decision.

You're right, Captain.

Think about it.

I'll see you here at 8pm.

But I haven't yet decided.

You want to stay under my daughter's orders?

See you tonight.

Hello, Captain.

Already here?

Already here?

A weird language.

Already here?

Oh, hello.

I didn't have my hearing aids in. Sorry?

I said, already here?

Yes, since the crack of dawn, in fact.

I came in early to work on Marion's emails.

To follow the Turkish lead.

Found anything?

With machine translation,

I'm deciphering them.

The last one ends:

"We'll see you in 10 days."

Sylvie Samoens said Marion was bright,

she'd soon find another dig.

Turkey's not in the EU.

You need a visa to work there.

- Do we have a passport? - Yes.

And a visa.

Perfect. That's it.

So Marion was going to Turkey in 10 days,

but hadn't told her boyfriend.

What? Would she have just left,

after fighting so hard to keep the dig going?

No, Léa, it makes no sense.

Yet it's the most logical hypothesis.

Have we checked the calls between Marion and Karim?

Sorry, I didn't understand.

You're playing at major? Rehearsing?

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Yes, Major, we're checking them.

It seems he hadn't called her since the day before.

So either they kept their distance,

as he claims they did, or...

Or he didn't call because he knew she was dead.

That needs checking.

I'm sure the murder is linked to the site.

Close the door!

Why does Marchal reject the stolen statuette story?

It doesn't fit the victim's character.

Marchal always spots that kind of incoherence, you know.

Mr Jolivet.

Hello. This is Lieutenant Zaïdi.

Hello.

Do you know the site in Gerês, Portugal,

where the Samnagenses lived?

No, no.

Wait a minute. Portugal...

Marc Samoens knows all the sites. He's a world expert.

Wait.

Portugal, Gerês...

Spain... Gerês, there.

He even wrote a note about it a few years ago.

But what does it have to do with Marion?

May we borrow the book?

Of course.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Marchal was right, there's more. Samoens was in cahoots with Marion.

He knew where the statuette was.

Sabine, what did you get from Karim's phone records?

You're right, they didn't communicate the day of the murder.

They normally sent 4-5 texts a day.

So do we have a spurned lover?

It's not so simple.

I checked Samoens' accounts.

Last month he withdrew 4,000 euros.

4,000 euros?

Exactly the price of the statuette.

Which only he knew about.

Like the ammonium sulphate.

Excuse me.

He bought several things from sites abroad,

and ammonium sulphate

is banned in France.

So Marion did all that with Samoens' help?

No, he was her mentor.

Marion felt things had gone too far,

she stole the statuette, threatened Samoens to tell all,

and so he killed her.

I found something strange

about Marion's career before she came here.

Did I miss something?

Despite what she said, her first passion wasn't the Sam...

- Samnagenses. - Yes.

It was the first world war.

Nothing to do with Gallo-Roman times.

So we could imagine

she changed speciality to join Marc Samoens.

Hang on! Are you suggesting they were lovers?

I don't know, but we must speak to Daoui and Samoens.

I'll call Karim Daoui.

Thank you.

Samoens, voicemail.

Daoui too.

Track them via GPS.

The two phones are in exactly the same place,

at Marc Samoens' home.

That's handy, we can interview both at once.

You're lying!

- Hear that? - Yes.

- Coming from the back, right? - Yes.

Admit it.

What were you doing with Marion?

I can ask you that.

- You killed her. - You're lying!

Karim! Karim! Drop the gun.

- The bastard killed her. - It was you!

I'd never do that.

Was she going to report you?

What are you on about?

The statuette that was under her bed!

I worked it out.

Karim, Karim, put the gun down.

With me, Karim. With me.

Put the gun down.

With me, with me, Karim. That's it.

It was Friday.

Speak up, Mr Daoui, I can't hear.

It was Friday.

She told me it was over,

she was making up for lost time.

You didn't ask her what she meant?

No. What could I do?

Oh I don't know. Go beserk, mull it over,

then go back to see her, lose control.

No.

If you want to know,

I got drunk, hoping she'd change her mind.

And then I...

I found the statuette.

She'd never have had that idea.

Someone pushed her to do it. It must have been Samoens.

You thought he'd killed her.

He'd do it to save his reputation.

Why did you say nothing?

What was the use, if there was no proof?

I wanted him to confess.

He would have, if you hadn't come.

Excuse us for doing our job, Mr Daoui.

The bastard killed her because she left him.

What's this story?

How do you know?

Because...

She told me. We were close.

Oh yes. So close that she gave up everything for you.

- It wasn't for the Samna... - Samnagenses.

Thank you.

It was to be with you.

I don't see...

For you she poisoned trees, stole the statuette.

We didn't want the dig to end.

There's so much more to find.

She left Karim saying she was, I quote:

"making up for lost time."

What do you think she meant?

OK.

Let's go over your history.

In 1996, you were teaching at Lille university,

where Marion's mother was a student.

Marion was born a few months after you left,

to an unknown father.

You're Marion's father.

Of course.

She's so good! She's amazing!

That's between us, OK?

- I won't repeat it. - OK.

Tell me, could you check something for me?

Yes, what is it?

Marion did so much for her father,

I suspect she wasn't going to Turkey alone.

I'll check with the embassy.

Thanks.

She just turned up last year, unannounced.

You knew nothing about her?

Nothing at all.

I don't know why her mother never said.

You were married.

That can explain a lot.

Marion found who I was when her mother died, and...

It was typical of her.

She decided to come and meet me.

How did you react?

I was scared.

Sylvie and I never had children, so...

To find out I had one...

You wanted it kept secret.

Yes. I didn't want my wife to know.

And so?

Marion wanted to catch up, for us to get to know each other.

She took my course,

and 3 months later she was the brightest, keenest student.

We were so alike.

That's when you started manipulating her?

That's not true.

The trees were Marion's idea.

Until Taillerand caught her,

and she felt it'd gone too far.

She was going to reveal this dig wasn't her dream,

but yours.

You'd have lost everything.

No. On the contrary.

Excuse me.

Visas were issued for the same date for Marion Duval and Marc Samoens.

OK. My mistake.

You were both going to Turkey, right?

Marion wanted to.

She thought the new site was very promising.

What about your wife?

She'd have understood the trip.

She always understood.

And about your daughter?

Were you going to keep the secret?

I couldn't tell her that.

Mr Samoens has a good motive.

Come off it. A father killing his daughter?

I don't know.

We can't discount it.

He'd just found her, maybe he didn't see her as a daughter.

So we go back to the boyfriend?

No, no.

Karim went to see Samoens with a gun

to create an alibi?

He didn't know we'd come.

True, that doesn't stand up.

But they're the only ones who know how to make mortar

like the Sam...

There may be someone

who's not in the team,

who has that knowledge too.

And who had reason to kill Marion?

- A woman? - Yes.

Sylvie Samoens,

neglected by a husband

who cared more about his work,

and dreaming only

of retiring to Brittany.

If she found out her husband

was going to Turkey with Marion,

her dream was shattered.

Question her again.

OK, I'll do it.

But if she was capable of burying that girl,

I don't think she'll confess easily.

We have no proof.

I think the proof is at the dig.

Your intuition again?

No, it's the mortar.

Oh, Léa! Alice called me this morning.

We need proof, Paul.

This is not the moment.

So you've shared your big news?

I have. I followed your advice.

I clarified the situation.

OK. Thomas...

told me Grégory makes his own herbal teas.

Yes, Grégory makes his own herbal teas.

You ought to try some.

It's good for stupidity.

And I hear you're going to a conference with my father?

Funny, this sudden bond between you two.

You'll have to dress up.

Yes. I thought about it.

I'll wear my wedding suit.

- No. The burgundy one? - Yes.

Take a photo, I must see this.

This door. It drives me mad.

What's funny?

Bye, everyone.

Right.

Edmond!

This bit of wall

is an exact reproduction, by the students,

using the Samnagenses method?

Yes. Why?

Maybe the murderer didn't make new mortar,

but stole some from here?

Is that possible?

Yes, it's possible.

OK, I'll call in a team

to take fingerprints.

Sylvie, we found your prints

on the mortar in the chamber

where Marion's body was found.

What do you mean?

To get your husband back, you had to get rid of her.

But your plan was bound to fail.

I don't understand a word.

Marc was upset about Marion's death,

not because she was his student, or his mistress,

but because she was his daughter.

What are you saying?

When Marc was teaching in Lille,

he had an affair, and the result was Marion.

Sylvie, I...

I need to know exactly what happened.

When I found out he was going to Turkey with her,

I went crazy.

I couldn't stand it.

So you called Marion?

No. She called me.

She'd found out I was trying to close the dig.

So you met, and...

She was going to tell Marc.

He'd never have forgiven me. I had to shut her up, so I hit her.

I didn't mean to.

She fell.

My wife now? What's this nonsense?

She's confessed, Mr Samoens.

Darling...

Why?

Oh yes!

Why are you laughing?

No, it's fine.

You're laughing at the suit?

Not at all, Captain.

You are, I can see.

It was made to measure, you know.

My mum made it for me for my wedding.

- Really? - Yes.

It suits you, Captain. A perfect fit.

Yes. And the corduroy material...

And the colour. Burgundy, isn't it?

I think it's...

OK, I get it. I look ridiculous.

Do you want my jacket?

No, it's fine.

No harm in trying it on.

OK.

Without the waistcoat.

Take off the waistcoat.

A tie! Yes.

A tie...

OK.

The narrow blue one.

More subtle.

Oh yes... That's better.

That's good, Captain. Except...

The trousers. They're not right.

They're all I've got.

OK.

That's good. Classy and fashionable.

- Really? - Yes.

Well, thank you.

Oh yes! My trousers really suit you.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

- You look great. - Do I?

Yes.

Like fancy dress?

No. Jeans and jacket, right on trend.

It feels a bit 80s to me.

Oh, it's not bad. I don't look bad.

You must tie your tie.

I don't know how.

I never learned. Did you?

- I'll try. - Go on.

Well, is the rumour true?

- What? - You're going to be a major?

It's just for a conference, not...

But would you like to?

- To what? - Be a major.

Oh!

I mean, are you doing this to...

to prove something to someone?

Prove what to who?

I don't know.

Major Soler, perhaps.

No, no, not at all.

There we are... Major.

OK, I'll be off then.

Do you think that... I'd be a good major?

Oh yes, yes.

But... is it really what you want?

We all get promoted. I can't just stay as I am.

Bur you're happy as you are. Aren't you?

I'll be late. I have to go.

You look... really great.

- Bye now. - Thanks, Inès. Bye.

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