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(man) Maxime Lesage, "Siegfried Variations".

Third act

? "Siegfried Variations" from Swan Lake ?

? The music stops. ?

? Steps ?

? He gasps. ?

Maxim!

Can you continue? - Yes, don't worry.

Go on. It's your turn. Go! - Yes.

(man, speaker) "S�lim Boudia."

"Variations of Prince Siegfried".

Wait! So what is that?

Damn, Lea! - I'm going to Ars�ne.

Hurry up! We'll be in five minutes!

I'll meet you in the foyer. - Yes.

? Babble of voices ?

(Man) Watch out.

(woman) No, I didn't gain weight.

(man) I had a leg cramp - terribly.

I had warmed up well.

Hurry, Arsene!

And where is Maxime? - In the foyer.

Your turn is coming. Lea, hurry up!

? Rumble ?

Maxim, is that you?

Maxim.

? Suspenseful music ?

maxim!

Maxim!

Here!

Maxim! Help!

Help me!

? Suspenseful theme music ?

- Antoine Verlay - Florence Chassagne

A man amenable to can of a painting

be moved to tears, okay?

If his father hadn't blocked him for it. I can help him.

- (woman) help him? - Yes, yes.

But I do not know how.

He's locked up like an oyster. He doesn't even want to think about it.

He relies on me for his investigations.

Every time I give him a book that might help him

he loses it.

I don't know how he does it.

(Therapist) You and Capitaine were going through Verlay at the same time

a traumatizing event in your childhood?

Mmm

And that's when you both started, without knowing each other,

talking to the boy from the painting?

You had the same imaginary friend?

Yes.

That's crazy.

Could I explain to him how much art helped him as a child,

maybe that would release his block.

Or what do you mean?

- Hu hu! - Yes, I'm still here.

Should I talk to him about the painting or not?

I'll leave it to you think about it.

? Removed police siren ?

Do you believe in coincidences, Captain?

No, that was nothing.

Easier.

Captain I...

- Bonjour, Captain. - Yes, hello.

- Glad you're here. - We need to talk.

- Yes. What is it? - Is there a problem?

- No problem, not at all. - Oh yeah.

Coffee? A ristretto?

- Or a cappuccino? - Wait, we don't have time.

- An opera dancer was murdered. - What?

- Yes. And there was a poem by Degas in his mouth.

Degas Edgar Degas?

- Yes. So you deal with poets too?

- Degas is not a poet. He is - a

He also wrote poetry, but is known for his paintings.

- What else? Let's go! - Yes, we're on our way.

So Maxime Lesage, 18 years old.

Was an entrance exam for the Paris Opera

and was a student at the Degas Ballet School.

- Like the one in the poem? - Yes.

He was the son of the French ambassador to Germany.

- Are you kidding? - That means a lot of lawyers.

And the new prosecutor needs to be reassured.

- Reassured? - Exactly.

He doesn't know an art historian at a crime scene.

Be professional and discreet, huh? OK.

- Uh... Yes, of course. - Well, okay. So go.

Why is he saying that?

? Mysterious music ?

- Thank you. - Thank you.

We recovered his belongings, but are still looking for his phone.

OK. Who discovered the body?

Lea Ferret, his girlfriend. She's at the same school.

Bring them here and a list of everyone who attended the trial.

- Okay, sure. - Thanks. Awesome, Greg.

Is this a backdrop?

No, this is the "Foyer de la Danse" where the dancers train.

See? This also has to do with Degas.

He often painted dancers practicing.

There.

And here.

Yes, okay. Come now.

Good day. What do we have?

He was strangled. It was around his neck.

- Thank you. - (man) A ribbon of fine cloth.

Degas' poem?

Yes. It was placed post mortem.

Why did the killer put that in his mouth?

"The line of their footsteps winds tendrilly,

like a bird her body..."

- You're not going to... - Wait!

"She flexes her legs too much while jumping.

And flops like a frog."

Well, he was obviously angry.

The killer uses Degas, to his victim

compared to a frog, as if to humiliate it.

? Dark music ?

? menacing sounds ?

- Leah, Leah! We know how painful this is for you.

I loved him so much

Was he the best dancer here?

- Yes. Nobody has the Siegfried Variation for 17 years

danced in the exam.

What a talent had a lot of envy, right?

Like I said, no one had any trouble with Maxime.

- Okay. - We believe you.

Listen, if you can think of anything else, a detail,

or you need someone to talk to, then call me, okay?

- Here's my number, yes? - Thank you.

Excuse me, just a second. Would you please...

May I ask what that is?

These are my business cards. I'm a court witness.

Sounds good, huh?

Do you have business cards?

- Uh... yeah. - Why don't you tell them?

You know who that was. - Stop it!

- Hey, what is she talking about? - I know who killed him.

The Scary Mary.

Who is Scary Mary? Is that a dancer?

No, that's her.

The 14-year-old dancer?

This is a replica of the sculpture by Degas.

Yes, only ours is special and hates us.

It's just a legend that we joke about.

And the insults on the walls my room and this?

He's just sly. Is this fun?

She's jealous because she can't dance anymore

Okay. Has Maxime been attacked by her?

No. - No.

- Sorry. - What? What? What?

I know where the murder weapon came from.

I mean that would have been really great.

(man) Yes, that's the ribbon from the statue.

Was it there yesterday?

- Yes, for sure. The director asked me to fix it.

Remember? - Yes, that's right.

Thank you, Arsene.

Do you think someone from school killed him?

Well, he certainly knew the story of Scary Mary, huh?

But this is just a children's story.

Sometimes children's stories have bad endings.

Could you tell us more about that?

Come.

Anytime a mishap happens to a student, they say,

that was the spirit of Marie van Goethem.

- Marie? - Marie van Goethem.

The little dancer, that Degas modeled.

Her sculpture caused great offense.

- They were considered ugly and scandalous. - All right.

They said she would become a prostitute. They chased them away.

And that's why she comes back and haunts the dancers.

Ah yes. say.

Your students' misadventures are not specially created?

- That's hard to say. They are not very nice to each other.

- There's a lot of rivalry. - Yeah, sure.

So they're swiping at each other. This speeds up

the natural choice, huh?

And this time it went too far.

- Excuse me. - Yes.

Greg! Ask all students about the story of Scary Mary

and if she had any preferred targets.

- Yes, okay. I will. - Thank you.

Let's look at the victim's room?

- Yes. - Great. Then let's go.

? Dark music ?

He was my best friend.

Did he get in trouble at school? Did someone bug him or something?

No, I don't think so. He was rather quiet.

It is only...

Yes? It's just what?

Someone stole his bag two weeks ago.

And I remember he was pissed off because his phone was inside.

He used this to film his rehearsals.

- Did he report that? - No, he didn't want any trouble.

We're used to shutting up here.

You come here at the age of eleven, has an exam every year.

"We repeat."

"One two."

(Man) Only the best stay. You have to make a lot of sacrifices.

(teacher) "More body tension!"

(Man) And suffer in silence.

(teacher) "Okay."

"And one."

"Two."

Maxime wanted to be included in the Ballet of the Opera that's all.

Thank you, Monsieur Boudia.

- You can go. Youss? - Yes?

Do you accompany him

What did he do that he was strangled

and put a poem in his mouth?

I know this isn't right, but could we talk for a minute?

- Because I have something to tell you. - Then just say it.

Well, it's tricky. It...

- Greg would like to talk to you. - We'll be right there. Thanks.

- It's okay. I'll wait until we have some peace.

- If you don't mind. - Okay.

This is Scary Mary the Phantom of the Edgar Degas Ballet School.

And if I specifically search for Scary Mary...

Bum! She is the star of a creepypasta on the internet.

- One ??what? - Creepypastas are urban legends.

Videos, pseudo experience reports and stuff.

- What do you want to achieve with something like that? - You scare each other.

You can make a creepypasta for anything.

Like the OCBC monster and stuff like that.

Okay. So the goal is to feed the legend.

- Exactly. And when I type -"Scary Mary",

I found hundreds of videos about it.

Can you see it?

"Who's there?"

? growl ?

? growl ?

? She screams. ? "I'll cut up your shoes!"

"Yes! I cut them up! Yes!"

- Okay, is that all? - I don't understand.

Was Maxime a creepypasta victim too?

No, I didn't find anything about that.

And did he also make videos? Search!

- Hm. Yes, second. - Check.

I'll do it.

Yes, direct hit.

He made twelve videos. These are the titles.

"Baptiste vs. Scary Mary".

"Baptiste is trapped."

"Baptiste shits his pants?"

It's always the same sacrifice.

But that's like Maxime shot himself at him,

like he wanted...

As if he wanted to humiliate him.

Yes.

? Gloomy, spherical music ?

? Scream ?

"Leave me alone, dammit!"

"Baptiste the dirty rat."

4263 views.

"Baptiste shits his pants." More than 5000.

You're like the star that creepypasta, aren't you?

Why did he do this to you?

He didn't like me.

By the end of first year I was ahead of him on the exam.

You didn't want to be humiliated anymore. It got you...

- Not? - I would never do that.

I couldn't have done that.

Hey Youss, are you taking this?

Take care of him.

? Dark music ?

I'm hungry. shall we eat something

We don't have time for this. Let's get a sandwich.

- Greg? second. - But...

Let's get the boy in without the school finding out, okay?

- Okay. - But Captain.

When I asked if we go out to eat...

- Madame Chassagne? - Yes?

Do you have something to tell me?

- Yes. - Good. Well then, out with it.

Because we don't need knives and forks to talk to each other.

Hm? So get started.

You never listen to me when I say something.

I only exist for you when it comes to the investigation.

Otherwise I'm invisible to you like the phantom.

But no, not at all. Not at all.

When I say the statue's ribbon is the murder weapon, listen.

This is magic. Are you ready?

The statue's ribbon is the murder weapon.

- The killer knows his way around. - Stop filming!

Stop doing that!

Stop filming! Put away your phone and stop filming!

I said put the phone away!

? He sighs. ?

That's now... Bravo.

"When I say the statue's ribbon is the murder weapon, listen."

"This is magic. The ribbon of the statue is the murder weapon."

"The killer knows his way around."

"Hey, stop filming! Stop that!"

(Ms., TV) "Esteban Cortes, the director of the facility,

trying to appease."

"Safety measures are in place and classes are continuing as normal."

"Let's not panic."

(woman) "So optimistic not all."

"My daughter isn't staying here. We pack up and leave."

Bravo. Really well done.

I'm sorry for that.

I asked you to be calm and controlled.

This is a total disaster.

The prosecutor almost hit.

Wait Alex. We can say that it was a miscalculation.

Parents learn from media Details of their son's death.

- What should I tell you? - I'm talking to you.

I can apologize

Madame Chassagne, thank you for what you do for us.

- I've always supported you. - No, wait.

- It has to be. The Prosecutor - is - new and marking his territory.

I'm very sorry, but... I'm taking you off the list

our experts.

You can no longer investigate.

Wait. You can't do that.

I resist, fire us both, Antoine.

I'm really sorry.

? Melancholic music ?

Well then...

I'll go.

No, Madame Chassagne, wait!

? Knock? Captain?

(Pardo) What? - The boy is waiting in the cell.

And the supervisor is here for your testimony.

(sorry) should Greg take care of this? - Hm?

Should Greg take care of it?

No, it's okay. I'll be right there

Baptiste wanted to leave school last year.

He said he wasn't interested anymore.

I thought it was the pressure.

But bullying?

And I didn't notice.

For me it was just arguments.

Children.

This was in his room.

- Do you recognize her? These are the pointe shoes by Maxime Lesage.

That's blood, and inside we found traces of glass.

Someone probably wanted to harm him or take revenge for something?

I don't know what you're talking about.

All right, listen. um...

Today really isn't the right day to be kidding

You get it? So I'm sending this to the lab.

- They find your DNA. And then tell a judge

why you lied to a cop.

Do we do it like this Hm?

Shall I write that you didn't touch them?

OK, it was me.

Well, that's okay.

- That was childish. I swear to you I didn't kill him.

I would never do that.

Why are you denying us access data to your computer?

- What are you hiding? - Nothing.

This is personal.

That's personal, hmmm.

- Fine, listen. That's it. - You're getting on my nerves.

You will now spend a night in the cell.

This will do you good, and me even more.

OK? Do it like this?

? Stirring music ?

phew

? dial tone ?

- Dad? - "Bonjour. Pierre Chassagne."

"Don't leave a message. I'm not listening."

? beep ?

Dad, why don't you ever answer and not respond to text messages?

What should I do?

Call me back, please. I need to talk to you.

Here is your daughter, in case you know you have another.

I hug you.

You changed your face.

They gave her a cheeky, almost spoiled expression.

Should I have made a holy virgin of her?

- You knew what you were doing. Man thinking she was a prostitute.

They didn't help her either when she was kicked out.

What hurts you more, huh?

Your expulsion or your own?

? Beat ?

- Madame Chassagne? - What are you doing here?

I thought I was out.

I'm sorry.

- Well. It's just that prosecutor.

- He's an idiot. - Have you talked to him?

No, I don't think so a good idea.

Oh sure. You chickened out.

- No, the whole thing is just... - No, it's okay.

All right, all right. Forget it.

I could still help you. Have you interrogated Baptiste yet?

- I can't talk about this. - Please?

Until this case is closed,

I can't talk to you anymore.

What does this mean?

We can no longer...

- Never again? - No.

No, because of investigative secrecy.

The prosecutor doesn't want to take any risks.

How is that supposed to work? Does he know about your art block?

He assigned me a replacement.

- What? - Well.

- A surrogate wife. A colleague with a bachelor's degree in art history.

? Fart sound ?

You hardly lost any time there.

- Madame Chassagne. - That's good.

Now you work with a police officer,

not with one that doesn't follow the procedure.

- Don't make it harder. - Hardier for who?

You are fine with it.

If you were here just for that that was unnecessary. An SMS would have been enough.

- Madame Chassagne. - We will not see each other again.

Then you can talk to the police officer at the prosecutor.

Can I continue working now?

- Bonjour. - Bonjour.

- Bonjour. - Bonjour, Captain.

Salute

- You okay? - (man) Sure.

- Captain Verlay? - May I ask what's going on here?

- What is this? - Juliette Mariton. I'm happy.

- We say yes? - Uh...

I did some rearranging and took out the filter machine.

Because ristretto, cappuccino, I can't stand that.

Ba ba ba ba! Wait!

Thanks.

This is my machine. I'm attached to it.

That's why she stays here.

Very nice. These are my files.

- So if you need space... - You, you, you.

So if you need more space, then this is your place.

By the way, this is mine. This is mine too.

The machine comes here, and that...

So beautiful. This is your area.

And this, everything from here is my area.

At least you know here how to welcome someone.

Uh... Say, this thing, you want it to stay like this?

Yes?

I read your service record.

- All great. - Yeah, okay.

I'll help you with your art problem.

And we will work great together, okay?

By the way... the murder at the opera has been clarified so far.

Please? What does this mean?

I've already questioned the boy.

He looked like a baby wanting to go to his mom.

- I played along. And he gave me access to his machine.

I don't know how to do it elsewhere.

But here you inform your colleagues

before squeezing a suspect out of respect.

Don't get upset. It had to be right away.

Otherwise he would have closed again.

The important thing is the result, right? Here.

Come on.

He can draw, huh?

Yes, and what... Is that all maxim or what?

That's why he didn't want us to see them. That proves intent.

What now? did he confess

No, but we still have ten hours of detention.

- Are we going? You play good cop and I play bad, okay?

Uh... okay.

Then... Yes, I'll be right there too. Start without me!

Crap! Is this a joke?

"So you always not involved with it yet?"

Keep cool Antoine. Yes, she is maybe a bit aggressive.

Something? are you kidding me

She's worse than me. She's scary.

- That's intent. Or do you draw stuff like that randomly?

Yes? - I was just venting.

A drawing doesn't make me a murderer.

- No, of course not. To work here I killed myself

and work of every artist since the 14th century.

That's hundreds.

But you're the only one that can do this.

You draw something, and boom, it comes true

(Pardo) You get used to them.

Do you know what she told me? The OCBC is the future.

- The future? Oh yes? - Yes.

- Wow. - She explained to me:

Artwork is next to drugs and guns for big criminals

the most important investment.

There's a career waiting for her. She's an ace.

Better watch out for her.

Otherwise she'll be sitting at your desk.

- (Youssuf) Capitaine? - Yes?

These are Baptiste Jallet's files.

All his folders and what he researched.

- Okay. Also the poem by Degas? - No, not that.

- Okay, thanks. - Sure.

Thanks.

(Mariton) "I'm talking to you!"

- Isn't that weird? - What?

- Yes, he did some research. He must have printed out the poem.

Maybe he deleted it again.

So he keeps everything except the poem?

No, that doesn't fit.

Commander? Look, You're on TV.

(man, TV) "Commandant Pardo of the OCBC is leading the investigation into the murder

to Maxime Lesage, the star of the Edgar Degas ballet school."

"The murder is puzzling, as our correspondent explains."

(woman) "Who hides behind the phantom

the little dancer by Degas?"

"The legend was born 17 years ago after the fall of Aur�lien Dufour,

a student who also took the entrance exam

for the Paris Opera."

"The statue was installed the night before the accident."

"This fueled the youthful imagination."

"Mr. Prosecutor, was the killer inspired by this legend?"

(man) "No comment. Let the police do their job."

- "There have been indiscretions." - Enough. You are so ugly.

"Commandant Pardo and his team don't neglect anything."

(pardo) "Nothing." - "Thanks."

I'd like to see you. Check it out for yourself.

? Impish music ?

- Bonjour. - Uh...

- What are you doing here? - Yes. Bonjour.

I'm... Corinne. I'm here with your father.

With my father?

Yes. - Oh, there you are.

Did you meet

(both) Well. - Wonderful. I said so.

This will be fine.

- (father) Shall we? I want to show her the Italian gallery.

- Dad, did you... - Let's have dinner together.

The three of us. Will you call me?

Yes? Let's go.

Have dinner together?

? Door? Hey, how do you like her?

I met her in a bookstore.

I didn't think this would happen yet. Now say something.

Oh yeah, sorry. Sorry, I really like that.

- Have you checked my messages? - No, I wanted to call you.

Do you know that cop from the OCBC, that big buck

shot at the fall at the opera?

This is on up and down on TV.

Are we going? - Oh yeah. Yes.

We're on the phone.

Your satin feet embroider like needles, lovely images and soft.

- No, sorry. But - Your poem doesn't fit now.

I know I'm despicable.

The jumping girl is ruining my poor eyes.

I have trouble following her.

Sorry. Repeat last verse.

You probably don't know what you want, Miss.

Ruined my poor eyes?

At the end of your life you were almost blind.

- Yes. That didn't stop me from working as a sculptor.

Blind like... Aur�lien Dufour.

? Dark music ?

- Oh! - ? The engine starts. ?

- Hey! - Drive, fast!

- But what are you doing? - You can't see us together.

I thought You had nothing more to say to me.

Yes. They shall not arrest an innocent man.

What? How now innocent?

Only after the accident by Aur�lien Dufour

the phantom began to wreak havoc.

Isn't that strange?

Yes, yes, yes.

Aur�lien Dufour had a career as a dancer, right?

- Mmm. - Yes. And what became of him?

A night watchman in a junk store.

But why is he playing a phantom, huh?

And why does Maxime Lesage get an extra treat, huh?

What piece did Aur�lien Dufour dance to on the day of his accident?

The whatnot variations.

To the same piece as Maxime, to the one for 17 years

no more dancing.

That's reason enough, isn't it?

And again you might be right. What a pity?

Please?

- Nothing. Listen, Madame Chassagne. Yes?

I appreciate what you just did.

But while the investigation is still ongoing we can't see each other.

Clear? Otherwise I'll be fired.

- No problem. I'm used to because everyone leaves me alone.

- So... - Uh... What?

Oh nothing.

Well then. Captain Verlay, au revoir.

No, but you...

? incomprehensible babble of voices ?

- Yes, I was at the opera. The audit was public. So what?

OK.

- Did you know this one? - No.

No, not very well.

But ballet school you know your stuff, don't you?

- The entrances, the small passages. - Yeah, sure. Why?

You sometimes go and scare the students, huh?

There's no reason why they shouldn't suffer too.

We found this bag on yours.

With a cellphone in it.

It belonged to Maxime Lesage and was stolen two weeks ago.

So...

Maxime had heard of my work on the variations.

He came to me and asked me to help him with his audition.

OK.

- And did you accept? - No.

I wanted nothing more to do with but...

But what?

What?

It was an obsession.

I couldn't stop from thinking about it.

Maxime told me that he recorded everything on his cell phone.

That's why you stole it from him.

And that obsession, how far has it gone, huh?

- How was it watching him dance? - You think I...

No, I'm not thinking anything. Just trying to understand.

This was with you too.

This cover features four reproductions of Degas.

What's the deal with Degas? Your concern.

- There's nothing. - Why is there a stamp?

Who were you going to send this to?

- I don't know. No idea! - It was all in Maxime's bag!

That's all I know. I just wanted his phone!

Do you have a moment?

Yes immediately.

Wait here.

- Jimmy, will you pay attention? - Okay.

Thanks.

I didn't know that you were following a new lead.

Sorry, are you upset, huh? It's the result that counts, right?

Ah, all right. I understand.

Okay. Yes, I should have told you about Jallet.

I apologize. Satisfied?

That's a little too easy.

Fine, listen. I'm sorry, okay?

Yes, I was stressed. I wanted to prove something to you.

It was shit. It happens.

Can we start over and work normally?

- Okay, all right. - Captain?

- Great. - Hm?

I checked his alibi.

A director was talking to him at the time of the crime.

They know each other from their time as dancers.

So it wasn't Dufour then.

Oh shit!

Yes, then... let him go.

- Yes - Thanks Greg

So...

So if Aur�lien Dufour isn't lying,

what did Lesage want with it in his pocket?

No idea.

So then... do it now.

- Do something now? - Well, what does all this tell you?

- Hmm? You're the art expert, aren't you?

Yes / Yes. mmm

So this is the ballet rehearsal on stage.

It was painted in 1874. Degas showed it

at the first Impressionist exhibition.

- I don't give a fuck. - Please? I don't understand.

No, I... Uh...

Keep talking, please.

OK.

So Degas always painted in his studio.

And he reproduced everything in great detail.

So in "The Dance School" for example, do you see the stairs here?

- Hm? - Hm?

- The stairs. - Yes?

It was at the Opera on Rue Pelletier...

- Wait a minute. - What?

You won't tell me the Wikipedia entries for the paintings?

What do you want from me?

I do not know either.

Finding the common denominator in all this, a detail.

The little thing you don't see but it's there

before our eyes, that gets the whole thing rolling.

- We... we... - A little thing that...

I don't know. I...

Just forget it. It's not bad.

Forget it.

? She clears her throat. ?

"Meet at Hotel Beau Passage, Room 104.

Don't call me. Destroy this message."

? exciting music ?

? impish music ?

I strive for discretion.

Yes, you succeeded.

Come on, come in.

But that... is really lovely.

- Hmm? Yes, Madame Chassagne? Yes?

Alright, I'll get to the point, okay?

Forget what I said yesterday, yeah?

I need her.

- Me? - Yes.

Yes, the other doesn't work.

We're not making any progress.

To determine with you is...

- Is? - Well, I don't know.

Um... you know how to find it...

- That? - So in short.

It just works between us.

There's this thing.

I'm happy about that now to be honest.

But what about the prosecutor and the secret of the investigation?

Oh, that's okay. We'll do it discreetly.

Since no one is allowed to see us together, we use these.

- Great. We're going back to the old phones.

- Madame? - Yes?

- Only with that, okay? - Yes.

- Just making sure. - Yes, I understand.

Then I'll make myself comfortable.

Yes, you do. Good.

Um... yes.

Um... well, we found them at Aur�lien Dufour.

He says they belong to Lesage. And I can't relate to them.

Was he a fan of Degas?

No, according to the testimonies not much.

You think it's related to the murder?

I don't know. That's why I called you.

- Oh yeah. Of course, yes. - Yes?

Yes / Yes.

Um... okay.

You can see that these are just samples.

- No public performance. - Okay.

- Yes. - ? A cell phone is vibrating. ?

Crap! This is Mariton.

- Your official? - Yes, exactly. Very funny.

- ? He clears his throat. ? - Yes, hello?

Where are you? I look for you everywhere

I... am sitting in the restaurant.

- Why? What is it? - "So the lab results are in."

The cover and the reproductions do you have Lesage's fingerprints?

- What? The fingerprints of Lesage's sidekick, S�lim Boudia.

- He's being brought in. - "Okay, I'll be right there."

Oh shit!

- Fine, I have to go. If you have anything, give me a call, okay?

And the little phone, yes? You all right?

Goodbye anyway.

? The door will be opened and closed. ?

I can not believe it.

I was pleased that the captain reported.

But he dumped me when his snipe called, and...

You sound like jealous.

- What? Of course I'm jealous. - He should work with me.

He said that we have this thing.

- A thing? - Yes, for police investigation.

It's like we're...

Say it calmly.

It's like you are?

Sort of one.

I never thought that I would say this, but it is

as if it were... destined to work together.

Maybe you have more in common with him than you realized.

Might be.

What does that trigger in you?

I can't bear not to see him anymore.

I want to see him all the time.

Do you feel desire for him?

You and Maxime, what were you up to?

Nothing. We liked this painter.

(Mariton) That's all? Are you kidding me?

We didn't find anything about Degas on your computers.

Recognize this envelope? It was in Maxime's bag.

Your fingerprints are on it.

- So what was that? Did you exchange pictures in the mail?

Was it like that? Hm?

Who was the envelope for? Come on, tell us.

Come on, S�lim! - That's fine. I don't know.

Your fingerprints are on it. So you know.

What are you hiding?

(Degas) Look at the girls , emaciated, overworked

and totally uneducated.

Yes, they were also lower class.

The Opera took advantage of her for a few pennies.

But when they dance, they are beautiful.

? Degas laughs. ?

- Such a bunch of good-for-nothings. - Please?

First they make a scandal about my dancer.

And then they rush into the opera to gawk at their legs.

I'm interested not just the dancers.

It's also the look that focuses on her.

? Mysterious music ?

The look at her.

Yes, of course.

The look at her.

Yes, yes he is, the common denominator.

? Buzzer ?

Quick, I'm under interrogation.

Okay, the only common of the four paintings

are the men in black, the subscribers.

What are subscribers?

Men who paid to watch rehearsals.

These are not in the center of the paintings. They lurk in the shadows.

Ok, and what?

They play for the dancers the patron and sometimes more.

What do you mean "more too"? Did you sleep with them too?

"Yes, sometimes. They were easy prey."

Well, if Maxime sent something like that,

perhaps the addressee had something to do with these subscribers.

"Who is this guy? A..."

A pimp? A stalker? A voyeur maybe?

- No idea. He has easy access to the school and knows Degas well.

- I'm sure. - "Okay, let's talk on the phone."

With the little phones. Thanks.

Well, there are those guys in the paintings staring at the girls.

Where was that? There.

And there, behind the wooden beam. Do you see?

And we think that you know someone

which, shall we say does pretty much the same thing.

- No. - No!

Who was the envelope for, huh?

We know he's a regular at school. So?

? Dark music? I don't know, like I said.

We'll get him with or without you, okay?

The only problem is if you keep protecting him...

- I'm not protecting anyone! - Yes!

That's exactly what you do.

Listen. No, it's just...

(crying) I can't. I can't.

No, I don't want to die. I don't want to die.

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