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-With his painting,

Cézanne reinterprets

what was called a vanity in the 17th century,

a work that evokes fleeting pleasures.

In "The Card Players" by the Le Nain brothers, there is alcohol,

The game: fleeting pleasures.

This painting, inevitably,

Cézanne knew him.

And in his painting, Cézanne adds the pipe for the pleasure of smoking.

He evokes the time

which is reflected in the age gap between the players,

Perhaps father and son.

Cézanne is over 50 years old, his father is dead.

He paints a kind of modern vanitas,

as if to attain a kind of wisdom,

as if to remember that he too will die.

Ah!

Excuse me. You can put your things away.

Yes, darling?

-I've got it, I've found it!

-What are you talking about?

-Sainte-Victoire, to paint it,

I didn't want to copy Cézanne.

But he was right.

It's magical here.

I need to explain this to you.

-Wait, I'm saying goodbye to my students and I'll call you back.

Sorry, we'll talk about it again next week.

-Thank you. Have a good day. -Goodbye.

So, what's going on?

-Can you look through my studies?

-I'm putting you on speakerphone. Where are they?

Your studies?

*In a red shirt. -Red shirt.

Ah, I have one here.

Is it in gouache?

-No, with charcoal.

-Jules, I could have done without it.

*And then, there's a mess!

Um...

-You think so?

-No, I think...

-Louise ?

*Louise, are you there?

Can you hear me?

Louise, answer me!

Louise ?

*Louise !

*But what's going on?

*Louise !

*Answer me!

*Louise !

...

-No, no, it's fine. Let's not stress about it anymore.

Let's not kid ourselves, we'll never be together.

And to... And to...

There were too many...

-Yeah, problems.

-Yes.

Yes, it was really annoying.

It was too much...

Pff... -Complicated.

-Yes, it's fine, thank you. -Complicated, yeah.

That's better.

-Of course.

So... no more arguments?

-No more arguments.

-Are the slamming doors a thing of the past?

-I promise you. -Fantastic.

It's fantastic!

-Are you sure you're okay? -I'm great.

-OK. -Hello. Am I bothering you?

-No way.

-I'm bringing some cream puffs.

-You can't imagine how happy I am

to see you together, fulfilled, serene.

Ca me...

Really.

-Okay. -That's cool.

-A cream puff? -With pleasure.

I'm sure we'll do excellent, productive work.

all together.

Confidence, serenity.

It's obvious. (Ring)

I'm coming.

Oh shit!

This is Adele.

Yes, Adele.

-(Is he on acid or something?)

-No, it's...

(I think he's taking pills.)

-(Patents?)

(But why?) - (I don't know. He's tired.)

-We're going to take advantage of this working atmosphere.

There's a homicide at a painter's house.

The motive is unknown, but the prosecutor wants us to look into it.

So, I want to tell you: it's up to you.

-He must have something wrong. It's the...

-No, not at all. -What is it again?

Menopause, but for men? Andropause!

-What is it? -Testosterone is making a run for it.

We have mood swings...

-Ms. Chassagne, we just need to be gentle with him.

It's nothing. -We need to take care of him.

-OK. -I'm worried. Sorry.

-The medical examiner is waiting for you. -OK.

Are you checking if there are any drawings that have value?

Let's go. See you soon.

-Good morning.

-It's very clear: he strangled her first, he was behind her.

Then he gently let her fall to the ground.

And then he finished her off.

Three stab wounds to the heart.

-Was there a sexual assault?

-No. He just wanted to kill her.

Or he didn't have time. -It was his boyfriend who called us.

Jules Pavard. They were on the phone.

The connection was cut off, and then there was no further news.

-Where is he? -On the train. He'll arrive in 2 hours.

-Are you starting the neighborhood investigation?

THANKS.

So? -There's no value table.

But there are one or two that I really like.

-What is this?

-Small holes.

-OK, I can see that they are small holes.

Stabbings? -Stabbing?

Well... Actually, no. Or a spatula, a trowel, or a scraper...

Look, take a spatula, there.

No, it doesn't pierce.

A heart, that's it.

-Mm.

Nevertheless, something is missing.

-What ?

-I don't know, a drawing, a painting, something.

-Captain, in a workshop, one spends one's time

taking down, hanging up, sticking, sticking again.

-Ms. Chassagne, I understand. I find it strange.

There are two tracks there, and nowhere else, so...

What ?

-You wouldn't happen to be prone to mood swings, would you?

-Brief.

Louise Pérec, 40 years old.

She had been in a relationship with Jules Pavard for 15 years.

-She was a painting teacher.

-And him? -He's a painter.

-He has a mobile, he has ADN,

Nor the murder weapon? -That's right.

-You wouldn't happen to have a little feeling, would you?

A little hunch?

-(Tell him.)

-No, we don't have... We don't have anything.

-Sure? -Well, yes.

Ringtone.

-Pardon.

Hello, yes?

-(Aren't you going to tell him about your intuition?)

-(No, it's pointless.)

-Ah, I've offended you. -Not at all.

-Yes, when I told you that we don't kill with spatulas.

I know you inside and out. "Not at all."

-I didn't do that.

-Exactly. -Let's stop.

-Children, we said we were working

in calmness, confidence and...

-And serenity.

-There you go. That was the PTS.

No DNA, but perhaps a motive.

-Yes? -L. Perec's death insurance,

for the benefit of Jules Pavard.

After his death, he would pocket

200,000 euros. -Ah yes.

-It can't be him, he was 800km away.

-With 200,000 bucks, you can hire a hitman.

-We're going to question him, he'll be here soon.

-Antoine, can I talk to you? -Well, go ahead.

-Over there, I have something to show you.

-OK, coming.

What is it? -The victim's neighbor heard

a big argument

between her and Jules Pavard, recently.

-Okay, I'm going. -Wait.

His name is Vincent Doppel. Do you know him?

-Doppel...

No. Why should I?

-He looks a bit like you.

-What is this nonsense? Thank you.

Mr. Doppel, good morning.

-Well, hello.

-I am... I am Captain Verlay.

-Well, I didn't expect that...

It's... It's astounding.

-Captain, what is the...

-Madame.

-No, no!

-Mrs. Chassagne. -Mrs. Chassagne.

-Come back with us.

If you... -Ooh ooh.

-This is Commander Pardo.

-Ah! -There you go.

-We were scared. -What happened?

-I don't know what happened. All of a sudden...

-Ah yes. It's going to be alright. We're calm, we're serene.

Here, have a drink.

Wow, that...

-That's understandable. Two Captains Verlay in one office, it's a hot topic.

Right, Mrs. Chassagne?

-But, uh...

Who is this gentleman?

-Yes, granny, that's it, Verlay. V, E, R, L, A, Y.

Oh? Does that ring a bell?

What is the name of your mother's first cousin?

That doesn't surprise me. He's right in front of me, you should see him...

Yes.

You have...

If you have a photo... Listen, Grandma, if you have a photo,

I'll go pick it up. I'll take the opportunity to give you a kiss.

I send you a kiss.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Yes, yes. Kiss, kiss.

She is... She is 92 years old.

And she has an elephant's memory. I don't know how she does it.

-So, we are...

-We're cousins.

4th removed.

That's crazy. That's crazy.

-Yes, it's crazy, yes.

Okay... Uh...

You don't mind if we... -Wait.

Cousins don't use formal address with each other. We use informal address.

-OK.

OK. Uh...

Can we revisit your testimony regarding the murder of Louise Pérec?

-Yes, of course, sorry. Sorry, excuse me.

Between Louise and me this morning, that was very difficult,

And you, now...

I'm stuck on an emotional rollercoaster.

-Yes, yes, I understand.

Um...

When did the violent argument between her and Jules Pavard take place?

-Last week. Thursday.

The next day, I was giving a linguistics lecture at the Sorbonne.

-Thursday suited me very well.

Um...

How violent was it? -How violent?

He was angry,

vehement, impassioned.

I heard the sound of breaking dishes. That, I...

And then dull thuds against the walls: bang!

As if someone were planning... -I get the general idea.

-Of course, sorry.

-Jules Pavard, is he usually violent?

-Jules? Not at all. Not at all. Not at all.

He is a charming man.

Well, that being said...

-What? Go on.

-It seems to me that things weren't going very well between them anymore.

-Louise confided in me. Sometimes we chatted.

I thought I understood

that he had money problems.

She had to put her artistic career on hold.

giving lessons, providing for the household.

Something heavy for her.

-Sorry

to bother you.

-You are welcome.

Are you feeling better?

-Yes, it's fine, thank you.

Mr. Pavard has just arrived. He is waiting for you in the interview room.

-OK.

Okay, I'll tell you...

Um, I'll...

I'll walk you home. Adele!

-Yes? -Are you walking the gentleman home?

-Yes. -Cousin,

It was a pleasure meeting you.

See you soon, then?

Bye.

-Uh... -Dear madam...

-Florence Chassagne.

-I am delighted to have met you.

Heartbeats.

...

Goodbye. See you soon.

Antoine sighed.

"See you soon." Is he serious? Forever, yeah.

It's awful, I feel like I'm talking to a dictionary.

No ?

-What ?

I'll pick it up.

-I never forced Louise to give lessons.

She loved it. She used Cézanne

to teach the students about composition and colors.

She was great.

-But for you, giving lessons isn't your thing?

-I really don't have time for that. -Mm. You're painting.

It doesn't work

Pretty strong, isn't it?

You owe €5,000

to one of your gallery owners.

-I was going to reimburse him with the next sale.

-With the Sainte-Victoire? -Mm.

-I know nothing about painting,

But my colleague knows a lot about it.

*and she says it's far from a done deal.

-That's disgusting.

-What's disgusting?

-To insinuate that I killed Louise.

Yes, she was the one who kept us alive.

Yes, we argued, like all couples.

But I loved her.

Who kills the woman he just proposed to?

-But she wanted to get married?

-She didn't answer me. She was thinking.

-All right.

Okay, you're going to do exactly the same thing.

*You will think about it for a little while.

-You proposed to Hortense

After 17 years of living together, right?

-Finally, commune,

more or less.

-It's disturbing, all the same.

He also, doesn't make a living from his painting. Him too,

He started painting Sainte-Victoire like that.

-You're not going to compare

My paint with this molasses?

-No, I'm not comparing.

But I have the feeling that...

He thought that by following your path, his life would change.

-He's a nutcase. A beautiful nutcase.

-Not so crazy after all.

At 47, even Zola, your best friend, no longer believed in you.

There, you get married.

You break with Zola, you inherit from your father, and begin

to paint this mountain.

-And this gentleman said to himself, "I'm going to do it like Cézanne"?

-Yes. -"This mountain will be my victory."

-No ?

-Selling the paintings, I didn't care!

I got married because we had our little one.

and that I wanted to paint in peace.

Painting in peace.

Your type, there,

He's crazy, but on top of that, he knows nothing about painting.

-You're stubborn. -A mule.

-Well, me too.

He clings to the story of Cézanne.

It's as if he believed

that this mountain could have a magical power over his life.

On his career.

-That's an interesting theory, Ms. Chassagne.

It's a bit far-fetched, but...

-If Louise had refused the marriage, that could be a motive, right?

-The more time passes, the less I believe in this hitman story.

-Can we know why?

-First, we didn't find anything on the phone

Pavard, and two,

For me, something's missing. -More of your spatula strokes?

-Spatula strokes?

-Something has been removed

from the workshop wall.

I can't imagine a hitman doing that.

-It's not necessarily the killer's doing.

-OK, Ms. Chassagne, but... -Explain to him

that in a workshop... -I would like to be sure of that.

-We're going back downstairs right away

in peace

and serenity...

-What's he doing here?

-A somewhat incongruous question: has he been bald for a long time?

-I've always known him bald. -(I'm the one who stole his hair.)

Adele laughs.

-He can't come here every hour, that's not going to work.

We're not going to start... -Cousin!

Excuse me, I don't want to bother you.

But I wanted to show you this.

-You'll see, it's crazy. -OK, who is it?

-Grandma gave it to me. It belonged to our great-great-great-grandfather.

-That's crazy!

It's striking.

-It's phenomenal.

Do you have children? -Two. They don't look like that.

Not to you.

That has nothing to do with it.

-Luckily for them.

Ah, Madame Chassagne!

Keep it.

Um...

I apologize again for earlier.

-Don't be sorry, I don't know what happened to me.

-You could say that it had an effect on her.

(He wanted

To know how long you've been bald.)

-Shall we have coffee or tea? -With pleasure.

My pleasure.

-(Ah, damn, he's going to piss me off. I'm sure of it.)

-I don't know if you know this, but I'm an art historian.

It's my passion.

If I hadn't been a historian... -Am I dreaming or is this flirting?

-I would have loved to do that.

Coffee or tea? No, sorry.

You must taste the tea.

-Here, take this.

-It's a happy coincidence:

I would have liked to create and offer a course

"Painting and the structure of language".

Do you see?

-That's a great idea. -I think so too.

It's ready.

-Oh, fuck!

-Yes, absolutely.

Come to my office at the Louvre to choose some paintings.

-That's fantastic.

My students are going to be thrilled.

-Captain Verlay, put me through to the prosecutor's office.

Yes, Verlay.

Mm.

What is this nonsense?

-Did you have your cousin bugged?

-Yes, that's true.

-Can we know why?

-Well, why not...

Because...

He was close to the victim, he knows Pavard.

It might be him

the accomplices.

-Antoine, I don't need that right now.

-OK, but he's a key witness.

You can't deny that. -Of course.

-There you go. -No relation

to the fact that he left with Florence?

-No, that has nothing to do with it.

-Nothing. -Nothing.

-Nothing !

-Okay, listen, Alex... I need it, okay?

Who says he's not trying to get his hands on her?

Who told you that? -No-one.

-So.

-And of course, there's no need to inform Florence about this procedural point?

-No, she doesn't necessarily need to know.

-Pavard's lawyer has arrived.

-That's good. I'll keep you posted.

-Yes, that's it.

-It'll be OK.

Calm and serene.

-He is in police custody for a life insurance policy and testimony

from an argument?

Is this what you call serious evidence? -The prosecutor hasn't decided yet

of the indictment. -That would be the last straw.

-We are trying to find out if Mr. Pavard could have hired an accomplice.

-On what basis? You have no proof.

My client should be with his loved ones.

-I need your client to rule out that possibility.

Was there

Something in that spot, on that wall?

-I don't know,

I don't know.

I'm sorry, I... -The killer

Could they have taken something? A valuable painting?

-No, I'm sure of it. There was no valuable painting.

-It's strange, this empty place, don't you think?

-Things always change in the workshop, I don't know.

Louise displayed the paintings according to her classes.

Ask the students.

-You stay with him, I'll come back.

Adèle, did you interview the students who were there before the murder?

-No, they were summoned.

-No, I want to see them at the crime scene.

Is the PTS finished? -Yes, yes.

-OK, perfect.

-Dad, I know you don't know Vincent Doppel.

I'm asking you to investigate at the Sorbonne.

You can inquire about his reputation and whether he can be trusted.

-You think I'm a Stasi agent?

-Right away, the big words. -And your Captain Verlay,

Can't he handle it? -Absolutely not. No Captain Verlay!

This mission requires discretion and tact.

Delicacy isn't his strong suit.

Find out about his family situation.

-His family situation? -Absolutely.

-Do you want to know if he's married? -Well, uh...

Yes, good idea. Yes, if he's married, has children.

-He has beautiful eyes. Your investigation: is a bit delicate.

-Pardon ?

-Do the cops also want his measurements?

Perhaps you already have them? -It's a real mission.

Only you can fill it out.

-It's been a long time since you introduced me to someone.

-Ultimately, I think you're not up to the task.

I'll find someone else. -No, darling, I'll take care of it.

Count on me. You've piqued my curiosity.

-Are you sure? Dad, Dad...

Discretion, eh? -Yes, yes.

...

"Vice-President of the Research Group..."

-Ah, love!

Love.

Our hearts are pounding.

That's all we can think about anymore.

-Go ahead and make fun of me.

Am I telling you about your adventures?

I'm not talking to you either

of those to whom you secretly wrote passionate letters.

-Don't even mention it to me, then. -Zola was acting as intermediary.

Did you fall out over this? -Mind your own business!

-OK. -Me, anyway,

I don't go falling in love with my wife's lookalike.

-Are you out of your mind or what?

I don't see the connection.

I'm curious.

That's all.

-It's crazy, the resemblance. -Are you just cousins?

-You're not here to talk about my family tree.

I would like to know

If there was something right there. A painting, a drawing.

You know? -Yes, a self-portrait by Cézanne.

An exercise we had done.

-Yes, that's it.

-And this exercise, can I see it?

-Louise put everything away here.

-Wait, I'll do it.

-It's the blue card.

-That one, in front?

-No, the little one.

-Is this the size of the original? -Yes.

-At 1:1 scale.

-Pardon.

...

-As if he couldn't stand the way she looked at him.

-Do you really think it's a hitman

Would Pavard have done that?

-No, it makes no sense.

It's more like a deranged person who would have a grudge against Cézanne.

-Obsessed with Cézanne.

-If you want.

-In short, he's not a hitman, so he's not Jules Pavard.

-We're going to free him.

Yes?

-We're OK for the wiretap. -Hop hop!

Excuse me, I...

-Are you alright, Commander? -Yes.

Yes, no... I'll be back.

-Is it andropause again? -No, they are

on a big case.

-In any case, he's not in his normal state.

Okay, see you later. -Wait!

Have you heard from my cousin?

-No, why?

-No, uh... like this.

Perhaps he might have called you.

I don't know. -Oh no.

-No? -No, he didn't call me.

I'm going.

See you later.

-What's it saying? -Come and see.

Listen to this. It's a message on your cousin's cell phone.

-OK. -He hasn't listened to it yet.

*-Mr. Doppel, Arthur Dulac. We've met before,

*I was a student of Louise. -Dulac?

*-I'm in a big mess.

*Could we meet soon? It's important.

*Call me back at this number. Thank you.

-That's weird. He was with me at the crime scene.

Should we summon him?

-No, he's going to lead us on. And we can't say anything to Doppel.

-You see? I was right to bug him.

We might have something. I had a hunch.

Okay, so what do we do?

-The best approach is to use infiltration.

-That's to say ?

-We're going to make Dulac believe he has a date with your cousin.

But it won't be your cousin.

Come to the interview room tomorrow at dawn.

I know a makeup artist, a real pro. She works miracles.

Doppel will suspect nothing. Adele will delete the message remotely.

...

Tomorrow morning, he's off to the Sorbonne.

We'll meet in Dulac.

And you'll pretend to be Doppel.

-OK.

And what do we tell Florence?

-Nothing. Regarding the story about the gouged-out eyes,

She has a job to do.

-Who could possibly hate you like that?

-I was dragged through the mud.

I was called a failure,

savage.

I was even told that I couldn't draw.

But that, never.

-It's so violent. -That too, yes.

I was told I was violent.

that I had

impulses.

A vast collection of nonsense.

-Nonsense...

There are some early works that...

-Who what?

-So.

-Yes, I may have gone through a darker period.

But that was the era.

And Zola kept nagging me about his naturalism.

"The artist has the right to delve into the very heart of human nature,

"to conceal nothing of the human corpse." That, Emile bored me to death, too.

...

-Murder and strangulation.

...

-What an idiotic face.

Oh fuck, what a nightmare.

-Antoine, where are you at? *-I'm back.

*I still have some time. -Keep me informed.

-OK. Let's hope it works.

-Let's hope so. -Where is the captain?

-I don't know, he hasn't called. Do you have any news?

-Yes. Shall I show you? -Yes.

-This painting is "The Murder". You can see the knife wound.

This one: "The Strangled Woman".

Strangulation. Stabbing. Wait. Do you see her hair?

Look closely.

The killer arranged the victim's hair exactly

as in the painting.

-Why would he have done that? -I don't know.

This guy is obsessed with Cézanne.

-I'll borrow them. -Will you give them back?

-Yes.

Adele?

Ah, Adele. Call the IT department.

I want to know if these two paintings were posted at the same time

on social networks, or simply downloaded from the Internet.

-Vincent, 10am at his place?

-Isn't he allowed to be curious?

That's his cousin, isn't it?

-He's not curious, he can't stand it.

He's jealous. He's going to tell her to stop trying to seduce me.

-I'll take care of it.

Is she leaving already?

-Yeah, apparently. -Yeah.

Probably for a course at the Sorbonne on the language of love.

-I asked you to... -Yes, I...

"Any news from my cousin?"

I'll give you some news about your cousin.

-Listen, he's still not here. Can you check if...

There's a knock.

If nothing. Never mind, he's here. I'll leave you.

...

(Oh, fuck.)

-Excuse me, I'll be 2 minutes.

Captain, I know you're there.

Excuse me. Captain!

Captain!

Excuse me, sorry to burst in like this, at your place.

The captain is coming

I'm telling you not to see me again, and I really want to see you again.

Sorry, I don't know why I'm saying that.

-Wait. -Yes, I know.

I really want to see you again.

It might seem strange, because you look like Antoine,

But you are very, very different.

And I...

How can I put this?

It's like...

It was like a revelation, I thought to myself...

-It's me.

-Yes, I thought to myself, it's you.

-No, it's me. -I thought to myself: "It's him."

-It's me !

-Ah! -It's Antoine.

It's me.

Pardon.

I'm sorry. We... we should have...

There's a knock.

It's him. -Is that Vincent?

-No, it's Arthur Dulac.

-Who is it? -It might be the murderer.

-I don't feel well. -Listen.

You need to act as if I were Vincent.

This is very important. I'll explain everything later.

-As if you are Vincent.

-Take off some clothes. -Take off my clothes?

-As if you'd been here the whole time.

-Okay. -Be natural.

(Damn!)

-Hello. -Young man, come in.

-Thanks.

-Florence,

My good friend. -Hello.

-Hello.

-Ms. Chassagne took the photo and the post-it note from Dulac's meeting.

-What? -She's at Doppel's. It seems like

Linguistics at the Sorbonne is like a showdown at the OK Corral.

*-Captain Verlay,

*Leave a message.

-It's crazy how much this cop looks like you.

-You hid this from me? You'll have to

-Introduce him to me. -Yes.

-You didn't know him? -No. Anyway, you want

To pick up a bag from Louise's. -Yes.

This whole story has moved me deeply.

My whole life is in it.

My credit card and my documents are there; I need to get them back.

-What can I do?

-You have the keys. You spoke about it once with Louise.

-Yes, sweetie. -I have the keys...

-Look, there. No.

Look there, in your pot. -Wait.

It seems to me... It seems to me...

Ah, the box is empty.

-The jar where all your keys are. -They're here.

Should we warn

the police?

-Ah, for so little?

-I have it.

"Louise".

-Shall we go? -Yes, thank you.

-I'll take you there, okay? -Yes.

-I'm coming too.

Since I'm here.

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

After you.

(I need to check what he wants to get back

(from his bag.

(Create a diversion.)

So ?

-It was near the entrance.

-Come and search with me. -I'll go get it.

-What's it like?

-It's a canvas bag with a leather flap.

-Arthur ?

I think I've got it. -Great!

-Isn't that it?

-No, no.

It's a backpack. -A backpack?

-Yeah. -Okay, I was looking for a bag...

Come with me, come. Follow me. -Yes.

-No, not yet.

So, wait.

You know, Arthur... -It would never be there.

-No, no, but maybe here.

When I look, I'll find it. What's the bag like?

What's the leather like?

-It's brown leather. -Okay, okay.

I'm going to help you. There!

-No,

It won't be there. -Still not there.

You know that when I look, I'll find it.

-Yes, you told me. -Would this be it?

-Yes, that's it. Yes.

THANKS.

-I had a hunch.

-For once you've found something without me...

-Phew! Thank you. -Is everything there?

-Have a good day. -Yes. You have a good day too.

-(Damn!) -So?

-So nothing.

He'd really forgotten his bag, the idiot. There was nothing in it!

-How are you?

Did you enjoy this? I could have done without it.

-Well, I could have done without it too.

-Florence. -Damn.

-My father.

(What is he doing here?)

-What are you doing here? Captain, why are you in disguise?

-People keep mistaking me for my cousin.

-A cousin? -Antoine.

We have the same great-great-great-grandfather.

-You're not ready for this!

They share a common ancestor.

That's crazy!

-Vincent Doppel.

My respects.

-You two look very much alike.

I feel like I have Captain Verlay in front of me.

But with a tie and general knowledge.

Vibrator.

-Excuse me.

Hello? *-Yes, Antoine.

*Did you manage with Florence? -I'm handling it, it's fine.

-What are you doing here? -I still have

the right to see where my daughter's suitor lives.

-My suitor? -You're sleeping at his place.

-What? -As for physical appearance,

There is continuity.

-I'm asking you to investigate, not to give your opinion.

-I'm sorry,

It was the Sorbonne, we absolutely must

Let's go. -Shall I come?

-Yes of course.

-Sorry.

-Do you work for the Sorbonne? -I'll happily explain

-it later.

-Yes, Vincent was bugged.

We thought he might be an accomplice. We didn't tell you anything.

-Can I know why?

-We knew you wouldn't be objective. And I wasn't wrong.

-What did you have on him, to put him

under surveillance? -What did we have?

He was a key witness. That's all.

-A key witness.

You have nothing.

You know what?

-What? -I was right.

You're jealous.

-I'm not jealous at all.

You do what you want. -Exactly, I'll do what I want.

-Yes yes.

What do you have that I don't?

What do you have that I don't?

You have nothing more than me.

Damn.

(Nothing.)

There's a knock.

-Ah, Antoine. We have some new information on the paintings that have been identified

by Florence.

They were posted 5 months ago. -Who is Aline Costa?

-A student in Aix. -In Aix?

-Yes. And she lives 200m from the room Pavard rents there.

You go down to Aix

search that girl's place and question her

on site.

Florence

She will accompany you for the expert assessments. -Me too?

-Yes. We need to understand the connection

between Cézanne, Aline Costa and Jules Pavard.

-Are you sure? -Yes, why?

-I thought Pavard was innocent. I must have been wrong.

-We're checking everything. Apparently, Pavard was seeing this girl.

-His accomplice? -I don't know.

-Maybe. That doesn't tell us why she would have wanted to gouge out

your painter's eyes.

What do we do with Pavard?

-I called him back in. Your train is in 2 hours.

Come on, let's go!

-Why would I put Vincent back under surveillance?

-Of course. You think I'm a fool.

-It's this way.

I have no intention of listening to your petty pronouncements.

Yesterday was more than enough for me. -I'm sorry.

-Hello. Captain Verlay.

OCBC. Ms. Chassagne.

-You have crossed the line.

-Go ahead. -To the back of the courtyard.

-I'm not going to let you down. -Thank you.

-I didn't know she was dead.

I'm sorry, but I didn't know her.

-Jules Pavard, do you know him? -Yes, I know him.

I met him 6 or 7 months ago, in a bar near here.

He asked me to pose for him.

-Is that all?

-No, we had sex.

Is it forbidden?

-No, it's not forbidden.

OK, so what next?

-It lasted a few weeks and that's all.

-Excuse me. -Yes?

-Are you interested in painting? -Not particularly.

-Why are there 2 Cézanne paintings on your page?

-Ah! That was just for fun.

And for the clicks.

-Fun and clicks?

-If you put

something a bit clickbait-y, like:

"Cézanne, hashtag violence against women",

It generates clicks. -That's disgusting.

-He said he was only interested

in lemonade, and then he tortured her

by making her pose for hours. -On the contrary,

Hortense was a free woman, truly very free.

and Cézanne

He greatly respected this freedom.

They were a couple...

Well, not like the others.

-I don't care about any of that. However, I did get

13,000 views for this page.

-She annoys me.

-L. Perec is dead

strangled and stabbed just like in those paintings.

-What ?

-Look.

The hair, does that ring a bell?

Or not?

-Do you think I killed Louise?

-No, I don't believe anything, we're still looking.

-It's been over for months. I have another boyfriend.

Would I have killed Louise out of jealousy? No.

I don't care about that guy.

-M. Pavard,

Did you know that Aline Costa had posted these paintings?

-No, I don't watch that stuff.

-But you know them? -Yes, of course.

-I don't see the connection between these paintings and the murder.

-Sorry to show this to your client, but we have no choice.

Louise was strangled and then stabbed.

As in these two paintings.

A disturbing coincidence, isn't it?

-The murderer also

pierced the eyes of this portrait,

as if he held a grudge against Cézanne.

Does that ring a bell?

Does the name Mr. Pavard ring a bell?

-If you know something, you should speak up.

-SO ?

-Yes. Yes, yes.

Aline told me about those paintings, yes.

In January, I had organized a private viewing.

We were still seeing each other back then, with Aline.

(You want to kill her? You're delusional!)

-Calm down a little, look.

Your beloved little painter, look.

He was only thinking about that. You see? -(That's not it at all. Stop.)

She wanted to come.

She wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to do some shopping in Paris.

My ass, yeah!

-(Do you want to live with me or not?) -(That's not the question.)

-(With the insurance money,

(Anything is possible.) -(You're crazy!)

-(Just relax.)

(You're not fun anymore.)

-The next day, I left her.

-I never told him that! -Why would he lie?

He's getting revenge because I dumped him. He says it's him

who dumped you. -Nonsense.

-We're going to the police station. Jeremy.

-You're crazy!

Okay, don't touch me!

-You didn't say anything? -Why would she have done that?

She's twisted, that's for sure. It turned her on

telling me to kill Louise,

But she's not completely crazy.

And?

-Okay, let's go.

-Give me one, I'll help you.

His computer is here, I'd like to check something.

-You only touch it with them. -Yes.

I'm getting used to it, now.

-It's there.

Seriously, I'm sure she's just messing with us.

-She may have told Pavard to kill Louise.

I don't see her doing it herself.

-That's the only thing we have for now.

-As for gouging out Cézanne's eyes, I... She doesn't care.

-Maybe she's bluffing. -At her place, there's nothing about Cézanne.

Nothing on his computer, nothing in his belongings.

-That's all for today.

Our heads are full of stuff, we...

We'll resume tomorrow.

The hotel is this way. -Uh...

You go, I'll join you. I'll only be 2 minutes, okay?

-That's Vincent, right?

...

-That's none of your business.

...

-Why are you doing this?

-What? -We're trying to find

a balance here and it isn't easy.

And you, are you falling in love with my double?

-Captain,

I am so sorry.

My comments were directed at Vincent, but they were sincere.

You are very different.

-Why didn't you choose another teacher?

Why choose a teacher who looks like me?

Why a guy who looks like me?

How many teachers have you met?

-You don't understand what I'm telling you.

-It's you who doesn't understand.

...

-Yes, I told Jules that there was a solution for the money.

-By killing Louise. -Yes.

I said it just like that, it was nothing. It was like a joke.

-Like a game.

-Exactly.

-The problem is that it can't be Jules Pavard.

We can't know where you were.

-What? Jules had a motive, but I'm the one being accused?

What a game,

He's a fucking child

immature !

It could be him

who raped me!

-Raped you? -Yes!

-After the opening in Paris,

A guy grabbed me from behind in an alley here.

-And ?

-A couple arrived, and then he ran away. I didn't see his face.

-Did you file a complaint?

-No! Since when does justice do anything

useful about violence against women? Who would I have filed a complaint against?

-Do you think it was Jules? -I don't know!

It's possible.

-You know the painting

"The Abduction"? -No.

What about it ?

-Shall we take a break, please?

I know you need help to see it.

I'll show you.

-So that's rape?

-That's one possible interpretation.

-So, if she knew Cézanne,

She would be putting Pavard down, like he's into paintings of rapists?

-She doesn't know Cézanne, so it doesn't fit the crime scene.

Vibrator.

What ?

What is it?

-Pavard was not in Aix on the day of the rape.

It can't be him.

She's bluffing, she's crazy. She wanted Pavard to kill his wife.

That's our only lead. -You have no idea how much

That annoys me. -What?

-I feel like we're missing something.

I need to think about it.

-You know what? Think about it, and I'll go back.

-It was said that this woman,

she was a metaphor for painting.

She's dead and you wanted

to revive her by heading towards Sainte-Victoire,

To find another way to paint. Is that it?

-It took me 40 years to get there.

It's a long journey, don't you think?

-Hello Sir,

I would like a car to the Place des Martyrs de la Résistance.

Absolutely.

Okay, thank you very much.

The sound of cicadas.

-I carried it with all my might, my painting.

It's as if she's too heavy for me.

I was so angry.

Sainte-Victoire is

as if she were taking some of that weight off my shoulders.

Little by little, it came.

The mountain.

Ochre, green.

The earth, the trees. The horizontal and the vertical.

Geometry.

-The feminine form.

The masculine form.

-Everything ended up becoming confused.

And I found a little peace.

A little bit of harmony.

-You invented modern art.

It was like therapy.

Huh ?

(A therapy session.)

(Of course.)

...

Excuse me, pardon me.

I have a question for you. -What are you doing?

-Never mind. I have 2 questions.

Did your attacker do anything to your hair?

-Yes.

He stroked it.

-All right.

And then,

Did he put his hands on your neck as if he wanted to strangle you?

-It lasted a few seconds and then he ran away.

-Okay. Thank you. You can take her.

-Can we know what you're doing here?

-It's not her. Her attacker is the murderer of Louise Pérec.

The hair, the strangulation, it's not a coincidence.

The murderer knows both of Cézanne's paintings by heart.

And it obsesses him. -OK.

Um... Where did you get that from? -Art therapy.

-What do you mean? I don't understand. -He thinks that Cézanne, like him,

had murderous impulses,

and that, thanks to painting,

He got through it. Art therapy. -It doesn't work for him.

-He's delusional.

He blames Cézanne because it failed, and he kills him.

The eyes.

This gesture highlights his inability to control his impulses.

-OK. Well, then...

He assaulted Aline Costa, and 5 months later, he killed Louise Pérec.

-And he might not stop there.

-Wait, art therapy? -Otherwise, I don't know what explains

why he gouged out Cézanne's eyes.

-And I'll tell the prosecutor that we have a killer who does art therapy?

-Yes, why not? -He tried to assault Aline Costa

with the same modus operandi as L. Perec.

The explanations

artistic

Psycho-thingy, who cares. -Thanks for the thingy.

-I didn't mean that... -You said it.

-It's just that, well...

It can be assumed that the killer knew both A. Costa

and Louise Pérec.

That's the main point.

-And who makes the connection?

-I didn't tell anyone that I had this affair with her.

-You think I bragged about sleeping with a failed painter?

Who didn't want to leave his wife? -You're just a bitch!

-Hey, easy now!

Do you want to find the murderer?

*Good...

Did anyone know both the lady and your partner?

-I'm sorry, but I don't see it.

-Was Louise there at the opening?

-Yes, she was there.

So what? I avoided her.

All evening. -Did you talk to anyone?

-Yes, of course. I wasn't just a pretty face.

*Do you think she spoke to the murderer?

-The aggression,

Was that shortly after? -Mm.

-I see

That's all, for now.

-Cheers. -To you.

-Bravo. -Thank you very much.

-Louise, I wanted to ask you something regarding...

-I'll be back. -OK.

-Do you paint? -No, I'm just a friend.

-Who did you speak to?

-To 15, 20 people!

*Do you think I asked them for their ID cards?

*-That's a lot of people.

*I'm sociable.* *This is the first time*

*That she was coming to an opening? *-Yes.

-Hello, Vincent?

Yeah, I'm interviewing.

Right away ?

There? *-Obviously not.

*I was being extremely careful. -No.

I'll see what I can do.

OK.

Me too. Me too.

*If we showed you a photo, would you be able to recognize them?

-Yes, I think so. -Do you have a guest list?

-From my guests, yes.

Louise had hers. It's probably on her computer.

-You keep an eye on them.

I need the guest list for the opening. Search the computers

of Pavard and Louise.

-OK. -With the photos. We'll show them

to Aline Costa.

-I'll take care of it. -Thank you.

Will you call me when you have all that? -Yeah.

-All we have to do is wait.

-Well, I'm going out to do an errand for two or three hours.

-2 or 3 hours? -Yes, an errand.

-OK, go ahead, no problem.

-Are you sure? -Mm.

(Ah, damn!)

-Adele called

the PTS to retrieve Louise Pérec's computer.

-OK, perfect.

-What are you doing? -I'm going to do an errand.

Since there's nothing left to do but wait... -An errand?

-An errand, yes. See you soon. -See you soon.

*Upbeat music.

-Here you go. -Thank you very much.

Goodbye. -Have a good day, goodbye.

-You know your father called me? -My father?

-Yes.

He seemed a little strange to me. Is he alright?

-Yes, yes. Why?

-He was convinced he had seen me yesterday.

And he asked me if I had been with you, at the Sorbonne.

-Okay. Don't worry. He's losing... He's not losing his mind.

But... -I can't hear anything, damn it!

*...

-He's a bit crazy, but he's okay.

And you, how are you doing?

*...

-Criminal investigation department.

*...

-Tell me about your hidden talent. -I'm very happy to pass

time with you.

-Yes, hello?

-Yes, Antoine. Am I bothering you? Still doing your errand?

-No, you're not bothering me. Go ahead.

-Adèle returned with the guest list.

She is currently retrieving the photos and...

We already have a picture of one of them.

-OK, who is it?

-It's your cousin.

-What? But that idiot

is everywhere!

That doesn't mean he spoke

to Aline Costa.

-That's exactly why I'm calling you.

She remembers him very well.

Yes.

He would have latched on to her. Like, annoying.

*You know what I mean? -Yes, annoying, I see.

You didn't feel it.

*from the beginning.

*Perhaps it would be necessary

*Question him, right?

Can you summon him?

Unless it interferes with your little run.

-No, it doesn't bother me. *-Are you sure?

-Yes, I'm sure.

*-Wonderful.

*See you later. -See you.

-I didn't plan on giving you away. -What were you doing, then?

You continued listening. -No!

Not at all. -You smell like cotton candy.

-Sorry, I smell like cotton candy.

I'm sorry.

-I'm shocked.

-Do you see this painting?

It's a fake; we brought it in today.

-I know, it's my job. -Some guy bought it for 2 million.

2 million euros. Isn't that crazy?

-Yes, but pigeons have always been around.

-Yeah. Except he was warned:

"There are lots of fakes circulating." And he bought it anyway.

He fell in love with the fake. You see?

-Lover ?

-I'm sure that if we put the real thing in front of him,

He would like to keep that one.

As if he were afraid of living with an object too precious to him.

Do you see what I mean, or not?

-I see perfectly what you mean.

Vincent is not a pale imitation.

I know what I'm doing.

-What are you doing? Doppel is waiting for us.

Huh?

Everything is fine ?

Remember,

we work in...

-If you talk to me again about calm, about serenity,

I swear, it's not going to work.

-Are we bothering you with andropause?

-Excuse me. It's... I know you're having problems,

But you're not the only one.

The others too.

You see? -Mm.

-Commander, you are wanted in your office.

Are you okay? -Yes, I'm okay.

I'm coming.

What is...

How many have I taken?

-Listen, Antoine, this is ridiculous. Ridiculous.

-Did you talk to her?

-Yes, a little.

*-Did you flirt with her? *-Well,

I was just trying to get to know her.

-So, you flirted with her.

-I find this painting absolutely...

It's fantastical. It's like a dream.

She made me understand

that she did not want to continue the conversation.

I like it very much. You want to step into his paintings.

-Ah yes! You love them very much.

-I love it, yes.

-I have to go, see you later, OK?

-On the other hand...

-What? Go ahead.

She went to talk to a young man, and she seemed

*much more interested. She was very...

-Very what? Spit it out, damn it.

-Entrepreneurial.

-Do you know this young man? -Yes,

Well, vaguely. He was one of Louise's students.

-Hello.

I got you a beer. Would you like one? -Yes, thank you, that's kind of you.

-Are you an artist? -Absolutely.

-I'm a model. If you need anything,

that would be cool.

-She turned it on, didn't she?

-Yes.

I felt for him, I can say that.

-You ask...

-I model for painters, photographers...

-OK. -Lots of different things.

-That's great, do you live in Paris? -I live in Aix.

-We talked.

We talked for... ten minutes.

And that's it.

Why ?

-She was attacked five days later in Aix-en-Provence.

-How does this concern me?

-In that you were

in Aix, that day.

-No. -Yes.

You have turned off your mobile phone.

and the tickets weren't in your name.

But the computer that was used

To go to the SNCF website, it's your computer.

It's crazy, isn't it?

We'll see your face soon.

on the CCTV cameras at the station.

What happened?

-I...

I lost my mind.

She flirted with me all evening.

And I couldn't forget her.

So, I absolutely had to see her again.

-So, you thought to yourself: "Hey...

"What if I went down to Aix?"

"If I were to attack her, she would be pleased."

-That's not it. I completely lost it, I...

But nothing happened.

I stopped immediately. That's it.

-If that couple hadn't passed by, you would have killed her.

-What? Are you out of your mind? -Are you familiar with these paintings?

This one?

-Yes.

-And...

this one?

-Yes.

These are by Cézanne. They are early paintings.

-You must have noticed that Cézanne insisted

on the hair in this one.

-No. Not... Not particularly.

-All right.

-Why ?

-Aline Costa told us that...

You stroked her hair.

-All right.

Yes.

Probably. I don't remember.

What's the connection?

-Louise Pérec was found with her hair styled

exactly the same way. -And she was

strangled exactly like in the painting. Yes.

-Do you think I killed Louise?

-What do you think? -No.

No.

Finally, I... This is insane.

OK, I'm sorry.

I messed up with Aline. I blame myself.

But Louise...

No.

You can ask the students. We got along really well. OK?

I've been taking those classes for 2 years.

If I had wanted to attack her, I would have done it sooner.

Why now? -Everything fits.

Arthur must have thought to himself

that by following Cézanne's example, he would master his impulses.

-Everything might fit for you, but we can't prove anything.

-I am sure of myself.

-There was an attempted attack

of Aline Costa. That's all we have.

Nothing about the murder. He won't go to prison.

-It's true.

-Did you interview the other students?

-Yes. They didn't notice anything suspicious. Nothing.

-Okay. We don't know why he had an impulse after 2 years.

-The end of police custody is in 15 hours.

-What? -Yes.

What do we do?

-We need to go back to the crime scene.

-What are you thinking about?

-Sorry, but we'll have to turn everything upside down.

I find it hard to believe that he went back there to retrieve his bag.

I must have missed something, it's impossible.

Have you looked at the easels? -Where?

-There, there. -No.

-Look everywhere.

-Captain?

No, not yet.

-Do you have anything?

-I'm sorry, I feel like I'm not doing anything right.

I didn't hang out with them, Louise's students.

You think

Is it him? -We don't know.

We're looking for proof. That's why we're here.

-Wait, excuse me.

-A copy of Cézanne. -Did you paint this?

-A student did. She displayed the most successful ones.

-Yes, it's very well done.

-What's this bag like?

-Canvas, with a leather reverse. -A leather reverse.

I've seen that before. -Where?

-In Arthur Dulac's bag, which was there.

-This painting? -On a scarf.

May I? -Yes.

"Caroline Albert." -What?

-It says "Caroline Albert".

-Does that ring a bell?

-No.

-That's the student

who did it. -Mm.

Ah, damn.

-What ?

-She was raped and killed 3 years ago.

Her murderer hasn't been found. -Were you aware of that?

-I don't know, I...

-Look. Her.

-That might ring a bell. -Didn't she mention it to you?

-I don't think I was in Paris.

-This scarf belonged to Caroline Albert.

We are waiting for the DNA results.

What was it doing at your place?

Huh ?

-I have nothing to say to you. I want to see my lawyer.

-Listen...

We know you wanted to get treatment,

that you tried.

-Maybe.

But it's pointless.

It's in my head.

It won't go away.

-According to your classmates, the day before Louise's death,

You all went to paint in Auvers-sur-Oise.

And you drove her home.

What happened?

-OK. I'll be a minute. -No problem.

I'll wait for you.

Oh!

Shit !

-Caroline Albert wore this scarf

the day of her death. I think Louise Pérec knew that.

...

-She looked in my bag.

She didn't put it back exactly.

It wasn't folded the same way.

The next day, she avoided my gaze. I understood.

-You knew that if she talked, you would get 20 years, or even 30.

-Yes.

-She didn't even try to talk to me about it.

I was so... I was only thinking about my fucking painting.

-Come, I'll walk you out.

-I wasn't listening to her much, Hortense.

But I watched her a lot. -Along with Sainte-Victoire,

She's the one you painted the most.

It is said that she alone had the patience to pose for you.

-Patience ?

You need to have painted many landscapes to succeed at a portrait.

A model that doesn't change much.

-Did you love her?

-Solitude loved me even more.

And what about you?

-What, and what about me?

...

-Yes.

I love him.

...

There's a knock at the door.

-Hi, my darling.

-Hello, Dad.

-That's it. We were able to have a drink together.

-We? Who are you talking about?

-Vincent. -Your specialty is taking people down.

My suitors, but that one, you don't touch.

It makes me feel good.

He is kind, gentle, and sensitive.

-He is charming, he is brilliant, he is witty.

I agree.

-Do you agree? -Yes.

-What do you mean, you agree? -Florence, that's wonderful.

To find the ideal man like this, now, is unexpected.

Please, you should keep this one.

-What ?

-This is the first time in my entire life

that you tell me that.

-This might be the first time

that you introduce me to an almost perfect suitor.

-Ah! Ah, there it is! I was scared, I was worried.

It was too good to be true. Expand on the "almost".

-Florence, the question

Physical fitness. -Oh no, you're not going to start that.

-They look alike, but did you find that they were the same?

-No, they're not the same at all. -Question settled.

-I agree.

Me neither, I've never been attached to physical appearance.

And as they say: nobody's perfect.

What ?

-No, I'm not used to it.

You're the only one who understands me.

That makes me wonder.

-Perhaps it's because the others are idiots.

And maybe you, too, will finally become...

reasonable.

Okay, fine, I'll leave you now.

I'm taking this opportunity to say hello to my colleagues.

And remember,

Nobody is perfect.

Nobody's perfect.

...

-That's Psyche, right?

-Yes.

-We think she is asleep, but she is dying.

And only love can save her.

Without love, we die.

-Captain.

...

-I was pretty sure those pretty legs were yours.

Cuckoo.

-Cuckoo.

-Shall we go? -Let's go.

Ah. -Ah.

I feel extremely lucky to be able to do this with you.

...

-Commander, you can talk about it. There's no shame in it. It's not taboo.

-Adèle, Adèle. It's not andropause.

-Okay. Okay. -There you go.

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