Original subtitles

- That's it, Samy! That's exactly right!

- Really? - Very good, very good!

Decrease.

Chin down. Did you know

that the left profile was much sexier

than the law? - Is it?

- Yes, I'm telling you.

- In any case, you've got the glow.

This light

across your face.

That's it, that's it. Move your face, there! Show me a little who you are!

Yes, just like that! Very good, very good! - No, but I don't believe it.

- Let's stop, let's stop. - Oh, no! Oh, no!

Oh no! - It's not for me,

dating apps. Already, I'm shy.

- We sign up together,

we swipe together, date together.

I've read some testimonials.

They say that you can get

lots of mates, and above all,

you're not immune from finding true love.

Right. Me neither, for that matter.

- Okay, hold on.

Profile. So, passions, what do I wear?

If I put the truth, it's serial killer.

It can be scary. - What else do you like?

- I like it clean.

I can hear myself, I'm a nerd.

- No, Samy, you're not... - Yes, I am.

- You're a great guy, Samy. You'd think

that you'd be my best friend if you weren't so great?

Plus, it's an experience! I want lots of them.

- Let me see the photos. - Here you go.

- I'm not even photogenic.

- We won't put a picture. Imagine if a suspect

falls on it.

Good.

On the count of 3, shall we click?

- OK. - Come on, let's go!

1, 2,

3 !

Do you know what time it is? - Oh!

- We're going to be late!

I'll get dressed and meet you downstairs.

OK?

Exciting music

Charlie shouts with joy.

Generic

...

*Notifications - Do you have any games?

*...

- That's a nice shirt. - That's nice.

I'm looking to evolve my style,

to find something more believable. - Stop it,

Samy. You're credible.

Chris, are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

It's nice, your shirt.

Come on, let's go! - That's nice, thank you.

- I knew you reminded me remind me of someone.

(- Oh no, not at all!

(No, no!)

- So, the victim?

- The victim, Lou Berger, is 20 years old.

- 20 years old? - Yes, room service

found it this morning.

- A tourist?

- No, a model. She was taking part in a contest

scheduled for today. Elevator beep

Go ahead.

Enigmatic music

...

Doctor.

...

Flash crackle

...

- She's magnificent.

She's so young.

- Barely 5 years older than Jules.

We have an idea of the cause

of death? - Cyanosis, petechiae.

Death by asphyxiation.

I'd say she was killed between 3 and 4 in the morning.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

- No, no, no, thank you.

- Smothered by what? - I don't know,

Simon. - "Samy".

- How do you expect me to know?

I'm a forensic scientist, not a soothsayer.

Charlie sniffs.

Orange blossom, honey. Pass it on.

...

... ...

...

Serum

at night. Yes.

I know because I've already tested

in sample form.

It's very, very expensive, but insane.

...

Yes, yes. Lou's got it on his face

and there's some on this cushion too.

It's the murder weapon.

- There are fatty residues. There, there, there.

I'll run the analysis, but it could be a match.

- All right, then. The door hasn't been forced,

the murderer had a pass.

- Or she knew him and opened the door.

- It was bound to struggle to avoid asphyxiation.

Once dead,

we took care to reinstall it.

Have you noticed?

- What's that? - There's no trace of lipstick

on the cushion.

- Right. - It means she's been made up.

after his death.

Why did he make her up after she died?

- The murderer reified her. At last, he has made her an object.

- You did the Dicos d'or, didn't you? - Yeah, I did.

- Where's the competition?

- Les Dicos d'or, in Haute-Savoie. - No, the modeling contest.

- In an auditorium 100 meters from here.

You're going to see the models.

I'll take care of the hotel staff. - OK.

*Electro-pop music

- Yeah, great, honey! Yeah, just like that!

*...

Yes !

*...

Great!

*...

Come closer. Yeah, there you go.

You look great. Yeah, I do.

Come on, baby!

*...

- OK! Right, then, shall we try the finale?

Bruno, I can't see.

Move over, sweetie.

Ah! Zoé, darling,

you can try light, airy,

huh? Can you try soap bubble?

Thank you.

Lou?

Lou!

What's she doing?

Never mind. - No, no...

- What is the competition? The competition

is closed to the public, mademoiselle.

- Holmes. Charlie.

- We're police. - We're the police.

- Are you okay, Mom? Would you like some water?

- The last time you saw Lou,

when was it? - Yesterday, at 6pm, at the lighting rehearsal.

Then all the girls went home

at the hotel.

- I put them together, it's practical.

Some live far away.

- I love that smell. - Hmm?

- What is your perfume? - A gift from my son

for Mother's Day.

It's a special juice created just for me.

- Hmm.

Very chic, very you.

She laughs.

Elegant and acidic.

You know her well, your mom.

- Thank goodness.

We spend our lives

together. We manage

the agency... - I run the agency.

Bruno wanted to be photojournalist,

but he's afraid of flying.

He works with me on the shoots.

- So..,

the winner becomes the muse of Sentalia cosmetics

if she wins the contest? I love this brand.

- How it works

between the candidates?

Is there tension? - Modeling,

it's not for the faint of heart.

- You knew her well,

Lou? Bruno hesitates.

- No more than the others.

Stammering But it's true that...

It's a shock still.

- Ah. Yes, I can imagine.

that when you photograph them like this,

all day long, it creates a closeness

and bonds. We need to build their confidence.

It's not easy.

- Haven't you noticed? - Really, no.

- What I noticed,

is that your colleague walks without delicacy.

Have her change her heels.

It would carry her more.

Mischievous music

- But the contest, is it cancelled?

- The contract is dead?

- He's a serial killer who aims

girls like us? I mean, beautiful.

- Lou? Nothing.

I didn't know her very well.

- We used to rub shoulders at competitions. - Nice.

Great measurements, - Beautiful smile, perfect teeth.

- What a bummer!

She thought she was too much for the queen.

- She was sure to win.

- Marie could have won too. Well, so could I.

- But that night, I took a sleeping pill.

- I was on Instagram for a bit. - 2-3 hours.

- I didn't hear anything,

I wore the earplugs.

- Sublime young woman. She could have been

on all bus shelters.

Sentalia's face.

Sobbing voice Thank you for your help.

Charlie blows his nose.

You can't say she had a happy life.

His parents are dead

in a road accident. Her aunt raised her.

- And the agency owner and her son,

What do they look like? - A lioness and her cub.

She broods over him.

He's completely smothered, poor guy.

- She's even castrating. She judges everything,

even Charlie's approach.

- What's wrong? She's what, your walk?

It looks great! - Thank you very much.

- It's patriarchal,

these contests! - We beg you!

We didn't understand each other very well.

What are their alibis like? - AH!

- Thank you. - They're clean.

He went to his wife's vernissage,

then they went home.

Victoria spent the night at home. Her housekeeper

confirmed. - The candidates?

Their alibis. - Yes.

They say they haven't moved from their room.

- We don't have a camera

to check.

Intriguing music

...

- And the maid?

The one who lost her badge. - Charlock, what are you talking about?

I was the one who interviewed the hotel staff.

- She blocked the door with her foot.

Either she lost her badge, or it's been stolen.

- You couldn't

say it first?

I call back the hotel manager.

Director? Commandant Hervieu.

Here's a quick question to ask you.

- He's up and about on the right foot again.

- No, but he's not well. He's not doing well at all right now.

It's nothing against me.

That's for sure.

(- Why are you defending him?) - I'm not.

- Well, a maid

lost a badge.

The killer could have come from outside.

Do we have cameras of the surrounding area? - Yes, we do.

I show you around the auditorium

and in the streets

near the hotel.

That's Lou, and next to her is her aunt,

Isabelle Goussard.

She joined her at rehearsals.

- That was the last time.

- I have more images of the only camera

next to the hotel.

Enigmatic music

We lose her,

but she couldn't have gone far, because she was found

20 minutes later.

- Jess, pause it there.

Freeze frame. - Yes.

- There, see? Her necklace.

She didn't

her necklace.

- Was it stolen? That might explain

his death, but...

Reminiscent of the of the beryl diadem.

It was when Sherlock had managed to assemble the stones

to return the jewel.

- It can't be. Take a look.

She still has her bag.

On the other hand... *Notification

She looks really bad.

- Auntie's back.

Charlie. - Huh?

- We must warn the aunt.

- Me again?

Intriguing music

...

- Last night, I was on duty.

I was working at the Bretéché maternity hospital.

In fact, we had a beautiful little one.

4.5 kilos.

Meanwhile.., my little Lou...

- You met yesterday. Did she tell you

anything?

- No, that was our ritual.

Lou always put pressure on herself before the competitions.

I went to reassure her before going on duty.

I had no way of knowing.

Charlie clears his throat.

- This necklace,

do you know where it comes from?

- Doesn't ring a bell. - A gift from a lover?

- Lou didn't have a lover.

She knew how to get there and that it meant sacrifice.

I was the same at his age.

- Yes, you did. You sacrificed yourself for her.

Now that's beautiful.

- I was all she had left.

- Did she start early? - She asked me

to register it, at age 8.

- It's pretty crazy in terms

a healthy lifestyle, I mean, and investment.

You must have helped her a lot for her to do so well.

- I accompanied her everywhere:

to her dance classes,

sports and fitness classes, all appointments,

dieticians.

- She wasn't the only one competing after all.

There were two of you.

- Yes, but it was nothing but happiness.

Lou said she wanted to offer me a villa

with swimming pool when she succeeded.

It was his dream.

It was our dream.

My little doll.

Intriguing music

- Oh!

She was so serious! There's nothing sticking out.

It makes me anxious.

- It relaxes me. It's so rare,

tidy rooms.

...

- There's no photo booth with his girlfriends,

not a T-shirt lying around.

At 20, it's not normal to think only about work, is it?

...

Good.

...

Oh, dear!

They're the same at my dentist's.

...

Nice.

...

Very cute.

...

We need to find his hideout.

Everyone has a hideout.

...

Oh... How could I have planting stuff

chez papou!

Samy sneers.

...

And you, your hideout,

what was it? - I didn't have one.

- Sammy, we all have a hideout. Say it.

- No, it won't. - It won't leave here, I swear.

- Under my bed.

- Oh yeah? What were you hiding?

- Ah, no.

- Oh, you rascal! Pornographic magazines?

- Forensics,

I was afraid I'd be taken for a madman.

Ah...

The box of tricks.

- Open, open.

- Well, these are tampons.

- Yes, you can't always right the first time.

Charlie sighs.

...

Ah, Samy, come and see!

...

- There is a password

to crack. - What could it be?

- Date of birth?

- This is going to take a while, I'm not Lisbeth Salander.

- Who?

- The hacker in...

Never mind.

- OK. - Here, go here.

- I can hear you breathing.

Get moving.

Notification

(Thank you.)

...

- You've got plenty of matches!

- I don't understand, it's crazy! - Chrystel?

A girl? Do you match girls too?

I don't mind, but... - No, it's a mixed name.

Oh... He sends me poems by Rimbaud,

he cries at "Titanic". He's my soul mate, that's for sure.

Do you have any matches?

- Listen, um... Not much.

But I think I'm having network problems.

Here... Right now, I'm on 5G. But if I stick to the concrete wall,

often, I've noticed...

I'm on 5G too.

- I had the clinic.

The aunt was on duty all night.

- Yes!

That's it!

- What's up?

Wait, I recognize her,

she's one of the candidates,

Marion, we interviewed her.

- "Subscribe."

- No. - "Give it up."

(Not "subscribe".)

Tension music

- Ah, yes.

...

Lou made you sing with these photos

for you to give up.

You didn't like it.

So you killed her.

- I don't know

what you're talking about. These photos are old

and have never been published. - No, they haven't.

No...

They were found on a USB stick in her home.

What was your relationship like?

What was your relationship

with Lou?

...

*Very good. No one can testify

that you spent the night in your room. You are...

suspicious.

- I didn't kill her.

- Marion...

...

Someone wants to hurt you. We want to help you

and we need to talk.

...

- She totally out of the room?

- She's like that, Charlie. And that's just the beginning!

*-We're better, both of us.

Girl

or boy?

...

Your child.

Thaïs?

...

Thomas?

And the bandage,

is for kids.

...

- Timothy.

He is 2 years old.

- Are you raising her alone?

- It's not easy, but I get by.

- Where's daddy?

- With him...

It's a real nightmare.

I don't want to lose custody.

...

- I understand.

You're concerned that he will use these images

against you? Because, these threats...

You've received them.

...

- It freaked me out.

I almost gave up the competition.

There's a big contract at stake.

I need the money.

- Marion...

...

Why were these photos at Lou's?

You can talk to me.

We need help.

- I was the one who told him about it.

I lied to you.

We were friends.

...

She suggested

to hide them and convinced me to continue.

But frankly,

I'd have been better off not listened to him.

- Why is that?

...

- Last night, after rehearsal, I found this

in my make-up bag.

...

- So, someone continued

to threaten Marion at the risk

of getting caught in the dressing rooms. - I'll send it to the lab

for fingerprints. - OK.

- Hmm...

Yes... Hmm...

Clean handwriting,

but paper torn.

You can feel the... rage.

Here, a little like you, Chris,

with your "Read and approved".

- What are you doing? It's my judgment.

- Ah, fuck... I'm so sorry about that.

- Voilà!

It's my divorce decree!

Are you OK? All good? Does everyone know?

Shall we move on?

Thank you.

- All that to say...

the raven

by Marion

and Lou's murderer...

is...

the same person.

- Unless Marion is giving us the runaround. She's still a suspect.

- No, I don't think she did post-mortem makeup.

- Maybe it's a girl thing.

- No... - No what?

Ah, OK. No, I'm sorry. I didn't say anything. "Crazy stuff."

That's not why she's innocent.

It's our only lead.

End of the day for me.

Thank you.

- Well...

What the hell are you doing?

- The model.

Check it out,

that head carriage. Isn't it? - Ah, yes, that's good.

- What do you think?

Have you seen the heels?

Here, for your memoir. Shout of surprise

Hop! Only if you let me read it.

- Yes.

Are these Watson's originals? Awesome!

- It hurts everywhere,

calves, feet.

Smile, pull in your belly at the same time...

Stretch your neck, take little steps... What a hell!

And yet...

On Lou's Insta, check it out,

she only posts photos of landscapes of landscapes, not a photo of herself.

It's strange for a girl

who was beauty contests.

- Hmm...

- On the other hand, on the feed of the other candidates,

that's another story. - To relax,

before the contests, I used to look at NASA photos.

- No, Lou, it's something else.

It's more than that.

It was his window to freedom,

these landscapes, its horizon.

Yes...

That's it.

(His freedom.)

"Free man,

"you will always cherish the sea!"

First prize for recitation

in 6th grade. Papou has never been prouder.

Are you taking notes for your dissertation? - Of course I am.

- "Free man, always you will cherish the sea!"

I don't have the rest.

Bouncy music

...

- Since we all have brains in marmalade,

I brought banana bread.

- Is that what I felt when I arrived?

- Vince's specialty.

Nice hat, Vatel.

- Thanks, boss.

...

- Something's wrong

with Marion : she receives large sums

from various creditors.

- Causette made fun of us. - Did she?

She sounded sincere.

I don't get it.

- Argh...

- I'll talk to her. - Never mind. I'm sending a team

at her place. - Ah, OK.

- Hmm...

Are you sure we're find it here?

- Haven't you noticed?

Her sneakers are green, she runs in the grass

and her knees and shins ache and shins like joggers.

- This is the park nearest to her home?

- Oh!

Wow, you run fast.

I hate running, especially on my own.

It's more fun with two, though.

I'm not I'm not putting you on trial.

I just want to understand what happened to Lou.

- He's your colleague too, he scared me.

- Him? - Me?

- No, not you.

Your colleague, the blue-eyed cowboy.

- The important thing is not to lose custody of your son

but if you're hiding things from us,

the blue-eyed cowboy,

he will take you in custody.

Hmm.

We need to talk, Marion.

So where did the money come from?

You want to

find Lou's killer?

So are we.

Melancholy music

See this?

The guy checking me out?

...

That's the way it is

all the time. Lou said

that it was in our power.

But I.., I'm not as strong as her.

- OK.

How did you use this power?

What was your secret?

- We were escorting together.

Just dinners and parties.

...

Well, I know the image

it gives you, there... - No, it doesn't.

You proposed this plan to Lou?

- She was after money. I just

wanted to help him.

Did she die because of me?

I should never have taken him on... - Marion,

you wanted

help a friend. She asked you to.

- Now you know why

Lou needed money?

- I don't know. I didn't ask her. I didn't ask her.

She didn't ask questions.

That's why I liked him.

- And the customers...

you'd find them on the Internet or in...

- A chic private club,

Spark, rue Gambetta. - After Marion,

it's just a matter company.

- What if one of them wanted more?

Lou refused and the guy couldn't take it.

(Shit.)

Chris sighs.

Shock Groaning

Oh! Are you okay? - I'm so sorry.

- Thank you.

A cell phone vibrates.

Yes, Madam Principal? Thank you for calling me back.

Yes, it's a bit complicated right now...

- Excuse me.

- Oh, sorry.

- How are you?

You look weird.

- No, it's... Yes, I'm fine. It's Chris.

He's a little lost, at the moment.

Notification

Oh dear, that's my game,

Chrystel! How romantic romantic. Take a look.

- Is she really not a girl?

My aunt's name is Christelle and loves "Titanic".

- I don't know, maybe maybe it's your aunt.

Come on, let's go to the club. - We are?

Latin lounge music

...

- Good morning to you. - Good morning to you.

- Good afternoon.

- It's all there.

- All what?

- You're cops.

- Is it that obvious?

- Not you. But they do.

- Well, we're not here for an inspection.

Do you know her? - Yeah, I do. She comes in a lot.

Did she do something?

- What we know,

is that she's an escort.

- You know more than I do.

- Cuckoo! Hello there.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

- Good morning to you. - Good morning to you.

Quick question:

did Lou give you this bracelet?

I recognize small shells.

- One evening, she wasn't feeling well.

Nothing to worry about.

She hadn't eaten enough or something.

So I brought her here

for her to resume

his spirits.

And...

She's dead, I don't believe it.

Intriguing soft music

...

- What was she like?

...

- He wasn't someone...

What can I say?

Pretentious.

She'd come in before closing and we'd talk,

quite simply.

- What?

- Sea turtles.

I know it's weird,

but she knew a lot about it.

I told him that back home, in Senegal, we had a village

turtles.

She dreamed of coming to see this.

...

- It's yours, this locker?

Inside, are her things?

Yours are on the chair.

You were doing him a favor,

and that's normal, among friends.

- I'm in trouble

with my boss. - We won't tell him.

Will you open it for me?

- She was paid in cash. That's why we didn't see anything.

- Maths, chemistry... Why she hide this in her locker?

- Just a moment.

A mint diabolo

at café le Parvis in Cherbourg.

Samy, look at the date.

- May 23rd. That was last Friday!

- Yes. - And?

- Just before Mother's Day.

She didn't go alone, to Cherbourg.

Intriguing music

...

- Lift your leg. Yeah, like that.

Look at me. Raise your arm.

I love it! I love it!

That's right, you're an Amazon!

You're a warrior!

You ride your steed!

Yeah! I love it! What the hell?

I had privatized the carousel!

- Hello! Hello ! It's the police!

I'm with my grouper.

"Hello. It's me Jojo the grouper."

- Okay, break. Make-up connection.

I don't date

contest girls.

- You did take Lou to Cherbourg.

And you brought back

a perfume for your mother.

It's a special juice created just for me.

- You were there the same weekend.

- I saw

your reaction to his death.

Did you have a relationship with Lou?

- Uh... can we go further here?

*Arrest

- You've booked a room

at the Castelbrac Hotel with the

of the agency. The receptionist

recognized Lou in a photo.

You didn't go unnoticed unnoticed.

- I took her away for the weekend. As soon as we arrived,

she disappeared for 4 hours.

When I got back, she told me she had to go home.

- So you came back to Nantes too.

- Yes. I told my wife that I was shooting for 2 days,

I had to go to a friend's house.

- That's Lou's necklace!

- What is it? - It's Lou's necklace.

- You want to seduce her,

you take her for an easy girl,

you offer her jewelry,

you take her away for the weekend, and there's nothing.

Yes, nothing's happening. And that made you angry.

- You gave him an appointment, you took back the necklace,

you let her go, enter her room,

and then you kill her.

- I've seen it, but only for 5 minutes.

She's the one who made me

the necklace, it's a family jewel.

I didn't kill her! - Family heirloom?

We have charges against you.

You have to follow us.

They laugh.

...

- Lou attended Lieutaud courses

for a year. - Hmm?

- A preparatory for scientific entrance exams.

She handed in all her homework: 18 average.

- It's an expensive expensive.

There, the teachers

are better paid than we do!

- Do you want a raise?

- I didn't what I meant.

- Your deputy's salary, not so good.

Have a green juice. - Thanks, boss.

- She was smart. Lou. She was

all-inclusive

to the reign of appearances.

Model, escort... Her looks,

she used it to finance her studies.

Oh! No! Vince!

Vince, would you make me a banana smoothie?

- I'll do that. - Hats off.

It's the crème de la crème, what you bring us.

I'll call the D.A. - Thank you.

She laughs.

- Uh... what's in his juice there?

- She met someone.

- But no.

- Didn't you see?

She wears make-up,

she primped. - Do we know him?

- I bet that's the lawyer from last week.

Yes, he did, he stayed a long time

in his office. - They kept

to have a laugh. Or maybe it's the proc.

She rushed to call him.

- Victoria returned to the hotel the night of the murder.

- But how?

- By cab. Either her housekeeper is covering for her,

or she was asleep when her boss came out.

- She's the one Lou joined.

She's the one to whom she returned the necklace!

- We called on her.

- No, Chris! - Ah! That's not good.

- Are you sure it's the D.A.? - I'm not sure of anything.

- My son has been arrested. - He took the blame for you.

He is suspected of Lou's murder.

- A family jewel,

you can't offer it to just anyone.

So you took matters into your own hands as usual.

- You wanted to protect your son,

prevent Lou from breaking up his marriage,

but above all the reputation of your agency.

So you killed two birds with one stone.

- It's all nonsense. Who do you think I am?

On the other hand, I offered him a deal.

I favored her

for the contest if she stopped seeing my son.

- And she accepted?

She giggles.

- She gave me back the necklace.

- Yet it was found in your son's belongings.

- He's a sentimentalist.

- Lou refused the deal.

You had a fight.

In the latest images we have of her,

she looks upset.

- She was very sure of herself when I left her, that bitch.

But yes, she refused my offer.

She even threw my necklace in my face,

telling me not to worry about my son,

she was leaving, that she was giving up

the competition. Can you imagine?

- And do you know where she wanted to go?

- Cherbourg.

A strange destination for a new beginning,

if you ask me.

- Mother and son lie.

We'll soften them up until they talk.

Charlie?

Are we disturbing you?

Uh-oh!

- Intechmer!

A specialized school

in the marine trades.

To get there

that Lou was a scientific upgrade.

Her shell bracelets, magazines,

its discussions

with Bakary

on sea turtles. The sea was his passion.

- The school is in Cherbourg.

- Yes, that's it!

The oral exam, was

last Friday. Bruno was his cab driver.

- Why hide it?

Even her aunt ignored her.

- Maybe out of superstition. Me, before contests,

I was saying... - Shit!

Shit, the contest.

- Chris?

- The results of the competition have just been announced.

My wife...

My wife... Well, my ex...

My ex got it.

- That's great. - Hmm.

- Ah... Are you afraid she'll move out?

- With children, yes.

- But... don't you have joint custody?

- And what if she is appointed in Strasbourg or Marseille?

I don't feel like to be a weekend dad.

- You should talk to her.

This is normal at the beginning of a separation...

- Charlie, thank you.

Mysterious music

...

- Thank you for coming.

And for preventing me from turning myself in.

- I came here because I need

to understand, not because I've forgiven you.

- I know.

And I'm sorry.

- Why did you make me believe that I killed you?

- You know, I.., I grew up hating it.

It's hard to get through.

Those few months of trying to disappear, and then...

your reaction,

to protect me, not to denounce me...

I want more, of my old life.

From my toxic family.

I want to live.

Just like you.

Without anger.

So I have no idea what I'm going to do but...

At least I'll be free.

Intense music

...

If you ever forgive me, one day,

knows that now,

it's you, my family.

...

A clock strikes.

- Charlie? Charlie? What are you doing? What are you doing?

...

- Oceanography. Aquaculture.

This school is very specialized.

Lou had gone to so much trouble to be able

into it. It breaks my heart.

But she didn't tell to anyone!

But not to anyone! Not his aunt

or her friend Marion.

Why is this happening? - What's all the fuss?

You're not asleep, my Chacha?

- It's okay, papou, don't worry.

I'm... I'm cogitating.

I'm thinking. - I'm thinking. Well, don't stay up too late.

- In any case, very nice pajamas.

Mr. Holmes.

- I'll give you some, pajamas...

George goes back upstairs.

- That's right,

he's got style, like that, don't you think?

- You've got style too, Samy. Your style,

but you've got style. Can't you see

how lucky you are, eh?

We women, all our lives, have been told what to wear,

don't get dressed, do their hair...

Lou, it's... It was the same.

All her life, she's been mistaken for a doll.

Disturbing music

...

She plays in pizzicato

...

She resumes with greater intensity.

...

- Little doll!

...

It was our dream the 2 of us.

The music fades away.

- Becoming a model wasn't Lou's dream. Lou's dream, but her aunt's.

She hid it from her so as not to hurt her.

How could I have been so wrong? In the video, they argue.

Lou had just found the note in Marion's pencil case.

She recognized the handwriting of her aunt.

She spun around,

she decides to quit the contest. Her aunt kills her.

Elementary, my dear Samy!

- But she has an alibi.

There was only one birth

that evening. It is possible

she has left the maternity ward

that she was going to the to the rest room.

Vibrations in the car.

...

- Oh no, now's not the time! We have to go to the aunt's!

- Oh shit!

- Did we get a flat? - Yes, we had a flat tire.

Sir?

Stop! Police!

Thank you.

- Charlie, where are you going?

Tell Chris!

The motorcycle pulls away.

- The word in Marion's comes from Lou's house.

She sang it well.

- No, it's the aunt!

- Don't move, I'm coming.

- I prepared everything with the funeral home.

I had to touch up the dress on the dress but my little Lou

is going to be magnificent. - As it always has been,

because you were there to...

make-up, coaching,

your little doll. Except she's

rebelled when you threatened her friend Marion.

- What are you talking about?

Tension music

...

- She ended up to tell you about the school.

She was about to leave you.

Give up your dream to live his.

You couldn't take it. You killed her.

Then you put on makeup to keep her

your little doll.

- She betrayed me! I devoted my whole life to her!

Charlie screams.

- Police!

Drop it!

Drop it!

Déclic

Sammy? - Yes? Thanks, Samy.

- Charlie? No more.

Charlie?

She moans.

All is well.

Charlie sobs.

Just a moment.

Billon calls.

I have to take this. Can you let go?

*-Hello? - Boss lady?

*-What's going on? - We're handling the situation.

No problem.

Soft techno music

...

- Excuse me,

can I have a glass of white wine?

...

*Notification

...

Oh! - Well...

- Chris! - Charlie.

- What are you doing here? - Nothing, I...

How are you?

- It's okay. It's okay. - What are you doing?

- Er... - Ah yes, wait.

You're stuck, don't move. There you go, there you go.

There you are. - Thank you very much.

Well, that's that.

Dynamic music

- HAVE A GOOD EVENING. - Have a nice evening.

...

*Notification

...

Charline. Charline? Is that you?

It's an alias. Chrys... tel?

- Uh, yes.

- Is it a pseudonym?

- No, no, it's...

That's my real name.

You don't tell anyone? - No, I haven't.

Mum's the word.

A bomb. A grave!

...

I'll be off. - Oh no, uh...

You...

How about a drink? Got time?

I'd like that.

...

- OK.