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Don't go fainting on me.

Oh, no. Why?

Well, Morel, take this. It's Bouvier's.

For the photos. Do you know how?

Yes.

Don't touch anything.

No.

Who found him?

A maid saw blood in the hallway
and called Giulia,

our head housekeeper.

Did the maid come in before telling you?

No, the door was locked.
I opened it with my master key.

-At what time?
-Six o'clock in the morning.

Did you open the window?

No, I found it open.

Well, I'd like to question
the guests and the staff.

You don't think that--

No one leaves the hotel
without my permission.

Fine.

Giulia, remain at the disposal
of the captain.

Stab wound,

thin blade,

a knife or a letter opener.

Was there one in the room?

Yes, like all the rooms.

And so, you…

You… You're sure it was here yesterday?

-Yes, everything is checked every day.
-Morel!

You're here because Bouvier is in a cast.

So, take notes.

The letter opener
would appear to be the murder weapon.

The murderer clearly
grabbed whatever was at hand.

Wallet.

So…

It's the one for his room.

So, he would have locked the door
before being attacked?

He voluntarily locked himself in
with his attacker?

Well, it's possible if he knew him.

The murderer could have escaped
via the balcony.

On this floor, it's doable.

I have something.

A 10,000-franc check.

Payable to the victim,
signed Raoul Delaunay. Do you know him?

A guest of the hotel.
A friend of Mr. Jacquart.

Well, Morel, finish taking your pictures
before we remove the body.

After you.

SUMMER '36

But when you brought the champagne
up to Mr. Jacquart's room,

you must've seen who he was with.

No, he only opened the door
enough to take the tray.

And Mr. Jacquart
received no other visitors that day?

Yes.

Yes?

Last night, when I came
to pick up his shoes to shine,

Mr. Jacquart hadn't put his out.

And?

So, I wanted to knock,
because I thought he'd forgotten.

And I heard him talking to someone.

Talking loudly. He wasn't happy.

-Did you hear the other person?
-No, only Mr. Jacquart.

He said something like, "That's enough.
I won't give in to your threats."

Good evening.

-And then?
-And then I left.

I went to do my shoes.
I didn't want to be nosy.

What time was it?

11:30 p.m.

That's when I start shining them.

He could have been talking on the phone.

No, I checked with reception,

and no calls, neither outgoing
nor incoming, from the gentleman's room

during the evening.

Well…

He was alive a half hour before midnight.

Note that down.

-Thank you very much.
-Thank you.

You can return to your…

-Where were you last night?
-That's none of your business.

We need to talk about
what happened last night.

Jean…

You want to talk?

Let's talk.

How could you lie to me all these years?

When I found out I was pregnant,
we'd just moved in together.

We were so happy.

For me, you were the father of my child.

And Jacquart, you forgot about him?

He never mattered.
Not for a second did I think about him.

And then Louis started to look like him,
more and more.

And then I understood.

Why didn't you tell me, Eugénie?

Because it would have hurt you.

Would it have changed anything for you?

That wasn't your decision to make.

You're the one who raised our son
and who loves him.

-You're the one who--
-Stop!

Jean…

Look at me, please.

You're Louis' father.

And the best one he could have had.

You lied to me, Eugénie.

Giulia.

It's the review request
for Dad's trial. Look.

Unfavorable opinion.

Are you crazy or what?

I couldn't leave it lying around.
We can at least buy some time.

Time for what?

I need to get the case file
from the station.

I'll have all the clues from the crime.
Witnesses, conclusions.

-To conduct my own investigation.
-Your investigation?

What investigation?

Well, yes.

I came first in the police assistant exam.

This is nonsense.

Giulia. We have three weeks
to prove Dad's innocence.

Don't count on me.

Fine then.

I'll manage without you.

Mr. Jacquart spent
the whole evening with you?

We greeted each other,
and afterward, we didn't see him again.

With all these paid vacationers in Nice,
it was to be expected.

Marthe.

What?

Why waste time questioning us?

Have you heard?

-Eugénie's fiancé got bumped off.
-Angèle, that's enough.

What did I say?

I think I'd better take
the little one away.

-No, I'm not a kid.
-Yes, I know. Come on.

Eugénie's fiancé?

Ex-fiancé.

Eugénie is our eldest daughter.

She was engaged to Adrien Jacquart,
a long time ago.

Was?

She fell in love with another man
and broke up with Adrien.

And you stayed on good terms with him.

Yes. Well, I mean…

Courteous.
We crossed paths from time to time.

Your daughter isn't on vacation with you?

No.

Do you know where she is?

She's in Nice.

Your family didn't know.

I hadn't told them yet.

Eugénie married a worker from my factory
and cut off all contact with us.

So how do you know she's in Nice?

I wrote to her

to ask her to come see me here.

It was time to put the past behind us.

Her married name?

Berthier.

And do you know
where she's staying in Nice?

At Mina's boarding house, with her family.

-Has she met with Adrien Jacquart in Nice?
-That's a question for Eugénie to answer.

Eugénie has nothing to do
with this sordid affair.

So, none of you went last night

to Adrien Jacquart's room
at around 11:00 p.m.?

-Of course not.
-None of us had any reason to go there.

Mr. Delaunay,

when did you last see Mr. Adrien Jacquart?

We spoke last night.

I find it hard to believe.

Did he seem troubled to you?

He mentioned a delicate matter
he had to resolve.

-I thought he was talking about his work.
-Did you come back together?

No. I only stayed
a few minutes at the concert.

Then I went to the gaming tables.

And how long did you stay there?

1:30 a.m., more or less.

Did you know Mr. Jacquart for a long time?

Twenty years.

We found a check payable to Mr. Jacquart.
A check signed by you.

10,000 francs is a large sum.

Yes, it's…

a gambling debt.

Adrien was a fierce poker player.

Thank you for seeing me.

I'll kindly ask you to stay in Nice.

Of course, thank you.

Thank you.

Come on.

Apparently, some…

ongoing cases. Nothing else.

Oh, yes.

"You're the one who's responsible."

"You will be punished for this injustice."

"You are a murderer. You deserve to die."

"Deserve to die." That points to revenge.

Possibly.

Someone he sent to prison…

Or the relative of a convict?

The maid heard him arguing with someone.

It was perhaps
the author of these letters, no?

We'll request a fingerprint search.

Take notes, Morel. Take notes.

He burned something.

Perhaps another threatening letter?

You can make out some words.

Not typewritten.

It's a woman's handwriting, isn't it?

Did Mr. Jacquart have a mistress?

Our guests' private lives
are none of our business.

But those of your murdered guests, yes.

Now we have two motives.
Revenge or a crime of passion.

It's too dark. I need more light.

What is this?

Another 215 room key.

I called Joseph Neuville, the new owner
of the Riviera. He's on his way.

We've found a second key.
Know where it came from?

Absolutely, yes. Mr. Jacquart
asked for a duplicate upon his arrival.

And you're only telling me now?

With all this, it slipped my mind.

Who was this key for?

We don't ask
that kind of question of our guests.

The next time I want to kill
without getting caught, I'll do it here.

Hello, Félix.

Hello,

Miss Léonie.

Are you working all day today?

No, today, I finish at 4:00 p.m.
It's my night off.

Great. I'll come pick you up, then?

Okay.

By the way, do you know
who handles the guests' mail here?

That's Rémi, the concierge.
The one with the keys on his jacket.

More efficient than the postal service.

Thank you very much.

See you later.

He was killed
between midnight and 1:00 a.m.

A single stab wound,
very violent, that severed his carotid.

Magnificent.

Yes, well, what else?

The murderer
must have been covered in blood.

The wound indicates
a blow from top to bottom. So…

someone taller than the victim.

A man?

Without a doubt.

The wound is deep.
That requires a man's strength.

You should have seen
my mother slaughter a pig.

Captain, may I try something?

Could you sit down, please?

You are Prosecutor Jacquart.

We're talking, the tension rises,
I go behind you.

Suddenly, I grab the letter opener
and bam! I strike.

Are you all right?

Come on. Up you get. There you go.

Same result.
A man sitting, a woman standing,

the blow is struck from top to bottom,

and the murderer is
not necessarily covered in blood.

Yes, that's… What do you think?

It's a possibility, that's true.

Do you not need me anymore?

No.

Very well. It's time for us
to interrogate the ex-fiancée.

-Eugénie Berthier? She's very nice.
-You know her?

Yes, we're staying
at the same boarding house.

It's a small world.

I have the impression that
you also know Giulia Vincent,

the head housekeeper at the Riviera.

Me?

This is the first time
I've set foot in a luxury hotel.

Count again, Félix. 500 francs, Félix.
Giulia, you're just in time, come here.

500 francs are missing from the till.

They didn't just fly away.
Do you have an explanation?

The restaurant?
Sometimes they come here to get change.

I was interrupted by a customer.
Perhaps I got confused.

Okay, we'll get to the bottom of this,
believe me.

Ladies and gentlemen, good morning.

I'm sorry, sir,
the bar is closed at this time.

No problem at all.

Can I get you something?

Pardon me, sir,
but do you have a room here?

I believe I have 187.

Joseph Neuville, grandson
of the late owner of the hotel.

The new boss of the Riviera.

Mr. Neuville, of course, my apologies.
Welcome to the Riviera.

I'm Edgar Girault, the hotel manager.

-Félix here can get you a drink.
-I'm fine, thanks.

And Miss Giulia Vincent, head housekeeper.

-Nice to meet you.
-Nice to meet you.

Thank you.

Excuse me, I have to go.

So?

Any more slaughtered guests
since this morning?

Adrien is dead.

He was killed, to be precise.

-You arrived in Nice yesterday, right?
-Yes.

On the Paris-Ventimiglia.

Did you know Mr. Jacquart would be here?

Not at all.

But you found out?

I crossed paths with him.

By chance.

When I went to see my father
at the Riviera, yesterday morning.

What relationship did you have with him
after breaking off the engagement?

None.

And since that chance encounter,
did you see him again?

I had no reason
or desire to see him again.

What's with this interrogation?

Is it our business if that guy's dead?

Your wife, his ex-fiancée, finds herself
in Nice at the time of the murder.

You see Mr. Jacquart again, he's charming,
a prosecutor now, he's a success.

The Riviera, all that luxury you gave up
for a working-class life.

You have understandable regrets.

You beg Adrien Jacquart to take you back.
He refuses. You kill him.

There. With a little imagination,
it does become your business.

Being a cop gives you
no right to insult people.

Eugénie and Jean Berthier.

Union activists.

Three arrests for disturbing the peace
and failure to comply.

Blood runs hot in your family.

You got your answers.

Leave us now.

Don't leave Nice until further notice.

We fought for our paid vacation.
I have no intention of cutting it short.

Right, let's go.

Thank you.

All right, let's start with the victim.

Adrien Jacquart,
45 years old, feared prosecutor.

-Did you know him?
-Not really.

He was the prosecutor
on one of my cases here in Nice.

Then transferred to Paris two years ago.

Single, no children.

A mistress.

Maybe a mistress.

Or at least an ex-fiancée.

A stranger with whom
he drank some champagne.

Maybe the guy for whom
the spare keys were intended.

Or gal.

So, we have a mysterious altercation
right before his death,

some threatening letters,

and a burned message.

Very good, Madeleine.

Thank you.

By the way,
any news on Jacquart's assistant?

We spoke on the phone.
He'll come from Paris when he can.

Well, the prefect is waiting for me.

Excuse me.

You… see where they are
with the burned message from the ashtray.

Yes.

Yeah.

"You are…"

So?

Well, it's not easy. We only have
fragments of half-burned words.

Put them on the ground,
you'll have more perspective.

Wouldn't you rather make us some coffee?

We're not here to play games.

What are you doing?

As it happens, this is a game.

Come on, get down. That's enough.

MADLY
EUGÉN…

"Past."

"Believe."

TO BELIEVE…
THE PAST…

"Troubled."

"Capable."

CAPABLE OF ANYTHING

Eugénie.

What are you doing here?

I was waiting for you.

Would you like to walk with me?

I heard about Adrien.
Captain Raven came by.

It's horrible.

Yes.

If you came to talk
about Louis, it's pointless.

I was being insensitive.

I regret it.

That's the least you can say.

Do you recall the Belvédère des Sirènes?

Do you still go there?

I reserved it for our picnic,
like every year.

You won't cancel after what happened?

On the contrary,
everyone needs to get their minds off it.

Starting with your niece, Angèle,
who's been talking of murder all morning.

-How old is she now?
-16 years old.

It's time she met her aunt and cousin.

Come.

-You and your family.
-Oh, no.

-It's the perfect opportunity.
-No, I'm not ready for that.

And my husband even less so.

Eugénie, I'm old.

I'd like to have time
to get to know my grandson.

To fix past mistakes.

Please.

Is the Confederation
of French Employers gala tomorrow?

Yes. Why?

I want to go.

And meet them.

Your union comrades already got
what they wanted, no?

Only what they could wrest
from your friends.

It's far from enough.

What do you want?

To raise the minimum hiring age to 16.

A child's place is in school,
not in a factory.

Didn't know you were capable of blackmail.

We're not going to that picnic.

You were the one who was ready
to make a deal with my father.

Not at any price.

But whether we like it or not,
my family is also Louis'.

I can already see your father trying
to seduce him with his money.

-I don't want that for Louis.
-But he won't be impressed.

He's smarter than that.

Trust him.

We'll only go if Louis agrees to it.

You're going to have
to explain yourself, Henri.

Explain myself? About what?

You left without a word
for a mysterious meeting.

You hid from me that Eugénie is here.

Was she who you went to see?

Yes.

Why now?

Eugénie has a son.

Louis.

He's 17 years old.

Did you know that?

Is he in Nice too?

Yes.

And I invited Eugénie and her family

to our picnic at the Belvédère.

You didn't think it best to tell me first?

Let's say I wanted to avoid the drama.

With the murder of Eugénie's ex-fiancé,
I think the drama is only getting started.

As you say.

They're here. They all want to meet you.
Especially your grandfather.

You said you didn't want to see them.

-That we were different than them.
-That's true.

But they're still my family.

And yours.

Wait, so that's why we came here instead
of going to Normandy with our buddies?

You don't have to go.

-No one's forcing you, okay?
-Yes, it's fine.

I think.

Hey.

I've always loved this story.

Eugénie Pontavice-Caron leaves
her princess life for a handsome worker.

And from this love, a son is born.

Louis Berthier
Pontavice-Caron de Ménilmontant.

Gaby, you're a pain.

At any rate, I'm going.

A bourgeois picnic, I won't miss that.

Thank you, sir.

Mrs. Vincent, you're two months late.

Give me a few more days.

I'll pay everything
by the end of the month.

The Rocher School offers
a first-rate education for our girls.

It comes at a price.

Especially since you chose
the extra summer classes.

I want the best for Suzanne.

That's to your credit,

but I don't know if we can turn Suzanne
into the young girl you dream of.

-Here.
-Thank you.

But her grades are excellent.

Yes, but her insolence is the problem.

Care to hear an excerpt
from her latest essay?

On Madame Bovary, right?

"In conclusion, I'd say Flaubert
is the worst of the misogynists."

"He has a poor opinion of women,

imagining them stupid enough
to marry a weak husband

and then have a ridiculous burning passion
for a lover of limitless stupidity."

This is Flaubert we're talking about.

Indeed, it's radical.

Yes, and I haven't even mentioned
her Amazons club,

which is preparing a petition for Mr. Blum
to ask for women's voting rights.

I see.

In any case, as for Suzanne's tuition,
I'll give you until the end of the week.

After that, we can't keep her.

I'll sort it out.

Before the end of the week, Mrs. Vincent.

Dad did that?

He did that?

After the scandal
Eugénie put the family through?

You're concerned
about the family's honor now?

You weren't very discreet
with Adrien Jacquart.

Still having the picnic
after what happened is insane.

I won't go. It's out of the question.

-I can't.
-Well, you'll force yourself, for once.

And you'll look happy next to Edouard.

-Like you always did with Dad?
-Exactly.

No playing the grief-stricken widow.
And don't make a scene with your sister.

Eugénie comes back, and it's chaos.

You don't need her to create chaos.

-Mom?
-My darling!

I didn't know you were coming.

That wretched Lefèvre called you in
because of Bovary, right?

Among other things.

I swear, her Flaubert is so boring.

I told her we should study
Malraux's Man's Fate instead.

She pulled out her crucifix, horrified.
Like this.

Fortunately, there's tennis.

And piano too.
I'm terrible, but I love it.

-What about your English classes?
-I love them! Look.

-What does it mean?
-"Left with the wind."

That's pretty.

It just came out in America.

Your friend brought it for me,
but he says it's, "Gone with the wind."

What friend?

Raoul, I believe.
He wears small, black sunglasses.

He's very elegant, very chic.
He's at the Riviera.

-Raoul Delaunay?
-Yes.

-What did you talk about?
-My studies.

He wanted to know if I was happy here.

He didn't tell you?

He must have forgotten.

Can you translate the beginning?

So…

"Scarlett O'Hara was not beautiful,

but men seldom realized it…"

Here they are.

Thank you for coming.

Hello, Mom.

Eugénie.

Aunt Eugénie.

-I'm your niece, Angèle.
-I know.

Eugénie!

Hello, Eugénie.

Hello.

-This is your son, I imagine.
-Yes.

This is my grandson, Louis.

-Hello, sir.
-No, no, no.

No. Call me Grandpa,
and drop the formalities.

Louis, I'm very happy.

Hello, Blanche.

Ma'am. Champagne.

-Everyone has a hat, I hope.
-Anne-Marie's favorite neighborhood.

Your aunt. Right, Anne-Marie?

Is this what you call a picnic?

-Can you imagine if our comrades saw us?
-It's a family tradition to come here.

Come on, it's just lunch.

Hello, sir.

Yes. Come on,
tell me a little bit about you.

Huh? How's it going?
I heard that you're a brilliant man.

Louis looks like his father, it's…

It's striking.

-So you're going to the École Normale?
-Yes, next year.

-What's your favorite subject?
-Literature.

You get that from me, I'm sure.
I spent my youth in books.

Really?

So why did you choose to run factories?

I didn't choose anything, my boy.
Legacy is a duty.

It's pride too. You'll see.

Is everything all right, Captain?

What do you think?

The prefect thinks the murder
of a prosecutor is a messy affair.

And who does that fall on?

This case could make you
police chief faster.

Yes, well, I don't care
about my promotion.

I just want to run
my investigation in peace.

How's it going with the note?

Nice is beautiful.
Do you ever go out at night, here?

No.

Are you kidding?
I'm confined to my room at 9:00 p.m.

Tonight, I'm going
to the Promenade with friends.

We're going to play music.

Why not sneak out? Come.

Children!

The party is over here.

"Obstacle."

"Impossible."

"Live without you."

"Love you madly."

"Capable of anything."

Well done, guys.

No, Inspector, she's the one
who you should congratulate.

It's definitely a woman's handwriting.

-Perhaps the ex-fiancée, Eugénie Berthier?
-I don't think so.

-Where did this come from?
-I borrowed it.

The Riviera Hotel's mail.

Look at the handwriting and signature.

"Borrowed."

You have something to say to me? Say it.

I don't know.

You return to Nice after all these years,
and then Adrien gets murdered.

What are you saying?

Blanche. Please.

You didn't care about Adrien.

-You took him, dumped him, like a bitch!
-Blanche!

What's gotten into you?

That clearly hasn't changed either.

She disappears for years,
and you still defend her.

That's enough!

And you, stop fooling around.

Behave yourself.

-What fooling around?
-You know exactly what I mean.

Why? Because Gabriel
is a worker, is that it?

-Exactly.
-Excuse me?

-Jean, please.
-No, I'm not going to let her insult us.

-Come on, let's go.
-Take the stairs.

Okay, Captain.

Ladies and gentlemen…

-Nice place for a picnic.
-A family picnic, yes.

What are you doing here?

Ma'am, come with us.

Take note, Morel. It's August 9, 1936.
It's three o'clock in the afternoon.

Blanche Ackerman,
we're taking you into custody

for the murder
of Prosecutor Adrien Jacquart.

Are you crazy? I didn't kill him.

-Is this a joke?
-What's going on here?

Your wife's suspected
of killing Jacquart, her lover.

Is that clearer?

Come on!

No!

Please, ma'am.

-Come with us.
-Come on, ma'am.

Mom! No, Mom.

Please. No.

Let go of me, please.

I recommend you find her
a very good lawyer.

Was it you who wrote this note?

Adrien Jacquart
didn't want you anymore, is that it?

Perhaps because he had seen
his ex-fiancée again?

Your sister, who he still loved.

You're talking nonsense.

And my sister? Why don't you suspect her?

She didn't write
this burned message, did she?

"Impossible to live without you."

"Love you madly."
And it ends, "I'm capable of anything."

You see here?

You can see part of
the Riviera hotel's letterhead.

This handwriting looks exactly like yours.

It's unsettling.

We have this as well.

"Dear friend, finally in Nice."

"The weather is going to be hot,
if not scorching."

"I'll tell you more in a letter soon.
With love, Blanche. "

So, let me tell you what happened.

In my opinion.

After the party,
you went back to the hotel.

You went into the room
with the spare key he gave you.

He came in. You argued.

Maybe because he was
still in love with your sister.

You didn't want to break up.
You wrote that you're capable of anything.

You grabbed a letter opener, a--

No, that's nonsense!

I demand to go back to the hotel now.

You're in custody, Mrs. Ackerman.

I'll take your fingerprints
and let you think about it in a cell.

If she's the murderer,

why hide the key behind the curtain,
go out the window and not the door?

We're talking about a woman
capable of bringing her lover

to the hotel where she was vacationing
with her husband and family.

The hysteria of a woman in love
is beyond comprehension.

What do you mean?

She could have thrown the key
on the floor, horrified by her actions.

A murder is above all a motive.

And Blanche Ackerman, who refuses
to be rejected by her lover, is one.

A motive, yes, but not proof.

By the way, Morel,
is your uniform still out there?

Who do you think you are?

Tell me, the captain…

His wife left him
out of the blue, didn't she?

How do you know that?

-He's accused of killing that printer?
-Yes, it's crazy!

I have to find a way to exonerate him!

GOIRAN & SON PRINT SHOP

-Are you ready?
-I imagined a more romantic first date.

Yes, I'm ready.

I'm telling you, we ordered
our wedding invitations a month ago.

-My wedding's in 15 days. What do I do?
-Wait.

Mr. Director?

Mr. Goiran?

I'm coming.

I'm coming.

Ladies and gentlemen.

-What's going on?
-It's this--

If I cancel my wedding
because I have no invitations,

you'll pay the bill.

Calm down, sir.

-I'll check my order book.
-And now you don't trust me.

-Yes, but I have to confirm the date--
-Can you believe this?

This is how they talk
to customers in this shop.

Sir, calm down, please. Come with me.
We'll check this together in my office.

No, absolutely not.
I want there to be witnesses.

You won't get away with this.
You don't know who you're dealing with.

Very well, sir.

I'll be right back.

What are you doing here?

I was told it'd be through this door, but…

Do you know where the bathroom is?

Thank you very much.

GENERAL CONFEDERATION OF FRENCH EMPLOYERS
AUGUST 10, 1936, 9 PM AT THE RIVIERA HOTEL

You scared me.

Look what I found in the office.

-An ID card?
-A fake ID card.

There was a drawer full of them.

You think he's using
the print shop to make them?

He must be reselling them.
It pays more than wedding invitations.

-Shall we go?
-Yeah.

Jesse Owens just won
his fourth gold medal.

It's another achievement to add
to the list of this extraordinary athlete.

The United States, thanks to him,
has now won 12 medals.

The Olympics are being dominated
by these Black American athletes.

Frédéric Goiran is the son
of the murdered printer.

He's always maintained that

he saw my father run out
of the shop on the night of the murder.

-Do you think he's lying?
-I'm sure of it.

But I still have to prove it.

-Did your father have an alibi?
-No.

He lived alone since my mother died,
and no one saw him come home.

Now, he's facing the guillotine.

That's awful.

In the print shop, in the drawer,
there weren't just fake IDs.

There was a gun too.

This doesn't look good at all.

I must get to the bottom of this.

What?

-No, nothing.
-What?

Watch out, Sherlock Holmes.

Well, yes.

In public?

Such a couple?

What a disgrace.

Congratulations, Jesse Owens!

It's the gold medal for kissing, guys.
Long live France, ladies and gentlemen!

Long live France, ladies and gentlemen!

Long live lovers!

Long live France!

I had to go get the dress for 202 myself.

-What happened this time?
-Nothing. I forgot, that's all.

Very well, that was one mistake too many.

Come to my office later,
I'll sign your dismissal.

I said nothing this morning.

But I could change my mind.

Go to the police station.

I saw you coming out of Jacquart's room
the day he was murdered.

All shaken up.

-And how's that your business?
-It's none of my business.

But Captain Raven might be interested.

And you didn't mention it,
so he'll find that strange.

People's private lives are not my concern.

I'll take care of the dress.

And you immediately send
a bouquet of flowers to the guest in 202.

My dear Henri, I heard about Blanche.

Not easy to focus on business
when your family's weathering a storm.

That doesn't give you the right
to talk about my daughter or family.

I have nothing more to add.

Tomorrow, Blanche's arrest
will be front page news.

-And you'll have nothing to do with it.
-Naturally.

That's not good for business, Henri.

Your business is already fragile.

You will need a partner
with an intact reputation.

I have prepared a draft contract.

Thank you, Raoul.

But I would not want to drag a man
as honest as you into my downfall.

How are you, my love?

I miss you so much.

I love you.

I want you to stop coming here.

But I can't.

I need to. It makes me feel better.

I know.

Thank you for always being there.

You're my little sister.

Do you have any news about Blanche?

They won't keep her, will they?

Of course not.

Edouard's taking care of it.
He must have contacted his lawyer.

Is there a problem?

Nothing that concerns our business.

I'll be reassured
once you're far from here.

-Here.
-Thank you.

Until you leave,
be as discreet as possible.

Blanche didn't kill Adrien.
I don't believe it.

I don't want to hear about that guy.

Nor about your family picnics.

Did you see Louis' face
amidst that luxury?

The waiters, the champagne,
it's not our world.

I just saw how he was talking
to his grandfather.

That's all he was interested in.

When we're in Ménilmontant

with the toilets on the landing,
what'll you tell the kid?

"It was nice, honey, but it's over"?

No.

If he asks to see his grandpa,
I won't stop him.

You said it yourself, Louis is my son.

He'll see his grandfather
only if I agree to it.

Shall we go?

Good. Great.

Again.

Wait. I have to go.

Sorry.

-Are you okay?
-What?

-Did they free your mother?
-No.

It'll work out.
It always does for the bourgeois.

The bourgeois?

-What do you know?
-You misunderstand.

I was insensitive. Sorry, it's my fault.
Just that it'll work out.

Teach me how to dance.

Yes.

Come.

You'll see.

Mrs. Vincent.

Why did you go see my daughter?

To get an idea.

To understand why you owe so much money

and to whom.

I don't understand.

I bought your IOU from Adrien Jacquart.

You know very well I can't pay you back.

Calm down. Money doesn't interest me.

I'm willing to erase your debt.

And even pay what you owe
to the school for your little Suzanne.

I'd rather end up on the street
than sleep with you.

Your fingerprints were found
on the burned note in the ashtray

in your lover, Mr. Jacquart's room.

I was more than his mistress.

We loved each other.

How did the key he gave you
end up under the curtain in his room?

I have no idea.

It was stolen, that's all.

That's convenient, theft.

Another one of
your sister Eugénie's tricks, I imagine?

And this note you wrote?

Words of a woman mad
with spite because her lover left her.

A love letter.

I told him I was capable of anything, yes.

Of leaving everything for him.

I suggest you confess.

Crime of passion. You should get away
with just a few years in prison.

-What?
-Captain.

It's her husband, Mr. Ackerman.
He wants to speak to you urgently.

What?

You stay here.

Understood.

-Good evening, Captain.
-I still have questions for your wife.

I'm not here for that.

I'm turning myself in.

I'm the one
who killed Prosecutor Adrien Jacquart.

Subtitle translation by: Joseph Riopelle