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SONG: 'This Guy's In Love With You'

CHURCH BELL RINGS

DRILLING

DRILLING, HAMMERING

THUDDING

MAN: I've got keys. DOOR SLAMS

I've spoken to the maire about your building works.

Again?

And I've instructed my lawyers to have it stopped.

Well, if you want to waste your money, madam, feel free.

It's intolerable, it has to stop.

The dust, the noise, all of it, it's illegal.

The planning permission's all in order.

There's nothing illegal about any of it.

We don't want a boutique hotel next door to us.

Guess what? I don't want you next door to me, but here we are.

So, let's live and let live. You're a criminal.

You're doing bad things in there.

I've seen you.

For God's sake, you're insane.

Well, I shall have you arrested.

I know people in the police.

You know what?

You are an evil, old bitch.

And you are wearing your bloody slippers.

Ooh.

Valere?

SHE RINGS BELL

'Yes?'

I can't find my keys.

BUILDERS THUD

OPERA MUSIC PLAYS

KEYBOARD KEYS PATTER QUICKLY

TEXT ALERT

Yes, I know you're my mother, but I'm actually quite busy.

OK, OK. Let's run through that again.

You bought a pair of shoes yesterday and now you can't find them.

I'm in Aix and you're in Paris. What is it that you want me to do?

MUSIC CONTINUES

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

TEXT ALERT

TELEPHONE RINGS

SHE SIGHS

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

SHE EXHALES

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

BUILDERS CLATTER NEXT DOOR

Have we had supper yet?

It's three o'clock in the afternoon.

Whose are these?

So where are the lamb chops?

Have you taken someone else's shopping again?

Maybe she just wanted an excuse to talk to you.

My mother is not some lonely old bat with a cat,

she was having cocktails at the Ritz two days ago.

She's in a bridge club. She's got a mind like a steel trap.

Rusting, but still lethal. When are you gonna forgive her?

She used to lock... 'Lock you in a cupboard. I know.'

'Amongst many other things.'

But, like, 50 years ago.

You can talk!

Now it's a competition about who's got the worst mother.

At least yours didn't make you sing

the Internationale as a party piece when you were four.

Anyway, I'm off to have a coffee

with someone I haven't seen for nearly 30 years.

'I'll let you know what transpires.'

OK. 'Bye.'

Delphine?

Delphine?

Are you OK?

I'm fine.

It's just period pains.

Do you need anything? I've got some paracetamol.

No.

I'll be out in a minute.

DOOR CLOSES

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

Hi, it's me.

Can you call me when you're free?

I got a text.

SHE QUIVERS

Something a bit weird's just happened.

TOILET FLUSHES

MOTORBIKE REVS IN DISTANCE

Marine!

Max.

Wow!

Oh.

Oh, my God. You look...

You look exactly the same. What did you think I'd look like?

Well, I mean, look at me. I used to have hair!

Please.

Yeah, so we're a team of six architects.

I'm kind of the lead.

Construction starts in a couple of months.

It looks amazing.

Is this why you've moved back?

Yeah. I'm still looking for somewhere to live.

Anyway, you ever fancied remarrying again?

Not really.

We talk about it occasionally.

Oh, so there's a "we", is there?

Yeah, we're just not married. What about you?

Yeah, I've done it twice.

For my sins.

Almost done it thrice, but, er... came to my senses.

Needy women.

Bane of my life.

HE CHUCKLES

Sorry, sorry.

Not all women, obviously.

Just the ones attracted to me.

BOTH: Mm.

They hid it so well at the start, you know?

TELEPHONE RINGS

Come in.

BUILDERS THUD NEXT DOOR

Marie-France?

Won't be long!

DOOR CLOSES

Hey! She's still doing it.

Screaming at me in the street, threatening me with lawyers.

Just for the record, if she does slap a writ on me,

I'll slap one right back at her for harassment.

It's just hot air.

I'm sorry. Ignore it.

She's driving me insane!

Tell me about it!

Thanks for letting me know.

BUILDERS DRILL

Yeah, so, erm, let's... Thank you.

Let's do this again sometime. Sure.

When I get an apartment, come over for a drink.

Bring Arno. Antoine.

Antoine.

I bet he's got hair. He has.

Yeah. Lots.

Oh, God, I was so freaked out when I got that text.

What does she mean?

No, I know, I know, but why would she say those things?

She's crazy, right?

SHE SIGHS

She's not gonna start stalking me now, is she?

SHE CHUCKLES QUIETLY

I know.

I love you too.

I'll see you later.

Ta-dah!

Brilliant.

You managed to get a cake.

It was so expensive, I had to sell my flat.

How'd you get on with that friend you haven't seen for years?

Ever-so-slightly weird.

Mind you, I didn't really know him that well in the first place.

Maybe he was always weird.

He was just part of the group I used to hang out with.

We'd better go.

Oh. We can't have her getting there first.

Set it here. She's coming.

She's here. Quick, quick.

ALL: Happy birthday!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

SPEAKERS: Happy birthday to you.

Am I blowing these out? Yes.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

No Christophe?

No, he's, erm... He couldn't make it.

Oh. That's a shame.

That's all right. Is Sylvie here?

She'll be here.

Timekeeping isn't her strong point, as you know.

LAUGHING: It's not!

Hello, everyone.

Oh, hello. Bonsoir.

I can't stay long, Judge.

Oh, places to go, people to see, trains to catch.

Actually, I have a date.

Ooh! Ha-ha!

Anyone we know?

Oh, I very much doubt it. She's, erm...

Anyway, I... LAUGHTER

..I just wanted to put in an appearance, Helene.

We're thrilled you could make it. Thank you.

And completely awash with champagne!

ALL: Sante!

Sante! Sante!

Happy birthday, Helene!

SCREAMING

BELLS RING

My wife, yes.

I-I was away on business last night.

I got back this morning around eight o'clock.

And there was no sign of her.

She's 75.

And she's got memory problems.

I'm just worried something's happened to her.

MOBILE PHONE BUZZES

BUZZING CONTINUES

Oh...

Hello.

'Judge Verlaque. Commissioner Roussel.

'I'm sorry, did I wake you?'

Not at all.

I've just got back from a 10k run.

'Great, so you're up and about.

'We have a suspicious death on our hands.'

Perhaps you could call Helene, Judge.

She's over at the scene.

I'm cycling up Mont Sainte-Victoire.

'Right.'

Cycling up Mont Sainte-Victoire.

How is that humanly possible

after the amount of champagne we drank last night?

I'd be lucky to make it to the breakfast table.

That's age for you.

What's going on?

I'm about to find out.

HELENE: The victim has been identified as Delphine Jourdain. 27.

They think she's been strangled.

CHURCH BELL RINGS

A work colleague found her this morning.

The apartment above is empty,

so no-one seems to have seen or heard anything.

We have her phone.

There's a laptop charger plugged into the wall,

but no sign of a laptop.

Who's the work colleague?

Sebastien Lapierre.

He's the one out the front crying.

Says he called round to check on her

because she'd left the office not feeling well yesterday.

Shall we go in? I leave you to it.

I'm off to chat with Monsieur Lapierre.

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

I knew she wasn't feeling well yesterday,

so I called her a couple of times, but it went straight to voicemail.

The calls will be on her phone, yes? I called the landline.

Why? Sorry?

I thought young people never used landlines.

Or is it suddenly all the rage?

She had one, so I just...

That was just the one I called.

OK. Do you know if she had a laptop?

Why? Did she?

Probably, I don't know.

So she didn't answer your calls, and you were worried about her.

Yeah.

She's a mate, so when I went out for a run this morning

I took a detour past her apartment.

Buzzed, but there was no answer.

But I could hear music playing, like the radio or something,

so I went round the back.

And the door was open.

What, wide open?

No, no, I mean, it wasn't locked.

So I went in and called her name.

And then I just...

That's when I found her. You went straight to the bedroom?

I looked in the living room first.

So, kind of, that's when I knew something was wrong.

SHUTTER CLICKS

So, if she knew her killer, and was expecting him or her...

I wonder what they were looking for in her bag.

And were they disturbed?

No laptop.

Not in here.

SHUTTER CLICKS

That guy outside, Lapierre, was he boyfriend-upset, or..?

I-just-found-someone-I-know-dead upset?

Of course, it could be

I'm-crying-because-I-know-I-did-it upset.

Hm...

Anything else you can tell me?

Anything at all?

There was a really strong smell of perfume or something.

Did you notice it? We did.

Did Delphine have a boyfriend?

I know she was engaged.

She was showing the ring off in the office.

I don't know who the guy was though.

She never mentioned his name? No.

So, you don't know the name of her fiance,

you don't know if she had a laptop.

Thought you were mates.

We...

No, it was more like...

We weren't close, we just kind of looked out for each other.

Jesus Christ, I'm in a state of shock.

When can I go home?

She never talked about this fiance?

Never mentioned problems or arguments?

A woman came into the bank and left a letter for her.

When?

Last week. Morganne, she works on the front desk.

She told me a woman handed it to her and said,

"Can you give this to Delphine?"

Did she think that was odd?

I guess.

Did she describe this woman?

Just a woman. That's all she said.

Poor, poor girl.

This time yesterday she was probably planning her weekend.

That's not the smell of cheap perfume.

You could be right.

How'd you know it's expensive?

I did learn the odd thing from my mother. Hm.

A gift, perhaps?

SHUTTER CLICKS

You certainly can't buy that round here.

Engagement ring.

I don't think it's real.

What? The ring.

I don't either.

Firstly, it's enormous. And if it was real...

It'd be worth more than her apartment.

Secondly, Thibault once bought me one just like that.

Made of cubic zirconium.

I mean, I only found that out afterwards.

Actually, it wasn't the fakery that upset me,

it was the fact that he thought I was the sort of woman

who'd want a diamond ring.

DOG BARKS

DOOR CLOSES

HE EXHALES

HE PANTS

She left around four to go to a doctor's appointment.

Women's problems, she said.

So, nothing serious?

Delphine was very sweet,

but she was a bit of a hypochondriac.

Her mother died last year.

It affected her very badly.

How well did you know her?

I was her boss.

I didn't have that much to do with her outside the office.

But you had something to do with her?

Well...

Obviously, I ran into her occasionally.

Eguilles isn't Paris, it's hard to avoid people.

Erm...

We may have had a coffee a couple of times.

Are you married, Monsieur Lachella?

Why are you...?

Are you saying you think I...?

I'm just asking if you're married.

I'm divorced.

Where were you last night?

Just routine questions, Monsieur Lachella.

I'm sure you understand.

Well, I was, er... I was at home.

Alone? Yeah, I was just... watching TV.

What did you watch?

Some American documentary.

I can't remember the name of it.

Can you remember what it was about?

Serial killers.

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

It's me. Get back to me ASAP, OK?

It's, erm...

Just call me back, OK?

Watching documentaries about serial killers

doesn't mean you want to emulate them.

Correct.

Otherwise, we'd have weekly bloodbaths in every postcode.

Back to Delphine.

What do you know about her fiance?

Nothing at all.

I don't think anyone here met him.

You're talking to Elodie Liotta next, aren't you?

She knew Delphine much better than I did.

A woman left a note for Delphine at the front desk earlier in the week.

Do you know anything about that?

Erm, no, I don't think anyone mentioned anything to me.

That's all for the moment, Monsieur Lachella.

Jittery or what?

PHOTOCOPIER WHIRRS

Madam.

I suddenly remembered something.

OK. Can I lift this?

Hang on.

Yeah? I'm done.

Yes!

This is where my mother used to leave hers when she went out.

RELIEVED SIGH

Burglars still found it, obviously. HE CHUCKLES

So she was in a cubicle in the ladies', and you heard her say,

"Something weird has just happened."

I think she said she'd just got a text.

I can't remember the precise words.

Any idea what she may have been referring to?

She did confide in me sometimes, but no.

What sort of things did she confide?

Her mum left her an apartment in Aix.

There was a whole heap of legal stuff to deal with.

Was this apartment worth much?

I doubt it. I don't think it was very big.

But it was in Aix, so who knows?

Anyway, it stressed her out.

She was always seeing doctors. I think it was psychosomatic.

And then, out of the blue,

she met a man who was going through a divorce.

A couple of weeks ago,

she turned up with an engagement ring the size of Pluto.

Did you get the impression this was the man on the phone?

Could have been him. Yeah.

So who was he?

No idea.

I've never met him.

She just told me that they called each other Mimi and Rodolfo.

Cos when they first met she had a hacking cough,

and he said she sounded like Mimi from La Boheme.

She thought it was romantic. She was quite naive, I think.

I told her, "You do know Mimi dies in the end, don't you?"

God.

I wish I'd never said that now.

Did you notice she seemed worried recently?

There were problems with the boyfriend's divorce.

She said it had turned acrimonious.

The ex-wife was suddenly being a nightmare.

What did you make of that?

That's what they all say, don't they?

That's what my ex-husband told his girlfriend about me.

So, it rang alarm bells?

Not alarm bells, but...

Well, here's the thing.

The ring wasn't real.

I knew that as soon I saw it.

What kind of guy buys his girlfriend a fake diamond?

Indeed.

Did she mention a woman dropping a letter off for her

earlier in the week, here at the bank?

Do you know who her doctor is?

We know she had an appointment yesterday.

I think she goes to the new guy.

Well, that's what we call him.

He's been here about three years - Doctor Vannier.

Just off the main square.

One last question.

Delphine was close to Sebastien Lapierre. Is that right?

Well, I don't know about that.

They knew each other, but I'm not sure they were close.

So, Sherlock, you found the laptop.

Under the cushion.

Exactly where my mother used to hide hers.

She seemed to think the burglars wouldn't look there.

So Delphine hid hers there before she went to work, or...?

Or to hide it from someone in particular.

Her killer? And when she arrives home, she lights candles,

opens champagne... Hides the laptop.

Before the boyfriend gets there.

Because... I don't know,

she doesn't want him to see her search history?

Let's assume this boyfriend is the nameless fiance.

Who no-one's ever met, which is odd in itself.

And if it was him who visited her last night...

It has to be, otherwise surely he would have turned up by now,

unless he's away somewhere.

If it isn't him, who was seeing her last night?

She doesn't seem the type to have multiple lovers.

Or am I making a massive assumption?

No, you're making a reasonable assumption,

although people are usually more than meets the eye.

So maybe we shouldn't assume.

So, we have at least one suspect.

A fiance, who doesn't have a name and nobody knows what he looks like.

He's our number one priority. We have to find him.

MOBILE CHIMES Oh.

Roussel.

Francois.

Antoine's driving.

Hang on, I'll put you on speaker.

How you getting on, Judge?

'Oh, we're back in Aix.

'We've arrested someone. We had a trial.

'And he's got 30 years.

'Pretty good morning's work, all in all.'

Excellent. Because we've got another one.

'Another what?'

Murder.

'Well, we certainly have another body.'

Domaine Chardenerais. Do you know it?

It's about 15km away.

The police are there now and Helene's on her way.

The farmer found her about an hour ago.

He said he saw this bundle on the ground.

But his brain wouldn't compute what it was at first.

Had he ever seen her before?

No.

She's a complete stranger.

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

Would many people know their way around these vineyards?

A few locals, he said, and his workers.

But they haven't started the harvest,

so not many of them around at the moment.

Where does this road lead to?

Nowhere. It just peters out.

What about walkers, that sort of thing?

Occasionally.

It's a bit off the beaten track.

He does a guided tour of the domaine in the summer months,

but it's mostly tourists.

So unless we're looking for a middle-aged Belgian couple

in hiking sandals and factor 50 sunscreen...

Does he have a record of people who've booked in the past?

He's emailing it to me. Excuse me.

Had to be someone who knew the area intimately.

Wouldn't you say?

You wouldn't stumble upon it accidentally.

Well, maybe you would if you were driving around

desperately looking for a secluded spot.

She's been shot in the shoulder,

but they can't be certain it's what killed her.

No-one heard anything.

Marie-France D'Arras.

Husband Valere reported her missing earlier this morning.

RINGS DOORBELL

Are you OK?

HE GROANS

I'm in deep trouble.

HE WHIMPERS Oh. Ssh!

HE SOBS

Everything's OK.

HE SOBS

Helene, you deal with Valere D'Arras.

And get someone to check Delphine's apartment

for the letter that was left to the bank.

I'll have them check her workplace too.

Marine and I will concentrate on Delphine.

Any progress on her fiance? Nothing.

Maybe he's out of the country.

He's certainly proving difficult to trace.

Not a good look after your partner's being killed.

He may have called her phone,

but it's switched off and they haven't got into yet.

How long do they think it will take? It could be 24 hours,

could be months, so don't get excited just yet.

What about the young woman at the bank who took the letter?

She says the woman who dropped it off was North African

and was about 45.

Although the girl herself is 22.

So, you know for her, anyone over 30 looks the same.

One foot in a care home. Had she ever met her before?

She says not.

There'll be CCTV. She'll be on it somewhere.

And who last saw Delphine? Was it her doctor?

Doctor Vannier. I'll call him and get back to you.

TEXT ALERT

Roussel needs a catch up.

HE SIGHS

Two murders in the space of 24 hours.

Any links, do you think?

Not as yet.

Oh, that's a relief.

All we need is a serial killer on our hands.

Isn't it three murders before you're a serial killer?

Is it?

Yes.

What we currently have is two murders, Francois.

Let's not go full tabloid just yet.

First victim, a woman of 27, strangled in her own home.

Presumably, we're looking at the partner.

Once we've identified who that is.

We have her phone and her laptop.

He hasn't come forward? Not yet, no.

We spoke to her boss.

I'd say he's not being entirely truthful.

And the colleague who found her. Any chance it was him?

We're not ruling him out.

The second victim was 75, married, in the early stages of Alzheimer's.

As you know, she was found shot in a vineyard.

Husband's alibi? He claims he spent the night in Marseille.

He's an accountant. He was seeing clients.

Well, there's your man right there.

Wife's losing her marbles. Can't cope. Shoots her.

What's your take, Marine?

Well, that's certainly one scenario.

And what are the others?

It's much too early to tell.

We don't even know the cause of death yet. Ah.

Well...

Do you need me for anything else?

I think that's covered everything.

You ever cycled up Mont Sainte-Victoire, Judge?

Do I look like I've ever cycled up Mont Sainte-Victoire?

I think you'd enjoy it.

I really, really wouldn't.

It's very good for the heart.

Keep me up to speed on developments, Helene.

DOOR CLOSES

I just had a vision of you in Lycra.

And now you wish you hadn't?

Correct.

If you had a friend who didn't pick up a couple of times,

would you go round and see if they were OK?

Only if they were 90.

So it's odd, don't you think,

that Sebastien Lapierre did just that?

Delphine had period pains. It's not like she'd broken her leg.

Maybe her doctor's about to tell us something very different.

Anyway, we'll have a quick chat with him,

and then, I'm rather hoping a glass of rose

and a view of the countryside.

Just to take the edge off the horror.

Two women killed the same evening within 10km of each other.

It's Marie-France who is the most puzzling.

Only because we're so used to young women

being murdered in their own homes.

I guess so, sadly.

It's about diminution of power. Sorry?

This sort of male violence.

It happens when someone feels the opposite of powerful.

Feels power slipping, fears losing face.

Is it always a he? No.

But men tend to be the ones who feel entitled to power,

and any threat to it, keenly.

Even if it's imaginary.

So, he feels challenged.

He perceives some weakness or flaw, or stupidity has been revealed.

Or maybe she's discovered he's done something bad.

Could it be psychological?

She discovers he's not the man she thought he was.

Yes, you're right.

A mask slips.

He feels revealed.

And then he begins frantically clawing back some supremacy.

Would the same apply to Marie-France's killer, too?

Probably.

Being found out, being exposed.

Losing face. Possible humiliation.

Usually the catalyst.

TEXT ALERT

"I'm in Aix, fancy a coffee? Max."

My, he's keen.

"I'm out of Aix, working."

TEXT ALERT, SHE GASPS

"Anywhere near Marseille? I could trawl back on my way home."

Bloody hell. I'm turning my phone off.

If he turns up, I'm afraid I'll have to challenge him to a duel.

He's younger than you.

You'd end up in hospital.

The last time I saw her was yesterday afternoon.

She was getting on a bus round the corner.

I can't think why she would go to a vineyard.

Which bus was it?

Oh, she put those everywhere so she didn't forget things.

Do you mind if I...?

No, go ahead.

Anyway, I-I don't know which bus it was.

I was in the car on my way to Marseille.

She used to ride the buses around Aix all the time.

She liked looking at the scenery. Thought she was safe there.

Your wife had dementia. Is that right?

Very early stages.

Did she have a carer?

It wasn't that bad.

Still, you went to Marseille on business

and didn't come back until next day.

You reported her missing at 9:30. You arrived home at 8am.

Why'd you wait so long?

I thought maybe she'd gone shopping.

Those things, they're mostly just nonsense.

It's more about the inside of her head than reality, you know?

When I got back, I realised that she hadn't taken her phone with her.

And she has type 1 diabetes. She needed to take her insulin.

Did she have it with her?

Always.

I made sure.

Sometimes she took it a bit late though.

Beautiful house, Doctor Vannier.

Yeah.

My wife and I were looking for somewhere in Eguilles,

then we fell in love with this.

Half-built!

The guy couldn't afford to finish it.

Word of advice -

it always takes longer than you think.

Six more months should do it. I think it might be getting to her.

She's just escaped to London with a mate.

Anyway.

I'm sorry we're meeting in such awful circumstances.

Indeed.

You told Deputy Commissioner Paulik

you could tell us a little about Delphine Jourdain.

Yes.

A few facts,

and a few ideas I've formed from things she mentioned.

DRILLING

Monsieur D'Arras,

do you know anyone who may have wanted to harm your wife?

HE CHUCKLES

The guy next door.

No, I'm joking.

OK.

Sorry.

No...

She keeps reporting him to the maire for flouting building permission.

Is he? No.

She was just...

Her illness, it made her...

I-I mean...

She claimed he was digging a grave in his back garden.

She said she could see it from her window.

I couldn't see a thing myself.

I knew there was digging,

but, you know, he's doing major building works.

When you go to Marseille on business,

do you always stay overnight?

Usually.

I-I like to have a few beers and a stroll around the old port.

Try different hotels.

Ever take your wife with you? No.

OK.

I'll need the name of the hotel you stayed in,

and your check-in time.

Yes. Sure.

Sebastien.

It's after four.

You need to wake up now.

You need to tell me what's going on, Sebastien.

I don't know what you want.

I need you to do something for me.

Will you?

Please, Elodie?

Delphine was a patient for, I don't know, a couple of years maybe.

Your colleague asked me if she had an appointment yesterday.

She didn't with me or anyone else at the surgery. I checked.

Why would she lie about it, do you think?

She wanted an excuse to leave early.

We've all done it.

Anyway, I started seeing a lot of her after her mother died.

She wanted antidepressants, I suggested a grief counsellor.

Did she get one? She said it wasn't her thing.

After that, she turned up regularly with various, fairly vague symptoms.

I got the impression she was lonely.

Then, one day, she told me she was being stalked

by someone she'd been on a couple of dates with.

Bombarding her with texts.

Turning up at her apartment in the middle of the night.

I told her to go to the police, but she seemed reluctant.

Did she mention a name? No.

And then, I began to think, well... What?

That maybe she had a crush on me.

She was turning up so often,

and it's not unusual with patients and doctors.

Then, one day, she stopped coming.

And three or four months ago she pitched up transformed.

Radiant.

She told me she'd met someone and he'd asked her to marry him.

And that was probably the last time I saw her.

What she still being stalked, do you know?

She didn't say. But given what's happened...

Indeed.

Did she mention a Rodolfo? No. Why?

It's just something that came up.

Regarding the stalker - this is just a feeling I got,

and it's quite possibly way off the mark.

But given the way she spoke about it,

and her reluctance to go to the police,

well, I wondered if it was someone she worked with.

Did she ever mention anyone at work?

She did say something about her boss once.

Kamel Lachella.

I don't remember the name.

She said he creeped her out.

TEXT ALERT Excuse me.

I'm afraid we're gonna have to cut this short, doctor.

Everything OK? Thank you for your help.

We'll get back to you.

What is it?

They got into Delphine's phone.

Dozens of stalky messages.

Oh, and a dick pic.

Oh! From?

Sebastien Lapierre.

You were concerned about Delphine

because she wasn't answering your calls?

Yes. Of course, she was in the habit

of not answering your calls, wasn't she?

You'd called or texted her, how many times was it?

Er... Er...

238.

What made you think she might respond on this particular occasion?

Those messages, they're...

stupid.

I was just messing about, you know?

Really?

There are several texts on here from Delphine

asking you to leave her alone.

Oh, and this, from you in response.

An erect penis.

Yours, I presume.

Everyone does that.

But it's not what a reasonable person would send,

unsolicited, is it,

to someone who's repeatedly said, literally,

"Do not contact me again"?

Did you think, in some bizarre way, it might win her over,

or was it simply to express your profound contempt

for her wishes? Is that why you called her landline

on the morning you found her?

Because you knew if she saw your number on her mobile

she wouldn't pick up.

There's another phone.

I'm sorry? She had another phone.

After I found her, I saw it on the floor in the kitchen.

Like someone had dropped it. I thought it was that one.

I didn't want anyone to...

I knew it had those messages on it, so...

That's why I took it.

So, a friend is brutally murdered, your first thought is,

"I must get rid of her phone."

An unusual response, wouldn't you agree?

No, I just knew that if the police found it...

Look, the phone I picked up, I only glanced at it.

How did you get into it?

These ridiculous PIN numbers.

1, 2, 3, 4. That's what she used.

I changed it for her to her father's birthday.

She must have used the same PIN for both of them.

So, you glanced at the phone, and?

It looks like she used it for just one person.

Someone who just signed themselves "R".

I don't know who that is.

Where is this other phone?

I gave it to Elodie Liotta.

She was gonna drop it off at the police station

and say she found it in the street.

Why would she agreed to do that?

She's in love with me.

CHURCH BELL RINGS

So, Marie-France told you she was speaking to her lawyers.

To be fair, she would say that sort of thing all the time.

Never bothered with hello. Just straight in with a writ.

We know she was threatening to send people round

to check out your back garden.

She wasn't in her right mind.

I was literally dealing with a maniac.

But it would have been handy to have her out of the way, no?

HE SCOFFS

Are you kidding me?

Do you seriously think I would kill a crazy old lady

over planning permission?

People have killed for less, Monsieur Leridon.

Don't you have an office to go to?

SHE CHUCKLES Didier.

My office is now my apartment.

And the woman upstairs is doing an exercise class to '80s disco music.

Oh, I love '80s disco.

SHE CHUCKLES Tell me to go if you're busy.

You know the woman who was found dead in the vineyard, don't you?

My friend who lives next door knows her.

She was losing her mind, wasn't she?

OK, so you know where she lives. Mm.

If you turn left and left again there's a bus stop.

Do you know which buses stop there?

Darling, as a non-driver, the bus timetables are engraved on my heart.

I know, that's why I asked you.

Let me think. Er... OK, I know which street you mean.

Yep. There are only two that stop there.

One does a, kind of, circuit of the old town,

and the other goes all the way out to Eguilles.

Eguilles? Yeah.

Where that poor girl was murdered. Oh, my God!

Are you thinking that her killer took the bus there?

No, not quite. What, then? What?

I'm really sorry, I have to go.

The guy who drives the Eguilles bus is called Pascale Locatelli.

How on earth do you know that?

I know all the bus drivers. I use them all the time.

The buses, not the drivers.

Although Pascale is a mate. Do you have his number?

So Sebastien and I, I had a thing with him.

He's ten years younger than me, and really immature.

The whole thing was ridiculous.

He caught me at a weak moment, but it ended.

He ended it.

Were you OK with that?

No, not really. I thought I was stronger than that.

But my divorce and everything...

And then he saw Delphine a few times.

And you were jealous?

No.

Yes, a bit.

Why did you agree to take that phone for him?

For all the reasons that I just said. I was weak.

I'm not proud of it, OK? You were impeding a murder inquiry.

I know.

I'm so sorry.

Have you looked at the phone?

No, I was too afraid to.

I just wanted to take it to the police and move on.

But you didn't take it to the police.

No.

I started panicking.

Where was I going to say that I'd found it?

What if they knew that I was lying?

Were Sebastien's fingerprints all over it?

I was...

I am a bit frightened of him.

Do you think he killed her?

I don't know.

The phone he gave me,

he said that all the messages on it were from one person.

The fiance, probably. Do you know who he is yet?

We don't.

No.

ROUSSEL CLEARS THROAT

Ladies and gentlemen, as you know,

27-year-old Delphine Jourdain was murdered...

..was brutally murdered in her home in Eguilles on Friday evening.

'Currently we've been unable to identify the fiance.

'But if anyone knows who he is, or knows his whereabouts,

'or indeed, if he's watching this himself,

'it's vital you get in touch.'

Well, at least he wasn't wearing his kilt.

Now that would have got people's attention.

Right. So, where are we?

Why don't you get a whiteboard?

Because I can't stand the noise Sharpies make on it.

Sets my teeth on edge.

Let's assume he killed her.

Because otherwise, where the hell is he?

How does someone leave no trace of their existence?

If Lapierre's telling the truth,

we should find the fiance on the second phone.

The letter - any sign of it? It's not in her apartment.

They've been through everything, including the rubbish.

Have they checked the office? This is really important, Helene.

We're going through everything.

And we have CCTV of the woman who dropped it off.

They're sending it over now.

Marie-France was on the 355 to Eguilles on Friday afternoon.

I've just spoken to the driver. He remembers her

because she was still on it when they got to the depot.

He had to tell her to get off.

She said she was going to visit her sister.

Wow. So both victims were in Eguilles. Yeah.

SHE GASPS

Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.

How did you get in? What did they say about me?

Please? Nothing. They didn't say anything.

Why are you doing this to me?

Honestly, I've no idea what you're talking about.

What do I do wrong?

Every woman I meet, every single one, you all turn on me.

And I'm a good person. I deserve better.

I deserve respect!

Seb, stop it!

Take your stuff and get out.

Don't call me again.

HE EXHALES

Monsieur D'Arras,

we just spoke to the hotel you stayed in in Marseille.

'OK.'

'You didn't check in until 9:30. And you weren't alone.'

OK.

Fine.

Probably got CCTV of it, have they?

Were you in a sexual relationship with this person?

Look...

I'm ten years younger than my wife, and it was...

With her illness, you know, it was so hard.

And...

OK.

I fell in love.

He's married too.

'We were very discreet. We never wanted to rock the boat.'

And I can assure you,

murdering our wives was never part of our plan.

'I see.'

Would your wife have any reason to go to Eguilles yesterday?

So what did he say?

Well, firstly, on the night of his wife's death,

for sure he was staying at a hotel in Marseille.

But with his male lover.

OK. People are endlessly fascinating, aren't they?

Secondly, he doesn't know why she'd be in Eguilles.

She does have a sister, named Philomene.

In Eguilles?

They did live in Eguilles briefly, as children.

So maybe she was confused and thought they still did.

Well, we now know for certain she was there.

Well, next thing we know, she's dead in a vineyard 10km away.

OK, tomorrow we have our work cut out.

You think Leridon, the architect, may be hiding something?

I can't make my mind up about him.

Fine, we'll keep him in mind and make an appointment with the sister.

Marine and I will have a word with her.

OK. I'm sorry. I'm dead on my feet.

I need to crawl into bed.

Don't worry, my mother's about to turn up.

Make your escape while you still can.

OK. See you.

HELENE WHIMPERS

Florence?

I see Helene's trying to avoid me.

We're just about to order. Would you like to see the menu?

It hasn't changed in 15 years. I'll have whatever you're having.

So, you wanted to know about Marie-France's background.

Well, we thought, Florence,

given your extensive, not to say intimate,

knowledge of Aix and its inhabitants...

I could give you the lowdown? Mm.

Well, her family, at least, are completely repellent in every way.

MARINE SCOFFS Get off the fence, Florence (!)

Personally, I'd call them criminals.

As far as I know, he, Valere, is ten years younger than her.

Not that you'd know to look at him.

Married her for her money probably.

It certainly can't have been for her personality.

Hers were a phenomenally wealthy family.

Once owned that entire house where she now just has an apartment

the size of a football pitch, poor love.

And they were Nazis.

What, in the war?

Well, obviously in the war, Antoine.

They were collaborators who somehow got off,

the way the rich always do.

But the great scandal, which I'm surprised you never heard about,

Marine, is that her older half-sister Philomene

was fathered by a German officer during the occupation.

So they were rich, corrupt, and fascist.

Other than that, you can't fault them (!)

I can't imagine anybody wanting to kill her

because her family were Nazis, can you?

It went on over 80 years ago.

We'll talk to the sister tomorrow.

Maybe she can enlighten us.

Mm.

I think she went to Eguilles because, like you said,

she thought she still lived there.

Here's another unconnected thought.

A high percentage of stalky men who obsess over a particular woman

go on to commit violence against her.

They can't deal with the rejection.

Lapierre.

MOBILE PHONE BUZZES

Helene.

'Forensics seem to be on a winning streak.

'They got into Delphine's laptop. And the phone Lapierre found.'

Wouldn't take a genius, would it? Seeing as they had the password.

'Slightly trickier to find the deleted stuff, smart arse.

'How soon can you meet me?'

OK, here's what they've dug up.

The last thing she looked at on her laptop was this.

Thanks, Bertille.

Duvalier Clinic. What is this place?

It's a clinic that specialises in cosmetic surgery.

She was thinking of having work done?

She was only 27.

It's probably why she hid it.

She didn't want the boyfriend to know.

She wasn't going local, that's for sure.

I wonder if she mentioned it to her doctor.

Though in the broader scheme of things,

what it has to do with her death, God knows.

What did they find on the phone?

You know the guy next door to Marie-France, don't you?

Philippe Leridon. He's doing a boutique hotel.

He says she's a total nightmare.

Er, was.

She told her husband he was digging a grave in his back garden.

Oh, my God!

She's insane.

You know what this is about, don't you? Obviously not.

He wasn't digging a grave. Obviously.

He was digging a wine cellar.

And this is what they uncovered.

Oh, my God! That's amazing. Is it a temple?

No idea. He's sent me loads more, if you want to see them.

Anyway, he can't tell the maire,

they'll close him down and bring in the archaeologists.

He's already way behind schedule.

Bloody Marie-France, God rest her,

kept threatening to send people round to investigate.

She nearly scuppered the entire project.

And fortunately for Philippe, she died.

Hi, Marine.

Max.

I'm not interrupting anything, am I?

No, you're good.

I'm just finishing my coffee.

Didier, this is Max Audigier.

It all looks great.

Fabulous views over Marseille.

Lovely. I really have to go, Max.

Well, Antoine is a very lucky man.

That's all I can say. SHE CHUCKLES

I should have married you when I had the chance.

When was that?

We hardly knew each other.

Of course we did. Don't you remember?

No.

I always had a thing about you, you know that.

Well, Antoine won.

Should things ever go pear-shaped, then you've got my number.

It won't be going pear-shaped.

How'd you know about that?

Hm? Why won't he marry you?

What?

Oh, come on.

Every woman wants a ring on her finger.

Well, we obviously know very different women.

Good luck in your new apartment.

You're even more gorgeous when you're angry.

If you ever contact me again I'll have you arrested.

Lapierre was almost right about the second phone.

She only used it to make and receive calls from two numbers.

The first, all the messages are short and smoochy.

You know, "Love you, miss you.

"It's all going to work out. See you later."

The other was just one message, which Delphine deleted.

And they just retrieved it. Saying?

"Sorry, but you didn't respond to my letter."

The letter that was dropped to the bank. Got it in one.

"Please, for your own good, check out his last job.

"I'm not saying this to hurt you,

"I'm saying it to save you going through what I've been through.

"He is not the man you think he is.

"I should know. We were never in the process of divorcing.

"He lied about that.

"I just found out we were never legally married in the first place,

"because he's still married to someone else."

Received the day of her murder.

OK.

At four o'clock this morning, when I couldn't sleep,

I was noodling around on the computer.

And I found this email about Kamel Lachella - Delphine's boss.

I had asked his bank for info on him.

It said he lost his last job in Nice when he covered up a minor fraud

committed by a young woman on his staff.

They were pretty cagey about the details,

but it sounds very much like sexual blackmail.

He was married at the time.

Mr Lachella, do you want to tell me about your last job...

in Nice?

HE SIGHS

I knew you'd bring this up. I knew.

You were right.

Look, I was stupid, I protected this girl.

Whom you suspected of fraud.

And I took her to dinner a couple of times.

Would she have gone to dinner with you

if she wasn't hoping for your protection?

Why... Why wouldn't she?

She was 13 years younger than you, for starters.

Well, she did. And I kissed her.

We kissed.

That's all I did.

And you didn't report the fraud.

No.

So, when the bank found out, they what?

Transferred me up here.

They blamed her. She was...

Well, put it this way, she knew exactly what she was doing.

So did you, of course.

What time did you leave the office on Friday?

7:30. The security guy can vouch for me.

Then I went to pick up a pizza from Pizza Mario.

You can check.

I didn't mention it in the interview.

I was panicky about this.

It didn't seem important.

I was home by nine.

So... I've made mistakes in the past, sure,

but I-I didn't murder anyone.

Forgive me if I don't seem grief-stricken about my sister.

I'm sad, of course. But we weren't close.

It's years since I've seen her.

I understand you were half-sisters, is that right?

Yes, my father was a German officer.

He was killed shortly after I was born.

I'm neither proud nor ashamed of it.

I despise everything he stood for,

but it died with him, as far as I'm concerned.

Is that why you were estranged?

Oh, not at all.

I was estranged from the whole family

because I married a Jewish man and converted.

The psychic equivalent of lobbing a hand grenade

into the living room of my pathologically Catholic family.

Perhaps you were subconsciously trying to right paternal wrongs.

I wouldn't call it subconscious.

So you haven't lived in Eguilles for many years?

No, not since I was a newlywed.

1964, we left.

So I've no idea why Marie-France jumped on the bus

and thought she'd find me there.

Or indeed, why she'd want to.

But I hear she was losing her mind.

Whereabouts in Eguilles?

Can you remember your old address?

Oh, I loved it.

I hear it's apartments now.

Number 12 Place Du Teale.

Delphine Jourdain's address.

Pathologist's report on Marie-France.

Estimated time of death around 8pm.

"She didn't die from the gunshot wound.

"She was already in a diabetic coma when she was shot."

Why would you shoot someone who was already in a coma?

"Fibres on her clothing

"which probably came from the interior carpet of a car."

Do we have an estimated time of death for Delphine?

They think probably around five and six on the same night.

So, theoretically, the same person could have killed both of them.

But why?

Do they know each other?

Maybe we should check that out.

OK, what about this.

Forget them knowing each other for a minute.

Marie-France gets off the bus at Eguilles around 5pm.

Obviously confused.

She sets off to see her sister, who hasn't lived there since 1964.

She arrives at the house, knocks on the door.

Inside the house...

Someone has just killed Delphine Jourdain.

Marie-France disturbs them.

It has to be the fiance, surely.

Whose wife now knows what's going on, knows Delphine's name.

She's even left her a message.

Delphine told the fiance about the message.

We know that because Elodie Liotta overhead her.

So now he has to get rid of her.

Because apart from everything else, he's a bigamist.

Who the hell is he?

Seriously, I meet men like this guy, what's his name? Max?

I meet them all the time on dating apps.

SHE CHUCKLES

Did I ever tell you I once accidentally swiped right

on that guy you work with - the Police Commissioner?

THEY LAUGH

Roussel!

Well, that's why I didn't come to Helene's birthday,

I was terrified he might be there and I'd have to say,

"I'm sorry, it was a terrible mistake."

I was drunk.

MARINE LAUGHS

That is the funniest thing. That's really cheered me up.

BOTH CHUCKLE

You have a friend who's a perfumier in Grasse, don't you?

That was some swerve, but, yeah, Marie.

Would she know anything about this particular maker?

There's no receipt,

but we were wondering where it might have been bought,

or who might stock it.

Send it to me and I'll ask her.

So, this woman hands over the letter.

Enhance it a bit.

Oh, it just makes it worse. TEXT ALERT

Look at this.

What?

Lapierre, outside Delphine's flat.

When was this taken?

5:30 on the night she died.

A member of the public just sent it in.

They were filming the street

because they were thinking of buying a house there.

Sorry to interrupt.

We were just looking at that video of Lapierre.

I just spoke to him.

And?

It seems to fall into his general stalky twerp behaviour pattern.

But he could have killed her.

Does he drive?

Why?

Because Antoine and I were wondering

if the same person killed both women.

But whoever it was

must have taken Marie-France from the scene in a car. We'll check.

And two more things.

Delphine Jourdain did a wine tour of Domaine Chardenerais

where Marie-France was found, three months ago.

She booked as Delphine Jourdain - plus one.

So... her plus one

knew how remote the place was.

Also, we found the letter, in Delphine's desk at the bank.

Sadly, it's in tiny pieces.

Can you make out what it says? Some of it.

It's handwritten, and signed "Laurence".

She asks Delphine to call her.

Unfortunately, the number's missing. And Laurence is?

From what we can decipher,

she was still married to Delphine's fiance.

OK.

We have Lapierre and Lachella.

One of them's single, but a stalky twerp.

And the other...

Is Kamel Lachella actually divorced? I mean, I know he said he was.

They're checking that right now. And, lastly,

Delphine sold her mother's apartment in Aix two months ago

for 300,000 euros.

So, she had a bit of money.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Verlaque.

Ah, Doctor Vannier, thanks for getting back to me.

I was wondering if you...

Oh, you're in Aix! Even better.

So, Lapierre doesn't have a car, he doesn't even have a licence.

Let's think about Lachella.

Delphine was vulnerable.

She was damaged and grieving.

With a handy-sized inheritance, the perfect victim really.

I'm still trying to work out why poor Marie-France was shot

while she was already in a diabetic coma.

Maybe he was afraid that someone would find her and revive her.

Judge Verlaque. Madam Bonnet. How's it going? Any progress?

Slow and steady.

Arrested anyone yet?

Obviously, there's not too much we can say

during an ongoing investigation.

Of course.

Of course, I'm sorry. So, you wanted to ask me something.

Yes.

Did Delphine ever mention cosmetic surgery to you?

What sort of procedure are we talking about?

Just in general.

I don't recall, but I really don't think so.

She was 27.

What kind of surgery would she be thinking of?

Breast enhancement maybe.

Young women get that, don't they?

Although God knows why.

She certainly never mentioned any concern.

What was the other thing?

Do you think it's a possibility

that Delphine mentioned her boss was creepy,

as a kind of distraction

from the fact she was having an illicit affair with him?

You mean he was the fiance?

Is that possible?

That could be the reason from the subterfuge.

He's much older, he's her boss.

It's not great for office politics. Hi, guys.

Ooh, sorry, are you working?

Oh, hi.

Hi, it's Sylvie, isn't it?

Marcello, hi.

You two know each other?

We've met, yeah.

But, look, I'm obviously interrupting.

I'll, erm... leave you to it.

Call me. Marie Marais has a number for you to call

about the perfume thing.

We met at this absolutely terrible gallery opening.

Was Sylvie taking photos?

Yeah. Snapping away at people drinking champagne

and eating awkward canapes. We, kind of, bonded briefly.

Out of sheer boredom probably.

Anyway, Delphine's boss.

I suppose he could have been the fiance.

But why would he want to kill her?

Thanks.

'Hi, this is Sylvie. Please leave a message.'

ANSWERPHONE BEEPS Sylvie, it's me.

That was the weirdest thing. Where are you?

You said you had some info for us. Call me.

CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS

Here.

30-year-old cognac.

Help take your mind off things.

'Hi, this is Sylvie. Please leave a message.'

ANSWERPHONE BEEPS

I bet she's on one of her terrible dates.

Mm.

'Hi, this is Sylvie. Please leave a message.'

ANSWERPHONE BEEPS

Hi, Sylvie, it's me.

Can you get back to me?

What?

Something's happened to her.

She just hasn't answered your calls, that's all.

No, I can feel it in my bones.

You're seriously worried?

Yes, Antoine, I am.

Vannier left just after her.

Maybe he spoke to her, maybe she told him where she's going.

Call him.

What?

I told you what happened with Max Audigier yesterday.

What I didn't mention was that while he was sitting talking to me

I kept thinking he reminded me of someone else.

Someone I didn't like.

I couldn't think of who it was.

It wasn't anything he did.

And then I realised it was Marcel Vannier.

I wasn't even aware I disliked him.

Marcel Vannier.

That's his name, isn't it?

Sorry?

Sylvie called him Marcello.

MOBILE PHONE BUZZES

Judge Verlaque, what news?

'You didn't run into Sylvie again after you left yesterday, did you?'

No, why?

Remind me again, how did you meet each other?

We met at a party.

A gallery opening.

Oh, here in Aix?

'Yes.'

Is there anything else?

'I have a patient waiting at the surgery.'

No, not for the moment.

Thank you, Doctor Vannier.

Thank you so much for calling me, Marie.

Erm, did you tell Sylvie any of this?

So she didn't know.

Yes, I-I will. Thank you.

Doctor Marcel Vannier... What?

He was the one that bought the perfume for Delphine.

A small atelier in Grasse. It's the only place you can get it.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS Marie's friend, who makes it,

just rang to say that it was paid for by credit card, by him.

Oh, my God.

What if she's dead, Antoine? Jesus, this is just all my fault.

Thank you.

Vannier's wife is called Laurence, who tried to call Delphine.

She is in London with her friend Anastasia,

who's been identified

as the woman who dropped the letter off for Delphine.

Sylvie said in front of him yesterday,

"I've spoken to Marie about the perfume thing."

Christ. He thought she was onto him.

I knew, I knew something had happened to her!

TEXT ALERT

"Called away on a job. Speak soon. Sylvie."

This isn't her.

She wouldn't do this.

Sylvie, it's me.

I've just had a text from you. It doesn't sound like you.

Where are you?

We'll find her.

I promise. OK.

SHAKILY: OK.

MOBILE PHONE BUZZES

Helene?

'Sylvie's phone pinged off a mast 20km north-east of Eguilles

'about half an hour ago.'

That's Vannier's house. I think he's at the surgery.

I just spoke to him.

'We'll be at the house as soon as we can.'

We'll bring back-up. See you there.

Come on.

Let's go.

'Sylvie, it's me.

'I've just had a text from you. It doesn't sound like you.

'Where are you?'

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY, DOOR CLOSES

SHE WHIMPERS

SHE GRUNTS

Sylvie?

SHE EXHALES WEAKLY

Sylvie?

What am I going to do with you?

SHE GROANS WEAKLY

SHE GRUNTS

Don't worry.

I'm not going to kill you or anything.

Honestly.

What do you think I am?

Take.

Open.

Good girl.

Oh...

You have a sleep.

SHE WHIMPERS

SHE GROANS

DOOR CLOSES

In the text, the wife said, "Check out his last job."

Of course, she didn't mean Lachella, did she?

She wasn't married to Lachella, she was married to Vannier.

Oh, holy shit.

Listen to this.

"Marcel Vannier, 42, consultant at the Duvalier Clinic Brussels,

"found guilty of gross professional misconduct.

"Improper relationships with at least three female patients.

"One of whom died, leaving him her estate.

"He married one of his patients, aged 19."

Jesus Christ.

How did he manage to get a GP's job in Eguilles?

He must have forged all his papers.

MUFFLED: Help me!

MUFFLED GROANING

MUFFLED: Somebody help!

I feel sick.

Oh, I feel so sick, Antoine. We'll find her.

Helene and the police will be there any minute now.

No, what if she's...? Don't think about that.

He didn't meet her at a gallery opening, did he?

I bet he met her on a dating gap.

And he probably pretended he was single

and she escaped by the skin of her teeth!

Or rather, she did that time.

Christ, is that his car?

Helene and the team should be here.

Where are they?

Call them and find out where they are.

The perfume from Delphine's house. The car reeks of it.

Helene's been trying to reach you.

They're all caught up in a six-car pile-up on the autoroute.

Jesus, are they all right?

Yeah, but there's tailbacks for 20km.

Judge Verlaque.

Doctor Vannier.

Brilliant. We were hoping you'd be here.

We tried the surgery, but no luck.

Do you want to come in?

Can I get either of you a drink?

Or a coffee?

Er... HE CLEARS THROAT

I'm OK, thanks.

What about you, Marine?

Erm, nothing for me, thank you.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I seem to have left my phone in the car.

I won't be a minute.

So what can I do for you?

Erm...

I think Antoine wants to ask you about Delphine.

And this man, Lachella.

Was it him?

It's beginning to look like that, yes.

But Antoine is the one with all the details.

Have you always lived down here?

I was raised here.

My mother was Italian.

But I went up north to work.

Where did you work up north?

Brittany. Lille.

I was in Belgium for a...

Is something wrong?

No.

Sorry, it's just...

What?

The light caught your face just then.

And you suddenly looked incredibly beautiful.

CALL FAILED TONE

HE SIGHS

'So you're a criminal psychologist?'

That's right.

I nearly became a psychologist.

Really?

Yes.

I have a sort of feel for it.

I understand what makes people tick.

And what's that?

People are quite simple, really.

They want nice things.

And they want someone to save them from the dark.

Or themselves.

MUFFLED GROAN

SHE GASPS

MUFFLED YELPS

SHE SIGHS

ALARMED GRUNTING

QUIETLY: Sylvie?

MUFFLED SCREAMING

Sylvie, can you hear me?

MUFFLED SCREAMING

So you're half-Italian?

I was christened Marcello.

My mother was from the Italian terrone.

THUDDING, MUFFLED WAILING

Marcello, I like that.

Like La Boheme.

MUFFLED CHATTER

Sorry?

The opera.

Really, I don't know it.

Oh, it's tremendous.

Marcello, Rodolfo and Mimi.

OK.

Antoine will be on the phone.

They're about to arrest Lachella.

He'll be desperate for an update.

So, er, the Italian terrone, is that the same as the alto...?

Would you excuse me a moment?

Oh...

Oh, no! SHE GASPS

BEEP, SHE GASPS

Oh...

No...

DOOR CLOSES

Oh!

Found what you're looking for?

I have, yes.

Don't look so frightened.

I'm not going to shoot you.

I mean, unless I have to, obviously.

I'm not a murderer.

I'm a doctor. I save people.

Unless they cross me.

Excuse me.

ANTOINE GROANS

DOOR CLOSES, SHE WHIMPERS

MUFFLED WAILING

MUFFLED SOBBING

SHE GRUNTS

Not now. Not now.

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

What?

CALL FAILED TONE Oh, my God.

Come on!

SHE WHIMPERS

HE GROANS

MUFFLED GROANING

Vannier, for God's sake!

HE WINCES

You might want to strap that up.

Keys.

I haven't got them.

GUNSHOT

Antoine!

SHE GASPS

SHE WHIMPERS

SHE GASPS

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Twisted my bloody ankle.

That one was the warning.

The next one...

Are you OK? Yeah.

OK.

Sylvie's in the back.

ENGINE SPUTTERS

Oh.

I forgot to tell you.

APPROACHING SIRENS BLARE

Armed police!

Police!

Drop the weapon.

Put the gun down and let her go!

Do it now!

MUFFLED SOBBING

Don't you wanna tell your side of the story, Vannier?

SYLVIE BREATHES QUICKLY

SYLVIE WHIMPERS

POLICEMAN: Put down your weapons.

SHE SOBS

I can explain.

HELENE: Take him in.

OK.

I... Wait. This is a mistake.

Are you all right? Are you all right?

OK. This is gonna hurt.

Ow.

SYLVIE GASPS MARINE: Sylvie!

Oh...

This is all a misunderstanding.

MARINE: You're safe now.

I'm a doctor.

MARINE: Oh, my love. Please?

CAR DOOR CLOSES

Oh, my God, are you OK?

Oh...

I think...

I think he would have killed me if you hadn't have got here.

No. SYLVIE LAUGHS

He kept saying,

he kept saying, "I'm not a psychopath."

Whilst behaving exactly like one.

SYLVIE LAUGHS

Sylvie, we're gonna take you to hospital and get you checked out.

I just wanna go home. Honestly. Honestly, I'm fine.

Bollocks. You're not.

SOBBING: I just want a shower and my own bed.

You're not OK. How could you be?

Go and get checked out, please?

And we'll come and see you later.

Yeah.

OK?

Mwah!

Come on, babe.

Let's go.

Hold on to me. SYLVIE CHUCKLES

God!

SYLVIE CHUCKLES

Should I take you to hospital too?

No.

HE GROANS

I'm fine.

Though I have to say,

I'm not really cut out for dodging people with guns.

When I heard that shot...

When I saw him, I was so scared he'd harmed you.

He hit on me, you know, Vannier?

When you are looking for Sylvie. He hit on you?

SHE SCOFFS

We're engaged now.

Oh, that's so romantic.

You'll be able to visit him in prison.

I hope they never let him out.

Those poor women.

Delphine Jourdain, Marie-France D'Arras.

We should say their names.

We should remember them.

God, do you remember this.

MUSIC: 'This Guy's In Love With You' by Herp Alpert & The Tijuana Brass

It's total cheese. THEY LAUGH

Yet somehow great.

I'm in love...

I'm so glad you're not dead.

Make you mine

Tell me now

Is it so?

Don't let me be the last to know

My hands are shaking

Don't let my heart Keep breaking

Cos I need your love

I want your love

Say you're in love

In love with this guy.