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Well...

Sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you.

It seems that you did.

Do you have something to say?

You're very beautiful.

The pussycat wants some milk.

He's scratching at the door.

It's pointless, isn't it?

Married 16 years
and I hardly dare touch you.

I'm ridiculous. Me and my ideas...

I'm disturbing you for nothing.
I should have let you sleep.

I'm awake now.

Have you changed aftershave?

Adolphe?

Adolphe.

Marguerite?

What on Earth is going on?

Mother?

It's okay. It's okay, darling.

Your father's feeling a bit anxious.
It's quite normal. Go back to bed.

What's wrong with him?

Dad!

- What have you done to him?
- Go back to bed!

Come on, darling, come on.

People get a bit worked up sometimes.

He's an artist, he's sensitive. Come on.

Adolphe.

Open the door!

She's always putting him down.
She's cruel.

You don't know what you're saying.
Go to bed.

- It's very late, now sleep.
- Let me speak to Dad.

I want to talk to him.
He's going to hurt himself!

Adolphe.

Dad!

That's enough!

You're a child.
Be quiet, and do as you're told.

I calmed your mother down
when she was your age.

She was far tougher than you.

Come on.

There you go.

Goodnight, my darling.

Let me speak to him.

He's all yours.

Adolphe!

It's your mother-in-law.

Can you hear me?

I know you're very tired.

You've been working a lot,

you're stressed, I understand.

But I wanted to tell you,

your latest pieces are excellent.

Excellent. I really think so.

Truly.

I think that this time, you're going
to be an incredible success.

Well, he'll come out
when he's finished sulking.

What a night.

If there's no chance of sleep,
I wouldn't say no to a tea.

What's wrong with him?
Has he broken a finger?

I'm on my way.

Was that her?

At this time of night?

What does she want?

I don't know. Her husband's gone mad.

I have to go.

Now?

It's a shame about the private view.

I have to speak to Marthe.

If I were you, I'd wait a bit.

She tends to think
of her father as a victim,

which makes you the witch, of course.

Are you going to tell me
what you did to that poor man?

He changed aftershave.

Monsieur Fiersi.

Here comes the brute.

Where is he?

In his room.

- Marthe?
- In her room.

Don't make too much of a din, please.
I had an awful job calming her down.

Any chance of shutting Granny
in her room, too?

Can you open it?

What a thug!

You won't mind about the door?

He's alive.

Call the doctor.

The private view is cancelled.

Have you seen Rosalie? How is she?

She's just fine.

She weaves wicker baskets
with her friends. She's blooming.

What do you think?

- Did you speak to her, or not?
- I did.

Weidmann and Chauvin are now the legal
representative of Rosalie Dantremont.

And how was she?

Resigned.

Can't you buy your own?

I prefer yours.

- You know what's wrong with the file?
- The timeline.

She was first arrested
on January 16th 1904,

but Sylvain was born on June 13th.

- She was pregnant when she registered.
- She knows who the father was.

He made her ill. She wouldn't tell me.

A guy from the vice squad
came to see me. Guichard.

He was a bit too keen to help.

Could you ask your clients
if they know him?

If I ask questions like that,
they'll know they come from you.

That doesn't matter.

Keep me updated.

The judge is waiting for you to close
the Bois de Boulogne suicide case.

Oh, and Superintendent Cochefert
said that

you should write the report.

Here are Dr Socquet's findings,

as well as my report on the...

improvised bertillonage...

that you made me do.

- And his identity?
- Does anyone care?

Excuse me. I'm on a live investigation.

December
Case: anonymous death

Found on December 24th 1904
Bois de Boulogne

Report

There!

You can't see someone
approaching from the right.

- Did you see me?
- No.

No. I rest my case.

If that's the case on foot,

imagine a machine weighing 700 kilos,

moving at over 40 kilometres per hour, gentlemen.

Forty.

The force of inertia,

metal against flesh...

I've identified the body in the woods.

Paul Cétinet. Twenty-three.

One metre 78.

I checked his fingerprints
against those on the gun. It's him.

I remember him.
I did his bertillonage. He was...

Provocative.

I didn't like taking his measurements.

Thank you.

Automobile traffic, gentlemen.

That's the real danger.

If we can't find
a way to control the flow...

It'll be carnage.

I stitched him up.

The wrist wound is superficial.

- The bandages need changing every day.
- Of course.

Your husband has
some health issues, madame.

The marks on his skin are awful.

He should make an appointment.

Don't worry, he... He already has.

Do you know Dr Verlot?

Verlot.

An excellent practitioner.

A specialist.

Your husband is in good hands, madame.

Dr Verlot?

This is Marguerite Steinheil.

You prescribed a lotion for my husband--

Adolphe, yes.

There was a little accident, the...

The pot broke.

Is it something
we can get from the chemist?

No, my husband isn't very well.

He's very... downcast. Yes.

For two days now.

The shock.

Yes, I understand.

But what can I say to him to...

To reassure him?

That I forgive him?

Forgive me, I...

I haven't slept well,
I'm a bit slow today, I...

That I forgive him for what, exactly?

Yes.

Yes,
we'll send someone for the lotion, yes.

And we'll make an appointment,
of course.

Thank you very much, Doctor.
See you soon.

His models are quite handsome.

Did you know he was a fairy?

And you sent him off to paint
in the Bois de Boulogne.

If your teeth are rotting,
you shouldn't work in a sweetshop.

Adolphe has syphilis.

The doctor told him.

And he came to my room.

He knew, he knew, oh God...

And I took pity on him,
and I let him touch me...

- And kiss me.
- I'm here.

And he was inside me!

We'll take care of him.

But first, we need to get Marthe
and the old lady out of the way. Okay?

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Commissioner Lépine's office.- This is Louise Lépine.

I'm in the Commissioner's apartment.
The office door is locked.

Your father is at the town hall,
appearing before the city council--

I know where he is.

Budget committee.

Can you come and open this door, please?

If your father locked it,

he must have his reasons,
and I wouldn't want to--

My father didn't lock this door.
You did.

Mademoiselle, I swear...

You won't open it?

Right. In that case,
I'll leave through the service door,

I'll take the stairs to the main hall,
and meet you in the waiting room.

I'll take the key that's in the second
righthand drawer of your desk.

I'll be there in one minute.

- Here's the post.
- Thank you.

Hector...

My mother always spoke well of you.

Loyal Hector.

Efficient Hector.

She liked you.

The feeling was mutual.

We all miss your mother.

If you don't mind,

I have work to do.

You had to have a clear-out
after the funeral, didn't you?

Of course.

I can't find my mother's things.

There was a portrait.
You know, by that painter, Steinheil.

I think I remember.

Your father
wasn't keen on the final result.

It wasn't destroyed, was it?

I don't think so.

It must have been stored with the rest.

Would you know where?

I won't keep you.
I'll lock up on my way out.

You okay, pal?

I'm hungry.

That's what happens when you lose blood.

Monsieur is hungry.

Would someone be so kind
as to get him a snack, please?

A bit of glass. Really.

You went about it like a little girl.

You know what you need?

One of these.

Nice and sharp.

You start here,

just below the wrist,

and press hard, down
the length of the vein to the elbow.

That would be serious.

It takes about half an hour.

If you want something quick, start here,
behind the jaw, just under the ear.

One quick cut,
from one ear to the other.

And it's over.

In two minutes.

You see?
Where there's a will, there's a way.

Here you are. We're ready.

Marthe chose the grey dress.

And I agreed.

Your father wants to see you.

He won't be able to talk for long.
He needs rest.

I hate you.

Dad.

I don't want to go.

I want to stay with you.

You must be good.

Okay?

Do as your grandmother says.

Your dad did something silly,
but I'm okay now.

I'll see you soon.

I love you.

I know, darling.

I love you too.

Come in.

My report on the Bois de Boulogne suicide.
We've identified the victim.

I've informed the family.

Paul Cétinet was arrested twice.

November 1903
for public indecency, then released.

And April 1904.
He was questioned during a murder case.

The victim's name?

Ernest Cronier. Unresolved.

Quemener.

The Cronier case. April 1904.

Go to the archives.
I want the file on my desk this afternoon.

Yes, sir.

What exactly do you know
about the world of inverts, Inspector?

I know it's more widespread
than you'd think.

- I know it's shameful.
- Not everywhere.

Some boulevards are full of men
enjoying the company of other men.

They're not doing anyone any harm,
or hiding themselves away.

No shame, no blackmail.
A confident invert is left in peace.

But woe betide the one
living in a closet.

Of course.

The vice squad
keeps a pederast register.

They do.

As a police tool, it's...

very efficient.

- I'm curious to see Cétinet's record.
- But you won't see it, and nor shall I.

Now that the Cétinet case is closed,

I'm moving you
to the Ernest Cronier case.

Unresolved.

Yes, sir.

How is little Angèle?

She's very well, sir.

Good, I'm...

I'm pleased.

Thank you.

- Here's your tray, sir.
- Thank you.

I think Mme Steinheil would like a bath.

She feels a bit dirty.

Let us know when she's finished.

What will you do--

Not while I'm eating.

So, you swing both ways?

Each to his own.

However,

what makes me sick,

and I mean, what makes me really sick,

is the little present
you tried to pass on to your wife.

Stop!

No!

Stop!

No.

Tell Madame we're in the studio.

No. Stop!

No, stop.

I'm ill. I'm wounded.

Whose fault is that?

Come on, this way.

- Monsieur Fiersi said--
- I heard.

Adolphe?

Let's talk about painting.

Adolphe!

Don't be afraid, darling.

Mummy's coming.

The Cronier file, sir.

Quemener.

Yes, sir?

Inspector Jouin isn't very popular,

but he's a good police officer.

Badmouthing a colleague
won't get you far in my department.

April 1904

The victim's left foot

Yes.

Jouin?

Inspector Antoine Jouin,
research brigade.

It's Félicien.

Who?

Félicien.
The walker in the woods, remember?

I remember.

The body under the tree...

I've got some things
to tell you about him.

I asked around.
People know where he was from.

This evening, after work.
The same place as last time.

His name's Paul.

I don't know his last name.

Well, you certainly didn't draw this one
behind a thicket.

Monsieur has a little love nest.

What's the address?

Bagatelle.

Excuse me?

The Château de Bagatelle.

It's owned by an Englishman,
but he's never there.

I think it's even up for sale.

And your friend Paul has the keys?

He offered to show me the grounds.

That part of the Bois de Boulogne
hasn't been painted for 30 years.

It was magnificent.

And then...

He told me he could take me inside.

I hadn't been with a man for 15 years.

He offered himself to me.

I gave in.

Bagatelle...

The vice squad call it a sofa.
It's like a brothel,

but for inverts.

Those places are quite pricey.

How did you pay for it?

After each private view,
I take the money to the bank.

I helped myself.

How much?

I don't know. I didn't keep track.

Maybe 30,000.

Catching syphilis is expensive.

That slut sleeps with all of Paris,
and I'm the one who gets ill.

Unfair, isn't it?

Let her. It'll be easier for us all.

He's Marthe's father.
As long as he can paint, we can use him.

He'll never touch you again.

That's not enough!

Nothing is ever enough for you.

He's suicidal.

He failed the first time.

He manages the second.

Joseph.

I have a family too.

Where are you going?

I'm going home.

Even the gorilla has a conscience.

How lovely.

Accept it, my dear.

In life,
you have to do everything yourself.

- Did it go well, sir?
- Perfectly well.

Appearing before the city council
committee is always a real joy.

I held out my hat, they gave me money.
The budget will be approved.

You may sign off for the night, Hector.

Good evening.

Why?

Because I liked it.

You look very nice, very dignified.

I found it among my mother's things,
in the cellar.

You don't mind?

I think the time is coming for me to
hand in my resignation to the ministry.

- When?
- I don't know. Soon.

Why?

Rosalie Dantremont.

You see?

You've forgotten her too.

Just like everybody else.

A young woman is arrested.

Her child dies.

And she's sent to prison.

To protect what?

- The police?
- Ah, yes. The institution.

No, really. It's time.

- Is that your only reason?
- Do you need more?

Giving up is easy.

- My mother would say--
- Don't speak for her!

Right.

As we'll be leaving the Prefecture,
it's time to think about your future.

- You don't want me anymore.
- I didn't say that.

As you lack the courage,
I'll say it for you. You don't want me--

You're wrong!

I...

I'm very happy that you're here with me.

It's your home!

I was trying to help,
but I'm just an inconvenience.

Good evening.

Are you okay?

She's asleep. At last.

Did you ask the Superintendent
to be the godfather?

Not yet.

I have to meet someone about a case.

I received a call for you
this afternoon.

A young woman. Mademoiselle Chauvin.

She says she's a lawyer.

She is.

I know her.

Do you have time to eat before you go?

Good evening, Inspector.

Monsieur Dubreuil.

Are you here on business?

- No, the case is closed. Suicide.
- Really?

Well, you put on quite the show
last time you were here.

Those blasted automobiles.
They should be forbidden.

This time, they killed a horse.
What will it be next time?

A kid?

- That's progress.
- Yeah.

Progress...

Come here often?

- Over here, sweetie.
- No, I'm exploring.

It's a bit different at night, right?

Look at them.

They don't even try to be discreet.

The factories close,

the workers turn up,
and there you have it.

Pure debauchery.

It's sad, really.

Trouble with your bike?

- The wheel is bent.
- Can I see? I love mechanics.

- Thank you, but there's no need.
- Hold on, let me see.

Don't you have a patrol to finish?

I wouldn't want to hold you up.

Oh, yes, of course.

- For a stroll, you'd better head north.
- Thank you. I'll keep that in mind.

Inspector.

Félicien?

Félicien?

I shall wait for you

My child

I shall wait for you

I shall wait for you

I shall wait for you, my child

I shall wait for you

I shall wait for you

I could

Search for you

In the clearings

And the forests

Translation: Rosie Zenzen

Subtitling: Hiventy by TransPerfect