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THE ART OF CRIME

MURDEROUS FÊTE GALANTE part two

Ma'am?

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm OK.

Try to remember.

Sorry, I didn't see a thing.

There's nothing in here.

Someone's wandering around with bloodstained sheets?

Maybe he's still in the school. Can you seal the exits?

I'm on it.

Something funny going on in the ceramics studio.

The oven has been switched on.

There are no classes today.

He's burning the evidence!

- Downstairs. - Take care of the girl.

Fuck!

There!

Freeze!

Don't do anything stupid, I don't want to fire.

Stop, stop!

Are you crazy?

Shit!

We know there were at least 2 sheets:

one blue, one white.

If you'd called me

we'd have had the fucking sheets!

Good! Now with your eyes closed.

Like this?

We know that Jérôme Barrière

had sex right before he was murdered.

He had sex?

The pathologist just told us.

That's fine, thanks.

Maybe the sheets were part of a foursome.

What?

Say he was reenacting

a sex game in another picture, with a blue sheet and a white sheet.

That might help us figure it out.

Any idea which picture?

I need to check something.

You seem fine but you need a scan.

- I'll make an appointment. - No, have it now.

You could have died there.

- OK, I'll go right away. - Good.

Madame Chassagne?

- Your cab is here. - I'll be right with you!

Just give me a moment.

I'm almost done.

Madame Chassagne...

Picture or no picture,

we need to find who he was having sex with

when he died.

Plenty of notches in his bedpost.

Let's start with his girlfriend.

Before this party, Barrière called Jade Lahoud,

Maybe to discuss "logistics".

Confirming their date for sex games?

Haul her in.

May I ask why you have a urinal in your office?

Not a urinal, a readymade.

Another item unsold at auction. Great, isn't it?

Look, you stand it like this.

Great. Closer to the picture, maybe.

No, we didn't have sex that night.

I told him 3 weeks ago we were through.

I didn't have fond memories of our last time.

How so?

He wanted to do it imitating a painting.

Which painting?

Watteau: The Misstep.

I thought it was just a man helping a girl to get up.

Then I realised what Watteau had painted.

In fact he's forcing her, she's pushing him away.

When his mother died, something snapped in Jérôme.

It was as if he needed

domination and brutality.

Maybe you were at it again the night of the murder.

Maybe some girls like it.

I don't, though... I swear I didn't have sex with him that night!

When you did that with Jérôme,

he undressed at some stage.

No, he kept his costume on.

It had to be accurate in every detail.

He wanted to feel he was actually in the picture.

Maybe he overdid it with a girl.

Best check for any recent complaints.

I'll call. We need to ask Chassagne which picture Barrière was imitating.

You sent her to hospital, we won't see her till tomorrow.

So I did. Shit!

Don't worry, I'm in perfect health.

Yeah?

I've done some research.

- Me too. - Me first.

Only one Watteau painting fits the evidence.

Don't interrupt, this is important! One Watteau fits...

Jupiter and Antiope.

How did you know?

- I've been trying to tell you. - What?

You won't like it but we had to press on without you.

You didn't do that to me.

You're mad at me about yesterday?

Now that you mention it, maybe that was an issue.

Flo-flo! Good job these gentlemen were able to tell me how you were.

If I had to wait for you to tell me...

What more do you want? A naked man, a blue sheet, a white sheet.

Jupiter as a satyr, raping Antiope. Watteau's most sexual painting.

Yes, of course.

Barrière was a potential rapist.

His little game got out of hand,

she grabbed a Stanley knife and carved him up.

You don't realise that if it was Jupiter and Antiope,

Barrière would have worn this crown here.

Guess where I found it.

In the school shed... look.

Covered in dust.

But Jérôme Barrière always used

the accessories and costumes in the shed.

Why not this time? It doesn't fit.

Maybe he found another he liked more.

Look, Flo-flo...

Please stop calling me Flo-flo!

So if it isn't Jupiter and Antiope, what is it?

You said it's the only picture that fits.

Look at the edge, it isn't necessarily a sheet.

Maybe a cape or a robe.

We must keep looking.

No other Watteaus have a naked man.

I thought the search for the truth guided your actions.

You just want to be right, you disappoint me!

I'm sorry?

Are you OK?

This isn't going to work.

Two Chassagnes on one case is one too many.

Look, anyone can be wrong.

I'm not wrong, all right?

I'm not wrong!

OK.

In that case, I'll say goodbye.

The father's right.

About what?

Ten days ago, Barrière was reported for rape.

A week before the murder? By Jade Lahoud?

Karine Pailleux. She withdrew the complaint 3 days later.

- Under duress? - I don't know, look.

She mentions Antiope and Jupiter.

Yes, I withdrew my complaint. I freaked out.

I couldn't face all the procedure.

Anyway Jérôme apologised.

Had he been violent with you before?

No... never.

I knew he was in a bad way but he loved me.

I know, he told me.

You didn't think the game might get out of hand?

No, I enjoyed it. I even made a crown.

The fact it depicted a rape didn't mean he was going to rape me.

Oh?

You think I asked for it?

Just like the dumb cops I reported it to.

Maybe it's no bad thing that he's dead, right?

What do you think?

That I'm fine now, that I no longer have nightmares,

that I'm over it?

I can't bear any contact, not even on a bus.

It doesn't rule out revenge.

Maybe you suggested he came back a week later.

You don't understand.

I wanted to forget all about it.

I know, you even withdrew your complaint.

To ward off suspicion. Very smart.

Have you any idea what state I was in?

You think I'd go along with something like that?

Not on your own.

Maybe someone helped you.

Your complaint mentioned Tissot. You called him right afterwards.

Your relationship

with your father baffles me.

It's not that I want to be right, it's that I AM right!

I'll find this painting.

Your shrink should focus on your fascination for satyrs,

and an obsession with sex and lust.

I really like this one...

with the tongue.

No, I've checked out all the Watteaus.

What are you looking for?

Some other picture

that might have inspired Jérôme Barrière.

Only this was all he worked on: Watteau, Watteau and more Watteau.

And satyrs, plenty of them.

Something of an obsession.

Only in Watteau,

the satyr represents the urges associated with love.

With Barrière, urges pervade everything.

Any other sources of inspiration?

I just explained all that to you.

It's what I'm looking for but can't find.

But I'll get there.

Sure you will.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Go on, tell them how you helped me.

He stood by and watched me being raped!

I saw no such thing!

I left early. At that stage, you seemed consenting.

You fucking asshole!

You're not at home now.

Why exactly were you there?

Well?

Tell him!

You were consumed by jealousy!

He was spying on us!

Even after 4 months!

You obeyed him like a dog!

Have you seen what you've become?

Their little game made me want to throw up, so I left.

- You fucking liar! - Calm down!

That's enough.

So why did you call him?

For a witness.

But you're a coward.

You'd rather play the wounded, jilted lover!

I swear I didn't see anything.

I told you the guy was a loony!

So it's my fault.

I deserved to be raped by that loony.

Sophie... take her back to her cell, please.

All right, you can go.

What's the matter?

You really think she killed Jérôme?

It's a bit late to start worrying about her.

Go.

- I didn't paint many male nudes. - I know.

Jérôme Barrière was inspired only by you.

Which picture could he have been reenacting?

I'm starting to come up with some crazy theories.

Just before you died,

you burned most of your most licentious work.

Isn't that right?

Might Barrière have unearthed one?

A picture presumed lost?

You have a vivid imagination.

A painting...

or a drawing...

with a naked man, a white sheet,

and a woman with a blue-edged dress.

I was sick but I don't remember burning that.

What made you burn your work? It's madness!

Mere commissions, boring with no mystery.

I didn't want my work to stand accused.

Accused?

The trial, rape, vengeance...

How stupid of me.

How stupid!

But of course.

It's obvious... Obvious!

When I don't call, you moan, when I do, you protest.

Make your mind up.

So what are we doing here?

Barrière didn't choose the painting, the murderer did.

And it wasn't a Watteau.

How did you come up with that?

The motive is revenge after a rape.

Put yourself in the murderer's shoes.

Come on!

The most famous act of revenge in art was painted by Artemisia Gentileschi

in the 17th century.

A woman raped by her art teacher led to a high profile case.

Judith slaying Holofernes.

Right.

It shows a rape victim's revenge.

Remind you of anything?

Look at the edging on the blue dress.

Barrière was killed reenacting this picture.

Yeah, it could be the same fabric.

What the hell are you doing?

He was lured by two girls.

He thought it was another sex game.

Not one, but 2 murderesses!

Any evidence?

Why do you think we're here?

They hid the murder weapon here, like the sheet and dress.

Anyone here?

- Could you do that somewhere else? - What?

No, but...

We're looking for evidence.

May I help you?

You can indeed. Is there a sword like this here?

Artemisia Gentileschi. The principal...

organised an exhibition last year.

Here they are.

This one.

Wait, don't touch anything.

This one? All right

Could be the murder weapon.

The painting helped Artemisia

get over her rape. It was an icon for 1970s feminists.

During this period, students had fun replicating the sword.

It has been cleaned but you can still see

traces of blood.

Seems the blade was recently sharpened.

We just have to check the DNA.

So we have Jérôme Barrière...

Here.

- Karine Pailleux. - Exactly.

Now we need to find the accomplice.

I was just reading the papers from your court case.

I didn't want a court case.

I was dragged around, made to suffer purgatory.

It was worse than rape.

Yes, I know. Your father forced you to testify.

To cleanse his honour.

His honour.

He thought only of himself. I don't know how I ever forgave him.

The big question!

Maybe after your mother died, he was all you had.

Who took part in last year's Artemisia exhibition?

We've asked for a list.

This coffee is just...

Your phone.

Excuse me.

This coffee's good. What's the problem?

Hi, Dad.

Florence? Hello.

I was with Hugo Prieur last night.

He said you're following up a lead on Artemisia.

What does Hugo have to do with it?

At least he talks to me.

He would have made a good son-in-law but you don't know what you want.

When I was with him, you called him an cocky, ignorant hunk!

Don't twist things.

You might have told me. We're meant to be working together.

Working together?

I'm the appointed expert. Did Captain Verlay call you back?

- No, that's just it... - Great!

So enjoy the rest and take care of yourself.

Do some gardening, forget the investigation.

Take care, Dad. Must go...

Antoine? Confirmation from the lab:

Barrière's blood is on the sword.

We're waiting for DNA results on the blue fabric.

Excuse me...

What now?

Can you come, please?

Come where?

I'm in the stairwell, the door's stuck.

The door's stuck? I don't understand.

Please come.

She may be an art expert but she can't even open doors!

- So what's going on? - Thank you.

What's wrong with the door?

It works fine! What's the problem?

It was stuck!

You're taking the piss.

Me?

- No, I swear I'm not. - Look...

We're not going anywhere till you explain what's going on.

- All right. - Come on.

I was stuck.

As if...

I was paralysed!

Happy now?

Sorry, but is everything OK? What the hell's the matter with you?

OK, I'll explain but it'll take a while.

Can we get out of here?

So, now I pretty much know what a phobia is.

But a "counterphobic object"? Sorry, you've lost me.

It's an object

that wards off your anxiety.

Just like your kid's security blanket.

What does it have to do with me?

Wait... you mean I'm the security blanket?

That's nonsense, look at you, you're fine!

Because I'm with you!

That's ridiculous.

I agree, that's exactly what I told my shrink.

You have a shrink?

Yes.

You know what?

We'll pretend you didn't tell me.

Captain...

Rather we'll blame it on the blow you suffered to your head.

I don't want this to affect

our professional relationship. - Stop it.

Your security blanket...

Hello?

What about the blue fabric?

What?

All right, thanks.

The DNA is Amalia Rossi's.

- I'll come with you. - Sorry?

What if I have another attack?

You take her to interviews?

You're inseparable!

More so than I hoped.

I'll tell you about it.

Police, stop!

Stop!

Go that way.

Stay here, don't let anyone through.

What should I do?

Police!

Captain!

Captain?

Captain...

Don't move.

Let go, you're hurting me!

Is that what Jérôme said when you cut his throat?

- Antoine! - What?

Chassagne has a problem.

Coming!

Don't move I said.

She says she can't move.

It's like she's stuck, paralysed.

- Stuck, paralysed? - Should I call an ambulance?

No, I'll handle it. Take care of this.

You took your time! Give me your hand.

What...?

I'll tell you later.

We found the paperwork admitting you to psychiatric emergencies

four days before the murder.

Antidepressants and a prescription for gynaecological treatment.

Can you tell me what happened?

Did he rape you?

I needed two hours with a shrink to realise what he'd done.

The brain acts like a circuit breaker.

When the trauma is too great, it disconnects.

For me, it was like watching as an outsider.

As if it wasn't me he was raping.

To get over it, you had to kill him.

I didn't know what you meant till he started on me.

I told him to stop

but he wouldn't!

All right, I don't need details of your frolics.

He fucking raped me!

I didn't want to reenact any picture, you made me go!

It wasn't rape, just a game.

Do you want him or not?

Stop acting all coy,

plenty of girls are ready to sleep with Jérôme.

Help me with bottles.

I'm sorry.

You took part in the Artemisia exhibition last year

so you must have known the story of this picture.

You're the blue dress.

You sliced his throat...

while you held his arms.

No!

It wasn't me holding the sword.

I just hid the blue dress in the statue with the rest.

What are you playing at?

Tell him I didn't do anything.

Jérôme had it coming.

Don't tell me you didn't feel better once he was dead.

You're totally crazy!

I thought you'd understand.

What is it you want?

For me to thank you for doing it?

Yes, you're right.

Maybe I have gone crazy.

She hasn't done anything.

It wasn't her.

Who then?

Who!

Who cut Jérôme Barrière's throat?

Aren't you meant to be in the video room?

I didn't feel well, I wanted to be near to you.

Are you going to keep on being clingy?

I don't know.

Can't your shrink give you a pill to make this thing go away?

Oh no, psychoanalysis can go on for years.

For years?

Yes.

You can tell her all the bullshit you like

but I can't wait for 10 years.

Meet my counterphobic object.

This security blanket business is REALLY getting on my wick.

There.

Now you see what he puts me through.

Is this a joke?

What I put YOU through?!

Mr Verlay, calm down.

- Yes, calm down! - Madame...

Would you leave us alone for a moment?

- Me? - Yes, you.

Please.

Sit down.

No, I'd rather stand, thank you.

Psychoanalysts don't have a magic wand.

Pity.

Madame Chassagne's problems aren't going to just disappear.

I'm a cop, I'll lock her up to keep her away from me if I have to!

There's no miracle solution.

Do you know her father?

You no longer need me?

That's right.

The investigation is almost complete.

After you.

Can't I help with any other investigations?

Not even a little bit?

No, really, not right now.

But rest assured, the prosecutor will look kindly on your efforts.

All right?

Bye now.

Thanks for everything.

- OK? - Happy now? You got what you wanted?

Dad, I...

You managed to take away the one enjoyable thing in my life.

What did you say?

To my father? What did you tell him?

He's depressed about work, you should go easy on him.

And tell him what?

That his presence drives his daughter crazy?

Just fire him without saying he's fired!

Could you drive a little more slowly?

For three days, you go on about your dad.

Now he's gone, you complain that I'm being hard on him!

Be careful!

- There, you're home. - Thanks.

Don't forget this.

What's wrong?

Can I ask you something?

Yes.

How come he always paints women from behind?

Wait...

I'll show you in the book, that reproduction isn't so good.

Look at this picture. On the other side is another couple.

Can you see? She's alone.

Maybe she's remembering some past love affair.

Or a former lover who gave her roses.

So it's like we're inside her head?

Exactly. That's one possible interpretation of the picture.

In fact, we always end up alone.

That's right.

Well, see you tomorrow. Thanks.

Greg, check this out.

Look.

Shit.

- Find out all you can about her. - Will do.

The exhibition...

- Good morning. - Look at this.

Look.

"Madame Minsky gave me the idea for this exhibition."

She's the Artemisia enthusiast.

Judith and Holofernes was her idea.

She's the one who cleaned the sword.

It's in her blog archives.

Blimey!

"May I help?"

Help muddy the waters, more like!

Six years ago

she charged her husband with marital rape. He was acquitted.

The trial, the rape... like Artemisia!

What?

She isn't answering.

Tell Pardo,

I'll hurry over.

What?

You have to take me. I'll keep a low profile.

Hello? Yes?

Yes, it's me.

What! A car crash?

Drunk and disorderly?

Insulting a police officer? What's going on?

Of course, I'm on my way.

My father's in a sobering-up cell.

I'll keep you posted about Minsky.

Honestly! Whatever next?

Now I'm worried about him again.

I'll never escape... Ever!

He won't let me.

I should do what you did:

not see my father for 25 years.

I had no choice.

And I was alone with him.

He thought only of my career, I was his thing.

But 25 years... I stay away from him for 2 weeks

and he worms his way into my investigation.

So 25 years...

Naturally, my dizzy spells return.

You lost your mother at a young age too.

I was little, yes.

Ten years old.

My father was completely lost.

I did what I could to help him.

I realised it wasn't my job.

Children aren't there to protect their parents.

I know but he was alone, I was all he had.

I couldn't drop him.

Drop?

Today, you still worry about him

and fear dropping to the ground.

25 years is a long time.

Sometimes it's better to speak out.

Yes.

You're right.

How could you do it to me?

That's what I was about to ask.

You got me into this state.

I deserve better.

Now listen up, Dad.

I'm not your shrink, wife or girlfriend. I'm your daughter.

If you want to get drunk, depressed, or play the hermit,

fine, it's your life, but quit blaming me!

- Me? - Yes!

You run a guilt trip on me.

- Absolutely not! - Mum is dead.

She's dead, and I'm not here to replace her.

- Florence... - Let me finish.

I should have told you long ago.

If things don't change, I'll have to stop seeing you.

Meaning what?

I love you, Dad.

It's up to you.

Really.

Madame Minsky?

Madame Minsky?

It's OK, there's no one here.

They must have been in touch somehow.

Look.

What are these, dating sites?

- She gets picked up by guys? - Apparently.

"What a waste of time. Fuck you, bitch."

Seems she refused them.

Here, look.

Amalia Rossi.

So they met before the murder.

"You were right yesterday, I've chewed it over, I agree.

"You can trust me."

You can trust me. You were right to come.

You'll get the same treatment Karine got at the police station.

Don't expect any justice.

Rapists get off scot-free. We pay the price.

I can't forget about it.

I feel like I'll never be able to live with it.

You're young, Amalia,

you can still put it behind you, be happy with a man, have a family.

Come on.

Look at her.

See how calm and sure of herself she is?

We need atonement.

It's the only thing to make you feel better.

I should have killed my husband long go, now it's too late.

You can still do it.

What?

I'll help you, Amalia.

OK, thanks.

Keep your phone close at hand.

She has no classes today.

So is it her?

Look.

We'll hide here, she'll be back.

There's nothing to suggest she's fled.

She even rented some costumes today

for her exercise-thingy...

Pedagogical exercise.

Oh no.

- What? - What's wrong?

One moment...

It isn't a pedagogical exercise.

Here... look.

The yellow dress...

the soldier's uniform.

Another Artemisia picture: Jael and Sisera.

She'll kill again?

Her next reenactment!

Come in.

I've given your cousin the costume. He suspects nothing.

It'll be quite a surprise!

Hey, I found something.

An address for the Robak Academy.

That's where you arrested Vincent Tissot.

He refused to support Karine Pailleux's defence.

That's it!

For her, Tissot is an accomplice in rape.

It's him she wants to kill.

Yes, of course!

Ready?

Come here.

Lie here, on your side.

Place your hand here.

Perfect. Now close your eyes.

Your partner is coming.

Over to you, you've got one hour.

Stop!

Calm down...

Stop!

Don't move.

She told me it was for his birthday, he was her cousin I don't understand.

You're not arresting him? He's innocent?

Like the cops and judges who don't do their duty.

Get into the car.

What about all the girls haunted by rape their whole lives?

Calm down and get into the car.

See you in a moment.

Madame Chassagne?

Yes?

Look, I know I haven't always been very cooperative.

I just wanted to say that we couldn't have done it without you.

So thank you. I'm trying to thank you.

I only did my duty, Captain.

Right, let's go.

Here we are.

Two investigations with her, two cases solved... Bravo.

- Alex... - Listen, Antoine.

One thing I do know:

compatible partners, real teams,

are hard to find.

Some things are inexplicable

but she's your partner.

Hi!

Think about it.

Surprise!

I thought we might be needing it.

Seems I'm going to be here more often.

I told you not to touch my machine!

Not touching it, just moving it.

No, those are my case files, they stay there.

You make things so complicated!

There... Perfect, in the middle.

Which bit don't you understand? I don't want that coffee!

Try it.

I don't want to! George Clooney couldn't make me!

You're making it a matter of principle.

Subtitles: ECLAIR