All language subtitles for Marianne S02E05

Good for you. You were brave.

She told me that she had also
thought a lot about our fling,

but that she's with someone.

-But that she was thinking of me.
-Good.

How are things at home
with Zacharie Novak?

In terms of the investigation,
there can't be much left to do.

Don't you have anything new?

The whole file on his mother,

he saw it all,
all the horrible photos.

Because I wasn't there,
he got bored and was snooping around.

I started looking for a home for her.

In a few months, the house
will be too dangerous for her.

Pastor, it's Marianne.

Is it OK if we meet in ten minutes?

I found something and...
How can I say it?

I have to tell you about it.

-See you tonight, Marianne.
-And my kiss?

It's in the regulations.

And the second.

-You said one.
-No, it's two.

You'll be late.

It's your fault.

It's never my fault.

No.

Come.

We need to be clear about the signal.

Here you go. A little sugar?

No, thank you.

Franco was a DEA captain
ten years ago.

That's where he started out.

He was investigating
drug trafficking,

and Léna Novak's building
was one of the hot spots.

It doesn't say much more than that.

Really?

The murder took place ten years ago
and now I'm finding out?

It's a good thing I have
a colleague with depression

who gives me his files.

No wonder.

He was on a narcotics case,

you were on vice.

Cases don't always intersect.

The same address? At the same time?

He could have told me.

He knows I've been at it
for ten years.

And he said something weird to me.

How so?

We met by chance

and the first thing he asks me is,
"How's Zacharie?"

As if he cared.

He also asked me
how the case was progressing,

but in an insistent way.

Pastor, I'm not asking you
to do anything illegal.

Put your ear to the ground,
ask a couple of questions.

I need to know
what Franco was like ten years ago.

Are you aware
that Franco is a super cop

who has a big reputation in narcotics

and that he's my boss?

Yes.

That's not going to scare
my Pastor, is it?

Jennifer Duval,
24, professional rugby player

and star
of the Gazelles de Provence team,

who died on the field
during training.

Pretty gazelle.

Nice bump too.

Concussion?

No, she must have got it
while she was playing.

Nothing to do with her death,
caused by cardiac arrest.

Hence the request for an autopsy.

Which revealed two things.

The victim suffered
from high blood pressure...

Rugby isn't exactly a sport
for the hypotensive.

Would've been better
if she'd played mölkky.

With the right treatment,
the one she was on,

normally, there would be no risk,

unless they're combined
with amphetamines.

That's the second thing,

an MDMA derivative ingested
less than an hour before her death.

Athletes use it to boost energy.

I can't see a thing.

I'm guessing the side effect

is an increase in blood pressure?

Since she had high blood pressure...

It caused the heart attack.

Yes, that's right.

My pretty gazelle,

did you take that crap
without knowing it?

Jennifer Duval was a recent recruit.

She arrived four months ago.

She was a world-class player.

The club's ambition
is to join the Elite 1.

It's the soccer equivalent
of the premier league.

I know, thank you.

When I was little, every Sunday,

we'd go to a game with my dad.

Every year, we went to see the final
of the French championship.

Really?

Yes, Didier Camberabero,
Abdelatif Benazzi,

Philippe Saint-André...
I loved them all.

Too bad, back then, there was
no calendar of naked rugby players.

Right.

The city and the club's main sponsor

broke their piggy banks
to bring Jennifer on board.

I didn't have all that in my day.

Holy cow! The trainer is Jipé!

It's Mr. Jipé. Jean-Pierre Laroune.

-Jean-Pierre Laroune.
-Laroune?

Yes,
the Racing Club de Toulon legend.

"Handsome as a God, strong as an ox."

Almost 100 wins
for the French national team.

No, I don't know him.

I was in love with him as a child,
and I wanted to marry him.

-Him too?
-Yes, especially him.

Mr. Jipé!

Get the ball out. Don't wait.

Mr. Jipé!

Can we take a quick photo?

Not now.

OK, time to play. We're set.

Can I also ask you questions

about Jennifer's murder?

-That's right.
-What?

I'm Judge Vauban,

and this is Captain Pastor.

You can't talk about murder
in front of the team.

They're playing the game
of their lives on Saturday.

Excuse me, but "murder"?

How many times I've told the girls
not to get involved in that crap.

You think Jennifer
knowingly took the drug

despite her high blood pressure?

There's always a pseudo-doctor
ready to guarantee you

that his drug
is undetectable and harmless

and a player to believe it.

That's why I convinced everyone

to take a doping test
the day before the match.

I don't want
to be disqualified after a win.

-Dammit!
-What's wrong?

She's too light, I told you.

She'll be ready.

We don't have enough time.

You're the captain. Go do your job.

Come on!

What a grouch, that one.

Who's this gazelle
who talks like a lioness?

That's Catherine, the team captain.

She's one
of the few older players I've kept,

and she's by far the best.

Was she the star
before Jennifer arrived?

I wouldn't go that far,

but the most charismatic, yes.

Jennifer earned considerably more
than her teammates.

Could it have created tension?

There's always tension on a team.

This team was created by me,

and I don't take dramatic players.

Come on.

-Come on.
-Don't let it go.

Come on, girls.

Jennifer died less than an hour
after ingesting the drug,

so it must have been

in the bottle she used
during practice.

Either someone put the drug
in her bottle before practice

or someone came along
while she was playing,

someone who was authorized
and went unnoticed.

What did I say?

No. He's right, Jipé.

I don't see one player
taking it out on another,

not in rugby.

When it comes to soccer,
anything goes,

but in rugby, no,
and in women's rugby...

Fair play, solidarity,

those are the values.

When I was defending
the values of firefighters,

you laughed, but in rugby,

everyone is beautiful and kind?

Don't sully my memories.

Is it true that you're never happy?

I say what I think.

That's perfect.

We'd love to hear
what you think about Jennifer.

She was exceptional
on a technical level,

and when she got going,
she was hard to stop.

Wow, it's like reading
the sports section.

You wouldn't happen to have

something a little more spicy
to share with us?

Jennifer was great,
but she was self-involved.

She didn't play for the club
but for herself.

That's good.

So you had different values?

For me, it's the whole team

that should be improved.

We don't need
to bring in a star to save us.

That's the club's new direction,

it's not up to me.

How did you feel about her salary,
which was much higher than yours?

Nothing,
because I don't get anything.

My salary is symbolic,
and I pay it back to the club.

That's the way I do things.

I'm a dental surgeon.

I earn a very good living.

Better than any pro rugby player.

Jennifer's golden contract

didn't faze me.

It's not just about money.

Cameras, newspapers, fame.

Everything I hate.

I'm always arguing
with Ludo about it.

Ludo?

Ludovic Burgaud,
the team's official sponsor.

Until Jennifer came along,
he'd been bugging me

about doing an ad campaign
for his sportswear company.

And you refused?

What I want is to play and be able

to go to a restaurant in peace.

That's rugby, you see?

What did your mother do
when she was working?

Guidance counselor in a high school.

That means she loves children.

She loves teenagers,

but you can't bother her too much.

A bit like you.

Me? I'm a real lamb.

It shouldn't be too long now.

And your father,
he was in the military, right?

Lieutenant-colonel in the infantry.

Did he die in a war?

No, in his garden,
between two rows of radishes.

It's an absurd way to die.

Why?

Every morning, at six a.m., at home,

he sounded the bugle
and raised the French flag.

One day, he blew the bugle,

but the bugle won.

Really?

Heart attack.

Like the rugby player
I told you about.

Marianne, I'm here.

-She's screaming.
-It's Mom.

She's always screamed,
and she can't help it.

I'm here. It's Mom.

We're here.

Is this him?

He's so handsome.

Good afternoon, ma'am.

No, call me Josette, Josy,

or Jo, whatever, I don't care.

-Hi, Mom.
-Hi, sweetheart.

Zacharie, take the suitcase.

It's too heavy
for an old charm like me.

I'm starving.

There's nothing to eat on the train.

Did you plan anything?

I've got everything you need.

You said she'd say that.

Yes.

I said to the officer,

"Just because you're wearing
a uniform doesn't mean you scare me.

"I won't show you my ID."

It's OK,
you can go back to your work.

I'll take care of the handsome boy.

Mom, let's have lunch together.

You asked me
to come and take care of Zacharie.

I'm here.
You can do what you have to do.

Yes, well, this is the time.

I don't know.

If you're here, we can...

I made stuffing.

I love stuffing.

Do you have red wine somewhere?

Mom, I already told you,
it's on the fridge.

Turn around. The pink paper,

that's Zacharie's schedule.

Yes, I know,
it was right under your nose.

No, you don't need to get him.

He comes home on his own, Mom.

I know you'd like that,
but he wouldn't,

so...

Because he's a teenager.
You know them...

Teenagers are like that.

It's not my fault.

I have to go.

Call me if there's a problem.

If there isn't one, don't call me.

OK. Bye.

Your mother is here?

Yes, with all her fanfare.

You wanted someone to watch Zacharie.

Yes, but not only that.

It was also so we could...

Are you glad she's here?

Yeah, why? Yes, of course.

I couldn't ask you to help me out

forever.

I'm just wondering
if I've doubled my load of work.

I can look after your mother
while she looks after Zacharie.

I don't give a shit.

I won't pay full price
for useless stuff.

That's it.

Do as you like,
but don't bother me again.

Shit!

Who let you in here?

The girl on the poster
wants to know who killed her.

Captain Pastor.

It's OK.

300,000 bucks, gone! Dammit!

Can you imagine
what that means for me?

All the posters,

the jerseys with her name on them,

the commercials... Come on!

Trash!

What a bitch!

Your pain is heartbreaking.

I work 20 hours a day
to keep this place going.

I'm not going to cry
over a girl I hardly knew

and who was stupid enough
to take dope.

OK, so you think

she took the drugs herself?

The way she partied,

I doubt she needed a push
to do something stupid.

I invested in a player

who's already out of the game,

for crying out loud!

She was 24 and loved to party.

How's that for rugby?

There's different kinds of partying.

When you start to gain notoriety,

you can't act like a kid.

Have you seen this video?

No.

I've got a guy in marketing

who follows the players
on social media.

Take a look.

Look.

Wait. Here you go.

Here, enjoy.

JENNIFER, THE OPENING HALF...
VERY OPEN

Is that the number of likes?

Good for your company.

Yes, except she's dead.

-Yes.
-Yes.

Unless I go
into the funeral business,

my investment died with her.

Getting a star to pull the team up...

The club and the town hall,
they really screwed me here.

That's for sure.

Did you discuss this video with her?

Yes.

Yesterday morning,
she came in for a photo shoot.

She was in tears,
completely demolished.

I wasn't going to add to it.

What an idiot!

I hope you're not eulogizing her.

I have a feeling you're not
quite ready to discuss her.

OK.

You should think about decaf.

I'll drop by Jennifer's apartment.

The STP must still be there.

If we come across MDMA,

maybe it was just
a party girl gone wild.

Can you find out who the guy

in the video
drooling over her crop top is?

That was the plan.

I like it when our minds

meld like that. It's great.

It's like passing a ball

before smashing it in the end zone.

It's wonderful.

You won't forget

my little Franco file, will you?

Give me a little time.

At the beach?

I know it's nice out.
It's nice every day.

If you go to the beach
every time it's nice,

Zacharie will never do his homework.

Don't dawdle too long.

You're going to eat there?

Today, let's say
you're getting to know each other,

and tomorrow, we'll start over.

OK, kiss.

That day,
I didn't have time to talk to Mom.

It was Saint Francine's Day.

I had half an hour
between appointments.

I bought flowers to surprise her.

We've got the keys,
in case anything happens to her.

I open the door.

I can't find her in her living room,
not in front of the TV.

I hear strange sounds.

I push open the door to her room.

And then my brother discovered Mom

being assaulted
by this sordid individual.

OK, we're talking
about Mr. Éric Pourcel,

your home health aide, right?

-Yes.
-Doing that to an elderly person,

to Mom!

Mrs. Carletti, in her depositions,

Mr. Pourcel claims
he didn't coerce you.

What a scumbag!

He's 45 and in the prime of life.

Mom is 75, Your Honor.

Of course, he took advantage.
It was easy for him.

How long had Mr. Pourcel
been coming to your home?

Eight months, right?

How did it happen?

When I think it was Mom's friend
Brigitte who recommended him...

And we saw nothing.

Mr. and Mrs. Carletti,

I'm going to ask you to leave.

My clerk will accompany you.

I'd like to talk to your mom
for a moment.

Tell her everything, Mom.

You're the victim.

It's not normal.
What happened was serious.

They won't let you get a word in.

But they're your children.

They worry about you.

Francine,
if you want to tell me something

you don't want them to hear,

it's just the two of us.

You protect them too.

It's normal, isn't it?

Your Honor, it's true what Eric said.

He didn't force me.

OK.
This, Francine, is very important.

You're telling me

that you accepted
the advances of Mr. Pourcel,

your home aide?

No.

He never made a pass at me, ever.

I asked him to.

Yes.

What about your friend?

Brigitte,

who recommended him to you,

she also uses his services
from time to time?

Yes. Several of us have asked him.

He's so sweet.

He does his job well, apparently.

Yes.

Dammit.

It's supposed to be relaxing,
but it's actually irritating.

It's a cardboard infusion now.

He's really something, this kid.

You were up there for 15 minutes.

Did you read him a story?
He's not six anymore.

I told him about my adventures
when I was young,

when I visited
a community in the Ardèche.

You didn't tell him everything,
did you?

No.

I knew a little too much.

I'll go give him a kiss.

You don't have to.

He was already half asleep.

We spent two hours in the water.
He's exhausted.

OK.

What did you give me?

"Quiet digestion."

This means I'm going
to get up 12 times to pee.

He told me about his mother.
He's a mess.

I think I've got
a new lead in the case.

Don't say anything to him,
not a word.

I've already given him
too much false hope.

-It's OK. You know me.
-Yes, I do.

He told me you were investigating

a rugby player
who had a heart attack?

You see some nice ones.

Remember when Dad
used to take me to the games?

You and your father, with your rugby.

Still, it gave me time
to see my girlfriends.

Are you still mad at me?

What?

For going to live with him
when I turned 18.

No.

I guess you needed
a slightly more square frame

for your studies.

And things went well
with your father.

I'm going out for a smoke.

Amphetamines were found
in Jennifer's apartment.

Really?

Yes, prominently displayed
on the kitchen counter.

And the floor was cleaned
right up to the entrance.

They want us to believe

that Jennifer was an addict.

It's a mess. It smells of panic.

I'll take you to the gym.

No, working out is a bore.

Don't you want to make a few passes

and a couple of tackles?

-You know the video?
-Yeah.

The guy Jennifer did
her big number on,

he's third string on the men's team

and the companion of Barbara,
who is on the Gazelles.

Was this Barbara there,
at this fatal training session?

Yeah. Jennifer's crop top
might have made her jealous.

Is it heavy?

Is it heavier than the weight
on your conscience?

When you saw the video of the party,

you knew that

your partner had cheated on you
with Jennifer?

You take that back right now.

Just because you're cops

doesn't mean you can say anything.

OK, that's enough.

Do I look like a cop, Pastor?

Not at all.

So...

It's OK. I know the video.
Everyone's seen it.

It was "ruck and roll" night.

"Ruck and roll."

Very nice play on words.

"Ruck"

is a kind of spontaneous scrum...

It's quite technical. It's subtle.

I'm telling him
because he doesn't know rugby.

Thank you.

Did you know about it?

Of course, I was there,
as was most of the team.

What's the concept behind
this "ruck and roll" party?

It's our annual party.

We rent out a club for the night,
and it's a hell of a party

for all the players,

and we have contests with the guys.

Normally,
cell phones are switched off,

so nothing comes out.

Jennifer and your partner,
was that a contest?

Like a striptease?

That's right.

Rugby is friendly.

You weren't angry?

Not at all.

The person who filmed it
is the one I'd like to pummel.

If we catch them, they'll suffer.

Him or her.

We don't know.
It's a surprise every time.

Thank you very much.
I had a wonderful time.

Shall I add five pounds?

You seem to be in shape.

No.

No. Have a nice day.

The only cell phone that pinged

during the rugby club night

belongs to a Samira Levraux.

Who's she? A team player?

Officially, no,
but she trains with them.

-What position?
-Defense.

Like Jennifer.

Let's go.

-Marianne?
-Yes?

Sit back down?

What's up?

What's up?

Phone.

Do I have a stain?

No, telephone.

Telephone. For what?

What is it?

My glasses.

You should have told me.

"I may have something about Franco."

Zachariah was talking about
his mother...

Keep it down.

Zachariah told my mother
about his mother.

I MAY HAVE SOMETHING ABOUT FRANCO

"It's not..." what?
Finish the sentence.

You put three little dots.

LAST NIGHT I HAD A DRINK
WITH A FORMER COLLEAGUE OF FRANCO

Yes? And?

IT WAS NOT...

You're slow. Come on.

This is ridiculous.

Come on. Let's go.

Léna Novak's pimp
was also a drug dealer.

He dealt out of the building.

Franco and his guys
were on his back the whole time.

Holy cow!

The cases overlap
more than I thought.

Ten years of digging into this case

when the answer
is probably on the DEA side.

Franco knew and he took the files.

No.

Don't get carried away.
There's no proof of that.

Nor is there any evidence
to the contrary.

Your friend in Narcotics,
can I talk to him?

No, certainly not.

It'll make hay at the police station.

I'll just have to ask for a transfer.

What do we do?

I don't know.

Asking questions
like that will cause problems.

Especially if Franco
is on the lookout.

It's an impression, Marianne.
It's all in your head.

No, it's not an impression.

You should've seen him
asking questions about Zacharie,

like it was nothing...

It's an intuition.

Come on.

Catherine!

Catherine, over here.

I'd like to ask you a few questions,

one or two.

It won't take long.

Samira was a member of the U20 team,

but Jipé spotted her.

She's been training with us
for a few weeks now.

She'll replace her on Saturday.

Was she at training
the night Jennifer died?

Yeah, sure.

What do you mean?

She was late.

Jipé hates that.

After the warm-up,
he put her on the bench.

Like, "You're grounded,
go to the corner?"

That's Jipé.

He wouldn't have kept her there,

but after five minutes,

she took off,
leaving her stuff behind.

She didn't come back?

She's got a temper.

It's not that surprising.

She stayed on the bench
for five minutes?

Yes, just about.

Are you training today?

Oh, stole it.

Pastor!

I hope you find us another suspect

because I really like her style.

I suppose you know about this video?

Wait. That's why I'm a suspect?

You think I killed Jennifer?

You sent this video.

Yes, because she asked me to.

Jennifer?

She wanted to create
a buzz around her,

boost her advertising contracts.

She came
from a modest background, like me.

She was driven, and I respect that.

Her sponsor seemed to be saying

that she wasn't thrilled
when the video came out.

She was so distraught,
he didn't dare to yell at her.

That's what she led him to believe.

This kind of video
doesn't really fit his brand.

She was very happy
with the number of views.

She even texted me to thank me.

I can show it to you, if you like.

Are we done?

Pastor, give the ball back.

Yes, Jipé spotted me,

and he asked me
to train with the team.

I didn't want Jennifer's job.

You play the same position.

Everyone says that in addition
to your skills,

you were the relentless type.

It's a good quality in rugby.
Look at the Scots.

I just need to let off steam.

That's what my therapist told me.

Psychological worries?

My mother died when I was 15,

and my dad's a jerk. OK?

That's a good start.

With a sanguine temperament,
it could lead to criminality.

At the time, I was in Lille,
and I started with boxing.

I came here for school.

The boxing club sucked.

I said to myself,
"Why not play rugby?"

What happened the night
of the training session,

before Jennifer's death?

The coach benched you

and you were furious?

With Jipé, it's always like that.

We're both a little testy,
that's all.

It's fine.

I just needed a walk to calm down.

I would've come back.

I left because of that other jerk.

You'll have to be more specific

because I know a lot of them,

and the list grows longer
every day. Which one?

Burgaud, the sponsor.

I've put him on my list, for example.

He yelled at me about how

I couldn't leave practice,

with all the money
he put into the team,

that I had obligations.

I thought I'd better leave
or I'd give it to him.

Boxing? Hard to quit.

Did you see anyone approaching
the water bottles at practice?

I warmed up and then left.

I wasn't running a refreshment stand.

Samira? Jennifer's place?

She already had it.

Let's sit down

because my head is spinning.

My synapses are...

I'm on the verge of a concussion.

Let me take off my backpack.

So,

Jennifer was out of the starting
line-up for Saturday's game?

Star or not, I don't care.

My job is to play the best

and most motivated players.

The town and the club

rolled out the red carpet
for Jennifer.

For the past few weeks,
she had taken it in.

So, yes,
two days before what happened,

I told her she was going
to be a substitute.

How did she take it?

Did she talk about
the club management?

I don't know about the club,

but she went to complain to Burgaud.

Less than an hour
after talking to the kid,

he calls me in a mood,
screaming and shouting.

Said I was a jerk,

that I had no right
to screw up his company's image.

I'm a rugby player,
not a sandwich man.

Samira knew she got her spot

before Jennifer died.

You haven't changed a bit.

It's crazy. He hasn't changed.

I don't know whether to ask you

for a deposition or an autograph.

We could do a little...

No, that's not why we're here.

We're here
to conduct an investigation.

Forget it. I can't do it.

What's going on?

Is it me?

No, guys aren't always the problem.

It's not all about you.

My mother is staying
with me at the moment.

I should feel free,
but it's just the opposite.

If you want, we can just hug it out.

That's good too.

That's right. Hugs are good.

You don't want
to watch a horror movie

to take your mind off things?

Yes, that's a good idea.

How's Radioactive Baby from Hell?

-You don't know it?
-No.

-Masterpiece.
-Really?

Total.

Never heard of it.

You'll love it.

Holy cow!

War.

-There's nothing I can do.
-Your turn.

Now I've won.

-War.
-War again.

OK.

What's he still doing up?

I won the first round,

he's won the second.
We have to break the tie.

Do you know what time it is?

Almost midnight.

You know what time he gets up?

It's not his biggest day. We checked.

He starts with gym.
That'll wake him up.

You're really irresponsible.
You haven't changed.

I'm going to bed.

Why send for me
if you wanted a prison guard?

There's plenty in your line of work.

We had a great time.

We laughed. He didn't think about

bad things, and I had fun.

Does it bother you that much?

Respect my way of doing things.

It's not that complicated.

If you did things
a little differently sometimes,

it might open up
your chakras a little more.

This is my house.

Well, in two minutes,
I won't be here anymore.

Great, super.
Beat it like you always do,

when it suits you.

I know you don't think I've been
a good mother.

I never said that.

You were right
to move in with your father.

It's true, I wasn't an example.

But I was still a mother.

I know that sometimes a kid
needs something other

than discipline.

-Good night, Marianne.
-Good night, Mom.

Don't you ever argue
with your mother?

Not even once?

Yes, but little squabbles
over odds and ends.

For example, it annoys her

when I leave my shoes in the hall.

-Yeah, no.
-That...

No, not that, real stuff,

problems swept under the carpet
that explode when they come out.

No, I always got on well with Mom.

That's not possible.

Yes.

Sorry, I'm bothering you
with my family problems.

I haven't asked you
how your mother is.

Very good.

-Really?
-Yes.

Clinically speaking,
she's not going to get better,

but in terms of morale,
not bad at all.

I take her to a home

twice a week

to do

her speech therapy
and memory workshops,

a little stimulation.

She likes it so much
that the other night,

she wanted to stay overnight
with her friends.

So I...

-That's great.
-That's good. Yeah.

-Yes.
-I'm glad.

So, you've got the evening
to yourself.

It must have been a long time.

Yeah, such a long time

that I didn't know what to do.

I spent the evening wondering

what to do with all that free time.

By the time I came up with an idea,

it was time to go to bed.

I think that's what's bothering you,

recognizing in your mother

character traits that you also have.

If your army Dad was still around,

he'd annoy you too.

You think so?

Yes,

you make a point
of enforcing the rules,

you do it in your own style.

You're the perfect synthesis

of your father and mother.

I guess
I don't have to take a DNA test.

Here, sit down.

Is everyone comfortable?

Mr. and Mrs. Carletti,

do you still make love?

Not together, of course.

Each of you on your own
with your partner.

Why do you ask?

Because...

your mom has something to tell you

about Mr. Pourcel.

Go ahead, Francine.

Go on, my Francine. Tell them.

We're with you.

The first time,
Eric gave me a leg massage.

It's good for me
because my legs hurt sometimes.

He has beautiful hands, Éric.
It was very pleasant.

I asked him to go a little higher.

And a little higher.

I hadn't had a man's hands on me
for a long time.

He didn't force me, not at all.

Eric is kind and understanding.

Since I've had him as a home aide,
it's been simple.

I no longer need antidepressants.

And I sleep like I used to.

Sex toys

can't replace the warmth of a man.

He does it for free?

Of course not.

We pay Eric.
He doesn't count the hours.

There.

I know it may be a shock

to catch your parents making love,

especially when they're old.

I don't know why.

It's a shame,
but that's the way it is.

You wanted to see an assault

where there was none.

If you like, I can

initiate a procedure

on suspicion of prostitution

against Mr. Pourcel,

but I would feel odd about it

because I'd be obliged

to indict Brigitte, Thérèse,

and your mom, Francine,

as customers.

No.

That's OK.

Great.

They'll get used to the idea.

Don't worry.

How's the secret lady this morning?

I'm so sorry,

but because of us,

you'll be late
for your workout again.

You never boxed in Lille.

You started out in rugby,

and you didn't come here to study

but to join the Gazelles team.

You would do anything
to be spotted by the trainer

and play the next game,
the match for the title.

Eliminating Jennifer, your rival,

it never crossed your mind?

It's not what you think.

I love it when it starts like that.
It's very promising.

Young Jipé.

This is from when
I was in love with him.

-My mother too.
-Yes.

-That's her next to him.
-She's pretty.

She was 18 years old

when the French team
came to play in Lille.

Jean-Pierre Laroune
asked if she was over 18,

not if she was on the pill.

When she realized she was pregnant,

she sent him a message.

He said if she wanted to keep
the baby, he'd pay child support

but that he preferred if she made
a different choice.

My mother was too proud
to accept money,

and she never contacted
Laroune again.

She married a nice jerk
who took me in.

When she fell ill,
she told me everything.

And you started playing rugby

to get closer to Jipé?

No, to make him pay.

So that he'd spot me,
put me on the team,

and just when he needed me most,

I'd drop him and his shitty team.

Well...

I think you'll make it

to practice after all.

By dint of looking at them,

I feel like I'm about to become one.

OK.

Samira!

Samira was there to find her father,

not for rugby.

No motive to kill Jennifer. Catherine

was only there for the rugby,

not to become a star,
so still no motive.

Plus,

she doesn't even play
the same position.

Who's left?

We've got Jipé, but it's Jipé.

Their values...

Yes. Go back to your work, you.

Then there's Burgaud.

Burgaud has no interest
in screwing up his investment.

-Marianne?
-Yes.

Listen to this.

I initiated a search
for Jennifer's apartment.

The apartment belongs to an SCI.

Guess who's behind the SCI?

Burgaud Sportswear.

Ludovic Burgaud had the keys
to the apartment.

He could have deposited the drugs
after Jennifer's death.

Wait. Do you remember

when Jipé told Jennifer
she was going to stay

on the bench?

Barely an hour later,
Burgaud was furious.

He called Jipé
to ask him to take Jennifer back,

which he refused.

He must have told her
he preferred Samira.

So?

I think Jennifer died by mistake.

Didn't Jipé say that

there was a surprise doping test
just before the match?

Everyone has to do it

and everyone has to pass it.

Wait, I'm not following you.

That's normal. You'll see.

Are you starting a collection,
Marianne?

Yes.

By the way, Ronnie,

you asked me if I had any news

on the Novak case, and I have some.

-Yeah?
-Yes.

Get this.

They are renovating the building

and packages of drugs
were found in the partitions.

In Léna Novak's old apartment?

Yes, it's crazy.

Obviously,

I immediately stopped working.

I sent for forensics.

They'll go through everything
and I'll have a little more

to go on.

Well, that's a turnaround.

Yes, I'm happy.

I'm not getting carried away,
but I'm happy.

What did you do there?

Set a trap.

The building isn't being renovated
at all.

I know, it's a trap.

What about Franco?

He's the mouse.

It's not the time.

-Did it go well?
-It did.

Nice pee-pee.
I don't know how you do it.

To do it on command...

What the hell is going on here?

Since when do sponsors
attend drug tests?

You think I have nothing to do?

No,

you're not here to watch,

you're here to participate.

-Really?
-Yes.

Nonsense.

Yes, everyone has to do it.

Even Jipé did it.

-Jipé!
-Yes?

Did you pee?

Yes, he peed.

We believe Jennifer took MDMA
without her knowledge,

and whoever put the drug
in her bottle

is part of the staff.

If someone tests positive
for the same drug,

there's a good chance
that person is the culprit.

Did you know that the murderer
planted drugs

at her home after her death

to make it look
like she was an addict?

OK, time to pee.

You're like one of those
overexcited company directors

that's loaded like a mule?

OK, that's not...

Jennifer wasn't meant to drink it.

And...

Damn, it's all your fault, Laroune.

It's your fucking fault!

With Jennifer,

you had a world-class player.

Look,

he wanted to bench her on Saturday

and make this kid a regular

out of nowhere.

You put the amphetamines
in Samira's flask

so she would test positive

and Jipé would
have to take Jennifer back.

Except that Samira arrived late.

She argued with Jipé

and left her bottle on the bench.

Jennifer drank it.

I'm not a murderer.

I didn't want to kill anyone.

It's a bit late for that.

That's a red card, Mr. Burgaud.

If you'd like to follow me.

I think now is a good time
to tell him.

He just lost his sponsor,

so you can enjoy your revenge.

Are those the ones your father used?

With the stars,
it'll be as clear as day.

They'll do.

What exactly are you going to do?

I'd rather not tell you.

The less you know,
the better for you.

Really?

I'm kidding, Mom. Stop.

Kiss Zacharie.
He'll be asleep when I get home.

-Marianne?
-Yes?

I won't let him stay up too long.

Well, if there's a tie,

you have to play a third.

So?

So far, nothing.

-Is this the building?
-Yes.

My mother made pancakes
for Zacharie's snack.

Would you like some?

I won't say no.

Pancake, towel.

Thank you.

Come on, Ronnie. Take the bait.

It's funny. You're so busy

that you haven't asked me
about Selma.

That's right.

What's up?
How are you and Selma getting on?

The same.

I see.

Yes, except
that we saw each other again.

Yeah?

Saw... saw?

Saw saw, yes.

So?

Officially,
she's still with her boyfriend,

but I have a feeling
she's coming along.

Let's just say we want
to see each other again.

See each other again. Like, see see?

Right.

That's his car.

Come on.

-Did you get it?
-I have it.

Got it.

He's gone, Pastor.

He'll have to explain that.