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DATE WITH DEATH

When you plant a tree, it doesn't suddenly provide you with shade.

No, it has to be watered, to take root and grow!

Nothing personal, but that kind of smooth talk...

But look at your posters:

"A bank with a human face to promote your projects."

Who's the smooth talker?

Madame Sept-Vents, we've been "watering" you for months.

Your account is in the red.

If your family hadn't been a customer for several generations,

we'd have turned off the tap by now.

Face facts, Lila.

Online dating sites are everywhere. Your business isn't viable.

Wait, listen.

So far I've mostly invested but the results are coming.

Not on your bank account they aren't.

I don't expect you to be in the black overnight.

Oh, that's cool!

But I need your account

to be back on track by the end of the month.

Wait... by the end of the month, you mean the end of next month?

Because this one is...

The end of THIS month.

So...

Excuse me, my next appointment is here.

Our new real estate agent: Alban Moulin.

He's taking over from the unfortunate Gaël Lemoine.

Mr Moulin, come in.

CLOSED FOR FUNERAL

Oh, Alain...

Alban... Moulin.

Alban, sorry.

It's OK, I'm new here.

You'll get used to it.

Lila Sept-Vents. I run ARDO.

ARDO?

The dating agency, on the square.

- Ah yes, with the blue shutters. - That's the one.

Sorry for being so direct.

Maybe you could do me...

a small favor, kind of...

What do you mean by...?

I need some cash, fast,

and my whole ground floor is available.

Ah, so you're looking for a tenant.

Well, kind of. I'm not actually the owner.

You want to sublet?

Yes.

Sorry but I don't do things like that.

To your very great credit.

Couldn't we regard it as a favor between businesses?

For the survival of my company.

We all know each other here.

People talk and they talk.

Reputations are made and destroyed in a flash.

- You've no idea. - Ah, yes.

I'd have to visit the premises to estimate the rent.

With pleasure.

I'd come with you but I have to attend your predecessor's funeral.

Yes, the suicide, it's awful.

Ghastly.

Great keychain!

I love my Beauceron

Wait till you meet the dog!

Enjoy the funeral...

Don't say it, I'm late.

Poor Madame Lemoine. I'd better have a word.

Wait... you could speak on our behalf too.

On behalf of the family.

Honestly, brothers!

It's no good having muscles if you can't even comfort an old lady.

Honestly!

Don't move, just leave!

To leave, I have to move, Georges.

Don't you recognize me? Samson.

Joseph's son.

No!

Joseph's son left 15 years ago. He's a cop now.

I know, it's me.

The cop has come home.

Remember the motorcycle?

You always loved that bike.

Remember?

There you go.

You're crazy!

It isn't your house.

Your father swapped with Mr Vaillant for an apartment in Agatha Villa.

What?! Who's Vaillant?

The new owner.

He wants to make a luxury rental.

Look, this is my house. Since it's empty, I'm moving in.

No!

Mr Vaillant pays me to guard his property.

Come on, Georges, this will be our little secret.

I just need a place for a few days, then I'll be gone.

No.

I said no!

Give me the key.

Where am I meant to stay?

He was my friend, you know.

OUR friend.

He'll always be in our hearts.

You're sweet, Lila.

But you don't believe this suicide business anymore than I do, right?

Well...

You saw a lot of Gaël.

Was there any sign that he wasn't well?

People who kill themselves leave a note.

Lila... come here!

You never know what's going on in people's heads.

Yes, I knew my son.

Come here!

I can't help thinking the gendarmes missed something.

Excuse me a moment.

Sorry but...

I have something... unexpected to tell you

You're in for a shock.

Go ahead, Sidonie, I've already had plenty today.

OK.

I wanted to warn you... No, Lila, let it go!

Samson?

Here she is now.

Lila!

It's good to see you.

You run off like a thief,

not a word for 15 years, then you dare just turn up?

Excuse me? I didn't catch that.

Give me a moment, let me explain.

No, you're not explaining anything. Get out!

Mr Brion's here about your offer.

What?!

I didn't offer that scumbag anything!

But I was led to believe

you wanted to "unofficially" rent out your ground floor.

Wait, excuse me.

How did you manage to find me the one guy I can't possibly accept?

I'd go home but there's a new owner.

Shame you didn't ask your dad before coming.

Look, Lila,

apparently finding you a tenant is a matter of life or death.

Not exactly...

I'm wasting time

listening to this nonsense. You can go now!

Really?

Yes, really.

Here, a month's rent...

plus two months' deposit.

No!

Alright... two months' rent.

No, don't insist!

You know there isn't exactly a scramble for the room.

Quite.

- OK, three months. - Are you kidding?

Go on, then.

- Your commission. - Oh, no need.

Whatever.

Well, I'll leave you to it, then.

So...

let me be clear:

All this part is yours, you can also use the kitchen and toilet.

But that's all.

If I catch you upstairs, I swear I'll gouge your eye out.

Don't worry, you'll barely hear me snore.

I don't care, this is just my office.

Well... bye!

Bye.

Come on, Torpedo.

Looks like I've got a new roommate. Right, Torpedo?

Come on, Torpedo... Torpedo!

Come here!

Lila, wait for me!

Coming!

Madame Lemoine, I'm so sorry. I just heard about Gaël.

- Are you looking for Lila? - No.

It's you I came to see, Samson Brion.

Well, come in.

There's more talk around here about you than about my son's funeral.

You know how people are, they still feel a great affection for Gaël, and for you.

Sorry about the mess.

They say it was suicide but it isn't true.

I know it isn't.

A mother feels those things.

The truth is that the investigation was botched.

Which is why I'm here.

I know you're a cop, a great one apparently.

I want you to investigate.

I can't just take over an investigation.

I don't want anything official,

just proof that this suicide theory is wrong.

I'm sorry but I can't.

I'm so angry!

I've become desperate.

I have no one else to turn to.

I'll see but I can't promise anything. I'm just passing through.

Some will tell you he had a messy divorce two years ago,

or that his venture into real estate didn't work out for him

but it's all nonsense.

He'd been better for some time.

He was happy!

We owe him this, Samson.

Only you can find out who murdered him.

Only you!

OK.

I knew you'd take it badly

but I didn't think you'd punch him!

Lila, what's got into you?

It's Samson after all, your brother's best friend?

Stan's childhood friend, your son's godfather... I know!

Oh sorry, it's you who should have flattened him.

I'd have talked to him, heard out his excuses.

There are no excuses, he didn't come to Stan's funeral,

or even contact you or me.

Lila, that hurt me too.

But time passes.

It was 15 years ago.

Yoo-hoo!

Sorry I'm late but everyone's talking about Lila's exploits.

I couldn't resist!

- Are you OK? - Yes, I'm fine!

So...

You punched a cop before hosting him downstairs from your office?

Not hosting, ripping off.

If I wasn't about to be bankrupt, I'd have sent him packing.

But it raises a few questions.

Some say you used to be in love with him.

What?! Me, in love with Samson?

Absolute bullshit!

When I hung out with him and my brother, I was 6.

You were 16 when he left.

Enough already!

Look, it's Etienne Loubet.

That's wild.

He enrolled at the agency, remember?

This is awful, he died in a diving accident.

Yes, the poor thing.

Ah, Sidonie's calling me.

We'll talk later.

DECEASED

I found a room. Bit dingy but it's off the record.

Nothing is signed.

I put it about that you're in Spain. Keep a low profile.

Yeah, don't worry, it's just a small village.

Good, from now on, communicate only with me.

OK, but how long do I need to hide out here for?

What does "provisional" mean? I haven't got any money.

Leave that to me. Just take care of yourself.

Hi.

Your CCTV cameras...

Ah, the perfect gendarmerie! Calm and studious.

Oh boy.

I see someone has already taken a swing at you.

Yeah.

Fighting is in the Brion blood.

His father was always getting into drunken fights.

Yeah, now you're bored with nothing to do.

Hello, Captain.

It's nice to meet a local legend!

Lieutenant Max Lejeune.

How do you do?

I have to go. What's this about?

Gaël Lemoine. I have a few questions.

So? You're out of your jurisdiction here.

The Lemoine case is closed. Keep your questions to yourself.

Finish the report on the collision

at Vivier-sur-Mer, and take no shit from tourists!

OK?

Bye, Gavin.

Not very cooperative, is he?

Just think, a guy from here, in charge of Narcotics in Marseille!

I'm applying for a promotion

but I don't think I have your ability.

Police or gendarmerie, the exams

are the same, I can give you a few tips.

To help you get out of this dump!

You'd do that?

Of course!

By the way, do you still have the CCTV footage from the train station?

I guess so but you heard the Commander.

I'm not criticizing your work.

Gaël was a friend, his mother too.

This suicide has destroyed her,

I need to check nothing was missed.

I'd know more if I could see the videos.

I just don't want any problems.

But I'm on duty tonight, so I can watch the videos.

Tell me what you're looking for and I'll check.

Thanks, Max.

In a hurry, Yann?

A dead sheep has been reported on the Garenne road.

Well, I didn't see anything.

Still, I'd better check no animals have escaped.

I understand.

- Well, good luck! - Thanks.

236, 237, 238, 239...

242, 243, 244, 245...

All present and correct.

Not now, Lila.

Apparently his quad bike flipped over in a rut.

He was crushed under the weight.

That's awful.

Two deaths in week in the village!

Hi, Sid.

Come on in.

DECEASED

There.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Thanks, Manon, we'll be fine.

Yes, sorry.

Bravo, Sid, this place is great.

No one's called me Sid since Stan died.

And my godson?

He looks just like his father.

Last time I saw him,

he was only small.

Can I see him?

Sure, drop by whenever you like.

Nathan needs to hear about his father

and I'm running out of anecdotes.

You know, Sid,

I didn't receive Lila's letter about Stan's death till a long time after.

I was working undercover for months.

And you've been undercover a lot over the last 15 years too.

I know, I have no excuse.

I didn't react right away because...

Stan's death devastated me.

The longer I left it,

the harder it was to get back in touch with you.

I hear there was an accident last night.

Yes, it's awful. Yann Bellan.

Yann Bellan?

Son of the sheep farmer in La Garenne.

His quad bike hit a rut and flipped over on top of him.

To think we've only just buried Gaël Lemoine.

Seems Gaël killed himself.

I don't believe it.

It was foggy, I think he slipped. A stupid accident.

As stupid as getting crushed under a quad bike.

Three of my customers dead. It's getting to be ridiculous.

I agree, just bad luck.

Madame Lemoine.

I brought some of Gaël's things plus his laptop, for your investigation.

Investigation? What investigation?

So you have some news?

It's too soon to say for sure but certain things make me wonder.

- Coffee and cookies? - No, thanks.

Yes, please! Just coffee, not too strong, with sugar.

Coming up.

Excuse me.

Cookie?

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

- Coffee? - Thanks.

Coffee?

So what brings you here, Jeanne?

Samson is looking into Gaël's suspicious death.

Suspicious? But it was suic... an accident.

This is a private matter. I don't need an assistant, so...

Anyway I'm grateful to you.

Thanks to your dating agency, Gaël had moved on from his divorce.

I believe he'd met someone.

Gaël was a client of the agency?

Sorry, I have to go!

Eric?

- Are you OK? - Yes.

How about lunch on a terrace in Cancale?

Right now? No, sorry.

I'm in a meeting.

Having said that, I could eat a horse!

- Sure, and you can't keep refusing me. - No!

Yet I can't come!

The hairdresser's computer has crashed.

I promised to go fix it between noon and two.

Can you give me a lift?

- Yeah. - Great!

I love your car, it's so beautiful.

Bet it has a huge engine!

Who's the buck with the soft top?

Eric Vaillant, a successful real estate developer.

Probably our next mayor.

He does a lot for the village.

So he's the bastard who steals old guys' farms?

That's unfair.

Eric moved your father into a lovely studio in Agatha Villa.

Everyone is very happy there.

It's win-win for the valiant promoter.

I thought Lila had better taste.

Mr Brion, you have a visitor.

Hello, Dad.

You finally remembered that you had a father.

You, on the other hand,

forgot your son and sold our house.

Just to land in this... rabbit hutch.

The Agatha Villa is just an old folks' home.

We had land, we had cattle.

It was you who left. With my bike!

Left me alone, and sick.

Alcoholic, you mean.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

I came to see how you were.

I'm OK.

In case you were wondering, I stopped drinking.

That's good.

As long as it lasts.

That's all that's left of the past.

Your mother never left me.

What did you do with all our things?

I left them there.

Where else?

Did that jerk pay you well for our family life?

I hope you put some money aside.

Alcohol-free. Not great but you get used to it.

I bet you were ripped off.

That asshole will build houses on our field.

What's it to you after 15 years? It was up to you

to look after the farm.

And I didn't?

Who took your cows out at 5am every day while you stewed in your bed?

Why do you think I left?

And why did you come back?

You're right, coming back was a dumb idea.

Bye, Dad.

I stopped drinking but I'm still stupid, is that it?

Samson!

Leave your bike for a while.

Look, I made an apple pie.

- Yum, I love apple pie! - You do?

Here you go, honey.

Take it easy, you'll get it everywhere.

- So, a big slice or a small one? - Big!

A big one?

Lila, are you there?

Lila?

The bitch!

Oh, I agree, Eric has his qualities.

But he thinks you're in luck if he likes you.

I can't bear it!

Why don't you tell him, so everyone's clear about it?

You're right, I should. Obviously.

But the look on his face when I blank him is priceless!

The big cop. So predictable!

Well, good luck with that.

Bullshit.

Of course!

You still remember that?

Shit!

Come back.

Sidonie?

I don't believe it!

So, don't the police want you anymore?

How about you? Did the army kick you out?

Demobilized.

Nasty wound, in Mali.

But I was luckier than poor old Stan.

And you?

Wounded in action too.

So I took the opportunity to come home.

I came to see Nathan.

Don't expect a warm welcome.

Yeah, I know.

They live there.

Stan was doing this place up so they could move in.

I used to help out when we were on leave.

Now I carry on the work alone.

It's the least I can do.

I could help out till I get recalled to Marseille.

The Sept-Vents brothers might not like it but I wouldn't say no.

It's a way to make it up to the family, right?

I'll leave you to it.

Good luck!

Come in!

Hi.

- You OK? - Yeah.

Nat, look who's come to see you.

Hi, Nathan.

It's great to meet you.

The spitting image of your dad at the same age.

Nat, he's your godfather.

Who waited 15 years to see his godson?

A deserter more like.

I really want us to get to know each other.

How about I drop you at school on my bike?

Tom takes me.

He doesn't just pretend to care.

You forgot something.

Oh, thanks.

Like Stan, always forgetting things.

Sorry but right now Nathan ticks all the teenager boxes.

He's bound to reject me, I've been crap.

Here.

When I say all the boxes,

I mean he's protective with his mom, demanding...

How are you anyway?

Your life as a woman?

If you mean Tom, you're wrong.

He's just a friend.

He was close to Stan and he's important to Nathan.

I was thinking more of Lila's speed-dating parties.

Aren't you being a bit nosey?

Sure but I'm interested!

At first it was just a way to help out Lila

but to be honest, I think I like it.

You're entitled to rebuild your life.

Nathan doesn't think so.

He hates me trying to replace his father.

He got so angry last time.

Now I sneak in when I come home.

Not that anyone ever contacts me.

Excuse me.

I have the info - Maxj&

I must go.

Of course, I understand.

Ouch! If you're this clumsy undercover, no wonder you got hurt.

Why are you in my office?

Why were you in mine?

Nothing gets past me.

Being an IT expert is handy.

- I know what you want to find out. - Yeah, what?

Whether I know.

But I know that you know I know you wouldn't know.

I didn't get any of that.

I know that two men listed in your agency

died "accidentally" within a week. I don't believe in coincidences.

Actually, it's three, not two.

I know.

Etienne Loubet's diving accident. I had to search your office

to find that out!

But I just told you!

I had no idea the big-shot cop was investigating here.

Until proven otherwise, they're accidents.

Except I have proof.

- This is your proof? - Yes.

All you can see is track.

Someone redirected the camera away from the platform.

Not necessarily, maybe a gust of wind.

So the gendarmerie says. That would take a storm.

But there was no wind, it was misty.

So what now?

I'll see if there's a link to this quad bike accident.

OK, let's go.

What are you doing? No, stay here.

What is this bullshit?

Your agency is implicated, you can't be judge and judged.

On the contrary, you tell me what you know,

I provide info on my clients.

No, Lila, it's my case, I know what I'm doing, thanks.

So this is for my own good?

Like not letting me go to the funfair with you and Stan?

What?!

That was 20 years ago. You still hold a grudge?

Yes. Because I was desperate to go with you.

You still think about that? I was right.

You were too small, it was for your own good, just like this.

I'm still looking out for you.

The Bellans know me and trust me. But you, on your own...

Don't worry, I won't be on my own.

OK, Georges, let's do it. But be discreet!

Discreet, yes.

Hey, that an A-421! My dad had one.

Never mind the tractor!

Got a wrench?

We're here for the quad bike.

Now come here, forget about the tractor.

What do you think? Over here!

Battery.

OK.

Oil.

OK.

Fuel.

Gas.

Gas?

Gas: OK.

Steering...

When that dog's around, a pretty girl is nearby.

You'd have made a great cop.

And Lila, a lousy spy!

Torpedo, I looked everywhere for you.

Now that we're here...

A lousy spy but what an actress!

I do my best... well?

- So everything is in order? - All good.

But you should never tape up the grips.

The gears get stuck.

It's dangerous.

Tape?

Tape?

The grips are still sticky.

Tape?

Tape, yes!

Yann would have noticed if the grips were stuck.

Unless he was unconscious.

They started up the quad, jammed the accelerator

and put him on it to make it look like an accident... Let's go!

Georges... Georges!

It's logical to conclude that like Gaël and Etienne Loubet

Yann Bellan was murdered too.

Careful, Lila!

I'd rather go back on my bike.

Even with Georges driving.

Why are their deaths linked to my agency?

You tell me. Did they have anything else in common?

I doubt it.

Gaël was a real estate agent in Bazouge.

Loubet was a diving instructor in Cancale.

Yann worked here on the family farm.

Maybe Yann and Gaël's paths crossed at the bistro.

Neither knew Etienne, who didn't know them.

The common denominator

is your speed-dating sessions and a shared enemy they met there.

Who and why?

Maybe a woman who was spurned by all three.

Here we go. Has to be a woman!

How about a man killing off his rivals?

As I was just about to suggest.

This'll be the end of my agency.

Plus you're broke.

OK, Torpedo?

Sorry, it just slipped out.

For now, there's no bad buzz to fear.

Mine's the only investigation and it's unofficial.

No more secrecy. I want access to all your files.

That's non-negotiable!

First, go to the ARDO website.

Then download the app.

You set up the site and app yourself?

Of course! The hard bit...

is the front-end design and UX.

The backend is just a Java server with API REST and database.

Yeah, easy.

So Etienne Loubet...

saw the 12 women at my last session.

A broad-minded boy.

Now Gaël Lemoine...

He reviewed four.

Yann Bellan... five.

I'll cross-reference their results.

They have only three women in common:

Jessica Callec, Sarah Michel

and Manon Quémeneur.

Can you profile each of them?

So, Jessica Callec...

No, she moved to Brest before the first murder.

I saw Manon Quémeneur at the Esperluette. She's nice.

Hot too.

She put a lot into her profile picture. Anyway, you can forget her.

- Why's that? - She's my roommate!

Is living with you a badge of morality?

She works with Sidonie, she comes home every night.

If she'd killed three guys, I'd have noticed something.

How did she react to the deaths?

Neither surprised nor shocked.

Well... maybe she acted a little weird.

- Weird? - Look...

Can I move on to the third one, please?

Yes.

Thank you.

Sarah Michel. She runs the riding center

at Cherrueix.

I've seen her too. She was at the station.

We have nothing here. Rejection doesn't hold up as a motive.

Unless subsequent meetings went wrong.

Yeah.

They'd need to be questioned discreetly without them feeling suspected.

Easy. We do the goat trick!

- The goat? - Yes!

Another speed-dating session.

Who still bothers with speed dating?

Lots of people.

After all the video conferences, in-person meetings are a big hit.

We take the same participants, replacing the three victims.

The murderer

- or murderess - falls into our trap.

And?

We work together, hand in hand, like a proper team.

Deal?

Deal.

Deal.

I'll recruit the gals, you, the guys.

I was thinking the other way round.

Too late!

Speed dating.

I really wanted a big cream cake.

When she does that, she's after something.

True.

It's crazy how well you know me.

As you know, I have some issues with my bank.

You want money?

No... no!

No. But I did my accounts.

If I bring my speed-dating session forward by a week, I'm good.

Next Tuesday.

No, I'd have to lie to Nathan again.

Discretion is my middle name!

Alright, but it's the last time.

Thank you.

And you?

No.

How so, no?

No, as in no.

I've done my bit already.

Plus on Tuesday, I'm already booked.

Really?

I don't know what you're planning for Tuesday...

Not that it's any of my business.

But this one will be totally different, a real blast.

Although the others were great too.

We have new participants and they're hot!

No.

Excuse me.

The cute guy everyone is talking about. Will he be there?

Samson?

Yes.

Yes, absolutely... Absolutely!

How did you get him on board?

Can you can sign me up?

With pleasure!

Thanks.

Isn't the entrecote served with French fries?

You should have said when you ordered.

Right.

Hi.

Care to join me?

Yeah.

I know it takes time to build up a clientele.

- May I? - Go ahead.

Which is why I helped out Madame Sept-Vents.

Sorry, the rent wasn't a good deal for you.

Don't worry, Alban.

I've smoothed things out with my landlady.

You actually did me a favor, so I owe you one.

As for expanding your customer base,

I may have an idea.

And you'll meet some lovely ladies along the way.

But maybe you aren't single?

Yes, I am, so I might be interested.

Good. Lila has organized a speed-dating session for Tuesday.

No charge to you.

Won't Miss Lila mind?

No, leave it to me.

- Well, that's great! - So it's a deal?

It's a deal!

- I'll just take another... - Please do!

With pleasure.

Hi, Malo.

Hi, Kevin.

It's been a while.

I'd have told you to fuck right off.

Just stay away from my family!

Maybe that's up to Lila and Sidonie to decide.

Otherwise I'm fine, thanks.

Nice to see you too.

Come on, Kevin, let him eat.

- The Sept-Vents are fiery. - What was that?

Enjoy your meal!

Hello?

Hi, Joelle... Jo... Joëlle...

Joëlle? Sorry.

Lila Sept-Vents, from the ARDO agency.

We've brought forward our speed dating by a week.

Next Tuesday.

Ah, Nathan!

Nice to see you.

No, my nephew just got here.

It's not you.

Great, I'll sign you up for Tuesday.

Bye, Joëlle.

- Are you OK? - Fine, you?

Great! I'm glad you're here, I have something for you.

For me?

Wait... here.

No way! The Serial Cannibal show in Rennes next Tuesday.

But how? It's a total sellout.

I'm a whizz on networks.

So you're coming too?

I'd love to but I have so much work.

One of your uncles will be happy to go with you.

I have something for you too, from Grandma.

Crab lasagna!

Staying for lunch?

I'll warm it up.

It's great you came, I'm snowed under with no lunch break in sight.

Well, I'm not hungry. I'm off.

Thanks for the tickets. Very nice of you.

What's up with him?

Oh no.

Stupid cow. That's what's up.

This is my fifth message.

I'm not stupid, I just want you to take your share of the blame

and tell me what's going on.

Ever hear of knocking?

Sorry.

Dammit, this is my space, so just knock, OK?

OK, I said I was sorry.

You're in bad a mood.

Anyway I contacted all the participants, we have no withdrawals.

We can do this damn speed dating!

OK, good.

We'll put cameras in the room and mike-up the tables.

I'll keep tabs and look for anything suspicious.

Better still, take part. Then you have a front row seat.

No way.

You have to,

I promised the women you'd be there.

Forget it.

But undercover missions are your thing, just take part!

Fuck you.

What?!

It's fun, you'll see.

It's like when you hit on any other woman.

But, Lila, it's the women who hit on me.

You're very arrogant in your old age.

Yeah.

Close the door!

Fuck you!

Stan, Samson, wait for me!

Lila! Are you following me again?

I want to come to the funfair with you!

No, you're too small.

But I want to come too.

No, leave us alone, go home.

Go now and we'll give you four chocolate bears.

Six.

Six? You always have to ask for more.

Six then. We'll get going.

Bye, Lila.

Manon?

What are you doing?

Looking for my mustard sweater.

Why would I borrow stuff that doesn't fit?

Oh no, I'm not accusing you of anything.

You're welcome to borrow stuff.

It's probably Torpedo, he loves to spread my stuff around.

I've never seen him do that.

I didn't know you and Etienne Loubet...

He never called me once he got what he wanted.

By the way, I changed my mind, I'll come to your speed dating tonight.

Really? May I ask why...?

I changed my mind? Because Samson will be there.

I never scored with a cop before.

Is that a problem?

Oh no.

No, not at all.

I'm glad you're coming.

Great!

I've never seen you like this.

You look lovely.

I was still a teenager when you left.

Before we start, we'll try a practice run.

To warm me up.

Exactly. Well, no, as a rehearsal.

Rehearsal?

You meet all the women who signed up,

not just Manon and Sarah.

So four minutes of chitchat.

I poked around Manon's room and found a photo of her

embracing Etienne Loubet.

They had an affair?

She never mentioned it.

After the session, I'll intercept the men who try to contact them.

Intercept them how?

The guys connect to my platform

to send assessments to the women by email or SMS.

Assessments like...?

There are three options:

Thank you - a polite refusal -

see you soon - the door is still open -

or when can I see you again? So when can I see you?

Well... whenever you like.

I'm not taking part, just explaining.

So if the men match up with our two targets,

neither Sarah nor Manon will receive the message.

Officially, you'll be the only one.

- The only one? - Yep.

During the session, get them to talk about the "accidents".

If you sense something juicy coming,

give me a sign and I'll delay the gong.

A sign like...?

That's fine. Whatever.

It's funny, in my cop work I've done some dangerous things

but here... I'm nervous.

Thanks.

Samson?

She's so over the top.

Already?

Did I hurt you?

Good evening.

Hi, Samson.

Do I know you?

I'm sorry.

I'm fine.

Amandine?

Blangevin.

Amandine Blangevin!

Sarah Michel. I run the riding center outside town.

Hauling bales of straw all day, obviously develops your muscles!

Did you change something?

Yes, the braces.

The braces!

Riding builds up the whole body.

Wait till you feel the inside of my thighs.

To think he was reluctant.

- OK. - Well...

- Braces! - The braces.

Braces!

Introduce yourself.

Samson Brion, deserter.

I come to support a fellow struggler in peril.

Join the club!

Any good encounters?

No.

So what are your selection criteria?

Conversation... profession... looks...

You've been badly briefed, Samson.

Here, like anywhere else, it's the man who selects his prey.

But we can change the rules if you like.

Are you game?

I'm game!

I've never done speed dating, I'm nervous.

Me too. Although I'm used to it.

Maybe the fact you're a cop makes it feel like an interrogation.

Yes.

At least you know who you're dealing with.

Lila tells me you had a bad experience.

The diving instructor in Cancale?

Hearing about the death of a man you dated...

It affects you.

So it might have gone on if he hadn't...

Hadn't drowned?

You have a funny way of wowing the girls.

I'm sorry, it's my professional training.

I thought I had something with Etienne.

I left several messages but he never called back.

That's why I stopped coming to these evenings.

But Lila is my friend.

Right?

So was that fun?

Yeah, excellent.

Say, did I get any likes? Just curious.

Yes, of course.

Eleven likes

from twelve women present!

I've found my champion!

Sidonie gave the only negative.

If you can't find a soulmate, you're a lot cause.

If we weren't investigating, I'd chase up one or two girls.

When can we do it again?

So...

Sarah?

Ah yes, Sarah.

Typical man-eater. Very flirty.

Rather nice but not to be messed with.

And Manon?

Manon? Very pretty, very charming.

But a little too defensive.

Is this the cop talking?

I'd even say she's a potential murderer.

We'll see in phase two of our plan.

Right.

Did you download the app?

No.

Well, do it!

Ask Manon and Sarah for a date.

Right away, it makes a better impression.

Don't be the guy who hesitates!

I wouldn't mind contacting Amandine Blangevin.

A suspect?

No, just for the fun of it.

Well, thanks, both of you.

I had a really great evening.

I enjoyed it!

- That's great! - So thanks.

I think I got a lead or two.

At least I hope so.

Great!

Well done, Alban.

What's wrong?

Tom's picking me up.

Really? Why?

Problem with Nathan.

- He didn't go to the show? - No.

He thought you and me fixed it up so I'd have a free run tonight.

I'm so sorry.

I think it's my fault.

When Nathan came by, a list of speed daters was on my screen.

He must have spotted your name.

It's the last time, Lila. This is a lesson for me.

I can't let you say that.

How many times have I done this? Three?

Four, counting tonight.

You realize I haven't had a single proposition?

Same again tonight... nothing!

Nothing.

It's probably for the best.

Accepting the first offer because you're lonely

is frankly even more depressing.

Hi, Lila.

How did it go?

Hi, Tom, where's Nathan? I'd like a word with him.

Try calling but he'll hang up on you. He went to sleep at your mom's.

It's my fault. It's his way of sulking.

I'll try talking to him but you know how he feels.

Yes, I know, he's a Sept-Vents, he doesn't do subtlety.

Bye, Lila.

See you.

Problem?

Always the same.

Lectured by her brothers, Nathan getting the huff...

Stan died a hero so Sidonie has to mourn her whole life!

Anyway I sent an invitation to Sidonie.

Amazing that no one has asked her.

That's nice.

I'd have done it sooner but she's so hot, I figured she'd refuse me.

No.

- No? - No, no.

- OK? - Always, when I see you.

Me even more so.

- I'm going kiss you. - You are?

You're going to kiss me?

Up you get!

You can't stay in bed.

More of a crappy sofa than a bed.

Anyway...

I've got some big news.

The wolf has a date with the goat.

Translate?

Manon and Sarah want to see you.

Sarah also contacted two other men

but I intercepted the messages.

But you're Manon's only choice.

Cool. So I see her first?

Precisely. I sent you her number, you can call her.

Now?

Right away!

I just woke up.

Come on!

Hello? Hi, Manon, it's Samson Brion.

Sorry for calling you so early,

I wanted to catch you before you go to work.

You're off today?

I hope I didn't wake you up.

Only I was wondering if we could have a coffee or meet up.

Lunch? Sure.

With pleasure.

OK... At midday?

Can't wait!

See you later.

Great. Take care.

There you go!

Are you done cooing?

I was laying it on thick, Lila.

I was joking, Samson!

So where's lunch?

Devil's Point.

Really? It's closed out of season.

Plus it's a remote spot. Have you got a gun?

I've been on far more dangerous missions than lunch

with a woman who just fell for

my sultry charms.

Still afraid of heights?

I'm not afraid of heights!

Yeah, sure.

What's this?

You're going to carry a wire.

You work for the Brittany mafia?

No, but I love gadgets. Take your sweater off.

But I'm all dressed now.

Please.

Hi.

It's closed.

Well, this isn't exactly high season.

But we don't care about eating, right?

We can enjoy the sea air.

Look over there.

A view to die for.

I'm not keen on dying but it's lovely.

Shall we?

It's lovely but high.

Are you afraid?

No.

- When did you move here? - 2½ years ago.

- You like it? - Yeah, it's good.

If my company bothers you, say so.

No, not at all. Sorry.

Here, come a little closer.

Careful, Samson, it's slippery.

Come on.

One false step and you'll fall onto the rocks.

Look.

See how beautiful it is.

I can't hear.

Fucking microphone!

Pretty good!

Manon, why did you bring me here?

To push me off and make it look like an accident perhaps?

Are you freaking out?

So you think I'm a murderer?

No.

- Wait, Manon... - Don't take me for a fool!

I caught Lila poking around. How do you think I felt?

It was nothing personal, honey.

Look, three guys you had dates with are now dead.

It raises questions.

Shall I tell you about those guys? The first is smitten with his ex.

The second just wanted to get laid. The third stood me up.

So there!

Are these motives for murder?

You two get carried away together.

- I'm sorry, Manon. - Bye.

That was stupid.

Lila? Forget Manon. What's urgent now is Sarah.

Send me her file.

OK?

Meeting Sarah, the redhead from the riding center. Onto a winner?

Alban has a date with Sara. You said you'd blocked his messages!

But it isn't possible, I intercepted the message!

Alban this is Samson.

Whatever you do, don't let Sarah in.

I'm on my way, I'll explain later!

I don't believe it.

You've reached Samson...

No, Samson!

Alban?

Alban!

Fuck!

Alban!

Where's the other man?

Over there. He's shaken up but refuses to go to hospital.

You look like shit but you're alive!

- Don't tell me you were worried. - No!

Not in the slightest.

That's alright, then

You're OK?

I'm good.

What was the explosion?

Was it Sarah?

I guess.

Let's ask her.

She dares to come back.

Did something happen to Alban?

Yeah, his house blew up. He's injured, as you probably know.

No, I called him an hour ago about a viewing.

I got held up with the vet. A mare was giving birth.

You say his house blew up? Were you inside?

Yeah, I was.

He was assaulted, I got out before it went up.

You're hurt too!

My, it's deep...

Pathetic!

Dr Bouvier, it's Lila... No, Torpedo is fine.

No, it's about the Cherrueix riding center.

A mare just had a foal?

Yeah, it was a tricky business.

Yeah?

So you turned up right on cue in time to get him out?

Now that was lucky.

Especially for you. Yet another death in your village...

Go ahead, act the wise guy. But I think you know more

than you're letting on.

Three calls in 10 minutes. Must be urgent.

Why not answer?

So you get my full attention, Commander.

Hot off the press! Forensics say the explosion was triggered remotely

by a small box with a SIM card.

Proper science fiction, then.

You got him out just in time.

If you'd tried to cut the gas, you'd both be dead.

Bravo!

Lucky I made the right choice, eh?

Where the hell are you? It's urgent!

So can I leave you to investigate?

Just call me if you need anything.

We've got our eye on you!

Bye, Gavin.

He's good!

I warn you, I can't protect your agency.

That fucking gendarme has got me in his sights.

I know, I'm freaking out too.

Now the vet has ruled out Sarah,

I've had a rethink.

It could be two accidents and one murder or two murders. Or even three murders!

Now explain it to me.

Here.

Calmly.

OK.

I checked every girl who was contacted by at least two of the victims,

this time including those who didn't respond positively.

I noticed something that had escaped me.

So?

Sidonie.

Sidonie?

She was contacted by three victims.

Four including Alban, who asked her out last night.

Each time she immediately said no.

She complained that no one ever contacted her.

So she's lying?

No, I don't think she ever received the messages.

I figure... it's either a parametric error

or a changed ID that wasn't updated on her phone,

hence no messages.

Or she was hacked.

I bet Sidonie keeps the same password.

No, not him.

What?

There's another phone number on file for Sidonie.

One I know by heart.

Whose?

Nathan's!

I hear it was an attack. In Bazouges! Whatever next?

Unbelievable.

Excuse me, ma'am, is the person who lives here still alive?

Why don't you ask them?

What are you doing here?

I have a key so I came in to make coffee.

OK.

Any news from Nathan?

He slept at his grandmother's again.

He wouldn't let her take him to school.

He left early by bike, saying he'd wait in the canteen.

He's giving me a wide berth.

It'll blow over.

Yeah.

But it's understandable.

Seeing his mother frantically trying to replace his father...

Put yourself in his shoes. It's shocking.

Frantically?

I allow myself one lousy evening a month

to have some fun, get out a little.

Nathan has no right to judge me.

I should have told him, it's true.

Did he say anything to you?

Just that Stan was irreplaceable. Except by me.

Your son isn't blind.

He recognizes people's true value.

Isn't it up to me to decide who I want in my life?

No, Sidonie.

Sit down and listen to me.

- Excuse me? - I said sit down and listen!

Isn't Sidonie here? I need to talk to her son.

I can't find either of them.

I have news about Nathan and it isn't good.

The school called to say he's been absent.

I left Sidonie a message but haven't heard a peep.

Things must be hotting up.

OK.

Teenagers skipping class is no big deal.

Lila?

What's bothering you?

Can you tell me?

Or maybe you're still wary of me.

No.

I'm so sorry, I've been really crap. A lousy friend.

I wasn't so great either.

Plus me playing games with Samson was what got Alban attacked.

Frankly Lila,

if these are murders, we need to tell the cops, it's too dangerous.

Maybe that's Sido.

Samson.

Hello?

It's me, any news?

Sidonie has vanished, Nathan is playing truant.

Then he could have been at Alban's yesterday.

Are you crazy?

You're not suggesting your godson is a murderer!

Just stating the facts. The idea must have occurred to you too.

Aside from Nathan, who has access to his phone?

Who do you think?

He leaves it lying around. Sidonie, my brothers, his buddies...

And Tom.

Oh fuck!

WEAPONS ARTIFICER

Without Stan,

I wouldn't be here. He sacrificed himself for us.

And I promised to take care of you and Nathan!

That's why I'm fixing up that place for you that Stan was so fond of.

But no! You just want to flirt with your customers.

Guys who only want to bed you! I read their messages.

Pathetic messages promising you the moon to abuse your naivety!

You intercepted messages to me?

To protect you, Sidonie!

Because it's my duty!

And because I love you!

I love you. And you know it.

So why do you keep running around?

Messages from who?

From Gaël?

From Yann? From Alban?

You need to root out the bad seeds to purge the earth!

What are you doing?!

Reporting me to the police? After all I've done for you?

No, you're not going to betray me. Not you!

Let me go! Swear you've done nothing to Nathan!

I just used him.

He started it all.

First he replaced your number with his own on Lila's website.

To stop you seeing all those guys and sullying Stan's memory.

So I had the idea of taking it further.

After Loubet, I convinced your son I'd stopped it all.

But every speed-dating session,

I took his phone.

Easy, right? He always leaves it lying around.

But don't worry.

I've always looked after Nathan.

I deleted all the messages. He couldn't make any link.

We could have been happy, a real family, like with Stan.

But no!

Stay away from Tom! I'm coming.

I have to leave now.

I can't risk you betraying me, see.

It'll be just another accident.

Unless the cavalry arrives.

The lone cowboy riding to your aid. Too bad for him.

Hi there, Brion.

You lied to me, Tom.

You weren't demobilized with a wound,

rather on psychiatric grounds:

paranoia, delusions, violence...

Confidential info but I'm a cop.

I don't need to explain myself to a guy who walked out on everyone.

Except you almost killed me.

For a former artificer, the explosion was child's play.

You're paranoid. Get outta here, right now.

- Not till I see Sidonie. - She isn't here.

Then I'll wait.

Is that Nathan's phone? Aren't you going to answer?

Asshole!

You tried to frame Nathan, you sick bastard!

Where's Sidonie? Tell me!

Don't do it... stop!

Stop it!

Fuck!

You'll be alright, Torpedo!

Hello? Fire, at Sidonie Sept-Vents's house!

Be quick!

Tom... Tom!

Shit!

Are you OK?

I'll get you out of here.

Stop, Tom! It's a dead end!

Don't come any closer!

Forgive me, Lila. You see?

I failed in the mission your brother gave me.

I respected her.

I loved Sidonie.

Not like all those guys preying on her.

Those were my sessions, I'm to blame too.

Give yourself up, there are mitigating circumstances:

battles, PTSD...

You mean my craziness?

No, I won't be locked up till the end of my days.

I'm a soldier too.

Like Stan.

Death before dishonor!

Noooo!

On the prowl?

No, I was going home, I thought I'd check on Sidonie.

She'll be out tomorrow.

Good. And how's Nathan?

He feels bad about changing his mother's number on the website.

He's mad she found out.

He trusted Tom.

I'll be there for him now. Show him I can be a good godfather.

Alban and Sarah?

I don't believe it!

See? Speed dating works.

I'll go pick up Torpedo from the vet.

We'll have a big celebration. Pork pie and marrowbone!

Tomorrow my parents

are having a lunch for Sidonie's return, so maybe...

What?! The Sept-Vents family would have me at their table?

Time to bury the hatchet.

I hear you're a hero!

Your old dad is proud of his son.

You don't know how right you are.

OK.

I figured you'd be missing nature.

I picked them at home.

You stole them from Vaillant?

First flowers I've ever been given. Thanks.

I appreciated your message.

Everyone's impressed by you. It gives the family a good name.

Coffee?

Yeah.

So I hear you're renting from young Lila.

Till I find something else.

You know Lila, she's not an easy landlady!

But you like her.

You always liked her.

Am I wrong?

That bike you stole from me 15 years ago... How does it run?

You've been preening yourself. Expecting a lover?

No, just doing what I always do.

Lila? Someone to see you!

OK?

Yes. What are you doing here?

Kevin invited me.

OK.

Lunch with the family at last!

Here.

Thanks.

Wait...

I'll be right back!

Hi!

Martine!

- For you! - Thank you.

- I brought champagne. - Thanks!

You're welcome.

- How are you? - Good, you?

Come on.

Aren't you coming?

The funfair in Cancale is on again,

so if you still want to come...

Too late. Before I was too young, now I'm too old.

As you please.

Is that for me?

I think so, yes.

Thanks.

Wait... give me two seconds!

You're losing all the points you'd won with my family.

It's the only reason I'm coming.

I'm penniless, you'll have to indulge my every whim.

Fine by me.

I always wanted to try this damn bike.

Can we go now?

It's the only reason I'm here. You know that?

I know.