All language subtitles for Mademoiselle.Holmes.S02E04.Reine.de.beaute.FRENCH.WEBRip.x264

CHARLIE: That's it, Samy!

That's it exactly, that
- SAMY: Really?

- Very nice, very nice!

Drop- drop your chin.

Did you know— that the left profile

is much sexier than the right?
- No.

- (Well yeah, I'll say.)

If it were a catalog, you'd have the job.
This light that crosses your face...

Here, move your- move your face!
Show me a little of who you are.

Yes, like that! Very good!

- No, I don't believe it-
CROSSTALK

- Oh no! What?

Oh, come on!
- No, dating apps aren't for me,

I'm already shy.

- Oh, no Samy!
We said we'll sign up together,

and think about it together, huh?

I read testimonials.,

and they say you can make lots of friends.

And above all, you're
not immune from finding love—

—true love.

Ah, yeah! Me neither, by the way.

- Okay, hold on— 'Profile.'

'Interests.' What do I put?

Well, if I put the truth,
it's 'serial killers,'

- I don't know, what else do you like?

- I like when it's clean and tidy.

Yeah, no, listen to me, I'm am old guy.

- No, Samy, you're not!
-Yes, yes.

- Uh— you're a great guy, Samy.

Do you think that you'd be
my best friend if you weren't great?

Anyway, it's an experience!
And I want lots of experiences.

- Let's see the photos.
- Here.

- What's that?
I'm not even photogenic!

- Anyway, we're not going to post a photo,

it would be completely stupid.
Imagine if a suspect happens upon it.

Well...

We click on 3?
- Okay.

- Get ready:
1, 2,

3!

PROFILE
CREATION
COMPLETED:

VALIDATE

Have you seen what time it is?
- Oh!

- We're going to be late! Come on!

Uh, I'll get dressed and
meet you downstairs, okay?

- Do you already have matches?

- Nice shirt, is it new?
- That's nice of you.

Yes, I'm trying to develop my style a bit,

to find something
a little more... credible.

BEAUTY QUEEN

- Stop with this Samy, you are credible.

Chris, are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Nice shirt. Come on!

- That's nice of you, thanks.

- I knew you reminded me of someone.

- (Oh, no, not at all!)
- Yes!

- (No no!)

- So, the victim?

- The victim, Lou Berger. Twenty years old.

- Twenty?
- Yes, room service

found her this morning.

- A tourist?
- No, a model,

she was participating in a contest

which was supposed to take place today.

Come on.

Doctor.

- She's beautiful.

She's so young.

- Barely 5 years older than Jules.

Do we have an idea on the cause of death?
CAMUS: Cyanosis, petechiae.

It's death by asphyxiation.

I would say she was
killed between 3 and 4 am.

Let me know if I'm disturbing you.

- No, no, thank you.

- Suffocated by what?

- How should I know, Simon?
- 'Samy.'

- Yes, Samy, how do you expect me to know?

I'm a pathologist, not a fortune teller.

Orange blossom and honey.
Pass it on. Hmm!

Night serum. Yep.

I know because, I've already
tried a sample of it, huh.

It's very, very expensive— but awesome!

Hmm?

Yes, yes. Lou has it on her face,

and there are some on this cushion too.

This is the murder weapon.

- There's some fatty residue,
look— there, there, there.

- Mmm.
- I'll run the analyses, but it might fit.

- Very well.

The door wasn't forced,
the murderer had a key card.

- Or she knew them and opened it.

- She had to have struggled
to avoid asphyxiation.

Once she was dead,

they took care to place her. And...

Have you noticed?

- What?
- There's no trace of lipstick on the cushion.

- Oh "yeah," yes.
- That means that they

did her makeup after her death.

Why did he put makeup
on her after she died?

- The murderer reified her.
Well, 'objectified' if you prefer.

- You could be in "Les Dicos d'or*."
- Yeah.
* A NATIONAL SPELLING BEE

- Where is this contest?

- "Les Dicos d'or"? in Haute-Savoie.
- No, the modeling contest.

- Oh yes, sorry. In a
theater 100 meters from here.

Well, uh, you go see the models,

I'll take care of
the hotel staff.

- Okay.
- All right.

BRUNO:Yeah, great, honey! Yeah, just like that!

Yes!

Good!

Come closer. Yeah, there you go.

You're super beautiful. Yeah.

Let's go, Bebe!

VICTORIA:
Okay! Well, shall we try the finale?

Bruno, I can't see anything.
Move, honey!

Ah! Zoe, darling,

can you try lightness, airiness, huh?

Can you try 'soap bubbles,' please?
"Thank you."

Lou ?

Lou!

Well too bad, we're not waiting for her.

- No, no no...

- No, actually-
- Excuse me-

- ...No no, the competition
is closed to the public

and registrations
are closed, miss.

- Holmes... Charlie.

- We're the police.
- That's it.

- Are you okay, Mom?
You want a glass of water?

- When was the last time you saw Lou?

- Uh, yesterday at 6 pm,
at the lighting rehearsal.

And then all the girls
went back to the hotel.

- I house them together, it's simpler.

Some live far away.

- I love that smell, what is it?
- Hmm?

- What is your perfume?
- Gift from my son.

He brought it to me from
Cherbourg for Mother's Day.

This is a special decoction created for me.

- Hmm!

Very chic, very you—

—elegant and acidic.

You know your mom well.

- Fortunately. We live
together, we both run the agency-

- I run the modeling agency.

Bruno wanted to be a
photojournalist, but he's afraid to fly.

He works with me on the
shoots for today's contest.

- So, the contest winner becomes the
face of Sentalia Cosmetics, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- I love that brand.

- How is it going between the contestants?

There must be tensions.
- Modeling,

Modeling, you know,
is not for the faint of heart.

- You knew Lou well, right?

- No more than the others.

But it, it, it's true that, uh... ahem...

it's still a shock.
- Huh.

Yes, I imagine that,

when you photograph them like that,

all day long, it creates
a closeness, and connections.

You need to gain
their trust. It's not easy.

- You haven't noticed anything?
- I really haven't, no, I-

- What I notice is that your colleague
has a carriage that lacks delicacy.

Her heels should be a little higher,

it would be to her advantage.

- But the contest: is it cancelled cancelled?

- And is the contract dead?

- Is it a serial killer
who attacks girls like us?

- I mean— beautiful?

- Lou? Well, nothing.

I didn't really know her.

- I think she was just in competitions.
- She was nice.

- Great measurements-
- Beautiful smile, perfect teeth.

- What a fool!
She was too into being a "queen."

- She was always sure she would win.

- Marie could've won too.
Well, me too, huh?

- That evening I didn't hear
anything, I took a sleeping pill.

- I was on Instagram for a bit.
- 2 or 3 hours.

- I didn't hear anything,
I had earplugs in.

- A stunning young woman. She
could've been on every bus shelter!

The face of Sentalia.

Thank you.

In addition, we can't
say she had a happy life.

Her parents died in a
car accident, her aunt raised her.

- And the agency boss and
her son, what're they like?

- Um, a lioness and her cub.

She's controlling.

He's completely suffocated, poor thing.

- Sorry; she's a castrating.
She watches everything

and judges everything,
even Charlie's walk.

JESS: What?
What's wrong with how you walk?

How you walk is very nice!
- Thank you.

- No, this is nonsense, this
contest is completely patriarchal!

CROSSTALK
- Please! Please? Please?

We're not understanding each other,

I'm talking about their
alibis. What're they like?

- Ohhh! Yes, Ohhh!
- Ohhh!

- Yes, their alibis! Thank you.
- They're clean.

He went to his wife's opening, uh—

—she's a visual artist.
Then they went home.

Victoria spent the night at home.
Her housekeeper confirmed.

- The contestants? Their alibis.
- Yes.

Well, they say they
didn't move from their rooms.

- Yeah, well they don't have
cameras in the hotel corridors to check.

- And the housekeeper?
The one who lost her badge.

- Charlock, what are you talking about?

I was the one who
questioned the hotel staff!

- She was blocking the door with her foot.

- Huh?

- Either she lost her
badge, or it was stolen.

- You couldn't mention this before?

I'll call the hotel manager.

Yes, Mr Manager? Cmdr Hervieu.

I have a little question
to ask you. Do you know-

- Well he's in a good mood again.

- No, he's not good,
he's not good at all right now.

I know it's not against me. I'm sure.

- (Psst! Why're you defending him again?)
- I'm not defending him!

- Okay, apparently a
housekeeper lost a badge.

The killer could've come from outside.

Do we have cameras around there?
- Yes.

I can show you around the theater

and in the streets near the hotel.

There's Lou, and next to her
is her aunt, Isabelle Goussard.

I checked, she joined her
at the end of rehearsal.

- To think that she was
talking to her for the last time!

- I have other images from
the only camera next to the hotel.

This is where we lose her.

But she couldn't
have gone very far,

because we find her

20 minutes later.

- Jess, pause it there,

pause the image.
- Yeah?

- There, you see? Her necklace.

She doesn't have her necklace
when she comes back.

- Do you think she was robbed?
Does that explain her death? No, but...

Wait, that reminds me of
The Case of the Beryl Coronet.

Sherlock managed to recover
the gemstones and return the piece.

- No, it's not possible, look,

she wasn't attacked,
she still has her purse.

On the other hand...

she really doesn't look well.

- The aunt's come home.

Charlie?
- Huh?

- We have to inform the aunt.

- Me again?

ISABELLE:
I was on duty last night.

I work at the Bretéché Maternity Clinic.

Anyway, we had a beautiful little child.

4.5 kilos.

Meanwhile, my little Lou...

- You saw each other yesterday.

Did she tell you something?

- No, it was our ritual.

Lou always put pressure
on herself before competition.

So I go to reassure her
before starting my shift.

I couldn't know that...

- Ahem...

This necklace,

Do you know where it came from?

- I don't recognize it.
- A gift from a lover?

- Lou didn't have a boyfriend.

She knew what she wanted, how to get
there, and knew it involved sacrifices.

I was the same at her age.

- Indeed. You sacrificed for her.

BIG WINNER OF
CHILDREN'S
BEAUTY CONTEST

That's beautiful.

- She only had me left.

- She started competing early?
- She asked me to register her

when she was 8, it was her dream.

- It's still pretty crazy,
in terms of lifestyle I mean,

and then, the investment.

You must've helped a lot,
for her to succeed so well.

- I accompanied her everywhere:

to her dance classes,

her fitness classes, all her
appointments with nutritionists.

- She wasn't the only
one competing, in the end

it was the two of you.

- Yes, but it was only happiness.

Lou always said she wanted to
give me a villa with a swimming pool

when she made it.

It was her dream.

It was a dream for both of us.

My little doll.

- Oh !

How serious this young woman
was!

There's nothing out of place.

Well, it makes me anxious.

- Oh, it relaxes me. It's so rare

that people are tidy. Mm-hmm.

NEVER
UNDERESTIMATE
YOURSELF

EVERYTHING YOU
NEED TO SUCCEED
IS WITHIN YOU

YOUR WALK
IS MORE
BEAUTIFUL

- There's no photo
booth with girlfriends,

not a single T-shirt lying around.

At 20, it's not normal to
only think about work, is it?

Well—

Oh my!

The same ones are at my dentist.

Pretty.

Very cute.

We have to find her hiding place.

Everyone has a hiding place.

Oh... What I could've hidden at Poppy's!

And you, what was your hiding place?
- I didn't have a hiding place.

- Samy, we all had a hiding place.

Tell me!
- No!

- It won't ever leave here, I swear!

- Under my bed.

- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.

- What were you hiding? huh?
- Oh, no.

- Oh, you rascal! Come on:
pornographic magazines?

- Forensic medicine.

I was afraid if they found it
people would think I was a psychopath.

Oh-

The box of tricks!

- Open, open!

- Well, these are tampons.

- Yes. You can't always
get it right the first time.

Ah, Samy, come see!

- Well, there's a password,
I have to crack it.

- (What could it be?)
- Date of birth?

- Uh, this will take a while,
I'm not Lisbeth Salander.

- Who?

- The hacker in-

- Yeah?
- No, Charlie, let go.

- Okay.
- There, go there.

- I can hear you breathing. Move, huh?

- (Fine.)
- ((Oh!))

((Thanks.))

- You have plenty of matches!

- I don't understand, it's crazy!

- 'Chrystel'? A girl?
Do you match girls too?

I don't care, but-
- No no, it's a unisex name.

Oh! He sent me poems by Rimbaud,

He cries at Titanic.
He's my soulmate for sure.

And you, do you have matches?

- I'll look.

Not many.

But I think I have
network problems,

because look, when I'm here...
- Yes?

- There, I'm in 5G. But if I stick to
the concrete wall, I often notice...

I'm in 5G too.

- I spoke with the clinic.

The aunt was on duty all night.

- Yes! That's it!

- So?

Wait, I recognize her,
she's one of the contestants,

Marion, we questioned her.

- 'Subscribe.'

- No.
- 'Give up.'

(Not 'subscribe.')

- Oh yes.

Lou blackmailed you with these photos

so you would quit the contest.

You didn't like it; so you killed her.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

I took those photos years ago,
and they were never published.

- No!

No.

They were found on a USB stick at her home.

What was your relationship with Lou like?

What was your relationship with Lou like?

Very well. No one can testify

that you spent the whole night
in your room. You're a suspect.

- But I didn't kill her!

- Marion?

Someone wants to hurt you.

We want to help you,
but you have to talk to us.

- She actually sent him out of the room?

- That's how Charlie is.
And that's just the beginning!

- This is better, just us two.

Girl or boy?

Your child.

'Thaïs'?

'Thomas'?

Um, and the bandage is for kids.

- Timothy. He's 2 years old.

- Are you raising him alone?

- Every day's not easy,
but I'm getting through it.

- Where's the dad?

- It's a real nightmare with him.

I don't want to lose custody of my son.

- I understand.

You're afraid that he'll
use these images against you?

Because you received such threats?

- It freaked me out.

I almost dropped out of
the competition because of it.

There's a big contract at stake,

and I need this money.

- Marion?

Why were these photos at Lou's?

You can talk to me.

You need help.

- I was the one who told her about it.

I lied to you.

We were friends.

She offered me a place to stay with her,

she also convinced me not
to abandon the competition

But frankly, I shouldn't
have listened to her.

- Why is that?

- Last night, after rehearsal, I found this

in my makeup bag.

- So someone continued to threaten Marion,

taking the risk of getting caught
by putting that in the dressing room.

- I'll send it to the lab for prints.
- Very well.

- Hmm... mm-hmm...

Yes... Hmm...

Clean writing, but torn paper.

We can feel the... pent-up rage.

Hey, a bit like you, Chris,

with your 'Read & Approved.' Huh?

DIVORCE JUDGMENT

- Hey- what're you doing?
That's my judgment.

- Oh, shit... I'm sorry Chris.

- So !

This is my divorce judgment!

Good? Is everyone up to date?

We can move on?

Thank you.

- All this to say that...

Marion's note writer,
and Lou's murderer,

are... the same person.

- Unless Marion is leading
us astray. She remains a suspect.

- No, I don't think she'd
put makeup on her after death.

- Maybe it's a girl thing.

- (No...)
- What?

Oh, okay. All right,
sorry. I didn't say anything,

no more crazy stuff, that's enough.

That doesn't mean she's innocent.

For now it's our only lead.

End of the day for me.

Thanks.

- Ah-

Uh, hmm, what are you doing?

- Modeling. I'm practicing.

Look at this,
this head posture.

- Ah, yes
- Huh?

- It's good.
- What do you think?

Have you seen the heels?

Here, for your paper.

Hey!
Only if you let me read it.

- Yes!
- Hmm.

Are these Watson's originals?
- Yeah.

- (Nice!)

- I have pain everywhere,

to the calves, to the feet.

Smile, suck in your
stomach at the same time...

Stretching your neck, taking
small steps... What hell!

Yet... so...

Look at Lou's Instagram.

She only posts landscape photos,

not one photo of herself.

It's really strange for a girl
who participated in beauty contests.

- Mm-hmm?

- On the other hand, on
the other contestants' feeds,

it's another story.

To relax before medical
exams, I looked at NASA photos.

- No, it's something else
with Lou, it's more than that.

These landscapes were her
window of freedom, her horizon.

Yes...

That's it.

Her freedom.

'Unfettered man,
* CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

you will always cherish the sea!'*
* CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

First prize in recitation in 6th grade.

Poppy has never been so proud!

Are you taking notes for your paper?
- Yes, of course.

- 'Unfettered man, you
will always cherish the sea!'

I don't remember the rest anymore.

- As we all have brains made of marmalade,

I brought "banana bread" for energy.

- Oh! Is that what I
smelled when I arrived?

- Vince's specialty.

Oh, I say, nice headgear, Vatel.

- Thank you, boss.

- I knew something fishy
was going on with Marion.

I just found large amounts of money

in her account from various creditors.

- Cosette's* been making fun of us.
- Really? She seemed sincere,

* FROM
LES MIS

I don't understand.

- Ugh!

- I'll talk to her.
- No you won't,

I'll send a team to her house.
- Oh?

Okay.

- Hmm? Mm-hmm...

How can you be sure
we'll find her here?

- Didn't you notice?

The soles of her sneakers
turned green from running on grass.

Then she has knee and shin
pain like running enthusiasts.

- And this is the park
closest to her house?

- Mm-hmm!

- Oh !

Hey! Hey!

Oh my, you run fast!

I hate running, especially alone.

It's more fun with two though, huh?

Ah!

I'm not putting you on trial.

I just want to understand
what happened to Lou.

- It's your colleague, he scared me.

- Him?
- Me?

- No, not you.

Your colleague, the blue-eyed "cowboy."
- Mmm.

- What matters is not
losing custody of your son,

but if you hide things from us

the blue-eyed "cowboy," as you say,

he'll take you into custody.

- Mmm.

You need to talk to us, Marion.

So where does that money come from?

You want to find Lou's murderer?
- Mm-hmm.

- Us too.

- You see there?

The guy who's staring at me?

That's how it is all the time.

Lou said that it was our power.

But I don't know if I'm as strong as her.

- Okay.

How did you use this power?

What's your secret?

- We both did "escorting."

Just dinners and parties.

No, I know the image
you're getting right now.

- No.

Did you suggest this plan to Lou?

- She was after money. I just
wanted to help her.

Do you think she died because of me?

I should never have involved her-
- Marion, Marion,

you wanted to help a
friend. She asked you to.

- And do you know
why Lou needed money?

- Frankly, I don't know. I didn't ask her.

And she asked me no questions either.

That's why I liked her.

- And the... clients,

how did you find them?
On the internet or in...?

- A slightly chic private club,

the Spark, on Rue Gambetta.
- According to Marion,

it's just about keeping
their clients' company.

- Maybe one of them wanted more.

Lou refused and the guy
couldn't stand being rejected.

(Shit.)

Oh! Are you all right?
- Excuse me!

- Thank you.

Yes, madam principal?
Thank you for calling me back.

Yes, it's a bit complicated
at the moment with Jules...

- Excuse me?

- Oh, sorry!

- All right?

You look a little weird.

- No... Yes, I'm fine, it's Chris.

He's a little lost at the moment.

Oh dear, that's my match, Chrystel!

How romantic he is. Look.

- Are you sure it's not a girl?

Because my aunt is named
Chrystel and she loves Titanic.

- I don't know, maybe it's your aunt.

Hey come on, let's go to the club.
- Really?

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Hello.

- It's all there.

- All what?

- You're cops.

- Uh, is it that obvious?

- Well- you, no. But them, a little.

- Well, we're not here for a spot check.
- Okay, okay.

- Do you know her?
- Yeah, she comes often.

Did she do something?

- We know she's an escort, and
she comes here to find clients.

- Ah, you know more than I do.

- Hello! Hello, hello!

Excuse me. Excuse me.

BAKARY: Hello.
- Hello.

Small question:
Was it Lou who gave you this bracelet?

I recognize the little shells.

- One evening, she wasn't feeling well.

Nothing serious.

She hadn't eaten enough or something.

So I brought her back here,

so she could recover.

And...

She's dead, I don't believe it.

- What was she like?

- She wasn't someone...

How do you say?

'Pretentious.'

She would come before
closing time and we'd just talk.

- About what?

- Sea turtles.

I know it's weird, but

she knew a lot about them.

I told her that back home in
Senegal, we had a turtle village.

She told me she dreamed
of someday going to see it.

- Is this your locker?

Are her things inside?

Yours are on the chair.

You were doing her a favor,

and it's normal for
friends to help each other.

- I'm going to have problems with my boss.

- We won't say anything to your boss.

Will you open it?

- She was getting paid in cash. That's
why we found nothing in her account.

- Math, chemistry...
Why'd she hide these in her locker?

ORGANIC CHEMISTRY

You think she went back to school?
- Wait,

A mint diabolo*
* LEMON SODA WITH SYRUP

at the Café Parvis in Cherbourg.
* LEMON SODA WITH SYRUP

Samy, look at the date.

- May 23. That's last Friday.

- Yes.
- And?

- Just before Mother's Day.

She didn't go to Cherbourg alone.

- Lift your leg. Yeah, like that.

Look at me. Raise your arm.

I love it! Great!

That's right, you're an Amazon!

You're a warrior! A warrior!

Riding your steed!

Yeah! I love it! Wh-

What the hell is this?
I said to keep the carousel closed!

- Hello! Hello! It's the police!

I'm with my grouper!

'Hello. It's me, Jojo the grouper.'

- Okay, "break." Touch-up the makeup.

I don't go out with the contestants.

- Really? I guess that depends,

you still took Lou to Cherbourg.

And you took the opportunity to bring
back some perfume for your mother.

'This is a special decoction
created for me.'

- Yeah, you were there the same
weekend, quite a coincidence.

- I saw your reaction to her death.

Did you have a relationship with Lou?

- Uh... can we move further away?

- So you booked a room at the
Castelbrac Hotel with the agency card.

The receptionist recognized Lou in a photo.

The two of you did not go unnoticed.

- I took her to Cherbourg for the weekend.
As soon as we arrived,

she ditched me and
disappeared for four hours.

When she came back, she told
me she had to go home. That's it.

- So you came back to Nantes too?

- Yes. I had told my wife I
was shooting for two days, so,

I had to go to a friend's house.

- That's Lou's necklace.
- What?

- It's Lou's necklace.

- You wanted to seduce her;

you took her for an easy girl;

you offer her jewelry,

you take her away for the
weekend, and there's... nothing.

Yeah, nothing happened.
And that made you angry.

- You set a meeting with her,
where you took back the necklace,

You let her go, we
have video that proves it,

and then you went to her
room, and there you killed her.

- Yes! Yes, I saw her,
but only for five minutes.

She gave me back the
necklace, it's a family heirloom.

I didn't kill her!
- A family heirloom?

We have charges against you.
You'll have to follow us.

- Lou took classes at Lieutaud for a year.

- Hmm?

It's a preparatory course for scientific
and medical competitive exams.

She handed in all her
homework: an average of 18.

- It's good, it's a prep
school that costs a shit ton,

teachers there are
paid better than us cops.

- Do you want a raise, Samy?
- That's not what I meant.

- Your assistant salary isn't great.

Have a green juice while
you wait, it'll do you good.

- Thanks, boss.

- Lou was clever.

She understood all about
the power of appearances.

Model, escort: she used her
physique to finance her studies.

Oh! No! Vince!

Vince! Would you make me a banana smoothie?

- I'll make that for you.
- Hats off, Charlie.

This is the cream of the
crop you're giving us, my girl.

I'll call and let the prosecutor know.
- Thank you, thank you.

- Uh... what's in her juice?

- It's not the juice. She met someone.

- No!
- You haven't noticed lately?

She puts on makeup, she pampers herself.
- Do we know him?

- I bet it's the lawyer from last week.

Yes, he stayed in her
office for a very long time.

- They couldn't stop laughing- Hold on!

Maybe it's the prosecutor.
She rushed off to call him.

- Victoria Barnot returned to the
hotel the night of the murder. Hey?

- But how? She doesn't drive.

- By taxi, she ordered it at 11:30 pm.
Her housekeeper is either covering for her,

or was asleep when her boss came in.

- She's the one Lou met,

she returned the necklace to her!

- And we'll be able to ask
her when she is questioned.

- No Chris! No no no!
- Eeuh! That's not good.

- Eh, um...

- Are you sure it's the prosecutor?
- No, I'm not sure of anything.

- You arrested my son.

- He's taking the blame
for you for the necklace.

Now he's a suspect in Lou's murder.

- A family heirloom;
not just anyone will do.

So you took matters
into your own hands, as usual.

- You wanted to protect your son,

prevent Lou from breaking up his marriage,

and above all your agency's reputation.

So you killed two birds with one stone.

- This is nonsense. Who do you think I am?

On the other hand, I offered her a deal:

She would be the contest favorite
if she stopped flirting with my son.

- And she accepted?

- She gave me back the necklace.

- Yet it was found in your son's things.

- He's a great sentimentalist.

- Lou refused the deal.

And you have a big
ego, did you have a fight?

In the last images we
have of her she looks upset.

- Believe me, she was so sure of
herself when I left that little bitch.

And you're right, she refused my offer.

She even threw the necklace in my face,

telling me not to worry about my
'darling little boy,' that she was leaving,

that she was abandoning
the contest. Can you imagine?

- And do you know where she wanted to go?

- Cherbourg.

A strange destination for
a new start, if you ask me.

- The mother and son are
lying, covering for each other.

We'll wait them out until they talk.

Charlie?

Are we bothering you? Hey-oh?

- 'Intechmer'!

Intechmer is a school specializing
in maritime professions.

Lou was doing a
science upgrade to go there!

Her shell bracelets, the
magazines in her room,

her discussions with
Bakary about sea turtles.

The sea was her passion!
- The school is in Cherbourg.

- Hold on.

- Yes, that's it, that's it!

The oral exam was last Friday.

Bruno was her taxi driver.

- Why she didn't tell anyone?
Even her aunt didn't seem to know.

- Perhaps out of superstition.

Before exams I would say-

- Shit!

Shit, the exam.

- Chris ?

- The results of the commissioner
exam have just been released.

My wife.

My wife- Well, my ex...

My ex got it.

- That's great.
- Mmm.

- Oh.

Are you afraid she'll move?

- With the children, yes.

- But... don't you have joint custody?

- And if she's appointed
to Strasbourg or Marseille?

I don't want to be a "weekend" dad.

- You should talk to her.

It's normal at the beginning
of a separation to be in conflict-

- Charlie, Charlie— thank you.

APRIL: Thank you for coming.

And for stopping me
from going in the other day.

- I came because I need to understand,

not because I forgive you.

- I know. And I'm sorry.

- Why did you make
me believe I killed you?

- You know, I grew up with hatred.

It's hard to get out of it.

Those few months of
trying to disappear, and then...

your reaction.

To protect me, not to report me.

I want no more of my life before.

Of my toxic family.

I want to live.

Like you.

Without anger.

So I don't know at all
what I'm going to do, but

I'll be free.

If you ever forgive me,

know that now, you are my family.

- Charlie? What are you doing?

- Oceanography. Aquaculture.

This school is very specialized.

Lou had gone to so much
trouble to be able to get in.

It breaks my heart.

But why didn't she tell anyone?

No one! Not her aunt, or her friend Marion.

Why?
GEORGES: What the hell is this?

Aren't you sleeping, Cha-cha?

- No, it's okay Poppy, don't worry,

I'm thinking. I'm reflecting.

Yeah. Well, don't
go to bed too late, huh?

- In any case, if I may—
very pretty pajamas Mr Holmes!

- I'll give you some 'pajamas'...

- It's true, he's got
style like that, right?

- You have style too, Samy. Your style,

but you have style.

Don't you realize how lucky you are?

Because we women
have been told all our lives

how to dress, not to dress, do your hair.

For Lou, it's- it was the same.

All her life she was treated like a doll.

- My little doll.

GIVE UP

It was a dream for both of us.

- It wasn't Lou's dream to
become a model, it was her aunt's.

She didn't tell her so as not to upset her.

How could I have been so wrong?

In the video, we see them arguing.

Lou had just found the
note in Marion's pencil case,

she recognized her aunt's handwriting.

She went off the rails.

She decided to quit the
competition, her aunt kills her.

Elementary, my dear Samy!

- Yeah, but the aunt has an alibi.

There was only one birth that evening.

It's easy to imagine her
leaving the maternity ward,

making her colleagues
think she was going on break.

- Oh no, not now!
We have to go to the aunt's!

- Oh shit!

- Do we have a puncture?
- Yes, we have a puncture, yes.

Sir!

"Stop, police!"

Thanks!

- Charlie, what are you doing?

Alert Chris!

- Where are you?

- The note in Marion's pencil case
came from Lou, she's the blackmailer.

- No, no no no, it's the aunt!

- Don't move, I'm coming.

- I've prepared everything
with the funeral home.

I had to alter the dress, but my
little Lou is going to be beautiful.

- As she always has been,

because you were there to do her
makeup, to coach your little doll.

Except she rebelled when she realized
you were threatening her friend Marion.

- What are you talking about?

- She finally told you about school.

She was going to leave you,

abandoning your dreams for her.

You couldn't take it. You killed her.

Then, you made her up

so she would forever
remain your little doll.

- She betrayed me!

I dedicated
MY WHOLE LIFE TO HER!

- POLICE!

Drop it! DROP IT!

Samy?
- Yeah?

Thanks.

- Oh! Charlie? It's over.
Charlie?

Everything's fine.

Hold on. Billon's
calling, I have to answer.

Can you let me go?

- Hello?
- Boss?

- What's going on?
- Yeah, the situation's fine, no problem.

- Um, excuse me,

could I have a glass
of white wine, please?

AND SO I WONDER
WHAT IS HIDDEN
UNDER THIS CAP.

I HOPE YOU WON'T
BE DISAPPOINTED.
SEE YOU THEN!

I'M HERE.

Oh! This is- Chris!

- Charlie!
- This is crazy,

what're you doing here?
- Well... nothing, I... ha.

You're all right, yes?
- Yes, I'm fine.

- What's up?
- Uh... (uh...)

- Oh yeah, hold on!

You're stuck, don't move. That's it.

There you go.
- Thank you, thank you very much.

Well there you go.

Good evening! - Good evening!

- Ahem. - You too.

Charline. 'Charline'? That's you?

- It's a nickname. 'Chrys...tel'?

- (Yes.)

- Is that a nickname?

- No, no, it's- it's...

That's my real first name.

Don't tell anyone!
- Oh my, no, no...

You know me: 'Lips sealed'!

A bomb. Tomb!

I, I'm going.
- Oh no! Uh...

Shall we have a drink?
Do you have time?

I'd love to.

- Okay.

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