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Heads or tails

Come on, catch it!

Hello, Mr Morlaix.

How are you?
- And you, how are you? Your ball's there.

Thanks. It's very kind of you.

My poor friend.

Well, it's your business...

It's not enough for you
watching her on TV?

Don't you realize how
ridiculous you are?

Apparently not.

A TV announcer!

Hold the door.

You could answer when I talk to you.

Before trying to flirt
with that lovely girl...

can you tell me where you've been?

You're out of the office at 4 pm.

It's 5 pm now.

It's the same on sundays with
your so-called overtime.

You don't even walk in the streets,
you just hang around.

You hang around with your job too.

You spend your life hanging around.

Even here you hang around!

Take off your dirty shoes right now!

Look at this dirt.

I'll have to hoover now...

and clean the floor.

Other men help their wife
and try to please them.

Fortunately for you, you
have a maid as a wife.

It would be a pigsty here
if you were living alone.

But maybe you wouldn't be so alone,
you would hang around in bars...

or worst places...

Why not "The Rialto"?

Or "The Blue Parrot"?

I'm sure you're tempted. Maybe you've already
been there when uncle Paul had his emphysema...

You probably had some fun
when I was in Niort for ten days.

Admit you've always liked this kind of women.

You talk to yourself now?
What are you mumbling about?

You said Mrs Morlay and Mrs Morlay, it's me!
So please repeat at once what you just said!

Mrs Morlay, you're a pain in my ass!

What?
- You're a pain in my ass!

You're a pain in my ass!
- What?

I'm fed up now!

Shit!

What happened?

A lady from the sixth floor.
I think she jumped out of the window.

I saw her jumping!

I think it's Mrs Morlay.

So?

She didn't stop telling him off.
So for the first time he answered.

And everyone feels sorry
for the husband of course.

I don't know.
Inspector Baroni just arrived.

Yes, I'll be late but I'll
come to take you.

I just told you, nothing's
changed, we'll have diner in Arcachon.

I'm coming.

Listen, Annie, I'm just doing my job,
so make the girl eat earlier and that's it.

Go away.

It's you, the widower?

What was her name?

Adrienne.

Adrienne.

And why were you quarreling with her?

She complained.

She complained.

She complained about everything and nothing.
She just complained.

Ok, see you later. It's alright,
Baroni, I already asked him.

Sorry, it was my wife.
I couldn't tell you before.

It wasn't necessary for
you to come upstairs.

The case is closed.

Accident.

In thirty minutes, we're both at home.

I find you very optimistic, old man.

Why? It's obvious.

The stepladder fell over and...
- Yes, it's obvious...

for you.

A suicide?

People killing themselves open the window...

even if they first step up on a
stepladder to jump out in the open.

Can we take the body?

Yes, go on.

If you have some doubts, just
ask the neighboors.

Done.

Good. Because me...

Yes, I know, Arcachon.

Inspector Larieu, someone asks for you.

Yes.

If you find a clue, keep it stored
in naphtalene for me.

I'm gone. See you tomorrow.

How long did it last?

What?

All this.

25 years.

In four days.

Come on.

Time for supper.

That's it.

Good night, kiddos.

Hello, Michelle. It's me.

Yes, your father.

Say, I'll have to leave
you in the lurch tonight.

It's unfortunate.
Eat without me.

No, I'm not tired.

Only a little worried by a case.

I don't know.

Probably boiled eggs.
It's still what I do best.

Shit.

You forgot something?

A few questions.

Maybe you have the right to
sit down when you're not on duty?

It's handier to have a conversation.

Well...

you seem to be like me.

You're not a night person.

If you had a look at my face
in the morning, it's worst.

You didn't lose time, huh?

You didn't like the China...

and the table-mats too, huh?

And your wife?

I mean, you loved her?

It takes an unusual love, Mr. Inspector, to
endure during 25 years pottery from Valauris...

and lace from Puy.

I would have opened the window.

Sorry?

Before pushing my old lady, I
would have opened the window.

Or at least, I wouldn't have
closed it just after.

Because people saw you closing it.

That's why I'm worried.

You finally came!

You scared me.

I come late to the party?
- We've just finished. I'm clearing the table.

But don't worry.

I'll reheat the pastas and the rabbit for you.

It will take a minute.

Don Juan there will probably
be furious, huh?

Hush, it's his clear conscience day.

What is he watching?
"At the theatre tonight"?

No, a show on the Occupation.

It's called "The Vel d'Hiv raid".

And it's the second time
he watches it. Come and seat.

Thanks.

Great, the sunday meatloaf!

But you got the wrong day.

Your mother, she...
- I don't cook it as well as her.

She probably had a secret.

A secret, yes...

As for shepherd's pie...

and jelly beef.

Admit that you miss her.

At mealtime only.

Help yourself instead of talking nonsense.

You don't have to watch too?

No, I'm exempted because
of my condition.

When you have the baby...

you'll come and settle in my house, huh?

I mean, in your mother's house.

There's a nice garden.

I'll settle myself into concrete.

To the kennel, the old guys.

MONDAY
Let's end this tragic week-end...

with last-minute news.

A sensational drug case broke
out in South-West France.

During a party...

a young man from the Bordeaux
high-society died from an overdose...

and raises again the problem
of parental responsability.

The victim's father,
a renowned Doctor,

is being interviewed at the
Bordeaux police station and...

several young people have been
taken in for questionning.

Sir, I'm the little
Henri Pujol's mother...

I'm not in charge of this case,
Mrs. I'm really sorry.

No, it's useless to wait for him.

I told you that Inspector
Lampertuis was very busy.

Hello, big boy.
What a mess this case, huh?

As you say.

Say, Maupin...

You still have your special
relations with the banks?

Well, it depends... - I need
you to check up Edouard Morlaix's account.

It's that guy yesterday who... you know...

Larieu didn't check?

Probably, but let's just say that...

he's not the most zealous policeman
in the force, if you see what I mean.

Well, I'll check myself then. - Don't
forget that there're maybe several accounts.

I could have guessed that, you see.

No, I'm going there...

Well, look who's here, Zepp.

Hi, Baroni. How are your little birds?

Yep.

Still in cage like you. In what mess did
she get herself mixed up this time?

She was involved in the drug
party that turned bad.

You really can't help.

Say, Baroni, what pushed you to give a report to
the big boss that is the completely opposite of mine?

You certainly know, sirs,

that the tabloids are always on the
lookout for a spicy story.

Especially when it happens in the country.

Now,

we're just country people.

Our colleagues in Paris are worried for us.

Since it can't be avoided, they want us
to clear up this case as soon as possible.

Simplified maybe, but at least
spread out in the broad daylight,

the american way.

The ministry wants us...

to make an example out of this case.

Am I clear enough, Mr. Lampertuis?

Indeed, Mr Director.

Mr. Director means that we must
find a scapegoat before the elections?

Not at all, Baroni.
Evidently, there's no connection.

No connection until now.

Let's be patient.

Well...

I studied the case.

And...

I won't try to hide you
my embarrassment.

Except for one of them,

all the youngsters who took
part in this party...

belong to worthy families.

People that we all know very well.

So, I'm asking you a question
of confidence, Lampertuis.

How do you intend to
deal with this case?

It's simple, Mr. Director. Very simple.

The victim, Dr. Lacazeaux's son, has
apparently been misled.

And influenced.

We must then look on the
side of the exception.

Right now, Marianne Lecouvreur, 20 years old,
nick-named Zepp, is being interrogated by our men.

She's in our records for drug trafficking.
We arrested her last spring.

For vagrancy.

Nice catch!

What does it mean?

Zepp is only a little junkie who took
part in a lot of gang bangs, Mr. Director.

Good luck to our police chief if he counts
on her to go back up to the mob...

Give me two days, Mr. Director. Only two.

Good.

Nothing else?

Yes?
- A commonplace case.

An accident.

Yes, this case about Mr...
- Morlaix.

That's the name. I've read your reports.
You don't reach the same conclusion as Larieu.

Well, we'll see about that later.

Last night's case has first priority.

Men. To work.

Baroni, what has just been said
is also valid for you.

You got an idea?
- Two ideas.

Can I know, at least, the first one?

Aldo Tortozza, transvestite showman
at the Rialto Tabouret.

Be ready for a
heavy expense report.

TUESDAY

You had no right to authorize this.

You had no right!

I only respect her last wish.

I don't mean this.
I mean the burial.

She deserved a class 4
burial, not a class 2.

Without sermon and without music.
- She didn't like music.

What about the coffin?
It's not even oak.

Oak is worse.

Small success, huh?

I mean, there weren’t many people.

If it was me in the coffin, there would
have been many more people.

My colleagues from the office.

At least, they sent a wreath.

The Iris.

It's them.

For my wife too, the Director
did things properly.

They sent some carnations.

Say, your sister-in-law
doesn't seem very friendly.

Adrienne was not very easy too.
And...?

Ah, Louise. Well, Louise,
you see, she was...

a character.

We can also call them women...

but for me they're more like characters.

Obviously, you still suspect me.

Obviously, yes.

You must admit that your
behavior is rather odd.

Almost dubious. -Really?
- Yes, dubious.

Yor relentlessness to
have my head cut off.

You're not fair. On the contrary...

I look for mitigating circumstances
to avoid you the worst.

You're too kind. But I'm fed up having
you on my heels day in day out. Shit!

Your colleague Larieu called me again
this morning. A well-mannered man incidentally.

My case is closed. That's it!

I wonder what you're doing here.

You're not the only one to have some
family buried here, you know.

Well, of course...

Called to God. You have some nerves.

Incineration is prohibited by Church.

No.

Not since Jean XXII's mandatory order.

No kidding?

It's a good thing to know.

Hey!

I'm happy to see you, colleague.
- You were looking for me?

No, I'm looking for Tortozza.

It looks like this scoundrel ran away from
the city. He's not at his club or at his home.

Let's look for him somewhere else.

He couldn't escape into thin
air, this brave Tortozza.

Come on, I give you the reins.

You had a look?

Enjoy yourself.

You're not forced to believe
everything they write.

For every man with a savings book,
newspaper is like gospel.

Some can even read between the lines.

We could make a little
tour around The Pacha, huh?

Bastard! Come on, talk!

Tell us! Who gives you the drugs?

Scumbag!

I'll make you talk, you'll see.

Shit! The fuzz!

Stop!

Stop!

Don't be afraid. We're cops.

You're real cops?
- Yes.

Come on, stand up on your feet.

Do you have an explanation
for this, sir? Please?

I'm a Doctor.
- You finish off incurables?

I'm often called in the middle of the
night for a consultation. - You don't say.

And with all these attacks at night.

I see more clearly now.

Dr. Lacazeaux.

I'm surprised to see you in such a place.
- It's them who dragged my son to his death.

The drugs come from here.

And this guy is a dealer, I'm certain.

You can lodge a complaint.

There's a justice.
- You still believe in it?

We all must believe in something, huh?

Justice is like the holy virgin, Dr.

If you don't see it from time
to time, doubt sets in.

Gun.

You're not going to arrest him?
- I'm glad you ask. Look.

You're going to put the
big boss in deep shit.

I don't stop him from releasing
him. But I arrest him!

And you, blondie, you want to
lodge a complaint?

Obviously. We still
take you with us. Come on.

You too, Doc.
- Come on, go ahead.

Let's go.

Let go off me!
- Calm down.

Come on.

You want some witnesses?
I'm going to find them for you.

Some nice witnesses, and very talkative,

who would sell their parents for a snowflake.
Just wait for me two minutes.

Come here, kiddos. Don't be afraid.
I'm not the boogeyman.

Great...

Police Captain Pot-of-glue.
- Not Police Captain.

Inspector.

At this hour, you're
not forced to let me in.

If I refuse you,
you'll be back tomorrow?

No, I'll summon you.

I'll sumon you
at the worst time for you.

Because I'm this kind of cop.

Well then...

Thank you.

When did they start these little
comings and goings between you two?

You're completely wrong, Mr. Inspector.

If you knew how many times
I've heard people telling me this.

Mr. Morlaix came to my home
for the first time tonight.

There's a lot of talk about the lack of
communication in the big projects but here...

you send invitations between yourselves
and you also receive flowers as gifts.

It's cute.

You were standing here when you
saw Miss Morlaix thrown out of the window?

I didn't see her thrown out of the window.
I only saw her falling.

It's the same.
- Not at all.

And that's why you're so worried.

Of course...

Because a spilt second earlier you would
have looked at the window and saw the husband.

Not necessarily.

You mean that Mr. Morlaix was not
necessarily near the window?

No, I only mean that things didn't necessarily
happen the way you would like them to happen.

You keep on stalking...

and sniffing around because you have
a rotten idea in your big fat head.

It's funny, don't you think?

Yes, of course.
- They were really plump then.

Me, I'm rather skinny.

Don't you think?

Not at all.

Well, a little, but you're
very lovely.

You really think I have a big fat head?

No, of course...

It was just so to speak.

To speak about what?
- About Morlaix.

You're convinced that he killed his wife to
be completely in love with his little neighbour.

But it's completely silly...

because if you knew me better...
- That's why I came here.

You'd know that married
husbands suit me perfectly.

I like to sleep alone.

Not you?

Well, I used to sleep after having
sex but now I sleep while I'm doing it.

And him?

No, I mean, what do you
think about him?

Touching.

As someone who has
not started living yet.

Someone who has forgotten to
breathe but is about to begin.

You intend to stay here for
a long time spying at him?

I can put a chair on
the balcony for you...

with a blanket.

It's a great idea!

I can give you a drink too.

Okay.

Why one becomes a cop?

One doesn't become a cop.

One ends up a cop.

Thanks.

I wanted to be airline pilot.

And...

I thought it was like in the old days.

Blériot, Lindbergh and the others...

I didn't know it was so difficult.

With long studies...

and very expensive.

So, my father who was a factory worker
and didn't want me to take the same path...

He was probably wrong
on that point by the way.

My father thought that
the police academy...

would put me up in the social ladder.

And the most important for him:

Job security.
So... That's it.

It's not dishonourable.

It shouldn't be, I agree.

At the beginning I was
even proud but...

little by little politics
got their claws into us.

Instead of serving the country
we now serve the power in place.

And that, kiddo, is a
complete different thing.

Notice that's the same in
all the countries of the world.

But it's not helping me
finding consolation.

So...

by doing dirty tricks...

we became dirty cops.

Normal cops.

Holy cow!

Good night, ladies and gentlemen.

Can I sit here?

I think we met before.

Probably.

Where?

Think.

Yes, it's great. You like
Champagne, don't you?

The car...

Wasn't it a paddy wagon?

Yes, Ma'am.

Let me pass, fatso!

I didn't ask you anything.
- It's already paid for.

By the gentleman there.

We're going home?

No one's holding you.

At this hour, you'll have
a hard time finding a cab.

If we leave now, I can drive you back.

I’ll stay.

I stay. I stay because...

I have fun.

I go slumming as they say.

"The day after his wife's burial,
Edouard Morlaix, gentlemen of the Jury,

was rolling himself up in debauchery!"

Debauchery.

I love this expression,
to roll oneself up in debauchery.

That's what they'll say, isn't it?

Have you already rolled
yourself up in debauchery, Mr...

Mr. Inspector?

I haven't think about it yet.

I thought about it a lot.

It usually happened with colored persons...

in a lush vegetation.

Do you know...

Do you know...

Talua Island?

Good night, Mr.
- Good night, Mrs.

I intend to lounge around
there one of these days.

I'll make love in a hammock...

while drinking...

while drinking Palm wine.

And I'll be drunk all day long.

WEDNESDAY

Hi, Uncle.
- Hi, Baroni.

You know what I'm typing now?

A report on the actual circumstances
of Dr. Lacazeaux's arrest.

What a mess we made, huh?

Better than that.

The great wizard had to get out of bed
and put a tie at five in the morning.

And right now he's having
breakfast with the Doctor.

Come on, Larieu, hurry
up with this report!

The big boss requires the
instant release of Lacazeaux.

Right now!

So, you're here.

You arrest good citizens... - And let the
culprits run away, I know this tune.

What about Tortozza?

Tortozza...?

It's you who mentionned Tortozza, isn't it?

Of course, I remember now.
Well, I'll try again tonight.

Where are you going?

To sleep.

Hey, Louis...
- Yes?

I knew you were in the house.
I was looking for you.

Now you found me.

I investigated on your widower's bank account.

Edouard Morlaix, account number 5100708 L.
- And then?

Then nothing.

Shit.
- Well, not much.

But I digged a little deeper.

It's his wife who had all the money.
- An account to her name?

No, a joint account. They both
had the right to handle it...

but he never used it.

She did all the deposits for twenty years.

She was saving everything she could, you see.

How much money on this account?

Not a penny.

What do you mean, not a penny?

All the money has been withdrawn
three weeks ago. Guess what?

To the benefit of a travel agency.

The beaches are lined up with coconut trees
whose palms skim the clear water.

Of all the travelers who reached
the shores of the Society Islands...

which one has not be attracted
until bewitchment?

Miss, please?
- It's over.

Inspector Baroni.
- If you would follow me please.

Do you have a reservation
in the name of Mr. Morlaix?

M.o. r.I.a. i.x.

Here, two tickets in the names
of Mr. and Mrs Morlaix. - Yes.

They're going to...

Talua Island and it's an open date.

Well, I understand open but Talua...

Where is it located? In Turkestan?
Or in the Baleares?

Talua is a South Pacific atoll. I guess
you want to know how our clients get there?

Absolutely.

The cheapest way is the passenger-cargo ship.

Do you want to know the name of the ship?
- Yes.

With great pleasure.

The Cam Iroko sails to Talua via
Papeete every three months.

You're lucky. It ships today in Bordeaux's
harbour with its cargo of coffee and cocoa...

and goes back this evening.

I'll be back at my office
in the evening.

Meanwhile, I want you to release the
funny girl with flowers in her hair.

What's her name already?

Zepp?

But keeping her in custody was Baroni's idea.
- You release her and you follow her.

It's an order?
- Exactly.

So, how was your meeting?

Not so good.

Laruieu, release the girl.
- What?

Yeah, I know.

Order from the big boss.

I have an intern job for you in mind.

Baroni?

Lacazeaux wants his head, huh?

Find something against Baroni.

The widower's case maybe.

And clear up this Tortozza lead too.

I'm not only certain Baroni didn't
try anything with this lead,

I'm also sure it's a load of rubbish.

So, another false start, Mr. Morlaix?

Let's hope you won't miss the next one.

Who knows?

Let's get inside there.

I must talk to you.

Take off your coat.
- Are you kidding?

I want to be sure you don't pack a gun.

Faster, goddamned!

The jacket now. I want to see
if you run away with money.

I'm not running away...
- The jacket, I told you!

The Sweater. I want you to catch a cold.

It's completely illegal.

I know.

She was often posing naked
like that your dear Adrienne?

My old lady would have never agreed.

It was ten years ago.

At her sister's, in the summer.

It's not your fucking business.

She had nice breasts.

Admit that you killed her.

All will be much more simple after that.

You'll feel relieved, you know.

If I call, someone will come.

I'll tell him what you're doing
and you'll be in trouble.

But you won't do it.

You killed her for this.

Two tickets to Talua on the Cam Iroko
bought by Adrienne last week.

And you knew it!

Bless you!

The Cam Iroko is leaving.

Don't move.

You're going to die, fatso.

You work too much.

Double life.

Overworked.

With a fragile heart.

Official shadowing at night,

clandestine shadowing during the day.

Or vice versa.

Delusions of persecution.

How old are you?

Say?

Miss!

I was almost sure it was you...

but it was too late, I had
already pushed the button.

It doesn't matter. Can I come in a second?
I have a few questions to ask you.

I already said everything the other day.

TUESDAY

Hello?

It's Laurence Bertil speaking.

I found you in the phonebook.

Listen.

I received a visitor last night.

One of your colleagues.

Very handsome...

and very self-satisfied.

That's the name.

He asked me to testify against you for...

Let me remember...

Harassment and persecution.

You should have done it.

The last time I snitched
I was five years old.

For a packet of sweets.

Thank you, big girl.

Bastard!

You start the day early, judge.

It's only because we have very busy days
that I took the liberty of coming so early.

It's pleasant in the morning at your place.

It will soon be your place, old boy.

I hope to retire in...

Maybe sooner than you think.

You want black coffee?

With pleasure.

But with a drop of milk.
- Black coffee with a drop of milk!

It's in the spirit of
the people who send you here.

No one sends me here.
- Not with me.

Absolutely not.

It's just that I was having diner
with these people yesterday.

People that I'd rather not name.

Important people.

Some notables?
- Yes.

I don't remember the subject of our conversation
but the police force was mentionned at one time.

Maybe you were wrong to refuse to
humor certain touchy persons.

Come now!

I took you for a young and hard-line Jacobin?

A father investigating the death
of his son is not despicable.

And in our city, people don't supplicate
their protection at any price.

Crime is almost non-existent here.

We're in Bordeaux.

There's a certain serenity.

A certain taste for good manners.
- Yes, it's true...

The Garonne river...

and the vineyards behind.

And also Mauriac, to
complete the atmosphere.

But there's also...

juvenils using drugs...

and others selling their bodies...

like everywhere else.

Thugs and rackets too...

like everywhere else.

And rogue notables too, like Dr.
Lacazeaux, like everywhere else!

So accept that you need cops like me,
to clean up all that shit!

Sorry, I couldn't come to
the burial, too much work.

So, I'm coming a little late to
show you my condolences, Mr. Morlaix.

It's great, it's great, it's...

really great.

What's the matter with you?

Take it easy, Mr. Morlaix.
- Alright then.

So let me sleep 15 minutes more please.

Because I've waited for these
15 minutes more for 15 years.

Obviously, since she's dead
it must be a big change for you.

A complete change...

A complete change...

Well, by the way...

Nobody tries to poison
this new life of yours?

Except you today, no one else.

Could you give me my slippers?

Here's the first.

I can't find the other.

Probably under the bed,
take a good look.

You must learn that...

the investigation on the death
of your wife has been closed.

I mean, officially.

You already said that. Thanks.

Problem is sometimes a police
officer can be over-zealous...

to the point of persecuting a suspect.

You mean Inspector Baroni?

Right.

We know that he harasses you.

Well, Inspector Baroni is not
really bothering me but...

I find him a little annoying.

Especially when he forces me...

to undress in the street.
- What?

Wait, we're going to write this
in black and white.

I want you to lodge a complaint
against Baroni...

for cruelty...

and unjustified police harassment.
It's very important.

I was very moved by your condolences.

How are you, Louis?

Come in.

Listen, I learned that
Lampertuis wanted to skin you.

He's trying.

What's the importance for you if that
guy killed his wife or not?

You're almost retired.
- Reason more.

I want a Police Captain's pension.

What if your widower lodges a complaint?

If he was that kind of man,
it would be done already.

Baroni.
- Scipion here, can you help me for my licence?

We'll have to see.

What do you have to trade?

You know, your litte girlfriend,
she's here...

Of course, we'll give you back your licence.

You run the most exclusive and
the cleanest hotel in the whole city!

Don't move. I'm coming.

I don't want him to eat anymore.

Or to sleep.

I want him to think of me 24/24.

I will harass him until he
cracks up!

And yet I find him sympathetic.

Well, what would it be if...

I was looking for you.

Lampertuis is completely freaked out!

He's waiting for you in his office.
- What's going on now?

It's because of Zepp. She shook off
Cambron et Durieux in a supermarket.

Bravo! That's the last straw!

Shit, shit, shit!

Here you are.

And the Tortozza lead?

On stand-by again?
- Come on, there's only twelve hours in a day!

Larieu, listen to me.

The rest can wait. I want you
to find that little slut.

Put all our men on her trail.

And if it's necessary..

team up with Baroni.
- Surely not!

You know what I think about him?

I know, he's a scummy old cop...

but he knows all the tricks of the trade.

No, I stopped smoking.

Again?

Yes, again.

I smoke liquorice...

as when I was at municipal school.

Hi, Louis.
- Hi.

She's upstairs, room number five.

Who? Zeppe?

She's alone.
- No, she hooked up a scumbag.

We know him.
- Yes, Strada.

He plays the trumpet at the Rialto Tremouret.

Thanks.

You got a warrant?
- Yes.

But you left it at home?

Yes.

What's the matter? If it's
not too much asking.

Hide your breasts...

or they'll get cold.
- Thank you, Louis.

Since when you're her dealer?
- Only two hours. I didn't know her before.

Listen, Strada.

I think you don't understand us.

We only play with you, we lie,

we pretend to listen to your answers.

So, I'll just ask you one
question and then it will be over.

Malmeux?

It rings a bell?

I'm a musician, not a snitch.

I don't want to interrupt...

but I'm not sure it's your
most intelligent partner.

You could have found better, Louis.

You too, don't you think?

You win, I'm back to my mother's.

If you take me in custody, in two hours you'll have
my lawyer, Kurt Walheim from Zurich, on your back.

Fuck him!

So, let's go.

And if you're nice, I'll
take you to the sea tomorrow.

And you'll see me all naked.

What are you waiting for, Larieu?
Come on, go ahead.

And you?
- I'm going back to Tortozza's.

Because it begins to look like a bad joke.

Yes, I must admit that...

So, you're coming?

Yes.

What about me now?

You talk a little about Malmeux,
Tortozza or Lacazeaux's son. Make your choice.

I don't give a damn.

Get in, we're going the same way.

It's pretty cold, huh?

Sure and then...

yesterday in the hangar, I was a little...

That's it.

That kind of rain can last all night long.

Thank you for driving me home.

You're welcome.

If you must spend all the night
looking at my window...

you'd better come up right away.
I bought a nice spider crab. You like them?

Alright.

How do you like your spider?
- Raw.

With pepper.

Can I help you with something?

You could dress the table...

while I change clothes.

Sure.

Say, I can't find the flatware.

The drawer by the sink.

Left compartment.

When you're facing it, obviously.

It's okay, I'm good.

I don't want to reproach
you anything but..

you didn't ask me any question
since a while.

You're right but I've got
a hot one just now...

about your bank account.

Why did you withdraw all the money
from your account?

I didn't withdraw anything
for the excellent reason...

that there's nothing on my account.
- No, I mean the other account.

The joint account.

Yes, we had a name for this
account, the piggybank.

Adrienne managed it for 20 years.
These money things bore me to death.

Sure but I have another version.

You make her withdraw all the
money from the piggybank...

for a false reason.

Then you kill her.

And then you escape to Talua with...

With Laurence?

She could be my daughter.

You're funny. Well...

it calls for a drink.

It's not a vintage but
it's a good raw wine.

Salt Peeper.

My wife put it in the freezer
in anticipation of I don't know what...

Your silver wedding perhaps?

It's possible. After so many years you
forget the reason why you celebrate.

Not so long ago, I celebrated
my twenty years in the force.

But, in fact, I'm a plain-clothes
policeman only for...

17 years, 8 months...

and 23 days.

And before?

Yep. I begun in Poitiers.

And before?

Well, before...

You would like to charge me, huh?

To stop me from ever boarding the Cam Iroko.

To make me miss my dream...

as you probably missed yours,

that I don't want to know.

I was thinking about
the picture of your wife.

Really?
- She really had beautiful breasts.

Yes but her face was nothing special.

It was the contrary with my wife.

I see.

To be frank, Adrienne had a face...

rather common.

The interesting part what inside her head.

Well, in any case, at first.

It's her who discovered Talua.

In an old pamphlet found at a
secondhand bookseller,

with pictures of missionaries...

and ads for pith helmets.

Then, little by little, she
started to give up the idea.

It's curious.

Exactly at the same time...

I started to
get interested in...

watching the Kam Iroko leaving port.

Our paths crossed, so to speak.

That's why you killed her?

You're at it again?

Coming from Geneva, Air France
flight 2029. Door number eleven.

She's going your way.

Take over.

Understood.

The bitch, she spotted us.
- It doesn't matter.

You see that guy, it's probably
her famous lawyer from Zurich.

I'd like to know where
she's going to lead him.

Baroni thinks nowhere.

But I don't agree with him.

At first they'll make a stop
in the most expensive Hotel in town.

Take a cab and follow them.

I'll meet you up there.

We have some time ahead so
I'll go to Tortozza's.

I'm certain Baroni misled
us from the start. See you there.

You already met Tortozza, didn't you?

Tortozza... It's him.

What?

You stay here just in case.
I take him backstage

Alright.

You've just heard "Paris" by
Régine, sung by Aldo Tortozza.

Close the door, please, darling.

Larieu!

Larieu!

Aldo, Aldo!

What happened?

Far from all sea routes...

the pearl of the Pacific.

Surface: 12 square meter.

Belted with white sand beaches.

Exceptional vegetation.

Natives are only a few hundreds...

and have good temper.

They're very friendly to
travelers and it is said that women are...

of a rare beauty.

Coming...

Coming...

No, it's not him, it's me.
Yes, I'll put you through.

Well...

it's your office.

Baroni, I'm listening.

I'm coming.

Shit.

Bad news? Huh?

The remarkable Larrieu.

Shot down like a rabbit.

To be so zealous at thirty.
What a bloody idiot!

But you were here, it's not your fault.
- That's the problem.

FRIDAY

Step back! Step back, kiddos!

Hands on the wall!
Come on!

Cops!

Take this one, Maupin.

Over there, kiddos.

You too, come here.

Nice work!

You, don't move.

Hands on the wall!
Come on, hurry up!

It was one of your ideas,
the Rialto Tremouret, huh?

It was not my idea to send
Larieu to slaughter.

We had to wait.

We had to wait for Tortozza to
surrender himself.

His patronage lost, he would have given himself up and
tell us everything on the death of Dr. Lacazeaux's son.

We would have negotiated his
confession against a suspended sentence.

We didn't need him to panic, at any cost.

What a waste.

And now, Tortozza...

What about him?

You don't think that you're
going to find him alive after that?

He's more annoying than ever now.

He's annoying to us but he's
annoying to the others, above all.

SUNDAY

There comes dad.

What are you doing here?
- We're talking.

I don't mean you.

I mean him.

Your friend Edouard was...
- What?

You didn't say you
had a big daughter...

and that you'll be grandpa.
I envy you.

I was telling her about
our youthful exploits.

You neve told me that
you went to Atlanta.

Or your adventure with Scarlet.

I didn't think it would interest you.

But I made it clear that it
happened well before you met Louise.

It's very kind of you.

I took the liberty to search your
drawers to try to find a picture...

A picture of Scarlet?

A picture of both of us!

You didn't keep anything?

No.

And you, why are you here?

Henri lost his wallet, with his
ID papers, driving licence etc...

Always the same bloody idiot.

He filled a request for a duplicate.
If you can give it a push.

No problem.
- Thank you, it's kind of you.

I'm gone.

Thank you, sir, for keeping me company.

It was a pleasure.

You'll deal with the tray?

Yes.

I repeat my first question.

What are you doing in my house?

When you barge in my place
I don't make so much trouble.

Let's say I return your favor.

I wasn't seeing you
living in this kind of place.

The garden, the river.

You're impressed?
- Yes.

It's the house of my wife.

It's nice.

You rise up in my esteem.

You see me delighted.

Why did you say that
bullshit to my daughter?

This story about Atlanta.

Well, I rang and she
opened the door, so...

So what?
- I had to improvise something.

And Scarlet?

It's a broad's name in a movie.
I can't remember the title.

You were already...

a little fat, huh?

She was much better than you.

More distinguished.

Probably more intelligent too.

Go away, Morlaix.

Go away before I beat you up.

How old she would be today?

It's funny how people
have preconceived ideas about cops.

In the end...

they raise birds, they
marry young girls dressed in white...

and they become grandfather.

You thought we were sleeping at the police
station and married with traffic policewomen?

Michelle is worried about your health.

I don't want to meddle in what
doesn't concern me but...

I know a cardiologist.

Fuck you.

MONDAY

Tortozza.

Baroni was right.

In the presence of prominent citizens of the area,
the citizens of Bordeaux have testified against crime.

The crowd was very large and very moved...

to attend the funeral of detective
chief Inspector Pierre Larieu.

Thus ends our flash news
for the Bordeaux Aquitaine area.

It's time now for me to give you
our weather forecast for tomorrow.

I wish you a pleasant evening and I'll see you
tomorrow for the next edition of our regional news.

Goodnight.

So?

He was awarded a medal posthumously?

The boss was equal to himself.

I didn't really liked Larieu
but his wife really moved me.

She's pregnant.

Life is a non-stop melodrama.

We're waiting for someone?

I thought you would be delighted to
have diner with Laurence Bertil.

She find you extremely sympathetic.

It's not true.
- Of course, it's not true.

That's why...

I'd like you two to
get to know each other.

You chosed this place on purpose?

Well...

It's Adrienne who spotted this restaurant.

Always her.

These Norwegian omelettes are quite good.

Adrienne never dared to try it.

Good. Enjoy it then.

From now on it will be
canned goods forever for you.

Mrs Bertil, be ready to be baffled
by the clarity of my reasoning.

Mrs Morlaix saved money for years in
anticipation of a mediocre end of life.

Meanwhile this fool dreams about
Tahitian women and coconuts.

And last week he takes the
decision to leave.

To leave? But how?

By swimming? The Cam Iroko
comes back in six months.

The Marie-Jeanne, coming from Papeete,
makes a stop here exceptionally tomorrow.

The Marie-Jeanne.

I carry on with my story.

He goes to the bank to
withdraw the couple's savings.

Too late. Mrs Morlaix has
withdrawn everything before him.

He's in fury and they
have a domestic fight.

And he kills his wife
for the sum of 16.772 franc.

The price of two one-way tickets
to the Wahamadou archipelago,

not very far from...

Talua.

That's it!

I never heard anything so stupid.

Nevertheless, that's the charge
the jurors will hold against you.

Why do you want to nail
this poor man at any cost?

It seems to be a personnal matter.

Indeed, indeed, it's a personnal matter...

because on the eve of my retirement I
don't want to end my career on a failure.

His entire life is a dismal failure.

Chief Inspector... at fifty.

Jurors will hold what they've been told.

You know what I will say?

That I saw Mrs Morlaix falling...

and that Mr. Morlaix was in the back of
the room at the same time.

What do you think?

In your ass, Mr. Inspector.

If you two are in cahoots,
then I'll have a cigar alone.

A fat cigar.

I'm expected. I'm sorry.

Goodbye and thanks again.

No, we'll walk a little.

The weather is nice. It will
be pleasant at this hour.

Will you stop making
fun of me in the end?

What's wrong with you?
- The ship...

The Marie-Jeanne...
You want to flee, huh? Huh?

Don't pay attention to him. He's drunk.

I know what you want me to believe.

You want me to believe that Adrienne
had bought the tickets to give you a surprise.

Well, it's a little more likely
than me leaving with Laurence Bertil.

This extravagance of her.

Adrienne was shouting at me constantly...

and was saving...

penny after penny, depriving us,

depriving herself of a lot of things,

just to make my dream alive.

Maybe she was just faking her
unpleasantness...

to keep me unsuspecting.

And you killed her for 16.772 franc.

I didn't kill her for 16.772 franc!

I killed her because she
was a pain in my ass!

That's it.

You would write this in white and black?
- Yes, sir.

If she was unbearable for so long,

why didn't you kill her earlier?

It never crossed my mind before.

I never thought it would be so easy.

Hey, Louis, come on...

Louis!

What's wrong wih you?

TUESDAY

Ouch! I broke one of Mrs
Morlaix's China cups.

What are you doing here?

I put two sugars.

You seem to be less feverish.

It's almost nine.

Edouard is out.

It's him who asked me to
come at your bedside.

He gave me this letter.

His confession.

He told me everything.

He'll be back in the afternoon.

You can't arrest him.

It's not a real crime.

A crime is a crime, even a modest
one, Miss Bertil.

Give me my pants.

It's the same for the
almighty as for the humble.

And me, Baroni, Police officer,
I'm here to arrest criminals.

Whatsoever.

It's my job to arrest criminals!

After that...

it's the job of the judges.

Laurence, you're listening?

I know a good lawyer.
A very clever guy.

I'll give his adress to Edouard.

He'll summon the sister-in-law as witness
and the jurors will see his point, believe me.

After the trial...

he'll be free.

It's you, at last.

Meeting in the boss' office.

Go ahead, Louis.

You're today's hero.

Baroni, I wanted to give you the surprise.

I wanted all your colleagues around
me to celebrate...

the event that interests us.

Ink is not yet dry.

I just received the official notice
to your early retirement.

It came into effect last evening.

Chief Inspector Baroni,

I congratulate you for your... how much already?
- Seventen years.

For your seventeen years of loyal service.

If I said Chief Inspector, it's because
you've been promoted yesterday.

A special decree of the Minister
of the Interior himself.

That's it. My speech is over.

Big words always put
real modesty to the test.

I'm sure you'll prefer a
friendly glass to them.

Come on, Baroni.
- Thank you, sir.

You'll pass my thanks to Dr. Lacazeaux.

Hello, Mr. Baroni.

I'm going to take off my hat.
Don't be mistaken about my move.

I'm Kurt Walheim from Zurich.

I'm a lawyer.

Without wishing to be
indiscreet, Mr. Walheim from Zurich,

what the fuck are you doing in my house?

Can I point out that it's you
who brought me here?

The idea is excellent, by the way.

It's a peaceful place, very quiet.

You must enjoy very much this place.

I'll put my briefcase on the table.

Alright?

Miss Zepp told me that you were...

What kind of word did she use?

Oh, yes...

Humane.

That's it. Humane.

My clients are a team of
researchers in pharmaceuticals.

And more precisely, Mr. Malmeux.

You have probably heard
this name before?

It's a name we never
see on the labels.

Mr. Malmeux is very sensitive to
the kind of affection...

that you have shown to Miss
Zepp in the past.

And he wants me to point out that Miss Zepp has
nothing to do in the case of Dr Lacazeaux's son.

Good old Zepp!

I thought she was only a lost junkie...

with flowers in her hairs and
her little titties in the air.

You're right, she is lost, Mr. Baroni.

Else I wouldn't be here.

Zepp is a very frail child.

And unbalanced.

Mr. Malmeux doesn't
want her to be annoyed.

For that, he has many
deterrents at his disposition.

He wants to...
How can I say?

He wants to avoid a big mess.

Tortozza has already
made a terrible blunder.

You're afraid that I might
become your second blunder.

We're afraid of everything.

Mr. Malmeux wishes that this
unfortunate overdose story...

begins with Tortozza...

and ends with Tortozza.

Hello? Hello, Baroni?
What the fuck are you doing?

I tried to reach you
at your office but...

Don't move. I'm coming.

I'm going to make you laugh.

I don't think so.

Well, at last.
You took your time.

I took some clothes. I did well, huh?

Hurry up and get in.

You walk your birds?

Come on, Edouard, old man!

Hurry up or we'll miss it!

Hurry up!

Stop that! Stop immediately!

You were acting strangely...

but now you've become nuts!

Completely crazy!

I don't intend to come here
every month...

to watch it go away and
go back home...

to live my dreams on a map.
So, come on!

Obviously, it has always
been my weak spot.

I must admit I always lacked dynamism.

Adrienne often reproached it to me.
She found me a little sluggish.

But with you, things go promptly!

Adrienne was a saint!

What? - Well, okay, I avoid the scandal
but I must warn you. I get off in Gibraltar.

Hello, sirs.

Your passports, please.

Thanks.

Very well.

I explained her carefully.
I hope she won't screw up.

A third of chickweed,
two thirds of millet.

And small flies every two days.

To who did you tell that?

To Laurence, of course.

To Laurence. I gave her my birds.

You finally managed
my dear Edouard...

to contaminate me...

with your love for sunny countries.

There's no sun there, I lied to you.

The rainy season lasts for three months.

Then it's the windy season.

You saw the palm trees on the booklet.

They're bent to seventy degrees...

as in Britanny.

Cyclones and typhoons.

If I signed my confession,
Mr Torturer,

it's not to go raise parrots
or dance the Hula-Hula.

Or to swim in a lagoon...

crawling with giant sharks.

I confessed...

I confessed to free my conscience
and to expiate...

in a three by two meters cell...

where I'll catch tuberculosis.

And then...

I don't want to live...

the rest of my life...

with a man who has killed his wife.

Since when do you know?

Since the start, when you told me...

"She was a character".

I...

I understood that you had killed Adrienne.

Louise.

Adrienne was yours.

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