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- A very great cook. I also knit.

- You know how to knit? - I'm a great knitter.

I'm the greatest knitter in Paris.

- You mean that...

beneath your gruff exterior, you're the perfect man?

- I'm the perfect bear.

- And you can sing too? - No.

Enough people are suffering already.

Huh... - But how are you going to

get our baby to sleep at night?

- I'm thinking of telling him about criminal cases.

- Out of the question. - He'll love it.

- No... - He'll love it, it's a good idea.

-90, is that right?

-I can't believe we're going to nail him.

-I'll take back the bearer bond.

We'll be safe there.

-You're so much more than I hoped for.

(-See you tomorrow.)

(-See you tomorrow.)

-Are you okay?

- Did I wake you? - No.

I'm just getting some water.

I heard you both. - Mmh...

-Is it true?

Are you going to arrest Papa's killer?

-It's Judge Rochefort.

- The judge? - Yes, it's unbelievable.

He fooled me.

To think I asked him for help...

But we'll get a lawyer and get him back.

Are you alright, Rose?

-It feels strange...

knowing that you're going to find the murderer.

(That's all.) - I understand.

Me too.

-Why did Léon talk about a bearer bond?

-The murderer's fingerprints are on it, Léon hid it,

but tomorrow, he's taking it to the police station.

-Where is this bond? Here?

-No, it's not here.

It's at the cabaret, in my dressing room.

You should get some rest.

I'm going to bed.

Good night. - Good night.

-Hello, children.

What's all this about?

Are you alright?

No, I'm not alright at all!

-Youri, I need to talk to you.

-Well... (-It's almost over.)

- Look, he's talking

into the microphones.

It goes through there and comes out...

I don't know what it's called.

Sir.

Please.

It's fantastic and wonderful.

You're hired for New Year's Eve. Thank you.

- Thank you. - Thank you very much.

That was fabulous, wasn't it?

Did you see that? It comes out of there. It's amazing.

Tell me, excuse me, tell me.

Quickly, there's someone else after you.

-I'm pregnant.

-Huh?

-I'm pregnant. I'm stopping dancing.

-What do you mean? You're stopping... What do you mean? Now?

Well, no...

Well, no, that's impossible. Not possible.

I'm happy for you.

Delighted, truly.

One week before the most complicated show, no.

We'll have to find a replacement.

The audience comes to see you... - You mustn't replace me.

-Not replace you?

Like that, the audience won't come anymore and we'll close, that's good.

-There's that girl at the Folies Parisiennes,

and the one at the Alcazar who also do nude performances.

We need to evolve, surprise the audience.

I think New Year's is the perfect opportunity.

-What is it? What's your idea?

-We'll do the number created for me with 10 dancers.

-10 nude dancers? -Yes.

-How are we going to find them?

-I'll take care of it.

Trust me.

-Okay...

Next!

Next, please!

(Where could it be?)

- Rose!

Céleste and Youri are auditioning the New Year's acts

if you want to see her. - No, I'll...

stay here, that's kind of you.

I won't intrude.

- Very well.

(Where no one will find it.)

(Where no one will find it.)

-Your act is inventive. You're funny.

-Coming from a star like you, it makes me...

-Excuse me... Rose is waiting for you in your dressing room.

-Oh really, she's here? (-Yes.)

-Rose?

-And my baby? -Mademoiselle.

You are a former prostitute.

You have relinquished your parental rights.

You are attacking

a powerful countess respected by all.

You will never see him again.

(-What?)

(No!) No!

You promised me! No!

No, no, no! You promised me!

No, no, no! You promised me!

Where is my little baby? You promised me!

No!

You promised me!

-What have you done? It was our only chance.

-Sorry.

-He promised me. He promised me, my baby...

-But when? When?

-Last night. Last night, he promised me.

-It's my fault, it's my fault. Calm down.

-And to think

we made all these efforts for nothing, back to square one,

alone and penniless, it...

-You saved Mom's honor. That's what matters.

-What are you going to do?

-I'm going back to making carts.

Maybe box a little.

I'll leave you to it.

- Bonjour, Héloïse. - Bonjour. Bonjour, Octave.

-You wanted to see me?

-Yes.

I heard you lost everything, I'm so sorry.

-Thank you, that's kind.

-Arsène, I have a proposition for you.

- I'm listening. - Marry me.

-You can't be serious.

-I am, very serious.

My father respects you, I can convince him to choose you

rather than that banker for whom mechanics mean nothing.

-Sorry. You're a very gifted engineer.

- Thank you. - You already know that.

-He's as rich as he is stupid and stubborn.

My father just wants to marry me off, and with you, I could

continue to work, I'm about to file the patent for my engine.

- Marriage isn't for me. - It is for you too.

With my dowry, you'll receive a share

of the company.

One of the biggest manufacturers.

You can invent the engines of the future with Octave, or me.

-I myself escaped an arranged marriage

by my father.

I'm sorry...

but I don't want to relive a lie.

-You, at least, you were able to do it,

since you're a man.

Listen, Arsène...

What I'm proposing here is...

It's different.

We don't love each other, but we respect each other.

And we'll both benefit from it.

-I can't accept.

-Think about it, I beg you.

You're my last hope.

And I am yours.

-Come on, move it.

-Besides, Rochefort buys the monk's balm for burns.

Now, Taillard is badly burned.

And that balm contains

mercury, which Morvan was poisoned with.

-What are you getting at? -It's very simple.

-Rochefort and Taillard are the same person.

-You're delirious. -No.

-Two months from my retirement,

I needed this like a hole in the head.

-We can check.

See if Rochefort has burns on his body.

-You want to make a judge undress?

-With your permission. -That wouldn't be proof.

You don't accuse a judge

without proof.

-So what do we do? Nothing?

-We let a double homicide get away with it because he's a judge?

- No.

- I'm listening.

- You have the bearer bond.

Compare his fingerprint to the murderer's.

- Mmh... - What's wrong?

- I agree with you, but... we don't have the bearer bond anymore.

He recovered it and destroyed it. - Are you kidding me?

- He put pressure on Céleste's sister.

She can testify.

- If you hadn't taken it out of evidence...

It's unforgivable.

We'll never confuse the assassin.

- I took it out, because there was a mole.

Rochefort, in this case.

- I've had enough of your far-fetched theories.

- You're suspended until the end of the month.

I'm taking you off the case. - What?

- If you interfere again, say goodbye to the police.

-Rochefort made sure to avoid Berthe.

She'll recognize him in a lineup.

-It'll be his word against hers.

Berthe's word

won't carry much weight.

-That's true.

I'm thinking about something else.

Berthe said that Taillard and my mother swapped their medallions.

-I remember that.

-My mother kept jewelry and other things in an iron

box.

My father wanted us to bury that box in the courtyard

of the farm.

In the flowers she adored.

That box might still be there.

If the medallion is there, you could

get his fingerprints.

You'd have something.

-Assuming we find it, with the medallion,

the chances of the fingerprints being viable...

are practically nil.

- I know, we don't have much of a chance. - Listen...

The commissioner has taken me off the case.

If I continue...

they'll suspend me permanently.

- What's going on? - We saw

Mom's lawyer.

-With the abandonment papers I signed and my past,

I have no chance of getting him back.

- He's an excellent lawyer. - He cheats.

-We're going to cheat too.

We're going to get him back ourselves.

-Illegally?

-You can't deprive

a mother of her child, much less a child of their mother.

We're going to have to destroy that abandonment paper.

- Do you know where it is? - In a safe, in her room.

- What's the safe like? - It has a thick door.

-Of course...

-How are we going to get to Auguste again?

-We need to get inside the château.

-She's hosting a dinner for New Year's Eve.

-That's good.

That could be a diversion.

-I'll get myself invited.

-Let's do things in order, we're scattering too much.

Rose...

Tell us what you know

about the Countess,

the château, and especially the safe.

-Very well.

Do it.

I'm going to Saint-Loup.

We're done playing by the rules.

Come on, come on!

Go!

Come on, come on, come on!

-The safe is located

in a piece of furniture.

-On the 1st floor. - Perfect, can you draw it?

-Yes.

-Good, there's a crowd.

-Hold still, we're almost done. We'll try the wigs.

-Won't he see us with this little basket?

The baby will be uncomfortable, we're going to fail.

-No, trust me, mmh?

For heaven's sake, stop fidgeting.

-Perfect, perfect. We're going to start the audition.

-Hide.

Really hide.

It's going to blow. -Is it going to blow far?

-That's the whole question.

-That's not bad.

-It explodes, but it needs to burn more.

We need to be certain that everything is destroyed.

Not just half of it.

Listen, I'm going to add a little...

Potassium nitrate and hydrogen.

-That'll do it. -I was just about to say that.

-Too bad you don't know how to open a safe.

- Because I'm Black or poor? - I don't know, a bit of both.

Because you're resourceful. - Alright, it'll work, right?

-You know, for transporting the bomb...

We should attach it to a harness under your clothes,

there are some at the cabaret, I saw them.

We have to ask Youri.

-After all he's done for you, he'll say yes.

-What has he done for me?

-Huh?

- Octave. - What?

I was just saying that. - What has he done for me?

-When we were going to lose the contract, because you're a queer,

I went to see Youri.

-To do what?

-He left you so you would sign.

I'm sorry, I didn't know he'd do that.

When I understood, it was too late.

-Why didn't you say anything to me afterwards?

You could have explained all of this to me.

-Youri didn't want to.

So you could live your dream.

It was mine too.

So maybe...

It suited me too.

I'm sorry.

Arsène. - Shit, shit, shit, shit!

-Talk to me, say something...

Even "hello" would be enough for me.

Talk. - I know why you left me.

Not out of lack of love.

-I can't be the one keeping you from living your dreams.

-Where are my dreams, where do you see them?

- Please. - I've lost everything.

I have nothing left.

All for nothing.

Idiot, you fool. - Calm down.

-You didn't understand anything.

You are my destiny.

- No... - What have you done to me?

(-Please.)

-You sacrificed yourself and I didn't see it. I'm blind.

-It's her whole life, from when she was 15

to the eve of her death.

Everything she lived through.

It's incredible that we found it.

-We're learning quite

a few things.

-We still have nothing on Rochefort.

No medallion,

no fingerprints.

Not the slightest proof.

- He needs to confess. - Which he never will.

-Maybe he will.

-What are you thinking?

-Using this.

- Dear Céleste, what brings you here? - Spare me the pleasantries.

You killed my father.

- That's what you say. - I'm willing to forget the past...

If you help my sister get her baby back.

-Why would I do that?

You have nothing against me.

-I found my mother's diary.

Information proves you are Jean Taillard.

-What is this load of rubbish?

-She wrote it when she was 16.

She loved you. There's... there's no doubt about that.

I'll give you the rest of the journal,

but I want a document guaranteeing my sister can get her child back.

- Or else? - Or else I give it to the police.

-You're bluffing.

There's nothing in this journal that links me to this Jean Taillard.

-Are you willing to take the risk?

Come to the cabaret,

on New Year's Eve with the document.

You'll see, it will be quite a show.

-The flames must spread everywhere.

You must attach the bomb to the door. Stick it on.

-Okay.

-After that, you'll have 20 seconds.

-20 seconds!

- That's too little. - That's the fuse.

Pardon me.

-I have your costumes.

And Augustine managed to get herself invited

to the Countess's New Year's Eve party, so...

There's nothing left to do but. - Nothing left to do but.

-It'll work.

- Of course. - I'll treat you to a bite to eat.

Fish sausage.

- Great. - Or something else.

Are you coming?

-No, we still have to

sort things out for Céleste.

It's better if we stay. See you later.

- See you later. - See you later.

-Let's settle things for Céleste.

-A little later.

-Arsène?

Thank you for everything you're doing for me.

-You're welcome. I'm happy to help you.

-Wait.

We're going to stop here.

It's better this way.

-Are you doing this to me again?

Is it really Rose who...

-No, Rose isn't the problem.

It's going to start again and...

It's not possible.

(-What's the problem?)

-You ready to live hiding, always on edge? That's not a life.

How long are we going to do this?

Until someone sees us and we relive the same nightmare.

And even worse. So listen to me, I beg you.

I would have loved to spend my life with you,

to lie next to you every night...

to go to Italy with you.

We'll never be able to love each other the way we want to.

So...

We...

We stay friends.

We leave it at that, okay?

I'm sorry.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Go ahead, please.

-I accept your proposal.

You can continue to work, you'll have

my support in your research.

And if one day, you meet someone...

you'll be free to see them. - No, that's...

Thank you, Arsène, thank you.

My father will be delighted... - Wait.

Before you announce it, there's something I must tell you.

-Okay.

-I'm homosexual.

I'm marrying you so I can love

the man I love as he deserves,

without always being afraid of being exposed.

To end this anxiety when we walk

down the street.

You would be our alibi.

A facade behind which we could love each other.

I'd like to spend all my time

with him.

Going to restaurants, traveling, I dream of Lake Como.

I'd like to do all that thanks to you.

So, Héloïse...

You understand

that I'm asking for more than just your consent.

You'll have to be our accomplice.

-Arsène, you know my father.

If he finds out I'm protecting a queer,

he'll disown me, and I'll lose everything.

-I know.

It's up to you to decide if you want to marry me.

-And... 1, 2,

3, 4

5, 6, 7 and 8 and...

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

You're not on the counts.

Come on, let's start again.

Concentrate.

Thank you.

And... 1, 2

3, 4, 5, 6, 7 and 8

and 2, 2,

3, 4, 5, 6...

It's impossible, it's the 8th time.

The one in front goes left, the other one right.

For the one in the back, it's the opposite.

-Céleste...

Stop it. They're not the dancers.

-I know.

Only 2 dancers agreed to do nude.

Well, one. The other one's passable.

I simplified the choreography. - Keep going.

-No, after that, it won't be anything anymore.

-Ladies.

Short break.

Alright. Thank you.

-Are you interrupting my rehearsal?

-Your rehearsal?

You won't have a show for tomorrow.

-We've always managed to do the impossible.

-Because it was you on stage.

You can do anything.

These girls have neither your grace,

nor your talent, nor your sense of rhythm.

So we stop, you take the least worst one

and you perfect the number.

-No, we announced 10 nudes.

It was supposed to be magnificent... - It's tomorrow!

You won't have it.

And you do what I tell you.

-No.

- I swear!

He's crazy!

- I need 10 dancers

for the final number.

- Did you find any girls? - Yes.

But they can't dance.

- Are you asking us to dance naked?

- Yes.

But there will be large feather fans.

The choreography is

very elegant, very joyful.

I promise you you'll feel beautiful.

- It's just for one night.

After that, I'll find other dancers.

- I wouldn't dare.

Sorry, Céleste.

- Just because you can, doesn't mean we can.

I'd never have the courage.

- You know very well

that I'm modest.

- My fiancé would leave me.

It's also to stop my father's killer.

He destroyed my family.

He's getting away with it because he's a judge,

untouchable.

- You want to trap him here? - On Christmas Eve.

In front of certain people in particular.

But without that number,

they won't come.

I'll never have a better chance.

-I'll do it.

Me too, damn it

to my fiancé.

-Me too.

-Thank you.

Thank you. - Me too, I'm in.

Come on, girls,

rehearsal.

5 minutes and we rehearse.

We're gonna get that bastard. Come on, come on, please!

-Ladies and gentlemen, step right up! Tonight, at the Pink Elephant...

-You're about to witness an iconic spectacle!

Believe me, you won't regret missing your other plans...

-If you say so.

-Thank you.

-I must confess, dear Madame... -Call me Sarah.

-Dear Sarah...

I was surprised by your proposition

to invite me tonight to accompany you.

I didn't even know

you knew me. -Are you kidding?

- Sa... Sarah! - Oh, Youri.

- Are you alright? - Very well.

- Madame. - Good evening.

-Good evening, I'm Youri, the manager

of the cabaret, delighted to meet you.

- Pleased to meet you. - Champagne for them.

Good evening, are you well? - Yes, and you?

-Wonderfully, thank you.

Mr. Judge, I'm delighted. Enjoy your evening.

-Well, come on, I hope that...

the year 1900 will be more restful than 1899,

because that was really... something, huh?

-Tell me about it.

I can't wait to see Céleste's new performance.

-You might be disappointed. She won't be on stage tonight.

- Oh really? - Oh yes.

This stays between us.

She's pregnant.

- That's wonderful news. - For her, yes.

But pregnancy at the cabaret, that should be forbidden.

But this isn't

forbidden, oh yes, champagne...

There you go. Cheers, to 1900.

To love, to joy, to life.

- Céleste? - Yes.

-They're all here, the journalists, the judge, everyone.

-Someone would like

to speak with you. - Now?

-Mmh.

-I'll be right back.

(-It's going to work.)

(It's going to work.)

-Ladies and gentlemen, excuse me.

-Arsène!

I've been thinking about it all night.

It's the only way for us to be free, so... let's get married.

-I'm confused, I must leave you already.

- Ah... Very well. - But...

This is the most wonderful news. Thank you!

- See you soon. - Thank you!

See you soon!

-Augustine Larcourt.

- Madame. - Comtesse.

Delighted to finally make your acquaintance.

-I don't believe we've met before.

-The Abbé

Thomas asked me

to accompany him. - Ah, of course.

-He spoke very highly of you and your good works, which

I am eager to participate in.

-I would be delighted. Please, come in.

-Thank you.

-Well then.

-Bravo!

-Bravo!

-It's a world first.

Congratulations. Really, bravo.

-Are you having a good evening? -YES!

-Wonderful, me too, but I find it hard to believe

that we're about to enter a new century.

-Did you spot him? -Yes.

-So, a little patience, and a little gentleness

for our ears.

I leave you in good hands, and notes,

please welcome the Bémol sisters!

Bravo!

Go give this to the judge. (-Yes, I'm going.)

- Thank you.

I’m waiting for you in my dressing room. Céleste

- Rose, wait.

It's slippery. (-I'll help you.)

Are you alright? - Get inside, quickly!

- Rose, now's not the time to falter.

Your nightmare will be over soon.

I'll be waiting for you at the carriage.

- Bravo!

Bravo! - BRAVO!

- Fantastic!

- Bravo, girls, bravo!

-Wait, wait, the hour of the grand countdown is arriving.

But let's not rush things.

The pink elephant has one last surprise for you.

It's not a nude dancer, we've already done that.

I'm talking about, Ladies and Gentlemen,

10 nude dancers on the cabaret stage tonight.

Greetings, girls.

-We should take him somewhere where no one can hear him.

- In your dressing room? - No, no.

Too much traffic.

He'd be suspicious.

-What about the corridor towards the foyer?

It's narrow. No one can hide there.

-We'll have to force him

to take it, and I'll appear there to make him confess.

-We'll install

the device there.

-Ladies and gentlemen...

1900, here we are!

Enjoy the show.

-Eh, that's it, Céleste is with him.

-I'm going to listen in, I'll be right there.

-Before this exchange, I want to

check if there's anything that incriminates me.

According to you, no?

-There's no proof you're Taillard.

-In that case...

He tears up the paper.

-We can't hear anything!

-Why isn't it

working? - I don't know.

-The wire must have come loose. - I'll check...

-What are you playing at?

-Tell me how you killed my father.

-Forgive me, dear Céleste,

-but I'd rather celebrate the death of the past century

-and the dawn of the next.

-My mother wrote down what she felt for you.

-For your love.

-Until the end.

-And many things she didn't dare

-tell you.

-She was the woman of your life, wasn't she?

-I just want to understand.

It's the only thing

that will allow me to forget, to forget you.

Tell me about it

and you'll have it.

-Your mother meant everything to me.

You look so much like her.

-The Countess's room is that way. Good luck.

(- Likewise.)

- Mademoiselle Jeanne? - Yes?

- The Countess requests your presence. - What does she want?

-She needs help

in the kitchen.

Now.

-Alright.

(-Oh, my love.)

(I'm here.)

(It's Mummy.)

Don't cry, don't cry.

- It's plugged in, but it's not working. - I found it.

A wire's ripped out. - Hurry.

-Shhh...

-You've always been a step behind.

Curious for a dancer.

-You killed Morvan. He was your friend, he protected you.

-He'd had enough, he wanted to talk.

You know nothing.

Your father was

scum.

-That's false. I'm going to tell you the truth.

It wasn't an accident.

You made Berthe believe that.

-You keep lying, the postman told me

that he gave you

those letters.

-She thought I was dead.

Now she's dead. - Stop it, Jean.

I gave her your letters.

She knew you were alive.

- You're lying! Otherwise, she would have come.

You, you took advantage of that. Bastard.

- I can show them to you.

All your letters are in her belongings.

She loved me.

Before you left for the war.

(I'm sorry.)

-You killed him

because you couldn't stand

that she loved him more than you.

And that she had chosen

him.

-Do you know what

is written here?

My mother couldn't stand you anymore.

You were possessive.

With a morbid ambition.

You were suffocating her.

When she decided to break up,

you were mobilized for the war of 70.

She didn't dare so as not to break you

before your departure.

-Shut up.

-Shh...

Shh...

(-20.19.)

(16.)

(We shouldn't linger.)

(15.) (-14.)

(-12.)

11.

-Mesdemoiselles? You need to stay in the salon.

Guests aren't allowed...

-I'm at home, thank you.

Where was I?

(-7.6.)

-Here are your damn letters.

She read them all, every single one!

She knew you were alive.

But she chose my father.

She loved him. - Give me that.

-3!

-Adélaïde, come back!

-2!

-Rose?

-1! -Look out!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

-Judge Rochefort, Jean Taillard,

♪ you killed my father and poisoned Morvan.

♪ You're the murderer.

-Are you alright, my love?

-Rose! -Rose?

What's happening? -Are you okay?

Look at me. Are you okay? We have to go.

Come on, let's go.

Don't stay here.

-I killed your father.

♪ I destroyed your family.

♪ I'll continue if you cross my path again.

♪ I'll kill your sister, your brother,

and the child you carry.

-Luckily you're here, judge or not,

You'll stop him, won't you?

- Careful. - What have you done?

Give me back my child. - No!

He's my baby.

The abandonment paper

is destroyed.

- With or without that paper, after this explosion,

you won't get him back.

- Mama.

He's her child. - She caused

the death

of Charles.

A prostitute destroying our home.

Give him back to me!

- No. - Not another move!

-Are you okay?

-He confessed!

♪ He confessed! ♪ -I heard.

♪ -Yes! ♪ -Everyone heard.

♪ -He confessed!

-Jean Taillard.

I'm arresting you for the murders...

-Stay where you are!

Everyone!

-Don't do this.

-That's enough. - Stay out of this.

You've lost

your mind? - No.

Rose didn't cause

Charles' death.

You lost him.

Through your own fault.

And long before he died.

-Give me one good reason.

-You can't forgive yourself.

But that doesn't give you the right

to make Rose pay for it.

To take her child from her.

It won't bring Charles back.

-Go ahead.

(-Go.)

-You're under arrest for the murders

of Tessandier and Morvan.

Take him away.

(-I'm so sorry.)

Are you okay? - Yes, I'm okay, I'm okay.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

-Once again, it was impossible,

but she did it anyway.

- Well played. - Thank you.

-Hi.

-Thank you.

You did it.

-We did it.

-Champagne for everyone.

This is on us.

-Come on, champagne.

- Music, please! - Let's go!

-What's he doing? Youri!

Hurry up! - I'm finishing my suitcase, it's okay.

I'm here.

-Héloïse said an hour before...

- Héloïse is really starting... - Gentlemen, shall we go?

-Madam, could you

move over towards the tall gentleman?

-He's my son.

-Wonderful... And, Inspector?

- Uh, Commissioner. - Yes, well...

Come closer to Céleste and the baby.

- Her name is Sarah. - That's not my problem.

Ladies and gentlemen, please, no one move.

- Of course, of course. - Not at all!

- We could have hired a photographer. - A painting has more charm.

It's more authentic. - Silence, damn it!

- Sorry, sorry. - No one moves.

-They're not kidding around.

- Sarah...

-Very kind...

-A little seriousness, please.