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Go on. Go outside.

Stay quiet.

Mum!

Get in the car.

Come on!

- Mum! - Start!

Léo!

Fuck…

BALANCE €681.28

Mum, I'm thirsty.

Here.

Are you okay?

I hope you slept all right.

Yeah. Fine.

Do you wanna eat?

LASSERRE ESTATE REMINDER: SEASONAL JOB

REMINDER: SEASONAL JOB FLOWER HARVESTING

ON SITE MEETING FOR A PRELIMINARY INTERVIEW

We're gonna make a detour.

Okay?

I might have found a job.

UNDER A DARK SUN

Well, look, Miss Mazier.

Sorry, but a job here's not possible.

- But you haven't asked me any questions. - Well, why should I?

Because I need you to. Look, I need this job, okay?

Come on. I travelled all this way for you, so… I want an interview.

I never asked you to come here, Alba.

But… you even sent a reminder.

Arnaud Lasserre, yeah? That's you?

That's your name, right?

You have an interview. Please meet Arnaud at the house.

I haven't made it up.

Please. I'm desperate for work right now.

Oh good! Where did the backup come from?

We're behind schedule,

and I want to get an extraction going before the cavalry arrives.

Valentin, show her the ropes, then put her on plot number two.

She can stay at the campsite tonight with the others. Mathieu.

Uh, hang on. You want me to start right now?

Suppose so.

Hi. Valentin.

Alba.

- Welcome to the estate. - Um…

- Follow me. - Could you excuse me for just a moment?

I'll be right back.

I've got it.

- Did you mention you were versatile? - Yeah.

We get our own bungalow.

Three weeks, then it's you and me.

After three weeks of work… Barcelona, baby!

Could he find us before that, though?

Never.

Grab the stem, cut it with your nail.

There you go!

- In here? - Yeah, in the apron.

And we're supposed to… do the whole field?

Well, yes. And tomorrow they'll all have grown again.

Oh, right.

INCOMING CALL

So, you're not taking the call from your admirer?

She doesn't understand. She's French.

She's French?

And I'm the Queen of England.

- Ah. - Here, boss.

Thank you, Valentin…

INCOMING CALL

- Where are you? - If you call one more time…

- Where are you?! Huh? - What did you expect?

Did you think I'd let you screw me over?

I began to trust you again and you go and call the judge.

You think this is being a good mother? Running off?

Taking your son out of school?

You don't have any rights over him.

- Yeah, that's for the judge to decide. - Yeah, we'll see.

Until then, go and fuck yourself, you wanker.

Is there a problem?

No. No, no. Sorry, Arnaud.

How long do you plan on keeping up the act?

Pardon?

Why are you really here?

Dad?

They've arrived. You joining?

I'm coming.

You should meet me in the field tomorrow before the others arrive.

And some advice.

Keep quiet. All right?

Omar!

- How are you? - Very well.

Good! Good, good!

You all right? What is it?

Nothing.

Okay. Repeat.

"I'm looking for a job."

I'm looking for a job.

- What? I speak good Spanish. - But they speak Catalan. Right, Ma?

Don't be a know-it-all.

All right. Your go.

"I am…

a very intelligent… and nice boy."

Is that how I'm introducing myself to my new class?

I know it's been a hard few days for us two.

But it'll work out, I swear.

I know it.

We can make a fresh start in Barcelona.

And we can say goodbye to bad days.

Very good, Mum.

Mummy.

- Water? - Yep.

How do you say "water"?

- Guapo? - Agua.

- Like "Alba". - No.

No. "Alba", what does that mean, huh?

Uh… "beautiful scenery".

Pfft! I've told you ten times.

- "Dawn". - Ah.

- Beautiful, right? - Mm.

Mr Lasserre?

Anyone there?

Oh, no!

What happened?

- Fuck. - Alba.

- Alba… - What?

- I… - What is it? What?

Call an ambulance!

Start!

It's to the right.

They're on their way.

No. No.

Ah!

He's in here. This way.

No.

Please, Dad.

Léo!

Grab your stuff, we're going.

Prepare a dressing.

Okay.

Ketamine. Stat.

Ladies, good morning.

You take their statements, yeah?

No, I didn't see anything. Nothing.

Hold on.

Can we speak?

What's happening? Does Grandpa know we're here?

Mum, is something wrong?

Don't make a noise, okay? Stay out of sight.

Can I help you?

Alba Mazier? You work for the Lasserres?

Yeah, why?

There was an incident. We're interviewing all the employees.

Could you follow me, please?

Why don't you ask me your questions here?

We'd rather take your statement at the station.

It's just a formality. It shouldn't take long.

- I'll just get my car keys, hold on. - No need. I'll be driving you.

POLICE FORENSICS

We'll take footprints on site.

- What's the news? - All good. I've brought her in.

- Right, dig up all the info you can. - Will do.

I appreciate your cooperation.

One of your employees saw her running away.

We ran a background check on her and she has a criminal record.

Okay.

So what was she charged for?

Violence, theft, drug abuse.

None of you verified her?

No, uh… Dad was always the one who dealt with seasonal recruitment.

Most things were his domain, really.

Hang on. Can you show me the photo?

Yeah, I saw her talking to Dad yesterday.

I… I interrupted their conversation.

- It was just the two of them talking. - How were things? Friendly? Hostile?

It's pretty difficult to say, uh…

Lucie, try to remember, please.

He could… have been shouting at her?

Or, uh… Or was he trying to seduce her perhaps?

Did your husband often try and seduce his employees, Madame Lasserre?

Arnaud knew he was a charismatic man.

But Arnaud was a man of respect.

You trusted your husband.

In a marriage, love is only where you begin.

What makes it last is, of course, trusting one another.

So other than that did you…

perceive anything strange yesterday?

Something small, even?

Yesterday? Uh, what was yesterday?

- Here. - Oh. Thank you.

Thank you!

MAISON ORIS

No. Nothing peculiar.

Everything all right? 'Cause I've been waiting here all morning.

Better get used to waiting, Miss,

because the justice system in France is really slow.

To begin with, you'll hang around here.

- Then prison while you await trial. - Prison?

Yeah. For murdering your boss.

Pardon?

You were at the property this morning when Mr Lasserre was discovered.

- That's not right. - You ran away before the police arrived.

I was back at the campsite. My alarm wasn't set.

Oh, right. That's amusing.

Hmm. How come you were caught by a speed camera at dawn

a kilometre from the murder scene?

That's not me.

- Look closer, please. - That really isn't me, obviously.

I'm sorry, but it's not.

Okay.

So, some other woman stole your car and then brought it back, yeah?

She filled it up too, huh?

Definitely not the best carjacking in the world.

And you won't believe the number of scabs on that campsite.

Unbelievable.

I'm sure I'm going to have a lot of fun with this one.

I'm not guilty, okay? We had only just met.

I'd just turned up to the job. I wouldn't do something so stupid.

Why didn't you bring up the signing at all?

I just don't see a reason to involve Oris.

- Are we now lying to the police? - Lucie, I'm not lying to the police.

I was just protecting your future.

You need to have children to comprehend that.

You think we still have a chance to sign?

Perhaps. It's horrible to say, but now your father's passed, it's possible.

Yeah, that is terrible.

By the way, that picker slash killer…

She has a boy,

she's from Saint-Étienne,

she's twenty-five and apparently likes tattoos.

How do you know that?

Poor little one.

Well, I've got it.

My deepest condolences.

Good morning.

- Béatrice. - Jacques.

It's very nice you came, but you really didn't need to.

Are you joking?

Arnaud was more than just a client, he was a friend to me.

I'm stunned by his brutal death and can't imagine how you must feel.

But I have some sensitive information to share.

Arnaud may not have made you aware, but he changed his will and testament.

What? When?

Six months ago.

- Mum, did you know? - No, absolutely not, no.

Of course, well, given the circumstance,

I should tell you, without further ado, the changes he made.

- Why were you at the property early? - I've told you. I wasn't.

What do you mean?

Can we speak just a moment?

Okay.

- What is it? - Read this.

Right, I see.

- Is there a problem? - What?

- A problem? - No, no, it's just…

I'm thinking about all the times you said you didn't know Arnaud Lasserre.

But we just received a document from the Lasserre family's notary.

You might find it interesting.

"I, the undersigned, Arnaud Lasserre,

born on 7th July 1960,

hereby bequeath my worldly possessions to my four heirs in equal parts,

Béatrice Lasserre, née Morel,

my son, Mathieu Lasserre, and my daughter Lucie Lasserre…"

"And my other daughter,

Alba Mazier."

What kind of joke is this?

But…

You've known this all along and said nothing?

I was bound by professional secrecy.

Only Arnaud could tell you, but apparently he chose to keep it secret.

- Mum? - Hmm?

You have nothing to say?

How many times do I have to tell you, that guy is not my dad!

You don't think I know who my father is?

It's been authenticated by the notary.

But I don't know him!

Listen to me, please!

I never met this man before he gave me this job, okay?

And yet, as of this morning, a quarter of his property belongs to you.

That's a change to your finances.

Pretty good motive for murder. Especially…

You know, for someone like you.

Why do you say, "Someone like me"?

A girl like you, an addict, a waster, and a criminal.

I finished with all that.

You know what they say…

"Once the train gets going…"

And also…

If you were planning on hitting the jackpot by killing Arnaud Lasserre,

then maybe you should get your facts straight first.

Article 726 of the Civil Code.

"Excluded from the succession is the person or persons

condemned as a criminal

and charged with having intentionally murdered the benefactor."

I don't understand, Jacques. What is that? I don't know what you're saying.

It means, Mathieu, that if the court does find her guilty of murdering our father,

she'll be disinherited.

Am I right?

She'll get nothing.

- Shame for you. - No, but I didn't do it!

It wasn't me, I swear!

I can see it on your face that you're afraid.

There's something you're hiding from me. What's frightening you?

Am I interrupting?

Pretty rude to start without me.

And you are?

Ms Manon Simoni.

I'm here so I can speak with my client.

Right away.

Many thanks.

Okay…

So, who are you?

Who sent you?

No one did.

But from my perspective, you're being questioned without a defence lawyer. Hmm?

So there you go. My job is to get you out.

What happened this morning?

Well… I'm not the one going to jail.

It's up to you.

Ar… Arnaud said to meet him in the fields early this morning.

- Okay. - I don't know why.

I thought my job might be on the line, so I went.

Then there he was on the ground.

But why did you run?

I'm sorry but I was pretty panicked to be honest.

With my record, I knew the police would try and tie me to it.

And I was right.

Look. I think I know how to get you out of custody.

But… first, I need your trust.

And second, don't say another word to that man.

Thank you for the little break. It's given me some… time to think.

That must have felt bizarre.

Okay, now I'm gonna tell you what happened.

I'm pretty sure you came to Grasse

to beg your biological father for financial help.

But I reckon patriarch Lasserre didn't react the way you'd hoped.

He wanted to spend some time with you, make up for lost years without you.

But then, that's not what you were interested in, was it?

You decided that the best way to get your hands on the money was to kill him.

However, you don't know your French laws.

And poor Alba gets nothing.

Detective, you have no DNA and no weapon.

Just a photo and a statement from a witness

who, as everyone says, spends his time licking his boss's boots.

And I don't mean "boots", but I won't be vulgar.

Careful, miss.

You're so fixated on my client, you haven't begun to realise

the victim's family lied about what happened.

What do you mean?

The day before the murder was anything but ordinary.

You know the whole family waited for that day for months?

The day on which the estate's future would be secured.

Maison Oris, one of the biggest perfumers…

Omar.

They undertook to buy the estate to get exclusive access to the roses,

while allowing the Lasserre family to keep running the farm.

The Lasserre family would hold onto their land,

and finally be rich again.

Apart from one thing…

No, I'm out.

That… That must be a joke.

Are you having a little stroke, my darling?

Do you not want to step down?

Without this, we don't stand a chance any more.

I don't understand, Arnaud. We've been negotiating for months.

So, somebody in this room is trying to play me.

Well, let's go.

How do you know all this?

'Cause I was there.

I'm the granddaughter of Arnaud Lasserre.

…de Grasse.

Do you think you're funny?

See this grand cru? Huh?

I'd planned to open it to celebrate the sale.

I was going to put it away. But I thought, "No, actually. Why should I?"

Huh?

You could die… tomorrow.

- Couldn't you, huh? - Is that a threat?

I deserve Oris' money as much as you do.

You and your bastard flowers.

- Arnaud, I'm bored of this life of yours! - You wanted this life.

I never forced you.

Do you really wanna play this game? This is you, I know that.

What are you saying? And to who?

A game?! Are you out of your mind, love?

You know what I think? The kids are right.

You just don't want to step down.

You despise them.

- You despise us all. - Why right now?

- There's something you're hiding. - Me? And what about you? Huh?

What are you hiding? Do you want war?

Mum?

You're still here?

I can't stop thinking about Dad.

- I can't be alone tonight. - Mm.

Where's your brother?

Why? Doesn't it count that I'm here.

Darling. Mm, mm, mm.

It does count.

Hmm?

What are we drinking to?

Nothing.

… keys to the car Don't play with me

Now lean back and relax

While I get up in your eardrums And make you wanna dance

Léo?

Léo? Léo?

Léo?

- Léo?! - Mum!

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Sorry, sorry. I'm sorry.

Why were you with the police?

It's okay. It was a mistake.

They won't come back. Promise.

I know you're lying to protect me, but it doesn't work.

I'm too old for it. Stop doing it.

What are you still doing here?

You're not out of the woods yet.

That detective said you can't leave Grasse.

He'll be all over you.

Okay but stop being so formal. We're the same age.

What makes me think your family didn't send you?

Well, why would I have helped you get out of custody?

I don't know. Maybe so you can betray me later.

Perverse behaviour runs through the Lasserres, it seems.

I'm not like my family.

For now, I'm the only one who thinks you're innocent.

That's what bothers me.

Why?

Are you not hearing me?

This is just the beginning.

You can't do it alone, Alba.

These people will crush you. I've seen them do it.

My family are bad people.

And I have my reasons to be mad at them.

Do you see that if you're innocent, you'll get part of the inheritance?

Do you realise what that could do for you and your son?

Let me help you.

What really matters more? Why I'm here, or how I'm getting you out?

Huh?

I didn't murder Arnaud Lasserre.

I've done nothing.

Yeah, I know.

I was framed.

We'll do our best to prove it.

Um, Dad?

Mm?

- Dad! - Yeah, what?

Will you get up? We're running late.

Let me sleep.

Are you serious?

Please, not this morning.

Oh, shit.

Shit.

I'm coming.

Fuck!

How does she look to you from the other side?

The cuckold.

Hmm, Black Jack?

Mum, shall we go?

- Hey, you! - Hey!

- I was getting a bit concerned. - I know, I'm sorry.

But with the May roses, things, um… things are mad around here.

No, no, I understand. I am…

just looking forward to holding you. I can't wait. I miss you.

I miss you too.

- But I have to go now, sorry I… - Big day?

Oh, yeah. I have to go and talk to the manufacturers, it's…

You have no idea. It's just so boring.

If it's any comfort,

I've made space in the wardrobe for when you get here next week.

Oh, that's great. Uh…

I've got to go, okay?

Okay. All right. I love you.

Yeah.

The computer's in the study. Sure this'll work?

No. But we need to know who brought me to frame me. This might be my only chance.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

COPY HARD DRIVE

We are gathered here today to honour the lift of Arnaud Lasserre.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

What the hell is she up to?

"There's life and there's death in this world."

"Is someone among us going to get out alive? No."

"So we must spend our time wisely."

"We must eat exquisite food, swim in the sea,

spend all day in the sun, and walk barefoot in forests."

"Tell the truth that you carry in your heart."

"Be crazy, be kind, be different."

"The time we have in this world is short."

ChatGPT.

Yes, I asked ChatGPT to…

…write something meaningful on… the cycle of life and death, you know.

Arnaud.

My dear Arnaud.

So delicate with a rose.

And yet, so… prickly with his fellow people.

Arnaud helped me learn that a rose can express

the same emotions that humans do.

Like… gentleness, tenderness, or…

fidelity.

And, of course, duplicity.

And… treason.

Fucking hell.

What the hell is this?

"You're not going to marry some peasant", cried Mama.

I wasn't even twenty yet.

What's it all for?

All this and nothing.

You think you know someone.

You think he loves you.

But in fact, he never really loved you.

And you never really knew him.

What a joke.

What?

No! No!

DELETION IN PROGRESS

No! No, no, no.

Ah, fuck.

THE FUNERAL ENDED

Honestly, darling…

You actually believe you can get out of this?

Dad?