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Raped and killed under a hail of shells...

You think the killer continues to subject to the same torture

women that look like her?

He's giving them the same scar as Maria.

How many were buried in the trench with her?

Twelve.

Only one survived.

He'd gone mad when they found him.

He's been in an asylum since then.

I see...

Could the killer have escaped before the paramedics arrived?

I think he faked a coma when they pulled him out.

The bodies in the trench were evacuated

by ambulances picking up soldiers in the area.

Yes.

He could have swapped his dog tag for a dead's one

on his way to the hospital.

He wouldn't be the first.

The guy who has gone insane,

he saw the killer.

You know where he is?

I don't even know his name.

I need you. The general staff decided to bury the case.

Are you done, sir?

- Are you hungry? - No, thanks.

I'm expected.

- New friend? - Not at all.

You're at that age.

Give me the portrait.

"MAK"...

September 1917...

He drew her from memory six months after she died.

I say he's the killer.

You tried to find him and you don't have a clue.

You're doing it on purpose?

Hiding something?

No. I preferred to retrace the steps of Maria Coutant.

Keep doing that. Max will take care of the painter.

No! Why?

That's the way it is.

I'll notify the others about this, but you report only to me.

Okay, boss.

I didn't expect to see you today.

I missed you.

I was told of a bar to have dinner near your place.

What do you say?

Yeah, sure.

- I heard you've seen Antoine? - Yes.

How do you know that?

That's my job to know.

You gave him intel that helped our investigation.

I wish I had them too.

I didn't give him anything. I don't know what you're looking for.

He came here to see his doctor so he could check his wounds

and we just talked.

I just felt stupid in front my boss.

Sorry.

He was looking for a nurse

with a scar who died in the Battle of the Aisne.

I heard a colleague talking about it.

That's okay.

How did she know about that girl?

I have no idea.

Next time, think about me.

I'm always thinking about you.

I heard you brought a young guy. Do I know him?

He's a cop.

My contact in Homicide.

And you have a connecting door?

You're very close.

His girlfriend dumped him.

So you're consoling him? No kidding!

You don't know me well.

You mean I know you too well!

I'll see you tonight?

No, I'm busy tonight.

Really busy or...

Am I interrupting?

No, come in.

Antoine Kerlac, this is Gabrielle, a reporter colleague.

She just got back from an Istanbul report.

Fascinating! What's up in Istanbul?

France and England are decimating the Turkish Empire,

sharing territories disregarding the locals.

It'll cost us.

And they sent a woman there?

- That's amazing. - They didn't send me.

I had to fight to go there.

I'd love to hear that.

My pleasure.

Tonight if you want?

No. We've got work to do with Antoine tonight.

You'll have to leave us.

Well, see you later, Antoine.

See you later.

See you tomorrow.

Gee...

how many you got in your harem?

A harem? She's a friend.

A very close friend, then.

Not as close as this cop

who's got killers on his tail.

And who's showing the picture of his lost love!

My love is dead. It doesn't take up space.

Now, this is serious.

I was followed coming out of Homicide.

I lost them but I'm scared.

It's me they're after.

They hoped you'd lead them to me.

Suzanne Vandel called the paper. She wants to see me.

See you?

What if it's a trap?

I'll take the risk. It's the only way to find out those bastards' names.

What if they kill you?

I'll leave you my notes so you can avenge me.

Or else, you'll put my photo next to Étienne's.

You're funny!

Sorry, sir.

Ketoff didn't come back to his paper, we don't know where he is.

And his friend, Kerlac? They spend every second together!

He got away from us too.

You fools!

Ventura's moving fast on Launay's death.

You've 12 hours to shut them up. Not one more.

Here.

Max...

I need a suspect for the prefect.

You will bring us the one who drew the scarred nurse.

- Kerlac didn't find anything? - No.

He's on another lead.

I say this guy is the killer.

To draw a portrait of this woman from memory...

six months after she died,

one must be obsessed.

Got informers in Montparnasse?

I'll manage.

Mr. Ketoff, thank you for answering my call.

You're welcome. What is it about?

I read your articles.

You speak out against injustice, corruption...

So I wanted you to know...

It's hard for me, you know.

It affects you directly?

It's your husband, isn't it?

He took over my family's factory,

but he made management errors.

To win his money back, during the war, he...

managed to convince a civil servant to buy expired canned food.

And there were victims among soldiers.

You know the name of the civil servant?

First, I need to know my name won't be mixed up in this.

I can't promise that, but I have one rule:

I never reveal a source.

I only need you to make sure I'm off the hook.

Thank you.

Ernest Guichard signed the order form for the cans.

He was a stewardship manager,

he's now Chief of Staff of the prefect of police.

How could policemen have been bribed to kill my father and Berger?

They were already accomplices.

I have to go to Rameau-Vandel's headquarters.

I need testimonies and proof.

- You think people will talk to you? - Some will.

I inquired about Vandel's business. There's been strikes at the factory.

I'm meeting with a unionist who's been fired.

You move fast.

I better, if we want to stay alive.

Be careful, okay? Don't go out tonight.

Come on, Alphonse,

for the sake of our friendship, don't unsubscribe from my list!

It'd be approving these gossips!

Alphonse!

Suzanne!

I need to talk to you! It's urgent.

Listen,

our friends turn away from us. We must do something.

Did you call that reporter?

He needs to write an article defending me.

Ketoff won't do anything.

You should expect the worst.

The worst?

What do you mean?

It can't be. We have to do something!

There's no "we" anymore.

It's over.

Suzanne!

Suzanne! Open the door!

You'll go down with me!

They'll turn their back on you too! You'll be alone!

Suzanne...

I beg you...

Does he go out sometimes?

Never.

Félix is terrified.

He has no one to take him in outside.

Did he tell you about what he's been through?

No.

You haven't heard what happened to him in his trench?

What?

His file indicates a concussion during the bombing.

He got stuck under a pile of beams.

When the paramedics rescued him, he was incoherent.

He's still unable to formulate his memories in a clear manner.

Those are happy birds.

We'd like to be like them.

Be able to fly.

Leave everything behind.

Félix...

My name is Antoine.

I'm here to talk about Maria.

Maria Coutant.

Do you remember?

The pretty nurse who you were with there.

It was raining shells...

you were trapped under the earth.

Maria was nice.

Most of your companions died.

But not you, nor her.

Both of you were scared of being buried alive.

I'm sure Maria tried to comfort you in the dark.

Maybe she even held your hand?

Yes.

She had managed to find candles and water.

She told me

I had to stay calm,

that we were going to make it.

But the other... took her away from me.

The other?

She struggled so he hit her.

She was crying.

She was begging.

She was calling me.

The other thought it was funny to hurt her.

Félix, who was the other?

Sometimes, he would yell like an animal for hours

or for days. And I couldn't move!

- Who was the other? - I couldn't move!

I couldn't help her.

Come in.

Thanks, Émile.

When Kerlac shows up, tell him to come see me.

Yes, captain.

He's here.

Another survived in the trench with Félix Mougins.

His name?

He doesn't remember. He'd just been assigned in the squad.

Wait...

I just received the list of the soldiers trapped with Maria.

There he is.

A man was enlisted the night before the attack.

His name is Marius Evrard.

We just need to find out under what name he kills.

Well done, Kerlac!

Max is going to identify whoever drew the nurse.

A model recognized his signature.

He's our guy.

I need you, Doctor. I need to sneak in to see my brother.

Tell me why.

Max is at Falguière and Pardieu is convinced Antoine's the killer.

He absolutely needs to remember.

Remember what?

He was there when they took the victims out of the trench.

He must have seen Maria's killer.

I was starting to miss our getaways.

Antoine, I know I said no visits,

but your sister and Dr. Paul have to tell you something important.

You know about Louise?

Yes, Dr. Paul told me everything. Don't worry.

Do you remember me?

You used to come over with your parents and Louise.

I'm here to help you.

Help?

I'll be fine, I'll get through this.

Antoine...

Pardieu is convinced you killed Maria and the others.

Jenny and the models.

That's crazy.

It wasn't me.

I know, but all signs point to you.

The photographer's your friend, Maria's portrait,

the button of your regiment found on the first victim,

you visiting Jenny...

We have everything to exonerate you,

but the police hates to be wrong.

While they check everything...

They might lock you up. It'll take time.

What do you want?

Help us identify the killer.

You told me you were there when they took the bodies out.

You must have seen him.

I don't remember, I don't know...

I was in bad shape.

There's a solution, Antoine.

I talked it over with Dr. Malkov.

If you agree...

Your body is heavy... really heavy...

so is your head...

your eyes are closing...

you're sleeping, Antoine.

The shooting stopped...

and the navvies start digging...

You've been waiting five days to know...

if Maria is alive.

Bodies are pulled out...

one after the other...

Tell me what you see.

They are long dead...

I'm scared for Maria, I can't see her...

They pull out a guy...

He's screaming, he's hurt...

He's calling Maria...

He's crying...

I don't get what he's saying...

Then...

I see her...

I mean, I see her hands on a bloody sheet...

I want to see her face, they won't let me...

They tell me she's dead...

They're taking her...

I'm fighting, they're holding me back...

And then what?

One last stretcher's passing before me...

The man's unconscious but he's breathing...

I want to know where they're taking him...

Do you have his name?

They tell me his name is Marius Evrard.

I find my way to the hospital...

Did you talk to him?

No.

When I get there, they tell me he died during transport...

But did you see his face?

Marius Evrard's face?

Could you recognize him?

No, not his face.

But...

he had a scar on his chest...

What did it look like?

The murderer you're looking for,

it's the certainty of dying buried alive

who triggered his violence and him acting out.

An old fear and a great violence resurfaced.

And he took it out on this poor Maria.

It must have been another woman he was targeting.

Perhaps his mother.

Why kill the others?

A need to reproduce Maria in order to relive his fantasy.

- Good luck. - Thank you, Doctor.

Marius Evrard swapped his dog tag with a dead man

when he was in the ambulance.

The key is knowing under what name he was admitted to the hospital.

But first, we need to find the wounded list.

There were so many!

Thanks to his scar, we're going to identify him soon.

It's me. Can I come in?

Yes, come in. It's open.

You've got five minutes?

Yes.

Max will be here soon.

I don't want him to see you here.

I won't be long.

When you were sorting the wounded in the ambulance bay,

there was always a nurse writing down their injuries.

- Was it like that everywhere? - Yes.

We developed the process and they applied it to all hospitals.

What happened to the notes?

I don't know. They may have archived them.

Could you look into it?

I can try.

What are you looking for?

The killer's model took a dead man's identity.

If I'm able to identify the wounded who came to the hospital that day...

If you don't know his age or how he looks...

He has a distinctive sign. A recent scar on his chest.

It looks like a rose under his right collarbone.

I'll take a look.

But if I find something, I'll tell Max about it.

I don't want to fall out with him. We're serious.

I understand. I hope to be invited to the wedding!

Of course.

Enjoy your dinner!

Hundreds of soldiers murdered during the war by an industrialist

and a corrupt civil servant!

Mr. Ketoff left you a message.

He wants to meet you near the paper for lunch.

Thanks!

Suzanne!

Have you seen the paper?

Did you give out Guichard's name?

- How could you? - I'm protecting myself.

You tarnished my father's name and business!

I did it for us, to secure our future!

I knew you were opportunistic and dishonest,

but not stupid and dangerous.

I don't want to go down with you.

Suzanne!

You're going to abuse me in front of our servants?

Yes?

Come on, Marcel, they're just rumors!

I've always helped you!

Mail this letter immediately.

- It's urgent. - Yes, sir.

Give it to me.

Let's go.

Clearly your friend Ketoff has been snooping around!

Bribery, poisoning of soldiers,

murders of witnesses...

Vandel reportedly shot himself.

One less bastard if we believe Ketoff.

- Are you taking care of Guichard? - Probably.

Any details?

Not yet, but you should ask your friend Kerlac.

He must know since the rotten cans story caused the deaths of his dad

and Berger.

- What? - I'll tell you later.

I don't know what he's talking about, I haven't seen Ketoff for days.

I'm not sure I believe you.

Suit yourself.

I'm on Marius Evrard's trail and I've got a distinctive sign.

Tell me about it.

Mr. Georges is here to see you.

Send him in, Jérôme.

Mr. Minister, from Mr. Guichard.

Vandel's letter involving you.

Where is he?

He's waiting in the car.

He wants to see you.

He wants money and a procedure to leave the country or...

he will turn himself in to Homicide.

It's unfortunate.

He shouldn't react like that.

He shouldn't, sir.

Hand this over to him for me.

With my thanks.

Take him far away from Paris.

Do what needs to be done.

Look at me.

...while the wolf isn't here.

If the wolf was here.

He would eat us!

- Well? Are we going to the park? - Yes.

What do you want from Ketoff?

Why don't you ask him?

Why did Ventura arrest Ketoff?

He probably wants to know who he got his story from.

Will it last long?

Until they make him crack.

But it won't happen.

I hope so.

What about you?

Any progress with Marius Evrard?

Waiting for his military file to get his family's address.

Until then, I'd like to see my Jane Doe.

See that knife?

It killed Launay three days ago near Champ-de-Mars.

We found it near the park.

Next to blood, signs of a struggle...

and this.

It's yours, isn't it?

Of course, your fingerprints are on it.

Is it forbidden to walk around the park?

Not at all.

But you can't refuse to testify in a criminal case.

Which case?

Jacques Launay's murder.

I don't know him.

Come on!

He's the one who gave you Guichard's name.

That's why he was killed?

I didn't know him.

Enough, Ketoff.

Guichard's on the run but I want to bust the others.

I never reveal my sources.

I've done my job, do yours.

You didn't read my report?

I'm starting over.

I've already examined everything. There's nothing but food stains.

We'll never know who she was.

The fabric, the wear and tear, the cut...

tell a lot of things.

Her environment,

her trade...

It's been hand-sewn.

A country girl...

who came to work in the city?

Perhaps a housemaid?

Her pockets were empty.

When you're alone and poor, you keep your treasure on you.

But there's no lining.

Maybe inside the hems?

Here, I'm feeling something.

"Fiona".

And the bills aren't the same. There's one Irish.

Boss!

- Yes? - Our Jane Doe...

Her name was Fiona, she was 20 and she was Irish.

It was inside her hems.

A foreigner?

That's why nobody missed her.

Call the Irish consulate.

There is also an Irish church organized to receive labor force.

- I'll go there now. - Okay.

We're going to take care of Valbonne!

Max got a hold of one of his friends.

We'll get them to talk.

Well done!

Nice job, Max!

He won't talk, but I think he knows something.

Don't you?

Guichard was found hanging from a tree in Bois de Vincennes.

Apparently, someone's cleaning up.

Most likely.

A cigarette?

It's nice of you, captain. Thank you.

Tell me about Antoine Kerlac.

Are you close?

I get intel from him sometimes. I haven't seen him for a while.

His dad and Berger were killed

for investigating Marguerite Tissier's death

whom you mentioned.

Did he put you on the trail of this story?

How did he know?

Ketoff, answer me and I'll leave you alone!

Fuck you, Ventura.

What part of that don't you understand?

Okay, fine. You've had time to think.

I warned you.

Get comfy, I'm almost ready.

Look what I found!

What?

They look delicious! Thanks.

It's starting at 8:00 p.m.

I'm so happy!

I dreamed of seeing Chevalier at the Palace Theater.

I thought so. I love it too.

Wow!

You're gorgeous.

Where did you buy them?

At the market, right behind my place.

Where's your place?

I don't even know your address.

I'm renting a room.

Being alone and doing my job, it's more convenient.

But that might change.

What do you say?

What are you really asking me?

How about you and I share more than our evenings?

If you wanted...

we could...

make it official.

Yes, I want to.

I'm sorry.

Ouch!

Quick, take it off!

It'll come out if I clean it now.

- I'm sorry... - It's okay, don't worry.

- I'm a bit clumsy. - It happens to all of us.

What?

Does my scar bother you?

No... It's just you hadn't told me...

you were this badly injured.

I forgot.

I guess you've seen worse.

Yes.

I get emotional...

I'll clean that.

How are you?

Fine and you? What happened?

Ventura grilled me.

I'm tired, but I didn't spit it out.

Thanks.

Why?

For protecting me.

I must leave France in two days.

What?

They're deporting you?

If I appeal, they'll lock me up while a judge decides.

Where will you go?

To Russia.

The New York Times wants me to cover the revolution.

History's happening there.

And I want to know my parents' country.

Are we breaking up?

You can come with me.

Roman, I can't leave now.

Pardieu is convinced my brother is the killer, he'll arrest him soon.

I understand.

Kiss Gisèle for me.

I'm sure she'd have come.

You'll tell her...

I will.

Yes? It's me.

I understand. I'm on my way.

It was Sophie's clinic, my ex-fiancée.

It's the end.

I promised I'd be here when she leaves.

Max!

Max! Untie me!

Max! Don't leave me here!

Kerlac!

- Pardieu wants to see you. - Really?

I have to warn him when you're here.

Don't tell him I stopped by.

I've to go to the Irish consulate first.

I need to know where Fiona worked.

I can't, Kerlac.

Well, tell him whatever you want. I'll be right back.

Kerlac!

Sophie left us. The funeral's tomorrow.

Listen, I wanted to say...

I was a jerk yesterday.

I've never met someone like you.

You amaze me. You are beautiful as a man or as a woman.

I don't know how to say that stuff, I'm not good at it, but...

Come with me.

Let's leave together. We can do great things.

As equals, as partners.

I told you I can't right now!

Wait, don't leave it like this.

Kerlac!

- I'm coming! - Listen.

I'll be at the hotel tonight.

The cops will pick up tomorrow and take me to the border post.

There'll be a seat for you in the car.

Okay...

- See you later. - Okay.

I need to talk to you.

Pardieu's been looking for you.

- He chewed me out. - I'm sorry.

I have to tell you something...

I found a message for you.

From you friend Lydia. She called last night.

Lydia? She knows I don't work nights.

Yes...

She wanted to get an urgent message to you.

She just said, "Marius is..." and hung up.

Marius...

Shit, I have to go!

Thanks, Émile!

- Have you seen Kerlac today? - No.

Any message for him?

A friend called without leaving a message last night. Why?

I haven't heard from my friend Lydia. I'm worried.

Maybe Kerlac have?

Ask him.

Any news on Valbonne?

He's not at the Vandel's.

Colleagues arrested him for drugs. That's all Mrs. Vandel knows.

We should be able to find him then.

What do we do about Kerlac?

He tricked us with Valbonne.

He is convinced that Valbonne is innocent.

Maybe he's right.

Is he on to something?

It looks promising...

Well, I'm off to the prefecture.

No, Lydia didn't check in this morning.

I haven't heard from her.

Not her style, is it?

No. We sent someone to her place,

the janitor said she didn't sleep there.

Perhaps she had an accident...

I don't know.

Émile, it's Kerlac. Is Pardieu here?

- No, he just left. - Shit!

When will he be back?

He didn't say.

Tell him I'm scared.

My friend Lydia's missing, I fear she's in the killer's hands.

I called the Irish consulate, they gave me Fiona's address.

A guest house in 15 Descartes street, near the Pantheon.

I'll hurry there.

I'll try to call Pardieu at the prefecture.

Very good.

- Mrs. Émilienne? - Yes?

A detective wants to talk to you.

Thank you, Lucie.

Hello, sir.

Hello.

If you're looking for a room, we're full.

It's about Fiona Kelly.

Right, little Fiona! Have you heard from her?

She's been gone for a while. She worked here for...

three months maximum.

When was it?

During fall 1917.

What do you want from her?

She was murdered.

Shortly after she left you.

Oh my God...

Why did she leave?

I don't know.

One day I found her room empty.

And you didn't call the police?

Well, she was of age...

and she had taken all her stuff, so we thought she had met someone

and didn't dare telling me.

We?

Who is "we"?

One of my lodgers.

He's a policeman at Homicide.

Mr. Max Weber.

Max? Does he live here?

Yes.

Show me his room.

I'm sorry but I can't.

Open it or I'll blow all your doors up!

He's going to be furious.

That sick guy already killed six women.

He's going to kill another one if I don't find him.

Max?

No, it's impossible. You're wrong.

Max Weber isn't his real name.

He took a dead soldier's identity.

His real name is Marius Evrard.

It's my son...

Max, please! Let me go!

So you can tell Kerlac about it?

No...

Lydia...

Ah, Lydia...

I warned you.

Why try to leave him a message?

That prick playing the vigilante! You still love him?

No! I don't care about Antoine!

You don't get it!

There is no Antoine!

Antoine is a woman.

Her name is Louise, she's my friend and she took her brother's place.

A woman?

Yes.

I was barely 18 when he was born.

I was alone, I had to manage by myself.

I wasn't unattractive.

Men hung around me, so I...

I lived on what I could offer them...

And when I had company...

I arranged to hide the kid somewhere.

I know he heard and saw things he shouldn't have.

Men are violent sometimes, you know.

Then a butcher married me...

but he didn't want the kid, so I sent him to foster care and...

I cut ties with him.

At the end of the war, I was a window...

and Marius found me.

He had become a cop.

I was very proud of him.

He had changed his name.

To avoid the slaughter.

He had told me not to tell anyone.

Émilienne...

I need to find him.

Does he have a favorite place?

I don't know, he's very secretive.

Please, we're talking about a woman's life.

What is that?

Champigny, my father's village.

We used to go there when Marius was a kid.

He liked fishing in the river.

Go away, Max!

If you go now, they won't catch you.

You're right, sweetheart.

And I leave you behind so you can tell them everything?

Tell them what?

I don't know anything!

How can I believe you?

You've been lying to me all along.

Why didn't you tell me the truth about him?

I mean, about her?

I had sworn!

Please!

What's the point?

I can't help them, I don't know anything!

I don't want to die...

What are you doing?

No, don't do that...

You can't do that. Not you...

Sweetheart...

you'll fall asleep.

It won't hurt.

No!

No!

Don't move!

Or I'll shoot you!

She's alive.

Just asleep.

You're lying, bastard! You killed her like the others!

I couldn't...

Not her...

I deflected my shot.

Let me go.

You won't get away with this, you skunk!

Don't fool around, Max!

Are you taking that risk?

Don't touch her.

Don't make me shoot Lydia.

She saved me.

Thanks to her, things can be different.

Come on...

Give me a chance.

What about Maria, Fiona, Yvonne, Céleste, Margaux

and Amélie? Did you give them a chance?

And Jenny, Bartoli and Vidovic?

It's your fault, Kerlac!

You moved too fast.

I had no choice.

You fucked me over, you bitch!

I should've shot you.

Come on... damn it!

You caught your father's killers.

Let me go,

you'll never hear from me again.

Stop or I'll shoot!

Lydia! Are you okay? It's over.

I'm sorry, Lydia.

It's over...

Hello, sir.

Hello.

When you found Margaux's body...

Max was nowhere to be found.

He'd gone to kill Jenny.

I investigated his service records.

I found out that, before he got here,

Max was chasing pornographic film merchants,

and he was blackmailing Vidovic

to discreetly attend the shooting of his films.

And he chose the girls he liked.

At first,

the property on the island was Vidovic's studio

and when he got the Bicêtre warehouse...

Max decided to lock up his victims there.

He could have killed me many times.

You must have touched him.

Like you touched me.

Louise Kerlac!

I could've sworn a woman couldn't be a good cop.

You're better than all of us.

Don't worry,

I'll keep my mouth shut.

Like your Dr. Paul...

Why are you leaving Homicide, boss?

My son's dead.

Executed to set an example.

I didn't see him live.

I have a daughter left.

This damn war made her a widow with a little boy.

I don't want to miss them.

Good luck, detective Kerlac!

He knew about you.

He's been having doubts for a while.

He lets me continue, it's amazing...

No,

he's smart.

You are amazing, Louise.

It's been a pleasure being with you.

I wouldn't have made it without you.

Oh... without me...

and without Ketoff!

Where is he now?

Tomorrow at dawn, he's being taken to the Russange border post.

Didn't he ask you to come with him?

And you'd rather stay a cop...

close to your brother and I, am I right?

I don't know.

Thank you.

It's a whole new life for me, you know?

Miss Kerlac wants to see you, sir. It's urgent.

Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Vandel.

Malkov told me you were here.

Yes.

Huh...

This is Louise, my twin sister.

I didn't know Antoine had a sister.

Nice to meet you.

Do you mind?

No.

Louise, I'd be glad to know you better.

- Are you okay? - Yes.

I'm okay...

It's hard, but I'm holding on.

What about you?

Ketoff is gone, I'm a bit lost.

Why are you still here?

Go find him!

I don't want to leave you...

I don't want to...

Everything's fine.

It's going to be okay, don't worry.

It's going to be okay.

I promise.

Hey!

I'm in good hands.

It's all right.

Okay?

You promise?

Yes, don't worry.

You'll give me news, won't you?

Okay?

STOP! CUSTOMS

Thank you.

- Hello. - Hello.

Your papers, please.

Thank you.

Whose car is this?

Antoine gave it to me. It's the Vandel's.

Are you coming, partner?

Subtitles: Lucie Monteau www.plint.com