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What's going on, Fred?

My legs.

Fred?

I can't feel my legs!

OK, I'm coming.

(music)

An apparently serious accident.

This is an MVA involving a single vehicle.

What's all this bullshit?

That's what I was wondering too.

I don't know!

Yes.

Moretti, can you explain why you're sending us on a wild goose chase?

dispute between a tree and a hairdresser's car?

That's for you to find out, Cain!

Find out what?

I don't know.

Order from the examining magistrate, the investigation is opened.

OK.

We'll investigate.

Stéphane Michelet, 43 years old, living on boulevard du Prado at

Marseilles.

According to these kids, there was a loud skidding noise,

and then the crash.

They were lower down on the rocks.

They immediately arrived and called 17.

Do we at least have a vague reason to believe that someone

helped him kiss that conifer?

We're going to have the vehicle analysed.

Judging by the tyre marks on the ground, he must have taken the bend a bit harder.

90 kilometres an hour when he stalled.

We found a USB key cap, but no USB key.

And a woman's shoe, just one.

There was someone else with him.

This one is for you.

If the second one wasn't eaten by a grouper, it's mine.

Who's my report for?

The research section for serial killer pines?

No, surprise.

In your office.

Yes, I'll see about that.

Absolutely.

Absolutely.

I've got to go.

I'll see you.

Glaucoma or aniseed-flavoured drinks?

Shitty night. What about you?

The same.

Anna Spiegelman, examining magistrate.

Don't bother, we don't know each other.

I'm usually into game control, not cold meat.

You scared me, I thought it was another

pimping brigade blunder.

They arrest call girls and then leave them lying around.

I waited for you under the tree this morning.

I was bored, so I went back.

The two-wheeler. Not always easy to start.

What did you find there apart from Michelet?

You're opening an investigation, so you think that the death of

wasn't an accident?

Michelet.

Inspector at the games commission for the PACA region.

His mum must have been proud of him.

OK, you don't care and neither do I.

But not the floor.

From Cassis to Monaco, all the casinos depended on Michelet's pen.

Creation, closure, merger, everything.

In a democracy, when a bum dies, you change the pavement.

When it's a senior civil servant, you put a judge on the case.

I'm sorry.

I know this will break your heart, but I have to go.

And where are you going?

Shopping, I've got my in-laws for dinner.

No, to the IML.

Cute, but not smart!

Shall I come with you?

No way!

Trying to make out with me at the first red light...

Taking my car.

See you later, pretty biker.

That's the first time I've seen you so happy to have

with the law.

You mean I'm chasing after you?

Did he have alcohol in his blood?

No.

Any signs of intoxication?

No.

Was he getting high?

Maybe, but on orange juice.

Pupils perfect, nasal septum perfect.

No injection marks and all markers negative.

Nice of you to let me know.

Sorry about that.

I thought I'd forgotten something, I couldn't remember what.

Try women's department.

For boys' memories, it's even better than fish.

Any signs of assault or strangulation?

Any blows before or after the accident?

Perhaps you read books or watched films,

but I studied medicine.

I can tell you, it was the impact with the tree that

killed this man.

This is perfect.

When I'm told things clearly, I don't have any questions.

Thank you, Doctor.

How's it going?

Yes, Formol is not my favourite perfume.

So it was the accident that caused the death.

It doesn't explain what caused the accident.

That's the truth.

What could have caused an accident?

on a mountain bend at 100 kilometres an hour?

A skid.

Unless it's a slip or skid.

Lieutenant Delambre.

Nice to meet you too.

If you're looking for me, I'm here, but outside.

Stop or she won't be able to get past you.

In any case, the way things are going, it'll all be over tonight.

Accident.

You'll never hear from me again.

Did you do everything necessary?

Yes. Lieutenant Enchanted left messages for his wife,

but no reply so far.

Shame it's over so soon.

For once I met someone as nice as I am.

Will this be your only regret?

No.

That big nose in the middle of your face.

I'm going to miss it too.

A judge walks in.

Isn't that a first?

Let's imagine he's got a big moustache

and he's palling around with me to make fun of you,

would you be that cool?

I don't like it when you do it just for fun,

when there's a death on the table and an investigation going on.

You're used to me.

That's just it.

I already have a Captain Cain, I don't need a second one.

And no offence, but in a ‘I don't think so’ kind of way.

what I say and I don't say what I think’, she looks good to me.

better than you.

OK.

Leaving aside what she says,

What do you think the judge thinks?

I don't think a magistrate would throw herself at an accident like that.

just because the victim is a senior civil servant.

Yes ?

YES?

Next client. We are expected in Endoume.

We'll see you this morning!

The deceased is Grégoire Bastien, 61, pastry chef.

His wife found him dead in the lab, probably the victim of a burglary.

She thinks her heart has given out.

Is the shop his?

And the young woman with the bun in the car,

is that her daughter?

No, his wife.

Élodie Bastien.

The other one is Louis Bastien, her brother.

The victim's brother?

Yes.

Is he gentle too?

No. He was just helping him unload a load of eggs,

he does that from time to time.

According to him, his brother has been tired lately.

Are you coming?

Yes, I'm coming.

At least he didn't starve to death.

Go ahead, you can undock him.

You can't see anything, there's cream everywhere.

Tell the coroner to shampoo his hair.

In short, didn't you see anything?

No, I was upstairs in our flat.

I was unloading the lorry.

It was when I passed by with the eggs that I saw him.

I went up straight away to tell Elodie.

You didn't hear anything either?

Any shouting?

Your husband calling for help?

No.

It's not surprising with the racket it's making, the

cooling.

Which cooling system?

I didn't hear anything in the lab.

That's because we cut it off just before you arrived.

OK.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Thank you, Captain.

The captain!

Any other questions?

No.

Not getting a word out of the interrogation, it was still

a strategy on your part?

No.

It wasn't even deliberate?

It wasn't deliberate.

What's the matter with you, Captain?

Why have you suddenly become stupid?

Is that the judge?

No.

I'm usually stupid too.

No.

You're usually stupid, but you have an idea in the back of your head.

You're stupid to test my limits, for example.

You're cleverly stupid.

Now you're dumb as a post.

For the pastry chef, the killer is usually part of the family circle

or the first witnesses.

Were you taught this during your training courses?

Yes, from the look of the baker and the face of her brother-in-law,

you're tempted to lump them together.

Thank you, I have eyes too.

Yes, but that remains to be proven.

The victim was 70 years old.

I'm 61.

I meant physiological age.

Tired heart, stiff and narrowed vessels, total baldness,

Osteoarthritis of the upper limbs.

This man had been working 14 to 18 hours a day for years.

He was worn out, exhausted and old before his time.

Anyway, 70 is a young age to die.

of old age.

Especially when you're 61.

He didn't die of a heart attack, he died of asphyxiation.

In the cream pie?

No.

The texture was too airy.

I can confirm that.

There's bruising on both wrists.

They were hidden by his work gloves, flour and cream.

He was obviously immobilized and asphyxiated.

Asphyxiated how?

Like this?

Is it like that?

No.

No circular abrasion on neck.

So how?

Like this?

That's it.

No lesions on nose and mouth.

Is it telepathic choking?

By thought transmission?

No.

She's a forensic scientist who still has to look.

Captain, Lieutenant.

Any news of Michelet's wife?

I called her at work.

She hasn't been there since her husband died.

She didn't report her absence either.

That still leaves you with her gym,

his reading workshop and his sophrologist.

Maybe they'll know more.

I've already put two sergeants on it

and I've briefed all the patrols.

Great stuff.

Darling, how are you?

No, you're not bothering me.

You're calling to tell me something, but not on the phone?

Do you know what we're going to do?

We're going to dinner tonight.

That way we can talk quietly.

Is that all right?

Major Heinrich Himmler is asking for me.

All right, see you tonight.

See you later.

What brings you here, handsome Aryan?

A high official plucked from a tree.

Wasn't I supposed to see that with the judge?

That's what I said when she was here, the judge.

We're alone at last.

Go on, tell me.

According to the coroner, Michelet's death was caused by an accident.

Which obviously doesn't explain what caused the accident,

but it borders on road violence more than violence.

It's weird, though.

A guy who kills himself in a car?

Not so much.

No.

A magistrate who opens an enquiry before the causes of death are known.

have been clarified.

She's a magistrate, and that explains it.

She was dying to meet me, that's all.

All right, then.

Am I wasting my time asking you these kinds of questions?

You know everything, you understand everything.

You always know exactly what I'm thinking.

That's love.

And you know what they say: ‘Out of sight, out of mind.’

Don't take too long to report to me.

He's driving.

Are you lost?

Yes.

I don't have GPS on this thing.

But I've got reverse, so you can't expect too much.

On a more serious note, I came to bring you some news about

the Michelet case.

I don't have any.

Still haven't found his wife.

Nice of you to come and tell me so quickly, I couldn't have stood it.

to wait until tomorrow.

I've been delighted to finish this day with you, but what's the matter?

is that afterwards there's a party.

I'll leave you to it.

They don't sound as much fun as your business calls,

your personal calls.

Two phones.

A big ugly black one and a nice little pink one.

The second one is personal.

Even a disabled cop would understand that.

From the look on your face, that wasn't going to be much fun.

I find you very erotic.

Borel?

Yes.

You're lucky, I was just about to leave.

You bet! You're still hanging around the SRPJ.

hoping that Moretti realises you're still the last to leave.

I need a reading on a laptop.

Subscription in the name of Anna Spiegelman.

I'm particularly looking for calls

between 19:30 and 19:40.

Excuse me, Captain.

Isn't this more of a job for Lieutenant Delambre?

Yes, but maybe the captain has reasons for not asking

his lieutenant.

What if she finds out I'm working for her captain?

She'll blame you.

But if you don't, I'll be mad at you.

It's your choice, Borel.

Is that Spiegelman?

Yes, with just one N at the end, like bravo Borel, you chose

the best option.

Why didn't you use a condom?

We've talked about it dozens of times.

That's not the point, Dad.

No, you're right.

The problem is that Noémie is pregnant now.

She doesn't want to keep it.

Happy again!

I want to.

What do you want?

You're babies again!

A kid at 17, that's no fun.

What does your mother think?

Okay, you didn't tell her.

What about the mobile phone trace?

Not any more.

Be very careful. Your friends look like cops.

It was about Michelet's wife.

We still haven't found her.

Are you trying to sell me your pumps again?

How's five euros sound?

I've just had a report from the forensics department.

No anomaly in Michelet's car, no trace of sabotage.

The connection seems obvious to me.

Sonia has analysed it.

Fresh sweat, female DNA.

There was someone in the car with Michelet before the accident.

But this DNA is not on file.

Well, I hope you're patient.

With seven billion bipeds on Earth, 51% of them women,

even excluding left-footed one-leggers,

you still have about three and a half billion

of right feet to check.

This model, size 42.

Only one pair sold in the region this year.

Cassandra Del Rio.

She lives in La Ciotat.

That's where you should have started.

No, by telling you that I called her.

She's on her way.

And the judge, did you ring her too?

Why did you do that?

For the fun of playing leek to amuse you both?

Exactly.

The call record you asked for, Anna Spiegelman,

she's an examining magistrate.

Yes. So what?

A PJ officer talking to an examining magistrate,

doesn't that pose an ethical problem?

Ethics, my favourite synonym for incompetence or fear.

It doesn't matter, Borel. I'll ask Delambre.

So she'll find out I was here first?

Did you do my research?

Anna Spiegelman has two mobile phones in her name.

That's great news! You thrill me.

On the first one, no activity yesterday

between 19:30 and 19:40.

But on the second one, she received two calls.

Same number, one short and one longer just after.

She's taken the second one, but not the first.

And this number is?

It's getting complicated.

The IMEI signal does not match the SIM card identification.

According to the technician who spoke to me, the call was made from the prison.

Baumettes prison.

Thank you, Borel.

Cassandra Del Rio is here.

I've called the examining magistrate, she'll be here in 10 minutes.

At the same time, you may already know that, since you're being relieved of your duties.

all his mobile phones.

Borel.

Lieutenant.

Fucking...

You were fine with Stéphane Michelet in his car

a few minutes before the collision?

Yes.

And this slipper found in his pumpkin, can you explain that?

how?

Stéphane was very agitated.

We had an argument.

At a crossroads, he almost threw me out of his car.

That's when I lost my heel.

Why was he so nervous?

I loved Stéphane and he loved me, but there was Claire,

his wife. He didn't want to leave her.

Is that the only reason?

He didn't say anything about threats?

You didn't notice anything worrying

in the days leading up to his death?

Answer the lieutenant, please.

You know as well as I do,

Stéphane was the rainmaker

in all the casinos in the region.

Half the gambling industry hated him,

the other half courted him and they were all afraid of him.

One thing's for sure, the Cassandra Del Rio

was not there at the time of the collision.

That's right, he wasn't.

It wouldn't stand up today.

There's one thing that bothers me.

Why didn't you tell me you were onto him?

You were called in for questioning.

Yes. After identifying her and summoning her

when you should have done it before.

And you explained

why you threw yourself into this investigation?

I'll explain it one more time, but it'll be the last.

When a Michelet dies at the wheel of his car,

in the bath or with an alligator in his rectum,

the administration wants everything done properly.

At the same time, I really don't see why I'm wasting my time.

explaining it to you.

Do you know why?

No, but you're going to tell me.

Because you're a lieutenant, lieutenant.

The administration wants everything done properly.

Of course they do.

I imagine it was also the administration that pushed it

to come back in fourth gear?

I know you're asking the same question.

Yes, but maybe I don't have the same way of looking for the answer.

By going through his calls.

It's not at all what you think.

But I don't believe anything, Captain.

A cop sees, hears, thinks, but doesn't believe anything.

Hi, Fred.

Hi, Fred.

I'm pleased to hear that, but what are you doing here in this

den of drunken cops?

You left me a message yesterday.

I left you a message yesterday.

Yes.

Excuse me.

Shall we go out?

We'll be quieter.

Tell me, what was that message last night?

Your son has a girlfriend,

they sleep together, she's pregnant, he wants to keep it.

What?

Yes, that's exactly what I said: ‘What?’

I'll pass you over to psycho,

he wants to do the opposite of his father.

He wants to create a family rather than blow one up.

In the meantime, are we agreed?

This can't be happening.

What are we going to do?

Do we take him to a health centre?

So he can see what it's like to have a child at 17?

No, we talk to him like all parents do.

Is this a way of telling me that...

No, I mean yes.

Maybe it is.

If you were a bit more present, not just for the parts

it wouldn't do him any harm.

OK.

Whisky for me.

I'll have the same.

Two, thank you.

Shall I come over tonight?

Shall we have a three-way conversation about all this?

Remember when I told you I was pregnant?

Yes.

I think even if it was my head

that exploded in my accident, I'll remember that.

Try the lawyers' entrance instead.

At the moment they're younger and make more money than the

magistrates.

You've got the wrong idea. I didn't come here to flirt.

I never flirt, too easy in the chair.

I came to ask you a question.

It's too bad, in the meantime I've forgotten which one.

Never mind.

Let's resume the conversation

where we left off last time?

Shall we go to your place, my place, a hotel?

I was left with: ‘I find you very erotic’.

Is that what we say to each other afterwards?

Didn't we warn you?

Of what?

I'm handicapped.

Yes, I am.

What then?

I find it hard to believe that someone would want to sleep with me like that.

I don't believe it for a second.

It's always like this when I'm sincere.

Your problem isn't your disability, it's that you're a

sentimental.

Anna!

Anna! Wait!

It's weird, the memory.

Now I remember what I came to ask you.

Yes ?

Are you still receiving calls from the prison?

Do you always do that?

What?

Kissing judges in dead ends?

No, ruin everything right away.

OK.

On our way.

What's happening?

Michelet's wife has been found.

It was the boss who found her near Sormiou in a cottage.

that she rented for the night.

This way.

From the lesions and lividity, there's no doubt.

She died by hanging.

Accidental or deliberate hanging?

There are abrasions on the inside of the hands and fingers

as if she had pulled on the rope to resist.

Maybe it's just a reflex, it happens during a suicide by

hanging.

But it's also possible that she was hanged by force and that she

tried to resist the pressure of the rope.

So suicide or murder.

Are you all right?

There you go.

Thank you for this.

Shall I take you home?

Corpses really aren't my thing.

Do you have a little girl?

Yes.

How old is she?

Eight years old.

And she's not here?

No.

She's at her grandparents'.

Where?

In Brittany.

It's not just for the evening?

Well, it's not a holiday at the moment.

No, but he missed his granny terribly.

It's about time you told me what's going on, Anna.

What's really going on, I mean.

Michelet was going to testify in one of my cases, that's it.

Testify against whom?

I'm not allowed to tell you.

He had asked to be called as an anonymous witness.

Was he afraid of reprisals?

No.

But for his career, yes.

Becoming an informant for the justice system means putting yourself in the middle of everything.

of the game.

Why every time you put on your judge's robe,

I feel like you're bullshitting me, Anna?

It was really nice of you to walk me home.

But now I'd like to be left alone.

Are you all right?

I fell asleep.

It's stupid, but I live near here.

Thanks a lot.

My legs!

Fred.

I can't feel my legs.

It was supposed to end like this, Fred.

I know it was supposed to end like this.

But I don't want to.

I don't want it to end, Gaëlle.

I don't want it to end.

Fred!

You gave me a fright.

I waited for you last night, Fred.

Oh shit!

Oh shit, shit.

Sorry, I forgot.

In the meantime, about last night, it's not so bad.

I spoke to Ben.

I did quite well, I think the motherly sweetness

worked.

I can imagine that.

He agrees that Noémie should have an abortion, but he's afraid to tell her.

He thinks that if he tells her, it means he doesn't love her.

He's afraid she'll take it badly, that she won't want to see him anymore,

etc., etc.

He's worse than his father.

There he goes.

I'll leave you to it.

I've worked out how the baker was killed.

It's about time, the expiry date is approaching.

He choked to death on a lump of butter.

During the first examination, I found a large quantity of

of butter in the viscera.

As if the pastry chef were a big consumer of cakes and

heavy cooking.

At the second examination, all this grease had solidified

because the body had already been here for several days,

in a cold drawer.

Butter.

The perfect crime, or almost.

Once the victim is suffocated, the butter melts.

No trace left.

And for it to melt, it's best to switch off the system

refrigeration system.

Oh yeah, it's so loud.

Mrs Bastien, how nice of you to come by.

because I had a question for you.

When I say you, I don't really mean you,

but you'll understand.

Hello baby?

Baby, can you hear me?

I don't know if you felt anything, but I did,

I saw something move.

Baby, this is Captain Cain talking to you.

I'm sorry, kitty, but I'm going to have to be

mean to your mommy.

And yes, she killed your daddy, and that's mean too.

I think he's reacting more.

I wonder why.

Maybe his dad isn't his dad.

What are you implying, Lieutenant?

You mean a 61-year-old man, working 18 hours a day,

wouldn't be on the ball, question?

But then, if his dad, it's not his dad, his dad,

who is he?

Who's that?

Why is that?

It's because he looks like a breeding stallion that you say that?

Yes.

Do you really think so?

Yeah, now that you mention it.

At the same time, as long as the little one isn't here so we can

compare with uncle's head, it's still a hypothesis.

And at the same time, it doesn't tell us why Mum and Uncle have

wanted to kill dad.

Well, Daddy, you know what I mean, Daddy baker.

Unless you have your cake and eat it too.

The pastry chef's thighs.

And the pastry.

That makes sense.

How long were you going to wait before going out into the sun?

with your pretty little smotherer?

Unless it was Louis who was holding the husband while you were,

suffocating him.

I told you it would bring us bad luck.

Shut the fuck up.

I didn't mean to.

Shut the fuck up!

She made me do it.

He's such an idiot!

Shut the fuck up!

Is love beautiful, lieutenant?

Fascinating.

Anyway, the butter was a hell of an idea.

You can't resist this little pink sweet?

They're so cute.

It makes me happy because with this case, I feel like

that we're 100% connected again.

We were never 100% right.

There's nothing to make you laugh, is there?

Yes, it makes you feel like you're conducting an investigation again.

Follow me.

With pleasure.

A picture of a dirty car, I've always wanted one.

This is the inside of Michelet's car.

Forensics took these photos just before you arrived.

There was a lot of blood on the file, we found the cap

from the USB stick.

And when you zoom in, what do you see?

A clean area in the shape of a USB key.

Someone took it after the accident.

Who's been near this car apart from us?

The little kids who reported the cardboard box, the police patrol,

the firemen and the judge.

When the technician took the photo, I was with him and there was no

USB key, I'm sure.

I've re-interviewed the witnesses from

the accident.

Don't get tired.

I can't show understanding, but you can,

I know you know.

Where did that come from?

The judge?

A bit more understanding, can you?

Come on.

I'm already having trouble finding my way around my passing notes.

It's a balance sheet.

The casino, obviously.

The loss figures are huge compared to the profit.

total.

Wait, there are bank statements.

These are company accounts belonging to someone called Balard.

Balard who was also the main shareholder in the casinos of

civil servants.

Look at these statuses.

So this Balard was embezzling gigantic sums of money by organising

the racketeering of the casinos in which he is the main shareholder.

Michelet had it all nailed down.

It took months of work to put all this together.

I'll do a search on Balard.

Try the national inmate database.

Lucien Balard, 54 years old.

Already charged twice.

He's on remand for laundering casino chips.

to prison.

From Baumettes.

Again, I have to be understanding.

Chip laundering, it's going to be five years.

If on top of that a judge came across these documents, it would be good for

15 or more, the Balard.

A good reason to have Michelet eliminated.

And his wife who probably knew about it.

You're going to go through the records of all the shady guys around here.

or who were around Balard and who look like that?

You're right, I know how to be understanding, but in this case..,

my understanding has its limits.

Where are your limits?

If I've understood correctly where these documents and this photo come from,

you are guilty of at least one burglary and the person

from whom you stole these documents and this photograph is guilty of

concealing evidence and police investigative work,

which is all the more serious if that person is a judge

judge.

So I repeat myself, I'm going to be understanding.

But there comes a time when the guilty judge will have to explain herself for

all that.

Yes.

Are we agreed?

Yes.

Lucien Balard.

I don't know any others.

What can I do for you, Captain?

Don't bullshit me.

Stéphane Michelet, does that ring a bell?

Of course it does.

And Anna Spiegelman.

OK, your loss.

Can I talk to you for two minutes?

Of course you can.

I have proof that Michelet was about to bring down a major player in the field.

in the middle of the game and that the big name in question is putting pressure on the

Judge Spiegelman.

And so Monsieur (Pointure) had Michelet and his

wife to lock everything up.

How can you be so assertive?

In the reports that your lieutenant gave me, I didn't see anything that

lead you to such conclusions.

Do you have any other sources?

But if the guy Michelet was about to bring down is

killed him and his wife, he would also have

killed Cassandra Del Rio, his mistress.

Del Rio, the last time I saw her, was walking down this corridor

and she was alive and well.

Unless Cassandra knows she has nothing to fear from the sponsor

of the murders.

Because she passes for him, for example.

See, that makes sense.

Hello?

Anna, it's me.

I just got out of Baumettes.

No, it's not true.

I asked Balard.

I'm the one who stole the USB key

at your place.

I know that.

I thought so.

I took it from Michelin's car when I arrived.

on the scene.

And you suspected that too.

What are you going to do, Anna?

I'm not going to do anything.

What do you mean, nothing?

Close the case.

Accident and suicide.

You're forgetting the information on this key.

What do these documents prove?

That Michelet could bring down Balard?

Not that Balard had him and his wife removed.

That's enough, Anna.

I know you get phone calls from Baumettes.

I know that Balard is blackmailing you and your daughter.

Don't say otherwise, I've seen the photo of your kid.

That's why you sent her to Brittany.

Stop it.

No.

Not until you've filed against Balard, not until I've booked

that bastard, him and all the people he uses to annoy you.

Don't do that.

Stop that.

Hello.

Cassandra Del Rio is summoned in writing.

by a crossing guard, kind of creepy.

Following new elements in the case against you,

you have to blablabla, tic, tic, tic.

Why Cassandra Del Rio?

Because I hate to say it, because of my ego, but Moretti had a

great idea.

I'm all ears.

Michelet knows about Balard, he dies.

Michelet's wife knew or could have known, she dies.

But Cassandra, who pretended to be in love with him,

she doesn't die.

You think she's in cahoots with Balard, is that it?

You don't want to question her, you want to scare her.

You think she'll freak out and do something stupid,

is that it?

I'll do the convoc.

So Cassandra Del Rio is driving for Balard.

Given the speed at which she went to see him, I'm willing to bet

my left wheel and my right testicle that she was the one he was using

informant for Michelet.

If Balard commissioned it, do you have any idea who might have

and killed his wife?

Vincent Léoni.

He was head of security at one of the Balard casinos.

Carrying a weapon, assault and threatening blacklisted players.

In my opinion, he has the right profile.

You were sure about that, weren't you?

Yes.

No.

That's it, don't move.

Hold still.

Stay still!

Anna, it's me.

I'm in court.

What do you want?

To tell you that I've pinned Balard.

Balard, Cassandra Del Rio and Vincent Léoni.

That, I know, thank you, it's loud enough in here.

Is that it?

That's the end.

It's all going to stop now.

Yes, of course.

Balard had a witness and his wife killed and threatened a judge

judge.

But do you really think he's the type to stop like that?

He can find 10 more Vincent Leoni's if he wants.

Not if you testify against him.

That's enough now, this has gone on long enough.

Anna.

Okay, Anna.

Where do I start, Mr Balard?

Cassandra Del Rio.

She came to see you this morning

to tell you that we were going to hear her again.

This afternoon she confessed to us that she was spying on Michelet for you.

It was she who warned you that he was going to testify against you.

This afternoon, we also questioned Mr Vincent Léoni,

for a long time head of security in your casinos.

The tyre pattern on his car matches the tracks exactly.

found on the site where Michelet died.

But this idiot, he still had the roll of rope that was used to

kill Madame Michelet.

Small staff are definitely not what they used to be,

eh?

Finally, I also have Mrs Spiegelman's statement,

the examining magistrate who you are pressuring into

to bury the file in which Michelet was going to testify against you.

You're fucked, Balard, fucked up to the brain.

Maybe, but I'm not the only one, Mr Cain.

Is that so?

Let's say you're right, which of course I'd deny.

In Marseilles, Lille or anywhere else, a threatened judge remains a judge

threatened.

Are you all right?

No.

Do you even know why, Fred?

Stop thinking with your heart and your dick, and think like a cop.

Maybe Balard will never confess, but you will,

you've got enough to put him away until the flood.

Anna is going to be put under protection, Balard placed in a district where

his visits will be hand-picked.

Unless he has the gift of telepathy, he won't be able to order anything.

Is there really nothing that can reassure you?

Tell me, are you really in love?

How do you know?

This is radio lieutenant.

Stop taking me for a fool, Fred.

You usually come and bug me 10 times a day.

And now you've got an examining magistrate on your tail, you've had all

reasons to come and complain like never before, and it's been a week

since I've heard you.

Go and find her, instead of standing there like that.

if you had two rusty axles.

I wonder what I'd do without you.

You could use another commander's opinion.

What are you doing here?

Since you obviously need to hear it, I'll tell you.

It's over, the two of us.

Why are we done?

I'm going to lose my files.

I'm going to be transferred, I don't know where, but I know it's going to be far,

very far.

The prosecution will try to make the little judge who flinched forget about it.

to save his own skin.

So the judge doesn't have to forget about the cop?

You did all this to protect yourself, Anna, to protect your daughter.

You were scared, and I understand that.

Her name is Clara, my daughter.

It's for her that I've done the opposite of what a judge should do

do.

But to save her, if I had to, I'd do it again.

You couldn't help it.

It doesn't matter what I did to you.

I lied to you.

Since the beginning of this story, I've been lying to you and I'll still be in

lying to you if you hadn't stepped into the anthill.

I understand that too.

It doesn't take away anything I feel for you.

But I don't feel anything for you.

You have your reputation in court, you know.

At first I thought it was a story about a dead civil servant on the road,

would kill you with boredom,

I'd help you close the file faster, but you were stubborn.

You stuck to your guns.

So I threw myself into your arms, hoping you'd feel sorry for me.

You're lying.

You're lying, Anna.

I know you feel the same way I do.

No.

Proof that you're not so clever.