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It's not that I'm insensitive
to hysterical jumping jacks

and guys in tight tights,

but I have some things to tell you.

Shh!

And they say that it's men
who don't like to talk.

I have something to tell you too,
but wait until after the show.

It is that it should not be
that important.

Shh!

All right, you got your scoop?

I'm doing my job, just like you.

Sonia, we can't be
on the same cases.

Let her out.

It's okay. It's okay.

You don't look fine, Sonia.

She wanted to do a pas de deux,
but I prefer solo.

Stunia, don't tell me
that it was an accident

or I'll have you disbarred.

You could have warned me.

I would have worn my party dress.

The show was deadly.

Anyway, you let me know
when it's all over.

Purple lips,

foam at the edge of the lips.

It looks like poisoning.

If the poison was in that vial,

the murderer is bound to be
among you,

on that scene.

You are mistaken.

There is no murderer in my company.

Serge Vassar, I am a ballet master.

It annoys me when the first thing
that one says to me,

is that I am wrong.

Your Juliette, what does she think of it?

Noémie had been his companion
for more than a year.

Apparently, she is not the only one
to mourn him.

Julien is an exceptional dancer,
an exceptional man.

Everybody loved him.

In this case,

it is a friend who poisoned him.

And since he only has friends here,
you are all suspects.

Any conflicts?

Not with anyone.

I don't know.

Was he a seducer?

It's true that the places

of first dancers are rare.

Julien, he was indestructible.

Everyone loved him.

It was not a problem for me.
I was so proud of him.

I don't need a choreographer

to stage
my interviews.

Thank you.

All those interrogations,
it made me thirsty.

Apparently, you're still alive.

Imagine that one of these bottles was
poisoned.

Good catch!

Just kidding.

Will you take them to the seal?

All of them?

Yes, all of them.

Let me through.

No, it's not allowed.

Let me through!

Calm down.

Let me through.

That's my brother.

Poisoned?

Why?

I'm the osteo at the ballet,
I know them all.

I don't know who could have done this.

I would love the idea of a
peace and love community lost

in our world of bullies,

but right now, there's something rotten
in this troupe's kingdom.

It's as if they were still
performing.

Yes, even Julien's brother,
looks like he's playing a role.

Wait!

The costume of Romeo,

we have only one

and it is hundreds of hours
of work in the workshop.

If it's possible...

I will let you know

when you can get it.

This is Gregori Lozano,

the dancer who will replace Julien.

A star dies,

another one takes his place,

as if nothing had happened.

You too,

you do as if nothing had happened.

You too, you play a role.

I'm sorry?

It's crazy.

It's crazy how you are
in control.

You conduct the investigation

as if nothing had happened
between you and Sonia.

I'm not going to
put my head upside down

for her moods.

Her moods?

She buys two seats at the opera

to announce that she is pregnant,

you call that a mood ?

She was supposed to tell you tonight,
I thought...

What's wrong with him?

Sonia is pregnant,
he did not know.

You knew, you didn't tell him?

Don't bother, Borel,

it's going to be complicated enough as it is.

I'll understand if you tell me
that you don't want it.

I'm ready to hear everything.

Don't tell me you want to keep it.

I never wanted any ties,
or children.

There, we agree.

Except that now, I don't know anymore.

I don't want to trick you, Fred.

Do what you want.

Because it's up to me?

You don't want to trap me,

but you trap me anyway.

Maybe because I am too,.

What do you want from me
exactly?

Sonia, we said no strings attached.

It's Lucie who tells me
that you're pregnant

and you want me to come
with my mouth full,

saying: "It's really cool
to be a dad again."

If I tell you that I'm ready
to take it on alone?

You'll never hear the end of it.

What are you talking about?

It wouldn't stop me from thinking about it.

Do you think I can push
a button like that,

leave the ledge and forget all about it?

Do you have any idea who killed him?

Julien Lestel, the dancer.

It's too early to know,
but I'll find out.

You see, I see the facts,

but I need you to find
the solution.

I got Stunia,

it's definitely poisoning.

According to the STP, it was digitalis
that was poured into the vial.

Borel, you are sending me an alert
to the pharmacies.

Brains are turned off,

not even able to get through
a night out?

You are really little things.

Give them a break, will you?

Between them,

they cumulate 10 hours of interrogation,

twelve surveillance cameras
checked,

30 people heard

and one speech.

Julien Lestel was a saint.

So, back to basics.

Phone records,
bank accounts,

cop work as we like it.

Otherwise you,

Sonia spoke to you?

Because you knew too?

Why do I ask?

Lucie gave you her report.

Here I am on the honor roll
of winning spermatozoa.

Do you want to talk about it?

Group therapy,

was never my thing.

Especially since you're going to be obnoxious,
which is normal,

and I won't take
personally.

So, did you talk to him about Balducci?

No shit.

She tells me she's pregnant

and I remind her of the murder
of her mother.

You have a great sense of timing.

You can blow me away
if it helps you forget

that you got laid
without a parachute.

So what are you gonna do?

War.

More like a blitzkrieg

than a war of nerves.

If you approach Sonia like that,
you're in trouble.

I was talking about Phantom of the Opera.

In this case, I warn you,
it is not won.

Poisoners are cold-blooded monsters.

Nero, the Borgias, they never confess.

But you, you will catch the culprit.

Cain is a deadly poison.

You know how to find the words

to cheer me up.

Not very fast this winch,

you can pass the second?

I'm all in, my lord.

I'm falling asleep.

We did well to bring you
this suit.

It fits you like a glove.

How does it feel to take
the place of the dead?

You are not superstitious?

I would have preferred to dance

in other circumstances.

However, you must be pleased
with this little express promotion.

You have just gone into debt to buy
an apartment.

According to your banker,

you were sure to pass
first dancer

and to be raised.

I lied.

Don't you ever do that?

To say I'm going to get
first dancer,

very often,

but I'm never believed.

Go figure.

This way of getting in our faces...

You would like to see us on the ground
Is that it?

Would you like that?

Explain it to him, Lieutenant.

To tackle Captain
about his disability,

I have an exclusive monopoly.

I only grant exemptions
to assassins.

Are you interested?

Laurent, thanks for stopping by.

I just wouldn't want you to check
my knee, please.

Sure.

Already at work?

Julien wouldn't have liked

me to drop out of the group.

You know that for sure,

you are examining
your brother's killer.

I'm scared to death.

Is that what you want to hear?

Picking up Romeo the day after his death,

it's dizzying.

It would be a shame to flinch

just when it's your turn.

Gregori is a good guy.

Julien would have told you himself.

It's all good.

Are you okay?

You've been checked

all the little hurts?

We're waiting for you on stage

to settle your entries.

Are you going to question me again?

No.

Even if you have something
to hide,

you won't say anything.

You are like a monk soldier,

10 hours a day at the Opera
forging your body,

fighting against the most basic laws

of gravity.

An athletic body,

an iron discipline,
a mind of steel,

you won't talk.

Because you suspect me?

I'm not amused.

You know, people come to the opera
to relax,

to forget their worries.

I'm going back to it.

I've given up hope of ever seeing
a world of excellence,

away from human turpitude.

You are wrong.

There is such a world,
it is mine.

Well, that was until yesterday.

She's rehearsing the next show, right?

Swan Lake.

Julien had to dance with her?

Why her and not you?

Ask our choreographer,
she has talent.

You were angry with Julien...

For not intervening?

No.

Julien supported me.

He wanted to do this ballet with me.

It was Serge who didn't want to hear it.

In any case,

all that doesn't matter anymore,.

It is said that artists often fall
in love with their partner.

Were you afraid of that?

If I told you that I didn't,

would you believe me?

One is always afraid when one loves.

With Julien,

we met while dancing.

We fell madly in love

and we never left each other.

We did everything together.

We danced together, we lived together.

Wasn't it a bit stifling?

Not when you are passionate, no.

This proximity, this osmosis,

we understood each other without having
to speak.

We finished each other's sentences,
like you did earlier.

At the same time, it doesn't mean anything.

A couple like ours is rare.

I'll never experience that again.

It's Borel, he has something new.

All the boxes of digitalis
in Marseille were sold

with a regular prescription

None of them concerned a dancer
from the Opera,

but three days before the murder,

a complaisant pharmacist delivered
digitalis without a prescription.

Guess who will buy it?

Julien Lestel,

our future deceased in person.

Julien would have committed suicide?

During the scene of Romeo's suicide.

Say what you will,

but there are artists

who give everything for their public.

You look really good.

Is there something special going on,?

If you have any questions,
go right ahead, Elizabeth.

I assume you know
as well as anyone

that Sonia is pregnant.

No, I didn't.

Where do I stand?
Yes!

I found signs at autopsy
of early osteoarthritis,

which could explain the suicide.

Cartilage wear was compensated
by muscle power.

But within six months,

they should have stopped dancing.

An exceptional dancer dancing on the edge
of the precipice,

this is not exactly the superman
we were sold.

He must have been terrified.

The idea of physical decline

and unbearable pain, irreversible.

Digitalis could calm him down.

No, it didn't.

Originally,

is a heart tonic.

Overdosed, the heart explodes.

If you're in full glory
playing Romeo,

it's a good thing.

It's not because I'm furiously
wanting to contradict you,

but I find it hard to believe in suicide.

It would be a shame,

it would deprive you of an investigation

that would save you from thinking
about the decisions to be made.

Julien had committed to dance
Swan Lake.

He is on all the posters.

You must have something
in store, Elizabeth?

Digitalis can also be used
to support the effort,

to recover faster,

to last longer,
in short to dope.

I like that.

Even superheroes need
some pixie dust.

I'm waiting for the analysis of his hair.

I could tell you if he was doping
regularly.

So it could be an overdose?

I can't see him doping on stage,

but if he had a ladleful
in his vial

to make it look like an accident

why not?

With doping, everything is possible.

Secrets, lies,
blackmail, betrayal.

We have it, the key to our omerta.

I would add that our future suspect must have
known the doses well.

If he had missed,

there would have been time to call
the help,

but the dose was perfect to kill
on the spot

a dancer in full effort.

So if we don't believe in suicide,

we're looking for someone in the troop

who would take digitalis himself.

Tell me who is doping

and I'll tell you who killed.

A little torture session
between friends?

We're not disturbing you, are we?

Did Remi sign his submissive contract?

This is a device that was invented
by a dancer

to realign the skeleton.

Noémie is a dancer.

I am a kinetic-osteopath.

The body is only an instrument
of work,

nothing more.

She was your brother's wife.
He remained a pro.

No one will take away from me the idea that being paid
to tie up pretty women,

is a nice job.

Which you got thanks to Julien.

It's a good job.

And?

What are you trying to prove?

We checked your career path,

only yesterday, you were
only spraining kids

and visiting retirement homes
at the social security rate.

Thanks to your brother, you are now a kineticist
official of the Marseille Opera.

That's quite a resume.

It's true that with such a change
in status,

it's easy to understand why you don't want to
incriminate anyone in the troupe.

It doesn't make sense.

If he knew something, he would say it.

Even if it meant
losing his job?

He lost so much more
to take care of Julien.

Leave it, Noémie.

Sorry, it has to be said.

When their parents died,

Laurent devoted himself without counting the cost,
all his life.

He gave up medicine
to become a physiotherapist

and train Julien.

To the point of teaching him to dope?

What are you talking about?

Julien didn't dope.

Then why did he buy
digitalis?

I dare you to find something else
than organic at home,

doping products, absurd.

You find it normal
to smear people?

I treated Julien every day.

I know the techniques to recover
without going through doping.

None of the dancers

of the troop touches that.

In the end, maybe we are wrong to insist.

Maybe it's a suicide.

Yes, it is true that Julien will be
terrified of suffering.

It seems that arthritis,
for a dancer,

is terrible.

Suicide is impossible.

He had many plans for the future.

When he said that you had to
know how to retire

with grace, he wanted me to understand-

- that he wanted to kill himself.

That's right.

It's true, he used to say all the time
that he was afraid of too much ballet

and we didn't hear him.

We didn't know how to help him.

Look,

the idea of suicide seems to make you
so sad

that we're going to do everything we can to prove to you
that it isn't.

It sucks.

You're not giving anything away.

You're small, cramped.

More energy in your arms,
is it too much to ask?

I want to discover Romeo

as if I were meeting him
for the first time.

Do it again.

Then stop with your tricks.

You'll never be on par with Julian's.

Until two years ago, you were
the star dancer.

Why not replace him yourself?

The body has its limits.

I am not teaching you anything.

Raise your arms.

It must be hard not to be
in the spotlight anymore.

I see you coming.

Do you think I killed Julien
out of jealousy?

I'm not going to kill my ballet

by poisoning my best dancer.

I'm not crazy.

Then I moved on.

You've had to go through the same
journey as me, I imagine.

Learning to grieve
who you were.

Being in a wheelchair never stopped me
from dancing.

I wonder,

since you have come such a long way,

in your great wisdom,

why humiliate your dancer so much?

Gregori must understand

that everything is at stake now.

Either he decides to become a demigod,

or he remains a poodle,

a poodle in slippers.

Can one become a demigod

without a heart tonic, digitalis?

There is no doping in ballet.

I do not allow it,

and I will never allow it.

I didn't say anything about doping.

Digitalis, it's a heart medication.

It's okay, it's fine.

I know very well

what you are implying.

I understand that the question makes you angry.

It can make you very uncomfortable
with the dance federation.

I teach my dancers to excel
without crap.

So why did Julien buy
digitaline?

Or for whom?

Take it back.

You were afraid of the scandal,

so you preferred to eliminate it,

rather than have it gangrene the whole troop

and ruin your career

at the same time, right?

You're out of line.

Yes ?

Julien was my alter ego,

a performer you meet
than one in a lifetime

He doesn't lie to you.

His relationship with Julien was so
strong that we all felt excluded.

They were together all the time.

Julien admired him more than anything
and it was mutual.

You are very nice to defend him
after what he does to you.

I don't suffer, I learn.

The best proof that he loved
Julien,

is that he took his brother

as his official physiotherapist

when he wanted another one.

Finally some information.

It's true, since the beginning
of this investigation,

you prevent your dancers from speaking.

It's like being in North Korea.

That's one word too many,
That's enough now.

Get out of here because I'm going to...

What's wrong with you?

I'm sorry. I didn't think

I didn't think that I...

I'm sorry.

Don't worry about it.

If I'm going to get you,

it's not for violence
on a police officer,

it will be for Julien's murder.

So officially,

no digitalis at the opera,
but when it comes up,

everyone is on edge.

Send Borel to me for surveillance.

He'll love it.

I noticed he had stars
in his eyes

when he was interviewing the dancers.

I know the
doping trail excites you,

but I don't understand why

you neglect the sentimental trail.

Maybe I've been overdosing
on feelings lately.

So where should I take you?

To the beach.

I have a date with Sonia.

So have you made a decision?

About what?

That child again.

Unlike Sonia,

it's not you I'll talk to
first, Lt.

Thierry Balducci.

Do you remember him?

Vaguely.

He sometimes came to the house

when I was eight years old.

I have the means to reopen the investigation
and to handle it personally.

I spent years
hearing about

leads that lead nowhere.

I don't want to go through that again.

His profile was compiled

by a renowned criminologist.

Criminologist?

More like the criminalist
that you put away.

What are you talking about? You got nothing.

Just the speculations of a crazy woman.

Her analyses have often proven
correct.

It's disgusting to bring up

my mother's death at
the time I'm pregnant.

I guess that's all
what you found

as a smoke screen to avoid
talking to me.

I mean, I couldn't see myself keeping it from you.

It took me years to rebuild myself.

What matters to me now,
is the present moment,

here and now.

That's the only thing
I want to talk about.

Sonia, land.

Don't you want to commit?
I don't want to join either.

You're a reporter, I'm a cop.

We're always going to be pulling each other's strings
on the same cases.

You have to deal with conflicts of interest
on a daily basis.

Pro, personal,

with a kid in the middle, it's unplayable.

Besides, we don't have the characters
to smooth things over.

Two friends having sex,
never made parents.

Put like that, it's hopeless.

So what do we do?

What do we do?

Let's order two drinks and...

It's your turn to make the argument.

I'm all for democracy

and respecting time limits.

Waiter.

I asked him to come to
and sign some papers.

He's been here half an hour.

Moretti says

that the poisoners never confess.

But can they cry?

If it is not sincere,
it is well imitated.

Thanks for letting me

one last time with him.

Thank you very much.

Anyway, you were right.

Our M.E. just got
the analysis of his hair.

Your brother...

was not doping.

You're not telling me anything.

Bye, guys.

Bye, guys.

Your shoulder's hurting?

News travels fast.

You want me to examine you?

Why not?

Excuse me, sir.

Could you lend us a table?

Yes, please.

This one is fed up with the dead.

She dreams of a warm, vibrant body.

When they see you inside,

people still try to get in.

Unless you'd rather go somewhere else.

No, I'm fine.

Thank you for seeing me so quickly.

It's nothing,

it makes me happy.

I stopped by to see your dad last week.

Yes, I go there from time to time.

He doesn't recognize me,
it's no use.

He's still my friend.

Can I make you a coffee?

A glass of water would be nice.

Your father didn't deserve this.

Being in psychiatry,

being punished twice,

it stigmatizes, it isolates.

He couldn't get over his pain.

That doesn't make him crazy.

Thank you.

It's amazing how much you look like your mother.

Vincent Grandet told me so,
but seeing you like this is...

It's good that he took care of you.

He even became my boss.

I'm a journalist at the Matin
de Provence.

You've managed to rebuild yourself.

That is extraordinary.

That's a big word.

For years I have been trying
to be strong and forget.

I really need to understand,

to know.

I must have missed a lot,
I was so young.

If you want, I must still have
pictures of you and your parents,

I will find it for you.

I'm not surprised

that my parents had you as a friend.

You know that bodies talk.

We're in yours

like an open book.

The neck is stiff, blocked.

Do you have a problem with authority?

That wasn't hard to guess.

This painful point on the meridian
of the gallbladder,

means that you feel
a sense of betrayal,

fear of losing control,

recoil from the obstacle.

In fact, you are the one who has

the feeling of betraying someone.

Well, if my suspect could spare me
an express psychoanalysis.

Come on.

Hand behind your head,

the other one too.

Come rest your head on my shoulder.

There.

Breathe in.

Inhale.

I wasn't at the opera that night.

Turn around.

The digitalis was poured
as a powder.

You could have deposited it

in the bottom of the

vial in the afternoon

without anyone noticing.

I haven't been here all day.

You come every day
and not that day.

Did his death satisfy
your dark side?

You know, my name is Cain,

I know about fratricide.

Perhaps his notoriety weighed on you,

his relationship with Noémie,

with Serge.

Session over, sit down.

Unless she was not
grateful enough.

It's often like that with people
who sacrifice themselves.

You always end up finding
that you don't get paid in return.

Raise your arm.

Move your shoulder.

You're really strong.

So you stay on the
bench of the accused

or tell me a little more
about the backstage of the opera.

I understand that my silences may
seem frustrating to you, but,

for me, confidentiality
is not an option.

It is a commitment.

Hello, Lieutenant Nolan,

I want an appointment this afternoon
with the investigating judge.

I need a letter rogatory

to do a drug test
to the entire troop.

Yes, this is our only way
to move forward.

Thank you.

The cop's going to order
a drug test

to find out who's taking digitalis.

Why are you warning me?

No one has anything to gain from a scandal.

That's when he would get
the test.

He has to ask the investigating judge
this afternoon.

Serge.

There's something else I need to tell you,

something that puts you at risk.

Try switching the two XLRs

What are you doing here?

Do you mind?

You, you dream of being
questioned again by Captain Cain.

Julie sent me a
application

to run for your position.

She had every chance.

We already choreographed.

All the dancers loved her.

That's a good reason to kill him.

I didn't know he had applied.

Laurent has just warned me.

It's ugly anyway,

to have his place stolen
by his alter ego,

your spiritual brother.

I will only speak in the presence
of my lawyer.

Burglary.

You will be transferred to the SRPJ.

You'll have plenty of time to think
while you wait.

They played us the happy tune,

but they all hate each other.

It is the music softened
of the manners, in any case,

during the troop of Serge Vassar.

I couldn't work
in an atmosphere

with so much unsaid.

I'll ask for my transfer directly.

Fred.

Fred.

Fred, can you hear me?

Fred, are you okay?

For someone on the verge of putting down his demo,

you're pretty invested.

Move.

Get out of the way.

Noémie.

Noémie, no.

Noémie, no.

Noémie, no.

Noémie, don't do this.

Don't do it, look at me.

Don't come any closer.

Don't do it, look at me.

Don't come any closer.

Don't come any closer or I'll jump.

Don't come any closer.

Noémie.

Don't come any closer.

I will jump.

And if you don't die.

Can you imagine your body
smashed on the ground?

Look at me.

Look at me.

After having been close to the stars,

you will endure being nailed
to a wheelchair?

Noémie.

Did you really think
that by eliminating us,

the investigation would stop?

You're not that naive.

It's not
that drug test

that got you into this state.

No, you are killing me by doing this.

Why?

Because if I talk to you,
I'm finished.

Either way,
I'm going to die.

In a year, in two years,
it's the same thing.

What do you mean, die in a year?

What are you talking about?

Noémie.

You will not pass these tests.

You have my word.

Come on.

Noémie.

I don't care about the digitalis,
that's not the point.

I didn't want my leukemia detected.

Why would you want to kill us?

I didn't want to kill you.

I just wanted to buy 24 hours,.

Look.

In 24 hours,

the drugs would have worn off.

No positive test,

no further analysis,

nobody would have known anything.

So it was you
who convinced Julien

to buy digitalis.

He thought I was taking
occasionally

because I was tired
at the end of the season.

But for leukemia, I...

I didn't tell him.

And Laurent,

he knows?

He swore to me he wouldn't tell anyone.

Look,

I know it can kill me,

but if I don't dance,
I'm going to die,

and if I don't take drugs,

I won't be able to dance anymore.

I'm trapped.

The only time I manage
to forget this impasse

is when I dance.

You are very touching, Noémie.

But in my eyes, you are
more suspicious than ever.

You live in a princess world

where women turn
into swans.

As in our world,

murder with premeditation,
it is life.

Denounce your accomplice. That will help
your case.

What accomplice? I didn't kill Julien.

Laurent planned to control you.

Captain Cain had taken care
to inform only him.

Laurent just does everything he can
to keep me dancing.

You speak more about
your love of dancing

than about your love for Julien.

Then it was a trophy.

If you escape, it was better
to kill him.

That's not true.

From the beginning, you have been lying.

Julien was perfectly aware
of your leukemia.

In your milieu, the disease
is scary.

It is taboo.

I'm going to leave you.

No, he didn't know.

Julien was Romeo,
but he was also Don Juan.

Julien, it was a prince.

His look on me was unique.

Not as much as Laurent's.

Laurent watches over me.

Laurent is in love with you.

No.

Just look at how
he protects you.

All those years spent in the shadow
of his brother, in the background,

pretending everything was fine
while he suffered in silence.

The "staying in the shadows,
in the background" questions,

Lucie, she knows all about them.

Do you really think this is the time
to talk about this?

Honestly,

are you going to be able to work
together as if nothing had happened?

What do you think we're doing
with Lucie?

Cut the crap, Fred.

You know that for you too
is not simple.

Is it the SRPJ you're worried about
or us?

I know you like the back of my hand.

At some point, you're gonna crack.

Your pocket has a hole in it.

Lucie and I are not meant
for each other.

She's convinced of that,
I'm convinced of that,

so you put your handkerchief
over it.

You two, if you could put

your fucking pride aside,
it will be a vacation for me.

There's a big problem with Serge.

Well, that's impressive, but it's just
a withdrawal fit.

Here you go!

Thank you, doctor.

We'll be happy to do
a blood test

to find out if there is digitalis

in the substances that you like.

Carrying so high the banner of the fight

anti-doping and being loaded to the bone,
it's bad.

If our friend does not drink
only spring water,

his file is getting heavier.

We have the motive, the place, and maybe
even the murder weapon.

It's time to negotiate a confession
instead of continuing to lie.

I didn't lie to you.

It's because I know that it's

impossible to quit that I fight
against doping.

I want to be the best, it's true,

but not to cross the finish line
like the cyclists

and to reach permanently
the beauty, the absolute,

sublimate the suffering,

offer every day to the public

a show where everything looks easy.

What is this bullshit?

Do I have to remind you
that you don't dance anymore?

That's right.

The addiction is written in me
forever.

Without digitalis, I swell up.

Imagine an obese choreographer.

Retention is to prevent
my dancers

from making the same mistake.

Nice journey of resilience,

but I think of one thing.

Julien had discovered
that you were doping.

That must be why he wanted
to take your place.

It must be unpleasant to fall
off your pedestal.

In short, we have two suspects.

Both in possession
of digitalis,

both with a valid motive
to murder Julien.

No. We have a third. Laurent,

who delivered the first two to us on a plate.

Yes, but except that Laurent has an alibi.

Maybe.

Good.

We're not going to deprive them of their last
performance.

What's your plan?

It's showtime.

You said it yourself,

if the poisoners never confess,
I must become their ultimate poison.

It's going to be a bacchanal,
the orgiastic parties.

They will drink me to the dregs.

I will distil my worst venom,

my zizanie.

Music.

The rival, the jealous wife, the despot
and the sacrificed brother.

All are gathered on the stage.

The scene of the crime.

But as a prologue to our reenactment,
I wanted to congratulate Gregory.

Didn't the director of the Opera
call you?

Serge Vassar has been indicted
for theft and breaking and entering.

During his absence,

you will be acting as interim director and perhaps
more if you are interested.

The theater director is very fond
of internal promotion.

How ironic, Serge!

Is that what makes you thirsty?

Being replaced by a poodle
in slippers?

After Julien's place,
I want mine.

Well done! So shabby and climbed so high,

while it was you who filled
the flask.

Shit! I see
that everyone is ready.

Let the show begin!

The vial was there,

on the stools.

Yes it's true, I filled it,
but with the water bottle

that Serge handed me.

Yes, cravings,

are like binge drinking.

It stings the eyes, it hurts
the hair.

Serge, your version!

I always leave a bottle
of water there.

I passed it Gregory.

But it did not contain
digitalis.

Who is telling the truth?

Serge?
Gregory?

Gregory?
Serge?

Before that,

Noémie, entering the scene, you pass
in front of Serge's bottle,

then,

in front of the vial,

take the girl.

I didn't pour any poison,
I swear.

No, no. No!

I expect much more

from a great performer, from emotion,
from truth.

Listen to your partners!

You don't bounce
off of what Serge said.

Do you think he is honest?

Do you think he is sincere?

Think about Swan Lake, for example.

It's true.

It's true.

It's true. What you did to me,
proves who you are.

Wait, you promise me the part
and then you take it away.

That's stalking,

that's mental torture.

Destroying people is your passion.

And after me, you went after Julien.

You can't stand the happiness
of others, is that it?

Here, when you want. There is
emotion.

There is something that passes.

Serge, your line!

I knew that I would pass
for a bastard.

I deprogrammed you to protect you.

No, are you kidding?

Are you kidding me? You tried to kill me.

You're sick, Noémie! You must not
dance anymore.

It's the doping that's going to get you
killed.

It may even be what caused
your cancer.

Did you tell him?

That's not true.

I can't believe

that I trusted you.

And the third man comes out of the shadows,
Laurent.

He violated the sacrosanct
medical secret. He betrayed Noémie.

This reconstruction works
wonderfully.

Noémie, it was for your own good.

It has nothing to do with the murder
of Julien.

I don't agree.

By encouraging Serge to deprogram her,

you have made Noémie hate Serge.

So what?

So what,

Serge, who everyone hates,
is alive,

while the one everyone adores,
Julien,

has been killed.

This is not logical.

Traces of digitalis were found
in the vial, and Julien is dead.

The PTS did not imagine
traces of digitalis

in one of the 60 bottles
that were found,

since all the dancers are alive.

And what we have just learned
Gregory,

is that he filled Julien's vial
with Serge's bottle.

You didn't drink from this bottle
the night of the murder?

I don't know. I guess so.

I have several.

Which brings me to the third hypothesis.

The one who was targeted was perhaps
not Julian, but Serge.

Don't panic,

it's only an accessory.

The real bottle is sealed.

We'll go and get it later.

It's easy, the bottles
of Serge are the ones

with the labels torn off.

Intermission.

Bravo !

We found it.

We revealed a good number of prints
at the Lumicyano.

They are of two types,

probably yours,

and slightly thinner prints.

Please.

I'm sorry, I can't.

Laurent, I can't lie anymore.
I'm sorry, I'm sick of it.

This is too much for me.
I can't do this.

You wanted to kill me

because I'm deprogrammed
from Swan Lake.

No, to make Julien take your place.

He was going to have to stop dancing.

Anyway, we couldn't
do anything.

We had no choice.

I didn't want him to suffer,

that he would die slowly, to be pushed aside
of the troop.

We had to do something
with Laurent.

We just wanted him to have
a reason to live, that's all.

You are harmful.

Harmful for you, for all of you.
Serge is harmful.

Can't you see that he's taking you,
that he's judging you, that he's throwing you out?

Julien...

Julien deserved to be a ballet master,

not you.

But against cancer, no chance.

My brother.

I didn't want to see
my brother dying out,

to go and stop
dancing.

So I did what I
always did.

I'm sorry.

I wanted to protect him.

You staged everything,

pilot Noémie, pilot Serge.

You played with your puppets

as you pull on the straps
of your pulleys,

but you didn't control everything.

Not easy to play the apprentice
wizards.

It was Julien who died.

What grace!

Even falling, it was made
to play the death of the swan.

As I saw well that you were
completely addicted

of the dancers,

but beware!

A tutu?

With this one, at least, you'll
keep control.

Nice!

They're not all like Noémie.

By the way,

the drug test says

that all the other dancers are clean.

Yeah, bad news for you.

Demigods do exist, and without having
to dope.

It's a big slap in the face
to the average person.

I heard that your staging

for the murder reenactment
was worth at least a Molière.

It takes what it takes.

The important thing is that we get a confession.

Right!

You know that not only

poisoners never confess,

but that in most cases,
they are poisoners.

Are we talking about poisoners? I hope
that's not me.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

Hello, Sonia? It's Balducci.

You forgot your scarf
in my store.

Can you pick it up or should I return it to you at?

I'll take the opportunity to show you
the pictures I told you about.

The only problem is that I don't have
your address.