Original subtitles

DYING FOR A SCOOP

You didn't get me up at this hour just for a burnt car?

I didn't have any toast.

Just ask!

Thinking ahead!

I lost my appetite.

A Molotov cocktail?

Any witnesses?

A guy at his window saw a youth in a hoody.

It wasn't New Year's Eve.

Étienne Venturi, a reporter for Marseille Direct.

The news channel?

Maybe he filmed his killers.

The memory card's had it. Maybe the internal memory...

Isn't it curious that he was here

just at the right moment?

Altercation in the 15th arrondissement.

We found it in his car.

A good way of getting to where the action is.

But if you get too close to the flames...

you get burnt!

I got a single room for you.

It'll be calmer.

Thanks, boss.

Your favourite biscuits.

There!

"Take this time off to...

"revise the Highway Code."

It wasn't me, it was the other driver's fault.

Yeah, I know.

But you'll be here for three weeks.

Gently!

Any news on the boy-racer?

No, nothing yet.

Turn it up.

...the tragic death of Étienne Venturi,

a reporter for this channel.

It happened at 5 a.m. in the St-Louis neighbourhood.

Our reporter was filming a young man

igniting cars with Molotov cocktails

when he was fatally wounded.

Get outta here!

The media beast is feeding on fresh blood.

A few changes. You see that cut there?

Captain Caïn, I presume.

News travels fast.

It's my job to know local celebrities.

Florence Murat,

news chief.

May I?

Doesn't it bother you to keep showing

film of a still-warm corpse?

He died doing his job. He'd have liked being the top story.

Died on the field of honour!

He was a good reporter, he got lots of scoops.

I'm sure he did, but his methods...

- We found this in his car. - Yes, a scanner.

So?

Our viewers want the news.

Plenty of reporters listen to your frequencies, not just Venturi.

Even though it's illegal.

I'll need all the footage of Venturi's reports.

There's a law that protects our sources.

No.

You're not going to make me get a warrant.

Have mercy on a poor cop

who has to obey the law.

A policeman in a wheelchair...

That's interesting.

I can guess what's coming.

If I accept, you don't broadcast it until after this case.

Then you'll be able to tell me if I'm hot or cold.

Welcome to Marseille Police HQ.

This is my kingdom, and I move about on my throne!

This is Lieutenant Borel's desk. He's on sick leave.

- What are you doing? - Trainee Lieutenant Tina Verde.

She's standing in for Borel.

Major Moretti.

You could have consulted me... Major!

As could you, Captain, regarding this TV report.

One-all!

What's going on?

This is Phil.

He works for Marseille Direct. He'll be following this case.

Couldn't you have asked my opinion?

Lieutenant Delambre.

A bit quick-tempered but she has a heart of gold

for anyone lucky enough to know her well!

So I pretend you're not here?

Nothing from the search of the victim's place.

Never mind.

Venturi's most recent reports. Look through these.

Did you ask before sitting there?

Don't start by winding her up!

And why not?

Have you heard of a neighbour who killed a girl when he was a boy?

Someone living in this area?

I believe he's taken over a garage business.

You mean our children could be exposed to a killer?

There.

That's just a sample. He questioned about 20 people.

The guy he was talking about would have been pretty annoyed.

The garage owner is Sébastien Legarrec.

No names in front of the camera!

Sorry.

- A garage in L'Estaque. - A clean record.

After the report his wife left him.

The good family man

thrown to the lions!

Why not use the media to criticise the media?

There, a "for sale" sign.

A good motive to bump off a shit-stirring journalist.

A motive? It's just an estate-agent sign.

Trainee Lieutenant, don't spoil my dramatic pronouncements.

Our rookie's first time out in the field.

After you.

A shame if it's a wasted trip.

Someone's there.

Is our suspect attempting to escape? Some action at last!

Get back!

It's Legarrec!

You vulture!

Give them a hand!

Do you want him to die?

Come on, let's go!

What the hell? Can't you see the red light?

Stuff your red lights! Sorry, I don't have my siren.

- It's you, Captain. - Yes, it's me.

Does Venturi's report about the garage owner ring a bell?

OK, pause.

I was on holiday when he did that report. Stop filming!

What's wrong?

Captain Caïn questions a suspect and you don't want it filmed?

So I'm a suspect now?

Like everyone in the victim's entourage.

My relationship with Venturi was strictly professional.

A shame for him.

Regarding that report,

it was based on anonymous letters.

But he didn't confirm it.

So that's how the poor garage owner

was accused of being a child-killer.

Now give me back the memory card

that you confiscated off Phil.

Why?

To make up for some of the harm we did.

We'll broadcast a retraction, and I need the footage.

It's easy to play the fireman when you lit the fire.

It's not just the police that mess up!

You won't get great viewing figures with Legarrec's failed suicide.

You have my word.

One minute more and we'd have been too late.

Didn't you know that's illegal?

It could have ended very badly.

It started off badly,

and then just carried on badly.

Then it got slightly better for a while.

But only for about a month.

And then...

it got worse and worse.

Why did you stop me?

When she sees someone in distress, the lieutenant acts.

Why did you do it?

Don't you watch Marseille Direct?

I used to like it.

But after their report I lost my garage, wife and daughter.

I make a mess of everything. Even suicide!

You killed Venturi.

Me, a murderer?

As if I'm not in enough shit.

Think what you like.

You know,

some cars are good for nothing but scrap.

I was like that on the assembly line.

- Don't exaggerate. - You haven't lost everything.

- Shall I make you a list? - No.

True, I've only lost my legs.

But I won't be getting them back!

I've rarely seen anyone so self-pitying.

The camera!

Captain, he seemed desperate. You don't worry he could try again?

Yes, you're right. We don't want to lose him.

Also, I'm not sure he told us all he knows.

Captain.

It's nice of you to visit me.

In fact, I've come to ask a favour.

You can say no.

Here, in the hospital?

Yeah, another patient may attempt suicide.

I'm not even allowed to leave this room.

You won't even have to leave your bed. Well?

OK, you can come!

Surprise!

This is Lieutenant Borel.

He'll be keeping you company.

- That's enough filming! - He was getting bored on his own.

Didn't he give you a choice?

Hold the line.

Yes, I've just got the file. Thanks, Tina.

The tech guys got images from Venturi's camera.

Here.

They've managed to work out the face of the arsonist.

I know him!

What?

Yes, I know him.

Yeah, I chucked the Molotov cocktail on the car.

I needed the money.

I can't get by on what the channel pays me.

No, that's no good!

No, you're not living the part, it's too cold.

Imagine you're on trial. You have to make the jury cry.

Go for it!

From the top!

I was being evicted from my flat.

The second take's better.

We'll use that.

No! What are you doing here?

Some editing for your report on the police. A surefire hit!

Why my intern?

He set fire to the car.

And guess what.

Venturi paid him to.

OK, so he faked a story.

- You don't condone such practices? - Absolutely not.

But I pay for stories and I have to keep viewing figures up.

I'm not surprised he did it.

So he did it just to please you?

With his death as your top story,

your figures must be breaking records.

We can't complain.

But that's no reason to kill a journalist.

What'll happen to Jérémy?

A prosecution for setting fire to a car,

or maybe for murder.

He had nothing to do with that.

He'd have taken the camera, he knew he was filmed.

- It doesn't hold up. - That's sound analysis.

Journalists know how to investigate too.

It's that sharp insight we need for our report.

Why don't you take over

from Phil?

You'll be able to react in real-time.

No.

- Come on! - I have duties here.

Thanks.

Captain, could you sum up how the investigation is coming along?

I don't think Jérémy has anything to do with Venturi's death.

And our reporter agrees with me.

What do you mean?

The kid could have panicked and run him over.

No, the car didn't even brake. It wasn't an accident.

OK.

- Any other suspects? - Not yet.

Do you have an idea?

I can't do the police work for you!

I think I have a lead. Sorry.

No, no! Go ahead, Pocahontas.

We're all ready to follow the trail you've found.

The film Pocahontas is 20 years old. Get up to date!

With an electric wheelchair, for example!

So, this lead?

Venturi's bank statements

show several payments to a car park near Les Baumettes prison.

Visiting a prisoner.

Nice one!

That is confidential!

Of course.

Fancy a little excursion?

I've forgotten the most important thing!

Better, right?

One thing

has been bothering me...

I get the feeling

that you knew he was faking his report on the car burning.

What are you getting at?

You'd have a motive to kill him, so he couldn't grass you up.

If I knew, which I didn't,

and I wanted to kill Venturi,

I'd have been stupid to do it the very day he faked the story.

And you're not stupid.

Yes, Lucie.

The prisoner Venturi was visiting was Cédric Martin.

Great, we've just got to the prison.

I'll question him.

No, you won't, he's dead.

Dead?

A collective execution in the showers last night.

Any idea why?

They won't say, it's being investigated.

Find out all you can about him.

So it's been a wasted trip.

Not necessarily.

Frédéric Caïn here. I'm at Les Baumettes prison,

where prisoner Cédric Martin has been savagely murdered.

Ladies...

As prisoners' wives, you must have heard of this murder.

They have mobile phones in the prison.

Please.

You only show up when people have died!

Any other time, where are you?

If you have something to say, now's your chance.

He was a grass. For those bastards in the police.

He deserved what he got.

What do you mean?

He was asking for it.

That's all I have to say.

Thank you for that.

No ambiguity there!

So, how was I?

If you want to change careers...

Right, get me to the channel,

for the next news flash.

It's not exactly a Ferrari, but...

I have this optional extra.

You're not here to see Wilcker?

I don't have to explain to you.

He's bad news.

Nothing but trouble.

For me or for you?

Gaëlle!

Who's she?

My ex-wife.

Have you never thought about starting a family?

No.

It's not really compatible with my job.

I thought about that...

but too late.

"I, Annie Hoste, admit to having lied in my previous testimony.

"I was David Wilcker's mistress."

I never even knew this testimony existed.

You know what this means?

- A possible retrial. - No, it proves I'm innocent!

I know.

Why did the cops hide it?

If it had come out at my trial, I wouldn't be here.

Where did you find it?

It doesn't matter.

We have to decide what to do.

Get in touch with my lawyer.

Thanks, Gaëlle.

Thanks for believing in me.

Despite what you heard, Cédric Martin wasn't a police informer.

I've called all departments.

He did time in 2012 and 2014 for some petty stuff.

But he calmed down.

He planned to open a pizzeria,

but he got nicked for cigarette trafficking.

And his link to Venturi?

I asked Tina to look into that,

and we found something heavy.

In 2001 Cédric Martin was convicted of the murder

of little Léa Rivière.

He was 12 at the time.

He got 15 years,

but was freed when he reached the age of 18

That's the rumour Venturi spread about Legarrec.

A strange coincidence, eh?

You two work well together, Starsky and Hutch.

Do your "jokes" ever work?

Never, but we pretend.

They're not jokes, it's wit.

Oh, right.

Is it your wit that makes you overdo it with your journalist?

You know me too well.

We've found the car that killed Venturi.

No, your life isn't ruined.

- I've got a bad feeling. - Try to look on the bright side.

You're alive.

Look at the sunshine. Doesn't that cheer you up?

It's going to rain tonight.

Gentlemen.

We've found the car that killed Venturi in a ravine near Bandol.

The bad news is that it came from your garage.

Aren't you sick of picking on me?

Has he been much trouble?

He'll have me jumping out the window!

Can you explain about the car?

It was outside, with other second-hand cars.

But the keys were in my office.

It's the seventh that's been nicked.

Have you heard of Cédric Martin?

Fifteen years ago, in Menton, he killed a little girl,

Léa Rivière.

You lived around there. It must ring a bell.

It's pretty strange that you got accused of the same crime,

especially because of Venturi's report.

Yes.

I don't understand why fate keeps hounding me.

It wasn't fate that took out 20,000 euros from your business.

Enough to pay for the work on Martin's pizzeria.

- You must know him. - Why are you talking about that?

I can't take any more.

Neither can I. You want to die? Here.

It'll be a relief for us.

It's not loaded.

No, it's not.

Tell us about that cash.

I'll be in trouble with the taxman now.

It was to pay the mechanics, cash in hand.

20,000 euros?

I'll have to get a job with you!

- Stop taking the piss! - Honestly.

The social security contributions are huge.

He's a Teflon suspect!

- Nothing sticks. - Not enough to charge him.

He can't be that impervious.

There must be something that'd make him crack

Not one of your dodgy ideas!

Journalists must face resistance to questions. What would you do?

Didn't you say he had a daughter?

It's time you did some work for us.

I won't explain how it works.

It's your profession.

Mrs Legarrec?

Yes.

Police Captain Caïn.

I'm working on a case involving your husband. Can we talk?

Here?

It won't take long. My assistant can look after your daughter.

Louane, be a good girl with the lady.

Hello, Louane.

It was already on the rocks.

I thought he'd change after Louane was born.

He can't let himself be happy.

You take good care of that doll.

Like you're her mummy.

- Is your daddy just as good to you? - Yes, he's nice!

When did you last see him?

He came here, but Mummy doesn't know.

Don't worry, I won't tell.

I promise.

Does he tell you stuff?

That's a secret.

Go on.

I felt you were hiding stuff from us.

Now I have the proof.

So...

Sorry about the sound quality, we can't afford pro equipment.

He said he loved me more than anything.

That's not a secret, it's normal for a daddy.

He said he'd done something silly

and I might not see him for a long time.

Did he say what?

At last, something's sticking!

I knew you weren't a desperate case.

It's not pro equipment, but still...

That's a horrible thing to do.

Using a kid.

She's only five.

But you've broken this so I'll have to ask her again...

about the "silly thing" you did.

- There's no need. - Really?

There's no need!

Why is that?

I killed Venturi.

Are you going to tell me why?

He'd found out I was disguising stolen cars.

He wanted more than the 20,000 euros.

The position I was in, what else could I do?

Great tempo and composition. Impressive!

A pity I couldn't film it.

Credit where it's due, though. His daughter was your idea.

Don't overdo it.

For someone without kids,

it's amazing how you got her to talk.

What'll happen to him now?

Thanks to you, he's confessed.

We can close the case.

Yes! We should celebrate!

Dinner's on me.

Don't tell me you have work to do.

Where are the two comics? I'm expecting a report.

They don't believe his confession.

- What now? - No idea.

They didn't take me into their confidence.

I thought you were used to that.

Yes.

With them you have to be prepared for anything.

How about you? Are you fitting in well?

I love Lucie.

I think she's great.

The captain's a bit weird, but...

Pay no attention. His bark's worse than his bite.

I could have a word.

No, I can look after myself.

Yes, I've noticed.

And working with you...

I learn a lot.

And it feels good.

Same for me.

I mean...

Good...

It feels good, perfect.

Well, if...

If there's anything you need, you know where to find me.

I know.

- To your story! - To your investigation!

I have to admit I feel a bit guilty

about using Legarrec's daughter.

You feel guilty? That doesn't sound like you.

You're wrong there.

Guilt and I go back a long way into the mists of time.

"The eye was in the grave and looked at Cain..."

It's hard to look in the mirror after that!

Guilt proves you feel compassion for one you've made suffer.

No, that's just salving your own conscience.

But using the Legarrec girl to make her father confess

wasn't that serious.

At times I do even more dubious things.

Really? As in?

Want to see?

You're taking ages.

I've got the key, it'll be quicker.

No, it has to be like a real illegal search.

There we go!

I asked the channel for this room.

And now I spend more time here than in my flat.

Nice.

In a classic house search,

you look everywhere.

You have time and it's legal.

In an illegal search,

you have to be quick,

because if you get caught, it's bye-bye, pension!

So you stick to the essentials.

If I was searching a journalist's place,

I'd be looking for documents.

- Payslips? - Nope!

A TV journalist...

Footage, of course.

I think I've understood the demonstration.

In an illegal search,

it's the naughty aspect I'm drawn to.

I see.

I have to tell you something.

I may act all cocky, but since my accident

it's not just my legs that don't work any more.

I hope you won't make too much of my disability

in your story.

Of course. Sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

Are you OK?

I shouldn't really drink alcohol.

Because of my medication.

A headache.

Do you have an aspirin?

- I have a cabinet in the bathroom. - Thanks.

Here.

Take this.

It'll soon go.

Of course.

Well? A profitable evening?

This was in her private apartment at Marseille Direct.

I suppose you had to make sacrifices to get it.

May I remind you of your rules?

Yeah, yeah.

No alluding to our private lives.

But you're wide of the mark.

Filming at the prison? She never told us.

There must be a reason.

I made a copy. Let's look for the reason.

Look at this.

A guy in block C?

I hear he's had several visits from a policeman.

The bastard's a grass!

It's delicate.

I'll turn the camera off.

Not bad.

So Florence Murat stirred up the prisoners against Cédric Martin.

That's what it looks like.

And maybe even better...

Notice how the camera suddenly moved?

What's your name?

Cédric Martin.

Look, she's shaking.

- How old are you? - Twenty-seven.

She's so overcome with emotion she can't keep the camera still.

But she's a pro.

Which means she knew him.

Why did she get him killed by the other prisoners?

Tina.

Did little Léa Rivière have any family?

Her mother, Marie. But she never got over the murder.

She's still hospitalised in Menton.

This needs checking out.

We could be in Menton by teatime.

Marseille to Menton in two hours!

Ever heard of speeding?

I drove reasonably this time.

Didn't I?

It's this lady.

Who are you?

We're from the police.

- Are you here to arrest me? - No.

We just want to ask you a few questions.

Your name is?

Marie Rivière.

My name is Marie Rivière.

It's not about the chocolate I stole?

No.

Sorry to bring this up, but...

15 years ago your daughter Léa was killed.

It's so long ago now.

You can give it back. It's not very nice anyway.

Do you know Florence Murat?

Yes, how is she?

Wait...

I think that's me too.

Sorry?

You've just told us your name is Marie Rivière.

Everyone's been calling me that for years now.

I think they accidentally swapped our names

when the very sad lady arrived.

She seemed to prefer that.

And I got used to it in the end.

They're sorry?

After getting her name wrong for 15 years!

It makes you wonder who's really crazy here.

Florence Murat was Léa Rivière's mother.

It's mind-boggling!

It's mind-boggling

that her desire for revenge has lasted all these years.

Mind you, if someone killed my kid...

Where does Legarrec come in?

We'll soon find out.

What is it now? I've told you everything.

We have more to tell you.

Marie Rivière, the mother of the girl killed by Cédric Martin,

usurped the identity of another woman, Florence Murat.

Florence Murat is a journalist at Marseille Direct,

the channel which spread that rumour about you.

Surprising, eh?

I don't understand.

Before coming to Marseille,

Florence Murat covered all the trials of Cédric Martin as an adult.

Florence Murat, Marie Rivière...

A mother wanting to avenge her daughter's death.

We wondered why she waited so long

to get Cédric Martin killed in prison.

Didn't you know? He's dead.

Maybe she needed him to track you down.

I'm guilty.

I killed the journalist, I told you.

What more do you want?

The truth, for once.

You knew Cédric Martin.

What connected the two of you?

He won't give anything up.

I checked, and Venturi visited Menton psychiatric hospital two weeks ago.

He found out the truth about Florence?

She killed him.

We've got no proof.

All we can charge her with for the moment

is identity theft.

And Legarrec still says he killed Venturi.

I know how to make him talk.

I forgot to tell you earlier...

I think I may have screwed up.

The woman who questioned your daughter...

was the journalist in question.

I didn't know who she was at the time.

But now she knows where to find your daughter.

- Scary, in view of what she can do! - Why did you do it?

Do you think...

she might attack your child?

You're totally reckless!

Maybe.

But now you have to choose...

what to protect.

Your daughter...

or your secret?

It's a job which plunges us deep into human passions,

going from the sordid to the sublime.

But it's always dizzying.

Murderers usually have good reasons for committing their crime.

Reasons which I sometimes understand.

Except that...

it's not my job to judge them.

That was a report from within the Marseille police.

Unfortunately, our city has a high crime rate,

which is why the police

are kept very busy.

This report was all the more unusual

since relations between the media and the police can be strained.

It depends on the media.

Captain, I must thank you again

for letting us follow

the investigation into the murder of our colleague.

It's Major Moretti you should thank.

- He talked me into it. - What a con man!

Your colleague did cause terrible harm

with his report based on false rumours.

That's true.

And many of you reacted to our channel's apology.

A right of reply on air would have been better.

Yes, but...

he's currently behind bars...

- You'd be up for it? - Of course.

That's good because I've brought him along.

He's in the audience.

How about a round of applause?

My name is Sébastien Legarrec.

When my pal Cédric and I were kids,

we used to play

at giving each other dares.

"Dare you to jump off that wall!"

"Dare you to nick an apple!"

One day it was: "Dare you to kidnap a little girl!"

12-year-olds can be stupid.

Her name was Léa.

We tied her to a tree.

She got away...

but banged her head.

I never imagined she'd scream so loud.

My pal Cédric panicked.

I can still see him hitting her with the rock. Twice, three times...

And I didn't do anything.

I was paralysed.

I didn't kill her, but...

I've never stopped seeing her face.

A live scoop.

That doesn't happen every day.

Don't you have something to add?

Yes.

I'm sorry

for the harm we did you.

I don't know what you're talking about.

That's the second scoop.

Little Léa Rivière was your daughter.

Captain, I...

know you have a reputation for being quite twisted,

but you're going too far.

Everyone here is a witness.

Your face while he confessed didn't lie.

Not the face of a journalist,

but the face of a mother.

A damaged mother.

- Shall we stop the show? - No.

If you want the truth,

I'll tell you everything.

I knew there were two of them, I did my job as a journalist.

I investigated.

No one in the police believed me.

When I buried my daughter,

I swore I'd find them.

However long it took.

And then they'd pay, both of them.

Venturi worked it out. That's why you killed him.

He'd become an obstacle.

He had to go.

That's where you lost your humanity.

No, you don't understand.

I lost it 15 years ago.

The day Léa was killed.

To little Miss Ace and her first case!

Pretend to be amused.

You remind me of someone...

A cop, always sitting down...

Yes, Inspector Derrick!

She fights back, eh?

It's good to have someone bright in the team.

To Borel and his swift return!

Shit, I forgot! I promised to go and see him.

I'll come with you.

She's made an impression on you, eh?

- Me? - I know you.

After all this time.

Is it that obvious?

Why don't you let yourself go a bit?

Who knows what might come of it?

"I, Annie Hoste,

"admit to having lied in my previous testimony.

"I was David Wilcker's mistress."

Hello, Maître.

I'm calling on behalf of David Wilcker.

I have something new.

Subtitles by Howard Bonsor

Subtitling: Vdm