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What are you doing here?

No... No!

(Music)

I took the liberty. May I serve you?

Yes, please.

Thank you.

You've given me my life back.

I just fixed a mistake.

An error?

For the past seven years, some guy has been drinking this coffee for me every morning.

I'd love to know who it is.

This woman, Annie Hoste, did you really love her?

I hated her

for preferring to die rather than tell them what we'd been through.

It's hard to stand up for what's right if you have to betray for it.

You've done it.

OK, that's it.

How about it? Murder or suicide?

He was alive when he fell, he broke his neck.

Was it deliberate or unintentional?

Science can't tell.

Simplify: in fact, you don't know.

Do you really want my feeling?

David Vilcker killed him, he should never have gotten out of prison.

He took revenge, as he did with Simon.

He'll kill again if you don't do something!

I'm not invited to the debate?

Any ideas you'd like to share, Lieutenant?

Suicide.

Karl Hoste had buried his pain, but our investigation awakened his guilt.

Did we push him?

No, it's his life.

Bad choices.

The ghost of his wife, Annie Hoste.

Could one of you give me some concrete proof?

Choice of location: suicide.

Murder.

David Wilcker has been out for a while and wants revenge.

Watch out for him.

The exterminating angel, no less.

Are you going to kill yourself?

Not at the moment.

You're safe.

I'm still going to take out insurance and see Wilcker.

Stop pestering him.

This will bring back fond memories.

Fred?

I thought it best to ring before coming in.

What would you like?

We've come to question your protégé about what may well be a murder.

I've missed this.

You'll have trouble hanging me by my feet this time.

Don't tempt me.

I could try and fail.

Playtime over?

Gaëlle, seriously, can we go home?

I'm not going to mourn him, your Karl Hoste.

I'd heard you'd changed,

but the coldness is still there.

Fred, don't be stubborn.

You say the murder took place yesterday afternoon.

and I say I was with David all day.

He could have been gone for an hour or half an hour.

I'm ready to sign my testimony.

Don't lose it.

OK, got it.

Can we go outside and formalize this?

How about a coffee?

There's some left over from this morning.

It makes you drool:

settled into my furniture, offer me a cup of coffee,

play the victim with my wife...

Ex-wife, right?

Don't worry: there's nothing between us yet.

Not a shred of remorse.

You've forgotten that I belong in this house.

You and I know, don't we?

We know why you worked so hard, why you lied.

Carpet.

I don't have anything to cover.

I'll lend it to you.

No, never.

My bike.

Nice bike.

Not good enough.

I said “carpet”.

Let it go, Cain.

My home.

OK.

You still have your bike.

You've had enough.

Come on, go home.

This isn't my home anymore.

This is no longer my home.

I put you down.

It cost me seven years of my life.

But I'm still savoring it.

You're mine.

I don't believe it!

The great Cain sold out for three aces!

I wasn't the same.

Today, you'd start with a pair.

I thought you were capable of anything, but for a good cause.

You seem to enjoy it.

That's a relief.

I feel better than you.

Feels great.

Lucie, I'm naked in front of you.

I told you all this so you could help me understand.

That IOU was nothing, just a piece of paper.

I was going to be made a major, it threatened my career.

Did Moretti know?

He gave me a hard time, but we knew what Wilcker was worth.

We did what we had to do to keep him in prison.

You've done your homework, after all.

Would you like me to charge him with Karl Hoste's murder?

For Hoste, I believe Gaëlle.

Holy Gaëlle!

But he killed Campanile.

What if he didn't?

I need the truth.

Together.

We'll find it.

But if it doesn't suit you, I won't be able to follow you.

Not this time.

I've got something to tell you.

Jacques Moretti,

will you become my husband?

Tina, this is crazy.

Is... is this a joke?

No.

Wait...

I haven't said yes yet.

Yes, you have.

You're going to say it.

You're getting married!

Yes, it seems unlikely...

No, wait a minute.

You, Jacques Moretti, my friend, are you getting married?

Yes.

And with a girl younger than you.

It's not reasonable.

I don't think I should.

But we don't care.

I'd like to stand up and congratulate you!

I want to be a witness.

And I'll be nice to the little pain in the ass.

I don't believe you for a second.

Damn!

Did Moretti tell you about Tina?

Yes.

How did you react?

Not that I'm shocked, but...

We're not experts in lovemaking, are we?

That's for sure.

The dead man refuses to speak.

This is one of those investigations that will eventually be closed.

I was right: suicide.

I think we've learned to trust each other.

I can find things, even if they don't seem to be there.

Write a report that will conclude to a homicide.

Are you ill?

Haven't we done enough?

Wilcker killed the man who shared my life.

Do you understand?

And since when do we take the law into our own hands?

Cops, experts like you, it's to avoid lynchings.

You've been delirious enough!

Gaëlle's testimony is clear: it would be pointless.

Will he always find a woman to bail him out?

We can't let him get away with this.

The family comes to authenticate it.

Yes, we're almost done.

We'll get him eventually.

I'll go and see Gaëlle.

I hope she'll listen to me.

You do that.

Forget your revenge fantasies!

You're all becoming borderline.

Who was that?

Anna and Jérôme Valérian, Karl Hoste's sister and brother-in-law.

You're right: we'll do things the old-fashioned way.

I'm glad to hear you say that.

So what do we do?

I'm going to treat Wilcker like a normal suspect, restore his confidence.

What about me?

Go back over the files to see if we missed anything.

The old-fashioned way, when I'm on the sidelines?

Great.

Don't try to influence me.

Simon is probably the only man I've ever loved.

He could put up with me.

And then, overnight...

Nothing.

Nothingness.

Simon was gone.

I understand, it's hard to...

No, you don't understand.

The only thing that consoled me, in that silence,

was knowing that David Wilcker was paying for his crime.

He didn't kill him.

Yes, he did.

This is it.

It's something that vibrates, that I feel in spite of myself.

It's the difference between our living bodies

and all these dead bodies I'm dissecting.

You'll have to make up your mind.

Stop protecting him, Gaëlle!

David Wilcker perverted Simon, and murdered him, I know it.

You should meet him.

He suffered too.

I wish he'd suffer more.

I made a promise to Simon, and I'll keep it,

until my last breath.

What have you come to tell me?

Don't let David fool you.

Don't fool yourself, Gaëlle.

Choose your side.

How does it feel to be out in the open?

How are you doing?

What a change!

I don't recognize Marseille anymore.

Thanks to people like you.

Look up. What do you see?

This used to be a working-class neighborhood, full of families, full of life.

Come on, you'll understand.

The real estate agent was quick to hand over the keys:

there are no customers.

Here's the result of your cut-price sales.

We're in an empty apartment.

The one we first met in.

Suzanne Gilardier's.

You evicted entire families,

drove up costs exorbitantly.

Departures, dramas, deaths...

What for?

We've created supply in the heart of Marseille.

Great job.

Problem is, there's no demand,

it's not a city of the rich.

You and Hoste screwed up big time.

There are hundreds of empty apartments like this in the city.

Why did you bring me here?

I spent seven years in prison for someone else.

Thanks for the visit, but I can't afford it,

and I already have a roof.

Do you want me to help you find the real culprit?

But the real culprit is you, isn't it?

Stop trying to make me believe you're still at it.

Hoste knew I was seeing his wife,

he wanted me to pay and he pushed me around.

Jérôme Valérian, does that mean anything to you?

His brother-in-law.

Anything else?

They didn't get along, I think.

Karl couldn't stand that he married his sister.

Why not?

I don't know why.

Please continue.

He was a bungler:

Hoste didn't want to help him financially, so he hung out in bars,

he sold shabby services, stole things left and right.

For God's sake...

The pickpocket.

Where are you going?

Come along.

All this is Valerian's?

Recycling, yeah, it's trendy.

We agree: you shut up.

I don't believe it, David Wilcker!

How's it going?

I'm all right.

I'm glad to hear that.

You're doing well for a guy who just got out of prison.

Nice achievement.

Need a job?

There are quite a few ex-cons here.

If I can help, let me know.

We've met before.

Yesterday, at the morgue.

Among others, yes.

Do you have a quiet place to talk?

Of course we do.

Follow me, please.

Karl never lifted a finger to help me.

Even for his sister?

What about her? Not even for his sister?

That's a nice dupe act you've got there.

The day she married me, we ceased to exist for him.

Since then, I've remade myself: these old clothes are sold by the ton in Africa,

and soon all over the world.

I opened my sixth store with only the most beautiful pieces.

You can't imagine what people throw away.

Isn't that charity?

You don't think it's useful in Benin?

to buy back our old clothes for next to nothing?

And I donate 10 euros per ton to a charity,

so your lessons...

Such generosity!

You keep stealing from other people's purses!

to line your own pockets.

Wait, that's it...

Damn, I recognize you.

You've taken a lot.

You could say I gave you a run for your money that day.

Tell us what happened that day.

David, the statute of limitations has expired.

Wait, what are we talking about here?

That day, I handed you over to Lieutenant Campanile.

Perhaps I did.

According to procedure, he should have taken you into custody,

but by 6 p.m., you were out.

Damn, that's accurate.

I guess he felt sorry for me.

Jerome, this is the cop I'm accused of killing.

I hadn't made the connection.

Stop playing dumb.

Tell me what happened!

Campanile had identified the family link between Karl Hoste and me.

When I said I knew you, he apologized profusely.

There you go.

And?

That's all!

I owe you one, but now it's just between you.

Spit it out!

Tell him to stop!

Did you shoot him?

No, you're sick!

Let go of me!

Say what you know!

I don't know anything.

I already told the cops everything back then!

Which cop did you talk to?

Tell me.

I have nothing more to say.

David, let me go, or it'll cost you.

What happened there?

You're not going to let him go?

He's got more to tell us!

Like what?

That you and Hoste were making the cops eat out of your hands?

That Campanile obeyed you out of fear?

You've taken it out on me.

I'm so sorry.

You know I'm innocent.

Your eyes have changed.

As far as you're concerned, my gaze will never change.

Let go of Gaëlle.

She's got nothing to do with it.

What's all this about a cop?

Are you gardening?

I haven't had much time, no.

You remind me of an aphid:

you hardly notice them, but they seem to suck the sap out of plants,

and everything withers away.

You're contaminating everything and everyone, Wilcker.

An aphid has never killed a cop.

But cops have been known to squash aphids.

Let go of Gaëlle!

What are you doing, Lucie?

We have a new lead in the Campanile case.

Who authorized you to take over this investigation?

It's just that we had to...

You were commissioned by judges,

do you see a public prosecutor around?

I already have to cover for Fred, but if you all get on board...

I've heard about your irregularities in this investigation.

What do you mean by that?

We've always been close, haven't we?

You're the one who got me into this department.

You trained me.

We've known each other all our lives.

Can it take you far?

I'll take care of Cain.

We'll find a way to calm things down with David Wilcker.

You just have to say the word.

Tell Fred I want to see him.

At home, not here.

And don't let him make another move until then.

You always knew how to choose your whiskies.

I sank into it for a while, you pulled me out.

We've always been there for each other.

If I could have given you one of my legs, I would have.

Not both of them?

You're always exaggerating.

You weren't going to buy me off with a drink, were you?

I went to see Jérôme Valérian today.

As disgusting as his late brother-in-law, but you know all that.

He gets government aid to sort his clothes.

“Eco-contribution!

Yeah...

He doesn't sort anything, just what's valuable.

I sent him the IRS two years ago, and he took a lot.

We've always shared the same revolts.

But I don't care if you bought your conscience by doing his taxes.

Is he the one who killed Campanile?

Yes.

How could you do that?

You knew Wilcker was innocent.

He has other crimes on his conscience.

Not you, Jacques. You're always reframing me.

How could you do that?

I'm not going to be able to forgive you.

I did it for you.

Here you go.

Your IOU.

Did you know about this?

When you decided to release Wilcker, I found it suspicious.

Tear it up, burn it or make confetti out of it.

No more talk about it.

How did you do it?

The less you know, the better.

We're both good cops, so stop messing around.

How did you get it back?

Wild search.

He can say what he wants, there are no more traces,

this poker game never happened.

That's not like you.

It's not like me to drag around a ball and chain that protects the bad guys.

Wilcker can't hurt you anymore, so let's take him down.

Your IOUs, your little cowardice...

We were in deep shit because of you,

and you were mad at me for that wild search at Wilcker's.

Besides, I searched, but she wasn't even at his place.

I already had Valerian in my sights.

I didn't tell you about it, you were unreliable.

So I went to see Karl Hoste.

I stay calm.

What kind of trouble are you getting into?

Don't put on such airs.

What are we talking about here?

Shall I tell you what happened the day you were arrested?

Campanile questions you,

and discovers you're a member of the Hoste family.

He tells you he's done with Wilcker,

but releases you.

Because he owes it to Mr. Hoste.

You ask him why.

He tells you he'll pay off his debt that evening,

because Mr. Hoste lent him 65,000 euros.

It made you angry.

You refuse to lend me 200 euros, and give that cop 65,000!

So you follow him,

you end up at his place,

you want the money, he refuses,

he pulls out his gun, you fight

and you end up with a corpse on the ground.

But you still take the money.

It was your money.

It was valuable to me.

You're not going to let me go now, are you?

Think of your sister.

This money is for her too.

I'll give you back your colleague, Frédéric Caïn, but none of this goes out of here.

Why do you have this?

Let's just say I searched David's place before you did.

Take it.

I want guarantees.

I'll have the money sent to David, and you can charge him.

But he's innocent.

Please!

This can't leave here, it's between us.

Thanks, Karl.

No.

It's a win-win situation.

I forget what happened.

You'll forget, too.

It never happened.

I've invested the money, I'm going to open a business.

You've said enough.

Tomorrow you'll search David's house,

and his guilt will no longer be in doubt.

How could you accept this?

What about Annie Hoste?

Her suicide?

I'd like to talk to Captain Cain.

I have an important statement to make.

He's not in. I can call Captain Moretti.

No.

Madame?

May I help you?

Karl, I know you'll never forgive me.

I sincerely love David, even though I know he doesn't love me.

I'm so sorry!

I didn't deserve that.

This debt, I would have gotten out of it.

No, you're wrong.

But you wanted to be a major,

and you'd have been much better at it,

if you hadn't screwed up on your motorcycle a few months later.

(Music)

What's going on?

The commander wants to see us in his office, including Stunia.

We'll get to the truth, whatever the cost.

Tina.

Too bad Borel isn't here.

The public prosecutor's office hands over the investigation into the murder of Lieutenant Simon Campanile.

That's good.

Julie and Cain, call Jerome Valerian and bring him here for questioning.

Tina, find out everything you can about him.

The investigation has progressed, Elisabeth,

and as I told the judges, we're now convinced

that David Wilcker is innocent.

Jérôme Valérian will have to answer for the murders of Simon and Karl Hoste.

This will be my last case as SRPJ commander.

No one knows about this, not even the public prosecutor's office.

and we must expect certain developments in this investigation,

that will call into question the role I played seven years ago.

Jacques, you don't have to.

I expect each of you to remain fair and impartial.

You can't ask us to act against you.

That's an order.

I've been very proud to work with you all these years.

Let's finish this survey as we always do: together.

And efficiently.

You may go.

Back to work!

Did you know?

What's going on?

We're going to arrest Jérôme Valérian.

You promised me Wilcker would go back to prison.

He killed Simon.

And you know it.

Eli!

It's all your fault:

you were stubborn about an innocent man and pushed Jacques into a corner!

As far as I'm concerned, there's a guilty man, Captain, and only one.

It's your turn. Open fire.

We should be able to catch this.

Everyone knows the commander here.

He made a mistake, so what?

Moretti knows exactly how serious his actions are.

It suits you to say that, you and your arrangements.

As long as we catch the guilty ones!

That's just it, he didn't do it.

And that's what we have to do.

If we stop Valerian, he's screwed.

And if we don't stop him, we're no better than he is.

There's no morality anymore.

No point in going on, we're nothing.

Valerian's a loser. He's not worth this.

If that's an order...

Hopefully, by then, he'll have gone mute.

To know that, he'd have to be on the move.

Guys, come on!

We're running late!

Monsieur Valérian.

Not you!

I'm out of time, I'm in trouble. Sorry, this isn't going to work.

Please follow us.

I've already said everything.

Is this a joke?

No, we need to interview you.

Let's do it here.

No.

Take a little wool, it might be a while,

and it's not warm here.

OK, fine.

Let's get moving!

You'll be disappointed, I've told you everything.

No ?

I like it.

I'm locking it, it's the boss's office!

Yes, and double-locked, because you're in for a long stay.

I don't know what you mean.

The murder of a cop, and the murder of your brother-in-law.

Come on, let's go.

What about this one?

Ah, all the same!

No, give him a head start.

He's got legs like a fish.

Take it easy.

Police! Nobody move!

I'm so sorry. Are you going to be okay?

Oops.

Has the airport been notified?

Yes, and all the toll booths.

We're setting up roadblocks.

Are you proud of yourselves?

Sorry about that.

I fired two bullets, I could have shot him.

That was the solution.

Tina was showing me the roadblocks.

On a motorcycle, in Marseille, you're going to have a hard time catching him.

He veiled one of my wheels.

We have to stop him.

Stop it. We'll get him.

In the meantime, we can take advantage of your bad temper.

I'm fed up with your lousy plans.

OK.

It's true that in Marseille on a motorcycle...

It's already a long way off.

Elisabeth?

Is David here?

No. Come in.

You were right, we'd better talk.

He's not guilty.

I want to apologize.

Maybe I'll marry a major after all.

A civilian, that would have spoiled me.

Don't dream too much.

If I can't dream with my boyfriend, I'm in trouble.

You're not going to deny me?

Hello?

It's Valerian.

Valerian?

What's going on?

The cops are looking for me everywhere.

That wasn't in the contract.

You remember we had a contract, right?

I can help you with that.

Where are you?

Where no one will come looking for me.

Think about it, because if I fall, it'll cost you.

You won't fall.

You're safe.

I knew I could count on you.

Do you know why?

Because you're afraid for your little cop ass.

Do you need money?

Of course I do! I've got to get out of here.

Guess where I am.

I don't know where I am.

I'm at your place.

Isn't this a great hideout, asshole?

Your place!

Don't move.

On my way.

Come alone, okay?

Tell the others.

No.

Cain could screw it up.

I'm going alone.

You're going to lose everything.

I've already assumed that.

And it's up to me to do it.

I'll be there.

Tina.

That's an order.

It's unbelievable.

And you're here to tell me.

It won't bring Simon back, but let's say you were right.

Is he coming soon?

I'll give him a call.

Please don't do that.

Elisabeth...

Put the phone down.

Put the phone down!

We're going to sit down.

Let's go!

Come on. Here. Take a seat.

We'll wait here, calmly.

Can Valerian disappear?

He's not super-smart, but yes.

Missing Persons Bureau, go ahead.

One second, yes.

I'm in.

Keep this to yourself, I'll take care of it.

Stay in the car.

Coming.

It's too risky.

No, on the contrary.

I'll just talk to him. He knows he's safe with me.

If I'm not back in a quarter of an hour, call for backup.

You don't reassure me.

I love you too much to tell you cracks.

I don't know what you mean.

What's going on?

Cain, Moretti, Lucie...

They're all at it, but they're wrong.

All of them.

Elizabeth, I beg you, put the gun down.

I beg you.

Finally!

Why did you come out?

Shall I tell you about prison?

Don't move!

This is what awaits you the second you pull the trigger.

Did you think about that when you killed Simon?

It's not him, Elisabeth.

He's innocent.

You know that, otherwise you'd have fired by now.

Anybody home?

It's like entering a windmill here!

Ah, Stunia, you're here.

Just as well, I've got a corpse for you.

Him.

He's still a little fresh,

but we'll have no trouble determining the time of death.

Let's say 12:23 a.m.

Leave me alone, I know what I have to do.

Don't try to stop me.

Don't try to stop me.

I don't mind, I was just coming to see Gaëlle.

There's something bothering me about the ribs...

There you go.

Why are you doing this?

Elisabeth knows I'd never shoot her.

And neither does Lucie, for that matter.

As for you, in case she missed it,

Gaëlle would be the only one to mourn you.

You can console yourself, my dear.

Are you nuts?

I don't belong here.

What do you think, Elisabeth?

You've seen a lot of people who don't belong in the morgue.

No one's ever really in the right place.

Take Vilcker, for example.

He should be in his little 6 m2 house with bars.

Not because he killed Simon, we know that,

but because he's a bad guy with other deaths on his conscience,

including that of a child.

You can't say that.

I'm saying it anyway.

We have to stop Simon's killer.

He's the one.

He contaminates everything he touches.

But imagine this other man, Elizabeth, because he exists.

The one who followed Simon,

who entered your house,

pointed a gun like you do, pulled the trigger

and shot him in cold blood.

It exists.

We're on his trail.

You want to attend his trial, don't you?

It'd be stupid for him to attend yours.

Why do you always have to talk so much?

You'd miss our little chats, wouldn't you?

Come on, give me that gun, please.

Thank you, sir.

No !

No, not that, no.

But I'm counting on you not to press charges.

Tell him to leave.

I was right, Fred.

Admit it.

No.

I know him better than you do.

Did you two ever love each other?

(Music)

Lost and Found, hello.

Captain, I went in and he fired.

I couldn't do a thing!

I took a shot, but...

it was too late.