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Hello?

Hello, I'd like to order a 4-cheese pizza, please.

Without cheese.

What? There's a mistake, it's...

Very funny, Camille!

Were you asleep?

No, just having a rest, that's all.

Cheer up, I'll do the night shift tomorrow, OK?

- See you later. - Bye.

Lieutenant, there's a strange call on line 3.

- Hello? - Hello...

Camille, that's annoying. Stop it!

Hello! Hello!

Can you hear?

I'm hurt.

They want to kill me.

Tell me where you are.

Hello?

She doesn't eat, she's on the phone all night,

says she failed her mock exam.

Oh shit, no...

I'd like to trust her, but...

We need info on this Julien.

Sure. But I've tried.

How can I help her if she says nothing?

- Every time... - She's sensitive.

I don't want her ruining her life for the first boy.

And you're late.

I know. Thomas won't get up. Thomas!

Alice hogs the bathroom?

- Yes. - That never changes.

Maybe Julien is a nice boy,

who knows?

He's a delinquent and she wants

to live with him.

He only did some graffiti. Once guilty, guilty for life...

Never! We'll never agree.

Why are you here, anyway?

- I brought some croissants. - Again?

We must keep our distances.

No, I think if we show a united front,

she'll find it easier to tell us about the boy.

You think I'm stupid.

No.

You do. You're not worried.

- I am. - No.

You don't look it.

I am. Like you, I want to be close to my kids.

Yeah, sure.

Yes, Erwan?

It's croissants, not a proposal.

Sorry?

No, nothing.

I thought you did. OK.

Yes, Erwan, go on.

It's complicated.

Who's the victim?

Apparently, Clara Séguret,

from a family of famous parfumiers.

Why "apparently"?

Because there's no body, just a pool of blood

and the phone Clara used to call us.

So if there's no proof of murder, it's just a missing person.

What have you got?

It might be nothing, but the power was off.

They say that's happened regularly since last week's storms.

So the murder waited for a power cut? A bit random, that.

- But check the fuse box for prints. - OK.

- You spoke to the family? - Yes.

Pierre Séguret, the father, had gone to see a supplier.

Mylène, a sister, lives in Béziers.

They're on their way.

- The mother? - Died 20 years ago.

OK. So we have nothing,

no clues, no prints.

A partial footprint. They're working on it.

Coordinate with the dog squads. See you later.

OK. Fine.

The Ségurets go back a long way.

Their ancestor created a perfume for Marie-Antoinette.

They were parfumiers when Montpellier was the perfume centre,

before Grasse took over.

Odd, they didn't become a big brand.

They are, but they've stayed a family business,

with "quality products reserved for special clients".

Clara made a perfume,

"Immortelle".

On the internet it says it was named scent of the year.

Wow!

That's Erwan's phone, what...

Anaïs, fancy that.

Shall I arrest her for harassment or...

Jealousy.

No, I... No, not at all, I...

I mean Clara.

Oh! Of course.

She's a talented nose, a rival could resent her. Check it out.

OK.

I'm Damien Heyrieux.

I've worked with parfumiers for 20 years.

Mrs Séguret took me in and taught me the job.

A wonderful woman.

I'm almost one of the family now.

OK.

Does Clara usually work so early?

Yes. She thinks perfumes have more impact at night.

We often exchange ideas late at night, by email,

and she comes in at 3am.

Sorry, Mr Heyrieux,

but how do you send and read emails?

Voice recognition technology.

The nose's first task is to write down ideas.

Isn't that Clara's job?

It takes several people to make a perfume,

each using their own sensibility.

What is her nose good for?

The assembly.

The most difficult task.

She came back after 6 months, with her first perfume.

Came back... She wasn't with her father then?

Clara left 3 years ago.

She wanted a change.

My daughter thought I was old-fashioned.

And she found a rival who was more modern?

Do you think...

Philippe Linagre,

a perfume manufacturer who sold to department stores.

Do you know why she decided to come back here?

She never said.

She just came back 6 months ago.

She's often impulsive.

Does she make enemies?

One day, she walked out of Linagre's.

But the idea he would hurt her...

It'll be OK, Dad, the police will find her.

Do you know if she had a boyfriend,

or an ex-boyfriend?

No one at the moment. She never had a problem with an ex.

She's a strong character, but not aggressive.

"Immortelle", her new perfume, is to honour our mother.

Clara wanted to recreate the scents of our childhood.

May I?

Could she have come back for that, to make this perfume with you?

Well?

The dogs are lost. Clara's scent is everywhere.

Check with the technicians.

Camille is backup, see with her.

The family's no use. They say she's great, that's all.

Yes. Sophie says Clara had no problems with rivals.

We need to see her old boss, Philippe Linagre.

I'll do that.

OK. See you later.

Bye.

Well?

- You left your phone. - Thanks.

The tracks found at the lab are from trolleys that carry barrels.

So Clara was transported in a barrel,

hence no blood outside.

You think he took her to his car?

Maybe.

Or else she's dying in the woods nearby.

- Let's share search duty. - OK. You first.

Is Clara dead?

First of all, hello, and then, who are you?

Philippe Linagre.

Oh, really!

That saves me looking for you.

Who told you that?

A delivery driver who was here earlier.

I wanted to check.

- Is it true? - We don't know.

Don't listen to gossip.

What happened?

We don't know, we're investigating.

And by the way, how angry were you with Clara?

A bit? Extremely?

Why would I be angry with her?

She walked out on you, then succeeded.

Doesn't that smack of betrayal?

What? She didn't walk out.

So she's still working for you?

I fired her, she didn't work.

Right.

In 2 and a half years, Clara made several perfumes for Linagre.

Then, suddenly, she got bored and stopped working.

That fits with her capricious, unpredictable nature.

- Yes, maybe... - "Maybe"?

Go on, Paul.

Clara loves making perfumes.

If she was bored, why wait to be fired

to come back to her father?

Pride. Maybe she had no other choice.

No. Apparently, she did what she wanted.

I want to dig more.

If you agree.

Amazing. Soon you'll be on time.

It seems the woman lives only for her work,

no friends, just casual acquaintances.

Bank accounts, phone records?

No, nothing of interest.

Anaïs needs me again tonight, and with Clara's case,

it's tricky. I can't come back.

Shall I deal with your cases?

Yes, please. Thank you, Captain.

OK.

- Come in. - Hello. Captain Marchal.

A parallel lab.

Worry doesn't stop you working. That's good.

The show must go on, as they say.

I keep busy to pass the time.

I want to know where Clara is

and why she was attacked.

I don't understand.

Neither do I, Mr Heyrieux,

and I must admit it's annoying.

These are perfume concentrates?

Yes.

We get our flowers from local suppliers

and distill them ourselves before assembling the final perfume.

Lavender.

No. Mandarin.

That's the top note,

the first thing you smell.

Put a drop on your wrist.

- Hazelnut. - Vanilla.

One of the heart notes, the second one you smell.

The most important is the last one, the base note,

which lasts all day.

You'll smell that for a while.

I thought you didn't do assembly.

It's "Immortelle", Clara's masterpiece.

Before she came back, who created the perfumes?

- Mylène, her sister. - Did she mind Clara taking over?

It didn't go well, at the time.

And what did you feel, with your great sense of smell?

Frustration?

Jealousy? Hatred, maybe?

Mylène realised it wasn't her place.

Soon she'll replace her father. That was always the plan.

Hi.

Is that smell of wet chicks you?

High-class chicks, not wet ones, Camille.

You've used a lot of orange flower.

Yes, that's the base note. Of course!

- Vanilla too. - OK.

I always had an amazing nose.

For finding trouble, yes,

but for picking up scents, I'm not sure.

I checked up.

Mylène's been running the company for the last 6 months.

The family heritage.

Clara gets fame, glamour, the spotlight.

No more perfume making for Mylène.

Hence the dispute. But a poor motive for murder, no?

But I checked with the commercial court.

The company articles were changed.

3 days ago. Clara got the lot.

OK. Is Erwan still here?

Yes, for an hour.

Let him know. Thanks, Camille.

You're joking...

It's not too strong, it's really good.

What? No, it smells really good.

No, there have never been problems between my sister and me.

So your argument after she came back was normal?

Clara told me Linagre had fired her.

I was angry she'd lied to Dad.

But I kept her secret.

No need for him to know now.

And what about her taking over everything?

How did you take that?

Clara didn't take over.

I asked my father to put her in charge.

I don't understand. You worked for years, to give it all up?

Just my name on the organization chart.

I'm still doing the same work.

And Clara will get all the fame from "Immortelle".

She's the Ségurets' future. A true visionary.

It was all for the family's good.

Please find my sister.

"Jacqueline Marchal", as in "Paul Marchal"?

It's been a long time. How are things?

OK, I'll launch a search then.

Only joking, Jacqueline.

Don't worry, Alice is like that right now.

Even I can't get through to her.

Right. OK.

Bye then.

Oh dear! If Grandma gets involved, it'll be tricky.

Alice...

Oh!

Just a sec.

Hello, Alice. It's Mum.

I'd like you to call your grandma.

So she doesn't call me, OK?

Call me back. Bye now, take care.

- Excuse me, Franck. - It's fine.

I'm listening.

The blood was definitely Clara's,

about 4 litres,

for a woman of about 60 kilos.

- Murder then, not a missing person? - Exactly.

To lose so much blood,

her carotid artery must have been cut.

Something bothers me about your crime scene.

Tell me.

Why was everything upside down like that?

I guess Clara tried to escape after phoning us, and in the panic...

Why didn't she get out?

The lab was in darkness.

Right.

- Yes, that's it. - What?

You're a genius.

I know, but... why?

You'll see.

Don't put the light on.

- Are you OK, Major? - Yes. Close the door, Erwan.

Is this one of Captain Marchal's ideas?

Not at all, it's a demonstration by example. Nothing to do with him.

Go on, close the door.

Right.

Now walk across the room.

OK.

Sorry, but this is really Marchal's style.

Do you see the chair?

Yes, I see it.

So?

So Clara could have seen, if her pursuer had a light, right?

Exactly. So they must have been in total darkness.

OK.

- Is Camille still over there? - Yes, I'll relieve her in 2 hours.

OK. Hold this.

Hello, Camille, it's Soler.

Here's what you're going to do.

Mr Heyrieux! Lieutenant Barbier.

Captain Marchal will bring you the hearing minutes tomorrow.

It's OK, I'll come to the gendarmerie to sign them.

OK.

I didn't know if...

If a poor blind man could get about?

I'm not helpless, you know.

Right. I'm sorry.

- Were you born blind? - No.

I had an accident when I was 12.

And is it true that,

when you lose one sense, the others become more developed?

Yes. In my case, the sense of smell.

Hence your work with perfumes.

- Yes. - Right.

- Bye now. - Goodbye.

Look here. And here.

Damien Heyrieux killed Clara Séguret.

What percentage of certitude do you have on this?

99%.

Bring him in. I'll attend the questioning.

Not to monitor you, don't worry.

I need to see who we're dealing with.

This is going to annoy me.

Yes,

I went in very early to get a sample from the lab.

And to think I walked in poor Clara's blood!

My blindness is sometimes a real handicap.

Why didn't you tell Captain Marchal all this?

He only asked what I was doing at the time of the murder.

I wasn't going to ask what he did before or after.

Heyrieux is said to have an exceptional sense of smell.

4 litres of blood in a closed room...

He'd have smelt it.

I had a jasmine-scented handkerchief under my nose

to immerse myself in the smell.

I couldn't smell anything else.

And your fingerprints on the circuit-breaker?

I guess there were other prints too.

Major Soler, surely you don't think I'm the murderer?

Why would I kill Clara?

That's one of two questions.

The second is: where did you put the body?

So you have nothing.

Have you questioned many suspects who remained that calm, Captain?

When they were innocent, never.

Heyrieux should be panicking.

He knows we know but have no proof.

We're stuck. What shall we do?

You have the facts, you need the reasons.

We focus on motive and on finding the body.

OK. Colonel, it's always a pleasure to see you.

I won't keep you longer.

Do you play poker, Major Soler?

No, I prefer chess. Why?

I do, and I'm good at it.

Heyrieux is a fearsome adversary.

I'll stay around to make sure it turns out well.

Hello. Yes?

I'm looking for Miss Soler.

Major Soler, yes. For what reason?

I'm her mother.

I'll call her right away.

Get the file to the prosecutor by tomorrow morning, Sophie.

Yes, I'll do it. What's up?

There's no need.

Has she seen me?

Sure, she's coming this way.

What can I do?

Nothing, it's OK. Thanks.

OK.

Darling, aren't you too old to play hide and seek?

I'm not playing, Mum, I'm preparing myself psychologically.

- Hello, Mum. - Hello, my little girl.

Why are you here?

I'm having a week's cure.

I mean, why are you at my work?

I called last night, left a message, no reply. I knew I'd find you here.

What's wrong? Have I got fat? Do I look awful?

Not at all. You look very good.

Your hair, maybe.

Right. Mum,

Some tea or...

No, I'm in a hurry.

OK. What's so urgent?

Just to tell you we found Alice. The 3 of us had lunch together.

- Three? - Alice, your mother-in-law and I.

Jacqueline Marchal?

Right.

She's my ex-mother-in-law, actually.

- I know you have trouble with that. - OK.

Just to tell you my granddaughter is very happy, very much in love.

Yes, I know, but I'm her mother, so...

But she has exams this year,

and I don't want her to fail because of a boy.

Kids are not made to stay with their parents.

It's time to think about yourself.

You'll end up on your own.

But with my work, I'll be fine.

You sound like your dad.

Your work is good, but you're still a woman.

I hear you gave up yoga.

I see that news travels fast.

Yoga is good.

You must prepare for the empty nest.

It's difficult, you must be ready.

As a mother, you forget yourself.

You'd know that.

There's no such thing as a perfect mother.

Take me to the tram.

10 minutes with you, a record!

At least I didn't come for nothing.

- Come on, let's go! - Wait a minute.

You can finish your game later. Come on, Tom.

It's not a game, it's a model essay.

What do you mean?

Studies come before training?

I have my exams this year. Don't you get that?

It's good you're studying, but we're not used to it.

Thanks for the support. Cool.

You kids are difficult.

I'm trying hard, but no one seems to notice.

You're difficult too. You want a medal for being with us?

No, it's fine. I like being with you.

I've never been this happy.

So what's the problem?

There's no problem, Tom.

I just want a close-knit family.

Close to us or close to Mum?

Oh no. You can't say that.

Stop making these jibes about Mum, OK?

I know your mum and I aren't easy to cope with,

but you're our priority.

Everything I do is for Alice and you.

There.

Only joking, Dad.

Right.

Sorry.

Shall we do this training, then?

I only have an hour.

There.

I went back over a year, to find something.

With Damien Heyrieux?

No, with her old boss, Philippe Linagre.

She took a week's holiday and stayed away a month.

Where was she?

In London.

What's in her emails?

Nothing.

He wrote every day asking what was up. She never replied.

Clara just said

she'd had a personal problem. I had to accept that.

You're a very understanding boss.

She offered to do overtime to make up. I agreed.

You didn't notice anything strange?

A change of lifestyle or attitude?

No.

But a few months later you fired her. Why?

She didn't create any perfumes,

her assembly work was incoherent.

After London?

Yes, her last creation was before she went there.

Right.

According to Damien Heyrieux,

a nose's first job is to note down ideas, right?

This is Clara's computer?

Yes.

What's that?

"Immortelle", Clara's perfume,

set out theoretically.

That's how you choose scents?

Yes.

We know, without smelling,

each of the base scents in the final perfume.

OK.

Heyrieux uses his tablet, Clara this computer.

How do you share the results of the work?

We've used computers for 20 years.

Each one transfers data via the network,

and it's all saved here.

Sorry.

Erwan, I have a job for you.

Yes?

I remembered to knock.

When the door's open, I don't see the point, but never mind.

I'm listening.

I tracked Clara in London.

On the fifth day she was taken to St Mary's hospital.

St Mary's.

Yes, I got that, but why?

A scooter accident.

3 weeks in hospital,

hence her month away.

But why didn't she say?

And no progress on Heyrieux's motive.

Formal requests to get her medical file from London

will take days.

We need a doctor to call the hospital.

A pathologist with good English should do.

Definitely.

I'll leave that to you.

Very well.

- Thanks, Sophie. - You're welcome.

And don't close the door.

Heyrieux downloaded Clara's notes a few days ago.

Do you find that normal?

Yes.

Probably to check his work had been respected.

Weeks after the perfume was out?

Wouldn't that be checked before, not after?

Yes, of course.

You should ask him yourself.

I won't bother him just for that.

But I'll print his work and your sister's.

Is this deliberate?

If the door's closed, you charge in,

if it's open, you knock.

You have a problem.

- No. - You do.

- What's this? - What's up, Paul?

Can I colour in your treasure map?

It shows the places we searched for Clara's body.

Everywhere except Heyrieux's place.

To search it, we need a warrant.

It'd confirm our suspicions, but the colonel wants evidence first.

It's a vicious circle.

Hi.

Hello, Franck.

I talked to the London hospital.

- And? - Yes!

See, we're equipped too.

Know what this is for?

To communicate from a distance.

You didn't need to come.

I wanted to see Léa. She doesn't come to the lab now.

- True. - Indeed.

I won't make an excuse because you're here...

What does your wife think?

Paul! Paul!

I'm listening, Franck.

Clara had a facial injury in the scooter accident.

Here's the interesting bit.

The olfactory nerve, traversing the cribriform plate, was torn.

So...

You lost me after the word "scooter".

No.

Since her accident, our victim has suffered from anosmia.

Anosmia? No better. What's that?

The loss of the sense of smell.

Clara can't have created "Immortelle".

- OK? - Fine.

- Did you sleep a bit? - "A bit", yes.

- Thanks for taking my shift. - You're welcome.

I can't find the minutes on the Gomez suspect's detention.

You should have done it.

You said you'd deal with my files.

Your files, not your procedures.

OK. So he's been detained 26 hours

instead of 24.

Oh dear!

We've given his lawyer a get-out-of-jail card.

We must tell Soler.

Just as I was starting to get on well with her.

Clara never said she'd lost her sense of smell.

She told you.

When she told you she'd been fired.

That's why you had the argument.

So "Immortelle" is your perfume?

No.

Clara had assembled all the base notes from memory,

by recalling our childhood days with Mum.

Brilliant work.

Except that she needed you.

For the assembly. That's the real job of the nose.

It can't be done from theory.

I helped Clara, but it's her perfume,

she created it.

I understand that you wanted to give Clara the credit.

But someone might have found out.

- Heyrieux, for instance. - No.

We were careful not to leave any traces.

We didn't want to worry you.

A change of career?

Hey, those are my essential oils.

I've tried an assembly of Léa's favourite scents.

- Really? - Yes.

Jasmine, violet, lemon.

- Have a smell. - OK.

No! That's not your vocation.

Assembling a perfume isn't just mixing things up.

No, it needs coherent formulas.

You know,

some are very ancient, dating from the 14th century.

I have to go, I have a big problem.

Hang on, come here. Look.

- There. - What? OK.

The same formula on both sides,

but with...

one difference that you've circled.

What is it?

It's Heyrieux's notes on "Immortelle".

The difference is the extraction method for the concentrates.

That's too technical for me.

Me too. I've asked Camille to check it out.

- OK. - Oh my!

I love it. I must show Léa.

No, I tell you. Definitely not.

- A bad idea. - Right.

What's the circled formula?

A method of extracting perfumes.

- Enfleurage. - A very old method.

How old?

We haven't used it for 20 years.

The notes for "Immortelle."

Yes, and those are Damien Heyrieux's.

Why is he interested in that old method?

It doesn't make sense.

Unless this was 20 years ago.

Clara's perfume is only 6 months old.

Apparently not, Mr Séguret.

Your daughter was lying all along.

She stole Heyrieux's old ideas.

So I'd be stupid enough

to kill Clara and keep her body in my home.

You really underestimate me.

We're just doing our job, Mr Heyrieux.

What move?

Castle to D4.

I understand,

and I'll call my lawyer so he can do his job too.

Of course, go ahead,

he can talk to the judge who issued the warrant.

Knight takes castle.

Black bishop to G3, checkmate.

Major!

Your silence speaks volumes.

I'll tell you something, Major Soler.

If I was guilty, I'd have found a perfect way

not to be caught,

unlike your bishop which will be taken by my...

Where have you put my queen?

Nowhere.

Maybe she disappeared mysteriously, like Clara.

I hate cheats.

You're remanded in custody for Clara Séguret's murder.

Please, Thierry.

What do we do now?

Search the place from top to bottom

and don't leave till you find something. OK, Erwan?

Oh no, that's all we need.

Colonel!

Major Soler, you owe me an explanation.

Of course, I can explain everything.

Motive. We've found Mr Heyrieux's motive.

Really? Go on.

In fact, Clara Séguret stole from him.

She didn't create "Immortelle", he created it ages ago.

Yes, that's it, exactly.

Thank you, Captain.

Thanks, but the Major can speak for herself.

You'd never do a search without justification, would you?

Of course not, Colonel.

You have proof of this motive?

Proof of this motive?

Yes, of course.

The...

The notes... The work notes.

The work notes we found in the lab.

Why would Heyrieux make a perfume to honour Clara's mother?

Was he in love with her?

No. I don't think...

We've no reason to think that, but we're digging.

We're digging...

Of course we consider all possibilities.

Remember what I said:

Heyrieux won't crack. He plays poker.

Yes, but don't worry, I can bluff too.

Oh yes, like what you two just did to me.

I was so careful.

- Maybe I wasn't careful enough. - Obviously.

You're never on my side.

- I am. - You're not.

You never defend me.

Smile for the man.

"Immortelle".

A masterpiece, Mr Heyrieux.

I'd like a man to be so in love with me that he'd make a perfume

to remember me by.

Because that's the basis of the story.

Mrs Séguret and you...

were lovers.

No.

I won't let you sully her memory.

I'm not sullying anything, I'm searching.

I'm searching.

You had a romance with her,

but she'd never have left her family for you.

So she put you in a little house

at the bottom of the garden,

like some common lover.

Stop that!

There was never anything between us.

She was an extraordinary woman,

she offered me a job and gave me my chance.

I noticed this tree beside your house,

this bitter orange tree you fuss over,

which produces orange blossom,

the base note of "Immortelle".

Mrs Séguret's favourite flower, her husband says.

- Again, that proves nothing. - No.

But we're making progress.

Maybe you created this perfume

to thank Mrs Séguret for her... kindness?

Yes.

She died before I finished it.

I hadn't done the assembly.

You don't know how to do it.

I wanted to ask Pierre, but...

after his wife died, he was so heartbroken

that I abandoned the project.

Until Clara came across your work by chance,

and stole it.

And...

you hate people who cheat.

Yes,

she used my work.

But how do you know I didn't give it to her?

He came close to cracking.

Yes, I know.

The ideal story. Though it sounds stupid,

we can't prove he didn't give Clara his work.

Last chance: find what he did with the body.

Soler. Go on.

Yes, Major! We found traces of polyethylene on the floor.

That's plastic, isn't it?

Yes, and their oil barrels are made of it.

OK. Thanks, Erwan.

You're welcome.

It seems Heyrieux hid Clara's body in a barrel in his house.

What?

That's chess.

Chess?

Always being one step ahead.

He knew we wouldn't search his house without a warrant.

He let us search the whole estate,

then moved the body after our teams left.

- Where did he put it? - A place we'd already searched.

The warehouse where the other barrels are stored.

The perfect crime.

Or almost.

I think this is it.

"Rose oil, to be left to age for 3 years."

Signed yesterday by Heyrieux.

Shit!

Very clever, to put Clara's body in a barrel of oil.

No decomposition, no smell.

But it wasn't so clever to sign the label on the barrel.

Someone may have imitated my signature.

It's not direct evidence against me.

Once again.

We have your footprints at the crime scene,

prints on the circuit breaker.

That's quite a lot now, Mr Heyrieux.

When did you realise

Clara had stolen your work?

I suspected she'd used my work

when she showed us "Immortelle".

For 20 years,

I'd been imagining those scents in my head,

and suddenly it was like a dream come true.

Did you talk to her?

She denied it.

So you compared your notes to Clara's.

Clara thought the database belonged to the Séguret estate,

so she could help herself.

She even accused me of having no team spirit.

So as well as stealing from you,

she humiliated you.

Why didn't you tell her father?

Pierre wouldn't have believed me.

His darling daughter,

a thief?

The Séguret estate deserves the best.

Clara wasn't worthy of that heritage.

But I won't confess to murder.

It's a pity.

A real pity.

Because that's the only way for you to win.

What do you mean?

You're right, we don't have any direct proof,

so I'll have to let you go, inevitably,

and Clara will always be associated with "Immortelle".

No one will ever know the truth.

She stole, she cheated,

yet in the end,

she'll be the winner.

Wait!

There!

Uncle Paul has sorted it.

The colonel knows nothing, your records are clean.

- How did you do it? - No.

Magicians don't reveal secrets,

you know that.

OK, it wasn't me, it was...

Well, I did tell Léa.

How did she sort it, then?

Léa took responsibility

and told the colonel she'd made a mistake.

Wow!

Not many would do that.

Yes, Alice, it's Mum, once again.

I'm getting really worried.

I've left you about 10 messages. I have no news from you at all.

You have your exams this year, I... Well, I...

I need to talk to you.

That must be your brother who's forgotten his keys.

So I'm counting on you. Phone me and we'll talk. OK?

I love you, darling, you know.

Thomas, try to remember your keys.

Good evening. Léa Soler?

Yes. Yes.

I'm Gregory. I'm a yoga teacher. Your mother sent me.

She didn't go and do that?

She's paid for a trial lesson.

Yes, yes. Well, no, actually. Sorry, but I'm very busy.

She says you should look after yourself.

Maybe I should.

But really, Jérémy, I'm...

Gregory, I'm Gregory.

Gregory, I... I'm really snowed under with work.

Snowed under?

I understand.

Your mother warned me you'd be very busy.

If you find a slot, call me.

Right. OK, we'll do that.

Sorry to waste your time, Gregory.

Goodbye.

Is it true you've bought a flat, Captain?

Yes. Why?

It's just that, when the Major arrived 3 years ago,

given your past, we didn't think you'd stay long.

No, nor did I.

But it's cool.

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