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HOME PORT

Hello. Thank you.

- Hello, Erwan. - Hello, Major.

Sorry I'm late, I took ages to find you.

I'd forgotten how big it is here.

Port Camargue, Europe's biggest marina.

5,000 berths.

And one victim. Where is he?

I had to send the body to the lab.

Before you came.

You did well, Erwan.

Go on then.

Hervé Brianson, 50, photographer.

His exhibition is on now.

Killed with a harpoon gun

about 11pm last night.

- The weapon? - We haven't found it.

The body was in this boat's cabin. But his boat is that one.

OK.

Are you OK?

Yes.

Marchal told you about Camille?

Yes.

I can't believe she's been transferred.

I know she made a mistake, but...

It's hard to accept she'll be far away.

I did my best, Erwan. Did you talk to her?

No. I'm not sure she wants to hear from a colleague now.

Were you just a "colleague"?

I think, for Camille,

you're more than that.

- Why, what... - At the theatre,

you weren't very discreet, I was told.

Tell her how you feel.

It's important.

Let's go.

There are traces of blood.

There... And here.

So Mr Brianson was hit by the arrow,

and he fell backwards.

Landing on the other boat.

The killer hid the body

to avoid detection.

I asked for the harbour to be swept.

You've done well.

Did you question the yacht owners?

Yes, they came from Paris.

We checked.

Excellent. Anything else?

Maybe. There were no cameras, lenses, etc.

I searched.

Really...

You think a thief killed him?

Maybe, we have to explore that.

Why is Marchal there all alone?

You know, he's "soaking up the atmosphere".

As usual. Good work, Erwan.

Well done. I'll get off.

I don't feel good on boats.

- Go on. - Thanks.

Take a sample, please.

There you are. I was looking for you.

- It's so beautiful... - You're soaking it all up.

It's good to soak up professionals' work.

When we were first married,

I was good at artistic vagueness.

Vagueness, yes, I remember.

Artistic, I'm not so sure, but...

So this is Hervé Brianson's work.

The local boy who found fame.

It's wonderful.

This photo's famous.

Oh yes, it's the one that won

the Pulitzer prize 19 years ago. - Is it? It's amazing.

What's all this?

There'll be no delay.

Who's that?

No delay!

I don't know him.

She's Isabelle Leduc, the harbour master.

- OK. Have you questioned her? - Not yet. I will.

I'll do it.

I knew Hervé Brianson.

We were at school together 30 years ago.

Had you seen him since then?

He left the area 20 years ago.

Came back 2 months ago.

After a long time! He came for his exhibition?

The town hall forced me to accept it.

Was that a problem for you?

I've better things to do.

Yes. How did you find Brianson, when he came back?

I only saw him once.

He seemed fine.

Just once in 2 months,

yet the exhibition's in the port? Odd!

He was a loner,

he did as he liked.

I know the type, but can you say more?

The exhibition was to open

6 weeks ago. It opened 3 days ago,

when Hervé had chosen the photos.

Right.

Do you know if he had problems

with the yachtsmen or anyone else?

I saw him arguing with Pierrot.

Pierrot?

A drunkard who hangs out

in the port and bars, making trouble.

If you need me,

you know where I am. - Yes, Captain.

Hi, Paul. It's Léa.

OK. But Pierrot... Pierrot what?

No surname? OK. I'll check later.

Hello. Captain Marchal. National Gendarmerie.

- May I ask you a few questions? - Go ahead.

Any problems with the port authorities?

- No. Why? - Oh yes.

I saw you and the harbour master.

The harbour master is also my wife.

We don't always agree on things.

Yes, I know what it's like.

You're a fisherman?

Not any more. I'm going to sell this.

Sad, it's been in my family for 3 generations.

Fishing's not what it used to be, then?

Protected zones, expensive fuel.

We earn nothing. Ah well.

You're not here to talk about fish.

No. Did you know Hervé Brianson?

Not really.

I did try to talk to him at first, but...

- He wasn't talkative. - Ah. OK.

Do you know someone called Pierrot?

Pierrot? You think he did it?

Why? Is it possible?

No, he squats in empty boats

as he has no home. He's harmless.

Even when drunk.

I guess I'll find him in a bar?

In a bar, yes, but which one?

Vannier sent his file. The police know him well.

Pierre Coudret, 25, alias Pierrot. He often starts the day in this bar.

What's in his file?

Theft with violence.

It's Sophie. Camille is sorting her things out

and signing her transfer.

Don't look like that.

You know what?

We'll arrest this guy and go back

to say goodbye. OK?

"Goodbye".

Yes, "goodbye", but it won't be forever!

Come on, smile and let's be positive.

- OK, OK. - OK? Let's go.

So...

- The second table, right? - Yes, that's him.

- OK... - The usual method?

- Oh no... - Yes. Exactly. Go.

Mr Coudret? Pierrot?

Oh no!

Yes, experience saves us the trouble of running!

I did nothing!

Innocent men run when their name's called.

Is that a camera bag?

- It's not yours! - Nor yours!

Let's go!

I did nothing. I didn't kill him.

It wasn't me.

NATIONAL GENDARMERIE

- I'll miss you. - Same here.

I must get to work, because...

A parting gift.

What's that?

- A sheep! - No, it's a unicorn.

Yes, a unicorn!

Yes, it's... Very discreet and refined.

Just what I like!

The port shops don't have much.

Right. And it's useful.

Yes... Unless they send me to the mountains.

There are swimming pools there.

Yes, and it will impress my new brigade.

When you know where,

tell us and we'll come to see you.

- OK. - Yes! Well...

OK. I'll park this, out of the way.

Here.

- Thank you. - I wanted to tell you, Camille...

We'll all miss you a lot, here.

But I'm sure you'll be fine.

And I...

- We'll phone, OK? - Yes, we'll phone.

Oh hell! Come here, you!

- Thanks, Captain. - Thank you.

What can I say? I didn't kill Hervé, we were mates!

Mates? That's good! Let's talk then!

The last complaint about you, a year ago,

was from a mate you attacked

to steal his phone.

And how do you know Hervé's dead?

No one's talked about anything else today!

Why did you fight with him 2 months ago?

I squatted his boat, he didn't like it.

But then he realised I had problems. He gave me jobs.

So you stole his camera?

He asked me to take it for repairs.

I was supposed to return it today, but...

Here's the change, the bill.

You can count it. It's all there.

Call them. I'm not lying.

OK.

People tell us Brianson was a loner. Was he?

He didn't hang out with anyone.

But... I think there was a woman.

Oh? Why do you say that?

I saw him in town with a bunch of flowers.

They weren't for his boat.

And he'd dress up like he was going on a date.

OK. Thanks a lot. Bye now.

That was the camera shop.

Pierrot did take Hervé's camera in 2 days ago.

OK. So our only lead

is Hervé's mysterious woman.

And why would he hide her?

Maybe she didn't want people to know.

Maybe he was seeing a married woman?

That's possible, yes.

The question is, how did he meet her,

if he was avoiding people?

Maybe he already knew her from before he left.

Yes, that makes sense!

Maybe that's why he came back here after 20 years.

Didn't he come back for his exhibition?

Yes, I checked.

It was the first exhibition he'd agreed to do.

Some artists don't like publicity,

they prefer privacy.

Like me. I've been asked many times, but I usually refused.

I don't like being in the limelight.

Hey... Look what I've found.

Let's check.

That smells good.

A bit too strong.

No!

Yes!

Ah...

- Do you see what I see? - Yes.

A fast boat delivering Spanish cigarettes.

OK. Are we thinking the same thing?

Definitely.

Hervé wanted to report the smugglers,

so they silenced him.

You surprise me.

Captain Marchal, do you have anything to report?

Yes! I've learned something important.

Great. Go on.

This is what I needed to be a good photographer.

Professional equipment.

Come on, Marchal.

Maybe we've found the killers.

- Any comment on that? - Nothing.

I don't think it's linked to smuggling.

Why not?

I called a mate at the customs.

He says that's just a few cigarettes.

Not serious enough for murder.

So I abandon my lead

because of your "mate", who knows nothing

about murder? Is that it?

Exactly.

The method's wrong too.

They'd dump the body at sea. Not leave it there.

Maybe they didn't have time.

What then?

They grabbed a harpoon gun by chance,

instead of coming armed? Not likely.

The only way to find the suspects

is to investigate,

and catch them red-handed next time.

Fine. You do that.

And I'll investigate the romance.

The woman, Léa.

It's always the woman.

Why not just give him an order

and make him obey?

That's part of your job as a major.

Good, Sophie.

You've learned things from working for me.

Thanks for the advice. Close the door.

OK...

- Any news? - Yes.

The harpoon cut the aorta.

Death was very fast.

- And? - Yes...

- What's this? - The victim's dinner.

His last meal

consisted of champagne, lobster and truffles.

An odd meal for a man who lived alone on his boat.

More like a fine dining restaurant menu.

And a romantic meal.

We know there's smuggling, as in all ports.

But I need 15 extra men to check it all.

Yes, I have the same problem,

a lack of manpower.

But in a murder case,

I have to stick my nose into everything.

What does "everywhere" mean?

I called the customs.

They said this kind of smuggling

often involves an insider.

- Not here. - I thought not.

I thought not, but I still have to check.

I need a list of all your workers.

I speak for them all.

I could have said the same at one time.

If I refuse to give you the list, you can't act without a warrant.

You're right, I can't!

That's why I'm prepared.

I've already seen the judge.

Here you are... Captain.

- I'll send it this afternoon. - Fine.

Thank you!

So that's it, Camille?

Yes.

I'm really sorry.

No, I'm sorry, Major.

Sorry I disappointed you.

No. You never did that, Camille.

I learned so much from you.

You're a good cop, Camille.

With a great career ahead.

In the worst case,

you have an alternative career!

With that magnificent voice of yours.

Anyway.

Wherever you are,

whoever you're with, if someone bothers you,

imagine me shouting at them,

as nasty as ever...

It won't change things, but...

But at least you'll think of me.

Thank you.

I'll miss you.

Not bad, that!

Wow! Hell, that's good.

Captain?

Oh, that's good.

- Captain... - Yes?

I got Hervé's bank details.

He made payments last week.

Over 7,000 euros in all.

Well!

Who did he give the money to? Let me guess.

A woman!

Hannah Marens. Teaches art in Sète.

Flowers, champagne, lobster, and now money.

But Major Soler has another theory.

Smugglers, yes.

Therefore, maybe Mrs Marens deserves a visit.

"Therefore"? What's the link to smuggling?

Maybe she knows what's going on.

- An art teacher? - Yes.

I think you just want to follow your lead.

My lead? It's our lead, Erwan!

You brought me the info on the money and the woman.

So it's your fault I must see her.

I hope you're right.

If not, you must tell Léa

why you misled me, and if so, I wouldn't like to be you.

You're responsible!

- Mrs Marens? - Yes.

Hello. Captain Marchal.

- Is it about Hervé's murder? - Yes.

You knew him?

He was my husband Pierre's former teacher.

- Is he here? - No.

He died in a car accident,

a long time ago.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Hello.

Hello.

- Ange, my son. - OK.

You stayed in touch with Brianson?

Not really. But he always

asked about my son.

He sent money on his birthdays.

- Why? - He was my godfather.

I never knew my father. Hervé provided for me.

Seen him recently?

Yes. He knew I wanted

to be like him. He got me into a photography school.

OK! So the money was for the school?

Yes. I couldn't afford it. Hervé insisted.

When did you last see him?

A week ago. He came to lunch.

And I helped him set up his exhibition.

I must go, I'll be late.

- Bye. - Bye.

You're a photographer too?

I used to help my husband.

Hervé wanted Ange to learn more than just digital work.

He was right!

Analogue photos have a soul.

That's true.

Wow!

Ange works with his father's equipment.

Yes.

Pierre was Hervé's best pupil.

So he invited him on a working trip

to South America.

They were ready to take risks.

The accident happened there?

Yes, in Brazil.

Hervé had just discovered an Amazon tribe

which had never met outsiders.

The famous photo which won the Pulitzer prize.

Did you eat lobster with truffle last night?

What's this question?

No, Ange and I ate pasta.

Did Hervé bring you flowers last week?

No. A bottle of wine.

Sorry... I don't see what you're getting at.

We think Hervé came back for a woman. Is it possible?

Before he went to Brazil, he was planning to marry.

Who?

No idea.

No! You mustn't make a habit of this!

Sorry, Major, we wanted somewhere quiet.

No one's taking your office.

I got permission for the stakeout.

With all this mess,

I hope you found info on the smugglers.

Yes! The photos were taken on the last two Tuesdays, at dawn.

So the next delivery should be in less than 12 hours.

- Yes. - OK.

I'll ask the customs to help.

And Captain Marchal?

He'll be on the stakeout with us.

I'll see to it.

Don't worry.

Thank you.

Thank you.

OK.

OK. Camille, I wanted to say...

It's good to make a fresh start.

Leaving the bad memories behind...

Yes...

But if, in 2 weeks, 3 months, or even a year,

you want to see me again...

Don't hesitate at all!

Well... It's early, I haven't slept...

And you're on leave too, so...

And... That's it. Talk soon. Take care.

I'd just like to say, discreetly, I need to find a woman.

You're getting married?

Do I know her?

That's a good one!

But you can't say I'm wrong.

Hervé left here 20 years ago,

leaving a woman behind.

No, you're not wrong.

This is the first time we've spent a night together

since we divorced.

But it's a stakeout, not a torrid night in a 4-star hotel!

Listen to that...

The sound of the sea.

This boat business...

- Know what it reminds me of? - No.

The cruise we went on for our 2nd anniversary.

Unforgettable.

Unforgettable...

That's true.

I've never been as seasick in my life.

Remember? I was ill! Really ill!

And didn't you get sunstroke?

- You were ill too! - Yes.

- For 3 days. - Yes.

You had such a headache. I still recall...

Unforgettable, that's right.

It was unforgettable.

I think you're insincere sometimes.

- Sometimes. - Yes.

Things are moving. I've spotted the van.

We'll wait till they're unloading.

OK.

- Shall we go? - OK.

Gendarmerie! Don't move!

Shit!

Keep still! Hands up.

Turn round slowly!

From fishing to smuggling,

that's a real career change, Mr Leduc!

I couldn't find any work.

I was desperate.

How did you get into this gang?

A friend from Barcelona

told me about it.

I had so many debts.

Yes, I know.

You told me that.

Smuggling cigarettes is one thing.

But for murder you might get 20 years.

Why are you sticking that on me?

What's this to do with him?

Look. These photos were taken by Hervé Brianson.

And this hat of yours is strangely similar

to the one in the photos. - What's this?

I didn't know he was watching.

Where were you when he was killed?

I was at home with my wife.

- Some juice? - Only if you squeezed it.

So?

Lots of rain?

No, we're lucky, so far.

Julien's enrolling at uni. I'm waiting for him.

We're going to see a flat. I'm so happy.

You don't miss living with me?

I do, Thomas. I...

But I take it on the chin!

I spent 30 min in the bathroom today.

It was awful, with no one to complain.

Imagine when you're all alone,

in a tent, in Bhutan!

It's not sure I'll go.

I haven't applied yet.

Is Dad there?

He spent the night with Mum.

What?

They were working. Well, I hope so.

Julien also thinks that Mum and Dad are in a grey area.

You mean they weren't working?

No, well, yes, but...

Before, they had a balance.

Work, the kids...

But when we're gone...

Dad won't have excuses to see Mum.

- Coffee? - Oh yes, please!

- It's hot. - Thank you.

I forgot how tiring night stakeouts are.

I'm getting too old for this.

You don't say?

But it's exciting, no?

Yes, if we get results, but this time...

- We didn't fail! - We did.

We stopped a smuggling ring!

But it's nothing to do with Hervé's death.

The gang was in Barcelona that day.

Apart from Laurent Leduc.

Yes, but he has an alibi confirmed by his wife.

- Why are you looking like that? - I'm waiting.

Oh yes! We no longer have a lead.

- Except for yours. - Yes.

The woman abandoned 20 years ago,

who waited for her prince and killed him.

Thanks, that really helps me, yes.

Because I lack self-confidence.

- It's nearly 8am. - So what?

Camille's replacement is coming, and it's much too soon for me.

I feel everyone's annoyed at me, because I couldn't save Camille.

I'm due to give a report...

OK. I get it! Shall I do it for you?

Yes.

We'll do that, then.

Your attention for a minute, please.

This is Lieutenant Zaïdi,

who's joining us today.

Hello! You can call me Inès.

Except uniformed officers, who must call me "lieutenant",

to respect the hierarchy.

Only joking! I'm Inès to everyone.

OK. Well...

I'm from Paris, I graduated

in 2017, and this is my second posting.

That's it.

Finally, if anyone knows a plumber, I need one,

I've got problems in my new flat.

Thank you! Now, to work.

That guy doesn't look pleased to see me.

Erwan Lebellec. Your new partner.

You replace Camille Barbier. See?

Everyone loved her, so...

Erwan needs some time.

Barbier... What Barbier?

She died.

Sorry, I'm joking. No, she was transferred.

As it was a disciplinary matter,

she may not get a nice post. Sorry.

OK. Captain, where do we start?

A search of the home of suspect Laurent Leduc.

Are you going to keep hiding?

I'm not hiding, I'm relaxing with a hot chocolate.

You must be very relaxed!

Do you want to talk?

It's OK, there's nothing to say.

Did you see her with the captain?

She has a name. It's Inès.

It's her first day, she's trying to be friendly.

I know, but it's not easy.

I understand.

But Camille looked for trouble.

It's not your fault.

Come on. There's news.

Fancy interviewing a woman, for a change?

Why? Have you found Hervé's girlfriend?

I followed Marchal's lead back to the wedding.

The bans had been published.

Give me the address, I'll go now.

Easy: The harbour master's office.

- No! - Yes.

Again?

We won't bother you,

Captain Leduc, if you stop lying.

What do you mean?

Your failed marriage to Brianson,

whom you said you barely knew.

OK... Hervé was my first love.

I had such a shock when he left me, so...

I'm not proud of it.

- Why didn't you say? - It was ages ago.

Nothing to do with his murder!

And also because of my husband.

He didn't know about you two?

No,

some wounds are best left alone.

Some never heal, and can lead to murder.

What are you suggesting?

No news of Brianson for 20 years,

then the town hall invites him

to exhibit in your port.

I have an alibi:

I was at home with my husband.

He says the same, but you may

be protecting each other.

Mrs Leduc, please come with us to the station.

Sorry?

What's going on?

The Leducs have been messing you about.

Give me a lift, I'll explain.

Pleased to meet you. I'm Inès.

I know. Same here.

You're Inès, too?

No, pleased to meet you.

Your name's Pleased? How awful, at school!

During our search,

we found these photos in a drawer.

Can you explain?

It started when Hervé came back.

Was the exhibition an excuse to see you again?

At first I didn't know.

When the town hall told me,

I couldn't refuse.

You weren't pleased to see

the man who'd abandoned you.

No. Not really.

I'd made a new life.

So? What happened?

Seeing him was harder than I'd thought.

Especially as he was so charming and attentive.

Like when he brought you flowers?

For example.

How come he gave you these photos incriminating your husband?

From the start, I was clear:

I was happily married.

But you agreed to have a romantic dinner with him.

It was a farewell dinner.

He was going back to South America.

And he pulled out all the stops.

Yes.

He begged me for another chance.

I told him firmly I was very happy

and I loved Laurent.

So he wanted to show you the truth about your husband.

When Isabelle showed me the photos,

I told her the truth about the debts and the smuggling.

I promised to stop.

And a week later, you started again?

I had no choice, they threatened me!

I had to do the last delivery.

And your wife covered for you.

Yes... But we didn't kill Brianson!

Come in!

I've a problem with Laurent Leduc. I think he's telling the truth.

His wife, too.

Both had good reasons to lie to us,

but no reason to kill Hervé Brianson.

Yes. But if they're innocent,

we have no more leads.

Fire at the harbour master's!

Hello.

Hello.

Oh, no...

What happened?

Yachtsmen saw the smoke, and brought fire extinguishers.

- So the worst was avoided. - Any witnesses?

Lunch time... No one saw.

Shit, shit, shit...

The barbecue lighter!

I was thinking, shouldn't they have sprayed it

directly in front of the doors?

What?

I said, they should have sprayed it directly

on the doors of the building. - No. Not at all.

The target wasn't the building.

They targeted the exhibition. And succeeded.

Well, we've found the profile of the culprit:

an arsonist who hates art. - No...

I was only joking. I...

Have you found another clue?

I need you to take the photos that aren't too damaged to the station.

I need to check something.

OK! Not too damaged...

Not too damaged, that's subjective. How do I choose?

I just need to see the bottom of each photo.

OK.

Yes.

No...

Oh dear!

Hello.

Hello!

Can you give me a hand, please?

- Sure. - Thank you.

- OK. - Leave them at reception.

I'll help you to jump the queue.

Thanks, but I work here.

Cool! I'm new today, so I don't know everyone yet.

Inès Zaïdi. Lieutenant.

How do you do? Léa Soler. Major.

OK. So...

I'm sorry, I didn't know...

You couldn't know.

I should've been here, but I had so much to do.

No problem, Major.

- I'll take those. - No, it's fine.

For the seals?

No, for Captain Marchal. He's having an exhibition.

An exhibition?

This way. After you.

Great! Here, thanks.

My office is like a station concourse.

No, it's not...

I found what we needed.

No need to fill my office.

- A report would have done. - Léa, a report...

It has no panache.

- OK. - So... What?

Here.

What do you see here?

Yes, Inès?

Burnt photos by Brianson.

Yes, true.

And undamaged photos.

Yes, yes.

All analogue photos from his early days.

What should we see?

Apart from a retrospective of Brianson's work...

You don't see?

You're too far away! Come on!

Come nearer.

Look more closely.

Well?

Look carefully.

OK, I'll help you! Look.

Here... Here.

Here.

And here.

- At the bottom of each photo... - Nothing.

There's nothing! Good!

Is it a problem if the photos are perfect?

No, it's... There are...

On this world-famous photo...

On that one, I can see

a scratch.

Because the camera body was worn. Do you know...

- No, as... - I see.

OK. So?

So that means

this photo, which won the Pulitzer 20 years ago,

was not taken with Hervé Brianson's camera.

- What are you doing? - Wait a sec.

Scratches...

Scratches...

Scratches...

Scratches.

Excuse me.

- John. - Captain?

Take these and seal them up, please.

And this too.

Why are you doing this?

We have proof the Pulitzer-winning photo

was taken by your husband. I guess you knew that already.

I killed Hervé Brianson.

Sorry?

Two days ago, on his boat, with a harpoon gun.

That night,

I went to ask him for an explanation.

You need to tell me more.

An explanation for what?

He won the Pulitzer prize with my husband's photo.

He profited from Pierre's death.

OK.

And Brianson admitted it,

just like that? - Yes.

I threatened to tell the media.

Then he got angry.

He became violent and tried to hit me.

So you merely defended yourself?

Yes, there was a harpoon gun.

I threatened him with it.

I didn't mean to kill him, it just went off.

The gun was loaded?

Yes...

Yes, I guess so...

I don't want your guesses,

I want your memories.

A harpoon gun is like a crossbow.

You must load it first.

Did you or didn't you do that?

Yes...

Yes, I think so, yes.

I was scared, I can't really remember.

I just want to sign my statement.

Mrs Marens, one last question.

Why did you set fire to the exhibition?

So we all agree

Hannah Marens is talking nonsense?

So there's only one possibility left.

Go gently, OK? We need a confession.

Where is my mother? I heard you took her away.

She confessed and signed her statement, it's done.

- That's crazy! - Not really, no.

I'll tell you something: I have two kids.

If my kid did something awful,

I'd take the blame myself.

It's in the genes.

Why say that?

Ange...

You saw the scratch on your father's old photo.

It's obvious to any photographer.

Then when you set up the exhibition,

you had the original Pulitzer photo in your hands.

You saw the same scratch. And you knew.

You knew it was your father who should be famous.

Even if, and especially as, he was dead.

Brianson couldn't go on lying.

I asked him to admit it,

to say it was my father's.

The bastard said my father was dead and it wouldn't bring him back.

With his money, he said...

He'd paid me back.

He'd bought my affection, he wanted to buy my silence.

Erwan? Do you have a moment?

Yes. Why? What's up?

Well... I know I'm not Camille.

But if you want to talk about her

or anything else, I'm here.

Thanks, I'll be fine.

You're my partner. I'm here for you.

So we're partners? Is that official?

Yes. I saw Soler, Marchal, and all...

It's like a family, here.

Well, I'm the teenager who won't talk then. Got it?

Even if I buy you a hot chocolate?

I hear it relaxes you.

I'm a Breton, but you're stubborn.

Coming?

- Goodbye. - Bye.

Colonel.

Your transfer request, Major. You just have to sign.

What? I know nothing about this.

After your defence of Barbier, did you think you could stay here?

You're strong. You must take responsibility.

"Responsibility"?

Yes, you're right. Let's take responsibility.

Excuse me, please!

We'll take responsibility.

I guess you've all heard the rumour?

The colonel thinks I have no place here.

- Major, please... - Go ahead!

Tell them you never accepted me,

as I was imposed on you.

Ridiculous. Let's go to your office.

You never gave me a chance.

You judged me before I even got here.

You talk of responsibility, it's good.

Ask for my transfer. But I won't sign the letter.

- What was all that? - That's the family.

Welcome.

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