Original subtitles

JUDITH'S WORDS

Oops...

- Surprise! - Hi!

Sorry, I travelled overnight,

in a car share.

- That's fine. - What's up?

Nothing.

I'm happy to see you.

Mum!

- We woke you. - I heard noise...

Yes.

Alice, this is Grégory.

Grégory, this is Alice.

- Hello. - Hello, Grégory.

I'll put a t-shirt on.

You're early.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier.

That's the phone.

OK.

Yes, Erwan?

I'll be right there.

I'll see you.

Some things never change.

I'll leave you to get acquainted.

Yes.

You're beautiful. Did something change?

- I love you. - Me too.

Do you want some breakfast?

I do good pancakes.

- Alice? - Yes?

Try Greg's pancakes.

He does herbal teas,

tofu flans, with courgette flowers. They're really...

In that case...

The body's by the pool.

Thanks, Thierry.

Hello, Karim.

- Hello, Major. - Erwan.

What's going on?

She was wearing a work badge.

She was found this morning.

Judith Collet, Pyrociel.

So the fireworks I heard last night were from here.

Yes, for the opening of the Museum of Follies,

right here.

- Follies... - Yes,

they were buildings, under the Ancien Régime,

like the Château d'Engarran.

I know architecture,

like you know boats.

Each to his own.

Not just the Ancien Régime.

Was she hit by a rocket?

Yes, we found one

by the pyrotechnics.

We're not sure if it was an accident.

OK.

The rocket went off, it hit the victim,

and rebounded there.

Why not?

Look at that sleeve.

It's torn, but she has an abdominal wound.

Could there have been a fight?

No one reported her missing.

Her husband went back to Lyon.

Without his wife?

Judith was to join him

after packing up this morning.

I suppose Marchel is searching the area.

He went into the woods and has not been seen since.

Who are those people?

Agathe Rénier, the château's conservator,

and Xavier Ortega, who manages the grounds.

Shall I go?

No, I'll go, it's OK.

- You do the technicians. - OK.

Thanks.

So?

I didn't find anything. What about you?

We have her phone.

And we found this.

- What is it? - Glass.

It was by the body.

What glass?

We don't know,

but there's powder too.

Like rocket powder?

Yes, the lab will confirm that.

And there are footprints,

to the crime scene, but nothing useable.

OK, the murderer comes in,

and then goes through the woods and melts into the crowd.

It could be anyone.

I'll go, before I have to question them all.

- I wouldn't ask. - No.

By the way, how was your talk with the colonel?

Should I get ready to call you Major?

I don't know if I'm cut out for it.

You wouldn't be out in the woods,

ferreting around.

I'm not a wild boar, Erwan.

- No. - No.

- I'll get going. - OK.

I'll get ferreting.

- Bye. - Yes.

Mrs Rénier, Mr Ortega, hello.

- Major Soler, police. - Hello.

Had you known Judith Collet long?

No, I only arrived a month ago,

to oversee the end of the work.

We talked a bit, but I don't know much about her.

Have you been here long?

Five years.

I saw Judith a lot after Pyrociel got the contract,

about a year ago.

This show took a lot work.

It was a special event for Judith.

It meant a lot.

Do you know why?

She grew up here, before her father died.

They lived in one of the wings.

So what were the fireworks?

- A sort of tribute? - Yes.

To her father.

He did fireworks, as an amateur.

Judith talked a lot about him.

Did you notice anything about Judith, recently?

Things got tense with Mr Balard, yesterday morning.

Mr Balard?

The head of Pyrociel.

He gave her a huge dressing down.

She left in tears.

She didn't set off the fireworks.

Balard did.

OK, thanks.

Good luck.

Hey, Léa!

I got a text from Alice. Is she back?

You could try starting with "hello".

OK, sorry.

- Hello, Léa. - Hi, Paul.

So, what about my daughter?

Our daughter.

It's been ages.

I've missed this.

She's back and she'll call me tonight.

So it happened.

She met Grégory.

How was it?

That's why you seem so weird.

I seem totally normal, Paul.

You're imagining it. It went fine.

Can we get on and investigate?

OK, I've got a lead.

Really?

Mr Balard.

It's no fun if you already know.

No, I don't know that much. Go ahead.

Well, the guys taking things down

told me Balard has been reported five times

for verbal harassment and threats.

- Charming. - Yes.

Anything about yesterday?

Yes.

He thought the choice of explosives

was a public hazard.

He blamed the woman in charge.

So he fired her and set off the fireworks himself.

The display meant a lot to her.

She was angry and things got out of hand.

OK, good.

Put Inès on it. I'll do the prosecutor.

OK.

And I...

Well, Mr Marchal,

if you want to be a major, show some initiative.

- See you later, Major. - Yes.

No, seriously?

She's being serious.

Something's not right.

If Balard did the fireworks,

he can't have been somewhere else, killing Judith.

But Pyrociel has a remote system,

from a tablet.

You can use it anywhere.

OK, and what about these explosives?

The ones Judith chose were too powerful.

That's all we know.

Given the safety rules

that was a big mistake.

Balard would say so.

Ask him. I'll do Judith's office.

- OK. - Hello.

Judith messed up, big time,

but I wouldn't kill her over it.

I don't know what happened,

after our argument.

Where did you trigger the show?

In the courtyard, in the crowd.

You can check.

Don't worry, Mr Balard, we will.

- Hello. - Hello.

Was this Judith Collet's office?

I'm with the Gendarmes.

Did you work with Judith?

Elodie Gastien, research and development manager.

We both worked in here.

For long?

10 years.

Judith was great and she loved her job.

Did she have any personal problems?

No, she loved her daughter and her husband.

They were her life.

Did Judith often make mistakes?

No, she was always professional and reliable.

It was odd, but I couldn't let it pass.

People's lives were at risk.

How did she react when you took over the show?

Badly, for sure.

The problem was that she wouldn't admit her error.

And no one else could have made the mistake,

with the explosives?

OK?

Give me that 200, please.

Judith brought 200mm cartridges,

instead of 125mm.

Ah, OK.

Could they have been tampered with?

No, everything's very secure.

The warehouse here

is under video surveillance, 24/7.

You need a badge to get in.

Could anyone have meddled, behind her back?

She was very careful.

She packed her rockets in secure cases

and loaded them herself.

- With no delay? - Yes.

They were never unattended.

Even I can't see how you could mix these up.

Those were Judith's pyrotechnics.

She designed them on paper

and I did the powder and colours, to make the rockets.

We made a great team.

Hello, sorry to butt in.

You are?

Elodie Gastien.

OK, I'm Lieutenant Zaïdi.

I have a question.

Do you know

about Judith's mistake?

Yes, of course.

No one understands how it could have happened.

She must have been distracted.

OK, thanks.

Pyrociel keeps everything in careful order.

So someone switched the explosives,

to frame her?

Her death wasn't a coincidence.

There's a link.

Definitely,

but we've got no lead.

Imagine she found out who did it.

- Are you imagining? - Yes.

She was mad about missing out,

threatened to expose him, and he killed her.

That's a bit simplistic and we've got no proof.

My instinct.

You're doing your Major Soler.

- Me? No. - You're acting the boss.

- You are, a bit. - OK.

Seriously, we have nothing else on Judith.

She had a normal, loving family,

no personal problems.

We managed to get into her mobile phone.

This message was left by Maxime Collet, her husband.

I can't go on.

You're seeing someone. Who is it?

I need to know.

Where were you at the time of the murder?

Out in the car park.

I hate crowds,

but my being there meant a lot to Judith.

Were you alone?

We heard you say that she was cheating.

Yes, I regretted that.

Why?

Because I had no proof.

She had changed recently.

In what way?

Her clothes were more feminine. She would sing.

She was confident.

Like a woman in love.

I knew Judith was hiding something,

so I left that message.

And how did she react?

She asked me to trust her.

She said she'd explain.

Did that reassure you?

I loved her.

I wanted to trust her.

Colonel?

You asked to see me.

We're on the case.

Yes.

What was that email about?

Don't you want to be a major?

It's not that. I'm not sure it's the right time.

If not now, then when?

I like it here, with my colleagues and family.

Your colleagues and children will move on.

I love the region.

Paul, you're the right age.

You'll miss out.

I know, but...

But?

I've been living like this for 20 years now.

I'm honoured that you would mentor me,

very honoured, I really am...

But my only ambition is to keep living like this.

I'm impressed, Paul.

I really am.

Dubious, but impressed.

It takes strength to know what you want.

And what you don't.

Nadine, have you seen Mauriac?

No, I haven't.

She's disappeared.

- Marchal? - What?

- Have you seen Mauriac? - No.

Léa, Léa, Léa!

Do you want a coffee? I've got two.

Why is that?

Because the machine messed up.

- Thanks. - Sure.

I had a great chat with your dad.

Again? No way.

You're always with him.

You never got on when we were married.

Nonsense.

We always got along fine.

And where are you at with the investigation?

No ideas. You?

Could it be the husband?

He has a motive and no alibi.

We need to find out if his wife was having an affair.

I'd like to check something, with Inès.

And you're asking me?

No, no, steady on.

I'm just telling you.

- You scared me, Paul. - Léa, just a second.

I was thinking about your father's idea,

to be a major.

And?

It sounds good.

Captain Marchal sounds good.

Major Marchal sounds...

Do majors ferret?

They don't.

I like ferreting.

And you're right. I don't do order and authority.

I like our hierarchy.

- The one you respect so much. - Right.

It's right here.

I said as much.

Thanks.

Sure.

I'll search Judith's house.

I found nothing on her.

Her only movements are from home to work.

She couldn't have had a lover.

What's this list?

Judith's movements, from her travel pass?

It's depressing.

Hang on...

Where did she go these evenings?

Her colleagues and husband

said that was when she went to the gym.

You don't know Montpellier.

There's no gym after that tram stop.

Are you sure?

My daughter's nanny lives there.

What's there?

Mostly factories and offices.

Judith Collet wouldn't have a lover there.

Oh, I disagree.

A bit of adventure is exciting.

It adds spice.

- Don't you think? - Yes.

Yes, but I have to go. They're expecting me.

- Sorry. - Sorry.

See you later.

OK, you'll have to lead the way.

"Captain Marchal." Rock 'n' roll, like never before.

So to speak.

That's right.

So, what's the plan?

The husband's statement

contains an important detail.

You're working on instinct.

- I love it. - Right.

Go on, tell me.

Judith spent 10 years at Pyrociel.

She started as a trainee

and climbed the rungs.

Balard offered her a great promotion,

to be artistic director.

But she didn't take it.

Exactly, she refused,

but she asked Balard for a year to think.

Really? Why was that?

Her husband doesn't know,

but Balard must.

I knew it. I knew I could trust you.

Yes, let's put it like that.

It's a strange fashion.

What fashion?

Refusing promotions.

People don't have much ambition these days.

I... Is there a hidden message there?

No.

Ah, OK.

It's not hidden.

What?

Judith wasn't ready to be artistic director.

She wanted a year, to prepare for it.

Were you sure?

Totally, she'd been doing the work for years.

So her refusal just didn't make sense,

so to speak.

But I didn't want to lose her, so I left it.

We carried on as before.

That offer was almost a year ago.

Was she going to say yes?

Yes, she was due to tell me this month.

What is this about?

Who made the switch, to frame Judith?

You're stubborn.

- Very. - Very.

Follow me.

That's the only way into the storeroom.

Eight digits.

Judith never gave it out.

There are over 100 million combinations.

We watched the CCTV footage.

Only company members entered the building,

so if Judith didn't mix things up,

someone else at Pyrociel did.

You know what to do.

The prints on the buttons.

- Hi. - Hi, Léa.

What's up?

I haven't done the autopsy,

but the pictures look nasty.

Her liver was smashed. She died instantly.

So, she was leaning over the rocket when it went off?

That's right.

Tell me when you're done.

Yes.

I don't know if it's relevant,

but I wanted to show you this.

Look at her last index joint.

What's that?

It's the writer's bump.

Don't you get that from intensive writing?

Yes, but I've never seen one so big,

especially nowadays.

That's funny.

She drew for work, but no intensive writing.

To develop a bump like that,

she was writing for hours a day.

OK, send me the autopsy report.

- Sure. - Writer's bump.

Thanks. Have a nice day.

Sabine, what did you find

in the industrial zone,

where the victim went?

I've started making some calls, but there are 50 companies there.

- No hotels. - None.

I think the husband

was on the wrong track.

And an industrial zone isn't really very...

romantic.

Look what I found

at the victim's house.

Sentences and words,

marked out,

like when my children learned to read and write.

And the photos?

That's Pyrociel's stock.

What are those symbols on the shelves?

A system for finding things, quickly.

Like at primary school.

Can I see the businesses?

Thanks.

There it is. There's a literacy organization.

That's where Judith was going.

The annotated books, the signs on the shelves,

the writer's bump...

Judith Collet was learning to read and write.

Could you check? Thanks, Erwan.

She wasn't cheating.

She was just learning to read and write.

I'm such a fool.

Why didn't you tell us Judith was illiterate?

Do you think it's easy to discuss?

Judith loved surprises.

That's why she didn't tell me.

And I didn't notice.

You couldn't have known.

On Judith's index finger, our coroner found

what is called a writer's bump,

which means

she spent hours writing, but we have no confirmation.

I don't know. We didn't see each other much.

She was working hard.

Did anyone know she was illiterate?

Yes, her colleague Elodie.

I did the paperwork here,

but to place orders at work,

my wife needed someone that she could trust.

Of course.

What's going on?

We're taking all this in.

Why did Captain Mauriac send me, if you're here?

She can't have known.

I'm on Team Marchal today.

Or as I solved the mystery of the explosives swap,

let's say he's on my team.

If that's your team spirit, I'd rather not.

The explosives mystery?

We worked it out from the fingerprints.

I did.

OK, can you tell me what's going on?

Judith and Balard

weren't the only ones to leave prints.

Elodie Gastien made the switch.

And set Judith Collet up.

Ah, OK.

Can you help?

Yes, Erwan?

I checked on Elodie Gastien.

She has a spotless record as a scientist.

She climbed the ranks, like Judith.

And now she runs Pyrociel's research.

But she liked getting out.

Look at all that extra training.

Ah, yes.

She trained to use fireworks

and did a module in artistic pyrotechnics.

Why didn't her boss say?

She funded it herself.

Balard didn't know?

- No. - So, Elodie Gastien

had her eye on the victim's job.

And for 10 years, she was a good friend,

covering up Judith's illiteracy.

Elodie had the qualifications,

but Mr Balard offered the job to Judith.

And she had just learned to read.

Hence the switch,

to get Judith fired for gross misconduct.

But she was only sanctioned,

so Elodie came up with a more radical way

to get rid of her.

That works.

This was in Elodie's drawer.

Firework sketches,

by Judith Collet.

I love that.

That's really nice.

Can we see or not?

- Yes. - Ah, yes.

Stop this, Mrs Gastien.

It's getting tiring!

Ten designs, at the ready.

Did you decide to steal this

before or after?

No, no, I didn't do anything.

Judith gave me them.

Let's hear it.

Explain.

OK.

I made a huge mistake,

but it was so unfair

for her to get a job that I was better qualified for.

You hoped that Judith wouldn't learn so fast,

but she worked hard

and made progress.

In a year, I saw her change

and gain confidence.

I was sure she'd take the job, after the château show.

Hence the switch.

When Balard stopped her

from doing that show,

I felt bad.

Yes, but not bad enough to tell the truth to Balard.

I wanted to, but I called to tell Judith first.

That was yesterday afternoon.

She said there was no point mentioning it.

Why not?

The same reason as the sketches.

The job wasn't for her.

We'll check, you know?

Yes.

Why would Judith have made

all those efforts,

just to turn down the promotion?

Judith promised to tell Elodie today.

- What's that? - Judith's writing for the year.

She hid it in the lab.

Did you find anything?

No yet, but it's worth looking.

After 40 years of illiteracy, she wrote about her life.

A night's work.

That's the best time for reading,

among other things.

I got an email.

Elodie was right.

Judith was refusing the job to have more free time.

To do what?

To volunteer and help with illiteracy.

She wanted to share

her experience.

- Oh, damn. - Yes.

Yes, all these helpful people!

If Judith had been

headhunted by a competitor,

it would be

a better lead.

I'll keep looking, through the night too.

Keep it up, kids. I'm off.

I'll send some pizzas.

Thanks, Captain.

What's the plan?

I'm going for a run with Marchal, before work.

Don't catch his indifference

to getting ahead.

I understand him.

I like my job.

- I'm not moving. - Amazing.

We weren't at the front of the queue

for the alpha males.

But that's good for us.

- Chin up. - True. Have a nice evening.

- Hi, Grégory. - Hi.

Alice, you should listen to more classical music.

It helps your dopamine and sleep.

It's relaxing.

OK.

On that subject, I'm going to my bedroom,

to chat to my boyfriend.

And I'm doing half an hour's meditation.

If you want to join me, it's...

Meditation helps you to connect with other people.

I'm going to connect to my boyfriend.

No way.

Yes, see you later.

- OK? - Good. You?

Yes, I spoke to Alice.

I don't think she likes Grégory.

Really? What's going on?

Nothing, it's just Grégory.

He eats seeds, meditates,

thanks the universe and is in bed by 10pm.

But you get on well with him, right?

You know me. If Mum's happy, I'm happy.

Yes.

But Alice wants to live with you.

Really?

Thanking the universe is OK,

but hands off her music and dopamine.

Her what? Her dopamine?

Yes, I...

OK, ready?

Let's run.

Hang on a second.

Alice can't stand one day with Grégory?

What can you do?

And she really said she wants to live with me?

Yes.

Here I am. Sorry I'm late.

OK, Thomas?

So, the Botanical Gardens?

Let's change.

We don't always have to run like huskies.

We could go for a coffee, outside.

Let's enjoy the weather.

But I'm in shorts.

No, Captain.

I want to run.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

We can still have a coffee.

What else about Grégory?

Hi, do I have any post?

Yes, Major.

- Thanks. - Léa!

No, say hello, Paul.

Hello, Paul. I spoke to Alice.

What a surprise.

Did she ask to move in with you?

Yes, exactly, do you know why she...

No, not at all.

Things are tough,

with her studies, Julien's away, she's worried about the future,

her mum's with a new man. All that.

Right - all that.

It'd be difficult with anyone.

It's not necessarily Grégory.

Anything else?

I know you.

That guy's a surprise.

Stop there, Paul.

Greg's a man, not a guy.

Wow! Is it that bad?

He's solid, reliable,

and very well-grounded.

You need levity, dreams,

someone funny and spontaneous.

But I've got nothing against dopamine.

- Dopamine? - Yes.

Are you happy?

- Yes. - She is.

- That's the main thing. - Yes, thanks.

And the case?

Ah, yes, that too.

The lab called,

about the broken glass next to Judith Collet's body.

- Yes. - Do you know what it is?

Spectacle lenses.

Non-corrective lenses.

- I see. - Neutral.

Judith Collet didn't wear glasses.

Maybe they were the murderer's.

I'm off.

Where to?

To the château.

- I need to check something. - OK.

- Hello, Inès. - Hello, Captain

How was your night with Judith's notebooks?

I may have found a link,

between the victim's murder and her illiteracy.

Judith's childhood, at the château.

What is it?

A happy childhood.

Until she was 6 and her mother died.

Everything changed.

She dropped out at school,

his father married an awful stepmother.

"Whenever I needed my father,

"she blocked me.

"Foloche was depriving me

"of the only parent I had."

Eidetic memory.

I remember everything I see.

That's great.

You remember everything and I can't hear.

What a pair.

So, Folcoche, like the nasty woman,

in Hervé Bazin's Viper in the Fist.

That's a bit violent.

That's why Judith left school early.

She never forgave her.

Illiteracy has complex causes,

but if a child isn't happy at home...

Who was the stepmother?

It doesn't say,

but I have the good news of the day.

Our victim, Judith, was setting up a blog,

to describe her experience.

Was she going to put Folcoche's real name online?

Yes, but unfortunately, she didn't have time.

Naming and shaming.

That would be devastating, on social media.

She'd get virtually lynched -

threats, insults...

Her life would be ruined.

Keeping Judith quiet would be a good motive for murder.

- Thanks, Inès. - Thanks.

Well done.

Judith told me about her stepmother,

but not her name.

She'd put it all behind her.

Maybe, but if she needed to write about it,

it was unresolved.

No, that was all over.

She even went into the attic, a month ago,

to find out about the fireworks her father used.

She'd been working on that for a year

and didn't check that out earlier?

Can we see it?

Sure.

Great, thanks.

I'll let you finish.

Excuse me. Excuse me!

Sorry, I scared you.

- Capitain Marchal, Gendarmes. - Hello.

Can I see your glasses, please?

- Yes. - Great, thanks.

No, they're not corrective.

No, my eyesight's fine.

I see.

That's not glass.

Not for eye protection.

I hope you don't do much gardening!

It's always unbreakable plastic.

- OK, thanks. - Thanks.

I know you can't talk about it,

but are you making any progress finding Judith's killer?

We're still looking.

Do you know how many people

wear glasses here?

About 10.

- Maybe 15. - OK.

Could you note their names for me?

Could you write? It's hard,

with gloves.

I understand, go ahead.

So, Georges Suysensky.

I won't spell that for you.

I'll just write down the first names.

Judith made a photo album.

These are her primary-school reports.

The year her mum died, she had problems concentrating.

Two years later, she totally disconnected.

That must be her parents,

when she was still happy.

That's interesting.

The missing part must be the stepmother.

Poor Judith.

She was totally traumatized.

She was reliving her past,

but it opened up those wounds.

Shit.

Show me.

Look at that.

It's been years, but I recognize that face.

Yes.

The tyrant stepmother.

It's Agathe Rénier, the château conservator.

OK, thanks a lot, Mr Ortega.

No problem.

Yes, Inès?

Agathe Rénier is here.

What is it?

It all fits.

Renier left the region

after 30 years, but was transferred back

to the château.

As Judith Collet was preparing

the fireworks for the opening,

by chance... - Agathe Renier came along,

the stepmother of her worst nightmares.

OK, I'll call Marchal.

It's done. He's been alerted.

I mean, I've already called him.

Great.

Friends, colleagues...

I want to thank you all.

Montpellier's Museum of Follies

is opening thanks to you

and thanks to Mr Verbier, the mayor,

Mrs Lecoeur, regional cultural-affairs director,

and Mr Durand,

Montpellier's director

of culture and heritage.

And we fondly remember the woman

that provided such a memorable spectacle.

Those fireworks marked a new beginning

and a new era for the Château de Lengarran.

To Judith.

- To Judith. - Thanks.

What a performance.

Now, please, enjoy.

Sorry.

Hello, Mrs Rénier. Captain Marchal...

The Gendarmes.

Could you come with me, please?

Why did you lie about Judith?

I was the ideal suspect

and I'm not proud of those times.

That's understandable.

Mistreating a child is shameful.

I didn't measure up,

but I wasn't a monster to Judith.

She says otherwise.

I'm sure she didn't make up her life story.

I was 18 when I fell in love.

I was a child.

I didn't realize the support that she needed.

Or the love she was crying out for.

I've always felt bad about that.

And the screaming and humiliation,

over her bad work?

That's called mental bullying

and it was nothing to do with your age at the time.

It's your fault she was illiterate.

She was a vulnerable child and you traumatized her.

You ruined her life.

Judith wanted everyone

to know who you really are,

so she was going to name you on her future blog.

Yes, just before she died the bitch tried to blackmail me.

I had to stand down or she'd name me, online.

She'd ruin me.

Your image, career and reputation...

life would have become much more complicated.

At least it's over.

No one can threaten you now.

Judith was threatening the worst, by going public,

but I'd never kill her!

Never!

Renier won't confess and we have no proof.

No, she didn't do it.

Sorry?

She wears corrective lenses.

OK, she's short-sighted,

so we don't prosecute? Please, Paul.

Read the last page that Judith Collet wrote

a few days ago.

She wanted to help the illiterate. So?

No, read the last sentence.

"Now I've found someone

"who needs me. It's my duty to help."

Who could that be?

A man that doesn't need corrective glasses.

Mr Ortega?

This is from Agathe Renier.

She asked us to give this to you.

You were close, at the drinks, earlier.

Maybe it's a love letter.

Won't you read it?

Mr Ortega forgot his glasses.

No, that's the excuse he normally uses.

Hence the fake specs.

And that was to conceal

his illiteracy.

But he said he can see fine,

so now he can't use

his classic excuse.

That makes me think

the glass by Judith's body came from him.

I didn't suspect he'd run.

- I'll go. - Yes, sure.

You might hurt yourself and it's a bad idea anyway.

I didn't mean to.

I swear I didn't.

All the more reason to talk.

Look at me, Mr Ortega.

I'm stepping toward you. Look.

Look.

Give me your hand.

We'll talk about it, together.

There we go.

I didn't mean to.

I swear I didn't meant to.

You and Judith actually had a lot in common.

You had become close.

Can you confirm

she was teaching you to read and write?

Yes.

She gave me confidence.

But it was hard.

Did you know about her blog?

That morning, I found Agathe in tears.

She said Judith was going to smear her.

She'd have to leave

and go far away.

Her career was over.

She was in a state.

So on the evening of the opening, you went to Judith,

to persuade her not to do that.

She wanted to sit separately,

for the fireworks.

She had always told me

to pursue my dreams,

that nothing was impossible.

My dream

was to tell Agathe how I felt about her

and maybe have a relationship.

But Judith couldn't accept it,

that you

could fall for that woman,

who had ruined her childhood.

Judith tried to convince you Agathe wasn't for you.

She told me that Agathe had made fun of her spelling mistakes.

She had humiliated her again,

like when she was child.

She said she didn't care about me,

that she'd never want someone who couldn't read or write.

You defended Agathe and things went sour.

No, no.

Judith wanted to take me to Agathe, so I could hear what she thought

about illiterate people.

I didn't mean to. I swear I didn't.

I pushed her and...

She fell on the explosives, just as the rocket went off.

I didn't mean to.

There's nothing in there.

Are you sure this is OK?

No, it bothers me, but...

I'm kidding. I'm really happy.

Of course I'm happy.

I bought my place for you and Thomas.

My home is your home.

Thanks, Dad.

It's not because of Grégory.

I know, don't worry.

What a tiny case.

Typical!

Not that bag, it's Mum's.

Ah, OK.

Just the box.

Shit.

Oh my God.

Are you OK?

No way.

No way.

Subtitles: ECLAIR V&A