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Sir!

Sir! Sir!

Poisoned...

Marchal.

What are you doing?

Marchal!

Sir? Sir? Can you hear me?

Squeeze my hand if you can. Quick, he's passed out.

WHITE GOLD

You've looking so pale, darling.

Are you sure you're OK?

Grégory left lots of herbal tea. Let's have one.

We could try the rooibos.

- Shall I make it? - No, I'm OK, Mum.

You're always so chatty in the mornings.

Grégory didn't seem to mind.

He was always so good to you.

But you know what's best.

Thanks, Mum.

One thing's for sure,

we're both free now. We're singletons.

We can do stuff together.

Oh no, not in the morning.

Yes, Erwan?

OK, I'm on my way.

Sorry, Mum, it's work.

Just like Dad.

There's a new Bikram yoga class.

We could go.

We'll discuss it. I need to take a shower.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Hello, Major. - Hello, Erwan.

What's up?

This is the victim: Xavier Martel.

It seems he was poisoned.

Poisoned? Why do you say that? Are there any signs? Or witnesses?

It's unusual.

I agree. Those trousers are unusual.

The victim was attended to by Thomas.

My son Thomas?

I'm going... I'll be over there.

Thanks, Anthony.

No one was here. We didn't see anything.

OK. And what happened with Thomas?

We thought it was a drunk guy,

so I sent your son in first,

to encourage him. - Damn.

Yes, I had no idea.

Don't worry. I'm here for him.

Yes.

- He'll be OK. - Yes.

Are you OK?

You know...

Death is never easy to face. I know that.

What happened?

He just said "poisoned".

That's all I know.

Tom, Tom, this wasn't your fault.

You did all you could, OK?

That's not the point.

I couldn't have helped, even if it was possible.

I froze.

My mind just went blank.

You were right.

I'm not cut out for this.

But I don't know what I can do.

Leave him, leave him.

What's he doing here? He shouldn't be in the field.

It's crazy, sending a kid out.

OK, I have work to do.

Hello.

Hello.

Thomas: Are you OK?

- Hi, Major. - Hi, Inès.

Xavier Martel. 45. Married. One daughter, 17.

He runs the Domaine du Clos vineyard.

A restaurateur was suing him

over some undelivered wine that he had paid for.

We're checking his phone, email and accounts.

OK, great, thanks Inès.

- Thanks, Inès. - Sure.

We married 25 years ago.

Xavier and I were school friends.

I introduced him to my sister.

We were close.

Mrs Martel, could a competitor have a grudge against your husband?

Definitely not.

We know one another as colleagues, not competitors.

Did he have any problems?

No.

We were under a bit of financial pressure,

as many people are.

They invested a lot in biodynamics.

"They"? Don't you work here?

No, I live in an annexe, out on the estate.

I sell swimming pools.

OK.

Did you know, a restaurateur had pressed charges,

over some undelivered wine?

I'd blame the shipper.

We're always very careful.

Mrs Martel, when did you last see your husband?

This morning.

Early.

He was going to the doctor's.

He was sick all night.

Could he have run into anyone on the estate?

Maybe Axelle Tran, the storage manager.

Mum?

What's going on?

Hello, Erwan. I spoke to that restaurateur.

Several of his colleagues had similar problems with deliveries.

His wife can't have known.

- Right. - Thanks, Captain.

Sure.

Hello.

Hello.

Axelle Tran? Lieutenant Le Bellec, National Gendarmes.

Are you here for Mr Martel?

Yes.

What a tragedy.

How did you get on with your boss?

He was a nice guy.

Very straight.

Did you know he was being sued for non-delivery?

No.

- But I may know why. - Go ahead.

The wine in the barrels here didn't match the official tally.

It was about 100 litres down.

That's a lot for a place like this.

Someone stole your wine?

Did Mr Martel know about that?

Yes, he wanted me to keep it to myself.

He said he'd deal with it himself.

- Is that White Gold? - Yes.

That's last year's.

A natural white wine, from outstanding land.

It's Xavier's best.

- Do you want to taste it? - Yes.

Julie, sorry, but I need to ask some questions, OK?

Did you see your dad earlier?

No.

At the restaurant yesterday.

The restaurant?

He got me a work placement.

So you work in restaurants?

No.

Not really.

I didn't get in at the Bordeaux sommelier school.

So I was learning about restaurants, with a tyrant chef.

The great Marco Vasseur.

I see.

I know this is hard,

but couldn't your dad find something with a nicer boss?

They were old friends.

And...

could I come in to see your boss?

OK.

Darling.

They weren't just under financial pressure.

They were almost broke.

Due to the biodynamics?

Not at all.

Though biodynamics is a load of old rubbish.

Wine is wine. It's wine, right?

The problems started a year later.

So it was about the wine theft.

If Xavier Martel found out who took it...

He may have confronted him and things went wrong.

- But it was poisoning. - Nothing violent or bloody.

I hear you had words with Mr Martel, yesterday.

If you like.

Oh my word!

That's good. It needs salt, but...

What did you argue about?

I told him his kid wasn't up to it.

I'm a beginner, not your second-in-command.

My sauce didn't match the saffron aromas

of your special wine?

What wine is that?

That's Mr Marco's mysterious wine.

He won't tell a soul.

Saffron, lime. It's Martel's White Gold.

OK.

So, if I've got this right, you do, what,

40 covers a day?

At one glass per cover, that makes...

- Six bottles... - Six a day.

They allot 18 a year. So where did you get it?

Yes, where?

Erwan, the cuffs, please.

Let's go.

May I?

Did you know it was your dad's wine?

Yes.

I recognized it, as soon as I tasted it.

I helped blend the wine on the estate.

And I have a great palate.

And you told your dad that his "friend"

was serving huge amounts of White Gold.

Hence their argument.

You're good, Julie. Really good.

I don't know why they didn't take you on.

Many are called, few are chosen.

Whatever, we're in trouble now.

I'll stay at the estate

and carry on my father's work.

You know the estate well.

Witnesses often saw you with Mr Martel.

So? He was a friend.

That made it easy to siphon his wine.

But he found out.

No, I'm not a thief.

Then how did you get it?

He sold it to me.

Who? Martel?

He needed 8,000 euros in cash, urgently.

A hundred litres, under half price.

I wouldn't say no.

So Mr Martel was stealing from himself?

We argued because he wanted more money.

He needed money again.

Erwan says Marco's above board.

That explains the non-deliveries.

Martel had sold all the pre-allocated wine,

on the side.

But I don't think money was the motive.

Oh? Why is that?

It was a poisoning.

So?

That's emotional.

Or financial. There was a lot of money at stake.

You never stop.

No, never, and on that subject,

let's discuss this morning's incident.

What incident?

You said the fire-brigade chief was a friend.

A friend? No, he's just a buddy.

I know him.

And he promised Thomas would stay at the station,

during his training.

Yes, he did, but he gave him a bit of responsibility.

Paul, tell me if you were involved.

- Me? - Yes.

No, what makes you think that?

I know when you're lying.

OK, I asked them to take him out.

No, wait.

I wanted them to show Thomas what the work is really like.

Sorry, I don't get that.

First, you try to put him off,

then you put him on the front line.

I just don't get it.

We discussed it with Thomas.

He asked to do it.

Thomas wants his independence.

Our job, as parents, is to protect our son, isn't it?

Will you answer that?

No, I won't!

Yes, to protect and support him.

He wants to be a fireman!

You can't coddle him till he's 40, Léa.

- But... - Damn!

How's the leg, Robin?

It's better, thanks, Captain.

Glad to hear it.

No trace of the 8,000 euros.

I can't see how Martel spent it or why he needed it.

OK, what was in his pockets?

Some change, a health-insurance card,

and a coin with a hole in it.

There it is.

That needs checking.

Together, like in the old days.

Yes, same as usual.

Are you sure you're OK?

You called.

Ah, Major Soler.

It's been a while. You're looking great.

- That was a compliment. - Ah.

You look like a corpse.

This is about Xavier Martel, right?

Yes, he was poisoned, with sodium arsenite.

It's a fungicide, used on vines,

but it's highly toxic and the EU banned it in 2001.

So it's hard to find.

Absolutely... not.

It was widespread.

You'd find it in a barn at every vineyard.

Do you know when he was poisoned?

Can you tell from his bolus?

Yes, he ingested it between 8pm and 12am,

yesterday evening.

The murderer put it in a spirit. I'd say it was jin.

I know a bit about cocktails.

I'll do you the best jin and tonic ever.

Ah, you mean gin! Sorry, I didn't get it.

Yes, the English pronunciation is hard.

OK.

But I'm more into mojitos.

We'll talk about it.

Xavier Martel was poisoned between 8pm and 12am,

so it wasn't Marco Vasseur,

who works at the restaurant from 5pm to 2am.

And the brother-in-law,

Charles Bouvier, was at a Hitchcock all-nighter.

That's confirmed.

So only the widow has no alibi.

She was in bed by 10pm.

And we haven't got any motive.

The famous Marchal-Lebellec duo

is back in action.

What famous duo is that?

You know, the duo.

It's not a karaoke act. The Marchel and Lebellec partners.

They're partners.

Ah, the Marchal and Lebellec partners.

That's right.

The coin, the money... We thought of gambling.

Who did? Marchal or Lebellec?

It was teamwork.

So you're saying that Martel was a gambler.

Yes, big time. The casino banned him two years ago.

So maybe he needed cash,

for the accounts.

Theft, gambling addiction...

That's a lot of secrets in the family.

You didn't know your husband was stealing

some of the wine?

Why would he?

A gambler's need for cash.

No.

That's impossible. Xavier would never relapse.

Why not?

He promised...

He almost lost the two things that mattered most to him:

his family and his wine.

Two years ago, I used my savings to replenish the accounts.

You're right. Xavier would never have done that.

It's an addiction, it's an illness.

But he'd been in treatment for a long time.

He went to therapy twice a week...

to a Gamblers Anonymous group.

Dad, have you spoken to Mum?

Léa!

She's at my place!

And I'm at Paul's.

But you have a flat.

Neither of us can live alone.

That's an easy excuse.

Sorry, I'll...

No, come in, Lieutenant Zaïdi.

We were discussing the case.

Martel hadn't been to Gamblers Anonymous for six months.

So he was gambling again.

Maybe. The casino ban still stands

and he wasn't gambling online.

That leaves private gambling circles and horse racing.

I'll enjoy the investigation.

- No, Dad. - What, Major?

Are you telling me what I can do in my own brigade?

Not at all, Colonel.

Thank you.

Close the door, please, Inès.

Captain Marchal!

Why aren't we doing nights. How are you?

Good. You?

- Let's talk. - OK.

- What nights? - Are you seeing someone?

No, I'm not seeing anyone.

You just don't want to enjoy life.

Hey, steady on. No, no, I'm enjoying life.

- You are? - Yes.

Yes, I mean, I'm enjoying life.

I know where Martel was instead of Gamblers Anonymous.

I tracked his telephone.

OK, where?

It says: Casino de la Grande Motte.

Casino de la Grande Motte. No, he was banned.

Then he must've found a way in.

- OK. - Shall I call the colonel?

Yes, go ahead.

There we go. You can...

- OK, I'll get you a coffee. - Ah, thanks.

Yes...

Gentlemen,

the director is ready.

Hello.

Colonel Soler. I have some questions for you.

Do you know him?

Yes, I do, he came regularly.

Really? But he was banned.

Impossible. We're strict about that.

Not that strict.

We'd lose our license.

Who oversees entrances?

We check IDs on the way in.

I want to see the CCTV from Thursday night.

We have hundreds of cameras.

The footage from the entrance.

I don't get it.

Which days does the guy at the entrance work?

Wait, I'll check.

Monday and Thursday evening.

That's when the victim came.

Maybe...

he slipped him some cash.

Colonel, there's more. Xavier Martel didn't come alone.

That's Axelle Tran.

No, I tell you, I don't think so.

We saw it all on the CCTV.

How Xavier Martel paid you

to turn a blind eye.

Do a lot of gamblers get in like that?

Just him. He suggested it six months ago.

He'd slip me a hundred and I'd...

There it is.

Tell us about yesterday. Was he with a woman?

I'd never seen her before. He was always alone.

Did they leave together?

No, she didn't stay long. She left at 10pm, in a rage.

Why?

I don't think he wanted to share the jackpot.

What jackpot?

He'd just won on roulette.

7,000 euros.

Did he keep playing?

No, he went out, to the bar.

- What time? - I'd say around 11pm.

So the question is what happened to the 7,000 euros?

I don't know.

The question is what happens to me?

You look for a job, young man.

You career in casinos is over.

So Martel was poisoned in the casino bar.

But the barman can't remember and there's no CCTV in the bar.

Axelle Tran could've slipped the poison in.

And taken the 7,000 euros? I don't think so.

But she lied about their relationship.

Yes.

OK, Martel relapsed six months ago.

His deal with Marco Vasseur produced the money.

That was 8,000 euros,

but he gambled five times that in six months.

Yes, 40,000, according to the croupier.

Where did he get the money?

We need to find out.

We need to hear more from Axelle Tran.

OK.

She should've been out in the vines.

Maybe she's at home.

How long has she worked here?

Since she was hired, a year ago. Why?

Did your sister hire her?

No, Xavier did.

My brother-in-law said she was an expert.

We were lucky.

What did you think?

Nothing. I sell swimming pools.

I trusted Xavier totally to manage the wine.

Even after using your savings, to pick him back up?

After he kicked the habit, we all thought he was cured,

that it was all behind us.

If he'd told us, maybe we could've helped.

This is pretty basic.

Couldn't she afford an apartment?

I think she wanted to be on site.

Can I ask you a favour?

We'll see what we can do.

Don't tell Julie what you find out about Xavier.

Her father's addiction was hard for her.

You really love that kid.

I've always been single, but...

Julie's like the daughter I never had.

We'll carry on alone, Mr Bouvier.

Yes, Inès.

I'll put you on loudspeaker.

Axelle's ex-employer says that he fired her.

- Sounds good. - He said

she was unreliable.

Then he realized she was a gambler.

Did Martel and Tran meet because they were both addicts?

At Gamblers Anonymous,

where Martel went before he relapsed.

- Thanks, Inès. - Bye.

OK, so she wanted to stop and went to Gamblers Anonymous.

She met Martel

who took her on and put her up for free.

But he relapsed and then she did, at the casino, with him.

So classic.

What's this?

That wouldn't be the 7,000 euros?

That's a good motive, for a needy gambler.

And look, those are the estate deeds.

That's from the company register.

What could she be after here?

She won't be leaving without her money.

I'll get this place staked out.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I'm looking at Tran's accounts. She borrowed a lot.

For gambling, no doubt. See you tomorrow, Captain.

No, I don't think so. It's for viticultural equipment.

Why would she buy that? She's an employee.

- Weird. - Oh my God!

You should warn me.

No good?

It depends where you're going.

To a children's party?

No, my mum bought it and we're having dinner,

so I wanted... to show her...

I won't mention that your mum is dressing you

at your age.

It's just to make her happy.

That's good, but you should be happy too.

See you tomorrow. Have a nice evening.

See you, Candy.

OK?

What is this, an inquisition?

Come on.

We're your parents. We're bound to worry.

After what happened, yes.

I just didn't measure up.

It's nothing to do with measuring up or not.

It's...

Someone died on you.

Like you've never seen dead bodies.

I was OK at the IML, but...

someone died and I flipped.

That's different.

We all flip. Right, Paul, it happens to us.

I'm not a china vase.

- Huh? - What?

Something fragile. That's how you see me.

- No. - Not at all.

You don't think I can do any of this.

- No. - Stop it.

It's true.

Stop it, Thomas, that's enough.

You were always telling me I was weak

and I ended up believing it.

Thanks.

A china vase.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Hi. - OK?

- Hello. - Hello.

Hello, Captain.

- How about that? - That's perfect.

Was that your mum or is there a bit of you in it?

Let's say we compromised.

Well, you're on the right track.

Just change your trousers and it'll be perfect.

OK, any news?

Yes.

Tran's new equipment

was for land she was buying from Martel.

I thought she was broke.

She'd pay it out of future harvests.

OK, so it was a classic sale loan.

What's up?

How could Martel have sold her anything?

His wife and his brother-in-law, Charles, are the owners.

He was just the manager.

And Axelle realized, from the online documentation.

When she realized that Xavier Martel had lied to her,

maybe she flipped.

Our stake-out paid off.

Axelle Tran was arrested, at home.

So you were buying land.

That land was my dream.

And Xavier would've benefited from my work.

It would have been win-win.

Did he keep you hanging for long?

Six months. I was doing all the work there.

Meanwhile, he was gambling.

He'd never sign. His wife couldn't know about it.

He ditched Gamblers Anonymous

and you worked things out.

I knew exactly where he was.

So I went to the casino to find him, two days ago.

How did he react?

Like an addict.

He was glad to see me.

He thought I had relapsed too.

It drove me crazy, so I told him everything.

Hence your argument.

And...

the 7,000 euros.

Were those his winnings?

I waited outside, to take it further.

Why didn't you go back in?

It's so hard to fight it.

To hear the ball spinning

and the chips going down.

My sponsor's been helping me to hold out.

Back to the night of the murder.

You fleeced him outside, but how did you poison him?

I didn't kill him.

He gave me the money.

He said he was going to make amends,

with me, with his daughter...

- Do you think she did it? - No, I don't.

Martel meant more to her alive than dead.

With her job and housing...

Then who was it?

Yes, who?

We know he gambled 32,000 euros.

If he owed that to someone, maybe whoever it was got angry.

But dead people don't repay debts. It's the same thing.

He was running the business down.

Maybe his wife did it?

That's your "emotional" idea.

I wonder what he meant by making amends with his daughter.

I may have an idea.

Marchal's famous intuition.

No, this is new. It's called deduction.

That's almost as good as what we made last year.

Well done.

Ah, you're keeping the White Gold magic alive.

You dad would have wanted that.

But not you.

No, you wanted to live your dream,

to go to Bordeaux, to learn to be a sommelier.

She wanted to so much.

Why didn't you ask why you failed,

so you could prepare for next year?

I would have.

So I called the director of the school in Bordeaux.

Why?

He was sad that you couldn't come,

despite your high grades.

All because your dad called to say he couldn't afford the fees.

Impossible. We'd set aside almost 35,000 euros.

You knew because you called.

I don't understand.

What don't you get?

He spent all my study money.

He gambled it away.

Why didn't you tell me?

So we'd both suffer?

I could have...

You could have what?

Dad broke you two years ago.

You didn't even notice he had relapsed.

He promised me...

And you believed him?

I wanted to protect you, Mum.

There was no other way out.

What do you mean?

I did it. I killed my father.

Inès: What are you doing this evening?

OK, Julie says that she did it.

But she's innocent, right?

Right.

She's not your typical murderer.

And she was at the restaurant from 5pm to 12:30am.

She's protecting someone. I don't want coffee.

She's protecting her mum.

She freaked out when she found out about her husband?

People protect each other in every family.

That's exactly how it should be. I agree with you.

But no mother would let her child take the rap for her.

Yes, right.

She's all we have.

Shall I carry on with Julie, while you question her mum?

- Let's do that. - OK.

Paul, have you heard from Thomas?

- Not recently. You? - No.

He's fine.

Sugar?

Here.

My Julie...

She had to handle her dad's addiction

and she had to handle me, too.

It destroyed me.

I'm getting help.

That must be why your husband kept his problems quiet.

That's also why Charles stayed to live with us,

because I couldn't care for my daughter.

We all do our best.

Being a mum isn't easy.

Sorry, Mrs Martel, but...

Beyond your treatment, do you take sleeping pills?

Did you take any two days ago?

Do you remember when?

Around 10pm.

Why?

I can't tell you that.

It's hard to protect someone you love.

You can play that role by heart.

But in a murder case there's a motive as well as proof.

A confession is best.

Without proof, it's worth nothing.

Prove you killed your dad.

I'll tell you how I think it happened, OK?

You came back after work at, what, 1am?

You thought you were alone. It was night, it was quiet.

But you saw someone.

The question is who?

You'd protect someone you loved and trusted.

Someone you're indebted to.

Who had always been there, to look after Julie,

for her parents.

Bouvier had to protect his family,

however he could.

And he cooked up that Hitchcock alibi.

Why didn't we see that?

We had no motive, Léa.

Are you sure about this, Major?

Confronting Bouvier will be hard for Julie.

Yes, I know, but we've got nothing on him

and she keeps saying it was her. We have no choice.

It won't be much fun.

Sorry to ask, Erwan,

but is that clothing regulation?

It's just to shake things up a bit.

Your mum's behind it.

No, I mean is she behind all this?

Yes.

She's still living at my place and she's really settling in.

I have the same problem with mine.

My mother asked if you could advise her about yoga.

Yes, no, the yoga is over. It's over now.

It's over.

Julie...

Why are you doing this? You can't accuse yourself.

Stop it.

- Stop it, I know... - My darling.

You mean so much to me.

I couldn't let your dad destroy you.

I went to see him that afternoon, to try to talk to him.

Xavier told me...

I was a parasite,

that I wanted to steal Julie

and replace him as her dad,

but he'd stop me.

You couldn't watch the women you love suffer.

So you arranged to meet your brother-in-law

at the casino bar

and put arsenite in his drink.

When I got home from the restaurant,

two days ago,

I saw my uncle and father come back together.

I didn't pay attention. I was beat.

But the next morning...

when...

I heard that Dad was dead...

that I thought...

it was strange.

They never went out together.

I couldn't believe it.

I shouldn't have told my uncle about the money.

I was the motive for my father's murder.

Don't say that, Julie.

There's a lot going on in this:

addiction,

love, protection...

But don't think it was you.

How can I carry on?

This will be hard to hear, but...

only time can help you now.

At the same time,

swimsuits and sandals all year. You're fine.

30 degrees. Oh yes.

It's raining here. No, it's over with the yogi.

He was too much of a yogi. Too many courgettes and so on.

The kids? Thomas is having a hard time.

I'll tell you later, Isa. Paul's in the garden.

OK, bye, love to Mathilde.

Bye.

- OK? - What's this?

The pizza thing was funny once, but it could get a bit tiring.

But I know that a tasty pizza always cheers you up.

Thomas needs cheering up, not me.

- Why aren't you with him? - His friends are.

I'm tired, Paul.

I'm tired of our arguments and our reconciliations.

It's like when we were married. We couldn't communicate.

I need to talk, as reasonable adults.

I need to talk to the father of my children.

OK, I thought it was a good idea.

But not when you put Thomas on the front line.

I didn't want that.

Thomas didn't agree... He's sick of being coddled.

Right, I coddle my son. That's really not good.

A mum, protecting her son, is...

OK, so you accept I was right.

Who cares who was right or wrong? Paul, I...

We're not kids. We both need to grow up.

We all have our contradictions.

I'm too childish. Greg's too mature.

You're permanently dissatisfied.

It's your favourite.

Sorry, I didn't mean that.

OK for this evening?

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