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So, who can tell me about the July Revolution?

-Do you remember the date? -1789?

No, that's the French Revolution.

Everyone makes mistakes.

The July Revolution was much later.

Well?

Ask Simon!

Just press the button. He remembers everything!

Simon the robot!

He's got a hard drive instead of a brain.

Quiet, please.

Simon, I think we're going to need your help again.

Do you remember the date of the July Revolution?

July 27th, 28th, and 29th, 1830.

Charles X and the ultra-royalists were overthrown.

The liberals brought Louis-Philippe to power. That was the July Monarchy.

Thank you, Simon.

Delacroix believed in liberty. That's why he painted this woman,

which represents Liberty Leading the People.

The people overthrew the king, who wanted to reinstate the Old Regime.

Do you understand?

Take notes.

Stop throwing paper! You think I don't see?

-Miss? -Yes?

Can I go to the bathroom?

Be quick.

What'd I say? That's enough!

Were you followed.

No, I was careful.

It's all here.

-What are you doing? -What's this?

They're just drawings.

You were gonna betray me?

No!

What's the idea?

I can explain.

THE ART OF CRIME

Yes, Juliette. Hang on. Call me back. We need to talk.

You can just leave without saying a word!

The kids want to know where you are and why we're not marrying

and I don't know what to tell them.

Call me back, please.

Did you get the surveillance footage I sent you?

Yeah, I saw it. Heard from Juliette?

No. Anyway, this is the victim,

a few minutes before he died. What's odd

is that he stands here for ages before going to the bathroom.

Yes, that is odd.

Still,

I can see why he'd look at a Delacroix: it's famous.

It's romanticism par excellence.

He's the painter of intense passion,

emotions, suffering, drama...

Wait, stop.

I can't believe you.

Why?

Romance, passion, all that...

-Oh, no! -You're rubbing salt in the wound!

I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking about Juliette.

I meant passion in general.

Delacroix gets me carried away.

It's so tragic.

I think I'm going to like this Delacroix.

Captain, wait!

This is going to be cathartic.

LOUVRE MUSEUM

Lucas Brochand, 40.

He was an IT engineer.

No criminal record, unmarried, no children.

-Did he have a cell phone? -Not on him, anyway.

Just his wallet.

He was shot twice in the stomach with a 9mm, and once in the heart.

-There's no camera here? -Only in the hallway.

I got the footage.

The killer was wearing a hat. We can't identify him.

That's his accomplice.

She's got a gun in the tray.

We ran facial recognition on the woman,

but she's not in our database.

Where's the kid? Can we see him?

His teacher just got here.

This way.

We work with kids from troubled backgrounds.

Thank you.

Usually, their parents can't take care of them.

How long has he been with you?

Almost a year.

Simon is a very, very sensitive boy.

He has an unusual memory.

What do you mean?

-He has hyperthymesia. -Oh?

He recalls everything: words, sounds, images...

Even things he'd rather forget.

It's harder to deal with than you'd think.

The other kids tease him about it constantly.

Thank you.

Hi, Simon.

How are you?

So the killer said the other guy had betrayed him?

Yeah.

So the victim gave him something you couldn't see,

and then the other man shot him and left with the drawings, right?

What did the drawings look like, Simon?

They looked like copies of paintings, but without color.

It was these two. That one and that one.

Liberty Leading the People and the Barque of Dante.

There was one more.

It's a portrait of a woman sleeping.

I didn't recognize it.

A woman sleeping?

Is it this?

It's Mary Magdalene in the Desert. It's another Delacroix.

Do you remember if the killer said anything else about them?

No.

He was angry, and...

Simon? Are you all right?

It was an envelope.

What?

That's what he gave the killer.

A big brown envelope.

The drawings were inside.

Something was printed on it.

I didn't see all the letters.

But it started with a D, and a P.

That's all I saw.

Do you recognize this woman?

Not at all.

OK. Thank you, Simon.

Your teacher's going to take you home, OK?

I don't have a home.

I'm sorry. I mean, to the hostel.

Here, take your stuff.

Here's my card.

If you remember anything else,

call me anytime, OK?

OK?

I think D is for Delacroix.

I'm sure it's related to the drawings.

I have no idea.

We need to figure out what was in the envelope.

-Captain! -Yeah?

We found this in the victim's things.

Lucas Brochand.

We don't know who she is.

Let me see?

I know her!

What?

She's a curator at the museum.

-Here? -Yeah!

Lucas and I were together for nearly eight months.

He was supposed to move in with me.

Ms. Fabre, Mr. Brochand had a meeting at the Louvre

to hand over an envelope.

Did he mention that to you?

No.

Lucas only came here to say

he was going to look at some paintings.

He kissed me, and...

Alice...

Did he have a box of drawings with him?

Yes.

He comes here to copy paintings.

You mean the Delacroix copies in the box

were done by him?

He started drawing again when we met.

Can you tell us exactly what your friend did

in IT?

He did security for art-gallery websites.

That's how we met.

Did anything about his behavior change

these past few days?

Did anything seem unusual?

He bought a disposable cell phone. A burner phone.

-The kind you buy in a bodega. -Right.

And he told me

he didn't want to give his number to this hysterical client

who kept calling him.

Five phones were purchased at that bodega the same day.

If we identify Brochand's,

with any luck, we'll be able to locate him.

Well done, Adele.

Seems like someone's settling a score.

We need to know

what Brochand was sending in that envelope.

What about the box?

The killer probably tried to take it.

His prints were on it.

I don't believe that.

I'm sorry. It doesn't add up.

Why not?

Just before he was killed,

Brochand stands in front of these paintings.

We don't know what he's doing. OK, he's looking at the painting.

But look. He gestures with his hand.

I don't understand that.

I think we're missing something here.

JULIETTE: CAN WE MEET?

You all right?

She wants to meet.

That's progress.

Sorry. What...

What were you saying?

We have a situation where there's only unknowns.

We have three "X"s, as it were.

What Brochand had in the box...

You can't leave like this.

We've barely talked!

It's a bit late for that.

-Stop, please... -Stop!

I can't get married because it's better than nothing, OK?

I don't want to have any doubts.

-Understand? -Wait.

Wait! What doubts?

What did I do?

I saw how you are with her!

-With who? -Florence! Own up to it!

I saw how you looked at her

when that woman pulled the gun on her,

the way you hugged her!

I was there!

We were on an op! OK? She had a gun to her head!

What would you have had me to? She's my partner!

For you, she's much more than a partner!

That's crazy.

It's crazy?

Antoine, try to be honest with yourself,

for once in your life!

You don't know what's in your heart!

The movers are coming by tomorrow for the boxes.

Brochand looks at these paintings,

and a few minutes later, he's killed.

It can't be a coincidence.

These are the damned in the river of hell,

attacking Virgil and Dante in their barque.

Here, we have the victims of riots.

And here, we have Mary Magdalene,

atoning for her sins, prepared to die.

Death, death...

I painted a lot of that.

Yeah. You could say

that violence haunts nearly all of your paintings.

That's true.

Then again, as a child,

I nearly died, burned, drowned, poisoned...

For starters.

When you were seven, you lost your father.

Two years later, your brother died in the Battle of Friedland.

A hero!

Yes, he died a hero, but he still died.

When you were 16, you buried your mother.

A tormented life. Like the times I lived in.

Antoine, try to be honest with yourself

for once in your life.

You don't even know what's in your heart!

Here.

What did Juliette say?

Actually, we-

We don't have an ID on Brochand's burner phone yet.

But Adele went through his computer. There's absolutely nothing on it.

No files, no messages, no photos, nothing.

No social media account.

He controlled anything he might leave behind.

-Sounds like a trafficker. -In my opinion,

he was doing more than just IT security for art galleries.

I got the list of his clients.

We'll see if any have been involved

in art trafficking.

Isn't it weird that a guy like Brochand

was dating a curator at the Louvre? Just by chance?

It certainly is.

I was actually thinking you could

look at what she's been working on. Discreetly.

As usual. I'll go see Hugo.

He works with her sometimes.

Great. Keep me updated.

-OK. -Sounds good.

I'm going.

See you later!

-Ms. Chassagne? -Yes?

Since we've known each other, has there ever been a moment

when I looked at you other than as a colleague?

Excuse me?

You agree that we're both just partners, right?

I mean, in the sense of...

Well, no.

You did ask me to be a witness at your wedding.

Right, sure, of course.

What I mean is...

Did I ever give you the impression that...

that you and I...

Could you... be more precise?

I never gave you the impression that... I was attracted to you?

We're on the same page, right?

We are.

Great.

We're just partners.

Do you realize?

I stew for two years, I go through hell

waiting for him to look at me,

and he shows up with his guilty face

and asks me that?

And that's why Juliette dumped him?

That would explain it.

I wasn't imagining things!

Anyway, before he ever realizes anything...

He's the champion of denial.

So if he does end up realizing that he's crazy about you, like he said?

Oh, no! No, no way! That's what you don't get!

He didn't say that.

And anyway, there's no chance of that. This has been going on

for years. It's not about to change. And if it did, for me, it's over.

I'm sick of it!

What?

Nothing. I'm just glad to see you moving on.

OK, let's get back to business.

What do you want to know about Alice Fabre?

Absolutely everything.

Her boyfriend is weird, so we're investigating.

That's him? He got killed?

Yes. He stood for ten minutes at Liberty Leading the People.

But why?

What?

-Liberty Leading the People. -Yeah?

The painting is going to be moved for an exhibit.

Hang on.

Liberty Leading the People,

The second-most-valuable piece in the Louvre after the Mona Lisa,

will be moved?

It's top secret.

But Alice is in charge of transport.

It's her operation.

No way.

The painting's going to be moved to Japan?

Yes. It's an exchange.

Give me a second. I want to Alex to hear this.

-Alex! -OK, speak up.

I can't hear you very well.

The painting's going to be moved to Japan.

Go on, Ms. Chassagne.

Japan is going

to lend us some masterpieces of Buddhist statuary.

In exchange, we're lending them the painting.

That must demand some serious logistics.

For a painting that valuable, it will all be under surveillance.

The date, the flight plan...

And what? Brochand got that info?

-You think that was in the envelope? -That's exactly what I think.

Look at the envelope.

D and P. That's what Simon said.

"Department of Louvre Paintings." Where Alice Fabre works.

She lied to us.

Seems so.

I don't know what Brochand was doing

at that painting before he was killed,

but I'm convinced

he knew it would be stolen.

It's one of the most valuable paintings in the world.

-It's the heist of the century! -Come back here.

We're going to turn up the heat on Alice Fabre.

I'll be there in fifteen.

Have a seat.

He couldn't know about that! I never mentioned it to him.

It's confidential.

When will the painting be moved?

In eight days.

I have to let my higher-ups know.

-We have to call it off. -Don't worry. We'll take care of it.

Did you know Brochand had stopped working at art galleries 5 years ago?

What?

He must have been doing it eight months ago,

that's how I met him.

At a private showing.

And the exchange with Japan was already planned?

What do you mean?

That Lucas didn't meet me by chance?

That he chose me because I was on the project?

I'm sorry, Alice, but I don't see another explanation.

That's impossible.

I swear!

Did you know that he was an encryption specialist?

Not really, but...

Encryption secures information for banks, for industry...

But also for criminal networks

trying to evade the police.

Do you see what I mean?

Lucas was working for criminals?

It's very likely.

Maybe you could help us find this organization?

Me?

You were together eight months.

So either he got a head start

stealing your documents,

or he wanted to recruit you.

To have someone

inside the Louvre

would be very useful.

I swear, I had no idea about this.

I loved Lucas.

He was great with me.

Can I talk to you?

Yeah.

What's up?

Adele located Brochand's burner phone.

Great.

She found it in a locker in a Louvre dressing room.

Let me see.

-What's on it? -Nothing.

Not one call.

But there is a number saved. Look.

That's my phone number!

Usually, when you put a number in, you're going to use it.

Maybe he wanted to warn you.

If he hid the phone at the Louvre,

he wanted to call you after delivering the envelope.

But he was killed first.

Then what about Alice Fabre?

Were you going to be personally involved in the transport

and be on the plane?

Yes, with the two security guards.

I was meant to be with the painting.

I was responsible for ensuring

the conditions on the plane: temperature and pressure.

Was any layover planned?

Yes, but it was confidential.

Only three people knew about it.

That would be the best time to steal the painting.

Hi. Who are you?

Engine check.

But for a painting worth hundreds of millions,

they wouldn't mind the details.

You could have identified them.

They'd have killed the guards and you.

Brochand was trying to save your life.

He wanted to let us know so that we'd call it off.

But then, why did he steal my documents?

If he hadn't, he'd have exposed himself.

I should have realized.

When he told me at the Louvre how much I meant to him,

I should have realized something was wrong.

We saw one of his favorite Delacroixs:

Orphan Girl at the Cemetery.

But he'd never looked at that painting

the way he did that day.

Then, he asked me

to take a photo of him holding my daughter.

Can I see your phone?

Orphan Girl at the Cemetery...

Lucas didn't want your daughter to be orphaned because of him.

He might have seduced you at first to manipulate you,

but then he changed.

He really loved you.

And I didn't see a thing.

He was trapped, Ms. Fabre.

Even if you had known, you couldn't have helped him.

You couldn't have.

Thank you.

So, what did you want to show me?

I knew I should have gone through this stuff.

Looks like it.

Here! Look what I got yesterday. Anonymous sender.

-OK. -Orphan Girl at the Cemetery.

Yes, I know.

How could I not remember that?

It's one of Brochand's favorites,

and as if by chance, I get it the day he's meant to call you

on his burner phone.

Give me a second.

OK.

MASTERPIECES OF ROMANTICISM

Bingo!

There are no romanticism exhibits

in Aix-en-Provence right now.

So Brochand sent you

a fake invitation?

Why?

I don't know.

There's a link to a website here.

www.expositionromantismeaep.fr

Hang on! I'm only on the first W. w-w-w...

-Expositionromantismeaep.fr. -Aep.fr.

OK. The guy was a cryptographer?

-Yes. -His job

is to encrypt data.

So there's a hidden message?

Maybe. It's worth checking out, right?

I'll send it to the IT department.

OK.

Let me do it. I have to log in to my email.

OK.

IT department...

-Here. Here. -Hang on.

Sorry! Sorry!

No, you took it out.

It takes ages to get out of here.

If you look at every painting, we'll never leave.

I don't get it.

What?

The gesture.

Why did Brochand do this?

Stop worrying about that.

Given what he was about to do,

it's not strange that he stood here awhile.

-He did this. OK. -Yes, OK.

But I watched that video over and over.

I keep watching it because I just don't get it.

Look. The first time,

he does it in front of Liberty Leading the People.

Then he does it again.

Let me zoom ahead.

He does it again in front of The Barque of Dante.

But the Barque of Dante wasn't going to be lent to Japan.

OK?

So the Barque of Dante has nothing to do

with the theft of Liberty Leading the People.

So why is Brochand doing this?

Isn't that strange?

Captain?

Captain!

Captain!

So, elevated heart rate, difficulty breathing...

Did you have any hallucinations?

No. No.

Well, you check all the boxes.

What? What boxes?

The Louvre calls me frequently for this kind of thing.

It's called "Stendhal syndrome."

Stendhal syndrome?

Excuse me,

with all due respect,

there's no way Captain Verlay has Stendhal syndrome.

What's Stendhal syndrome?

It's like being intensely seized by the meaning of an artwork.

Exactly.

It's when you have a physical reaction, like fainting,

at the sight of intense beauty.

It's an aesthetic shock.

You're sensitive, right?

No! Well, yes. Yes and no.

It's hard to explain.

But no.

Captain Verlay has zero artistic sensibility.

Not artistic, no.

Have you been through any emotional shocks lately?

Yes. A breakup. He was going to get married...

This is important.

He was at the church, and his fianc�e drove by.

Ms. Chassagne, you're not-

There you go. That's it.

You're emotionally fragile. You're sensitive.

So you're seeing things you otherwise wouldn't.

It's a textbook case.

Textbook?

Be careful. It's often a sign of oncoming depression.

You should take some time off. This is a note for three days.

I haven't taken time off in 15 years.

I'm not going to start now,

especially not over some stupid fainting fit.

You think I'm the type to have Stendhal syndrome?

No, I don't.

There you go! End of story, thank you and goodnight!

-Captain. -Let's drop it.

Is something wrong?

No, nothing's wrong.

You look a little peaky.

Have you heard from IT and about the encrypted message?

-Yes. -And?

There's nothing but the image. No files attached, no links.

Let's try something.

To stop a message from being read,

you've got two options.

Either you encrypt it, or you hide it in another document.

So does that mean

that the message would be hidden in the painting?

Sure. Try clicking on it.

I don't know...

-Nothing's happening. -Can I use your computer?

Go ahead.

We know this painting fascinated Brochand.

It made him think of Alice Fabre's death.

So there must be some connection to death.

Here we have graves with crosses.

Maybe he put it there?

No.

Why are you over there?

I can see just fine from here.

There's the pain of the orphan.

Look. There's a tear here.

Oh my God.

This is what Brochand wanted to send us.

He would have told you how to open it.

Shit, it's encrypted.

The guy was totally paranoid.

Couldn't he just send us something like a normal person?

He thought he was James Bond.

Or he knew he was being watched.

Hang on. There's another file.

"If you're reading this, it means all hope is not lost."

"I want to report the organization I work for."

"Over the past ten years,

"it has stolen more than 50 works of art around the world."

"It hasn't hesitated to kill. "The names of those responsible

"and information about these crimes are contained in the attached file.

"I am prepared to give you the code to decrypt it

"and to answer for my actions in court.

"In exchange, I demand recognition of reformed character

"to protect my partner and her daughter."

"You have 24 hours to reply by email."

He was going to give us the biggest art-trafficking network in France!

He wanted to repent.

He knew that if he didn't,

Alice would never love him again.

Because it was this close-

Ms. Chassagne, the important thing

right now is to figure out how to decrypt this file.

-Yeah. -OK?

I'll send it to IT.

-OK. -Excuse me,

by psychology matters.

It's like profilers!

OK. Do we have the list of art galleries

Brochand worked for?

Here. But none of them were found guilty of trafficking.

That doesn't mean they're not hiding a network.

I know who to show this to.

Lieutenant Attias?

-Good night. -Mom?

Why are you calling me from a hidden number?

I'm still at work. Stop calling me!

You're embarrassing me!

OK. See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Captain?

Yes?

Get some rest.

Don't worry.

Bring it down.

I want it to resonate with the gray painting.

I think if everything is in line with these three,

the public will see-

Excuse me. Yeah. Sorry, I'm busy.

I'll call you later.

Hey, Victor.

Alex? Alex!

What are you doing here?

You're quitting the police to come work with me?

Not quite yet.

My NYC gallery needs a new director.

I'm waiting for you to come back to the OCBC first.

You kidding?

You were too good a cop. It hurt my ego.

-Mathilde! -What?

Alex?!

I'll be right back.

-Hey. -How are you?

Good, and you?

I'm great.

It's been so long.

Tell her I was a bad cop.

I won't lie.

He's a better dealer than a cop.

If you had listened to me, I thought you'd have liked it.

It wasn't my thing.

Can we talk?

I've got stuff to do. I'll leave you two.

-See you. -See you.

-My office? -Yeah.

You wear ties now?

Yep! Director.

It's a Paul Klee.

You still like the '20s?

I do.

So. Lucas Brochand. I knew I'd kept his card.

He was going around all the galleries.

But that was seven years ago.

This is a list of galleries that he worked for.

You know, Alex. Traffickers don't shout it from the rooftops

when they launder their money.

We only notice when they overpay for art.

-I'm sorry. -That's all right.

Plus, those galleries

change their names all the time.

But one thing doesn't change:

the faces of the guys in the auction rooms.

I could get some photos.

Really?

-I'll come by? -Please do.

It'll be like old times!

Sounds good.

Come in!

Hi.

You're still here?

I found this. I didn't know what to do with it.

A gift basket?

Yeah.

Stendhal... Jesus Christ.

It was bad enough with the Red and the Black.

I almost flunked English because of that.

Come on, Verlay!

"Stendhal syndrome."

Here we go.

"Stendhal Syndrome: all roads lead to Florence."

What?

She's much more than just a partner to you!

"Stendhal who described his experience with the phenomenon

"during his 1817 visit to Florence."

Maybe he's developed an artistic eye thanks to you?

"Verlay" and "artistic eye" is a contradiction in terms.

No, I think he just had a fainting spell.

It was no joke.

Still, after what he's been through, honestly, it's not surprising.

When you left me,

I couldn't look at romantic paintings.

It wasn't easy.

If you work at the Louvre, it makes for some big detours.

What?

Nothing.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I'm happy that you've moved on from your captain.

Stop!

Sorry.

Wait.

I'll put this in evidence.

Sounds good.

-You're not checking them? -I trust you.

Put them in evidence.

And close it up! Why are you moving it around open?

To show it to you.

Good idea, but no.

I brought pastries.

What's wrong?

Nothing. I'm great.

You look different.

Oh?

-Yeah. -No.

-Adele, come here. -Yeah?

Don't you think Ms. Chassagne looks different?

Yeah. You look happy!

-Happy? -That's it.

No, I mean...

So, Adele, any news from IT?

Yeah, they just sent me an email.

They can't crack the code.

They need a more powerful computer.

OK. Simon's here.

I called him back in.

Thanks, Adele.

I want to show him something.

-Hello! -Simon...

Take your time. Look closely.

I need you to tell me if you recognize anyone.

If it could be the man you saw in the bathroom.

Why do you think it's them?

All these men own art galleries.

We think the man who was killed worked for one of the galleries.

What I need you to do right now is tell me if you recognize anyone.

-OK? It's important. -Yeah.

OK.

No. No.

Look closely.

I only saw him from behind.

I know, but maybe

there's a little detail

that might remind you.

Sorry, it's not as glamorous here as your gallery.

You should ask your mother to come decorate.

This is for you.

To celebrate our renewed connection.

Numbered and signed.

A real Paul Klee!

Victor, you know I can't accept it.

Don't complicate things.

It's just a lithograph. That's not corruption.

It's beautiful. Thank you, Victor.

I'm really touched.

I was thinking...

Are you sure you don't want to work with me?

You've been doing this job for 20 years!

Look at your face! You're the same color as the walls.

You're the real art nut.

You know, I do enjoy locking up folks

who vandalize my idea of art.

And this time, you can help me.

Let's go to it.

No...

What if I showed you paintings?

The paintings that were in the box of drawings.

Maybe it'll help you remember.

It was like this.

Like this?

OK.

There was a watch!

A big gold watch with a red band.

OK. Do you remember the brand?

It was hidden.

Hang on!

I heard a noise. Right before the box fell.

You need to be sure, Simon.

We didn't find anything there.

Are you positive?

Yeah! It was a noise like plastic breaking.

It wasn't far, maybe...

Maybe in another stall.

That's great.

Are you OK, Simon?

I'm tired. I've got too much stuff in my head.

I understand.

Do you a hot chocolate?

There's a new vending machine.

They have different kinds of hot chocolate.

They have whipped cream, too.

Sorry I couldn't be of much help.

No worries. Thanks.

Want to meet later?

Sure!

This one is really good. But there's no more sprinkles.

Here you go, big guy!

Oh...

Thanks.

It's him?

Hang on. Would an ex-cop, an art dealer everyone knows,

would he do this?

I have no idea.

He always loved money, but this...

The kid saw the watch for half a second,

so if we arrest Chinsky, his attorney will walk

all over us!

And we'd be putting the kid in danger.

No. We can't take the risk.

We have to find more.

I'll ask Adele for his phone records and bank statements.

I'm going to file a request for a wiretap.

He doesn't know we canceled the transport yet.

-He might give himself away. -Yeah.

The kid told us we might have missed something at the scene.

He thinks he heard something fall,

like something plastic breaking.

-We'll check it out. -OK.

Let's do this.

CASE FILE

-Need help? -I think there's something in here.

You look a little...

-Let me hold the flashlight. -Thanks.

Sorry!

There's something back here.

I think there's more.

What is this?

Thanks.

I don't see how this helps.

It could be anything!

A battery, anything.

But maybe Chinsky's prints are on it.

What's wrong?

Is there another route we could take?

Don't tell me... Stendhal syndrome?

With a statue?

OK, come on. We'll go another way. Stand up.

-Look at me. -OK.

There.

I thought you were better,

that it was nothing!

Maybe I was wrong. I don't know.

OK, but if it gets worse, how are you going to work

with artwork anymore? Don't you want to see a specialist?

So they can say what the other lady said?

No thanks.

That my breakup is making me perceive things

I didn't see before?

No, the less I think about it, the better I feel.

With all this crap,

I even thought it was about you!

About me? Why?

Because art and everything,

it's your thing, and...

And what?

Well...

I got really twisted around up here, OK?

I thought that Stendhal

was in love with a woman named Florence,

like you,

and that's what messed him up.

But actually, it was the city!

It's... It's silly...

What are you going to do?

Grin and bear it for a few weeks,

and it'll pass.

Stendhal will stop busting my balls!

Stendhal syndrome is a manifestation of his desire for you.

What?

He's trying to find a path to his conscience.

-No, I completely disagree! -I don't think it's up to you

-to say! -Of course it is!

He's been putting me through hell for years!

His repressed desire for me,

he can shove it!

Plus, I've moved on.

To Hugo.

Yes. You get it.

What do I do so that his desire never ever finds

a path to his conscience?

Oh, I know, you're just a therapist, you're not here

to give me advice,

but honestly, this is an exceptional case!

Usually, crises

make people realize things.

So no crisis, no realization?

Sort of.

Great! That wasn't so hard. I think we're done here.

-How are you? -Good.

-You seem distracted. -No.

I was just admiring what Victor has been able to buy.

He's really done well!

What's his secret?

His secret?

You know his secret.

He always gets what he wants.

Are you happy with him?

Do you mean, more than I was with you?

No.

Just happy.

Why shouldn't I be?

Did you know Lucas Brochand?

Not really. Victor had met him, I think.

He was shot three times

because he was going to report a theft and a trafficking network.

Mathilde, if you know anything, tell me.

Seeing you two talking,

I feel 20 years younger!

So, did you convince him to come work with us?

Not yet. I think Alex still likes his job too much.

What were you discussing?

Our dreams from 20 years ago.

Do you know I knew Stendhal well?

Yes, I know.

We agreed on one thing, at least.

Art without passion is worthless.

Romanticism is all well and good, but your heart racing,

tachycardia and all that,

some days it's just too much!

Yes, it's true that love wasn't all that good for him.

Sorry, but it's not like you had much experience.

The only woman you lived with

was your housekeeper,

so...

Yes, but I was always careful not to live with the women

I loved.

Why? You were afraid of heartbreak?

Or you were worried that it'd prevent you from painting?

No. Let's just say that for me,

lovers are like two complementary colors.

They destroy each other if they mix too much.

It's better to separate them if you want them to exist.

Color...

That's what your painting is about!

That's what you were after your entire life!

-Antoine! -Yeah?

This just came from the lab.

-And? -Chinsky's prints aren't on it.

Just Brochand's.

Shit.

What do you think it is?

Captain! Chief!

I think I know how to break the code!

Do you remember

what Brochand was doing in front of the painting?

Yes.

You know what he had in his hand? A colorimeter!

That's the broken plastic object we found in the bathroom!

Of course!

What is it?

It's used to identify each color using a code,

so you can reproduce it.

At the Louvre, they use them to measure the paintings.

Exactly.

Leftover from school...

Let's do a demonstration.

This is a colorimeter. It's my colorimeter, OK?

I- Excuse me.

I need this, for the color.

I point the colorimeter at the color, and press here...

And it says B9.49.43. See?

That stands for a color.

There's a code for each color.

So right before he was killed,

he was measuring the colors of paintings?

Exactly!

But why would he do that?

He was recording the codes to send you.

OK, but how?

I just explained it, Captain.

OK, but sorry, I didn't follow.

-Are you OK? -Yeah.

No problem! Let me start over.

For every color, there's a code.

For example, this folder.

See this red? OK.

B5.43.26.

That's the code for this red.

No, let's look at this folder, which is another red.

I use the colorimeter...

B0.41.39. That's another code.

Every shade has a different code.

Get it?

So the encryption key is a series of these codes.

Exactly!

So to get the code,

we need to measure colors from the paintings?

Yes.

But the colorimeter is here.

It's broken.

So how do we get the codes?

We need two things.

One, we need to be at the real painting,

and two, we need to point the colorimeter at the particular

points Brochand chose.

I don't see how we can do that.

We're not in his head.

No, but I think I know where he wrote it down.

Look.

Before he took measurements, he looked at his drawings.

I'm sure the points are noted somehow

on the drawing.

How many drawings are there?

-Three. -Three! Three drawings.

Three points. Three pieces of the key.

But we don't have the drawings.

No.

But we have someone who might be able to remember them.

LOUVRE MUSEUM

Don't look...

You might remember something

when we get to the paintings.

He doesn't like paintings?

I'll explain later.

-You OK, Captain? -Yeah.

-Look at the floor. -I can't any more than I am!

The Mona Lisa!

Yes, Simon, but-

Ms. Chassagne!

I need you to stay with me.

If you don't guide me, I can't-

Of course. Sorry.

I'm here.

Look at the floor.

-Why aren't you looking? -Because... He doesn't want to!

Because... I think it's ugly!

There you go.

You must like it, but I don't! To each his own!

You're allowed not to like it.

OK.

Antoine, we're ready with Adele.

Wait.

Captain, look down, please.

I am! My neck is killing me, too.

-I'm sorry, I don't see anything. -Are you sure?

Is there a mark, a cross,

a point, anything?

No.

OK, we tried. Let's go!

-Wait! -What?

Got something?

-Hang on, Alex. -Go ahead.

The red scarf.

On the drawing, there was the hat, but no scarf.

There was the hat, but no scarf.

It could be like "spot the differences."

Don't move.

It's like playing spot the difference.

In the middle...

C1.54.38, repeat, C1.54.38.

C1.54.38.

How's that?

Yes! It's a progressive code!

We still can't read the document,

but that seems to be right.

There's a new spot open for the second part.

-OK. Looks like it's working. -Let's keep going.

We're going to the next painting. Hang on.

Focus.

What's the difference

between the painting and drawing?

Hang on, Alex.

The kid, there! Gavroche! His bag is missing!

Don't move.

Well?

D9.12.17, D9.12.17!

D9.12.17.

That's it!

We just need the last code.

Go to the Delacroix Museum to get the third code!

OK. Oh, no, not another museum...

You'll wait outside. You'll wait outside!

-I can't... -Look down!

Come on!

If I have to look down, don't leave me alone!

DELACROIX LIVED HERE TILL THE END OF HIS LIFE

It's my mom. Can I answer?

Go ahead.

Meet me in the Delacroix room. There's signs for it.

OK. Hello?

When do the welfare payments come?

I don't know.

I told you before!

Come on, think!

Why are you asking me?

Because you were there.

I don't know.

You're useless!

I'll figure it out.

-I'll let you know. -OK.

-Be good. -OK.

Everything OK?

She just wanted the welfare money, as usual.

She doesn't care about me.

Yeah, Alex?

Do you have it?

Not yet, but they should be out soon.

You're not with them?

I am, I just stepped outside,

but I'm going back in...

Got it.

I know that lady.

What lady?

She was outside the bathroom

when the guy got killed.

On my signal, we run out to the left.

Go!

Simon!

Ms. Chassagne?

Chinsky's accomplice is here!

Come on! Hurry!

I'm coming!

Be quiet.

Shit...

-Careful! -Go past me!

No!

Go! Go!

Come on!

Go!

Go right!

Go!

Come on!

Get in!

Get down!

Antoine?

Shots fired!

What? Who?

The lady who was at the Louvre with Chinsky.

You OK?

Do you have the last code?

Hang on. Do you have it?

Yes! Hang on!

R9.29.33, R9.29.33.

OK!

Shit!

-Oh, shit... -What?

That wasn't the last part. There's at least one more code.

Another code? What is it?

That's impossible!

There were three drawings?

Yes!

Until we crack this code, we're screwed.

And they know we need the kid.

I don't know how they knew we were there,

but they knew!

She was waiting for us.

Alex, are you there?

Yes... Come back here. We'll see what we can do.

Thanks, Adele.

Antoine... It's worse than I thought. We need to get the kid to safety now.

Why? What's going on?

Chinsky bugged my office.

Shit!

I'll find you a safe house. Let me call you back.

OK.

Alex? Yeah, we're her.

No... Don't worry. I'll call you back.

They're here. Don't worry. Bye.

What is this place?

It was a nightclub that went bankrupt.

We have a deal with the owner.

Get settled.

This is great, guys.

No problem. It's what we're here for.

I saw how you were with her.

I saw the way you looked at her.

Antoine, be honest!

Captain?

Yeah.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm going to lock the car.

OK.

What now?

We try again.

What the hell, Alex?

You're under arrest.

You'll be questioned

about the murder of Lucas Brochand.

-What? -You arranged for a kid to be killed!

-What are you talking about? -Fine, lie!

Alex, you know me!

No.

The guy I knew doesn't exist anymore. Take him away.

Alex!

Try to remember

if anything was different.

If something that doesn't seem important.

Go step by step.

I'm tired.

Please, Simon. We're almost there.

Focus. Make an effort.

-OK. -Go ahead.

Relax. Everything's fine.

There was something here. Drawn right on the box.

Really?

It wasn't complete.

What was it?

Like... branches... with leaves.

Branches with leaves... A tree!

Everything's set up.

I think we found a fourth painting.

We only have one piece of it: branches and leaves.

OK. Can we find it?

We're going to have to go through every Delacroix,

so it might take a while.

But yes, I think it's possible.

Chinsky's been arrested, but until we find the girl,

the kid's at risk.

I know. I know.

I know you know.

But they'll do anything.

-Sir? -Yes?

Who are you?

-Pierre Chassagne. -Arms up.

But...

But...

-This is silly. -Arms up!

I'm here to see my daughter.

ID?

Florence, can you tell these gentlemen

that I rarely bring my bazooka.

It's procedure, Dad. Thank you.

Procedure...

-Did you bring them? -Yes.

Every Delacroix painting with trees and leaves.

Thank you so much.

The reproductions aren't very good.

Where will I have to come next time to see you?

A maximum-security prison?

An underground base? A nuclear submarine?

Dad, I'd really love it if...

Hugo's looking everywhere for you.

-Hugo? -Yes, Hugo.

He seems much more worried than you.

Are you two close again?

No. Why do you ask?

I don't know.

He was talking about you very... affectionately.

You've got nothing to tell me?

-Ms. Chassagne? -Yes?

No, nothing for now,

but when I have, I'll tell you.

Max has to see you out.

It's too dangerous here.

That's it?

-This way, sir. -OK.

Great.

-This one? -No.

I love this one.

Lion Devouring a Rabbit. Look.

Nope.

No? Not in the back?

No.

OK. The Lion Hunt?

Nope.

Find anything?

No.

But given the number of paintings he did with trees,

and branches, and leaves, we're not out of the woods yet.

Captain! What a nice presentation!

What matters is how it tastes.

Simon! Silverware. It's not for pigs.

They don't care at the home.

Perhaps, but here, you're going to eat properly.

You're not my parents!

Captain, stop that!

You tell him not to eat properly then you throw bread at him?

Just some comic relief.

Sorry, but it's not working!

-Sure it is! -No!

-Yes. -You're setting a bad example.

He'll be eating with his hands

and starting food fights!

He knows better.

It's a bad example!

-He's not- -OK.

I'm not a great teacher,

-but it seems- -OK. OK.

Are you a couple?

No. Why?

You seem to get along well.

And all she does is take care of you.

-No, it's... -That's because...

It's because...

It's because... I'm nice!

Yes, because you're nice.

You know, Simon, sometimes, without realizing it,

you say things, and it's this close to what you should have said.

What she means is, you're very good at asking problematic questions.

That's what she means.

OK, but... Are you dating, then, or not?

His lawyer called. He's on his way.

Great.

But I have some bad news.

What?

There's no prints on the bug.

We've got nothing but the kid's statement about the watch.

We're screwed.

Chief? Mrs. Chinsky is here.

She's waiting for you.

Show her to my office.

OK.

She can still testify.

Victor says he was with you when Brochand was killed.

Can you confirm that?

If he says so, it must be true.

Do you know he ordered the death of a 14-year-old boy?

Do you want to be an accomplice to that?

Don't ask me to do this, please.

I can't believe you still love him.

He's a trafficker, a thief, a murderer.

He's changed so much.

He's becoming so hard.

Power and money...

drives people mad, not just in Shakespeare.

Does he tell you about his dealing?

No, but I'm not blind.

I need your help, Mathilde.

If you testify, he won't have any reason to kill the kid.

If I testify against him, it's me he'll kill.

But we'll protect you!

He can't hurt you from prison.

You can't go on like this.

All you have to do

is go with me into that office and give your statement.

OK?

Come on.

-Chief? -Yeah?

This is Mr. Augier, Chinsky's attorney.

He wants to talk to her.

He'll try to intimidate you.

He can't hurt you. You don't have to talk to him.

I'm sorry.

Come with me.

Are you stupid? He'll convince her not to talk!

We don't let attorneys wander around

-like that! -I wasn't thinking.

You weren't thinking...

What?

The lawyer says Mrs. Chinsky wants to go home.

Do we let her go?

Yes, let her go.

We're screwed.

The only way to catch him now is this goddamn code.

Simon, Simon, Simon...

We're here!

Calm down! You had a nightmare.

-Breathe. -Go get him some water.

No, stay!

Calm down, big guy. It's OK.

It started when my dad left.

I was eight. We had to move.

I was happy,

and then it all stopped.

And... Is that when your memory

changed?

Maybe.

The therapist says I'm afraid of losing everything,

so I remember everything.

For now, what matters

is that you get some rest, OK?

Get some sleep.

It's cool to be with you guys.

Cool. OK.

Do you want some blanket?

No. A little. I was too hot.

Is this OK?

Let me get settled.

Sorry. Once I fall asleep,

I'm like a mummy.

Same. I don't move at all. My mother always says,

"Florence, it's crazy, when you sleep, you-

Can you turn the light off?

I'm sure Brochand didn't pick the paintings at random.

There was a theme.

Struggle, death...

Brochand was prepared to fight for the woman he loved.

That's for sure.

I never fought for a woman.

Women... You lose them no matter what.

Sure, you never fought for a woman,

but you fought for your art.

You talk about it a lot in your diary.

"She harasses me and torments me."

"I chase after her like a young man after his mistress."

For you, painting

was like a woman you were ready to give your life for.

"She is my sole thought. I am intrigued by nothing else."

Just like Brochand.

He was ready to give his life for the woman he loved.

"And yet, she gives me

"the strength to overcome the pain of the body

"and the anguish of the soul."

I love that!

"The pain of the body and the anguish of the soul."

You wrote that while you were painting

Jacob Wrestling with the Angel, right?

There you go!

That's a painting you fought for!

How long did it take you to finish?

Eleven years.

Eleven years. Can you imagine?

Hang on...

Yes!

The trees, the branches...

Of course!

Jacob Wrestling with the Angel!

Apparently, it's a battle

Brochand lost.

Simon!

-Jesus Christ... -Get up!

You scared me.

Is this the painting?

-Yeah. -Yes.

Where is it?

At Saint-Sulpice Church.

Max, south entrance. You, north. We'll take the main entrance.

OK, go.

Come on, Simon.

Your move.

I can't do it.

What's wrong?

I don't remember!

OK.

It's OK. It's a good sign in your case, OK?

Calm down, breathe, and we'll try something else.

They're inside. Don't stay here.

We can't be seen together.

And my colleague?

He won't say a word.

Just like you.

Look over here.

The part with the trees.

-Yeah. -OK.

Focus. Do you remember the base of the tree?

Yeah, I think so.

OK, great, that's something!

Let's keep going. The hands...

The hands, there.

Anything?

No.

If there were hands in the drawing, would you remember?

Yes!

The hands.

The struggle!

That's the difference!

OK. Come on.

Captain!

Not churches, too!

It's Florence!

Captain! It's Florence!

-Florence! -What?

Come with me.

Come here.

Go right.

There she is!

Run!

Come on!

Come on!

-I've got the code! -What is it?

D2.41.49.

We've got it!

Brochand took it all.

The list of works you stole the last 10 years,

the money-laundering circuits,

and the bank account where you put the money

for the theft of Liberty Leading the People.

Your account was very meticulous. He wrote everything down.

What about Mathilde?

She says she wasn't with you at the time of the murder.

Take him away.

Happy now? You got your revenge.

See you, Victor.

You really don't look too good!

You OK?

He can't hurt you anymore.

You did what you had to.

Ms. Chassagne?

Hello.

You're not with Verlay?

I'm supposed to meet him in his office.

He's not here.

-What? -No, he's not here.

I keep calling him, and he's not answering.

Isn't that worrisome?

For freedom!

For freedom!

Bravo!

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