All language subtitles for Art of The Crime s07e01 Versailles, es-tu la

-Enough is enough!

-This is
a portrait of Marie-Antoinette.

It dates from 1787. At the time, the
queen had a very bad reputation.

She is determined
to restore her image.

The great portraitist Elisabeth
Vig�e Le Brun had her pose

with her children

in a more maternal role,
to seem closer to the people.

Do you have any questions?

No ?

Then I suggest we continue
and visit the next room.

And this is the Queen's bedroom.
-Is this her real bed?

-No, it's an exact replica.

On the other hand, to the left of the bed
is the Queen's cabinet,

which is authentic,

decorated with S�vres porcelain.

She ordered it

from the cabinetmaker Schwerdfeger in 1787,
as the old one had fallen out of fashion.

Any questions?

No ?

Then let's go and discover
the Hall of Mirrors. Please follow me.

The Hall of Mirrors was a
terrace. It has been transformed

so that the courtyard
was no longer exposed to the elements.

It's a bit like a large veranda.

-Is this pure gold?

-I'll leave you to think about it.
Someone seems to have lost their way.

Why are you here?

This is forbidden!

-I just wanted to look...
-Get out of here! Don't touch anything.

Do you realize
where you are?

Have some respect!

-We need a classy bar where we can go
so we can talk in peace.

That's not classy enough.
-Like a 1st date.

-How's that?

-For you and Florence.

-Now, Alex...
-Hang on, we'll find it.

Don't worry.
It's true that the bar downstairs..,

isn't exactly top-notch.

-Well, no, and if it's just to see
the same people

drinking beers,
there's no point.

Look at Jeremiah,
he thinks he's a piggy bank.

Attention, 3, 2, 1...

-1 euro in the slot.
-Voil�, bim!

He's happy, too.

It's Florence, though. It's the 1st time
we've had a drink,

- I can't take her there.
- I get it,

it's a colleague's drink,
but without the colleagues.

-Alex...

There's nothing more
between Florence and me, all right?

She's got no one, neither do I,
we can have a drink with friends.

No, can't we?

-You say you've been friends
since when?

That's a long time for foreplay.
-You don't understand on purpose.

I'm sure...

-Yes, Mrs. District Attorney.
-(She and I,

(we've moved on.)
-Mm mm.

-(No,

(you don't understand.)
-Okay. I'll call you back. I'll call you back.

-It's about moving on.
-We'll talk later.

We have a homicide
at the Palace of Versailles.

-Karim... You tell him.
Take over.

Renan Belleau, 48.

The guide
says he didn't ask any questions.

He had this on him.

-Can I see it?

-They must have gotten confused here.

Nobody saw anything.
No witnesses, no fingerprints,

well, except for the gardener's
who put his fat fingers on it.

Do you have any idea
what he was doing in front of that piece of furniture?

-No, I've got 3 items.
-But sometimes,

you get hunches.

-That's a bit short.
-True, but... But what?

-For a psychic, it's bad luck
not to have seen what was coming.

-He was a psychic?
-Belleau was a psychic.

Future advice, predictions,
spiritual assessment, that was his job.

-This, here,
he had this on him. Come and see.

Voil�. There it is.

What's this?
-It's a pendulum.

Actually, it's supposed to be sensitive
to waves and vibrations.

Dowsers use them

to find watercourses
or lost objects.

-He says,

thanks to this, he found gold
from photos.

-You see.
-From photos?

Mme Chassagne,

could there have been something
of value in this piece of furniture?

-The victim's cell phone.

-Thank you. What do you think?

-Come with me to the castle.
-OK. Dig on Belleau.

Thank you.

-Elisabeth Vig�e Le Brun...
-Who?

-The portrait painter

who did this painting.
-All right.

-She did lots
of portraits of Marie-Antoinette.

Belleau's choice

is no accident.

This is it.
See the cabinet on the right?

That's the Queen's old cabinet
before she had this one.

It's a jewel box.

-They used to put their jewels in here.
-Here we go.

This painting is all about that.

At the time this portrait was painted,
the Queen had a bad reputation

because of the necklace affair.

The necklace affair,
Marie-Antoinette...

-The famous affair.
-No.

everyone knows about it. You
only listened to sports, right?

-Well, I was better at sports.
-I'll show you the necklace.

You'll see,
it's a priceless gem.

Beautiful, isn't it?

There are 500 diamonds!

The story is incredible.
A fake countess,

Mme de La Motte, arrived at the jeweller's
and stole the necklace.

She said, "Hello,

"we've come from the Queen
because she loves this necklace.

"We'll take it

"and she'll come and pay for it." And the
jeweler gave her the necklace.

-He'd been had.
-Totally.

The crooks were arrested,

except that opinion

continued to suspect that the Queen
really wanted the necklace.

-All right, then.

Did she really want it or not?

-We'll never know.

But this painting says she didn't.
Look, the queen

has no collar.

The jewel clasp is in the shadows,
and the queen says to the audience:

"My children
are my only jewels."

-OK...

What happened to that necklace?

-It's gone.
-Oh yeah?

-This is a reproduction.

The crooks dismantled it and sold the diamonds abroad.

-Belleau was looking for one of
these diamonds?

-He might have been.

-Damn...
-There it is.

-Oh, yeah.

-It's awesome.
-Mm mm...

-In this type of furniture,
there are lots of secret drawers,

hiding places.

Belleau probably thought
there was a diamond in there.

-He wasn't the only one.

Whoever killed him
knew what he was doing here.

He waited for him at the exit.

Well, are you coming?

We need to know
who Belleau was in contact with.

There's a lot of lost treasure.
One of these guys

must have put Belleau to work.
Excuse me, sir. It's the D.A.

Be right back.

Yes, Madam Prosecutor.
-It's really spectacular here.

-What do you think?

The big night coming soon?

-Big night?
-(He's looking for a place for you.)

(He wants to do the right thing.
That's cute.)

-There's a huge misunderstanding.
-(I shouldn't be telling you this.)

(but I didn't know if you'd
picked up that I had.)

-Adele, the captain and I,
we're not together.

Let's have a drink,

but with friends.
-Yeah, a drink with friends,

but with very close friends.
Buddies, brothers.

-That's right, brothers.

-I love you guys.

-Adele, I mean, you have to believe me.
-All right.

Don't let it go to your head.

-In 20 minutes.
OK...

Thank you.

What have we got?
-According to his cell phone,

Belleau had new clients.

-What kind of clients?
-They're interested in Versailles.

It's about Marie-Antoinette.

-OK. Shall we go?

-(You know
I know we know.)

-(You know nothing.)

*-Think, Mrs. Belleau.

*You have no idea who
who might have a grudge against your husband?

*-I don't understand
who could have done this to him.

-Look familiar,
these messages?

These customers of your husband's,
do you know them?

-They're friends. We're a group
of Marie-Antoinette enthusiasts.

We have a forum on the Internet.
-You're talking about

about this forum?
-Yes, we are,

we created it 10 years ago.
I'm a computer scientist.

What does this have to do
with my husband's death?

-Your husband was killed
at the Palace of Versailles.

He had this on him.

You and your group
asked him

to work
from photos, didn't you?

The affair of the Queen's necklace

interests you, doesn't it?
-Yes, but that's not possible.

-What were you looking for?

*-It was just
a session like that.

-The last post about the
was 2 years ago.

They have been for weeks

only on pamphlets
on Marie-Antoinette.

Nothing to see.

-It was a torrent of dirt
against the queen, these pamphlets.

I, Elisabeth Vig�e Le Brun,

tried to defend her with my
painting. But it wouldn't stop.

They called her the Austrian,

and then "the other bitch".

-That's violent.

But...

You were attacked too.

-It was said
I was sleeping with a minister,

lighting fires with
with banknotes. Slander!

-Being loyal to the Queen
made you a target.

-Tempers flared.
I got away just in time.

If I hadn't left France,
they would have killed me.

And this poor man, what made him
made him a target?

-Marie-Antoinette
may have picked up some diamonds.

-Don't you dare!
-It makes you wonder.

-What was he looking for? What
did you want to steal from this piece of furniture?

-We didn't want to steal anything.

The jewelry clamp,
we didn't even think about it at first.

-At first?

-2 weeks ago, I talked about the
site I made for my husband.

They took a look, and Mich�le
came up with the idea of hiring Renan.

-Mich�le?
-Mich�le Dompierre.

-Let me remind you
I don't run the pendulum,

- I'm just a messenger.
-Renan,

we trust you.

-Mich�le Dompierre
worships Marie-Antoinette,

as if she hadn't digested

the Revolution. If she had her way
up to her, we'd be a monarchy.

-Sofia, fetch a notebook
and a pen, please.

-Yes, maam.

-Sofia Dompierre is 25 years old
and is submissive to her mother.

She doesn't mind our
Marie-Antoinette without flinching.

This is rock crystal
to purify the pendulum.

Didier Kaddour,

is Mich�le's prot�g�.
Since her daughter's death,

he comes to meetings.

He's always there. His thing
is Vig�e Le Brun.

She was
his daughter's favorite painter.

-Good.

Now we can get started.

-Wait for it...

Why
need these paintings?

-It's to summon
the spirits of the dead,

to ask them questions
about Marie Antoinette

and the necklace affair.

Vig�e le Brun
painted the French court.

Her models
knew Marie-Antoinette.

These paintings replaced
photos. We even said

maybe we could
talk to her, the queen.

-Now...

Now, let's close our eyes.

And try it, together,

to be receptive
to the energies around us.

Is anyone out there?

Is anyone there?

There is a presence.

-Coline,

stop pushing that thing.
-I'm not doing anything.

-It's not Coline.

-C.

A.

L. O.

Calonne, Minister of Finance
of Louis XVI.

-S.

O.

-N.

-S.

E.

C.
-R.

E.
-T.

-His

"secret.

-The queen

had something to hide,
is that what you're saying?

-Are you
reveal to us

his secret?

-Is there
a clue in this room

to help us understand?

-Oh!

I felt something cold

pass me by.
-He shows us this painting.

This secret

could it be in the jewel box?

where the queen
put her precious objects?

-We were amazed.

It all seemed so coherent.

What's the secret? It must have
to do with the Queen's necklace.

She used to put all her jewels there.
-Yes, she did.

She's right.

-Renan Belleau wanted
on his own, apparently.

He double-crossed you.

Apart from your little circle,
does anyone else know

about this diamond business?
-Certainly not.

I gave orders
not to tell a soul.

Mm?

-I didn't tell anyone, I promise.

-I didn't either. You see me
tell someone that a spirit

told us to look for
Marie Antoinette's diamonds?

I don't want
to look like a nutcase.

-I understand, yes.

-We were the only ones who knew.

Oh, dear. It had to be
one of us did it.

-We check, but none of them

has a solid alibi.
-They're all suspects.

-And all for diamonds

that were never there.

-Is there really nothing?
-Not a thing.

The jewel box was renovated
in 1992. Nothing was found.

It was X-rayed.
If there had been a diamond,

- we would have seen it.
-It's ridiculous, who can still

believe in spirits today?
-Don't let go of those four:

geolocation, wiretapping.
One of them will talk.

- Yes, I hope...

-Hello.
Excuse me. Mme Chassagne,

your father is waiting for you
in the captain's office.

-Father?

What's the matter, Father?

-It hurts. I wonder
if there's something wrong with me.

-We've seen specialists,
all say you're fine.

-That's what worries me.

-I can't spend my life

taking care of you.
-OK. Thank you

When you told me your secrets,
you thought a little bit more of me.

-What secrets?

-Well, what you told me...
With Verlay.

That when you were children,
you talked to the same blackboard.

-(Are you crazy?!)

(You don't say that here!)
-This link is special, though.

I didn't tell Verlay

so he wouldn't chase after you.
This is how you repay me.

Will you have dinner with me on Friday?
-Friday, huh?

No, I'm going out Friday.

-Commander, I have this for you.
-Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much, sir.

Antoine,

Mme Chassagne. Mich�le Dompierre sent
her daughter this morning.

-Renan didn't have the diamonds.
We must continue our work.

"We need a new medium."
- "Don't tell the others."

-How does she know about Belleau?
-I don't.

-You think she killed him?

-Could be.

-She didn't find
the diamonds on Belleau,

so she's still looking.

-And hopes to find them before we do.
-Put her on the grill.

-She won't talk,
even with that text.

She's talking about construction.
It's too vague.

She says: "We need
to find a new medium.

She'll talk to the new medium.

-We need to find a cop.

who's into spiritualism.
-A psychic cop,

doesn't exist.
-We'll never find them.

It's a dead end.

What dead end?
-There's gotta be one.

-Alex...
-She started with meditation.

-No, no, no.

- She's been doing it for 2 years.
- Who is she?

-I don't care. No...
-She's a spiritual awakener,

shamanism,

all the crossed-out "ism" stuff.
She's become a big deal.

-Do you know why she does it?
-Who are you talking about?

-It's because
of Mrs. Chassagne and me

because we ruined her life.
-You mean Juliette?

Is she psychic?

- She's the best we're gonna find.
- I won't work with her.

I don't work.

with someone who thinks
I wanted to steal her boyfriend.

-She's moved on,
that's for sure.

Listen...

We vote.

-All righty.
-All those opposed?

-Aye! Very much against.
-I'm against it too.

-Do you have a better idea?
No, because there isn't one.

I'd get out the 49.3,
and call him.

-Who's in charge here?
-Who's in charge here?

-Don't...

-Juliette? Commandant Pardo.
-(Bastard!)

Alex, come and see.
Mme Chassagne too.

Have a look.

-A payment
to "Cahiers du Louvre".

-It's the museum's magazine.
Mich�le Dompierre bought it

one week

before the murder?

-Find me that magazine.
-OK.

-Thank you.
-Ah, here it is!

-Hello.

Oh l� l�,
I'm so glad!

-It's not the same at all.
-No, it's not.

-Me too.

They're right over there.

-Captain Mariton,
welcome home.

-Thank you, Captain.
-Ca va?

-Oh, still... Well, yes...

That makes me happy.

-So am I.
-I've got a present for you.

-You shouldn't have.

-These are herbal teas
I make myself.

It's detox. You'll see, it...
-Ah yes, it...

-It's great.

-It's lovely.

-Yes.
-Adorable.

-Hi.
-Commander, can I see you?

-Coming, coming. Hold this.

-If you like.
-I'll be right back.

Thank you.

-Ah...

It feels good... Weird.
Pleasure. It feels good

to see you again. That's what
I want to "dare" to say!

-Wow! You can do it.
-It's... Anyway,

you know what I mean.

-It's nice
to see you two together.

-No, we're not...
-Together?

-The captain and me,

we're not together.
-We're not.

-Well, listen... We'll keep this simple,
please.

You don't have to hide it from me,
I can feel it, I can see it.

You look happy. A
energy emanating from you, it's...

It's obvious.
-We're not together.

The energy you feel exists
but it's an energy...

-Of friends.
-That's for sure,

- we're great friends.
- That's right.

We're just... We've got the energy of friends.

-In any case, on the road to
of enlightenment, you're no pushovers.

There we are.

And there it is.

All set.

It'll do you good.

-Cheers.

-It's good.
- Antoine drinks then spits it out.

-Mm...

-Well...

Sofia Dompierre and her mother
need a medium.

That psychic will be you.

-It's for you
that I'm doing it,

I don't normally cheat.
-Of course you don't.

-never.
-This is for us.

It won't come out.
-At some point, it's gonna get complicated,

the blanket.
-Why is that?

-You want me to talk

to Marie-Antoinette,
without the spirit of Marie Antoinette,

in front of connoisseurs

of Marie-Antoinette. I don't know
about Marie-Antoinette.

-Mme Chassagne will accompany you.

-What are you talking about?
-You'll go with her.

-It's perfect.
We'll have to make a psychic duo.

-Yes.
-I don't think so.

-Why not?

You don't know a thing
about Marie-Antoinette, it's...

-Medium antenna.

Great idea!

You won't have to do a thing, I'll just say
you're my psychic antenna.

-All right, then. You'll be
his psychic... antenna.

-Impossible.

-Why not?
-Because...

Bah... They've seen me.

That puts the plan to bed.
-No, don't worry.

Not a chance.
You'll see, I've got an idea.

-You do?
-Mm.

Let me explain. Sofia Dompierre
must go to a caf�,

this afternoon.
*-She's there, in the background.

-OK, I see her.

*Come on, let's go.

*Rubbing.
Are you fiddling with the earpiece?

*It's unbearable.
-Yeah, that's me.

I'm not fiddling, I'm scratching.

-Scratch yourself in silence,
otherwise I can't hear you.

-I'd like to see you
in a wig! Just remember,

- I didn't want to come.
- Please,

concentrate

*and approach the Dompierre girl.
-Absolutely.

-Go ahead, Juliette.

-Here, I can't.

-Can't what?

-You're not harmonized,
I can't concentrate.

-We haven't done anything!
-It's all about balance,

*and you keep
pushing each other away.

It creates... I'm stuck.
-Captain, she's crying.

-It disturbs the soul, the cosmos.
-She's looking at us.

-(Okay.)

-Fuck, there's Kaddour.

-Where?
- Back there.

He's going into the bar.
Don't look at him!

-Sofia...

Didn't your mother tell you
I was picking you up?

-Yes, she did,
but I lost track of time.

-She's going to leave,

*do something.
-I can't do it! Can't you?

-What do you want us to do?
-Promise you'll both come

to my office.
-What?

*-No.
-Lots of couples

with problems come to me.
-You want therapy

so you can work?

-This is for you.
Otherwise your inner self

*will always be sad,

in pain.

-Did you hear that?
- I hear.

Okay, that's fine.

Florence and I, in therapy
twice a week at your place.

*Is that okay?
-No.

-I'm glad. I can already feel
good energies.

Now we can work.

This is weird,

I feel a presence.

-Like spirits?
- Very good.

-Excuse me, sir.
May I ask you a question?

*-Gently.

-Uh... Yes.

-Did you lose someone,
recently?

Sorry,

I'm sorry. My girlfriend
and I are psychics, and...

-Suzanne.

-He wants me to come to you.

He's showing me a... a pendulum.

He was a psychic, wasn't he?

I'm sorry, but..,
but he's pushing me towards you.

-Excuse her, she thinks
everyone understands her. Come on.

Stop it.
-All right.

-Uh... Excuse me.

-Yes?
-Would you...

I mean, I...
You talk to them, to the spirits?

-Yes, I do.
I mean, when they want me to.

-Do you have a map?

-Yes, of course.

There you are.
-Thank you.

-You're very welcome.

-What's up? You want to talk to Renan?
-I don't know.

-You want to do it again?
-Maybe later,

for more research.
I don't know, maybe. Bye.

-au revoir.
-Au revoir.

-I've got to talk to you.

I'll tell you calmly:
I'm not doing this therapy.

-Boring.
Now, we promised her.

-No,

you promised.
-What choice did I have?

-She's in a bad way, I can tell.

She's massaging Victor.
Captain,

she never got over
from that failed marriage. Talk to her.

-why?

To tell her she needs
therapy? Think about it!

Yes, what?

-Juliette is on the phone
with Sofia Dompierre.

-Are you?
- Yes.

-Oh, fuck.

-Sure, we can give it a try.
No problem.

See you tomorrow, then. With your mommy.

Great. Bye, then.

-So?
-Tomorrow, her place.

-Your hands are cold.

-I can hardly touch you.

-Ouch! You're pinching me.

-Sorry.
-1, 2. 1, 2.

-One, two, test!
-Ah, damn it! Too hard.

You shot my ear off.
-At least it works.

We've got to get Dompierre to talk
and find out what she's hiding.

about the diamonds.
Let them come. What do you say?

-Yes.

-Excuse me, sir. I'm thinking of something.

-What's on your mind?
-If I don't really summon her,

it may be that...

a real entity will come and talk to me.

-An entity...?

-Yes, the spirit of Marie Antoinette
or Belleau.

If he wants to name
his murderer, how do we go about it?

-How do we do it?

-Ask him
to come back later.

-Yes, that's a very good idea.
I'll arrange it.

-I found the Louvre magazine
that Mich�le Dompierre bought.

-Well done. What's it to you?

-There's
an expertise on the jewel clamp.

-She wanted to know
if there were any diamonds in it.

-When she read that,

she must have understood.

-I don't get it.

If Mich�le Dompierre knows that the diamonds
diamonds aren't in the cabinet,

what did Belleau die for?

- What's she after?
-Ca,

it's up to you to make her talk.

Florence rings the doorbell.

-Hello, Florence. We've come for the session.
-Please, come in,

Mme Dompierre is expecting you.
Please come in.

Your guests have arrived.

-Good afternoon, ladies.

-Good afternoon.
-Good afternoon.

-Thank you, Eric.
Take the afternoon off.

-Thank you, ma'am.

-My daughter has told me
the most wonderful things about you.

-Mme Vig�e Le Brun,
would you be willing to come and help us?

as Mme Dompierre would like,
to tell us about the jewel clamp?

-I hear voices.

It's the voice.

Mme Vig�e Le Brun,

when the queen posed for you,
during the sessions,

did you see her
hiding something

in the jewelry holder?

Yes, something she didn't
didn't want found.

She says yes.

-It would be nice
if we knew what you were looking for

*to ask her the question.

-No, it wouldn't.

I have my suspicions, but
but I'm waiting for you to confirm it.

At least I'll be sure not to have
influenced the session.

-(Fucking bitch.)
- Yes... Yes,

sure. We'll ask her.

Mme Vig�e Le Brun,

this object, have you seen it?

She tells me
it has something to do...

with the dress.

No.

She tells me
it's something...

very precious.

-Oh, well...

-excuse me,

we can't hear very well.
-There's some interference.

-Come on, we've got to find it.

*We've got nothing...

-So she says...
*-We've got to find it!

-Of course she does. She says

that she wanted to show that what
the Queen's most precious possession,

was her children.

Marie-Antoinette
had just lost her daughter.

That's why

she painted a cradle.
That's why it's empty.

Yes, of course, Elisabeth.
Marie Antoinette was devastated,

and the Comte de Fersen arrived.
-(The Comte de Fersen.)

-How?

What Marie-Antoinette has hidden
in the jewel box is...

-What is it?

-(It's...)

-This is...
-What?

-The toilet.

-Toilet?
-Where is it?

-Upstairs.
-Coming.

Excuse me, please.

-Is this a joke?

*Mrs. Chassagne...

*Answer.
-Yes.

*It's OK.

- I can manage. Stop.
- Damn,

she cut.

-Excuse her.

It's from my herbal teas. She
drinks a lot of it for her fluids.

She'll be back.

-OK. You calm down and think.
Why the Count de Fersen?

Why the Count de Fersen?
Now that...

Marie Antoinette,

when you were
at the court of Versailles,

you were never alone.

-I would have given anything
to be able to do what you do,

escape for a moment.
-Were there eyes everywhere?

-And no secrets from anyone.

-Because of this, some people doubt
that you ever had a relationship

with the Count de Fersen.

He was all right.

And yet, when your little Sophie
fell ill,

he came from Maubeuge
to support you.

-I was in so much pain.

-I understand. And the king wasn't
not around much at the time.

They say he was
indifferent to this child.

-According to the gossips.

They said it wasn't his.

-When the Count left, you and he
wrote coded letters to each other

so that no one
could read them.

What was in those letters?

Why were you so keen
to keep it a secret?

I beg your pardon.
I'm feeling much better.

Mme Vig�e Le Brun,
are you still here?

Wonderful!
So what the Queen has hidden

in the jewel box...

What is it?

No... !

It's a letter
from the Count de Fersen.

-Here it is, a letter.
-Where is this letter?

Where exactly is it?
-I'm sorry, sir.

She sighs.

She won't say more.

so as not to damage
the Queen's reputation.

-Tell him
I'm devoted to the Queen,

she can trust me.

-It's a secret. She says
no one must know.

-I told no one.

-Ah...

She says you're lying.
-She says you're lying.

Ah, yes.

But no, but...
I told Renan Belleau.

-What?

-That's all I said. I told him that...

he's not looking for diamonds anymore,
that it was a letter.

We were to look for it together,

but he double-crossed me.

-Got her!

Tell Mme Vig�e Le Brun
to tell me where the letter is.

Now! Where is it?

She's got to tell me...

-Police.

We stop

with the spirits.

Mich�le Dompierre,
I'm taking you into custody.

*-Tell Mme Vig�e Le Brun

*to tell me where this letter is.

-So it is a letter.

Letter undetectable by X-ray,
by the way.

Paper glued to wood,
you can't tell.

Amazing, isn't it?

What did the letter say?

Mm?

That Marie Antoinette

had deceived the King of France
with the little...

-Sophie H�l�ne B�atrice

de France.
-Voil�, B�atrice de France,

she was...

a bit of a bastard around the edges.

-To speak of a queen
of France, it's... scandalous.

-You know, scandal pays.

At auction, for example.

Belleau was going to make a lot of money
from that letter.

-Well,
that's why he didn't come.

*-...he was already dead.
-Who was?

-Well, Belleau's spirit.

No wonder he didn't want us
to be asked about that letter.

Not pretty, pretty, eh, Mr. Belleau!

-You obstructed
a murder investigation

to protect a woman guillotined
over 200 years ago?

-230. October 16, 1793.

But you'll find the murderer,

I trust you.
-Isn't that you?

-What makes me any more suspicious
than Coline or Didier Kaddour?

Mm? Diamonds, a letter...

Belleau had no shortage of motives
to get himself murdered.

-Is this yours?

We had it analyzed.
a little GPS tracker in it.

She was in the gardens
of Versailles at the time of the murder.

-This tablet
is used to manage our forum.

Anyone could have taken it.

-I think you're going to
spend the night here.

Sylvain!

It's not the greatest luxury,
but it's better than the Bastille.

-Right.

See you tonight
for therapy?

It'll be good for you.

-That's just it, I...

-Hey, Florence.

A promise is a promise.

It's gonna be okay.

-I've got 12 missed calls
my dad! I was on silent.

Sorry, I was on silent.

Dad, I don't understand,

where are you? Daddy!

-Flo, where were you?
I've been worried sick.

-Are you all right?

-Yeah, I'm fine, but...

Well, except that I read
the package inserts

the doctors prescribed.

Are you trying to kill me?
-Daddy, don't start that again.

-They're charlatans
who don't know what's wrong with me.

-You've got all the symptoms, so...
-No, my stomach hurts.

Well, that's that. And then my head.

And my joints,
too, and in the back.

-Good morning, Mr. Chassagne.
-Good morning, Mr. Chassagne.

-Haven't you ever heard of meditation?

Don't move. Don't move. Juliette!

-Yes. (I'll be right back.)

-Do you remember Juliette?

She became an expert in...

In...

She looks after just about everything,
which is perfect for you.

-No.

-Yes, it is!

He's in a really bad way,
I think you can help him.

Take him urgently,
I'll give him my appointment.

-No, we've stalled.

-No, please.
It's terrible, what he's going through.

-Is it?

It is. But you and Antoine
come and see me quickly.

-Of course.

-A promise is...
-It's a promise.

-Well, I'll see you.

tonight.

-I keep my socks on.

-Yeah, no worries.

Come on.

Here we go.

Just breathe.

Breathe with me.

Close your eyes. Ah yes.

I feel something
there inside.

-What do you mean, inside?

-I'm looking, Monsieur Chassagne.
It feels like an energy knot.

Something's blocking you.

-No, listen...
I'm sorry, I can't.

-No problem. No problem.

Yet I sense
something is bothering you,

right now.

-No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no,
this can't be it.

-That what?

-Do you think
that forcing me to keep a secret

that would put me
like that?

-A secret?

-Huh?
-You just said it.

We raise our heads as much as we can.
There, that's very good, Antoine.

Breathe in and out.

You can swing.

Now that's a really good stretch.

It's really good.

Ah, Florence!

How are you? Come with us, it'll do you good.

-No, I'm fine.

-Yes, go ahead.

You're going to take
a posture you like

and try to hold it.

-What is it?

-The yoga minute.
I hear it's very relaxing.

(She told me again
about couple's therapy)

(I couldn't)

(say no to that either.)

-(Well, yes.)
-(Well, no.)

-Did you say no?

No, you gave him
your father instead.

-You've got to talk to him!
-But not right now.

-Ah...

I'm getting negative vibes.

You really must come and see me,

both of you.

-It's in your text messages.

Your mother wants another session
with Belleau, but he can't.

*That's what I said

* to my mother, but...

-Sofia Dompierre's business.

-Please put that down.

Thank you very much.

*-It's not my mother

*who followed him there.
*-Ah, really?

*-Well, listen, I...

*I know my mother
looks tough like this, but...

*When he died,
it upset her.

*She's not a murderer, my mother.

*She didn't kill him.

-Marie Antoinette

regularly ordered watches
watches from her jeweler.

It was called

timepieces.

She would have had
the same model identically,

one for herself,

the other for the Comte de Fersen.

He was still wearing it when he died,
17 years after her death.

-It's the kind of gift
you give your lover.

-It's romantic.

-It's romantic, yeah.

-So that means
that Sofia and Renan

were lovers?

-I was just a kid
when we met.

That changed a few months ago.

He started
to look at me differently,

looking at me like a woman.

To me,
he was a married man.

So we...

We started
seeing each other on the sly.

-Did he tell you about the letter?

-No, but I had a feeling
he was holding out on me.

So I wanted to understand.

So I followed him.

This is the one,

who took
the tablet to Versailles.

I left it in my bag.

-This letter, Belleau wanted
to steal it for you, didn't he?

-He said he wanted to give it to me...

a good life by divorcing me,

his wife
wouldn't do him any favors,

but if he sold the letter,

that would fix everything.

-Your mother wouldn't

forgive you.

-So the tone

went up a bit.

-Yes, it's a little loud.

But I didn't kill him.

Why would I do that?

Why would I kill
the man I love?

I've known all along
there never was a letter

or diamonds,
that's bullshit.

Yes: I'm the one
who made it all up.

It had been weeks
with his pendulum.

He hadn't told
to anyone, but...

He was afraid
he'd lost his gift.

I was sure that if he regained
confidence, it would come back.

I just had to help him a little.

-For the time being,
the pendulum doesn't react.

Let's try to be receptive
to the energies around us.

-I also tampered with
the ouija board.

-Yes.

There's a presence.

-Coline, stop.

-I'm not doing anything.
-It's not Coline.

It's the entity.

-Is it this ring?

Let's see it.

Nice.

-He had some

so much. I went on.

R. E. T.

- "His secret".

-I went all out.

Ah! I felt something
cold pass me by.

I didn't think they'd
hang on to that story.

-You had to tell him everything.
-It had to stop.

It was driving him crazy.

-He didn't want to hear it,

so he attacked you
and you fought back.

-No, we loved each other!

When I left,
he was alive.

-She was sleeping with your husband.
-I just can't believe it.

She killed him,

for sure.

Now I understand.

-(I don't understand.
Do you love me or not?)

(You promised to leave her.)

(You're not leaving her,
so what do I do?)

(It's either her or me.)

(You've got to choose.)

Ah!

-Actually, it was my husband
she was talking to.

She could have
jumped down his throat.

Here it is, the truth:

Renan never wanted
to leave with her.

His business was failing,
he just wanted the money.

The consequences for Sofia's
mother, he didn't care.

-You really didn't know,
about Sofia and your husband?

-I would have told you!
-Unless you were in Versailles

you too.

-Your husband was away a lot,

you may have decided

to follow him.

-This is insane!
Sofia killed my husband!

-I didn't know that,
for Sofia and Renan.

-Neither Sofia nor her mother

tell you about them?
-No, they didn't.

We mostly talked about
about our passion,

our sessions.

-You give them back

service.

-Yes, I do.
Small errands.

-And at no time
would she have felt like

to tell you
their little misfortunes?

-They know that when it comes to misfortune,
I've got it covered.

I've had my share.
They may not have

didn't want to add to it.

-Are you independent?
- That's right.

-Cab driver.

-Yes.

-You haven't returned to work

right away, that must have been hard.

- What do you mean?
-Financially, after the accident

of your daughter.

-Don't talk about my little Agathe.

I don't mind answering
your questions, both of you...

But don't talk
about my little Agathe.

-It pains me to say this
to say this, but Didier,

without our Monday meetings,
after the death of his daughter,

he could have ended badly.

I helped him a lot,

you know.

I could see
that this diamond business

had gone to his head.

He wouldn't have liked to learn that
Belleau wanted them for himself.

It's the truth, I'm not saying that.

to clear my daughter's name.

-Nor to clear you.

-I beg your pardon?

-Perhaps you understood,

for Renan and Sofia.

He was also going
take your daughter away from you,

all the more reason to hate him.
-Give me

the letter.
-I love your daughter.

She's all grown up. She doesn't have
to be your lady-in-waiting!

-Are we making any progress?
Are they all suspects?

-One of them's lying.

-We must stop cooking them
and start the auditions all over again.

We must have missed something.

-We'll start again tomorrow morning,
we'll peel it all back together.

-Yes, tomorrow. I can't.

-You're so cute.
Oh, my gosh.

You're going to

so well together.

-Stop taking our picture!

-You're so sweet.

That's a crazy picture.
I'll send it to you.

-No, you delete it!

-Adele!

-Otherwise I'll confiscate it.

-We can't even sit

next to each other.

-To be quiet...

When I painted a man
alone most of the time,

he was trying to seduce me.
And the nude models...

I could never take
a course in anatomy at the Beaux-Arts.

-But Antoine's not hitting on me.

We're buddies. We're brothers.

What do I have to do to get someone
with the captain?

Become a nun?

-A man and a woman
can be mates, can't they?

-No, no, no, no... Yes, yes...

-If what?
-You...

-But we what?!

-You're both
both single

and you're good together.

Yes, we do.
There's just one thing. It's...

-We'd still have to prove
that we're right for each other.

If there were

something special between us,
I'd know by now!

Oh, no.

-What's wrong?

-Nothing, it's Juliette.

-Hello, Florence. Were you asleep?

-Juliette?

-Yes, I was.
-What are you doing here?

-I'm here for therapy.

I've got it all worked out.

Neptune has just entered
in conjunction with the Sun,

your vibratory rate is at its highest,
you can't miss it.

-What's wrong?

-It's going to be great.

-Right now? It's dark,
Antoine's not here...

-Yes, he is.

-How's it going?
-Yeah, I'm great.

It itches.

-Does it hurt?

Hep!

Will you please come?

-Yes, I'm coming.

I thought I
I'd dropped something.

-(You had to say no.)

-(She told me
that you agreed.)

-(Of course not.)

(I suspect you...)

-We'll be off.

We'll start
with a very easy exercise.

You're going to try to
to connect with your deepest self,

your little self.

-Right.
-Yeah, huh?

Your energies seem to vibrate
in contact with each other.

-Yeah, it's crazy.
I feel a vibration.

Sure.

I feel a vibration,
it's a crazy thing.

Wait, let me see...

No, that's my cell phone.

I left it on.

-Is it OK? Can we go now?

-Nonsense.
I believed it and everything...

-It's funny, though:
it's like your fluids

searching for each other,
but never met.

-What?

-Yes. I could feel it,
back then.

You really have
something between you,

something very, very special.

-What special thing?

-A link that's very old.

It's like you've been connected
since childhood.

-Really?

She's taken
a coughing fit.

-This is really
special. I'm so sorry.

-Are you all right, Mrs. Chassagne?
-Not at all.

I'm having

an allergic reaction.

I need to go to the pharmacy.

-I'll go, you stay here.

I'll go and come back,
it'll take me two seconds.

Antihistamines. Coming right up.

-Thank you, Captain.

When are you going to stop
meddling in our lives?

-When will you?

Why don't you tell him you two
talking on the same blackboard?

-Did you cook my father?

-No, but he told me about it.

And he was so relieved.

Florence, you love each other,
it's obvious.

-Stop it.

-You think I..,
didn't suffer through all this?

I didn't have any pain

when I realized
what was going on between you?

-Juliette...

-My marriage was ruined.

But you know what? I've...

I said yes, that's it.

Antoine wasn't for me.

-What if he wasn't
for me either?

You're not doing this
for Antoine and me,

you're doing this for you,

because suffering for nothing,

hurts even more.

-maybe.

yes, perhaps...
Maybe it still hurts, yes.

Every time
I meet someone,

I say to myself
it can't be,

he loves someone else.

Don't you ever wonder
the question?

-Which one?

-Why aren't you with anyone?

You never think they're good enough,
you never want to go any further.

Don't you think it's because
because Antoine's right there?

-Can I take off
the zen and detox infusions?

-I'll stay at the caf�.

-I'm done, thanks.
-And then it stinks, get rid of it.

-Thanks, Adele.

-I've seen that before... Excuse me.
-Well then, Mme Chassagne?

-I've got something here.
-What's that?

-The GPS navigator
from Belleau's car.

The day before, he was
at the Elsa-Triolet library.

-Right, then. So?

-Mich�le Dompierre talked about it,
about this library.

There.

"Since the death of her daughter,

"apart from frequenting the library,
he's done nothing."

-Did he go to the library
that Kaddour frequented?

Captain.

-Good morning, Captain.
-Hello, Captain.

-Hello, Captain.

-Police judiciaire.

OK. Er...

Do you recognize

- this man?
- Yes.

He's Agathe Kaddour's father.
She died 6 months ago.

He's been visiting us regularly
ever since. She worked with us

to finance her studies.
Poor guy's devastated.

With her art studies,
Agathe helped us a lot,

especially with the animation.

She organized
this exhibition,

she loved Vig�e Le Brun,

the woman as much as the painter.

I think she read everything
about her.

For Agathe, Vig�e Le Brun,

she was really a model.

But the father
didn't understand until later,

discovering the paintings
in museums.

-Daddy?

-Has he been back recently?

-Yes, but it didn't go so well.

Hello, Mr. Kaddour.

I heard that a tribute
to your daughter would take place

at her school, that's great.

-A tribute?

-Yeah, his teacher came by yesterday.

-Monsieur Char?

-He didn't say his name.
He wanted to consult the books

she had borrowed,
see her work on Vig�e Le Brun.

It wasn't for the tribute?

-The tribute to his school,
that was five months ago.

-Ah?

-Was it him?

-Yes.

I had no reason
not to believe this gentleman.

-What did Kaddour tell you about him?

-Nothing, he left.
He was like a madman.

-Thank you.

-Thank you very much.

-How did Kaddour know
it was Belleau?

Why did Belleau want
this information about his daughter?

-Let's ask him,
it'll be easier. I'll be right back.

-(I'll wait here.)

-Yes.

Adele, if you don't mind...
-Shhh!

-(Will you call
Kaddour for an audition?)

-You, too,
you lost your daughter.

-My Julie.

My brunette. My only daughter.

Our relationship became complicated.

-Like between Kaddour and his daughter.

-Yet I loved so much
to see her grow up.

How can you not get along
with your own child?

-She was beautiful.

-When she got sick,

I ran to her bedside, but
it was too late to save her.

-There was nothing you could do.

-I'd have given anything

to talk to her beyond death,

just to tell her
that I loved her.

-Beyond death...

Of course, of course.

Captain?

-You geotag it
and then come back here.

-Captain!

-I'll leave you to it. What?

-Kaddour wanted to talk to his dead
so he asked Belleau

to summon her spirit.

He saw at the Dompierre house that one
could speak with the dead.

He decided to talk to his daughter.

-Renan, please,
I need to talk to her!

I'm going crazy.

I'm going to kill myself!
You've got to help me, Renan!

-OK.

I'll do it.

-They had a s�ance?

-Without Sofia to ghost
and no one to help her.

-Agathe...

Your father's here.

He loves you.

-Yes, he does. Yes, I do.

-I just can't...

I can't make contact.

-We must try

with the painter.

-The painter?

-Elisabeth Vig�e Le Brun.

Agathe adores her.

She also lost her daughter.

Try to summon the painter.

I've got money, you know, Renan.

-I'll try, but...

Later.

-I trust you.

Thank you, Renan.

-Belleau had to fake it.

-And he came looking for information
so he could make Agathe talk.

-Such betrayal
can make you want to kill someone.

-We must call Pardo.

-We have. I asked Ad�le
to geolocate Kaddour.

He's at Juliette's.

Come on, pick up.

-Hi, there.
Remember me?

-Yes, I remember you.

-I need to talk to my daughter.
I know you can do it.

Please.

-Please, come in. Please, come in.

-I'll put it on mute.
-Yes, yes.

-Can I make you some herbal tea?

-Yes, please.

-Shit! Shit!

Move, you!

Alex, it's me. She's not picking up.

-Go on, I'll meet you there.

-OK, I'll meet you there.

-You've already tried

to get in touch?

-Yes.

but

It didn't go very well.

There are so many crooks out there
people's pain.

-Move it! Get out of the way!

-All clear.
-Fuck!

Police!

-It was my predecessor
who ripped you off.

Renan Belleau, right?

-That's right.

-You didn't press charges?

-No, I did not.

We just explained.

-That can't have been easy,
as an explanation.

-No, it wasn't.

You're a fucking fraud!

-Me, a crook?

-Yes! You're a bastard!

-You want to tell her
you love her, don't you?

Except Agathe will never
talk to you again, it's too late.

-It's all right with you. I trust you.

-We can have
a session now,

I've got my pendulum. Would you like to?

-I'll do it.

-Very well.

I'll be right back.

-Hurry! Hurry!

Come on, damn it!

It must have done something to you,
to see that Belleau was lying to you.

-He's just fine
where he is, Belleau.

In the kingdom of the dead.

-What are you doing?

-Dirty cop!

You set me up?

Are you trying to frame me?!

Damn cop!
You thought you had me, didn't you?!

You know it was me
who killed him!

You'll end up like Renan,
in the kingdom of the dead!

-Help me, please!

-You don't understand

that I'm all alone,

now?!

-Daddy?

-Get off of her!

-Ad�le

Your thirty candles

Ad�le

Make you more beautiful

Your words

Are lace...

-Happy birthday to you.

-Actually, here's the best part,
for friends. No ?

-Yes, we're home.

-Yes, we are.

-Adele...

-Don't you think we're
missing out on something?

-What's that?

-Aren't we missing out
you and I?

We've never been quite right
at the same time, you and I.

Applause.

In any case, it's certain
that for you, we...

-We'll be much happier
if we're friends.

-I needed to hear it.

-There, you've heard it.

We're friends!

-We're friends. That's the way
that way. Friends is good.

-What do we do? Type?

And ...

-Like this? Shall we go?

And when we meet again...

-Oh l� l� l� l� !

I burned you!
Don't tell me there's nothing!

We can go do

karaoke?
Shall we sing? Let's sing!

Let's sing! Karaoke!

Go, go, go, go! Come on! Come on!

Karaoke!

Shall we go, Mr Chassagne?

-We're off.

-I love this song.

-MAKE ROOM FOR ME
IN YOUR BUBBLE

� AND IF I ANNOY YOU �
IF I'M TOO LAME

� I'LL TURN PALE �
ALL MUTE, ALL SMALL

SO YOU'LL FORGET ME

MAKE ROOM FOR ME
IN YOUR HEART

� SO I CAN KISS YOU
WHEN YOU CRY

� I'LL GO CRAZY �

ALL CLOWNISH AND NICE

SO YOU CAN SMILE

� I NEVER WANT YOU TO FEEL PAIN �
NEVER COLD

� AND ALL IS EQUAL. �
EVERYTHING BUT YOU

-watch out!

-I LOVE YOU

- (Julien Clerc)
- Make room for me in your future

Pour que je ressasse moins
my memories

I'll never be extinguished,
haughty, distant

To make you feel good

Make room for me
in your emergencies

In your daring, in your confidence

I'll never be distant,
distracted, cruel

For you to be beautiful

I don't want you to be bored,
I don't want you to be afraid

I want you to forget
the taste of unhappiness

I love you

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