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The bell is ringing.

-Hello.

What are you doing here?

Please, come in.

-Did you see, darling? The plants bloomed last night. How nice.

-There we are.

-I told you, no croissants. Why are you giving them to me?

-You've hardly eaten anything... -No croissants.

Not even yogurt. -Do me a favor.

-Aaah!

-What's going on?

-Miss Cordier?

Miss Cordier!

Oh, dear...

Call

the police! -Yes.

-Something was was wrong.

It was a mess. I'm not going to list them all,

but if you look Paul, Hugo, Vincent, Antoine...

Anyway, I thought I had to rethink it

my romantic relationship with men.

I relied too much on my instincts which turned out to be flawed.

So I have to to be rational, objective.

That's why dating apps dating apps!

Have you heard of them? -No, I haven't.

-I'll show you. Have a look.

This is my profile with a nickname. Here you have a list

of objective criteria to fill in. The algorithm searches,

it matches you with someone who is also in the list,

so there's no room for coincidence. And me,

said, "No photo". Looks are too subjective.

-Mme Chassagne, I think it's great that you think it's great

but I don't see how I can be useful to you. A favor?

-I was getting to that.

This morning, the algorithm suggested a match. A meeting.

What do you say?

And I was wondering if it was possible that you could ask

a technician in the security department

who's behind pseudonym. Davidson.

That's my game.

He looks great except that on these dating sites, there's

mythomaniacs. -Wait for it...

You're asking me to investigate a suitor?

-Yes, I am.

-Out of the question.

-Very well.

If you find me

cut into pieces, it happens all the time,

you'll look good with your procedure.

This may be the last time we see each other.

-What's going on?

-Nothing's the matter.

Yes ?

-An art restorer of works of art was killed

trying to recover a painting. Ad�le is already

on site. -Very good.

Well...

-I'll get it.

-Where are we now? 10 minutes max from the Louvre!

15mn, easy.

He mumbles.

-Captain!

Aren't you interested? -Yes, I do! Of course I am! I'm very...

-The scientist has arrived.

-And there it goes.

-He's been like this for two days. It's weird.

-Are you coming? What are you doing? -Coming...

The victim's is L�a Cordier. 32 years old.

4 stab wounds. Thorax and heart. Neighbors didn't see

the attacker's face.

No sign of forced entry. She must have known him.

-Did he have a painting? -Not a thing.

They're sure.

I beg your pardon.

Lt Attias...

-Apparently,

he didn't find what he was looking for.

-She was in labor.

-What?

-Her magnifying glass.

It's lit.

-Well, OK, so...

We imagine she was there in front of her painting,

working.

Then she sees someone pass by. -Yes...

-So she decides to hide the painting away from the others.

-If he left without the painting, then it must be here, Captain.

Right in front of us.

-Before our very eyes...

Why is the magnifying in the void?

It's to do this.

-Yes, it's a work lamp. -OK...

Anything underneath? -Not a thing.

Wait, pull! It moved! -I'm trying...

Bingo.

What's that?

-A standard. It was used a lot in Italy,

in the 15th century. The lamp!

-It's worth something,

this old piece of cloth? -It can't be...

It doesn't have the three fleurs de but the five red cakes.

It's the coat of arms of the Medici family in Florence.

-Right... And, er... Is this what the killer was after?

-I think it's a portrait by Sandro Botticelli

in 1475. It's...

It's exceptional.

Captain, this piece of cloth, as you call it,

is worth millions.

-Hell, all right...

-We need to send it to the Louvre lab,

right away. OK...

-right away. -Yes.

-I had a Mr. Leroux, Cordier's boss.

According to him, she worked

on any valuable chart. -Leroux?

-Yes.

-What's his studio?

-Rina... -...scimento.

-Do you know him? -He works

at the Louvre.

-What?

-Restoring a Botticelli fresco.

Watch your step. -Thank you.

-In the 15th century, participants in tournaments wore the colors of

a lady on a standard.

-Whos one did we find?

-I'm looking for her. I'm looking for her.

Simonetta Vespucci, the most beautiful woman in Florence. She is

graceful. -Yes, she is.

-Botticelli fell in love with her beauty.

-I see. -She died at 22. Take a look,

it's her. See it? There's an air of resemblance, eh?

He no longer painted portraits of Simonetta because she died young,

and then all the women he painted were like... Pictures

of Simonetta.

-Dream images? -Yes. As if to keep her alive.

It's as if L�a Cordier has found the source of her inspiration

of one of the world's greatest painters.

Shall we visit Leroux in his studio?

I've got my pass.

-Leroux...

-M. Leroux?

-Yes? Hello.

-F. Chassagne. I work at the musee du Louvre, we've met.

Cpt. Verlay. We both work together.

We'd like a word with you. -I thought you might.

I know about Lea.

I'm stunned. She was our our best restorer.

-I'm so sorry for your loss. -Thank you.

-When was the last time was the last time you saw her?

-Uh... At home yesterday morning.

-At home?

-Yes.

-What was she doing at your place? -I have another workshop.

We were preparing the products for the frescoes.

-Right.

Anything in particular?

-We had a fight. Some bullshit.

We're not easy characters.

-All right.

Did you see her again? -No, I didn't.

She left my house.

-You weren't worried? -We fight sometimes.

It lasts a day or two. -L�a Cordier had already told you

about this standard?

-A Botticelli! -I think so.

-But I've never seen it!

-We just discovered it. See, if I zoom in,

right there... -(Can we do that later?)

-(We'll do that later.) -We'll continue back in our offices

because you were the last person to see her alive.

-It was a little argument over a technical thing. She didn't want

to risk damaging the fresco. For me, we had no choice.

-M. Leroux, after his departure, you sent him... How many?

46 text messages.

I don't call that "a little argument".

In the end, you threaten to fire her, ruin her career.

-OK. The words exceeded my thoughts.

So what?

What's that got to do with this standard?

-Did she take it from you? -From me?!

The standard in my house... You've got proof

of this?

-Not yet.

-I'm not talking about any standards.

-Perhaps you didn't realize realized she'd stolen it.

-Simonetta, she was so...

So beautiful. The "Unparalleled".

-French in the text. The language of courtly love.

Well, well... Talking of courtly love!

-Who's he? Ah... He's your knight.

In short,

you are his muse.

-You could say that. -Like

the beautiful nymph invites man to follow her in contemplative love,

it will be divine perfection touched by earthly beauty.

-Not too contemplative.

Platonic love was perhaps a renaissance ideal

but it's not my thing. Shall we read what my knight wrote to me?

" I'm just

"a man like any other."

Great

He could tell me more.

Doesn't want to talk to me, or what? -Florence, you're just in time.

I've got my carbon-14 dating. It gives us a date between 1460 and 1495.

For Botticelli that fits. -What about the coat of arms?

With the hyperspectral camera, we could see the fleurs-de-lis.

-I'm trying to do this quickly. -Can I ask you a favor?

I've got this. Could you analyze it for me?

-What's in it? -It was on the nails

of the victim. She was restoring a painting but I don't know what it is.

-Yeah, well... Am I working for the police now?

-Hello.

-Vincent, you're back, it's good to see you.

-What's up?

-They're still trawling through the history of L. Cordier on the Internet.

-Research on the standard? -Yes, the day before his murder.

-What about it? -She didn't have it before.

She stole it from Leroux.

-We found no link to him. -They searched

in his e-mails? His hard drive? -Yes, they've started.

-Nice cut, that jacket.

Do you think I'd look good in it or not?

-Er...

-Huh?

-Do you want the store's address? -No... What's this? Italian?

You look nice in it. -Thank you.

-Huh?

I'll take a look to see if I can find one.

Chassagne!

-About time.

What's with the appointment? I feel like a KGB agent.

Is it Florence?

-No, it's nothing like that.

It's got nothing to do with your daughter, it's...

I registered on a dating site.

I know what you think, no need to answer that.

And the algorithm offered me a match.

-A match? -With a girl who looks great.

And I feel

that she wants me to write something about me, like things I like,

what I eat...

-I get it. So what? -What it would take :

I'll give you the ideas, and you put them into shape.

Please...

I'm no writer, and I'm feeling uncultured. I'll look stupid.

-Are you asking me to pick up a girl for you?

-Right away the big words. -What's that, then?

-I only know two intellectuals. You and your daughter. I'm not going to

ask Florence that. -Jean-Marc, you have the results

from the hyperspectral camera?

-Not yet.

But I did analyze the product on the restorer's fingers.

It's just undercoat paint.

-Are you sure?

*-Yes, I'm sure.

At the Louvre, we know how to recognize that. -OK, thanks. Kisses.

Has anyone seen Cap. Verlay?

-Please...

-Well... -Please!

-Please...

All right, but listen carefully.

I'll write one letter. But no more.

-OK. -OK?

-Great.

Ah well, uh...

It's your daughter. I'll be right back.

Mme Chassagne? *-I need to talk to you.

-I'm shopping.

-Lea Cordier had undercoat on her nails.

*-OK. I'm on my way to OCBC. -Restorers don't use

undercoat.

It's put on a white canvas before painting.

-She wanted to paint a picture.

-No, she didn't.

She wasn't painting. Something doesn't add up. Let's go back to her place.

Meet me there.

Ah!

-Wait...

It annoys me when hung up on like that.

What exactly are we looking for?

What are we looking for?

-These... White canvas.

Look...

It's like a little relief.

-Cardboard, isn't it?

What's this?

Oh... Easy...

Easy, easy, easy...

-It's a picture. The standard...

-Why did you hide it?

Who's this? -I know who he is.

-Go ahead, who is it?

-Francois Derosset, a collector.

-We'll interrogate him. -It can't be true.

-Why can't it be? -He died about 6 years ago.

-Crap. -Murder.

-On November 8, 2016, they found the body of F. Derosset

with a bullet in his chest.

His gun. He would have surprised an employee stealing his collection.

-Any sign of a struggle?

-Yes. The employee's DNA was under Derosset's fingernails.

The gun would have gone off in the scuffle.

-OK. Did they arrest the woman?

-No. She ran away. Been missing 7 years.

-I'm sure what she stole,

is Botticelli's standard. -The investigators knew

that he owned it? -No. It's not inventoried.

I don't know how Derosset got it back but it seems like trafficking.

-It's not a coincidence.

Lea Cordier found the photo with the the standard. And if she had found

the standard at the murderer's house? What do we have on her?

-An art expert. She was helping Derosset

with his acquisitions. Claire Jodelle, age 39.

-Jodelle, Jodelle...

It seems familiar to me.

Let me see the "Lea Cordier" folder.

I feel like I've seen that somewhere. Jodelle...

"Christophe Jodelle".

Lea worked before going to Leroux.

Claire is his wife. Christophe Jodelle is the link between them.

-Well played.

-Mr. Jodelle?

-Yes.

-Cap. Verlay, police judiciaire. -Hello, Florence. Florence Chassagne.

-We have

a few questions.

-I haven't seen my wife and I don't know where she is.

-Wait a minute.

Do you know this person? -Yeah, it's Lea.

Lea Cordier. She worked for me. Why do you ask?

-She was killed yesterday.

Can we come in?

-Yes, yes... Come on in.

Wait for me

in the living room. I'm going to wash my hands.

-Thank you.

-Look...

He painted his wife Botticelli style.

-How long does that take?

-I don't know. I imagine

it takes weeks. -Weeks?

-A 2nd. -He must be

very much in love with his wife.

-(Captain...

(Come and see...

(Wow...)

-(He's completely nuts.)

-You must think I'm crazy.

-Well... -I don't.

-No.

It's just that...

Did you paint all the portraits of your wife?

-Yes. -Yes, I...

-It allows me to live without her.

-But... Why do you imitate Botticelli's style?

-Claire and I were very fond of him. We met through him.

-Ah...

He's your favorite painter.

-You could say that. Well... You wanted to talk to me about Lea?

-Yes, I did.

Did you know her well? -Not especially.

She worked for me for 3 years. Never had a complaint.

-OK. And your wife, did she know her?

-Why do you ask? -We think

that Cordier's murderer was looking for an standard that your wife stole

from F. Derosset.

-What?! -An standard like that.

Have you ever seen it?

-Looks like a...

-Yes, it's a Botticelli.

It speaks to you. He's your favorite painter.

To go from Claire to L. Cordier, there had to be an intermediary.

Someone who knew both of them.

*-When my wife disappeared,

*I gave up.

The restaurant business, colleagues, friends...

7 years since I've seen Lea. She's gone gone to work for Guillaume.

-Guillaume Leroux?

-It was thanks to me that she she entered his workshop.

He was a... friend. -And now, what do you do?

-I wait.

I'm waiting to find out what happened to Claire.

And contrary what you think,

she would never have gone without telling me.

-If she had warned you, what would you have done?

-I don't understand.

-Just imagine. She steals the standard

and accidentally kills the owner.

What would you do?

-I'd call the police.

-At no time you'd think you'll keep the standard?

-No. -Just a moment! Lea Cordier

has that thing somewhere! -Lea never set foot

in my house.

I didn't kill her.

-Antoine, can I see you? It's important.

We have a photo of Derosset with the standard.

-How does it look? -You'll see.

They enlarged the reflection

in the glass.

They brightened the image.

-But it's...

-Claire Jodelle. -She's taking the picture.

-And the lady there? -Carole

Demailly, art dealer. -She sold

the standard to Derosset.

-That's right... -I saw

Francois shortly before his death.

What's it to you?

We'd known each other for 20 years.

-You've never seen the standard? -No, I haven't.

-There's a little reflection

in the photo.

We had this little reflection enlarged.

And it looks like this.

And we enlarged enlarged.

And then... Oh...

It looks like you.

Huh?

-Yeah, well... That's funny.

It's you.

It's a shame to lie to us.

It's not very chic.

-We know you sold the standard to Derosset and that Claire

accidentally killed her boss to steal it.

But we don't know

what happened next.

-I have no idea.

-Did you have any contact with Claire?

-Only at the sale. She did the appraisal.

-She didn't call you back

after the robbery? -Why would she do that?

-You know, when people lie, weirdly, I imagine things.

-The same! -Really?

-I imagine the worst.

-There you are.

I'm thinking reselling the standard, doubling the bet, it's interesting.

-I had no interest in selling this standard.

-You didn't?

Why not?

-Because it's not a Botticelli.

-Yes, Florence.

-How about it?

-The Louvre lab put the standard

under the hyperspectral camera. -Finally. What does it look like?

-The coat of arms has been touched up recently.

-Crap... -That ain't no Botticelli.

-OK. So who.., who painted this thing here?

-It's not a "thing." -You know what I mean.

Who painted this... standard? -No, I don't know.

All art deserves respect. -I quite agree. Who painted it?

-A student

of Botticelli. Everyone wanted wanted Simonetta's portraits,

so he delegated to his students.

-So Demailly had it retouched

to make it look like a Botticelli.

-It's possible... Let me explain.

The Perudi family coat of arms, who are the sponsors

of the standard,

is six pears. The Medici's are these.

So all you had to do to erase a pear

and retouch the rest in red.

Magic.

Even Claire Jodelle was fooled.

-Damn...

Oh yeah...

So, how much is it worth, this thing?

-A hundred times less.

-She had pulled off the perfect coup. -Big, big, big time.

-Thank you.

Well...

When Claire killed Derosset,

did you know it was to steal the standard?

-It was the most likely thing.

-OK. And why is that?

-Before the sale, we had a little talk.

I wanted to put her at ease. But she needed to talk.

She was lonely.

She felt that her husband was letting her down, that she

was wasting her life.

She wanted to leave.

-She would have stolen the standard to get dough to leave.

-That's what I thought.

-Did she ever contact you again?

-No, she didn't.

*I swear to you.

-I really wish it was real!

-Don't you like it?

Giovanni was one of my best assistants.

-I'm not surprised. It's very successful.

It's your style. The subject staring at the viewer,

is strong. You're the the first that dared to do it.

-Maybe.

I've known a few imitators since.

-Like Mr. Jodelle.

-It takes something very strong to paint the same woman,

over and over again.

-As strong as you,

and Simonetta.

-He does everything not to forget her.

-Maybe...

Or is it to live with the guilt the guilt of having killed her.

-We had problems, like all couples.

-Apparently,

it was a little more than that. -"Apparently"? Says who?

The neighbors who heard us screaming?

Her father who hates me? They know nothing!

Claire never said she wanted to leave me.

We wanted to get through this together! -Wait a minute...

-I'd kill my wife and keep this standard in my house?

That's ridiculous! -Except you're the only one

who makes the connection between your wife and Lea Cordier.

-I didn't kill anybody!

Not my wife, not Lea!

-The problem: you have no alibi.

-Captain,

you're making making the same mistake

your colleagues made 7 years ago. You're looking in the wrong place.

Claire wouldn't have gone to Derosset on her own.

She was manipulated.

If she disappeared, it's because something's happened to her.

-I reread her statements

at the time. Nothing has changed. The Crim' found nothing.

-Are we missing something? -We're sure Cordier

didn't go to his house?

Did we search his cell phone, GPS... ? -Yes. Adele's on to it.

We'll let him marinate in the cell and you resume the interview tomorrow.

-That'll work. -Fine.

Good night.

Hm...

Aren't you going?

-Am I disturbing you?

-No...

-You want to make a call...

To a woman...

-No, I don't.

-It's okay, you can tell me, we're friends. "Brothers".

I'm dying to know. You don't have to tell me.

I'll ask questions, you just answer yes or no.

-Well, no.

-That's not funny. -I don't feel like it.

-Yes! First question. Is she sporty?

-Yes, she is.

I'm sporty, so she's a sportswoman. I'm such an idiot

to be with a cerebral. -No! Does she like art?

-Look, I don't have anyone. What I do have is work.

I'll leave you to it.

-I'm not leaving you.

-Monsieur has his secrets? -No, wait a minute,

I can see you watching me.

-Last thing. Do you at least

have a little photo? I have no comment.

-Picture? Now smile.

3,2, 1...

But why is it ringing?

Why is it ringing?

Why do you ring? -So you can hear.

-Discreet!

-So, how does it look? -Well... Not good.

She talks about poetry and asks me if I know Politien.

-Politien? -Do you know Politien?

-Yes, he's a poet of the Italian Renaissance.

-OK... Well, er...

Then I put... "He's a poet de la Renaissance..."

-Wait for it,

we can do better than that. Step aside.

-Yes.

-You'll see, we're going to put her out of her misery.

"A damsel

"more than human in face..."

-OK... - "By lascivious zephyrs,

"pushed to the shore..."

-This is too much. We understand nothing.

-With women, you can never overdo it.

"Goes off on a shell..." -A big shell, then.

- "And it seems heaven enjoys it."

- "Heaven enjoys it"? That doesn't make any sense.

-Yes, it does.

- "It seems heaven to enjoy it.

"You'd think you could see in her goddess eyes,

"the sky laughs around her, and all the elements..."

That's Politian's "Stanzas"! -Yes. Angelo.

-It's incredible! The "Stanzas"! They were your inspiration

for "The Birth of Venus"? -Yes.

"It looks like the sea, the shell, true the breath

"of the winds."

I think your knight has very, very good taste.

-I love your accent.

Algorithms, they're magical.

He's asking me out tomorrow night.

"You wouldn't want to continue this conversation

"over a drink? It would be nicer. Tomorrow night?"

-Sure.

- "Sure." -No!

Facing reality, always means giving up.

To renounce the ideal, perfection and beauty.

-Well, a real guy, if he's not too bad...

Well no, if he's even good-looking and nice, that's fine with me.

"With joy and pleasure to discover you.

"At last."

-Damn...

She said yes!

Yes!

-Told you! 50 years of experience,

will always make a difference. -You, you are...

I could kiss you.

-No, no, it's all right.

OK, fine.

What are you doing? How am I going to manage this?

I'll tell Alex to send me a message

to pretend there's an emergency?

But maybe... she's cute.

-Captain... -Are you okay, Adele?

-I'm fine. I couldn't find anything in Jodelle's computer.

Want to take a look? -Put it down.

I'll do it later.

(No, now.) -What are you looking at?

That one... -She's so beautiful,

Simonetta.

-You're thinking

that we'd be disappointed if we saw her for real?

I mean... You know...

We idealize a meeting. You think you're gonna meet her

and then you do.

But it would be great on you.

I mean, it's not the same person. It's you.

-But that's fine.

-That's what I say. It wouldn't not the same person. So...

-What's your point?

-No point. Just forget it. Can you get Jodelle to the interview room?

But you know, with you it would be great too! I mean...

You get the idea.

-Are you OK? You look strange? -It's confirmed,

he's getting weirder.

-I'll ask Alex to...

It's balanced and then... �

Are you OK?

-Hello!

-Hello...

-How are you?

Jodelle's received an e-mail.

-Find what's lost.

Go ahead.

Click on it.

-It's an ad.

-It's a Botticelli. This is the portrait

of Giuliano de' Medici. -The ads

with Botti what's-his-name, there must be plenty of them.

-Except that Julien de Medici, was Simonetta's lover.

Look at

the dove. It's a symbol

of fidelity. I'm sure it's not an ad.

Look for something. It's not a coincidence.

-OK...

"Click.

-Take a look, it's "The Birth of Venus".

-What's that, it's...

Oh, shit...

Shit...

Alex!

-If you'll just sign... -Here you go, Mr. Jodelle. Your belongings.

You may go home. -So I'm free.

-Yes. There is no serious evidence to justify your indictment.

We'll keep you up to date. Have a nice day.

I hope we're not doing something stupid.

Adele set up the equipment? -Yes, she has. We're all set.

We're plugged into her computer. -It's the best way

to get to her.

Claire...

-Well then,

let's recap. 1: Christophe Jodelle didn't kill his wife.

2: it blew up his mobile

for the murder of L�a Cordier. -3: Claire Jodelle is in Paris.

-So L�a Cordier could have come across her and snatched her standard.

-Claire could have killed L�a. -Yes.

-Sorry... It's exciting, but why

did Claire get back in touch with her husband after 7 years?

-I don't know, maybe she needs him.

-She didn't send him that video for nothing.

-She's bound to contact him again.

-Yes, through Botticelli. It's like a code.

-Like a code. Mme Chassagne...

She doesn't know that you're here to decode it.

-No, she doesn't. -Come along...

-Well, anyway, we're not going anywhere

until the message has arrived.

-Meaning? -We'll stay. We have to be ready.

-Even tonight? -Yes! All night if we have to.

Is that a problem? -Well, er... I do... I mean...

-Not at all. I don't have a problem with it.

-Nor do I.

-That's all right, then.

-Like all night? -All night long. Till dawn.

-Uh...

You let me know if there's anything. I'll be in my office.

-Still no.

message?

-Uh, no, no... No message at all.

-I'm sorry, but I have a thing. I won't be able to stay.

-I've got plans too. Can't I have something to do?

-I didn't say you couldn't. -So do I,

I'd rather be somewhere else, but work is work.

I'm a

a responsible guy, so I'm staying. -So am I,

I'm responsible. -Um...

-You could send me

the message, I'll decode it remotely, and voil�.

-It'll be quicker from here. -So you say.

Who's there

playing the trophy wife ? It's Bibi. I don't even know what I'm doing here.

I'm not the one chasing after Mrs. Jodelle.

-Damn,

you're selfish.

-What? What did you say?

-I said you're selfish.

-Excuse me, this is the world backwards! You call me

selfish? This is the pot calling the kettle black.

Mr. who thinks he's all alone in the world,

eyes glued to his phone, with a kind of smile...

Even Adele who never comments says you're weird.

-Weird?

-Yes! -A message.

-Well, then... -It's the same sender.

-Stay tuned. -She wants to be sure

that he'll be in front his computer tomorrow at 3pm.

-She wants to see him.

-Well, there you go.

You don't need me anymore!

Can I go now?

-She's right. If there's no message to decode,

we don't have to stand around like idiots.

-No need to stand around like idiots. -I know what you mean.

You can go now. See you tomorrow.

Have a nice evening. -Thank you.

Good evening, Captain. -Yes, yes...

-Commander, commander...

-Yes?

-Can I see you... 2 minutes?

-Now? -Yes. 2minutes.

I know this caf�... -You're safe here.

-This may sound ridiculous

but I've read a lot about serial killers...

-Right, then... What do we do? Should I frisk him?

-That's no fun. I really need your help. Please, come.

You're going to tell me what he's like. -What's he like?

-Well... If he's got a physique, for example.

-Well, I don't know your tastes. What do you want me to say?

-Tell me

if it looks dangerous. It's your job. Just a moment.

This book is our sign of recognition.

-All right.

-And here's the little chardonnay. Enjoy your evening, ladies.

-What's up? -Well, I don't see anything. Yes! With a book.

-How is it? -His book?

-No, it's not funny. Him.

-There's no-one.

Yes, there is.

I can see it...

He looks great.

-But... -He's all right. Really smart.

No, it's not.

Ah,

there.

-Is he ugly?

-No, he's not ugly.

He looks a little

ah... He's kind of like...

Antoine.

-Antoine?

That's not right!

-If you don't want someone who looks like Antoine, no.

-Wait, I...

I shouldn't judge on appearances. Do we have a deal?

Personality-wise, he may be nothing like Antoine.

-No. -Why "no"?

-Because it's Antoine.

-It can't be...

It's impossible. Can you see Antoine reading this?

-No.

But it's Antoine. -I know, I saw.

So,

thank you, commandant. I'll manage.

It's all right, sir. Take my book.

-Are you sure?

-Absolutely.

-A big mess.

-Good evening. Uh...

What are you doing here?

-What am I doing here?

-You can't be here. Sorry, I can't.

-It's a party

party? It doesn't look private, but...

-No, it's not private

but since I have an appointment, you can't stay.

-Are you interested in Italian poetry of the 15th century?

-Yes... No, it's not for me, it's for a gift.

-No offense,

Politien, it's really...

It's sharp.

-It is? Sharp?

-Daddy?

It's Politian's "Stanzas". -Angelo.

-It's incredible.

He's writing me Politian's "Stanzas".

-But wha...

What is she doing here?

Daddy, you can do whatever you want with Cap. Verlay.

-Honey, that girl didn't even even come. I promise you...

I know

You were just helping him. You do whatever you want. Macram�, knitting...

*I don't have time. Love you. -Floflo! Oh...

She hung up.

-Florence...

You're not troubled by such a coincidence?

Plato... Plato,

he says in "The Banquet"... -I know. The myth of soul mates,

blah, blah, blah... You find out that Cap. Verlay has

a soul mate?

-Love goes beyond appearances. That's a great thing.

-No, no naive Platonism. I've already had it.

Thank you. Now we're talking

in "Oedipus revisited". It's not the son who wants to marry his mother

but the father who's hitting on his daughter. -Don't worry.

Fate is stronger than anything.

-Fate has a strong back. I've got some words for that algorithm.

-Mme Chassagne,

we have to be ready for the message. -Yes, of course.

Coming. -Wait for it...

I'll... -What?

-I want to tell you... -No.

-Yes, I do. About last night...

-Don't worry, I've got it all figured out.

-What's that? -I've got my father. It's all taken care of.

-You spoke with your father

and it's all straightened out? -Everything. Go decode

the message. -Yes...

What the... What did he say to her?

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all products.

This is St-Augustin in his study.

-OK.

-Is it on show in Paris? -No. It's a fresco

in a church in Florence, in Botticelli's neighborhood.

-Does it

provide a meeting place? -What else?

-I don't know what else. Is this the original?

-This?

I'll have a look.

This is the original.

-Why is he smiling? -What's he smiling at?

-He's smiling.

He's decoded it. -I'm calling Adele.

-Hello? *-Where are we?

-He's not moving.

-If he comes out, don't let go. He's decoded the address.

*-Count on me.

-What's up?

Anything? -This is different.

-That's right.

-Yes, that's right.

This is the original coat of arms, of the Vespucci family.

-But what's this coat of arms?

-Just a moment,

I have an app for crests. I think it's...

here it is.

It's the Andr� coat of arms. Edouard Andr� was a great

collector in the 19th century, A renaissance enthusiast.

His private mansion is now a museum.

-Jacquemart-Andr�! There's a Botticelli there!

-This is the place. It's safe.

-What about the appointment time?

-This painting is famous for its sundial.

Have a look. -Holy...

-The needle is on the 1, and here on the 12.

-So noon.

-No. It's based on the time of sunrise. So it's 12h

after sunrise. -That would make it 8pm.

-So the meeting place, is Jacquemart-Andr�, at 8pm.

-In 5 hours.

Ad�le, the rendezvous will take place at the Jacquemart-Andr� museum.

*We'll meet there, hoping Claire is our number one suspect.

See you there.

-Christophe Jodelle

entered the museum. What's this?

-The Grand Salon. -He's heading for the Grand Salon.

-It's OK, he's just passed me.

He's heading to the Botticelli room.

-Copy that.

He's in. Nothing to be done until Claire Jodelle arrives.

-It's working.

*Adele, watch the entrance.

OK.

I see her!

-Where? Where do you see her? *-She's already upstairs.

She came in the other way. -You didn't see her come in?

-No, I didn't see her. -Adele, where is she?

-She'll be right behind you.

-She just passed me.

No one move. We wait to see what she has to say.

Something's wrong.

-Did she spot you? *-No.

-What's wrong?

-She's leaving. -I'm on my way.

-Claire... -Mr. Jodelle, stay with me.

-What are you doing here?

-I beg your pardon.

-Back stairs.

-Adele, I've lost her.

Can you see her?

-I lost her too. Too many many people. She's out of the field.

Zoom in.

Okay, I got it. What's this?

-The Music Room. -On your right in the Music Room.

-I can see her.

Please...

It's a mistake, I'm sorry.

This isn't her.

*She's gone.

-It's ok...

-Shit!

-Can I have a word with you?

It's urgent.

-We'll be right back, Mr. Jodelle.

What's the matter?

-I found Claire Jodelle's false identity.

She has papers in the name of Val�rie Devaux.

-What do customs say? -She arrived yesterday from Uruguay.

-Yesterday? -Sure!

She wasn't

in France when Lea Cordier was killed.

-It can't be her.

-OK, thanks.

-Shit...

Who's after your wife?

-Who?

You are! You're the one who set the trap.

-It's not because of us that she ran away. She saw something else.

There, that's you. There's your wife appears. She advances

towards you and suddenly stops.

She's seen someone. Does this silhouette ring a bell?

There.

-Did you notice it?

-I was looking at my wife! It's been 7 years since I've seen her!

We can't see her face. How can we be sure?

that she was afraid of this guy? -Because of this!

He got rid of it.

-In a garbage can.

-He wanted to kill her?

-Yes, he did.

And it was surely him who killed Lea Cordier.

He knew about the meeting. He arrived

right after you did.

-We know he didn't follow you. We were watching you.

-How did he know?

-We think he has access to your e-mail account.

-All right, let's... Let's recap.

3 days ago,

L�a Cordier was killed in her workshop.

2 days later,

Claire Jodelle arrives in Paris.

-Has the press been talking about the standard?

-Yes.

We'll have to to explain that it's a fake.

-Claire Jodelle

knew that the standard had reappeared and that a woman had died.

-She knew who owned it because she stole it.

-She knew who could have killed Lea. -And on the day

of her arrival, she reconnects contact with her husband

to arrange a meet at the museum.

-And some guy there wants to kill her. -From her reaction, she must know him.

-He wants to stop her from talking. -It's because

he's L�a Cordier's murderer.

-We must find her before he kills her or disappears.

This e-mail is the only way to get in touch with her.

-You'll have to be convincing.

-The killer... What if he gets my e-mail?

-Send a coded

message. -For an appointment today.

We'll make sure he can't follow you.

-I don't know how to code a message. -It won't really be code.

You spent 15 years with her. There's gotta be something

that only you know. No ?

-Nonsense.

Why would she agree another date with me?

She might think I've set a trap for her.

Why should she trust me?

Find something that moves her, that shows her that you still care

for her.

I don't know, a...

A gift you might have given her.

Or... A song you used to listen to

together. -I don't know.

-No?

-Wait...

It's...

It's "La divine com�die".

By Dante.

Illustrated by Botticelli.

A gift for our tenth anniversary.

It was a way of telling her

that I loved her as much as Dante loved Beatrice.

She was his muse... Her guide, her light.

-As Botticelli loved Simonetta.

That's good.

A drawing of Beatrice and Dante. It's perfect.

Plus, they're beautiful.

-What about the venue?

-Uh...

-Where did you two meet?

-Ch�teau de Fontainebleau.

I was restoring the "Renaissance Allegory".

-The Renaissance...

That's good.

No ?

-Yes, it's good.

It's very, very good.

Hum...

Well, it's your turn. We'll wait for you outside.

Do you think...

She'll be able to forgive him? -For what?

-Do you think she'll be able forgive him? Trust him again?

-I don't know.

-Seven years you've been gone,

"and seven years of hell.

"Do you remember Dante?

"For him, hell is like a frozen desert.

"Nothing to do with fire or flames.

"Now

"I know he's right.

"I feel the bite of the cold on my heart.

"Everything has stopped.

"The water inside me is frozen in ice.

"Please come back.

"Whatever the reasons for your silence, come back.

"I can help you.

"I love you."

-It's her.

- "OK, I agree, I'll be there." -What the...

Be right back.

She answered.

-Let's go!

What do you think? -She agreed.

She's going to the rendezvous.

-Wait a moment! The message

received by Claire Jodelle... The last sentence has changed.

- "Where the victim lies

"of the beggar.

-No. I had written:

"Where we met." -The killer intercepted the message.

-And changed the appointment.

-He must be found. "The beggar's victim", what does that evoke?

-I don't know.

The beggar, could be Savonarola.

-Savonarola?

-Who's that? -Savonarola?

-Yes. -He was

a Dominican preacher of the mendicant order

who opposed the Medici. Botticelli knew him.

-OK. And the victim? -Don't know.

-Did your wife study Savonarola?

-I don't think so.

-No?

-No! -Madame Chassagne, does that mean anything?

You always know everything! -OK.

The victim.., could be Botticelli.

That's really far-fetched. -No big deal.

-Savonarola thought Botticelli's painting too pagan.

-OK. Does it give you a location? -No, it doesn't.

-Shit.

-I'll do what I can. I'm going to think in silence.

-It wasn't you. -It always is.

Well, Savonarola... Ah, he's getting on my nerves!

Well, Savonarola, Savonarola, Savonarola... He's taking over

in 1495... No, 94.

The end of the century approaches, people are very afraid

of his apocalyptic predictions. People want to atone for their sins...

-He burned everything that could corrupt souls, incite

to sin. Fire everywhere.

-The Bonfire of the Vanities. He would have burned some of your work.

-He did.

So I walked away from the Medicis and all

my former sponsors.

Some ended up on "la forca".

I don't know how to translate it into French.

-The gallows. -Si.

-The gallows?

Your former sponsors?

Stay where you are.

Thank you.

The beggar's victim,

is Lorenzo Tornabuoni, hanged for opposing Savonarola.

-What does this have to do with the appointment? -He's the sponsor

of Botticelli's frescoes in the Louvre.

Have a look. There's Venus... There it is.

Your wife's over there. -Here we go. Go! Go!

-If you scream,

you're dead.

-What are you gonna do to me?

Kill me here in front of everyone? -You don't think I can do it?

I could rip your liver out and you couldn't do a thing.

It would hurt so much!

Listen carefully.

So bad you couldn't even scream.

You'd fall to the floor.

And by the time you realize it's not a malaise,

I'd be long gone.

-How did I ever fall in love with you?

I'm too good for you.

I'm going to leave him. I want to live with you.

-Soon. But it's too soon.

-You had it all figured out from the start.

It was easy.

I worked for Derosset,

I was your friend's abandoned wife...

You couldn't have asked for more. -It took you 7 years to figure that out?

Well done.

You know Derosset's apartment well. You've been there often.

After this, I assure you,

no more problems. We'll both go.

-Claire?

-Fuck, I killed him...

He's dead...

Guillaume, what do we do?

Call the police.

-No, we shouldn't.

You need to leave,

get away. -No ...

-Yes, yes... -I don't want to leave you...

-The police must not know we're together.

-And the standard? -I'll destroy it.

-What?

No...

No, no, no, no...

-It's evidence!

It's got your fingerprints on it.

-You killed that girl.

-She stole the standard. She had

the picture. That bitch was gonna blackmail me.

Come on, grab your bag and get moving.

-Come on, go, go, go!

-Police!

Drop the gun.

Drop the gun!

Do it now.

Drop the gun!

-Hurry up.

Hurry up!

One move, I'll light you up.

Hurry up!

-This way.

-We're going this way.

In here.

Sit there.

Take a seat.

Please wait, we'll come and get you.

-Is this your knight? -Um...

-Do you write to him?

-Yeah, well... I'm trying.

I don't want to be his muse anymore.

There's been a deception on the merchandise.

-Why is that?

-We're not talking about love here, but a huge misunderstanding.

Here we go. When we speak of the knight, we see his spear.

*-Good evening.

-Good evening. Excuse me but I have a very bad cold.

As a result, my voice completely broken.

I'm sorry. Uh...

I'm sorry for you.

So, uh...

Your video's off. Your screen is black.

Aren't you going to put your camera on? -No, I'd rather not.

*-OK... All right.

*Listen, um... I don't know if you made the appointment.

I don't know if you saw me with this girl.

Well...

*-No but, uh... Wait... Don't answer it,

*well, I'd rather not know.

Here, I, uh...

I wanted to...

Te... Te... To tell you that I've been thinking,

and I think that if we haven't seen each other...

I mean, it didn't have to happen.

*There.

-Excuse me, but I...

I just don't understand.

-Actually, I realized... that...

*Finally, the girl I'm talking about,

ah...

*I can't get her out of my head.

*That's why. I'm not ready to meet anyone else.

Uh... Hello? You still there? Since I can't see you, I...

*Hello?

-Yes...

*-Here we are. This girl,

I've done her a lot of harm

And, uh

I'm not finished with her yet.

*I'd rather be...

*To be honest with you.

I lied to myself a bit...

*I lied to myself a lot.

There you are. I'd rather not lie to you. We don't know each other,

it'd be stupid.

*So there... I'd rather leave it at that.

I'll just... I'm going to leave the conversation.

Uh...

Good-bye.

-Goodbye.

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