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*-Welcome to the mysterious and fascinating world

*of Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres.

*He's the one who painted it.

*If you want to discover

*one of the finest plots in the history of art,

*enter the game.

- How are you, Christian?

I've just seen Julie's project here. Did she finish it?

- She must have spent the night. Her stuff is here.

Ask her.

Do you want a coffee?

Don't answer me, please!

- Christian! Christian! Christian! Christian!

...

- You always contradict me. - But you're always exaggerating!

She came to take notes for her book, that's all.

- Frankly, she takes a lot of space.

Listen, the minister's wife adores her.

- Look there! She hasn't written anything yet

and she's already promoting herself!

- See? You're making a fuss.

- In your book,

where do you draw the line between fiction and reality?

- Ah!

It's a question that always fascinates the journalists!

No, but seriously, I want to offer my readers

immersion into an investigation, and Alexander -

Commander Pardo - gave me a very friendly welcome.

Madame Richter

will follow your investigators?

- That's right.

- So... We're in the process of discussing modalities

about Mme. Richter's participation,

but we're truly very honored... Sorry, I have to take this.

Yes, Madam Prosecutor,

a moment.

(I'll be right there.)

Yes, I'm listening.

All right.

- Good afternoon, gentlemen. Nobody home at the reception? What are these for?

- Patricia Richter, is she here?

- No, it's not for here. - Stop.

- Tell us more of this investigation. What's it about?

- All I can say is

that the Louvre Museum

will be one of my characters.

As for the hero, I already know him.

- Ah yes... - What is it?

"The Mystery of the Louvre" What the hell is this thing?

"Anthony Bellone." I've never seen such a cheesy character name.

Captain. Come and see.

- Huh?

- That's you! - Oh fuck!

Yeah, that's me.

- It's your head, that's all. - Yes, I know, it's me.

- Are you Anthony Bellone? - She wanted to draw inspiration from me,

and I said yes.

She was inspired by me to write... uh...

- Did you know about this?

- Well, yes. Oh no!

- It looks like a superhero.

- Is that you? - Yes, it's me.

Exceptional! - Stylish, eh?

- They exaggerated a bit

on the pecs.

- What? No! - Well, yes.

- Excuse me, but do you know what's in the book?

- We don't care, Madame Chassagne. It's a novel.

Who cares?

- Homicide at a virtual reality gaming company.

- And what does this have to do with OCBC?

- The victim was working on a project in the art world.

- OK. - That's it.

- Did you see that?

- No, it's not. Oh yes, great!

- Stylish, eh?

- Ah yes!

Do you like it? - Yes. It's good!

- Right, then. Shall we?

- Where? - He's leaving on an investigation.

- I'll come with you. Can you take

your microphone? Seriously?

- Just once.

- I'll get my bag. - Of course. Of course.

Siren.

...

- How long will this last?

- Just a month or two.

- No, no Captain! She just had to take notes, but not in the field!

With her contacts, in 8 days, she'll be running the OCBC. You'll see!

- Well, shall we? Let's go. Don't let a crime scene get cold!

- I love her. She's on fire! She's on fire!

- Does the "let's go" include us?

- Uh...yes, I think so.

Mme. Richter! Madame Richter!

The procedure requires that you wait outside for the moment.

- Absolutely. - Ah, alright.

- We'll come and get you.

...

- I hired Julie as an artistic director four years ago.

- Alright, then. What time did she usually arrive at work?

- Any time.

She was very committed and working like crazy on this project.

- This game dedicated to Ingres was your idea?

- No. It was an order from the French Ministry of Culture,

but Julie chose the painter.

She was fascinated by his world.

Sorry, but six months.

after the tender, only Julie

knew what was

contained in the game?

- She was a little paranoid.

Only she had a global vision.

- Captain, she's taking pictures.

Well, smile. OK.

She had relations? Friends?

- I honestly can't answer that.

She didn't say much about that either.

For Julie, it was only the job

that seemed to matter to her.

Captain!

I found something.

- OK. Excuse me.

- The camera at the entrance was disconnected at 23:02.

- And the game was launched immediately afterwards.

- Are you sure?

- Yes. Between 11.10pm and 11.38pm. From here, we control access to the VR room,

the virtual games room.

- And do you know who played?

No sorry. Someone who had the codes

from Julie's computer.

- And who has them? There's me, and some IT guys

she's brought in, perhaps.

- According to her car's GPS, she arrived at 11:55pm.

She must have received an alert.

on her phone when they broke into her computer.

- Time of death? - Between 0h and 1h.

Crushed cranium.

The killer must have used a statuette that was on her desk.

What about the shoe print?

- Partial, and given the brand, it could be anyone.

- Fuck, Wait! There!

Safety systems were activated at 11:40pm, just after the end of the game.

- What does it mean? - He wanted to erase a part

of the game.

Ah...

Now that's interesting.

So someone broke in here

to play this game.

He tried to erase part of it,

Julie interrupted him and he killed her.

- Yes, it's possible.

- The Game of Death.

- I beg your pardon? - That's my new title.

"The game that kills all who play it." This is going to be insane.

Do we know what he wanted to erase?

- Ah, no. That's impossible.

- We absolutely must know. The game is at the heart of the story.

It has its own personality.

- Ah yes...

- From what I've seen,

there's mystery, lust, and sex.

Ah, no.

Sex in an Ingres painting, no.

Eroticism, yes, but sex,

no. Whatever.

We asked to see the game, so

we'll see if anything helps us understand the motive behind the murder.

- That's just great. Come on, let's go.

- Do you just let that happen? - No.

Madame Richter! Isn't it this way?

If I hadn't said anything,

you would have let her play.

- Nonsense, Mme. Chassagne.

- Why do you think she uses you as a model, eh?

Let me tell you: because it manipulates you.

- Nonsense, Mme. Chassagne! That's exaggerating! "Manipulate!"

Are you afraid of something?

- I'm afraid...

that it damages us.

- What "we" are you talking about?

I don't get it.

You don't want us to be together,

there is no "we".

I'd like there to be a "we",

but there isn't any!

- I scanned your faces and programmed

your avatars.

- OK. Great.

- Red light comes on when you get too close

to a wall. Your gloves act as joysticks.

You just follow the instructions.

- It starts when you put on your glasses?

That's it. OK.

- I skipped the intro.

- That works. Thanks.

- Are you ready?

*-Welcome to the mysterious and fascinating world

*of Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres.

*He's the one who painted it.

*Some of these women have crossed the life of their creator.

- Please help me. They're going to capture me! Please help me!

- We're in the harem of the "Turkish Bath"!

Oh, I have a ring!

Captain, you're a eunuch!

Have you seen yourself?

You're a kind of...

*-Why has this one disappeared?

*Where is she?

*Get on the trail of this disappearance

*and discover one of the most beautiful art history puzzles,

*as well as the life and work of this great French painter.

*To enter the game, please press "Continue".

Go ahead, press it.

*-Let's start with the first riddle: "The woman who disappeared."

- Who is it?

Madame de Lauréal, the cousin of Ingres' wife.

"The Turkish Bath" is

his last painting. It contains all his memories. It was like

a will.

- And she disappeared?

- I don't know about that.

And who's she?

His wife, Madeleine Chapelle. She died ten years before he painted.

this painting. He was inspired by old drawings.

Why has this woman been kidnapped?

Here's a first clue: in 1813, Ingres paints one of the most famous women

of the Italian Renaissance.

Who is it?

The killer wanted to erase a riddle?

- I don't know,

but I know that the answer is Francesca, who was murdered.

- What? Her lover, Paolo,

was the husband's brother of Francesca, the husband who killed her.

Go ahead,

continue.

- Bravo. This is a painting of adulterous and tragic love.

Did the missing woman meet the same fate as Francesca?

In 1813, Ingres met a woman who looks a lot like her,

my cousin, whom he courts even though she's married.

Did she commit

adultery with him? Yes or no? - Well, no, because

he married you.

- Congratulations again. It's even thanks to my cousin

I met Ingres and we got married.

Nothing indicates that he was unfaithful to me.

Not everyone can say the same.

Mr. Garnier shamelessly leads a double life

- Who is this Garnier? A friend of the painter's?

- Doesn't ring a bell.

Wait, Garnier...

- He's Julie Delmas' boss.

Listen, Mr. Garnier. Your wife, your children, your teachers,.

I don't care.

Well, I'm just saying...

when it becomes a motive for murder, I'm interested.

- I didn't kill Julie.

I didn't kill her.

Hmm. Okay.

Why did she incorporate your infidelities into her game?

- For revenge,

for my wife to see, to blow up my family.

- Revenge for what?

- One month ago

we lost co-financing from the region.

So I asked Julie to reduce the cost and

shorten the game.

- OK. So what? - She went to speak with the banks.

She said I had enough money to finance everything.

She was furious.

I managed to calm her down, telling her

that if this version of the game worked,

we could consider making a longer version.

I thought it was settled.

- Except it wasn't, apparently.

- Yesterday,

I received a call from an actress

who recorded one of the voices for the game

and who warned me that Julie had asked her

to add a personal passage about me and about...

- Your infidelities?

- Maybe, I don't know. Yeah.

OK.

So you went to your office, turned off the security cameras,

and you saw it was true.

So you try to delete

everything you've seen, except that Madame Delmas arrives.

- I was already gone when she arrived!

- Except you have nothing to prove it.

No cell phone, no GPS on your car, nothing.

So, well...

There's a knock on the door.

- What do you think? Is it interesting? Does it give you ideas?

*-Did she want revenge?

- It's a bit cliché. You're better to exploit the game's story.

- Oh! I agree with you.

"The Game of Death", it makes me love it so much.

- Could you help me?

- Of course! Anything you want. - I wrote

the beginning of a plot.

Would you mind

taking a look?

- It's an honor, Mme. Richter!

Thank you! With pleasure!

Except I don't know much about writing.

I wouldn't know what to say. - I want to avoid

making mistakes when talking about your police business:

grades, technical terms...

- I know all about that!

Too cool! I'm off! - Thank you, Adèle.

- OK, we didn't find the right shoes at his place,

but he wasn't going to put them away in a cupboard!

His wife doesn't recognize. these shoes as his.

- She doesn't even know with whom he sleeps.

- That's right. - The prosector

will say, "We're running out of cookie crumbs to follow."

- This external hard drive found at his home must have belonged

to the victim.

- What's on it?

- Impossible to open. It's secured

by a password and secret question.

Look at the question.

"What is the naked instrument

"of my revenge?"

- That seems to indicate it was Julie Delmas', right?

- The mention of a nude isn't necessarily a reference to Ingres.

- Yes, but this morning,

Garnier called a certain Sarah Martin.

- Sarah Martin? - Yes, the art historian. You know her?

- Yes, she's really a master in the art world.

She wrote books on Ingres.

- I'm sure the disk drive belonged to Julie.

Garnier called this Sarah Martin

to decode the secret question.

- What would the disk contain?

- I don't know. Garnier must be thinking

that Julie Delmas kept other compromising stuff about him.

- And it would provide cookie crumbs for the prosecutor, of course.

I didn't know Julie was dead when he called me.

He just asked me

if this question had anything to do with Ingres. I had no idea.

- OK. How does he know you?

- I helped Julie with her game.

In a way it was me who had given her the idea.

- What do you mean by that?

- We met through a mutual friend.

One evening, at a dinner party,

I spoke to Julie of my work on Ingres.

I saw her face light up. It fascinated her.

She was inspired.

- Mme. Martin, we need to access those files.

Have you any idea what the answer is to that question?

- No, I'm sorry.

"The naked instrument of my revenge", doesn't make sense to me.

- Ingres painted female nudes out of personal taste,

but above all because they were standard in Rome.

"The naked instrument of my revenge", doesn't make sense.

- And what revenge?

- I don't see what it could be.

- Couldn't it be something like revenge porn?

- Revenge porn?

- Yes, your painter may have

been dumped,

and he displayed... - No, there was no "revenge porn"

with Ingres! Don't insist!

"Revenge porn"...

- Obviously, if something comes to mind,

you call us. - Of course you can.

Goodbye.

- Are you okay, Adele? What makes you laugh like that?

- A report.

- A report? May I see it?

- No, because

I really have to get going.

- A report...

- Yes, I took it

from Julie's office to find out what else she had

to throw at me. - But you don't know what.

- Fuck, I wish I knew or I wouldn't have tried to open it!

*-I'll be right back.

Stay with him, please. Thanks.

What does the prosecutor say?

- She insists:

no new serious clues, no indictment.

- Fuck... Damn it!

- What do we do?

- Let him rot in a cell for a while. He might talk.

- And Florence?

- Complicated.

It's not that I'm thinking about her.

I think it's difficult not to think

of her, you know? We're meant to be together.

- I was talking about the investigation. What's the status?

- Ah.

She'll keep us posted as soon as she finds the code.

- All right.

But will you be alright?

- Yes, I think so. She's sure to find it.

- But your relationship to Florence?

I'm a little worried. - What are you worried about?

You won't have to worry.

I have to tell you every slightest thing?

I just want to stop thinking about her.

It's the investigation you're worried about. - But it...

- So don't worry. Really.

You sound like my mother.

- His mother?

- "Naked instrument of my revenge"...

"Instrument of my revenge".

What is this revenge?

You wouldn't have wanted get back at her

because she refused your advances?

- Thanks to Mme. de Lauréal I met the love of my life

at last!

- Yes, it's not very logical.

Why focus

on women? I had a lot of enemies.

Critics, for example.

- That's right.

It's true. You moved to Italy

after winning the Prix de Rome.

You think this is a glorious beginning and then,

there's the Salon of 1806,

and you get massacred by the critics.

Worse than that, in fact. They humiliated you.

They accused you of setting art back four centuries.

It's a good reason for revenge.

- They understood nothing of my work.

- Yes, but it doesn't work.

It doesn't work: you don't represent these critics

naked.

...

"La Baigneuse Valpinçon."

You sent it to France after your humiliation.

It was one of the paintings you used to avenge your critics.

So they'd make amends made to you,

and to consecrate your talent. Certainly.

But it's not with this picture that I wanted to reclaim Paris.

-But it's one of your most famous nudes,

underlined by the purity of the design.

And poverty of

color.

But again, forget the women.

Female nudes had no academic

value.

Not noble enough, it seems.

- But, of course.

But, of course!

You had to face your master, David, on his home turf:

the male nude. The only one accepted by the Academy.

The female nude was too erotic, too vulgar.

"The nude instrument of my revenge", that's it!

"Oedipus confronts the Sphinx".

- I didn't reach my goal.

- To be accepted and recognized by your peers? You're right.

You've totally drawn breasts on the Sphinx, pointing

towards the sky. And you get the impression that Oedipus will caress

the tips of the nipples.

A question of moral integrity. It's not crazy crazy.

Everyone thinks you're an academic, classical painter.

Not at all. You're a very big provocateur.

Listen to this:

"While their affair was developing in secret,

"Chantal and Anthony..."

They're laughing.

- Am I disturbing you?

Show it to me. It looks funny.

- It's work. The Commander... uh....

- Well, Madame Chassagne? You need help with something?

- What's with the red folder? - I don't know. Are you okay?

Ah, here's your daddy.

- Commander! - Good afternoon.

- Yes! Floflo...

I've got the answer

to your little secret question.

Good news. Is this a joke?

How does he know? - It's Mme. Richter.

- I thought you weren't talking to her.

- I made artistic recommendations for her next book.

- What?! But you couldn't stand each other!

- Yes, but we had a little chat. I was completely wrong about her.

Anyone can change their mind.

I'll be able to raise awareness of art history.

- Yes. - Pierre!

- "Pierre"?

- Here, thank you.

Madame Chassagne, your father is in fact a wonderful man.

Since Antoine told me

you were in trouble, I took the liberty of asking him.

After all..,

he's the best art historian of the last 50 years.

- Mme. Richter, you make me blush.

So what?

Did you find it?

- Yes, it's... - Oedipus.

- Did you know that?

You made a list of themes in

Ingres' paintings too? Wasn't it obvious?

- It was obvious for me, yes.

Super.

Let's check it out right now in my office. Please come in.

You're welcome.

- I'll take it back. Thanks.

- Are you coming?

- I enter the answer...

- Oh fuck, it worked.

- Well done, Pierre.

- You're welcome, Mme. Richter.

There's just

a video. Click on it.

- Is that the game?

No, it's the decor

of the game.

- But it's Julie Delmas.

Ah... Who is that?

- It's Sarah Martin.

That's the art historian.

What are they doing?

- Seems clear to me.

Mystery,

lust, sex... I'm beginning to like this story.

The clock tower bell rings.

...

- Yes, I helped Julie at the beginning.

She needed to learn about Ingres,

and it brought us closer together.

- Closer together, yes...?

- She was beautiful, intelligent. She liked me. You know what I mean?

And why

did you hide it from us?

- It's my private life.

And then it was over

between us. - There was still a murder.

In your email exchanges,

you call her...

- "My pearl".

You know as well as I do that in Latin, She's called "Margarita".

Like the first name of "La Fornarina",

by Raphaël.

And you also know

that "La Fornarina" fascinated Ingres.

For him, she was...

How can I put this?

She was the symbol of seduction. - Seduction, yes.

- Absolutely.

- It was a game between us.

It amused her greatly.

Sorry, but in an email, which is less than a week old,

you still call her "my pearl".

- I had a little more trouble mourning our history than she did.

This is Olga, my wife.

- Come to think of it, this pearl story

also speaks of the triangular relationship

between La Fornarina, Raphaël and his fiancée.

- Julie asked you to play in her game, and you agreed.

- I've known Julie for seven years. I'm an actress,

so of course I accepted to participate in the game.

- It's still twisted.

She offers you to play Ingres' wife

while they're having an affair.

- Listen, Olga knew nothing.

I'm so sorry. - Stop.

It's fine.

You can sleep with little girls

to feel younger.

- Stop.

- Except that it's me who introduced you to Julie.

- Mme. Horovitz, where were you on the night of the 12th?

- I was out of town for my work. I came home late.

- What time?

- Three o'clock in the morning.

- Can you confirm this?

- Yes.

- But it doesn't tell me what you were doing before that.

- Captain, this is crazy.

Do you really believe Olga capable of killing someone?

- I don't know.

In fact, it doesn't seem to be going well with your companion.

I say that because...

We found this video. This.

This is video surveillance

in front of your home.

It's three days old.

...

I don't know what you're saying to her, but they look like threats.

What do you say?

We'll ask an expert to read your lips.

We'll soon find out.

- There's no need.

I said, "Touch her again

and I'll kill you."

OK.

So the time is 11:42 a.m. Mme. Horovitz,

you are in custody for death threats against Julie Delmas.

Take Mme. Horovitz to the cell please.

I'll call the prosecutor.

- I didn't kill her. - Come on, let's go.

Thank you.

...

- "Chantal was hiding behind her art history books,

"when only carnal love would have broken the dullness of her life.

"The slightest brush made her shiver..."

- "Chantal couldn't take it much longer, hiding from the obvious..."

- "She burned with desire for Anthony Bellone."

- "This delicious torture was getting worse every day."

- "He alone was capable

"of awakening in her this sleeping volcano."

- "He alone was capable of awakening in her this sleeping volcano."

How are you? Did you have a good laugh?

Everyone's read it, haven't they? What's the funny part?

The nerd in love with Bellone will loosen her up and reveal

true love in bed?

What's the phrase again? I can't find it,

but it's so memorable

I remember it...

"He, who awakens in her a sleeping volcano". Hilarious.

I laughed a lot. - I don't get it.

I got the prosecutor.

I'll release Garnier.

We'll grill Horovitz tomorrow.

- OK, that's great.

- Wow. What's up? What's going on?

- It happens that your Anthony Bellone,

as I explained to the Commander,

has a colleague called Chantal Flossagne. Amazing!

She's kind of a nerd who's

lost in her books. Does it mean anything to you?

- No, but... What's the matter? Is there a problem with that?

- Not for you: you are the virile, courageous hero.

Whereas I'm a vase.

A frigid vase.

- No,

but it's not you,

Madame Chassagne. It's a character. It's not you.

- Of course it wasn't me! I'm not a trophy wife!

And I'm not frigid!

Anyway, it's my colleague she's taken as a model,

and it's my father for whom she did a belly dance after

hiring him! - But...

Let me be very clear:

if Patricia Richter continues to write here, I'm handing in my resignation.

- What? - It's either her or me.

It's either her or me.

I'll have to call the office.

of the Minister, they approved her presence.

- What?

Say something.

- He has to call the minister.

I don't know.

- I'm fine.

It's okay, I get it.

In any case, you don't need me anymore,

you have a suspect.

Am I dismissed?

But no,

Madame Chassagne.

- It was a pleasure. The phone is ringing.

- Wait!

Hello? Antoine, wait! -Goodbye, everyone.

The alarm has gone off at the gaming company!

- Come on, let's go!

Excuse me!

...

Where did he go?

Here we go.

...

A door slams shut. Antoine !

Antoine, the gate! The gate!

- Fuck!

- What's up? - He took off.

- I'll call Adèle.

Adèle,

send the STP and ask the surveillance company

to send the videos.

- Wait, it's the same print as at the crime scene.

It was the killer.

- It's 10 minutes before our arrival in Julie Delmas' office.

- He takes the hard drive from his victim's desk...

And he takes the other geek's computer.

Why is he taking this computer?

He's checking something on the screen.

- Try zooming in.

I know her.

- Really?

- It's the actress who plays the missing woman,

what's-his-name's cousin. Can we read the text?

"To find out where I've gone, go see old Bertin.

"He has one thing in common with the musician."

It's still an enigma.

*-You have reached the answering machine.

*of Florence Chassagne. Leave me a message. Thank you.

*Antoine, if that's you, please leave me a message.

It's Antoine.

You said "I've handed in my resignation" and all that,

and I wanted to know what it meant.

I mean, I know what it means, but what...

What that means.

Okay. Finally. Here goes. May we talk to each other, that would be nice.

I send you my love.

Anyway, a big kiss...

I don't kiss you just as you think,

I kiss you...

Why steal this computer? What was in it?

Mr. Bernard, the killer didn't steal your computer by chance!

Aren't you going to answer?

Well, Antoine, you can show him the...

- "Go and see old Bertin."

What kind of riddle is this? She wasn't in the game.

- She was in the first version, the long version.

The long version?

It was abandoned due to lack of financing.

- Yes, but Julie had started working on it before, and...

- And what?

- She wanted to finish it.

And how did she

plan to do it?

- She had a few things already completed.

- Where are these elements?

- On hard disk.

- She was putting her hard drive away

in this drawer?

- I don't know. I guess so.

- OK. And why did this riddle end up on your computer?

- Julie had asked me to help her,

to integrate it at the end of the game.

And you did

behind your

boss's back.

It couldn't have been easy to say no to Ms. Delmas.

She was quite charming.

And then a good geek like you doesn't get hit on very often.

She charmed

you a little.

- In any case, I didn't want to do it anymore.

- Okay, so that's why she threatened you.

- But, no. But, yes.

- A deleted message has been found in your mailbox.

"Do it or I'll ruin your life. I'll tell Christian everything."

- Listen, the problem is

you have no alibi for yesterday nor for the evening of the murder.

So we start to ask questions.

- Do you believe him? - That's not the point.

Pushing the slopes and see what falls out.

*-The enigma access is a sequence

hidden in the game, and switch to the next step,

in the long version.

And this hidden sequence, has it been put in?

- Yes, but Christian called it off.

What?

- Ms. Delmas had a tendency to mix her game with reality.

The sequence contains something compromising about you?

- What? No!

- It should be accessible. - Without it, we're just imagining.

- I don't know how to get there.

And I didn't have the solution to the riddle.

- "Go see old Bertin."

He was a newspaper boss

under Louis-Philippe. Ingres painted his portrait.

"He has one thing in common with the musician."

It could be the woman with guitar in "The Turkish Bath",

but I don't see one thing in common between the two.

For me, it's gibberish.

- Are you sure? - I'm an art historian,

I don't play guessing games. For that, you have my daughter.

Your daughter

flew out of here.

- Really? She can be touchy.

- Well, let's get on with the questioning of V. Bernard. The prosecutor wants to know

what's in that sequence of the game.

- Wait.

I may have an idea.

- In 1815, I was as idle as you.

When the empire fell,

the French left Rome like a sinking ship.

- Your customers left you,

but you stayed in Italy. - In Paris, I was humiliated.

- You're too proud. You'll be reunited with your colleagues.

as if nothing had happened? - Oh no! Not the same thing.

I've made a living

drawing portraits.

- But me, I'm not here out of spite.

The Louvre is my home. On the contrary, I'm rather...

... at peace, to be honest.

Phone vibrates.

Ah.

My father.

*-Hello, Floflo?

- To what do I owe this honor? I thought all your thoughts

*were about Richter.

- How are you?

*-OK, you got something. Ask me.

- Ah no! I mean... All right, then.

I have a quick question for you.

Here it is: Madame Richter had an intuition last night.

*One sentence came to her, just like that.

You know, inspiration, you can't explain it.

She asks me what I think, and I'm very annoyed

because I don't understand what she means.

- Why are you calling me? Ask her.

*I'd like to have something

intelligent to respond with. Can I read you the sentence?

- I'm listening. *-"To find

"where I've gone, go and see old Bertin.

"He lives next door to me. He has one thing in common

*"with the musician."

*Bertin, I see who it is, but the common thread...

- OK, dad, can you

*pass me Pardo or Verlay. - What?

*-Stop your circus, I know they're right next to you.

- It was an inane idea.

- Mme. Chassagne.

- Hello, Captain? Can you hear me?

- Yes, I hear you.

*As long as Patricia Richter remains with OCBC,

*and continues writing nonsense about me,

*no, not nonsense, ignominious slander

about me, I won't be taking part in this investigation!

*Is it clear?

- Madame Chassagne, it's very... *There's no "Mme. Chassagne"!

There's Richter, there's no investigation.

No arms, no chocolate. [French phrase]

*I'm hanging up now.

*Tone.

- And so? What did she say?

- Why are you looking at me like that?

- "Go and see old Bertin. He lives next door to me."

- He had built a small neoclassical château

near Bièvres, and his son was one of my students.

- That, I know.

But your wife's cousin,

she never lived next door to him, did she?

- Of course not.

- Wait.

It means... You didn't want to participate

in this investigation anymore.

- That's true, but I can't help it.

I can't help it. It's...

It's a disease.

Antoine knocks.

- May I come in?

Uh... I... I'd like to talk to you.

I mean, excuse me.

It's true that

I like that Richter chose me as a model for her book.

But I read what she wrote about you, and it's true

she's going a bit too far.

- Not just a little.

Quite a lot, in fact.

- Very far, yes.

Look, I talked to her

and she's ready to rewrite your character.

- I hope it will be a great character.

A nice girl

that you want to like,

modern... a modern girl... - A bit zany,

but endearing, charming, sparkling,

uh...

- Thank you.

Thank you for your apologies and for coming all the way here to do it.

You're a nice guy.

I've got something for you.

- Really? I thought of your Monsieur Bertin

and the musician.

- Any ideas?

- Come with me.

Vincent Bernard may have killed so we don't see the sequence?

- I don't know yet. We'll know more when we've solved the riddle.

- That's for sure.

Captain, meet Louis-François Bertin. This portrait by Ingres is famous.

- So what?

- When she says "He lives next door to me",

she means they're neighbors here, in the museum: Julie Delmas

wanted the second part of the game

to be through the Louvre.

- So what's the common denominator?

There's one thing in common between the two paintings?

- Absolutely.

She's the musician.

I'll get it.

In general, what I'm looking for...

Just say it. - ... you find it. - There you go.

It's true, when you're looking, you find. But here,

I don't see how these two paintings have anything to do with it.

Huh?

What's going on?

What's up? What is it?

- You see the birds, there, on the frame?

Yes, I see them.

Birds.

- Little birds. And there, in the fabric under her buttocks,

the little orange stripe...

Come closer.

What do you see?

- A bird.

- Birds. One bird. Call the Commander.

I'm sure of myself. - Is that what you think it is?

- I... I... call him.

*-Press "Continue".

You're hot. Thank you, Adele.

We're ready, Antoine!

*-OK. Can you hear us?

- Yes. - Commander,

*you see a blue fabric with a small coffee table next to it?

Yes, I can see the fabric.

*-On the fabric, there's an orange stripe, see?

- Yes. Absolutely.

*-A little bird is embroidered on it.

- Yes. I see the bird. Yes.

- Point at the bird with the joystick.

- Take a look.

He changes color.

*-Click on it, to see.

*Is something up? There's a woman approaching.

- A woman? Meaning?

The missing woman.

*-Bravo, you've completed

the first step in your quest to find me.

- The hidden sequence.

- Yes, we hear. *-Now you have to get out there

and make this woman talk.

*-Which woman?

Another woman approaches, the woman with the guitar.

- I've turned my back on her, but only I know where she is.

*-To continue the game, click on "Next".

Nothing's happening. *-Julie Delmas

never finished the long version.

- Is there anything else? *-Nothing. "I've turned my back on her

Sound familiar?

- Does it mean anything to you?

- "I've turned my back on her, but but only I know where she is."

*-We'll call you back. OK.

- It's well done.

- Insane.

- You looked very pretty in... - And you! I was sweating.

- Thank you.

"I've turned my back on her, but only I know where she is."

You see? There's nothing accusing me in this sequence!

- We found these traces

at the crime scene.

You see?

And we found these

at your home. The soles are identical.

- Those are famous sneakers!

- We'll check with the lab.

- Why would I steal

my own computer two days after the murder?

It doesn't make sense!

Just a little imagination.

He understands that Julie was manipulating him to help him finish the game.

After using her charm,

now she's threatening him.

He feels betrayed, dirty,

deeply touching his innermost being.

She'll never sleep with him.

It's just too much for him.

Hate overwhelms him.

He grabs the statuette

and goes after Julie! One shot! Two shots!

Three blows! She doesn't move anymore,

but he's relentless: she has to pay

for all the suffering that she inflicted on him!

After that,

he's in a second state.

Disoriented, he has only one idea in mind: running away.

The first day, he tries to play it cool,

but he soon realizes the police are interested in Julie's game.

So now he's panicking.

What if we were to discover something that concerns him?

We could then trace back to him.

It's far too dangerous.

So he decides to return to the crime scene and steal

anything which could implicate him.

- Nice. It doesn't tell us what he didn't want us to find,

but that's a good point. It's not bad.

- This story of a woman that turns her back on another,

does it sound familiar?

- No.

In any case...

If this missing woman is indeed

Ingres's wife's cousin, we see no mention of her disappearance.

As for the woman who plays guitar

and who would have turned her back on her,

it doesn't make sense.

- I'm sorry to say it, but

it's very disappointing.

...

I'd like to talk to you

about my novel, with Anthony Bellone and Chantal Flossagne.

- Change that ridiculous name, Chantal Flossagne.

- I confess, I exaggerated a little on your character,

but this love story, I can't change it.

- And why?

- Because otherwise, the novel would no longer be of any interest.

It's what my readers will like. That's precisely why,

despite their differences,

despite their prejudices,

why these two characters

are incapable of separating from each other.

...

What if, after all, they were to live together?

It's the strength of this destiny which will fascinate them.

You two are the best story, and you know it.

It's just that you refuse to accept it.

- Mme. Richter...

If you use my private life closely or even roughly,

I'll sue your ass.

...

Florence!

Florence! - Dad, what are you doing here?

- Are you happy with yourself?

- What are you talking about? - Patricia Richter stopped everything.

She abandoned her novel about OCBC.

- Really? All because of your pride! It's grotesque!

- What?

- Thanks to her,

I had the opportunity to talk about art history

to millions of people! - Dad, stop yelling.

Have you even read what she wrote about me?

- "Me, me, me"! Always you! What's this?

compared to the possibility of speaking to millions of people?!

Look, "La Grande Odalisque"!

Ingres accused of classicism

while its audacity is incredible! We've never seen anything like it!

The breast, it's a billiard ball,

there are too many vertebrae, the leg seems to start at the navel,

nothing is realistic, and yet everything is beautiful.

It's so disturbing.

- I thought that you'd come to yell at me.

- And instead of passing that on, you only think of yourself.

You're as dumb as Napoleon's sister when she refused him.

"I wanted one like the first. To look pretty in the living room."

What a twit!

- "To look pretty in the living room"?

- Yes, the Murats had ordered a nude to match

the "La Dormeuse de Naples" which they bought in 1808.

- I love you, Daddy. I really do. - Why?

- I'll explain later. - Floflo!

- I love you!

Are you all right, Mr. Bernstein?

- I'm okay. - We missed you.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

You see

these two paintings here?

They were hung like this

in the royal salon of the Murat family in Naples.

- Back-to-back. - Exactly. The woman with the guitar,

in the game, said:

"I've turned my back on her." For Julie Delmas, in fact,

the great odalisque and the woman with the guitar are the same person.

- All right.

- So this one, in red,

this is the missing woman from the game.

- It's all the same.

"I turn my back on her." See? But what's that got to do

with the investigation?

- It's the motive

for murder: the goal

of the long version of the game, was to find

the missing painting.

- What? - What missing painting?

- This painting is a replica.

The original disappeared in Naples in 1815.

Hence the name, "La Dormeuse de Naples".

Ingres was traumatized by its disappearance.

It became an obsession.

He was looking for it all his life

and made replica after replica after replica, including this one,

made 30 years later.

There's a resemblance. Here...

And here.

- Yes. - That's for sure.

- Remember the phrase at the start of the game?

"Discover one of the most beautiful enigmas of art history."

- The game was supposed to give the solution? Yes. To say where the painting was.

- And Julie Delmas knew where the missing painting was? - Exactly, and that's why she was killed.

Because they wanted to stop her from revealing it.

Yes? - If Julie Delmas

knew where the painting was,

why say it in a game?

Very good question. Actually,

Julie didn't really believe she knew. But the killer does know.

The person who killed Julie Delmas

is the one who revealed where the painting was,

and realized that Julie had used it in the game.

- Investigating a painting that disappeared 200 years ago

requires a solid knowledge of art history.

You're on fire, Commander.

Who was the history advisor to Julie Delmas?

A vehicle is approaching.

- Stay behind.

Mme. Martin!

She's not there.

A car starts.

Police! No !

- So? - All clear.

- Julie Delmas' hard drive.

- Good. Analyze it. We'll take care of her wife.

We found this hard drive

at your home.

It belonged to Julie Delmas.

What does it contain?

- I don't know.

I don't know anything.

- It's just not possible. I don't get it.

What a mess.

All these subfiles.

What's behind it?

- Is there any mention of "La dormeuse de Naples"?

- To answer your question, I'll have to tidy up. It's gonna take a while.

- Come and see for yourself.

- What?

- She hasn't yet found the painting,

otherwise she would have announced it a long time ago.

- So?

- And so she wants to find it before we catch her.

She was able to kill she still believes in it.

- So she'd be wherever she thinks the painting is located.

- Exactly.

Come on, tell me what you found

on "La Dormeuse de Naples".

- It's top secret.

- That's good, because

I love secrets.

And I think I have the means to make you talk.

- No. Until I find it, no one will know where it is.

- Of course.

I swear I don't know.

where she went. I don't understand anything about what you're telling me.

- "La Dormeuse de Naples", does it mean anything to you?

We think Ms. Delmas

had stolen your wife's location information

on this painting.

Can you confirm that your wife conducted research

on "La dormeuse de Naples"?

Mme. Horovitz, can you confirm this?

- Yes.

Yes, she was dedicated full-time for 15 years.

I didn't know that she'd located it.

- Apparently she told Julie Delmas.

- OK.

Swear not to tell.

- I swear.

- If you talk, I'll make you suffer the worst abuses.

- Don't tempt me.

...

- Why are you looking at me like that?

- I wanted to tell you... you know that Richter has decided to stop?

- Well, yes. And so?

- It's just that...

I understood why I love this book so much.

- All right.

- I needed it.

- But... What do you mean by that? Need a book?

- I'm having trouble...

(Damn...)

It's hard to forget you.

This book, I think it helps a little.

- All right.

- It's like it's a thing telling me that...

... that our history really existed.

I know, it's the delirious vision of a mass-market author, but...

- In fact, it's completely carbureted!

- But it's still...

It's a bit of our history. It looks like it.

And to know that it's going to be written in black and white,

that it will remain something, it just...

It makes me feel good. There you go: that makes me feel good.

...

Monsieur Verlay! Yes?

- We found it. - Really?

- We have a part of the long version,

it's about the painting "La dormeuse de Naples". Very good.

Where are we now?

Given your outfit, we're in the 19th century, in France.

It makes sense:

Ingres arrived in Paris in 1824, where he finally found success.

Go ahead, open it.

We're at Bertin's, in his château at Bièvres.

- Welcome.

I'm having supper. I hope you don't mind.

In 1832,

my old friend Ingres wrote to Madame Murat.

Do you know why?

- Getting the loan of "La Dormeuse de Naples" for

the Salon de 33.

Bravo.

That's how I was able to fulfill my friend's dearest wish:

to see, at last, these two paintings reunited.

If you'd like to follow me.

I returned "La Grande Odalisque". to its owner,

but I didn't return "La dormeuse de Naples"...

- How are you? To this Madame Murat,

the sister of Napoleon the usurper!

He says he kept "La Dormeuse de Naples" at home?

- It's just not possible.

The painting was lost in Italy. It can't be at Bertin's.

But that means

that Sarah Martin believes it's there!

- That the painting is in the old man's house?

Does this castle still exist? Yes, it's a museum.

Sarah Martin is definitely there!

Is this Château des Roches?

Hello, I am Florence Chassagne, from the Louvre.

Thanks a lot. Thanks. Could I speak to your manager, please?

Yes, good afternoon, sir. Is a Sarah Martin there at the moment?

Yes, exactly. She has a research program.

Yes? No, don't put her on! I'll put you through to someone else.

Phone vibrates.

- Excuse me.

Yes, Antoine?

Please.

What?

*-Sarah Martin is in Bièvres.

Send the police fast! We'll join you!

*-Quickly. OK, that works.

Siren.

You were with Julie Delmas on the night of her murder?

Madame Martin?

- Yeah.

Beeps.

- I'm on my way.

I've got to get to the office,

I'll explain. - Aren't you going to kiss me?

Julie!

The door slams shut.

...

What did she think?

That she could manipulate me and ruin my career?

I'll find the painting.

- Mme. Martin, specialists say that it cannot be hidden

in the Château des Roches. It's impossible.

- Oh yeah? And what do they know? Did they search everywhere?

Did they probe the walls?

It's there.

It's there, I know it.

...

- I didn't think this painting could drive one so mad.

- You've been looking for it all your life too.

- My wife posed for that painting

and it was the most beautiful of my nudes.

It reminded me of her.

I regretted having done so few portraits of her.

- That's true. You only painted one picture of her.

Excuse me.

It is...

Here it is. I like it very much.

When she died, I was left with

almost nothing from my wife.

There are a few drawings.

In addition to that painting, there's this one.

And there's another one I find really tricky right now,

where she's pregnant, based on the roundness of her belly.

- Even our child is dead.

In the end, paintings,

photographs, and books, are

all that's left when people are gone.

- Books?

- And you. You're not dead.

- No.

But he still lost you.

So a painting, a book,

he needs it. It's human.

Doorbell.

- Open the door.

- Er... Do you want to... - I agree.

- Agree to what?

- Richter can write her book

and continue to use our characters.

She can say whatever she wants.

- What does she want?

- What she wants.

- What made you change your mind?

- You.

I owe you that much.

I believe I do.

Six months later...

Indeed, we must wonder

if there isn't an element of reality...

- That's me in the photo: we work together.

Have you seen me on TV?

- No, never.

- Yet he's the most prominent art historian!

- At least I appear under my real name, not "Flossagne".

- (Stop!)

- Yes, sir?

- Mme. Richter, Commander, what do you take away from this experience?

- I would say that Mme. Richter would make a formidable investigator.

Really.

When we form our hypotheses,

we start from the facts, but we also need a good dose of intuition

and imagination.

And for that, Patricia, that is, Mme. Richter, is really

unbeatable.

- That's what he says.

- Any last questions?

Yes? - Mme. Richter,

Anthony Bellone forms a relationship with Chantal Flossagne.

You wrote a

beautiful love story there.

- Thank you very much.

- How did you manage to make it

so true to life?

- I'm not revealing my writing secrets.

Let's just say that sometimes, you just have to

be attentive to what's in front of us.

And then I had the opportunity to have a handsome captain

and an inspiring art historian.

All I had to do was watch them.

In fact, they're right here with us.

Right there!

- Are you Chantal and Anthony? - One picture please!

You are wonderful, bravo!

Turn around, so we can take a nice picture!

You guys are so cute!

Are you in love in real life? A photo!

You're wonderful! Bravo!

Anthony! Chantal! Smile!

"FLORENCE & ANTOINE" "THE INVESTIGATIVE DUO WHO INSPIRED PATRICIA RICHTER"

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