All language subtitles for Deadly Tropics-S06E01.E

- Wait, I have to go. - No, no!

No, no! I really have to go.

I want more cuddles. Come on, stay a little longer.

- No, no, no. - You want to stay. I know you do.

Arnaud, you know I have to go. I'm going. Bye.

Wait, wait, wait.

What's up? - Melissa...

Yes? - You need energy.

- I just finished eating. - Come on, just one.

Consider it a little sweet, a pledge of my love for you.

At that time?

- Oh, damn. - What's up?

I think I just broke... What is it?

Why a skull?

I know, it's awful, but I swear it's temporary.

Melissa Sainte-Rose...

..will you marry me?

Yes?

I know, I'm late. I'll be right there. Okay.

I have a murder, I really have to go.

Um, I'm going.

We will see each other later.

But the "yes" was... What was the "yes" for?

Melissa?

When is Thais coming back from training?

This is what we tell her about ourselves.

It's a life that haunts us.

He'll be over the moon when we tell him.

- Yeah, I think so too. - It'll be crazy.

I can't wait to see his face.

Oh, me too.

What happens?

It's not like you could leave me, on the contrary... See that van over there?

If you pull over, I'll walk. - Why?

I feel like getting some fresh air.

Wait...

What's going on?

No...

- You don't want them to see us together. - It's not that I don't want to, it's...

I just wish we were more discreet in front of our colleagues.

Are you afraid that if I look at you like this, they'll understand? Is that so?

Stop looking at me like that.

No, I just want to keep my composure at work,

I want to be professional. - Oh...

You're such a pain in the ass! Can't we just take this lightly?

Well, no. No.

Do we agree?

I have no other choice.

Thank you.

- Really. - Yes, now touch my shoulder.

Come on, go jogging!

Cow!

What do you have to do? - But what do you want?

Now I'm really pissed off.

Did you know that it's illegal to honk in built-up areas?

Please bring the documents. And the insurance, too.

Anyone else want a checkup?

- Hello, Commander. - Ah, good morning, Crivelli.

Did she get out of bed on the wrong foot?

I would say yes.

I won't be cruel anymore. So, what do we have?

Erica Jones' body was found this morning.

She was the director of the dance school "Diva Studio".

- And who found the body? - Her students.

He lived in an apartment next to the studio.

Now I'll show him. There's this too.

Dan, please? Thank you.

- What is it? - Threatening letters.

The first ones date back to two weeks ago.

Same paper, same font, same envelopes. Same sender.

"The way is perverted."

"Not in this neighborhood." Can you explain?

It's a pole dance school.

And locals confuse pole dancing with striptease.

It's just a prejudice, of course.

Yes, I know that well. I did it about ten years ago.

Pole dancing, of course.

What's up? - Really? So he was...

Exactly. See? You're confused too.

It is a discipline recognized by the French Dance Federation.

- Ah, yes? Mhm. - Mh.

He's late, huh?

- Commander. Gaelle. - Didn't you hear the alarm?

- I'm sorry. - Did you sleep little, Lieutenant?

No. No, I haven't heard the...

- Can I ask who you were with? - Oh, Gaelle, please.

To avoid uncomfortable questions, just get up earlier.

You like coming on foot, huh?

Stop it.

Withdrawals made.

- Good morning, Phil. - Good morning.

At that time?

Well, he has quite a few bruises, but I think they're what's called "pole kisses."

- What? - The signs.

These are bruises from the pole dancing pole.

Yes, exactly.

How do you know this term?

I did pole dancing. Well, when I was young.

Excellent core workout!

Of course, I won't lie, I wasn't the best at the splits,

but you should have seen what beautiful rotations and what footwork.

- Yes, but let's get back to the murder. - Yes, it's a classic.

Ah, the victim was pushed backwards,

strong enough to go over the railing.

Her head hit the concrete and she died instantly.

Don't you think it could be suicide?

Judging by the signs of a struggle before death, I doubt it.

- Time of death? - I'd say between midnight and one.

Was he there with the attacker and had he let him in? So, he knew him.

Oh, um... I found this too. Here.

Wait a minute.

Look.

A petition launched by local residents

- asks for the closure of the firm. - Hmm.

Maybe it has something to do with the threatening letters.

- There are already 350 signatures. - Hmm.

It's for Erica Jones and Delphine Gentil. Who is she?

She is the co-director of the pole dance studio

and the victim's girlfriend, too. She's waiting for her inside.

Okay, investigate the neighborhood. Let's go.

- Okay. - Yes.

- Thanks, Phil. - You're welcome.

I did pole dancing for ten years.

Actually, I miss it.

Good morning, Commander Saint-Rose,

I ask you to leave us, please.

We believe Erica Jones knew her killer.

- Do you know who it could be? - No.

"Thanks to you, I defy gravity and my fears."

"In this room I feel invincible."

"You changed our lives."

I imagine these are messages from the students.

He knew how to boost their self-esteem.

It was a way to give them confidence.

Mh.

Love your body as it is, without stressing it.

It was Erica's credo.

And that petition, those threatening letters, who did they come from?

I don't know if this has anything to do with it, but...

Go ahead and say it.

A student's husband attacked Erica a week ago,

out of the studio.

I think he blamed her for the end of his marriage.

What is his name?

Armand Touzet.

He is the owner of a boat rental agency

all Marina du Robert.

Do you think it's him? He might come looking for me too.

In that case, we'll send some officers, okay?

Thank you.

Oh, wait...

Why didn't she find the body instead of her students?

Where was he last night?

At my house.

- So you didn't live together? - No, we had a certain freedom.

Being a couple doesn't necessarily mean

share an apartment.

Each lived in her own home.

Okay. Thanks.

No one heard anything. There are no witnesses.

Look among the signatories to see if anyone is in our records.

Should we put Delphine Gentil under protection?

It is not needed.

At the Studio everything revolves around Erica.

Delphine Gentil lived in the shadows.

- Come on, stop it. - What's going on?

No, Aurélien doesn't want to tell her he has something between his teeth.

What? Thanks for telling me.

And she would have left me like that all day?

Shall we go, Crivelli?

All right, will you take care of the car, lieutenant?

- I took it off now? - Oh, yes, there's nothing left.

You know, that's a concept I like.

You stay as a couple, but each in their own home.

Come Delphine ed Erica.

Yes, Aurélien?

Géraldine Touzet, wife of the suspect,

she asked for a divorce.

According to his lawyer, they are at loggerheads.

- Okay, thanks. - There, that's what I was saying.

To avoid divorce, it would be enough not to get married.

No?

What's up?

Arnaud asked me to marry him.

And this is the ring. Oh, my God.

What's up? - He has good taste.

Very elegant, very... Very feminine, I like it.

- It's a temporary ring. Yes, yes, of course.

- He didn't say yes, I hope. Not yet,

But I don't know. But yes, you'll have to think about it.

You don't have to answer him right away.

You're trying to stall. - Yes, but how?

I don't know, ask him for an impossible proof of love,

Um... Something challenging.

Something crazy.

Maybe I shouldn't have told him about it.

And then, relationships aren't his specialty.

Oh, "the ox who calls the donkey horned."

Armand Touzet?

Commander Sainte-Rose and Captain Crivelli.

Well, what do you want?

You were here last week. Why every week?

The licenses are up to date, they are good.

We're not here about the licenses, we're here about the murder of Erica Jones.

- What? Is she dead? - Mh-mh.

He was seen attacking her a week ago.

No, no, we were just making things clear. I just pushed her. That's all!

Did he push her and kill her, maybe?

But no, it was just to scare her.

Why did he accuse her of causing the divorce?

Because it was his fault.

She put all those things into Géraldine's head.

He told her that women are strong and other nonsense.

How insolent! And he thought it best to silence her.

- It wasn't me! - His wife left him, and then what?

Well, I was a little nervous,

because I paid for the pole dancing lessons.

And what did he expect?

That he put on a little show for her in the bedroom?

That's right. We're a couple, not friends.

I wanted her to be more sensual, a bit like Kim Basinger. So? Huh?

Then he must have been quite disappointed.

Tell us what you did last night and don't leave anything out, please.

My friends made me go out. They dragged me to a bar.

They think he's depressed about the divorce. We've been drinking.

And then I came back home, it must have been 2:00.

Well, we'll check that out.

In the meantime, follow us. But I warn you, there are no dancers.

- No. Right. - Yes. You're all the same, huh?

- You can say it out loud. - With your feminist rhetoric.

- It's absurd. - Let's move.

Anyway, that damned Erica was a fake!

Oh, yeah? And how do you know that?

Everybody knows. Everyone knows he worked in a strip club,

The Ladies. Must have found the wrong customer.

And he will have made her pay for it!

Huh? Do you understand? That's where you should look for the culprit.

Yes, that's fine. Come on, get in the car.

First sit down and then stick your head in. Go ahead.

- Hey, your boyfriend's here. - Yes, I see him.

Please remember, it's impossible.

Hello, Arnaud.

- Hi. - What are you doing here?

I was looking forward to seeing you so I could get an answer.

Hmm...

So... Arnaud, I'm sorry but...

Please, give me a chance. Here.

So, listen... The thing is...

I want to give you an answer, but first I would like to know

if you are able to make one of my fantasies come true.

- Yes, of course. Come on, tell me. - Oh, um...

Well, I've always dreamed of...

- To take a bath... - Mh-mh.

..in a giant champagne glass.

- Are you kidding me? - No.

Are you serious?

Yes.

Okay, that's a bit of an unusual request.

So, if I find it for you, you say yes?

Um, yes.

- You say yes. - Mh.

See you this evening. - Yes.

It's easy.

I left it over there.

Aurélien gave me information about the Ladies.

It's a somewhat chic strip club.

And what about the customers?

High-class. Couples who let loose,

businessmen celebrating contracts

staring at girls' asses. Naked.

Crivelli, focus on the investigation!

Yes.

Does it surprise you that Erica was a stripper?

Especially because the partner told us

that she didn't like to confuse striptease with pole dancing.

- Maybe I have an idea. - What?

I heard that Sam Garabe, the owner of the club,

lend money at high interest rates.

So Erica asked for a loan

and worked at the strip club to pay him back?

I don't know. It's possible, the earnings aren't cheap.

Already.

I found nothing among the signatories of the petition,

and Armand Touzet's alibi is confirmed.

Let him go.

Let's check if Studio Diva is in financial difficulty.

Agree.

Well, shall we go?

Ah, here you are.

I heard you have a track with "The Ladies"?

- Yes. - I know him well.

Of course. Why am I not surprised?

Oh, come over to my office and I'll explain.

The financial police have been after Sam Garabe for months now.

That guy keeps getting away with it with his army of lawyers!

If we come at him full speed, he'll be even more on the defensive.

Commander, you were right.

Diva Studio's accounts are in the red.

If we can prove that Sam is involved

in the death of Erica Jones due to a loan,

We'll have evidence of financial crimes. - We need overwhelming evidence.

We need to be there to see what happens.

Shall we go undercover? What if I get hired as a waitress?

No. No, no, no, no, no. They would find out.

Well, she has to go.

Oh, no! I know what you're thinking,

but I don't agree. - Come on, she was a pole dancer!

No, that's not the case.

- Ah, but then it's perfect! - Exactly.

This is wonderful!

Commissioner, I haven't touched a pole in at least ten years!

- That's ridiculous. Stop it. - Oh! Commander, you're just being modest,

She'll be very good. - Sure, yes, yes, yes!

It would never occur to Sam Garabe

to suspect a dancer.

You know, I think this is the best idea I've ever had.

Wasn't that my idea?

- Yes, maybe. - "Yes, maybe."

Okay, then, it's decided.

We will do so. And Sainte-Rose,

I'd take that ring off. It's not suitable for ladies.

Thanks, Crivelli!

You know that place very, very well, huh?

You can tell. - Yes, yes.

Did he work at Sam Garabe's strip club?

But why on earth would he do that?

The accounts are in the red, maybe there's a connection.

We opened two years ago.

We were hoping for the first profits next year, we weren't worried.

Erica didn't sneak off to work at Ladies for nothing.

It wasn't about the money.

Captain...

..he must find who it was, who destroyed my life.

Careful! Are you okay, commander?

Yes, yes, all good.

Wait, I'll show you now. You took it badly.

Now, grab the pole here and straighten your arm out.

All clear, it doesn't seem complicated.

And voilà.

- Good morning. - Good morning, I'm looking for Sam.

Here he is, it's him.

- Ah. - It's me.

Good morning, I heard you're looking for some ballet flats?

Yes, maybe.

Here I am.

What is your specialty?

So... I performed in a cabaret on the French Riviera.

And even on some cruise ships. That's why I'm in Martinique.

And my specialty is pole dancing.

It's your lucky day.

- Mhm? - A dancer left us yesterday.

- Follow me. - Come on? - Yeah, yeah.

- Did he leave? - Yes.

- And why did she leave? - Ask her that.

- I understand. - Can you do a test tonight?

- Oh, yes, yes. I brought everything. - Okay. Lola?

Go to the dressing rooms. Make yourself comfortable. Get settled in.

Fine thanks.

You take care of it, Lola.

Thank you very much.

Anyway, my name is Tamara, but Tam to my friends.

My name is Lola. But here my stage name is Pomme d'Amour. What's yours?

Magic Zelda.

And how do you work here? What are the clients usually like?

If you do your job and don't cause problems, you can rest easy.

- What's wrong? - Don't make Sam nervous.

Ah, but he seems like a quiet man.

It is, if you stay in your place.

But you should have seen how he chased away a dancer last night.

No. Was it violent?

Don't worry, she got what she deserved.

Last month he had Noémie, another dancer, fired.

Noémie must have been very angry.

Especially because she was a former student of his.

Ah.

Okay. Thanks so much, Delphine. Stay strong.

Noémie Chauvel!

She was following Erica's advanced course until a few months ago.

Yes, found it!

Apparently she works as a waitress at Ti-punch.

"Il Ti-punch"... Il Ti-punch is in Trois Ilets, right?

- In Trois Ilets, yes. - Okay.

-Shall we go? -Let's go.

All to Trois Ilets!

- Let's go now. - What are you doing? Not now, not here!

Come on, there's nobody there.

No, no, no, we have to go to Trois Ilets.

- Oh, yes, to Trois Ilets! - Smettila!

Yes, I already told you, the belt is not placed properly.

It seems clear to me that you are ashamed.

It's not true, I'm not ashamed.

You're wrong.

Don't even try, it's fine. We have to work.

Wait, no. You're not respecting my conditions.

- Can we ask you some questions? - Of course.

Erica treated me like a little sister. Even...

Even when I didn't go to class anymore, we kept in touch.

So why did he get her kicked out of the Ladies?

She came to me one night after work, wanting me to stop.

- But... - Why?

Go ahead, please.

To take his place?

No, on the contrary, for her I didn't have to work at the club,

I deserved better...

And what did she answer him?

I told Erica to leave me alone.

That she wasn't my mother.

And she didn't give up, did she?

A week later I saw her show up at the place,

and the next day he got me fired.

How did he do it?

Erica put moisturizer instead of grip,

the gel we put on our hands to prevent us from slipping.

So, she went as far as sabotaging his act.

She must have been very angry.

At that moment, yes,

because Sam fired me, but then I understood everything.

- "Understand" what? - Erica was right.

Sam is violent.

When I fell on stage in front of all the customers,

he kicked me out in a bad way.

He loses his mind at any moment.

After she left,

Erica continued dancing at the Ladies' Club. Do you know why?

No.

Sorry, I have to go.

- Oh, yes, of course. Thank you. - Thank you.

Maybe Erica wanted to show who Sam really was,

to send him to prison.

What if he found out too much?

- Good intuition, Lieutenant. - Come on, are you sulking at me?

You're beautiful when you get angry.

Do you think Erica Jones was murdered?

from Sam Garabe's men? - I don't know, but it's possible, yes.

I hope I haven't sent Sainte-Rose into the lion's den.

He needs reinforcements. We have to go, Commissioner.

All right. Fine, but you'll have to be extremely discreet.

- Yes. - Yes.

- And intervene only if necessary. - I promise.

Wait, one last thing.

Please, you have to pretend to be a couple,

even if it's hard to imagine you together.

Of course, and whose fault is it?

Cow, cow.

With her... Huh?

Yes, I'll take care of it.

Let's hope so.

Arnaud, I can't talk now.

No, no, don't worry.

I just wanted to hear your voice.

Listen, I'm at work.

Damn, when you talk to me like that, it gives me ideas.

I'm sorry, I have to go now. - I need to see you.

What time are you coming back?

You kiss.

Ready?

He can't come in.

Um... No, I didn't mean to come in. I just wanted to take some pictures.

Can I? If I stand here and take some photos like this? Thank you so much.

He's very kind. He's so handsome.

- Wow, that's wonderful! - What's he doing here? He'll let me know.

I'm here to tell you that Sam Garabe is dangerous,

it can explode at any moment

and she has some bad guys as friends, be careful.

What beautiful colors. How wonderful! I love it!

Sorry, phones are not allowed here.

Oh, really? Just one last selfie.

Done. Thank you very much.

"A giant glass of champagne!"

What place is this?

"La Barabulle", of course.

And...

..Really?

I found it. I found it.

Ladies and gentlemen,

for the first time tonight at the Ladies...

..the woman who lit up the French Riviera,

la sublime Magic Zelda.

They're bored.

Come on, take off that damn trench coat.

Take it off.

So, good.

What are you doing?

Listen, if we don't kiss, they'll find out.

Come closer. Bring your pretty little mouth here.

Hey, Gaelle look over there.

What could he be telling him?

I don't know, but it seems like they're not talking about Sainte-Rose's performance.

Look. Where is he taking her?

We have to intervene immediately, cover up be damned.

Please. It's hurting me.

But where did they go?

Let me go! Ah!

A lawyer friend of mine recognized you, Commander Sainte-Rose.

If she tries to do anything against me, it will cost her dearly.

You think I'm a murderer? Let's just chat.

What is he doing here?

What happened with Erica Jones?

- Good evening. - You can't come in.

Police.

Did she send it? And why?

- Hey! Let her go! - Let her go!

Sam Garabe, you are a suspect in the murder of Erica Jones.

Are you kidding?

Let's seal off the place right away. We'll search it tomorrow.

- Take him away. - Follow me.

Hey, Commander, you should consider a new career.

Excellent performance.

Mh.

Cow, cow, cow.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing with your coat? It's 104 degrees.

To tell the truth...

..I was planning to surprise you.

- "A surprise"? - Yes, a surprise...

..interesting.

♪ "ORIGINAL SIN" RANDALL BRENEMAN E JAKE FIELD

Oh, yes.

Uhh!

Too small.

Oh, here it is.

This is for the bolts.

What is this?

Can you put aside the ones related to our investigation?

- All right. It will be done. - Thank you very much.

We found interesting documents

for financial investigations. - Oh, yeah?

Yes, and one more thing. We found a secret room.

with a hidden camera system.

We talked to her friend Lola, the dancer,

and it turns out Sam has a good mechanism: he invites men

most influential people on the island, and then Lola lures them into her private room.

He films them having sex.

- Then he blackmails them? - Exactly.

He found a way to make ends meet.

Well yes.

So, if Erica had discovered Sam's activities,

he would have reported it.

That's why he wanted to silence her.

It makes sense.

Already.

Erica had discovered some compromising videos,

and she had it eliminated?

You cops always see the rottenness.

They're just videos between friends.

Friends filmed without their knowledge.

Look, I had nothing to do with Erica's death.

That night I stayed at the club until late at night.

We'll check his alibi and those of his men. Let's go.

- Commander. - Yes?

The autopsy report confirms that the fall was the cause of death.

- But there's more. - What?

They went to bed together.

What? Who? La-la... who? And who?

Well, Erica Jones and an unknown man.

Approximately two hours before death.

It was consensual and unprotected sex.

But Erica Jones was having an affair with Delphine Gentil.

Are you really sure about that?

Sure. 100 percent.

Could it be Sam?

From the CCTV cameras, two hours before the death,

we see Erica leaving the Ladies with a man and it's not Sam.

Who is this man?

We don't know yet. It's not in our archives.

- What are you doing? - Oh, sorry, I...

I think I know this perfume.

Yeah, well, I... I... I'm going back to work.

Mhm?

- I'm going. - Yes. Okay.

HI.

Think of Sam Garabe.

That man makes me terribly uncomfortable.

- Okay. - Okay.

Thank you.

I don't believe it!

That smell...

Oh, my goodness!

Did you perhaps take me for a spy?

I will never tell you the name of a client.

Oh, sure, professional secrecy applies.

in the world of striptease, I almost forgot.

Laugh if you want, but my clients trust me, I really do.

It's nonsense, for murder he can get up to 30 years.

"Murder," but what does it say?

I have an alibi for Erica's murder.

I told your colleague earlier, aren't you talking?

Yes, but his alibi doesn't hold up,

because his employees may have lied to cover it up.

And I won't deny that the sooner this case is resolved, the better.

She wouldn't be the first innocent person in prison.

If you have a suspect, why is she targeting me?

Because I want a name.

It's not complicated!

So I propose a deal to you.

She tells me who is the man in the photo with Erica,

and I leave her alone.

Go ahead, make an effort.

Maybe he's Erica's killer.

If we catch him, we won't say she named him.

This is Fred Verne, one of my best clients.

He had been flirting with Erica ever since she started dancing at the club.

Fred Verne, 40 years old, owner of the Golf de l'Océan,

he is married and has four children.

A good family man

who did not want to reveal his extramarital affair.

That day his phone hooked up to the Studio's cell

twice, in the morning and in the evening.

He must have gotten ready and gone to finish the work in the evening.

- Let's go and question him. - Yes.

- Commander. - Yes?

Maybe he should go to the cells. Arnaud has been arrested.

What? What happened?

He was taking down the sign of a bar

shaped like a giant champagne glass.

Everything is fine?

So this was his impossible challenge for him?

XXL glass of champagne? Not bad.

Okay, I'll catch up with you later.

- I'm going to meet the golfer. - Oh, yeah?

Oh, yes! I like it when you're jealous. I like it.

- Ah, Aurélien! Hey, do you have a minute? - Yes, do you need anything?

- Stay still. - What are you doing?

Vetiver and lavender. Oh! You're selling yourself to Gaelle.

Are you crazy? What are you talking about?

- She smells like you. - Well...

Oh, no, don't worry. I won't say anything.

- Oh, no, Phil. - What's up?

You're wrong. I just lent her a T-shirt.

- Why? - Because hers was wet.

Ah, you had a small shirt.

Yes, exactly.

But why did hers get wet? It hasn't rained for days.

Eh, it got dirty with coffee.

Okay, fine! I thought...

- No. - But did you notice?

- What? - Well, my nose.

Oh, yes, yes, that's right! You're smart.

- Huh? - No, I said you're smart.

- But she just got coffee on her face. - Oh, yeah, it happens to everyone.

Well, I don't drink coffee, so it doesn't happen to me.

What a drag.

Melissa...

..I am sorry.

I don't know what came over me, I'm an idiot.

I hope you don't get into trouble because of me.

Not me, but you do.

Did you know that you could get up to five years in prison?

"Five years" for that?

And then, that was a mafia bar.

Now you have a price on your head.

- Oh, no. - Oh, yes.

Shit! What a fucking idiot!

What do we do?

- I have an idea! - What is it?

We leave the island.

I have a contact in Bolivia who will help us.

Now you have to pass me the phone. Discreetly.

Why are you laughing?

- Are you kidding me? - Yes.

Oh, thank goodness!

I guess I don't have any more chances of getting a "yes" to my application.

I'll look into this champagne glass thing.

We'll have the verdict tonight.

Finally free! I thought I was supposed to stay in prison.

- It was just a cell. - It's the same.

On purpose.

Please do not take down all the signs in Fort-de-France.

I'll leave you some, I promise.

Arnaud?

Ingrid.

- It's really you! - I don't believe it!

I didn't know you were back. - And I didn't think I'd meet you.

- Um... Mickael, my partner. - Nice to meet you.

- Arnaud. - Good morning.

- Hello. - Melissa, my girlfriend.

- Nice to meet you. - My pleasure.

Um... Ingrid and I met, how...

At least 20 years ago? In Paris.

You look good, it's nice to see you.

One day we all have to go out together.

- Yes. - I'll write down your number.

Yes, gladly.

Well, I'm going back to work.

- See you later. - So...

- ..is she a policewoman? - Commander of her unit.

- It's incredible. - You say? Here.

- Thanks. - Call me.

- You can be sure of that. Bye. - Bye.

See you soon! Bye, bye!

So how did he meet Erica?

A month ago. I celebrated a contract at Ladies,

with some colleagues. - Hmm.

I saw it and fell in love with it.

What a beautiful story. After that?

I came back every night, alone, just to see her.

AND...

..we fell in love.

- And your wife? Was she aware of it? - No.

But for Erica I was ready to leave her.

- Come on? - Sure.

And the other night he went to the Studio on purpose

to announce it to Erica, I suppose.

That morning I went to bring her some croissants.

When I arrived, he was kissing a woman.

Ah.

Erica had already told me she was bisexual.

Of his sporadic adventures...

..and who wanted his freedom.

But the woman he was kissing was his partner.

And she realized there was no room for her.

But that's not the case.

In fact, we even made love afterwards.

It was nice.

It was sweet.

We truly loved each other.

I need to search your car. It'll only take a minute.

Wait for me here.

A ride on my racing car?

He's not answering the phone? It was a voicemail.

There's no signal. Shall I give you a report on the way?

- Of course. - Hold on tight.

So, our suspect, Fred, was very much in love

of the victim, so he would have had no reason to kill her.

- Aurélien discovered something. - Oh, that's fantastic! What is this?

An adoption application from Erica and Delphine.

But the request was rejected.

So if Erica wanted a child, she needed another solution.

Yes, getting pregnant. But she needed a man.

And if he was so in love with her, and she lied to him...

- He had a good motive. - Exactly.

Good morning, Commander Sainte-Rose.

What's this story about the child?

Which child?

Erica wanted a child.

He used it, she found out and...

And she went crazy.

No, no, no, wait, I don't know anything about it.

Ok, let's start from the end.

She found out that Erica wanted to have a baby, but without her,

- and he lost his mind. - No.

She was honest with me, I assure you.

And at 11:30 pm, when I left, she was still alive.

Yes, that's fine. What did he do after leaving her?

I had to go to the hospital.

A driver lost control and hit me.

Good, thank you.

So, the hospital confirmed Fred Verne's alibi.

And he filed a complaint against unknown persons.

And doesn't it seem strange to you? That he was almost killed.

the night Erica Jones was murdered?

Yes, yes, I'm reading the complaint.

He managed to read two letters from the license plate: "TS".

It was a white car.

So, if we're on the right track, that means

that the motive could be linked...

..to Fred and Erica's relationship.

- Maybe it was Fred's wife? - No, that's not possible.

She went to France ten days ago with the children,

to visit family.

At that time...

Ah, here it is!

- Huh? - What's up?

The car involved in the accident belongs to Delphine Gentil.

We talked to Fred Verne.

Did he want to kill him before or after killing Erica?

I caught them together, they didn't see me.

I scared Fred and...

..I confronted Erica.

And she told me that...

That he wanted a child at all costs, right?

After my adoption request was rejected, I was devastated.

I was so looking forward to having a baby with Erica.

I just wanted to be with her forever.

But not Erica, though.

He told me it was over now.

That she would have a child on her own.

I felt like dying inside.

Delphine Gentil, it's 2:05 PM. You're under arrest for murder.

Don't move!

- Hey, I'm bleeding. Aren't I? - Oh, just a little.

- Ah, there you are. - Hello.

So, will you get in the car with me a mile from here?

Two? Two kilometers? Or three?

- Why do you take it like that? - Me? No.

I don't want to ruin everything again.

Gaelle, I've already lost you once. I know what it feels like.

So I'm not allowed to kiss you after such a cute sentence?

It's torture, you know!

What a tragedy!

All these love stories that end badly.

Oh, and sometimes there's a happy ending too.

- To what? - To love stories.

Eh?

How long will you keep the secret?

What secret? I don't...

You were kissing at the club, and I know it wasn't an act.

Ah! That's why you lent her one of your shirts,

because he spent the night at your house!

I knew it, I understood it!

Yes, I have...

Mhm?

Ah!

Come on, let's go.

Wow!

- How lovely! Hello.

You don't give up when you want something, do you?

- What did you do to yourself? - Oh, no, it's nothing.

Occupational hazards. What are they?

I've prepared a little fricassee of chatrou for you.

Mmm!

Taste it.

- Is it good? - Yes, but it's hot.

"Scott".

- Do you want some water? - No, don't worry.

Alone.

- I have to tell you something. - Ah.

Arnaud...

..I love you like I've never loved anyone else.

And I don't need to get married to know that.

- Okay. So... - But...

..since you are a wonderful, funny man.

Where are you?

- Surprising. - Mhm, sometimes.

- Passable. - How do you mean "passable"?

Very nice.

Oh, here it is.

I agree to become your wife.

- Seriously? - Mh-mh.

- Isn't this a joke? - I'm not kidding you.

You will be my wife.

How I've waited for this moment!

Yes, but this... This absolutely needs to change.

Forget it. Of course, this is only temporary.

Oh, but you are forever. How I love you!

Do you have any champagne?

I'm going to check.

Ah, here it is.

I found a small bottle of "millesimato 2024" orange juice.

Shall I have two glasses?

While dinner cools down a bit, I'm going to get pretty for you.

You are already beautiful, my promise.

This goes here.

- Arnaud? - Ingrid.

It's very important, I need you tomorrow.

Don't tell your police friend about this.

I'm counting on you.