All language subtitles for Deadly Tropics-S06E02.E

Ingrid?

Ingrid! Oh, my God!

Good morning, kitty.

Good morning to you, but I'm not convinced about the "kitten".

- Oh, no? - Where did it come from?

- New boat. - Mh-mh.

- New port. - Mh-mh.

- New man. - Hmm.

- You're doing well! - Yeah, not bad.

What more could you want, darling?

Stop with the nicknames. What's this all about?

It slipped out, I swear.

- Sure. - Anyway, what's the problem?

I don't know, I just don't want to become one of those couples.

The corny nicknames are just the beginning.

Ok...

..treasure of my life.

- My little toffee candy. - Now that's enough.

- My hummingbird. - Enough, enough, enough.

- My little doll. - Shut up!

I'm busy!

"Arnaud"?

Hi, Arnaud, is there a problem?

What?

I entered the room and saw the girl on the bed.

- Is everything okay? - Don't worry about me.

At that time?

Um, the victim's name is Ingrid Rosine, she's 37...

I know her, she's Arnaud's ex.

- Cause of death? - Blow to the head,

head trauma with internal bleeding,

which caused her death.

- What time? - Between 1:00 and 3:00.

Is the victim naked, was there sexual intercourse?

Well, we have to wait for the autopsy to be sure,

that is, to find out more. - Any clues?

They found traces of blood on that vase. It needs to be analyzed.

All right. Let's question the suspect.

Um, sorry, Arnaud didn't come back last night.

Didn't that surprise you?

Well, he went bird watching, he does that often.

Is that enough?

Oh yes.

- Melissa. - Lieutenant, I'm listening.

Two days ago the victim called Arnaud.

Mr. Fontaine, you mean.

Yes. He asked her to accompany him to a gambling den not far from here,

for a game of poker.

She needed money. - And then?

The two won a pretty good sum.

32,000 euros, to be exact.

Ornithology is not the only activity the suspect masters.

Continue.

They returned to the hotel to celebrate the victory.

With a bottle of champagne. Yes, I saw it.

What name did they book under?

"Arnaud." I mean, under the name "Fontaine."

Why did you take a hotel room?

I told Melissa I would stay out.

I needed a room after the game.

Given the state of the room,

I can imagine what happens next.

No, Melissa, I swear!

Mr. Fontaine recalls drinking a glass of champagne

- and then it has a gap. Is that it? - I don't remember!

Amnesia? It's been a long time since I heard that.

Are there any explanations for the suspect's bruises?

Not yet. The suspect hasn't...

..Remember nothing.

- Anything else? - Yes.

We didn't find the match winner.

All right.

Arrest him. We'll continue our discussion at the police station.

- Maybe his memory will return. - No, Melissa, no...

It's 8:45 a.m. I'm arresting you for murder.

What's going on?

It's the procedure.

No, no handcuffs, there's no need.

Look, I repeat, it's not possible.

The suspect is her partner.

Yes, but I'm a great agent, and he knows it.

I won't interfere with the case.

No, no, no, no, no. I'm sorry.

I am forced to remove her from the investigation.

Look, Commissioner, I know my job.

Aurélien is looking for the third player.

Crivelli is interrogating Arn...

The suspect.

Please.

All right.

For now I'll leave it to chance,

but Crivelli will manage the interrogations.

At the slightest misstep...

..I'll take the investigation away from you.

Lead.

So it was Ingrid who taught you how to play poker.

Yes.

That's how I realized I was good at counting cards.

What do you mean?

I memorize the cards dealt...

..and I can predict the cards that will come out.

I always guess right.

And is it like a job?

No, I don't care.

It only allowed me to pay for my studies.

How far along has the game's story gone?

Two years, two and a half years, more or less.

Until I got caught.

It's not illegal, though.

No, it isn't, but the casinos aren't thrilled.

They banned me, so I abandoned everything.

Including Ingrid.

I wasn't a gentleman to her.

Sometimes life is funny.

He gave you a way to make amends.

Did you know that Ingrid had returned to Martinique?

I had no idea.

Until I met her...

..with Melissa, the other week.

You bump into your ex from 20 years ago, exchange numbers, and what?

She calls you and you run to her? - I had to.

Oh, yeah?

She was crying on the phone. She was scared.

I owed it to him for the way I had behaved.

And how do you go from playing poker to sleeping together?

No, commander, please!

Let's continue.

You and Ingrid won €32,000. Where's the money?

I remember giving my share to Ingrid.

Yes, we celebrated at the hotel, we had a drink.

After that, everything goes black. I don't remember anything.

The bruise on your face?

A blow like this is never forgotten.

I don't remember.

I swear to you.

Arnaud...

..is there anything you remember that might be useful to us?

Before the match he told me about the opponent.

He had already played with him.

She asked me to pretend I didn't know her.

All right.

Anything else?

Tiken! He spoke about Tiken, his brother.

The two of them are very close.

She returned to Martinique for him.

Agree.

You have to tell him.

What if I killed her?

What if it was me and I don't remember?

It's a damn nightmare.

A damn nightmare.

Good morning. We're looking for Michael.

Oh, thanks.

As soon as I saw her, I knew it. She was the woman of my life.

And we had so many plans.

What kind of projects?

Build another guest house and then we had to get married.

I had already bought the ring.

Did he know he had a poker game?

Yes, of course, it was his job.

Did he tell her he needed money?

No, I didn't know that.

But he knew he was going to play with his ex, right?

Which ex?

Arnaud Fontaine.

Arnaud, her ex-partner?

No, I had no idea.

He will have substituted a player at the last minute.

Don't worry, nothing happened between them.

With Ingrid, trust was the basis of the relationship.

I thought so too.

You know, Ingrid was the best at bluffing at the card table.

But not in life.

Everyone loved him.

May I ask where you were yesterday around 1am?

- You don't think that... It's just a routine question.

I was at Sunset until 5:00.

I was at Marco's party, a friend.

Can you give me your contact details?

Yes, certainly.

Thank you.

Michael didn't know that Ingrid needed money.

So who lied? Arnaud? Ingrid?

Look, we don't know anything yet, so keep your cool.

of emotions and also of driving, because I care about my life!

Yes, okay, okay. Please, pull over.

We move closer and take a breath for two seconds.

Arnaud, a murderer?

Excuse me, but are you aware of the presumption of innocence?

He would have told me about the match, if he were innocent.

- Well, maybe he was scared. - Oh, yeah? And of whom?

About me?

It's not always accommodating.

But what is he saying?

I don't know anything about him.

I agreed to marry a man I don't know at all.

Listen.

She knows him deeply.

Give him a chance.

I let my guard down.

I gave him my trust and he trampled on it.

It's always the same story.

I checked Michael's alibi.

Several people confirm his presence at the party.

Okay. And did you interview the gambling den staff?

Yes, and I have the identity of the third player.

- Ah, grandioso! - Certainly Richard Maréchal.

- Did you summon him? - Yes, he's coming tomorrow.

But I haven't been able to contact Ingrid's brother.

No?

Commander, I found sand in the victim's wound.

and shell residues.

- Was the body moved? - Exactly.

And the victim did not have sexual intercourse

in the hours before death.

See? What did I tell you?

And that's not all!

Arnaud was drugged.

Do you think they'll make peace?

It might take a while. They have to digest this.

I can't understand.

Yesterday we were supposed to get married, and today you want us to break up.

I never wanted this. But I have no other choice.

Is this really what you want?

Agree.

The victim's cell phone records revealed nothing.

But thanks to bank statements, there is a new lead.

This morning I ran over an old lady,

I have the body in the trunk. Can you help me bury him in the woods?

- Yes, fine. - All right...

- He doesn't wear the ring anymore? - No.

What was he saying?

I found out that Ingrid had rented a car.

We're looking for it now.

If we find it, we'll discover the crime scene.

Yes, and maybe even the vanished money.

Maybe the third player will be able to tell us more, but has he arrived?

Yes, he is waiting for you in his office.

Okay. What do we know about him?

Richard Maréchal, CEO of a large-scale retail chain.

He is a casual poker player,

but he likes to challenge professionals like Ingrid.

- Had you played it before? - Yes.

Yes, he had already taken a beating.

and he boasted on social media that he would win this time, but that didn't happen.

So in addition to the money, he also lost face.

Yes. A terrible humiliation.

So... Yes, I played poker,

I lost a nice nest egg, but I didn't kill Ingrid.

- Voila! Have we said everything? - Stop, stop, stop.

We're not finished. Please sit down.

His arrogance does not speak in his favor.

I remind you that you are a suspect in the murder. Is that clear?

It must have bothered her to lose to Ingrid again, right?

When playing, there is a risk of losing.

But 30,000 euros is nothing to me.

Losing fair is okay,

But Ingrid was bluffing. Wasn't she?

He had a pair of deuces and forced her all-in.

I do not understand.

When he discovered that his two opponents had reached an agreement

to pluck her, she won't have been happy.

He tried to get the money back, it ended badly,

and Arnaud was the perfect culprit.

Why were they accomplices? Really?

I didn't know anything about it.

Look, she was a professional. She was impenetrable.

And the other one looked so naive.

He was very good at bluffing.

You have nothing against me,

because I have nothing to do with this story. Clear?

Well, where did he go after the poker game?

I returned home with my driver. He can confirm this for you.

- Where is he going? - I'm going back to work.

- We told each other everything. - No.

We will detain her and verify her version.

He has no right to do so.

Instead, yes, it's called a police stop.

Cow.

We found Ingrid's car.

The blood is likely the victim's.

The shells we collected...

- Great, thanks. - You're welcome.

..correspond to those identified in the autopsy.

Cypreidis, litteratus cone, capasanta.

Okay. Is there anything else?

- And a knotty little fissure. - Okay, that'll do.

So she was killed between the gambling den and Arnaud's hotel.

No surveillance cameras. Let's search the car.

- Thanks, Phil. - You're welcome.

And this is a lambi.

She looks back.

Received.

I don't know where the money is, but it's not here.

They will be in the killer's pocket.

Or perhaps in the pocket of someone who was coveted by the win?

Or an unfortunate encounter.

After all, it was in a deserted parking lot, in the middle of the night.

There's no money, but...

..there's a bag.

It's Ingrid's.

He had a prepaid phone. Curious.

Maybe he wanted to avoid tracking.

Or she was hiding a lover. I'm not referring to Arnaud!

It's blocked.

I sent everything to the lab. We'll have the results very soon.

Unlock this phone. And fast.

Okay, fine. Whose is it...?

So? Have you done the necessary checks? Can I leave?

I'm afraid not.

Because he knew that Arnaud and Ingrid knew each other.

And also that they were in cahoots.

No, that's not true, I didn't know that.

But his phone records don't lie.

Marcel Lamotte, the former owner of the gambling den, called it

after the poker game.

He told her that Arnaud was counting cards,

He was banned from casinos. What does he have to say?

At first I got angry, but then I went back to my house.

I drank a good rum, smoked a Havana and calmed down.

Now enough with the lies.

She was not in the car at the time of the murder.

The driver confirmed that he returned alone.

He has suffered another defeat, I'm afraid.

It's true. When I heard about Arnaud, I went crazy.

I knew he was in the hotel,

I went up to him and punched him, that's all.

And he got his money back too.

Not even in your dreams, it brings bad luck.

The loser pays, even if they cheated.

Was Ingrid there?

Yes, and she was alive when I left.

Cow!

So? Let me out now!

Thank you.

Drink up, commander, some vitamins will do you good.

Thank you.

Do you want to talk about it?

About what? Couples? Love?

Of betrayal? Of lies?

No, thank you very much, I've already given.

Everything will be fine. It just needs a little time.

I don't believe it anymore.

I didn't believe in my story with Aurélien either.

And now I can't do without him. And apparently, neither can he.

I spoke to the taxi driver who took Richard home.

- Ah. - Mh.

He also saw a woman leaving the hotel.

She was in a hurry. The description matches Ingrid.

But without cameras at the hotel or in the parking lot, we have nothing.

No, but thanks to the GPS in Ingrid's car, I have Tiken's address,

the brother. - You're too strong.

Very well, then, let's go.

If he knew his sister so well, he might be able to tell us why she was scared.

Yes.

Would you like to meet in the bathrooms or the archives tonight?

- Or by boat, right? - Trivial!

I'll give you some time to think about it and then tell me, hmm?

A little pepper.

What the fuck happened here?

Apparently we're not the only ones who want to talk to Tiken.

So, I unlocked Ingrid's prepaid cell phone.

He had activated it only 48 hours ago.

- Are there any calls? - No, just two messages.

The first one is from the day before yesterday morning:

"30,000 euros if you want to see your brother again. You have 48 hours."

Was Tiken kidnapped?

For this reason Ingrid needed money and quickly.

Of course, poker was the quickest solution.

With Arnaud. Otherwise he would never have won so much in such a short time.

He's right.

The second message?

It arrived this morning. "Instructions tonight at 7:00 PM."

"You better show up this time. Tiken's life is at stake."

It's in an hour.

It's 7:05 AM. That's not a good sign.

Mhm?

"Leave the 30,000 euros at the port, on the boat in front of the market."

"Fish at 11:00 PM. Come alone."

Now we just have to wait.

Did he come alone? Where is Tiken?

Let's wait.

He's running away! Quickly!

Aurélien, are you okay?

The bitch?

I can't believe Ingrid called you.

He didn't.

So how did you know?

We found his phone.

The bitch...

His sister died.

She was killed.

We think it was because of the money he had on him.

Why did he do something like this? Such a convoluted plan.

Organize his own kidnapping.

Did he have any gambling debts, by any chance?

He could have helped her.

She had already done it.

I wanted to get out of it.

I haven't touched a single card all year.

Not even once.

Have you fallen for it again?

I got involved with some old friends.

I lost 30,000 euros, I got beaten up and I didn't know what else to do.

I had no choice.

He knew he had organized a poker game

to pay the ransom?

No, I had no idea.

I thought he was going to withdraw some money.

To give it to me.

Not everyone has 30,000 euros in their bank account, Tiken.

He had invested his savings in the new guest house.

So? Aurélien, have you thought of a nice place?

No, I haven't thought about it.

But how? You've had all day!

Sit down. Let's leave it to chance to decide.

- What is it? - Let's see...

One color for the "what" and one for the "where".

We catch two and figure out what to do.

Okay, I like the idea! Should I start?

So, this and this.

Ok, I'll leave you with the surprise for the "what"...

..and the place will be "the evidence archive." Uhh!

-Mmm! -It won't be easy, there's a lot of coming and going.

At that time...

Mmm...

- Massage. Very good. - Not bad.

Oh, shit.

What did you catch?

"Etcheverry's office"? We can't!

Now he is writing the monthly reports,

he stays there every night until late.

The only solution is to come early tomorrow morning. It's the only way.

Oh, but! You like risk, huh?

Ok, then...

Evidence archive tonight and tomorrow Etcheverry office.

- We have a great program. - Shall we begin?

Stop it!

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Shh!

- Wait! - Why?

- I have the massage oil. - You're driving me crazy.

Yes, I didn't have time to finish yesterday.

I'll get back to it right away.

You'll have it before 10:00, I promise. Have a good day, Mr. Prefect.

I can't stand them! These damn monthly statistics.

- We have to find the bottle. - Okay.

- I don't see her! - We can't leave her here.

Gaelle! The door!

Commissioner, what happened?

- Did he fall? No, I'm learning to swim backstroke.

Bravo.

But it's obvious I've fallen. Help me.

Okay, okay, I'll take it from the shoulders. Watch out.

Ok, ok, ok, ok.

Call an ambulance, I broke something.

Okay, let's go call the ambulance.

- Don't move, okay? - We're coming.

If I have to go to prison, I'll go.

- I made a mess. - Hmm.

I've always done them.

Without Ingrid I will never be able to do it.

Of course you can do it, Tiken!

Your sister never wanted you to give up.

He told me to call you.

You should have done it. I would have been happy to.

We had some great times together. Do you remember?

Yes.

She never forgot you.

- She still loved you. - Stop it.

Lei loved Michael.

No.

They were supposed to get married.

Ingrid and Michael? No. Never in my life.

Well, Etcheverry, it seems, won't be coming back today.

He dislocated his knee, broke his arm,

dislocated shoulder, falling in the office.

- Mhm. That's incomprehensible.

We didn't understand it either. We heard "boom."

Already.

Is that true? - Hmm.

Yes. Old age is a bad thing.

Meanwhile, the investigation continues, but there are no suspects.

We know that Ingrid, apparently,

she was killed for money.

How did the killer know about the money?

He must have been keeping an eye on her all evening. Either her or Arnaud, of course.

After you.

Excuse me. I need to talk to you.

It's urgent.

Um, Arnaud, this is neither the place nor the time to talk.

I just saw the Bitch.

Things weren't going well between Ingrid and Michael.

He said that a few days before his death they had an argument.

- She left him. - Did she tell you why?

Michael was convinced that she still loved me.

He had lost his mind.

Ok.

Thanks, but stay out of the investigation.

Is everything okay, commander?

We investigate Michael.

- Ingrid's boyfriend? - Yes.

Apparently, he's been lying to us from the start.

Ok.

- Find everything you can. - Yes, Commander.

At that time?

Michael bought a property to renovate months ago.

Ingrid signed the documents, so she was definitely involved.

He took out a large loan.

But two days before his death,

Ingrid called the bank to retract.

She was the only guarantor. Without her, there was no money.

And given the state of the property, it is unusable without work.

So the motive is money... and jealousy.

Hmm. The fact remains that he has an alibi.

Yes, indeed, he was at that party.

Yes, but the place is close to the parking lot.

He may have slipped away without being seen.

Mh.

I reread Michael's deposition.

Every word is weighed and thought out.

But for now we have nothing on him.

And he knows it or he would have already left the island with the money.

We'll find a way to get him to talk. He must have a weakness.

Thanks for letting me in.

You're welcome. You were a friend of Ingrid's.

And then I'm happy to have company right now.

I know you were supposed to get married.

Yes.

I am sorry.

It's very hard.

I'll throw myself into the guest house project.

- I have nothing else left. - I understand, yes.

Mhm.

Who do you think it could have been?

Who knew about those 32,000 euros?

This is the exact amount we won.

Did Melissa tell you anything?

It's none of my business, but are you going to respond?

I was unfair to him

and, indeed, he was right about Michael.

Mh.

Did he tell you about the case?

No, he can't do that. The investigation is confidential.

What is he doing? He'll ruin the investigation!

Shh, shh, shh, shh!

The fact that Ingrid and I were together,

He pushed her away a bit. Do you want my opinion?

It's better not to know about your partner's past.

Yes, I agree. Melissa means everything to me.

I don't care about his past.

What matters is the present. I just want to make her happy.

You're lucky to have each other. Take advantage of it.

I, Ingrid, will never be able to hug her again.

When I think that she died alone.

In a parking lot, in the middle of the night.

- He said "parking." - This is a confession.

Oh no, damn it.

Who did you call?

Damn. Why did you call her?

He found out.

Why did you do it?

Did you want to kill me like you did Ingrid? You killed her!

Admit it!

Say it! Say you killed her! - Arnaud!

Leave him!

Leave it! Drop the knife, I said.

Throw him on the ground. No joke.

- You're a murderer! - Shut your mouth! Shut it!

Throw away the knife.

I'll leave him and you'll make me go away. Okay?

Drop the gun!

Okay. Look, I'm putting it down.

Move!

And now I want some guarantees. Is that clear?

Put down the knife and I won't blow your head off.

Is that okay as collateral?

We kept arguing about the project.

He said he was too ambitious!

She was pushing me away.

So I put spyware on his phone.

The day he left me I listened to his answering machine.

There was a message from Arnaud.

He had rented a room to spend the night in after the poker game.

And I'm not an idiot.

So, convinced they would win, you decided to steal their winnings.

I really needed it.

In the message he said the room number.

I left a bottle of champagne, as a welcome.

And I put GHB in the glasses.

When I arrived, Arnaud was sleeping like a baby.

But Ingrid had already left.

And the money was gone.

Curse!

Shit.

No, leave me alone! Help!

No!

Michael! Michael!

No, what are you doing? Michael!

Then I took her back to the hotel.

Arnaud was asleep; he was the perfect culprit. And I took advantage of it.

And now all that money is going to be seized.

It's sad to say, but poor Ingrid died for nothing.

Everything about this story is tragic.

Yes, even the fact that she's sulking at her boyfriend.

She still cares a lot about him, I saw it with my own eyes.

Yes, so what?

Then put your beautiful skull ring back on.

and pick up where you left off. - It's too complicated.

Have you not spoken since the arrest?

No, I haven't seen him since he left.

Seriously? Not even a phone call.

or a message to see how he's doing? - No.

But commander, why? It's not possible!

Yes, I know, I was wrong.

And the bad thing is, I don't know how to fix it.

It's not complicated. Pick up your phone,

send him a message, see you

and, at the same time, put your cards on the table.

- Sometimes life is simple. - If she says so.

- See you tomorrow. - Yes, Commander, see you tomorrow.

Ah! Inspector! I was sure I'd find you here.

Oh, no. Please, not her!

Oh, well, thanks. That's nice.

I don't want to see anyone, I want to suffer in peace.

Mhm. Great pains are silent.

Yes.

I brought her some little gifts that she will like:

banana cookies and a bottle of Tati Louise.

- I'm feeling generous today. - No, I'm not hungry. Take it all away.

- Really? - Yes.

It's a shame, though.

- What a pain, what a pain. Oh, oh, oh.

What can I do for you?

But you should be careful, Commissioner.

It can't fall like this, it's not good at all.

He doesn't have any balance problems, does he?

Crivelli, in confidence...

It was not an accident.

What do you mean?

While I was waiting for the ambulance in the office,

I saw a bottle of oil.

"Oil"... Olive oil? Sesame oil,...?

But no, it was one of those massage oils,

You understand which ones I'm referring to, right?

No.

It doesn't matter, the result doesn't change.

- They wanted to kill me. - No.

Yes, yes. Someone tried to kill me.

No, Commissioner, I think you're exaggerating.

No. No, no.

I don't know who's responsible, but...

..I'll get to the bottom of this story.

How... What would that be?

The bottle is in the lab.

There will definitely be footprints.

Hey!

Are you sure you can do this?

I have every right.

It's a really absurd story.

Well, okay.

So I'm going now, I just wanted to know how he was doing, well.

Ah, Crivelli... - Yes?

Listen, bring back the things you bought.

It seems like my appetite is coming back.

Well, that's a very good sign, Commissioner.

- I'll leave everything here for you. Enjoy! - Thanks.

See you tomorrow, then. And let me know if you get the results...

Yes, of course, of course. - Yes.

Goodbye, Commissioner.

Good evening, this is the Bird Protection League.

Good evening, I would like to speak to Arnaud Fontaine, please.

I'm afraid that's impossible, he's on his way at the moment.

Excuse me?

He left again on a mission in the Camargue.

Would you like to leave a message?

Ready?