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Extreme paleness, dark spots on the skin,

nails streaked with white lines.

In my opinion, it's poisoning.

With arsenic, yes.

-A quick death. At least he didn't suffer.
-How do you know that?

I inherited the hotel, but I'm a doctor.

-I'll request some tests.
-Two crimes in three days. They're linked.

It's possible, but stabbing and poisoning
aren't really the same style.

In any case, it can't be Edouard Ackerman.
He's in a cell.

Wait, it looks like…

Miss Morel, what are you doing?

There's something under his shoulder.

Morel, please…

-A small chain.
-Yes.

With initials on the back.

"C.F.R."

Have you seen it before?

No.

I'll accompany the body to the morgue.
Go back to the office when you're done.

SUMMER '36

With two murders in the hotel,
how are we going to avoid panic?

-You think the killer's at the Riviera?
-I have no idea.

But people will certainly think so.

What will we tell
the guests and the staff?

That Edgar Girault had a heart attack.

We'll avoid talking about the arsenic.
No need to cause panic.

Understood.

I'll be the one to talk to everyone.

Tell me, why did Edgar
want to see us this morning?

To touch base, I suppose.

Really? All right.

Can you replace Mr. Girault as manager
until we have a clearer picture?

You have the experience,
you know everyone.

-Yes, of course.
-Thank you.

Are you okay?

No.

Hey.

Are you kidding me?

You came to the gala
just to settle a score with Delaunay?

Not at all.

When I saw him,
I couldn't stand his air of superiority.

And you think by attacking him,
they'll stop hiring kids?

At least I didn't back down.

I didn't hear you say anything
when they were openly mocking us.

Don't you understand that
all they saw was an aggressive worker?

It suits them. They always say,
"They're the violent ones, not us."

Do you hear yourself?

You're thinking like them.
You don't even realize it.

And you, by being so stubborn,
are ruining everything.

Are you okay?

-Hello, honey.
-Hi.

Do you want some coffee?

No, thanks. Grandpa's waiting for me.
I'm having breakfast with him.

You already spent the evening
with him yesterday.

It's over now.

If you don't want to see him,
that's your business. But I do.

-What's wrong with my nephew?
-This is the time you come home?

-Where did you spend the night?
-On the beach.

We watched the sun rise.

You can't behave yourself.
That's unbelievable.

-What's that supposed to mean?
-Gaby.

Angèle is only 16 years old.

But we talked, and we slept. That's all.

Forget it. We'll have breakfast elsewhere.

Darling.

-Where were you?
-Edgar Girault is dead.

He had a heart attack.

-All the employees are talking about it.
-Well, excuse me, I just found out.

Do you have any news from the lawyer?

Yes.

Edouard will appear in court today.

That lawyer is useless.

There must be something
we can do to get Edouard out of there.

-With a confession, it's difficult.
-But he's not guilty. This is all absurd.

If Edouard is exonerated,

the police will think
he's protecting Blanche.

And your daughter will be rearrested.

-You also think I killed Adrien?
-Absolutely not.

Right, Henri?

Marthe.

We can't just do nothing. It's outrageous.

I'll take care of it.

EUGÈNE GOIRAN AND I
JANUARY 1918

What are you doing here?

The mice again?

What did they say at the morgue?

They requested
an immediate blood test from the lab.

-Any new information on the victim?
-Yes.

He's a widower with no children.
No history with any women, apparently.

No debts either.

He lived at the Riviera.
His life was his job.

No problems with any employees or guests?

He was a very well-liked boss.
The guests liked him too.

-So, no apparent motive?
-Yes.

I see one, anyway.

Yes. Edgar Girault knew
who killed Adrien Jacquart.

I thought of that, yes.
Why didn't he talk to us about it?

Maybe to benefit from it.

-And the medallion found in his office?
-It was never seen at the hotel.

There's still the lead of the initials.

Yeah.

You have nothing else to tell me, Morel?

-About what, Captain?
-I don't know.

Why you stole the Goiran file
from the archives, for example?

Listen, Captain,
I just find that case fascinating.

I wanted to know
every little detail of it.

If you want my opinion,
Pierre Farget is not the culprit.

Maybe you can enlighten me.

There are still some gray areas.

I haven't managed
to piece it all together yet.

But you know that
since you opened the closet in my room.

I want the files
on my desk tomorrow morning.

Yes, Captain.

Mrs. Marthe Pontavice-Caron is here.
She wants to talk to you.

Very well.

I don't care about
my son-in-law's ridiculous confession.

We're no strangers to police methods.

Our methods, as you call them,
have nothing to do with it.

Edouard Ackerman turned himself in.

You took his wife away in front of him.
He wanted to protect her.

But it wasn't him.
And my daughter didn't do anything either.

If you have any concrete evidence,
the police are prepared to listen to you.

My other son-in-law, Jean Berthier…

-Yes?
-He was very jealous of Adrien.

And he loses his temper easily.

That is to say?

At the Riviera gala, he violently
lashed out at one of the guests.

He lunged at him.

And if they hadn't been separated--

Yes, if you had a murderous son-in-law,
you'd prefer the worker to the banker.

If you don't have anything more specific…

The night Adrien Jacquart was murdered,

I think I saw Jean Berthier
next to the Riviera.

-You think?
-I'm sure of it.

At the time, I thought it was someone
who looked like him.

-I didn't know he was in Nice yet.
-And you waited until today to tell us?

Until today, I thought that,

well, I was hoping
the police would do their job.

What time was it?

Around 10:00 p.m. After the concert.

Very well.

That's noted.

Thank you for coming all the way here.

Goodbye, ma'am.

Goodbye. Thank you.

Since you were at the gala,
is this assault story true?

Yes, but it's unrelated.

Who did the son-in-law attack?

Raoul Delaunay, the big boss.
He really did provoke him, actually.

Go back to the Riviera.
See if anyone else saw Jean Berthier

the night of the murder.

Yes. Very well.

Yes, Odette?

Congratulations on your promotion.

Well played.

-What do you want?
-Money.

No. Enough with the blackmail.

I'll tell the police why I came out
of Jacquart's room when you saw me.

And the 500 francs
you stole from the bar's till?

How will you explain that to the cops?

-What are you talking about?
-Mr. Edgar was going to fire you.

And the next day, he's dead.

Every time someone dies,
you have something to hide.

So, who says I won't go after you?

Two deaths or three.
What's the difference?

They can only guillotine me once.

I'm not afraid of you.

Anyway, I don't have any money.

A promotion, then?

With a big pay raise.

Now that you're the manager,
it would be easy for you.

Interim manager.

I'll think about it.

I could be head of housekeeping,
for example.

Be careful, Odette.

It'd be a very bad idea
to push me too far.

Thank you.

Listen, Henri, with your,
let's say, family misadventures,

the scandal is affecting everyone here.

You must step down as president.

I suggest a vote.

He's not wrong, Henri.
At least until the situation's cleared up.

-Gentlemen.
-What are you doing here?

Your husband didn't have
the courage to come?

He sent you to apologize
for his thuggish behavior?

We're about to hold a vote.
Leave us be, please.

So you can be elected chairman
instead of my father?

First, you'll listen to me.

What I'm asking is simple.
Agree to make working under 16 illegal.

Oh, please!

You know, your worker friends are happy
when we hire their hordes of kids.

Without that,
their families would be miserable.

You know nothing about their lives. I do.

And it's you who keep that misery going
by exploiting those kids.

Keeping them ignorant guarantees you
a cheap workforce. And that has to change.

16 years old,
that's completely unrealistic.

On the contrary.

All those young people who go to school
until they're 16 will be more qualified.

Society will benefit from it,
and you will too.

Henri, how much longer must we listen
to your daughter's socialist utopias?

Ask her yourself, Raoul.
She's right in front of you.

Look around you, gentlemen,
the world is changing.

And if you refuse to evolve,
you are doomed to disappear.

Dad!

Henri!

Call a doctor. Quick.

Léonie may be interested in this case
to write a detective novel.

She loves them.

Yeah, I noticed that.

But she would have mentioned it.

No. Why did she go behind my back
to get those files?

Maybe she wouldn't dare ask you.

Morel? Wouldn't dare?

No. I'll call my colleague in Paris again.
I'll ask him for information about her.

Anyway, my priority
is the Riviera murders.

-Don't say anything.
-No, I--

Madeleine.

What did you find out?

No one saw Berthier inside the Riviera
on the night Jacquart was murdered.

And these are the results
of the hotel manager's tests.

Oh, yes.

There's arsenic in Edgar Girault's blood.

Probably rat poison,
ingested with some whisky.

We have the files
on the Riviera employees.

Great. You can compare
the initials of all the employees

with the initials on the medallion
found in Girault's office.

Very well.

And Edouard Ackerman,
we won't send him to the judge, will we?

What do you want me to say?

He insists he killed Jacquart
and won't talk to his lawyer.

Miss Morel.

We're here to see the captain.

We have a statement to make
regarding Edouard Ackerman.

You know you're risking
five years in prison

for perjury and obstruction
of a criminal investigation.

We can also add failure
to report a crime, if you like.

If this was to protect your wife,
trust me, I will find out.

You shouldn't have taken that risk for me.

I'm sorry.

Miss Morel's words
convinced my wife to turn back.

Saving an innocent man was our duty.
They were both right.

I'll arrange for you to leave tomorrow.

My contact in New York
is waiting for your documents.

Thank you for coming back.

Can I talk to you?

Do you think
the captain will arrest my wife again?

I don't know.

Since the death of the Riviera's manager,
all this has taken a different turn.

I have to find them
a safe place for tonight.

I have an idea.

How long have you known you're sick?

What's wrong, Dad?

Tell us what's going on.

My doctor discovered I have heart failure.

What are you talking about?

Your husband could have
a heart attack at any moment.

-Why didn't you tell us?
-What good would that have done?

Besides making you worried.

You need to rest.

Excuse me.

Mom said he's looked tired lately.

It's my fault.

I showed up at his meeting
without warning him.

No, I should have realized
something was wrong.

I see Dad every day.

There are so many other things
I should have realized.

I envied you so much.

You were Dad's favorite,
no matter what you did.

I was never Dad's favorite.

He just raised me
like the son he never had.

Even when you left,
he didn't pay attention to me.

He was never very good
at showing affection.

You're so similar to him.

You've always known what you wanted.

Adrien.

Jean.

Look at the life you chose.

And Adrien had a child with you.

You know about Louis?

He told me the day he died.

That was cruel of him.

I found out just how cruel he could be.

I was so wrong.

But you have your daughter.

She's wonderful.

She's strong.

Yes, she's strong.

There's a ball tonight
in Gloriette Square.

Angèle will be with us.

Come.

Blanche.

The lawyer called.
Edouard has been released.

I'm going back.

You, too, can choose what you really want.

So, on one hand,
the murder of Adrien Jacquart.

Suspects by the shovelful.

Blanche Pontavice-Caron, the mistress.
Eugénie Berthier, the ex-fiancée.

Jean Berthier, the jealous husband.

Still think Marthe Pontavice-Caron
is telling the truth?

Because no one saw Jean Berthier
at the Riviera except her.

I'd rather be sure, Morel.

On the other hand,

the murder of Edgar Girault,
the hotel manager.

No suspects, no motive.

Unless he was blackmailing
Jacquart's murderer.

In any case, one thing is certain.

The person who put
rat poison in his whisky

knew him well enough
to have a drink with him,

and was smart enough
not to leave any fingerprints.

-You'll still question Berthier, right?
-No, not yet. I don't have enough on him.

Madeleine, please call
all the hardware stores in Nice.

Ask them if anyone unusual
bought rat poison

in the days leading up
to the hotel manager's death.

-They might remember.
-Understood.

And the medallion?

-I'll get right on it.
-Very well.

Use Bouvier's office.
You'll be more comfortable.

Okay, thank you.

But…

You're still letting her work on the case?

I'd rather keep an eye on her
until I know what she's looking for.

And with Bouvier still in a cast,
I don't really have a choice.

Right.

Did you really think I could kill Adrien?

-It doesn't matter anymore.
-It does to me.

I found the articles he wrote.

And that caricature of you.

Vile.

Why didn't you tell me about it?

-Would you have listened?
-I wouldn't have had a choice.

-It would have changed a lot of things.
-It's too late now.

What are you saying?

I heard you at the concert.

You were willing to leave with him.

You never really loved me, Blanche.

We'll separate.

Separate? But…

Then why did you take the blame for me?

And these tickets to New York,
for the three of us?

What is this?

I was waiting for the right time
to tell you. Hitler's threatening Europe.

Soon, Jews will no longer be safe
in France. We have to leave the country.

But I can't leave.

Dad is sick.

I know.

Anne-Marie told me. I'm sorry.

But it'll become
too dangerous here. Believe me.

For Angèle, we'll do things gently.

She's what's most important.

Know where she is?
I'd like to talk to her.

At the boarding house with Eugénie.

-She didn't want to stay here.
-It's better this way.

She won't want to leave France.

She's falling in love with Gabriel.

I'll talk to her.

Edouard, where are you going?

I got another room.

What you did for me is…

Hello, yes?

Yes.

Yes, hello, Madam Director.

I don't understand.
What are you talking about?

What do you mean? What telegram?

What driver?

You didn't think to check with me?

What time did she leave?

-Where is Suzanne?
-I was waiting for you.

I want to see my daughter.

-If you've hurt her…
-Calm down. Suzanne's doing just fine.

Of course, the situation
could take a turn at any moment.

It depends on you.

You have until tonight
to bring me Pontavice-Caron's notebook.

What will you do with that notebook?

That's none of your business.

I'll wait for you here.
Obviously, you won't need to knock.

-Have you found anything?
-No, not yet.

If Bouvier saw you sitting at his desk…

-Don't worry. I'll put everything back.
-No, no, no.

It's just that…

you're a woman.

You'll see one day, Madeleine.

In this office,
there'll be just as many women as men.

By the way,

if you need anything from the archives,

a file,

documents on a matter,

don't hesitate to ask.

That's very kind. Thank you very much.

Hello?

Hello, Inspector Carrier!

Yes, he's here waiting for your call.
Hold on, I'll put him on.

Madeleine, some files are missing.
I'm off to the Riviera.

Inspector Carrier from Quai des Orfèvres
is on the phone for you.

Not a moment too soon.

Yes, hi, buddy.

How are you?

Yes. Did you find anything on Miss Morel?

Did she say why?

I see.

Well, thanks, Carrier. I'll buy you
a veal stew when I pass by Paris.

Goodbye.

So?

Morel came first
in the police assistant exam.

She was hired in Paris
at the Quai des Orfèvres.

She insisted on coming here,
to Nice, to my department.

Does your friend know why?

No.

Where is she?

Files were missing.
She went to get them at the Riviera.

What's this all about?

What are you looking for?

I want to understand why she left.
I don't trust her.

So, there's a blue file and a white file.

Okay.

The white file.

Not that. Not that…

Okay, that's good.

UNIFORM LOAN
VINCENT, GIULIA

There's a card missing.

And it's Giulia Vincent's.

The head housekeeper at the Riviera.

Rémi, let me know when you see
Mr. and Mrs. Pontavice-Caron leave.

Yes, I know he fainted.

That's why I want us
to do his room without disturbing him.

What are you doing here?

The medallion we found
in this office was yours.

-What do you mean?
-This is serious!

What happened with your manager?
Why was your necklace here?

I have no idea.
It could have fallen here at any time.

-Are you investigating me now?
-It's not like that.

Mrs. Giulia Vincent.

I looked into it.
Mother's name, Chiara Francesca Rossi.

Born in Genoa, Italy.

C.F.R.

The initials on the medallion
found near your manager.

-How could you do this?
-It's not--

Morel, out!

And wait for me. I'm not done with you.

So, now you're going to explain to me how
your medallion ended up at a crime scene.

My medallion
could have fallen here at any time.

I come to this office every day.

-The night he died too?
-I didn't kill him.

Then why hide the fact
the medallion was yours?

I was afraid of being accused.

Have any reasons to be mad at him?

No, of course not.

He was a serious manager and a good boss.

Now you're the manager, right?

You wouldn't have got the job
if he wasn't dead.

Mr. Neuville thinks I'm qualified
to be the interim manager. Talk to him.

-…listen to his whimsy rants.
-Yes.

-Hello, excuse me.
-Yes?

You like Giulia a lot, don't you?

She's a great head housekeeper, yes.

Of course. You like her a lot.

Yes, quite a lot. And?

And she needs help right away.

And you are?

Her sister. Her half-sister.
It doesn't matter. She's in big trouble.

Where were you last night?

After the gala, in my room.

-Alone?
-Yes.

That's a shame.

Have you ever used rat poison
at the hotel?

No need. The previous owner had a cat.

Well, you're going to follow me
to the police station.

My darling.

I've come to give you some details.

Mrs. Vincent was with me last night.

All night.

I appreciate your discretion, sweetie,

but the captain needs to know the truth.

You'll come to the station
to make a statement.

Of course.

Come on, Morel. Let's go.

Are you okay?

I'm really sorry for the method.

Your sister gave me little time to act,
so I thought that--

She shouldn't have asked you to intervene.

I'm perfectly capable of defending myself.

I don't doubt it for a second.

And you? You don't suspect me?

No.

Why? Should I?

What were you thinking,
warning a suspect behind my back?

Giulia Vincent didn't kill Edgar Girault.
She has an alibi.

You're wrong to take me for a fool.
I know you know Giulia Vincent.

I don't know how,
but you two know each other.

I also know you insisted on Nice,
instead of Quai des Orfèvres.

Yet, for an officer, it's the Holy Grail.
Can you explain that?

Giulia's my half-sister.

Yes?

I came to Nice
to be closer to her. There you go.

Why did you hide it?

I was afraid you'd stop me
from investigating at the Riviera.

I should fire you, you know.

Be careful. The next time, that's it.

Go home. I've seen
enough of you for today.

And those missing files,
on my desk tomorrow morning.

They've all gone out.
They'll get rained on at the beach.

Shall I make you a coffee?

Yes, I'd love one.

I'll be right back.

What are you doing?
You're supposed to be resting.

I'm feeling much better, don't worry.
Get in, I need to talk to you.

It's important.

Your remarks, you know,

it made me think.

Eugénie, seeing you facing Delaunay

and the others…

You can handle it.

Handle what?

Taking over for me as the head
of the Pontavice-Caron company.

Excuse me?

I need to prepare for the future.

Louis is too young.

You're the only one I trust.

No.

-No, I can't.
-I'll help you at first.

How can you ask me to do that?

-I've fought with workers for 17 years--
-Precisely.

As head of the company,
you'd have the power to implement

the social measures you defend.

Don't answer right away.

I'm just asking you
to think about it seriously.

-No need. It's no.
-Eugénie…

Let's go back.

Come in.

Mr. Sauveur, have a seat.

I'm sorry, I couldn't get to Nice sooner.

How can I help you?

I imagine that since you
and Prosecutor Jacquart were colleagues,

you were aware of the threatening letters.

Yes, of course.

Did you ever hear him mention
Eugénie and Jean Berthier?

No, those names don't sound familiar.

Did he have any enemies?

Pretty much everyone he convicted,
but most of them are in prison now.

Pierre Farget was convicted
in the Goiran case and will be executed.

No threats from him?

No.

Did Prosecutor Jacquart
seem different lately? Anything unusual?

To be entirely honest,

he called to ask me to urgently find out
what steps to take to establish paternity.

I thought that was strange.

To establish paternity?
Is there an ongoing case?

Not that I know of, no.

But he asked me to call him as soon as
I had the info, even if it was late.

-When was this?
-The day he died.

And what did he say to you?

I couldn't talk to him. He wasn't
at Le Régent when I tried to reach him.

-Le Régent? Le Régent café?
-Yes.

He told me he'd be there from 10:00 p.m.

He had a meeting.

Is he the one
who was slaughtered at the Riviera?

Dammit.

Yeah, he was with a lady
at that table right there.

-Did they seem close?
-No, it seemed more like an argument.

The woman didn't look happy.
Then the other guy showed up.

-What other guy?
-Well, her husband. At least, I think.

Was it them, the husband and wife?

No, they weren't posh like that.
They were more like paid vacationers.

Time flies, so what?

That's only serving the hanged

Only the moment can make us smile

The most loyal of partners

I don't care about the years that fly by
And the wrinkles gathering on my forehead

I have a tune in my heart
That will always be in season

We need to sing while we can
We need to love as much as we want

Time passes somewhat mockingly…

Captain Raven doesn't know
you're Farget's daughter?

No, but I think he's getting
more and more suspicious.

You actually like Raven.

I like him. He's smart.

I like him,
but that doesn't mean he's honest.

I saw a picture of him
with Frédéric Goiran's father.

Eugène, the print shop's founder.

The guy my father is accused of killing.

They seemed close. They were in the war.

Do you think he knows about the fake IDs?

I don't know, but he could have turned
a blind eye for his friend.

Who are you looking for?

I went back to the shop.

One of the employees told me
he'd come to talk to me tonight.

In the meantime, everyone's having fun
except us. Come on, let's dance.

Let's enjoy the moment
Let's make time to dance

Here and now

Everything is here.

Wonderful.

You are looking
at the new partner of Pontavice-Caron.

Where is my daughter?

I'll take care of the school fees.

But as for the IOU,
we'll see about that later.

Maybe you could do me a few more favors.

I don't care about the IOU.
Tell me where my daughter is.

My driver dropped her off
at Gloriette Square.

She was thrilled to go to the ball.

It's incredible.
We could really change the world.

Mom!

Mom!

I'm here. Come!

My darling!

Are you okay?

I'm great. Are you kidding?
I'm so glad you brought me here.

-When did you get here?
-Just now, with Mr. Delaunay.

Do you know what he did?

He offered to buy me a new dress.
For the ball.

And I refused, of course. I said no.

I believe in total financial independence
for women.

You did well to turn it down.

And you? You've been named manager?

Classy! Are you buying us
a lemonade to celebrate, Madam Director?

Dad?

Dad, you're here!

So, at the town hall,

they told you that Eugénie Berthier
ended her engagement to Adrien Jacquart

one month before getting married?

Yes, that's right.
They called off their wedding in January.

And Louis Berthier,
her son, when was he born?

On August 2nd of the same year.

I think we just found
Jean Berthier's motive.

Can we call a truce tonight?

Come on, I want to dance with you.

He's here.

Of course there's shady stuff
going on at the print shop.

-But I said nothing. I don't know you.
-No, of course.

I know that Captain Raven
and the printer were close.

Do you know if he knew about the fake IDs?

I have no idea,
but he's his son's godfather.

Raven is Frédéric Goiran's godfather?

Well, yeah.

Angèle.

You remember you have a family now?

-We need to talk, darling.
-No.

I have nothing to say to you.

I do.

Your mother's right, you two need to talk.

I'll see you later?

Thank you.

Do you know Pierre Farget?

Yeah, but not that well.

He's my father.

I'm sorry.

Do you think he's guilty?

All I can tell you is that he was involved
in the fake ID scams for the Mafia.

No, that's impossible.

Your father drank a lot.
And when he did, he wouldn't stop talking.

One night, he told me
he made money that way.

Maybe he was exaggerating.

No, he even showed me
a fake ID card that he had made himself.

-I'm really sorry.
-Thank you very much, sir.

How could he do that?
How could he lie to me?

You need to go talk to your father.

Stop this! Stop!

Guys! Music!

What's going on?

Jean Berthier.

-Come with us.
-Let go of me.

Why?

What did he do?

Jean!

-Jean! What are you doing?
-Gabriel!

-He didn't do anything!
-Don't resist. Come on.

-What are you doing?
-Stop!

Jean!

Captain!

I know Jean Berthier.
Maybe I can help you?

-Okay, but I don't want to hear you.
-Yes.

Léonie?

I'll meet you at the beach later, okay?

What did you want to tell me?

I'm sorry for everything that's happened.

-I shouldn't have done that.
-Let's not talk about it.

-I want to go back to the ball.
-No.

-I know how you feel about that boy.
-Gabriel.

His name is Gabriel, Mom.

I know how you feel about Gabriel.

-But you're 16 years old.
-Why do you always mention that?

I love him and he loves me. That's all.

You love him like one loves a first love.

And I know what that's like.
But sometimes we make mistakes.

No, you don't know anything.

At least Dad understands me.
He'd never stop me from seeing Gabriel.

You're right.

We'll talk about it with your father.

You were seen arguing violently
with Prosecutor Adrien Jacquart

at Le Régent café,
the night of the murder.

-What was the reason?
-That's none of your business.

-When there's a murder right after, it is.
-Do you kill everyone you argue with?

You went to the Riviera that night. Why?

I was getting some air.
Why? Is that forbidden now?

Jean.

So, you confirm you were in front
of the Riviera the night of the murder.

-Funny coincidence.
-I see. A prole must be a murderer?

Prole or not, a jealous husband
is still a jealous husband.

And killing a wife's lover
is the top motive for murder.

Nonsense. Jacquart hadn't been
my wife's lover for 17 years.

17 years.

Isn't that your son's age?

Isn't there a little link?

-Jean!
-Come on.

Put him in a cell until tomorrow.

Type up the report as soon as possible.
I want it sent to the judge tomorrow.

Yes, Captain.

We meet again.

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Good evening!

Thank you. Good evening.

So?

Eugénie…

Your husband is in jail.

The captain
will question him again tomorrow.

Why?

Because he knows
Louis is Adrien Jacquart's son.

And for him, that's the golden motive.

-Jean did nothing. I need to talk to--
-Wait, Eugénie.

I'm not supposed to tell you, but…

you need to know something.

We've not slept together in a while.

Suzanne, you're going to stay here
with me for a while.

You're not going back
to school right away.

Why? Is there a problem?

No. I just want to enjoy your company.

I'm okay with taking a vacation.

THE RIVIERA BEACH

Félix?

Félix?

STORAGE

Félix!

Subtitle translation by: Joseph Riopelle