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Mum, you know you're still a great artist if the house is tidy?

Take a chill pill, honey.

Everything OK?

The Agency is worse than ever.

These hipster companies are stealing all of our projects.

If I don't win this contract, it's bankruptcy. Everything's great.

You always win those contracts. I don't see why that should change.

I don't know, I'm not sure about this one.

Jeanne, a good architect is a good architect.

It doesn't matter what the job is.

And if it's a no, it may be a blessing in disguise.

What do you mean?

Maybe a little forced time off

would give you the chance to have a holiday, take a break?

How many Xanax is it per day?

The same as you with joints.

That's too much.

How old is this?

Finished!

It's perfect.

I'm lucky you're here, I don't have the patience.

It's like making a doll's house. I love it.

That should be enough for the weekend.

If you need anything, call the neighbour.

I won't get reception out there. They live in the middle of nowhere.

Somewhere they'd never find you.

Careful, that's how crime stories start.

Behave yourself, Mum.

ARIES Work: Success, you're unstoppable.

Health: Take care! You're not 100%.

Love: You're too controlling. Let loose! Go crazy!

CRIME STORIES Special: Top ten murders of...

You've reached Théo Daguerre. Please, don't leave a message. I hate that.

Jeanne Chardon-Spitzer here. I'm on the 12:47 bus.

Please confirm that you'll be at the bus stop as agreed with my boss.

Thank you!

Headaches.

Daguerre Road

Jeanne?

I left you a message at 12:48.

We get no reception here. We really are in the sticks.

Théo Daguerre, hello!

Let me take that. Thank you.

At least there isn't a group of excited kids following you

asking when the next Trombinium is coming out.

- Sorry, the doors don't work. - Ah...

More trouble than they're worth, these convertibles.

Ah right, OK... Or if I... Ah...

Come on, let's go.

I hope you'll take as much pleasure from my work.

I have absolutely no doubt.

Tell me, Jeanne.

Did the call for proposals not scare you off?

Not at all, why?

Well,

the world-leader in board games renovating its run-down manor

to create a space "dedicated to the joy of play".

That can't be a normal day at the office, correct?

It's a challenge that excites me.

I look forward to seeing that.

You're checking me out.

Not at all.

No?

What a shame.

- I thought it was mutual. - Excuse me?

- I said it's a shame! - Yes, I heard.

I thought we'd pull over, hazards on,

and make savage love behind the bushes.

You know, like the Brits.

You're my potential boss, I'm your potential employee...

Ah, so you like role-play? Great, I love to play.

I have other... roles.

Really? Ah...

A husband and kids you don't want to betray?

I've managed to do without both, I'll do without you, Mr. Daguerre.

No, please, call me Théo.

As you wish, Mr. Daguerre.

Home!

Koi fish from South East Asia.

A symbol of love and virility.

One of Dad's obsessions.

I know you were checking me out, Jeanne.

Welcome to the Daguerre manor.

It's sublime!

Really, you think?

Look at the curve on these struts!

They haven't made them like this for 200 years!

I could cry, it's just...

- My dad is waiting. - Yes.

He's on the first floor.

Armand, our butler. And Jeanne, the architect.

Jeanne the architect.

Jeanne the architect, as suspect as the rest of them.

- Sorry, Armand. - Sorry...

A real gem.

So there's been no structural change since you've been here, correct?

Yes.

And did you see the 3D simulations that I sent you?

No, Dad can't understand all that.

That's why he requests that each candidate bring a model.

We need something tangible. Sweetie?

No, I don't do sugar.

- Want to see my room, Jeanne? - Mr. Daguerre, no!

- Shame, it's really worth it. - I'm sure.

Dad made personalised rooms for each of us.

Then he made board games out of them.

He's never been able to separate work and family.

It really is a shame.

I was "Babélio", a great game. Did you have Babélio?

Babel... Babelium... Ah, yes.

Where did you hide the Kalashnikov?

That's Léna, my sister.

Don't move, bitch!

Maybe I can come back, if you're in the middle of a family reunion?

Théo, haven't you told her?

Jeanne, nothing to worry about. It's just that it's Friday,

which in this house means...

Murder Party!

A life-size murder mystery role-play, if you like.

As characters in an investigation, players must find the killer.

You only know the motives

and the secrets of your character

and the killer tries to make the others seem guilty.

Ah, OK. I see.

It's family team-building.

That's great. At the Agency we did this big treasure hunt,

"to build professional relationships". I hated it.

Salomé, Théo and Léna's step-mum, Daguerre Games Head of Development.

Nice to meet you, Miss.

Léna, in charge of artistic vision.

Lots of responsibility, very little recognition.

Drop the gun, scumbag!

You're dead, slapper!

Whore!

Whore!

Whore!

After you, Jeanne.

Yes.

One knocks, Théo.

One gets up to greet their guests, César.

Excuse him, I did a terrible job raising him.

Ah, yes...

César Daguerre, nice to meet you.

No, no. A family dispute.

I'm eager to see your proposals, Miss Jeanne.

And I am eager to show you, Mr. Daguerre.

Stupid game... Some of us are working.

Jeanne, Joséphine.

The Group's Financial Director.

And my sister, no less.

Nice to meet you.

Jo, Jeanne Chardon-Spitzer,

one of, if not the, best engineering architect in Paris.

I guess he told you: "unlimited budget".

Yes, well that's what it said on the call for proposals.

Don't come crawling to me when you go bankrupt.

Don't listen, Miss.

You should know that it was me who insisted

that they send you. Because, at your Agency,

you're the only one under 60, you're the youngest one.

That's true.

I've always looked for guts, audacity, energy, youth!

What's that?

A sweetener. I don't do sugar.

Well, over to you.

Blow me away.

César, we agreed not too much pressure.

Yes, well...

I just need to be amazed.

Well, OK.

Right...

Go on.

Welcome to "César's Playground".

Why in English?

To sound like one of your games.

Setting the bar high.

Yes...

As a structural engineer, I'll push the limits of your manor.

We'll create an adult playground,

but without losing the living space.

The idea is a blueprint completely dedicated to play.

You sound like a brochure...

So... the first space on the ground floor:

"The Multi-Room".

We just move this...

The idea is to amplify the space,

right?

The lounge and hall become one. Furniture is built into the wall,

and we create an immense, multiple choice playground.

Multiple choice? In an empty room? How does that work?

It will be possible thanks to no less than 20 pull-out partitions,

with mobile sensors coming down from the ceiling...

Putting on your VR headsets,

you'll be in a different universe

depending on which of the 300 exclusive options you choose.

I'm thirsty.

So, the second ground floor space:

"The Treasure Room".

You have roulette, slot machines... It's all digital,

so again you choose your universe:

1930s Las Vegas, Steampunk slots,

whatever you want.

And there, I thought, we knock through. We open...

onto my first surprise:

An indoor-outdoor pool that goes into the garden.

Any questions about this space?

No, it's crystal clear.

For your playground's first floor...

Sorry to interrupt, Miss. But...

A virtual reality room, with a casino, an indoor pool...

Who do you think I am? A porn king?

Did you think: It's an old eccentric billionaire,

I'll pull out the tricks that have worked a hundred times

on a hundred other billionaires renovating their manors?

Not at all...

Do you know what you're talking about?

Do you know what a Daguerre game is?

Yes, Where's Yéti, Now you know, Trombinium,

- Yes... - Good of you to learn the names...

But have you ever actually played them?

Have you felt that childlike joy?

Yes... I love joy, so...

What is play, Jeanne?

But what are you playing at?

Miss, I've spent my life inventing the craziest games.

I've made the Sundays of generations of families.

I've made worlds from scratch. So I don't want virtual games.

I want someone to transform my house into a real-life game.

And that won't be you.

Unless...

But...

Are you kidding me?

Five of six chambers are empty. If you win, you get the contract.

You can't really think I'll...

- You don't want to play? - César, that's enough.

OK, you're right, Miss.

I don't know what came over me.

I'm not thinking straight. It's true that I'm the host.

I should go first.

It's people like you who make games for children all over the world?

Jeanne!

Obviously the bullet was a blank.

It was a joke! One of Dad's jokes, but just a joke!

What about putting a real bomb in one of your games?

Whoever it lands on wins a Daguerre Games coffin?

It would be a hit with the 3-5 age group.

Look, your proposal wasn't all bad, some things were cool.

The indoor-outdoor pool was great, for example.

Your father's right...

No, Jeanne.

Give me your number. Let's meet somewhere else.

Enjoy your team-building!

No, that's not in the game.

Dad!

I knew it... I knew it!

Excuse me.

Dad?

He's not breathing.

Dad?

Come on!

His heart's stopped beating.

Oh, César, my love!

Oh my God...

It smells like bitter almonds. It's cyanide!

Mum?

- Dad? - My darling!

- Come here. - Is it pretend for the Murder Party?

Erm, no, it's complicated. Come on.

Come here, my darling.

Who's the tramp that did this?

You wouldn't let him think his father died, right?

César, this is ridiculous. Get up.

Jeanne, please!

You must understand this is not part of the game, OK?

That's enough!

He's dead!

He's dead!

- Armand, call an ambulance! - Yes, right away, Madam.

Mum, come here!

What is it? What now?

What's wrong?

Mum!

Grow up? What's the point? Daguerre Games!

Who killed César Daguerre? The game.

- Is he really dead? - Shh!

I just killed César

and I am amongst you.

If you don't unmask me, you die.

If you don't play,

you die.

You have 24 hours.

List of suspects:

Théo, the clone-son.

Salomé, the sacrificed.

Léna,

Electra.

Armand,

Brutus.

Jo, the thief.

Why the thief?

Hercule, the heir.

Jeanne, the...?

Jeanne, the...?

Jeanne...

- The...? - The...?

- The...? - Jeanne, the...?

The what?

Jeanne, the what?

Jeanne, the...?

- The...? - The what?

Jeanne, the what...?

I don't know how...

- I just got here. - Well, yes.

- Jeanne, the...? - The what?

The...?

I'm leaving.

- Jo the thief? - Jeanne, the what?

- Why "the"? - Why is she there?

Wait, wait.

Are you OK?

Claustrophobia.

Oh no! Théo!

Théo! Théo!

That door closes by itself. You could have been there all night.

Best not to wander off again.

Are there no escape tunnels? Lots were built during WW2.

No, all the walls are 200-years-old.

What's going on, Théo?

Why am I here?

He couldn't even die like a normal person.

My condolences.

Given the situation, I think we can lose the formal tone.

So?

No. No way out.

There can't be no way out.

Grow up? What's the point?

Daguerre Games!

Calling all players:

Meeting now in the flower lounge.

Warning to all players:

The game starts now.

The rule is simple: By unmasking me, the manor doors will open.

If you haven't found me after 24 hours,

you will die.

Careful: An incorrect guess at who the gamemaster is

will also result in death.

The game has three parts:

you must play three games.

Each game will reveal a clue about my identity.

After each one, a break will be given,

to make your guess.

Go now to César and Salomé's room for the first game.

If you don't play, you die.

OK, let's go.

No...

What are you doing?

Jeanne, didn't you hear?

There's a crazy killer in the house and you want to... play their games.

If you don't play, you die.

- Well, yes. - Yes.

But it's clearly a trap!

Why would the killer expose themselves? It makes no sense.

The pleasure of seeing loved-ones in turmoil, consumed by doubt...

Seeing their fear, up-close.

Sorry, Higgins Clark!

The girl is right. I'm not going either.

- In that Agatha Christie novel... - No, no!

But you see what I mean...

Nobody takes it seriously

and they die one after the other.

I'm sure it's some sick joke.

Somebody mocking us. The question is why?

Mocking us? Dad is dead! Don't you get that?

Right, Dad is dead. But some of you seem just fine,

as if this was amusing.

Are you scared we'll win?

What?

Your scared that we'll win and you'll have to let us go.

You're the only one who isn't part of the family...

...and César

just happens to be killed when you're here.

Strange, isn't it?

- Shut it, servant. - Thank you.

She's the only one who has spoken any sense.

Jeanne, what do you suggest?

Let's not fall into the trap, we need to stay in control

and try to find a way out, of course.

Jeanne, if it's one of us...

Eennie Meenie Miney Moe

Catch a tiger by the toe

If he hollers let him go

- Léna, come on. - Eennie Meenie Miney Moe.

Jeanne, if it's one of us...

The rules will be enforced. Until the end...

We're all real players here.

I've written crime novels for 25 years, I know how it works.

All this seems too well written to be one of Madam's works.

How so? Can you read, Armand?

And grateful you should be, as one reader you have in me.

Dear Armand, such a way with words,

and a life spent washing underwear.

Right, that's enough!

We'll split into groups and we'll find a way out.

Game one, ready.

I'm sorry, Jeanne. OK, let's go.

Quickly!

And so, my resistance is too late,

I walk blindly to my awaiting fate.

If you haven't found me after 24 hours, you will die.

If you haven't found me after 24 hours, you will die.

I don't get it. What's the game?

Hey! Voice!

What do we have to do?

What's this?

Can you explain?

I know nothing.

Yesterday it was my shoe cupboard.

Quite a weak alibi

for the world's best crime writer.

Our names are on them.

Wait... Welcome to Kill The Bride,

Special Edition.

To release the clue, take turns to shoot the arrow

at the symbols that light up on the wall,

with your back against the opposing wall.

- The opposing wall? - Hold on!

If you don't play, you die.

The person whose name is in red

must be handcuffed, while the person whose name is in green shoots.

- Have fun! - It's awful...

Shoot here.

Why is that in your room?

César and I had a life, Jeanne.

He's making us shoot who we're closest too.

- Look. - You like Salomé more than me?

Well...

I'm not there. I'm nobody's favourite!

- Oh yes... - It's unbelievable,

- you're such a delight. - Shut up, servant!

Well... at least I'm being shot at.

That means I'm loved.

Jeanne!

Look.

But... Why am I on two arrows?

Too much love.

Mum, how do you aim?

Don't worry, my darling. Jeanne will do it for you.

Right, Jeanne?

Go on darling, wait outside the door.

We'll get you when... when we're finished, OK?

Calm down!

It's in the bag. I have great aim.

Don't big yourself up, Théo.

Yes, sorry.

- Shall I cuff you? - Yes.

Too tight?

It'll be fine.

- Get off her! - Stop!

- OK? - Yes.

The game begins.

Shoot here.

OK, just listen to me.

By this evening my colleagues will begin to worry. At least, I hope so.

They'll call the cops and we'll be fine. So let her go!

You really don't understand what house you're in.

Nor who it belongs to.

Whoever you are...

Bravo.

You're a worthy adversary.

In 20 years of flowing prose and watertight plots,

I myself have never thought up

such a... clever and exhilarating mystery.

- Shut it, Armand! - OK, let's go.

Although... My book,

"Death and Annuity", 1997, received praise

across the board for its plot coherence and...

You will remember that...

Jeanne.

- Go on. - Jeanne.

Move, I won't say it again.

- Move, Jeanne. - Shoot at both.

Shit, Jeanne!

No!

- No! - But, no!

- What's she doing? - Let go.

It's the game!

You made me do it!

No justification needed. We all enjoyed that.

I hope Madam feels better now.

Silence, please!

- Salomé, I'm shooting. - Yes.

- No! - Jeanne, no!

- No! - I'm playing now.

Stop!

Salomé?

Error.

Mum?

- I'm sorry. - I said not to big yourself up.

Did we win?

Armand...

- Yes? - You're up.

- No! - Yes, Miss.

Joséphine don't be fooled, come back here!

Best get this stupidity over with. If we win, it stops.

I'm great at this.

Shoot here.

Be very careful, Miss.

It would be a shame not to have

a litter of little servants.

At least I can still reproduce.

Shit...

Oh no...

Jo! My pills...

Oops! None left.

- No! - It will be fine!

No, it won't be!

I said I can do it!

I did it!

I did it!

Again...

Jeanne!

Jeanne! Jo hit the target, it's done.

Now it's you or the kid.

Jeanne, you can't let him shoot at his mum.

The killer wants a massacre, it doesn't matter if I play or not.

If you don't play, you die.

It's the opposite! It always is!

You play, you die. I should know.

Watch out!

Mum...

Don't worry, baby. It's almost over.

Arrow trajectory is just ballistics.

Average speed: 70 metres per second.

It's five metres, meaning...

And I'm the OCD one, sure...

Game ends in 30 seconds.

Move it!

Come on, kiddo.

We'll get you in 31 seconds.

Don't miss, Jeanne, please.

Come on.

Air time is inversely proportional to arrow speed, itself linked to

launch height and distance inversed,

so if I shoot with a distance of...

Ten seconds.

Hell with it!

There!

First game completed.

So?

It's César's will.

What?

Grow up? What's the point? Daguerre Games!

Game two in two hours.

Until then, happy investigating.

Let's go!

What is it, Salomé?

He's left the manor in usufruct,

so we can never get rid of it.

Never, never, never.

What are we meant to see? Where is the clue?

Leave it to a professional.

What I suggest, is a two-columned table.

On the left,

clues and suspects. On the right, motives.

Who are you, Jeanne?

Why are you in this?

What?

Look, there.

- There. - My God.

You knew Dad?

Of course not!

What family? What damages?

None! I have nothing to do with your dirty laundry!

I suspected otherwise

from the start.

I leave to Jeanne Chard... to Jeanne Chardon-Spitzer,

the Daguerre manor,

in reparation for family damages...

There!

How did you know César?

Was he a former lover? Is that it?

Seriously?

But can't you see?

It's obvious!

She's Dad's lovechild out for revenge because he abandoned her.

No, Jeanne, tell me it's not true.

No...

Are you my big sister?

This is just to mislead us!

I can't be César's daughter.

It's too ridiculous.

Like in one of Salomé's books, you mean?

There's no reason for her to be in the will.

It's a clue that points to her. Clear as day.

Now that, however, is worth taking a look at.

That bastard!

César leaves the same to everyone,

except Salomé. She gets nothing.

But, why?

I know nothing, Théo. I swear.

We all know you married Dad for his money.

- This is your revenge! - Léna, stop!

Shut it, mummy's boy!

- She's in a manic phase. - Yes!

You've brought nothing but unhappiness since you arrived.

You can kill all of us, you'll never be a Daguerre.

Oh, really?

Yes. You'll remain a failed writer, penniless.

Never say that again.

Got it?

I've always loved César.

I picked up the pieces,

after your mother died. Thanks to me he found inspiration after those...

awful games in the 90s.

I brought him back to life.

Stop!

- Mum? - Yes!

Yes, my darling.

Does that mean you're the killer?

No, of course not, darling.

Mums don't do bad things. Never, ever.

I'm probably the only one here who would never have killed him.

Stop!

Joséphine.

Take that page out of your pocket.

What?

No, wait.

Joséphine!

No!

- What is it? - It's not what you think.

- Are you serious? - What?

It's an addendum to the will, which was made two weeks ago.

Ownership of Daguerre Games was meant to be divided 50/50

between Théo and Joséphine.

But now the sole owner is Théo.

Unbelievable.

Jo will have no rights.

Not a bad motive, I'd say.

César warned me. I don't care.

If you knew and didn't care, why hide it?

Because I was sure

that you wouldn't believe me and would accuse me.

Of course we don't believe you.

You've always been second in command,

your whole life is Daguerre Games,

and you want us to believe that you don't care about being cut out.

I devoted my life to César!

It wasn't to kill him at the end!

You devoted your life to César, what does that mean?

After the death of César's wife,

Théo and Léna's mother, I moved in here.

César needed me. He was destroyed.

It was before Salomé came along.

Of course,

it's obvious...

You've always been in love with your brother, Joséphine.

You hated him marrying me,

because you wanted him all for yourself.

It's plain to see.

I want to guess who the gamemaster is.

No, Salomé, wait for more clues. If you're wrong, you die.

And if I'm right? We all survive.

Listen, Salomé.

We don't like each other, we never have, everyone knows it.

But you're all the kids have.

And it's for them... that I'm doing this.

I accuse, officially,

Joséphine, here present, of killing César!

A crime of passion,

a murky story of incest and inheritance.

Re-read "The Notary in Black", it's all there.

Joséphine,

as you are the gamemaster,

I ask you to follow your rules,

the game is over.

The doors won't open, Salomé.

What now?

Come here!

But...?

- So? - No...

Game two

in 30 minutes.

Until then, happy investigating.

Do I still need to prove that we're just pawns in a sadist's game?

- I'm going to the hole. - The hole?

She's preparing for our deaths.

Jeanne?

César can't be your dad. You have a dad, right?

My father died when I was five. There's no way it's true.

Right, OK.

Anyway, I don't think you're twisted enough to be the killer.

That sounds almost like a criticism.

You don't have to tell me, but how did your father die?

I never tell my life story on the first date.

Yes, of course, understandable.

His vice killed him.

He would have loved it here.

He was a pathological gamer.

He was always in gaming circles.

He killed himself when I was five...

playing Russian roulette.

Are you joking?

No, sorry...

That's not what I meant, I'm sorry.

He had set up his games den in the basement at home.

He hung out there with his friends on the weekends.

I wasn't allowed to enter, of course.

That evening... I heard a gunshot.

I heard my mum screaming.

So I went down...

I opened the door and I saw him...

He had lost.

I'm sorry, Jeanne.

It was 30 years ago.

She must be worried sick. What will she do if I'm gone?

Who? Your mum?

She needs me... We've been inseparable since that day.

Why am I telling you all this?

You've had your fair share of Daguerre traumas,

you're entitled to share some from the Chardon-Spitzers, right?

Do you think normal families exist?

No idea.

Why ask me that? What does it change?

A family is the most precious thing you can have in life.

It's what's most precious to me.

You are living proof that the opposite is true.

For me, the less family I have, the better things will be.

I've never wanted a husband or kids

and you're proof I got it right.

Being alone is getting it right, really?

Being alone means having control of your life.

What would happen if you controlled it a little less, Jeanne?

I don't know... I...

I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry.

There's still the sordid possibility that we're brother and sister, Théo.

Yes, you're right.

No DNA test in that medicine bag?

Yes, I think...

- Mum! - What's going on?

No, no, no...

She's...

She's just unconscious.

Yes, that's it.

Armand, you stay with the kid,

that way we can take Salomé upstairs to get some rest.

OK, Hercule?

It's a shame the kid won't see his mum like this.

She's never been so likeable.

We can still spare him some pain, don't you think?

A few hours won't change anything.

He'll find out soon.

Wouldn't you have liked more time believing your parents were alive?

Armand's Proposals

A game for lovers

Top speed! You're king of the track!

Wedding of the Century

Aim of the game: With challenges in each room...

Calling all players:

Meeting in Joséphine's room for game

number two.

Psychological Treatment Report

Léna... tried to poison... César... drain unblocker.

What are you doing?

What about you?

Game two, ready. If you don't play,

you die.

This is Jo's room?

I told you, Dad made a room that resembled each of us.

This is messed up...

The game begins.

Where's the clue?

Look in all the nooks and crannies.

Jo? Are you OK?

Yes, I'm fine.

I'm coming.

Why won't it open?

Don't hurt yourself, my dear. Let me.

What's wrong with Aunty Jo?

Where's Mum?

Why isn't she playing?

Mum is... still asleep.

But don't worry, it will be OK.

Why are you treating me like a four-year-old?

Hey! I've got something.

Come see.

Got it...

Evasion, Special Edition.

Oh, no! No!

Jeanne, calm down.

We've got the rules.

From one puzzle to the next, you will be free;

the clue will be your key.

Key!

OK, we need to find the second clue to open the door.

An escape game, is it?

What's that again?

What rock has she been living under? It's all the rage.

You're shut in a room and you have to crack the code to free yourself.

Ah, yes...

The game lasts ten minutes, at the end of which,

the poison I put in Jo's glass at dinner will kill her.

The antidote is with the clue. Have fun!

Jo?

When I said the drink would catch up with her...

- Shut it, Armand! - Jeanne?

Jeanne?

Hey...

Look at me, it's going to be OK.

- Where's your Xanax? - I finished them.

There's no more Xanax? We're going to die.

- It will be fine. - Breathe.

Look at me. Focus on your hands.

Make a fist with your hands.

Release slowly. Just focus on that. Open and close, OK?

Forgive me,

I'm going to try to save my aunt. What could be a code in here?

There you go.

Your breathing is coming back.

Guys, the desk key.

The key? The key!

- Does it work? - Yes!

Clue

Red, green, blue, yellow. It's a code.

It stands for something. We need to find what it could be.

- Let's get to it! - There must be a logic to it...

Will Aunty Jo die? I'm scared.

No, it's a game. It's just a game.

We just need to crack the codes. We need to win, of course...

- Red, green, blue! - Yes!

- No... That doesn't work. - Brown, no.

I don't want to play... ever again!

OK...

Listen to me, Hercule.

You don't need to worry. I have the solution, OK?

I promise you.

Blue, yellow, red...

Red... for the Communist vermin?

Red, green, blue, yellow... How do we open it...

Hercule, come here.

This is your fort.

It protects you. You're safe inside. It's magic.

Go on.

Damn it, hurry!

Come on, back to it! We need to find it!

Shit, it has to be here somewhere!

Wait, the padlock has letters!

- Hercule... - Red, green, blue, yellow.

Breathe slowly.

R, G, B, Y!

Like this.

- Théo! - Does it work?

Red, green, blue, yellow.

- Really? - Yes!

No...

Stop!

- Not the clothes! Look... - Slowly...

That's better.

There on the floor!

- What? - There!

Thank you.

You're welcome.

- So she stole them! - What?

My novels!

Search in the books!

"A Wrongful Passion".

For someone in love with their brother,

it's really quite fitting.

- Look inside, Armand! - Why inside?

Inside...

XX...

- Square metres... - Yes...

Square metres...

This room measures exactly 55.45 square metres.

- And? - So?

There's a padlock on the toilet, a four-digit one.

That's it!

No... Armand,

hold on a moment, it's too easy, don't you think?

Five, five...

Are we going to win?

Error.

We're going to win.

Three minutes before the poison takes effect.

Nice one, servant. Are you trying to kill my aunt?

Of course he wants to kill me!

What do we do?

This servant is starting to lose his cool, Daguerre.

That's enough, Armand!

Let's stay calm...

- I know these zones! - You do?

The plan on the wall, it corresponds exactly

to the space in my manor renovation.

- You don't say! - That's so strange.

The blank number on the parchment is red, isn't it?

Yes, it's red!

That means it's the square metres of the red zone we need to find!

And the red zone was going to be my Multi-Room.

It's 87.50 square metres.

- We have the code! - Eight, seven, five, zero...

Eight, seven, five, zero...!

What is it?

The honour is all yours, go ahead.

The antidote!

And the key!

The Wedding of the Century

Game number two completed.

Are you OK?

Thank you.

Thank you, Jeanne.

Well done, Jeanne. What progress you've made.

Right, back we go.

Armand!

Jo!

Last game in two hours.

Until then, happy investigating.

Hercule?

Yes?

Thank you.

What for?

Tell me,

what was the clue?

The Wedding of the Century

Armand's Proposals

The Wedding of the Century Aim of the game...

Armandrian! A unique Daguerre game! Invented by Armand Daguerre.

In balance...

"I love you, Armand"

The Wedding of the Century

In that game,

you can be a valet,

a cleaner, a cook,

and your goal is to marry Léna,

the boss's daughter, by collecting "seduction points".

Fancy a quick game?

No, but thank you.

César promised he would publish it.

And did he?

No, like all of my games over the last 20 years...

So you killed him?

Is that cyanide? Did you put it in his and Salomé's glasses?

No...

No...

It's a love potion.

A love potion, really?

Ginger, taurine,

MDMA, Chinese herbs,

but it's for my Léna, my little Léna.

Although... you can test it, if you want?

No, thank you.

Have you ever...

loved someone to the point of madness?

You should try it.

It's nice, you know, to let go.

Yes, I know, thank you.

Without César, Daguerre Games will die.

How so?

Théo...

Théo wants to modernise the company by any means necessary.

He wants to make video games.

The opposite of what César started

50 years ago!

Only Léna...

Only Léna would never betray the games.

And me... But what can I do, right?

I'm just the servant!

Can I help you?

Do you know that Armand is obsessed...

with you?

I slept with Armand for five years,

before realising that I already had a father.

So yes, I know. Why?

He dreams of you two running the company together.

The only two Daguerre heirs, that's quite a motive.

It is.

I see you're looking for the killer like everyone else.

I didn't think you would play.

On the contrary, you're becoming the best player.

Pure nonsense. Answer me.

Armand couldn't have killed Dad. He loved him too much.

Indeed, that's why he loves me.

Meaning?

I was the Daguerre girl for ten years.

The perfect little girl, the face of the games,

that was me.

The Daguerre legacy, that's me.

So for Armand, who just wants to be a Daguerre,

screwing me was his way to get inside the family.

Will that be all, Inspector Chardon-Spitzer?

Yes, I think so, thank you.

Oh yes, I did have

just one last question.

Why did you try to poison César and Salomé, when you were six?

My mum had just died.

Salomé moved in here.

And Dad was happy.

In my childish mind, being happy after her was forbidden.

So I had to punish... both of them.

I was interned for almost a year.

Only Joséphine and Salomé know.

Théo was too little and Armand arrived later.

Please, don't tell anyone.

Are you still angry with them?

I was six.

I was lobotomised.

They filled me with drugs that messed with my head.

They still mess me up now.

I paid too high a price to try and kill them again, 20 years later.

I didn't say you had killed them.

Stop, then!

Stop looking everywhere except the right place.

The answer is under your nose and you refuse to see it.

I wonder...

Whilst chatting you up,

has your boyfriend mentioned his argument with my father a month ago,

ending with punches thrown?

They didn't speak for two weeks.

Neither said what it was about...

Jo said she didn't know either.

You want to throw me off the scent, it's pretty obvious.

Believe what you want, you have done since the start.

If you're going to do your brother, just make sure he's not a killer.

What are you doing?

I'm digging.

You know, just in case...

The argument with César a month ago, Jo broke it up... Explain yourself.

Who told you about that, Léna?

- What was it about? - None of your business.

If you don't answer, I'll accuse you, Théo.

I don't know anymore, Jeanne.

Calling all players:

Meeting in César's room for the last game.

I'm not done with you. In the meantime, we need that clue.

I don't know, Jeanne. You're right, maybe we're walking into a...

If you don't play, you die. Come on!

Jeanne? Where are you going? The game is in Dad's room!

It's nothing, another panic attack.

I need a moment alone, I'm fine. Give me two minutes.

- Sure? Is everything OK? - I said two minutes!

All the walls are 200-years-old.

"All the walls are 200-years-old", piece of...

César speaking.

Script change. Théo goes down to the basement

and calms her panic attack,

then we continue as planned.

Game three: Electrobrain.

What is this? Is she claustrophobic? Shit!

She should never have gone down to the basement!

We should have put cameras there, like I said.

Stop panicking, César. Have some faith in your son!

He'll get her upstairs in 3 minutes. I know her... He's under her skin.

Is the panic attack over? After 7pm the crew charge overtime.

Jeanne? Open the door!

What are you doing? Stop!

Jeanne? Jeanne... stop!

Calm down!

What is this shit, Théo?

What's going on? Why the hell is my mum here?

How did you find out?

The bricks are from 2015, not the 19th century.

- Now answer, or I'll kill you. - Easy, I'll tell you the truth, OK?

You may not like it.

All you saw, all we told you...

it's not real.

César and Salomé's deaths, they weren't real.

We're not brother and sister, so that's good news.

I'm sorry, Jeanne, truly.

I touched their bodies.

- César's heart stopped, I'm sure. - It wasn't real.

It was a trick...

Putting tennis balls under the armpits cuts the pulse in the arms.

For the chest, he had a thin bullet-proof vest,

so you couldn't feel the heartbeat.

For the neck, it was just...

prosthetic latex skin.

It's unnoticeable and thick enough to mask the pulse.

But, why? What is this? I...

I don't understand.

It's a therapy.

A therapy.

Daguerre Games' next thing is therapy games.

A sort of giant, hidden-camera murder mystery.

We aim to create a shock therapy, trapping the person in a role-play.

People come to us, and depending on the trauma of their loved one,

we create a script.

We had to test it before the launch, you understand?

So we put out this advert...

Want to create a shock therapy for a loved one where all else has failed?

We propose a secret method never seen before. Call us on...

Up to the day she saw her dad die,

Jeanne was the most lively of kids.

After the accident, she became anxious,

obsessed with control, and she lost all creativity.

Her inner-child had completely disappeared.

Awaken that inner-child, Mr. Daguerre.

The aim was for you to rediscover the desire to play,

the fear of losing,

the excitement of winning... the emotions of a child at play.

I'll kill you all, do you hear me?

You, your father, my mother... It will be a game, very Daguerre!

I'm sorry, Jeanne.

Who was the killer? How did my therapy end?

It wasn't anyone.

The script was that César and Salomé had faked their deaths.

Salomé had planned it so that

César realised everyone in the family had good reason to kill him.

To end your therapy, you make the last guess

and you win the game.

There's a door through the basement. You can leave, if you want to.

What?

You can leave. I'll go with you.

You won't fool me twice, Théo. Why would I believe you?

It's not a trick.

Ten years ago, César did the same thing to me.

I was unsure of taking his place, unsure if I truly loved the games...

So he locked me in the manor...

and I had to play to survive, like you.

Please, believe me.

I have no intention of leaving.

Not at all.

Everything OK?

20 hours without your touch...

pretending that I hate you,

it's intolerable, my love.

Mum? I'm good as Salomé's son, right?

Yes, honey. You're perfect.

What are they up to?

It's fine, they're coming.

Thank you.

- Are you OK, Jeanne? - Oh... It's the withdrawal.

I should never have thrown all my pills away.

I take too many to stop just like that.

I hope that's the last attack...

- Hey! - You're a doll, thank you.

Jo, tell her:

"Jeanne, that's crazy with everything already in your system"

Jeanne, that's crazy with everything already in your system.

It's fine, cannabis has the same molecules as anxiety drugs.

So, the rules...

To release the third clue, two teams

play Electrobrain against each other,

using the room's giant board.

What's that again?

Well, it's... Electrobrain.

So...

The teams roll the dice to move round the board.

For each go, a player places the electrodes on their forehead.

A player from the other team,

also with electrodes in place, asks them a question at random.

That's great!

- Just great... - I'll finish...

If the player answers incorrectly, they receive a powerful shock.

Wow!

If they respond correctly, the opponent receives the shock.

No, this is too much! Shit!

You're telling me!

Jeanne, will I be electrocuted too?

You'll protect me, right?

We'll win, don't worry. Count on me.

Put that out and come play.

Don't talk to me like a four-year-old.

Shall we make teams?

There's your player!

Green.

Green question.

Yes.

What Daguerre family member

was secretly interned for attempted murder

when they were six-years-old?

Sorry.

Yellow: César.

Blue: Salomé.

Green: Hercule.

It's not me!

Red: Me.

I know the answer.

That's good.

- You would have told me? - Of course.

I'm truly sorry...

Léna. But I must give the answer.

Don't believe her!

Don't believe her! It's not me!

Did Léna try to kill Mum and Dad?

No...

Blue:

- Léna. - No!

No, Jeanne!

Don't you see...

Léna is red!

Yes...

I made a mistake. But...

I can't feel a thing.

Nothing at all?

No.

Is it plugged in?

Plugged in...?

How strange!

Oh, so stressful!

Why is nothing happening?

Aren't those the rules?

I gave the wrong answer. Why haven't I been electrocuted?

Léna, act as if you got the shock.

Yes, it's working!

Oh, come on, it makes no sense!

It makes no sense. I know...

I gave the wrong answer, Léna told me she did it.

"I couldn't forgive... I was interned because

I couldn't forgive Salomé for stealing Dad from me"

But I lied! I lied, OK?

I said that to...

to protect the killer!

But then...

that means this... is a fake?

Obviously. The killer leaves false clues.

Obviously!

OK, come on!

Next question, let's go.

I'll go.

Good, Jo. We take back control!

Three or four...

Two.

Rubbish!

One and two.

- Yellow. - Armand, yellow.

A month before César's death, a member of the Daguerre family

announced their intention to leave Daguerre Games,

provoking the patriarch's anger.

What...?

- Thank you! - What are you doing?

Oh... No...

It's fine, alcohol has the same molecules as anxiety drugs. So...

that's handy.

Red: Salomé.

Blue: Joséphine.

Yellow: Armand.

And green:

Théo.

Is that why you argued with Dad last month? Answer!

No, not at all.

Me, I think that it's Armand.

For one, this guy

wants his own games company.

- What is she saying? It's Théo! - Shit!

Two: He wants to leave.

So, I think it was him that bumped off César.

Step away from the servant, he's going to fry!

What? What is this?

What do we do?

Wait, no, It's green. I'm so sorry.

She's becoming crazy. I wanted her better, not more traumatised!

- Do you want us all dead? Come here. - Calm down!

Léna! You've lost it!

Stop that!

- Stop! - Jeanne, stop!

I don't feel so good...

It could be another attack... I don't feel good...

I may kiss my rivals,

but only to suffocate them!

Théo, stop that right now!

Your aim is to make her play, not want to shag her brother.

I can't watch this.

Stop everything!

If we stop now, she won't finish her therapy.

Let me try one more thing.

OK, but if it gets worse, we stop.

It's a promise. Everyone, I'm releasing the clue.

Game number three completed.

- What is it? - It's the clue.

Erm... 2013... it's the year the kid was born, right?

No, it's not me.

It's also... the year of the company's biggest success,

Babélio... Théo's game.

It seems like a bit of a stretch.

You'd really have to be... to think such a thing.

But... really,

I think... what we should do,

is go and check the bodies.

- No. - I think we missed some clues.

Wait!

Get back there with Salomé.

- Jeanne, not the bodies! - I forbid you!

We don't have time. We don't have the vests or the prosthetic skin.

- Stop! - I forbid you from touching

my César's body.

Have some decency. You're not getting through.

No, Jeanne!

See ya!

Jeanne is so cool!

Little idiot.

She's in Jo's room.

Well...

Check... Dad.

And mate... Mum.

Welcome to therapy games by Jeanne Chardon-Spitzer.

I knew it, damn.

You had that coming, César.

Yes, hilarious.

And now...

And now...

Now get over there.

What do you mean?

Move it!

But Jeanne...

what's going on?

She's still messing with us!

Stop!

Did you think you could get out of it just like that?

You made a fool of me as much as they did.

You tricked me like them. You'll pay like them.

OK, OK.

Oh my God...

Wait, what are you doing?

You beat the game, you won. You're the best. What are you doing?

Don't worry, Hercule.

You'll be fine.

You know where to go.

Move, into the hall!

Mum loves you lots, darling.

Get over there. Move it!

Jeanne, darling, please stop!

Shut it, Mum, or I'll go full teenage Jeanne on you.

Join the others, you three!

Quite the picture.

We should have put cameras in the basement, damn it!

Quiet, shut up!

What if we play a game...

to decide who's first?

- Come on, Jeanne... - Not another word,

especially from you.

Let them go, they're just employees. It's me you should be angry with.

Ah you want to play the saviour?

Sorry Mum, you won't die a hero.

Get back!

I knew that would happen.

I told you. I warned you.

Théo!

- Théo! - Give me that!

From now on, Mum...

I do what I like. OK?

So...

three...

two...

one...

and bam.

Bam.

I'm sorry, I'm fine.

Pay attention so-called therapists. Traumatised people can be dangerous.

Well... my respects, Miss.

Well played.

You too, I think.

Let's raise a glass...

To the Daguerres!

The Daguerres!

For the Daguerres!

Through thick and thin!

Sorry, the doors don't work.

More trouble than they're worth these convertibles, aren't they?

Sweetie?

Oh, yes please. Thank you.

The End

Subtitles by Alexander Pearson

Subtitling: VDM