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-It was summer...

we were 20, and we were in love.

And every moment was, for us, like a game.

Looking in each others eyes

I remember your hand against mine.

You were my prince charming.

You left me. You left me,

With troubled soul.

I'm walking alone now.

It was summer...

- It's so beautiful we have ... I want to die.

"You're right, Marlene, we really want to finish it all.

-... you kissed me, though.

-It's new, but it's great!

-Your songs and your life make your fans dream:

what's it like to be a model? -A model, I do not know,

but it's normal that I think I'm lucky because it's true.

Mike and I just got engaged.

We live our passions and do everything together.

"But you are singing so melancholy.

-My songs speak of joy, but also sometimes of sorrow.

There is always a little sadness.

-You surprise me !

Everything is not so rosy. If people only knew!

-I am here for this.

-Ok, Nicky, let's go.

They are tired. We will resume the interview later.

Here we still have work to do. -Ok.

Goodbye.

-I have things to say, but not in front of him.

-And I'll be able to see Nicky?

"Tomorrow afternoon, Franck will be busy.

-So ?

-So...

Beside the lyrics of his songs, I only went to polytechnic.

But hey, some like that. You really have nothing in your life!

-I love beautiful feelings. Honey keeps better

than vinegar. - It depends what you want to keep.

Think of pickles.

-I'm speaking about feelings... of art!

Nicky, for me, it's honey.

Goodbye.

-Marlène ...

- It will pass, with this girl.

-You lie ! -You shit!

-Wait, Mike ...

Don't leave me alone.

Bastard! Plant yourself, well, that's all you deserve!

-Honey ... Must say it quickly!

-What...

Marlène, what is this horror vision

doing in my triple homicide? -You found it! Thank you.

I'm president of the Fan Club,

it's work: I even have to take it back to the office.

- Aren't you too old to run a fan club?

This Nicky must be 19 years at most.

-22.

Her songs appeal to all generations. I'm sure

that one of them fits you. -I doubt it.

And you sign instead of this radio poet?

Falsification and fraudulent use of the office of a commissioner. Bravo!

"Without my help, Nicky couldn't sing anymore.

-That would be good !

-You say that because you have never seen her on stage.

If you want, I can invite you to "Hello idols".

- "Hi" what?

-The idols. This TV show is popular among young people.

-The youth is a shipwreck.

Come on. It will be more fun than listening to jazz, alone at home.

-Thank you, Marlene.

See you Monday.

-Have a nice week end.

-Beautiful

and efficient.

I had forgotten the pleasure

of working with a competent person.

-You make me blush. -I like your humor.

And your laugh too.

-Attractive, male chauvinist, sexist...

You have no chance.

-You're leaving, Maillol?

-I never sleep at my lovers. -No exceptions?

-You are not an exception.

-I have an appointment with Nicky. -You are her mother?

-I'm barely old enough to be her sister!

I am Marlène Leroy,

the new president of Nicky's fan club.

And I was elected

with 95% of the votes. -I'll look that up.

-It was summer.

I remember our kisses in the wind.

Yesterday still, you kissed me,

However.

-Impeccable, guys! Nicky, it was perfect!

We're going to hit it, tonight. -We'd better, if not stay at Franck's

-Book me a table. -Won't we wait for Mike?

-No. If it continues, I'll hire Tony as a guitarist.

-Composer, is ok with me, even if Franck would like to dump Mike.

Ray, are you helping me? -No, I'm going to smoke.

If you find the lottery numbers, we will talk about it again.

-Jeff?

-Marlene, there aren't enough of us.

You'll join us for our ritual?

-Me ? Thank you very much. I love rituals.

-Spirit,

are you there ?

Yes.

Spirit...

What is your message?

M.

I.

K.

E.

Mike.

What is your message about Mike?

E.

S.

He is.

-M.

O.

R.

He's dead.

Dead ?!

-Wait, it's bullshit.

It's your unconscious expressing your anger.

It's normal, we can never count on him.

-The spirits are never wrong. -Errors are human.

-That makes you laugh ?

-No. -Calm down, Nicky.

I'll go to the record company by car.

Don't worry, I'm going to bring back your Mike safely.

Breathe.

-Shit !

-Hello? -It's me.

-Mike, you're not dead!

*Fortunately,

the spirits also make mistakes.

-Can you get Nicky.

-She is out. This session of spiritism upset her.

The commissioner would say that they are nonsense. He's not wrong.

Mike?

What a rude boy!

-And everything will go just fine.

It will be better tomorrow.

And everything will go just fine.

-Hello. I'm looking for Mike. -He's downstairs, in the studio.

-What's going on ?

What are you doing here ? - Hi, Franck.

Have you seen Mike? Nicky is in a real state.

-Not as much as him.

-A tourniquet on the arm, traces of marks at the bend of the elbow,

a syringe in his hand.

Obviously an overdose. Mr. Soler,

how long has he been doing drugs? -There are no junkies in my place.

He took painkillers. He was wounded in Algeria.

-A golden pretext!

Did you see anything?

-No. I was in my office, upstairs, with my secretary,

Miss Lavigne.

I did not know he was here.

I thought he was at the TV studio.

- Miss Lavigne,

something to report to me?

-Nicky will never recover.

-Mr. Constantine ...

Nicky and Mike have been together for a long time.

I'm not a scavenger,

but my readers must know, question of context.

How was he injured in Algeria?

You were close? -Pardon me, but it's hard.

-Of course.

Laurence. Hello !

Yes, it's me who found the body.

-The men fall like flies

in your wake. -I am a femme fatale.

-Do you kill them to fuel your articles?

-While you make jokes, I'm moving forward!

I know Nicky had threatened Mike.

Bizarre, for an ideal couple.

"While you're gossiping, I'm investigating.

It's an overdose.

... Who are you ?

-I am journalist. -In the queue !

-I must see Nicky. -In the queue !

Go!

-I'm going! Can we tone it down a bit?

-Who are you ? -Marlon, Nicky is waiting for me.

-Ah, the guitarist. -The redhead is with me.

Mademoiselle,

Come on ! Yes you.

That's enough ! Calm down !

-I know, I ...

I understand, it's sad.

Very sad.

But it's like that.

-They are nuts!

-It's a dangerous job.

Ah ...

I present to you Marlon, who is saving us tonight.

-Hello.

-Marlon agreed to replace Mike at short notice.

-You didn't cancel the show?

It's not possible !

-I understand your emotion, but "the show must go on".

-I will not sing. You can not do that to me.

-I thought it would do you good.

Okay, I'm going to call Sylvie

or Sheila, they will be delighted.

-No it's OK.

I'll do it.

It was summer...

... we were only 20,

... and we were in love.

... Every moment was for us ...

Sorry, I can not sing.

-I can't replace you now, so sing!

-Alice sings well.

-What? -It's not going to happen ?

-Help me,

and I'll give you the exclusive on Nicky for a year.

Chantal, record.

You have 15 minutes to learn it.

It's too much. -Do this for me.

A drop of honey in an ocean of vinegar.

* -It is number 1 on the hit parade.

* She sings of the love and hopes of youth.

* Excuse her cold, but she wanted to be here for you,

* live on TV. Give a big hand to Nicky!

-It was summer...

we were only 20, and we were

in love.

And every moment was for us

like a game

Both,

eye to eye.

-What is going on ?

-I dunno. -Why isn't she singing?

-Quick!

-It was summer...

we were only 20, and we were innocent.

-If I told you that you mean a lot to me.

Making me even more ridiculous by adding that I'm in love.

But...

Are you going far? -Washington.

-Ah anyway.

I will not see Maillol any more. I will not see you anymore.

-You have a crazy talent. The public loved it.

What a triumph!

-You have something to ask me?

-I officially ask you

if you would agree to join the Soler team.

-Oh... !

-Singer?

Thank you, but I already have a job. -And Nicky? You want to kill her?

-You can not bet everything on the same horse.

I'll take you to the top, Alice.

-He did not understand. No, I'm a reporter,

not a chorister, nor guitarist, nor tambourine player: reporter!

Can we tear ourselves away?

-Michel Passart,

23 years old, aka Mike.

Death from an overdose.

The ampoules found contained morphine.

He had to take it

because of his double fracture. And he was ...

very badly cared for.

Commissioner. -Huh?

Uh ...

Yes.

4 ampoules,

it's really a lot.

Even if he wanted to commit suicide.

-Furthermore, the lethal sting has not been applied in the arm,

but in the back,

under the right shoulder blade.

-That's impossible to apply there.

-The one who did it was brutal.

See for yourself the hematoma. -He was taken by surprise.

The syringe and tourniquet were only staged.

-The overdose did not fit with the pop music,

but a murder ... This investigation promises to be rock and roll!

-Hey !

A fricadelle / fries for breakfast, what do you think?

-I can't :

the commissioner asked me to help him in his investigation.

Mike is not a drug addict: he was killed.

-If it's a murder, it changes everything.

I will find the culprit.

-How? Singing, Marlene.

Singing.

-This is a turnaround!

So you are no longer reporting? -I understand your surprise.

But I will explain. In fact, you offered me ...

something that I have always dreamed of:

to sing ... the lives of girls of my age.

It is not easy

to access this dream,

to accept that it is realized. But I will finally be able to sing ...

about who I am...

and repair my wounds.

-We have everything you need. I will make you a star. Your age ?

-25 years. -No, 21.

And your name is ... -Alice.

-No, Shirley.

Your parents work hard in the markets.

That's where you found out,

cold mornings, the taste of the song and the public.

You have never fallen in love,

you're waiting for love. That's good !

-OK ! -Good...

Let's take care of your look. -Huh?

... -What do you think ? It's gay, is not it?

Or this.

-I dunno. I feel far from all that now.

-The music of "Elevator to the scaffold" would be more appropriate.

Michel Passart did not die of an overdose. He has been murdered.

-What ...?! Assassinated by whom? What did he do?

-Impossible, everyone loved him.

-What did they do to him?

-I'll leave it to Miss Leroy to tell you.

-They injected him in the back. But the commissioner will find the killer.

He always finds them. -Injected?

"There was a dispute between you two, the day before his death.

-You will not accuse Nicky,

she lost the man she loves! -Eros / Thanatos

an explosive cocktail. Yet, to see you,

we can not imagine a crime of passion. -Iris warned us.

-Iris?

Where can I find this witness?

-Iris, are you there?

-Iris always answers

and never makes a mistake

-Good, hurry up. Who killed Mike?

-Iris,

tell us who killed Mike.

Concentrate.

-Sorry, I have never questioned ectoplasm,

but continue. -Iris,

the commissioner is investigating Mike's death. Please,

help him and tell us who killed Mike.

-It is not talkative.

I am not surprised. It needs a mouth, for that.

-Mike, are you there?

A powerful force pulls my hand.

M.

A.

I.

L.L.

O.

L.

Maillol.

It means nothing.

-It's ridiculous.

-Maillol killed Mike ?!

-Great !

Give me a kiss. Make a kiss.

Great !

"One word, Laurence, and I'll bite you.

Laurence ...

Laurence.

-Oh !

I almost did not recognize you. Looks like Nicky in red.

-Did Laurence see a ghost or something? -Somehow.

Dr. Maillol has returned.

-What is this bullshit ? What did I tell you ?

Spirits do not exist!

-Some women cling to men

as they follow move to the after life.

You should be ashamed, doctor. Leave the living in peace!

Can we resume the photo shoot?

-Yes of course. -Yes...

Ciao.

-Those people wishing to pay tribute to Michel come forward.

Family first, then friends.

-Contact me, Mike,

and tell me who killed you.

-Nicky scares me. There's something wrong with her.

-While with you, everything is normal.

It's carnival every day. -It's my cover.

-At the same time,

it does not cover much. Not that there is much to see.

It was a beautiful ceremony. Mike and I were not great friends,

but I had a lot of respect for the musician.

He had a lot of talent.

Go ahead, Nicky, cry, it will make you feel better.

Go on, cry.

Nicky ...

Nicky.

-What are you doing?!

We just buried Mike.

Did you kill him?

-I screwed up, with the kiss, but I would never have killed Mike!

And I was with you when he died.

-You could pay someone.

-You are completely crazy!

-Maillol?

-Hello, Commissioner.

Any news on the murder of George Harrison?

-The victim is named Michel Passart.

-He was guitarist,

like Harrison.

In the Beatles!

-I do not come to talk rockabilly.

You are a scientist,

so your opinion interests me. -You flatter me.

How can I enlighten you?

"I just wanted to know what's after death.

-Once the vital functions, the heart, the breathing, stops,

tissues and cells explode.

Followed by liquefaction ... -All that,

I know that. I mean later.

Victor Hugo, Arthur Conan Doyle, himself a doctor,

believed in a life after death, in a communication

with the spirits. -They began to believe it

after the death of a child.

An impossible mourning can weaken the most brilliant mind.

-I agree with you. That's what I always thought.

No it's impossible.

There is nothing after death.

"That said, we never proved it.

My mother is Haitian. As a child, I often saw the ghost

of my grandpa Maurice. - It can not exist.

-No. If you want a light,

there is a lighter on the shelf. -Huh?

-I must read you this letter. She is overwhelming.

"Dear Nicky, you could be my daughter,

"That's why I am confiding in you.

"I am a very lonely man since the death of my wife.

"The disease has prevailed,

"and with it, my joy and the love I had to give.

"But your songs

"give me back the desire to live and to love again."

It's beautiful, no?

-Why do I read this nonsense? When one is dead, one is dead.

The heart no longer beats, the tissues decompose.

We are eaten by worms.

It's like we never existed.

"What's that, Commissioner?

-Laurence.

I have information of importance.

-You have infiltrated a nursery school? A lunatic asylum?

-I will keep it. You will read in my paper who killed Mike.

-Avril...

-I saw Jeff making a move on Nicky.

She gave him the elbow and accused him of killing Mike.

-To, Mike!

-To Mike!

-Hey...

-M. Jean-François Bouillot, I have some questions for you.

Thank you.

-You are here because of Nicky?

OK, I messed up. I know that...

But I did not kill Mike.

-You love Nicky, Mike was an obstacle.

-I am a coward.

That's why I never confessed my love to Nicky until this morning.

To organize a murder, I would not have been able to do it.

Mike was a dirty guy, but did not deserve that.

-A dirty guy?

I remind you that you are on the list of suspects.

-Mike was cheating on Nicky all the time.

But most of all, he forced her to abort. Only I know that

I heard them pledge.

These two have no apparent motive.

He has one, but I can not see him committing murder.

My most serious client,

it's her. She had every reason to eliminate her fiance.

-It's impossible. They loved each other with a perfect love.

-Love was invented in the 12th century

to guarantee the survival of our species

threatened by the plague. Since then, we die and we kill for this mirage.

-No, love exists!

I see it ... as I see you.

-You who know Nicky well,

what do you know of her childhood?

-She was born in Armentières, she has 2 brothers,

and her parents have always cherished her.

-That is the magazine version. In reality, she was born in Tourcoing

and was placed at the orphanage at the age of 3 years.

-How do you know that? -If I understand,

you are conducting the investigation. Am I in the hot seat?

-No. It's a bit hard to explain.

It was the summer of our 20s,

and we were in love.

And every moment was, for us, like a game.

Both, eyes in the eyes.

Chala lala, chala lala.

-What fly stings you ?! -The beautiful letter was him.

-I am a big fan.

His songs helped me to overcome my grief.

Given my job, it's not a passion

which we boast. I know that my authority

may scare some, but you know, dear Marlene,

I am like all men, even more sensitive than others.

-I am sure.

-I am close to a liver crisis.

All this marshmallow is disgusting.

Are you drowning your grief or are you celebrating the death of Michel Passart?

Infidelity, forced abortion: the fairy tale

turns into a nightmare.

-Yes, he was a bastard, but I loved him.

Love is foreign to you, huh.

-It is a cruel thing to lose the child so desired

with the man we love.

-It was too soon to have a child,

but we decided to have another one later.

"You're not the type to forgive, are you?

I recovered your file from the orphanage. "Violent child.

"Pathological and spiteful lunatic."

At 10, you break a comrade's arm

because she stole the stage at a Christmas show.

10 years later, it's increasing.

- "Born in the stream, will end on the block".

You would have made a pair with sister Marie-Odile.

Put me in jail,

it can not be worse

that orphanage or that rotten box.

-Have you put the cat in the closet?

Lower. -Have you put the cat

in the closet ? -No, you have to go upstairs.

You are too much in the grave. You are fresh, limpid, innocent,

pure ... Pure.

-Have you put the cat

in the closet ? -There, naked!

-Ah OK !

-I can talk to you ?

-I am busy there.

-I thought about. The tour, the fans, it's my whole life.

By the way, Tony and I wrote a song. It's very personal.

The public will love it. -You see this ?

She's fresh, spicy.

She's going to be a hit.

Well, leave us, I have to prepare her for "Hi idols".

She is going to play the first part of Johnny Hallyday.

-Goodbye!

Uh ...

You went there, right? -It's Mike who made her an alcoholic.

Without my protection, he would have put her on the sidewalk.

I should have

got rid of her a long time ago.

"It's disgusting, the way Franck treats you.

- You do not tire of copying.

The cops suspect me of murder. I'm toast.

To your success, Shirley!

2 tips: do not go crazy with a musician

and beware of Franck.

-You are not the kind of girl that kills her guy.

The only way out is to help the police.

-Wait ... You found Mike's body, you take my job.

I can not believe you want to help me.

"All that, there, the Saint-frusquin pop, I'm against it.

What interests me is to write about the truth.

Do you have an idea?

-I have no proof.

There was something odd between Franck and him.

They hated each other.

Something happened, but ... Mike never wanted to tell me what.

"It's time, Marlene.

-If you are doing a duet, do it out of the office.

If it's about the investigation, there's nothing new.

-I refuse to miss this event,

and as only you have TV ... -What event?

A man on the moon? - "A man on the moon"!

"It's starting, Marlene.

-You disturb me to hear Avril bleating!

Take your carcasses out of my office!

-Shush!

* -When he tells me that I am his,

* my heart is boom, boom, bidou, wah!

I would like to tell him that deep inside me,

in a whisper, I leap for joy.

I lose my head, I lose my footing, and I like that.

It's crazy. It's like that.

-What do you think ? -Nothing at all.

my heart is boom, boom, bidoubi, wah!

The arrows of love reach me.

-Ah, the arrows of love reach their target sooner or later.

-I'll leave you to your ballistics.

As far as I am concerned, my day is over.

* -I lose my head, I lose my footing

* and I like that ... -Good night!

-When he tells me that I'm pretty,

my heart is boom, boom, bidoubi, wah!

And when he tells me

that I am his, then my heart is boom, boom, bidoubi, wah!

-We can stop playing now.

Prove to me that I am not dreaming.

"Are you sure you really want it?

"Go ahead, if you are a woman.

-You are still so macho! -Always as tender and sweet

-Always arrogant.

-So, Maillol ...

I'm wating.

You came back.

-Thank you. -Bravo, Shirley!

-Congratulations to you.

Thank you. -You were great my dear.

-I don't know how Nicky does it. -Bah she's going to see Dr. Jekyll.

- Dr. Jekyll?

-Franck. He gives prescriptions. -With a shovel!

-He refuses to miss a concert

or a show.

Champagne?

-She must rest.

Bravo! You were great.

You will have a great career!

-Hello ! -Hello, guys, that was great.

"Please, I'm tired.

I want to find my head, my clothes, my bed.

-Yes, rest. But don't change anything.

Alice Avril is dead, long live Shirley!

Just 2 or 3 tips

to last: an idol doesn't drink, smoke or sleep,

she's waiting for the Prince Charming who adores his mom.

-A good sister in skirt.

Great ! -What

nerdy!

-Thank you.

-I'm going.

-You're going ? -Goodbye, scoundrel.

To Shirley!

-To Shirley!

-You've planned how to celebrate your success?

-Hmm I don't know.

Maybe you could take me back.

-Yeah, I could.

-No, it's a cliche, the singer with one of her musicians.

-We are clichés. Look at us. -Look at me !

-Yes, you are very beautiful.

-I like it.

It makes you want to get back under the sheets.

What is it called?

-"Morphine".

Yeah...

I found the first notes on this note, in the studio.

This is surely the last piece of Mike. It will be a hit.

-You're right.

-Marlene, do you have Michel Passart's file, please?

-Oh... !

Did you see me on the telly? How was I?

-Incredible ... -Grotesque.

Find me something to advance the investigation,

otherwise I'll spill your divorce to the press

or I'll give you a criminal record.

-Franck provides drugs.

You searched his office but did not find his prescriptions!

Where did you find it?

-I found it in ... behind a guitar case.

In the recording studio. Do you hide things from me?

"I can not help it if your cops are truffles.

-Do you have information about Mike's replacement?

-No, nothing remarkable. -Sure ?

-Yes,

perfectly sure.

-Hey !

-I have typed Shirley's contracts,

Mr. Soler. -Thank you, Chantal.

Which one do you prefer ? -Any.

-Yes, she will please, that's for sure,

with such a banal face. -You found the culprit?

-No, but I have something to return that belongs to you.

A false prescription written by you in the name of Michel Passart.

-A GP friend gives me some.

Artists often have faults far and wide.

- An overdose of morphine, and voila.

-Someone stole one from me. Compare my writing

with that of the prescription that was used to kill Mike, you'll see.

-Pharmacies are being searched.

Stay at our disposal

Mr. Soler.

-It's good. We will resume the 2nd verse.

-I'm fine, Am I bothering you?

-Nicky ... -Leave me.

Do you see what he wrote?

He wrote "Nicky". It's me. What would you do, if I was not there?

What would you do without me? -What is wrong with you ?

Shirley is recording,

* in case you have not seen it. -Are you also going to ruin her?

But you're screwed, I know everything.

-Now, get out. You will come back when you haven't been drinking.

- Don't worry, I'll leave,

but first, I have 2-3 things to tell you.

You're a sleazeball! I'll call the cops!

You will see what they will do with you.

-Go, now.

You're completely drunk!

-When in front of high school, he hangs out,

my heart is boom, boom, bidoubi, wah!

The arrows of love reach me. My heart

goes boom, boom,

Bidou, wah!

I lose my head, I lose my footing, and I like that.

It's crazy. Yes, it is like that. I lose my head, I lose my feet,

and I like it.

I lose my head, I lose my footing, and I like that.

-How! -What is this nonsense ?

Mademoiselle. If you can hear me, move your hand.

-It's Franck.

-Do we know if Nicky suffered? -The autopsy will tell us.

On the other hand, when she died, she accused you.

-What? I was at the studio. She threw herself under a truck!

-What was the argument she had with you

before driving, and why did you threaten to go to the police?

-Nicky was mad with rage that I replaced her with the reporter.

Stars are often fiercely jealous.

-Why police? We do not treat it lightly.

-She had been drinking and wandering.

I did not think she would commit suicide.

-It may be a suicide, she was heavily alcoholic.

With this level of alcohol, one can be overwhelmed by an impulse.

Are you listening to me ?

Sorry ? I'm speaking in a vacuum? -No.

By the way, just the facts!

I have work. I'm in a hurry. -But Nicky can also

have lost control of the car

without having wanted to commit suicide. Vehicle analysis will tell more.

-It's perfect.

Thank you. I won't hold you up any longer.

-Yeah. I've got an appointment with a corpse at the bottom of a well.

Ah ...

-Commissioner ...

You seem stressed. Take a break.

Chill, "unwind", relax,

during the weekend.

Marlene has forbidden you to smoke

in your office ? I found ashes everywhere.

The air was unbreathable. Be careful.

-It's not me.

-Okay. It must be a dead person, then.

Good night.

-Chill, relax ...

"I missed you too much, Maillol? -mm ...

Up there, there are many people,

and I have never met a single guy like ...

-Not looking, I am unique.

And I guess there are not many women like you.

-Any.

You see...

If we were sentimental,

we could say that we are made for each other.

-Close your eyes.

-Yeah ...!

I like it !

-I did not have time to offer it to you.

-No, Swan.

I haven't come

for that.

-You can not leave like this.

Talk to me.

-Oh, we can't see anything like this! -Turn it off!

Hush!

P.A.R.

L.E...

Oh, there is not even a dash!

M.O .. - Commissioner.

It does not work like that. You want me to show you?

-I do not believe this nonsense, but the victim believed it.

I have to

to keep an open mind and explore the field of possibilities.

-You must first ask the spirit if he is there.

It's more polite. Do you know his name?

-Yes.

Euphrasie.

"Dr. Maillol must be busy up there. And remember

her bad character ... -Help me or leave.

-Euphrasie, are you there?

-You ... -No.

It's not me.

And ... you want to ask her what?

-Why...

Why did she leave?

-But , Commissioner. The doctor was particular,

but she would have preferred to stay. She didn't fly the plane!

-Play the switchboard operator!

-OK, you heard the question.

"Of course, if you ask like that. You are too hostile.

-She is susceptible,

and that's me that's the problem? Euphrasie, what do you want?

But yes of course !

Thank you my love.

All my condolences, Mr. Siboni.

Ah ...

You found out.

-Why did you hide Nicky's father?

-I was so ashamed.

I abandoned her. She never knew.

Iris, her mother, died giving birth to her.

I was 20 years old.

I lived by playing piano in bars.

I tried to get by

I have...

One morning, I entrusted Nicole to an orphanage.

She was 3 years old.

-How did you end up writing songs for her?

One night, I saw her on TV.

I knew it was her right away.

She had the voice of her mother. So I went to her concerts.

I sent her notes.

She told me that she wanted me to write for her.

I cried.

"Her death makes you a rich man, Mr. Siboni.

Are you accusing me of having killed her to inherit?

-She was successful, it's a lot of royalties.

And you are her only heir. -Nobody will inherit from Nicky.

Soler is a crook. He arranged for everything to go back to him.

-How do you know ? -From Chantal Lavigne.

She types contracts.

Nicole was paid by the month and received no royalties.

-We will check. In the meantime, stay at the disposal of the police.

Alice is a triumph.

And that's bad taste.

-Nicky's car was not sabotaged.

The case is closed. -Not for me.

In my opinion, it is a disguised murder.

-That's new.

-We pushed her to the end. But I will find the culprits!

And there is the murder of Michel Passart.

- Suspects? -Yes, Franck Soler.

He supplied his drugs to Passart.

And without the prescription,

we can not prove anything. -We will find it.

Our guys will take care of it. -I should do it!

Until now,

we don't have a shadow of proof!

-It's Shirley!

It's Shirley!

-Go on, I'll cover you!

-Shirley! -Shirley!

-Stop!

Shirley has work. -Shirley, I love you.

-Stay calm. -I want to see her !

-Oh, is it ok ?

Poor Nicky.

-The people have already moved on.

-Nobody will ever forget her.

Thanks to you.

Besides, it's you who should have been president.

Here. -Delighted to hear you say that,

But the damage is done. If it was up to me, she would not have driven.

-But I was not there. I couldn't have done anything.

-Here, mail for your girlfriend.

-Thank you.

Already!

Oh... !

- "Your place is not on a stage but in a coffin.

"Stop singing or you're going to die." Here is a good diagnosis!

-It's horrible. Alice must be put under police protection.

-This is the price of glory. "Fan" is,

originally, an anglicism that means "fanatic".

These people are failures

who focus their sexual and social frustrations

on junk idols. But they are not dangerous.

Do not tell Avril, she will give up her blanket.

-Since you do not want to do anything, I will take care of it!

It's known,

stars have a poor lifestyle.

Leeks are full of vitamins,

you will need them. -It's crazy,

you do "Bidou, wah", and that's it! It hurts me to quote Laurence,

but France is going bad.

"Dear Shirley, I raise my daughter alone,

"and serious men are rare, luckily I listen to your record

"and I dream, thank you for enlightening my life, your number one fan, Jacqueline."

I'm a cow, actually.

Marlene.

-mm. -You were right :

Shirley is a model for women.

Her power is crazy.

-She is, like those fans who focus their frustrations on idols.

-mm ...

Wow! This is for me ?

- An anonymous letter? -No.

A song that a fan wrote to me.

Don't move, I'm going.

Marlene, can you leave us?

-Bah I have not finished the soup. -It will be fine.

-The young man does not have a guitar. -I'll manage the soup. Thank you.

-Here, my little brat!

-We'll listen to the last track of the other day.

You're a rotten, Franck,

* Forcing me to do that You didn't have to accept.

* -You have no right to say that! -It's Franck, right?

And who else is it? -Mike.

* -... everything could stop for you!

* Are you threatening me?

* I'm supporting you, Franck. So give me more money,

* otherwise I'll tell Nicky what you paid me

* to abort.

-What's this ? -I dunno.

It was in the tape deck.

-Franck is really a rotten one! -Before his accident,

Nicky told Franck that she knew everything. We have the explanation.

-It's you who decide when we see each other.

You always impose your agenda on me.

Nothing has changed. -You will never get used to it.

-You did not want to marry me, perfect.

You want to be a free woman, too.

"It's your freedom that matters to me today.

-In that case, I'm going to join you.

-Stop !

Swan!

It's not happening!

Pull yourself together.

You must live your life.

-She has just entered the hit parade. She sings of love and joy.

She is from the North,

but we will soon steal her.

She is live on TV. Give a big welcome to Shirley!

-I am young and pretty, good as it should be.

To life, I smile, I never say a word.

I dream of love,

a beautiful setting,

of the most beautiful dress

to find my husband.

-What is this mess ?!

"Do you know what she's saying to you, the sweet little girl?

The husband is finished. What do you take me for?

Good manners, tongue of wood. You took me for ,

the doll that says yes?

Do you know what she tells you?

That's the end of all your laws.

If I smoke, if I drink, it's up to me.

You understand nothing about it, the women of tomorrow.

Do you know what she's telling you, the doll that says yes? Who says...

Do you know what she tells you?

It's over, all your laws. If I smoke,

if I drink, it's up to me.

You understand nothing about it, the women of tomorrow.

Do you know what she's telling you, the doll that says yes?

Do you know what she tells you?

Do you know what she's telling you, the doll that says yes?

-Thanks. It's about time we knew who my daughter really was.

- Did you send me the song?

I added some stuff. -You did well.

Nicky would have loved it.

She wanted to talk about the fate of women. We wrote this song,

but Franck ditched it and threatened to fire Nicky.

-And I should have done it!

So ? You feel rebellious with your leather dress, you little bitch?

You're fired! -Soler!

Don't touch even one of her oily hairs ...

-And I will make you eat with a straw until the end of your days !

-Are you still looking for your prescription? -Not needed, I have better than that.

I'll take you.

Better and better, your camouflage outfits!

If I hear about a murder on Mars, I'll put you on the spot.

* -Give me more money, otherwise I tell Nicky

* that you paid me for her abortion.

-Here.

The motive for Mike's murder is clearly stated.

He was blackmailing you

threatening to reveal

that you paid him to convince Nicky to abort.

So you killed him. -I paid for it, but didn't kill him.

This tape is a setup.

-It does not change anything. Only the motive counts.

But it adds up. If this matter had been exposed,

it was over for the Soler stables.

Quentin.

I'm charging you with murder.

-I did not do anything ! You will hear from my lawyer!

Let me go !

-Nicky wanted that child so much.

It's horrible. Why did Mike do that?

-The Golden Calf, Marlene. The Golden calf.

I want to decide my life too. I'm fed up with my dad,

my brother, my boss, tell me what to do. Thanks, Shirley!

-Thank you.

-Can I drop you somewhere? It's more rock and roll than your coach.

-It is not a

a prole motorcycle. You inherited it? -It's our scheme, with Jeff.

-You unseat musicians,

you nick their songs and you make hits?

-Don't write that

in your article!

- It's our last trip, you and me.

We are going to get a good slice.

- "I warned you, you're going to die!"

-Ah ...! Oh no, I'm with the dead!

Untie me!

Is someone there ?

Untie me!

Help !!!

*-It was summer...

-Quick, I made some soup

and I found a letter at the foot of the bed!

-It's a coded message? You would have shone in the Resistance!

-Alice is in danger, it's written.

-Perfectly identical.

The prose is more angry ... -I warned you!

Alice didn't come back.

Oh my God ! If anything has happened to her,

I will not forgive you! Sit down.

Well ... you know the fans

better than anyone. According to you, who would be disturbed enough to ...

-Oh dear...

There are many.

Thérèse, 13, who collects orange peels

and the crumbs left by Nicky. Or Jean-Luc

who sent her wigs ... -Thank you. We are well advanced.

It's curious, usually,

anonymous letters are cut out of newspapers.

But here it is a careful crow

who uses a typewriter. -The same font justified on the left.

Professional work. -Professional?

You mean a secretary? -mm.

-I know a very unfriendly secretary:

Chantal Lavigne.

-It's impossible, she's a very sweet woman,

like all secretaries.

*-It was summer...

-First, I'm going to cut your vocal cords

so you to understand. It was not necessary to replace Nicky!

You shouldn't have !

You hurt me! -Stay calm !

... Marlene, for pity's sake.

Thank you.

To understand that we are going to die is atrocious

but to be condemned to death and having to hear this is inhuman.

-Mike was dead

when I entered the studio. He wasn't breathing.

I took the opportunity to recover the tape.

-You discover a corpse

and you think of stealing the recording of a song.

-My only crime was to make Nicky listen to

the passage where Franck argues with Mike to open her eyes.

-And you broadcast the tape to confuse Franck.

-I wanted everyone to know what Frank had done.

But I did not kill Mike. It's Franck.

-Everyone accuses you. Martin,

accompany her to the cell.

-She died and it was my fault.

It's my fault ! -Poor Chantal.

Loneliness can drive you crazy.

Oh ! I'm waiting for the record company.

Because of loneliness,

some do horrible things, and others see people

that do not exist.

-If it reassures you, I don't suffer from loneliness.

Ah ...

Hello. -Hello.

-What is it ? -The prescription

that served to kill Mike. We found it.

-Finally !

This is not the writing of Franck Soler.

Can I keep this one? -Of course.

-When everything is over, I'll leave.

Staying is beyond my strength.

-I understand.

-I want it now.

I did the job! -I do not have it. The guy did not pay me.

-I want my money! -As soon as I get it,

you will have your share. -If it goes on, I ...

(You have a week, a week!)

-I don't care, it's got glitter. Aren't you sad?

-Huh?

In fact, I'm relieved.

Because that cabbage Franck,

must be investigated, anyway! And fans half crazy.

And stupid songs ... -One day, you'll be famous,

but thanks to your pen.

-You think so ? -I am sure.

-Ah!

-It's Nicky's daddy!

-Tony ...

Tony, it's Shirley.

Alice.

Can you hear me ? Why is it always me that finds the dead?

-Don't talk about misfortune! Tony, wake up!

There. - Call Laurence.

-I went to my car.

Someone was waiting for me. I heard footsteps behind me.

And ... I felt a big pain in my head.

And then nothing.

-They searched your box.

Apparently, they were looking for something.

-But nothing was stolen. -Your attacker must have been disturbed.

Don't touch anything.

We will look for prints.

-We just found Franck Soler dead. He was strangled.

-Mike, Franck ... I'm next on the list.

-Calm down. I will put you under police protection.

-Commissioner.

I don't know if it's important, but just before my assault,

Marlene and I overheard a shouting match

between Jeff and Marlon. -I know. They are suspects.

I have eyes

and ears well placed.

* -When he tells me that I'm pretty,

* my heart is boom, boom, bidoubi, wah!

* And when he tells me that I'm his ...

-I have always wondered what a record producer

had in his skull. -Soup !

-I am rather Californian rock, but Alice is doing pretty well.

-You think we can find worse?

-The murderer was hard on him.

The choke mark is deep. Okay, I have to go,

a hanged man is waiting for me.

Ah, I found ashes again, commissioner.

-Today ? -Do the housework. I'm in a hurry.

You can stop the music.

* -... I'd like to tell him so deep inside me ...

-I knew you would come back.

We will live together now.

We will be happy.

-I am dead, Swan. -No,

you are not, because I see you. I will never leave you.

-It's too late for me,

but not for you.

With someone else. - Stop, I beg you.

I love you.

-Live your life, my love. -No, don't leave.

If it's like that, it's me who will come to get you.

Dr. Maillol helped me,

but there are still some things to be clarified.

-You interpret the board.

You got drunk, but it's a crock.

-I''ll concede that.

You will not be able to say

that I cheated.

Euphrasie

are you here ?

What is your message?

Take note.

"Dr. Maillol and I do not get along well.

Go ahead, Alice.

-Huh?

You are raving mad.

Spirits can't do this "because" they don't exist.

-Shirley ...

sung...

like...

a...

saucepan.

-But how does she know ?! -Thank you, Marlene.

I love your candor. -How does she know you're singing?

-Well ... I don't know.

It's scary. It means she hears us.

Maybe she sees us.

-You are so gullible!

Look.

A real work of a silversmith!

The presence of this magnet was not suspected.

The session announcing Mike's death was rigged.

The murderer was present and manipulated the board.

If Nicky and Marlene are left behind, Tony and Jeff remain. And so...

-It's Jeff.

Tony is nice, and he was assaulted. And Marlon and Jeff

they argued. Marlon was at the studio during the murder.

So Marlon killed Mike on Jeff's orders.

-It must be acknowledged that Marlon

checks all the boxes. -Sorry,

but I never felt it. -His attraction to losers

not looking at us. -I didn't ask your opinion!

Me, at least, I go out. I have a love life.

And I see living people. -You can continue your romance:

Marlon does a few black shows thanks to Jeff,

but he did not kill Mike. The culprit is much smarter.

And he is good at creating concrete alibis.

He almost got me, but he made mistakes.

-What takes you? -You have fooled me enough.

After finding her, you became the confidant of your daughter.

When you heard that Mike had forced her to have an abortion,

you wanted to take revenge. You stole prescriptions from Soler,

which allowed you to buy morphine

in a pharmacy in the suburbs with no risk of being identified.

-Follow me Nicky. -You injected Mike

with a dose of morphine

enough to kill a horse. You can never be too careful.

Knowing Nicky's taste for spiritualism,

you were ingenious enough, I admit it, you

rigged a session to announce the death of Mike

and provide you with an alibi. You even went

to reassure Nicky by going to get her fiance.

At 5:10pm,

everyone saw you taking your car.

By car, it takes 30 minutes to reach the record company.

So impossible to suspect you of Mike's murder

which took place around 5:25pm.

Unless you abandon your vehicle and take the canal

which connects the studio to the Soler record company.

By boat, it takes 10 minutes.

So you had time to kill Mike,

to hide yourself

and to make your arrival once the body was discovered

by Miss Avril. -It's absurd. I'm not responsible.

-I found this in your box.

Song lyrics. Not bad, by the way.

But what interests me is what is scrawled above.

"Morphine,

"4 ampules". The dose that was fatal

to Michel Passart. And the same writing

as on the prescription.

-I wanted to avenge Nicky from anyone who had hurt her.

When Chantal made her listen to the tape,

they did not know I was there.

I then knew that Franck was the real wrongdoer.

I simulated an attack on myself

to deflect your suspicions.

I am a perfectionist ...

who missed everything.

-Take him away.

-Thank you, Alice.

You sang Nicky's last song very well.

That's really something.

-Such a love for his daughter ...

It must be because he is a father.

It's crazy. -Yes, it's crazy.

It's called madness. And it's surely not love.

-Love is no longer

an invention ?

-Marlene, put it back in the archives, please.

-Wait, I will prove to you that spirits exist.

-I will never believe it. I pretended to believe it

for the purposes of the investigation. -Alice does not believe it either.

You are two against me.

-Do not mix cloths and towels. A real friend,

does not belittle the other.

-A true friend, tells the truth.

-Good, sit down!

You see, there is no magnet.

Spirit, are you there?

-There is no more spirit

than there are feminine genes in Avril.

- Or that of kindness in you.

-Ah!

U.M.

Goodbye My Love.

-Marlene, you cheated.

-No. It's not me, I swear.

Dr. Maillol has become reasonable.

She understood that a living man,

needs a living woman.

-Well ... Thank you for this demonstration.

I have some minutes to sign urgently.

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