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Paris Art School, 4am

- Who wants a beer? - Me!

Shouldn't we turn down the volume?

You think they didn't listen to music?

Madame Minsky said:

"To understand a work of art...

"immerse yourself in it!"

Shit, this is great!

So where did your guy get to?

I don't know, he ought to be here.

Bet he can't get his jabot on!

THE ART OF CRIME

Examine the picture carefully.

MURDEROUS FÊTE GALANTE part one

The sword is set aside, but the executioner will use a knife.

So what does Caravaggio do?

He freezes

the moment of the last breath.

It's extraordinary.

I'm sorry.

David does exactly the same thing

with the death of Marat.

He shows Marat...

...dying in his bathtub.

Look at the picture.

Marat holds in his hand the note with which Charlotte Corday - his killer -

gained access to his home.

I'm embarrassed.

Dad, I...

Commander Pardo? How lovely to hear from you!

No, you're not disturbing me at all.

A murder!

A real murder?

At the Paris Art School? No problem, I'm on my way.

I just need to do something...

Miss... here.

Jean-Phi, take care of those two.

One of my teaching methods

is to reenact paintings.

Using alcohol and music too?

I'm the principal,

I gave them permission to stay behind and work.

They weren't supposed to dress up in costumes for a party.

We'll need a psychology unit.

Fine, we'll take statements later.

We'll sort it out. See you later.

Thanks.

Chassagne will be here soon.

You called in Florence Chassagne?

Antoine, you skipped your artistic training.

The prosecutor agrees, so does my ulcer.

She isn't a cop!

It isn't a team, more of a partnership.

Partnership!

She was useful once. What good can she do here?

Is she an expert on students?

If you'd bothered to go to the Louvre,

you'd know these kids were reenacting a fête galante.

You know Watteau?

No, I haven't reached the Vs yet.

Watteau, with a W.

One of the great French painters.

See? We need her.

Here...

Is Commander Pardo here?

Hi!

I came as soon as I could.

Are you well?

Fine. And you?

It's good to see you. Right, Antoine?

Great, yeah.

OK, Jérôme Barrière, 22,

3rd-year student.

He organised the party.

Looks like he was killed while getting changed.

And the weapon?

Nothing found yet.

Maybe the murderer took Neptune's trident.

Just saying, because it's gone.

Why is he naked?

Why remove your briefs?

Briefs were a 19th-century creation. In the 18th, you wore this.

For authenticity's sake...

No briefs.

- Exactly. - Right...

Work well, you two. I have to go now.

Let me know who's wearing the pants.

Check everyone's ID, without exception.

Here's a list of all 17 people at the party with Jérôme Barrière.

Check out the first 8, I'll do the rest.

Come with us.

Who do we start with?

Interviewing witnesses is my job.

Not yours, even if they are dressed like Louis XIV.

Watteau is more the Regency period that followed.

Louis XIV's reign ended grimly.

People wanted extravagance.

Hence the fêtes galantes.

18... there's a problem.

We're missing a student.

18 people in the picture, so one is missing.

Hey!

Look, it's Vincent's costume, still here,

untouched.

- Him? - Yes, Vincent Tissot.

You reenacted paintings in every detail.

Madame Chassagne...

I'll leave it to you.

Miss Lahoud, wasn't Vincent Tissot with Jérôme Barrière?

I called Jérôme 20 minutes before we started, he didn't mention Vincent.

Did they get along?

Not really. They were from different worlds.

Vincent came from out of town with his girlfriend...

Sorry.

Sorry. Go on.

Jérôme didn't like some bumpkin being smarter than him.

He and his pals called him the hick.

Jérôme stole his girl, Karine.

They'd been together 5 years, qualified together...

Vincent never got over it.

Vincent could never have done that.

Why kill him now? We split up 4 months ago.

It makes no sense.

Maybe he wasn't over you.

So you invited your ex

to this fête galante, is that it?

I just wanted things sorted out.

Stop kidding yourself, Karine. Sort what out?

You know what state Vincent is in.

He's ready to explode.

I saw him kick a door down recently.

- When was that? - Yesterday afternoon.

On his way out of our exhibition room

He was furious.

He's not answering the phone.

The concierge says he hasn't been home.

Call the prosecutor.

We need a search warrant.

You can go now.

- Can you see to them? - Come with me.

Yes, I know.

I should never have left him alone.

What happened here?

I wanted him to see this.

He's the only one not to hand in his end-of-year work.

He missed most of my classes.

- Did you talk about Jérôme Barrière? - Yes.

I told him he was vindicating those who said he shouldn't be here.

I was looking for a reaction.

Why, you think it was him?

No, no.

The investigation has only just begun.

Thanks, Madame Minsky.

- Captain! - What?

Look at this.

Here... look.

"Pierrot"... Jérôme Barrière.

Jérôme Barrière.

He put Vincent Tissot's face

in his picture.

May I say something?

Go on.

- Look, here. - What of it?

You know what it means.

No, I don't.

So you never go to the Louvre.

Could you lift it up for me, just a little?

Great. Mind the armband...

- Here? - Perfect.

Why not do his own stuff instead of copying Watteau?

Is it much further? We've walked miles.

Almost there.

You know the Commedia dell'arte?

Yeah, my local pizzeria.

They use a cast of characters.

- Is this it? - Yes!

OK.

Pierrot is the naive fool

who understands nothing.

Yes, the hick.

Exactly! Always the loser in love.

Why is he astride a donkey?

Barrière drew on one interpretation of the work.

Back then they mocked unmanly husbands

- cuckolds - by parading them on a donkey.

It was known as "the donkey ride".

Vincent Tissot knew he would be humiliated,

portrayed as a round-faced fool.

Maybe it was becoming too much for him.

Excellent. Now hold that pose.

Vincent Tissot?

We have a few questions for you. Preferably while dressed.

Hurry, please.

Jérôme Barrière belittled you from the start.

Look what he turned you into.

Funny, isn't it?

For 5 years you and Karine dreamed of this school.

What's left now?

Jérôme Barrière wrecked you.

He was going to publicly humiliate you.

- I didn't do anything. - Yeah?

So what's that?

Maybe you fell down the stairs.

You fought with him 3 days ago.

I've got plenty of time.

We'll start from the beginning.

Just you and me, nice and easy.

He kept this from your painting.

His Pierrot looks as lonely as yours.

With a sad quality.

Your paintings always have that.

Behind the fêtes galantes and the gallant love

lurks a constant melancholy.

To say love is frivolous would be a lie, would it not?

You painted love constantly

but you never married.

You had many friends but we don't know your story.

What happened?

What about you? Are you not alone?

What happened?

That's not what I heard.

Look...

I knew Jérôme was up to something.

I went after his portfolio to find out what it was.

He went crazy and flew at me.

Because of this nonsense?

Something he was going to show everyone 3 days later?

I think you attacked him.

- I didn't do anything! - Hey!

I barely touched his portfolio.

He punched before I had chance.

For no reason.

So what was in the portfolio? Something important to him?

How would I know?

Suspend his custody? What do I tell the prosecutor?

A kid's been murdered and we have no suspect?

We'll hold him once we have more to go on.

Something funny about this portfolio. We need to search Barrière's place.

We'll do it tomorrow. Meet here at 9 on the dot.

At 9?

OK, 9 sounds good.

- Great. - See you tomorrow.

So she's going to lecture us about portfolios?

Antoine, you're a ballbuster.

Where does this go?

Stick it in my office, in the corner.

What is that thing?

A readymade that failed to sell at auction.

Nice, isn't it?

But what's the point of it?

There is no point. It's art.

Art.

Jade?

Jade?

Jade, where the hell are you?

Jade?

Jade, what the fuck's going on?

Amalia I'm scared. You have to talk to the cops.

If the killer starts again...

Wait... supposing he targets us!

Stop being theatrical. That's beside the point.

The important thing is to say nothing. Nothing!

What are you two up to?

You heard the police.

No loitering after classes!

You want more trouble?

Now go home, and be careful.

You become strong by not having to rely on anyone.

You can get the pen back by yourself.

I have to go now. Will you be OK?

Daddy loves you.

Is everything all right?

It's my son, he had his pen stolen at school,

so he told the teacher.

He shouldn't have?

He needs to learn to fend for himself.

Like I had to do at his age.

Sometimes you need a tiny bit of help in life, right?

Come on, find this portfolio, we haven't got all day.

Good start to the day.

Did you do a lot of these "performances"?

It was a way to invite lots of people.

After his mum died Jérôme couldn't bear to be alone.

Jade, Karine and I lived here.

It never stopped.

Where's Karine?

At her parents' place.

I told her it was a bit early for introductions.

That's great, girls! Really good.

Carry on doing that, wriggling about.

- Where'd you find them? - In the street, today.

Will you bang them later?

Art requires total commitment.

An now meine Damen und Herren, ladies and gentlemen,

we'll move on to red.

Was this the one he had when he fought Vincent?

Yes, that's it.

Sure?

Yes.

He was fascinated by Watteau's women.

His mother loved that painting.

After her accident, he studied it like mad,

like it was a way to stay connected to her.

What's this?

Madame Chassagne?

What's this?

Yoo-hoo!

- Congratulations, Captain. - What?

I think you just found two Watteau originals.

I think they're genuine. The paper is 18th century.

Sanguine, graphite and white chalk.

Typical Watteau.

Not being able to paint what he could draw frustrated him.

It's beautiful.

How much are they worth?

300,000 to 400,000 euros.

Each.

Now I see why he got mad when Tissot grabbed his portfolio.

Got them.

I was right! Part of the school collection.

What's wrong?

Your father, waving his arms behind the glass.

What is it, Dad?

You ignore my calls and messages,

while investigating a school I'm an honorary member of?

You haven't been there for 20 years.

What are you up to? Is it to do with my trial?

You want me to go to jail?

You're totally paranoid!

Go ahead.

You know what I think?

You hate that these investigations have nothing to do with you.

- And it's me who's paranoid? - Dad...

I just want to live my life.

Is it too much to ask to want to see you now and again?

You're difficult at the moment.

It's hard for me to handle.

After your trial, I'd love to see you.

All right?

Excuse me, I have work to do.

Go ahead, abandon me.

I'll tell the judge I have no family!

So this rich kid

stole two Watteaus to fund his lifestyle.

He was broke, in just 2 years he's blown

his inheritance.

He spent 50,000 euros last month?

On hotel rooms. Hope he and his pals had fun.

Selling the Watteaus would fund his parties.

Maybe he was in over his head.

I can't believe it.

His mother loved Watteau, it was his way of clinging to her.

Women from behind. Distant, inaccessible, like her.

How could he sell them?

It's obvious, a guy needs cash, he steals a valuable item.

No artistic analysis needed to figure that one out.

I'm sorry? Go ahead, tell me I've gone wackadoodle.

Now calm down!

What was that? Anyway...

We don't rule anything out. I check out potential buyers,

you visit the school principal.

Find out how a kid managed to get his hands on two Watteaus.

Wackadoodle...

This is the worst coffee I've ever tasted.

You need a new machine, this is undrinkable.

How come you're so disruptive? Is it second nature to you?

Disruptive, me?

I'm ready to make an effort

but you have to do likewise.

All I do is make an effort!

You just contradicted me in front of my boss!

Dear oh dear.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

I didn't realise, because... Anyway, sorry..

Look, you're full of ideas, passionate...

It's great. But I'd be happier

if you just stopped saying whatever comes into your head!

All right.

Of course.

I'm sorry.

About this machine. Can't we have real, Italian coffee?

- No. - Not necessarily a big one...

Look.

This is my space, where I live.

No one messes with the coffee.

But...

There.

I've nothing much else to tell you today.

Frankly

I'm bearing up well.

Seriously. No more vertigo.

Maybe this investigation makes me feel useful,

being in the action.

I'm happy to help the police.

The police or this policeman?

The police!

The policeman I can just about stand.

You're "bearing up", you "stand" him...

As if you're afraid of falling.

What?

I need someone to carry me?

Anyway I've had no more attacks, my acrophobia is gone.

How would a policeman help that?

I don't see why he might be my counterphobic object.

It's a coincidence.

A coincidence.

Yes, a coincidence. It happens.

My vertigo is gone, I don't need anyone.

All is well.

If all is well...

What about you? Are you not alone?

What happened?

We'll leave it there for today.

We don't check our collections daily.

A theft might go unnoticed for weeks.

Maybe it's a bad time to ask

but are you the daughter of Pierre Chassagne,

the Leonardo da Vinci expert?

Yes.

I can understand your move into legal expertise.

Succeeding such a man can't be easy!

Excuse me.

Paul?

What now? I haven't said a word.

That's what worries me, you make waves without doing anything!

Amazing!

Call back in 30 minutes.

I'm all yours.

Your archivist says that 10 days ago, your Watteau collection was complete.

That's what he told me.

Since then the only person with access is you.

What were you and Jérôme Barrière up to?

I don't understand, my security badge never leaves my office.

This isn't possible.

I don't believe it, it's been stolen!

Of course, you've only just noticed.

I hardly every use it. I go to the collections twice a year.

Yes, Mr Doinel?

I saw Jérôme in here, last week.

I popped out to make a call.

I see no other possible explanation:

he stole it!

Why would he do that? Why?

If one of my students had been killed, I'd be upset too.

You think he's sincere?

Don't you?

Why not?

Tell me!

He's just reeling off pat answers.

It's plain as day.

You think he lied to us?

Wow!

So why didn't you grill him and trap him?

- It's better to tap his phone. - Wow!

Tap his phone?

Now I can't wait for tomorrow!

Good morning!

Good morning.

Ah, just in time. Pardo will fill you in.

You slept badly?

What? Why?

You had your kids last night.

How do you know?

You've got a rabbit in your pocket.

Shit!

Now I have to return it tonight.

Can't he "fend for himself"?

A cuddly toy is different!

It's the only way to get him to sleep. When it works...

When I was a kid...

my dad gave me an Egyptian mummy.

Sure he did.

- Hi, Madame Chassagne. - Good morning.

That's mine.

We picked up this call from Richard Doinel's phone.

Listen to this.

Pierre, this investigation is an embarrassment for the school.

How can I help?

My dad!

I'd rather talk in person.

Are you available today?

Sure, why not?

Your dad's going to his office later.

Where do I come in?

By persuading him to collaborate with us.

Collaborate?

Collaborate how?

We need to know what Doinel wants.

- To work undercover. - My dad?

Working undercover?

Sorry.

Forget it. Out of the question.

Dad...

Florence, you might enjoy

playing the super-sleuth but I don't.

That said, you're obliged to help out.

That'll be the day!

You helped a crook sell a fake Da Vinci.

You're up in court soon, you could get 5 years.

Five years! My lawyer told me...

If you cooperate, the judge will go easy on you.

Listen to them.

This is blackmail.

Forget it, it was a lousy idea.

Wait a moment, please.

Could we set up a meeting with the prosecutor?

Maybe we could find... some common ground.

With pleasure, Mr Chassagne Come with me.

Are you sure about this?

Why?

As far as I know my father isn't exactly a qualified spy.

Supposing Doinel hoodwinks him?

Or he starts lying to save face?

Don't worry, we'll keep an eye on him.

Oh, but I will worry.

I don't understand. When will this be on TV?

Soon, Ma'am, we'll tell you. I'll have a biscuit.

He's in his office.

- Can you hear me? - I'm just arriving now.

This thing's unbearable!

You'll get used to it.

Do I knock?

Wait...

What the hell is he doing?

OK, go ahead.

What's he doing?

Listen up. Doinel just stashed

an envelope in the secretaire right opposite the door.

The key is in the pot on top of it.

Now you want me to burgle his office?

Don't argue.

Open the upper compartment and snap the contents of the envelope.

Leave Doinel to me.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

It's child's play!

Look, think about your court case.

One moment!

Coming!

Ah, Pierre.

Come in please. How nice to see you.

A drink?

Yes, please.

Guess what, I saw your daughter.

She came here with a policeman to grill me.

It's awful for the school's image.

I need to know what's going on.

You want me to ask my daughter about the investigation?

That's right. Do you think it's an unusual request?

I think you overestimate her importance to the police.

From what I understand she does a filing job.

You never know.

She may well have heard whispers.

The behaviour of this Captain Verlay

bothers me a little.

Likewise. He's bewitched my daughter.

What exactly does he accuse you of?

He hasn't accused me of anything,

just asked me questions.

He grilled me about...

Excuse me a moment.

Hello?

It's Captain Verlay. I have to see you, now.

Right now, really?

I'm in my office.

We'd better be discrete.

I'll meet you in the school car park.

May I ask why?

No, I can't discuss it over the phone.

I'll go.

What should I do?

You take over, OK?

Pierre...

I have to sort something out, I'll be right back.

Dad, can you hear me?

Hurry it up... quick!

Yes, yes.

Hurry!

What?

We have a problem, dear.

What's wrong?

Shit!

Shit.

What's going on?

Jérôme Barrière was with his banker when the Watteaus were stolen.

As I told you, I saw Jérôme last week.

He must have stolen my security card and passed it to an accomplice.

Your secretary doesn't remember the meeting.

Nadine wasn't there, I didn't tell her.

These secrets are mounting up, aren't they?

It was an informal meeting.

Informal?

Yes.

Well, tomorrow is formal: you'll be in our office all day long.

We have things to discuss.

- Very well. - Good.

Don't try them all!

Find one that matches the lock.

Is it a bit lock?

Tumbler? Pinlock? Cylinder?

Let me get on with it! You sound like your mother.

I won't ever listen to you again!

Captain, we have a problem.

You need to delay him.

Mr Doinel!

Mr Doinel, wait.

Sorry... one more thing...

What was I going to say?

Ah yes, your security card...

wasn't found at Jérôme Barrière's.

Maybe he disposed of it. Is this urgent?

Aren't I seeing you tomorrow?

Sure, I just wanted you to be able to sleep on it.

Something might come back to you.

Thank you.

At least your mum had gumption.

Enough about Mum!

Find that fucking key!

Florence! You may be 35 but I won't tolerate you swearing like a trooper!

Anyway I don't need any help from you!

Dad?

Dad!

Captain Verlay...

is Doinel still with you?

You think we went to the pub?

Dad just freaked out and cut the wire.

He didn't find the envelope.

Oh no!

Quick, Doinel will catch him!

I told you not to trust him.

You think this is the right time?

If Doinel is a killer, he'll murder him!

Shit!

Give me a moment, Pierre.

Wait...

What?

My dad...

What about your dad?

He did it.

He did it!

Thanks.

Jérôme Barrière.

And the room he was killed in.

There was another photo in the envelope.

It's blurred but super-sleuth here was freaking out.

- Freaking out how? - Look...

The principal.

Doesn't mind making a fool of himself!

What's this?

That was written on the back of the 2nd photo.

"Pierrot, shall I tell the press what a foursome is?"

Foursome?

Definitely Barrière's handwriting.

So that's "The Foursome"?

Jérôme Barrière

was blackmailing his principal about his Watteau parties?

Is that it?

What?

How to put it in simple terms?

The picture has a subtext.

A questionable one. Watteau didn't give it that title.

You're investigating with daughter AND father?

Good luck with that!

Thanks.

I won't sacrifice scientific rigour

for tabloid revelations.

Wait, wait...

It must be a family thing. Can't you say something clearly?

What fucking subtext? Please!

We're not certain but nowadays

the term "foursome"

is thought to have purely sexual connotations.

There.

You're telling me that's sexual?

They're looking at the same thing.

We're not sure what

but it's definitely below the belt.

A foursome?

An orgy on the school premises.

An orgy with the principal.

So Watteau painted love and desire

but don't over-interpret the erotic allusions.

Dad, it isn't my interpretation, it's Jérôme Barrière's.

Why are you smiling?

This investigation is actually fun.

You think they'll need me again?

You don't get, it, Dad. It's over.

All finished. Your assignment is over.

Are you sure?

Positive.

Sorry but I must get home, I have work to do.

Yes.

Good night.

Are you all right, Ma'am?

I'm fine, thanks.

So Barrière wanted the two Watteaus as a form of hush money.

It would wreck Doinel's career and family.

So Doinel himself stole the drawings from the collections.

But Jérôme was greedy. He had two but he wanted more.

To show he was serious, he sent a message with the photos.

But died a few hours after delivering it.

What's this?

- Can you blow it up? - I'll try.

OK.

We might not have the murderer but we've got...

the photographer.

Aiding and abetting extortion...

is a far more serious offence than possession of 3 grams of coke.

Jérôme asked me to take the photos.

I didn't know what they were for.

And of course you didn't ask him.

A chance to snap the principal in his boxers with two call girls?

Funniest thing I've seen in months.

I wasn't about to ask any questions.

We'll talk again once we've spoken to the guy in the boxers.

You're quiet.

Yes, I had to bite my tongue.

Perfect, keep it up.

That's great, we're getting there.

Amalia Rossi tried to delete the photos

but we know how to search a computer's trash.

I like this one.

I met Jérôme six months ago at a libertine's cub.

We got to know one another.

He knew how to trap me.

As the defender of the image of culture and of the school...

it's a blow to your reputation, right?

Your career would suffer.

So initially, you did what he asked.

When you realised he kept wanting more.

you killed him.

I didn't steal a 3rd Watteau for him just to kill him right away.

No, no.

We checked the collection, no other Watteau is missing.

It isn't listed.

Officially, it's being exhibited in Antwerp.

A theft during transport seemed plausible.

So where is it?

Hidden in my secretary's office.

I swear, it wasn't me who killed Jérôme.

You knew Jérôme was blackmailing Doinel?

I almost ended up in jail!

Amalia told me to keep mum.

You think Doinel killed Jérôme?

What? Do you know something?

No.

All right, thanks.

The 3rd Watteau is there.

Doinel signed the dispatch note at 5pm on the day of the murder.

Hard to believe he killed Barrière 45 minutes later.

I agree.

Commander, the pathologist, for you.

I'll take it in my office.

Ah, I see.

We haven't yet traced the two call girls.

Jérôme Barrière was a reveller,

he confused the "petite mort" with the real thing.

I found traces of sperm in his urethra.

At the moment of death, your victim was in the middle of a sex act.

OK, thanks, doctor.

OK.

The trident's still there!

Will they be gone long?

I don't know, maybe.

Can I take this?

I need to check something.

Where's she off to?

I've no idea, she took a photo of Amalia Rossi and left.

A foursome, a murder, and a missing trident.

You're going to tell me what happened, old man.

Florence? It's me.

I'll have to call you back, Dad, I'm busy.

The Captain just called.

How so?

About helping out with the investigation.

What!

He says he might need me

to collect information about the school.

Flo-flo?

I don't believe it.

Do you mind?

I'll have to call you back, Dad?

Florence!

Florence, are you all right?

Flo-flo? Florence?

Subtitles: ECLAIR