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- Hello, Mrs Legrand. - Hello, Miss Noyan.

- You look sad. - Huh!

- What's up? - My father just died.

There are worse things in life.

Oh?

You think so?

Maybe you're right.

He was an asshole.

It's me.

It's voicemail.

- You got the beep? - Yes.

Go on, but don't hang up.

Happy birthday, love. It's your dad. There you go.

I've gone and done it.

- It's Gédéon. - It'll get cold!

Coming. Help yourself.

But why did you hang up, though?

Happy birthday.

There.

We miss you.

We waited till 3 AM.

We finished the wine, the vodka, your dad's hooch.

So no shouting.

1, I've a headache, and 2, it'd be inappropriate.

It's been 6 months

since you promised to settle down

and never do. Last night, I realised

that I didn't miss you these last 2 weeks.

Marie-Jo and I realised

we couldn't wait all our lives for you.

So we stopped waiting.

I feel at peace for the first time in ages.

Obviously I'm sorry it happened this way,

and on your birthday too.

Sorry.

Hello.

- Hello, Mr Brion. OK? - Fine.

- Shall we go? - Yes.

- Look at this weather! - Oh dear.

Let's go.

- Shall I go? - Yes.

I do understand,

but I can do nothing.

Obviously.

- Goodbye. - See you tomorrow, Mr Brion.

Miss Claire Noyan?

- Is one of your colleagues coming? - I doubt it.

Near the urinal. A bit stinky but it works.

Hello?

Captain Joubert speaking.

From Paris. What is this mess?

I'm at the station. Alone.

I'm sure. No one. No taxi, no nothing.

Wasn't there a lieutenant detailed to fetch me? Yes...

At the cemetery? But I'm at the station.

A car, yes. That'd be simplest.

OK, I'll wait in the café opposite...

No, there's nothing opposite.

I still haven't found that tie.

We'll be late.

Stop yelling. I won't be a minute.

Yelling? Speaking loudly.

Ow!

You must remember to go shopping.

There's no shower gel.

The cupboard under the sink.

Yes, but it's lavender. You know I hate lavender.

Lavender stinks!

Where is that tie?

Shit!

I said I'm coming.

- Uh, Claire... - What?

- What? - No, No...

- What is it? - No, no!

I'm too old for that. Wait, I'm getting dressed.

Oh, that's great.

- I'm glad to see you. - Me too, love.

You should have said. I'd have picked you up.

- I know. You hate surprises. - No...

OK?

Yes. Fine.

- What's going on here? - What?

- Well... - Nothing. Just tidying.

- In a suitcase? - Yes.

- You're going somewhere? - No... No.

I just have to get used to seeing you.

- It's not every day that... - Yes.

Gédéon, my tie!

Oh no... Oh no...

My daughter. Alive.

I didn't think I'd see you again before I died.

Hi, Dad.

Well?

Why did you come? You need money?

- No. I'm joking. - Oh, Albert...

I can come back next year, if you like.

He's not. Two postcards in two years...

- Come on. I called. - You picked up when we called.

- That's not the same. - He's right, it's different.

All right, then.

- Look. You see? - Claire.

Let's not start.

We'll stop the lectures.

You're too old for that.

Come on.

What about my tie?

- You don't know where it is? - He puts them away.

You do it.

Yes. My bad.

In the wardrobe, to the left.

- Reassuring. Nothing changes. - Yes, well...

Will you stay a few days?

Two or three.

- Is something wrong? - No. It's all good.

- Except your knee. What's that? - I fell.

We'll see to that. And you can tell me.

- What? - What's good.

Edwin? What a dumb name!

Shouldn't you forgive him?

Right. With a slap.

She's gone 30, I remind you.

Then it's in vitro.

The products aren't the same quality.

You're ageing. Delicate, almost.

- You'll see I'm right. - Leave her alone!

Ah. See? You've lost the plot.

I don't know what's wrong with him at the moment.

What are you getting ready for?

A funeral.

Bernard Lavallière. The photographer. Remember?

No.

A drunkard. Don't worry,

I won't mourn him for long.

Why are you going, then?

Because it's done.

- Shall we go? - Yes.

She should forgive him.

Don't you think?

None of your business.

You didn't raise her. Would you be a better granddad?

Why say that?

It's time she settled down. That's all.

- He seemed quite nice. - "Quite nice" isn't enough.

Not as dumb as the rest, then.

You saw one photo of him. What are you on about?

Forget it. You've no kids, you wouldn't understand.

There.

Shall we go?

May I?

It's always when you need it...

It's not always the best who leave.

Mind you, we won't miss him.

Isn't that Albert's girl?

A fine specimen. Not like her mother, though.

What are you after, Gassier?

Me? Nothing.

We need to talk, Albert.

I'm sure there's lots to talk about.

Once I've said shit to you I've said it all.

I'm not here for small talk.

You're right.

No. Respect for the dead is sacred.

Near the Bellegrand vault.

You'd better be there. I'll be waiting.

"God has spoken to us,

"newly, and in our own time,

"through his own son, by whom

"he created the centuries.

"And as he is the splendour of his glory..."

- Are you Ladrun? - Yes.

I was told I'd find you here.

"...after purging us of our sins,

"he then took his seat

"in heaven, to the right..."

Joubert. Crime Squad, Paris.

Ring any bells?

Oh, shit! Captain Joubert.

Oh yes, the train.

Exactly. The train, the case, the enquiry... All that.

- Ah, the enquiry... - Hush.

Don't bother. It was suicide.

OK. Unless I'm mistaken,

I've come 300km on the train for nothing,

to this hole.

I love it. It's picturesque. I like all this.

- What's that? - The file.

- File? What file? - The case file.

- You walk around with it? - Just in case.

Yes. In case the dead come back to life?

Who said suicide? The court?

No.

The coroner?

No.

You?

- I'm sorry. - For what?

Bothering you for nothing.

It's never for nothing. What are these photos?

Found around the body.

He wanted to sort them out before...

Committing suicide?

- Who's that woman? - Suzanne Noyan.

Suzanne What?

Noyan. Suzanne Noyan.

Noyan...

OK. Let's go.

Where?

To the crime scene.

20,000. It's fair, after what I did for you.

- Not a word you should use. - I could have said more.

You need money? Play the Lotto.

Don't take it like that.

You really think I have that much money?

Why do you go to the bank every day?

In love with the teller?

I know what I see. Don't hurt me, Gédéon!

I swear that...

Unless you'd rather I told Albert everything?

Or the cops.

Or the girl, in fact.

You're living dangerously, Gassier. If you go near her, I swear...

What? You'll kill me too?

She's so like her father.

We're all men of goodwill. I know we'll get along.

Thank you, Gédéon.

Hello, Miss.

- Who's that guy? - What guy?

Him, there.

That's Gassier, a cadger. Been bothering people for 20 years.

Have you seen the steak knife?

Why are you asking?

- Because I need one. - I don't know.

- It was the only sharp one. - I don't know!

OK, OK.

You're hiding something.

Eh?

I...

I'm going.

Going?

Leaving the house.

That's what I thought. You're going through a teenage phase.

Stop smoking dope, Gédéon.

Can't you take me seriously?

I know, I didn't choose my moment.

I'm fed up of it, Albert!

There.

I was going to stay a month, after Suzanne died.

I've been here 30 years.

No one forced you to.

You never had time to look after her.

It doesn't seem to weigh heavily on you.

I'm sorry. I don't think you were wanted elsewhere.

It's time I lived my life.

It's been closed for 2 years.

Small business, big money problems.

A life's work for nothing, it's a scary thought.

What do you mean?

Like I said: suicide.

OK. Suicide.

Who exactly put that thought in your head?

I don't know. The enquiry and the witness.

What's his name?

Gassier, a former employee. He found the body.

Your mate Lavallière wasn't keen on paperwork.

25 years without social security.

Oh, around here...

But your employee witness...

When the shop shuts, he's left

without the dole or a pension. And that can...

Right.

So according to you,

your man climbs up there looking for photos.

That's a bit vague.

He finds an image that... We don't know.

It makes him want to...

How many people you know commit suicide

by jumping from a stepladder?

- Oh, around here... - I see.

Like social security.

Give me the autopsy file.

Autopsy?

Central here. Scooter theft, Gagarin estate.

- Plaintiff: Gilles Martineau. - My dentist.

Repeat: "Gilles Martineau, Building 2, Staircase C."

I have to catch him. Two fillings depend on it.

Yes.

Go now. You'll arrive before it's repainted.

Did I do something wrong?

- Don't you like it here? - Yes.

Well, then?

I'd like to be alone, Albert.

We're not married.

You're free to come and go as you please.

You can even bring girls home, if you fancy.

Do you love someone else?

Stop it.

See, I can still make you laugh.

Silly!

Yes, I'm silly.

Sorry. But it doesn't happen just like that.

You don't suddenly say: "I'm leaving."

You prepare others.

You say: "Warning! I'm not doing so well right now.

"I need a holiday. I'm tired."

Or: "I need to step out for a while."

"A while", not forever.

Finished?

Don't tell the girl.

Rely on me.

Hey, Claire! Claire?

Come and see.

Gédéon has something to tell you. He's going.

He's running away.

Going to a new life.

You two can't be left alone for a minute.

You really are silly.

What's all this business?

Nothing.

But I... I'm just going on holiday, that's all.

We've had paid holidays since 1936. I've never taken one.

Aren't they a good thing?

He's leaving for good.

Stop it, Dad.

- It's upsetting. - I can't help it if Erwan chooses...

- Edwin. - Thanks. Edwin.

Definitely a shitstirrer's name.

- I didn't say that. - Can't you find one

we can get used to?

It's very worrying for a father.

Did you know that?

You're a pain, Dad.

You have been for 30 years!

Shut up and let Gédéon talk for once.

Goddamit!

You've a cheek to call!

A bloody cheek!

Outside near the shed. It works better.

What? Isn't she as hot now you're less drunk?

See what state you put her in?

Right.

I heard you. I'll think about it.

It's good that you think about it. That's great.

I promise you.

I'm going for a stroll.

Good. It'll do you good.

OK?

I forgot my coat.

See, your mind's elsewhere.

Where is he?

Claire? Claire!

Come here, Nicolas.

This is crazy. You could warn your girlfriends.

- Here for the holidays? - Yes.

Nicolas, say hello to Claire.

My childhood friend who we see on TV.

That's odd. I was with Anne 2 minutes ago.

Anne, Philippe's sister. Now my sister-in-law.

I have to drop him off. You must tell me about TV and everything.

- Yeah. - See you soon. Say goodbye.

- Goodbye, Claire. - Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Right, then...

Gagarin estate.

Miss?

May I buy you a drink?

I'm fine. Thank you.

That's not what I asked.

I answered you.

I warn you, I can be unpleasant.

I believe you.

I had a few things to ask.

Were you close? With the deceased. Lavallière.

My father's friend. And you?

I'm a cop.

I didn't ask that.

It's often an answer.

What do you want?

Fresh orange juice.

But I'll have to ask myself. And you?

Same.

Hello.

- Hello. - Yes?

- Fresh orange juice. - There is none.

I asked, but the owner refuses.

We only have bottled.

Yes, but...

Zero vitamins.

I know. But here, we don't care.

My dream is for thirsty people to come here.

I am thirsty.

Are you sure?

Can't you listen to anything but this crap?

- Like what? - I don't know. Rock.

Rock is your era, Dad.

My era...

What are you doing?

- Looking at old stuff. - Yeah...

We haven't always been "old stuff".

See how beautiful your mother was.

Are you cold?

No.

We can turn up the heating.

Did you want me or was I an accident?

She was on the pill. It was new at the time.

One day,

she told me she'd stopped a year ago. And bang!

But I was 100% in agreement. You betcha.

You should learn to lie better. Nice to know.

I have to file this away.

Look at that.

Gédéon and his group.

Covers of Pink Floyd, the Stones.

Yes. Oldster rock.

But at the time... Oh, wow.

Hey,

The Jets!

Oh dear.

And I envied that bastard.

He had his hour of glory. Local, it's true.

But still.

And with the girls...

The bastard.

These yoghurts are good.

I can't find my wallet.

Anyone have any ideas?

I have my passport, anyway.

Wait a second.

My cigarettes, on the cupboard, please.

You shouldn't.

One a day. It's my guilty pleasure.

And my cards.

What is this thing?

"St-Jean-de-Monts." It's ugly.

- Put it back. - Why?

It was your mother's.

Remember those holidays in St-Jean-de-Monts?

- St-Jean-de-Monts. - Yeah...

Oh, gosh.

Did Mum smoke?

Yes.

She smoked. Eh, Gédéon?

Yes, she smoked.

And not just cigarettes, either.

And you picked on me for my spliffs!

- You were barely 15. - So what?

Well...

She smoked. And she drank.

And she ate too much.

She didn't take her medicine.

You couldn't reason with her.

She loved life too much. That's what killed her.

How about her love life?

Goodnight.

Not sleeping?

No.

I wanted to thank you... Well...

For taking my side this lunchtime. It was nice.

- Sometimes he annoys me. - He's not a bad sort.

But he is. That's the problem.

He is a bad sort. And you let him.

You shouldn't talk of your dad like that.

You still play guitar?

Yes. Well, No.

It'd be crap, don't you think?

Sixty, a gut and a Stratocaster.

- No. Why? - I don't know.

- Is that you? - What?

- I asked if that was you. - Who?

No. Not Mum. The guy, there.

I wanted to say, about Erwan...

Edwin.

You should let bygones be bygones. Albert's right.

In cases like this, the fault is shared.

Is that you?

No, it's not. Goodnight.

- Who was the guy at the cemetery? - Gassier.

- Hustling us for 40 years. - Threatening you with the cops?

Those are grown-ups' stories.

I nicked these photos from a cop.

Why did he have them?

I'm tired. I'd like a pee. Everything's fine.

Sure.

Is that why you want to leave home?

Hello.

- Hello. - Hello.

Strolling?

Immersing.

Sniffing.

It's very important to sniff.

I have to...

- I have to go. - Indeed.

Looking for something?

Uh... Yes. The mail.

I came for it.

In the car?

No.

No. I was going to the hairdresser's.

With the mail?

Yes. I don't know. Stop this.

Life isn't always logical.

Sometimes we do things, and then...

Shit.

- There's nothing, anyway. - Yes.

It's natural. It's 8 AM. The postman doesn't come till 11.30.

The hairdresser opens at 10.

- You owe me an explanation. - You too. Who's first?

Who's the bastard after me?

Captain Joubert, Crime Squad, Paris.

No, I wondered who it was because...

It was me. It was me.

You've got your coffee, I brought pastries.

Ah yes...

Yes.

You're not Mr Tidy.

I live alone.

If you employ a cleaner,

you could deduct half her wages from your taxes.

I don't pay taxes.

I'm investigating Mr Lavallière's death.

Oh?

- Wasn't it an accident? - Yes.

No.

No.

Oh?

You were...

You were...

Mr Lavallière's employee? - Yes.

I ran the shop and helped him with weddings on Saturday.

Oh dear.

Absolutely. Your coffee is disgusting.

- I'm no good at that. - No.

Not at all.

Is there nothing else?

Yes. I've a drop of Armagnac left.

My cousins have a farm there.

They've all the gear. It's home-made...

Be quiet. Because...

Tell your cousins their Armagnac and your coffee

are the same. Both shit.

Yes.

You're right. I'll have to...

I'll have to hire someone to do the housework.

Here are a few photos...

that we found

this morning in a post-box very close to here.

We found the same ones

atop a wardrobe at Mr Lavallière's.

Post-box, wardrobe...

Any explanation?

I had a meeting with Lavallière. He owed me money.

Compensation,

all that...

Anyway, when I arrived, Gédéon was leaving the house.

Gédéon Brion.

He said he'd just arrived and found Lavallière

hanging on his ladder,

head downwards.

He was dead.

You thought Gédéon had helped him take a jump.

- I didn't say that. - You thought it.

You thought you'd take that in hand.

- I wanted him to avoid any fuss. - I understand.

- You're very friendly. - We were at school together.

That forges bonds.

True. Automatically.

There.

So you're telling me that Gédéon...

- No. I didn't say that. - What?

I didn't say...

Careful. If it's not him,

it's you. - No!

Why did he want these photos,

Lavallière? What's special about them?

No idea. They're just photos.

Who's this with Suzanne?

I don't know.

I think you do.

It's about Claire Noyan.

- Her father. - Albert Noyan?

No. Yes! Well, no.

Albert Noyan

or...

Gédéon Brion.

But Albert doesn't know.

So old Lavallière blackmailed Gédéon.

The meeting with Gédéon turned sour.

You thought you'd take over.

No. This photo was at Lavallière's.

It could've fallen into the wrong hands.

You just wanted to give it back to Gédéon.

Exactly. There.

You're taking the Mickey.

I have a small pension.

- Yes. - Yes.

- That's bad. - Yes.

Bad. Coffee?

I'd like that.

Stop!

You're insane!

Listen carefully. This isn't very nice:

blackmail, perjury, conspiracy to murder...

- I've done nothing. - Good.

But we'd better be agreed.

You are going to forget this story.

Albert Noyan, Gédéon Brion, the photos, the stepladder... Over.

And I'll try to forget you. It won't be easy.

But we'll both make a big effort.

It's obvious.

Trying to get the photos back, it degenerates. Gédéon kills him.

But you impressed me with the real father story.

Let's get things straight, son.

The death was an accident. He fell off his ladder.

It's confirmed. Case closed.

But you said... And the photos?

How did Lavallière die?

- Ah... - Yes. Indeed.

There are always two sides to each case.

There's the legal aspect. And there's the human aspect.

I'll see to the human aspect.

- And you look after the... - Human.

No. Human means nothing. Make an effort.

- The scooter. - Scooter.

The scooter, the dentist, etc.

- My dentist's scooter! - Not mine.

- Can I go? - Now, yes.

That's the human aspect.

We...

Your mother and I had a fling.

Is that funny?

No. I'm glad.

Oh?

- Did Dad know? - Oh!

No. It was long before she met him.

Suzanne didn't really want him to know.

He was a bigmouth,

but he wouldn't have nicked his best friend's girl.

We broke up before I introduced them. So...

Did she dump you?

Uh...

I don't recall.

And nothing else happened between you?

- No... No. - So what's the problem?

There isn't one.

- There is. A guy is dead. - Lavallière?

Yes. He...

He was filing his archives.

He found some old wedding photos.

So he asked me to pick them up.

When I got there, he was dead, fallen from his stepladder.

I panicked and left. Gassier saw me go.

He imagined crazy stuff.

There.

I didn't want Albert to find out. It's old business.

He'd blame me for not telling him for 30 years.

There's a time for truth, and that time...

has passed.

A long time ago.

Is that all?

Yes, that's all.

So there's no need to decamp.

Right.

I must go to the bank before it closes.

Bye.

Can I help you, sir?

Yes. Do you have my size?

Look... I think it'd be best if you went,

this is a small town. - No. It's for my... mother.

We have the same...

You know?

And the bonnets?

Woollen bonnets. It's better.

Look, if you don't go, I'll call the police.

Consider it done.

I'll make no comment.

Thank you.

Our job can be a tricky one.

Oh? Were you on a mission?

Indeed. Surveillance.

OK. I was following you.

Don't make it a habit.

Everyone knows you're here for Lavallière.

If you're here, it must be murder.

- You're well informed. - I'm a bit of a journalist.

A bit?

Is this an interrogation?

Or am I a suspect?

- Me? Someone I know? - The case is closed.

Accident.

You're a funny cop.

Why not mention the photos?

I stole them from you. Don't you mind?

No. You can have them.

They seem important to you.

You've something to say?

When you investigate a death,

you always learn lots of things.

The main thing is not to cause more damage.

There's what we must know, and there's the rest.

- Should I know something? - I don't know.

It's not easy to decide.

It's the same in your job, isn't it?

It's about the photos? About Gédéon?

Ah, but...

Ah, but... you knew?

Oh.

I'd rather.

You'd rather what?

I'd rather know that... There.

Gassier...

Gédéon... You know.

We always hear these stories...

If you've something to say, say it.

That's enough. This isn't funny.

I'd like to invite you to lunch.

All right.

I'm sorry.

We only keep one of the two keys.

And you need both, that's the system.

Don't worry. You'll find it.

What if we don't?

You'll have to wait two weeks and pay for a double.

- Oh dear. - 110 euros. That's the rate.

110 euros?

That much!

Right!

Hello, Miss. I have a few questions.

I'm going to the hairdresser.

It doesn't matter.

Dash! Will there be a hold-up?

Same again.

No head.

Another round?

The little submarine.

3.5 grams guaranteed. Cheers!

Come round to eat. You can meet my husband.

Be right back.

But you know him.

Philippe. He was in Mrs Lompon's class.

Philippe, the pharmacist's son.

Oh yes.

- When do you leave? - Tomorrow.

Oh, dash. We can't do it tonight.

- I have yoga. - Shame.

Yes.

I want that.

Yes!

I like that a lot.

We'll do it in 2 stages. I'll put in the rollers,

and then... Then we'll see. OK?

OK.

- It won't be too...? - No.

- Not at all. - She always does mine.

Oh, right.

It's very trendy, on TV.

- The girl who presents Lotto... - I'd love highlights,

but Philippe finds them vulgar. - Vulgar?

No?

- You have children? - Yes. One boy.

How old?

Six.

Are you the father?

I have wondered, if you must know.

More than once.

Yes. It's the classic thing, because the women...

They know. But we...

- We can't know. - Yes.

I trust my wife.

Ah. That's good.

At the same time, a moment of distraction...

Maybe she didn't dare tell me.

We could do a test, mind you. Like...

blood or DNA.

If I found out he wasn't mine...

maybe I'd love him less.

I'm sure I'm the father.

- That's good. - Yes. And I raised her.

That's good too.

- With her father. - It's better with two.

You need 2 figures: a paternal figure...

- You were saying? - With her father.

Oh yes.

Is it allowed?

How was it done? You had a surrogate mother?

Science is fascinating. But sometimes it's beyond me.

And what is it? A boy?

- No. A girl. - Oh yes.

I'd have bet on a boy, given the chromosomes.

XY.

Of course not. Think about it.

Two women is XX.

Yes.

- Add that up, and it's XX-XX. - Yes.

Divide by two, and it can only be XX.

Yes.

Whereas two men make XY and XY.

If you combine all that, you obtain XX,

XY, XY and XX.

Wait...

You obtain XX, XY or YY.

OK?

That's powerful.

YY, that's Claire.

That's my daughter.

- You're happy with her? - Very.

Very.

Oh!

Thing is, she doesn't know she's my daughter.

- Nor does her father. - Yes.

I don't want him to know.

If she does find out... It is quite unusual.

- There's another problem. - Hardly surprising.

Some bastard wants to spill the beans.

A guy I talked to

20 years ago. We'd had a few drinks.

- And now... - Bastard!

The bastard!

- I don't have much choice. - Don't stand for it.

A last one?

Go on!

This one's on me.

- Go on, then. - Yes.

Fight it.

Go on!

You earn a lot on TV?

No more than elsewhere.

Oh yes?

You wonder where the licence fee goes.

I can't manage without tips, that's for sure.

Mind you...

I wouldn't make a fuss if I were you,

about the future.

Gédéon.

The money.

Always dresses the same, but...

I don't know how much he has stashed away. None of my business.

But he comes every day to count it.

I reckon the taxmen are after him.

I was asked questions about him earlier.

Shady situation, etc. I didn't tell you.

You know how it is. Professional secrecy.

Gassier!

Gassier, you creep!

Open up so I can smash your face in!

Come on, you bastard!

Gassier!

Open up or I'll smash everything!

Shut up, Gédéon!

You'll wake the whole neighbourhood.

You're a rotter!

You turned my life to shit, Gassier.

I'm sorry, Gédéon.

But you're insane. Totally insane!

You broke my nose.

Where did you put those photos, Gassier?

In your box. And you gave them to the cops, like a fool.

You're a fool.

What?

The cops have them. They came to see me.

The cops...

Damn it! I won't wear a helmet.

I'll call you, OK?

Someone nicked my scooter.

I don't believe it!

Oh dear!

- What colour? - Orange and grey.

With an electric starter.

Oh dear, Philippe will be furious.

Philippe?

My husband, the pharmacist's son.

Even for a few minutes at home,

lock it up. How many times must we tell you?

- What time was it? - Just now.

He arrived and hit me, like that, for no reason.

He wants the photos, but you have them.

He'll try again. He's violent.

We'll go and talk to him.

In a way, I didn't want to disturb you.

No, I'm glad you did, Mr Gassier.

My dentist's scooter.

It wasn't easy.

It wasn't at the Gagarin estate.

Where was it?

Town centre.

By the hair salon?

Yes. How do you know? Very impressive.

- There's something there. - Miss.

Ready... there!

God! It's my scooter.

It doesn't really matter. You can take your property.

- Should I report it? - No point.

They're young offenders. A difficult climate.

We're flexible. Give them a chance.

Thanks for coming.

Don't hesitate

to contact us if you need help.

It's for times like this that I do this job.

Yes.

What colour was your dentist's scooter?

Green.

I wanted to draw your attention to that.

I, on the other hand, would like to report it, Superintendent.

Oh, shit.

Did you check the petrol?

Oh yes, the petrol. The petrol...

Your life will change, Dad. Get ready. That's oil.

That's petrol, and it's empty.

Take a look at me.

Did he say anything to you?

No.

But his things are still there.

So?

He wants to be able to go if he decides to.

He won't necessarily.

Especially if you don't stop him. Dad, promise me...

Wait. Is the petrol super or lead-free?

Dad?

Why are there mainly photos of me with Gédéon, not with you?

Because I was taking the photos.

You thought I didn't love you?

No.

Why didn't you remarry?

You're asking odd questions lately.

You know...

Some people are hard to replace.

And then... time passed.

And there you are.

After all, I got what I deserved.

I behaved like a bastard with him.

You know he was in love with your mum?

They were together before we married.

I know.

Oh?

Did he...?

Does he know I know?

He introduced me.

We got on right away.

We didn't have many scruples.

Neither she nor I.

It was love.

I've never spoken to Gédéon about it. It was best that way. Here.

- I stole that. - No!

There's no point. If he wants to go, he'll go.

You two are impossible.

Will you return it?

Take it easy, Dad.

Dad.

A drink before you go?

I'll be off.

No, just a small one. Here.

One for the road.

I'll get it.

Any news?

- Of whom? - Erwan.

Edwin?

I don't care if he drops dead.

Here.

I'll go.

Don't move, Gédéon!

I've been thinking.

There's no way you can leave.

You haven't told me everything,

and you can't go till you do.

Sorry, Albert, but I'm 60...

Shut up!

I came here to rest!

You go to your parents for shelter!

This is what I've decided.

Gédéon, you can stay a while.

I came to see you.

And you, Dad, leave him alone once and for all.

- All of us! - I shall.

Indeed!

Your hair's nice. What did you do?

- Nice of you to call. - I didn't want to go alone.

- To the restaurant? - No. The bank.

You've thought about this? You might find out

something you didn't want to know.

That you know?

I'm used to getting slapped on my own.

But I wouldn't refuse some help.

Usually, except in cases of death, it's article 12,

you need a proxy.

And it's time for lunch. But...

You can give me the proxy tomorrow.

"Gédéon, my love, Claire has been born.

"I want you to know she is your daughter."

Will you be OK?

"She's sleeping as I write. I'm watching her.

"She's gorgeous. She's sucking her thumb."

She's sucking her thumb, and...

What will I do, my love?

I don't know what a baby is.

I can only tell you, because Albert

thinks I'll make a fine mother

and I'll stop all this nonsense. Huh!

You know that's not true.

Albert is so happy.

I didn't have the courage to tell him the truth.

I doubt I ever shall.

Don't blame me.

I don't like facing problems.

I don't know.

She's beautiful, Gédéon.

She's a tiny little thing

with a story behind her, quite a sad story.

Take care of yourself. I love you.

Suzanne.

You'd rather I went?

That's it.

Goodbye, Mrs Bichet.

- Hello. - Ladrun. Police.

You have some coffee?

Pardon?

For the brownies. They had no pastries. May I come in?

- The kitchen's this way? - Yes.

Tell me... It's a very clean house.

Yes.

Yes.

You can claim taxes on a cleaning lady.

Oh?

- Sorry, but... - Sit down!

Very well.

- What do you want? - A shandy.

What?

Shut up!

What?

A beer. A beer would be good.

OK. I'll get one...

Stay where you are!

Tell your cousins that your water is shit.

OK.

Will you explain?

Come on! Hush.

Be careful.

What's that?

What's that?

Coffee?

Doesn't it burn?

No. It's cold.

Listen carefully.

There's something not right in your life,

but it's not my business. First I'll get changed,

then we'll take it from the top. Everything.

Eh? OK.

But meanwhile, cop or not,

you can clean that up. Right now!

Right, see you soon.

See you soon.

It looks nice, working on TV.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

No... It's me that...

But you were just fine.

Really.

Anyway, what's done is done.

I'm starving.

Aren't you?

I'm sorry about your trousers.

Right. I'll come to the point.

Stop me if I'm wrong.

Lavallière finds old photos which show your relationship

with Suzanne, wife of Albert Noyan,

photos taken exactly 9 months before Claire was born.

When Albert Noyan was away for his work.

But Albert doesn't know

you're cheating on him

and that his daughter...

isn't his daughter.

You don't want him to know. That's natural.

Lavallière blackmails you. You fight...

and you kill him.

You are?

The cuckold.

- What did you say? - Eh?

You said my daughter wasn't my daughter.

I said that?

Just like that. As a working theory.

Sorry.

Sorry.

- Sir? - No, thanks.

Isn't your investigation over? Why are you staying?

To lunch with you.

I'm in no rush to get back to an empty house.

She walked out?

Let's say that

when you're never there...

women don't appreciate it.

Men neither, I assure you.

Excuse me.

Hello? Edwin, this isn't the best time.

No.

What?

A premature birth of 4.25 kg.

How could I be so silly?

All she could do is cheat on the date.

Or we'd be found out.

- We didn't want to hurt you. - Shut up!

- OK. - Shut up.

Forgive me. I'm sorry.

Was it him?

- The man who couldn't bear it? - Yes.

He couldn't bear it, but I'm the one who left.

I hate dealing with events. Just like my mother.

We didn't see Lavallière taking photos, or...

He kept them until he needed some money.

Yes.

- And so... - Is that why you killed him?

But I didn't. I wanted to.

That's why I went round, but he fell on his own.

Gassier...

That tallies with your information? Blackmail?

He agreed that it was a nasty thing to do.

He promised

not to tell your father. Well, Albert Noyan.

In any case,

my father doesn't know that he isn't.

My real father doesn't know I know he's my real father. And no one

knows I know the truth. How do I get out of that?

I had a friend,

a good friend.

A big cigar lover.

I bought him a Davidoff,

a great big fat cigar for his 40th birthday.

Before the birthday, I found out he had lung cancer.

He'd told no one.

I was left looking stupid.

I hesitated, and then...

I decided to pretend not to know. I gave it to him.

And he pretended to be really pleased.

Four months later he died. He lied until the end.

It was generous of him.

What use would it be to let everyone know?

- You're disgusting. - What started this?

You were a friend.

It didn't stop you from stealing Suzanne.

That's not the same.

I thought it was over.

No, it wasn't over. It was never over. Ever.

My daughter? How could I be so stupid?

You were never there to look after her.

Lots of fathers work!

I slaved away and you played the fool with your guitar.

No. Suzanne couldn't have slept with you. It's not possible.

But she did.

I can't help it! She slept with me.

You're a cuckold, mate.

- And I should forgive him? - What else can he do?

Your mother decided for everyone.

You can see her saying

to her best friend: "Well, there it is..."

You're a cuckold!

Will you shut it?

"Give me back my daughter.

"By the way, she's mine."

I raised her. I'm proud of it. Fuck you!

You want to fight?

Come on. We should have done this 30 years ago.

Come on.

Let's go.

"Sorry, we didn't have time to tell you, old chap."

I don't see it as funny.

I came here because my life was a mess.

At least it was still the same at home.

One shouts, one moans.

Don't tell her anything! Nothing!

Everything in its place, the same answers...

My markers.

Fucking father's day!

You got all the ashtrays and necklaces.

Suddenly a guy falls off a stool and all hell breaks loose.

You should come. I wanted to make up for the scooter.

I went to Gédéon Brion's.

Hello, ma'am.

And it seems

Albert Noyan didn't know that...

But now he does know.

Gédéon!

That's enough!

Are you mad?

You should be ashamed.

He started it.

You think that'll stop him going?

If he wants to go, let him. Go on.

Make up your mind.

What?

- You have a first aid kit? - In the pantry. On the left.

Quickly, arnica!

He was in love with Mum 30 years ago. So what! Big deal!

But that isn't done.

What? What isn't done?

Nicking your best mate's girl?

- Shut up. - Pardon?

Gassier's a shit. You should've killed him too.

- I killed no one. - You should have.

At least you'd have done something worthwhile.

The pantry.

Who cares if Mum was happy?

Tell me you didn't hide the money under a mattress.

No. I didn't hide the money under a mattress.

It was in the kitchen, under the sink.

Ow...

Gently.

That's not mercurochrome, it's not red.

The colour makes no difference.

- How do you know? - Dad, that's enough. Deal with it!

See? She said "Dad".

I warn you, say anything to her and I'll kill you.

I won't wait till you fall off a stool.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

I'll stay a while longer.

They'll need me.

And... will you tell them?

What?

Well...

I don't know... That you know.

I don't know.

We'll see.

They have to sort it out between them.

You know...

I really like you, Claire.

About earlier, at the bank...

it's...

- What's he saying? - Who cares?

He's chatting her up!

You think so?

Look at his face. He's being all romantic.

That's perverted, for a cop.

But... that was very nice.

That's not what I meant. It was the fact...

Claire, my baby, wake up. Come on.

It's Gédéon's. His address is on it.

Put it in the Lost and Found. It'll save paperwork.

I like you too.

I warn you, I can be hell.

By the way, Claire is O positive.

Yes. So what?

Well... you're negative.

Like Suzanne.

So what?

You haven't a hope. It's not possible.

Negative plus negative is still negative.

You're not the father.

You're sure?

No.

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