All language subtitles for La Treve AKA The Break S02E03 Episode 2.3

You can take off your bra.

But it's my shoulder that's bothering me.

I know that, but I can examine it better
without the bra.

So...

It starts here
and shoots all the way to my spine.

Let's take a look.

Is something wrong?

No, sorry. I had the impression that...

What impression, miss?

Nothing...

I'm going to go.

You're not the first person
I've seen naked.

Yes?

Sorry to disturb you, Doctor.

What is it?

The police called to ask
about your patient, Mrs. du Tilleul.

They wish to speak to you.

A sudden development
in Astrid du Tilleul's case:

the primary suspect, Dany Bastin,
took back his confession last night.

His lawyer, Mr. Foucart,
accuses the police of harassment.

He requests
that his client be released immediately.

But the young man
is not out of the woods yet.

There are still several gray areas.

At present, Dany Bastin is unable
to give the investigators a solid alibi.

Yoann?

- Yes?
- You alright?

Yes.

We'll be able to see him.

Hi, Dany.

We've filed for a review
of Clémence's murder.

It's a good start but it'll take time.

Have faith.

Yoann is the friend I told you about.

Hi, Dany.

He has a few questions for you.

We don't have much time. You must tell me.

Where were you
the night of Mrs. du Tilleul's death?

We know you weren't with your family.
So where were you?

I need to know the truth
in order to help you.

I can't do anything if you don't talk.

You can trust him. He's on our side, Dany.

I was at the lookout.

Where?

The road being built in the Angy Woods.

There's a lookout point by the site.

Dany sometimes watches them work.

Right, Dany?

You watched them work?

Yes.

Did anyone see you at the lookout?

No.

You didn't see anyone in the woods?

- No.
- And on your way home?

You didn't see any cars?

A tractor?

No.

A construction worker?

A lumberjack? Someone walking by?

No.

Think hard, Dany. Your alibi is important.

There was no one.

I never see anyone at the lookout.

That's why I go there.

To be alone.

I liked Mrs. du Tilleul, you know.

She was nice to me.

Mrs. du Tilleul was a good person.

Look, Dany.

Don't film me.

You should be filming the trees,
the forest!

Look at that.

Isn't it wonderful?

Listen.

They know it's winter.

They're storing their sap

in the center of the trunk.

It's wonderful.

A green woodpecker!

You hear that?

It's so beautiful.

It needs to be preserved.

Astrid du Tilleul
was born and raised in Ardennes.

As honest as the day is long,

as sharp as a tack.

She knew what she wanted
and how to get it.

As you know,
Astrid and I didn't agree on everything.

In the town council,
we usually had opposing opinions.

But we had one project in common: Musso.

She did a great deal for our town.

She was

a brilliant woman.

Intelligent

and radiant.
The way in which she's left us is tragic.

We will miss you, Astrid.

I will miss you.

For Astrid!

Bunch of shitty bourgeois!

Jeez...

They obviously couldn't resist.

Can't wait to get rid
of those freeloaders.

I'm so sorry.

My condolences.

Cranberry juice?

It's for me.

Thank you.

Hi, Marjo.

Inspector Peeters?

Can I sit down?

Of course.

It's nice to see you.

Yes.

It's been a long time.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Doing fine.

And you?

Fine.

I thought you'd left.
Do you still live in the area?

More or less.

I live in the other valley now,

by Bastogne.

It's nice to see you in uniform.

I work for the Musso office.

I heard.

That's great.

What brings you to Musso?

I'm taking a walk.

Are you dealing
with Baroness du Tilleul's murder?

Yes.

Well, Bastogne handled the interrogations.

We're handling the official report.

I have a friend
who knows Dany Bastin well.

She thinks he's innocent.

She'll probably be disappointed
because we found his DNA.

How many other people's DNA?

Is that why you're here?

Marjo, he was tricked nine years ago.

And he might fall into another trap.

I thought you weren't a cop anymore.

Hello.

I'm off.

Be careful, Marjo.

Don't rush things.

Shit, was that Peeters?

Yes.

What's he doing here? I thought he'd left.

Me too.

I'd have gone as far away as possible.

Yoann Peeters.

I'm wondering
why I'm not surprised you called.

My colleagues are still saying,
"Peeters? No...

He left. He's no longer a cop.
He's a teacher now."

Ridiculous.

I know you, Peeters.

I knew you'd be back.

It's who you are.

I'm not, Breekpot.

Your colleagues are right.
I'm no longer a cop.

Then why are you here?

I'm helping someone out.

You're not authorized to look at that?

No. Do you have the bolus analyses?

Shit!

Don't worry, I won't say a word.

So,

you'll tell me?

Time of death.

6:17 p.m.

That's precise.

It happened between 6 and 6:30 p.m.
according to her bolus analyses.

But...

It must've broken when she fought back.

And if this woman was precise,
which I believe she was,

you have the exact time.

Not bad.

The murder weapon?

It's nowhere to be found, but I think

it's a meat cleaver, like...

a butcher's knife.

What's that?

A Port-a-Cath.

Meaning?

It's an implantable port

that is placed under the skin
in the chest.

They're placed in patients
undergoing chemotherapy.

Did du Tilleul have cancer?

No.

So why did she have that?

Now that is a good question.

It makes absolutely no sense.

I informed Bastogne about it,
but no one cares.

I tried to reach her doctor, Dr. Lefèvre.

He's the one who placed her Port-a-Cath.

I've left three messages.

He's never called me back.

Which seems rather odd

considering his patient died
under these circumstances.

Yes?

Excuse me, Doctor.

Two inspectors are here to see you.

How can I help you?

You are evidently the doctor
who treated Mrs. du Tilleul,

who died last Thursday.

Yes, that is correct.

But I already spoke to your colleagues.

Yes, I know.

I'm sorry to ask you the same questions,
but there was a scheduling mix-up.

So the thing is, Mrs. du Tilleul...

had jotted down an appointment with you
on Thursday the 18th

at 3 p.m.

And your assistant didn't see
this appointment in your calendar.

That's because
we didn't have an appointment.

You didn't see Mrs. du Tilleul
the day she died?

No.

That's what we thought.

Had it been a while since you'd seen her?

I don't really remember.

I have a lot of patients here in Musso.

Yes, you're the only doctor.

Thank you.

Dear family,

ladies and gentlemen,

it is with deep emotion that you surround
your beloved departed one last time.

May her memory help you gracefully cope

with this separation.

Dear family, ladies and gentlemen,

this ceremony has come to an end.

You OK, sweetie?

I'm fine.

Some of it got in my eye.

Shall we go?

It won't take much work.

We just need to empty it,

use a high-pressure washer on it,

scrub it nice and good, and it'll be fine.

It's just blood. It'll come out.

No, Tino.

Do what you want. It's disgusting.

I won't swim in it.

Seriously?
Who's coming to piss us off now?

Hello.

I'm Inspector Peeters,

Heiderfeld Police.

Sorry to bother you
on this day of mourning,

but I have a few questions.

Can you guys communicate?

I've told this story ten times.

I know,

but I'm from Heiderfeld.

With the police reform,
we've no connection to Musso.

We have no contact.

It won't take long. I promise.

When will we be able to clean up?

It's starting to smell.

We'd like to have the house back.

You were told not to clean?

Well, no, but we thought that...

I don't know. You could've told us.

- You discovered your sister?
- Yes.

Tino and I

were back from Hamburg.
We'd picked up a painting for my sister.

- The burial permit...
- Yes?

You submitted the request?

Yes.

To Dr. Lefèvre?

Yes. Why?

I was just wondering.

Why did you want the body
to be cremated so quickly?

To mourn her, sir.

Yes.

Of course.

Unbelievable! What is it with today?

Hello?

Hello?

Shit, I have no signal. Let me go outside.

I'm going, hold on!

I told you...

3 P.M. APPT. DR. LEFÈVRE

May I ask what you're doing?

- Yes, Breekpot?
- Hi, it's me.

I did some research on du Tilleul.

I dug up some dirt on her doctor,

Dr. Lefèvre.

OK, tell me.

Since he never answered my calls,
I called the Bastogne hospital.

He sees patients there two days a week.

Well, he used to because now...

What?

There's a disciplinary case against him.
He's been suspended.

There's an investigation.
There's no proof yet...

But every time the guy came
to the hospital, things disappeared,

like blood bags, surgical materials,
medication...

Like fentanyl?

Possibly. Why do you say that?

I found empty vials at du Tilleul's.

Do you think the catheter was for that?

I have no idea, but I really hope not.

Fentanyl
is an incredibly strong painkiller.

It's used in surgery.

It's 100 times stronger than morphine.

If this guy was shooting her up with that,

he was fucking poisoning her.

There you go.

All done.

Lie down.

Completely relax.

Close your eyes.

You can sleep if you'd like.

You know your sister
was against this road being built.

And I was the first one against it.

Ranco Route...

They're not good people.

They don't care about protecting nature,
they just want to make a profit,

as we know.

You know, Claudine,

I was always respectful of your sister's
commitment to saving the forest.

It's a noble and important cause
and I understand her decisions.

But, on the other hand,
we have to face the facts.

People are right.

Musso won't survive without this road.

How much will they pay?

Who?

How much will Ranco Route pay
to buy the land?

I don't know exactly.
I'd have to look into it.

Look, Étienne,

let me be frank.

I couldn't care less
about the forest, the wetlands, frogs...

That was Astrid's thing.

It's fine by me if they build this road.

I just want them to pay me good money
for the land.

It'd be great if they could get
those punk freeloaders out my woods too.

Two birds, one stone.

What are we going to do?

Nothing.

But Boris, since she's dead,
they'll kick us out.

We're not moving.

I agree with you, it's just that...

I don't know the asshole who did this,
but he's screwed us over.

I really hope it wasn't one of you.

Du Tilleul was our only ally
against this fucking road.

Now it's us against the world.

So, Mr. Peeters.

Open your mouth.

Head back.

No, it's not inflamed.

Let me take your blood pressure.

Pull up your sleeve.

Did you hear about the woman
found dead in her pool?

Yes.

Horrible.

Did you know her?

No, not really.

So...

140 over 90.

It's a little high,

but you're fine.

Why did you say no?

Wasn't she one of your patients?

Yes, she was. It's true.

A while ago now.

I hadn't seen her in a long time.

Not the day she was murdered?

I beg your pardon?

Mrs. du Tilleul marked down
an appointment with you

for the day she died.

Are you sure you didn't see her?

Who are you?

A friend of Mrs. du Tilleul's.

A friend who's wondering
why you gave her a Port-a-Cath.

Get out!

She was healthy, Doctor.
Why did you give her a Port-a-Cath?

Get out now

or I'll call the police.

I'll leave.

You didn't answer my question.

OK,

Dr. Lefèvre...

So, Mr. Verelst,

anyone biting?

Biting?

On Tinder.

Anyone taking the bait?

No...

Did you put a real photo?

- Well, yeah.
- Classic mistake.

I put a picture of a guy I found online.

Look.

Since then, I get twice as much tail.

Yeah?

And when the women see you in person,

they aren't disappointed?

There's a short period of adjustment.

How we doing on Dr. Lefèvre?

Do you have a mandate for Dr. Lefèvre?

- Don't tell me you don't have a mandate.
- Rudy will write one.

I don't want one from Rudy.

I want a mandate.
I won't work without one.

Looks like it.

What you're doing with all these machines
is surely legal.

That's not the same.

You want me
to violate medical confidentiality.

I don't do that...

- I have my honor.
- Right.

That's what you're known for.

"Alain the geek's honor."

Go on, run your machine.

OK, what do you want to know
about this Dr. Lefèvre?

Everything.

Such as?

His emails, contacts, calendar
and all you can find on Astrid du Tilleul.

And see if he erased any data recently.

You want bacon, egg and cheese,
with all the fixings.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

Come back tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

You found it OK?

Yes, I know the area well.

I often drive by it.

Easy.

Here you go.

It's all there.

His writings and drawings,

what he feels and sees.

Dany jots it down.

You'll understand him better.

Thank you.

- Do you live here?
- Yes.

At the hotel?

Yes.

It's temporary.

Are you in a hurry?

Pardon?

Would you like to get a drink?

There's a bar, right?

Yes.

Shall we?

How long will you stay here?

Until July, in theory.

My ex should be out of the house
on the 1st.

You get to keep the house?

No, we're going to sell it.

Neither one of us wanted to keep it.

Too many bad memories.

I understand.

Break-ups are never easy.

And how's your little girl taking it?

Does she understand?

My little girl?

You were pregnant.

Didn't you have a girl?

I had a miscarriage.

I'm sorry.

- I didn't know.
- No worries.

It happens.

I'm going to go.

- Thanks for the drink.
- You're welcome.

So, it's true?

You're going to help her?

Who?

The shrink.

You're going to work with her?

Why not?

You were done with investigating.

I am, Drummer.

I'm just lending a hand.

You're not ready.

You shouldn't do that.

Does she know you see dead people?

I don't see dead people, Drummer.

I only see you.

It's not the same thing.

Actually, I don't see you.

Have a good evening, Drummer.

Are you OK, Doctor?

- Did I hurt you?
- No.

- Keep going.
- I've almost got it.

I don't know how you managed
to get this splinter in so deep.

I got it!

What is this thing?

Inspector, come take a look.

You were right about Dr. Lefèvre.
He deleted the baroness' appointment

at her home the day of the murder
at 3 p.m.

I knew it.

And that's not all.

While I was on your buddy's computer,
I took a look at his archives.

It's a barrel of laughs.

Look.

He films his patients.

I think he does more than just film them.

A real sicko.

There are dozens like this.

Five years' worth.

Filled with videos.

Click on this one, please.

Keep your eyes closed.

Completely relax.

Take a deep breath.

And you can even sleep if you'd like.

Shit, Peeters. You can't do this.

I know.

You should let him go
and pray he doesn't press charges.

But sir,

that's du Tilleul's doctor.

He feels up his patients and films them.

It doesn't matter!

Peeters isn't a cop anymore.

You can't arrest him
or anyone for that matter.

Technically I didn't, Verelst did.

Yeah.

Let me question him.

What are you doing here?

Who are you?

Why did you erase your appointment
with du Tilleul?

You have no right to question me.

I'm bound by medical confidentiality.

Why did you erase your appointment
with du Tilleul?

I didn't erase any appointments.

Very well.

We can discuss audiovisual media
if you prefer.

It's my understanding you like cinema.

What are you doing?

Am I dreaming?

Are you crazy?

You bastard!

Please, it's not what you think,

Mrs. du Tilleul.

No way...

- You're filming me? You pig!
- No, it's for security.

You bastard!

- No, you're mistaken!
- Are you crazy?

I'd like a lawyer.

You know what you do is called?

Molestation.

Rape.

Poisoning.

With that you'll get 15 years, Spielberg.

And for guys like you in prison...

it rarely goes well.

So if I were you,

I would shut up and collaborate.

Medication.

What?

Medication.

That's what she wanted.

She was blackmailing me.

When she found out about the videos,
she threatened me.

She said she wouldn't press charges,
but...

she made me write her prescriptions.

You gave them to her?

I had no choice.

At first, it was fine.

Shortly after,

she wanted to increase the dose.

She looked it up online.

She demanded products
I had never heard of.

It was a downward spiral.

I was trapped.

On Thursday,

I went to her house to tell her
I was stopping it all.

That it had gone too far.

And at that rate,
it was going to kill her.

I didn't want her to die because of me.

Astrid.

She was in withdrawal.

She insulted and hit me.

You want me to go?

You piece of shit...

You piece of shit!

- You pig!
- Are you crazy?

Get out!

You hit her?

No. Well...

yes.

I only slapped her to defend myself.

She was alive when I left.

She cried and screamed.

Yes.

She was alive.

I don't believe you.

Inspector.

Astrid was killed at 6 p.m.

I read the autopsy report.

I...

When I left her house,
it must've been about 3:30 p.m.

I went back to my office,

and I saw patients the rest of the day.

I can prove
I was seeing a patient at 6 p.m.

I know I have problems.

But I'm not a killer.

You must believe me.

I'll get help, Inspector.

I swear.

I can change.

No one changes, Doctor.

Never.

What?

I didn't say anything.

BANK

I don't see any trace of it in your file.

Denis,

did you open safe number 2589?

Did someone empty
Baroness du Tilleul's safe?

Yes.

Yesterday afternoon.

That safe is locked and sealed.

Sorry,

I didn't know.

Who emptied it?

Mrs. du Tilleul.

That's impossible.

She's dead.

Astrid.

Please.

I ask you one simple thing in this house:

to feed my dog. You can't even do that.

We forgot. I'm sorry.

I paid you 3,000 euros, Claudine.

You're freeloaders.

Let's go.

- Inspector?
- One minute.

It's the Musso bank.
Someone posed as Mrs. du Tilleul

and emptied her account.

Oh shit.

I'll call you back.

Yes, we'll be right there.

Kiwi?

Claudine...

There.

That's her.

She said her name was Mrs. du Tilleul?

Yes.

She even gave us her ID.

Mrs. du Tilleul? Yes...

That's me.

Nice to meet you.

You can call me Astrid.

Claudine?

What are you doing?

Fuck me, Tino.