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Funny, it looks like a pedal boat.

Hey, I have the right of way!

Fuck, warning alerts!

What's the matter?

It's not 9/11! The handbrake doesn't work anymore!

Can I have some coffee?

Get out of this body, Marcel Cerdan!

Are we in heaven?

Ma'am, ma'am, what time are we crashing?

We shouldn't, we've been on the ground for half an hour.

I made the landing then.

With flying colors!

But it's time to go.

I don't know what the hell you put in your coffee.

It didn't settle well with me.

You'll be able to rest in the sun.

I hope so! I have 15 years of time off to make up for.

I'm on vacation now!

Welcome to Guadeloupe!

It was only a dream!

CAPTAIN MARLEAU

THE SLAVE TREE

At least finish the pontoon so I can moor my dinghies.

First you have to pay your bills.

In one week, I promise.

I don't pay my workers with promises.

And I don't make them if I can't honor them!

Mrs. Duplessis?

I can help you with the pontoon if you want.

How? Do you want to lend me money?

No, no, but I'm good with my hands and I've worked construction before.

It's very kind of you.

But stay away from my daughter.

I don't need your permission for that.

Please leave us alone. You don't know what we've been through.

What about me?

You don't care, but you need to know, right?

Are you kidding me?

I can't believe Captain Marleau is in my car!

And I can't believe we're on vacation!

So, how is it being back on the force?

I'm clean as a whistle.

A whistle or a fake used ticket?

No, no more tickets.

I'm a model citizen now.

As long as you don't become boring.

Did you pack a swimsuit?

I'm not into that.

Hair removal's not my thing. I bathe naked. Naked and hairy.

Just make sure you don't catch your death.

The water might be cold, but at least it's clean.

I'll love the place I'm taking you.

-Really? -Yeah.

Océane! Océane!

We're going to be late.

I can't find my cell.

I have it. Look, I installed a great app for you.

It shows the tides lives and...

So you read my texts?

Get in.

You're a pain.

The wind is unstable.

If you don't line up with...

It's just a regatta, not an odyssey.

Why don't you take my spot in the race?

Wait, Océane!

Shit!

She flaked out?

I'm afraid so.

Not cool, I need her.

I feel the same.

What's going on?

Océane dropped out.

Is she sick? Come on, let's not stay here.

-Manu will find a replacement. -Yeah, right!

Manu!

I understand how he feels.

That's no reason to be rude.

-Are you worried about her? -What do you think?

Her musician again?

Yes, Thierry. I'm afraid he's going to make her fall off the wagon.

Maybe she loves that boy. You know how teenagers are.

What would you know?

You've never had any issues with your son.

Why don't you both come over for breakfast tomorrow?

Fine, we'll be there.

What are you doing here?

That's your sister, isn't it?

What are you doing here?

We had a deal, right?

We still do, I'll leave.

-I had a setback, that's all. -When?

I'll be gone by tomorrow, OK?

You should've left five days ago. Five days.

Stop.

It took Django a long time

to play without all his fingers.

Guys, your beers.

Stop.

Captain, this is a gift.

Oh, that's nice!

You're not too homesick?

The country of the settlers? It's not likely.

What are you doing today?

Nothing, zilch, no sports, just like Churchill.

Come on...

Loïc, your wife's annoying me!

You're on your own! Good luck captain, she's a tough cookie!

That's right!

Your itinerary.

You can't come to Guadeloupe without visiting Guadeloupe.

Tourism pollutes, don't you know?

So what's on your list?

National Park of Guadeloupe.

Basse-Terre.

Marie Galante! Get out of this body, Laurence Voulzy!

Your wife's funny, Loïc Souchon!

I'm funny.

What's a cop doing here?

I may have messed up a little.

You were supposed to keep your nose clean.

Your husband's a pain, you know!

Captain Marleau?

Just Marleau, I'm on vacation.

If it's for a selfie, I'm warning you, that pisses me off.

Sergeant Théodore Sempé. Colonel Lebrun sent me.

He needs you for an ongoing case.

It's my fault.

I play cards with them and I told them you were here.

I'm really happy and honored to meet you, Captain.

Well, enjoy, because it won't last.

Hi!

Thanks for coming.

You're welcome. What does the Colonel want?

I must leave for Saint Martin urgently,

with most my staff.

Security at a protest.

I'll be back in 24 hours.

I'll take a protest.

But not with you, bye.

I don't have any investigators on the island at this time.

And I know your work.

You shouldn't listen to gossip. Always check your sources.

I'd rather let you enjoy the sand, the coconut trees.

Right, and it's time for drinks!

I asked the prefect for yor help on an exceptional basis.

What? And how can a prefect cancel my time off?

I'm counting on you to do your duty, Captain.

It's just 24 hours, then you're back on vacation.

-The nerves on him! -As if nothing had happened!

Right, and soon they'll privatize the police force, too!

There'll be a lot of people at the protest.

Always the same people working.

It's been going on for 300 years.

Hi guys, hi girls. So?

Oh fuck...

Thierry Dulac, musician.

He played last night at the Caraïban club.

What are these things coming out of the trunk?

What kind of tree is it?

It's a cheese tree, but here it's called the slave tree.

Rebel slaves were tied up naked

with wet leather straps.

And because of the sun, they would shrink.

So the thorns came out

and dug in the skin of the rebels, right?

That's right.

Fucking disgusting. A French Guantanamo.

Well, what were you rebelling against?

They found him.

-Who? -The man over there.

Captain Marleau, intermittent investigator.

What's that?

It's mounted wood used to carry out rites of vengeance.

Give me a glove.

Don't touch it, it's the spirit of the snake.

This boy was killed by a soucouyant.

Well, you go ahead then. What's a soucouyant?

Someone who made a pact with the devil.

The devil?

He takes off his skin and turns into a fireball.

Do you have fireproof suits?

Don't joke about it, the soucouyant will not forgive you.

Under the kounian, the beach, don't forget that.

Go ahead.

You came home late last night.

You stayed up all night? Still don't trust me?

Of course I do.

Five fruits and vegetables a day should make you feel better.

We're having lunch at your aunt's.

I didn't forget, but I'm exhausted.

You could apologize to Manu.

Already called him.

You can talk to me, you know.

In his fifties, white, shaved head, a mover's physique.

Was he a regular at your tourist bunker?

No, I've never seen him.

Or heard what he said to Thierry Dulac?

No.

Captain.

-What are you doing here? -This is...

Laurent Petit. This is my club, so my clients.

Tell your officers to take it easy.

These people are on vacation.

I too would love to be on vacation with you.

But we have a corpse on our hands,

and he worked here, he's a musician.

Do whatever you think is necessary, Captain.

Once solved, normality will be restored.

Did you know Thierry Dulac well?

No. I'd never spoken to him, but he played well.

I don't know if he was from Barbès, but he had no family on the island.

Do you know where he spent his nights?

No, but I know who he hung out with.

-The Duplessis girl. -The sailor's daughter?

Yeah.

Duplessis is a legend here.

One of few women sailors to have rounded Cape Horn, often alone.

And she trains with who?

She stopped everything two years ago.

Why did she?

I don't know. She dropped everything, just like that.

Hi, Manu.

-What about Océane? -No idea. She got in late again.

Is it true that she apologized?

She left a voicemail.

Nothing else?

Nothing. Don't worry,

I'll go get her and give her a ride.

Great. You're an angel.

Don't wait for me.

Your sister had to go to town, she'll be a little late.

Want a drink?

Is your daughter giving you a hard time?

My boat is easier to handle.

How's the work coming along?

On stand-by for a few days.

Do you have problems with companies?

I'll manage.

I know it's none of my business,

but I could help you finish your sailing club.

You've already offered. I didn't forget.

You'd pay me back when you can.

I'm broke, Pascal. I put everything on the races.

Now I have to deal with it.

Well, to your dreams, Anne.

I'd like...

What I'd like is for my sister to be happy.

Amélie, don't forget the cake.

Yes, ma'am.

Hi.

In town, I ran into Laurent Petit who told me Thierry Dulac died.

What?

He died last night.

Was it an accident?

How should I know?

The cops are looking into it.

I must find Océane before she hears.

If she doesn't already know.

-Do you want me to come with you? -No, it's OK.

Océane, it's mom. I can't reach you,

meet me at home.

Please call back, it's urgent.

I was hoping she'd be relieved to hear the news,

but not so.

Relieved? You must be joking.

Where's Manu?

Meeting up with his cousin, what do you think?

Any pretext to do as little as possible.

Stop it. You're really too hard on him.

And you not enough, we balance each other out!

You're always on his back, waiting for a mistake.

Lucie. He doesn't do anything.

He's a good-for-nothing, that's all!

I disagree.

Can I help you?

Police. Captain Marleau.

I'm looking for Océane Duplessis.

She's out with her cousin.

Cousin, cousin. Making your cousin feel good

will lend you in heaven.

I'll wait for her here.

I'm thirsty! I'd drink a camel.

Make yourself at home.

I don't want to disturb.

Found anything?

Welcome to Guadeloupe.

Emmanuelle, anti-rebel.

Ah! It's water!

I thought sailors drank rum.

Why do you want to see Océane so badly?

Didn't I tell you?

Do you know Thierry Dulac?

He died this morning. You didn't know?

Thierry Dulac?

Dulac, your daughter's boyfriend.

She doesn't have a boyfriend.

Poor thing. Not even a girlfriend?

That's boring.

I thought that if she was with Dulac last night,

maybe she saw something. Oh, it's beautiful!

She was with me.

Really? Well, good for her, that was a close call for her.

Ah, who's calling me?

Captain...

How did he die?

Who?

Thierry Dulac? It's a boring story.

Hello, my prince?

Océane just arrived at the club. I'll tell her you're looking for her.

-Absolutely not. -Alright.

You're a bit of a sucker.

If you want to rub me the right way, I'm warning you, I wax.

Do you have something to hide, or do you want to fool around tonight?

Stop, I don't like to see you cry, let's get out of here.

I need to talk to Antonin.

What difference will it make? You're hurting yourself.

Thierry told you he was quitting, well, he didn't.

-He lied, Océane. -It's not true!

He changed his number so he couldn't be contacted.

So Andy, set up rows... three, four, in a way...

Where are Patrick and Antonin?

No idea,

I'm not even sure they want to sing tonight.

I might have to myself.

So? You love it.

I'm sorry.

Why won't you believe me?

What did she see in this musician?

Ask her yourself.

I guess we shouldn't count on her this afternoon.

For what?

Don't tell me you forgot? You've got to be kidding me.

It was your idea, I told everyone.

Got a smoke?

Yeah, I think so.

Damn, my lighter!

These women are classy.

In the family of the kings of sugar cane I ask for the Duplessis.

It's the five families and the West Indies game, right?

In a manner of speaking.

Why, it's not true maybe?

5% of the population, 100% of the land.

Didn't you leave Guadeloupe?

As a teenager. I came back a year ago after my divorce.

I wanted Océane to discover her roots and this is my home.

Did you ever see Thierry Dulac?

At the Caraïban, or at the sailing school.

Would you talk?

Hello, good evening, banalities.

I see. Why don't you like him?

What makes you say that?

You seem to be struggling to say he was with your daughter.

Look, Captain, my daughter is not well right now.

The divorce was hard on her.

Can't this wait?

No, it can't, I have rum yoga after.

Sounds like someone is coming!

What's going on?

Captain Marleau wants to know...

Where were you last night?

I told you, she was here with me, we spent the evening together.

Let her speak.

Always listen to kids. Parenting 101.

You should!

How rude! I'm going to cut my teeth on her!

Are you happy your mom brought you here?

In Guadeloupe, to show you your roots.

What does it have to do with Thierry?

Dunno, I'm looking.

It is your boyfriend who was killed after all.

-Were you with him last night? -No.

-Where were you then? -She told you.

Yeah, well...

She also said you two weren't dating.

Could that be connected with his death?

Maybe your mom wanted to protect you.

I've been in trouble with the law.

Océane!

Mom, she would've found out anyway.

Maybe not.

Two years ago, I was arrested in Brest

for drug use and possession.

Brest and coconut trees?

What's the connection? Cane sugar pancakes?

No, your colleagues

were relentless on her,

but not the dealer as he was an informant.

That's the link.

That's why cops aren't your thing.

And that you don't want to collaborate. Well, I understand.

So you came back to Guadeloupe

to turn the page, as Nougaro would say.

Yes. So you understand.

Ah, well, I understand.

I understand that to sail solo,

you don't need cops.

Or anyone else.

Kind of like single mothers.

-But... -But?

Making a false testimony...

Stop! I had a date with Thierry last night.

Where? His place?

No, I don't even know where he slept, as if he was ashamed.

Where was the date then?

Market place.

I waited for him, but he never came.

Like Madeleine. Well, he's not coming back.

What did I say?

I'm struggling in this case.

But I'm like you. I know how to navigate in troubled waters.

You moved the car?

Yes, I anticipated. I have a message for you from the colonel.

He'll be back first thing tomorrow morning.

Damn it. I was starting to get attached.

To me?

Well, no, that would be incestuous.

I think the kid's hiding something.

So is her mom.

Let's go.

Océane, please open the door.

Océane, this is enough, open up!

Why did you lie?

-I wanted to keep you out of it. -That wasn't very smart!

Let's go for a little boat ride.

A boat ride

isn't always the solution, Mom!

No wonder!

Look at this place.

That's why she came back.

It's really a tourist thing.

Look at this. A nice port of arrival.

You see, there's something that bothers me here.

The port of entry.

And over there is the door of no return.

Fuck, Manu, you were right!

"In honor of the first settlers who landed on this beach in 1635."

More like the first slavers!

Manu, what the hell are you doing?

-We can't get caught. -What's the worst that could happen?

How is it going, loose brothers?

So, the night your friend was killed,

he was seen at the bar.

He was talking to some shady guy.

Did you know him?

We don't know, we were setting up.

Do you agree, Antonin Richardson?

I'm Desfontaine, he's Antonin Richardson.

Same, you have the same shirts.

Did he say anything to you after the bar?

No? I don't know, did he look happy, unhappy, scared?

-Neither. -Yeah, neither.

Neither...

Are you really going to play?

We haven't even buried him yet.

Might as well go home.

We need the work.

And we barely knew him.

He got here like two months ago.

Yeah, looking for work.

We needed a lead guitar.

Let's look for a clue. Is that his guitar?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

What's in here?

Look at this.

What is it?

It's an empty envelope.

-Are you interested? -No really.

What do you do at night

after you're done playing?

We have drinks or smoke a blunt on the beach.

Well, it's not forbidden.

If only it wasn't.

Who did you smoke with last night?

With him, with his girlfriend?

We didn't see Océane.

We saw nothing, we heard nothing. That's enough!

Stop messing around. Which one of you killed him?

Just kidding.

Still, watch out.

If you don't help me, I'll take you in.

That's not great for getting girls.

Wanna know where Thierry lived?

T. Dulac, born in Créteil in 1999,

of unknown father.

Childhood in a level 1 city.

Mother deceased in their apartment building fire in 2016.

Ordinary misery.

Are you a sociologist now? You're the Bourdieu of Guadeloupe.

You're so fucking amazing.

Crazy.

Isn't that Duplessis' car?

Let's check it out.

What a mess!

What's that?

Anyone here?

Damn!

Come check this out.

Was your room that bad? Worse?

Oh, Mrs. Duplessis!

I'd hate to see you on the highway and cut you off.

What go into you

to turn this place upside down?

It was already like that.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to get to know my daughter's boyfriend better.

She doesn't have his address but you do.

I followed him once or twice.

He's a former drug addict, so I wasn't reassured.

And I was right, look what I found.

Oh, weed!

Wanna try the merchandise?

Kidding!

It's weird though.

-Why wasn't that stolen? -They came for something else.

He's amazing. He just is.

What were they looking for then?

Not the TV. That's an expensive guitar.

So...

Maybe a checkbook.

Check this out, buddy.

-Rings a bell? -No...

From Mrs. Duplessis' house!

Your old family photo, the kid is the same one on it.

I never knew who it was.

A nice black girl like that in front of white stains.

Weird coincidence.

Maybe Dulac had ulterior motives

for dating your daughter.

What do you think? Yeah...

No?

I don't know.

She's not here?

Mrs. Duplessis?

-Mrs. Duplessis? -Yes!

Come here.

Théodore and I had an idea.

Look at this.

Who's that lady?

Mom.

So this is your daughter's granny.

-Yes. -OK.

-And that man? -My dad.

I see. What about him?

My uncle, Octave.

Maybe they know who she is.

Where are they now?

My parents are dead, and buried.

Octave cut ties with the family years ago.

Shit.

But my sister can help.

She's stayed here.

The one with... OK, thanks.

Sir.

My grandparents then turned to a different rum.

An agricultural rum made from pure cane juice.

Fermented, it arrives through this column

where it discharges its alcoholic vapors.

With our research, we've developed an evapo-concentration process.

And with the vapor obtained, we make a 100% natural fertilizer

which will then be used in sugar cane fields.

You came in late,

the tour is almost over.

I wasn't told, ma'am.

You're not a child anymore!

You can say that again.

Captain Marleau, police.

I'll meet you guys up front, if you don't mind.

I have a question for you.

I'd like to know if you know who this is

on this beautiful picture.

Can I ask why?

No. I'm investigating a murder.

I'd like to know why Mr. Dulac came to Guadeloupe.

A connection to his death?

Come on, you're not a child anymore. What do you think?

Sorry, I never knew who this young lady was.

Funny, neither did your sister.

Did you ever ask your mom who she was?

Because she seems to like the kid! A slave?

There'd been none for a long time.

I see, no more slaves!

Amnesty International will be happy!

If she's not a slave, was she a maid? Same thing.

My parents and grandparents were open-minded.

I probably lacked curiosity.

But no denial.

What's this old map? Are these your plantations?

Yes, until the middle of the 20th century.

After that it shrank quite a bit, what a shame.

So sad...

Don't be bitter, I'm sure there's some left.

I'm not bitter, it's life.

Ah yes, life. The law of the strongest, the strongest woman.

You're in charge now?

With my husband, Pascal.

He's on the field, I'm in charge of coms

and public relations. We do what we need to.

Damn it, Mathieu! You're not licensed for the forklift!

How many times do I need to say it?

I know we're behind, but that's no reason.

-Who's that? -Pascal Philippon.

Hurry up.

If you get hurt, I'll take the blame.

If you want to use it, get a license from the office.

I'll be damned. Big white boss who barks and belittles.

Not much has changed in the end.

Workers are free now.

Free and paid. It makes a difference.

And the Philippons aren't bad bosses.

Yeah, you're right. The workers are free.

Free not to be exploited, right?

Are there any good bosses?

My brother worked here. When his wife gave birth,

Lucie Philippon gave him paternity leave.

It's unusual around here.

I see.

Thanks boss, thanks boss!

What a pleasure to work for you.

We're happy as hell.

What the hell?

Thanks, boss!

Good evening, Captain Marleau.

Good evening, Captain.

I watched the area several times.

No sign of Océane Duplessis.

I knew she was lying.

She either saw something that scared her,

or... fuck, call the coroner, tell her to meet me at forensics.

It's late, if we wait...

OK.

Carotid artery sliced in one stroke.

Yes, with a fine, sharp blade. I read your report.

He had no chance.

Maybe he got it in a fight,

a random hit, right?

Negative. There's no evidence of a fight.

So did he just

let himself be killed without fighting back?

I think it went very fast.

His attacker grabbed his neck,

and sliced it at the same time.

How did you do that?

Easy, it's like bleeding a rabbit.

Fine, but can a kid girl

kill a big rabbit like him?

Captain, I'm 5'5".

You don't look like it. And?

I could've sliced your throat.

Especially if you were high.

It does make people paranoid and aggressive.

Yeah, that's true. Crack, not weed.

So, my big rabbit,

what did you do to deserve this?

They really didn't like you.

He's not going to answer. Anything else, doctor?

Yeah, I wanted to give you an additional report.

The body was moved.

Because the injuries caused by the thorns of the cheese tree

are subsequent to the death.

You mean whoever brought him to the tree...

Isn't necessarily the one who killed him.

I rest my case.

You attract investigations like others attract trouble.

Whose fault is that? I usually attract flies.

It's no longer your problem, the cavalry's coming back.

Magali!

What is it?

Do you know a guy named Mr. Soucouyant?

-Who told you about that? -The guy who found the corpse.

A soucouyant is someone who wants revenge.

He makes a pact with the devil

and transforms himself to accomplish his task.

You believe in that crap?

Here, in the face of evil forces, we rely on the quimboiseur.

What's that?

The witch doctor, he connects the visible to the invisible.

He predicts the future and heals.

Here, this cancels the curse.

Who gave you this?

My grandfather practiced quimbois.

Well, my grandfather danced a bit when he came home drunk from the bar.

Keep it. I'm not superstitious, it's bad luck.

As you wish.

-Good evening. -Hi!

You turned off your phone, I couldn't reach you.

I have news. I thought

you'd like to hear it before the colonel.

Let's talk in private. So?

Ange Peretti, the guy Dulac tangled with the night of the murder.

The bartender recognized him.

He's a Corsican living in Saint-Martin

involved in all kinds of trade.

Gambling, drugs, prostitution.

He was in prison for ten years.

So he's a sex slaver.

I'll get him. Put out an APB on him.

Call the Loose Brothers back in.

-The musicians? -Yeah.

Because if the Corsican he came from Saint-Martin

to kill Dulac,

he asked around for him.

-And? -Aside from Duplessis' daughter

and the bollock brothers, he didn't hang out with anyone else.

There's something else. We received the lab results.

The mounted wood had a mixture with snake head.

It's called a snake potion.

So this murder could also be a ritual revenge.

So it might be someone from the area.

Goodbye the Corsican.

So the APB...

Put it out, let's not spoil the fun.

Well, I won't keep you, I'm against sexual harassment.

I'm going to bed. Close the door on your way out.

There you are.

Done working.

Want a drink?

Sure.

A homemade cocktail.

-Tell us what you think. -Definitely.

What are you doing?

There's nothing about the case.

Turn it off, the news dulls your mind.

Your finals are in a week.

Thanks, I didn't know!

Where have you been?

Studying with friends.

Is that so?

Weren't you rather breaking a memorial plaque?

That was on the news.

It sure wouldn't have been you!

Manu, if you fail your finals,

you'll study in France next year, OK?

Then you'll learn what it means to study!

You're pissing me off! Shit!

What's the matter now?

I'm just trying to teach him that things have a price.

We've been to laxed on him.

Your sister knows how to handle her child.

What are you talking about? Her daughter's a drug addict!

Was, not anymore!

Because she knew what to do.

Sure, she can't do anything wrong.

And even when she commits a crime, it's the perfect crime!

Good evening.

They say the killer always returns to the crime scene.

With a little luck you'll run into him.

What do you want?

I wanted to see you.

I went by your place, I saw you leaving.

What are you doing here?

Morbid curiosity.

No doubt.

I always saw him as a threat.

But I see everything as a threat.

-Even me? -I have to go.

Please stop. We can't.

Because of Lucie? You know her and I...

You still have a chance.

We still have a chance.

We're too different!

Anne, I can change!

Only my daughter matters right now.

Homemade coffee.

I prefer tea...

Sorry, can you hold this?

It's the colonel.

What is it, Colonel?

You're not coming back? Good.

I mean darn it!

OK, have a nice day!

Dumbass.

I'll try it anyway.

Back to work, see you later!

POLICE STATION

OFFICE TWO

Try again! Go, go, go!

How are you?

Hi, honey.

Did you forget something?

Yes, I forgot to kiss Gertie.

And finish my little investigation.

And Colonel Lebrun?

Screw him.

He's stuck in Saint-Martin.

They're still protesting.

Why is she here?

I called her in, thanks to one of your hypotheses.

Which one?

Océane Duplessis killed Dulac

over drugs

and her mom made it look like a ritual revenge.

If you listen to all my bullshit, good luck!

Hi.

I should've listened to my mother's advice and leave.

What's that now?

Girls can make their own choices, right Gertie?

But don't change the subject.

You're only here as a witness.

You'll help us understand who the victim was.

See what I mean?

Because we did find a kilo of weed at his place.

I don't believe you.

Or maybe he just needed money.

Like a weed savings plan?

I hear you tried to call him several times

the night he died

and the following day.

I told you I hadn't seen him.

True.

But that doesn't prove anything, does it?

You could've called him

and call him afterwards

to throw us off track.

I thought I was just a witness! Am I a suspect now?

Of course not.

You're a witness, but a lying witness.

Since you weren't on market place.

How could you lie in front of Gertie Archimède?

I didn't want to tell my mother.

I took her boat to get some fresh air.

You can check.

Good idea, we'll check.

Look at this.

See that girl?

She worked for your family in the 1970s.

We found this picture at Thierry's place.

Funny coincidence, isn't it?

How did you meet Thierry? By chance, too?

We met at the Caraïban. He was looking for letters.

What kind of letters?

Letters our grandmothers exchanged.

Mine helped his to leave Guadeloupe.

He just wanted to know what happened.

So what happened?

I don't know.

I found them in my attic and gave them to him.

See, nothing to do with drugs.

Didn't tell Mom?

No.

You're really not nice to her!

She should trust me. She doesn't need to know everything.

What was Thierry's grandmother's name?

Firmine Dulac.

Firmine Dulac, OK. What were the letters about?

I didn't read them.

It's his story, not mine.

How would you know if you haven't read them?

Maybe he just had a bad encounter.

Yeah, maybe.

I don't know, what do you think?

Tourists think it's paradise here, but it's like everywhere else.

Well, yeah, it's shit.

Captain?

Your colleague in Brest inquired about the dealer

who supplied Océane two years ago.

That's his report.

Show me.

Wow! Broken nose, one week off from work...

They never found his attacker.

Attacker guy, or lady...

Oh yeah... It's a job, you know.

Stop fucking with me, and don't look so sorry.

What do you mean?

That all this trouble suits you!

Look, Anne...

You want me to screw up to get my beach house.

If you continue to imply that...

No, you listen.

Whether you like it or not, I'll complete the project.

Go right ahead then.

Press charges against me

if you like to think you have enemies.

-Captain... -Hello.

Cold... That's under water.

Very observant!

Maybe you do have enemies.

You think so?

There we go.

Where was your daughter taking your boat?

What do you mean?

She took your boat out

the night of the murder.

She said that?

No, master's office. Vigilant sailor.

Does she often sail alone

at night?

I don't think so.

Looks like you need me now.

Well, unless you're guilty, of course.

Not to jump subjects, but...

Your daughter's dealer in Brest

took quite a beating it seems!

You're quite a fighter.

And smart, too, because your daughter's alibi

for the crime is a good one for you as well, isn't it?

You're way off the mark.

So you confirm

you didn't turn Dulac's place upside down?

I do.

Let's assume you didn't.

Let's,

but let's imagine that you did.

What would you be looking for?

It's weird.

You know, Dulac flirted with your daughter,

but he was really after your family.

Do you remember the picture I found at his place?

That was his grandma, Firmine Dulac!

Your grandma helped her

leave Guadeloupe, God knows why.

I didn't know that.

So you were looking for letters?

What letters?

A big pile of letters.

It was at his house, but it's gone.

What are you talking about?

You didn't know?

No, I didn't.

Shake, shake, shake!

Captain...

I ran a bar.

I'd blast ACDC so the clients

wouldn't bother me.

Because they can talk, you know?

So look, when you use a shaker,

don't use your arms,

use your wrists. May I?

Please, I love wrist widows.

Classy!

There!

It's dizzying!

Is it for you?

Oh no, for you. When I catch the culprit.

I'll remember that, Captain!

You've found a way to make me talk.

You haven't seen anything yet. Look.

It would actually suit you if she was out of the picture.

I have nothing against her.

You've been pushing me towards her!

No, her daughter!

Same thing!

Listen... I'm a fan of hers, and as she's in a bind

I offered to buy her beach.

Except that a beach doesn't belong to anyone.

So of course,

Mrs. Duplessis made you leave, right?

Right, that woman wants to solve her own problems.

She doesn't need anyone.

Women don't need guys to solve their problems.

How far would Mrs. Duplessis go

for her daughter, for her family?

If Dulac was a threat for example?

Do you think she could've...

Could you? Not with me, of course!

I don't want to say bad things about people for free.

It's a shame, too, I could gain from it.

But I can't.

Tell me, between us,

was Dulac's skin the right color

for a Duplessis?

They're not like that at all!

Anne doesn't care what color you are.

Like her nephew, she wants to give slave descendants their land back.

It is true then!

What is?

You can't badmouth people.

I gave you a chance to implicate Mrs. Duplessis,

but you didn't. It was your last chance. Goodbye!

With that said, with that said...

Something's not right between the mom and the daughter.

What?

When Océane learned of Thierry's death,

you'd think she'd run into her mother's arms.

No, on the contrary.

Anne was the last person she wanted to talk to.

And who was the first one? Her cousin, Manu?

Not Manu. Antonin.

Artaud if you can hear us.

Ma'am, ma'am...

What is it, sir?

This is for you.

It's from the quimboiseur.

He found it the night of the crime next to the cheese maker.

Do you have a smoke, too?

No, I don't smoke, sorry.

Too bad, thanks.

Where did you want to go the night he died?

We planned on leaving together.

That's his shirt!

Mom, what did you do?

Did you lose your brother?

Good, you can think for yourself.

Let me show you something.

So... Do you remember him now?

Yes, I vaguely saw him with Thierry.

Only vaguely?

You can talk, you know? It'll stay between us.

He bought us a drink once...

Once? He doesn't look like the type.

Why is he on the island?

He came to find a job in a plantation, but apart from that...

Your friend doesn't know either?

Where is he anyway?

He left after a show and I haven't heard from him.

Darn it.

Just when we needed him.

He's not my buddy, you know.

We look like it, but it's for the public.

Speaking of which, Duplessis' daughter was looking

for Antonin yesterday. Do you know why?

You don't? What a shame.

Is your buddy a dealer, by any chance?

Not at all.

Not at all? He looked like one to me.

I think he was interested in this, too.

Odd, isn't it?

If your buddy was involved in Thierry's death,

it'll end up being bad for you.

So?

Fine, I saw him exchanging something with that guy.

What was it?

I don't know, I was too far. This is just between us, right?

-Nothing from me. -I'm counting on you.

It's not my thing.

You can go, I won't keep you.

Not yet. Bye!

Antonin was doing business with Peretti.

Since Océane was looking for Antonin...

Things are starting to make sense.

She's hiding something.

Well...

Sweetheart.

Océane.

Océane?

Damn it! Océane?

Antonin.

How did you know I'd be here?

Thierry told me he stayed here for a bit.

You were the only one who cared.

The others don't seem to care he's dead.

That's true. It's not fair.

We'd planned to leave for the Dominican Republic.

It won't comfort you, but... you'll feel better.

Thanks.

Do the cops know who killed him?

I don't know about the cops.

Do you?

I just want to go, I'm sick of the island.

-Want me to take you? -Could you? As far as possible.

You got money?

No...

It's OK, we'll manage.

Thanks.

Anyone here?

Anyone home?

I'm going in anyway.

Can you? It's locked.

Get out of this body, Mr. Soucouyant,

My mother drinks in hell.

Great...

Damn, she took the photo.

Océane!

Océane!

Océane?

Océane?

This house creeps me out.

Bad vibes.

She's not here.

What's that smell?

It stinks, doesn't it?

Look at this!

Think that's where they used to burn brown slaves?

I bet.

Does that musician's Hawaiian shirt look familiar to you?

Manu!

Have you seen Océane?

No. Stop coming to me as soon as there's an issue with her.

You're always together.

Not since Thierry showed up.

I know you did your best, Manu.

She used to be on my side.

I really thought she'd fit in.

Did she ever tell you about Thierry's grandmother?

Why would she?

This might be her.

You don't want to keep it?

That girl could be Dulac's grandmother.

Mom helped her leave Guadeloupe.

That's news to me.

There were letters, too.

The cop thinks I'm hiding them

and that Dulac had a grudge against us.

What letters?

I don't know. But it mattered to Thierry. And to Océane, too.

You mean that cop suspects you of killing him?

Because he was mad at our family? She really doesn't get you!

What do you mean?

You don't care about family.

That's not true!

If Pascal and I hadn't been here when Mom and Dad died,

what would've been left of their work?

You were too busy showing off between Tasmania and Cape Horn.

We were wondering why you even came back.

What happened with that girl?

I don't know, we weren't even born!

Was she mistreated?

-Certainly not. -Mom.

Océane is missing.

Forget it, Manu.

I need to call the crazy cop.

Who said my name? How are you, Mrs. Duplessis?

What's the rush?

You left your house open!

The little bird took off again?

She took all of her stuff. I have no idea where she is.

So you thought:

"Desert Storm Operation, help me Captain Marleau."

Is that it?

I'm sorry, Captain, I thought I could handle it on my own.

I didn't want her to be involved and go back to jail.

It was a nightmare last time.

Well, I forgive you. We're not in confession.

So be it. I wanted to ask you something,

do you know a guy by the name of Antonin Richardson?

No. Who is he?

A musician, but with a side gig, I think.

-You don't know him? -No.

What about you, Mrs. Lucie?

Do you know a guy by the name of Antonin Richardson?

Doesn't ring a bell?

Darn it. What about Ange Peretti?

You know him?

He's a Corsican from Saint-Martin with blue eyes

who works on a plantation.

Peretti, I do.

My husband hired him on a trial basis on a harvester.

When we learned he had a record, we didn't follow up.

Straight to the double punishment.

That's not very charitable...

But if he worked for you,

maybe you ran into him, by chance.

Maybe you even asked him for a favor.

Why would she? What are you implying?

I'm not, I'm explaining!

Can you go insinuate elsewhere?

I'm talking to your sister. So, Peretti?

I don't know him.

What about this?

What is it? Oh, a piece of shirt!

Do you just use it for cooking,

or is it Dulac's?

You should keep an eye on your oven when it's on!

Someone dropped it off.

Océane saw it. She thinks I killed him.

Fine, I didn't like them being together!

I came back to Guadeloupe to protect her

and I messed up, but I'm no murderer.

Why did you try to get rid of an exhibit then?

I panicked!

Rightfully so!

I'll send out an APB on your daughter.

Thank you.

You're welcome. Ah!

Maybe someone wanted you to freak you out with the shirt.

Or frame you.

People are malicious...

It's disgusting.

And maybe it's the same person

who busted your boat.

What a shitty world. What a shitty world!

So, what's new?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Captain.

Someone matching Ange Peretti's description

was seen in a hotel near the flying club.

-Where is it? -20 minutes from here.

Call for backup, we can't let him take off.

Thanks, hon.

All units, Peretti was seen by the flying club.

I repeat: Peretti was seen by the flying club. Send backup.

Yes. 30,000 euros.

I'll let her go once I get the money.

Pascal!

Pascal!

What is it?

I need your help, 30,000 euros.

It's for a ransom.

Hold on, a ransom?

They've kidnapped Océane.

Who?

I don't know! Can you help me?

Of course I can. Calm down!

I'll call my bank. We'll figure it out,

but shouldn't you call the cops?

Will you help me or not? Do you trust me?

What about your promises?

I'll call the bank.

OK, call them.

I'm so stupid! She's in a boat cabin.

What are you doing? Wait for me!

Come on!

The audition for Scarface is that way.

Make him rehearse the scene with the questioning,

act 2, scene 3.

Got his file?

Yes, right there.

What about Peretti's?

This isn't a public enemy number 1 file!

Since he came out of prison, we have nothing on him.

Sure we do,

I'll find a bunch!

You can't, it's expense report from the brigade.

Mr. and Mrs. You Can't have a daughter: it's not me.

That's funny.

Now that's a file!

Let's play.

Ah, Pyrrhus, you've been waiting too long!

He owed me money.

Why?

Drugs.

So you killed him to get him to pay?

You're not very bright!

Look, I didn't kill that guy.

I just wanted to shake him up a bit.

You didn't kill him...

How did Antonin get involved?

Don't know him.

I see...

So...

It seems you made some enemies

while you were in the hole.

OK. Huh...

Antonin provided the drugs.

He told me Dulac would try to screw me over.

Happy now?

-Dulac. -Dulac.

Look, I believe you.

But my colleagues are a bit... By the book, you know?

And given your thick file,

if you don't talk, I'll have a feeling you'll be on the first plane

back to Marseille.

So tell me where Antonin is.

No? That's OK, we'll figure it out.

It's a small island.

If we found you, we'll find him.

Fine. He squats a boat at the Saint François marina.

It's usually here, but it left at 3 p.m.

You're not the first one

to ask.

Who else did?

Mrs. Duplessis.

She called all the marinas to find out who left and when.

I don't like this. Can you call the coast guard?

Antonin? Antonin?

I don't feel well. Open up!

That asshole is going to capsize. He's heading to the shallows.

They found the boat.

-That one? -Yes.

-OK. -But there was nobody on board.

But they did get a body out of the water.

Damn... Thank you.

-Hi, Doctor. -Hi.

So?

A violent blow to the head, but that's not what killed him.

How did he die then?

Acute asphyxia by bronchoalveolar flooding.

What is that? Ah, by drowning?

But I have the killer.

You're so good. So who is it?

Sea water.

It's unforgiving.

-Why? -Very strong.

Not like fresh water.

This causes damage to the alveolar-capillary membrane.

Ah, that's disgusting.

I won't bathe in the sea anymore.

Did you see Marleau get in?

No, I saw...

What's this?

Captain?

Captain?

Over here.

Any news on Océane?

I don't know. Either she drowned...

-Or... -Or someone took her.

Who knows?

My name's not Marleau if I don't...

There you go!

How much coke do you think this is?

Oh, the pretties!

Well, old letters.

1975, Paris.

Damn, they still wrote with a feather.

You sailed like a champ.

Like mother like daughter, huh?

Without your app, I never would've avoided the shallows.

Go to your room.

Hi!

"Have you heard from Octave?

"Did he ask where I was?

"I dream about him coming to me,

"but time goes by, and it's for the best."

Who are you?

Captain Soukounio. Spectral police.

Did you hear about a murder?

A guy named Dulac?

No. I'm not interested in the news. Dulac, you say?

Dulac. Like Firmine.

I was engaged to a rich heiress in Fort de France,

but it was only for financial reasons.

Right, but you liked Firmine, is that it?

When I told my parents,

they acted like it was the end of the world.

They knew Firmine, they liked her,

saw her grow up,

but there was no way

she was getting to daddy's son.

-Or even get pregnant by him, right? -What are you talking about?

Firmine had a girl in 1973.

That's impossible.

It's written in here.

I didn't know.

Others did apparently.

That's why Firmine freaked out.

She hid, then left Guadeloupe.

To protect the baby.

You've never tried to see her again?

She would've kicked me out.

That's not what she wrote.

That's what I thought anyway. She would've been right.

My father always told me

that if I wanted to remain a Duplessis,

I had to give Firmine up.

He said it was for my own good. Yeah, right!

I was 20 years old.

For your own good... What about Firmine's "own good"?

Marriage is not like rum,

it's not better arranged.

But you wanted a rich girl,

the heiress of Fort de France, how classy!

I put an end to the financial alliance after two years.

I couldn't stand how they reacted.

I cut ties with the entire family and left.

I live differently now.

Everyone calls me Mr. Octave here.

And I'm fine with it.

Nice emotional sequence, go ahead and cry.

Because Firmine didn't cry a river,

but a tsunami.

So the boy who died was...

Your grandson.

I think he came to see me.

-Hello -Hello.

-Hello. -I'm sorry, I was about to close.

I just came to see

if you had work.

Like?

I don't know, like repairing bikes.

Bookkeeping, anything.

It was him, I'm sure of it.

Mrs. Duplessis?

What a downpour! I need to talk to Océane.

No, please, she needs to rest.

You tell me then.

How did Antonin die?

And why did we find all these letters

on his boat?

I don't know, I didn't know him.

He took my daughter and...

You went after her alone?

Can you sail?

No more than everyone else.

Enough joking around.

What's your favorite song?

"Don't need anyone"?

I like Véronique Sanson, but I prefer "My odd life".

She's in her room.

Ah, thanks.

Captain.

Can I see these letters?

What letters?

He attacked me, I defended myself.

But he was so high that he fell in the water.

It's not your fault that jerk attacked you.

Why did you run away afterward?

You got yourself in trouble,

that was dumb of you.

He was Thierry's friend. I trusted him.

I'll take your word on that.

What's the deal

with all these damn letters?

Why is everyone looking for them?

I don't know how Antonin got them.

But you know what was in them.

You knew it was proof that your boyfriend

was a Duplessis, too.

I don't care, we were in love.

In love, in love...

He hadn't planned on falling in love with you.

What did he want with your family?

Nothing.

Damn, you're a pain in the ass!

Tell me, we don't have all year.

Tell me! Mark your territory!

What was it about?

Did he want his share of the inheritance?

I told him to leave it alone, we didn't need it.

Maybe not you, but he did.

Is that what scared you?

Yeah, I'm right.

"Have kids" they said...

We have to stop, Pascal. The sea wore me out,

I had to settle down. But not like this.

I can't betray Lucie.

Don't worry, I'll graduate with honors!

Can you rebel outside?

I'm working here.

We'll talk again in two, no ten years

and we'll see if it helped any, OK?

Family joys?

My dad and I don't have the same priorities.

He says I defend black rights more than my own future.

You're the activist in the house.

You know, not everyone is Cédric Herrou.

Your folks aren't going to give their land

to those who worked on it.

That wouldn't be realistic.

But the state should compensate them.

That's pretty smart.

Buying a good conscience at the expense of the princess.

Does it work?

We're working on it.

How's your investigation going?

Working on it. We found your cousin.

Awesome! Is she home?

Need to talk to her? Go see her.

How are you, Mr. Filippot? I have a question for you.

How come is your sister-in-law broke

while your wife's not?

Was there a problem with the inheritance?

Anne received

as much as my wife, if that's what you mean.

But her love for the sea ate it all up.

Can I get you anything?

I don't suppose you have any beer. I don't know, at random, rum.

When she moved back here,

Anne was broke. The old house was all she had left.

I see.

So she got a dumb,

and you got everything else:

the land, the distillery.

I hear it pays well!

She never thought it was unfair.

So to get it right,

he shouldn't have tried to blackmail Mrs. Duplessis.

Apparently not.

Apparently not at all.

Everyone here knows she's broke.

So why ask her for 30,000 euros?

That's kind of dumb...

Is that why you're here?

About the kidnapping?

I've been stupid.

The kidnapper must've thought:

Mrs. Duplessis family

will help her pay!

Makes sense, right?

No? You look enigmatic.

Do you want a light? Hold on.

I found a beautiful lighter on the ground,

in the parking lot next to your car.

Not mine.

It's not? OK...

Before I met her, I always heard about Anne

being unmanageable.

Someone selfish

who only cares about her passion.

And in reality, I discovered a woman

who loved her daughter above all else.

What about you? How much did she love you?

Excuse me?

How much does she love you?

Did I ask you?

No, you're not a cop. But I am!

So I sneak, I observe, I listen.

I heard you on the phone:

kiss, kiss. There's even someone who saw you.

Not far from the crime scene. The next day, in fact.

So, maybe you don't give her infinity pools,

plants and movie tickets at 50% off,

maybe your idea was to give her a service.

Like asking a Corsican to remove Dulac.

Possible?

I think it's Manu's, I'll give it back to him.

It's an exhibit. No such thing here.

Found them! Is that what you wanted?

You story with drugs was a lie, wasn't it?

You paid Antonin to steal these beautiful letters

from Thierry, right?

Prove it.

OK. Want a hit?

I have some magical powder here.

All you have to do is pour it on

and we get Antonin's fingerprints.

See? You're a vigilant thug, but not vigilant enough.

Théo, can you bring Antonin, please?

Antonin? The guy who...

Yes, the guy who...

Yes, Captain.

Hold on a minute!

What? Don't tell me you're afraid of him!

You want my help? Start talking then.

Tell me what you said to Dulac

at the bar before he was killed.

I wanted him to leave.

He fell in love, so he obviously didn't want to.

Dumb, young love.

Why did you want him to leave?

Family secret?

What do you care? It's not your family.

So you hired Antonin,

but who hired you?

I'll sell my house and return to Paris with Océane.

After the mess you made

by coming back here?

What exactly are you accusing me of?

I saw what was going on between you and Pascal.

He wanted to help me. And he thought he was in love.

-What about you? -I was lost, I was alone.

You're mean to him.

Despite his flaws, I think he's sweet.

He didn't cheat on you.

He's worked hard all these years

to protect our name because he loves you.

What does she want now?

What's up?

Am I imposing?

You have style. We can't deny you that.

You don't choose your moments You don't choose your family

Like your uncle Octave, for example.

Did you know he had a kid with Firmine Dulac?

-What are you talking about? -Just like a soap opera!

In our family, no one would've stooped so low

as to sleep with a maid!

Stoop? That's classy. Not a popular opinion, though.

Because using bad words, speaking badly, is vulgar.

But you're first class!

I wonder what uncle Octave would think?

After all, the victim

was his grandson.

Come here, sir!

You were afraid he'd claim his inheritance share!

Not at all!

For what's left of the inheritance!

That's why some cling to what's left.

What's left is a land everyone thought was uncultivated.

But Pascal and I saved it.

Not with your hands, Lucie!

Show me your hands.

They are pretty!

My grandma called them lazy hands.

And who are dirty hands for?

For servants, for dirty work, right?

What dirty work? Octave, she's delirious!

Was Thierry delirious, too?

I saw him, so don't try to tell me

he didn't come to you!

Fine, he came to see me.

He told me his story and...

I told him he only needed to ask

if he needed anything.

-You could've told me. -Me too.

We hadn't heard from you in years!

That was convenient for you.

And cut! That was a good one, we got everything we needed.

Théo, pack it up, we're done.

You can go, sir.

One way to Fort de France, please.

My sister's right, you're completely nuts!

Of course, I'm a cop!

Do you have any proof?

No, I left my card in Roubaix.

But I have a statement from the Corsican, Mr. Peretti.

And that's a good start.

I just asked him to scare Thierry,

there was never any question of killing him! I swear!

I never asked him to commit murder!

Things must've gotten out of hand!

I see, and he happened to place your son's lighter

at the crime scene

to throw us off track?

Leave her alone!

You really think my mother could've ordered a murder?

Why? Could you have?

Manu has nothing to hide! This lighter proves nothing.

In any case, the one who gave me the lighter

didn't want to expose the culprit.

I don't know why. Maybe to avoid alienating his community?

But you're right, it's not proof.

See!

On the other hand, this is a serious testimony.

Let me speak to Peretti, you'll see that Manu has nothing...

No need, right Manu?

It's not easy thing,

having someone's death on your conscience like that.

It's not easy. But you know, mobsters

find it hard, too!

They do stupid things to defend their families.

A bit like your mom, actually!

So, inevitably, when Dulac arrived

and came here to defend his grandmother,

who was threatened by the Duplessis.

That was 50 years ago!

So? That's not that long. I'm 50!

A hidden fault is never forgiven.

And he was going to make you pay for it!

One day, at the club,

I saw him with mom.

Stop! I'm begging you!

He told her about Firmine, who had been through hell.

Their life of misery in France.

Firmine's daughter who'd never met her father.

I could see his hatred.

You worked so hard.

You never looked down on anyone.

So you didn't want her to pay for your ancestors?

He couldn't just leave!

He wanted to ruin us!

He accused you of hiding the truth, to protect the name,

the honor, the brand of Duplessis.

People would've turned their back on you,

that's how it is today.

Manu?

What happened?

Or he would've blackmailed you.

The distillery against his silence.

He's certainly

going to shut his big mouth now!

That's why you sent your Corsican angel?

To fix things up?

You didn't do that, did you?

The Corsican just moved the body.

To blame the evil soucouyant.

Then he sent Antonin to get the letters.

How did the shirt end up at my place?

It was a way to make you leave.

She wanted to keep her husband to herself.

Left! Left! Left!

Left! Left! Everyone in a cell!

Well, Adolphe Thiers is back,

all is quiet in Saint-Martin?

Right! But I got updates!

Pascal Philippon already hired a team of lawyers.

Things will heat up!

You can go back to vacation now.

No, I have one more thing to do.

That's mine.

What do you think of this cemetery?

It doesn't engender melancholy.

No. It's a killer.

Black and white. It doesn't make you want to spit on graves.

What kind of corpses are here?

Everything. Blacks, whites, peasants,

plantation owners, assholes, good guys...

But I'd like to be buried here.

I understand, maggots

don't care about social standing, it's not on the menu.

That's where my grandson should be.

Did you get my message?

I do not want his body to be repatriated to France.

Don't worry, I spread the word.

Thank you, Captain.

Thierry wasn't like that.

He had anger, but not hate.

I know.

Do you think Manu really did that for his mother?

That's what he said. And I believe him.

Can we take the boat out?

Yes.

"Paris, July 12, 1973.

"Ma'am, thanks to you, my child is alive.

"He's not all black and not all white.

"He's my child. I gave him your name."

Oh, come on!

Five days in Guadeloupe, I'm as tanned as a fat colonist.

I heard you caught the murderer?

Yes!

So, a promise is a promise.

Oh, that's nice, what is it?

You'll see!

I bet it's champagne.

Better!

These balls are cutes!

I prefer the yellow one.

There!

House cocktail, tell me what you think.

That's risky,

because if I don't like it and I don't drink it,

I'll hurt you twice.

I like you, my prince.

I like abandoned captains.

Do you?

Do you work for the French Federation of shitty responses?

See ya, like Nathalie would say!

Lolo, come get me!