All language subtitles for Capitaine.Marleau.S03E08.720p.HDTV.x264_eng

This is for the railway
workers, for health, for justice.

Ahhhhhhh! Captain!

♪

IN THE NAME OF THE SON

♪

(Church bell starts ringing)

Father.

If it's for confession-

No, we're organizing
a dress rehearsal.

You'll have to do without my blessing.

People would be happy to=

They're happy to have you, no?

I thought a man of the church
would know how to forgive.

I've been tried and sentenced.
-You paid enough?

My sister has tried
to kill herself again,

but is it your fault?

After all these years, is it
that it's complex?

How dare you?

I shouldn't have come.

Have you lost a child?

It's going to get dangerous.
-No, I know her.

I'm scared you have no choice.

No choice? Who do
you take me for?

Have you tried to boost it?

Yes, but she won't hold.

You want to euthanize her?
Old age isn't a disease.

I'm sure she's doing great.
Come on, get the hood down.

Captain-
-Death to planned obsolescence!

(Honk)

STATION

Everybody here?

Almost.
-You thought he was coming?

All right, Rosemonde? I hoped so.

For him, you killed his nephew.

Yes. Yes yes yes.
Come on, we're going.

(Train whistle)

(Whistle)

(Whistle)

(Singing) Roll, roll
train of misfortune!

Damn; it starts to
pump me, this job.

Hot in front!

Valet parking!
-Captain Marleau has arrived.

CSI too.

The keys are in it.
-Very well.

Okay.

We took photos.
-It has big wheels!

Hey! Captain Marleau.

All right, puppy? Who's
the chief of brigade?

Lt. Bonnet.
-Bonnet? Ah, 'beautiful nose.'

Where is Cyrano?
=It's me, Captain.

"My Captain", and you're beautifully
young to be the chief.

Uh, yes.
-Show me?

Robert Lanski, the driver.

A bit short. Cyrano, would
he have lost his verve?

He was shot at close range, in the liver.

Explosive cirrhosis.
Did you know him?

By reputation.

5 years ago he was driving a
TER that derailed near here.

One death; he was going
t0o fast, and was doomed.

And as if by chance, 5 years later: bam!

We find him dead in his locomotive.

Revenge?
-I don't know.

We had crossed the viaduct,
when it suddenly slowed down;

we waited a bit,
then went up to see.

and there was Robert on the floor.

Do you agree, gentlemen?
-Yes.

"Yes."

And you haven't seen anyone
who was calming down?

Well, no.
-"Well, no." Yes?

He was able to go
through the thicket.

Or in the curve.

Where? The low?

Yes, that's not stupid.

"He," "she," or "they";
We don't know, sir.

Sir, you are?
-Eric Gauguin.

Gauguin? Like the one who painted
little girls with hair?

What was it for, this
little railroad jaunt?

A warm-up while waiting
for the line opening.

We also helped Robert repair
the tracks and the small station.

This trip was his thank you gift.

Faithful friends. It's beautiful.

But he also must have enemies, right?

Why?
-I don't know, there was a derailment here.

Ah, you know about that?
-But I know everything!

I am a genius! Or a heifer.

What was the stiff's name?
-Nathan Girard.

Here. Did you know him?

He was my friend. We took
the TER to go to school.

Normally, in the turn it slows down;

fortunately, the train
wasn't full.

I got over it. But little Nathan-

The tracks were all rotten.

The Region closed the line,
after the accident.

Closing a line isn't smart.

We close and he stays there?

Yes, he had found a Mallet 1903

and some cars to restore.

A Mallet 1903, madame is a connoisseur!

A slugger like that,

it attracts a tourist and his dough.

We can also know how to forgive.

Allelujah, go say OM for
that poor railway worker.

But his train isn't dead.
Lucky for you.

We were all in this car.
How could we have killed him?

I don't know, I wasn't there.
Do you have an idea?

No?
-No.

And you.

Your buddy didn't have parents?
-Yeah, his mom.

He had his mother!

And the last time you saw her?

A month, two months ago

WORKSHOP OF ROXANNE

Roxanne?

Roxanne?

(Knocks)

Roxanne?

Why weren't you answering?

I wanted to be alone.

Jeanine isn't here?
-I sent her back,

I don't want to be guarded.

I feel good.

Lanski's dead, Roxanne.

In Ch'ti.

Pow! You're dead.

At 10 an hour, in a
bend and in full rise,

you come out of the woods;
you climb into the loco-

no need to be s stunt man.

Possibly, not easy.

How'd she stop, the loco?

We think the victim applied
the brake while falling.

Oh yeah? And the murder weapon?

The murderer kept it.

Sure about that?

Hold this. Everything
has to be done here.

Did you bake an apple pie?
Well, there you go.

You lost your beautiful nose, Cyrano!

And that: what is it?

A gun, or a cotton swab
gone wrong.

Did he have any family?
-Yes, a son, Bertrand Lanski.

He just left. You would
have seen his face.

It looked like he had-

Copped one in the ass?

Or maybe a score to settle.

Shit, I know where he went.

I'm coming with you!

(Bell ringing)

Ho ho! Not that with us.

Father Damien, are you there?
-You there?

Father Damien?
-Father Damien?

Come out of this body, Lucifer!

Mr. Lanski. You're waiting
for Father Damien?

Yes.

Listen, let us do the investigation,
-The investigation;

and everything will be fine.
-All fine.

What's going on?

You're talking bullshit
about my dad?

Calm down!

Down with police brutality!

Fortunate I'm here:

Captain Marleau, Gendarmerie.

Love-thy-neighbor
doesn't work too well with you.

He's convinced I've
never forgiven his father.

Don't count on me
to file a complaint.

Stockholm Syndrome, pray for him.

So your nephew stalled because
the dad of the other excited, there.

And you, you forgave his dad,
is that it?

A broken life to catch up
one minute late.

Exactly. Have you thought
of killing him?

In the Army, I learned not to
let hate conquer my humanity.

In the Army?!

"You will not kill?!"

A priest-soldier. A parish priest.

A priest-soldier who
knows how to shoot guns.

You suspect me?

There are no criminal priests, maybe?

You want we ask kids?

In short, that means you're
going to explore all avenues.

Yes, I have a good descent.
Hosts! I haven't eaten.

May I?

Yes, they're not consecrated.

So much the better, because

I have the devil in my stomach.

And your sister-

Roxanne?
-Mmm hmm.

No, my sister has nothing
to do with this murder.

She first tried suicide after
Nathan's death.

She killed herself several times?
When was the last time?

Last week, on the tracks.

Rosemonde prevented
her from doing it.

I know who Rosemonde is,
I've seen Orson Welles movies.

And, her father of Nathan?

No.

Roxanne had her child
alone, like the song says.

I prefer Bridget Fontaine's song

"Because I'm Stupid."

It's good; do you want one?

No?

(Knocking)
♪ Rox-anne! ♪

Police. Finally, the Gendarmerie;
Captain Marleau.

Madame, Robert Lanski this noon left life.

A criminal hand on his train killed him.

But ma'am, you know this drama.

I won't cry for him.

Is that so?

The inauguration of the train
with a photo of the redeemed driver.

What a shock for you!

Do you want to know where I was?

Rhymes are unnecessary.

That was when?

In the afternoon, about 2:30.

I was here with Marie.
-Marie?

The Virgin Marie, and child.

(Mobile rings)

You getting a call.
Who's calling? It's Nat.

Thanks, Major.
-My pleasure, father.

Cease fire!

So, the silence of the churches,
the countryside, pesticides-

I'm not sure I was made for it.

What can I do for you?
-I don't know.

Is that an HK?
-Yes, latest model: 416.

Cocked, ready to shoot?
-Damien...

I would stay here.

I need to take a step back.

Don't tell me you miss the Army?

In Ch'ti.

Ho!

Come, my big rock!

Stop! Captain! It's not OK, right?!

The poor!

Lean on it!
(Train whistle)

The poor dear, there is she
which did not pass over me.

With regard to Roxanne,
what was with her last week?

Well...

she wanted to throw herself under
the wheels during a maneuver.

Did she thank you for
saving her?

I don't think so.

Do you feel responsible for her now?

What are you implying?
-Nothing!

Just that saving a life can
create connections.

Yes; I would have killed Robert for him

to give back the taste for life?

Not necessarily. If
Roxanne was guilty of killing,

maybe you could cover it.

(Mobile rings) They're calling.
Who's calling me?

Ciao, Cyrano!
So what about the old gun?

None of the fingerprints are usable.

Anybody?

Ah! Fuck.

What happened is terrible.
A murder?

Who're you?
-Bertrand's wife.

You weren't there this afternoon?

No, we live 50 miles away.

But Bertrand spends
all his time here.

The trains.

5 years ago his father
had been the toast of everyone,

especially the Railway Company
of France, and Navarre on its own.

My god! Meh, sure.

Bertrand! I did it as
quickly as possible.

The investigation progressing?

You want an internship on
police brutality on my suspects?

Sorry about his death.

And your dad, where did he live?
Can you show me?

Mmm hmm.
-"Mmm hmm."

It's not the barracks of
a retired railway worker.

He rented the house
from city hall,

at a reasonable price.
In recognition of his service.

His real home was his train.

It was his consuming passion.

I came here to help him.

Why weren't you on the trip?

I was busy, with the inauguration.

Where is his family record book?
We need it.

No, I don't know.

Wicked house! He was
turning everything around here.

It's more pancakes, it's pancakes.

And you live here, do you?

No, I rent a room in a gite.
-Yeah?

Oh!

Hey, photos!

Is that you?
-Mmm.

It's an ugly baby.

Not much.
Not a lot of personal stuff.

And you don't live here?
-No, I told you.

They would have ended up
stepping on each other's toes.

Good evening, Damien.
-Monsignor.

Come over here.

I'm listening.

When we spoke before-

You had doubts
about your assignment,

did you overcome them?

My anger is still there.

Anger is necessary;

fight it, without being
ashamed of it.

I failed, Monsignor.
I've made my decision.

Our souls are vulnerable
to torments, Damien.

Be tolerant to yourself.

I thought I was healed.
But in fact not at all.

I'm always sick.
-Sick?

I have moments of confusion.
And a man died.

Bless me father,
for I have sinned.

I'm listening.

(Thunder)

BISHOPRIC OF LALOUVESC

(Church bells)

(Loud bell)
Ah! The bells of hell!

Just shut up!

That priest, I'll ring his bell.

Chapka.

See you.

I didn't want to wait
until you gathered.

A man died. His murderer
may be with us.

Questions arise.

What did Robert Lanski want?

What was he hoping for, by
coming to settle here,

after having been partly
responsible for this drama,

who mourned our community?

I think he wanted to give
to this valley, and himself,

reasons to hope.

I have to tell you, I doubted
the sincerity of his repentance.

I, who should have been the
simple echo of the word of god,

judged that Robert Lanski
did not deserve out forgiveness.

My friends, I am no longer
worthy to be your pastor,

and I have decided to leave
the priesthood.

This mass is therefore the
last I will celebrate.

May it honor Robert Lanski
as he deserves.

Let us pray.

(All) ♪ On the threshold of his house ♪

♪ Our father is waiting for you ♪

♪ And god's arms
will open for you ♪

♪ On the threshold of his house ♪

♪ Our father waits for you ♪

* she is stronger than she looks *

(Knocking)

Strike, and we'll open it up.

I don't disturb you?
-No, you're not.

Natalie Esposito, president
of the tourist office,

Captain Marleau, in charge
of the investigation.

Hello. Sorry, I have
to go, I have work.

What can I do for you?

Captain?
-Huh?

I'd prefer you say it.

Yeah, uh;

how is it you stop being a priest

right after Robert Lanski's
tragic murder?

My decision is private.

(She whistles)

Are you LGBTQ?

Beautiful dress!
-An aube.

It's named for its whiteness:
'Alba' in Latin,

symbolizing purity of the soul.

Ah. And innocence too?
Is it cotton?

And the muffler?
-It's a 'stole.'

It suggests paradise lost
and original sin.

Uhhh, the snake:

"the eye was in the grave
and looked at 'Kaa'."

♪ Have confidence! Believe in me! ♪

The problem is that
we must believe.

It's preferable, yes.
-You no longer believe?

After a 30 year career like that,

no comeback?

You've never tackled anything?

Sure, guys, when they're too loose.

I don't have the time to
weigh the pros and cons.

Captain, I found the time.

"The measure of love, is to love
without measure." St. Augustine.

I was no match for it.

The weight of guilt?

For when he died,
you said to yourself:

"Serves him right,
for God punished him!"

That's a sin of hate.

I saw it in one of your
books on the chairs.

I marked it; St. Colombo,
pray for me.

Here it is.

I'm not making it up.

"In the eyes of god, any
hateful thought or attitude

is comparable to murder."
Signed St. James said.

It's John chapter 2, verse 9.

Bravo!

If your sister steeped in murder,

you wouldn't have the sweeties?

It's ridiculous.
-What's ridiculous?

That? Or your sudden stop
of apostolic CDI?

Did you tell your sister?

She's the reason
for my decision.

I need to take care of
Roxanne, to help her,

and I'm afraid of not having
time to honor my office.

When you speak, it sounds like Latin. It's stupid,

but I find that when it
comes to Latin,

"Gendarme or is it the Gendarme it is."

In fact, very stupid.

Please excuse me.

Thanks!

What're you doing here, Captain?
-Coming to see you.

Is it urgent?

A killer may be
walking in nature.

He may be in the middle of
goats. "Hey goats!

Kisses for Auntie Marleau!"

Are you a shepherdess?

No, you work at the
tourism office.

-Yes.
-So tourism interests you?

The little train is interesting too?

It's weird.
-What's weird?

You weren't on
the train yesterday.

I had other things to do.

What kind?
-What I'm doing here,

no witnesses around.

You must always have
a little alibi at home.

Yes. Right, girls?
Behehhhh!

Ma'am Roxanne got a text
last night signed "Nat." That you?

Yes, I'm her best friend.
-Weird.

NATIONAL ECON STAT INST.
DEATH BULLETIN

Hands up!

Your loco, does it
run on unleaded?

Sorry. Can I get the keys?

Watch the pressure gauge.

That?
-Yes, that.

Pay attention to the boiler pressure.

I'm used to it. I'm still
in the red.

Can I push?
-Go for it. Don't overdo it.

It's not the type. Where,
the gearbox?

(Train whistle)
AH!

(Whistle)

Are you ready?

Yes Captain.
-On three.

One, two, three!
(Screeching brakes)

"You have beautiful eyes, you know."

(Machine beeps)

Oh! Why did you press "coffee,"
and do you have leek soup?

I'm sorry Captain, the drinks
machine is broken.

Make me a coffee then.
It's disgusting!

Take it.

I thought of something
concerning the train.

When you want it to stop
where you want, when you want,

you sound the alarm,
you jump off the train,

and you're going to hit the driver,
fingers in nose, Cyrano.

It is to laugh.

Are you pulling your nose, Cyrano?

I know I'm young, but
with regard to my men, it's-

Oh; if I call you Cyrano,

it's because you shine in the
firmament of the Gendarmerie,

like Depardieu in the
firmament of cinema.

Ah! Ah, okay!
Okay, yeah. Ok Okay.

A double, no sugar.

How are you, hen?
-Fine.

You work at the train workshop.
-Yes, that's right.

The town needed someone
to help Mr. Lanski,

and it paid well, it
was a good job.

OK, so: "I should have died in his place.

It was me sitting right there.

Because I was sick, on
the return trip we switched.

I'll never forgive myself!
It's my fault!

All my fault, I'm sorry," you cry,

That's it, that's your statement

5 years ago, that's it, all.

Yes, we knew each other
since kindergarten, that's normal.

So, your friend dies because of a guy,

and later you work for this guy.

I wasn't doing it for Lanski,
it was for the project.

You knew how to separate

the man from the work.
-That's it.

(Beeps)

(Bicycle bell)

Captaine?
-Hmm?

Did you see you just arrived?
-No.

Your coffee looks disgusting.

It's good.

Ah! Good job.

Did the murderer go to confession?

Why are you questioning Jordan?
-Why do you wear dresses?

Listen, he lives with his grandpa
and does a good job caring for him.

We'll talk about that when you're
a lawyer, Mr. Worshipful Minister.

Where can we have a drink?

I'll buy, but you have
to share what you know.

Hmm; Temple Carpet
Dealer. Aren't you ashamed?

With all due respect, I owe
you, the defrocked priest.

Me? Let's go.

♪ In the arms of Jesus ♪

Yippee!

Hola, que tal?

Hello, what can I get you?
-A beer.

Me too.
-Two.

The leading theory is a
crime of premeditation?

I'm sure, faith of an atheist. Because;

she took a broom
and she said to him:

"I'm a woman and I'll tell you about it."

Curious? Watch me.

Rude.

(Whispers) In fact, the murderer

jumped on the train with a gun.

And wearing gloves because
there are no fingerprints.

We're not in "Mesrine."

If grandpa Broussart knows
something, you have to tell me, no?

Liar! It's lonely to lie.

I'm sorry.

Don't.
I'm marking the hat, not the pants.

I just want to find who did it,
to help them.

You're not Sean Connery, and
we're not in "The Name Of The Rose."

We would rather be in the separation of
the Church from the exercise of the State.

Watch out, I can lock you up.

A man of the Church? That's afoot?

I'm not saying no.

Ooooooooooooooh!

Stay there, I'm coming.

Excuse me brother, you
weren't in church this morning.

Leave me alone, OK?

But I keep the peace, look.

A little confession at home, perhaps?

Come on, move: baptism
certificate, insurance, gray card!

Why?

I have to put a name to
your killer's face. I'm casting.

Come on!

Is this okay?

"Paolo Viviani."

I knew a Paolo, a Neopolitan.

"Ma che cosa fai qui adesso?

"But what are you
doing here this morning?"

♪ I'd like to know ♪

I was at the ceremony like you.

5 years ago I was working maintenance
on the railway.

It had been neglected.

"Lack of staff." But that's
no excuse!

So the death of little Nathan

weighs on your shoulders?
-Yes.

Lanski's too.

If we'd done our job, the
train wouldn't have derailed.

Where's he going? He's leaving.

Neither goodbye nor master!
Ravochol the holy cow!

No right to leave the valley of tears.

It has to be said to his guardian
Angel Of Peace.

Thank you, Captain.
-And you will make me three.

"I salute you, Captain."

That works. Bye.

(Crash)

I couldn't look at them anymore.

I understand.
-You understand? No!

It didn't help that Lanski's dead.
I want to leave here.

We're going to leave, I promise.
-WHEN?

In a few days.
-WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

To baptize 3 kids who
never go to catechism?

To marry couples who will divorce?
I WANT TO GO!

I don't want to stay here anymore.

All your work is here.
-It's nothing, nothing.

It stinks of death!

(Crying) I want to leave.

Would you neglect
my memory, Roxanne?

I join, this "faith," in
Father Damien's opinion.

It's too early to run away,
if only to Amiens.

You want to score on me, Captain.

The marks are on the cap, but much more allergenic.

Oh, Mary!
-Stop, don't touch her!

Very well. So be it.

A few seconds ago, did I hear, yes,

in answer to the question "run away,"
the answer "yes"?

"Run away," no.
Just leave the valley.

Now leave my sister in peace.

What a fraternal sorority!

To his beautiful Roxanne
he will always be faithful.

But if Lanski was stopped by you,

maybe your phone will tell me!

I don't know! You have no right!

She can't.
-Yes, she can.

What's in here?

Jordan: "Here we go, don't blame me."

Ah yes.

Who's this? "Natalie."

(Voicemail) It's Nat. Lanski is dead.

Oh yeah?

You can sleep easy.

Here's his kid.
Saved Message:

Hi mom, where are you?

I have to go, or I'll miss
my train. Kiss you!

Damn, this is hot.

♪

GAUGUIN PAINTING

"Ah!" Gauguin! His big brush in hand!

It's my destiny.

Where's Miss Rando?
-No idea. Gone to lunch.

Golf; quad biking; hiking; mountain biking;

and industrial henhouses
which pollute the Ardeche,

she takes care of it all?
Where's her crib?

There, in back.

Anyone there?

Ho-oh!

Ms. Esposito?

(Fly buzzing)

(Sniffs)

What smells?

Oh! I love you, oh I love you!

Fuck, you stink.

Stinks!

It's okay, my 'ho.

Oh, "Fat Bottomed Girls."

Hey Gauguin, do you perfume
yourself like a teenage girl,

or like the boss of the tourism office?

My perfume is Acrylic White
by the House of Turbin.

Who's the official perfumer
to the boss?

Ms. Esposito is discreet.

Haven't seen her with a guy
for some time.

Your crazy paw, did you
get it in the derailment?

For a start.

Double open fracture.
I was paid some crumbs.

Is that 6 months off?
-Twelve, Captain.

"Thank you, Lanski"!

He must've been a friend, that one.

If you want to paint a car
I have some work for you.

♪

I don't know if Robert Lanski will
join you in paradise,

but anything is possible.

You must know
that better than me.

We're leaving, Nathan.

I'll take your mom away
from here,

so she can relearn how to live.

But you will always be
in our hearts.

I would have like to
have known you better,

and be able to love and
protect you.

Today is yours, I ask you
to watch over us.

Hey man.

(Siren)

Salute, band of bastards!

What's this?

Natalie Esposito is crazy
about someone!

But she's single.

Yeah, maybe it's Jules,
or his girl.

What's do you bet?

Someone married, or
a large vegetable?

Uh, both?

Okay.

Ah! Even better:

if it is, there were two of them
at the time of the murder.

You go get her. I'll take care of
the little priest.

Him again? Why?

I like his name-bracelet,
I want one like it.

Hey!

Any news on Paolo Viviani?

SRPJ will call us back.

That's cool as ass.

So, "little priest."

He has a room here?
-Who?

You know who I mean.

He doesn't give a fuck
about us.

He was leaving after the funeral.
We'll see him again.

No, Jordan! No!

PAOLO!

So this is the phone of
Ma'am Roxanne.

I listened to a few
little messages, and- Hello?

"My eyes want you"; hey girls,
it's not a grill.

Yeah, I was listening to messages,
and there's some you can explain to me,

basically one said:

"You can sleep easy, Lanski is dead."

There's nothing to explain.
-Is that so? Okay;

Sooooo, another message.
A text this time,

that she sent you long before. It says:

"Saw Damien, talked about the good
old days when you were undercover."

Is she talking about the priest?

Why have you summoned me?

To find out if you have an alibi,
or if you have a lover.

"OR A LOVER."

You think I sleep with Damien,
is that it?

You and the priest don't
play Exorcist? Ha!

It was a long time ago.

Well I think he has the charm of
a Rasputin, only balder. No?

Well, we're done.

Ah, no no no,

we haven't finished.

Because when Lanski died,

1: you said to Roxanne,
oh what was it? Oh yeah:

"Mission accomplished, my hen."

And 2: you have no alibi. Okay?

Okay.

You can return to your hike.

Let's hope it won't be fatal.

Oh, let us have your little GPS coordinates,

in case we need you. That's it.
Thanks, have a nice day.

Bye.

Hey!
I'm watching you.

I heard everything.
-And do you think I'm drunk?

Some play piano,
others move them.

Class struggle, by the grace of god.

Secrecy of the confession,
that's a good plan for you.

If Ma'am Esposito confided anything
in you, you pull out the Joker.

And I flew to her rescue,
self-defrocking in the process.

Your suspicions are unworthy.

Why, because it's unnecessary to
separate the man from the church?

This story with Natalie, it
was a very long time ago.

There's a prescription.
-Prescription, stupid trap.

I was young and in love
with a boy my age,

so I joined the Army.

In Lebanon, I had a revelation.
-What revelation?

A handsome soldier?

(Chuckles)
No, not quite.

A formidable chaplain, attentive
and with different beliefs,

in a land that is mined
with religious conflict.

Your nephew, you didn't share
much of this with him?

I got to know him through those
who saw him grow up.

I'm returning your sister's phone.

In it is a last message from her son.

(Siren)
Go for it.

(Voicemail) Saved message. (Beep)

Hi mom, where are you?

I have to go, or I'll miss
my train. Kiss you!

Have you reproduced?
-No, but I think about it.

Cop kids, they're going to
get it at recess.

You all right, priest?
-(Groans)

It's;

Nathan's voice just
before he died.

I remembered others.

Your dead, in war?

I thought if I left the Army
I wouldn't hear them anymore.

Can you understand?

I'm stupid, but
not at this point.

Don't worry about me.

Why, should I?
-No.

(Church organ playing)

(Bugle)

(Honk)
Oh fuck.

Captain Marleau.
-What is it?

Murder. I'm investigating one of
your old friends: Damien.

I've read his military file,
I found nothing in it.

What were you hoping to find?

An explanation. Because sometimes he
has mood swings.

Maybe you could explain it to me,
between us badasses.

We don't do the same job, Captain.

You want us to compare medals,
see who has the biggest?

Your old friend, he wouldn't have something like

post-traumatic stress?

He never wanted to talk about it.

Pride of the chaplain.

He wanted to stay for
the guys,

but it was a time bomb.

Me too, I'm a hottie.

♪ With a badass friend ♪
No? No kidding around.

Your cars are beautiful.
-Did you see that?

I've been looking for you.

I helped the Gendarme,
afterward I was here.

Where's the investigation at?

The tourist office woman,
do you believe her?

Her, someone else,
what does it change?

Anyone could have...
-Even you.

They say he changed.
-People liked him.

He didn't like me very much.
-Don't say that.

You welcomed him to us
after his conviction.

Thanks to that, he was able
to rebuild himself.

Now it's you I'm going to help.

Bravo, maestro!

You thought you were
Pollock, Gauguin.

Not at all. It wasn't me.

Who can it be? Someone who
wanted to freak you out?

Why?

Maybe to stop you telling
me something.

Calm yourself with
the assumptions.

Or someone who thinks you're
the gunslinger.

You never stop.
-Well if... no.

Someone thinks you're guilty,
and came here to avenge Lanski,

but you weren't there.
So: BANG!

He sublimated his hatred
against you,

into a sort of pictorial thing.

Are you exhibiting at FIAC this year,
dear friend? Very nice!

Luckily you weren't there.

I wouldn't have thought this species
of art counted for any thing.

We'd like you to rethink
your decision, Damien.

We need you.
-I've already done enough.

I stopped the grocery store closing,

and I sent for an intern to support you.

That's because you know how to
talk to people.

I no longer want to listen.

Because of the train?

Robert Lanski killed a child, and
you welcomed him like the Messiah.

You told us to be tolerant.

He was there out of vanity.
-No, you're wrong, Damien.

Sorry, I have to go.

The murderer is still on the loose!

You look like it makes
you happy!

(Yawns)

What's the matter?

Do I have potato on my face?

Tell me about my Esposito.
- I barely know her.

"She put sticks in your father's holes."

Didn't she give a fuck about you?
-It's never come up.

What's this? Looks like blood.

Oh no, it's paint.

Let me see your foot.
Come on.

Nothing. The other one.
-Can you explain to me?

Show me your flank first.

Perhaps you changed shoes.

And look at this! There's
even some on your planner.

At the tourism office,
there are cans of red paint.

Ah! You think that my
Esposito killed your dad.

And you went there to
ring her bell.

Someone attacked her?
-No she's doing very well.

So if it's not you, who else is there?

Who came here?
- I don't know .

Think! Who?
-My wife.

Sometimes she brings me flowers.

Flowers.

Oh, how weird!

Your wife, if she takes a rose,
she goes to the tourist office,

she sticks it in red paint;
she's a little crazy.

She does unexpected things.

Unexpected? What does that mean?

That she is a little jealous, maybe.

What stinks?

For once, it's not me.

It's you, you are foul!
Stop with the smell.

It even smells like the
pillows at ma'am Esposito's.

She likes my perfume.

Well, she has crap taste.

Ah, but okay.

You and Ms. Esposito, that's
why you don't have an alibi?

She was with me at the time of
the murder. Is that OK with you?

This is Bayonne in
the second period

I'm going to denounce myself.

Think of your sister.
-My sister or the church?

"Both, captain," as you would say.

Denouncing you wouldn't
change the Fate of this unfortunate.

I want man's justice.

I'm asking you not to say anything.

The lost sheep will still
need you in the future.

A priest who lost his temper!
-We will take care of you.

I trust you.

"Where there is doubt, I put
my faith." St. Francis of Assisi

on doubt and faith.

"Where there is despair, there I put my hope."

A try!
-What an attempt by Beziers!

Roxanne?

What's happening?

Hmm?

Tell me.

Bless me, Damien.

I know Jordan killed Lanski.

I did nothing to prevent it,
on the contrary.

Bless me. Please.

(Train horn)

Jordan?

What? What's the matter?

I need to talk to
you about my sister.

And?

We should never have let
Lanski settle in the valley.

You said we would
finish by forgiving him.

You forgave him?
-Maybe not.

We could all have wished
his death.

You as well?

I don't think so.

I doubt it. Not you.

♪

Vindiousse!

Anybody? Oh, wine!

Sorry, I don't have time.

You sell flowers too,
Ms. Violet?

"Violet," is that a nickname?
-No, my parents were florists.

The flea market was an idea of Bertrand. Me, I like flowers.

You're doing well.
Your roses are super beautiful.

The one you left behind
for your husband, he loved it.

You came to tell me that?
-No.

I came for your performance
at the tourism office.

What to call it?
"Murderous passion mural."

Don't know.

I don't understand the traces you left.

And in the language of flowers,

jealousy is cyclamen.

The white rose is the first
flower Bertrand gave me.

It's only yesterday I understood
he was cheating on me.

I tried to get him to get along better
with his dad,

and he's cheating on me.

A goujat in love.

Robert and I are like turkey and stuffing.

Robert was gurgling?

We thought Bertrand
was going there for him,

but he didn't care about
his father.

Ah, it's the bouquet, Carole!

Yours will have to wait.

What are you doing?
-We're going to the Gendarmerie.

Vandalism equals crime.
Come on, move.

(Honking)

Go on!

What are we going to do
today, to my soul Violet?

A little dry shampoo? No.
A little deposition?

The ferry is over here. It's
less dangerous than the BAC.

Can you take Madam Violet's
statement? Have a seat.

I'll take care of the
Marguerite Crouton file.

(Italian) So Mr. Viviani,
how are you?

What's with the squared head?

Did you comb your
hair with my colleagues?

It's nothing.
-No, it's not nothing.

Railway workers are being
killed, team leaders beaten up.

Who did this to you?
-Little Nathan's boyfriend.

Jordan?
-Yes, that's right.

He attacked me at my house.

But I understand it.

You understand it? You're
not resented in the area.

I read Lanski trial transcript.
FIGHT AT RAIL TRIAL

It was a hot potato with you two.
FIGHT AT RAIL TRIAL

What a world.

You put it all on him.
He was sentenced.

You lost your job.

"Professional negligence," you
must have held it against him.

Not even.
-"Not even"?

The Ardeche is the
homeland of NVC or what?

I'm not responsible. We even
saw each other, Robert and me.

He suggested that I
come and work here

when the line would be open.

♪

Bah.

Ah.

Hey, he gave her a pretty
face, Michael Jordan!

Can I have a beer?

I'm thirsty!

I wanted to stop him, but;

Jordan is still angry.
But he's not a killer.

Did you know him well?

Yes.
-Biblically?

We like each other. We could
maybe just love each other.

But he's like Nathan's
mother, he didn't grieve.

He saw her after her
last suicide attempt.

Jordan saw Roxanne not long ago?

Yes. They see each other often.
-Okay.

(Siren)
Come in!

We arrested the individual who
vandalised the tourism office.

Ah. Who is it?
-Violet Lanski.

Bertrand's wife?

Please take a seat, I
will draft your complaint.

Is she here?

Yes, she's resting in a cell.

I don't want to file a complaint.
-Sorry?

I'd have done the same in her place,
we all would have done the same.

It's the murder weapon.
-The what?

I saw you looking at the evidence.

Besides, I wanted to ask
you, do you know anything

on the subject of
rifles from the 1960s?

No, nothing at all. Can I go?

Yes, of course.

Bye.
-(Phone rings) Hello?

Do you want Damien?
I'll see if he's around.

You can release the florist.
-Of course, yes.

♪

What's the emergency?

The gun that killed Lanski,
it's Father Maspero's.

He's been gone 3 years.

Yes, but he left the gun
behind, in the presbytery.

I thought forgiving Robert would be it,

but then Roxanne wanted
to jump on the tracks.

Mmm.

And there was the
article in the newspaper.

He was portrayed as a hero,
the savior of the valley.

Was it you?

I got rid of Maspero's
gun a long time ago.

She recognized the gun, then
went straight to Father Damien.

It's the occasion that
makes the... the priest!

Hold this for me, let's go.
I'm up front!

Anyone there?

It's not impenetrable at all,
this way. It's not even locked.

Captain? I don't think we're allowed.

I don't care, I'm not baptized.

"Don Marleauto..."

Oh!

His little Legion of Honor,
his little medals...

he displays them more
than his PTSD.

You want medals too, little sugar?

Would you want to get pinned?

A little recognition...

When I'm recognized I
get sausage. Check it out:

it looks like a gun rack!

Hi.

Violet knows about us.
- I know.

Is that so?
-Mmm.

She repainted your office.
-Yes.

Where were you?

I haven't stopped calling you.
- I was with Father Damien.

What? Do you frequent the priests?!
-He's my oldest friend.

Seriously?

You never told me that.

Should I have?

Well...

was there something between you?

I was 16.

I'm under suspicion of murder,
I needed to talk about it.

I understand.

I planned to tell her about us,

after the reopening.

Roxanne, wait! Wait!

How can you do this to me?
-What?

He's a Lanski.

So what?
- You don't understand?

I don't have the right to love him?
-Yes.

Me too, do I have to stop living?

Hold on-
- I don't know!

Oh!

So, coffee.
No, you won't trick me.

Soup!

Very good, father.
Thank you so much. Bye.

Ugh! I asked for coffee and
I got Hercule Poirot soup.

The machine got fixed.

That was Father Maspero.

He did have an old gun that
he's left after his departure.

Maspero. I know that name.

So that means that the
rifle was with the priest.

Except that, at the
priest's, anyone can get in.

Jordan says he hasn't seen Roxanne.

It's a pipeline. The waitress
at the bar told me.

There are texts,
look in the transcript.

Roxanne received a text from Jordan,

right before the guy dies:

"Let's go, don't blame me."

Well there you go!

So, in my view, Jordan
went to see Roxanne,

and he said to her: "I swear, I will
avenge the death of your son."

The other, she said:
"No, son, don't be a jerk!"

He went to the parish priest, and
he kohlrabied the rifle.

Not stupid, eh?

No yes! Everybody can't be
a captain.

(La Marseillaise on trumpet)

("Peas and carrots!")

It's hot! You're going ahead
anyway?

Yes, in Robert's honor.
-Sacred Robert! Jordan, where is he?

The train car.
-Ah.

Pinocchio, have you seen my Roxanne
after she wanted to kill herself again?

Why didn't you tell me?

So that you don't piss him off.

If you're going to play dumb
with me, it's not you who will win.

And you, sister Anne,

You saw nothing?
-Nothing.

Hey! You're not going to stop him?!
-We are arresting many nurses.

I know him well, he was in my class.

At the ENA too, they're good
at arithmetic.

Do you have any evidence against him?
- We're doing a remake

of "Murder on the Orient Express"?

You think you're
Hercule Poirot, Captain?

No risk there. I don't have
the class of a David Suchet.

Your fiesta, this is not to honor
the memory of a railway worker.

It's to honor the opening
and your cash drawers.

Take off the masks! It is not
enough to applaud to support.

Pfft!

Can I make a phone call?
-Yes! Get him on board.

Don't handcuff him.
-We'll meet up afterwards.

Go on.

Calm down!
-Fucker!

Why are you taking him?
-Misappropriation of corporate assets.

I must tell my grandfather!
-We'll call him, your grandpa.

Come with me, you.

Calm down!
-Let go of me!

So, does that remind you of anything?
Is it not the rifle that was

in your rectory?
-You want me to answer you?

Boney M, get him on board!

I'll stay with Sugar Daddy Cool.

Why are you playing the culprit

from the beginning?

You knew Jordan had
taken the rifle from the rectory.

Where are we going like this?

The 7th century!

Oh, that's so good. Pedal!

The 7th century?
-Or 7th heaven if you want.

Hold hold hold hold hold!

That's where he died, your nephew?
In the bend of life!

It stinks of an ambush, right?

You know about ambushes:

Afghanistan, dead French
soldiers before your eyes.

Hmm?

Not before my eyes, in my arms;

because the medics didn't come.

I had such a dry mouth
that I couldn't pray anymore.

At least your medal wasn't
posthumous.

But the one, or ones, who got
Lanski, he owes you a big one.

Because from the start,
you haven't helped me much.

For it's because of me
that Robert is dead.

I'm the one who took the
gun out of the presbytery.

I was the one who waited
for Robert in the locomotive.

♪ Come on Mary! ♪

What?

All right, we go on foot.

Et dis donc.

How did you manage to get there?

Is it because your sister
wanted to do a kamikaze?

I was thinking that she would never get out of it.

Then Lanski came to see me.

He wanted us to show up
together, as if nothing had happened.

The rifle was just to freak him out?

If he had arrived at that
moment, I could have killed him.

No!
-And then I thought of Nathan;

it calmed me down.

Remembering is so much better
than taking revenge.

That's when I left the gun.

Couldn't you say that before?
That there is obstruction of justice,

Chapter 4, verse 5 of the Holy
Penal Code.

I cocked the killer's arm.
-That doesn't make you an accomplice.

At worst, to justice you are the priest

who mistakes himself for his
patron saint.

I don't care what justice thinks.

Mmm! 'Hide this rebel saint
that I didn't see.'

In any case, your
confession was a good plan.

Suddenly, no premeditation. And
for Jordan, a reduced sentence.

You believe that a man of faith can lie?
-Is that Vatican humor?

Grotesque.

You here, Cyrano?

Captain, he confessed everything.

Oh; sinners here get away
with it with a Hail Mary.

And the work of the Holy Spirit?

The Spirit is why we're not
going faster. I'm taking care of it.

Take care of the young man.

Father?

I did what you thought:

I went out on the catwalk

and went straight to the locomotive.
-Oh yeah? And no one saw the gun?

No, I put it under my jacket.
-Liar! It was in the locomotive.

In the locomotive? No, it
wasn't in the locomotive.

Yes! You saw me
show the rifle to the priest

and you believe he was
the killer.

I killed Robert Lanski
-You've got balls,

considering you couldn't
save your friend Nathan.

Since then you feel bad.
You give the impression

of a menace to society.

You're fed up with this fucking valley.

So you hit Paolo, no?
You didn't kill Lanski.

I told you about Lanski.

(Mutters)

Twenty gods, he accused himself to protect you!

Are you an Australian priest
or a great guru?

Priest, guru, or charlatan.
It's all the same to you.

You get stuck on water
transformed into wine.

I prefer beer. You?

We also work miracles, this machine
turns coffee into soup.

I too have faith.

I have faith in patience.

One day or another, there will be
many, or one, who will open his mouth.

(Chanting)

What were you doing with
the gendarme?

Does she suspect you?
-Even more.

If you came to beat me up,

I won't let that happen this time.

I found this at Natalie's.
My father left it for me.

"Bertrand, soon you'll understand
that I have always loved you.

Sorry for not knowing to tell you.
-This train,

it's our chance for both of them.
-Your dad."

He didn't see me grow up.

Like it was bad with my mother,
he was never home.

I had barely found out, and
I would have liked to see him grow old.

(Thunder)

Jordan is innocent. You're not guilty
of anything.

I dreamed so much that he'd do it
that it's almost the same thing.

See what it feels like?

It's like my kid had died
a second time.

I'm sorry, we will get out
of this together.

I'm going to make it on my own.

You have to take care of yourself.

I wanted to warn you,

I decided to speak at the opening.

Do what you want.
(Band playing)

♪

Hello, Mr Mayor!
A little smile please!

Thank you.

Thank you.

♪

(Bike bell)
♪

♪

Very good.

Perfect.

♪

Bless me, father!
♪

♪

Hey! Hey!
♪

♪

Let's go!
♪

♪

Yee hee!
♪

Woo hoo!
♪

♪

Thank you!
♪

♪

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
♪

Are you ready, comrade?
♪

♪

The human beast is back?
-I would have preferred that my father

was at the controls.

"Poor little daddy who
taught me everything!"

It's the only thing he taught me.

Is that so?

Wasn't that crazy love? So
you were yelling at each other?

No never.

Are you disappointed?
-In you.

Little boy, the gun was
already in the locomotive.

What does that change?

Everything. It means
there was no premeditation,

as they say in TV shows.

It was a crime of impulse.

So what went wrong? Is that all?
-Thppt

♪

Hello.

Oh, your wife!

Good luck, Bertrand.
Hello, Captain.

How are you, Violet?
-Can I kiss you?

Not now.
-As you wish.

You decide.

Violet, this is not the time.
-We have to talk!

She hides her moods, your wife.

You can't imagine how lonely she is.

That's not nice.

♪

It's Bebert's fault if you and
Ms. Esposito, 'clack clack'?

You surprise me that she
wanted to kill her, your wife.

Don't be ridiculous.

He'd rather have us both earthy.

Oh yeah?

Yeah? At the same time,
she liked him, her Bebert,

between "stuffing turkeys."
-Did she tell you that?

That's what phares are for.

At first it was fine. From
there to say that she liked him.

(Whistle)
♪

♪

(Train whistle)
♪

♪

(Kazoo)
♪

♪

(Train whistle)
♪

♪

(Mobile rings)

Do you have any information, Cyrano?

If only they had been paint cans,
you could have swallowed his facade.

But there was only one gun.

What are you talking about?

Rage that you had for Lanski.

You're delirious, my poor lady!
-"Poor" is not an insult.

You and Lanski, that wasn't it.
-It wasn't war either.

Redirect:

what did he say to enrage you
like that?

I don't know what I'm doing here.

(Train whistle)

Hey, no need to go down working.
We will be arriving soon.

Fat liar!

That afternoon when there was
murder, you were here.

I was at my shop.
-It's not even true!

It was closed.

I didn't have the heart to work.

I knew that Bertrand
was here with his bimbo.

Supposedly you knew yesterday
that he cuckolded you.

Yes, but I suspected it before!
I made a movie.

A movie? What movie, what time,
what session?

So what!

What heat!

No, don't do that!

Leave me!

Stop!

Why? Nobody cares about me!

I wanted to kill Robert.
-But I shot him!

We must not die. We need time
to forgive ourselves.

(Train whistle)

I have a question for you.

Oh dear! I don't like when
it's that direct.

I think Bertrand is having an
affair with the tourism office woman.

That's not a question.
-Did you know?

Talk to Bertrand about it.

Why didn't you warn me?
-"Violet, my son is cheating on you."

That woman is not for him.

Tell him, he will listen to you.

He's here for you.
-Not so much today, no?

Please.

He won't listen to me. He hasn't
loved you for a long time.

Of course he loves me.

He's my man.
-No, he's not "your man."

"My store, my flowers, my husband."
My ass!

What more does she have than me?
-There is no photo!

Without me, you wouldn't
be here, in this shit train. Killer!

Yes: killer!

How dare you operate a locomotive.

Get the hell out of here!

You messed up your life.
-He should have left you before.

Cheers!
-Clear out! Get back to town!

If you can break your neck
when jumping, don't hesitate!

That's what you want to know.

He said Bertrand had been right
to dump me,

that I was just a poor nutcase.

Robert!

Leave me alone!

(Brakes engage)

(Brakes whine)

Thank you, Father!

We can't let God, or you, take
care of everything.

Violet!

I'll find you a lawyer.
-Don't leave me.

Forgive me.

All right?

Breeding clam tadpoles is
addictive, it seems.

You don't know how to
wean yourself?

However, it will be necessary.

The diocese learned of my
involvement in this drama;

they found me a
replacement for during the day.

Oh.

As the director St. Nanni Moretti
would say, "Mass is over."

I don't know anymore.

My bishop is making me

take time off to reflect on
the pros and cons.

How about that?

If there were no more
priests like you

there'd be less need for
anti-clericals like me.

You flatter me, but I can't
get out of my mind that,

without me, Robert Lanski
would still be alive.

Yes, but Ms. Violet would be dead.

She wouldn't have killed him,
-Amen; so be it.

And Roxanne?
-She doesn't need me anymore.

Who'll take care of you, then?

I only believe in witches.

Marie Junet, deliver us from evil!

Go in peace.
-Take care.

Satan!