All language subtitles for Lart du crime - La nouvelle Olympia.EN

-So?

Do you like it?

-Everything is fine.

I am sure that
that if I looked at my horoscope,

it would be perfect,

in love or in work.

It's a crazy thing.

-The planets are aligned.
-That's it.

My separation from Hugo
went extremely well.

Immediately afterwards, paf...
I meet Paul...

who I like...

Who I like very much.

-And Captain Verlay?
-He's the work part.

-Everything seems to be in order.

-Don't take the piss out of me.

There's nothing between us anymore.

I admit, I have...

I really thought...

that he had fallen in love
...with me. Yes.

But in fact .

I don't know... No.

Everything's fine.

He forgot about me.

He just forgot about me.

It's... it's...

It's very nice to finally be able to
move on.

After all this time,
we can finally

work

serenely

Without any

ulterior motives.

It will change us.

-Florence,

I have something to tell you .

I can't stop thinking about you.
I can't stop thinking about you.

Not like this. Flor...
-Captain?

-Mme. Chassagne.

-What are you doing there?

-Erm... nothing.

-You wanted to

to talk to me?

-Excuse me.

Yes, Alex.

I am

with her in her office.

I will explain to you.

I'll brief her and then we'll come.

See you in a few minutes.

We have an emergency at OCBC.
-I heard.

-That's why I came here.
I couldn't reach you.

I came in person.

so I could tell you.
-Didn't he just tell you?

-No, he didn't. He wanted to know

if I had found you.
-Ah, OK!

-Emma Wurtz, 25 years old.

Single, no children.

The Crim' was on the case,

but the D.A. discovered this:
a selfie. It was deleted

from her social networks
after her death.

It is believed that it was the murderer
who deleted it.

-And why

does the prosecutor want us

to be involved?
-Look closely.

-What?!

But no,

it's not true.
-What?

-The Tortoni?

-What's the Tortoni?

-It's incredible !
It's "Chez Tortoni",

by Manet.
It disappeared 30 years ago.

It's crazy!
-It's all there.

- "Gardner Museum".

-In Boston. The biggest heist

in art history.
500 million dollars stolen.

-That was in 1990.

My father, devastated, took out
the catalogue to explain to me

the museum.
-Rembrandts, Degas.

A Vermeer.

-And the Tortoni.
-How did they do it..

mangage to steal all this?

-They did it like this

at night, dressed as cops.
The guards were fooled.

-They cut up the canvas
and left

with the paintings under their arms.

-Even taking the CCTV tapes.

-We never got them.

They have never been found?

-Everybody was involved.

A reward of of 10 million.

The thieves were never found.
-Nor the works.

-Ah, well.

-It's the first time we've found
any trace of one of these paintings.

-Except that everything

has been cleaned.
-What?

-No sexual violence,

is that safe?

-Yes. She was killed
with a heavy object.

It is not here.

-Or her mobile?
-No, it's not.

The murderer must have taken it.
He cleaned up. He even

vacuumed up.
-There must be some cat hair left.

-And the owner?
-It was rented through the Net.

No key

but a code.

-Homicide didn't trace
the IP address, nor the money.

-The neighbours?

-No, nothing seen, nothing heard.

Ah, a cat!

It can't

stay there.

I don't feel well. I'm going out.

-I'll tell the FBI.

-The murderer arranged a meeting
with Emma Wurtz for a photo shoot.

She ends up posing naked.

-With the Manet?

-Perhaps for the staging.

-And she might have wanted to steal it?
-Captain?

-Yes, sir?

-I found this.

Behind the screen.
-It's a

a medallion.

Wait a moment.

Look.

It matches the earrings.
-Oh, yeah.

-Here you have

a mechanism.
-You mustn't touch it.

-OK.

Then you do it. I will guide you.

Press a little bit.
Open it.

-Is that a lock of hair?

It's not hers.

-I'll get this to the lab.
-Okay, Good.

-Thank you. Okay.

It's good that we found
this thing. Sometimes...

it's the little things
that make the investigation...

-To find the photographer,
we need the buyer of the painting.

A Manet coming back on the black
market, that must make some noise.

-I'll find out.
-Let's call Indiana Jones.

-Who's that?

-Marquet?

-He found some Picassos,
he can help us.

-Who is he?

-A private detective specializing
in stolen works.

-He's my friend. He's amazing.
-Really?

-Really amazing.
-Yeah? Is he gonna do our job?

-He has his own informants.

He'd work with us?
-For the Boston Manet, probably.

He loves me. Shall I call him?
-Call him.

-You mean now?
-Yes, now.

-She loves it.

-That can help us.

Are you OK?

-Captain!

Are you okay?

Oh dear! Are you OK ?

-It's nothing. It's nothing.
-Well then?

-I must have
a shitty horoscope.

-That's funny, mine is pretty
pretty good. I mean, it's not funny.

-Do you have any idea
who she was meeting with?

-No, I don't.

She didn't tell me everything.

We were just roommates.

We worked together at the firm
but we weren't really friends.

-Did she have a boyfriend?
-Affairs.

But...

it wasn't her style to pimp herself out.

She wanted to have fun.
-Here you go.

-I should have told her
to be careful.

-Do you know if she liked art?

Paintings, pictures?
-Paintings, Emma?

Not really.

I tried to drag her
to an exhibition one day, she refused.

-That medallion there ,

does it mean anything to you?

-No, it doesn't.

I have never seen it before.

-There's a lock of hair
inside. It's not hers.

She didn't say anything

about that?
-No, sorry.

-Ah,

"Chez Tortoni".

It was a very fashionable café in Paris

-Yes, it was in Batignolles.
It was mostly in Montmartre

that you had your regulars.
-Yes, I did. With Degas...

Toulouse-Lautrec.

Montmartre, was

our neighbourhood.

-Emma Wurtz did not die there
by chance.

If only this painting could
speak.

-If only this painting could
speak.

We searched everything at Emma Wurtz's house.
We went through her accounts,

her messages, her calls,
there's nothing.

She's not a thief.

And well, to resell a painting
like that, you need a network, right?

-Jean-Louis will surely be able
help us.

-Yes, he can.
-Talk of the devil...

-Florence.
-Jean-Louis!

-Glad to see you.
-I'm glad to see you too.

Thank you for coming so quickly.
-From the end of the world for your eyes.

-My eyes or Manet?
-Both.

Here, look.

-Great! I have not yet read it.
Thank you.

I put a dedication to you
inside.

Only for you.

-Come on, I'll

introduce you.

Here you are. Jean-Louis Marquet.
The great Jean-Louis Marquet.

And the captain

Antoine Verlay. The great captain too.
-Hi.

-Hello.
-There has been

a strong intervention?
-No. It's nothing.

-The field is hot.
-Yes, it is.

It's true, it's hot.

-We...

Shall we get started?

That way, it will be...

-Don't ask questions.
-OK.

-So, what's the deal?
-Even if the painting is worth

2 million on the black market,
the murderer would rather destroy it.

It's become evidence.
-Yes, you're right.

-So you're dropping the case?

-Are you kidding?

What?
-Even if the chances are tiny,

I'll find him.

-You don't know Jean-Louis,
but he never gives up.

-Well, I'm investigating and as soon as I have
something concrete, I'll get you on the case.

-Yes,

that's good.
-Ah. That's good, yes.

OK.

We'll do the same.
-I won't give the name

of my informants.
-You won't? Why not?

They wouldn't be art thieves would they?

-Listen, these people

are talking to me because I'm not a cop.

-No, you're not a cop.
-Captain.

-Uh...

We'll do it like this.
-Good. That's great.

Shall I kidnap you tonight?
Will your boyfriend agree?

-Paul is a dream.

Oops!

Are you all right, Captain?
-I'm fine.

-What did you do?
-I don't know. I'm all right.

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

He seems to be in in the dumps.
-He wouldn't be in love with you?

-Captain Verlay? No.

-Mm.

You can see it.

-One no longer censors one's own
desire, it's logical.

-No! Do you know how long
I waited for this? I don't want

this love.
-Simply tell him.

-Simply?! Do you know how many
sessions I've spent here

because of him? I have been

his friend, his best man at his wedding,
his children's nanny!

He's divorced, he's giving me
Stendhal syndrome, and for you,

it is simple?!

-You know, all this,
it can be re-examined.

-Aah! Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Sorry.

Sorry, but this is too much for me.

If I tell him I don't want
his love,

he won't want to work with me.
This is a disaster!

I just want us
to remain colleagues.

-The ticket.
-Thank you.

How do I get him to forget me?
-Can we control love?

You're in trouble.

-Is he down there?
-Well, yes.

*...

Good evening.
-Can we help you?

-We're here to see Leka. Tell him
I'm with F. Chassagne.

-Follow me.

-Who's this Leka?
This guy has a gun.

-It's okay, it's okay. Calm down.
-No, I won't!

-Do you want to find the Manet?
-Yes, I do.

-Then follow me.

Anton Leka is a big art dealer.

-A dealer, yes.
-He will know

who this Manet was sold to.
Do what he asks.

Smile.

-Here is your friend.

-As promised. Let me introduce you to
Florence Chassagne.

(Go on.)

-Good evening.
-Nice to meet you.

I have heard about you.

-About me?
-I have a little job for you.

-A job?

-Costa.

Costa!

Move your ass!

Come on!

What's up?

True or false?

Are you people messing about.

-Ah, no, but... I can't
tell you here and now, just like that.

I'd have to

to take the painting to the Louvre,

to take it away

from here.

OK. If you have

all the materials.

It's perfect.

It's all there.
-Please sit down.

-And a chair.

And now...

What do we have? Here we are.

I'll do the alcohol test.

So, the alcohol test:
I have alcohol, cotton wool,

I dip the cotton wool in the alcohol.
This is the alcohol test.

That's it.

It is perfect
for old paintings

because the pigments,
with time, polymerize.

This barbaric term...

In a nutshell...

There is no trace.
The painting is period,

for sure.

-Are you sure?
-Yes, I am.

-Vladimir,

it's good.

Thief or forger, I like

to know.
-Yes.

-Thank you, Mme Chassagne.
-Who bought the Tortoni?

-He's a hustler. To have a Manet
and being linked to a murder...

-I'm with you.
-You don't know who he is?

-No, I don't.
It sold a month ago.

-You brought me here for this?
-I was delighted to meet

Ms. Chassagne.
-Are you making fun of me?

-Listen...

Now, we can trust each other.

You never know... Maybe
I'll learn something.

-If I had known, I wouldn't have
come. He is a sick man!

You should never have brought me here.
-Who will tell us where the Manet is?

Not Father Christmas.

He surely knows.
-Of course he does!

Maybe he killed E. Wurtz.
-No, he didn't.

-I'm calling the captain.
-No! If Leka has the cops on his ass,

...it's over.

He'll know it was us.

If he killed Emma, we'll get him.

Right now, we have no evidence,
so we're looking for the painting. OK?

-OK.

-You were great.
-I was extraordinary.

-Incredible! But if you tell
your captain where we were tonight,

he'll cut me up with a chainsaw.
-That'll get you off your feet.

-Oh, come on.

He'll talk
if you give him something.

-Negotiating with an art dealer?
No way.

-We're talking about the Tortoni. Put some pressure
on an investigation that concerns him.

-What?! The guy is

possibly the killer.
We're not gonna let up on anything!

-We don't do that here.
-OK.

We'll have to go back to the seller.
-You're serious? We hadn't thought of that.

Here, write it down.

-We don't know
who the seller is.

-By identifying those
he contacted for the sale,

we will find them.

-The potential buyers?
-Yes, they are. There are no more than 10 profiles.

Maybe they'll talk to me.
I need access

to your files.

-The files are

confidential.

It's over.
-Antoine...

-What?
-We only have

this trail.

Show him.

But it's confidential.
-Yes, sure.

-It's over there.
-Thank you for your time.

Florence is

very nice.

-Yes, she is.
This is her office.

When she returns, we'll have to give it back to her.
-Oh yes, don't worry.

It's crazy,

we've known each other for 20 years.

We've even had

a little history.
Afterwards, we became friends.

-A little history?

-Yes, at the very beginning.

-What is she doing?
Shouldn't she be here by now?

*-Yes, captain.

-Ah, Mme. Chassagne.
Uh... It's okay, I'm not disturbing you?

-No, I'm at Orsay with Paul.

*Is there an emergency?
-That's fine, with Paul.

*I wanted to know
if you were coming soon.

-Anything new?
*-Euh...

We received the autopsy report
for Emma Wurtz.

*I would have liked you to take
a look at it.

*It's still important.
-Send it to me, I'll have a look.

-Send it to you...

Yes, I can...

*I'll send it to you.
-Great. Thanks, captain.

-Mm.

You got to go, right?
-No. That was for the investigation.

I still have time.

-What's up?

-There were traces of pollen
in the victim's hair.

Hibiscus.

Of course.

That's it!

-What's it?
-Come and see something.

There, the hibiscus flower.
There, the earrings.

There, the medallion.

And there, the cat.

That's why Emma Wurtz came
to pose in the studio.

They reconstructed the "Olympia"!
(I'm talking too loud.)

Everything was there :

the cat, the cushions... As if to
photograph the living Olympia.

The real Olympia.
The medallion, he remade it

exactly the same. So he made
the bracelet too. This guy is

an obsessive.

This is crazy!
-The original locket contained

hair?

-Manet had borrowed it from his mother.
It was her hair in it.

-So the hair you see there
could be the killer's mother's?

-I don't know.
It's probably from someone

he loves very much.

-There is also

the maid?
-Yes.

-We found these earrings in your
in your room.

Manet's "Olympia"...

Does that mean anything to you?
The earrings?

It must be hard
to hate your roommate, right?

You wrote these texts:
"She's going on a date.

"with the lawyers, me,
I'm given the job of secretary.

"She thinks she's
more competent, the bitch!

There are

a dozen or so like that.

For them, a white woman ,

looked better
to the customers.

Huh?

Why did you play the maid?
-She offered it to me. It was paid for it.

*1 000 E.

*-Why did you lie?

I'll be back.

-I painted a maid...

black.

I never wanted to belittle her.

I had seen the slave markets
in Brazil.

It was revolting.

I didn't want to do that again.

-I know, on the contrary.
First of all, she's not half-naked.

And she was a liberated woman
who lived freely

from her work.
Olympia was also free.

She was a prostitute but rich.

She could afford
the luxury of saying no to her clients.

That's it,
the real scandal of the picture?

-Wow! Well done.

-Where were we?

-I lied because I was afraid
that I would be blamed for everything.

When I left,

she was hoping to sleep
with the photographer.

-You have

his name?
-No, I don't.

Emma was afraid I was gonna talk about him
and his twisted pictures

on the internet.

-Can you help us
to make a sketch?

*Yes?
*Yes.

-I found another selfie
of the victim

in Niamey Touré's computer.
She dyed her hair

It looks like another

painting.
-It is Berthe Morisot.

-It's similar, yes.

Who is it?

-B. Morisot,
Manet's hidden love. The woman

he could never have.
-Ah.

-And how many times did he paint her?
-I don't know.

-14 times.

-Oh, yes.
-She's the one who's

in "The Balcony".

Manet's contemporaries
called her "la femme fatale".

-"The femme fatale".
She was very beautiful.

Why was he

never been able to have her?

-It was impossible.

-Manet was married.

She was from a big family and
it was not necessary to sully her reputation.

His portraits were
his way of owning her.

-That's it. It is as if the model
of the "Olympia" and B. Morisot

had a power over the person

who's looking at them.
I think that's what

fascinated the photographer.
-An erotic game of domination

that went wrong?
-The photographer must be found.

Julien! Go and see where Diamey Touré is
at with the sketch.

And ask Adèle to grill her
a little more.

I feel that she's not telling us
everything. Thank you for that.

And the list

of the buyers of the Tortoni ?
-I'm still working on it.

I don't want to miss anything.
-OKAY.

-Ah shit! Oh!

(But what an idiot! What an idiot!)

-Stop it. It's not funny.
He's stuck on me.

He's not stuck, he froze.

It has to stop.
-I think I have an idea.

I like spending time
with Florence.

It reminds me
of when we first met.

-Yes, your little history.
-It didn't last long.

At the same time, Florence,
she was "special",

In bed.

-What do you mean?

In bed?
-Nothing happens.

She reads her book
on the Renaissance and it's over.

-Wait, what does that mean,
"It's over"?

-Sex is not her thing.

At one point,
I thought it was me.

-Well yes, maybe.
-No. That's what happens with all these guys.

She talks to me about her guys.

-With all her guys?
-Yes, she does.

There are the heterosexuals,
there are the homosexuals

and there are asexuals like Florence.

-But no, that's not possible.

-In fact, the only man

in her life is her father.

-Are you okay?

What were you

talking about?
-Hof!

You're welcome, we were talking about...

-I don't like

the sausage.

-Well, I'm going back.

See you later.
-See you later.

-So you don't eat the sausage,
you only eat the bread?

-Yes.

Bread is good.
-No, it sucks!

-I would like to

talk to you about something.

This may sound strange
but I have never

hung with Manet's painting.
I know it very well .

And to really understand the killer .

I'll need help.

-But we already have Marquet.

-I think of my father.

-Your father?

-Captain, I...
-You think of your father?

-I need him.

-Yes, Adele?

Ah.

OK. See you in a few minutes.
-What's up?

-The prosecutor wants
to release N. Touré.

-The Tortoni must be found.

-Let's get Indiana Jones'
arse into gear.

We've got to get moving.
-We'll be fine.

He didn't steal his reputation.

-(OK, OK.)

-Captain!

Adele left this for you.
-Great. Thank you, sir.

-It's dark.
-Where is he?

Marquet?

-I don't know, he must have left.

-He's gone. Is that bad?

-No, that's good, but...
He could have warned us.

-What is your problem with him?

-What problem?

-Are you afraid he'll solve
the investigation before you do?

Are you jealous?
-Not at all, not at all, not at all.

-Ah, Marquet.

A little glass of rakija?
-I haven't got time.

Without this,

the cops can't do anything
about your nephew.

-Costa is an asshole.

Unable to recognise
a cop on the take.

-What do you have for me?

-The Tortoni is
in the back room.

-How can you be sure?

-Look at the park.
The buyer of the Tortoni

bought this house for it.
He's got a lot on his plate.

-Do you have the address?
-I can't hide anything from you.

-He really looks just like anyone,

this guy. I feel like
I've seen him 10,000 times.

-Floflo.
-Oh! My daddy!

I'm so happy.
-Daddy.

Oh, my daddy! Come on, Daddy.

-Captain, please.

Hello.
-How are you?

-You're in a bind.

on your investigation?
-No.

-Ah, well, yes.
In a big dead end.

We need to take a look

at Manet.

-The captain can't help you.

Okay, but before we start,
I could use a cup of tea.

-You are asking me to serve you...
-No, it's mine.

I will serve you.
I'll... I'll take yours.

-No, you won't.

-What do you prefer?
Green tea? China tea?

-I'll take a cupcake.

We need to look for the reason

this photographer chose
these 2 paintings.

-Exactly.

-Something
that puts us on his trail.

-I'd say first of all...
that he is an art lover.

-Mm.

-Yes, well...

Yes, we know that. Something

more concrete.
-There is also the idea of secrecy .

-B. Morisot,
Manet's secret love.

-Before her, he had another one :
his piano teacher.

-Oh, but of course!

That I would have been absolutely
unable to remember.

Absolutely!

-Manet had a secret son with her.

-Oh, that's great!

So that's... that's...
it's great!

What would fascinate the photographer,
would it be secret love affairs?

-Well... Maybe he experienced
something like that himself.

-You're so smart! You're so smart!

-Thank you. Thank you.

With this info, we'll find him.
-No, please.

Do you have what you need?
-OH YES!

-Keep me informed.

-I can't do anything for you.
ethically,

Mme Chassagne ,

is my patient.
-But she keeps saying

that she needs me.

-Yes, I think that you mistaking
your desires for realities.

Now, I have work to do.
-Look, I'm not making this up.

I've never seen her like this.
She cajoles me, she even asked

for my help with an investigation.
-Did she?

-Didn't she tell you anything?
-No, she didn't.

-Then maybe it's because
I have got my Floflo back.

She loves me
and she needs to be with me.

It's normal

that a girl can't do without
without her father, isn't it?

-No, I don't think so. Come on,

let's go.

-I don't know what work
you did with her,

but it's remarkable.
You are great!

I'll leave you. Sorry, but bravo!

-Mme. Chassagne...
-Yes.

-Your father... we are in agreement
that you can't stand him,

usually?

-Oh, no. That's a...
That's a bit strong. I mean...

There are times,
but only times when...

Where he just... he pisses me off.
-Yes, he does.

-It's true.
That's because at the beginning,

we are... How can I put it...

We... we are connected.

-Antoine, can you give me the minutes
of the Costa Leka hearing?

-Coming, it's in my office.

-Ah, my cakes!

I've been looking for them everywhere.

You've helped yourself.

-No, it's my father. When he
thinks, he eats. He is my father.

-Well, he's buying more.

-Where is it?

-Without that document,
there will be a mistrial.

And the whole investigation will fall apart.
-I know, I know. Fuck, it was there.

I'm sure it was.
-So where is it?

-Oh the bastard!
He broke the lock.

-Didn't he? Who did?

-Who do you think? Marquet!

Shit!
-It's not true!

-What's wrong?

-Your buddy negotiated with Leka.
-He stole the minutes of the hearing.

Costa's hearing.
-He's going to steal the Manet.

-But no, that's not possible.

-What? Is there

something there?

Go and see!

Oh!

What are you eating?

-Good night.

-Well then?
-We don't have

a signal. He must have

turned off his mobile phone.
-Yes, of course. He's clever!

-He wouldn't have lied to me.

-Pff! Open your eyes.

This is a painting
worth several million euros.

What the fuck? With his smile and
his head... Indiana Jones' asshole!

-Try again.

-It's no use.
-Try again.

-You've got to be kidding me...

At last!

-Where is that guard?!

-(But it's not true!)

(I'll be back.)

-I can't reach the guard.
-Really? Tomorrow, you can fire him.

-Yes, sir.

-Captain!
He turned on his mobile again.

-We have a problem.

-He's in Montmartre.

-Send it to
my mobile. Well done !

-(Yeah. It's not the time.)

-You stole a document!

*Are you crazy or what?
-I saw the Manet.

(Tomorrow you'll have

(the assassin and the painting.)

-Do you know the situation you're putting me in?
Why are you whispering?!

-(Calm down.)

-(Listen, Florence,

*(trust me.)
-No! Shit!

-Marquet!

-(Don't worry,
I tell you that I can do it.)

-Marquet!

-Jean-Louis?

*What is it?

-Hey!

Hey!

Oh, shit!

*-You got us in the shit!

-There is no shit! Nothing at all.

Stop panicking
like a little girl!

*-It's getting too dangerous,
Clément. Get rid of the painting.

*Don't let it get traced

*back to you.

-Let's go.

-He had found the Manet.

They killed him.

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

-Captain, can we talk?

-I'll be right there.

-Go ahead.

-I'll be back.

Tell me.

-Yeah. He did call Leka
right after he left OCBC.

You were right.

-Well, uh...

Find Leka. I want him to
to tell us who bought the Tortoni.

And if it's still in the area.
-Why?

-E. Wurtz was killed near here.

-Isn't that a coincidence?
-I don't know.

-OKAY, I'll take care of it.

-We'll take him to the MLI.
I'll report back in three hours.

-Great.

-This was found in Marquet's belongings.

I am sure that
the Tortoni was there.

Of course, there's no address.

What's this?

-"Lunch on the grass".

Another Manet.

Wait for it.

Look at the park.

It's almost
the same as on the board.

-There's even a boat.
-He wants to recreate "The Lunch

"on the grass."
-There was the Tortoni.

He needs it
to take his photos.

-A kind of fetishist. As if he is
summoning the presence of Manet.

-A madman.

-Commander, Mme. Chassagne

isn't here?
-No, she's not in any condition

to work.

-We'll need her.

-A painter on the Place du Tertre

found it on his stall.
-They wanted to get rid of it.

-You feel ok

to do the forensics?
I can manage with your father.

-No. I'll do it for Jean-Louis.

-Mme Chassagne...

-Yes?

-I'll find his killer.
I won't give up.

-I know.

Thank you, sir.

-It was cut with a cutter

like all the others.

-If this is the Boston Manet,
it's incredible.

-Yes, that would be incredible.
-I'm going to perform

some checks and I'll confirm it

tomorrow.
-Thank you.

-Leka is nowhere to be found.

All we have is this house

and the park.

-Manet used the park

of his house in Gennevilliers

as a model.
-Where?

-It no longer exists.
With industrialisation,

everything has disappeared.
-The killer

prowls around Montmartre. He may have

taken a house that resembles it

in that area.
-That would narrow the search area.

-To see her,

all of her, I didn't have

any other choice

but to have her pose for me.

again

and again.

-You put into your paintings
what you were hiding in your life.

Here, for example,

it's your piano teacher that you
you painted, walking around with you.

And he...

is the hidden son

that you had with her.

-It's hard to live
with secrets.

-And our killer?

What's his secret?

-OK, thanks.

-What did they say?

-Real estate agencies,
heritage associations,

no one could tell me.
-It must exist,

this house.
-Well, I...

A house with a park and body of
water, we should be able to find that.

-Yes.

-What is that thing?
That, there.

-Scaffolding.
For old houses, you need

specialised companies, right?
-That's not stupid. I'll call around.

-OK.

Alex.

Can I talk to you, for 2 seconds?
-Yes.

-2 seconds. Sorry, if I'm disturbing you
but...

-I'll be right back.

-Mm.

This is not

very good.

Don't you have any cakes left?
-The boomer wants some cakes?

You take your tripod and you go
and get them. You're pushing it man!

-I wanted to ask you...

When you...
when you were with Florence...

When... well, you were together.
-Yes, we were. But not for very long.

-I know, I know. But I wanted
to know. Is it...

Did you...

You see?

Did you...
-Yes, yes, no...

We have... a bit. I mean, we did it
once, and then she left me.

-(What was it like?)
-(Why do you ask?)

-(Because Marquet told me
that she was asexual.)

-What?!
-So, what do you think?

-I don't know.

I mean...

-(I think about her all the time.

(I can't stop thinking

(about her.)
-You fell

in love with her?

-You think she's not right for me?

-No, I...
-No, I don't,

think she's right for me.

I know she's not. We have nothing in common.
She has a boyfriend. A guy.

And then, with her father,
she's like that. Fusional.

We have nothing in common.

Hello?

OK.

That's fine. Thank you.

We got the footage for the forensics
of the Tortoni. I'll go get it.

At the Louvre.
-Great.

-To get him off your back, you
make him believe that you are

asexual?

-I didn't know what to do.
Do you think I enjoy having

my father on my back?

-Is he here because of Antoine?

-Well, yes.
-No, he's not,

it's not possible!
In addition, he's doing nothing

except eat!

It's not possible. It's too much.

-What?
I can't tell Antoine :

"Pardon, but finally
I love Manet."

-No, but... We'll...
-Commander, we are in agreement.

As far as he's concerned, I am asexual?
I am not interested

in sex.
-What's the matter?

-Uh...
The prosecutor has arrived.

-We're coming.
-I'll leave you to it.

-Is it

okay?
-It's okay.

-Thank you.

-I thank Commander Pardo
for his dedication

and his tenacity.

-(Who is it?)
-(The public prosecutor

(from Paris. The boss
of all the prosecutors in Ile-de-France.

(The big boss.)

-...that every policeman dreams of
solving.

The crime is statute-barred but
we are still looking for the works.

Commander Pardo
and his team...

-He'll talk about me. I've been
specifically called in on the investigation.

I played the role of a
of a profiler, in all modesty.

Pierre Chassagne.
-Sonia Courrège, press officer

at the Ministry of Justice. And you
are not included in his speech.

-Is this the Boston Manet?
-Yes, it is.

-Is it

in good condition?

-It seems that the canvas has not suffered

too much damage.

Nevertheless, we are waiting for...

-Let me see.

-It's exactly the same.
-Yes, it is.

-The same park, the same water.

-The renovation was done in
Argenteuil at 3 rue des peupliers.

It is invoiced to a company

Euroflex in Luxembourg.

-Type "Euroflex", to check.

-I can't say anything about the
about the investigation

but we hope that this discovery
will re-launch the investigation.

-Looks like there's nothing there.
-Yes, it does.

-Probably a shell company.

Well, we'll try to find out
who's behind it.

Well done.

-Any news on the Rembrandt?
The Vermeer?

-Is that all we have?

A search

because a postcard
looks like

the garden? I need concrete proof

that Marquet went there.

-Yes?

-Philippe, we have the interview

with "The Times".
-I'll be right there.

-Wait for me.

-Find me Leka.

There's nothing I can do now.
-OK.

-Goodbye.

(Fuck, I knew it. Fuck!)

We need concrete elements.

-Concrete? These guys are
the champions of housework!

It's only there
that we can find something concrete!

-No.
You have to follow the rules.

-The rules?
-Yes.

We'll find the culprit.
-And if we don't? This guy will never pay.

He'll go on living his life in peace.

-Have faith.

Mme. Chassagne.

-Don't worry.
I know her, she'll be back.

And anyway, I'm still here.

-Thank you, sir.

-Why are we here?

-I want to see what this
this bastard looks like.

I don't know how
how to get in.

I am not Jean-Louis,
I don't climb.

That's it.

-It's not a good idea.
-I'll get in the way.

-Madam, we don't go into
into people's homes like that.

It's not proper.
-Not proper?

And painting prostitutes
in very large format

which are reserved for religious scenes,
that's appropriate?

Sorry, but it's not the time.
-It's OK...

*-You will be put
in touch with...

-Leka is missing.

His club has closed.
-OK.

File an Interpol alert.
Thank you, sir.

*-Hello?

-Yes. Hello.
Cpt. Verlay, judicial police.

I have already been put on hold twice.

I would like the records of
of the Euroflex company, if possible.

*-I'll put you on hold.
-But... Ah fuck!

It's not true!

-I received 2 threats of complaint

for harassment!

-Harassment!
I am trying to cultivate your workforce.

And it's not a luxury.
-Stay in this office.

-Wait, no!

-Yes, that's the way it is.

*-You are going to be put in contact
with your correspondent.

*...

*Please hold,
you will be connected

*with your correspondent.

-Are you looking for

something?
-Huh? Uh...

Yes... Well... Not exactly.

I just...
I manage artistic consistency.

Good timing. Don't move.

Chardin or Fantin-Latour?

-Who is it?

-Oh yes, sorry.

They are two painters who have painted
many bouquets.

-I don't know, that's your job.
-What a pretty dress!

*-You will be put in contact
with your correspondent.

*...

-What are you doing?
-Restoring the chronology.

-Why are you doing this?

No, wait. This is mine.

It's my investigation board.
Give that to me.

And I'll put them back in the order
that I want. It's incredible!

-Your layout is abstract.

-(I know something else that's abstract.)

*-Please hold to...

*-I am not available.
Leave a message.

-Yes. Mme. Chassagne, it's me.

For someone who does not want to let go
of her daddy, you are not around much!

So uh... Call me back.

-Usually, when she doesn't call back,
it's because she's doing something stupid.

-Something stupid?

-Since she has been working
with you, I don't worry anymore.

Otherwise, I'd imagine the worst.

That she is in the grip
of murderers,

locked up in the basement

of a house.

*...

-Holy shit!

She's gone there.

You stay there.

Adèle, I'm out in the car, I'll tell you
what I am doing. I'll call you.

-Mademoiselle. Do you think that
I pay you to walk around?

Come on!

Naked!

The shoes.

Here we go.

Put it there.
Hand on the chin.

The hand like that, and look over there.

Yes.

There, and the finger like that

and you look at her. Right?

Right.

The hat! The hat is missing!
Go get it. Hold on.

Do we

have everything?

Yes.

It's in the bedroom.
No, in the hall.

Come on!

The light is changing!

-Clément Courrège ?

"Clément Courrège,
businessman in the shadows" .

-Clément!

-Yes.

That's it. Careful.

-Clément!

Don't move, I'll be back.

-Clément!

Clément!

-Oh!
-(shhh.)

(It's me.
What the hell are you doing here?)

-(I screamed.)
-(You were unaware! Come on!)

-Clément!

-(I know who the photographer is.)
-(We're not allowed to be here.)

-(Clément Courrège.)
-(What?)

-(Yes,
the brother of your prosecutor.)

-(Shit!)
-(Now, I'll shut up.)

-Why are you shouting?

What do you want?

-Still at your photos?

-They want to search the place!
-Well, you'll call me.

You're the prosecutor.
-You realize

what you are asking me?
-Tell me, were you so embarrassed

when I called

the minister to get your job.
-They will understand that it's you.

-So what?
What proof do they have?

So there you are.

In the Courrège family,
we stick together. Mm?

Don't worry.

Everything will be fine.

I've got to go. Shall we call it a day?

Give Sonia a kiss from me.

-(Shh! Come on!)

-(There, there, there!)

-He's the one who took your picture

with Emma Wurtz.
Here's your sketch.

It's not much of a likeness.

Is it your habit to lie?

Have you been threatened? Have you?
-His bodyguard.

he said

he'd kill me if I talked.

I'm so sorry. I should never have
gone to that photo shoot.

-So?
-Do you like it?

-Um, um.

-Come here. Don't move.

"The dear one was naked...

"And knowing my heart..."

-I thought they were
just going to sleep together.

-Except that it turned out badly.

-You're hurting me. Stop it!

Let go of me!

Let go of me!

-Oh! Don't touch me!

Take that!

You

bitch!

Stop

your play acting. Get up.

Get up...

Daniel!

-We'll never get her to
testify. She's terrified.

Without her testimony, we have nothing.

We have nothing.

-Who is she?

His wife?
-Yes, she is.

-I spoke to her

at the press conference.

She's not very nice.
-Isn't she?

-There,

look at her fan.

It doesn't look like
like it's late 19th century or... No ?

Doesn't that tell you anything?
-No. Why?

-You know all the paint

from A to Z. And...

A red fan.

No ? That's...

You've never seen that anywhere?
No ?

Maybe there's a link with Manet.

-Ah!

What was I thinking?

Berthe Morisot's fan.
-Ah yes! Of course!

-Yes, Manet's secret love.

And then?

Why are you talking about this?
-You are insane.

Usually,

your oyster brain is
unable to memorise

anything about art,
but the secret love of Manet,

you remember that.

Well... Let's move on.

The fan

by B. Morisot.
-("Oyster brain"...)

-Could you find me the balcony?
-Yes.

I'll check my files.

Here it is.

-Ah! There!

Can you enlarge that?
-Yes, I can.

-B. Morisot holding what?
The red fan.

In 1873,

Manet wanted to forget Berthe

and no longer wants to paint her.

But even with another model.

Can you

find me "The Railway"?
-Of course I can.

Wait a moment. Whoa!

-That's it. Even with another model,

he can't help but put
put in his hands... Enlarge.

The red fan of B. Morisot.
Here it is.

-Ah yes.

-When I think
that she ended up marrying

Edouard Manet's brother, Eugène.
-What did you say?

-Well, yes,
she had to get married.

Eugene, it was a good match.

-Clément Courrège is certainly

aware of this story of the fan.

-Would he have offered it

to his sister-in-law?

-Oh shit, they have

been having an affair.

-Mme Courrège?
-Yes?

-Can we talk to you?

-We found this

...near the body of E. Wurtz.
-What? It can't be true.

-Mme Courrège, you are involved
in this story.

There have been two murders. If you know
anything at all, say so.

-Listen to me,

I can't help you. I don't know whose
whose hair this is.

-Wait a minute, wait a minute.

This fan, is it C. Courrège
who forces you to wear it?

Is he threatening you?

-He said

he would tell Philip everything
if I didn't wear it.

I slept with him once.
And since then he's been harassing me.

He wants

to keep power over me.

When I slept with him, I realised
that I only love my husband.

-We need

your testimony.

It's the only way we can

trace it back to C. Courrège.

-No, but don't you realise?

The repercussions on my husband's
career, or mine?

I can't do this.
I'm sorry.

-Mme Courrège...

- "But Mr Chassagne, how does one
does one become a profiler at the OCBC?"

It requires great qualities.
It's not a talent

that everyone has.

"Mr. Chassagne, you have solved
so many investigations."

You know, it's mostly a team effort.

But hey,

I always bring

my little perals of wisdom.
-Good morning.

-Good morning.

-Is Capt. Verlay is not here?

Where is he?
-I don't know. He didn't say anything to me.

But he is

coming back.

-I will wait for him.

How's it going?

-Well...

-You have circled the fans.
-This? It's a false lead.

-Morisot, wasn't she the woman
that Manet secretly loved?

-Yes, she was. She was an especially
great painter.

Are you interested in Manet?

-No, I'm not.

But...

my brother knows it well.

Very well, in fact.

I'll come back.

-So he has seen

everything?
-Yes, he did.

He confessed that his wife was cheating on him.
Let's not make a big deal of it.

-So he knows

that his wife can testify and
he'll tell her to shut the fuck up.

If we had a chance

that she would change her mind,
well then, it's dead now!

-No, Captain, for once ,

my father has nothing to do with it.

-I think that

I think it's because he's a liability.
He's a liability!

-I won't allow you.
-It's been days

I've been dealing with him, he only
eats and he treats me

as... the brain

of a mollusc!
-No, oyster brains.

-The oyster brain,
it distracts you.

Bye!
-Captain!

-I can't take it anymore! Damn it!
Why shouldn't I hit him?

He's not my stepfather! We're not
not married, we are colleagues!

-Yes, we are! We are colleagues!

-Yes, we are colleagues.

-He's gone completely mad.

What a pickle, that one!
-No, I'm the pickle.

-The guy let him look at
the survey board!

-Antoine, I understand.
We are in agreement. A 100%.

We must talk to Sonia Courrège
before her husband does.

Well, where are we now?

-Sonia is at the Musée d'Orsay.

-What's she doing there?
-All the Manets are there.

She's going to

find Clément Courrège.
-He will want to prevent her from testifying.

-Go ahead, go!

Keep me informed.

-Tell me that it wasn't you
who killed that girl.

Clément...
Tell me it's not true.

-She is sublime.

I can't understand

how Manet could bear
to see her with her brother.

-The cops came to see me.
They understood about both of us.

So what?

I have to cover up a murder?
-Your husband does it well.

-What?

But... But you are a monster.

-Who made me what I am?

You did.

You made me a monster.
You are the only woman I have ever loved.

And who said no to me.

-You have to turn yourself in.

-Is that what you wanted to tell me?
-Your threats won't erase

your actions.
-No one decides for me.

Not the cops, not the judges.

Nor you.

*-P. Courrège's assistant says

that he left to join his brother
at the Musée d'Orsay. He is armed.

-He'll kill them.
Let's go! Let's go!

Hang on.

-There is a bit of traffic jam,

Sir.
-I see.

Do your best.

-Shit! Shit!

-Police! Get out of the way!

Move!

-I don't have the keys.

-We'll continue on foot.
-The car?

-I don't care!

-Enjoy your visit, sir.
-Thank you, sir.

Don't wait for me.

-Yes, sir.

-I warn you,
I will tell the cops everything.

-Oh, yeah, right. Are you ready to kill
your career?

And Philippe's?
Ruining your marriage?

You will lose everything.

-No, I won't!

-Put it down!

Are you crazy?

-I risked everything

for you, and you .

You have

betrayed me!
-Police!

-Drop your weapon.

-Drop it!

-Drop the gun, hurry up.
Put it down.

Back off.

I arrest you...

for the murders

of E. Wurtz and J.-L. Marquet.
-This is ridiculous.

You have nothing.
You can't do anything

to me.

-We'll see about that.

-Yes, Cdt. Pardo.
*-Quentin, from the Louvre lab.

-Hello, Quentin.
*-We have the results

*of the spectrometry of the Tortoni.
-Yes?

*This is a fake.

-A fake?

It's not possible. Are you sure?
*-There's no doubt about it.

*I'm sorry.

-OK. Thank you.

-30 years later, we still haven't
found a single painting

of the Boston heist. Not a single one.

Can you imagine?

And what about Jean-Louis?

-The bodyguard confessed.

He executed him
on Courrège's orders.

They will both pay dearly.

-It won't bring him back,
but it makes me feel better.

Thank you, captain.

Truly.

-You see...

I keep my promises.

My promises as a colleague.

So... which way to get
the fake Tortoni's analysis ?

-Follow me.

Are you alright ?

-Yes.

It's Psyche, right?

-Yes.

-I know the story of this.

-Do you?

-Mm.

We think she's asleep,
but she's dying.

And only love
that can save her.

That's what it's all about.

Without love, you die...

-Captain, I...

-You'll sound the alarm.

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