All language subtitles for The Best of Us.S01E04.720p

A friend gave me them. Happy now?

Sneakers that cost 439 euros?
Are you kidding me?

Where did you get the money?

PREVIOUSLY

You didn't know about Jean and me.

How long have you been together?

- We're not exclusive.
- I still have a chance.

That's his father's rifle.

He left it to him.
It was important to Abel.

How long have you been with Benoît?

- A few months.
- You pretend to be Abel's grieving widow,

but you're sleeping with his brother?

It is human blood,
but from the blood count,

it is for autologous transfusion.

Some form of doping?

I think you're helping Manon dope herself.

Abel was going to blow the whistle.

Abel and Manon were just for show.

- What does that mean?
- Abel was gay!

- Why are you here?
- I'm a journalist.

I know who you are.

I told you to leave!

I spoke to the charity's president.

He lets Emmanuel stay
in an apartment nearby

in exchange for manning the center.

- Does he have a car?
- Yes, a dark blue Ford pickup.

I've put a search out on the plates.

We can't wait around.
We'll go to his apartment.

Emmanuel, don't move!

Put the weapon down. Drop it!

- What's going on?
- My question exactly!

What's with the blood?

It isn't what you think.

I was saving a lynx.
It got shot by a hunter.

I tried to stop the bleeding
and it escaped.

Where is it now?

At the vets in Saint Cergue.

The bullet was too deep. I'm not a vet.

Call them if you like.

We will.

Come with us.

THE BEST OF US

Hello? Yes, Benoît.

No, it's fine.
Telling them was the right thing.

Okay, love you, speak to you later.

Thanks, bye.

- Are you okay?
- Benoît is out of custody.

He told them about Abel being gay.

It will soon be leaked to the press,

maybe even before the competition.

They had to find out one day, didn't they?

If you knew how much I hate myself...

- Maybe...
- Maybe what?

He'd still be alive?

I didn't say that, Manon.

We didn't know what we were doing.

You're the one who made the decisions.

I know.

I didn't realize
how much Abel was suffering.

We were all suffering, Justine.

All of us.

Why didn't you tell me?

I couldn't betray him.

His sister said
he was seeing someone else.

A manipulator who was using him.

A journalist who did a report on him.

Frédérik Mayor?

I knew something was going on.

It didn't bother you?

I'd do anything for Abel, even share him.

What did Frédérik think?

He's not the sharing type.

The day before he died, I was with Abel

and he called Abel several times.

Abel lied and said he was tired

and had gone to bed early,
but he insisted.

Abel switched off his phone
and stayed here. He was on edge.

Why?

He was probably tired of hiding.

Lieutenant, find Mayor.

Right away.

Where were you on the night he died?

Here. I was waiting for him.

I need you to assist the police
with the investigation.

You know where I am.

The blood. Whose was it?

I don't get it. You...

You wanted someone to beat Abel?

You were sick of him being the best
and wanted revenge?

I didn't see it, but you were jealous.

Shit, don't say that...

I was cornered, Manon.

I needed money.

I didn't tell you

because I was ashamed.

What was your problem with Abel?

For fuck's sake...

Stop fucking hassling me about Abel!

Manon?

POLICE

Do you know the room number?

Room 118. He has been here for a month.

- A month?
- Yes.

Waiting for Abel to leave his ex.
That'd drive you crazy.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Frédérik Mayor,
Inspector Sissako, open up!

I'll call a team to get in there.

- You stole a key?
- Don't worry.

Wait, this goes against procedure.
We can't...

Shit, there's a password.

No way.

What is it?

This is a picture of my hotel room.

Frédérik Mayor.

Inspector Sissako.

What is all this?

A scoop for the tabloids?

So you killed your man
to make money off him?

Abel and I were getting married.
Why would I kill him?

Jealousy maybe?

I'm not a jealous person.

And the photos of Emmanuel at the center?

I wanted to know who he was.

Abel wouldn't tell me.

I don't know why. Maybe he thought

we'd kill each other.

He broke up with him the day he died.

Strange coincidence, isn't it?

That is not his version of events.

Emmanuel said they were still together
and that you couldn't bear it.

He's a junkie.
He threatened me with a rifle!

Why didn't you report it to us?

I should have.

Instead, you were snooping in my room!

Why?

To figure out who killed Abel.

When you visited Nelly Guérin,

what was your goal?

You think she killed her son?

I wanted to meet his mother.

Abel kept putting off

introducing me to her.

He didn't want to disappoint her.

I wasn't in Bonneval when Abel was killed.

I was in Geneva for a meeting.

Can anyone confirm that?

Yes, Geoffrey Jourdan,
the skier I was interviewing.

Well, we'll check.

Yes.

I told you it was down here.

Did you look everywhere?

It's not here, we checked.

Do you know where he put it?
Did you see it?

I don't know. Look under there.

There's nothing.

I told you. It isn't here.

I bet he stole it.

He didn't. It was right here, I swear!

What was that?

I didn't hear it.

What are you doing in there? Who are you?

Aren't you Oumar's sister?

Nice sneakers.

They're expensive, right?

Your brother stole from me.

I don't know what you mean.
I was a kid when he died.

Well, now that you're older,
it's time to pay it back.

Kayla?

Is that you?

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm just washing my hands.

No, I promise.
I haven't been down there alone,

and I'm wearing my stupid old sneakers.

Look.

See? Happy now?

Kayla, listen.

If anything happens,
even if it's tiny, call Nadia.

Understand?

You've told me a thousand times.
I heard you, Awa.

I love you, my little cream bun.

I love you too, favorite sister.

Kiss, kiss.

JUSTINE
DEVOTED SISTER

EVERYONE'S FRIEND, UNDER PRESSURE
BRUISES, PREOCCUPIED

EMMANUEL, CONFIDANT, LOVER
FRÉDÉRIK MAYOR, JOURNALIST

Hi.

Can I join you?

Sure.

Want some?

Let me read your mind.

I'd advise against it.

It's a mess-up there.

Yeah, it seems so.

That's it.

It's as if...

you're afraid to be happy.

Did you become a shrink?

I preferred you as a secret agent.

You were more fun.

I care about you. That's all.

I didn't ask for this, Edouard.

Wait...

I had a brother.

He was called Oumar.

He fell off the roof of our building

on the estate

when he was 16.

I don't know what happened.

But for years, it has been eating me up
and I don't know what to do.

My brother died

and I couldn't stop it.

I'm a fucking cop.

I think you're right.

I think...

I think I need a shrink.

The blood tests say it's Théo Grangier.

I have to question him. Sorry.

That's the nail in the coffin.

If this doping story leaks
before the competition...

it'll kill us.

I'll be discreet about it. Don't worry.

Thank you.

Théo? Sorry, could you come here a second?

You need to take off your skis
and follow me.

- Why?
- Do as I say. Take them off and follow me.

I've just spotted the sports director.
Excuse me?

Have specific measures been put in place

for the athletes' safety?

The athletes have nothing to fear.

All elite competitions
have security measures

and this one is no exception.

- And the investigation?
- It is not my place,

but nobody is at risk.

I would also like to announce
that Théo Grangier has withdrawn

due to injury.

- Thank you, Mr. Grandclément.
- Thanks.

This is Sophie Parc for Info 24.

Yes?

I'm coming. I'm just downstairs.

See you soon.

Hi, Edouard.

- How are you?
- Good.

- What's going on?
- It's the World Cup tomorrow, Awa!

- Okay. Hope it goes well. Bye!
- Bye!

- Morning, Lieutenant.
- Inspector.

Catherine Mandrillon must be happy.

Her hotels must be overflowing.

What do we have?

We checked and Mayor did interview
the skier between 1 and 2 p.m.

But he had time to get back here
because it's a three-hour drive.

Right, so he could have been lying.

Possibly.

And the search?

Martina found
a biathlon rifle in his room.

- A rifle in his hotel room?
- Yes, this one.

We sent it to ballistics.

So Frédérik Mayor left the murder weapon

in his hotel room?

I thought he was smarter.

What about his cell phone?

We found some texts
that bordered on harassment.

He'd send 20 messages,
one after the other, to Abel

if he didn't get an answer.

Like, "Where are you? With whom?
What are you doing? Call me."

The day before Abel was killed,
they were more specific,

like, "Emmanuel is manipulating you."

"You have to come back.
Are you still there?"

Hello? It's ballistics.

Yes.

Okay, great. Thank you.

The rifle we found in Mayor's room

is the murder weapon.

What rifle?

The one we found in your hotel room.

The only rifle I have ever had

is in my parents' garage
in the suburbs of Geneva.

- You can check!
- And yet, I'm not making it up.

It must have a serial number on it!

No, it was filed off.

What the hell is this?

The evidence is overwhelming.

Your prints are on the gun.

- What?
- Do you know Jean Faure?

Yes, I interviewed him as a coach.

I met that bastard through Abel.

- Not a friend of yours then?
- No.

He was homophobic.

I never understood
why Abel admired him so much

or why he put himself through all that.

The night Jean Faure was killed,
you were in Bonneval.

I don't like what you are implying.

Abel was going to quit after the World Cup

and move to Switzerland with me

to open his training center
for young sportspeople.

A place where they would be able
to own their differences

and make them a strength, not a weakness.

Understand?

- I had no reason to kill Jean Faure.
- Because you had one for Abel?

The two aren't connected.

Someone is framing me.

I won't let them get away with it!

Inspector!

- No custody?
- Not yet.

- I have to call the judge.
- I don't get it.

- It all points to him.
- I wouldn't say so.

I think his motive is
actually pretty shaky.

I need to figure out this love triangle.

I need more information.

Martina, I'd like
to see Frédérik Mayor's rifle.

It's on its way
to the courthouse as evidence.

But there was no rush.

It was Lieutenant Salvi's decision.

Do you have a photo of the rifle?

Where was it in Frédérik Mayor's room?

On top of the bedroom closet,
stashed behind a suitcase.

Has his computer been sent off too?

No, I think they're still working on it.

But I have his photos
if you're interested.

Yes, I am.

Right...

Wait.

Can you zoom in?

Is there a problem?

No, just a detail that needs checking.

- Can you send the photos to my cell?
- Of course.

It seems
that Swiss journalist killed Abel.

Where did you hear that?

Achille came by last night.

He's being questioned.

Were they an item,
this journalist and Abel?

Yes, they were.

I didn't want to see it.

I always thought
that Abel would marry Manon,

that they would start a family

and that it would pass.

Frédérik Mayor came here
a few days after Abel was killed.

He photographed this rifle.

- Do you remember?
- It's Abel's father's rifle.

Can I see it?

- Why?
- I need to check something.

That's strange. It was here yesterday.

- Are you sure?
- Absolutely.

When Frédérik Mayor was here,
did he handle the rifle?

Yes, he put it down on that table.

Thank you, Mrs. Guérin.

I'll call Justine.
Only she could have taken it.

No, don't worry. There's no need.

Your daughter has
other things to worry about.

Why doubt him?

His prints are on the gun.
What more do you need?

Mayor only handled the rifle
three days after Abel's murder.

He could have stolen it and put it back.

You mentioned his talent for breaking in.

Why would he have led an investigation

in the wildlife sanctuary

and my hotel room if he were guilty?

You have something in mind,
so spit it out.

Two people had access
to the murder weapon.

Justine and Lieutenant Salvi.

Discount the mother. The rifle was
removed on the night of the murder

and put back in its place.

What are you planning to do?

I'd like you to give me some time
to follow this lead.

There's no hurry.

I hate to contradict you,
but I am very much in a hurry.

Yes, okay. Thanks, Your Honor.

No, wait...

That snow is the making of her.

Sorry, excuse me. Sorry.

Excuse me, sorry.

Hey, wait!

I'm very sorry. Edouard?

Sorry, sir. Edouard, I need your help!

- Pass!
- Your directional mics,

the ones you used at the center
to record the animals.

It can capture audio from how far?

I'll just give this gentleman his keys.

- A double room with a view.
- Please!

From 400 meters.

It depends on the wind or rain...

Great. We don't have a choice.

- Huh?
- Get your equipment ready. Wait...

Can you pick up my hire car?

- No, Awa, I...
- Is there Wi-Fi?

- Yes, you get great signal.
- Here you go, ma'am.

You'll find my car at this address.

I can't. They'll kill me!

Meet me at the police station.
I'm counting on you.

- Awa, it's impossible!
- Thanks. See you!

Room 2, please, for Mr. Menegazi.

You cut in front of me.

I'll be right back.

BACK IN FIVE MINUTES

Yes?

Hello, sorry to interrupt.

Lieutenant, can I talk to you?
It's important.

Of course.

I'll be right back.

What's wrong?

This.

It isn't Frédérik Mayor's rifle.

It was Abel's father's.

I just spoke to Nelly.

The rifle isn't in its usual spot.

I don't know how,
but it ended up in Mayor's room.

There must be an explanation.

There is only one person
who had access to that weapon.

Justine.

I think Justine planted the gun
in Mayor's room

in an attempt to accuse him.

I asked Martina to bring her in.

Achille, I know you have feelings for her,

so I don't want you there
while we are questioning her.

Of course, I understand.

I'll find Martina.

Yeah, it's me.

Meet me at the chapel
on the road out of Bessans.

Don't answer your phone
and wait for me there. See you soon.

- Edouard, get out!
- Hey, I know how to drive.

Come on. Get out!

Seriously?

Put your seatbelt on.

Shit.

Isn't this a bit inappropriate?

Where are you going, Sherlock?
He went right!

- Here, Awa.
- Thank you.

It's not working.

I can't remember how to do it
because I'm stressed!

- Is it on?
- No!

- It is, look.
- I did it for you.

Now, it's working.

You took Abel's rifle?

- What for?
- I wanted...

I wanted to corner Mayor.

I needed proof
and he was a perfect suspect.

I did it for you, to protect you.

From what?

From her! The inspector.

She won't give up. I know what you did.

I know! I know that you killed Abel.

What are you talking about?

Is it recording?

- Are you sure?
- Yes!

You're not making sense.

Jean told me

when he was released.
I didn't want to believe it.

He asked me to create a procedural flaw

in his sexual assault case.

He wanted to give you up.

I followed him to the armory
and shut the door.

You killed Jean?

You killed Jean?

I was out of my mind.

You killed Jean!

He was a scumbag anyway.

We can get out of this. Come with me.

We'll be in Italy in an hour.
We can go anywhere.

I'll take care of you. I'll...

I'll look after you.
I'll protect you, please.

Shit.

Get in.

Get in.

Wait, what are you doing? Justine?

What are you doing?

- Put it down.
- Justine!

Achille, get back.

- Achille, get back.
- Okay.

Justine...

Put the gun down. Justine.

Look at me.

You're going to be all right.

Put the gun down.

Justine!

Stop!

You're okay.

Lieutenant?

Lieutenant Salvi!

Lieutenant!

I'm arresting you

for murdering Jean Faure.

Fuck.

He called to tell me the rifle had jammed.

It's not working.

I can't compete with it.

I told you it was too old.

Relax.

You're the best, okay?

I wanted to use it for Dad
in my last competition.

Your last competition?

I'm leaving.

After the World Cup, I'm quitting.
I can't hide anymore.

I met someone and I want to live my life

- my way.
- Wait, Abel.

I know you're under pressure...

I'm not under pressure.

You can't give it all up for some fling!

For once,
let me decide how I live my life.

What's wrong?

You were happy with my solutions

when you couldn't come out, remember?

You wanted to be a champion.

Well, you were wrong.

Okay.

It's easy to criticize

when you're the star.

Stop saying that.

You have no idea

what I have been through to get here.

You never really cared about me.

I never cared about you, Abel?

Are you hearing yourself?

Not everything revolves around you!

There are other people,
like me, for example.

Did you ever consider how I felt?

The humiliation I've been through?

Mom only had eyes for Abel.
Abel, this! Abel, that!

Benoît and I never got a look in.
We were invisible!

Okay, go home
and we'll talk in the morning.

No, we won't, Abel!

I have always been there for you.

I gave you everything, Abel!

Come on, please. Give me...

Stop it! I hate it when you're like this.

Don't you want something different?

Don't you want to enjoy your life?

Don't you want to have a family and kids?

Wait,

now you're worrying
about what I want in life?

I never asked for this.

You never asked for it
because you had it all.

I was always there for you.

I know.

But I've grown up.

You need to as well.

Because I don't need you anymore.

Sorry.

The rifle was jammed.

It shouldn't have gone off.

I killed him,

with our father's rifle.

I ran away.

I ran away.

MOM

Hello, Mom?

What do you mean?

Manon, please, any comments?

How are you coping with the revelations
about Abel's sexuality?

Ms. Mandrillon!

Was Abel the victim
of homophobia in the team?

He was going to come out

after the World Cup. Is that true?

Manon, could you tell us about Abel?

Abel and I met when we were kids.

We grew up together.

We had...

a connection.

We were close.

Hey, this is Kayla's voicemail.

I'm busy right now.

Abel was someone

who was incredibly generous,

and he...

would help anyone and everyone he met.

I owe him a lot.

But he was suffering.

He confided his pain
and unhappiness to me first.

He wanted to send...

a message of love,

acceptance,

and respect.

So with...

with my friends on the French team,

we will try to live up to it.

I want him to be proud of us.

For Abel!

The best of us!

Where is the money?

- I don't know.
- Tell me!

36,000 euros, for fuck's sake!

Tell me where it is! Tell me!

Do you want to go over the top?

And end up down there?

Do you want that too?

Do you? Tell me!

Shit, Sami.

You pushed Oumar?

- Wait.
- Step back!

Stop.

Further.

Get behind the railing.

I didn't want to. I swear!

Get behind the railing!

Awa, stop!

Police! Climb back over the railing!

Don't move!

Don't move!

Don't move.

Turn around.

Hands behind your back.

Let's all calm down.

Awa!

Keep moving.

Move it.