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30 million Euros?
He said nothing else?

No, but it was an anonymous call.

He wasn't gonna say much.

You really think the owner
of a 30-million Euro painting

is being robbed?

He said he restores artwork

and it's worth checking.
So we are.

That's all.

I told you, it's bull.

A bull making strange noises.

Oh crap.

Alex!

-Alex, you OK?
-I'm OK.

Wait!

Stop!

Antoine! Get the Monet!

Stop right there!

Antoine, the Monet!
Get the Monet!

No, no!

-Stop that thing!
-What?

Police! Stop the fucking machine!

Framing this is gonna be tough.

You think I had time to think?

It could've been anything.

How was I to know?

Drop it. We're screwed anyway.

They'll transfer us to Siberia.

Oh, come on! Stop that. Stop!

I wanted to stop a thief.

We'll explain.

Explain what?

I didn't yell loud enough?

Jesus Christ.

Just look at this.

Oh, Jesus.

-Alex, come here.
-What?

OK.

I take back what I said.

You were right to try to stop him.

THE ART OF CRIME

A Monet...

You're psychopaths.

You're both crazy.

I'm telling you,
I didn't know it was a Monet.

I didn't know.

It's a good thing

you're trying to learn
a thing or two about art...

I'm telling you... Alex, back me up.
I didn't know.

First lesson: take a masterpiece,
a piece of world heritage,

shred it up,

and rename it:
"Trash, Impression, Sunrise."

I didn't know.

You don't need an art historian.

You need a janitor.

Antoine, come here.

A Monet...

We got an ID: Stéphane Malagnac,

an art restorer.

He works freelance for museums.

We found his wallet,
minus his credit card and cash.

I don't get it. He steals a Monet,

but also credit cards,

and maybe a checkbook?
It doesn't fit.

Of course it doesn't fit.

The jerk's confusing us.
He knew there was a Monet.

-We're in deep shit, Antoine.
-I know.

Well, you shredded up a Poppy Field.

Oh no, not a Poppy Field.

-Yup. Summer, Poppy Field.
-"Summer, Poppy Field."

It was fucking Summer, Poppy Field!

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

But it looks like the canvas
is 10cm smaller than the original.

I think it's a copy.

Are you kidding me?

I need to send it to the lab
to be sure, but I'm 99.9,

nine...nine...
percent sure.

Antoine, it's a copy.

Yeah, I heard. Is that a good thing?

Yeah, of course it's a good thing!

Jesus...

Thank you, so much.

Now, don't confuse "copy" and "fake".

There are strict rules.

Copying a museum piece
requires authorization.

The size must be 20% smaller
or larger than the original.

And it's legal.

A copyist may not imitate
the painter's signature.

If you can't afford
a Van Gogh or Rembrandt,

you can just buy a copy.
It's nicer than a poster!

OK.

So, what? The killer stole

and killed Stéphane Malagnac
for this copy?

No. Perhaps he thought
it was an original.

And the anonymous tip?

Untraceable. It was a prepaid phone,
paid for in cash.

And where is
the original Monet painting?

Well... It's part of
a private collection in New York.

What?

But it was lent to the Musée d'Orsay
for an upcoming exhibit.

I want you to check
the Musée d'Orsay tomorrow, OK?

Get in touch with Leïla Perrier,
the museum director.

-Hi.
-Hello.

Impressive, huh?

Yes, yes, yes.

Are you OK?

Listen,

I've made a decision.
-What is it?

I'll try harder.

I'm going to take your father's
art history classes, OK?

-Seriously?
-Seriously.

-Really?
-Yes, really.

So I don't look like an idiot

when I talk to art dealers
and those kinds of people.

What changed your mind?

You know Rococo...?

-Yeah, the art movement?
-Yeah, well...

I thought
it was a bar in Pigalle, see?

I know exactly
what you're thinking, OK?

But given the context,
it could've been plausible.

I mean, it's such a stupid name...

-True.
-It was plausible.

I didn't say anything.

Hey, wait up!

I had nothing to do
with naming it "Rococo".

Look at that.

That's Camille.

-Huh, what?
-That's Camille Doncieux.

She was Monet's muse
and his first wife.

If you look closely...
See these three women?

He didn't use three different models.

They're all Camille.

Look. Under the umbrella,

with the green dress,

and hidden behind the bouquet.
They're all Camille Doncieux.

Mrs. Chassagne, um...

Your father can teach me this stuff.

-OK? Got it?
-Sure.

We're investigating.

We're observing
the victim's workplace,

his colleagues,

gathering info, OK?

I'm also observing. Observing
the paintings he worked on.

Fine.

-Hello, Leïla Perrier.
-Sorry. Hello.

I'm the museum director.

Pleasure. Florence Chassagne.

Captain Verlay.

Well, follow me then.

Stéphane Malagnac
was in New York last month, right?

He went to verify the painting's
condition and oversee its packaging.

Paintings pass through here
when lent to us.

There are formalities:
border control...

The painting arrived last week.

To protect them,

we wait a few days
before unwrapping them.

-Sandra?
-Yes?

Please come open it.

Would you help me, please?

Hello.

-Who sent Malagnac to New York?
-I did.

He begged us to send him.

OK. Did you ever wonder why?

No. Everyone's looking for work.
It wasn't strange.

Sorry.

And we trusted him.

Anyway, Stéphane was a top restorer.

Thank you, Sandra.

It's the right format.

-It has the signature.
-See?

-So you were wrong.
-But...

Pigments polymerize with time.

What are you doing?

Hold on, now!

If a canvas is old,
the paint resists alcohol.

Impossible...

I don't know who painted this,
but it wasn't Monet.

Did you know Stéphane Malagnac well?

Yes. He'd never have done this!

-Really?
-Laurence just died of cancer.

Uh... Who's Laurence?

His sister.

And she was my friend.

She died a month ago.

Do you have a list
of certified copyists here?

Specifically Monet specialists?

What? What is it?

Our best certified Monet copyist

is Frédéric Roussel.

Stéphane Malagnac's brother-in-law.

Laurence's husband.

Wait. Frédéric Roussel is Malagnac,
the victim's, sister's husband?

Just call him the brother-in-law.

OK, fine.

So Roussel painted a fake Monet...

...And Malagnac stole the real Monet
in New York

and replaced it with a fake.

It's a family affair.

Oh, thank you.

Excellent.

Well, at least
someone likes my coffee.

When can we know for sure
Roussel painted the fake?

-When Hugo finishes working on it.
-OK.

Did Roussel do Malagnac's copy?

For that, you'll have to clean off
the cigarette butts, diapers...

Thank you, Mrs. Chassagne.
We get it.

I sure hope so.

Let's recap.

An original Monet
is stolen in New York.

Right?

Malagnac sent a fake to Orsay.

And we found a copy at his place.

Our helpful thief
knew of the robbery

and tried to rob Malagnac.

But as luck would have it, he stole
the copy. And killed Malagnac.

Who could've known?

We know
at least one person involved...

...the guy who painted the fake.

You have to really know Monet's world
to produce such a good fake.

Very interesting.

-Oh, wow.
-What?

His garden's a replica of Giverny.

Giverny?

The village where Monet lived.

He was passionate about botany
and painted his garden until death.

-Beautiful, isn't it?
-But far to walk.

Mr. Roussel?

-Captain Verlay.
-Florence Chassagne.

Hello.

May we have a moment?

Sure.

So your brother-in-law
bought copies from you?

Once, yes.

My wife couldn't work.

Stéphane knew we needed money
to pay off the mortgage.

Camille was my light.

Six years after she died,
you painted Woman with a Parasol.

She has the same frame,

the same silhouette...

She's almost like Camille's ghost.

I loved painting her.

After she died, she kept haunting me.

This painting
was my way of saying goodbye.

It's funny, because the Poppy Field

was the one stolen in New York.

If I knew anything,
I'd have come to you, wouldn't I?

What are you implying?

I lost my both wife
and brother-in-law this month.

Almost as though

by copying Monet,
his life rubbed off on me.

He also lost his wife very early on,

and his friends.

Manet, Caillebotte, Renoir...

My wife is dead.

I'm just holding on,

and you take me for Arsène Lupin?

Why would I steal my own copy?
It's absurd.

That's exactly
what we'd like to know, Mr. Roussel.

I didn't paint a fake,

I didn't steal the painting,
and I didn't kill Stéphane, got it?

-Hugo?
-Yes.

-Do you have the results?
-Yes.

We based them off of impurities
in the pigments.

The faker used the same paint cans
as Roussel.

So unless he's got little elves
working in his studio at night...

Roussel painted the fake Poppy Field.

Your wife was accepted
for treatment in the US.

An experimental cancer treatment.

So what?

Well, you probably needed
a lot of money

to go live over there.

You asked your brother-in-law
to help you steal the painting.

He was ready to do anything
to help his sister.

The transfer of the painting
was the perfect opportunity

to swap the fake
for the original.

Right?

No? That's not it?

Yes it is.

But unfortunately, your wife died
before receiving treatment.

So what could you do?

Sell the painting? Turn yourself in?

-Maybe Malagnac panicked...
-I didn't kill him.

Where's the painting?

I don't know.

I swear I don't know.

Stéphane had it.

What's the update?

The painting isn't at Malagnac's.
We searched.

And his bank account?

We checked. Nothing.

No money coming in or going out.

The painting is somewhere!

It can't have disappeared.

Maybe he sold it
through different circles. Or...

I don't know...
He hid it somewhere.

Well, keep searching.

We can't let a Monet disappear.

Listen to me.

Claude Monet
is Frédéric Roussel's model.

-Right?
-Yes.

So Monet's wife
and Roussel's wife

died at around the same age,

both of cancer. Strange, isn't it?

What's strange?
To die of cancer in this day and age?

Of course not.
But it's a strange coincidence.

Oh, come on!

It's certainly sad,
but it isn't "strange".

Are we finished here?

It's time for your class. Shall we?

Damn.

Go ahead. It's time for your class.

And remember: Dadaism isn't a passion

for horse races.
It's an art movement.

Don't you find
Mrs. Roussel's death strange?

Life is cruel.

Why be surprised?

We didn't have enough money
for another child.

Especially if I wanted to paint.

Yes, I know.

So your wife
had one abortion after another...

which weakened her health,

and accelerated her cancer.

If I hadn't been so stubborn,

I could have kept painting her.

So?

Tell me about
Fragonard's The Bolt.

Well, your daughter
told me a bit about it.

It has hidden shapes in the bed,
and all that.

But it's pretty wild, 'cause...

She told me these were "tits".

You know? Breasts.

And this, over here, is...
It's...

A "thing"?

So you're using Fragonard's The Bolt

to talk debauchery
with my daughter?

-What do you mean?
-Well...

I'm using what?

I can't believe you.
You asked him to do this exercise!

-Moving on.
-No, not "moving on"!

Did you tell him about
the right side?

-What about it?
-What's on the right?

Go ahead.

We get it:

the lovers, the bolt, the door.

No, there's more.

Tell him about the door.
What's going on?

Don't stop there.

-Mrs. Chassagne.
-Don't "Mrs. Chassagne" me!

Does she want to open the door?

-Florence...
-No!

You think she's had enough?

That she needs to get some air?

Whatever.

I felt so ridiculous.

I'll never make it.

I used to get dizzy
when my dad came to ARCA,

and now I yell at him
about a door in a painting.

What does this door mean to you?

Nothing, really.

Nothing at all.

We were on patrol
and found the door broken.

The owner's on vacation
and should be home today.

Do you know him?

Yes. He's a notary.

He asked us to watch the house.

With this many paintings...

Had he been robbed before?

Not to my knowledge.
We've never had issues with him.

The neighbors?
What do they say?

Saw and heard nothing.
We went door to door.

-OK. Thanks.
-At your service.

Can you get an inventory
of all the paintings?

Try telling the judge
Roussel did this while in detention.

Yep... Looks like our killer
is still running free in the wild.

Find anything on the frame?

No. But we'll send it to the lab,
just in case.

What's going on here?
This is my home!

-Hello, Sirs.
-Hello.

-What is this?
-We'll explain.

You don't think
I had a real Monet at home?

It was a copy.

Bought from Frédéric Roussel!

At least 4 paintings here
cost over 30,000 Euros.

Yet the robber stole a copy
worth 3,000 Euros. Strange, no?

Look at this.

The signature here, on the bottom.

How do you explain this?

I had them add the signature after.

No kidding.

Why have a copy

if it isn't perfect?

He's telling the truth.

It's a copy. I compared sizes
with the other paintings.

Our thief has stolen two copies...

What if he's looking for the original
amongst Roussel's?

You mean, Roussel sold the real Monet
to one of his clients?

Maybe.

Thinking it's a copy,
the client buys the real one.

That's clever.

But the thief figured it out.

But why bother taking the copies?

He was in a hurry.

And the signature threw him off.

We need to find the real Monet.

It's the only way to catch him.
Right?

-Alex?
-Yes, yes. Very well.

First thing tomorrow,
you'll question Roussel's clients

who recently bought a copy
of Poppy Field.

OK. And Roussel?

He'll be put on trial.

They'll release him,
and we'll observe.

The same happened
to a collector I know.

He was robbed

and the frame was left behind
on the wall.

But it was different.

Why? How was it different?

The thief had left behind
a business card,

but this one didn't so...
They don't match.

-A business card?
-Yes.

-Here, I'll show you.
-Please do.

Here.

The business card had
De la Tour's The Fortune Teller.

She's distracting the man

while the other woman
steals his purse.

Yes, I see.

If you don't care what I say...

What is it?

Um, nothing.

Nothing at all.

You know, I've got something to do...

Yup... So... you can go.

OK? Here's your nice little coat

and your nice little purse.
OK, you can go.

I wanted to say sorry
about last night.

I acted ridiculous
during your lesson.

-It's fine.
-I was ridiculous.

No, it's fine. No worries.
And your father is... how he is.

Are you nicer
because I no longer get dizzy?

You're being so nice.

Well, listen, I...
I can be nice

sometimes.
-It's nice.

It's a relief to no longer need
your reassurance.

It's a normal relationship.

Right! That's exactly it. "Normal."

Wonderful. Go on, now.

-See you tomorrow.
-See you.

LA TOUR BUSINESS CARD
PAINTING ROBBERY

MAIN SUSPECT:
MARIE SEGHERS

NO NEW ROBBERIES SINCE 2013.
POSSIBLY DECEASED.

Commander. How are you?

I came across this. Care to explain?

I don't know...

What's your problem?

You were partners for 3 years
and don't know?

Is she alive?

There was a murder.

You want that on you?

Answer, damn it!

She told me to lie to you.

He was gonna kill her.
She had to go.

What? Who was going to kill her?

Loutchenko.

She stole his Chagall.
I swear to you.

He had to think she was dead.

She didn't have a choice.

Get out of here.

In Fragonard's The Bolt,

the left-hand side of the painting

is the most...

interesting part.

The left.

Coming?

No, I'd rather stay by the door.

Want some?

-No. No thank you.
-Really?

Hello.

You're drinking my coffee?

Yes.

Yes, OK? I like your coffee.

I didn't dare tell you.

I'd just look stupid.

But I like your coffee...

It's very good coffee. I love it.

Don't make a big deal of it.

Why did you close the door?

Well... I closed it
because I don't like drafts.

-What are you doing?
-Nothing.

I'm grabbing
Roussel's clients' addresses.

Remember? The Monet stolen
in New York, the killer, all that?

-Yes.
-OK, good.

You know, I thought about the robber
with the business cards.

Maybe he's our thief.

But maybe he changed his method.

If it were me, you know what I'd do?

I'd go to the richest clients.

See, this woman here, she's...

You don't care what I have to say.

Yes. Yes, I do.

That's a good idea.

You check if she has a Monet.

I've got something to do.
I'll meet you later.

OK? It's your job
to see if there's a Monet.

Absolutely.

Perfect.
I'll meet up with you there.

-Should I go?
-Yes!

-Have a good day. I mean, later.
-Great.

Hey.

Did you know Marie Seghers?

You stole evidence
from a crime scene.

Do you realize the trouble
we'll be in?

Will you report me?

You're a friend.
I won't report you.

Want to see my most famous case?

Here, look.

Classified as confidential.
The whole operation was messed up.

Wait, Marie Seghers worked for you?

I managed to corner her.

We reached an agreement:

no charges in exchange for her help
in disbanding a network.

She disappeared
before the operation began.

Were you in a relationship
or something?

If it is her,
let me talk to her first.

-Come on.
-I swear, it isn't to protect her.

Please.

Do it for me.

I'll let my colleague know
you own a copy.

Is the robber dangerous?

What kind of protection will I get?

Excuse me for a minute.

THIS MAY BE OUR KILLER.
ON MY WAY. VERLAY

Excuse me for a moment.

Hello Ma'am. Police.

I'm investigating burglaries.

Burglaries?

May I come in?

-Yes, come in.
-Thank you.

You have many paintings!

Yes, my husband
collects contemporary art.

I'm not a fan, but...

Captain? Can you hear me?

I'm whispering because she's here.

"Who?" The woman in the picture!

Have you let any strangers
into your home recently?

-Actually...
-Deliveryman, electrician, plumber?

Hold her? How?

That young lady over there

-Captain?
...came to ask about our Monet copy.

Hello.

I just want the guy
who's pinning it on me.

We want the same guy.

So you stole paintings by Picasso,
Rembrandt, Renoir, etc.,

yet a Monet worth 30 million Euros

is of no interest to you?

I'm a thief,

not a killer.

One thing is certain, I'd never leave
a business card for a stolen copy.

Why didn't you come to us right away?

Your crimes were forgiven.
There was no risk.

You wouldn't believe me.

I have a history with ARCA.

A "history".

May I speak with Commander Pardo?

Excuse me.

You look good for a dead woman.

If I told you,
you'd go looking for me.

It was too dangerous.

Even in jail,
Loutchenko would kill me!

Loutchenko died a year ago.

So it takes a Monet to see you again?

We took on the operation for us!

So we'd be together!

Why did you ruin it all?

I played you.

Is that what you think?

Is that it?

Alex, you know me.

I'd never kill a person.

I don't know.

When you were in his arms,
was he dressed

like in Fragonard's The Bolt?
-Yes.

-Sorry.
-No, seriously,

I'd rather be with Michel Drucker,
and that's saying something!

Stop poking fun. Help me.

I don't know, ask your therapist.

My therapist? Are you crazy?

You don't dare?

No, I don't care. That isn't it.

I'm with Verlay all day,

I won't do sessions with him, too.

I need a clear, rational explanation,
you understand?

OK, let's try.
"Fragonard psychoanalysis."

Go on.

So?

-Let me try something else.
-Hold on a moment.

Hello, Commander Pardo?

Oh, really?

It's a Roussel copy.

Another client got robbed
two hours ago.

-Camille on Her Death Bed?
-We were wrong.

The killer isn't after
the Poppy Field.

He's after Roussel's copies.

And is posing as Marie Seghers.

We found this behind the frame.

But... why steal copies?
It doesn't make sense.

Roussel must know something.

Forget about her.

So you're telling me... He painted
his wife just after she died?

Yes. It's a funeral portrait.
It was very common.

In Fragonard's The Bolt,

the left-hand side of the painting
is the most...

-Are you OK?
-Great!

So, um...
Camille on Her Death Bed

is kind of a unique painting.

Oh really?

Monet regretted painting it,

so it's as if
the painting takes on...

Excuse me.

So... You were saying
there's a problem. What is it?

What's... the problem?

Sorry?

And this is "normal."

I had to truly know Monet
to paint it.

I imagined losing Laurence.

Two months later, she was sick.

I should never have done this copy.

Mr. Roussel,
who would want your copies?

Is this your backlog?

-Yes.
-OK.

Poppy Field, Poppy Field,

Camille on Her Bed...

The stolen copies
were delivered the same day.

Yes, that's possible.

"That's possible?" Meaning...?

What were you
and your brother-in-law up to?

They're after copies for a reason.

How should I know?

My wife died.

That was my main concern.

Let's see the next delivery list.

It's all here.

Go ahead. Take your time.

I have nothing to hide!

There must be something here.

Yeah...

He's hiding something. He's lying.

Hey, you want to help me out here?

What?

What if Monet's and Roussel's wives'
deaths weren't coincidental?

Maybe we focused on the wrong thing
from the start.

Come with me.

Look. What do you see here?

Some ugly bits of paint.

OK, moving on.

We mustn't focus on
Rouen's cathedral or the hay.

The true subject

is the light changing
throughout the day.

What if we focused
on the wrong thing?

Maybe there are 2 murders.

-Come with me.
-Hold on. I don't understand.

Look, look, look.
See this? This green pigment?

-Yes.
-Yeah?

It's arsenic-based paint.

"Scheele's Green" comes in bottles.

Arsenic?

When Napoleon died,

we learned that
in small doses, it causes cancer.

Cancer?

Laurence Roussel was killed,
just like her brother?

Slowly poisoned with arsenic.

I'm 300% sure
this is Scheele's Green.

How do you write that?

S-C-H-E-E-L-E.

Found it.

The world's most discrete poison.

Shouldn't we interrogate Roussel?

I need to talk to Pardo first.

We don't know if it's a murder,

or if he even killed his wife.
We don't know anything.

You need proof?

We have to stay
objective and rational?

Can I ask you something?

Do you think that at first,
when Einstein

invented his
Theory of General Relativity,

do you think he had material proof?

No! It was in his head!

-Are you finished?
-Yes.

OK. I didn't say
we wouldn't be questioning him.

I said I need to talk to Pardo first.

See the difference?

We can find proof.

Yes, Antoine?

I can't talk. I'll call you later.

OK. Yeah. Ciao.

Well, I'm here.

What is it?

You didn't answer me yesterday.

Why I ruined it all?

I was truly in love. Really.

I didn't lie about that.

You don't have to believe me.

5 years is a long time.

Very long.

-They found me.
-Huh?

Damn it!

Marie!