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-Here... -What is it?

Feel it. You'll see.

It's not your penis, I hope.

Of course not.

Why would I do that?

Yes...

Thank you. I'm sure they're beautiful.

You've been so kind to me.

You...

You've helped me a lot.

You've found your truth.

Yes

I'm working on

I'm looking for transparency.

That's good, Franck.

You have ideas, you're resourceful, tenacious...

Fanny...

Yes.

I think I love you.

That's normal, Franck.

It's called transference. It's a phenomenon in therapy.

You think so?

I have ethics.

I can't get too close to my patients.

I'm no longer your patient.

That's true.

NUDE

I found this on Lanvin's septum.

- Where's your colleague? - Sorry...

She's found something interesting.

- Hello, Corinne. - Hello, Franck.

Yes, I found powerful traces of butyl nitrite

in the victim's nose

A vasodilator.

- Poppers. - Exactly.

High concentrations of that stuff can only be found in sex clubs.

They spray it to heat things up.

People are more excited, more open...

Dilated.

Maybe Lanvin went to one of those clubs just before he died.

Maybe he died there.

They moved the body to frame the rebels.

There's a club close by. The Cheri.

I found this too.

A fibre under his nails

Probably from orange synthetic fur with sequins.

- Orange fur... - With sequins.

Thank you, Corinne.

I wonder...

Why aren't the rebels who wrote the graffiti on View?

They should have been filmed.

can't find anything. It's odd.

Isn't the surveillance system fail-proof?

Bugs can develop. The software needs regular updates.

Has anyone been reported by the public?

Not so far.

It's as if no one saw anything.

I'll run some in-depth checks.

I hope those fuckers will be caught and punished.

One of them even pooed on my desk!

Anything else?

Yes, I'd like to say you've hurt me a lot but I forgive you.

I meant workwise.

-I almost died because of you. - You often die. And you bounce back.

- No thanks to you! - What a time to say this!

All right, we'll be off.

Keep us posted. Can we have a copy of those images?

Of course.

Here.

- She's hiding something. - Yes.

She won't stop at divorce.

She'll make my life hell to punish me

or just to get up my nose.

The world does not revolve

exclusively around you, Franck.

Be discreet, okay? We must go unnoticed.

- Undercover is my thing. - There may be recalcitrants.

- How do we recognise them? - That's the point. We can't...

Of course. They'll be wearing clothes.

Everyone will. Get it?

Okay, I see. They're fetishists.

Excellent. It will remind me of my holidays in the Alps!

I expect you to behave professionally.

Good evening, darlings.

We have everything for a great night.

Wear as many layers as you like, you perverts.

This way.

Sorry.

Well, well... I know you!

Aren't you in the police?

We're off duty. We're here for a night out.

Cops can have fun too. Do you have moon boots?

Look around.

Take the zip-up ones. They're easier to take off.

After a few drinks everything gets harder.

Don't wee in the ski suits. I see all sorts here.

Is it true Jean Lanvin came here?

Not completely off duty, are we?

Still asking questions?

People get dressed quickly here.

We don't know who's who. We don't spy.

That suits us.

Look...

That's microstructured Gore-Tex.

It's sexy but doesn't keep you warm.

Lucie... Incognito!

I'll try this on.

Okay...

There must be rebels here. So the best thing...

Franck!

Come on.

Hi there...

- We're working, remember? - We can work and have fun.

- Look over there. - Yes?

Look, an orange cushion with sequins.

Maybe Lanvin was a fetishist.

He seized every opportunity to do filthy stuff with clothes.

Maybe he died here

clinging onto a cushion!

Wait...

Assuming you're right, why kill him here?

Maybe because it's the only place without CCTV.

Boom!

Okay, let's keep looking.

Whoever did it knew the place well. They must be regulars.

- They could be here. - At your command, Captain!

I'll go this way. I might discreetly question someone...

Not on the dance floor, Franck.

Right. I'll head this way.

Did you know Jean Lanvin?

Did he come here often?

Did he like the conga?

Did you know Jean Lanvin?

He invented the Transparency Law.

Thank you for your cooperation.

I'm sorry. Don't worry.

It won't stain. It's synthetic viscose.

Pujol?

No.

I recognise you! Why are you here? Are you a fetishist?

No, it's my first time. I just like tonight's theme.

Why are you here?

For the investigation.

You look nice.

I'm your commanding officer.

Have you been downstairs? There's hardcore stuff going on.

No, I won't go unless I have to.

Look... I'll go and check it out.

- To help with the investigation. - Sure. Off you go.

Sorry...

It turns you on, doesn't it?

Slut...

Dad?

Mum!

Franckie...

Is that you, son?

- You're... - Just keeping up with the times.

- Fuck! - Franckie...

I told you to keep away from guys in pom-pom beanies.

It's weird to spend so much time with clothes on.

I'm finding it disturbing.

- Are you okay? - Yes. The night started well.

Then...

the stuff I've seen...

Well, cops?

Had some fun?

- Pretty hot here, isn't it? - Too hot.

You know... it's not sex that drives people here.

It's nostalgia.

We're a testimony to the past.

Like an old song. Like Michel Sardou.

- Isn't he dead? -No.

He was sent to space as part of a colonisation program.

Come on...

The last drink's on me.

I have to close the till and take Mum back to the nursing home.

- Is she here? - Yes.

Didn't you see her under the dildo shelf?

- How old is she? -85. It's her only entertainment.

Ciao, my friends.

Ciao...

We have nothing.

We have the car.

The car...

That's it. Come on!

-I know. Follow me. - What about the free drink?

Right, then...

there's no CCTV in the club

but there's one outside.

Look!

Isn't that strange? They still have their ski suits on.

Their ski suits.

Who would go back to their car fully clothed?

Rebels. Check the number plate.

I'll do a search.

I could do with a nap.

Come with me. Come on!

Let's hurry. Get a move on!

There's movement.

Look. He's wearing pants. It's a sign.

Taking the bins out naked isn't that great, is it?

That's not the point.

On the count of three, we go. One...

Police!

You're under arrest, arsehole.

Fucking hell...

Work on your cardio. You can't keep up.

I'm going to visit your clothes shop. Come on!

Subtitles: Odile Blandeau Robyn Fallick