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Congratulations, Abel!

THE BEST OF US

I swear on my mom, on my whole family.

I'm telling you, it wasn't me.

Don't you get tired of swearing on your mom?

Why don't you give your family a break?

I've heard two hours of bullshit. Who is the guy in the photo?

-It clearly isn't me. -Is that right?

Who is this then?

Who is it?

Because the guy on CCTV looks exactly like you.

Doesn't he?

I swear it isn't me. I don't deal.

I'm not into that.

I was asked to drive a truck, that's all.

Soufiane, quit messing me around!

Who is the guy in the photo?

-Lady, you're outta line. -It's Inspector to you.

You know what?

You can ask your twin brother to visit you in prison.

Aren't you investigating that guy who fell off a roof five years ago?

Don't play games with me.

I'm being serious.

I was there that day.

With everyone else.

I saw everything.

Tell me.

Get me out of here first.

Take him away.

Come on. Move it.

Thanks, lady, until next time.

POLICE

Oumar!

Oumar!

Oumar!

No!

No!

-Everything all right? -Yeah.

I think we're good. We've got him.

Can you call the DA to get a court date?

I promised my sister and mom that I'd eat with them.

Can you reheat it? Because it's late.

Damn it.

Soufiane wanted to sell me the name of the guy who pushed my brother.

You don't believe his bullshit, do you?

No.

He was shot from a distance.

That's all I know for now.

Have you told his family?

I'll handle it.

May I take the weapon?

Thank you.

This is going to blow up.

Come on... Yes!

Half past ten.

You're getting better.

Working late won't get you a husband, my girl.

Hello to you too.

And I'm just fine on my own.

-So, how's Kayla? Is she in bed? -Yes.

Since ten minutes ago.

Okay, I'll pop my head in.

How is my favorite little sister

who is pretending to sleep?

Even though she was on her phone?

How are you?

-Are you all right? -It's really late!

Yeah, I know. You're right.

But I'll have more time this weekend.

-My little cream bun! -Don't call me that!

So, tell me...

What were you looking at on your phone?

A tutorial on how to get perfect eyeliner on the first try.

Listen, Kayla, you're 14.

I have nothing against eyeliner,

but it shouldn't become a life goal.

Are you listening?

MAISSA SISSAKO AND HER CHILDREN ARE DEEPLY SADDENED

TO ANNOUNCE THE DEATH OF OUMAR SISSAKO

What is it, Mom?

Listen...

It'd be nice to do something special for the five years since Oumar's death.

What do you think?

Yeah.

Maybe the neighbors could help out.

I don't know, Mom.

I don't know.

Having trouble sleeping, Your Honor?

Abel Guérin has been killed.

-Abel Guérin? The biathlete? -Yes.

You called the wrong person because I know nothing about sport.

Who cares? The World Cup stage is in eight days in Bessans.

The economic and political stakes are huge for the region.

You're taking the first train tomorrow. I put you on the case.

THANK YOU ABEL

POLICE STATION

We're here, Inspector.

Thanks.

-Hello, there. -Hello.

-Inspector. -Can I speak with Lieutenant Salvi?

-This way. -Thanks for coming.

-Sorry for the bother. -Lieutenant Salvi.

Hello, I'm Inspector Sissako.

-Inspector, welcome. -Thank you.

This is Jean Faure, the French team's shooting coach.

He was signing his statement.

He was the last to see Abel alive.

Bye, Jean, thank you.

Under what circumstances?

Me?

You were the last to see Abel Guérin alive.

Under what circumstances?

Well...

We finished training at 5:30 p.m., and Abel wanted to do another circuit.

A circuit?

To carry on training.

Was that a habit of his?

Abel is a perfectionist.

He had a photo shoot in the morning with one of his sponsors

and that set him back.

Is it normal for a champion like Abel Guérin to train alone?

No, I wanted to stay with him.

But the idiot sent me packing.

For something stupid.

Meaning?

The shoot in the morning

for a teen girl magazine.

We had words. I said what I thought. He took it badly.

Then what did you do?

What do you mean?

When he left to do his circuit, what were you doing?

I accompanied my team to the armory

like I do every day. We put the equipment away,

cleaned the rifles and I went home.

Alone?

Achille, what's going on here?

Don't get upset. It's nothing, just procedure.

-Fine. -Did you go home alone?

Yes, alone.

Thank you, Mr. Faure.

Thanks.

You'll have to excuse him. He's in shock.

He and Abel were close. He was like his father.

Shall we go to the crime scene?

Yes, okay.

-Let's go. -Do you have anything warmer to wear?

What have you got?

LOST AND FOUND

-Thank you. -Thanks.

Find anything you like?

I don't need to like it,

but if I could find shoes in my size, that'd help.

Gotcha!

Did Abel Guérin have a girlfriend?

Manon, she's a biathlete in the French team.

Still together?

Right.

I think I'm ready.

Shall we?

-Secure it behind us. -Hello.

Lieutenant Julian,

this is Inspector Sissako from Grenoble.

-Inspector. -Could you bring her up to speed?

Hello, Lieutenant. Well?

Given the head-on impact,

we think the shooter was near the snow groomer.

The weapon by the body wasn't used to kill him.

Okay, thank you.

Careful of the tracks! Go around!

Lieutenant?

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

Sorry, it's just Abel was our champion.

He was a role model for the kids. We watched him grow up.

We all loved him.

Apparently not, Lieutenant, and here's the proof.

He was shot in the head in cold bold.

-Sorry, Lieutenant, can I ask a favor? -Of course.

Could you give me a two-minute briefing

on biathlon for dummies?

Yes, so...

The athletes ski cross-country over five laps of three kilometers.

After each lap, they come here.

They shoot twice lying down and twice standing up.

If an athlete misses a target,

they do a penalty lap.

Any details on the time of death?

Yes, between 5:30 p.m., when training finished,

and 9:25 p.m., when the body was found.

Who found the body?

Justine, his sister. She's also his press officer.

Here, Mom.

I'm sorry,

but I have to ask you some questions.

Of course.

Lieutenant Salvi told me that Abel had phoned you.

I was at home.

Abel said he thought that someone was watching him, that...

-he was being followed. -You should've called Achille.

I know.

I offered to join him, but Abel started laughing

and said, "Forget it. I'm just paranoid."

He never freaks out like that,

so I was worried and got in my car.

When I arrived,

he was on the ground and there was blood everywhere.

He was my little brother.

I couldn't believe it.

He couldn't be dead.

Was it the first time he had talked about being followed?

My brother was very reserved and secretive.

He kept himself to himself.

That's why I was worried.

Something wasn't right.

When you got to the shooting range,

did you notice anything out of the ordinary?

-I don't know. I'm not sure. -Take your time. It's important.

I don't know. It was snowing. I can't help you, sorry.

It's going to be fine. I'm right here.

When I was pregnant with him, I knew he'd be a champion.

Did I imagine it or is something going on between you and Justine Guérin?

Let's just say that she can rely on me. That's all. She knows that.

But still...

The photo of Nelly Guérin with her son's gold medal

hanging above the mantelpiece...

Doesn't seem very healthy to me.

Nelly has always projected her ambitions onto her children.

Why? Is biathlon something important in their family?

Absolutely.

First, the father, but he died ten years ago.

Justine did sports studies, but she had to quit due to asthma.

And Benoît too, but...

Benoît, his brother? His younger brother?

Yes, the middle child.

Is he a biathlete too?

He was born with skis on his feet and a rifle in his hand,

but he always refused to compete at an elite level.

-I bet his mom was thrilled. -Exactly. Got it in one.

What about the relationship between Abel Guérin

and his girlfriend, Manon?

What were they like?

Pretty steady, I think. They've lived together for three years.

What do Manon's parents do?

The Mandrillons own local businesses.

They have guesthouses, bars, restaurants, etc.

I see.

Achille is here with some stranger.

It's best to stick to what we agreed on.

Do you know if Abel felt he was in danger?

In danger? Not at all.

This was his kingdom.

Everybody adored him.

What about his fans?

Were they invasive?

Did they follow him around?

Abroad, maybe.

But here? Not at all. Isn't that right, honey?

Sorry, Mrs. Mandrillon, if you don't mind, I'd rather

talk to your daughter alone if that's all right?

Yes, of course.

Manon, can we go onto the balcony?

What is she doing here?

Aren't you capable of handling this on your own?

How did you and Abel meet?

We grew up together, here, in Bonneval.

We became close friends while we were studying.

He always supported me.

I was hopelessly in love with him.

But back then, he only had eyes for sport.

Do you think this could jeopardize the World Cup?

Everything is fully booked.

What? What's wrong?

Sorry, but with all the renovations,

it would be disastrous for us.

How do you live with a champion when you're an elite athlete yourself?

It can't be easy to deal with.

Yeah, that's true.

There was a lot of tension,

especially when we were competing.

You focus on your performance and only think about yourself.

Were you supposed to meet up last night?

He said he was training late, so I ate here, with my parents.

When Justine called to tell me,

I slept here.

I understand.

Manon! Wear this or you'll catch a cold.

Thank you, Manon.

-Inspector, a few words? -Lieutenant?

-Let us through. We have nothing to say! -Please! Just a few words!

We have nothing to say.

-I tried so many times-- -Wait one second.

-Lieutenant? -Yes?

The search of Abel and Manon's home came up empty.

No evidence directly linked to the murder was found.

I authorized the search to save time.

Good thinking, Lieutenant.

-Any sign of intrusion? -No, no sign of forced entry.

His phone is missing.

We scanned the area. It is switched off.

I checked three months of phone records.

His last call was to his sister, Justine, at 8:50 p.m.

-How long did it last? -Fifty-one seconds.

Are there other frequent contacts?

Oh, yes. His mother, several times a day.

She must be very chatty

because I never know what to say to my mom.

When I say several times, it's four or five. Some days...

-Martina, facts only. -Sorry.

So...

With Justine and Manon, it's mainly texts.

Professionally,

he has almost daily contact with Jean Faure and Hugo Grandclément.

Who is Hugo Grandclément?

Sports director of the French team.

Any calls with his brother, Benoît?

No calls or texts.

Okay, is that all?

No,

he has regular contact with a sports journalist from Switzerland.

-Frédérik Mayor. -Frédérik Mayor...

-Who's he? -Yes, Gladys?

He did a report on Abel at the last Olympics.

I see.

Thank you, Martina.

I need to visit Abel and Manon's house.

We turned it upside down. I swear.

I'm not doubting your work. It's for me. It's personal.

I need to understand how Abel lived.

Of course, Inspector.

The ME wants to see us.

Right. Let's go.

-Inspector! -Yes?

-Abel and Manon's keys. -Thanks.

I called because I found something surprising.

See those bruises?

The cold affects things, but they are recent.

How recent?

A few hours before his death.

Four maybe five, but no more than that.

It isn't just a bad fall.

It was a fairly violent altercation

with someone who was pretty powerful

and at least as tall as him.

Four or five hours before 9:25 p.m...

He was training.

So it was someone on the team?

Maybe, but it looks violent.

Given his size and the bruising,

the other person must be bruised too.

Logically, yes.

I'll call the athletes in, first thing tomorrow.

-Okay. -Thanks, Gladys.

Thank you.

Bye, Inspector.

Can I help you?

Yeah, if you work here.

I think I have a room reserved under the name Sissako,

Awa Sissako.

Nice to meet you. I'm Bond, James Bond.

Sorry, that was a terrible joke.

Follow me.

Sissako...

Right...

So, you're a secret agent?

My code name is Edouard, but I'm undercover, so...

-No one would suspect you. -I'm not sure how to take that.

You indeed have a room for tonight and your bag was left here.

-Shall I show you the way? -Gladly.

Breakfast starts at 6:30 every morning.

There is coffee or tea, and if you have any requests,

that's what I'm here for.

I can carry my own bag.

It's fine.

Here's the dining area.

Breakfast, lunch, dinner...

Half board, full board, no board...

The rooms are here.

Wait.

He had just achieved 12 consecutive victories...

Did you know Abel Guérin?

Only by name. I'm not from round here.

That makes two of us.

Can I take this?

-Of course. -Thanks.

Here. Room 15. How long will you be staying?

Not long. I hate the cold.

-Thank you. Good night. -Good night.

It's fine. I can manage, thanks.

...is with us to pay tribute to him.

Over to you.

Frédérik Mayor, I know you knew Abel Guérin very well.

Could you tell us about him?

Yes, I met him during the last Olympic Games

and the documentary came after that.

I discovered how engaging he was

and how he used his fame for good causes.

Abel was one of the good ones.

"THE BEST"

EVERYONE'S FRIEND UNDER PRESSURE

BEING FOLLOWED BRUISES FROM FIGHTING

When he left to do his circuit, what were you doing?

Achille, what's going on here?

When I was pregnant with him, I knew he'd be a champion.

He never freaks out like that, so I was worried.

JUSTINE DEVOTED OLDER SISTER

There was a lot of tension, especially when we were competing.

This was his kingdom. Everybody adored him.

OVERBEARING MOTHER

BENOÎT YOUNGER BROTHER NO LONGER IN CONTACT WITH ABEL

A DOG, MAN'S BEST FRIEND...

ABOUT US

OUR VALUES

Hugo Grandclément, the sports director, is currently being questioned.

Abel was in a fight a few hours before he was killed.

Abel? Are you sure?

Yes, we have proof.

I've never seen him lose his temper.

Did he have any rivals in the team?

Everybody and no one.

There might be some low blows

because of the sacrifices involved, but to kill someone...

You have no idea.

I would say that Abel's biggest rival was Abel himself.

What do you mean?

Like all champions, winning a sporting event

at this level starts in the mind.

Give us a few words.

Please, Dimitri?

Does Abel Guérin's murder threaten to jeopardize the World Cup stage?

Sorry, I'm not allowed to answer.

Théo, do you think training will start up again?

I know as much as you. Nothing.

Sorry, the athletes are here.

With their trainer?

-Jean Faure? -Yes.

You want to see him?

Yes, I want to see everyone.

Jean is in Geneva all day.

I asked him to be my representative to the foreign delegations

to anticipate the possible postponement of the World Cup.

Well, at least you have your priorities.

I'll let you get dressed.

I didn't find any bruising.

Okay, thank you.

Théo Grangier, hello.

Please take a seat.

How do you know Abel?

I met him when he joined the French team when he was 18.

He dropped in like a cannon ball and has won everything ever since.

Was there any rivalry?

When I race, I race to win.

I always wanted to beat him.

Plus, this time, I had a chance of winning.

Why?

I don't know.

This year, he seemed more fragile.

Have you ever seen him lose his temper or lash out at anyone?

I've heard things, but I don't believe them.

What kind of things?

Dimitri, tell me.

It was at the Olympics, on our last night.

The federation laid on drinks at the hotel.

A young biathlete was there. She was clearly there for Abel.

The next day, as we were leaving,

officials from the Swiss delegation showed up.

The girl was Swiss?

She said that she had been a victim...

of sexual assault.

Was Abel accused of anything?

Nobody knew what had happened.

Hugo told us that she was making it up, that she had drunk too much.

Ever since we got home, it's like it never happened.

How old was she?

I'd say about 15.

-She was a junior. -Can you remember her name?

Thorens, I think. Aurélie...

or maybe it was Amélie.

Could you wait one second?

Lieutenant?

Sorry, can I borrow you for a minute?

Yes, of course.

-Excuse me. -Of course.

What is it?

Have you heard of an Amélie or Aurélie Thorens?

Yes, Amélie Thorens is a Swiss biathlete.

It seems she was sexually assaulted at the Olympics and Abel was involved?

Yeah, no... That story has no truth to it.

Because you knew?

When were you going to tell me?

I didn't mention it because it's a rumor.

At the time, I asked Hugo about it, but he was clear. Abel didn't touch her.

And you believe him?

She didn't press charges. She could have, but she didn't.

That doesn't mean she wasn't a victim. Maybe she was talked out of it.

Okay, fine. By whom?

I don't know. The Swiss and French federations?

Maybe they agreed to cover it up and pressured the girl.

Try asking, Justine, his sister. She was there.

Where does she live?

Since Abel died, she's been at her mom's.

Meanwhile, I'd like you to find Amélie Thorens.

I want to know what happened.

Yes, okay.

Thank you.

Right away.

-Hello, Justine. -Hello.

Can I talk to you? It won't take long.

I wanted to know more about the rumors

surrounding Amélie Thorens at the last Olympics.

Do you know her?

Can we stay outside?

I don't want my mother to hear.

I understand.

Nothing happened at the party.

Maybe not at the party, but--

No, never. Nothing happened. I know.

Then where are the rumors coming from?

Why was Abel accused?

People try to drag you down when you're in the spotlight.

It could be a jealous athlete.

But not Amélie. I'm sure of it.

Did your brother see her again?

I'm sure they crossed paths at competitions.

There was no bad blood.

Listen, I...

I won't let people spread lies about my brother.

-Understood. -Justine!

-I have to go. -And your mother? How is she?

She'd rather trade places with Abel.

What about you?

How are you?

I think you're the first person to ask me that.

My brother is gone.

I've lost a whole part of myself.

Sorry.

Are you all right?

Yes. Have you managed to trace Amélie Thorens?

Yes, so, the Lieutenant contacted the Swiss federation.

She was meant to go to Austria to prepare for the World Cup,

but she never made it.

No trace of her.

Right, and nobody is concerned about that?

Listen, keep searching. Cast the net wide.

-Yes, Inspector. -Thank you, Martina.

Right.

Yes, Amélie Thorens.

T-H-O-R-E-N-S.

Can you check the hotel records in Bonneval and the surrounding area?

This is from rimfire ammunition,

similar to the bullet that killed Abel.

It was shot from a .22 Long Rifle, 5.5 caliber.

A biathlon rifle.

And a good one.

It was snowing that night, forming a veil,

like a curtain,

so you need experience.

So you're saying it was a biathlete?

Someone involved in biathlon, yes.

Like Amélie Thorens.

Did the Swiss authorize us to trace her phone?

Not yet. I'll chase them up.

Yes, do that.

I'll check the weapons of the French team.

I'll keep you updated.

-Thanks, Julian. -Thank you.

There's no trace of Amélie Thorens in Bonneval.

Maybe she's visiting friends

or in accommodation not listed online

-or in someone's hotel room... -Or maybe she's camping!

So, Amélie Thorens.

Huh? Yeah.

-Evening. -Evening.

Could I get a beer?

Sure, but I have something better.

There.

Mexican-style!

That's so kind of you. Thanks.

-Sorry, I'm starving. -So I see!

What brings you to these parts? Are you a biathlete?

No, not exactly.

I'm an inspector.

Inspector Sissako. I'm investigating Abel Guérin's murder.

Wait, you're a cop?

Police officer.

No, you're kidding.

Nope.

You seem pleased.

Usually, guys get all cagey.

I have to show you something.

Follow me.

The night Abel died, I was out recording for a friend's documentary

about endangered species

and I came across this...

May I?

Sure.

Is the fifth shot different?

-Yeah. -The bullet that killed Abel?

What time was it?

9:19 p.m.

Yes, that fits.

Can I listen to it again, please?

What time did you start recording?

I finished my shift at 3 p.m.

I got everything ready and was on the slopes by 4 p.m.

Four o'clock.

-Have you listened to it all? -Mostly, that's all there was.

I need to be sure.

-Can I borrow your SD card? -Sure.

-Here. -Edouard, this is...

Thank you so much!

Buying this was totally worth it.

SPEED MULTIPLIER

I've got something!

There's a lot of wind.

The sound guy must be close.

What exactly do you think you know?

No, Jean, not you!

-You didn't! Tell me you didn't! -You've better things to be doing...

Did he just say "Jean"?

Stop!

He had us all fooled, didn't he?

Can we listen to it again?

No, Jean, not you!

You didn't! Tell me you didn't!

You've better things to be doing than listening to them.

-We're done! -Stop!

Are you going to stab me in the back?

I'm gonna kill you! I'll kill you!

No way. Jean would never harm Abel.

The threat was clear.

Bring him in, first thing.

Mr. Jean Faure, Inspector Awa Sissako, open the door!

Mr. Jean Faure!

Jean Faure, it is 6 a.m. You will now be placed in custody

for the intentional homicide of Abel Guérin.

Come with us.

You can call a lawyer.

-A lawyer? -Yes.

What for? I haven't done anything wrong.

Please.

Come with us.

You've gone soft in the head.

Abel was like a son to me.

Tell her what I did for him!

Enough! Don't make this harder than it is.

Get dressed and come with us.