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PLAYING DEAD

Come on.

Give me a ciggy.

- What do you think?
- About the investigation?

No! About us.

We're a good team, huh?

- Go on.
- What's up?

Fucking hell!

End slate!

You're incapable of doing
the same thing twice.

What are you doing, Jean?
Why stop? It was fine.

He has to stub out his ciggy
then I say my lines.

Get it?
Something happens.

I'm totally lost,
I have no markers.

What's the difference?

What?
You're not the director.

So shut your mouth.
I was talking to you.

Don't speak like that, OK?

What's your problem?

You have to open a door,
you open it!

I don't know when I'm meant
to open the fucking door!

Stop quibbling.
Open the door normally.

I'm quibbling?

There are 10 ways
to open a door.

Then choose one!

I put my hand on the thing
for two seconds.

- See my eyes?
- Yes.

I'm conveying something.
Don't you get it?

- No!
- Obviously. You only do series.

Kubrick, go sit down.
I'll do it again.

You can just sort it
during editing.

We'll do it again.
Everyone in position.

Everyone in position!
Back to work.

Fucking hell!
That guy's such a jerk.

I don't want to see him again.

Action!

MAX KEFELIAN
Talent Agent - Floor 2

I made things sound worse.
I said your wife had left you.

That's the truth.

Look, Jean.

You've been at a low point
for months now.

When did you last
have a close-up?

About 2 weeks ago, I guess.

When I was at hospital,
for my colonoscopy.

I had one!

I honestly don't see
what the problem is.

I'm always on time for shoots.

I know my characters,
I learn my lines.

Face the facts!

You argue!

You break people's balls.

No one wants to work with you.
That's the reality!

You think I'm a failure?

You always end up
on the cutting room floor.

In this business, Jean,
ballbreakers with talent

get let off.

The others
are just ballbreakers.

I'm not a ballbreaker.

When Dad's done,
he'll come home.

And when Dad isn't here,

you're the man of the house.

Darling...

- We miss you already.
- I miss you.

Don't be long.

Occasional constipation?
Tranvilax!

Tranvilax is a drug...

You're recognizable for once!

The shame!
I'm not going to school.

Yeah, right.

And my pasta,
don't you like it either?

I'm early, but I had no choice.

You look bad.

- Is something wrong?
- No.

Did you pay my alimony?

No. I'm waiting to be paid
for an ad. I can't...

- You're doing well, huh?
- Yes.

A granny asked me to sign
a pack of suppositories.

Can you imagine?

I'm at the top of my game!

- That's good.
- Yes.

Is Benoît waiting in the car?

Great!
Are we going to McDonald's?

We'll be off, then.

- Bon appétit!
- Goodbye, Dad.

Goodbye.

- Bye, Dad.
- Goodbye, kids.

I have an appointment
with my adviser.

- Who are you?
- Jean Renault.

Jean Reno, like the actor?

No. Like the cars.

Right.

Have a seat.
I'll call you.

Jean Reno, room A3.

Find me something, Martine.
A satnav voice, anything.

I have to eat.

- What about your cop sitcom?
- No. That's over.

No season 2?

Things aren't looking too good.

I brought you a souvenir.

You're so nice.

If only everyone were.

The real McCoy.
I wore it in episode 1.

- It really suits you.
- Thank you.

OK, right...

I've added up your hours.

You need more
to qualify for benefits.

Stay right there.

I might have something.

I do have something,

but it's a little unusual.

I wouldn't suggest it
to just anyone.

One of your colleagues pulled out
and we have to replace him.

Is it a part with lines?
Is it a proper character?

What do I have to do?

Play dead.

How do you mean?

Be a corpse.

For the law.

Crime-scene reconstructions...

Yeah...

How much is it paid?

350 euros a day.

That isn't...

Plus expenses!

It's in the provinces, is it?

How do you like ski resorts?

The police returns
to the crime scene

Killer's confession checked
against reconstruction

The Beauchatel brothers,
victims of a mad killer

"Art of expressing yourself well."

Eloquence.

Thank you.

And "Buddhist priests."

Lamas.

It's kind of you but...

the idea is to find
the solutions on your own.

It's sweet of you though.

- I didn't mean to...
- It's fine.

I'm guessing you're a scientist.

A sociologist.

Impressive.

On holiday in the area.

I'm an actor.
We're filming in Megève.

A thriller.

A mega production.

Great.

The Yanks are on the case.

They've bought the rights.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
Did I hurt you?

I don't usually do
my own stunts...

Thanks so much.

Is there a body in here?

- I can carry it.
- No.

Thank you.
I have a hire car.

Goodbye.

- Excuse me.
- Yes?

How about a drink tonight
at the Fer à Cheval?

It's a 5-star hotel.
I'm staying there.

- It's the least you can do.
- Alright.

Shall we say 6:30?

Here's my card.

- 6:45.
- OK, 6:45. Great!

What's your name?

- Vanessa.
- See you later, Vanessa.

Mr Renault?

Philippe Lamy,
Megève Police.

- Journey not too long?
- No, it was fine.

If you were expecting him,
sorry to disappoint you.

I was playing a joke
on the station manager.

A mate of mine.

Right.

I'm glad the cast's changed.

That young guy
wouldn't have coped.

Why not?

Playing dead is tough.

You have to be
psychologically strong.

I can tell
you've got what it takes.

Is this the first time
you've hired professionals?

For a sexual assault
with sodomy,

we hired two amateurs
from Chambery.

It was a great success.

My men are happy.

They were tired
of playing dead.

And if it can help out
a needy actor

and give him a refreshing break...

3 days in the mountains,

who'd sneeze at that?

I read Le Dauphiné on the train.

Tell me about
the Beauchatel case,

so I can get into the character.

After all,
I'm one of the family!

- It looks really authentic!
- Yes.

Souvenir of a TV series.

I'll just go park.

Boeing-Boeing,
The Widows' Clan

and Pyjamas for Two.

Only the best
at the Hôtel Cristal.

When the lieutenant told me
there'd be a star,

I booked room 13 at once.
It's my lucky room!

Thank you.

I'll take you up.

Is there wifi or Internet
in the rooms?

No.
But we have a business centre.

- In here!
- Right.

I'm usually closed now.
I reopen at Christmas.

But to accommodate your troupe...

- Do you have room service?
- Yes. Just for breakfast.

Come for dinner.
My wife will be delighted.

I'm busy already.
So before 9pm...

Around here,
everyone's in bed by 9.

- 20:30, then?
- Perfect!

Miss Jacky.

Sorry, sir.

As the time's counted up,

admire the style of Beauchatel,
who flies close to the flags.

Two silver medals
at the Innsbruck Olympics.

My legs were priceless then.

A skier who loses his legs
at an ice rink...

Ice is slippery, huh?

No. A stray bullet.

If the fool had aimed better,

I'd be in the cemetery
with my 2 brothers.

- Have we met?
- No.

Your face seems familiar.

No. I must be mistaken.

The car's ready, sir.

I have a customer, Ludo.

How may I help you?

I need some snowboots

and a puffa jacket,
but... discontinued items.

At this time of year?
Forget it.

We only sell high-end gear.

And for those
who can't afford it?

Try the charity shop!

Where the hell is she?

Could I have the bill?

- 12 euros, sir.
- Sorry?

- 12 euros.
- 12 euros for coffee?

- Yes, sir.
- 12 euros for coffee!

So it was in 1987
that you got an Oscar?

A César.
The Oscars are in Hollywood.

That's right. The César
for Best Young Actor.

It's a good start.

It can't be easy to make it.

Actually, I got a break early.
I was young and...

When The Mechanic's Son
was a box-office smash,

it went to my head a bit,

and I starting turning down
really big projects.

That's about it...

Are you filming now?

Only with my phone!

How about a génépi?

I saw a photo
of the killer, Servaz.

He looks like a madman.

He's bushwhacker, a loner,
a former park ranger.

But to kill three men in one night,

in a row,
you have to be barking mad.

- Why'd he do it?
- Didn't the paper say?

I read the Beauchatel brothers
were the kings of the Valley,

they wanted to expand the resort,

build a new cableway...

That's why they turfed Servaz
and his mum out of their home.

It killed the old lady.

A massive shock for Servaz.

So he started drinking.

And he went berserk.

I don't understand.

It's a triple murder.

When I was in
the ski champion's store,

he was in his wheelchair.

Servaz missed him.

But he killed
Vanessa Grandjean,

who happened to be
at the brother's place.

A great girl.
She moved here 5 years ago.

Beauchatel was her coach,
mentor and benefactor.

He wanted to marry her.

If she hadn't come
to pick up some documents,

she'd still be alive.

In one night,
Michel lost his brothers

and the woman he loved.

What a business!

It's sordid.

Apart from ski thefts in winter,
it's a quiet place.

- It all happened last year?
- A year ago to the day.

Tragic anniversary.

Servaz was found by the rink
covered in blood.

He'd left his DNA everywhere.

He confessed.

Time for bed.
We have to be on form tomorrow.

In Megève tomorrow,

the reconstruction
of the Beauchatels' murder.

Our special correspondent
has more details.

Since the tragedy,
the nightclub has been closed.

No more parties thrown by
the youngest Beauchatel brother.

On this video
shot before the tragedy,

he's celebrating with his brother,

Michel Beauchatel,
Mayor of Megève.

The man known locally
as the Shaker King

was brutally murdered here,
when it was closed.

Ladies and gents,
welcome to the Igloo!

What can I get you?
A Blue Lagoon,

the house special,
or a tequila?

Here's the Shaker King!

As you like, madam.
At the princess's service!

So a Blue Lagoon
or a gin fizz?

With or without ice?

Get 27 or a caipiroska
for you, sir?

Shit!

Keep the noise down!
I have to work tomorrow.

I want to sleep.

Hey, come on!

We don't all have
to go to bed early either!

Catch up with your brush.
It's faster than you.

This hotel is falling apart.

I can't manage on my own.

I know all about staff problems.

My parents had
a café near Joinville.

The mussels-and-chips type.

Joinville?

I thought you were a Northerner.

I was originally.

And then we moved south.

Tell me about the café.

It was next to the old film studios.

- You must've seen lots of stars.
- That's for sure.

I'll never forget this.
I must've been 7 or 8,

I was in the café,
and who did I see?

Ventura.

- Lino Ventura?
- Lino Ventura.

He stroked my hair
and said to me,

"You've got the makings
of a star!"

And I believed him.
I was naive.

It's wonderful to have a vocation.

Your limousine is here.

Did you sleep well?

- Like the night before a shoot.
- Nervous?

I'll introduce you
to the examining magistrate.

Madam, this is Jean Renault,
our stand-in.

Mr Renault,
Noémie Desfontaines,

examining magistrate in Annecy.

- And Damien Dufour, her clerk.
- Nice to meet you.

Before we begin,
I'd like to clarify a few things.

Don't take this personally,

I just want to say I deplore

this type of experimental practice

which combines
showbusiness and the law.

A crime scene is not a stage.

So simply reproduce
the gestures as slavishly as...

I know.

I know my job.
I'm first and foremost a pro.

I don't doubt that.
Your brilliant career proves it.

As you'll see,
I really appreciate professionalism.

And I appreciate your honesty.
I like things done well.

Excellent.
Let's start, then.

You've forgotten something.

Sorry?

Something very important.

I don't understand.

I was an examining magistrate
in a TV series.

- Yes. And?
- It's your job to say,

before the reconstruction begins,

the following:

"Mr Renault, do you agree..."

Ah, yes. Let's get
this formality over with.

Mr Renault,
do you agree to assist

and respect the laws...
- The law.

The law!

...and judicial confidentiality?
Say, "I swear."

I appreciate your professionalism.

Raise your right hand
and say "I swear".

I swear.

- Madam, here's my client.
- Servaz.

Alright.

Mr Servaz,
what did you do then?

Madam, my client
has told you 100 times.

- For him, it's a blank.
- I know.

His alter ego
committed the murder.

An alcoholic coma!

For the murder,
you have to tell him

what he has to do.

Mr Servaz, you claim
you came to ask the victim

to help you pay
for your mother's funeral.

So why the balaclava?

Why?

Yes. Why?

Why?

You were furious
the victim refused to fork out.

You went to his house
to have it out with him.

Then what?

Then...

Right.

You heard him coming back
from in there?

That means yes.

Where's the court officer?

Guillaume Canet's directing?

And Jean Du...
No, but Dujardin's agreed? OK.

I'm all for it.
We just have to see...

- Do they know who I am?
- They love you.

You remind them of their youth.
I'll FedEx the script,

you read it
and I'll call tomorrow.

I'll have to see.
I'm filming from 8 to 4 so...

What do you mean?
You've something more urgent?

No. It's just...

Are you ready?

A mega project, the real deal!

Mr Servaz, your turn!

Mr Servaz?

Action!

Come on.

What are you doing?

I'm alone at home,
I hear a noise,

I turn around.

It's logical.

Did we ask you
to turn around?

So don't turn around.

There's one thing
you don't understand:

I'm not playing a character,
I am the character.

I hear a noise, I turn around.
Simple as that.

He's right.
The floor creaks.

What do you mean?
You led the investigation.

You didn't say it did.
I don't believe this!

Someone's not very happy!

Whatever do you mean?

Don't get annoyed.
Trust me.

I'll make sense of it all.

Right, everyone over there.

Get a move on!

I'm not supposed
to hear anything.

Not a sound.
I'm deaf as a post.

- Action!
- I'll play it like this.

Well?

What's he doing?

- What are you doing?
- Defending myself!

Survival instinct.

- In The Fugitive...
- Where do you think you are?

The pole's under my nose.
Why didn't he use it?

Be quiet, OK?

Excuse me, Madam,
but our extra...

Extra?

I'm sorry, but I'm not an extra.

I'm an actor, OK?
I'm here to act.

I'm not here to fool around.

Whatever. Our actor
isn't just talking nonsense.

Actor not extra, OK?

Reconstructions serve
to challenge certainties.

Mr Servaz,
do you remember this pole?

No? Damien, record that.

The accused denies this version.
Let's start again.

Mr Renault, please do not
take any initiatives.

You play dead.

- Is that clear?
- Perfectly.

What I'm going to do is
put the pole back in its place

and wait for the gentleman
to attack me,

without hearing him,
just like in real life.

Very believable reconstruction.
OK, action.

Keep him under control
or I'll get rid of him.

OK. Lunch break!

What's that woman's problem?

She took over
at a moment's notice.

Her colleague
had a heart attack.

That isn't my problem.

Have you seen
how she talks to me?

- I got a César, I did!
- I know.

It's her first big case.
She's inexperienced and scared.

She's incompetent.

I can't drink coffee.
It gives me palpitations.

- I like it.
- The taste?

- No, palpitations.
- Really?

Well, Vanessa?

Everyone back
to the crime scene, please.

See you later.

Damien, please.

- You conned me.
- Sorry?

You conned me yesterday.

No. I just tried
to get rid of you.

Evidently not for very long.

And you didn't, perhaps?

Filming a thriller,
big budget, 5-star hotel...

You're a pathological liar.

An out-of-work actor
hired to play dead...

is more glamorous.

Glamorous?

My vocal chords, easy!

The forensic report states
that the victim had

strangulation marks.

Do you confirm you held his neck
to stop him struggling?

Then you perforated his skull
with a stunner.

Is that correct?

Here's the stunner.

- Isn't it dangerous?
- For pigs.

I've removed the bolt.

Sorry, Madam,
but this is my livelihood.

Mr Renault, it'll be fine.

Be careful, Mr Servaz.
Don't overdo it.

Break it down for the photos.

Go easy, OK?

I have everything I wanted.
Any questions?

No, it's fine.

Mr Renault, you may get up.

Please come with me
to sign the minutes.

Mr Renault, stop overacting.
We've better things to do.

- Shit!
- What?

- Mr Renault?
- What's wrong?

Mr Renault?

Are you OK?

- It isn't your blood.
- It's disgusting.

How is he?

Where is he?

Mr Renault?

Mr Renault?

Yes.

- Alright?
- Not great.

He twisted my neck.

I think it's best
if we leave it there.

What?

You're firing me?

I don't want actors
on my crime scenes.

It's far too dangerous
and complicated.

In any case,
I'm up for another part.

Excellent.

And I'll be glad
to be among pros again.

Your shoot is a bit of mess.

Directing actors
isn't one of my skills.

Your skills?

I'd like you to know
I signed up for 3 days.

I still have 2 to work.

If there's a problem,
speak to my agent.

And you speak
to Lieutenant Lamy.

It was good meeting you though.

I hope to see you soon.

In the credits of a film.

You're really stiff.

- Are you really an osteopath?
- I learnt on the job,

in Katanga.

There are grey areas
in this crime.

Even Servaz doesn't know
what he's supposed to do.

Lie on your back.

Given all the alcohol
in his blood...

And when you have a motive,
a weapon and evidence,

it's pointless racking your brains.

Slowly.

That's it.

There.

Even the choreography
of the crime is all wrong.

Relax.
You're full of knots.

A nervous wreck.

And the craziest thing is...

the magistrate.

It's as if she doesn't give a toss.

You're dying to be in a thriller,

but real investigations
aren't always as exciting.

Sit up.

Come on.
Sit up straight.

That's it.

Take the Beauchatel case.

It's simple: a nutter kills
3 people to get even.

Commonplace.

But some things
are better left unsaid.

I should learn
to keep quiet, I know.

Are you leaving already?

Yes. I've just been fired.

By that bloody magistrate.

Didn't Lieutenant Lamy
try to defend you?

He isn't allowed to speak.
He keeps his mouth shut.

What a pity!

You're not like them.

I know.

That magistrate doesn't care.
She's just starting out.

She'll have other cases.

I won't get another part...

You will! Look...

- You're back in business!
- Canet's script.

I'll read it on the train.

Apart from getting drunk

or swallowing tranquilizers,

how can I celebrate
the last day of filming?

A beer, please.

Please, sir.

So it's you who played
my little brother, the Shaker King?

I hear you and the magistrate
laid into each other.

News travels fast.

I like to know
what happens on my turf.

Are you're doing it again tomorrow?

No. I'm done.
I terminated my contract.

The magistrate?

A real pain in the neck
from what I've heard!

If it were up to me,
I'd have hung Servaz ages ago.

Like in Texas.
No messing around.

Precisely!

I'm a mayor for now,

but tomorrow
I might be a minister.

The first thing I'll bring back...

Why do a bloody reconstruction
with that madman?

- It's taxpayer's money.
- To see justice is done.

Another leftie!

Coming from an unemployed actor,

I'm not that surprised.

Hey! Hi.

Do you have a light?

My real name is Nadine.

Everyone calls me Zelda.

- Nice to meet you.
- I know you.

I know who you are.

The Mechanic's Son, 1988,
César for Best Young Actor.

Correct.

My guy at the time
worked on the film.

You were a pain.

I wasn't a pain.

Are you here for the season?

No, I have a real job too.

Country music is a passion.

Never mix work and passions,
it ends in tears.

Move it!

How about a drink?

I'm in a hurry.

Did you follow me?

I wondered where
you were going at this hour.

- Is your dad Chuck Norris?
- Very funny.

Get out or I'll charge you!

Do you have a warrant?

Visiting a scene
without a clerk isn't...

- Where'd you get that?
- I work.

- I prepare my roles...
- Yeah, right.

Is this blackmail?

You humiliate me in public.
But aren't I right?

- Goodbye, Mr Renault.
- Madam.

Come here.

I think I've broken something.

At least you admit it.

Come here!

- It must hurt.
- Yes, it does.

- I'd help you but...
- Please. Thank you.

I really don't want to.

Why are you doing this?

I bust my arse for you
on crime scenes,

and you just send me
back to the Job Centre!

Very nice.

This is failure to assist
a person in danger.

Did you learn that too
for your part?

- We'll call the police.
- What?

And you'll tell them
you broke in here.

What do you want?

To go over the scene together.

We did a shoddy job.

I've got stuff to show you.

OK. We'll do what you want.

Can you help me?

On the count of 3.

- Gently.
- 1, 2...

Let's get down to it.

It still really hurts.

The Shaker King

must have put up a fight.

He was a big lad.

Stand behind me on my marks.

- A bit closer.
- Gently.

- Tell me when you're ready.
- OK.

And no kung-fu holds.

Begin when you hear "Action!"

Action!

- Gently!
- "Agile as Scaramouche,

"I thrust and hit!"

I know you want to skewer me,
but that's enough.

Well?

What's this?

- Wow!
- Look. Don't touch!

Incriminating evidence.

When the accused
enjoys re-enacting the scene,

it's terrible.
- Yes. Sordid even.

For sure.

Sorry. Hello?

I'm driving
but since you rarely call...

How are you?

Why tell me about your wife?

Martin, I don't give a damn
about your relationship.

If she's that bad, get a divorce.

You're a family judge.
You know how...

Martin? Hello?

I got cut off.

The coverage isn't great here.

- With the mountains...
- Right.

The signal cuts out.

That said, it isn't easy.

Finding a nice guy
who stays the distance...

Distance is his speciality.

Do you meet many men?

Yes. They're either married
or dead, so...

Not a great cast!

- It must scare them.
- What?

Knowing you're a crime-scene expert.

I'd imagine myself
at the morgue,

my balls hanging out
and a scalpel in my belly.

That bad?

You must get a lot of girls.

I'm not that... It depends.

On what?

The box office.

It isn't easy
to go out with an actor.

It can even be a bit...

- Are you married?
- I was.

We separated recently.

A happy divorce!

You can't say that.

It's like saying
a death is natural.

Be careful with that pole.

It's like the ice pick
in Basic Instinct.

- Hide it under the bed.
- I'll sleep with it.

Morning, Jean.
Is your bag ready?

My sergeant will drop you
at the station.

Here's your ticket.
I changed the return.

- Didn't the magistrate tell you?
- What?

That I'm staying.

When was that decided?

Last night. Late.

There aren't many croissants left.
Soon there'll be none.

Yes?

- Meet me in my room.
- Sorry?

Meet me in my room
in 5 minutes.

- Excuse me, Madam...
- Later!

Come in!

Close the door.
Shut that door!

The pole has disappeared.

Disappeared?

Well, someone stole it.

- When?
- While I was asleep.

- What position were you in?
- What do you mean?

Come on, reconstruction.
Lie down.

- Are you sure?
- Yes. Go on.

That's how you sleep?

- You stay like that all night?
- Yes.

With your hands...

Come on!

Where was the evidence?

On the armchair.

- We said under the bed.
- It's the same thing.

No, it isn't the same thing.

And you're sure
you heard nothing in the night?

No. I slept like a log.

That's for sure.

My room's next door.

I've never heard anything like it.

You snore like a freight train.

- That's beside the point.
- It kept me awake last night.

How did the thief get in?

I don't know.

Was this open all night?

You sleep with the window open
and the heating on.

- Very green!
- And?

If he took the evidence,
he's scared.

My wallet has gone too.

It's to put you off the scent.

It's so obvious.

That said, I think it's high time
for a further investigation.

With no new elements?

Madam,

if you carry on
losing the evidence,

we won't get anywhere.

We're not out of the woods!

- What's the plan?
- We check out the chairlift.

Then what?

A jeep will take us
to the crime scene.

- You OK? You're all pale.
- Vertigo?

Come on!

Hold my hand.

- No, your hand...
- Careful!

- Careful!
- That's great. Perfect!

- Damien, it's slippery!
- Sit down here.

Gently!

The accused got through
the security gate

and into the court with a gun.

- No!
- I promise you.

During the verdict,
he shot himself in the head.

He'd killed his wife,
his 5 kids and his 2 spaniels.

No one would believe that.

You should've seen it.
There were bits of him everywhere!

I even found bits of brain
on my pullover.

It was...

Luckily, it was a polo neck.

Mr Renault?

I'm at my aunt's in the mountains,
having a break.

In 3 days.

Yeah.

I have to go.
We're off on a family picnic.

In the film business,
you sleep your way to the top.

But she took you back.

She simply reassessed my skills.

Sure!

Don't take me for a fool.

Here's your stage costume.

It's revolting!

What was he on to wear this?

His poison was whisky,
but only the best.

The Beauchatel brothers
are creepy.

And what about DMH?

- What?
- Dressing, make-up, hair.

Oh, fuck!

When Servaz gets here,
take him to the basement.

What was this guy doing?

Waiting for a whore.

He was into SM parties.

Here.

You look great in that,
Mr Renault.

Just like Batman.

Did Batman's outfit
have a bumhole?

Not everyone gets
to be a superhero.

I got a César...

Here.

Everyone in position!

Action!

He couldn't do it like that.

No, Mr Servaz!
You can't have killed him like that.

During the investigation,
you stated,

"I was about to finish him off,
when the girl showed."

The girl, Mr Servaz,
was it Vanessa?

I'm totally lost.

Was the whore the young skater?

Show respect for the victims.

Is the other stand-in ready?

Get ready downstairs.
Go, Vanessa.

Didier?

Didier?

Who's there?

Go, Servaz!

Are you downstairs?

Didier?

Carry on.

The directing is appalling!

Careful, it's slippery!

Shit!

- What's wrong?
- Get some arnica!

Her head hit this table
and she bled to death.

- Alright?
- Yes.

I don't understand a thing.
You'd better explain.

He was waiting for a real whore,
but she never showed.

Vanessa turned up
at an awkward moment.

Why was she here?

Beauchatel asked her
to fetch an annual report.

She came across Servaz.

Unlucky!

Lieutenant, can we take a break
before the phone scene?

I'm sorry, Caroline.
I'm not in Paris.

Really? Where are you?

In the mountains on a shoot...

I replaced a mate
at a moment's notice.

- Is it going well?
- No. It's a nightmare!

The director's autistic.
He doesn't know how to talk to us.

- And your partners?
- Partners? A bunch of amateurs.

I'm doing the directing for now.

- You must be pleased!
- Coming.

I've got to go.
The script girl wants a word.

The victim tried to call
the emergency services.

Damien, the recording.

30 seconds recorded
by the fire brigade.

Didier Beauchatel's final moments.

It won't be easy
putting images to that!

I'm thinking out loud.

I've already done dubbing

for cartoons.
So I don't know if...

What do you mean?

Well, I know about dubbing.

Go, Servaz! Send Servaz.

Give me that phone!

Come on!

The stairs!

The bell!

Stunner!

In the pool!

Come on, out the way!

Thank you, gentlemen.

It was perfect.
Reconstruction over.

Don't get too close!

You're not the killer.

You gave your mum
a decent burial,

you can't be a killer.

- You're not the type.
- Is that so?

You'll see if I'm not!

Go on!

Let go of him.

He's ferocious!

Who said you could speak to him?
I could have you up for that.

You had me up all day!

I feel disgusting,
but you wouldn't get that.

It's all about you, huh?

I'm just in character.

That's what acting is, is it?

How can you play people
if you never listen?

Where's he going?

Hey, Jean!
I've been looking for you.

You're a missing person!

What a jerk!

- He's in a bad mood.
- It's nothing.

He's acting like a diva!

Say something nice to him.

Come off it!

Go on.

Mr Renault,
I'm sorry about earlier.

I can't hear you.

I'm sorry about earlier.

I don't give a damn!

Alright?

- Are you hurt?
- Get back on the path!

Don't stay there.

How was your day?

Dismal.

Really?

Yes. And I walked back down.

I came across a cross
with a little teddy bear.

A little boy
must have died there.

- At the foot of Roches Blanches?
- Yes.

It happened 13 years ago at Easter.

A whole group of them
took the chairlift

to take their skiing exam.

But because of a rotten pylon,
a chair came loose.

There was a kid in it on his own.

He was 8.

His only child.

He'd have been 21 now.

- What happened?
- Didier Beauchatel's company

built the chairlift.

His brother at the town hall
granted planning permission.

They cut corners on safety?

Folks say the brothers
paid each other bribes.

Laundered by the Shaker King
at the casino.

Wasn't there a trial?

It went on for 5 years.
All that for suspended sentences

and a pathetic amount
of compensation.

The mayor came
out of it untarnished.

The other 2 took the rap.

Business is business!

Yes, 8:30. Thank you.

Do you serve cheese fondue?

- Mr Renault...
- For two?

Come with me.

We're barking up the wrong tree.

What do you mean?

Nothing enables us
to question Servaz's guilt.

I heard a noise.

- I don't.
- Not here!

Earlier!

When I was messing about
in the Jacuzzi,

I heard a suspicious noise.

What kind of noise?

Do you still have the recording?

Hang on.

There. Did you hear it?

A suspicious noise.

A gargling?

No. A weird kind of noise.
It's hard to make out.

- Right after the stunner.
- Really?

I have to listen to it again.

I've listened several times.
I'm in no doubt.

- You can hear...
- What's that?

Where do you think you are?

It helps me to...

I'm an examining magistrate!

- So?
- It's a drug!

A drug? Come on.

My God, what a pigsty!

You shouldn't be on there.

Be reasonable.
Give up the room.

No.

With an F.

Sure. Listen.

It's like a tyre deflating,
air coming out of a tyre...

He came by bike to kill them.

Look!

Look. Listen to this!
It's more like...

There!

He applied deodorant
before bumping them off.

Hang on.
Put it back on.

- And there...
- Wait!

Don't you hear this?

- Yes. I can hear...
- A little...

Hang on!

- Maybe he jerked off.
- Who?

Maybe Servaz jerked off
to celebrate the two murders.

- Jerked off! Stop smoking.
- It's possible.

He didn't jerk off.
Why would he do that?

What are you doing?

- Throwing it away.
- Don't throw it away!

You're no fun at all.

Do you know anyone
who knows about sound waves?

- Someone...
- Go on.

Here are some clean towels.

- That's nice.
- Thank you.

Have you been smoking?

We've been taking drugs.
It's totally different.

Yeah.

We take drugs.
To relax, basically.

That's right, to relax.

That's for you,
and this is for you.

- Thanks.
- Enjoy yourselves.

- She eavesdrops.
- Dope makes you paranoid.

The nicest people
are always the worst.

I'm starving.

- Fancy something light?
- Yes.

Together? It's on me.

Did you always want
to do this job?

I've always been fascinated
by crime stories.

I love detective novels.

It's a bit morbid I know,

but still...

Behind a vocation,
there's always something murky.

Same with you actors.

It's strange to want to play
someone else's life all the time.

You're right, it is pretty weird.

That's what I like about the job.

That's why I'm good at it.

I find it easy to go
from one to another.

I've never felt so alive
since I started playing dead.

Some people would kill for that.

It's true!

- You're funny!
- Yes.

It's not immediately obvious, though.

I love humour.

Did you hear about
what happened to Lamy's son?

No.

The poor kid died

in the chairlift accident.

And who built the chairlift?

The Beauchatel brothers.

Do we have to discuss it now?
We're having fun.

I'm amazed no one
has ever drawn a parallel

between that tragedy
and the murder.

What parallel?

With their shady deals,
the Beauchatels killed a kid.

After 5 years of proceedings,
they got off with small fine.

As a representative of the law,
doesn't it shock you?

I'm really sorry.

I can't handle these strings.

No... Yes. Hang on.

Thanks.

So Lamy thought
about revenge for years?

Yes.

Then he woke up and decided
to kill the Beauchatels.

The investigation begins.

And he throws
the suspicion on Servaz.

That's your theory?

You can't be serious?

You're rewriting everything!

You think Servaz is a killer?

He couldn't kill a rabbit!

I see killers every day.

You'd ask them
to look after a baby.

And then one day
they commit the unthinkable.

So all the work I've done,

all the inconsistencies
I've pointed out... In the bin?

It's my investigation!

I won't reopen a case
because some guy sneezed.

But reassure me,

your job is to discover the truth,
is it not?

You have to be
objective, honest...

open-minded
and leave no stone unturned.

And not behave like
an official in the Vichy regime.

The Vichy regime?

Yeah, well...

I've got nothing to learn
from a failed actor.

- The bill.
- I'm paying it!

- Half.
- I'm paying the bill!

- Sorry!
- Fuck!

What a fright!

- My mind was elsewhere.
- It's alright.

Sorry! Are you OK?

I partied hard with friends.

My voice has gone.
What'll I do tonight?

- See you. Ciao.
- Good luck.

What's that?

A mate gave it to me.
It's to sort out my voice.

- It's amazing!
- Do it again.

Again.

Right.

I finish at 11.
Fancy a drink after?

Yes...

Hey! My medicine!

Evening, Inspector.

What's this?

An anti-inflammatory
for acute laryngitis.

It's also used to treat asthma.

But how do you get asthma?
Is it an allergy?

Not only. It can be caused
by anxiety, intense emotion...

Intense emotion?
Anxiety, intense emotion...

What are the symptoms?

In stressful situations,
the patient can't breathe.

He suffocates.

What does this Ventolin look like?
Do you have any?

Stay there.

- It looks like this.
- Thanks.

OK. I'll take one.

I also need a list of everyone
who takes it here.

I'll print it out.

Thank you.

- I'm sure I've seen you before.
- Really?

- Is there a problem?
- No.

It's the PC.
It's a bit slow.

Evening, Aurélie.

- I've run out of Ventolin.
- Well, I never!

Well, Jean...

What's wrong with you?

Gastric trouble.

- May I have a word, Lieutenant?
- Sure.

Want to come along?
I'm on duty.

We'll catch the killers.

What are we doing?

Going up the mountain,
to admire the view in the snow.

Get out.

Beautiful, huh?

The view's better
when it isn't snowing.

So you've mulled it over
in your little actor's brain?

Not bad for a failed actor.

When did you work it out?

Tell me.

In the cemetery,
by your son's grave.

Then tonight, with the Ventolin.

Leave my son out of this.

As for the Beauchatels,
no one's going to miss them.

What's our magistrate think?

Well, she...
She doesn't know.

You've gone solo?

That suits me.

What's the plan now?

I'm going to kill you.

Like the others.

Mr Renault,
you're way better at improv.

You should see your face!

It's really funny.

I don't agree.

What's got into you?

When people explain nicely,
you don't understand.

I've changed methods.
I hope it'll prove more effective.

I've been on this case a year,
and you won't fuck it up.

Pretend to be a cop again,
and I'll arrest you.

Is that clear?

And I'm saying that as a friend.

Mr Renault?

Mr Renault?

Mr Renault!

- Damien?
- Yes.

Hurry!

- Is he dead?
- The blanket! He isn't dead.

- That's perfect. Go on.
- OK.

- Backwards. The bed!
- Alright!

Great.

Go get Miss Jacky.

- I'm dying.
- You're not. Hold my hand.

No, my hand! That's it.

Now turn over
and lie on your side.

Come on, Mr Renault.
That's it. Great!

Perfect.

Now let go of my hand.

Let go of my hand.
That's enough.

I'm so sorry, Mr Renault.

I've been meaning
to get the wiring done.

He could have died.

The accident's your fault!

It was no accident.
Someone tried to kill me.

Tell her why someone tried
to electrocute me.

It isn't...

It's that stupid girl!

By yanking the vacuum cord,
she pulled the socket off.

Mind you...

the death of a star
would've been great publicity!

I'll go see if I can turn
the electricity back on.

- No one wants to kill you.
- The asthmatic guy does.

He wants to eliminate me.

The asthmatic guy?

He was at the chemist's.
He bought some...

After the murders,
I guess he had an attack.

So he took some Ventolin.

You're mildly delirious, that's all.

Some herbal tea will do the trick.

I'm not delirious.

- Lamy wants me dead!
- Alright.

- But I...
- What's wrong?

I don't want herbal tea.

OK, but you have to sleep.

Don't leave me.

Stay with me.

It's stuck.

- Enjoy your breakfast.
- Thank you.

Did you sleep well?

I conked out.

And then...

Then?

- I had a restless night.
- Really?

I had such weird dreams.

A bum with a beauty spot
was moving up and down

and someone kept saying,

"Go on, Jean!
Go on, harder, harder..."

Stop!

Post-concussive syndrome.

I don't know what it was, but...

- Mr Renault?
- Yes?

Bon appétit.

Well?

What are you going to do?

About what?

What I told you last night,
the Ventolin and all that...

You're obsessed with Lamy.

- Trying to make a fool of me?
- I don't believe it!

Stop pussyfooting around!

Give me a break
and let me think.

I'll give you a break...

but think fast
before I end up dead.

For tonight at the rink.

- I've got lines now?
- You're an actor.

The transcript of the voicemail
Beauchatel left Vanessa.

I can't learn all this in 5 minutes.

You can do it by tonight.

If you're not too busy investigating.

- Are they OK?
- Is Mr Beauchatel here?

Excuse me.
I won't be long.

He stayed at home.
He isn't well.

I need help preparing my scene.

For once my model's alive.

He's in a bad way today.

Tell him it won't take long.

I was told
I'd find you here.

Is there a problem?

I'd like to speak to you in private.

What about?

The tragedy that struck you

and the possible connection
with our case.

What connection?

This isn't the best place...

Did that snoop
put ideas in your head?

How about we walk?

I have to go to Rochebrune.
Want to come?

Given certain elements,

the previous magistrate
shouldn't have put you on the case.

Really? Why?

You know full well.

Because the Beauchatels were
implicated in my son's accident?

What are you driving at?

What I wanted to know is...

if you had a reason to...

To what?

Forget it.

It was a question
I asked myself...

out of professionalism.

Out of professionalism?

That's rich coming from you.

Since the start,
you've made error after error.

Madam,
I have a file on you.

You sleep with a court officer,

you return to a crime scene
by breaking the seals.

Shall I go on?

I returned to a crime scene?

One of my men went
to the Igloo the next day

to tidy everything up.

He found this under an armchair.

Thank you.

I lost it during the reconstruction.

He also noticed
the ski pole had gone.

It's getting hard to explain, huh?

- Let's forget this conversation.
- No way. That'd be too easy.

I've just written a report
I intend to send to the prosecutor.

Unless...

Thank you
for agreeing to see me.

It's about my role.

- Tonight...
- Yes, I know.

You're going to be me.

Or rather, the old me.

It's a bit absurd, but...

It's totally ridiculous.

I'll do my best
to be a good you.

To play a cheated man!

You're obviously in no position
to choose good roles.

What do you need to know
exactly to play me?

When Delon did The Samurai,
do you think he chatted

to samurais?

Sorry, I'll go.
Sorry for bothering you.

Bitch! Bloody whore!

Without me,
those 2 failures were nothing.

Servaz was right
to kill those swine.

Vanessa and I wanted
to get married, leave everything

and get far away.

He shouldn't come to the rink.
Look at the state he's in.

- He's talking rubbish.
- Don't be so hasty.

He called his partner a whore,
his brothers swine...

The people he loves are dead.

There's always
an element of truth.

He'll be better tonight,
I promise you.

Hey! Hello, cowboy.

Can't you place me?

Yes. But with your uniform,
it isn't easy.

Every time we meet,
you leave me hanging.

- I'm sorry but...
- It's OK. How about coffee?

No, not in there.
I live right here.

Surely you have
2 minutes to spare?

Come on.

I'm not sexy, but it's my job.

It's good.
It makes a change.

- Thanks.
- Here's to us, cowboy!

Do you still enjoy working
for the Post Office?

I know everything.

If I wanted,
I could destroy Megève.

- Know what I'd like?
- No.

For us to be friends.

To become closer.

The two of us are artists.
We're not like the others.

We've talent to spare,
but no one can see it.

I really like you too, Zelda.

I'd like to be friends, but...

- Come on, a quick cuddle.
- No, Zelda!

I have a wife too!

Cheating on her here is fine!

I'm sorry.
I've got lots to do for tonight.

Right, OK.

Stay right there.
I'll make up for it.

Not interested in
what I've got to show you?

- But it's...
- That's right.

- With...
- That's right.

This place is like Gotham City!

It was the eve of the murders.

A big envelope got ripped
when it fell out of my caddy.

As it was for the mayor
and I didn't want trouble,

I changed the envelope
and came across the photos.

Nice collection!

Not for everyone's eyes.

I kept one as a souvenir.

Was there anything else?

A note. "With our best wishes
for your marriage."

Noémie! Noémie!

Vanessa was screwing
the 3 Beauchatels...

I forbid you
to speak to me, OK?

Did you hear what I said?
The coach knew his little protégée

was screwing his two brothers!

At the Jacuzzi party,

the old pervert in his latex gear
was waiting for his skater.

You disgust me.

Sullying the poor girl's memory
just to boast!

To boast about what?

Why are you being
so mean to me?

You saw Lamy
and it didn't go well, huh?

Close the door.

I discover something fishy
and you just ignore it?

Close the door!

Vanessa wasn't a whore.
She was a very nice girl.

The final reconstruction
will be held at this rink.

Several times a week,
Michel Beauchatel coached

his young protégée,
Vanessa Grandjean.

- How was it?
- Perfect.

OK. Great.

Sheltering lovers isn't a crime.

They used to meet here?

Did Beauchatel know about it?

But the brothers knew?

And they blackmailed the girl
by forcing her to have sex,

so their brother
would call off the marriage?

I already told you
she wasn't a bad girl.

We're about to start.

Feeling nervous, actor?

Do you want a...

We'll start
with the official version.

- I saw you in a film yesterday.
- Yeah?

It was a load of crap.

Well, you were good...

but not exactly...

Are we ready to start?

Everyone in position?

Let's get to work.

May we begin, Mr Renault?

Absolutely.

Your balaclava!

How does it start again?

- "Vanessa, it's Michel..."
- OK!

- You have the script.
- Indeed I do.

Vanessa, it's Michel.

I'm at the rink.
Call me back.

I'm sorry, darling.
I didn't want us to argue.

I've never been so in love.

I didn't think I would at my age.

You're the best thing
that's ever happened to me.

You've changed me.

I know I can't give you everything,

but if you leave me, I swear,
I'll do something stupid.

Lights!

Go on, off you go.

Bend your legs!

Vanessa! Who's there?

It's closed!

Stop! We'll stop there!

You OK, Mr Servaz?

Mr Servaz, are you hurt?

- He's OK.
- I'm fine.

- We'll start again at...
- "I know that"...

"I know
I can't give you everything,

"but if you leave me..."

Vanessa, it's Michel.
I'm at the rink.

I'm not angry, darling.
I've understood.

When I saw the photos,
I couldn't believe...

What's he saying?
I never said that!

Stop improvising, please.

My brothers hate you, Vanessa.

If I quit everything
to go with you,

there'll be no more scams...

Madam, do something!

No. Mr Renault, continue.

So they're panicking,

they're blackmailing you.

They know you're with
a handsome boy your age,

that you met him in the store

and he'll offer you things
that I never could.

So you meet him in secret

to live life's true dream,
in room 7

at the Hôtel Cristal,
Miss Jacky's place.

The day I received the photos
of you and my brothers,

he was in the store with me.

He saw them.

He calmed me.

And then, that night,

something snapped inside of him.

Everything changed.

He wanted to get back
at those who'd soiled his love.

Don't intervene.
Keep calm!

Because of his scams...

because of this bastard,
I lost my best friend.

He took the woman I loved too.

He brainwashed her.

"You'll be a champ."

No one move!

Shit!

He's spent his life
destroying people.

All I've done is break
his fucking spine!

Don't move!
He can cope just fine.

Besides, he's a lucky sod.

Let him die!

Ludo, give me your gun.
You've done enough damage.

Leave it to me.

I played a negotiator
in a cop show.

- But you wound up dead.
- Hey!

Calm down, Ludo.

I know
what you've been through.

Your alcoholic mum
who did cleaning to support you...

His mum never touched
a drop of alcohol.

Get lost!

Ludo, I understand you.

You've always refused
to face the truth. It's normal.

Shut your mouth!
Get back!

Get down!

Jean! Jean, are you OK?
Call an ambulance!

With all this playing dead,
it was bound to happen.

You're silly, so silly.

It hurts!

- The script?
- Yeah!

Easy. You'll be fine.

I'm sick of this film.

It's over...

- All this crap is over.
- Get help!

It hurts!

Nice work!

I'll have to find
somewhere else to sleep now.

Thanks.

Wait, wait!

Are you coming
to the hospital?

I can't...

You're not staying?

No, I have to start again
from scratch.

I've 3 months' work ahead of me.

Well?

Ready for a remake of Robocop?

You knew Servaz was innocent?

With 4g of alcohol in his blood,
he was incapable of murder.

And I found the Ventolin lid
in the jacuzzi.

I figured it was Ludo's.
I know him well.

He's the same age as my son.

But the idea of sending
an innocent man to prison

was never a problem for you?

Servaz was homeless.
He longed for a bed and food.

As the Beauchatels never...

helped the needy,

we'd have found him frozen
to death by the roadside.

Apart from you,
me and Miss Jacky,

no one knows
you worked it out?

And to not upset
this pretty little place,

it's best no one does.

A FEW WEEKS LATER...

Enjoy your stay.

You should've called.

But I booked.

- You did?
- Yes.

The mystery guest
who wanted room 13, was you?

- I wanted to surprise him.
- Well, you will!

Miss Jacky!

Call the plumber.

There's a bad leak in room 19.

Call the plumber yourself!

In a month's time,
you'll be the manager.

I know you.

Haven't we already met?

I'm not sure.

I'll let you check her in.

I'd like to stay till Tuesday.
Is that possible?

I'll see if we have room.

We certainly do!
Room 13 is free.

- It isn't too hard here?
- No, it's OK.

I was tired of living
other people's lives, you know.

I'm living mine now,
and it's just fine.

And you?

Why are you back?

The inquiry into the inquiry.

The reconstruction
of the reconstructions?

Not only.

Come in.

I'd also like to reconstruct
what happened

between us on the night
of November 18 2012,

here, in room 13.

Is that OK with you?

Fine.

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