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[ Up-tempo music plays,
woman vocalizing ]

MAN: This is Radio Cannes,
live, locked, and loaded.

Rumor has it the alleged
bachelor Leo Duval

is in town for
his 30th birthday bash.

But only the crème de la crme
are invited.

Here is a little birthday song
for Leo...

[ Vocalizing continues ]

[ Thudding, indistinct talking
in distance ]

[ Sobbing ]

[ Woman singing in French ]

[ Engine revving ]

[ Tires screeching ]

Motherfucker!

Come on.

[ Grunts ]

Fucker.

Come on, baby.

What the hell?

[ Engine revving ]

[ Tires screeching ]

Son of a bitch!

[ Glove compartment closes ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

[ Indistinct talking on PA ]

[ Door closes in distance,
buzzer ]

[ Muffled talking in distance ]

[ Lock clicks, door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

Camybear?

Where is Geneviève?

You have to settle for me
this time.

I threatened to break her arm.

She reluctantly agreed.

Dad, why won't you see me?

How's Margaux?

I'm not here for a cozy
catch-up chitchat, Dad.

And I guess Leblanc
wasn't either.

You've been blackmailed
to change your plea.

To protect Margaux and I?
That's it?

I don't know what
you're talking about--

Don't.

Isn't all this, the case,
the sentence,

humiliating enough?

And I have to live with that.

No, Dad. We do.

Margaux and I.

After everything
we've been through.

And now you get sent down
for crimes you didn't commit!

Camille, listen to me.

I'm the only one who knows
what's going on,

one of two people, actually,

who knows about you being
blackmailed by Julien Boire.

Who is this other person?

CAMILLE:
Dad, stop, I'm begging you.

Tell me what's going on.

Who did you upset?
Criminals?

The mob?
Politicians? Who?

Okay, this isn't nothing.

Someone tried
to drive me off the road.

So whatever deal you made
didn't work.

They're still coming for me.

They're still coming...

for both of us.

You need to leave it alone.

Dad?
You can't be serious.

PHILIPPE:
Maybe your boss was right.

Maybe you need a break.

Guard!

[ Door opens ]

CAMILLE: Dad!

I won't give up.

[ Door closes ]

NINA:
His name is Leo Duval.

The Duval family
owns the majority

of Belgian arms manufacturers
and the conglomerate Gryphon.

- Arms dealers.
- Aviation and aeronautic.

But still one of the biggest
arms companies in Europe.

We're homicide, not babysitting.

Duval's security detail
has informed us

there's been a threat
on his life.

Oh, a death threat
on a rich brat.

As in hired assassin.

Duvals are trying
to keep this low-profile.

Then call us when
the brat's keeled over.

Camille.

Ever heard of teamwork,
Lieutenant?

Teamwork's overrated,
if you ask me.

It requires trust.

I'm ordering you two
to be there.

You're on the guest list.

You're going to do background
checks on every guest,

every staff member
and caterer of the hotel.

You screw this up,
it'll screw up your careers.

Is that clear?

- Crystal.
- Crystal.

So go.

[ Sighs ]

[ Birds squawking ]

PHILIPPE:
Maybe your boss was right.

You need to leave it alone.

[ Gearshift clicks ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

WAITRESS: Hello.

Double espresso, black.

WAITRESS:
As usual?

- Yeah, thanks.
- Sure.

Did you know that coffee
originated in Ethiopia,

where a goatherd noticed
that a particular bean

made his goats all jittery.

Curious by nature,
he decided to try the bean.

Not now.

Did you see him?

They got to him.
He won't budge.

Padel accident?

Someone tried to run me
off the road.

Same car as the other night.

Boire?

That means he's on to you.

And that means he's
more likely to a make mistake.

Also mean that he wants
to kill me.

Mmm.

Thanks, honey.

Question is,
who does Boire works for?

What have you discovered?

You've had copies
of everything I have.

So the three gangsters that gave
testimony against your father,

let's call them
the Three Stooges for fun.

There must be a logical
connection between them.

Maybe your father arrested
them all at some point.

Already checked, nothing.

Alright, so remember
our goatherd?

Well, he had a friend, the abbot
at the local monastery,

who decided to distill
and brew this bean into a drink

to keep him awake
during evening prayers.

Coffee then disseminated
throughout the whole world.

And it was the British
who were responsible

for turning the Americans
into coffee drinkers

when the people of Boston,

so outraged at the high taxation
of their favorite beverage,

dumped the whole shipment
into the harbor

at the eponymous Tea Party
that you've no doubt heard of,

and the Americans chose coffee.

Is there a point
to a history lesson?

There is always a connection.

We just haven't found it yet.

You two simply can't
get enough of each other?

We need to get to the Majestic.

Oh, yeah.
Huge party, VIPs only.

Sorry.
That means you can't come.

Can you be quiet, Sherlock?

I don't trust this guy.

CAMILLE: Don't mind him.
It's okay.

We need background checks on
Duval and his guests attending.

Interpol intelligence suggests

the hit man could be one
known as "Nightshade."

Atropa belladonna. Deadly.

You a botanist now?

The Nightshade supposedly
disappeared 15 years ago.

Hasn't been seen
or heard of since.

Vanished without a trace.
Poof. Gone.

- Some say dead.
- So what do you think?

Would a ghost
come out of retirement

for a hit on a rich
douchebag bachelor?

- Le Majestic, right?
- LéA: Yep.

Let's go.
It's on him.

Pleasure, as always.

Guess who.

Yeah, of course it's me.

Oh, you know,
keeping my head above water.

What have you heard recently
about a Nightshade?

[ Bird squawking ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

You need my botany skills.

Of course you are here.

What more do you know
about the Nightshade?

The plant or the assassin?

Guess.

Well, it's a toxic, perennial,
herbaceous plant

- from the same family as...
- The other one, smartass.

I know.
It was a joke.

No one knows who he or she is.

The Nightshade
is supremely versatile,

happy to kill long range
with a sniper rifle

or a bit of a poisoning

or even from close range
with a silencer.

But the one constant
is the memento,

which is always
a skull-shaped pendant.

- A skull pendant?
- I know.

- Really?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Why do all killers
suffer from vanity?

I'll let you know
when I find him.

Or her.

It could be a "her."

Oh, surely you know, Camille,

the female of the species
is more deadly than the male.

If crossed, for sure.

You have an irritating knack of
popping up all over the place.

We, that is police,
has it covered.

Guys, keep an eye on...

Blondie here.

Do not let him in.

- Oh, yeah, don't--
- Sorry, can't stay here.

No, I know.
I'm going. Bye.

See ya.

[ Indistinct conversations,
telephone rings ]

Oh, Jesus, I need a break.

I'll head up
to the swimming pool.

Leo, Leo, they need more time
to get everything ready.

You know what?
Bring me a bottle of Cristal.

- TESS: Excuse me?
- Yeah, ice-cold.

What the hell is going on
with him today?

Ahh, siblings.
You gotta love them.

All that anxious attachment,

a giddy blend of love
and rivalry laced with a bit

- of hatred of guilt.
- Why are you still here?

You see, there's one tiny detail
that I forgot to mention.

The Nightshade has never failed
to complete a contract.

- Ah, Serge. How are you?
- Hello.

I have a reservation. Delmasse.

Sure, I'll have a look.
So, Delmasse.

Listen, my friend, you see
the young woman over there?

I don't suppose
you can do me a favor.

FRANCINE:
Uh, yes, there's a problem.

We had to let your room
to another guest.

Excuse me?
I had a booking.

It would appear not.
The hotel is fully booked.

I don't care.
I have a reservation.

- Not to worry.
- Thank you.

FRANCINE: I'm sorry,
but there are no rooms.

Get me your manager.

Hi.

Francine, you have to find her
a room right now.

Okay, it would seem a room
has become available

at short notice.

- It's complimentary.
- Thank you, uh, Francine.

- Enjoy your stay.
- Thank you.

You're welcome.

What?

After you.

[ Elevator beeps ]

The honeymoon suite?!

- We needed a room.
- We?!

[ Scoffs ] Tell me,
how many other women

have you conned
into the honeymoon suite?

- What, I--
- No, no, no, no, no.

You know what?
I really don't care.

Just remember one thing.
I carry a gun. Legally.

Well, uh, speaking of guns,
I suppose that's where

your millionaire
bachelor-cum-arms dealer

is staying.

Come on, you really think
there is a threat?

You ever wondered
why the arms world

- is called the Shadow World?
- [ Beep ]

After you.

Oh, God!

You're welcome.

[ Gasps ]

You see, I was raised
to value certain traditions.

CAMILLE: What are you doing?
Put me down now.

Put me down!

HARRY: Ta-da!

Hey, man, if you want to get
out of here, put me down now.

- Alright, suit yourself.
- No, no, no!

[ Harry laughs ]

[ Spits ]

Did your mother ever tell you
how annoying you are?

Now, now, there's no need
to get too personal.

Oh, please, just go.

As you wish, my lady.

Ahh!
Look at that.

Takes your breath away,
doesn't it?

CAMILLE: Yeah.

View from the roof
of the town library's better.

Ah, the venue for
Leo Duval's party, no doubt.

How much space
does the guy need?

Well, to be exact,
150 square meters.

Just enough room for a bunch
of self-respecting VIPs

to cut a rug under the stars.

Although,
it's a little bit too exposed

to snipers for my liking.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Léa, I'm staring
at the top floor.

Duval's terrace is way too open.

I have a bad feeling about this.

We need to dig a little deeper
into the Duval enterprises.

Competitors, deals being made, contracts.

Already on it.

Leo is getting the majority
of company shares

when he's turning 30.

He will be the new CEO.

Their new contracts
are worth billions,

according to the press.

Mm. Maybe somebody
wants to interfere?

He's going to be a sitting duck
out on that terrace.

We're checking every guest
in the hotel--

who they are,
where they're from,

how long they've been here.

Will send it over ASAP.

So, how's the Majestic?

- Well, you know--
- [ Bang ]

Camille?

What?
A little refreshment?

- Glass of bubbles?
- LéA: Camille?

Can't you see I'm working?

So am I.

Is that Harry?

Yes. No.
Well, he got us a room.

- Us?
- CAMILLE: No, not in that way.

You know, there was a mix-up,
some trouble with the booking.

- It's a long story.
- Why is he still here?

HARRY:
Here's your champagne, darling.

- You're drinking champagne?
- No, he opened it.

I'm not-- I'm not--

Look, focus.
Okay?

Bring me that list,
and I'll call you later.

- Yes, Lieutenant.
- CAMILLE: And--

Nothing.
I'll check in later.

[ Sighs ]

[ Keys clacking,
computer beeps ]

What?
We're honeymooning.

Okay, albeit undercover,
but I think we should at least

play our parts,
don't you, darling?

Hm. You know, people talk
real funny without their teeth.

HARRY: I've got something
that might cheer you up.

It's about your father's case.

Come over here.

You remember those three stooges
I was talking about?

Well, I checked into
their financials

to see if there was
any crossover.

I've already done it.
There isn't.

Correct... ish.

Fact is that the very day
that they all testified,

the exact same payment was made
into three numbered accounts.

Now, these accounts
aren't identical,

but they are sequential.

Numbers 80549906, 07, 08.

Now, that's the thing
about numbered accounts.

If an individual
opens three accounts

on behalf of three
other individuals,

they're more than likely
to be sequential,

accounts one, two, and three.

Bet you didn't spot that,
now, did you?

No, I'm not massively familiar

with offshore accounts,
you know.

Okay, so let me educate you.

The correct name
is actually numbered accounts.

Offshore accounts
just means they're offshore.

Numbered accounts means
you can't be tr--

It doesn't matter.

Point is, my educated guess

is that these three accounts
were opened by the same person,

the same person
who's paying Julien Boire.

Hm.

Sorry?

I'll ask Léa to check.

Do.

Now back to our friend
Leo Duval.

Who had it in for Leo?

CAMILLE: Hm.

And who would gain
if Leo's not the new CEO?

HARRY:
Sibling rivalry?

The sister's not exactly
his biggest fan.

Or a business competitor?

Or a nation state
terrified that its enemy

might purchase
Leo's firecrackers

and find them directly
aimed down their throats.

In that case, it's something
for the DGSE, not us.

You mean the local babysitters?
Come on.

I'm going to talk to him.

Need a translator who's fluent
in rich douchebag?

Oh, no.
Enjoy your bubbly, darling.

I will, darling.

Lieutenant Delmasse, Cannes PD.

I'm here to see Mr. Duval.

[ Wand beeps ]

I'll be needing that back.

- [ Keypad beeping ]
- Follow me?

Fuck's sake, you do as I say,
or you're fired, okay?

Call you back.

Leo Duval, right?

I'm Lieutenant Delmasse.

If it's any consolation,
I hated my 30th, too.

What can I do for you,
Lieutenant Delmasse?

I have to be honest,

have you any idea of anyone
who would want to--

To what?
Kill me?

Oh, let's see.

Um, yeah,
there's my first nanny,

my cousin Charles,
my beloved sister.

Oh, and let's not forget
my dear mama and papa.

- I'm serious.
- So am I.

All of this is just for show.

Just an illusion to make us
believe I'm safe.

Something to ease
my parents' conscience.

You don't seem very concerned.

Well, I guess I'm tired
of being scared.

Would you follow me?

[ Birds squawking ]

Tomorrow you will be
the major shareholder

of a billion-dollar corporation.

Yeah, peddling guns
all over the world?

I didn't say that.

No, you didn't.

But everybody thinks it.

Well, I wouldn't recommend

holding your party
out in the open, hmm?

Lieutenant, listen,
it's just a small dinner party

with a couple of close friends.

We're holding it inside.

Feel free to join us.

We'll all feel much safer
with you here.

Hm.
What happened to your leg?

I ran off the road on
a motorcycle when I was young.

Young and stupid.

[ Cellphone buzzing, ringing ]

I'm sorry.
I have to take this.

LEO: Sure.

Promise me you'll keep
your head down.

Roger that, Lieutenant.

Yes, Léa.

Listen up, top floor,

two doors down from Duval.

Okay.

LéA:
There is one suspicious guest.

He checked in
as Hillary St. John.

Only problem,
there's no such person.

He's in his 60s.

Age fits.
Could he be the Nightshade?

- LéA: Might be.
- Thank you.

LéA: There's only one way
to find out.

Okay. I'll go
and have a word with him.

LéA: Keep on going.
Talk to you later.

Léa, thought any more
about the promotion?

I have, yes.

And?

And...

I'd like to accept.

But I can't.

So...

my answer is no.

Let's hope you don't
regret that.

Some offers only come once.

Don't let your girl-crush
get in the way of a good career.

HARRY:
Ah, there you are, darling.

You've been gone
an awfully long time.

Should I be worried?

I've been working.

[ Wand beeps ]

Oh, look,
even the soup's a threat.

That's paranoia for you.

So, what did Duval say?

What's that?

[ Stammers ]
What? Leo's dead?

- Oh, no, not yet.
- Oh, God.

But now we know he's here.

Or she.
Could be a she.

Could be a she.

Hillary St. John?

I'm sorry. I think you'll
have to take the next one.

Wait, wait!

Oh, no. Wait. Wait.

Aah!

You mean the Nightshade?

A guest who checked in
under a false name.

- [ Ding ]
- He stopped at the fourth floor.

Wait.
Hold up.

Are you going to run
all the way down to the lobby?

I missed cardio today.

HARRY: No, I think
you're in great shape.

CAMILLE:
Wait! [ Grunts ]

I don't think you need
any more cardio.

Merde!
He's going down again.

Of course he is.

Either he got out
or someone got in.

And you really think
he's your assassin?

Age fits.

HARRY: Okay.

[ Breathing heavily ]

HARRY: You know, he could just
be a guest traveling incognito.

Maybe he's a friend of yours?

[ Elevator bell dings ]

Good Lord!

What is going on?

Monsieur Travert,
I'm with the police.

Do you know this man?

Okay.

Better get the guests
out of here.

Okay.

Camille, wait.
Wait!

Security!
Security!

Fourth floor,
he's gotta be here somewhere.

HARRY: Or she.
Could be a she.

And what if he wasn't
the intended target?

Maybe-- Maybe it was Duval

and he was delayed
by your line of questioning?

You told me the Nightshade
never makes mistakes.

Since when have you
ever listened to what I said?

But honestly, there's--
there's hope for you yet.

[ Breathing heavily ]

- Aah! God Almighty!
- Whoa.

Put the gun down, darling.

Damn it, we lost him.

It's Francine, isn't it?

Please, you'll have to
excuse my friend.

She's a little on edge.

She didn't get her cardio
this morning.

Are you okay?

You sure?
Okay.

Terribly sorry, so sorry.

Léa, you have to come down here.

Bring Ramz.

We have a dead body.

What can you tell us, Ramz?

Single bullet to the middle
of the forehead, close range.

Elevator stopped, killer got in.

Although no trace of anyone
on the CCTV,

- according to hotel security.
- Okay.

The Nightshade's signature card.

Better check it
for prints and DNA.

RAMZY:
The Nightshade?

I mean, that's--
that's legendary.

Why kill this St. John, a guest
hiding behind a fake name?

He wasn't on the guest list.
I checked.

Anything on the gun?

Probably Ruger Mark II pistol,
complete with silencer,

the Nightshade trademark,
used in "Assassins," 1995.

Stallone and Banderas
are young hit men

out to kill
an old retired hit man.

Story by the Wachowskis,
you know,

before the red pill
and the blue pill.

So basically about two hit men
out to kill each other?

Sometimes I think taking the
blue pill would've been better.

Agreed.
Ignorance is bliss.

RAMZY: I'll send the bullet
over to ballistics.

CAMILLE:
Yeah. Do that.

Okay.

LéA:
Camille!

Cam!

[ Tires screeching ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

You have to talk to me.
What's going on?

Not now, Léa.

I'll tell you everything,
but just not now.

Fine.

I'll check Hillary St. John's
dental records.

Okay.

[ Birds squawking ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Piano music playing ]

Thank you.

[ Indistinct talking ]

No! No!

HARRY:
I love you!

No!

BARTENDER:
Good afternoon, sir.

Hi. I'm alright.

Actually, no, Black Rose,
easy on the bitters,

heavy on the cognac, yeah?

Of course, sir.

[ Sighs ]

Here's your drink, sir.

Put it on my room.

The honeymoon suite.

Ah!

How goes
the wandering detective?

I would buy you a drink,

but I know how seriously
you take your work.

So, um... cheers!

Cheers.

Why would somebody kill
the old man in the elevator?

Well, at least we know
he wasn't Nightshade.

And that means the Nightshade
might still be here.

Yeah, that is
a sobering thought.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

More bad news?

From my sister.

A complete mess.

I can't deal with it right now.

Oh, as an only child,
I can only imagine.

She is something else,
your sister.

She-- She is--
She is so different from you.

So much more--

Um, how-- how--
how do I even put it?

More-- More-- More--

More Cannes.

You done?

Don't you ever speak to me
about me, my sister, or Cannes.

You know nothing
about any of them.

You're just like the rest,
a tourist!

Outsiders, visitors, parasites.

None of you belong.

None of you are my people.

None of you are from here.

I was born here.

I went to school here.

I had my first kiss here.

My first heartbreak.

- And I'll die here.
- I'm sorry if I--

- No, shut it.
- Okay.

These streets, these people,
this city made me.

Is me.

I'm not a criminal,
a fashionista,

a movie star, or anything else.

Cut me and I bleed Cannes.

We lend the likes of you
our city, our heritage.

You don't deserve it.

And when you and the rest
of them have long gone,

I'll still be here.

We'll still be here.

And we'll be just fine.

[ Applause ]

So, where did you say
you were from again?

Oh, come on.

Finally, there you are.

Not a word.

Well...

We have a positive ID
on St. John.

Dental records identified him
as Roger Thompson, former MI6.

What?
Why was he here?

Well, maybe he was hired as part
of Duval's security team.

My thought exactly, but no.

I looked him up.
He's a writer.

Old criminal cases.
Guess about what.

The Nightshade.

You got to be kidding me.

[ Cellphone buzzing, ringing ]

Ramzy, talk to me.

So the DNA report came back.

No match in any files,
but it's a woman's DNA.

CAMILLE:
A woman assassin?

- Yeah.
- Okay. Thank you.

[ Chuckles ] What did I say
about the female of the species?

So, honeymoon?

[ Indistinct conversations
in distance ]

TESS: Yeah, we are still waiting
for the hors d'oeuvre.

Can you please hurry up?
Everyone is already here.

Okay?
Yeah, bye, sure.

Leo, your guests
are waiting for you.

- LEO: Hey, Tessy.
- TESS: Uh-huh?

I'm sorry for being such a pain.

It's just that--

What?
What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong.

It's just that
I don't think I can

or want to handle
all of this by myself.

Most importantly, I really feel
like this business

could use a feminine touch.

What are you saying?

I think I'm saying I want you
to be my co-CEO.

Hey, you don't have to give me
an answer right now.

Come, let's meet our guests.

Please.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

LEO:
My dear friends!

My dear friends!

What a sight for sore eyes.

CAMILLE:
Triple-checking everything!

And Nina is fuming.
I can't just sit here.

The assassin might already
be at the dinner party.

Either as a guest or staff.

She's using different MOs,
just like you said.

Come on, let's go.

It's a party, Detective.
There's a certain dress code.

I find life's a lot more fun

when you pay attention
to the little details.

Serge provided me with this.

I believe it's your size.

No glass slippers, I'm afraid.

What?

Where's your friend?

Ah, here he is.

Shall we?

Yeah.

[ Clinking ]

CAMILLE:
Okay, speech time.

My dear friends.

My father told me,

"Leo, my boy, don't worry
about turning 30.

You'll get used to it.

Well, of course,
you'll be 40 by then."

[ Laughter ]

Sorry. Sorry.
It was funny.

30, yeah?
Time to grow up.

Stop fooling around.

To you all, my friends.

Happy birthday!

Never grow up, never grow up.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Cheers.

HARRY: So, are we gonna
have to pat down

every single one of these women
and search them for guns?

Because I think Leo would have
been your man, actually.

They've already been scanned.

Oh, right. Shame.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Ramz?

Yes, just got the prints.

- [ Cellphone chimes ]
- LéA: Good job.

I'll brief Camille.

Cam, Cam.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Yes.

LéA: Yes, Cam,
we have a new suspect.

- Who?
- No prints on the pendant,

but Ramz found a print
on St. John's wallet,

meaning the killer was careless.

Belonging to?

LéA:
Cléo Faucher, ex-military.

AKA Francine Bernard.

The snotty receptionist?

HARRY:
What? Francine?

The Nightshade?
No. No.

She's a stagiaire.

[ Alarm blaring ]

- MAN: What's happened?
- BODYGUARD: No problem.

What the fuck?

See what's going on.

Ladies and gentleman,
please, stay calm.

That's no accident.

No problem.

Léa, she's close, I can feel it.

Go find her and get her.

Okay.

Seal off all hotel exits!
Nobody in or out!

- We have to get you out of here.
- No, I'm not going anywhere.

Look, I don't have time
to argue, okay?

LEO: Lieutenant.

I don't want to be rude,
but right now

you're ruining the party.

Camille, protect Duval!
I'll find Faucher.

Copy that.

Listen to me.
It's dangerous. Stand up.

[ Alarm continues ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

Fuck!

LEO: Everything is
under control, okay?

It's ridiculous.
I'm not gonna leave my guests.

It doesn't make any sense.

Waitress.

Excuse me, young lady.
I can't possibly eat this.

Piss off!

[ People screaming ]

Camille, wait!

There's no need to run, Cléo.

[ Grunting ]

Don't move!

Don't move!

[ Man shouts ]

[ Silenced gunshots ]

- [ Gun clicks ]
- Fuck! Fuck!

Aah! Aah!

[ Elevator bell dings ]

[ Muzak playing ]

Fuck!

[ Muzak playing ]

[ Elevator bell dings ]

[ Grunts ]

I'd say we make
a pretty wonderful team.

Shut it.

[ Breathing heavily ]

The thing that bugged us was
the killing of Roger Thompson...

...a former MI6 operative.

Turned writer.

Writing about cold cases,
unsolved cases, the Nightshade.

Thompson's obsession, really.

We found it in his room.

He believed he had
figured it all out,

the identity behind
the infamous assassin.

Who hired you?

Nobody.
It wasn't a contract.

It was personal, hmm?

I mean, you must have been
like 15 years old

when the Nightshade disappeared.

I believe the answer
is right here.

"When the Nightshade disappeared

after failing
his last assignment,

he left two
young daughters behind,

girls who lost their father
to a ruthless profession."

Ruthless.

And if you read further,

the last assignment was the head
of an arms corporation--

Hugo Duval, Leo's father.

But he is very much alive.

Because your father
was betrayed and killed

when he tried to escape.

Why Leo?
He didn't shoot your dad.

Me and my sister thought
we'd pay our respects

the day Leo
inherited the empire.

Take everything from him.

Just like his father did to us.

Motive's clear.

"Unidentified man
found brutally executed.

Social services
took the daughters."

An eye for an eye.

Very biblical.

[ Horn honking ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Suis-Yola?

LéA:
You need some help?

I don't miss the dress.

I felt crammed in,
like a sausage.

Speaking of sausages,
where's Harry?

CAMILLE:
Hm? I don't know.

I'm in love with this city.

But now you're leaving it.

I turned it down.

The promotion?

I'm staying.

You know I love this city, too.

See you tomorrow.

[ Up-tempo music plays ]