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DUEL IN THE SUN

Stop looking at your watch or you'll wear it out.

You're not the one getting married.

Punctual women are always hiding something.

Relax now. It's a beautiful day, isn't it?

- Maybe for you it is. For me... - You'll be a grandpa soon.

Yes, exactly! Exactly!

Get used to the idea, Ange.

- You have gray hair. - Right.

Maybe the little one is already on his way.

Who knows.

I thought you wouldn't come!

That hairdresser...

Let's not talk about work. You look ravishing.

- Do you like my hair? - Yes.

And the dress?

- You haven't even looked. - Yes, my dear.

- What about the shoes? - Darling...

You look beautiful, okay?

Shall we?

There are days when you regret having left your bed.

Prosecutor, ma'am...

She seems to have drowned.

But it was not accidental.

She has marks on her wrists. She was tied up.

I'll tell you more tonight.

They found her.

They're not relatives and have no idea who she is.

We looked, and there are no reports of missing people.

What do we have to move forward?

Her horse riding suit.

Better than nothing. Get to work.

A murdered kid means the media, the prefect

and I... will want answers.

I'm counting on you.

Hey, Toussaint!

Shall we go dancing tonight?

Why is he here?

- Who? - Versini!

There was a mistake on the audition statement.

- Are you kidding? - I wish I was.

Will you do nothing about it?

Sorry, Seb, I have no choice.

Think about the girl.

Someone will need us. Find out who.

Le Tallec.

When?

Keep her warm. We're coming.

Gathered before the Church,

hand in hand,

please exchange your mutual consent.

Joséphine,

do you want to be my wife?

Yes, I do.

And you, Bruno, do you want to be my husband?

Yes, I do.

Remember, this is sacred.

Yes... I know.

Calm down! Calm down...

I want to get to know my grandchildren.

You're not even married.

Exactly. Give me a chance!

Hi. Call me back, this is urgent.

Leave him alone for today.

If we don't tell him, he'll yell at us. Wanna bet?

She arrived 30 minutes ago.

She was panicking, mumbling. We didn't get her at first.

Any news?

Captain Le Tallec. Tell me.

I told them.

Do you have any news?

- Your daughter was kidnapped? - I paid a ransom.

- And heard nothing back. - A ransom? Come with me.

- What do you know? - Come.

Tell me!

- Give me that, come on. - One second.

Come on, give it.

Oh, shit...

Hello, Hyacinthe.

You, here?

How dare you?

Why? Did you make the invitations?

Now listen:

You better change that tone and get out of here.

I didn't come to see you.

But you did, fortunately.

Do not get near him, do you understand?

Fuck you, Hyacinthe.

- You don't make laws here. - That depends.

Leave me your address and I'll go see you tomorrow.

And, until then, do not set a foot on the street!

Take her home.

She was coming home after her horse riding lesson.

My sister went to pick her up because...

Listen...

I did what he asked.

I brought the money today, at 10.

When was she kidnapped?

Yesterday.

- Why didn't you call us? - It was my father!

He thought it was too risky and preferred to pay.

Do you know anything? If you do, tell me!

It's my husband.

He's arriving from Montreal and doesn't know yet.

My father said he couldn't have helped.

- Your father...? - Enzo Castelli.

Hello?

Pierre... No, I'm not okay.

It's Alice.

They took her!

What kind of guy is Castelli?

Well... not the easy type.

What are you doing?

Hyacinthe? Toussaint. How are you?

I need to speak to Ange.

No, it's really urgent. I know.

For the dessert, I hope. Save me some, okay?

Okay, I'll hold.

- So you can reach him... - Ange?

How are you taking it?

Castelli is involved.

I'll call you back.

No... No... No...!

Enzo Castelli is a hero for the nationalists.

He was in Aléria in 1975.

He faced the mobile guards. 2 dead.

I mean, a real hero.

They were defending their land and families.

Le Tallec, 12 winegrowers entrenched

against 1,200 police troops with armored vehicles.

It was dramatic. That's what it means to have balls.

Now he's a great producer, maybe the best.

His white wine is... marvelous!

I'm so sorry, Mr. Castelli.

I went to pick Alice up

at 4pm, as usual.

We stopped in Mezzavia to buy peaches.

I had forgotten to bring a snack for her.

The van stopped...

right next to her.

When I turned around, they had her already.

I tried to hang on to the door...

- How many men? - She doesn't know!

She didn't see anything!

What was the van like?

White.

Rather big.

- Did it have wheels, maybe? - Mr. Castelli!

I'm sorry.

It all happened very fast...

Show them the video.

The video.

She was playing with my phone just before we stopped.

I love your braid.

- Will you make me one? - If you're good.

I'm really good. Ask mom. Come on!

- Come on, please! - Okay...

- Thanks! I love you! - Me too.

Sit straight and fasten your seatbelt.

The kidnappers apparently knew your routine.

Did you notice anything in particular

the days before it happened?

Yes.

The burglary.

When?

I don't know. It was... a month or two ago.

They didn't take much. Just little stuff.

A camera... Alice's iPod...

We're going to need you, Miss Castelli.

Stop whining!

That's not going to help us find them!

- Do what you're told! - Dad!

Sorry, Ms. Castelli,

but your daughter is in shock, she feels guilty, but...

Nobody tells me how to talk to her. Much less a cop!

Alice died for her fault. That's the truth.

If you had called us, she'd still be alive.

That's the truth, Mr. Castelli.

You bastard! Why didn't you tell me anything?

Could you have paid?

- I did what had to be done. - You only care about money.

I'm talking about my daughter!

My little daughter!

Hey, stop, please.

I'll go back to my wedding.

- I leave you in charge. - Sure.

It was a Jumper.

It slowed down. The girl was over there,

playing with Tintin.

- Tintin? Who's that? - Tintin, my donkey.

The guy grabbed the girl and put her inside.

Julie tried to hang on to the rearview mirror,

but he escaped.

Didn't you call the police?

I called Enzo. It was up to him to decide.

Of course.

Yes, I know what time it is.

Well, computers are kind of like dogs, aren't they?

They don't sleep deeply.

So go wake one up right now

and get me that fucking answer!

I don't recognize it.

Such vans are usually used for deliveries.

We see more 4x4s and Porches.

Apart from 4x4s and Porsches, did you notice

anything special these days? - That depends.

Is it true what they say about little Alice?

That depends. What do they say?

Well, that she was...

She was a nice girl. It's horrible.

Thank you.

I called the airport.

The father didn't arrive today,

but yesterday at 2:20 pm from Roissy.

2 hours before the kidnapping.

Well... who's going?

Oh no... not me! He'll hate me.

No, no, Le Tallec, come on...

It's a beautiful day for you, no doubt.

But it's a beautiful day for me too.

A relief, actually.

No, no...

I'm serious. Not because...

I was scared you would never get married.

You've always had admirers.

I sometimes even felt like sending them to jail.

No, but...

actually, my dear Bruno,

it's been exactly...

28 years...

since I started trembling.

Because little girls are fragile things.

They get colds, tonsillitis, or even worse!

And you never sleep again.

And all you want is to be sick in their place.

And then, one day,

they take their bike and go off to school.

And then you pray...

that some idiot doesn't start a fire

at the wrong moment.

And...

another day,

she loses her mom.

Well. And then...

you don't know how to comfort her.

So much so, that...

you don't even feel your own pain anymore.

And another day, later on, but this always comes too soon...

she goes to the disco!

Yes, that happens!

In short...

all I wanted to tell you...

Yes, Toussaint.

...today, Bruno, is that...

it's your turn to share all the happy moments

and all the sleepless nights. So welcome to the family!

Thank you.

Thanks.

I miss her so much!

She is here. I see her in your eyes.

Music!

Excuse me, Toussaint.

I'll tell him. In 5 minutes.

Come! Come dance!

Bruno.

Go dance, come on...

How could you do this

on a day like this?

The guard said he was not at the parking lot before 4.

We'll check it out.

Congratulations, boss!

There he is!

What a stain!

Stains become worse if you rub them.

So?

The father seems to be a potential suspect.

I thought you understood.

I need information on Renucci, not about the investigation.

Things are happening around his pal Hyacinthe Ricciardi.

I'm listening.

His men made some noise yesterday.

They were after someone.

I don't know who yet, but I'm on it.

Dig.

Find me a gold nugget.

A vacant post at the SRPJ should motivate you.

Do you follow?

It's complicated...

It will get even worse unless you provide an explanation.

A real solid one.

I have a mistress.

I lied to my wife.

That happens often. Her name?

She's married. I can't get her involved.

You're the one at risk here,

so you better be careful.

Where did you go?

Hotel...

Does the hotel have a name, or is it also married?

- Confortel, near the airport. - Very classy.

It's discreet.

It doesn't require personal check-in.

What were you doing at the horse club

parking lot at 4 pm?

I wanted to see Alice riding. I never have time to go...

Had I stayed, nothing would have happened...

You better stop lying, Mr. Voiron.

You better stop!

You came back a day earlier without telling your wife,

you went to see your daughter... Am I supposed to believe you?

I wanted to see her from a distance.

To see if things were going as planned?

- Well, no! - Oh, yes, mister!

- 30 minutes later, she was... - I didn't kidnap her!

She's my daughter!

Check with the hotel! My credit card!

Let's go. Put him away.

- Toussaint? - Yes.

- Let's go for a drink. - It was about time.

You can come if you want.

Thank you, but no.

- Well, I did invite you! - Thanks.

Am I interrupting?

What are you doing here?

I thought you might be in the mood to talk.

At 1 am?

It's a lonely time of night...

especially tonight.

A psychologist would call that a "projection."

Stop reflecting.

Renucci's daughter got married,

it's all over now.

Maybe we could...

Listen...

I don't know what you mean, and that's not your problem.

I'm investigating the death of a girl.

The prosecutor wants answers.

I'm going to go back to work. Thanks for your visit.

You know the way out.

I am your friend. Don't forget that.

So this is your home.

It's all Pierre left me. If you have something better...

You work in real estate, right?

We don't need you here. Especially not Ange.

You've done enough harm.

The Middle Ages are over. Women have rights now.

Did you ask Ange what he thinks?

He doesn't know what's good for him. He's a cop.

And you... shouldn't forget what you owe me.

Don't worry.

You have as much to lose as I do, if he hears the truth.

Do you want to talk about your son?

- Know how he died? - Pierre died 18 years ago.

A heart attack, 4 months ago, in his sleep.

We were getting ready for Christmas.

In case you're interested, he didn't suffer.

Where is he?

In Saint-Barth. Buried under his false name.

There.

- I have nothing more to say. - Well, leave Ange alone.

Don't come near him.

Get lost.

Forever!

You're off target.

My son-in-law is an idiot, not a pig.

He needed money, didn't he?

He works for me.

I pay him well.

Let him go. My daughter doesn't need this.

Don't mess with honest people. Just find out who did it.

Or I'll do it myself.

Voiron, Alice's father, is in charge of exports.

He does a good job, but he's not an associate.

He's Castelli's employee.

- Because he's a pinzutu. - No!

He only cares about Francesca. She'll take over one day.

He doesn't want Voiron to make decisions

once he's gone.

He's planned everything.

- Here, please your palate. - No, no.

My palate would agree, but my liver might complain.

Come on! I thought you were tougher.

I'm not so young anymore.

How does Voiron take it?

As he can. He has no choice.

He's often in Paris. We have offices there.

He wanted to convince Castelli to open a wine bar,

but the old man said "no", as usual.

"Money is for the vineyard, not to fool around."

But he did open the bar, huh?

Not officially.

We sell little in Paris,

except here.

The sales are quite large,

and Voiron is the one who does it!

I see...

Voiron did reserve a room at the Confortel.

The system indicates the key was handed to him at 5 pm,

but we can't know if he had company.

Does this mistress really exist?

Obviously not.

He used that as an excuse.

So maybe he brought the girl to the room.

He had to have an accomplice.

Maybe 2.

The mom put the money in a bag and threw it from a bridge,

then it was picked up by a man on a motorcycle.

What about the phone record?

Nothing between his arrival and the call to his wife.

That's strange for a business man.

There's a second phone.

We're expecting the record from the kidnapper's line.

A mobile?

Not a home phone.

I mean a mobile for the crime.

2 months ago, he asked

his father-in-law for money to open a bar in Paris.

The old man refused, so... It was actually to refloat it.

The bar exists already. It's near the Champs-Elysées.

It's about to go bankrupt,

so it needs money urgently. This is all very fishy.

Well, Voiron is not a hard example.

We've caught harder ones!

Wrap it up as soon as possible, Renucci.

Sure, as usual...

prosecutor, ma'am.

Are you okay, Renucci? You look tired.

Well, I'm not. But you smell good.

Your husband had a debt,

your father refused to refloat the bar.

The only solution he had left was...

What bar? What is...?

- That's a lie. - The kidnapping failed.

Now you tell us how and why!

They have no clue,

so they're making me a suspect!

- You didn't...! - No!

I swear by what is most precious to me...

You swear by our daughter. Is that it?

I didn't do it! Believe me!

She was everything to me!

You didn't...!

You didn't...!

I don't know who you are! You're lying!

You're lying!

My client doesn't have to put up with this.

Calm down.

Are you okay? Did she hurt you?

Okay...

We have the forensic report.

The girl was intoxicated with sleeping pills...

but that's not what killed her.

There was wool in her throat.

She was choked.

- What about the wine bar? - We met the manager.

Delphine Martin.

A woman.

- I sent a DPJ team in. - No, no...

We'll go ourselves.

Heads or tails, Le Tallec?

- I'm terrified of that. - Yes...

and I'm terrified of flying.

Go to bed early today, because tomorrow...

Pierre would've never done that.

What a nightmare! He adored that girl.

How is he doing? I haven't heard from him.

Are you close?

Outside of work, I mean.

We respect each other.

He's a very kind person.

It seems like you have financial difficulties.

It's been tough, but... we found an investor

3 weeks ago.

Mrs. Martin, how long have you been his mistress?

I am not his mistress.

We've lived together...

for 18 years.

But he's married.

You just love to bring good news, huh?

He told me he was married when I became pregnant.

He didn't want to choose. So I chose to accept.

This was 18 years ago.

Are you satisfied now?

What does that have to do...?

The boy...

Is he your son?

He's our son!

Christophe.

He must have felt sad about his half-sister's death.

I told him... Yes.

- Can I talk to him? - He's not here now.

He works at a summer camp in Ardèche.

What do you want from me?

I don't know about your grades in Geography, but...

Ardèche is further North.

There's a sea between the 2.

So... is that a crime?

What do you want?

To talk about Alice.

We found this in his locker.

Yes, it was... It was hers.

This is all ours... except for this.

That's not yours?

- No. - No?

So he was the one...

It's too soon to tell. We're interrogating him.

What about my husband?

His detention ends in 12 hours. We'll see then.

Can you take her statement?

Excuse me.

We found the van. What's left of it.

The owner died last year.

Of course...

What's left of a sleeping pill bottle, some wool...

Everything matches the forensic report.

Does Francesca Voiron know about the mistress?

No. 1 rule for survival: Never take a woman for an idiot.

She didn't flinch when she saw the son's picture.

Here is what I think.

Voiron found out his son was in Corsica.

So he got terribly scared

that he might tell everything to his wife.

But the boy had other plans...

Right.

Well, let's pick up again in presence of Mr...

Renucci!

Livia's son... Henri's sister...

- Yes, yes. How is he doing? - Well, after the accident...

- Send him my greetings. - I surely will.

Well...

so...

on the day of the kidnapping, you were off.

- Is that forbidden? - It's disturbing.

Nobody knows where you were.

I was in my tent. I was dead tired.

And the morning after you were on a beach, unseen by anyone,

and your motorcycle went to get the money by itself?

Motorcycle? What are you talking about?

You don't know what you're facing, son.

Kidnapping a minor, murder...

Look at this.

Does it tell you anything?

You've been researching the Castelli family.

Your phone is full of data on them.

You don't have to answer.

So you started by visiting the Castelli home,

you took notice of the girl's habits...

Her horse riding lessons... You even got hired

as a season worker at the club.

You saw the estate...

you saw that the Castellis had money.

And then you thought of your life in Paris.

Your part-time father...

The usual financial problems...

And he never had time for me!

He said it was due to work.

My mother believed him...

but the day I found out...

You thought he must pay, huh?

- Chief? - Yes.

We're bringing Voiron down. He wants to confess.

Once we interrogate his son. News travel fast here.

A little too fast, in fact.

Where is he?

You brought misery to our house,

that's all you've done!

You deserve to die!

You're a dead man! Dead!

Put him away!

That will calm him down.

Let me go! You can't do this!

How did he get in here?

He came to file a complaint to gain access to the file.

Wow... Just at the right moment!

Alice managed to escape. José was unable to catch her.

She fell in the river.

Where is that José?

José what? Which José?

Enough of that crap.

Mr. Voiron, your daughter did not drown.

She was intoxicated and choked.

- Choked...? - It was murder.

It was not an accident.

Are you still willing to take the blame?

You want to protect your son.

I understand.

Here. This is...

the list of calls from your second phone.

Your mistress gave us all the numbers.

Delphine Martin.

The day you came back,

you made 49 calls!

Hotels, camps...

youth hostels... You looked for him everywhere!

And you located him at the horse club.

Your last call.

Then you understood that he was not after your wife,

but after your daughter! - I did it, I tell you.

Did you choke her?

Tell me, then.

I want to hear you say:

"I killed my daughter with my own hands."

I'm listening.

Okay.

Okay, you can leave.

He's not pressing charges.

They've told me about you.

I've heard you're a man who can answer questions.

We need to talk.

About your husband.

Toussaint! Le Tallec! Get in here.

- Where were you? - At the bowling.

Well...?

Now...

Christophe won this trophy 15 days ago, in a team

with a guy named...

Fred Potji.

What? Castelli's employee?

The one repairing the truck.

I interrogated him.

He seemed crystal clear.

He's worked there for 5 years,

and he was at the vineyard when Alice was kidnapped.

Says who?

He said it.

Potji!

Or what's left of him.

I went out with him 2 years ago.

He was a nice guy, but I soon realized

he just wanted to do Castelli's daughter.

I broke up with him.

- When? - I don't know...

A year.

But he didn't get it, he became rude

and started to hate me.

I understood when I saw that trophy in your office.

He plays bowling there often.

So I came here to ask him.

He was nervous. He threatened me.

I got scared.

I took what was at hand and hit him.

How is he doing?

Oh, no!

No, I didn't mean to...!

Boss!

We'll compare the numbers.

The amount seems correct.

His cell phone.

It's a prepaid phone. Two calls and an SMS.

"I'm ready now."

4:22 pm, on Friday.

Who is it?

Well...!

I knew Chinese whispers, but Corsican whispers...!

- What's going on? - Dad!

Don't worry.

It's not the ideal moment for a family meeting.

No!

Dad! Dad!

Will you stand in my way?

Your way will send you to jail if you don't stop now.

That bastard deserved to die.

I'm proud of you, girl!

How did you meet Potji?

At the bowling.

He was an asshole, but he gave me information on the estate.

You hate your dad, Potji hates Julie. That creates bonds.

Stop it!

I never would have hurt the girl. Never!

- But he would have. - I don't know! Ask him.

That's going to be tough. He's dead.

Your father thinks you did it. He tried to protect you.

Do you want him

to go to jail to prove that he loves you?

No prints of Christophe at Potji's place.

Nor on the bikes he has there.

Nor on the money.

Nothing on the van either. So, in short...

apart from the bowling, nothing ties him to Potji.

Who did he send those SMS to?

To a prepaid phone bought in cash. I'm on its track.

- Wow! - What?

Well, not bad!

Smartphone photos

carry a lot of data, like date and place.

Bingo. This was 2 days before the kidnapping.

She lied. They were still together.

Wait, wait...

Do you have the video the girl made

in the car?

I love your braid!

Will you make me one?

I'm very good! Ask mom. Come on, please!

There was a sound.

You looked down towards your knees. What was it?

I can tell you what it was.

That was the sound of a new SMS.

You were not looking at your mobile,

because Alice was using it to record you.

It's a second mobile.

This is when you got Potji's message that said

"I'm ready now."

You were still together. You used him to kidnap Alice.

I hung on to the van, and I was hurt!

You played a perfect role.

In front of an ideal witness, a fruit vendor,

a family friend who made you a stainless heroin!

Voiron was abroad...

which was convenient, as nobody would call the police.

You knew your father would settle it the Corsican way,

very discreetly!

Your father was not nice to you.

He was nice to your sister. He smashed your dreams.

He treated you like a maid

and a babysitter working for Francesca.

With some money, you could have started over.

But you had to risk your niece's life!

Yes or no?

Ms. Prosecutor,

this interrogation is torturing my client.

Is tying up, intoxicating, and choking a girl

in a van not torture, then?

I didn't want that!

She untied herself while Fred went to get the dough.

I don't know what happened afterwards.

He told me she was screaming,

so he was forced to make her keep quiet.

But she was not supposed to die. She wasn't!

She was not supposed to die!

What Julie did was against me, against Dad...

I didn't see it.

You'll never forgive me.

I'm sorry I thought...

that you...

or he...

As for all the rest... I don't know.

You decide.

Ange.

Let's shake hands.

Hi.

Subtitles: Eclair Media