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-A little. -What's that?

It's Selma with a man.

Who is he?

Remember when you thought Selma and I were together?

Yes.

We were together.

I was sure of it.

I don't have many solutions.

There are no host families available.

I don't see myself placing Zacharie in a reinforced education center.

It's only temporary, really,

until we find another foster family.

I don't understand how they met.

Did you investigate Selma's boyfriend?

-Marianne? -Yes?

You're not going to give up on my mother?

Never.

You know me, I don't give up.

Take advantage of the exhalation to release,

release...

Sorry, that's my bowl. It slipped out of my hand.

I'd finished my chocolate, which isn't available everywhere.

Let the sensation of breathing fill our attention.

Our consciousness is a sphere,

our breath fills this sphere,

and everything else is pushed outside the sphere.

Marianne, do you know where the brush is?

It's OK, I remember.

We let our minds rest soothingly where we are,

here and now, in this moment, which is our spirit...

Can I use the bathroom?

I won't be long.

Be patient with ourselves,

we're going to experience what's there,

without judgment, around oneself, within oneself.

Marianne, are you asleep?

It's almost time. We don't want to be late.

Come on, stop. Shut up. I'm fed up. It's getting on my nerves.

DETOX

Holy cow!

It's magnificent here. The panorama, wow!

Pastor, please stand back.

I can't. My legs feel like jelly.

Come closer.

I guess if we're here, it's because someone's here

who made it all the way down here.

Yes, 32-year-old Amandine Laroque,

who died between midnight and two a.m. last night,

according to initial estimates,

a fall of more than 30 yards into the sea

that killed her instantly.

All right, then. I'll just sit down.

So...

The ideal suspect would be

someone with severe depression with a mortifying tendency

or... That's better.

Or a nasty person with malicious intent?

I'd tend toward the second hypothesis.

Take a look, over there, just before the cliff,

on the left, before the laurel regrowth,

we see a shoe.

Hold on. I'll take a look.

I'll take your word for it, Pastor.

Come back. I can't talk to you like this.

You have to come back. Please come back.

She could well have lost the shoe herself.

When you want to end your life, you're not worried about shoes.

That's for sure.

Also, her boss,

Damien Rabiot, the owner of the premises,

found her this morning while doing yoga.

He let us know right away.

What's this place?

I've seen "Le Clos des Oliviers". A luxury spa?

An olive-oil-themed luxury spa?

No, this is a detox center.

Really?

People come to detox

from all kinds of addictions and return to a healthy life.

It's very fashionable.

For me, detox has nothing to do with it,

it's birch-artichoke tea.

I don't recommend it, it's disgusting.

Amandine was on duty that night.

When I found her shoe, I rushed to the studio,

but it was empty.

Was she depressed?

No, not at all.

She knew the place by heart.

She would never have approached the cliff without a reason.

Holy cow!

Is that the price for a day's treatment per person?

Yes.

I guess poor folks

stay at home with their addictions.

Our residents are looked after 24 hours a day

in an exceptional setting.

Can we see the studio where the victim was on duty?

Yes, it's this way.

I've got at least 150 euros' worth of water right now.

Amandine led the discussion groups.

She conducted individual interviews

for people who needed a more intimate setting

to confess their addictions.

Admit their addictions?

What's the procedure?

Does it remain cordial, or does it become a fistfight?

Some addictions are socially accepted,

others much less so.

Amandine's job was to facilitate

these confessions from personal experience.

Her experience?

She had suffered from a gambling addiction,

which led to a spiral of excessive debt.

She was in debt?

Yes.

She knew what it was like.

When you talk about hard-to-confess addictions,

do you get any juicy anecdotes?

No, not especially.

What's in there?

Valuables that residents wish to deposit

and their cell phones,

which they're asked to leave here for the duration of their stay.

The inventory is inside. Shall I open it for you?

Yes, please.

Do you take their belts and shoelaces, too, like us?

It's not a prison.

People come to free themselves.

How many rooms are there in this building?

For residents, none.

They're housed in suites scattered around the park.

This building is for reception, catering, and discussion groups.

Further on, you'll find activity areas.

Objects correspond to the inventory.

Apparently, nothing is missing.

I'm so sorry,

but where are your customers?

Or your patients, your residents. I don't know how you say it.

So far, we haven't come across any.

They're at lunch now.

Meals are shared to encourage bonding.

Yes, I thought so.

My stomach is growling.

Fancy a little bonding time, Pastor?

I don't mind. It's starting to feel a little...

I'll ask the chef to set two extra places.

Great.

The residents don't know about Amandine.

I'd like to tell them myself.

Of course.

Be discreet.

Your timing couldn't be better.

I love discretion, don't you, Pastor?

You're as silent as the grave.

Exactly. Discretion is what I prefer.

You're not going to announce her death to the residents?

Zachariah, damn. What's going on?

Yes, sweetie?

Yes. Yes, you know, under the flowerpot.

Opposite the house, on the left.

Didn't I show you?

I didn't show you, then.

It's no big deal. Lift all the pots and you'll find it.

Why are you there? Aren't you in class?

OK. All right, then. I'll try to get there not too late.

Kisses, sweetie.

He couldn't find the key.

I forgot to make a double. We put it under the flowerpot.

Apparently, he couldn't find it.

How are you two getting on?

Fine.

Yes, it's going very well. It's still a little...

But it's OK.

Yes, sweetie?

Did you find the key? Yes, good.

You called me to tell me, great.

Are you making any progress on your homework?

Yeah, great. Me? I'm fine.

Yes.

I'm investigating, I'm investigating, that's it.

It was a lady who threw herself...

I mean, she was pushed off the cliff, poor thing.

I'll leave you, sweetie.

Kisses.

He found the key.

-Under the third pot? -Right.

All better.

-Bon appétit. -Thank you.

Wow, the atmosphere...

If it's like this every day,

we'll have to look into the possibility of suicide.

Hello.

Hello.

-Welcome. -Thank you.

Mr. and Mrs. Mureau, André and Bernadette.

This is our friend René.

How do you do? Marianne, Raphaël.

Why is everyone whispering?

Is there a sleeping baby?

In two days, you'll see,

you'll feel like you're the one screaming.

When your stay is over, you'll see,

the noise outside will seem unbearable.

Really?

Do you come here often?

You know, one addiction often hides another.

Is this your first time here?

It's great to do it as a couple.

-Right, sweetheart? -Yes.

We're not...

That's exactly what we said, isn't it, my love?

Exactly.

It's very difficult to come like this

and speak in front of people you don't know.

Recognizing an addiction,

it's very difficult but essential

if you really want to heal.

No, thanks, I'll be moving straight on to the main course.

This is the main course.

Bon appétit, my darling.

The chef prepares it with vegetables from the garden

that residents can pick themselves.

He wouldn't have grown rump steak, by chance?

You said that recognizing your addictions

in public was essential.

You've all done it here?

Not all of them, no.

There are still some stubborn ones who don't understand

that this is only the first step.

Do you have a piece of vegetable?

I can see the bottom.

It's the last thing to do.

He goes on. He didn't even come to lunch.

-Who is this "he"? -Patrick. He's a newcomer, like you,

not nice at all.

Really?

Just yesterday, he attacked Amandine,

the therapist who accompanies us,

because she was simply trying to help him express himself.

-Here it is. -Attacked?

Yes.

Like, he'd throw her overboard?

No,

verbally assaulted but with violence.

I say this boy has big personal problems.

Whispering makes me nervous.

What are you saying?

Whispering stresses me out.

Excuse me.

The cops? She's calling the cops

because I blew her off at her discussion group?

She's crazy, that girl.

She's dead.

Yes, last night. She was pushed off the cliff.

Mr. Patrick, we'll be right behind you.

Your home is rather spartan.

Holy cow!

Is it stuffed with walnut shells?

At that price, they're inflated.

No wonder you look the way you do.

I look like someone who can't sleep.

That's why I'm here.

OK. And your addiction is...?

Sleeping pills.

I can't do without it. I always need more.

Withdrawal drives me crazy.

It's funny, in a discussion group, not a word,

and now you're telling us all this just like that.

It's Amandine.

She's after me with her stupid shrink questions.

The only thing that would help me, she can't do.

What's this?

Change my room

to get away from those two lunatics.

It's because it's two women together,

does it keep you awake at night?

I don't care if they're together.

What gets me is their fits of jealousy.

Screaming, slamming doors,

and then the makeup sex,

and it's even louder than before.

When you can't sleep, I swear, it's unbearable.

One of the residents saw you coming out of your room late last night.

Is that the other idiot from Mureau with his priestly airs?

You were out last night,

yes or no?

Just to stop hearing them.

Walking makes you tired, and tiredness helps you sleep.

Well, normally.

Where did you go?

I didn't go any further than the pool,

since I ran into Tanguy.

He's alright.

He was looking for the ring his wife had lost.

We spent ages there.

Did you find it?

The ring? No.

I'm going to check this Tanguy ring thing out.

You know what, Pastor?

I like this case.

An exceptional place,

residents with bewildering personalities

who are all guilty of something

who can't stand each other...

We're in an Agatha Christie, a detective's dream.

And you're Miss Marple, aren't you?

No.

Miss Marple is an old lady.

I'm more like Hercule Poirot.

Little mustaches have always excited me.

So for us, it's

The Crime of the Detox Center. No, not good.

Yes, I have something better.

The Ten Little Residents. Yes, that's good.

Do you want to find the culprit

before finding the title?

Is this for the archives, Bastien?

No, it's stock.

-It's work to come. -Really?

You won't be bored.

-Hello. -Please, go ahead.

Hello.

Your Honor, it's a pleasure.

Yes, not me.

Do you have a problem?

Yes, I do have one concern. You.

I can't take it anymore, Mrs. Camara. This is the fifth time

your son has filed a complaint against you

for breaking into his home.

Last time,

it was that

you had made a duplicate key.

Mr. Camara changed all the locks. What's new?

Breaking and entering?

Breaking and entering...

Tyson adores me. He doesn't even bark when I arrive.

I just took the ladder to the back of the garage.

The window on the second floor doesn't work.

You should get it fixed, Simon.

One day, you're going to be burgled.

I beg you, put my mother in prison,

if only for a week, for her to understand.

I'm a married man.

I want to be able to live my life as a man. I can't take it anymore.

I'm not doing anything, Your Honor.

I take the laundry and bring it back when it's ironed.

While I'm there, I take the opportunity to clean up.

I always come when they're not here

so as not to disturb.

It's the best I can do.

Leave me alone, Mom.

You're choking me, you hear? You're strangling me.

Have you seen how he talks to his mother?

An electronic bracelet,

it's the gift you want to give your mother

for Mother's Day?

I want you to go to jail

and for you to understand that I don't need you anymore.

Stop. Time out. Jail?

Nonsense.

Putting your mother in jail, how can you talk that way?

She hasn't killed anyone, she's just cleaning up.

You don't go to prison for that.

In any case, I'm an examining magistrate,

it's not up to me.

I don't put people in prison.

I've had it.

I'm fed up, fed up, fed up.

It's all over my head, to put it politely.

This is the fourth time, Mrs. Camara.

That's the fourth time I've tried to smooth things over gently.

Did you see?

I defend you, I try to mediate,

but I'm not a mediator.

You see all that's here, all around me?

See this?

What is it?

-Files? -Here you go, files.

All those on this side, for example,

are difficult divorces,

two years of waiting.

When the judge rules on child custody,

they're already grown.

On this side, those who are there,

scattered on the ground like a small sea arriving,

is conflicts at work, six years of waiting.

Six years of waiting, Mrs. Camara.

The boxes closed when the judgement was made.

You see the towers behind my clerk,

the big file tower?

A very small sample

of domestic violence cases.

So, really, Mrs. Camara,

do you seriously think that I want to clog up

the justice system

with a story about a cord that hasn't been cut in 45 years?

-Forty-two. -Whatever.

You know what we're going to do?

We'll go and have a coffee, Yves.

Yes, it will do us good.

We'll go for a coffee, and you're on your own.

You'll settle your little affairs. I'm sick and tired of it.

I'll leave you a pair of scissors to cut the cord.

Come on, Yves.

The weather is fine.

Philippe will make room for us on the terrace.

Philippe will make us two coffees, which will be perfect.

Here, a little vitamin D.

Let's go. Come on.

We're fine here.

We should do this more often.

I'd love something to nibble on,

a small charcuterie board

or a cheesecake.

Cheesecake?

No, I'll be fine.

I'll have a coffee.

You have to eat, Yves.

I think you look a little peaked at the moment.

They don't know how lucky they are, the Camara family.

They're healthy,

and instead of enjoying the passing of time,

they tear each other apart.

A son and his mother...

What do you expect? It's just the way it is.

A mother and daughter, that's not easy either.

You're in luck.

You get on well with your mother.

Well...

Tonight, at two a.m.,

she undertook to prepare my communion meal.

No?

The table was set for 15 people,

eight of whom are long dead.

I stopped her just as she was preparing the caramel for the cake.

Oh...

I had no idea.

You didn't tell me about it.

I didn't want to bother you with all this.

Both me? We've shared an office for 20 years.

I'm angry right now.

It's been going off the rails for a while, but now I...

Yes, it's hard. It's very hard.

You're right.

-About what? -A cheesecake.

I think it's a good idea. It'll...

Yes, it'll put you back on your feet.

I'll take care of it.

Philippe, two coffees, two cheesecakes.

Again!

Zacharie, how many showers do you take a day?

It's just a question of my routine. I'd like to brush my teeth.

I had gym today.

Gym class?

Three showers in one day, though.

I thought teenagers didn't wash...

Marianne, it's free, you can go.

Yes. Great.

Pastor, stop dawdling. We're late, and Selma hates it.

I'm fine.

I checked, Amandine Laroque was indeed over-indebted,

but her salary deductions stopped six months ago.

She'd paid it off.

No impatient creditors.

I returned to the Clos des Oliviers to interview the famous Tanguy.

He confirmed that Patrick had helped him

look for the ring his wife had lost.

How long did this quest for the ring last?

A good two hours.

In vain.

Then he took Patrick back to his room.

Did they come across the victim?

Not according to them.

However, around 11 p.m., Tanguy went to the reception desk

to see if anyone had brought back a ring.

Amandine dispatched him rather curtly.

So?

He thought it was weird.

She's usually charming and sweet.

He figured she was tired.

Or she was waiting for someone and she didn't want a witness.

Say,

I just realized I forgot to lock my car.

Go ahead.

Yes, go ahead, I'll wait for you.

No, I have to make a phone call.

You don't need me.

Yes, I do.

-No. -Yes.

It's OK. I'll meet up with you.

Pastor,

is this about Selma and her boyfriend again?

Pastor, you said you were taking

three days to clear your head.

I took three days.

It didn't have the desired effect.

See you soon.

Are you leaving, Pastor?

The spinal column was fractured in several places.

Death was instantaneous on impact with the water.

Time of death, 1:17 a.m.

That's very precise.

Has technology taken an incredible leap forward,

or are you better than everyone else?

It's just that the watch also died instantly.

With the impact, the case containing the battery

opened and the battery was ejected.

Of course.

No trace of sexual violence,

a few recent ante-mortem scratches on legs,

a priori unrelated to the death,

contrary...

to this,

traces of an intense grip on the wrist.

Yes.

He grabbed her wrist.

-To throw her. -Yes.

You're still more talented than everyone else.

Come on.

Isn't Pastor here?

He's...

No, he's not here, actually, because he's gone...

The car wasn't locked properly, I think.

It's parked far away.

No. He's just downstairs.

He had a phone call too,

a big phone call,

he had to make.

Is he all right?

Yes, he's fine.

He sends his love. No, that's not true.

He didn't say that. He said, "Say hi."

That's exactly what he said.

Yep.

-See you soon. -Yes.

-Have a nice day. -Bye.

She asked about you.

Really?

Yes.

And...

What exactly did she say?

She asked about you.

She asked as if she really cared, or...?

Yes, she said,

"How's Pastor?"

Really?

Holy cow. It's empty.

What did you say?

Pastor, can we go and investigate?

-It's bad enough. -Yes.

Take it easy.

When I was a child, I used to panic at the thought

of handing in homework late.

CONTROL

During my graduate studies, it got worse.

I was always afraid of forgetting something.

That's great, Sandra.

Take your time. You're on the right track.

Since I was promoted to manager,

it's all come back.

I'm panicked at the thought

of not meeting deadlines, missing an e-mail.

I can't get off work, ever,

even in the evening when I come home, at weekends, during the vacations.

I know it's unbearable for the woman I love.

Very good, Sandra.

Now,

you're going to let all those fears go.

Let the balloon fly.

Go ahead, Sandra. You can do it.

Now that your fears are named,

you can let them go.

They must go. Take heart.

Come on.

Let the balloon fly.

Let your fears go.

Go ahead. Come on.

Yes!

It's not bad because with this therapy,

your neuroses leave you but not completely.

They remain two or three yards above your head,

to keep you on your toes.

He's a clever one, that Rabiot.

That way, he's sure his customers will all come back.

Have you noticed?

Someone was missing from this meeting of addicts anonymous.

Leila, Tanguy's wife.

She doesn't pay 700 euros a day to bask in the sun all day?

Yes.

Cuckoo.

Did you find the ring?

Are you the police?

He's police. I'm justice.

How about that ring?

We still have the whole beach to search.

I'm waiting for Tanguy to go.

We've just seen it at the discussion group.

Why aren't you with him?

He's the one who wanted to come here to treat his addiction

to "meat foods".

I don't intend to become a vegetarian and I don't have any addictions.

I'm here as a tourist.

Not taking part in any activities?

Sophrology? Qi gong?

Auriculotherapy too, I've seen. I'd like to try it.

I can't stand group activities.

And your relationship with Amandine Laroque?

I didn't know her.

You haven't hit on Muriel or Sandra,

by any chance, to furnish your idleness?

What's wrong? Something's wrong, isn't it?

We were told they were having jealous fights.

Since you're the only resident under 65,

we wondered if you'd played the temptress.

No way.

They're too uptight.

Any other questions?

No? Have a nice day.

Bravo, Sandra, for your balloon release.

Very impressive. I congratulate you.

Thank you.

One of your neighbors told us you'd had a fight

the evening of Amandine's death.

I've heard your arguments are a real kick.

Have you ever thought of releasing a balloon

on this subject to lighten the mood?

Muriel had misinterpreted a discussion

I had with a resident in a sophrology class.

It's all sorted now.

All right.

Where were you between midnight and two a.m. that night?

We were sleeping.

The heavy sleep you get when you've made love well

after arguing.

I guess that idiot Patrick told you too.

No...

He didn't tell us about that. He said nothing.

-Now you know. -There.

Good, we're making progress.

Sandra is lying.

She said she had spoken with a resident

during a sophrology course.

The only woman she could have been interested in was Leila,

who wasn't there, as she doesn't participate

in activities.

Sandra was waiting for Amandine.

Muriel is complicit in her lie, since she hasn't denied it.

Two potential suspects.

A diabolical couple?

I have a nice one,

The She-Devils of the Cliff.

-Yes, it's not bad. -Yes, it's good.

As cell phones are confiscated,

impossible to find SMS exchanges,

and interrogating her without proof...

It'd be useless.

A flamboyant redhead.

Get it?

So?

I think you owe me a beer.

Yes.

Hello, beautiful flamboyant DNA trace from Sandra.

Here we go. Arms up.

Bring your arms up.

Hands come together, we look at them.

No tension.

Don't look up.

Don't. I'm looking down.

-Downstairs. -There you go.

Holy cow! I can't do it.

Hello.

I forgot to ask you

a question about the person

with whom you were chatting at the sophrology class. Who was it?

I'm in the middle of a yoga session.

Yes, I know,

but I'm in the middle of an investigation.

The only person you could have talked to

is Bernadette Mureau.

I have nothing against old people,

I love them, they're so endearing,

but it's hard to imagine you

having a crush on Bernadette.

Leave us alone.

I'll keep it simple and save you a lot of time.

Pastor, can you give me the hair?

I take the opportunity to do the downward dog position.

That relaxes well.

-That feels good. -There you go.

Thank you.

This is your hair

that I found in Amandine's studio.

What I'd like to know

is, for the next ones, should I bring them to you,

or do I drop them off at reception?

Liar!

You swore to me.

You swore on your life that nothing had happened.

I didn't lie to you.

And what were you two doing in her studio

so you'd let your hair down?

I was working.

I was at her place to work.

If you'll excuse us, we'll let you finish in peace.

Just pretend we're not here.

We're leaving.

Muriel, come on.

I'm going to roll all the way down,

like this, a little roll.

And there you have it.

I couldn't stand not knowing what was going on at work.

I'd wake up at night, unable to breathe.

I was convinced that a colleague was going to do something stupid

that was going to cost me my job.

I was blocked everywhere.

Amandine saw it.

She offered me a deal.

For 500 euros a week,

she let me access her computer.

I gave her my card and my codes

to make the withdrawals.

Five hundred euros? Bold.

If you add that to the week, it starts to hit home.

On the night of the murder, you were in her studio

to send professional e-mails?

Yes, answering customers, sending memos to the team,

that sort of thing.

How late did you stay

at the victim's computer?

Till around one a.m.

Was Amandine with you?

Yes. She made sure no one came in.

She locked the door when we left.

Where did she go?

I don't know.

Touring the estate, no doubt, like every night.

I was looking forward to meeting Muriel again.

Why didn't you tell me?

I was afraid you'd think I was weak.

No, on the contrary, you're fragile, which is great.

This brings us even closer together.

Kisses.

I love kisses. I love it.

Getting residents to confess their addictions,

then plunge them back in and profit from them, frankly,

hats off.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Yes, but please sit down.

I wanted to thank you, Your Honor.

My Simon and I made up.

That's great. That's wonderful.

Tell me all about it. I've got nothing else to do.

It's been a long time since we talked like this.

In your office, of course.

Things are better.

We talked things over without getting upset.

Great. So, no more housebreaking?

No more. We've come to an agreement.

Really?

His plumbing business isn't going well.

Between the job sites, the paperwork, all that,

he can't do it, and he didn't want to tell me.

He didn't want to disappoint his mother.

I used to be a schoolteacher.

We decided that I'd do his accounting in his offices.

Things will be better for him at home,

and I'll still get to see him.

It's great.

Thanks to you, Your Honor.

I made you some fruit jellies.

I made them.

Fruit...

I love it.

It reminds me of my childhood. It smells good.

Would you like one?

Would you like me to help you tidy up your desk?

You know what, Mrs. Camara?

You just did.

Your file is here.

It's cleaned up.

I've checked all the residents' accounts.

There were no suspicious withdrawals

since their arrival at the center,

except on Sandra's account.

But? There's always a "but".

However, the victim's account was credited with 1,500 euros,

from a jewelry store specialized in reselling jewelry.

So we've found Leila's ring?

Take a look.

A sapphire mounted with four diamonds on 18-carat gold.

Very nice. He went all out for her.

Leila accompanies her husband to cure him of a meat addiction...

They've already lost me.

I don't get it.

Tanguy still didn't exchange his wife's ring for a steak?

Though I'd understand.

I could do the same.

Looking for your wife's ring under the lettuce?

Doing some gardening.

Getting my hands in the soil,

it helps me reconnect with nature.

For Leila's ring, unfortunately,

I think it's definitely lost.

It wouldn't be this one, would it?

Where did you find it?

At a jeweller's in Marseille.

You wouldn't have traded it to Amandine

for a charcuterie board three times a day?

-She had a relapse. -Leila?

Yes, not Amandine.

Once was enough for Amandine.

Leila is the reason we came here.

She's the one who's sick.

I used the excuse of a meat addiction

so that she could spend a week here

and get out of her denial.

Have you read

Letter to My Wife whom I Couldn't Save?

No.

It's the book in which Damien Rabiot

explains why he created Le Clos des Oliviers,

in memory of his wife he didn't see sink into alcohol.

Is your wife an alcoholic?

No, but the dependency mechanism is the same.

What's she addicted to, besides tanning?

To social media.

No.

She can't get through a meal without tapping away on her phone.

She locks herself in the bathroom to like publications,

inform her followers

that she's bought herself a new toothbrush.

Did you tell Amandine

that's why you're here?

Of course, yes.

As soon as we arrived, I discreetly

asked Amandine to talk it over with Leila.

You don't suspect Leila of killing Amandine?

No, we don't suspect anyone.

Well, yes, we suspect.

Everyone is under suspicion.

As a result, we don't suspect anyone in particular.

-Right. -You know what I mean?

Hang on.

Amandine was using her job

to extract money from residents?

Yes, you pay twice.

Once for a detox

and another time to be re-addicted.

We have proof that she did it with Sandra.

Apparently, this is also the case with Leila.

We'd need her cell phone to check.

OK.

I can't believe it.

Mr. Rabiot, is this your book?

Could I borrow it?

Tanguy told us about it, and I'd love to read it.

You opened this center after your wife's death?

She had a drinking problem?

Yes.

We were living in New York.

Living the high life.

I thought she was happy.

One day, I received a call from the emergency room.

She had been admitted with advanced cirrhosis.

I'd never seen her drunk.

In the same phone call, I learned that the wife

I loved had been an alcoholic for years

and was doomed to die.

I bought this place to try to keep her away from her demons.

She had a new lease on life, a kind of remission,

but it was too late.

She died a few months later.

That's not good.

No, it's burnt. It's no good.

You can still taste the tomato.

Yes, it does bring out the charcoal taste.

I rushed to the shops,

I'd forgotten my list, and it took me two hours,

plus the laundry and your homework...

As a result, I cooked in a hurry.

it's ruined, it's burnt, it's inedible.

That's all right.

I see you've bought some potato chips. We can eat them.

Yes, we're going to have a potato chip dinner.

In the dishwasher, otherwise, there's no point.

Am I embarrassing you?

You took me in because you felt obliged,

but I'm bothering you, I can tell.

Not at all, honey. Of course not.

I'm so glad you're here.

I wouldn't want you anywhere else.

It's just that it's new for me too.

I just have to get used to it, that's all.

Don't worry, as you said, it's only temporary.

Would you like me to order you a pizza?

You think I'm selfish, Cyrano?

Tell me the truth. Look me in the eye.

Do you think it will work with Zacharie?

I have no children, I'm single.

I've never been able to stand being in a couple.

My marriage only lasted six months.

It's nothing to do with that.

Yes.

It's nothing to do with that.

Little Cyrano.

Are you tempted by a little splash, Pastor?

Did you sleep even worse than I did?

Yes, I went back to see Leila last night.

Yes, come on.

The night of the murder,

Amandine returned to her bungalow.

Why?

The ring wasn't enough, she wanted more?

No. Amandine was worried. She thought Rabiot was looking at her

strangely recently,

so she wanted to know if Leila had turned her in.

At some point, they heard a noise.

Leila was afraid Tanguy would surprise them

and passed Amandine through the back of the bungalow.

Come on. It's farther on.

How late did you stay?

I can't remember.

Pastor, don't tell me you've been here all night?

I know you're a conscientious cop,

but that doesn't mean you have to sacrifice your privacy...

I'm just trying to make things clearer

in my private life.

I think about Selma all the time. I can't stop.

I asked Rabiot to rent me a room.

So what?

It had exactly the opposite effect.

This silence is unbearable.

Yes.

I walked all night.

Look, it's this way.

Are you taking me to a terrace again, Pastor?

Here it is.

No...

You're much too close to the edge, Pastor.

See the signs of struggle there?

This is where Amandine was pushed into the void.

The scratch marks on his legs are from these cacti.

The murderer placed the shoe on the other terrace

so we wouldn't find their prints.

All right.

Are you OK?

Great.

For me,

the night was also very fruitful,

so I...

I suggest we hold a small meeting

with all the protagonists in the story.

Shall we?

Oopsy-daisy! That's it.

So,

if I've invited you to join me in this discussion group,

it's because...

I, too, must confess my addiction.

I'm addicted to the truth.

When I don't have it, I'm in withdrawal.

I can even become quite irritable.

Rest assured,

at the end of this exchange,

my addiction will be completely satisfied,

as the name of Amandine Laroque's killer is revealed.

Captain Pastor, please?

Who rushed Amandine Laroque

from the top of the cliff?

I've always dreamed of saying it like that.

We'll do better.

Who had reason to resent his life?

Almost everyone here,

but only one person did the irreparable.

Patrick!

Patrick, you hated Amandine.

Yes.

RESENTMENT

Yes, she was harassing you

with intrusive questions, and, above all,

she was completely unaware

of your request to change rooms.

Who knows if sleep deprivation didn't drive you completely mad?

Sleep deprivation is underestimated.

Unless it's Sandra and Muriel,

the diabolical lovers

devoured by passion.

Thank you, Captain.

Muriel had noticed the connection between Sandra and Amandine.

She was crazy with jealousy. She could have wanted

to make this rival disappear.

Except that Sandra and Amandine

did not meet for pleasures of the flesh.

Yes.

We'll come back to this later.

André and Bernadette Mureau,

my darlings, I adore them.

They're nice,

kindness incarnate. Don't be modest.

Who knows if such affability might hide

a perverse spirit nurtured by an evil couple,

seconded in their dirty work

by their faithful accomplice, René?

No, I'm just kidding.

We're left with the good old revenge motive.

A timeless classic.

As it happens,

Amandine was extorting money from Sandra

to give her access to her computer

to satisfy her workaholism.

It's not pretty.

Sandra wasn't Amandine's only victim.

Leila,

who hid her addiction to social media so well, bravo.

She went so far as to part with a precious piece of jewelry

for Amandine to say hello to her followers.

Did Leila want to free herself from Amandine's grip?

Did her husband, Tanguy, want to avenge his wife

after discovering the truth?

Realizing you've been betrayed by someone you trust,

it's the worst kind of injury.

That's how Mr. Rabiot felt

when he discovered that Amandine had betrayed him.

You've been putting on an act, Mr. Rabiot.

Yes , not very well, but you put on a good show.

You already knew about Amandine.

You'd found her out.

A few months ago, wage garnishments came to an abrupt halt

when you knew she was up to her neck in debt

and over several years.

That's a good sign.

As you have access

to all the center's safes and computers,

it wasn't difficult to update his little traffic.

It was here that the most painful wound was rekindled.

I've read your book, Damien. May I call you Damien?

We know each other well now.

I've read your book,

Letter to My Wife whom I Couldn't Save.

Magnificent.

You weren't alone in looking after your wife,

keeping an eye on her

so she wouldn't slip back into alcoholism.

The person who helped you,

in whom you had absolute confidence,

it was already Amandine.

And there you have it.

You understood why your wife's condition

had suddenly deteriorated

while cut off from the world.

Amandine, as with Sandra, Leila,

and surely many others,

gave her access to her drug.

The night of the murder,

you met Amandine by Leila's room

and you took her out onto a terrace to have a little chat with her.

You saw guilt in her eyes,

betrayal,

and drunk on resentment

and revenge,

you threw her into the void.

Then you moved the shoe

to another terrace

because it's easier to clean a shoe than a crime scene.

Clever.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Mrs. Mureau,

I didn't ask you

what your and your husband's addiction was.

I'm curious. Do you mind?

I don't mind at all.

We're here for René.

He's a sex addict, poor guy.

André and I'd like to keep it to ourselves.

Yes.

I hope that...

I wish you all the best for the future.

Thank you. Same to you.

Thank you.

I loved your relentless demonstration.

You really did sound like Hercule Poirot.

All you needed was a mustache.

You sure know how to talk to women.

You can check it out. It's genuine.

Not a single strand of rattan is missing.

-How much is it? -Thirty.

Come on, 30, I'll take it.

Thank you.

He didn't even haggle.

Like a boss. That's good, another old trick removed.

-You've got to keep on. -Yes.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's get to work on vintage lampshades.

How much is an exercise bike?

What are you doing here, Pastor?

I follow you on social media.

You're a connected man?

-This one. -It's pretty.

I have more discreet ones too.

It seems to be going well, doesn't it?

Yeah. I mean, I don't know, but...

I don't know if I can do it.

Sometimes I think I'm really terrible.

Marianne,

you're a lot of things, but you're not terrible.

Believe me, this kid is exactly where he belongs.

Thank you, Pastor.