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I have few solutions, Marianne.

You don't happen to know anyone

who would welcome him,

who would accept him as he is, with his story?

It's temporary, really.

Just until we find a host family.

I think about Selma all the time, it never leaves me.

You took me on out of obligation, but I can tell you're upset.

Not at all, what's wrong, my kitten?

I'm glad you're here. I wouldn't want you anywhere else.

You're in luck, because you get on with your mother.

Last night at 2 a.m.,

she prepared my communion meal.

No!

Does it seem like it's going well?

Well, I don't really know.

I don't know if I can do it.

Sometimes I think I'm really bad.

Butter. The butter's over there.

Organic and semi-salted.

OK.

-Perfect. -What's next?

-Milk, eggs. -To the left.

There.

-Perfect. -And the milk.

-What's next? -This one's good.

-Toothpaste. -Toothpaste is that way.

Left and right.

-Coconut for me -Coconut for you.

-What's next? -Macaroni and vermicelli.

Third on the right.

Commissioner Franco, what are you doing here?

Hello. I'm looking for chicory.

It's not for me,

my wife has sciatica.

I usually...

Yeah, she usually does the shopping.

Let me see your list.

Zacharie, you have before you

a man completely overwhelmed by his mental load.

So, let's start at the end.

The drinks are behind you.

Then to the left,

you'll have the produce.

And finally, near the checkout, you'll find the herbal teas.

OK. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Is this Zacharie Novak?

That's him. On sale. Teen section. Left, left.

Have a nice day.

COURAGE AND DEDICATION

I thought it was over there.

So Pastor, are you going to introduce me?

Yes, of course.

Commander Lamarre, Chief of Rescue Operations.

Judge Vauban.

-How are you? -Great.

We were notified about a fire

yesterday at 1:27 p.m.

on Servier hill.

Upon arrival,

we saw that the blaze was huge and spreading southwards.

Around 5 p.m., the wind shifted, crossing the eastern sector

and bringing the fire to the campsite.

My men have formed a new line, which is where

Chief Officer Vattel

saw a body surrounded by flames.

Volunteer firefighter Arnaud Viguier, 25,

single, pharmacy assistant.

Chief Officer Vattel came to his rescue.

In pulling Viguier out of the fire, he himself was injured.

The doctors saved him, but Viguier died at the hospital.

But, in trying to resuscitate him,

the doctors found evidence of assault.

He was fighting someone before the fire broke out.

The scumbags left him after beating him up.

Good, so you've found the culprit!

The two of you.

Every time disaster strikes, looters turn up.

Yes, looters.

As soon as an area is evacuated, they swoop in.

Yes, the famous looters.

Viguier must have surprised them, and they attacked him.

We'll find them.

Don't mind me,

I'll look around myself.

OK. Off I go.

I should go, I'm...

Did lightning start the fire?

I don't think so. Why?

I thought I saw

love at first sight over there.

You're finishing the commander's sentences,

she's looking you in the eye

as if she was trying to check for cataracts.

And I touch your arm, like this:

"I'll do anything to stop the bad guys."

Honestly...

Are you making a scene?

Absolutely not.

I think the

"Lamarre-Pastor" team is better than "Vauban-Pastor."

That's all there is to it.

-Are you making a scene? -No.

I'm very happy for you.

I think it's great

that you've finally outgrown Selma.

It's great.

How did you meet?

Social media,

dating sites?

Not at all. We met 15 years ago

during a survival course in Bonifacio.

Nothing happened,

I was married at the time.

I never cheated.

I didn't say anything.

Nothing ever happened

but you've left her with an incandescent memory.

-Inflamed, even. -That's good,

I get it.

I'm going to go to the bathroom.

There aren't any.

Nothing to steal here.

This caravan is ready for the dumpster.

I'll take Commander Lamarre into custody.

What?

Why would you do that?

I bet she set the fire just to see you again.

Give it up, Marianne.

It's so easy with you, Pastor.

Viguier was barely conscious when I reached him.

The first thing I did was to

put my mask over his mouth so

he could breathe.

Had he exhausted his own reserve?

He didn't have one.

He was neither trained nor equipped for a fire.

His team's job was to evacuate the campsite and

prepare a fallback area at the entrance.

But what was he doing more than a mile from the entrance?

I don't know.

When the wind changed

and the fire spread to the campsite,

I called his partner to check that the evacuation was complete,

and she told me that Viguier might still be in the area.

I thought that fire fighters

never split up, no matter what.

I don't know what happened.

The life of one of my men was in danger. That was the emergency.

That's it.

Did you call?

Give me another pill, please.

It's morphine,

you've already had some.

I can't stand it. I beg you.

We'll let you rest now, Mr. Vattel.

Thank you for your help and bravo for your courage.

Viguier was a kid.

He was my responsibility and he died.

And you say "bravo"?

I almost want to get them to wash my car.

You have to be careful,

because I dated a fireman when I was young.

I was extremely disappointed.

No fantasy, it was protocol, procedure,

"hand here, foot there," tac-tac, metronome.

No imagination. Military.

Really?

I once went out with a stewardess,

it didn't go as planned.

-Really? -No.

Viguier's partner is in administration.

We should be

careful as she has just learned of his death.

Poor thing.

We were on an MVA with Viguier and another SPV

when we received the order from the CTA to shift with the VSR and...

Excuse me, sorry.

I have a little problem. I have NIWYAS.

Get it?

"No Idea What You're Saying."

I don't know about you.

I'm sorry.

I was securing an accident on a public highway

with Viguier and another firefighter.

That I understand.

We understand.

The call center

asked us to go ahead with the emergency vehicle

to the campsite to prepare the fallback base.

When we arrived, there was an elderly lady

who was in a state because of her cat.

Her cat?

In her panic, she'd forgotten about it.

She was furious

because she wasn't allowed to go back

to her caravan.

Oh my God, just thinking about it,

if I forgot my ferret in a fire,

I would be in a state.

Look, I've got goose bumps.

Viguier said he'd take care of it and ran off.

He'd be a couple of minutes and the fire was far away.

But?

The old lady suffered a heart attack

she was so stressed.

I had to give her CPR on the spot

and accompany her in an ambulance.

When I got back,

fire fighters were arriving from all over.

Chief Officer Vattel told us that

the fire was coming at us.

I told him that Viguier was still at the campsite.

He yelled at me

and ordered a senior officer to assemble a rescue team.

And the officer in question, is he here?

I hope you find them.

I had Viguier under my command for several months.

He was excellent.

Chief Officer Vattel

asked you to take a team

to find Viguier?

Yes, but we didn't know he had come back.

What do you mean?

He took the cat back to base camp.

Yeah, the old lady's cat. Poor thing.

The cat was found in its cage

next to the campsite entrance.

So, Viguier comes back

and leaves the campsite without anyone seeing him?

You can't imagine what a mess it was.

A hundred firefighters in an emergency.

Everyone does what they have to do without looking around them.

Excuse me, but where is the bar?

The bar?

Yes, you know, the big pole dance bar

made of zinc.

They come down, it's impressive.

-The fire pole. -Yes.

It's in the old barracks,

we keep it as a souvenir in another hangar,

-but we don't use it. -Really?

Too many guys sprained their ankles.

That's a shame.

Our heroes have weak ankles.

They work too hard on the top

and the bottom goes. It's classic.

Why did Viguier leave after bringing back the cat?

Maybe he went to see

if any other animals had been overlooked.

Or maybe when getting the cat,

he saw some looters he wanted to scare away.

On his own?

He was a brave boy.

Just have to show yourself

to make the looters flee.

Excuse me.

Marianne, do you know where you are?

-This is the men's dressing room. -So?

Stop with this fireman fantasy.

Honestly, Pastor.

Your mind is in the gutter. Very disappointing.

The only one I'm interested in is the victim.

His locker's right here.

Could you open the door, please?

Did you learn that at the police academy?

-Of course. -Go ahead.

So...

Above all, take your time.

It's OK. It's OK. Ouch. There you go.

So...

Hurry up.

He's taking a shower. It's not a spa.

I'm fine.

Take a look at this.

Love letter?

OK.

I can't see a thing.

"Ma'am, I'd like to draw your attention

"to the behavior of Lieutenant Franck Hatier,

"who is in charge of promotions,

"and his treatment of Petty Officer Arnaud Viguier,

"who didn't obtain a promotion

"because he refused his advances.

"I beg you to resolve this injustice and award the appropriate title

"to the victim of this despicable character."

Unsigned letter addressed to Major Lamarre.

That's the point of an anonymous letter.

Well, yeah.

It was posted in Puyricard, a village just next door.

What's it doing in his locker?

If it's true, it's a good reason for

Mr. Hatier to eliminate Viguier.

The first rule of firefighters is absolute solidarity.

None of them would ever do such a thing.

Firefighters have a code of honor.

Gangs have

a code of honor too.

Honestly, Pastor.

I don't buy the looter theory for a second,

it's nonsense.

If it isn't the looters,

it's the firemen?

You're the one with

the firefighter fantasy.

See you at IML tomorrow.

It's for work, no nonsense.

Hello, Yves.

What's new?

Was the justice budget doubled overnight?

-Everything's fine. -Excuse me.

Don't worry.

Yves, everything's fine.

I must have dozed off for 30 seconds.

I'd say a little longer,

given the keyboard impressions

you have on your face.

I'm very sorry.

I didn't sleep all night and

I fell asleep.

What is it, Yves? Tell me.

Is your mom still bothering you?

Last night at 2 a.m.,

she was gone.

I looked everywhere for her.

I couldn't find her.

At 5:30 a.m., I get a call

from the farmer who looks after our old caravan.

Mom had taken a cab during the night

to prepare the caravan for a vacation with my father.

She cleaned the house and changed the sheets

and put my things away in the closet.

I bet they don't fit you anymore.

It makes sense.

Is all this drama bothering you?

Not at all, Yves, I've already told you.

You know what we'll do?

For Morel, I need your help a little.

But after Morel, you're going home.

For at least 24 hours,

I don't want to see you. You'll rest.

We have enough burn-out

in this court to add your name to the list.

Thank you, Your Honor.

No thanks between us, Yves.

It's perfectly normal.

"Contact with the evil spirit: 600 dollars.

"Negotiating with the spirit to vacate the premises: 1,800 dollars.

"Find a new home for the clever spirit: 2,200 dollars."

Can you find lodgings for spirits?

Yes.

Souls are very attached to their territory.

If we drive them out of their homes without finding them a new home,

they come back.

We're gathered here, Mr. Morel,

because a complaint has been filed against you

by a Miss Dufour,

who accuses you of cheating her out of 6,800 dollars

over a nine-month period for,

and I quote: "Ridding her of the toxic soul of her former companion,

"whose presence

"in her bed prevents her from frolicking freely."

Your Honor,

Miss Dufour knew

my client's rates.

She received an estimate.

She signed and returned it.

You can look it up on the Internet,

my client's reviews are very positive.

That's right, how many stars does he have?

So, Mr. Morel, I noticed that you were

a teleoperator

for over 15 years in a consumer credit company.

Yes, that's right.

Funny, you were already selling the dream back then.

Now we find you

negotiating with evil spirits,

all dressed up.

Your Honor,

my client dresses as he likes.

You can't accuse him of cultural appropriation.

You make it sound suspicious

that he's dressed this way.

Go ahead. Get on your high horse.

Your Honor, I won't allow this.

It's OK.

I think the judge would like a free demonstration.

I see blood, I see violence.

I see a woman lying on the ground.

The woman is on the floor, but she's in your mind.

You feel guilty.

I see a child.

No, he's not a child, he's a young adult.

He has entered your life,

but it's not making you forget the dead woman.

When you see the child,

you see the dead woman.

It's the dead woman who torments you.

Is that it?

Would you like a quote?

Yes, gladly.

You know what we'll do?

Bring it to me,

because we'll be seeing you again, Mr. Morel.

Make room for me, sweetie.

Thank you.

So...

What does "parbleu" mean?

It means "pardi."

And "pardi?"

It means "of course," "obviously."

Of course, yeah, obviously.

OK.

Is there a Morel in your class?

-No. -No?

Have you ever seen him?

No, I'd remember him.

That's for sure.

Why?

He's a client of mine.

A kind of nutty marabout.

He told me about you, but it was weird,

because he didn't say your name,

but it's as if he knew you were here.

And did he talk about my mother too?

No.

No, Zacharie.

Now, off to bed.

Cyrano is falling asleep. It's no good

when he falls asleep. He must sleep like you.

Teeth and go.

Good night, Marianne.

Good night. I'll be up to see you.

Two minutes, teeth and floss.

Yes, hello?

Yes Pastor, it's Marianne.

I'm with Selma. Where are you?

Are you coming soon?

-I'm coming. -Great. See you in a minute.

Hello, Captain.

Is Marianne here?

She texted to say she's held up in court.

She said you'd fill her in.

OK, I see.

I beg your pardon?

No, I'm listening.

Let's hear it.

Excuse me.

The burns are impressive,

but they're superficial.

The cause of death was smoke inhalation.

Has the hypothesis of an ante-mortem fight been confirmed?

A fight takes two.

No bruising on the phalanges.

He didn't throw a single punch.

But he received two.

Two?

Yes, one to the liver and

the other on the chin.

The first bent him in half, and the second

knocked him out long enough for him to inhale too much smoke.

Anything else?

Wasn't he beaten on the floor?

No, that's all.

OK.

Anything else, Captain?

No, thank you. We're fine.

Good day, then.

I've got work in the fridge.

Absolutely. Of course.

Very good

-Selma. -Yes.

I was thinking...

If the victim received two blows,

it may be

because he

never imagined

that his attacker would hit him.

He knew him.

Yes, perhaps.

It's always surprising

when the blows come from someone you know.

Have a nice day.

Yes.

You tricked me.

Pastor, really.

What did you think would happen?

A romantic conversation

next to a half-charred corpse?

Yes, that's right.

You had to talk,

you couldn't keep that up forever.

Now it's done.

So, what did you think?

You want to know?

Yes, I want to know.

"Death was caused by smoke inhalation.

"The victim received two blows, one to the liver, one to the chin."

If Vattel hadn't pulled him out,

he would be a charred skeleton.

The perfect crime without a single blow or fracture.

How's that?

A bit disappointing.

It's informative.

We agree

that the number one suspect is Mr. Hatier

who sacked the victim because he refused his advances?

I got the Viguier file too.

He was a pharmacy assistant in Puyricard,

where the letter was posted from.

Yeah.

He joined the volunteer fire department four years ago,

but unlike his colleagues, he never received a promotion.

How many people are on the premises?

I don't know, three or four.

OK. Is there a gas line

or chemicals inside?

Lieutenant Hatier?

Not now.

Control! Control!

We're investigating Viguier's death.

Moderate heat...

Excuse me. Hello?

Hello sir, we're talking about a real dead man here,

not fake dead like your exercise.

A real man who was a firefighter until he was

killed in a fire.

Yeah. Yeah.

-Did he just leave? -He left.

I can go down the stairs too,

in an angry way.

Take it easy.

Straight ahead.

Watch the bridge.

Good.

What the hell?

It takes over an hour to do this course.

Perfect timing,

so we can talk.

Don't try to smoke me out,

if not, it's straight to the police station, isn't it Pastor?

Why wasn't Viguier promoted this year?

What do you mean, "why?"

It didn't come up.

He wasn't qualified.

Three of your men with the same seniority,

or less, were promoted.

Seniority isn't all that counts.

To be eligible to be a corporal,

a firefighter must demonstrate certain qualities.

And the victim failed the tests

that you personally supervised

because he didn't shine bright enough for you?

He didn't show up for certain tests.

Viguier had a busy schedule

in his civilian job, he didn't have the time.

Everyone does what they can.

But in the meantime,

if you don't pass the UV, you can't be promoted.

That's the rule and I didn't write it.

Well,

who makes the rules?

No,

Viguier didn't fulfill

the legal requirements for promotion.

And you heard a dark tale

of sexual blackmail by Mr. Hatier?

Who told you about that?

No one.

We read it.

Where did you find that?

In Viguier's locker.

You could have told us.

It wasn't necessary.

That's not for you to judge.

I'll be the judge of that,

"it wasn't unnecessary."

I assume you summoned Viguier,

as soon as you received this?

Yes, of course. He was stunned,

and he swore he had nothing to do with it.

He knew very well that

he wasn't eligible for promotion.

Did you tell Lieutenant Hatier about this letter?

No, I haven't told anyone.

I didn't want anyone

to think Viguier was the author of this rag.

Slandering an officer isn't the kind of thing

that makes you popular.

Popularity is important

here, huh?

You have no idea.

Do you have any idea

how this letter went from your mailbox

to Mr. Viguier's locker?

I don't know.

He was looking for the culprit

and asked me to let him have it, but I refused.

He helped himself.

Apparently.

That's not very "fireman-like" behavior.

No, it's not very "fireman-like."

Or "firefighter."

When it suits you,

it's "firefighter."

I don't think it's "fireman."

A few years ago, I came across a forensic expert.

I couldn't stop thinking about him.

I had to see him every day,

but one day, his wife came back.

So it was all over.

Finished. Kaput.

I had to go out with a physiotherapist

who had

incredible hands,

to get it out of my head.

Are you trying to tell me something?

Fifteen years later,

Lamarre still loves you.

You do too. I see

the glances, the little caresses.

It might take your mind off things.

It would be a sort of counter-fire to Selma.

The pharmacy where Viguier worked is around the corner.

You're not helping me help you, Pastor.

Arnaud was a discreet, adorable boy.

He worked here for three years.

He was a very good assistant.

Did he ever have a problem with a colleague or customer?

No, everyone liked him.

I'll get it, Mom.

Excuse me.

Are you sure you want to go to school?

-You didn't sleep again last night. -It's OK.

You're only a day away.

It's OK, I'm telling you.

Text me on your break.

Excuse me.

What happened to Arnaud affected her.

She loved him.

He taught her math in second grade.

I understand.

Did he tell you about his volunteer work?

Not really.

I knew he was a volunteer fireman.

You didn't notice a change in his behavior

lately?

Your mom doesn't know about you and Arnaud?

It's funny because

there's an issue with the pharmacy printer.

It's like a sort of backdrop.

It's funny because I saw the same detail

on an anonymous letter

that was sent to the fire station commander.

So yes,

I could summon everyone to the police station,

request an expert opinion,

but I prefer to keep it between us.

He yelled at me when he found out I wrote it.

I wanted to help him with his promotion.

But he didn't have the necessary training.

Yes, but he was the best firefighter in his unit.

That year, he won two medals and a 1,000 dollar bonus.

He bought me this with it.

Pretty. Did he tell you about any conflicts

with a colleague

or an officer?

There was a problem at the ball.

One of the girls started flirting with Arnaud.

Her boyfriend, a high-ranking officer, went after Arnaud.

Did they fight?

No, fighting with an officer is a disaster for a firefighter,

so we went home.

And this officer, if I showed you a photo,

would you recognize him?

I know who the girl is, I stalked her.

You... you what?

I stalked her.

I searched social media to find out what I could about her.

Don't know that word, "stalked."

This is her.

I've been waiting to see a fireman

on a pole, so...

I learned a new word today: "stalk."

"Stalk?"

Yeah! Yes, "stalk."

You didn't know it?

No, we learn something new every day.

It's not new.

Do you stalk, Zacharie?

Yes, everyone does it.

Are you a little spy?

It's not espionage, it's research.

If I meet a girl I like,

I'm going to check out her stories, I'm going to follow her.

If I find myself talking to her,

I bring up things that interest her.

Holy cow! What a fool!

I've investigated so many people,

I never thought I could be investigated.

I interviewed the pole dancer.

At the ball,

she lifted Viguier's spirits,

she wasn't hitting on him.

He was poorly regarded by his boss

who put pressure on him.

So she told him to hang in there.

And this officer, who wanted

to smash his face in, who was it?

Was he the dancer's boyfriend?

Not at all. He was her boss, in fact.

He wanted

to force him to resign.

That's him. Sergeant Razane.

Yes, we know him.

He said

Viguier was an exemplary firefighter.

I wanted him to quit and get out.

He didn't deserve to be here.

What do you mean?

He was a thief.

Fires account for less than 5% of our work.

Accidents are our main business,

accompanying victims to the hospital, turtles.

Turtles?

Yes, when an elderly person falls on their back

and can't get up.

Like turtles.

It happened to Yves' mother,

my clerk.

You mean

you enter people's homes...

And Viguier took things? Yes.

Do you have any proof?

No, but I've had several complaints,

and every time, Viguier was there.

I didn't kill him. I'm a fireman.

Ah, the myth of the firefighter:

"I'm a fireman, I didn't kill anyone."

Did you tell Lamarre about your suspicions?

Of course. I thought she was going to fire him,

but she just transferred him.

How can you suspect me,

when I led the rescue team that day?

OK, but before that?

What did you do

before setting up the team?

I was working on preventing

the flames from advancing.

There are at least 15 people who can confirm that.

Yes, that's right.

I should have parted company with Viguier.

He'd be alive and

Vattel wouldn't be in the hospital.

I'm responsible for this tragedy.

Commander, I know you, but I can't believe

that you looked the other way

without a good reason.

I wasn't weak with Viguier,

but with Chief Officer Vattel.

He's the best non-commissioned officer

I've ever had under my command.

He embodies all our values.

Here we go again.

It was the first time he asked me for a favor.

Vattel asked you to keep Viguier?

He told me we had no right to crush his dreams

on mere suspicion.

He said that if I placed Viguier in his section,

he would see to it that he didn't do anything

unethical.

Did he tell you why he was defending Viguier?

No.

The chief warrant officer is a child of the DDASS,

and Viguier lost his parents at a very young age.

Maybe he wanted to protect him.

That's twice you've kept the truth from us, Commander.

That's a lot.

You're somewhere between "lack of cooperation" and

"obstruction."

Quite annoying.

Next time,

the captain will officially summon you

to the police station.

We'll be seeing you again,

so keep that in mind.

Vattel, the model fireman who vouches for a petty thief?

Yeah, a thief and a liar.

He never won a medal.

He must have bought them on the Internet.

What's the deal?

Why don't we go and question Vattel?

Yes, and how do we get him to talk?

We press on his sores with our little fingers

and cut his morphine?

Just because he's in a hospital doesn't mean he has nothing to hide.

Well, we can't go empty-handed.

You're going to snoop around

and I have a photo shoot to do and I'll be right back, OK?

-OK. -OK, bye.

Is it good? Can you see it?

-Yeah, it's good. -It's OK.

Why don't we put it in the box?

Because Cyrano isn't dead, Zacharie.

We're not going to have the ASPCA on our backs.

You can't put an animal in a box like that.

Two seconds, I'm going to cry.

Go ahead, take the picture.

Come on! I've had enough, stop!

He's not dead. Where's Cyrano? My baby.

I'm going to give him a kiss.

Mr. Morel, we're meeting again today

because I need to apologize.

I don't know why, but I didn't see your honesty,

I failed to perceive the gift you have

to speak to spirits

and negotiate with them,

this way of seeing through others.

I even mocked your traditional dress.

-I'm sorry. -That's OK.

I'm forced to admit

that I haven't found anything against you.

Nothing at all. Huh, Yves?

Nothing at all, Your Honor.

You didn't look hard enough.

That's not like you.

It's crazy. Well,

I won't transfer your file

to the court.

Are you dismissing the case?

Is that official?

The prosecution stops here?

That's right!

That's great.

I would even add

that the entire judicial institution

would like to offer you its most sincere and heartfelt apologies.

It's not your fault, Your Honor.

It is.

No, you fell victim to the straitjacket of Western thought

that no longer believes in invisible forces.

Is this discussion over?

-Yes. -Very good.

-Thank you, Your Honor. -You're welcome.

-Thank you. Goodbye -See you soon.

Mr. Clerk.

Goodbye, gentlemen.

-Mr. Morel? -Yes?

I have a small favor,

because I haven't been feeling well since last night.

Would you like me to take a look?

I don't want to overstep, but please.

No, it's my pleasure.

So...

I see the loss of a loved one.

Someone

who shared your life for over five years.

A small creature, perhaps an animal.

I can also see that the child who lives with you right now

will not be enough to make up for this loss.

I can see that the soul of this weasel...

No, the soul of this ferret, right?

Yes, it's a ferret. How did he do that?

This ferret's soul is all around you, all around your home,

-he doesn't want to leave. -Really?

I'd have to enter into negotiations

with the soul of your ferret, Your Honor,

to find him another place.

I wouldn't charge you too much.

Oh! You hear that, my little Cyrano?

That's really not nice.

He's a bad man.

We have a real crook on our hands.

I don't understand, I had to resurrect him.

This has happened before.

-Right? -Let me introduce you.

This is Cyrano, my ferret.

He's not dead, he's here.

He's alive and well.

Yesterday afternoon,

we had fun...

No, we didn't have fun.

I cried.

We took a little photo,

and posted it with a caption.

Here's the picture.

Silly me, you've already seen it.

"Five years of happiness with you, my little Cyrano.

"I'll always miss you, you left much too soon."

You see what your client is doing?

It's really quite simple.

He goes online, on social media

to gather information about his victims.

He "stalks" them

It's "stalking," nothing more, nothing less.

All the better to trick them, of course.

You prepared well for our first interview.

You were well informed about me. My hat's off to you.

So,

you will explain to the president of the criminal court

the meaning of the word "stalking."

I know him a little.

He's a bit old-fashioned. You know him?

He won't know what it means.

Excuse me. A word of advice:

on the day of the trial, put on the traditional costume

that matches your physique.

Marianne!

Pastor! Are you OK?

-Fine, and you? -Great.

Taking your ferret to court?

Yes, but not for pleasure.

An invaluable auxiliary of justice

who actively participated

in the arrest of a high-flying swindler.

How is he? I can't see him.

He looks very well.

My little Cyrano.

I can't believe I faked his death.

Just saying it makes me...

Otherwise, I made the connection between Vattel and Viguier.

That's good.

The pharmacy.

Puyricard...

That's where Viguier worked.

So, Vattel stays at the station in a town

with no fewer than three pharmacies.

According to his bank statements,

he always picked up his medication at the Puyricard pharmacy

which is more than a half an hour drive away.

He wanted to be served by Viguier himself?

That's just it, no.

He hoped no one would recognize him,

nor know what medication he was taking.

The pharmacist told me

that he picked up his treatment every two months,

and that one day he came face to face with Viguier.

Apparently, Vattel was embarrassed.

I guess he wasn't just taking Paracetamol.

I'm off. Cyrano hates it in there,

I have to take him home.

See you at the hospital.

Cardiac arrhythmia at your age is treatable,

but physical and violent exertion should be avoided.

When a firefighter suffers from this condition,

however exemplary,

he is systematically reassigned.

You were unlucky.

You travel 30 minutes

to a pharmacy

where you're sure you won't see anyone

and you come across a colleague.

And a lousy fireman to boot: a thief and a liar,

but not an idiot.

When he was suspected of theft, did he blackmail you?

Forcing you to take his side?

I never wanted to kill Viguier.

Never.

He swore to me that

if I could convince the commander to keep him on,

he would stop his bullshit.

But I didn't trust him. I surprised him

in a caravan, going through drawers.

The little bastard tried to hit me.

I dodged and knocked him out.

Normally, he'd have been fine.

The fire was moving southwards.

But the wind shifted,

directing the flames toward the campsite.

When his partner told me he hadn't returned...

You went right back,

and you risked your life to try and save him.

It would have been better if I'd stayed.

If I had died,

we'd be talking about the heroic deaths of two firefighters.

Whereas now,

people will remember Viguier as a thief,

and me as a coward who gave in to his blackmail.

The whole team will be dishonored.

It's up to you.

You can avoid that.

Good day to you, Mr. Vattel.

What? A man is dead. I'm not going to file a wrongful death.

He screwed up, but I won't punish

the entire team is at fault.

I didn't say anything.

Yes, but you know what I think.

It's Vattel!

We're presenting him with

the gold medal

for acts of courage and devotion to Chief Officer Vattel,

who died of his wounds,

and Officer Viguier, killed in action.

The first sacrificed his life

to rescue his comrade from the flames.

Both lived up to our motto: "Courage

"and dedication."

May the memory of their heroism live on and inspire us.

This ceremony is over.

Now, at ease!

Nice speech, Commander.

Yes, magnificent.

Have you made any progress?

Yes, we've made good progress.

It's the thieves.

It's the bad looters,

as you said.

But the fire burned everything.

It's going to be quite difficult

to find the culprits, the chances are pretty slim.

Very weak indeed.

And...

When Vattel had his heart attack in the hospital,

you were in his room?

Yes.

-No! -No.

No, we weren't there at the time.

-We were there before, but... -Yeah.

But we were there.

OK. Do you know if he said anything that might concern

me?

No, I don't remember.

He wasn't doing well.

-Right. -Of course.

Yes, but...

All I can say

is that he was worthy of your trust.

Come on.

So? Was I good?

She wanted to be convinced.

It didn't work at all

to stop me thinking about Selma.

Because with Commander Lamarre there was a...?

When? When I was there?

I attended the...

I'm not going to tell you all the details.

It happened off-duty,

if that makes you feel any better.

What was it like?

It wasn't unpleasant.

It wasn't crazy either.

It was a bit boring.

Well, at least you tried.

You should invite Selma for dinner.

If you get shot down, you'll be set.

No, if I get shot down, that's it.

You'd rather do nothing and complain

than try something,

but she might say yes.

That's the avoidance of failure

by non-initiative.

Ah yes.

I suggest you play dead,

so Selma autopsies you. You wake up,

and you're already naked, so it's practical.

Judge Vauban!

Ronnie, what are you doing here?

I'm testifying on a trafficking case.

Wonderful.

Things are going well

with your guest, little Zacharie Novak?

Yes, it's going very well. We're getting our bearings.

It's good that he's with you,

because as far as the investigation, there's probably not much going on?

I don't suppose you've got any news?

No, it's pretty cold.

-That's unfortunate. -Yes.

It's good that he's in your home.

Yes, it's great. Have a nice day.

See you soon.