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The only guarantee of your survival will be the most absolute secrecy.

The only guarantee of your survival will be the most absolute secrecy.

Come on, quickly.

Ladies, see my instrument.

How ?

They would never make me fall.

It's useful.

The eminence of the conflict hardly seems the unrest.

On the contrary, the idea of ​​revenge is combinatorial.

A war against English flan is always popular.

Even the people, despite their times of austerity, call for it of their will.

But you, as admiral of the fleet, what do you think, Mr. Daronne?

We are not ready.

If the Varune is the country, and without the Austrian support, which, known, is very doubtful.

I would add that these Americans whom we want to support are still

English, that speaks for itself.

Madam.

Sir, Marquis de Rambouille.

Sorry, I don't dance.

I would only like to examine the flute with which you seem to want to make.

Goodbye, sir. Madam.

Welcome to my home. Nicholas, what are you doing?

Madame Cahuet de Villiers was preparing to leave, taking a flute

that I would like to examine.

I won't allow you.

Stop acting like a policeman, please.

Nobody stole anything. You embarrass me.

This is how Mr. My father.

I don't know what this new scheme is, but

our files are full of your exploits, and I don't despair of

putting an end to your actions in a few days.

And but, Admiral.

Am I not entitled to a kiss?

There are quite a number of dildos who only think of replacing me.

I wouldn't want to discourage them, ma'am.

Constable, Lady Bird, I'll see you soon, whether at the inn

or behind bars.

Carina de bois, hesitates to see you.

From abroad to him.

And there she launches.

Look, there are minuses.

That's what I did.

Wait.

We're going to be.

We should leave, my dear.

You shouldn't.

You shouldn't. You shouldn't.

I see you. From abroad to him.

And he received the gold. Carina de bois, hesitate to beg you.

Shh.

Shh.

I'm glad you weren't robbed.

The king's font is well done.

No more alcohol.

You are back.

Another, the local king, was not so lucky.

Or ?

I saw your English. English?

I saw James Harris. The head of British intelligence?

Yes, right here, in the back of a cab, last night.

Are you sure? Yes.

It's important, don't wander around at night without a legitimate reason.

That's why the legitimate reason was there.

The facade of the forts at the bishop.

A madwoman in the heart and the horn in the far side of the body.

I can think of a few escapes gone wrong.

No, with James Harris around, no.

Your escapee managed to file down the bars without any trace of any

tool being found to help him do so.

How do you explain this, Mazicourt?

We wouldn't have found him.

Someone will have taken it from his corpse, what do I know?

Where it was made easier for them.

It is well known, Mr. de Mazicourt, that you run a

second-rate establishment.

They are only admitted as players, pimps or actors,

low-class prisoners.

The thing is indeed notorious if we revoke the term second order.

The escapee was discovered at dawn by a man from the lookout, who came to take his duty.

I was warned, woken up.

When I came out, the police were already on the scene.

Do you confirm?

That's all, yes.

Nowhere in your records is there any mention of the identity of the detainee.

For what ?

You are wearing out our patience, Mazicourt.

In what capacity was the man the detainee?

Under a secret letter which was not considered appropriate, motorized to keep a copy.

However, the law requires it.

In order to prevent arbitrariness.

A letter of cachet?

The thing was of importance.

No doubt enough for me to allow certain deviations from the

beneficiary regulations.

Who provided for his upkeep?

An anonymous young officer from a weapon that I cannot specify came to visit him,

bringing him his supplies, candles, and belongings.

Would this button correspond to the vague memory you have of

this young officer's weapons?

They had long conversations together about which I know nothing.

That's all I'm going to tell you.

I hope that...

Carnival is without the frills this year.

The bad weather, the lack of work, the poverty that is gnawing away at the country and no cure

in sight that is worse than the disease.

You made me ask, Majesty.

I had a flute specially made for Mr. Monbopé, the

Emperor of Austria, a proven music lover.

A prototype?

A three-part flute from Keller.

The gift was announced to him by embassy voice.

The present in front, solanize the signing of the military pact between

Austria and France.

This alliance with Austria must contain the warlike ardor of

England, with which war is imminent.

Because of the Americas, the Insurgents challenge its power.

Do you have any idea of ​​the importance of What is this thing,

Mr. Marquis?

Some ?

If it has a high market value, the gift has above all

an immeasurable symbolic importance.

However, the flute disappeared, right here yesterday.

And that means that no flute, no agreement?

Exactly.

A real diplomatic disaster.

Austria would seize this pretext to remain neutral.

How to ally yourself with a country incapable of protecting its own royal apartments.

The English are not yet entering my apartments, Sartine.

Our only chance is that someone with questionable motives wants

to make money from it.

There is still time to find the flute, Nicolas.

Come on, hurry up.

And remain discreet as much as possible.

The flute really poses a problem for me.

But make no mistake, Mr. Marquis.

I'm talking about the instrument.

As for this clue, we are unfortunately unaware that...

Finally, that I have not yet given France an heir.

Have you tried, to make it sing, to

put it in your mouth?

I have the

drone of Notre-Dame in my head.

And your heart no doubt still reproaches you for excessive libations.

Are you not angry anymore? And you ?

What is the pleasure of your presence worth to me?

Flute problems which greatly embarrass the king.

Ah good ?

Don't get me wrong.

An instrument of important diplomacy was allegedly stolen

from his own apartments.

A flute, right?

Aren't you looking for a yesterday under the skirts of the KUI?

Precisely.

And without your idiotic intervention, I probably would have already settled the matter.

You know who took it. So go take it back.

Who is a protégé of the queen who will no doubt have already put her in a safe place.

I'm going to find her, ma'am.

And you will help me.

Me, playing the policewoman.

No, but you're joking, Nicolas.

I'm not kidding.

You are already leaving us, Nicolas.

Don't worry, Mr. Marquis.

This is not one of my daughter's countless suitors.

Before you is Ensign Emmanuelle de Rivou, a young

officer who liaises between the admirote and the Minister of the

Navy, Monsieur de Sartine.

This damage model is part of the recent marine rifle units with which

Sartine managed to equip the fleet.

He has them raised Prussian style, which guarantees obedience, loyalty,

a tenacious cruelty that is only found in certain molosss.

The description hardly betrays any sympathy on your part.

That's because I'm old-fashioned.

I don't much appreciate those who commit cold-blooded murder.

To make an exact science.

But in the name of the king, is this really homicide?

Is it true that you, so to speak, came across an

escapee from Fort l'évêque?

The news sometimes travels faster than the facts themselves, I see.

But it is true, a very disturbing escape, indeed.

Now, therefore, the dead man, who was detained at the gunpoint for uncertain reasons and

whose identity remains unknown, seems in his flight to have fallen into a

street from which the turn towards Berbe had previously been extinguished.

Then, a dagger appears, it hits the man in the heart even as

English siquarians swarm on the scene.

Let's add to the hand of the deceased a jacket button from a

French navy corps.

That's it, that's all.

However, it is important to emphasize that the only witness mentioning the presence

of the English and James Harris was found on the scene permeated

with a powerful odor of alcohol.

That's enough, Pierre.

They're giving me Pierre now.

I wasn't drunk.

It would be good if, before the state of decomposition, we had a

portrait made of our anonymous person which we would communicate by means of a

fly to those who might have known him.

The valley?

It was he who executed Madame Bourdot at our wedding.

This morning at Darranet's I met a very curious bird.

Would you like to find out about the person of a certain Emmanuel Derevou,

as a sign of his status, and report to me as soon as possible?

Was this button missing from the sailor's jacket?

No, but it comes together.

There may be several coats.

Let's not leave anything to chance, the man is keen to arm himself.

Madam, the towel.

I'm calling you the towel, come and see.

The object was stolen the day before last evening from the king's apartments.

A three-part picolo flute from Keller.

It must be worth its weight in gold.

Much more than that.

The alliance between France and Austria against the English would be based

on this instrument.

Just that? A flute.

Shouldn't the king take better care of his own?

How long has he been married? Seven years.

Rock. Seven years old and still no children.

I did one a year for five years.

Not everyone is a bourgeois, that's all.

It's not that difficult though.

Can we go back to the flute?

It is in the possession of the lady KU

E. De Villers.

She will try to resell it.

I want you to discreetly broadcast the description of this flute

and let all the fences in the area know that holding it or

trying to resell it would lead directly to the executioner.

No, but what is the need to mix a small gift with dealing with a military alliance

at a time when the country is about to fall into war against England.

No, but what a stupid thing.

Futile as those of adults always are.

No ?

Madam, I have come to apologize.

But of what, mademoiselle?

Last night, my friend, the Marquis de Rentreuil showed himself

to be delicate towards you. I cannot forgive him.

But as a hostess, I can only ask you to forgive me.

This is done.

So here I am, angry with this dismissal. Yes, ma'am.

This stupid flute thing.

How dare you accuse a friend of the Queen?

And besides, do you know that Coppola had borrowed from

the king's apartments for gambling?

It is said that it is a gift intended to seal the alliance with Austria.

I pray Coppola has put him in his place.

I think he will have done it.

He would be crazy to keep it.

A little English tea? My pleasure.

While we still have some left.

Why is your Fréminin not unknown to me, mademoiselle?

What do you like, young man?

You are kind.

No, I'm just much older than you and while giving you a

young man, I'm still a man.

I won't forget you if I'm lucky enough to last.

I am a royal policeman and I would like to ask you a favor, sir.

Policeman, a service.

You have very strange manners.

Usually, the redhead takes everything and is happy to leave nothing behind.

I'm afraid it's over for today.

You can dispose of it, my child.

What kind of service do you want me to provide you, Mr. Policeman?

The portrait A portrait of an individual.

My great friend, Inspector Bourdot, has a very successful portrait that

you have leaked of his wife.

Inspector Bourdot? But why didn't you say it sooner?

I couldn't refuse anything to a friend of my great friend, Inspector Bourdot.

The idea is to make a portrait that is in no way flattered, as real as possible,

which can then be engraved and reproduced in two multiple copies.

See you tomorrow.

She's not crazy and no one knows where she comes from.

Grace, innocence, it seems like it just came out of the waves.

The important thing was therefore the police.

The Marquis de Rangueil.

In other words, Nicolas the Floc.

Your little escapee was He is expected.

The toxic French are defecting from us.

Certainly.

The escape failed, too bad, but if they killed him, it was because they knew.

And if they knew, could it be that your cover was blown?

We don't believe it.

And then, the other night, all they saw was you.

Under no circumstances should you be under the sun.

Which means that, whatever he knows or doesn't know, it is imperative

that Nicolas Le Vloc dies.

Yes. The policeman came.

He left a few moments later with the painter.

And the girl?

She left in the meantime.

Don't leave the man alone.

His heart was cut straight through, perpendicularly, with a dagger.

You teach me nothing, my friend.

Most of its eggs are broken.

The escaped being would have died from his fall.

However, we wanted to pin him to the ground, just like a butterfly on its cap.

The force and determination of the blow betray a great feeling of

hatred, what fanatical rage.

There is the mark of passion here.

Were you able to analyze the rope?

We're pointing again. Do it.

The truth is startling.

You are a master.

You're so fucking good.

How much do you cake?

For any salary, I no longer wish to keep Fuzard's croquille.

Sketches are just sketches.

Look at propane, they seem very accomplished.

Do you allow me?

But where?

I charge you to have the engravings made.

Here.

We mission it to the bed of paper. THANKS.

Beautiful worsted wool.

Yes.

Perhaps we will be able to extract some information relating to our unknown.

You should have it examined by an expert, your tailor, for

example, famous Vachon. GOOD.

As for the Fior de Rivou, the sailor is a soldier, but

is no less a man.

A few weeks have revolved around the goddaughter of Enroger la

langue of a certain Agnès Guinguet.

A detail which should, I believe, delight you.

He does so at the rank of ensigns, by personal decision of

the minister, Antoine Raymond Jean Calbert, Gabriel de Sardine.

It's enough.

It's enough. It's enough.

It's a war that's hitting us in the face, my little marquis.

A war, a real one, do you hear?

Time is running out.

Time is running out and they are forming a fleet for France.

And you, meanwhile, are quibbling.

Are you mining? My vanished here, my fainted there.

Who murdered my deceased?

Because you mine perfectly.

Who is my escapee, Minister?

Because you persist?

How then? Should I tell you?

You return the corpse, its watch and its effects.

He had no watch, Mr. Minister.

It's over, Nicolas. There is no escape.

There has never been an escape.

Tell me who it is and the motive for his assassination.

And maybe I would consent.

Maybe I would agree, laugh Why?

Tell me I'm dreaming.

Tell me I'm exaggerating.

Tell me I've lost my mind.

I will try to be clear.

I defend you.

I forbid you. I don't want you to continue.

I sit on your duty as a police officer.

I don't care about your duty.

I conchieve him.

Your duty as a police officer.

There was no homicide in Fort L'évêque.

There never was. You dreamed.

I dreamed. We all dreamed.

Now it's over.

Mr Minister of the Navy.

I have with me an excellent portrait with which Paris will soon be flooded.

A father, a mother, a neighbor.

Someone will remember the man and come and bring him back to us.

Then I will know.

And then I will continue.

It seems very beautiful from Who said you...

The valley.

Great artist.

This is what I make of your portrait.

Brought back Monsieur, of whom His Majesty the King is

impatiently waiting to bring him a flute. Have you forgotten it?

No, not.

No need to laugh, I know the way.

Don't you understand.

It is a terrible war that is being prepared with its processions of deaths

and its oceans of suffering. One thing prevails above all our feelings.

This is the reason of state.

Did you hear?

The scoundrel isn't going to be easy to convince.

Rather convince the day to rise in the west.

What we need to do is erase the traces.

All traces.

Let us hope that this notion of trace will not extend to the

Marquis de Rangueil himself.

Madam, he calls me carefree and frivolous.

However, if you knew, Madame, we were very young when

the king and I got married.

We were so young, almost still children.

I knew nothing about the French court.

Who can claim to know anything about the French court?

I had to quickly recognize the laughter wheel, the duplicity

of beings, the wickedness.

It was because at home, I was hardly used to meanness.

I'm told I should be wary of you like the plague.

It's just jealousy.

You entertain me.

The subject is a little licentious, but the engravings are exquisite.

In particular at the level...

Otherwise, His Majesty the king you by the type of war?

No, he doesn't want to darken my thoughts.

I know he wishes he could count on my father's support, but

it all bores me.

You are absolutely right, Majesty.

I have a gift for you.

Spplante A beautiful instrument made by Keller in Strasbourg.

A flute?

But what would I do with it?

I play the harp.

Maybe you could pawn it.

Knowing that it comes from you, no one would hesitate to pledge a large

sum that you could play at your leisure.

If you want, I could take care of everything.

Engaged ? Why not ?

That I'm going to lose?

Since they also don't say that I am the queen.

Lady Kuhun will possess the escape, but she obviously has it, since

she cannot get rid of it.

There is here the Austrian ambassador who is announced.

That and money.

And if we take the flight, we will probably have already lost a

war that has not yet started.

All this pities me too much for me.

Please allow me not to get involved.

To get back to serious business.

Do you know that in your country, what a simple policy costs

If the worker does not earn it throughout his life.

Everyone, neither you nor I, made it, Pierre.

Don't devour it unless we collaborate on it.

Is it an English fabric or not?

Yes, but we cannot formally conclude

that the man was English.

The difficulties between our two countries do not hinder trade.

Money comes first.

And you, accompanied by the vehemence of Sartine's tone, by the

force of conviction he showed in destroying the sketch, I concluded

that he knows who our stranger is.

He also seemed very upset about a watch that the

corpse should have worn.

However, these protests seemed to me, for once

, to be marked by real sincerity.

He expressly asked me not to persevere in our

investigation and to abandon it.

For the best interests of the kingdom, I preside.

Strangely, I almost find myself agreeing with his reasons.

The Marquis de Rangueil pierces the armor. Leave Rangueil where he is, please.

This is a war that is happening to us.

Reason of State.

A nice excuse for the great people of this world who think they can do anything.

Mr. Commissioner, you are needed at Fort L'Évêque prison.

Have you gone mad, young man? Taken, sir.

Leave me. Leave me.

Keep quiet. Leave me.

You run away. It's in the trap.

Run away, you say.

Would it not be good policy to lean towards some suicide engineer?

I have just learned that all the sketches of the deceased and the copies of the

portrait were seized from the printer, by order of the king.

Sartide will not have lingered.

Such an artist.

If it involves removing any witnesses, there is reason to fear for their lives.

He would be there, lying in her bosom.

Maybe they didn't find it?

I doubt it, there was a pattern there.

Who is it that makes sense to find the woman to whom this note is addressed?

Who's name is that?

My friend, my love, my tenderness and he signs SFP.

On the other hand, This button and this cam point resolutely

in the direction of this mysterious naval officer, this Emmanuel Derevaux.

Come closer, my friend.

Would the condition of the deceased allow me to have my portrait painted again?

Alas, No, the putrification now makes him unrecognizable.

I understand your disappointment.

However, I undertook a new examination of the body.

A callus was really bothering me on my right hand.

A callus, as we see in workers exercising a precision profession.

Here.

What?

Gold filings embedded under the nails and in the folds of the skin.

Your man was a watchmaker, Nicolas.

Forgive me for this intrusion, Majesty, but it is to the watchmaker

that I have come to speak.

Your Majesty, you don't have to answer.

It's because I have on my hands the corpse of a watchmaker, perhaps English,

which is seriously starting to weigh down.

Let's go see her and help the Marquis de Rangreuil and explain to him what

Sartine Saint-Génie has hidden under her usual quarrel at the minide evokes in

silence. Go ahead, first, to expose.

We are here far from prying ears.

What do you know about the question of longitude, Nicolas?

I mean in matters of the navy.

That along with latitude, it is essential for the captain of a ship

to determine its position at sea accurately.

We have already known about latitude since the Phoenicians,

but the calculation of longitude is the subject of bitter rivalry

between us and the English.

We imagine the importance of longitude in the context of combat,

which will not take long.

To determine longitude precisely, we first need watches that

are as precise as possible and that we can all synchronize

so that each ship finds itself in the appropriate position at the same time.

Prepare for war and often win it.

This is why a highly talented watchmaker can become a

major issue between belligerents.

There you have the main points, Rentreuil.

For details of execution, I fear I will have to address you

directly to Mr. de Sartine.

What about that damn was?

Time is running out.

The matter is moving forward, Majesty, have no doubt about it.

The Minister has instructed me to I cannot bar his door, sir.

So you hear yourself stopping me from passing?

Purely speculative, definitive.

If tomorrow your master ordered you to disappear a renowned painter,

a young woman or a prison director, what would you do?

I leave you alone to judge the relevance of your question.

You are perfect.

After all, we serve the same master well.

No hard feelings, Mr. Ensign.

You have indeed heard, in fact, some tumults at non-saps.

I asked for a cardboard navies project to be studied.

Light, foldable, holds up well to the sea, easy to repair, what's more,

inexpensive, when you know how to get into the wood.

Certainly, but making cardboard requires wood.

A paste, yes.

I have just seen the king.

His Majesty has just raised the count of the secrecy limit.

A light and foldable file.

So you are no longer ignorant of the question of longitude.

And so?

Stop, Mr. Commissioner, you will end up surrounding me.

What exactly do you want now?

The name of the escapee from Fort L'évêque, his last name, his first name, the reason

for his incarceration.

And if you are aware, the motive is the author of his assassination.

You will get nothing.

I promised myself to remain as calm as possible.

And it costs me.

Stop, relax!

But you'll get nothing, nothing.

Too bad.

Perhaps Admiral Darranet will be able to enlighten me.

I will check some of his officers' jackets to see if this button is missing.

Most likely it will have been replaced.

Or not. Go figure.

Where do you get this from?

The clenched fingers of the homicide whose identity you are so keen to conceal.

Search among your men also.

Who knows, maybe someone will have forgotten to tell you

some details.

Search on the other side of the door.

I seem to recognize his face on this medallion found at Lavallée.

Similar, right?

For my information, how will a light, foldable cardboard boat

be able to withstand the terrible recoil overwhelmed by cannons without sinking?

Explain, give yourself, explain, explain, explain.

I got you cured, because I carried out research on the sheets

that made up the escape rope. And so?

It proves that they were soaked in a soda solution which corroded

the fibers in several places.

Their breakup was inevitable.

You're twice in some way by the fall of a crazy move.

Did we know that we were very angry with our apprentice spy?

Very happy to absolutely ensure his silence.

But what is Nicolas doing?

Are you a player, Mr. Marquis?

Not the world of the world, Majesty.

My God, how bored you must be.

I need your help.

Not long ago, a person I knew gave me

a very valuable item.

Item she suggested I pawn.

All, of course, under the seal of the most perfect secrecy.

Do you believe in secrecy, Monsieur de Rancœuil?

I practice it more often than not, Majesty.

But that's enough for me to hardly believe it.

It's no secret that I play.

I play and I lose.

I am perpetually short.

A very pitiful queen, isn't she?

No, Majesty.

You are a child thrown into this collection of deceitful beings

that we call the court.

You are still young.

It's true that there is a darkness in your eyes, a sagacity older

than the Pont-Marie.

Perhaps this is the effect of your job as a police officer.

Afterwards, they are there.

Shortly after, I was blackmailed.

The thing is serious.

Why so much?

I am asked to lend credit to notoriously fraudulent operations

which involve stock trading and influence peddling.

They are even willing to give me a share.

Otherwise ?

Otherwise, the king will be informed and I don't want to upset him in any way.

The object of the Arcin is a flute.

A struggling flute from Keller, postman in Strasbourg?

Do you know that this flute is intended for your father to seal a

military alliance treaty between Austria and the Kingdom of France?

My dad, my husband, I could never confess to them.

I ask you to put an end to all this, Mr. Marquis,

in the greatest secrecy.

Has Monsieur de Fersin arrived yet?

Just do it for fun, I'm bored. Come on, come on.

My Majesty, if I may.

Go, go, Mr. Marquis, do the best.

Could

we not, you and I,

between agents of the same world, conclude a sort of peace of the brave?

Peace of the brave?

While the war is already raging in the Americas.

You have emerged from the shadows, Aris.

The investigation stops.

France did not lose, England did not win.

The dead stays dead.

The dead man.

Which death?

Sir, don't tell me you don't know anything about his escape from Fort Neuvec.

We cannot fail to see the hand of your services there.

You are making progress, Monsieur de Sartine.

You just gave me a coin.

I We will come back to everything about this crime and neither my services, nor me,

nor without too much something. Crime ?

Who said anything about crime?

You regain the advantage.

There is very little time left to conclude.

What do you know about the rumors of a certain flute

recently stolen?

Would your services have any responsibilities in the maneuver?

No, not.

But we will watch with interest Austria's reaction.

You said it yourself, it's just noise.

A clever rumor, just good, to bring joy to our living rooms.

Neither winner nor winner.

We are dough, Mr. Head of British Intelligence.

Yes.

Not quite, Mr. Secret Man.

I have just been informed that King Nicholas the Floc's commissioner, who was on his

way to the Hôtel d'Arrêt, has just drowned after falling from his horse.

He is dead.

I did what I could.

A parishioner found him floating on his back, a few steps from here.

Leave me, please.

Are you alive?

It was you a thanks to you.

I...

I forgive you.

You're alive, let's not talk about it anymore.

What do you have to tell me about not fluting parked?

What can you tell me about a misplaced flute?

What can you tell me about escaping from Fort Lévêque?

After all.

The man had no that had the in the country.

An English Protestant from a Huguenot family from La Rochelle.

He was spotted, approached, then returned by our services.

He was originally an outstanding watchmaker.

We placed him with the big one, where long-term research has been carried out on

longitude. They had him arrested.

He was discreetly allowed to flee elements in the direction

of the English services.

Which explains the presence of James Harris at the scene of the murder.

The referent was careful not to tell me.

I'll tell you. Never mind.

To be honest, after his escape, the country had to be

taken care of by the English services, then work for Harrington,

the watchmaking specialist there.

So, you would have had a mole among the enemy.

And the watch the man was supposed to wear.

A simple watch, intended to make them believe they are behind in their search.

Believe that quite twisted, the plot was not without its train.

Only, it didn't work.

And you know why?

Because at the time when you were trying to implant a

mole, the enemy will have you in front. Is that what you think?

How much confidence do you have in Dereuil?

He was the country officer.

His contact is at the point of homicide.

And the English swear to me that they have nothing to do with it either.

Rather, they belong to your All.

Others were less fortunate.

Masie courageous under your orders.

Are La Vallée and the Young Model dead?

The interests of the kingdom sometimes require sacrifices.

In this watchmaker affair, there is a murderer.

And it takes a police turn.

It's Adderivou who returns to find him.

He's a soldier.

I informed you about Lévanier.

What do you have to tell me about the flute.

I promised secrecy to Her Majesty.

I don't mean rejection.

Gentlemen.

I give myself Nicolas Le Floc.

I am Agnès Guinguet, daughter of Maître Lalande,

court watchwoman and currently incapacitated.

And here is Armand Desplat, worker, watchmaker and associate of my godfather.

I am a commissioner at Châtelet and...

This is Inspector Bordeaux.

My God, gentlemen, are you the messenger of bad news?

Why, ma'am?

It's that...

We are very concerned, Mr. Commissioner.

Tell me.

My friend, Saul François-Pays, works here, but he disappeared.

Could this note be in his handwriting?

Oh yes.

Assure me, it’s his handwriting.

Could he be speaking to you?

I dare to hope so.

And does your friend have, among his acquaintances, a young

marine officer named Emmanuel de Rivou?

I don't know, Commissioner.

A certain lafollue, the model of his state.

A pastel painter named after the valley.

My friend comes from La Rochelle.

He frequents us well in Paris.

I am his only company in these moments of solitude.

Can I keep this ticket, sir?

No, ma'am.

It is of interest to an investigation into homicide.

Homicide?

Your friend is dead, madam.

Interesting tour as the truth.

It's renewable.

Yes, who renewed.

A lamb very comfortable in the role of a proven lover.

Certainly.

And a very convincing Armand of the dishes as a jealous, transfixed lover of the beauty.

The discreet one who robbed us on the street corner.

It’s Mignon Emmanuel from Rio.

Ah, a handsome man.

We will probably die of it. There are some hellish trios.

A romantic rivalry?

Why not ?

If there is neither a set nor an English service, they have removed it,

someone must use it to cook this poor boy.

But for now, Bordeaux, I am entrusting you with a very delicate task

which requires tact and skill.

This choppy way of sugarcoating things leaves me with

nothing good today.

The fleet is moving forward.

He came to the store.

The big news.

Having failed to beat her, the thing was only inevitable.

Yes. The French are looking for an assassin, who is not in their ranks.

But who then?

To discover it for you.

What does he know about you?

There are more than what you told him.

And that jacket button?

One of my uniforms is indeed missing one, but I am not

the only sailor in Paris.

And the medallion found at the valley on which you appear as a

pretty heart is not me.

The flock must be eliminated.

Let me take care of it.

If he continued to advance, would it not be appropriate to

make him disappear?

No.

Waiting and seeing as our French friends say.

The flock is quite capable of leading us to the assassin.

Him.

Maybe the guy will lead us to the mysterious killer.

Watch him from afar.

A sort of wait and see, as our English friends say.

And for the moment, I would have asked you too much to remove any trace

where you lead me to your identification.

Can you tell me what this mock arrest is about which your

colleague carried out with zeal?

Stay put, Bourdot, this concerns you too.

Stop in front of my servants?

A simple discreet word, I would have followed you.

Unable to resell the flute, the KU

E. Had the intelligence to involve the queen.

The object is committed in the name of the sovereign, it is easy to

threaten her with a scandal. Do you understand?

Talking to the king about it would amount to betraying her.

Do you understand? But who could?

Those who advance money so that the queen can play.

Friends of KU who thus receive their share of the scheme.

What can I that you can't?

Are you friends with KU?

Become his intimate.

Learn where the flute is without forgetting to refer it to me.

Inspector Bourdot will be your contact.

And if not?

The bars.

Lounges or bars, you choose.

News from the valley? No.

Of his model?

Neither.

We have to find her.

I know him intimately from Rivou and who knows anything else?

We are irredeemable.

Shouldn't you take a few days off?

It's hardly worth a mediocre, heresy, I think.

Nicholas.

You who know all the girls in Paris, what do you know

about a certain freluche? I'll take it.

No, leave us, leave us, be quiet.

Leave us alone, will you? Leave us.

The freak.

The most corrupt creature retains somewhere in its being

a trace of original innocence.

However, I sense my sarcasm towards me.

Why should I be sarcastic?

Talk about soul, it's okay There's some shit to worry about.

And you see, that was the joke.

Candor, innocence.

She never traded in her charms or anything else.

The rascal emptied the chamber pots and gave us no chivalry.

But will she be put in a bad situation?

I don't know yet.

Hurry, please.

You will pay.

That's enough.

Come out, please. Come on.

What a shame, Nicolas.

That you have agreed to play the role of protector to me.

The term macro no longer seems appropriate.

Protective or macro, whatever the bottle.

Because of you, I rushed to recruit this goal.

Spell.

Do you know where La Freluche is now?

I can only tell you his last address.

This is an area where I discourage you from going there

at night without a strong escort.

Gentlemen.

Well done.

It's What can you tell me about the lady who had the chipper?

A real bug, intriguing and corrective.

She comes to bet and lose fiercely at Pharaoh's table.

We're like Tonight, by the way.

I win. They are done, ladies and gentlemen.

Alright. So, nothing...

Your game?

Madam, I would like to speak to you discreetly.

Certainly, sir, you will wear your hair.

I'm listening to you.

Please.

Let me go. Or else, I cause a scandal.

Two day cards for gentleman.

So what do you want to talk to me about this time?

I have a stolen flute whose importance you do not seem to appreciate, madame.

This flute again?

This is a theft accompanied by blackmail from the queen.

The last time she was seen was at your former mistress,

Mademoiselle Darranet.

An excellent friend who doesn't regret you.

Address her.

Would you be able to put your interests before those of the kingdom?

Like everyone else at Versailles.

It's about war, ma'am.

It will neither be the first nor the last.

And as always, the smartest get rich.

For the sake of babbling, I do not have and never have had this flute.

You fuck my mistress, you disrupt the games.

Who do you think you are, little marquis?

Simon.

Simon, come, come.

Sir.

The funny thing, my friend, is that I'm not your friend.

Where am I flying, without paying myself for it.

But you are very reckless, Mr. Policeman.

Come seated, alone and as if out in the open.

God save you.

One day ago, we came to pick her up and left.

Who came to pick me up? I don't know.

Do you wish him harm?

No, I mean him no harm.

I'm looking for him, no.

I'm removing you from it.

Terrible people, strange weather.

War, misery alongside frivolity.

Do you know that this morning, I only owed my salvation to a flight of coins?

That you had arrived.

There I was able to prove how terrifying a circle closing in on you can be.

In our escapee's case, we have three suspects, don't we?

The vial of fantasy, the jealous comedy and the barrier soldier and the

mentor of the homicide victim, Emmanuel Derevault.

Anyone close to the victim is by nature suspicious.

We have three circumscribed within the perimeter of the language workshop.

Quite.

I want them weighed down, obsessed, harassed by flies.

It's not a question of spying on them, but of showing our presence, of entangling them.

Tell Rabouin, I want our plan to be in place from tonight.

I know where it's hidden, little mom.

Do you want to eat something, little one?

Tell me, I have a daughter my age.

Is there anything that could please you?

Yes, sir.

I would like to be in heaven where my mother and my two sisters already are.

It seems that up there, they have enough to eat every day,

that neither death, nor suffering, nor fear comes to harass them.

Here, lead me. Come on.

Had you consulted on this question of longitude that I would have been inexhaustible?

And you yourself, immediately, aware of everything.

The great luck of the French is that Harrington's work is hampered

by his rival, the Reverend Mascoli.

The watch on one side, the calculation by lunar distances on the other.

None of this is entirely secret, nor deserves homicide.

As if it were necessary And from a gentleman reasons for one to commit suicide.

Finally, a word from you, mademoiselle, I feared that you would be silent.

Is it true that when you started, you worked at Paulette?

Yes, sir.

Franchise forces me to do so.

I fled there as a slut, potholder then chambermaid.

Then, a quality lady took me under her wing and it didn't

take long for me to find a job as a model.

My benefactress, Thank you sir, I am going to sleep.

Hold on, it's not a problem.

So this is why Daurier-vous spared you.

What about the valley?

I don't know.

Please, I don't know.

You protect He's an assassin.

He is not.

He is under the orders of the king.

He is tracking down an English spy.

Armand displeases?

Well done, Tristan said he was a stubborn scorer.

A ruined animal who is consumed with love for her without being in the least

reciprocated.

Emmanuelle has suspicions about him.

He pretends to love my protector to get closer.

Your benefactress at Lalande?

Agnès Guinguet?

She's a real lady.

Emmanuelle.

He...

He promised me marriage.

And a young watchmaker named Saoul François-Pays.

Hell.

Hell. Sacred my good lady.

Your good heart for hell.

A man of friends. A lady.

You were pointing your hand at me. You were pointing your hand at me.

What is the heart?

It's hell.

Have you lost your mind, your dish?

You could have been one of them.

Have you seen it outside?

Yes, beggars.

And then what?

They came little by little.

They come, they come.

Earlier, they were gathered in front of the windows, like flies.

This policeman who comes is now flies.

I'm lost, I tell you.

What do you say?

I am murdered for you, madam.

What the hell.

What do you have?

I committed suicide for you, Agnès.

I never take my eyes off you, ever.

I caught the game between you and yourself.

I moved closer to the little Protestant.

I failed his friend, he was scared.

He confided because it was all beyond him.

Continue. What did he tell you?

All.

His upcoming arrest, his escape, the English, that damned sailor

who were hovering around you.

I even helped him make a makeshift rope.

I dipped it in acid, its usual sale at clock engravings.

I absolutely don't have what you're talking about.

Come on, Agnès, you know nothing.

Sol told me he confided in you.

Sol was a spy and Derevou visited him frequently.

But I don't want to be smart anymore.

I, a worker, a watchmaker, don't want to worry anymore...

One day, the sailor was imprudent enough to leave his keys in

your suitor's room.

It was easy to make doubles and steal a jacket from him in order

to approach my victim.

You really murdered Paul.

I am a criminal.

I pierced her heart when she broke mine.

You fell in love with a spy.

I saved you Agnes.

I love you.

I will suffer a thousand deaths for you, but give yourself to me, otherwise

I no longer answer for anything.

I'm going to report myself if you don't like me.

Armand.

THANKS.

I don't recognize you, my dear.

Looks like you have the devil to find you.

The devil, indeed.

You marked my fly cover. Oh.

Thus, the crime would be due to a Jealous person.

It's French and love.

Always love.

Don't displease anything about me.

The oxyre would have caused suspicion.

Of course.

Aside from him, is there any other witness left who could guide the police?

None.

Are you sure?

You must not take any risks, Agnès.

None.

Since I'm playing the policewoman, I stopped by the Châtelet to

tell you that I found nothing. But you weren't there?

No more than at Monsieur de Noblescourt’s anyway.

So, Bordeaux thought of these maguses whose reputation as libertines matches the affair

and here you are, sir, in his rumpled sheets.

Were you worried? Don't try to deny the obvious.

What is that hair? If I told you nothing happened,

you wouldn't believe me, so enough of my ranting.

Time is running out and the flute has still not reappeared.

It will be the same, from yours to my place.

Your flute, if there is one, keep it for the polette.

I won't mention you. Leave me.

Are you bleeding?

Are you bleeding?

I don't like you, which has lasted too long, madame.

Oh, a thousand sorry, I thought.

What did you think my dear?

A policeman came to pick me up here.

I thought he was coming back. A policeman?

Commissioner Lefloc.

When ?

Last night.

Did you spend the night with Lefloc?

Yes, ma'am, just slept. And I ran away.

Why you?

I don't really know.

He spoke to me about Emmanuel Dorevou, about bad people and even about you.

Would you be able to betray me, my dear?

No, ma'am, of course not.

I have always remained faithful to you when it cost me

to tell you everything about Emmanuel.

So, do you really like this Révo?

And what do you know about me?

So little.

Pardon. Sorry, mom.

You deserve me for letting the young froluche slip away.

This, in fact, is hardly like you.

And does this sound like a comrade's speech to you?

A simple lie and the juvenile Countess de la Ranne, subordinate

as she is, would tear your eyes out.

Forgive my intrusion, sir.

But I have a very strange anecdote to tell you.

Actually, I don't understand much about it.

We are all, Miss Guinguet, please.

THANKS.

Do you know Inspector Bourdon, my second in command?

Madam.

Do you remember Armand Desplat, my godfather's partner?

I have just learned that this man, in love with me, but not loved in

return, knew about my affair with my late drunk François.

And Derevou?

Does he like it?

During our visit to your shop, you denied knowing Derevou.

However, it appears that he is courting you.

It seems to me that you are asking me if he was dating drunk.

Now, I don't know anything about it.

The rest is my private life and did not seem useful to me.

Forgive me, so I would have a hard time asking the question.

Do you know Dérivou?

Yes, in a very superficial way.

He's just a customer who courts me in passing, like many of them.

We cannot doubt it, madame.

You also denied knowing the valley and the It's awful.

Very good.

I had come to help the police, but if that is so, I prefer to withdraw.

I am only looking for the truth, madam, do not accuse you of anything.

SO ?

Only the disarray in the hotel your visit plunged me into, Commissioner, can

explain my confused responses.

Naturally, I know the valley, like everyone else.

He is also a client of Maison Lalande.

As for the froluche.

This is one of those young girls whom my good fortune allows me

to help, when I can.

By the way, please.

I am certain that Armand Déplat murdered my love.

You can dispose.

Thank you.

Is that all?

Mmm-mm.

And if out of revenge, you buy him, he accused me of anything?

My sagacity will be able to sort things out, have no doubt about it.

But in the meantime, don't do anything.

And don't say anything.

A very beautiful piece.

Who doesn't protest the presence of flies when they haunt their street?

Any bourgeois woman would have asked us to intervene.

Some dishes seem to have panicked, Louis.

What would she be guilty of?

Hasn't she just denounced the murderer of her love?

No doubt.

But if she's telling the truth, how do you think things happened?

Daurier suspects Desplat of being an English spy, under cover

of courting the beautiful Agnès.

Daurier-you ensures that Desplat learns of the future escape

of the only France in the country.

D'éplat warns the English about the recovery of the transfusion.

So you weren't drunk.

And if dishes is an English agent, why kill Saoul?

For So, if Desplat is not the

English agent, but is only a lover and leader who homicides his rival, who then

warns the English of the escape?

The watch, Desplat.

Do you recognize the effect of homicide committed on the person of

Mr. Saoul François-Pays?

Everything I did, I did it out of love, sir.

Miss.

There were gold filings and grease in the folds of his neck.

The deadly traces of a small and bony hand, almost feminine,

singularly determined.

Yannick consulted the Garnier file.

Upon his arrival in Paris, your Guinguet is housed in an establishment known to

accommodate the bored in the C'est elle at all costs and expenses.

At the Morion Hotel? We get used to it.

I checked, the bitch hasn't reappeared.

But I posted flies.

GOOD. She will come back.

She doesn't know what we know.

She still plays her cards.

You were right, Nicolas.

Yes, but too late, and it's not right.

As for you, I want you at Versailles tomorrow, at the Euros.

In Versailles?

What you are going to do, Auroreuil could not do without triggering

a scandal at court.

There was indeed a spy.

But far from being a major espionage affair, The Crime was

in fact just a story about jealous people.

A lover, a mistress, an unfortunate murderer.

A very ordinary police matter.

Just enough to excite the Parisian food theater.

And again.

Is it the banality of the matter or some other more intimate consideration that

motivates your despondency, Nicolas?

I deplore the very cruel and undoubtedly unnecessary death of an

innocent woman who was badly strangled.

A certain cowardice Well, what do you have?

Hold on, sir.

Were you looking for an English spy?

Well, she was a spy.

One named Agnès Guinguet, supposedly godson of master of the moor

and mistress of the unfortunate country.

She has fooled you, gentlemen.

You betrayed me, viper.

In this case, mademoiselle had no choice.

Come on, ride me.

She didn't betray anything, knowing nothing about where

that damn flute is.

Attention, It comes to me from the grandmother of the late, the baron of the Grandon anklet.

I have the same, my castle.

No, no, no, no, no, not the goat's biscuit, no, a sudden ignoble one, without

taking to art, to the very foundation of sinuization, I forbid you.

You can forbid yourself, madam.

As for me, I don't forbid myself anything.

I don't care about biscuits, I don't care about goats, I'm not from another world, I don't care

about customs, I don't care about your foundation.

Miss, do something.

I was given the mission to find this leak wherever it is.

If I tell you in my heart, I will write him a dog

with my own hands.

And if this is my kindness, I will take you secretly to the castle

where you will be subjected to the torture of the pale.

Pale, madam, do you know what pale is?

Yes, sir, finally, I saw engravings of it in a work

dealing with exotic customs.

Alright.

So choose.

The fleet or the pale.

You killed him, but why?

How could you, Agnes?

How could I, in fact?

I loved him.

As a fool, I loved him.

Me too.

Besides, the beauty told me all your confidences.

You are lying.

We loved each other in the love that was never to find its fulfillment.

I feel like in the hymen we were going to get married.

Are you marrying Mr. Myosotis?

You will lie to me about time.

Is this everything she promised you?

Wow, sir, it's just me.

This woman's life is yours.

Pull the trigger, please.

Come on ! In the name of the law, sir.

The law? What law?

The law of God is above that of men.

Isn't it written in the Holy Bible: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth?

I put it on.

I put it on. The commissioner too.

Know it, he who spends the night with the joumancelle.

Congratulations on your success, sorry. THANKS.

I am now waiting for justice to be done.

Nothing will happen.

How so ?

There are the Majesties.

The Countess of Auranie will agree to testify.

Tomorrow, the flute will never have left the king's apartments.

The rumor spread was false.

The Austrian ambassador cannot use this pretext

to refuse the alliance.

Thanks to you, Bordeaux.

And no, I'm not a monster.

Some are saved by the rareness of the sword, others by

that of their paintbrush.

Maître Lavalée hardly seems to have suffered from his stay in the shadows.

Isn't that right, Lavallée?

Certainly, but all my paintings, the work of a lifetime.

My posterity has passed into nothingness. That's enough.

I certainly couldn't resist the urge to have my portrait taken.

Come closer, Nicolas.

It's good.

On my desk, you will find a cover, a memorandum sent to me by

Mr. James Harris.

Several of our agents are being held in the worst torment in

London Prison.

They would welcome the release of one of our spies

in exchange for the surrender of your spy.

I know.

The judiciary takes care of the rest.

And far be it from me to get involved in your police investigation.

However, handing her over to the English will avoid a public trial which would bring

to light some very nasty practices.

You wanted her dead, right?

And the agreement with Austria?

It will happen or not.

She has her problems with Prussia.

But our war with English is inevitable.

It's for this day, midnight.

There you go, I'm done.

James Harris has been notified of your capture.

He wants you to be handed over to him.

Do you know what he does, agents nothing but failure?

You are very cruelly playing a sinister game, madame,

the rules of which you are not ignorant of.

If I live here, I could tell you about the English system.

Maybe for-Do you know where we are, here?

Here is the last home of the unfortunate Saoul François-Pays.

From here, it took its final flight.

I have no confidence in you, ma'am.

I don't know what lie hides the following lie.

You will probably have been trained differently, I guess it doesn't matter.

You owe me something.

Something expensive.

I don't owe you anything.

You owe me this poor creature's life.

So you too will be in touch with her.

You disappoint me very much, Mr. Marquis.

I have been tasked with organizing the conditions for your escape,

because you are going to escape.

The bars at the top remained sawn.

All you have to do is take the same path.

It's better to refuse, madam.

I will not escape.

I want a fair trial here in my country.

If you are still on cellphone, at Aurores.

Tomorrow, before noon, I will put you to death.

You have no right.

In time of war, the spy took the weapon in his hand, this rifle straight away.

This is a fact, but we are not at war.

It's midnight, ma'am.

War with England has just been declared.

Here we are reconciled in front of the world.

Where are we?

We have to talk about your conduct.

But everything always works out in the end in our world.

The widow.

Come, come and see.

Forgive.

You seem very sad to me, Nicolas.

Is this the effect of this cursed war?

No, it's just lukewarm champagne.