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Joseph Malongo wishes you a quick recovery, Colonel.

- Mum? It's done. - Good.

What is it you need to be forgiven for?

I know my mum. Buying her with all your money won't last.

Any woman between 20 and 25 should do.

300,000.

You're asking me to eliminate some unrelated stranger.

Of course, Samuel. Who would refuse that?

I'm not 100 % sure, but I think I've seen a ghost.

- Someone's spotted the idiot. - There's no way.

I hope you're right, otherwise... we're in trouble.

I put out a contract on her two years ago.

And you're telling me this bitch started a new life...

...after tearing mine to shreds? Kill her.

And this time, I want to see her corpse.

THE HUNTER

Don't move or I'll shoot.

Start the car and take the first turn on the right.

"ALICE SONNEVILLE"

Why would you shoot my wife down?

There's a misunderstanding. I took her for someone else.

Who?

A poker player who got into a lot of trouble a while ago.

Where did you spot her?

- In a game room? - Yes.

- You're working for Franck Peszynski? - Yes.

- He thought she'd gotten killed. - I know.

I was given the contract he put out on her.

Can you see how embarrassing this situation is for you and me?

If you kill me, Franck will hire someone else.

We'll find a way. I'll call him and tell him I got it wrong.

You can do better than this.

Grab your phone.

Franck, Boivin calling. I...

I've lost the girl... at Roissy airport.

She was with her son and took off to Cuba.

- You catch a plane and follow her. - To Cuba?

- What do you think? - All right.

Listen carefully. If you lose track of her, I won't forgive you.

Please. Don't kill me. I won't say a word.

I know... but it's about my wife.

Mum? I'll need our cleaners' help.

Lauren? It's me. Sorry, but I just got out of court.

I know, I said I'd be back early, but the judge won't let go.

Me, too. See you in a bit.

THOMAS SONNEVILLE, PUBLISHER

It all started when I turned down a young writer's manuscript.

Too tacky, I thought.

Alice, my wife, convinced me to rewrite parts of it.

But this meant spending time with the author. A lot of time.

- Well, I see. - Alice was right to choose her.

Cerise really has the skills.

But this wouldn't have happened if my wife hadn't been so insistent.

Of course, Mr. Sonneville. I understand.

Sack me, kick me out of my apartment, it feels over the top, don't you think?

On the other hand, haven't you heard that you can't put a price on love?

I haven't done all of this to start over again.

I've never fancied living in maid's rooms.

So, let me understand. Your wife wants a divorce.

Is it something you contemplated yourself?

Very briefly.

Divorcing would mean forgetting about the publishing house...

...she inherited from her father.

It also means splitting everything in two, our house in Cabourg...

...our St-Germain apartment, our pied-à-terre in Porto-Vecchio.

The loss is estimated at between 8 and 12 million euros.

And some things can't be shared.

I don't want to have to choose between a Bonnard and a Vuillard.

And what about the Spleen de Paris manuscript? Shall we tear it up?

I understand, so well.

Working your whole life to end up in such an extreme situation.

Well, I guess you already know about our rates for separation procedures.

250,000 euros.

I was told 200,000 euros.

50,000 extra for not having to choose between a Bonnard and a Vuillard.

- What a relief it would be, right? - Right.

Remember that guy following you? His name is Jérôme Boivin.

He's been sued several times for sexual harassment.

He even went to prison for rape.

- Really? - Don't worry.

I let his parole officer know, his parole is about to get suspended.

- How do you know all that? - It doesn't matter.

He said he spotted you in a poker club.

- What happened to you? - Someone tried to kill me.

- Do want to go to the police? - And tell them what?

That I can't pay my gambling debts back?

How much do you owe them?

- You promised me, Lauren. - I relapsed once, only once.

- Why would I believe you now? - Hug me, please.

I know I messed up.

But if I managed to hold on for so long, it's thanks to you.

I won't get on my knees.

I hate it when you're in such a rush.

- You'll need to control yourself. - I had no choice.

You still had it not so long ago. Do you realise the risks we take for her?

- At least, I got rid of the threat. - Do you want to hear Peszynski's tape?

He literally hates your wife's guts.

He won't hear from Boivin for a few days and next? He'll come to Paris

and ask me for an explanation.

The killer in charge betrayed you, vanished and is unreachable. Period.

Who would believe such a thing?

Why on earth did you need to have a crush on this whore?

Stop it! Stop saying this.

I'll take care of Peszynski.

Take 50,000 off my next contract for the cleaners.

60,000, friend. Everything's going up... here.

What is it this time?

Amicable divorce due to premature death.

100% natural.

I hope you'll manage to control yourself this time.

ALICE & THOMAS SONNEVILLE: THEIR SUCCESS STORY

BOOK FAIR LARGE CROWDS

PUBLISHERS OF THE YEAR WITH FOUR BOOKS RANKED IN TOP TEN

LARGE CROWDS AT THE ÉDITIONS DU MIROIR STALL

CERISE LAVIGNE, AN UNEXPECTED OUTSIDER TAKES IT ALL

Since you're here, could you ask Thomas to come and take his things away?

Listen, if you have something to tell him, call him. I'm aware of the situation.

I shouldn't have come here. I'd better leave.

Please stay.

Sorry. I thought it would be easier for me to talk about your manuscript but...

To be honest, I don't have much to say about what I've read.

- Well... - Don't get me wrong.

I really like it. There would only be a few changes that I can think of.

- To publish it? - Of course.

You being my husband's lover doesn't mean I'll let you go.

- I'm surprised to hear that. - I've just realised I shouldn't let...

...private matters interfere with others.

- You're all right? - I am.

What about meeting on Friday to wrap it all up?

Okay.

As I'd do anything to be forgiven, you'd better take advantage.

Promise me you'll never gamble again instead.

I promise.

- See you on Friday. - Bye.

Samuel?

I haven't done too great either, lately.

So, since this is promise time, I'll make sure it won't happen again.

Shall we order?

I'll park.

Arthur.

- You remembered? - Uh... yeah.

- You're shitting me? - That's all I got.

- From such posh parents? - I told you, he's not my real dad.

- He doesn't give me crap. - Do you want us to fuck you up?

I want 200 euros tomorrow, okay?

And that... is mine now.

Tomorrow.

So weird! You live around here?

Yes, I just moved in.

- Charlotte. - Lauren. And here's where I live.

My flat is right across the street.

It must have been, like, two months now.

Separation stuff, anyway, long story.

I see. And how often do you jog?

Every day. Well, I'm trying at least It helps to shrug it off. And you?

As much as I can, but it's more a question of motivation for me.

- Maybe we could jog together? - Yes, I'd love that.

- Tomorrow, 9:00 A.M.? - Alright, nine o' clock.

- See you tomorrow. - See you.

So, tell me more about the Alice Sonneville case.

- What's your option? - Suicide.

- Well, why not? - Yes.

Her husband leaving for a younger girl. It felt coherent.

Except that I followed her. She didn't look that desperate.

- Maybe she's seeing someone, too. - What about antidepressants, then?

Being dumped at her age probably isn't that much fun. Anyway...

But to most people, divorce plus tranquilisers equals depression.

Not too bad for a first act.

What did you cardiologist prescribe after your first attack?

- Muscle something? - Muscle relaxants, that's the one.

So awful! Sleeping all day, I couldn't move.

I felt so dizzy, too.

- What are you thinking of? - Second act.

Hey, where do you think you're going?

A good son stays with his mum to make conversation

and say things like, "Mummy dearest, is everything okay with your health?"

Sorry, Mum. Is your heart okay?

As long as you don't break it.

Oh, I forgot. Yesterday, I went jogging around the lake.

I came across a really friendly girl. I come home and there she is again.

It turned out she lives just across the street. Crazy, isn't it?

- And what's her name? - Charlotte.

- Charlotte who? - What's with the questioning?

I don't know.

- But we'll run together next time. - Wait, you don't know her.

What's wrong with that? For once, I've met someone friendly.

- Lock me up? Is that what you want? - Okay, I'm sorry.

All this stuff with Boivin went to my head, that's all.

You know what? Let's have her over for dinner. We'll get to know each other.

- Hi. - Good morning, honey.

- You slept well? - Yeah.

Can you give me 200 euros?

Excuse me? 200 euros?

Easy for you to say. He gets you everything you want.

- Don't use that tone with her. - All right. Forget it.

At least, I've tried.

All right. I got to go. I have a hearing.

Arthur?

Arthur?

Have you seen my jacket? The one with loads of pockets?

No, I haven't.

And it's definitely not in my room.

- Tell me why you needed 200 euros. - For nothing.

Arthur, it can't go on like this. We need to talk.

- I have nothing to say. I'm fine. - Talk to me. I don't recognise you.

Really? What about you?

You're trapped in your gilded cage, bored to death.

So be a good girl and leave me alone.

IDENTIFY YOURSELF: THE_SLAYER CARD HOLDER'S NAME: LAUREN DELAUNAY

Hi.

Here's an urgent mail for Alice Sonneville.

- What's your name? - You're quite direct, aren't you?

Sorry. Isn't working here a bit of a pain with all these intellectual pricks around?

I'm sure they barely say hello.

I'll need a signature.

- Thank you. Can I use your bathroom? - Sure, downstairs.

I had lunch yesterday with Cerise Lavigne and she'll keep on writing for us.

I know how you all feel about that, but I'm the one making decisions.

And, to be honest, that is the best message I can send to my husband.

Any questions?

So, we have the usual ones, literary reviews, cultural weeklies...

But what about going for tabloids as well?

Yes, Chloé's right. Why not take advantage of the situation?

Can you imagine? "Alice Sonneville publishes...

...her husband's lover book after sacking him." Perfect.

- I'm not too keen. - You asked to think out of the box.

When it comes to sending a message, you couldn't get any clearer.

- It's the fire alarm. What should I do? - Call the fire brigade.

Firemen want us to evacuate. They're on their way.

Get out, quick. Are there people left inside?

BET 450

YOU'VE LOST $1,800 START AGAIN. LOG OUT

Shit.

- Hi, Lauren. Am I bothering you? - Samuel's not here.

Yes, I'm all right, thanks. And you?

So, you've been gambling again?

Samuel told you?

Any man can replace his wife but he'll always keep his mother.

Since you're so into sayings, here's another one for you.

Any man sleeps with his wife, not with his mother.

Please spare me any more details.

When you crashed into my son's life,

I investigated a bit, of course.

Before him, there was Peszynski. Franck Peszynski.

You used your charm on him so that he'd lend you a lot of money.

Money you haven't been able to give back to him.

That's not quite what happened, but I don't need to explain myself.

I've never hidden anything from Samuel. He even paid back what I owed.

But he probably forgot to mention, part of the debt could not be repaid.

The one that made this poor Peszynski unable to ever walk again.

Now, tell me. This guy lends you a huge amount of money.

And in exchange, you turn him into a paraplegic?

Don't you remember pushing him?

No way, he was about to rape me. I didn't let him, that's all.

Right, I'm so sorry. Really, Lauren.

Of course, you didn't want to. Of course, you're a victim.

Same with gambling. Once you're hooked, there's nothing you can do about it.

But I'm not reproaching you. Hold on. Here.

Now is your chance. Can you imagine how much you could bet with all that?

So seize the opportunity. Catch the first plane to Vegas.

And disappear from our lives!

Since when do whores refuse money?

Because that's what you are. A whore.

- Everyone but my dumb son knows it. - Get out of my house.

I'll never let you shatter my boy's life like you did Peszynski's.

How much for you to leave him? Name your price and you'll have it!

Go fuck yourself. I love Samuel and I'll never leave him.

What's going on? She's dying here. Do something.

Call for help, quick!

- Very punctual, as always. - As always.

It's been a pleasure dealing with you.

Here. I did all I could with what I had in store.

But here's quite a comprehensive body of blood disorders on the market.

Hepatitis...

Leukaemia...

Tropical diseases...

Pick one you like.

And my respect to your mother.

How long have you been on antidepressants?

Three, four months.

Nine-five. Not good.

- How many magic pills a day? - Six. Sometimes more.

This could explain dizziness.

What's more worrying is this feeling of muscle cramps...

...and, above all, how tired you feel.

I'll ask for more detailed blood tests.

Nothing worth mentioning when it comes to your life?

An up and coming divorce after nearly 20 years together.

A crazy job, but... I manage.

Your consciousness manages, which doesn't mean your body does.

- You're scaring me. - Precisely.

Doctors said she needs a lot of rest. Go easy on her.

Get rid of her.

Mum...

Leave me alone!

Come back here!

- Leave me alone! - It can't go on like this!

It's okay. Calm down. Everything's all right.

- Don't worry, she'll pull through. - I know.

- She always does. - Why didn't you tell me about Peszynski?

- Tell you what? - That he's paralysed because of me.

Who told you that?

Natacha did.

This guy is scum.

Don't feel guilty for him.

CLINICAL LABORATORY

Mr. Peszynski, it is so nice of you to pay me a visit.

There was no rush, really.

But your assistant assured me you had completely recovered.

My time has not come yet. How have you been since last time?

Since our last case... Lauren Laccan.

Who's resting with a bullet in her head in the sea at Port-Cros.

So I thought.

Until one of my assistants thinks he found her in a gaming room.

- Impossible. - Same looks, same game rituals.

- Disturbing, isn't it? - But not much, is it?

I hope your assistant gave you something a little more consistent.

My reputation is at stake, Franck.

The problem is this woman supposedly took off to Cuba.

And my assistant in charge of finding her has been AWOL for three days now.

But I'm bothering you now.

We'll continue this conversation when you feel better.

Two possibilities. Either I've been fooled by an employee, which I doubt about.

Or your assistant came up with this nonsense to get more money from you.

Maybe.

But if he's right and this woman actually is Lauren Laccan...

...you'll have to live up to your contract.

Plus, as an extra, the head of the killer in charge of executing her.

Well... without a doubt.

- But I'll need some proof. - Don't worry about it.

No, you know. He was saying he wasn't ready, that we had to wait.

The truth is he just didn't want any. That's why we broke up.

- You got kids? - Yes, a son. Arthur.

- How old is he? - Nearly 14.

- And he can't stop provoking me. - That's normal. Adolescent crisis.

Rebelling against your parents can be good sometimes.

It helps with affirming who you are.

- You sound like a shrink. - Probably because I am.

Would you come for a drink later?

You got what I asked for?

It won't happen again.

You heard me?

You've got balls for a little fag.

Vittali's coming.

What's going on here?

Nothing. We're just fooling around, that's it.

I'm tired of hiding, Charles. We've wasted enough time as it is.

There's no rush. Thomas would take advantage of the situation.

Wait for both our divorces to be granted and I swear we'll make up.

- If I've got enough left. - Don't be so dramatic.

Let's wait for your test results. Everything will be fine.

Please stop. You've already had too many today.

- Don't worry. - I won't.

- Lauren told me you're a shrink. - Nobody's perfect.

- Public or private? - Mainly locum work, nowadays.

- Which hospital? - It depends.

- I hope I'll have my own office. - Arthur?

You could at least come and say hello.

- Hello. - Hi.

My son in all his splendour.

Right, I'll go get us a bottle of champagne from the cellar.

- Hello? - Lauren, Vladimir calling

I'm hosting quite an event tonight with two world champions.

- The blind is 10,000. You're in? - No.

- You can't do that to me. - I've decided to quit gambling.

All the more reason. A perfect way for the Slayer to bid farewell.

I'll save you a seat. See you tonight.

What?

Arthur?

Do you think I'm stupid? Where's the rest of it?

- I don't have a clue. - Stop right there.

- Does Samuel know you're gambling? - Answer me.

What did you do with it? Why would you need so much money?

What's the point in replying? Everybody's lying here anyway.

You'd be better keeping an eye on your man's job instead.

Can't you see he's flannelling us?

DIAGNOSIS OF ACUTE LEUKAEMIA

Who are you?

Your husband's left...

You're dying of leukaemia and your lover will never leave his wife.

In a way, I'm here to help you.

MY LOVE, I RECEIVED THE TEST RESULTS

MY LOVE, I RECEIVED THE TEST RESULTS. THIS IS HOPELESS. FORGIVE ME. ALICE.

Alice, it's me. Please, don't do anything stupid.

Call me quick. I love you.

It's me. She just came out.

I think he's being a bit careful, but everything's fine with her

All right