All language subtitles for Piste.Noire.S01E01.720p.SBS.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-Spud17

Boris?

- All right?
- And you?

Yeah. Here...

- You go in five minutes.
- Thanks.

Right.

Okay.

That's good, isn't it?

Thank you.

Have a nice evening.

See you.

See you later.

Good evening...

- Charlotte, you've splashed out!
- 'I'm not counting the cost.

Boris winning the Crystal Globe
will be good for you and me. For you too!

For all three of us.
Right, Madam Mayor?

- To Clairies 3000!
- To Clairies...

To Boris!

- Hello, Mr Jourdan.
- Fauvel, go and get yourself a drink.

Tatiana asked
where your husband is.

My husband? I'm guarding him
from all the pretty women!

Excuse me, can I have a selfie?
Thank you.

To Fabrice...

Boris.

Thank you...

Don’t worry, Markus.
Everything is fine.

- The physio said you're in pain.
- We all are.

When the pain’s gone,
we'll be dead.

Everything's good!

You were great today.
It was risky, but effective.

- Well done!
- Thank you.

We're very close.

Yes. The Crystal Globe
IS ours again this year.

Okay, have fun tonight.
But I'll make you suffer tomorrow!

- You want these?
- Yes.

Smoking like a teenager?
I didn’t see a thing. Scram!

That too.

- Here.
- Thanks.

Bobo!

Coming to celebrate with us?

- You good, Corto?
- Great.

- Well?
- I'm with the nobs tonight.

No! Come on, just one drink!

- I can't...
- Just one drink, come on.

- Champion!
- 15 minutes.

- Suck up to the nobs after!
- We're your real fan club.

- Ten minutes? No more?
- I promise you.

Let's go!

Take them a bottle of champagne.
And quick!

- Seen the prefect?
- Of course.

- And...?
- I thanked him.

I told him to stay
with his mistress any time for free.

- And your husband?
- He’s over there. I'll be right back.

Babe!
The sponsors are getting grumpy.

- I was with my fan club.
- Fan club!

I'm sure you've handled them very well.

- The federation head, too.
- Who are those bumpkins?

- They’re a bit out of place.
- Babe, please!

They're locals who work on the site.
Clairevoix invited them.

- Everyone’s entitled to celebrate.
- Everyone...

- Tatian Levsky’s here, with Jourdan.

- They’re with investors!
- I'm on it, my love. I'm in control.

Come on, then!

- Know where Boris is?
- No. In bed, I hope.

- You've made a champion of him.
- He’s worked really hard for it.

Remember him as a kid?
A daredevil.

Sometimes it paid off,
sometimes he crashed.

It often ended up with...

Help! Come on!

Paul, more water, quick!

Hurry up, it's spreading!

We have to try something else!

More water, quick!

It's not doing anything...

- I have to talk to Servoz.
- He'll be here soon, Madam Mayor.

- What are they waiting for?
- The Chief Investigator.

She’s in the caravan.
She wanted no one else in before her.

- A woman?
- Yeah, from the Lyon research unit.

She could have introduced herself.

Okay, you can go in.

Leave the body for the pathologist.

Hello...

Florence Clairevoix, mayor of Clairies.

I'd have appreciated a call.

Major Servoz
was supposed to let you know.

I asked him to.

- There's a body in there?
- The remains of one.

A seasonal worker,
like all the others living in this area.

Where’s your boss?

Here he IS now.

I know you.

Yeah, I know you too.
The team of "96.

You taught me how to slalom.

- Emilie Montfort.
- Karras. Chief Karras.

I can’t believe It.
It's been a long time.

- Staying at your parent’s place?

Why is Lyon involved?

Because there’s a body
and that's the law, Madam Mayor.

- You didn’t tell me Emilie was coming.
- Chief Karras. I prefer that.

No time for the niceties. Sorry.

Give my best to your parents.

What happened to her?

Smashed into a badly padded pylon.
A miracle she survived.

What doesn't kill you
makes you stronger, so they say.

- Mayor for how long?
- Four years. And she’ll be re-elected.

- You seem well-informed.
- That's our job, isn't it?

Community policing.

So, what are your orders, Chief Karras?

Door-to-door questioning.

What are you waiting for?

Go on, do as Chief Karras said.

- I think we’ll get on well.
- I was about to say the same.

Are you okay?

Are you okay, Servoz?

I can’t take that burnt smell.

Chief!

We have the guy's ID.
Corto Fioravanti.

He's a local.
Off-season he lives with his gran.

Bastards!
He was a kid! Just a kid!

You killed him!
It's you who killed him! You!

- Calm down...
- Get off, you're hurting!

- Calm down, Okay?
- Let me go!

Go on, then, break his arm!

Shit...

We’ve been neighbours for three years.

He worked In a bar
by the slopes, Le Tremplin.

- Did you see him last night?
- Youngsters come and go.

Did he have a girlfriend?

I saw him with women,
but I didn't know any of them.

Yep. Not enough electricity,
so that's all our heating.

We've been dumped here like dogs
for three years.

Our caravans are an eyesore
in the resort, you see?

That's how they treat seasonal workers.
No water or electricity.

We can all die, like...
like Corto.

No one gives a toss.

He was 20 years old.

Shit...

Chief Karras.

- Call me Emilie, it'll be easier.
- Okay.

They've found something interesting.

100.000, 150,000 euros?

A lot for a bar worker.

They get tips, remember.

- A bit of dealing, probably.
- A bit?

You must leave big tips.

Is that your everyday face?

I've never liked
delivering the news of a death.

That's weird, I love it.

Don’t believe everything Jeff says.

The village was dead.

Clairevoix got the Clairies project
up and running, so to speak.

Meaning?

She found the investors.
Foreigners, mostly.

But the money
hasn't trickled down as promised.

And the clientele has changed.

- They leave bigger tips?
- Right. They like to enjoy themselves.

More money,
so there are more drugs around.

A score-settling, you reckon?

Dealers never work alone.

- That's lots of people to question.

- The people in the
reservation aren’t very chatty.

“The reservation”?

That's what people
call the caravan park.

Like with American Indians.

Yeah, I got it.

Well, well.
No trickling down of wealth here.

- It's not a wealthy place.
- Yeah, I know.

Why did Lyon send you?

Between Christmas and New Year,
only us trainees are available...

I was on call.
And I know the area.

- Yes, Clairevoix knew your surname.
- Maiden name.

Karras is my married name.

- No one told me you're from here.
- I left a long time ago.

Does it change anything?

- No, I don’t think so.
- There you go.

This touchiness is getting on my nerves.
You're like your dad.

- How's that?
- A fucking pain!

Here it IS.

My Corto, my baby...

His caravan burnt down.

It was an accident.

He was so nice, so funny.

He was a big help to me.

All the girls are crazy about him.

Look...

- A handsome lad.
- Thank you.

Did he have his own flat, in town?

No, he lived here.
We're poor, you see?

Are his parents in France?
I'd like to talk to them.

My daughter’s gone back to Naples.
I don’t know about his dad.

In Belgium, maybe, or Switzerland.
I don’t know.

Could I see his bedroom?

Yes. At the back.

Thank you.

So... you like football?

I found an old phone, no SIM card.
But it might tell us something.

It's unbearable,
the death of someone so young.

Yes.

Babe, what are you doing?

We don’t have time for that.
We have a big day, stop it!

Don’t. Please.

We have to get Jourdan's investors
to cough up.

That's your job.

Did you see the article about you?

Four pages.

- Call Navarro to thank him.
- No. Screw Navarro. Okay?

He wrote nothing
until I got a top ranking.

Who cares? As long as the sponsors
read it and write a cheque.

Jourdan and the Russians
will be delighted with it.

Have you seen the model of the hotel?

Yeah.

I know it'll pain you to leave here.

But we had to raise the capital.

And we were right to,
because it'll be a real palace.

Are you listening?

- I'm talking to you!
- Yeah, okay!

Sorry, it's just that...

What?

- No, nothing.
- Right, so get moving!

Boris, you're still not moving!

Move.

Dying like that in his caravan,
it's so unfair.

He was a lovely guy.

- He was never any trouble?
- In what way?

In the way of doing
a bit of dealing on the side.

- There are lots of customers.
- Yeah, right.

But I don’t want to be closed down
because of that shit.

So I'm careful.

I keep an eye out
for that sort of thing.

- Maybe he didn't tell you.
- Would you lie to me?

- No.
- Well, there you go.

- And you, young lady?
- What?

- Did you know Corto?
- I worked with him all season.

- And?
- And what?

You never saw any drugs?

- You heard what the boss said.
- Yeah, she didn’t see anything...

If you think of anything, call us.
Shall we go?

Goodbye, have a nice day.

- Did your colleague know Corto?
- Yes, he’s been here all season too.

Hello...

- Did you know Corto was dealing?

Can I see your locker?

Sorry, I'm busy.

- What was he dealing?
- Nothing.?

Weed, coke, ecstasy?

Why can't we see your locker?

Yeah, show us.

Okay, I've just got a bit of weed.

- To tide me over.
- To tide you over?

So, Corto was dealing?

Twelve, thirteen, fourteen,

fifteen, sixteen, seventeen,

eighteen, nineteen...

- That's enough.
- It smells good!

- Karras!
- I don’t believe It!

Kilos being sold
under your nose for three years!

You...

The population during the season
swells to tens of thousands.

We're a squad of seven.

How long have you had this job?
You must know everyone, right?

So?

- We've never had anything like this.
- What? Drug dealing?

- Guys burnt in caravans?
- Right.

Well, you have to start somewhere.

- Major.
- What?

They're ready to do the autopsy.

- Already?
- You wanted efficiency, right?

Not now!

A newbie in your squad, Servoz?

Allow me to introduce Chief Karras,
from Lyon’s research unit.

- Emilie Karras.
- Diane Morand.

Let's do it.

- Thanks.
- I hope you're ready.

Men are fragile.

He’s not usually.

How about you?

It's the smell. I can’t do It.

I don’t feel that brave either.

Will you wait for me here?

'll debrief you on the way back.

There’s smoke residue in the lungs.

So he did die of asphyxiation.

Which points to it being an accident.

Look at this.

You see those lines?
They're fractures.

At least three.

Left jaw, cheek, nose...

- From last night?
- Yes.

A violent beating
by one or several people.

He was a dealer.

It could have been a warning.

A pretty serious warning.

Or a murder disguised as an accident.

That would explain the hydrocarbons
all over his body.

The paraffin heater
had been knocked over.

Help me turn him over.

- No. I mean...

Bye...

It's just us two.

Oh, yes.

- Seriously?
- What?

We're In a car.

- It's okay.
- No, it's not okay.

I don’t want to stink. Or put up
with your ashtray breath all day.

- I don’t have bad breath.
- You do If you smoke.

Thank you.

Corto was definitely murdered.

Will you be calling for backup?

Don't you think
you and I can handle it?

I thought you wanted
to get away from here.

I'd prefer to.

Why did you quit the fraud squad
In Brest to come and rot here?

For a change of scene.

Well, I have to find
some accommodation.

- You won't stay with your parents?

Someone’s being calling for you.

- Woman or man?
- Man. He didn’t leave a name.

- Do you know Servoz well?
- Fairly. He worked with my dad.

Why is he reacting to a dead body
like a beginner?

I don’t know.

Get me the village’s drug cases
for the last year,

and Corto’s phone records.

- No problem, Chief.
- Call me Emilie.

Okay.

Shit!

Shit.

Baptiste?

Luckily someone told me
you were here...

Then you must have heard
why I'm here.

The guy who burnt to death
on the reservation.

So you're a cop now.

A gendarme.

It'd be nice if you popped home,
wouldn’t it?

I don’t know If I'll have time.

How’s Mum?

You never really know with her.

Sorry, I have to go.

- What should I tell them?
- Whatever you like.

I'll probably be gone by tomorrow.

You know Boris is here too?

Chief Karras?

- I'll be right up.
- Karras?

You've changed your name.

I got married.

I have to go.

I didn’t know Baptiste Montfort
is your brother.

- Yeah. You wanted something?
- Yes.

I contacted
Corto’s phone provider.

They'll send the list
of his communications.

- Location tracking too?
- Yes. Is Servoz around?

Yes... No, he left.

Did you know Corto well?

All three seasons
he worked here, yes.

- Did you know he dealt drugs?
- No.

- No?
- But I'm not surprised.

The Indians struggle
to earn a living.

- What does Baptiste do?
- He works at the sawmill.

- Does he smoke dope too?
- I don’t know.

- Can you come by?
- Shall I ask around?

Is it still the old town hall?

Yes.

Come in.

I'll be right with you.

That's our new project.

Yeah, Clairies 3000.

The posters with Boris Arnoux.

It'll breathe new life into the resort.

Nagano. Silver medal.

You remember?

- Yeah.
- Why did you leave?

You had the talent
and the right mentality.

But not the ambition.

Come and sit down.

Look, I'll be frank with you.

I don’t want this investigation
to tarnish the resort's image.

You see how we're developing it.

- It's taken hard work and lots of money.
- Not for the seasonal workers.

Are you here to talk politics?

No, you asked me to come.

I defend the interests
of the town's inhabitants.

And I'm here to investigate
a young man’s death.

- Will you keep me informed?
- I think this conversation Is over.

Wait.

I have something for you.

A pass for the whole season.

Do you still ski?

- You know I can't accept that. - Why?
- You know I can’t accept that. - Why?

It's a present from the village
to an ex-future-champion.

You'll love the new black run.

I don’t think so.

See you.

Did you hear all that?

People get nervous
when the police are around.

She’s just investigating the accident.

I'll make sure
she doesn’t cause any trouble for us.

I hope so.

Bye, Florence.

Bye.

- Why has the gendarmerie moved?
- There was asbestos in the old one.

So the council
is lending us the old library.

And to sleep in, well...
we have the kitchens.

Really?

Here.

This Is where we sleep
when we're on call.

There’s a shower across the corridor.

- Across the corridor?
- Yeah.

Right.

Take your pick of the beds.

Oh, and...

the code to the safe is 1234.

- That's easy enough to remember.

Well, thanks.

Is that the only lighting, the strips?

I could find some candles.
Do you want some?

No, don’t bother. Thanks.

Okay.

Goodnight...

- The palm trees are nice.
- Yes, I put that up.

- It brightens the place up a bit.
- Yeah.

Okay, goodnight, Karine. Thanks.

All right?

Yeah, I'm good.

I'm calling to tell you
I can’t have Théo tonight.

Oh, shit, let’s not start this again!

I know it's the school holidays,
but I'm on a murder case...

I'm a gendarme,
that doesn’t make me a bad mum!

I don’t know...

As soon as I can, of course.

Can you put Théo on, please?
Just put Théo on.

Thank you.

- Hey, Mum.
- You good?

- Yeah, and you?
- Yeah, fine.

- Hey, there’s Youki!
- Yeah, I stuck a photo up.

Cute. What did you do today?

- Me and Mam went skating.
- Cool...

- When are you coming to get me?
- Not tonight, I'm not at home.

Tomorrow?

I'll try, I promise.
I'll do the best I can.

Okay, kiss-kiss.

Kiss-kiss, my love.

Shit, Servoz!

Don’t creep up like that!

Corto’s phone has pinged
up at Lacombe Pass.

- What's up there?
- There’s a chalet. Let's go.

- Thanks for the coffee.
- That one’s mine!

There.

Must be a local.
Isn’t that place locked up in winter?

- I thought you left here ages ago.
- It doesn’t seem that long.

Gendarmerie Nationale!
Come out!

Stop or I'll shoot!

Move and you'll end up a quadriplegic!

Corto?

You're not dead?