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\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hPREVIOUSLY

- 'evening, Mr. Jourdan. - Fauvel! Help yourself to a drink.

Clairies 3000! - Clairies!

- Clairies beyond!

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We ID'd the guy, it's Corto Fioraventi.

- He's a local.

- Forensics found something interesting.

- 100,000, 150,000 euros.

- He worked in a bar-

The Springboard.

- Did you know Corto?

The guy passes kilos of weed past you for 3 years

and you've never done anything!

- He was beaten up by one or several individuals.

- It could be a warning.

- Baptiste?

You knew I was here, and why.

- I didn't know Baptiste Monfort was your brother!

- Corto's mobile last shows up near the Col de la Combe.

- It's there.

- Corto? - Aren't you dead?

CORTO: I don't know who that guy is, I don't know!

EMILIE: So why were you out in the middle of nowhere?

- I don't know, I freaked out, that's all.

- Nothing to do with your little cannabis trafficking?

- No!

It has nothing to do with it, I really just do people favors.

- Your trailer burned up with someone in it,

and there was €150,000 in the freezer.

- Who'd you do favors for?

- When can I call a lawyer?

LOIC: Who's the body? - I don't know. Fuck, I don't know!

- Do you want to be referred to the prosecutor for murder

in connection with trafficking narcotics?

Major?

Do you know how much it'll cost him?

- I would say around 15 years

With mercy, twelve.

- It's the guys from Grenoble.

- They supply you? - No, no no no.

No, they wanted a manufacturer,

little pills.

It's too hot, I refused.

I'm fucking small potatoes.

I'm sure it's them who burned down the trailer,

I'm sure.

I don't know who the guy in there was,

I can't tell you anything, I don't know who they are.

- Well, we're going to put it all in writing.

- I am so stupid and fucked.

- We're here to protect you, big guy. - Yeah?

BLACK RUN

I don't believe his story, eh?

I know the guys from Grenoble, they use Kalashnikovs,

Knocking over space heaters isn't manly enough for them.

- Very well, then who's on the slab?

An accomplice, someone looking for money?

Corto rigged the space heater, with that money in the fridge?

He's not smart, but then...

- Hold on, what're you doing Servoz?

- Having a smoke. - Inside?

- Well, yeah...

- 'Well' it's forbidden, you haven't seen the signs?

- You going to fine me? - Well, yeah!

Want some gum?

- Did you know Corto was dealing? JEFF: Fuck, I don't care.

Corto's alive?

Seriously? - Yes, seriously.

- People do what they can to survive. - No, not that.

- You know, everyone knows, it will soon be legal.

- Well at the moment it's not legal.

Have any idea who may have set fire to his trailer?

- Some say it's a warning. To be more discreet.

A trailer is not very chic. - Like who, for example?

Ask the sea.

And the promoter of the new resort.

- It doesn't make sense, they sent me up here.

- Forget what I said, I was angry.

- That trailer there, no one cleans it.

- Oh, we haven't seen that guy in a while.

- How long?

- I don't know, at least 2 or 3 days.

The guy is called Fabrice.

I don't even know where he works.

- Three days is some coincidence. JEFF: Yeah.

EMILIE: That him?

- Yeah.

PAY SLIP

- It's Emery. Fabrice Emery, a room service employee.

He missed work 2 days ago without warning.

It was a shitshow that day, the hotel was full.

- And you didn't wonder what could've happened to him?

- Seasonals move on when they find better pay elsewhere, it's standard.

- They don't have contracts? - You think we have time to

process every seasonal we lose?

No, we use a temp agency in this kind of situation.

- And nothing special happened at the

hotel that could have justified his departure?

- No, the hotel is really full with the holidays, it's a "rush."

- Okay. I would like CCTV for the last three days, please.

- All of it? - All that cover the hours he worked.

- Oh, well I don't know if it's... - 'It's' what?

- I'll check with management. I'll be right back.

- Thank you.

- Ma'am? The Gendarmerie is here.

She's asking for access to the CCTV.

CHARLOTTE: All right. Thank you.

- Emery left in the middle of his shift at 10 pm the night of the fire.

- He was dealing for Corto?

Yes, if there's demand there's supply.

I have the impression it escaped notice in Clairies.

- No, but we can't be everywhere.

- Especially if we don't care.

Fine. he must've invested somewhere, I just want to have a peek.

- Servoz? DNA, fingerprints and everything, huh?

- With what?

- There's a "kit," you've never seen it?

- Oh! Yes, yes of course, yeah.

BORIS: What are you doing here?

- Hi Boris.

I've followed your career.

Well done.

They must be proud of you here.

- Are you serious? You want an autograph?

That's all you have to say to me?

- I'm actually here for my investigation.

I'm waiting for the hotel CCTV.

- You haven't changed.

Still no room for feeling. LOIC: All okay?

- Yes.

- Fine...

So I have to quit smoking but you can continue to stuff yourself.

- I can't help it, I won't gain weight. HE LAUGHS

- We say that, we say that, and then one fine morning we wake up with...

Well.

Corto knows Emery from the Reserve.

There's nothing else.

- You believe it? - No.

- Agreed.

When'll we have the DNA results from the corpse?

- It's the Christmas holidays and we don't have priority.

Do you know Boris Arnaud?

- No.

- Is that Emery?

- And that's Tiphaine, the waitress from The Springboard.

- I want to know what's in his bag.

- A good reason to burn his trailer?

- We must identify the guests in that room.

- Henri Fauvel.

Karine? - Yes?

We need to verify the identity of the guests in room 107

on the nights of the 21st and 22nd. - Fine.

- Fauvel. He's a former Federation executive, right?

- Mm-hmm.

Your old favorite came to do her

little number this morning. FLORENCE: I know, yes.

- She got all the CCTV from the hotel.

- What is that bitch looking for?

Do you think I like having a death and an investigation at the resort,

in the middle of the season?

- Is it true that she and Boris were supposed to get married?

LAUGHS

- Yeah.

They were our two future champions.

And then overnight she stopped competing and was gone.

- Why? - Her father is not a gentle person.

He's the boss at the sawmill. - The one we wanted up there

who'd be on our side? - Mmm.

- I'm wary of her, I don't want her getting in my way.

- I'll handle her.

JOURDAN: Hello! FLORENCE & CHARLOTTE: Hello

RUSSIAN: TATIANA: Good afternoon.

JOURDAN: How's our business? - Pretty good.

The subsidy request is under study.

We have a lot of positive feedback, I think the project is very popular.

- Very well, that's perfect.

I'll be able to leave after the holidays with peace of mind.

And then, next year we'll celebrate Christmas

in your new palace, Charlotte.

- You saw the plans?

It's a change from your family's hotel.

- You're going to have to be a little less harsh in business, Mr Jourdan.

- Oh Charlotte... you're an excellent negotiator.

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, let's get to work.

Can I see the financial plan?

Thank you.

- Well, sure.

Thanks.

The confirmation on the body: it is indeed Emery.

- Tiphaine Abello didn't come to work today, that's her address.

Does it smell like cigarettes in here?

- No.

A or B?

- 17B.

- Have you ever tried acupuncture?

- To do what? - To stop smoking.

They say it works.

- Well, (1) I don't like needles. And, (2):

I have no intention of quitting.

- But you could stop when you're on duty,

think a little of the others.

I say there's more to life. What's the challenge in smoking?

Tiphaine Abello, open up please, "Gendarmerie Nationale."

Open up!

- No one there.

- Give me her phone number and we can locate it.

You could try swimming.

- To do what? - To stop smoking, it's great.

Well, (1) I hate water, and (2) I still have have no intention of quitting.

SHE MOCKS HIM

Julien, could you leave us please?

I met with Florence and Jourdan about the site of the new hotel.

And that's it, it's starting May 10. - "Cool"!

- 'Cool'?

That's all you have to say, 'cool'?

- I'll see it tomorrow.

- Has seeing the great love of your youth put you in this state?

- Are you watching me?

- Can you talk to me about it?

- It's nothing, really.

- She came to get the CCTV from the night of the party.

- So what?

So cops hanging around the hotel doesn't look good, that's all.

If she comes back, you fire her. Is that clear?

- Yes.

What was Tiphaine doing at 11:10 pm.

in the hotel, leaving the room of a

guest with a bag that we found in your burned trailer.

What was in that bag? Drug money.

- I don't know. - 'I don't know, I don't know,'

'it's not me,' 'I don't know'— you're so tiring, Corto!

What was she doing there,

prostituting herself to make ends meet?

Was Emery your accomplice? An intermediary? HEY!

17 missed calls since yesterday to a blocked number, no messages.

Who loves you so much? Is it her?

A customer? A grower?

- No, it would surprise me someone knows I'm still here.

- Give up the guys from Grenoble, who killed your partner.

Don't you care about him? Don't be stupid.

- I keep telling you, he's not my partner!

- OK! Fine, fine, you know what?

I'll explain it to you: either you help us to pin them down,

and in this case the maximum we'll seek from the prosecutor

is the possession of drugs solely for personal use.

Or, you can continue to blow smoke in our faces—

and be indicted for manslaughter, which could be qualified as murder

with concealment of corpses, and everything else I can find!

Have you got the choices, or do you want me to remind you?

- What do I have to do?

- Well, you make a call.

Tell them you changed your mind, and ask them for a delivery of Moraccan.

- Now? - Yeah, now.

Your merchandise burned up, but we're in the high season

and you can make as much money as possible, blah blah blah—

—I don't know, dealer stuff! - Hmm.

I can send him a message instead.

- Yeah, you can send them a little text, yeah.

MESSAGE SENT TONE

- There.

- You see? It wasn't very complicated. - Mm-hmm.

TEXT ALERT

- They missed you, huh?

Sleep well, you have an appointment tomorrow morning.

Henri Flauvel is indeed the guest.

He came just for the party and left very early the next day.

And in fact I have our missing partner taking a room

almost every month for over a year.

- For his work for Grégory Jourdan. - Who's Jourdan?

- His boss. The company that-

- That's building Clairies 3000, I know.

What's his location? Summon him immediately.

- It's not going to be easy, because he lives in Switzerland,

and he doesn't have a phone line in his name.

- The Swiss don't help us much. - I don't care about the Swiss.

Figure out how to locate him.

No kidding around, have you ever done an investigation once in your life?

HE MOCKS HER

- I don't like it, it's not normal.

I'm sure they won't come. EMILIE: Stay calm.

- What do we do if I have a problem?

- We're here. - Thanks, I know.

He's sure of himself, what if he says to move?

You're jumpy for someone who has the chops to do that hair color.

- And if they've come just to kill me, what then, huh?

- Shut it.

RADIO: Vehicle approaching.

- He alone?

- It's a small white van, I can't see how many are in it.

EMILIE: OK, thank you, nobody moves before my signal.

- Roger.

- Roger.

- I'm not sure...

- We've got you, you'll see.

- What am I even doing here? EMILIE: You know the guy?

- I don't see anything, I don't know.

EMILIE: So you get out, you say hello, you wait.

We won't send anything until it goes down.

- But you better move if he doesn't take this well.

- Don't worry, everything will be fine.

- Got it.

- "GENDARMERIE NATIONALE"!

MOVE, CORTO! MOVE!

SIREN

LOIC: SHOW US YOUR HANDS!

DON'T MOVE!

- DON'T SHOOT! IT'S MY BROTHER!

GO!

Don't move! Don't. Move! - Or what, you'll hit me?

- No, no...

I'm going to hurt you very very badly. PISTOL COCKS

LOIC: I'm too old for this bullshit.

Your little business is really clever, Baptiste.

It's true.

Who'd care about a company van driven by someone everyone knows?

Your father would appreciate it.

You do a lot of traveling for your Grenoble friends?

For your 'colleagues' too?

Five kilos in packs of ten.

Coke, X, MDMA.

You make a lot of money, right?

It was well hidden in your van. It was you who was driving.

It was you who texted your friend Corto

to inform him of the delivery. - As I already told you,

a guy I didn't know asked me to take that to the lake.

- 'And'?

- Will you talk to my sister?

LOIC: Well, if you miss her that much, tell me what you know,

sign a statement, and I'll leave you alone.

- No, no, I don't want to see her.

I don't understand you either.

Well, who this 'guy'? - A guy I met in a club,

I don't know his name.

I must say.

He's really trusting for someone you don't know.

- Yeah.

-He asked me

in the parking lot.

I didn't see what was inside, he gave me a thousand bucks,

and I got a call from Corto to meet at the lake.

- Sors non, Baptiste.

We have a case of stupidity here.

You are in custody.

And all this is seized. Do you know who

might have a grudge against drug dealers?

- I don't give a damn, I'm not a drug dealer.

- WHAT ARE YOU THEN?

- YOU STOP LYING NOW, YOU FUCKING DEALER!

YOU'RE THE INTERMEDIARY FOR THE GUYS FROM GRENOBLE,

YOU'RE THE SUPPLIER FOR THE RESORT, RIGHT?

- You always thought you were so much better than everyone.

- I'm better than you now, that's for sure!

So give us the names of the suppliers so we can at least help you!

- Dad was right, you never should have come back.

- That's enough now! That's enough!

Fuck! I'm tired of all this!

We'll talk later.

I called the deputy prosecutor. I didn't say that you're his sister.

You won't appear in the interrogation report.

- That could backfire. - Yes!

- Thank you.

- We carry on tomorrow. I'll lead the search of your father's sawmill.

- It's going to be horrible. LOIC: There's a chance.

LOIC: Yes, let's talk about it.

- No.

How could you have gotten yourself into such shit?

Why, Baptiste?

When did it start?

What am I going to do with you?

- Whatever suits you.

You only ever thought about your own ass anyway.

- I'll remind you, you kicked me out of the house like I had the plague.

- It was you or me. - Did you ever wonder for a second

how I was doing? What I'd become?

What did you do— aside from what you do with criminals?

- You don't need anyone, right?

- We'll prove that.

- You came back for revenge, huh?

- What did you do to dad?

TEXT ALERT

FROM THEO: LEARNED TO HIGH DIVE AT THE POOL. GOING TO BED,

LOVE YOU. HOW WAS YOUR DAY? MISS YOU.

LOVE YOU, THINKING OF YOU, WILL CALL SOON.

DENIS: Have you come to piss me off

because my son pulled some bullshit again?

- It's not bullshit, Monfort, this is a drug case.

I have a search order.

- Yeah.

And why are you here, because my daughter

stands behind you and you do all the work?

Yeah? - Let's go.

Come with us, please.

KARINE: Your brother refused to sign his statement.

- Okay.

It's going to be OK. Yeah, don't worry, it's going to be OK.

My family is always a little complicated.

In my case it's an understatement.

- Do we leave Corto waiting where he is? - Yeah.

And put Baptiste in holding.

- We found this at the sawmill.

60,000 euros.

- Where are you on Fauvel and the Swiss?

- On the video from the bar, the evening before

being robbed in his room, we see him

in discussion with a friend of yours: Boris Arnoux.

DENIS: I want to see my son, where is he?

I want to see my son, where is he?

Where the hell is my son?

- There's nothing for you here!

Please leave!

- You speak! You recognize me?

- You mustn't stay here, sir. - You're kidding! You won't

let me see my son? - Your son is still in police custody

for involvement in drug trafficking.

- I want to talk to your moron brother!

- You are not authorized.

MR. MONFORT!

Do you know what contempt against a law enforcement officer is?

- Yes.

I don't have time for any ugliness tonight.

What the hell have you done, is it true what she says?

Dealing drugs now?

- Fuck, dad! Shut the fuck up!

- Okay, I understand.

Get over it. I'll leave him to you!

- Come on, get to work everyone!

Not easy to return.

- No.

- You should take a moment to do your yoga.

- Would that be enough?

- Hmm.

Come on, Boris!

CHEERING

. . .

. . .

. . .

- Ah! - Thank you!

- All right? MARKUS: Oh, yeah.

Nice, huh? - Thank you! CROSSTALK

MARKUS: Look- C'mon, let's work. INAUDIBLE

MARKUS: Can we have a talk? BORIS: Yes.

- Can we take a photo?

MARKUS: Let's go. BORIS: All right.

- You can't see in that. Careful... Boris, if you please?

For Rosa? - Yes.

There you go. Yeah.

- Yes. She needs your face in there. - Yeah.

LAUGHS Great! - Yeah!

That's good, good. Let's go.

- Boris, a photo here? - Great. Okay!

INAUDIBLE

CROSSTALK

I've gotta go!

INAUDIBLE

- I want you to be more aggressive.

The red one over there, the second, what did you do?

- What do you want? - We need to speak for 2 minutes.

Come back in 5 minutes, honey, we're in the middle of things here.

- Can you please leave us?

- Can you come back later? We're working.

- No, I can't. Markus, will you let me question him,

or would you prefer that I take him in, in front of everyone?

- Let it go.

- Be quick.

- You chose your job well.

- When you were leaving the party at Hotel Isba

you were talking to a Henri Fauvel.

- Yes. And? So? We're friends.

I've known him a long time.

You know him too!

He was team steward, remember?

Now he works for Grégory Jourdan,

the real estate developer for Clairies 3000.

- Why does he stay at the Isba every month? - I don't know!

When he's here we talk about skiing.

Why do you ask? - Do you know how to reach him?

- Yeah. Yeah, you...

you go to the hotel, go to reception, and ask for his number.

- Yeah, thanks, but we're having difficulty reaching him, he's a rather shifty guy.

- Oh. Yeah, I'm not his mother.

- Know her? - She works at The Springboard.

- Know her well? - 'Well'? Well, I went

to some parties there, yes.

- And him?

- I think he works at the hotel. Why?

- He's dead.

He was the one found burned in his trailer.

- All right. And?

- And he was one of your employees.

- Emilie, I spend my life on skis.

From evening to morning I'm on

the slopes all over the world, have you forgotten?

- I forget nothing. - Oh yeah?

I see that, yes.

OK? Can I go?

- Yeah.

Thanks.

NO TO CLAIRIES 3000 CHANTING

CHANTING

MOUNTAIN IN DANGER

TOWN HALL

CHARLOTTE: It's not all there yet, not at all,

we said the parking lot is too far from the hotel!

All the granite on the site is here, it's in enormous blocks.

Only explosives can break them up, it's

dangerous for the foundations, Charlotte.

But look, we softened and widened the ramp.

It's true, Charlotte.

In the summer we can see them from up here, they're enormous.

- Wait, you'd rather put the parking 200m away because it's cheaper?

- Oh, what did you expect?

OUR MOUNTAIN

- Is it Maldini again?. - Uh- no, don't worry,

we'll write them little checks and they'll go home.

- Why can't that idiot kill herself?

- Or worse.

- Right. The swimming pool.

- Well, for the pool-

ALEXIA: HEY DOWN THERE!

CHEERING

FUCK REDEVELOPMENT!

FUCK PROGRESS!

FUCK REDEVELOPMENT!

FUCK PROGRESS!

Who's that crazy girl? - That's Alexia Maldini,

she's a mountain guide and activist.

She leads a group opposing the new resort project.

She's going to create a buzz, huh?

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She isn't kidding around.

Right. Patrick and Jimmy, make sure no one goes overboard.

Odile, leave that and get up there.

ODILE: Is there a way to stop this mess?

EMILIE: Sorry, it's not my responsibility.

- Again?

- The footbridge is still under construction,

get that crazy person down, please!

It's very dangerous!

- Easier said than done.

- Right. You have a harness?

♪ ...eyes forever! ♪

No! No! No to the resort!

No! No! No—

Hi!

CHANTING

Who're you? - The one who's supposed to get you down.

And your ride home, it depends on what happens.

- Oh, you're the new cop! - 'Gendarme,' to you.

- OK, 'sorry.'

- Are you going to get down now? - I'm not. It's fine, it's a nice spot!

- Man, this good, you can't see this on Instagram.

Roll up those things and come down, all right?

- All right.

I'll come down. - Thank you.

FUCK REDEVELOPMENT! FUCK CHANGE!

- You're starting to annoy me, Maldini!

- Oh, I have no choice, you know.

FLORENCE: You'll take her in, I hope?

Seriously?

- Yes. - She's more popular than you are.

Be magnanimous, Florence, it'll serve you in the next election.

- Let's go.

CROWD BOOING

- Are you kidding? - I don't kid around.

- Shame.

. . .

- It's OK, you take those handcuffs off, right now.

It'll make trouble for us here.

- Is that an order, Servoz? - Yes, it's an order.

Alexia is a local girl, she's known as 'the White Wolf,' everyone loves her.

Don't worry, take them off.

SMUGLY - Oh, you love me.

- I don't know what you mean. - Awww.

- Go on, take off. - Bye!

CHEERING, SINGING

- Be quiet, Karras.

Sign there.

You're lucky the Sergeant keeps her word.

GUIDES OFFICE - CLAIRIES

If I had arrested you, I wouldn't have

negotiated your release with the prosecutor.

OUR GUIDES

Thank you. - Here.

- I'm glad this bullshit is over, you can count on me.

- You're not so bad. Go, take off.

TEXT ALERT

((Oh fuck.))

((Annoying.))

VOICE MAIL: Second message. THEO: Hi mom!

You said I'm going to spend the end of the holidays

with you in the mountains, right?

In the cold snow? Love you, mom.

VOICE MAIL: End of new m-

VOICE MAIL: Hello? - Hello?

- Hello? Hello?

- Theo? - Hello?

- Theo, can you hear me?

- I'm a message! SHE LAUGHS

VOICE MAIL BEEPS

- Yeah, my love, I just got your message, um-

I just wanted to tell you, I think that unfortunately

the end of the holidays is going to be a little tight.

I know I promised, but I'm on a case that is a little complicated,

so I don't know if I'll have time to come pick you up.

but anyway, I got your message,

and I think about you all the time, and I love you.

Bye, bye my little frog. Love you.

KNOCKING

Yes? Come in.

I- I'm sorry to bother you. - What?

- I have Tiphaine Abello on the line.

- Ms. Abello? Sergeant- hello?

Hello?

(Fuck.) She hung up.

What'd she say? - That she wanted to talk to you.

It sounded urgent.

- Can you locate the call for me? - Right away.

- All right.

Find Abello and we'll go there.

KARINE ON RADIO: Right, we've located the call,

she's at home. EMILIE: OK, we're on our way.

Have you not been drinking a long time?

- Three years...

five months and two days.

- Not bad.

- Mmm.

IMPACT

LOIC: (Shit!)

- Karine? Send paramedics to Cité des Cimes.

Yeah, Tiphaine, she's in a bad way. Thanks.

SHE CRIES OUT

HIGH-PITCHED RINGING

FAUVEL!

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