Crime dans le Luberon (2018) - full transcript

MURDER IN THE LUBERON

Come on, search for it.

I got it.

- 4 hours flew by.

- What was the subject?

Is child

the father of man?

- The father of man.

- The father?

- Jeez! Some subject.

- Sure.

And how did you fare?

Good.

Did you reread it?

Not fully.

I didn't really have time.

Go on then! Idiot!

That guy's crazy!

You're the idiot!

- You there?

- Insane!

- Mum!

- It's OK. It's...

a stupid biker overtook me

like a madman.

- OK.

- How rude!

- Mum, I have to go.

- OK, darling.

- Talk to you this evening.

- OK.

- Love you.

- Love you too. Kisses.

That's the deputy prosecutor.

Elisabeth Richard, deputy prosecutor.

Hello, madam.

Chief warrant officer,

Caroline Martinez. Madam.

At ease, I'm not from the army.

It's rare to meet

VIP prosecutors.

I'm far from a VIP.

I'm just an ordinary judge.

What about the victim?

- Where did it happen?

- This way.

Pascal Achard, aged 45.

A helicopter pilot in Avignon.

He used to take tourists around.

Fontaine de Vaucluse, Gordes,

Sénanque Abbey.

- Thank you, sir.

- Madam.

- The abbey's beautiful.

- And its lavender fields.

You love your region,

you could be a tourist guide.

No time for that.

We're snowed under

at the gendarmerie.

There we are.

Are you sure it's not

a stupid hunting accident?

Achard didn't look like

a wild boar.

And he was shot

almost at point blank.

- Any idea of the motive?

- No idea.

A few squabbles between hunters

and anti-hunters.

They were at loggerheads,

but bumping someone off...

Tell me something:

you always talk like that?

I'm direct.

Even blunt, you might say.

It'll be a pleasure

investigating with you.

I'm here

for the regular statements.

You'll be investigating

with Captain Jouanic.

By the way, there he is.

That's the captain?

- OK, chief warrant officer?

- Captain.

Deputy prosecutor,

Elisabeth Richard.

That's right.

Captain Jouanic.

Delighted.

Not me. You almost

knocked me off the road.

- You were in that little car?

- I was.

OK, alright.

Look, I'm sorry.

Speed sometimes gets

the better of me.

Then how come I arrived first?

I inspected the surroundings,

just in case.

A murderer's wandering

in the wild.

Any suspects in mind,

Captain?

It's too early to say.

You know the area

better than me.

Heard anything special?

No, nothing.

But, 20 years ago,

the Issautiers bought a vineyard

from Pascal Achard's father,

which resulted in some...

animosity between the two families.

- Issautier?

- Prominent citizens here.

In the region, actually.

Paul and his son, Louis,

took part in the hunt.

Perfect.

It's nice to share

interesting information.

Chief warrant officer,

summon all the hunters

who took part in the hunt

starting with the...

- Issautiers.

- The Issautiers.

Right, deputy prosecutor.

- Madam will do.

- Right, madam.

Ah!

Shit!

Let us see whether the rose

which this morning had opened

Its purple dress in the sun

Has retained this evening

Kiss me, Ronsard.

Show me.

Been to the gendarmerie?

No, not yet.

And do you know

who could have killed Achard?

- There weren't many of you.

- There were lots of people.

Maybe it was you...

after what happened.

That's enough.

- You're annoying.

- You're right.

Let bygones be bygones.

- A kiss for the way?

- No.

You don't deserve it.

See you.

He's in the back.

The colleagues are here.

Pascal Achard

doesn't have a password.

That's good, very practical.

What good is raising awareness

on data protection?

It suits us fine.

Look at all these emails.

Hot, huh!

"My love, you are a purple flower,

"brimming with honey

and scent...

"You are a soft sea hydra

that opens at night."

We got it.

OK, OK, we got it.

I don't know how I'd react

if I received that.

Apparently,

the addressee likes it.

I think I would.

That man had a way

of talking to women.

"I like your words, your scent.

Let's meet soon."

my penis

I know how to read,

warrant officer.

- You know him?

- By name.

A real seducer,

a rolling stone,

sometimes a pianist,

sometimes a ski instructor.

He wrote books,

guides on the region.

The kind of guy

you could fall for.

Nothing here?

- Nothing, Captain.

- Yes.

Isabelle, Laure, Françoise, etc.

If they were married,

that's a lot of cuckolds,

potential suspects.

Identify all these ladies,

Captain,

and if they're married

to hunters.

Never know.

OK, fine.

Just a small detail.

You're in charge

of the investigation.

But I'm not your assistant.

We collaborate

for a proper outcome?

Of course.

That's fine, thanks.

Mr Louis Issautier.

You killed the wild boar?

Yes, absolutely.

So...

you were there.

Yes, Caro. I was.

Chief warrant officer, please.

This is an interrogation,

not a friendly meeting.

Right, madam.

- So, you were there.

- Yes,

I was, madam.

Did you notice, see

or hear anything unusual?

I heard shots. When the animal

appeared, everyone was shooting.

I can imagine.

The four-legged animal appeared

and everyone shot.

- But it must be a flat trajectory.

- "Flat"?

A shot towards the ground

to avoid ricochets.

You knew Pascal Achard

was a womaniser?

That's something everyone knew,

in fact.

And did you know any

of his local conquests?

No, I didn't.

We weren't that close.

I had no idea of his dance card.

That's all for now.

Thank you.

Right.

Hi, guys. You OK?

Yes, fine. And you?

This is a pain!

What's their problem?

Remember someone was killed.

I don't care about Achard,

we weren't pals.

What are we waiting for?

For the prosecutor to be done

with Issautier.

Really?

- Got the rifles back?

- The gendarmes have kept them.

Well!

We'll never get them back,

believe me.

All 4 of you were there.

That's where you were.

Absolutely, yes.

About a dozen metres

from Pascal Achard.

- More or less.

- Tell me, Mr Paul Issautier,

did the Achards

have any problems with you?

What do you mean?

They did, Mr Issautier.

Problems about vineyard plots.

Everyone knows about it here.

Sure!

That was twenty-odd years ago.

My father was in charge

back then.

Pascal's father was having trouble.

My father bought a plot,

but he was a hard negotiator.

Achard senior felt humiliated.

And you go hunting

with Achard junior?

It's all water

under the bridge now.

We never brought up the topic.

When we invite someone...

A walk in the forest

bearing rifles, with people

whom we have issues with

could be quite dangerous.

But I'm telling you

it's an old story.

We never had anything

against the Achards.

Doesn't mean

they don't hold a grudge.

You know how it works.

Land conflicts between

southern families could be lively.

But there weren't any conflicts.

OK. Anyway,

we'll check that out.

Please remain available

for the justice

and the gendarmes.

Thank you.

I don't think Mr Issautier

will leave.

He'll receive the medal of commander

of the Order of Agricultural Merit.

On the 22nd actually.

Awarded by the Minister

of Agriculture himself.

- Congratulations.

- I didn't do anything.

I'll receive the medal but

it's a reward for the whole family.

You are too modest.

Thank you, sir.

- Bye, madam.

- Bye.

- Bye, Caroline.

- Sir.

"Sir"...

Think I have nothing else to do?

I'm working.

I'm not flogging a dead horse.

That's enough!

I'm not flogging one either,

so stop shouting.

- Mister?

- Agnel.

- Frédéric Agnel.

- Mr Agnel.

Go into that office.

I'll be with you in a minute.

Come on, take a seat.

And calm down.

It's OK, I am calm.

Quite a rough guy.

A fighter. One stare

can knock you out.

I won't turn my back on him.

What do you think

about the hearings?

It's still a bit early.

By the way, as regards

the interrogations,

Captain Jouanic's exempted?

- The Captain had to leave.

- Really?

Please tell him that

the next time he has to leave,

he must at least inform me.

OK.

We've received

the ballistic report.

Pascal Achard was shot

with a 300 Win. Heavy stuff!

Designed for big game.

It'll kill anything in a jiffy.

- Coffee?

- No, thanks.

What's that 300 thingy?

The calibre?

For a rifle, usually a CZ 557.

Not one of the weapons we seized.

Right. First, we have to find

that weapon.

So, we'll have to get

a search team ready

and mobilise an army.

And Achard's emails?

I'm working on them.

I find these things so exciting.

How long do I have to wait?

That's enough!

I'm coming, Mr Agnel.

- About time.

- Good luck.

Don't forget.

When the captain decides to show up,

I want to see him.

- Right, madam.

- So, Mr Agnel...

You first.

Thank you, sir.

- Hello.

- Hello. Welcome.

Elisabeth Richard,

I've booked.

Mrs Richard...

Yes, the cherry room.

Very pretty!

- Here.

- Thanks.

- Shall I call a porter?

- Yes, please. Thanks.

- Mrs Richard.

- Yes.

Someone's here for you.

- Across from the terrace.

- Ah, OK. Thanks.

Well, well! The phantom.

Glad to see you're still alive.

- Have a drink?

- The same as you.

- A 2nd whisky, please.

- Oh no!

The same colour

but no alcohol.

Caroline said

you wanted to see me.

You missed the interrogations.

No, but chief warrant officer

Martinez was with you.

I had no need to be there

for the preliminary interrogations.

Don't you like prosecutors

or is it working with a lady

that upsets you?

I've had some mixed experiences,

so I'm wary.

Well, that is very honest.

But being too wary

mustn't prevent us working together.

Don't worry, I'm professional,

reliable, all's well.

I know.

Made enquiries?

I like to know

who I'm dealing with.

I know you're not on good terms

with Michel Garnier.

He took me off an investigation.

Too close to the victims?

Each to his version.

Closeness is not his thing.

I also made enquiries.

You know your nickname?

The Pit Bull.

Enough?

Yes.

- Here, sir, it's on me.

- Thanks.

You're welcome.

What about

the first interrogations?

Nobody's heard or seen anything.

It's not a hunter's weapon.

- Nobody uses a 300...

- A 300 Win. I know that.

It's not an ordinary

hunter's rifle.

Besides the old quarrel

between the Achards and Issautiers,

nothing, unless you've got

something else.

Perhaps. I need to see a witness.

Coming?

Can you turn down that racket?

- What?

- Can you turn down that racket?

It's not a racket.

It's good music.

We don't have the same tastes.

- What's yours?

- Classical.

Could be compatible.

Silence is nice too.

- Your bike's for special occasions?

- Depends on my mood.

Usually, you work

with Captain Gensac.

Commander Gensac.

He's on another case.

Is Jouanic a Breton name?

- It's Corsican.

- Is it?

No, my grandfather

was from Lorient.

One summer, he came to Cavaillon

when he was 18 to pick melons.

He met my grandmother, first kiss,

love at first sight,

and he never left.

- And you?

- What about me?

Well, first kiss, married,

love at first sight?

Does that matter?

No. I was trying to get to know you.

But anyway...

You're right, we don't have to.

Where are we going?

In Achard's emails Caroline

identified 2 hunters' wives:

Françoise Issautier,

Paul's wife.

That's interesting.

And Lucie Agnel,

Frédéric Agnel's wife.

The one who flogs dead horses.

He's got a chip on his shoulder.

He's a bit edgy.

- Hi, Ludo.

- Charles. You OK?

- OK?

- Yes.

Deputy prosecutor

Elisabeth Richard.

- Delighted.

- So am I.

- How about a coffee?

- With pleasure. It's chilly.

- Same for me.

- You too?

200 euros!

- Damn, I won 200 euros, Ludo.

- Wow!

Bravo, Jeannot.

- Your round?

- Coffee for this lady and gent.

- Thanks, sir.

- Pleasure.

That's nice.

Did you see anything?

Right in front of me, Your Honour.

Deputy prosecutor.

- Same thing.

- Not really.

I confirm. You were saying?

It was 3 weeks ago.

Achard was having coffee

while reading the papers

when Frédéric Agnel turned up.

What a catastrophe.

Hi, Ludo.

Agnel.

A coffee, please.

Hey, Achard.

No outing, today?

The cuckoo's resting?

Sorry?

Don't know what I mean?

The bird that squats

other's nests.

- Agnel...

- Bastard!

Hey!

Stop it! Shit!

Agnel, let go of him!

Come on...

Stop it!

Grab him! Grab him!

- Stop it!

- Agnel!

You bastard!

A real tiger.

He was enraged.

- An animal, that guy.

- Yes.

We know the creature.

Shall we go talk to him?

Bye, Ludo.

Come on, sheep...

Hey, come here! Come on!

Deputy prosecutor.

Captain.

- It's about Achard?

- That's right.

Didn't we speak this morning?

You just forgot to mention

you had a little quarrel.

A little quarrel, yes.

Quite a fight, yeah!

Between "quite a fight" and a shot,

it's a fine line.

I didn't go over that line.

I smashed in his face,

that was enough.

Why did you?

You should know.

There's something

you must know, Agnel.

When a man discovers

his wife's cheated on him,

he's stunned,

disappointed, enraged,

or all three.

Sometimes, beating up a rival

isn't enough. A bullet

may be the only solution

for a jealous and irascible man.

I'm not irascible.

Stop it.

Leave me alone. I've nothing to do

with this affair.

Let's say it's give and take.

Tell the truth

and we'll leave you alone.

If not, we can take you into custody

to clear your mind.

Custody? Are you insane or what?

What about my farm?

Who'll see to it? The Holy Spirit?

Listen,

the animals can't wait.

They need us,

morning, noon and night.

Forget about custody.

But you must know

you're the main suspect.

You're completely mistaken.

You really are.

Ouch!

Come on! Come on!

I don't get it. He's a perfect

suspect, you barely questioned him.

Why isn't he in custody?

I didn't think it necessary.

He's a farmer, his life's here,

he won't fly away.

He's under pressure,

so, if he's guilty,

he'll move, believe me.

It's smarter to leave him free

and watch him discreetly.

That requires people

we don't have.

I don't mean a 24/7 surveillance

just something discreet.

We've got a choice of suspects

given Achard's lovelife.

You seem in a mighty hurry

to find the culprit.

We don't want to do a botched job,

right?

Unless you have other fish to fry?

So, let's go back

to the Issautiers, please.

I'm very sensitive to "pleases",

but I'm not your chauffeur.

Want me to walk there?

I'm taking you back to your car.

OK.

Yes, hello.

I've come unannounced

but I've more questions for you.

Have you got 5 minutes?

Of course.

Come in.

It's lovely!

A family house, I suppose.

Yes, for 3 generations.

A drink?

Nothing, thank you.

You're here?

This is Faustine, my daughter.

- Hello.

- Hi.

Please stand up to say hello.

- Hello, miss.

- Hello.

May we have a word in private?

I'm in the way.

OK, I'm off.

Nice!

- What a temperament!

- Yes.

Sometimes too pronounced I'd say.

It's her age.

Your place is really beautiful.

Thanks to my wife.

She has a lot of taste.

Please tell me about your

relationship with the Achards.

Actually,

you knew Pascal Achard very well.

Quite well, yes.

You wife knew him too.

You're asking if Françoise

was his mistress?

I'd have been more subtle,

but yes.

She was, indeed.

But it doesn't seem

to affect you.

It's a kind...

of gentlemen's agreement,

of modus vivendi with my wife.

Is your wife here?

She is.

Can I meet her?

She's in her studio.

Follow me.

Come in.

Françoise.

Sorry to bother you.

Come in.

This is the deputy prosecutor,

Mrs Richard.

To talk to you.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Right, I'll leave you.

It's beautiful!

You made it?

It's my job. I'm a designer.

It's awesome.

It must be sexy on.

Thank you.

You're not here for

my spring-summer collection.

I'd like you to tell me

about your affair

with Pascal Achard.

So you know.

Pascal was charming, enticing.

I shared things with him that

I no longer share with my husband.

And your husband knew.

Did you know that?

Yes, absolutely.

We don't have secrets.

We've been married 25 years,

he's my children's father,

and we love each other.

Did you notice any change

in Achard's behaviour?

No.

Actually, I did.

He spent a lot of money

but usually, he didn't have any.

A lot of money?

He even planned a long journey

to the Andes cordillera.

Really!

But he was banned from the banks.

He had no cheque book

or credit card.

Yes, he always paid cash.

Cash.

We didn't find any cash

at his place.

You know, Pascal

was a wary and discreet man.

OK.

OK, Captain?

Have you calmed down?

- I'm very calm.

- I saw that.

How was your visit

to the Issautiers?

Surprising. A free couple.

I'm not sure it's the right word.

Rather philosophical.

It's philosophical to accept

your wife has a lover?

Take Jean-Paul Sartre

and Simone de Beauvoir.

Each to their life.

- We don't have the same references.

- What are yours?

When you're a couple, you see

that the other doesn't fool around.

- They belong to you?

- No.

For the sake of love,

precious things can't be shared.

Romantic or old-fashioned?

Choose. I don't care.

- A touchy subject?

- Not at all.

So, you don't think Issautier

killed Achard.

Not because

his wife was unfaithful.

Why are we

at Pascal Achard's again?

- I'm looking for something.

- Let's go.

If you wanted to hide money

at home,

where would you put it?

A question

I never needed to ask myself.

Just like you, I guess.

Somewhere unlikely.

Somewhere unlikely.

Somewhere unlikely.

Can you help me, Captain?

Push the piano.

That's a stash, right?

Bingo!

Oh, Jeez!

50, 100 and 200 notes.

Not so broke after all!

Nice lump sum!

About 50,000 euros.

Well done!

I'm impressed,

deputy prosecutor.

What does cash make us think of?

The Andes cordillera.

The Andes cordillera?

Françoise Issautier told me

he always paid by cash

and he was planning a journey

to the Andes cordillera.

We can't track the notes.

They're old and

the numbers aren't consecutive.

Has he any family?

A nephew, Daniel.

He's got a vineyard nearby.

Off we go.

Daniel.

- Hi.

- You OK?

- Deputy prosecutor Richard.

- Hello.

You've come about my uncle.

From what I heard, he was

a womaniser. Do you confirm that?

He had a weak spot for women.

To the extent of getting shot

at point blank?

No idea.

He had a lot of affairs.

But who could have taken revenge?

Did you know he had

more than 50,000 euros at his place?

50,000 euros cash?

He never told you?

You know nothing?

We weren't that close, actually.

We met from time to time,

that's all.

He wasn't very rich.

Although he earned well.

Well.

50,000 euros?

Cash?

That's a mystery.

- An inheritance?

- No, I'd have known.

His father, Francis,

died 3 months ago,

but he was penniless.

Issautier bought a plot

of vines from Francis, right?

"Bought "... At that rate,

it was almost robbery.

Things are still tense.

You're mad at them?

They're no friends of mine,

those rascals.

I'd have double the land

and I'd earn a better living.

Do you live alone here?

A penniless farmer

who works 15 hours a day

is not very attractive.

Goodbye to you.

Nice car, for a small winegrower

scraping a living.

Make some enquiries.

It's not an order. It's for the sake

of the investigation.

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- Am I disturbing you?

- No, I'm working.

- On what?

- Nothing.

I'm hungry.

Shall we get something to eat?

As regards where the money

came from, any news?

Nothing.

I'm really annoyed.

How can someone have 50,000 euros

in cash at home?

Maybe a holdup.

Stupid idea.

Can you imagine Pascal Achard

robbing a bank?

I never imagined him writing

erotic poems to all those women.

Maybe he won it gambling.

Or blackmailing.

Maybe he was blackmailing someone?

If so, when we click on,

we'll be close to the exit.

What's that?

The Tambourin boy of Arcole.

It's the pride of the village.

Never heard of the battle

of the bridge of Arcole?

No.

There'll be majorettes...

- Majorettes? They still exist?

- Majorettes, a brass band...

If you want local entertainment,

it's worth it.

- Coming?

- Is that what we hear?

Exactly.

Want to make organic wine?

Yes, but my father doesn't agree.

As he'll soon get

the Agricultural Merit medal,

he has no time to spare.

He runs the estate brilliantly,

but he's a bit conservative.

Stand up to him, Louis.

Innovate, right?

Do as I did when I was young.

Remember that, tomorrow,

you'll be the boss here.

Ludovic.

- See that?

- Yes.

Ludovic.

Lucien.

Nice to see you.

How are you?

It's been a while.

- Still in the brass band?

- Sure, I am.

Hello, Lucien.

Charles.

You alright?

Come back to live at your mum's?

Yes, temporarily.

Granddad, please meet

deputy prosecutor, Mrs Richard.

- Delighted, madam.

- Hello, sir.

I believe you interrogated

my son and grandson

about Pascal Achard's murder.

- Yes.

They're in the clear, obviously.

For the moment.

Good.

I wish you all the best.

Goodbye, madam.

Goodbye, sir.

So that's Lucien Issautier,

the patriarch.

Yes.

He makes really good wine.

I guess he lives nearby?

In the heart of Cadenet.

The one in the vineyard

is his son's. They're loaded.

Wine makes money.

So, you live at your mum's.

I do. No point making

a mountain out of it.

Charles here, Charles there.

- Everyone knows you.

- The curse of small towns.

We can't stay invisible.

You know everything

and everyone,

so where shall we eat?

I'd like a change

from yesterday's TV dinner.

Want to eat

something exceptional?

- I do.

- There's only one place to go.

I've eaten too much.

- Some more?

- No, thanks. Really.

I had a second serving.

It's a lot.

- You're done!

- I am.

- I'll bring you some gravy.

- Thanks, Marinette.

Well?

The best pieds paquets

I've ever had.

I've not eaten them often,

but it was really tasty.

Traditions are dying out.

I understand

why you've come back to Mum's.

It's just for a while,

until I find a house.

You can stay as long as you want.

He's fine here.

We turned the old shed

into a bedsit.

With a private entrance and all!

He says I annoy him,

but he's happy

to have a hot meal.

That's enough, Mum.

It's a big place.

I'm all alone.

His father died 20 years ago.

He was much older.

I liked mature men.

You came back

to live here, because...?

Because...

the usual: a break-up.

Right.

Thank you so much.

I'd better go.

Thanks. That was excellent.

Thanks for inviting me, Charles.

- Bye, madam.

- See you soon.

See you tomorrow, I think.

On time and in a good mood,

deputy prosecutor.

- In a good mood, mostly.

- Correct.

- Bye.

- Bye.

She's lovely.

Yes, but I don't care.

I do care.

She's lovely,

but it's not my problem.

- Don't you like her?

- I met her 3 days ago.

- Oh, you!

- She's lovely, Mum.

I can't say a thing.

It's nice to see nature at rest,

isn't it?

There'll soon be buds,

leaves, clusters...

Grape harvesting,

then wine, Louis.

Yes, wine.

You're strange. What's wrong?

Nothing.

Tell me,

did you see anything

at the hunt?

Besides the wild boar I shot, no.

Nothing.

They checked the rifles.

It wasn't a hunter.

Achard had a lot of enemies.

Dad, you should've never allowed her

to see that guy.

It's none of your business.

It's more complicated.

Don't tell me

it didn't affect you?

I didn't say that.

Now, Achard's no more.

He can burn in hell,

no one will cry.

- Hello, Caroline.

- Hello, Francis.

- Hello, warrant officer.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Hello, madam.

- Slept well?

- No, I ate too much last night.

- You dined with Charles.

- News travels fast.

My intentions were honourable.

It was at Mum's.

I wasn't worried.

You're attracted

to that bachelor captain of yours.

Don't worry,

I won't say a word, Caroline.

I think he's really nice.

He's pretty cute, eh?

What about the investigation?

Know where I can find

Elodie Pasquier?

- Yes.

- I need her address.

I'm off.

Right away.

Hello.

How can I help you?

Hello, gentlemen.

Hello.

Is Elodie Pasquier here?

- She's in the yard.

- Thank you.

Hello.

Elisabeth Richard,

deputy prosecutor.

- Louis told me about you.

- Good things, I hope.

Yes.

It's amazing

all that can be made with wicker.

We can make almost anything.

- Even sculptures.

- I didn't know.

Do you remember this?

It's a copy of your statement

for sexual harassment

against Pascal Achard.

Apparently, this man,

who's just been murdered,

didn't behave properly

with women.

Sadly, he behaved in a manner

that is punishable by law.

It was a long time ago.

He offered to take me

for a helicopter ride.

When we landed,

we went for a stroll and...

and...

he suggested...

we have a drink at his place.

The guy danced like that.

You don't know to dance.

50 guys dancing in front of you

like that.

Come on, another one.

- No, I'd better go.

- Come on!

You're pissed.

You can sleep here.

Wait, stop it.

No, stop it.

Let me.

No one will know a thing.

No!

Stop it, you're hurting me!

Stop it!

What happened afterwards?

I was running on the road.

I was crying

and...

I came across the gendarmes

who convinced me

to file a complaint.

Louis knows all this?

Of course, he does.

But...

It was long ago.

It doesn't matter.

It does. Sexual harassment

is something serious, miss.

He just wanted to kiss me.

That's the exact meaning

of sexual harassment:

attempting

without the other's consent.

Think so?

I'm sure.

After your statement,

were there any reprisals,

anything?

We did our best

to avoid each other, that's all.

And Louis accepted to take part

in a hunt with Pascal Achard?

Wait on,

what do you mean by that?

Nothing.

I'm thinking aloud.

Thank you, Miss Pasquier.

- Following me?

- Caroline said you'd be here.

- We work together, right?

- Of course.

I've nothing to hide.

- Meet you at the station?

- Wait on.

Oh, great!

You're insane!

You drive like a madman!

You were scared?

No. I'm not suicidal,

that's all.

Where are you going?

To question

one of Achard's mistresses.

She's the last on the list.

Let go of me!

Why am I handcuffed?

Take off the handcuffs.

I didn't do anything.

- Move on.

- Where to?

Mr Agnel,

why are you here?

A fight, in a café,

with another client.

He was asking for it.

You were ready to answer!

I only hit.

I didn't kill anybody.

Beware.

A blow can kill.

- Did the victim file a complaint?

- Which victim?

There's no victim!

He was annoying me.

You serious?

Of course, he did, one tooth

missing and a black eye.

You could be wrong.

A crown,

with a good lawyer,

could cost him a lot.

And Elodie?

I just set the bait

to see how the fish would react.

The fish?

Louis and Elodie.

So that's two more suspects.

Exactly. Can you call in Louis,

by the way?

- Summon, you mean.

- Yes, that's right.

Right, madam.

Madam, Louis Issautier.

Take a seat.

You didn't tell me

your friend, Elodie Pasquier,

had been sexually harassed

by Pascal Achard.

I didn't think there was a link.

You thought wrong,

my dear man.

When the law

looks into a murder,

everything could be related.

- What do you want?

First, that you change your tone.

You took part in a hunt

with your partner's aggressor.

- I've a lot of questions.

- You're asking so many!

You know the shot

wasn't from my rifle. So what now?

You've got a motive.

I didn't kill him.

Maybe even a double motive.

Excuse me?

You knew your mother

had an affair with Pascal Achard.

Yes, I found out recently.

- What do you mean by "recently"?

- Recently.

I didn't kill him.

What do you want?

You're pissing me off!

I suggest you calm down,

Mr Issautier,

knowing there are suspicions

against you.

If you don't speak

I'll take you into custody.

I've nothing more to say.

Very well.

One night in the station

will make you more talkative.

You're in custody.

Chief warrant officer, please.

How did your meeting

with Achard's last mistress go?

She was mad at him.

But she's got a solid alibi:

she's a teacher

and was at school

during the hunt.

I heard you took

Louis Issautier into custody.

Got a better suspect?

If I knew the culprit, yes.

But it's not Louis.

You know everybody.

It can help you

or obstruct your open-mindedness

in this case.

Tell me what's wrong.

Want to take me off the case?

Why be so radical?

I just want us to work together.

Then stop making decisions alone!

REQUEST

FOR AN ADOPTION CONSENT

CHILD CARE SERVICES

It's because of that stupid Elodie

that Louis is in custody.

I agree.

I think she's pushy.

Toxic, actually.

What do you say, Paul?

What do you want me to say?

He's in jail because of that loony

and you've nothing to say?

He's not in jail,

just in custody.

The deputy prosecutor will

soon realise he didn't kill him.

Really! And how?

She'll have to find

the real culprit first.

Your prosecutor seems to be

damn screwing up.

That's enough!

And you, Faustine,

stop criticizing Elodie.

Poor little darling.

You've always defended them.

First her family, now her.

And we never knew why.

She's lost her family,

she's an orphan,

and I help all those in Cadenet

who're in trouble.

It's the least

a successful family like ours

can do for her.

- That's too easy...

Be quiet!

In any case,

it's always the same...

Yes, it's Daniel.

I want more.

I don't care, it's your problem.

30,000.

30,000, this evening.

30,000 this evening, thief.

Hi, you OK?

Hey!

He opened up to you!

Elodie Pasquier, Louis Issautier,

both guilty.

With all due respect,

you're completely lost,

deputy prosecutor.

You disagree with the way

I lead the investigation, Captain?

- I didn't say so.

- You did.

- What's that?

- Elodie's hospital report.

3 admissions in 4 years.

I'll check on her.

If you want to solve

the investigation,

since I'm totally lost,

go ahead, I'd be the first

to congratulate you.

Yes. It's true I was ill.

3 admissions in psychiatry

in 4 years,

that's the least you could say.

Was your depression

because of Achard?

No.

- It started long before that.

- Before what?

I left home when I was 15.

I didn't get on with my parents.

They were teachers,

they wanted me to be one too.

I wanted to choose my life.

I like working with wicker,

not facing thirty-odd idiots.

Luckily, not all students are idiots.

What went so wrong

with your parents?

There'd always been

something wrong with them.

A family secret

that ruins your life.

Now...

every family has secrets.

I don't know.

It was taboo.

We never spoke about it together.

Now that they're dead...

I know that.

A car accident, right?

Yes.

That's why you were depressed.

Losing your parents at 16 is...

is too painful, I guess.

I think of them every day.

I read in the hospital reports

that you were prone to...

aggressive urges.

- They talk nonsense.

- They sure do.

Like all students are idiots.

Correct.

You didn't feel like acting on

those urges recently, Elodie?

You think I killed Achard?

Then why take Louis into custody?

I should be in his place.

I don't believe anything,

Just wondering.

And it doesn't erase

my suspicions about Louis.

It's just the opposite.

Everything's almost set.

You'll be ready

for your medal ceremony.

Shall we welcome the minister

in the tasting hall?

It's perfect.

What's that?

Our new blend.

Syrah, Grenache

and a touch of Mourvèdre.

Black fruits, truffles...

leather, undergrowth.

Exactly!

Full in the mouth.

Not bad.

Very good, you mean.

We'll get a gold medal

with that.

How are you feeling?

OK.

Not too bad.

With all that's happened...

I think you're facing up

to Pascal's death rather well.

Don't say you were jealous.

That's not the word I'd use.

I'd rather say...

surprised you didn't get tired

of him sooner.

So surprised

you could have killed him?

Knowing he was shot

instead of a wild boar

is quite pleasing, I must say.

- We need to talk.

- I'm all ears.

You're a jinx, Elodie,

to all the people around you.

What do you mean?

My brother's in custody

because of you.

Because of me?

You quite liked Achard.

If you'd left him alone,

we'd be fine.

You're a tease.

Say that again?

Just leave my family alone,

especially Louis!

You have no orders to give me.

Get out!

You're right, I'm off.

I'm sick

of your freeloader's face.

You loony!

I'll go to the prosecutor

and tell her you're nuts.

You'll be forced

to tell her your secrets.

You loony...

Stay away, it's dangerous!

Deputy prosecutor,

Captain.

We found a body inside.

Wait, can I see?

How horrible! Thank you.

Think it's an accident?

It started in the lounge. It's not

a short-circuit. An accident...

90 % sure it wasn't.

It's arson.

- OK. Thanks, Captain.

- Welcome.

I'll call the coroner,

he'll tell us more.

You're free.

New events mean we no longer

need to keep you into custody.

But stay nearby.

I guess you have no intention

of leaving?

I don't.

Fine. You can go.

OK. Thanks. Bye.

I just spoke to the coroner.

Daniel Achard was knocked out.

That means

we've got a second murder.

Look what was found.

- 30,000 euros.

- No.

- Where was it?

- In the garage, under boxes.

An Achard speciality.

All old notes

with inconsecutive numbers.

I made inquiries about his car.

- His nice 4X4.

- Yes.

He paid in cash: 35,00 euros.

The car dealer confirmed.

Isn't it forbidden?

It's 1,000 euros max in cash.

I'll send the tax office to him.

- No time for that now.

- Right.

Let's forget about

cheated husbands.

They wouldn't pay

thousands of euros.

So it might be blackmail?

Yes.

But they were related.

They could have shared the dough.

50,000 euros for one,

30,000 and a 4x4 for the other.

That makes 65,000 euros.

And Daniel Achard

raised the bidding.

And made his debtor go mad.

Hold on. Excuse me.

Hello.

Yes.

No, tell me.

Why?

That's not what you told me.

I didn't get that.

I told you that in any case,

I couldn't...

Look, I can't talk to you now.

I'll call you back.

You OK?

Yes. Great.

Can I help you?

In what way?

Well, I don't know.

With the adoption?

Who told you about that?

Caroline?

She didn't.

She cares far too much for you

to tell me anything.

The other day,

you dropped a file,

and I understood.

Don't worry.

There's always a solution.

You were never a vine fan,

were you, Mum?

Louis.

Actually, I've always been

a fashion fan. You know that.

I'd have rather lived in Paris.

We don't always do

what we want to.

I wonder how you managed

to cope for so long.

I love your father.

And I love you,

and I love your sister.

I'm glad

she's studying in Paris.

It's an opportunity

to go there more often.

You're bored, here.

I am, in a way.

A little boredom in life

isn't that bad.

It helps focus on oneself.

Was Achard due to boredom?

I saw you at Saint-Rémy,

at the votive festivities.

You're mad at me?

Not at you.

I'm mad at him.

I'm a bit mad at myself too.

- Why?

- Because there is an age

when we can do without

certain things

and it helps you focus

on what's really important.

And what's important, Mum?

To have you,

to have my family.

I've brought the drinks.

- It's the new vintage?

- It is.

Not bad.

11.5 degrees, right?

Exactly.

I heard that Daniel Achard

had died in the fire.

Think it was an accident?

How could I know?

First his uncle, now him.

Isn't this all a bit weird?

As for Pascal and his affairs,

there could be an explanation.

As for Daniel, I must say...

If both deaths are related,

women have nothing to do

with the murder of Pascal Achard.

What do you say?

Honestly, nothing.

Achard had an affair

with Françoise.

- Could you have wanted...

- Revenge?

Yes.

No. Dad!

The hazards of life.

I wasn't really affected.

I know Françoise loves me.

That's all that counts.

Two things mean a lot to me:

our family and the success

of Louis and Faustine.

Are you going to let Louis

make organic wine?

I'm getting used to the idea.

Good.

Is the Captain in?

He's in a meeting.

For the investigation

or the adoption?

"The adoption"?

You know about it?

I shouldn't talk about it.

But since Charles

has confided in you...

Not exactly, in fact.

But I do know about it.

It's driving him bonkers.

For sure.

Knowing it's not that easy

for a bachelor.

It's been driving him crazy

for over 6 months.

I'm the only one in the know.

Well, I was.

Naturally.

We share the same office.

This boy is full of surprises.

I agree with you.

But sometimes,

I feel sad for him.

He's not himself, these days.

He's sad.

Now I understand

why he stood me up.

He got a text

from a social worker.

He can't miss such appointments.

Did you stop because of me?

- Not at all.

- No, we were chatting.

I've got something on Issautier.

Which one?

Lucien, the patriarch.

I met the former deputy mayor,

who knew them,

and he talked about himself,

and the village.

Apparently, Lucien

was in the Résistance

and was head of a network.

A hero! That's nice.

But in what way does it help us?

Apparently, his past

wasn't all that glorious.

Explain.

Hold on.

Mount Ventoux was in the hands

of the Resistance.

Tragic events

often took place here,

like in February 1944.

Please, I beg of you.

- Come on, get ready!

- Don't shoot...

I didn't do anything.

Fire!

Know what her name was?

- No idea.

- Clémentine Lemercier.

The great-grandmother of one

of your suspects, Elodie Pasquier.

- No way!

- She was.

So that could be

her family secret.

- And this Clémentine...

- Lemercier.

Clémentine Lemercier

was shot for collaborating?

She was accused of denouncing

Captain Chaumont's network.

And who was Captain Chaumont?

Who is Captain Chaumont.

Captain Chaumont was the war name

of Lucien Issautier.

There you are!

Well done.

- Good job, Captain.

- I know, thanks.

Excuse me.

...pretty as a majorette.

- Elodie. Sorry.

- Yes.

Can I talk to you?

- To me?

- Yes.

Yes, sure.

Somewhere a little quieter.

There, in the café.

Well done!

Paul Issautier, leave a message.

I discovered your family secret.

You did?

Clémentine Lemercier,

does it ring a bell?

It does.

She was my great-grandmother.

She died during the war.

She was in the Resistance network

of Lucien Issautier,

aka Captain Chaumont.

And apparently...

she denounced them.

Now I understand

why we couldn't speak about her.

You know,

for years,

I tried to understand.

I tried to question Lucien

about that famous family secret.

And each time,

he brushed aside my questions,

saying:

"Forget about the past.

It cannot be changed."

But how come

he always supported your family?

Apparently,

your forebear betrayed him.

What do you think?

I don't know.

You don't?

Captain.

Don't move.

- What's that?

- It's for my collection.

You know the prosecutor

knows everything?

I do.

I didn't tell her.

I'm not a snitch.

It's our secret.

I know, Caroline. It was our secret

and we were unmasked.

Can I tell you something?

We make a great team,

chief warrant officer Martinez.

That's...

That's a compliment.

I really mean it.

How did it go

with the social worker?

It's complicated

because I'm single.

I should be married

or in a civil union, in a relation.

It won't be complicated

for such a handsome man.

Thanks for that, but...

you can't find the right person

just like that.

If you find the right person,

you may not need

to adopt a child.

Your new girlfriend

could have children.

True, I didn't think of that.

Do you want children?

Is that a proposition?

Well...

No. It's a question,

just a question.

Faustine.

Yes.

- Seen your dad?

- No. Why?

He went to get a pullover

and he's not answering his phone.

I've got it.

He lent it to me.

Really?

Sorry.

Something up, Mrs Issautier?

My husband went home

to pick up a pullover,

but he's not come back

and he's not answering his phone.

Something's wrong.

He sponsors this event,

he never misses it.

I've got a bad feeling.

Let's go.

- Anna.

- Yes.

- Have you seen Mr Issautier?

- He's in the tasting room.

He's over there.

No!

Elodie.

What did she want?

To talk about my great-grandmother.

Your great-grandmother?

Why?

I haven't got a clue.

I think she suspects me.

Shit! You're sure?

Yes.

- We've got a prob.

- Sorry? "A prob"?

Yes, and a big one.

Where?

Sorry, excuse me.

Did you notice

anything unusual lately?

Was he depressed?

No.

He even had projects.

He thought his new vintage

would get the gold medal.

No, really, I...

I don't get it.

Me neither.

Depression is not...

like him.

He's a fighter.

You just don't understand.

You're all a bunch of idiots.

Your eyes are clogged with shit.

He did everything for the estate.

Dad...

he took care of everyone.

It all...

just got to him, that's all.

And you, Mr Issautier?

Well...

I haven't got a clue, madam.

I'm an old man...

I can't fathom all this.

He looked really strange,

old Lucien Issautier. Bizarre.

As though his son's

attempted suicide

didn't surprise him.

Maybe he suspected something.

Perhaps.

The Issautiers

have the 100,000 euros

to hush a blackmailer.

Well, two, in fact.

To keep a secret from WWII?

It was 70 years ago,

but it'd have repercussions nowadays.

Or could thwart projects

like the medal of merit.

I think we're burning, Captain.

Especially if you eat off my plate.

They'll think

we're in a relation.

Enough for you to tell me why

such a stunner

is determined

to adopt on his own?

It's always been my dream...

to have a family, children.

At a reasonable age,

not like my father.

He died when I was 17.

I understand.

When I met my ex, I thought

she was the love of my life.

We'd even bought a house.

But sadly,

we couldn't have children.

We tried every available treatment,

but nothing worked.

So we turned to...

to adoption.

As time went by, I realized

she didn't want a child.

I think that the adoption paperwork,

after trying everything else,

was the last straw

and led to us splitting up.

It's sad.

Yes, it's sad.

I didn't want to give up.

I was too involved.

I couldn't step down,

so I persevered on my own

with the adoption.

You're very brave

to want to adopt a child.

It's difficult.

The other day, when I got upset,

they were telling me

that since I didn't have my own house

and I was single,

it wouldn't work out.

Well...

start by finding your soul mate.

I know of someone.

Who?

Caroline.

She always looks at you so lovingly.

Haven't you ever noticed?

I don't pay attention

to such things.

- The ball is in your court.

- Anyway,

you've an appointment

at the clerk's office in Apt.

Why?

That's where the archives

of the militia are conserved.

I thought you should go there.

What time?

8 a.m.

At 8 a.m.!

How are you, Paul?

You're worrying about me?

You've always been a rock.

I never thought

that you could be fragile,

vulnerable,

suicidal.

Why did you do that?

Because of me?

Because I used to be so severe,

before I retired?

Of course not.

I'd gotten used to it.

Then why did you do that?

It's not like you!

There must be a reason.

Perhaps.

Tell me, have you messed up,

Paul?

Dad...

I've never done anything

that could harm our family

or my children's future.

Never.

Captain.

You were right about the archives.

Come on, we've work to do.

If ever I still had illusions

about human nature,

they've all vanished.

It's so disgusting!

All anonymous letters

denouncing Jewish children.

Here's another one.

Better still.

It's signed "a friend of France"

who denounced a café owner

listening to radio London.

Undoubtedly someone

envious of her business.

Look at this.

What is it?

A document kept top secret

by the French police,

concerning the hearing of a man

who denounced

a network of maquisards.

If it was a man,

it wasn't Clémentine Lemercier.

So, what do we have?

The Achards blackmailed

the Issautiers,

that seems more than likely.

Paul and Louis Issautier

were at the hunt...

Paul tried to commit suicide

yesterday.

He was feeling remorse.

Come in.

Captain.

A fisherman found this gun

in a pond,

near to where

P. Achard was killed.

It's a CZ 557 rifle,

a 300 Win calibre.

The same calibre

as the murder weapon.

And we've got a print.

- I guess you know everything.

- Yes.

We found the rifle

you threw in the pond,

with fingerprints.

Can you tell us

how it happened?

Pascal.

Paul, why are you here?

Remembered what I asked you?

You've become very greedy.

What are you doing?

Threatening me?

I'm not.

- The tax office is after me.

- OK.

You spend too much

on women.

That's my problem.

Your family is indebted to mine.

It's all about honour.

Hurry up with the money.

I've got the proof here.

Otherwise...

What?

The Issautiers' nice reputation

will be blown away.

People will discover

what you really are: bastards.

Think about your son.

He's your successor, right?

It's hard to bear

a sullied name.

I got it.

- Pretty, huh?

- Well done, Louis!

And what was that letter?

It was for Elodie Pasquier.

Who wrote it?

Francis Achard, Pascal's father.

He and my father

were in the Maquis.

He had a heart attack

when writing it.

Pascal kept it.

But why kill Daniel Achard?

He'd taken over.

I don't care. 30,000 this evening.

He kept asking for more.

I thought it'd never end.

Bring it this evening.

I've got proof.

I'll reveal everything.

I wanted my family

to live peacefully,

for my children to be serene.

Bad timing,

with the medal you were to get.

True. That distinction was meant

for the whole family.

It awarded the work

of several generations.

My father, mainly.

I couldn't bear to think

his reputation would be sullied,

that his former life

could spoil Louis'.

Your suicide attempt was

a way of denouncing yourself?

How could I live with that

on my conscience?

I'm not a murderer.

What was in the letter

that led you to kill?

It destroyed

all that I had believed in,

my family above all.

I wanted to protect them.

And where's that letter now?

I sent it to

its legitimate addressee, Elodie.

I think she will be comforted

after reading it.

"Elodie, we don't really know

each other.

"But before I die,

I must ease my conscience.

"This is about

your great-grandmother,

"poor Clémentine Lemercier.

"Lucien was madly in love with her.

"He was even ready to marry her,

"although she already had a child.

"But Clémentine left him for another,

"a pal of the Maquis, Raymond.

"We were barely 20 years old,

"and I had enrolled in that Maquis,

lead by Captain Chaumont,

"Lucien, that you know so well.

"Now, what I'm going to tell you

is terrible, Elodie.

"One evening,

"I'd gone down to the village

to have a coffee at the café.

"In the street,

"two men were talking.

"I recognized one of them.

He was a militiaman.

"The other had his back to me.

"They each went their way

and I followed him."

- Lucien?

- Francis.

Why were you

with that militiaman?

He's one of ours,

a double agent.

Francis, don't go back

to the Maquis.

- Raymond has ratted on us.

- What?

Go away!

"He was nervous, anxious.

"I'd known him

since primary school.

"I didn't believe him,

but I pretended to.

"After Lucien's betrayal,

"the very next day,

the militia attacked the camp.

"All our comrades were killed.

"I lost all of them.

"Of course, I have no proof,

"just a firm conviction.

"How could Raymond

have betrayed the network

"as he was also killed

by the FFI?"

Why did you give us away?

I didn't do anything.

"Sadly, that's not

the end of the story."

You're going to die.

Who did you tell about us?

Answer, bitch!

- I didn't do anything.

- Open your eyes.

No pity for the traitors.

I didn't do anything!

Let go of me!

No!

Please, I beg of you!

Take aim!

Fire!

I read Achard's letter.

I know all the wrong you did.

You pretend you're a hero,

but you were the traitor.

I don't get it, Lucien. Why?

To take revenge.

So that Raymond, who took

Clémentine from me, would be shot.

Jealousy...

Love drove me crazy, Elodie.

You let Clémentine be shot.

No, that's not true, I didn't!

The FFIs arrested Clémentine

because she was living with Raymond.

You denounced her, Lucien!

I didn't.

I cared for her, I loved her.

It was a terrible string of events,

a fatality.

You let her die.

You did nothing,

even though you loved her.

To save her...

I would have had to turn myself in.

I didn't have the courage.

Why didn't you tell the truth

after the war?

That's the terrible rule...

of lies.

Once you start lying...

you can never turn back.

But I tried

to rehabilitate Clémentine,

you know that.

By making Raymond a traitor.

You don't get it.

In the 50s, I started a family.

If I turned myself in,

I was scared I'd lose them.

You're such a coward.

You always find good excuses:

your wild love, your family...

You let Clémentine be shot

because you didn't have the courage

to turn yourself in.

I admired you.

You were my hero.

Louis.

What are you doing?

You're so disgusting!

You're grotesque!

I'm ashamed.

I'm ashamed of you,

of my family.

Louis, I had no choice.

It was Elodie's family or mine.

- Ours! Understand? Our family.

- Louis!

- Louis, stop it!

- Stop!

Don't move!

What do you want to do?

Stop!

You want to kill

your grandfather?

- It'll make no difference.

- Don't move!

Stop it, Louis!

Don't screw up.

Think of Elodie, of you two.

You've got your life to live.

I'm begging you, Louis.

Listen to us.

Stop it!

Don't spoil your life, Louis.

Put the gun down.

Good.

Put it down.

It'll be OK.

- Good, Louis.

- Louis.

Louis.

It'll be OK.

What do we do with Lucien?

Nothing. There is

a statute of limitations.

Now,

it's between him and his conscience.

My conscience!

It's been weighing on me

since the war.

I think a thousand years

wouldn't do.

Don't worry, madam,

I don't intend suffering that long.

I must apologise to you, Elodie.

I didn't know Grandpa

had done so much wrong.

Nobody knew about it.

Except for Dad.

He did it to protect us.

How long will he get?

20 years...

at least.

The real hero in the family

is your father,

not your grandfather,

who crushed him.

It's strange to see leaving.

I'll miss you.

We'll meet again, Caroline.

- Can I hug you, madam.

- Sure!

Call me Elisabeth.

I really enjoyed working with you,

Caroline.

- Same here.

- See you.

- See you.

- See you.

Elisabeth, it's my turn to say

I really enjoyed working with you.

Same here.

I've even got a gift for you.

Really?

Thanks!

- What is it?

- A heavy metal album.

Super!

Well, we did make a good pair.

A good trio, with Caroline.

- I hope we'll work together again.

- That'd be nice.

In the meantime, I wish you

all the best, Captain:

to meet the love of your life,

have children,

and if you're determined

to adopt a child,

I'm willing to give you

a character reference.

You'd make a great dad.

Thanks, that's kind.

From what I saw,

your son's lucky to have you.

I'll record that

and make him listen to it non-stop.

Ah, there. Talk about the devil!

Yes, sweetie.

I'll just put you on hold.

Well, bye, Charles.

It was a pleasure.

Keep in touch.

I sure will.

- You there?

- Yes.

- Yes, sweetie.

- So?

- I'm on my way.

- Alright.

Who's Charles?

The Captain of the gendarmerie

with whom I just worked.

- Is he nice?

- Yes.

I'm leaving right now.

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