Cannes Confidential (2023): Season 1, Episode 1 - Death of a Jester - full transcript

Aah!

Who the fuck are you?

I'm a cop.

Welcome to Cannes.

Better luck next time, asshole.

Take this.

Why didn't you ask for backup?

No time.

You okay?

Now that you're here.

I could use a drink though.



Oh, yes, please!

Oh, yeah!

Good work.

It's nice to see you
can focus on the job...

despite the domestic troubles.

That's what the
city pays me for.

Precisely.

Bitch.

Somebody should tell her.

Hey, good luck for
the trial tomorrow.

Not that you'll need it.
It's just a formality.

We'll take all the
luck we can get.

Hey! That Not Guilty
verdict's already in the bag.

Your dad comes home and we
get our Chief of Police back.



- Drink?
- Drink.

♪ I like this

♪ Got the 5:00 there,
feelin' good, I'm lit ♪

♪ Counting, counting
bands, oh, man ♪

♪ Man, I struggled so hard,
now the girl like Swift ♪

Yo, my fellow jesters.

Ready for tomorrow's
big announcement?

It's about time to shed some
light and scatter the lies.

Ready for tomorrow's
big announcement?

Yo, it's me again.

Just one more thing.

Hey, Andre.

Today's the day.
Feeling confident?

Yeah, me too.

Here's to your homecoming, Dad.

It's gonna be fine.

Gotta be fine.

Lea, this better be good.

I know today maybe isn't exactly
the day to be bothering you,

but we've got a dead body.

Victim's name, Vincent Devilly.

- Vince? No way.
- Victim shot in the chest

opposite the MJC Picaud building

underneath a new work
of art by "The Jester."

Oh.

I'll be right there.

Hi, Gen, it's Camille.

Just wanted to check,
are we still on at 2:00?

Call me back.

Keep art free! Keep art
free! Keep art free!

Keep art free! Keep art
free! Keep art free!

Keep art free! Keep art
free! Keep art free!

Keep art free! Keep art free!
Keep art free! Keep art free!

What do we know?

Shot twice.

Close range, by the look of it.

We haven't found his phone.

Why?

So, you did know him?

Yes. I was at school with him.

Bit of a geek. Long time ago.

He's one of several
people rumored

to actually be The Jester.

Time of death?

Blood coagulation would
indicate the last three,

maybe four hours. Same time.

Paint's sticky to
the touch. Yes.

Vincent uploaded a video
on Insta at 4:30 AM.

Means he had his phone then.

A big announcement?

Makes you curious, doesn't it?

"Keep Art Free."

My kryptonite is modern art.

And Vince was The Jester?

According to rumors,

but mainly because
his sister Delphine

runs the gallery that
promotes The Jester.

"Gallery Nexus."

There are some
new Jester pieces,

an exhibit opening
tonight, apparently.

Mm, so is that the
big announcement?

Mm, the Jester's a real
moneymaker for Delphine.

I thought the whole point of
street art was that it was free.

Hence the slogan.

I mean, even Banksy
sells canvases.

So...

Go to work, Ramz.

Delphine's always had
an eye for profit.

She used to trade kisses against
different favors at school.

Favors?

Anyway, she never liked me.

I guess I'll have
to talk to her.

Vince uploaded the
video, someone saw it,

robbed him, and shot him.

Twice?

We need to pull
the CCTV footage.

Cam?

- What?
- What's going on?

I haven't heard
from our lawyer yet.

Something feels off.

Gen, you didn't call me back.

I'm running a bit late.

See you at the
courthouse instead.

Yeah, I would like her to
come, it's very important.

- Oh!
- Yeah. No, no, no, no,

don't worry, it's nothing.
Put down the phone.

Yeah, do it, please.

Hey, Severine, is that you?

Wait. How are you?

Well, where the devil
have you been this time?

We should catch up for a drink.

Yes, with pleasure.

Okay, alright.

See you around.

Whoa!

No!

Watch where you're
going, you idiot!

Watch where I'm going?

I'm not the one with the car
wrapped around a fire hydrant.

Well, well, well,
well, if you hadn't...

Well, I wouldn't...

But I didn't, and yet
somehow, you still did.

- Dickhead.
- How's your car any...

Oh, dear.

Oh... Oh, my lord.

Ay-ay-ay.

Listen, I have a
man in Le Suquet,

his name is Thierry,
he has a repair shop.

He's an absolute genius

and he can get any old
wreck back on the road.

Old wreck?!

It's a classic, don't you see!

In the eye of the
beholder, I assume.

Listen, you give Thierry a
call. You won't regret it.

This guy is an absolute genius.
You will not be disappointed.

What he can't do with a
car you do not want doing.

Here, give him a call.

Oh, and...

drive safe now.

Slimy piece of...

Yes! Yeah, baby, yes!

It's not over yet. Watch out.

Well, what are the odds?

Do you believe in
love at first sight?

No.

Shame.

Here you go, Delph, poor thing.

Thank you, Harry.

So how is your bumper?

Name, besides Harry?

Oh, you can call me Harry.

And you are?

Lieutenant Delmasse.

Camille Delmasse?

Sorry, I didn't
recognize you at first.

You look so...

plain.

One and the same. Been
a while, Delphine.

I take it you two
know each other?

Harry's an old friend.

He came over to look at a piece.

So, you're a collector then?

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

More of a dabbler.

But I know what I
like, Lieutenant.

Was it a Jester piece?

Jester? No, not a big fan.

But I couldn't leave
Delphine alone.

When did you last
see your brother?

Last night.

Then first thing I knew
were your officers my door.

Any idea who or why someone
wanted to kill Vince?

No, of course not.

He had no enemies.

Everybody loved him.

He uploaded a video from
the crime scene at 4:30.

Have you seen it?

- No.
- His phone is missing.

But it's on his Instagram.

He mentioned a big
announcement today.

Something you planned?

Any idea of what he meant?

No. Haven't the faintest.

Tell me, was Vince the Jester?

I realize it's a
business secret,

but I really need to know.

I'm... I'm terribly sorry, I...

I have to take this.

Hello.

Yes, speaking.

Yes, he was The Jester.

His heart was in
the right place.

He'd always had a
great eye for an image.

I just knew how to market it.

Now, where is your
laptop, Delphine?

It was a secret.

But it was his idea.

He wanted it to be
mysterious, create a myth.

A cult following.

And it worked pretty well.

The Jester is big business.

And that annoys
some people, right?

People get annoyed by the
least things these days,

don't you think?

Your dad, he used to be the
Chief of Police didn't he?

See, corruption's
everywhere, right?

We're not here to
talk about my father.

We're here to talk
about your brother.

Of course.

Delphine, dear, I
just heard the news.

I can't believe it.

How are you? Are you okay?

It's terrible.

I'm okay. But thank
you for coming, Ed.

Thanks.

And you are?

Edouard Pechette.
I run the MJC.

Vince is... was helping me.

It's such a tragedy. Good boy.

Good boy. Yeah, yeah.

Well, he's been fed and watered,

but he's no quite himself today.

Oh! Hello, there.

He'd probably do
with a game of fetch.

I really must get going.

Been a pleasure.

Wait. I might need
to talk to you again.

Where are you staying?

Uh, well, I'm just visiting.

I move around a lot.

Delphine has my number.

- Yes.
- Bye.

Tell me.

There was a campaign against
the MJC's closure, right?

Yes, Vincent was
an avid supporter.

- Who's buying the venue?
- Luc Verin.

He's hell-bent on turning it
into a rip-off concert venue.

Vince hated the idea.

We all do.

I thought you said
Vince had no enemies.

Are you sure about this?

It's decided.

I don't understand.

And don't tell Margaux
and Camille yet.

Especially Camille.

You have done everything.

You can now keep
Camille out of this.

What did Delphine say?

It's looks like Vince had
a few enemies after all.

And Delphine claims
he was the Jester.

With the Jester dead,
who benefits? Hmm?

Delphine? But
it's her brother.

Or MJC's new buyer, Luc Verin?

Or maybe art collectors already
in possession of his art.

You got to see this.

Hmm. There's Vincent.

There's no sign of anyone else.

Only Vince. Look.

It means our killer knew where
the cameras were located.

The cartridges found
were 9 millimeters.

But no guns, no prints,
killer probably using gloves.

And still no phone.

I think we need to have a word

with the new MJC
buyer Luc Verin.

I'll find out where he's at.

Gen, finally, what's happening?

What's going on?

Camille?

You haven't been to
the monastery lately.

What's with the troubled brow?

Oh, nothing, I Just had a
brief run-in with the law.

Nothing serious,
not even about me,

just old habits.

So, what is it this week?

Oh, fishing, of course.

The thing about fishing is you
aren't in charge, the fish is.

You just have to be there,
line in the water, waiting.

You still need time, though.

There's always time.

I take it you
haven't seen her yet?

Be quiet around
those fish, Placid.

They postponed your dad's trial?

Why?

She wouldn't say.

New evidence. I don't know.

But something's wrong.
But she's your lawyer.

She's dad's lawyer.

He is her client.

I need to talk to him.

Find out what's going on.

Hm. Le Blanc.

She knows.

Luc Verin... Fat
fingers in lots of pies.

The proposed takeover
is taking place.

Luc Verin?

Who's asking?

If you'll excuse me, gents.

I'll see you for the signature.

How can I help you?

I gather you hope to take over.

And not a moment too soon.

Look at the state of this place.

Amazing, isn't it?

Full of heart and
soul and memories.

Means a lot to the community.

Hell of a campaign
against your plans.

Yeah, people always resist
progress, don't they?

But we'll turn this shit hole

into a state-of-the-art
concert venue.

That will charge a fortune
and exclude the locals.

The kids round here aren't
gonna get a look in.

Your daddy didn't think so.

- How d'you know him?
- Oh, we go way back.

He, um, used his influence.

Sorry.

Vince Devilly was
a vocal opponent

of your planned takeover, right?

I heard.

I heard, but never
met him in person.

But as rumored local
hero "The Jester,"

he made things quite
difficult for you.

Listen, I'm sorry for
what happened to him,

but it's not my problem.

Mm, still, pretty
convenient he's gone.

Mm, is that a hidden accusation
I detect, Lieutenant Delmasse?

She's thinking out
loud. Bad habit.

Yeah.

You'll have to excuse me.

It's too obvious.

We need to check his
alibi for last night.

Yeah, you do that.

You. Again?

Come to confess?

I came to see Ed,
but then I saw you.

Happy coincidence.

Or unhappy, hmm?

Now that you've seen me...

Always so friendly?

I'm not your friend.

What are you hiding?

Well, word on the town is that

Vince Devilly was about
to leave the country.

Thought you might like to know.

How do you know that?

Why don't you ask Delphine?

Have a lovely day, Lieutenant.

You okay?

Yes.

Hey, you!

Let me go!

Aah!

You're fine?

Get him. Get him!

Oh, you didn't
call him, did you?

'Cause Thierry would have
given you a replacement car

free of charge.

You'd have been back on the road
by now in this beautiful thing.

- Keys! Now!
- What? No, no, no.

And I'm driving. Keys! Now!

No! I've seen you
drive, no way!

Move!

Over my dead body.

However you want to
play, it's fine by me.

But I'm coming too.

No.

Yes.

- Ready?
- Yep.

Whoa, whoa! Easy!

Easy on the old girl,
she's old-fashioned.

Easy on the clutch between
second and third, okay?

- Hang on!
- Oh, no!

Easy, easy, she's a lady.

Stop the car!

Stop the car! Stop the car!

Yeah, I don't think
he's gonna stop.

What are you doing?

Are you crazy?!

Oh, sweet Jesus. Thank God.

You could've killed
me. Are you mad?

A little.

You're under arrest.

Ouch. Aah.

Why did you attack Verin?

Luc Verin killed Vince.

He was obsessed with
silencing The Jester.

Why?

I'll ask the questions!

Why?

Vince had come up with a plan.

We were going to save the MJC.

You'd know if you
ever paid attention.

Sorry?

As opposed to...?

Yeah, as opposed to...?

Sleeping with Delphine.

Come on. Oh, wow.

Magical. Come here.

So, do you always sleep
with gallery owners?

Do you always shoot and
ask questions after?

Answer the question.

Why? You gonna shoot me?

Hm, if you insist.

Okay.

I think you're jealous,
aren't you, Detective?

In your dreams.

So,

what is the nature of your
relationship with Delphine?

Friends with benefits?

Hoping to get a discount?

Or maybe partners in crime?

You are. You're jealous.

Let me tell you something
about Ed Pechette.

Ed Pechette over there is
madly in love with Delphine,

so he's not exactly
thinking straight.

She and I are just good friends

with the occasional
business interest.

There is no "we."

Do you want a ride home?

No, I think I've had
enough of you for one day.

Suit yourself.

Long walk, though.

Have a lovely walk!

Moron.

- Yes, Cam.
- How are things going?

Verin's alibi checks out.

And he's not pressing any
charges against Pechette.

Figured, avoiding bad publicity.

How about you? Feeling better?

Yeah, I'm fine, but I can't say
the same for my self-esteem.

Who was the guy?

Just some guy I met at
Delphine's swanky villa.

Harry. Harry?

Okay.

Just so you know, this place
is crawling with suits.

Le Blanc is having a fit.

Copy that. I'll
stay far, far away.

And Vince Devilly didn't
live at the swanky villa.

Slept on the floor of
the MJC by all accounts.

So Verin threatened Vince,
according to Pechette.

And Vince was
leaving the country.

Why? What? According to who?

According to Harry.

We still have no trace of
the gun or the missing phone.

What now?

I think I better have a
new chat with Delphine.

That gallery opening
was today, wasn't it?

Yes, and I'll meet you there

after my meeting with Le Blanc.

Enjoy. Also, send to my
position a police car, please.

Bye, Cam.

Thanks.

Come in.

Do you know why Philippe
Delmasse's trial

was postponed? No.

He's pleaded guilty
to all charges.

Guilty of corruption, bribes,
fast-tracking permits,

money transfers to businesses
linked to organized crime,

obstruction of justice, and
the list goes on and on.

Does Camille know?

Our former Chief is going
to prison for a long time,

and it's going to have
an effect on Camille.

You're a good cop.

I don't want to see you
dragged down with her.

All comes down to basic physics.

Don't stand too close
to the flame, Lea.

You'll get burned.

You can go.

Places like this
can be intimidating.

You know, make you feel
like you don't belong.

You dabble in
psychology as well?

No, just an avid observer.

Shall we?

Want to lose your arm?

Okay, after you, Lieutenant.

Just smile and imagine
them all naked.

It's a great leveler.

I'd rather not, thank you.

Oh.

Friends of yours?

No, I have actually
seen her naked.

A life-drawing class.

- Her too?
- No, no, not her.

You know, I think I just
have one of those faces.

Yeah. The kind
you want to punch.

Here's... Here's art
you can actually drink.

Not on the job, thanks.

What kind of job is that?
Doesn't sound like much fun.

Or is that the way
you like things,

always to look and
never to touch?

Hmm?

I don't judge.

Delphine doesn't
look too bereaved.

Oh, you know the
show must go on.

Well, listen, I'll leave you
to your very interesting work,

Lieutenant Delmasse.

Ah, the digitus
impudicus, beautiful.

Excuse me.

It seems like a great success.

Despite the tragic
circumstances.

The harsh reality.

Vince would have wanted it.

Such a shame he didn't
get to see this.

Well, art doesn't sell itself.

Sorry.

What now?

More questions?

Camille, I am
hosting this opening.

I can't talk now.

Yeah, I just checked
the Jester art online

and noticed that the
prices have gone up.

Way up.

Market forces. What can I say?

Demand seems to have
gone through the roof

all of a sudden.

As soon as the news spread that
The Jester might be dead, right?

Is it true that Vince
was leaving the country?

Excuse me. I have
guests to attend to.

Ah-ah-ah-ah, nice try.

You know, where I come from,
we call that a French exit.

If you're gonna keep
breathing down my neck,

at least tell me what
you know about Vince,

the so-called Jester.

Anonymity was his superpower.

And he was prepared
to give it away.

So he wasn't painting
for the money,

which is rare nowadays.

Delphine's making a huge profit
from her brother's death.

Young geniuses sell.

Especially dead ones.

Ask Basquiat. That's my point.

There's your motive.

What's your business here?

Art. Beauty.

Fluff. Nonsense.

Well, you know what they say.

Beauty is in the
eye of the beholder.

Ta-ta for now.

I don't understand.

That's what Nina told me.

I don't know what to say.

I'm so sorry, Camille.

Years ago, when Mum got sick,

Dad promised us he'd
make everything okay,

and I believed him.

Margaux didn't.

For all she's a mess,

she was right.

Now this.

Hey.

It's not over.

He pleaded guilty, Lea.

Oh, we haven't met.

Harry.

Am I interrupting something?

Harry? The guy from the MJC?

Not now, please.

Just so you know, I can't
find Delphine anywhere.

Don't you find that surprising?

Delphine leaving
her own opening.

It's a bit like the pope
skipping out on Midnight Mass.

Her car is still here.

I knew she was hiding something.

And I don't know
if you know this,

but she was also
heavily in debt.

This whole lifestyle, it costs.

So she was getting desperate.

And Vince was
leaving the country.

- Vince wanted out?
- Uh-huh.

The big announcement.

So just for the record,
I didn't kill Vince.

I mean, if I had, I
wouldn't be sitting here.

Delphine's got a motive,
Luc Verins's got a motive,

hell, even Fifi's got a motive!

Fifi?

Delphine's dog.

Okay, let's split.

You take a look around
and I'll check the inside.

And you stay here.

We are the ones carrying badges.

Right.

Right. Time to work.

Hello, hello, What have we here?

Bingo. He shoots, he scores.

Harry King, you've
done it again.

Oh, Delphine, what
are you doing?

"Vincent Devilly."

See what's happens with this.

Who are you calling, Harry?

- Oh, Delphine.
- Breaking and entering?

No, no, I just heard...

I heard a dog
bark. I thought...

I thought maybe for a second
you'd locked Fifi in here.

But of course I
shouldn't... Step out.

- Well.
- Now.

All right, well, if you insist.

Careful with the
pistol there, Delphine.

You used me to steal these.

I'm a thief now? Okay.

So what you gonna do?
You're gonna shoot me?

- Why not?
- Oh, Delphine.

Yes, I found your stash
of previously unseen,

conveniently packaged for market

original Jester pieces.

Proves nothing.

I caught a thief.

You can answer it.

And they say dead
men tell no tales.

Drop the gun, Delphine!

- Drop yours.
- I can't do that.

Stop!

Or I shot him.

Was it because of
the announcement?

Vince wanted out.

He was leaving the country.

Maybe he was selling everything,

leaving you with nothing.

You don't know that.

You have no proof.

Give us Vince's mobile.

Means nothing, just
his usual ramblings.

Let's see if he was
rambling or not.

Drop your gun!

Yo, it's me again.

Just one more thing.

End of story.

So you killed Vince,
your own brother.

- I loved him.
- All for greed.

But he tried to destroy
everything I worked for so hard.

I just couldn't.

It's just sad, Del.

Vince bought a plane
ticket to India.

It's all in his phone.

He was about to sell everything

and donate all the
proceeds to charity.

He wanted to save the MJC.

"Keep art free."

Must have made Delphine furious.

She made him and now
he was betraying her.

What about that
jester over there?

I will.

So you're Harry.

Art dabbler, lockpicker,
wiseass, what else?

Dogwalker extraordinaire.

Not a bad first-change bowler,
and I make a mean Cordon Bleu.

Mm. I'm a vegetarian.

I love a challenge.

I know you were
interested in Delphine

because of the Jester art.

I believe you are
an opportunist.

Aren't we all?

Margaux!

What the hell happened in here?

What happened?

Talk to me!

Genevieve gave me this.

Why didn't you tell me?

He's not only your dad.

I know, sweetie. Listen to me.

He's innocent.

I promise.

It will be okay.

Margaux.

Come here.

Leave me alone.

Lieutenant Delmasse.

Lieutenant, we found

that Triumph you
were looking for.

It's parked down at Port Canto.

- Let's go inside, now.
- Daddy, no!

Daddy, Daddy, no!

"Best dad in the world."

Come on, pretty boy, what is
it you're hiding in there?

You gotta be kidding.

No way.

"Vince Traynor"? Come on.

"Douglas," I have no idea what.

"Jean-Pierre Leon."

We meet again, Mr. King.

Oh, my God!

Or should I call you Vince
Traynor or Joe White?

Hard to keep track.

A man with several
fake passports,

identities has
something to hide.

Maybe from these clippings,

heists, forgeries.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm sorry, it's...

Camille, right?

Isn't this an
unexpected pleasure?

You must be quite schizophrenic.

Don't get up.

I assume this is a social visit.

I can't imagine Cannes
police would break and enter.

Drink?

I'm sure you don't mean to
make light of schizophrenia.

It's a very serious condition.

It's not just about
hearing voices

and multiple personalities.

Your fingerprints will
tell us all we need.

Show up on a number
of agencies, no doubt.

But I am curious.

Was it your dad who taught
you how to bend the rules?

Upholding the law on one hand
and breaking it with the other?

Don't you dare.

He changed his plea on
the day of his trial.

Isn't that quintessentially
a split personality?

Don't you wonder why?

I know I do. Well, not wonder.

Because I know why.

What do you think you know?

Two years ago, Anne-Marie
Blanchet was accused

of stealing millions of
euros from the government.

She changed her plea on
the eve of her trial,

just like your father.

Because someone got to her.

She had three children.

She still has three children.

Your father chose to stay
inside to protect you,

as every good father would.

- But who?
- Ah, well, that's the thing.

You see, I happen
to know someone,

and this is his trademark.

Tell me his name.

Oh, that I can't do.

Who are you?

What are you doing in Cannes?

You know, there are some things

that you're better off
not knowing, trust me.

Trust you?

A con man.

If I help you, then
you forget all this.

Then I'll make sure that
you get your father back

and you never see me again.

Deal?

Deal.

And I will nail your balls to
the deck of your crappy boat

if you do a runner on me.

I believe you would.

Goodbye.