Cannes Confidential (2023): Season 1, Episode 6 - Love and Let Die - full transcript

[ Seabirds crying ]

EMILIE: This is Emilie.

Who is this?

Whoever you are, please help me.

Please help me.

Oh, my God.

For fuck's sake!

[ Types ]

[ Beeping ]

How you doing?

I'm fine.



The girl, who is she?

I saw the drawing
on your boat...

"Best dad in the world."

She's my daughter.

That's why you're here?

I'm sorry. Do you
know where she lives?

What about her mother?

Enough with the
questions, Camille.

Listen, he won't hurt Emilie.

Using fear is part of
Boire's tactics, okay?

Harry, I'm worried about you.

Don't be.

[ Engine starts ]

I can look after myself.



[ Up-tempo rock music plays ]

[ Band singing in French ]

[ Cheering and laughter ]

[ Singing in French continues ]

[ Camera shutters clicking ]

[ Singing in French continues ]

[ Music fades ]

[ Singing in French resumes ]

[ Singing in French continues ]

ZINA: Celeste.

What is that?

Your goody bag's here.

It looks smaller this year.

I'll call them.

[ Laughing ] No, no,
no. I was just joking.

Take whatever you want.

Um, try the perfume.

I'll prepare lunch. Then
I'll try the perfume.

All right.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Zina?

Zina?

Sorry, I dozed off.

How were the goodies?

Did you like them?

Did you try the perfume?

[ Gasps ] Aaah!

[ Tense music plays ]

[ Theme music plays ]

LEA: Oh, no. I'm
turning into Ramzy.

CAMILLE: No movie
trivia, please.

Oh, Wicked Witch
of the East in now.

Celeste Badeaux.

What about her?

You know her?

Oh, of course you do.

- No, her assistant.
- What's going on?

Assistant's dead.
Zina Lellouche.

Zina? Dead?

NINA: Is there
an echo in here?

Wait, uh, who was Zina?

She was found dead in
Celeste's rented villa.

God, I want you there now.
The festival starts today.

So what? Afraid of paparazzis?

I would like to remind you
that the Festival of Cannes

is one of the largest
media events in the world.

- This is a big deal.
- [ Cellphone rings ]

Yes? Nina.

Go! Now!

Yeah.

Uh, Earth calling.

Zina was a blogger.

She was around my age.
An important voice.

Now silent.

[ Indistinct conversations,
phones ringing ]

I'm sorry.

Look, why don't you take
the lead on this one?

I have to meet Geneviève
about my father's new hearing.

Go. Take Ramzy.

I'll catch you later.

[ Bell rings ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Echoing ] Whoever you
are, please help me.

And cut!

Like I told you.

Two seats.

In the front row.
For your troubles.

You're one sick prick.

No, no, it's, uh,
it's for a friend.

I know he's gonna flip for this.

Harry, any news?

Not on the phone.
We need to meet.

Did you see her?

Yeah, she's fine.

Uh, Harry, I'm sorry.
Today is a hectic day.

We're preparing for
Dad's new hearing.

Okay, well, maybe later?

Yes. I'll call you.

Okay.

- So that was Harry Harry?
- Eh? Yes.

Something going on
between you two?

What? Heh. No, no.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

- I'm done with the pics.
- RAMZY: Thank you.

Okay, so, what do we have?

Okay, let me see. Yeah,
that's what I thought,

Okay, so, tongue is swollen.

See? Blood vessels burst.

Poisoning?

I'll need to analyze
the bottle for that.

But from what I can see,

it could be as simple
as an allergic reaction.

No EpiPen.

We'll need to wait
for the autopsy.

Establish the cause of death.

This is not a
crime scene... yet.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

Major Robert. May I
ask you some questions?

It feels surreal.

We were just enjoying
a normal morning

before the premiere tonight.

The usual festival madness.

When did you get into town?

I got in late last night.

Zina was already here.

Walk me through your morning.

I took a morning swim.

We received the goody
bag from the arrangers,

and I told her to
try the perfume.

[ Crying ]

LEA: I'm sorry.

It could be an
allergic reaction.

The autopsy will tell us.

Did you know if Zina
had any allergies?

[ Sniffles ]

She was always very
careful what she ate.

She was always very picky.

She prepared her own meal.

Did she have an EpiPen?

Of course.

RAMZY: Lea.

Excuse me.

Yeah?

It seems she suffered a
massive cardiac arrest

following anaphylactic shock.

So maybe food allergies?

Or the perfume.
Other theories?

I'll need to analyze
the perfume and any food

or drink she might have had.

So this could just
be an accident?

The amount required to trigger
a heart attack, let's just say,

is way more than you'd normally
find in a bottle of perfume.

She said she was going
to prepare lunch.

Make sure you got everything.

Somewhere else we could talk?

I need to know, just for
ruling out the possibility

of this not being an accident,

have you received
any threats lately

or anything unusual
on your social media?

Well, Zina handled
all my social media.

There were always the trolls and
the blabbermouths, the haters.

But nothing specific?

There's this guy, a paparazzi.

He's been chasing me ever
since I ridiculed him publicly.

And then I sued him, and I won.

Or should I say we won.

We?

The LGBTQ community.

We think our society is
free and open-minded,

but we still have
a long way to go.

Tell me about it.

Did Zina have any
immediate family?

We need to contact them.

There is a girlfriend.

Eloise. Last name?

Eloise Gans.

I don't know her very well,
but I have her address.

I'll look into the threats.

Do you have the name
of that paparazzi?

Miko Zajac.

I've already seen him outside
among the other vultures.

No restraining order?

No. It's a free
country, they say.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

And if there's anything else
you need, please let me know.

Sure.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute.

That was Celeste Badeaux.

Can you believe it?

Yes, it was. And still is.

But I'm afraid she's
not into boys, Ramz.

I didn't mean it like that.
She's a great actress, is all.

Here's the question.

Why would somebody
want Zina dead?

Or was it aimed at Celeste?

Zina, a blogger
for LGBTQ rights.

And Celeste, a famous actress,
also involved in the movement.

- A hate crime?
- Would it have to be murder?

It could be a tragic death
due to anaphylactic shock.

Like that horror movie...

Thank you, Ramz.

I hope you're right, man.

I just hope you're right.

Is that her?

Yes.

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

So far we have only one
connection to Zina's death.

Celeste accuses the paparazzi.

One suspect.

Want to fill me in?

Looking at everything at a
glance, it's a closed case.

A tragic death. An accident.

No ifs or buts.

- But?
- Well, this guy.

He threatened Celeste
after losing a court case

for slander and trespassing.

Zajac was ridiculed and
lost a lot of photo ops.

He was heavily fined.

Swore to get back at her, and
has chased her ever since.

He's staying at
some seedy hotel.

Okay, that's motive.

Do we know what triggered
the allergic reaction?

Not yet.

Celeste received a
goody bag with a perfume

we found next to the body,
but Ramz said it could be

any kind of different
drink or food.

He ransacked their kitchen.

Goody bags.

Supplied by a company
called Swag Bags.

Promotional merchandise.

I called them, and they
said all the bags are sealed

and delivered separately.

We'll have to wait for
the autopsy report.

I need to see that joker.

Celeste was here to
promote a new movie, right?

So maybe Zina wasn't
the intended target.

The bag was delivered
to Celeste, right?

Yes.

So maybe it wasn't
an allergic reaction.

Maybe it was a
reaction to poison

all made to look
like an accident.

LEA: Hmm.

If you take the paparazzi,

I'll talk to Zina's
girlfriend, Eloise.

We also need to
check Zina's blog.

She was an official pain
in the ass for many people.

Could be a motive.

Sounds like a plan.
Keep me posted.

Yep.

[ Seabirds crying ]

[ Footsteps approaching ]

- Any news?
- Oh, yeah.

Um, Durham's Ben Stokes
continue his charmed life

as England's latest
men's test captain...

The 81st, to be exact...
Convincing us all

we've been playing
the game the wrong way

for the last 150 years.

You're so British it hurts.

How's your daughter?

Oh, well, you know, she's
being followed by Julien Boire,

or one of his henchmen.

But don't worry.

I tracked down his I.P. address
using the video he sent.

That's illegal.

Yeah, so is threatening
me or my daughter.

I know.

[ Doorbell ringing ]

Hi, Eloise.

Long time.

Lea?

Can we talk inside?

Listen, I spoke to Geneviève.

She told me this
stooge's financials,

The Aloysius accounts
and Boire's threats

will make a difference.

Good for you.

They're ready to hear us out.

This will be solved.

Yeah, and I'm delighted for you,
but we still don't have Boire.

Let justice run its course.

Boire will get his eventually.

[ Laughs ] Justice.
Tricky little word.

Matter of interpretation,
I suppose.

My father will be set free.

And you'll get your
passports back.

We had a deal, remember?

And I will honor that deal.

But Boire crossed a line.

Please don't do anything stupid.

Whatever gave you that idea?

Harry, stupid blows
up in our faces.

Stupid gets us killed.

Goodness, Lieutenant.

You actually care about me.

LEA: We need to know which
kind of allergies Zina had?

She had a congenital heart
condition and serious allergies,

in particular to peanuts.

Which was all in the
public domain, right?

Absolutely. She made everyone
aware, for obvious reasons.

We didn't find an EpiPen.

What?

But she never leaves
home without it.

It's a lifesaver.

Do you think it was deliberate?

We're looking at
all possibilities

for the time being.

The autopsy report
isn't ready yet.

And you've been
together how long?

Four years.

But we've known each
other almost seven.

She was my inspiration, my...

It's an immense loss
to our community.

Miko Zajac. Do you
know that name?

He's the creep that
threatened Zina

for destroying his new camera.

He was stalking Celeste,

and Zina attacked him,
trashing the camera.

LEA: Hmm.

- What?
- It's so good seeing you.

I wish under different
circumstances.

Yes.

I'm sorry for your loss, El.

Hi. I'm looking
for Miko Zajac.

- Room 4.
- Thanks.

- [ Knock on door ]
- Mr. Zajac?

Police. Open the door.

Mr. Zajac?

Police. I'd like a word.

Why do they always have to run?

Fuck!

- Oh!
- Whoa, whoa!

[ Engine revs, tires screech ]

[ Beeps ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Intercom line rings ]

- [ Clicks]
- WOMAN: Yes?

Hello there.

I have a delivery for
Guillaume Marketing.

I'm afraid there's no
other name on there.

That's all there is.

- Yes, come in.
- [ Beeps ]

Thank you.

[ Indistinct conversation
in distance ]

Suis-Yola.

BOIRE: You listen to me.

I will never owe, and it's
your job to deal with it.

[ Tense music plays ]

[ Beeping ]

Okay, Julien.

Let's see who you've
been dealing with.

CAMILLE: [ Clears throat ]

[ Footsteps approaching ]

- Zajac?
- He did a runner.

Got these, though.

Celeste's photo
and Zina's address.

Yo, Ramz, what do you got?

So, autopsy showed that
Zina died of a heart attack,

caused by an allergic reaction.

It's now been confirmed
it was not poisoning.

And we found nothing
in the perfume.

See, anaphylaxis often
begins within minutes

after a person eats
a food or beverage

that contains an
offending allergen...

- LEA: Offending allergen?
- Well, for instance, peanut.

If you have peanut allergy.

Then say peanuts. Zina had
a serious peanut allergy.

Okay, go on, Ramz.

If you have a peanut allergy,

your body will be put in
attack mode to protect itself

from the protein causing
the allergic reaction.

The immune system
simply overreacts.

Symptoms ranging
from hives, nausea,

facial swelling, to anaphylaxis.

And in worst cases...

Death. In worst cases, death!

And Zina didn't have her EpiPen.

And a weak heart on top of that.

Wait, we still need
to find the allergen.

Okay, you inform the girlfriend.

We need to know who else
knew about her condition.

Yeah.

Zina was always so careful
about what she ate.

Had all these special menus.

She would never have
forgotten her EpiPen.

Did she write about
her heart condition?

No, just her allergies.

She didn't want anyone to
know she had a weak heart.

- So nobody knew about it?
- Very few.

Her closest family.

She wanted everyone else to see
her as this strong superwoman.

Now all that's left
of her are these.

Of us.

They're your memories.

How do you put your
arms around a memory,

touch it, feel it?

Do you ever think about us?

Don't. I have to go.

Do you?

I do.

You broke my heart.

Eloise, please. Stop.

Stop, stop.

I'm an investigator,
I can't get involved.

I'm sorry. I don't know
what I was thinking.

I lost my head. I just...

Please forgive me. Please.

I'm just so confused, and I...

I miss her.

I know.

It's okay.

[ Beeping ]

[ Typing ]

Suis-Yola.

Oh, my God.

Oh, Camille.

[ Line ringing ]

LEA: The allergies
were no secret.

They were official
through Zina's blog.

So maybe Zina was
the target all along?

A hate crime.

That leaves us once
again with the paparazzi.

You mean the vulture?

MARGAUX: What vulture?

Uh, just dealing with a case.

What are you doing here?

I've finished the den.

Everything's ready
for Dad's homecoming.

Oh. Court still
has to decide, mm?

That's why I stopped by.

Geneviève called.
It's official.

Dad will be released tomorrow.

Bring it in. Come on.

This time everything's
gonna be okay.

- [ Cellphone rings ]
- Oh, sorry.

Delmasse. Yes?

- I'm happy for you.
- Thanks, Lea.

Copy that.

Miko Zajac has been spotted.

No way.

Who the hell is he waiting for?

Incoming. Two o'clock.

I'll be damned.

Have you no morals?

Everyone hold. Stay alert.

Morals don't pay the bills.

I really hope you burn in hell.

Come, now, you brought
it on yourself.

Fuck you!

Sorry for your loss.

Whatever.

I'll see you at the premiere.

Get lost.

Okay, move in, move in.

[ Sirens wailing ]

[ Tires screeching ]

Oh, no.

ZAJAC: You bitch.

LEA: You are both under arrest

for the murder of
Zina Lellouche.

[ Car doors opening
and closing ]

You're barking up the wrong
tree here, Lieutenant.

Who pays your wages? The
local clown association?

Why did Celeste pay you money?

For some photos I took.

I'm a photographer. I take
pictures for a living.

Dirty pictures.

That's up for interpretation.

You invade people's privacy,

sell intimate photos
just for profits,

not giving a damn
about how many lives

are destroyed in the process.

The fans want to know what
happens in the bedroom.

In explicit details.

They want skin.
It's human nature.

What was your
arrangement with Celeste?

Why did you meet?

I was being
blackmailed by Zajac.

Why?

He had pictures.

Of you?

Of me and... and Zina.

He threatened to leak them
on all the porn sites.

ZAJAC: Well, they were
a really cute couple.

My lucky day.

You wouldn't believe
the quality...

you can see everything.

I mean everything.

- What the fuck?
- Breathe.

You can think of me
whatever you like.

I don't care.

But why would I kill this
Zina over a lousy camera?

Over my livelihood?

Celeste paid me to get
rid of the pictures.

You would make a great model.

If you're interested in
making some extra cash,

I can give you my card.

Knock it off.

I had no problem of us going
public, but not like that.

He threatened to defile
something beautiful

for profit.

And even after Zina was dead.

I'm sorry.

What about Eloise?

Did she know about you and Zina?

Zina didn't want to hurt her.

She wanted to wait to tell her.

I loved Zina deeply.

She made me feel like
no one ever had before.

So, Celeste and Zina
were having an affair.

Question is, who besides
Zajac knew about it?

And why would Celeste
kill her lover?

You mean, did Eloise know?

Eloise was my high school crush.

I was madly in love.

Pure passion and sex.

We were young.

Oh, details. Why not?

Sorry.

I should have told
you about her.

It came as a shock for me too.

Oh, no worries.

I... I just realized that
my high school experience

really was not the same.

- Never too late.
- [ Chuckles ]

[ Door opens ]

Hi.

- This just came for you.
- Thank you.

[ Door closes ]

What is this?

Dinner invitation.

Harry.

Cheers.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Engine starts ]

Wow.

Do you know, I was
beginning to wonder.

Normally, a handwritten
invitation gets a reply.

In my experience.

Well, I took some time
to make up my mind.

Do you mind, Captain?

No. Glad you did.

Welcome aboard.

Thank you.

After you.

This isn't a date...

- Uh...
- is it?

No, no, it's, um...

Why can't a man and
a woman enjoy dinner

without it being called a date?

No, t-this is a friendly
bite between friends,

This is a meal
between colleagues.

This is a supper
for kindred spirits.

Mm. More like
partners in crime.

Um, yeah.

That reminds me.
We had a deal.

And I believe you held up
your end of the bargain.

Dad's being released tomorrow.

[ Laughs ] Uh...

It's still considered
an offense,

using fake credentials.

Now, please, sit.

I hope you enjoy these
humble offerings.

You look very nice.

As opposed to...

As opposed to nothing.
You look nice.

Thank you.

I guess.

Tell me, you don't have a
string quartet hidden somewhere,

ready to jump out.

I'm not really
the romantic type.

I knew you weren't
the romantic type.

So, no. No string quartet.

But you are starting to
sound like it's a date again?

And it isn't.

- No.
- Definitely a "no" in that box.

Yes.

I mean, a "no."

- No.
- In that box.

- RAMZY: Where's the lieutenant?
- On a date.

Oh, nice.

Well, so, I found the
offending allergen

that triggered the
anaphylactic shock.

So, Zina was a
devout vegan, right?

And in the salad we found
large traces of peanut extract.

Someone knew Zina
to be allergic.

The peanut extract was
mixed with balsam vinegar.

Do we know who
prepared the lunch?

Was it Zina or somebody else?

I know who. And I know why.

- We need a search warrant.
- Oh, I'll get one.

Okay.

♪ Oooh

♪ Hoo-ah-oooh-ooh

♪ Oooh

This invitation
was an odd touch.

Mm? Why?

Is this your way of trying
to mix business and pleasure?

There's something
I need to tell you.

If this was a date,

I would probably
want to kiss you.

If this was a date, I
probably couldn't resist.

But this isn't a date, is it?

No, this isn't a date, is it?

I've tracked down Julien Boire.

Okay, mood killer. What?

I'm sorry, I have in my
possession certain documents,

evidence, all his
dirty little secrets.

Aloysius. You
remember the name?

Of course you do. It's
your grandfather's name.

Why didn't you say what the
name meant when I asked you?

This all concerns
a power struggle

within a criminal network,

sending one of
their own to prison,

and using one of
their fixers to do it.

And that's why Julien
Boire has been in Cannes.

Your father's not innocent.

He's guilty.

This is bullshit.

Philippe was in too deep.

He couldn't get
out, and believe me,

I know what that's like.

Oh, I bet you do.

Listen, you have no idea who
you're dealing with here.

It's a hydra.

You cut off one head,
and two more grow back.

If your father is released
from prison tomorrow,

trust me, Camille, they
will track him down

and they will kill him
because he knows too much.

I'm sorry to break this to you,

but you are just...
You're a small-town cop,

and this is beyond
your pay grade.

Thank you for the dinner.

Well, that went well.

[ Knock on door ]

I'm sorry, but I have
a search warrant.

What's happening?

There it is.

Got it.

Please, put on something
and come with me.

- Coffee?
- Thanks.

How was your date?

It was definitely not a date.

She's in there.

You're too emotionally involved.

I'll handle the interrogation.

[ Door opens and closes ]

[ Beeps ]

I wanted to punish her

for making me feel so
needy, so jealous, so angry.

It felt like I couldn't
breathe without her,

couldn't live without her.

Have you ever loved
someone so much,

you'd throw yourself off
a bridge for that person

without the
slightest hesitation?

That's why they call
it crazy in love.

When did you find out
about Celeste and Zina

having an affair?

Zina had many affairs.

But this was different.

How so?

Celeste could make Zina feel
in a way that I never could.

And you resented her for it?

Zina was about to leave me.

She loved Celeste, not me, so...

I took her EpiPen
before she left.

CAMILLE: Her lifesaver.

ELOISE: [ Sobbing ]

And you prepared her lunch.

If you couldn't have
Zina, then nobody would.

I'm sorry.

The things we do for love.

Feelings aren't logical.

I have to go to the courthouse.

- Yeah.
- Time for my dad to come home.

I'll always have your
back, no matter what.

You know that, don't you?

[ Camera shutters clicking ]

Thank you,
Geneviève. Thank you.

Oh, my darling Margaux.

- I'm so happy you're back.
- Margaux.

So happy to see you again.

MARGAUX: I just
can't believe it.

PHILIPPE: You know Geneviève.

Here to crash the party?

Philippe isn't the
man you think he is.

This is a defining
moment for you, Camille.

So I should take
advice from you,

a con man, a common criminal
hiding from the law?

The "con" comes
from "confidence."

The confidence a
daughter owes her father,

a city its chief of police.

That confidence gives
the magician the power

to deceive his audience... you!

He's coming. I better go.

- Dad.
- Camille dear.

- Finally.
- Camille.

[ Gunshot ]

PHILIPPE: [ Grunts ]

[ Groans ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Beeping rhythmically ]

[ Music bleeding
through earbuds]

[ Music stops]

Hi, Emilie.

Who are you?

Do you remember this?

You drew it for me
a long time ago.

After I'd been away on a trip.

I promise I won't leave it
so long again next time.

Dad?

[ Sobs ]

I'm here now.

[ Music continues ]

[ Breathing deeply ]

CAMILLE: Dad.

PHILIPPE: [ Groans softly ]

Welcome back.

Oh, boy.

No need to cry.

But, Dad, there is.

I saw the lines in
your bank account.

I'm everything you
taught me to be.

So, I need to know...

as a former chief of police,

what would you have me do?

WOMAN: You had one
job, and you blew it.

Failing on such an easy target.

BOIRE: I won't
disappoint you again.

Well, we'll see if you
deserve a second chance.

Don't trust anyone, Cami.
This leads much higher.

[ Tense music playing ]

[ Theme music plays ]