Capitaine Marleau (2014–…): Season 3, Episode 7 - La Reine des Glaces - full transcript
(She screams)
It's high.
(Yodels)
(Yodels)
(Mechanical grinding)
Well; well then.
Hey, move forward!
Hey-oh! What's happening?
Someone there?
Is it "French Fried Vacation IV"?
GET OUT OF THAT
BODY, MICHEL BLANC!
QUEEN OF THE ICE
It's open every day,
Sunday included.
The price?
-10 euros.
No! No! No!
How do you count past your salchow?
Put it there,
all your energy.
I passed it a hundred times.
Are you waiting for him
to do everything?
Dad, we're worn out.
How are you?
Let's go.
Go on!
Courage, children!
How are you, darling?
You did it on purpose.
It's him.
No-
-STOP IT!
Come on.
I don't like that.
You need treatment.
And the show is in three days!
How are you?
-Yeah, I'm fine.
Lucie!
Replace her! Come on!
Thank you.
I'm sorry.
Good, come on, come on!
Honey, listen-
(Swan Lake begins)
Make it shorter
-Must not exaggerate.
It's wonderful, thank you.
Can I skate?
Put it back in its place.
See you tomorrow.
I have the role, darling!
I'm going to skate the Swan
in front of Phillipe Becker.
(Cries out)
(On phone) Hello? What's going
on? Lucie, can you hear me?
(Humming)
Spent the night up there, it force-fed me.
Let me introduce myself:
I'm Adjutant Chabert.
Chabert? Like a chabert? Which way?
Over there.
-Hurry up!
The victim was Lucie Engelberg, 21,
a member of Begodeau's troupe.
Well then, say it.
It's an ice bomb.
Maybe she was on the phone.
Yes, in Bouvier.
Like a shepherd? Definitely.
She told him she got the lead role.
He lived her murder, live.
There's two witnesses?
-Why two?
If you look closely, you'll
see a surveillance camera,
which was no protection,
since there is a corpse.
Crazy, a live crime:
my first snuff film.
But there's- there,
With the balaclava
we won't see much.
I don't see it.
How'd he get in?
I was on a coffee break.
Captain?
-Eh?
There's 3 witnesses.
The schoolgirl saw a guy in a balaclava
leave the rink.
That's great.
Keep watching this and
I'll go question her.
Thanks.
Maelle?
So, what did you see?
I forgot my bag in the rink.
So I went back for it.
And then a guy came out,
With a balaclava.
-A hood?
You didn't see his face?
-Yes.
Outside, he pulled it up to see.
Like that.
Did you recognize him?
No, but he was looking in his
pockets for something,
and his fly was open.
All green?
Idiots. His fly- Never mind.
We'll do a photo-fit tomorrow.
Here.
Did you know Lucie well?
A little, I come 3 times a week.
Ah! And how was she? Nice?
Hmm.
-Hmm mmm?
Nothing more.
Okay, thanks.
See you tomorrow!
See you tomorrow.
What's this?
I got the wrong key.
You really are a chabert!
What are you looking for?
A meaning to my life.
Last week we took the cash
after the hockey game.
Ah, good?
You're not that razor sharp.
Because I didn't shave?
It's complicated at home.
(Sniffs)
That smells like the clue.
Ah! Oh damn, that's a horror!
Stay there, I'm going in alone.
I go alone.
Ah! I knew it!
Look, he left his car keys.
You knew it?
-Come.
Quick, run!
Oh fuck!
-Whoa!
How infectious.
His fly was open,
and he was feeling his pockets.
Which means?
Which MEANS?
I don't know, I've lost
my way right now.
It means that his car is
still around here,
and you are going to turn everything
over and find it for me.
Go on. Run, Forrest, run!
I said: RUN!
How are you, my darling?
-Good, and you?
How are you?
-Very well.
LA LA LA LA LA
Who is that?
LA LA LA!
There you go.
What are you doing?
Well, I see,
Lucie is still warm, you're skating
on her grave.
We are preparing a show as
a tribute to Lucie.
A tribute, oh despair!
It's freezing out on the ice, no?
Lucie loved being on the ice.
She'll be missed, especially by me.
By you? Not by everyone.
Of course, yes.
Are you going to make
a potpourri?
Not too rotten.
-Ha ha ha!
A comedy show, I see.
She had the lead role?
She would've been great.
Not dead.
We're going to make the call!
This isn't bad.
A tribute called "American Night."
Well, I prefer "Highlander,"
personally.
To each his own.
"Choreographer: Begodeau."
Who's he?
-It's me.
Are you the boss? Saw your coat...
"Former European champion."
No kidding?
I'll sign up for lessons.
Okay.
There are other Begodeaus:
"Star family on ice."
Who's "Adam Begodeau"?
-That's me.
You? Huh.
You're Prince Charming.
-That's right.
What I'm seeking.
You're the little brother to-
He's my son.
No kidding?
It's a preservative, the ice.
My goodness!
So; "Jacqueline Longueville"!!!
That's me.
I'm volunteer costume designer.
-Volunteer?
Yeah?
An intermittent stitching job,
bravo.
So next we have: "Steve Duteil"!
His father sings? Steve Duteil!
Steve Duteil, who's he?
-That's me.
We know each other.
-Yes.
Ski rentals.
-I sponsor the show.
A commercial alliance. You're
the Black Prince. Off.
"Students Mareva, Sofia, Maelle,
Vanessa, Magali, Alexandra, Celia"!
And finally, "Princess Coin-Coin:
Salome Revel"?
Well, that's not Lucie.
Where is Princess Coin-Coin?
We haven't seen Salome
since the murder.
I tried her cell phone, but
my wife doesn't answer.
That's your wife?
-Mmm hmm.
It's his wife.
It's not serious.
So she's the mother of your son?
No, Salome is my second wife.
Why give your second wife's
role to Lucie?
Doesn't that make her your third?
Listen to me!
Last night, at the rehearsal, Salome
twisted her ankle.
She had to be replaced.
Lucie knows the role,
from watching Salome rehearse.
She followed her.
-Groupie mode.
So the groupie stole the show
from the headliner.
I'd like a coffee, please?
I'm sure Salome understood.
Look me in the hair, I see you're lying.
Jacqueline, no need to lie.
They pull each other's legs a little,
it's normal in this place.
A little?
They got into trouble.
Salome threatened Lucie
if she did it backwards.
-Threatened?
Empty threats, it was nothing.
"Oh yeah?" How?
She stole the part from your wife,
who was then found dead.
When do we stop erasing the
queen as soon as she gets old?
No idea. Really.
-Not worried?
I'll remind you that a guy who loves
killing is walking around.
You should go home, sir.
-No.
I'm staying with the troupe.
I'll go with you.
I'm not young enough for him?
Forget it.
Hello, Chabert?
Issue a Wanted notice. Yeah.
Revel, Salome. R-E-V-E-L.
ADAM!
She won't let go of Salome.
Should I look for her?
-Yes, quickly.
Okay.
You don't think
that she...
-I think nothing
DO. YOU. KNOW. WHERE.
YOUR SISTER. IS?
(Jacqueline) Why do you suspect her?
Maelle saw a hooded man
leave the ice rink.
(Marleau) She was able to see him,
the man with the balaclava.
Ah! To do the dirty work.
How-
-Yes, or maybe not.
It's boring because you have to find
the sponsor, who is the general partner,
and it makes more work for the cops.
Double penalty.
Twenty gods, it's woody!
ANYONE THERE?
There's nobody.
OH!
A hanged skater.
Not yet.
Ah.
A heated plasma screen.
A little low.
Yeah.
Oh. Achoo.
"Spring Trophy."
Is it sparkling water?
It doesn't say.
Nothing of note.
"Greli-grelo."
That, and that, I love it.
Queen Of The Ice!
What do you mean "deglace"?
Hey!
He was beautiful.
Like a Hollywood "star."
He was a great champion.
-Oh yes?
How did he end up doing
rotten shows?
A sports career doesn't last forever.
As a trainer, he believed he could
put Salome on the podium, but OK.
What?
Many are called, few are chosen.
I imagine they must venerate her,
Mother Salome.
But the fact is, for Salome,
skating in her forties-
What? Even in her 50s, is that
a problem?
Oh my, no! Salome has heart.
Tense, huh?
Who's this in the photo?
Sebastian, his little brother.
It's thanks to Salome that he's
ice rink manager.
She's taking care of him.
Because Thierry understood so well,
to keep the sister, he adopted
the brother.
AH!
Reminds me of Adamo: "Girls
By The Sea."
(Dogs barking)
(Car approaching)
(Car door)
You're a monster, you disgust me.
You had Lucie killed!
I never-
-You destroy everything, you're poison!
Adam...
-I wish you'd never joined the family.
I never want to see you again.
That cop is looking for you.
Da da da-da-
Hi!
-da-da da da-
-da da da da-da da da da da-
I'm crazy, yo.
OK, honey?
You found Salome Revel?
I'm no novice.
And you?
Nothing more on my side.
Pooh, that sucks.
By the way, I asked to be removed
from the case.
What, I'm doing this all alone,
is that it?
My wife is headed for the door.
She reproached, and I quote,
my "filthy nullity."
I consult to break a deadlock,
While you need someone a little more...
solid to support you.
Are you finished, Calimero?
Are we going to work?
Lazy! Anything to not work!
The ears: sticking out more, or less?
I don't really know, I wonder
if the balaclava hid them.
-I need to know.
If she says "balaclava up to your
ears," do it like that.
What does it mean?
Well;
last time I asked you if Lucie was nice.
You said "Mmm, yeah." What does
"Mmm, yeah" mean?
Once I forgot my bag at the rink.
Lucie was still there on the ice,
In front of Mr. Begodeau.
-Which Begodeau?
Erm, The "real" one, Thierry.
Really? The old one?
What was he doing?
Well...
What?
-She was undressing.
Undressing?!
-Yeah.
What, this concerns you?
We're discussing.
Get back to YouPorn.
And after that?
She saw I saw them.
She ran after me,
she shook me and shouted at me:
"Say nothing, or I'll smash you."
-"I'll smash you"?
What now, Chabert?
Can we talk?
-About?
Hey, come over here.
Put yourself in the light. Let's
see your face.
Three-quarter profile.
See what he's making.
That looks like you.
The photo-fit looks like you!
Whad'ya say?
Someone asking for you.
-Who's that?
Ah.
Hello, ma'am Salome.
I confess to Lucie's murder.
-Oh yeah?
Is that so; less work for us.
My office?
Continue with the picture.
Come, ma'am Salome.
Sit down.
No, there.
Warning.
1, 2, test.
Go for it.
What about?
Whoever, including what and where.
I saw him at the market.
Who?
-Peter.
Peter. A real one, or Falk?
An Australian.
-Oh.
We both-
It was-
I saw him from afar, he was beautiful.
He was watching me.
Oh.
I seemed to recognize him. It was
like that, love at first sight.
Two beings connecting.
Ah, "because it was him, because
it was me," like that?
Exactly!
I think it sounds a little hokey.
You do?
-Thhppt.
It was like a movie.
Everything was a blur,
but he was sharp.
"Sharp!" Not you.
"A man, a woman," blah blah blah,
It stinks of le louche*\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h
plagiarism, Mrs. Claude. *fishy
Fear of love?
-It's boring.
We were lovers the first night.
-Original!
In the morning, seeing the Toile de
Jouy, I said to myself:
"Remember this moment."
Play on the walls, it's nice.
Last name, first name, name
of the hotel, I'll check it out.
I'll tell you.
Very well. So I don't really
understand love stories,
what's it all about?
He killed her for me.
To do what?
She was a schemer, also she had
designs on my husband, it was too much.
He's a cuckold, and can't do the same?
And Australopithecus, he
told you okay?
He had to put on a balaclava
and wait for her at the rink.
And he said: "Darling, I go to kill it"?
Yes, anything for love.
Very well. And what did he beat
her with, for instance?
I don't know, I'm going to discuss
shit with you.
Okay, good. CHABERT!
Show me.
Thanks, honey.
Does your Australopithecus look
like this?
Absolutely.
-That's it. And where is he?
In Australia.
-Shit! He may be an arsonist.
Take ma'am Salome's statement.
Me, I'm going to see a
guy about a Lucie.
I met her here, she was a waitress.
At Begodeau, you can starve.
Oh yeah? Like shift work.
They're rats, they never helped her.
Skating was her life. Like
me and football.
I'll show you a photo.
That's me.
That's you?
-Yes.
Were you pro?
-No.
I have a bad knee.
-Oh yes. What about your liver?
Yeah.
And what are you doing now?
-Looking for work.
Lulu wasn't staying in their
seedy troupe.
She was going to shine.
That made someone envy her.
Yes, and she said she was
too good for me.
Nice!
Even if you stood to receive
a Nobel Prize.
I'll never find another one like her.
Look for a guy.
-Huh.
I checked the account given by Salome
Revel in her statement
And so?
Well, everything's false
from A to Z: no one's seen an
Australian anywhere,
there's no Toile de Jouy in the hotel.
She's a mytho.
Mytho, mytho and a half.
Well, preach the false to know the
real, not the other way around.
(Knocks)
Ma'am Salome?
Good news: You can go.
-Sorry?
Go take a shower, it starts
to suck, eh?
You can't.
Gendarmes, we can do anything.
But I killed her.
You already talked about culprits,
it's boring if true or not.
Not true?
So, innocent person, thank you.
Come on, outside.
I told you everything.
What, your romantic movie story?
I'm fine with it; anyway,
I prefer Ricky Gervais.
I have doubts you killed the kid.
Why are you lying? To protect someone?
Are you kidding?
This should be fun.
Why are you lying?
I'm telling the truth.
No, why are you indulging in this?
I would stop you, but
I don't understand.
Well, I'm listening.
Nothing? So, outside.
I could do something stupid.
Where have you been?
-At the Gendarmerie.
It was necessary to try.
I confessed.
-Confessed what?
The murder.
I don't understand.
-Like always.
You killed Lucie?
It's not working, you're not well.
Can you imagine me having her killed?
What did Marleau say?
-She didn't believe me.
Come here.
I'm tired.
Your son told me that I'm a monster.
He's right.
No, shhh. Calm down.
I'm not getting drunk?
-No.
You support me?
I love you.
It's cold.
-Here.
Good morning, Arnaud.
Dad?
Has Salome recovered?
Don't fuck with me, I saw you.
What?
-You made her fall.
You thought you were discreet.
Yes, you see everything!
It was an accident.
What are you playing at, Adam?
Is something wrong?
Why?
You want to talk about it?
Why do you hate her?
She walks all over you. She's crazy.
Don't stay today.
(Siren)
(Sigh)
The carrier isn't responding about
unlocking Lucie's mobile.
Have you tried her date of birth?
Yeah.
-It didn't work?
Good-
(Spanish) Come here, man!
Captain.
-We don't have a hacker?
Yes, for 3 or 4 more hours.
Give him this and tell him to
unlock it.
Right, Captain.
-Thanks.
Something, anything?
-Pfft. Nada.
An empty hallway for hours and hours.
Like a brainscan on the way to nothingness.
Oh look!
What the hell is he doing?
Flirting! Interesting.
Even when it's nothing,
one must enjoy life
and its advantages.
I'll leave you.
Take over. I'm fed up with this.
Good luck.
-Okay, I'll do it.
(Siren)
Captain.
It's unlocked, Captain.
Ah, cool! Thanks, honey.
What does it say?
Text: blah, blah, blah.
Ah!
Sebastian Revel!
Revel, The Bolero.
No? OK.
"I can expose everything too."
Expose what?
Let me go!
Eat me!
-Let me go!
Let me go!
-HO!
What did the acne sufferers want?
Nothing, we were chatting.
If they chat too much, 'Warning!'
It's not serious.
I won't tell you again!
"Do not enter." I do what I want.
Warning, huh?
I'm not here.
Thank you, miss!
-Thank you, miss!
Sorry.
Oh hi!
Why the auditions?
It's for the Swan, for the tribute.
Philippe Becker is coming.
Rouflaquettes and golden tights?
-That was 20 years ago.
They're very good friends.
-Oh?
The salchow now!
They represented France.
Philippe recruits for Wonder Ice.
OK; the memorial for Lucie is bogus.
Finish, yes?
-Sorry.
Steve, your hand! You go-
OH!
It's not possible.
He has the eye.
(Whistles)
Thank you, miss!
What are you doing?
It's the auditions.
With your damaged ankle?
I want to go on. Are you ready?
It's absurd!
What can I say?
Cancel the others.
Are you in pain?
-No.
Good evening. -Need help?
No thanks.
No, it's okay, thanks.
Don't worry about if I can skate.
I don't care about Marleau.
You said my name, "Marleau"!
-No, not at all.
Hey. Well done, him.
The Axel Bauer triples, tops.
TOPS, YOUR SISTER'S BIG SHOW!
You're not answering; do you
read lips? Doesn't he read lips?
We use sign language.
Tell him I'm taking him in.
-Why?
Are you a lawyer?
No, but why?
Why did you lie?
You have to go with her to
the Gendarmerie.
It's your text: "I can tell
everything too."
What did that mean?
"I don't remember.
I always send messages,
texting is easier for me."
Yeah? Think. What did you want
to tell her?
"I remember.
It was the autocorrect.
I wanted to write 'report,'
but it put 'tell'."
Yeah, it's stupid.
But 'report' what?
"The equipment.
Lucie wanted to take it,
but I offered to do it myself."
It's convenient, this translation.
It gives you time to think a bit
before answering, no?
Your sister:
she accused herself of a crime to
protect you?
Is she a hen sister?
"My sister knows I have nothing
to do with this murder."
Yes, yes, it's your sister.
Your handicap is a good fallback
sometimes, eh?
You hear me? No? Let's go,
get out, Bernardo.
Should I translate?
-No.
Captain?
-Well?
My brother is disabled, the
danger is from others.
No, just abuse of power.
Tell her!
-Yes, "tell her."
Is he in custody?
Pfft!
There are so many people in custody.
We have a lawyer, a high school
student, a firefighter.
Follow me. We don't know anymore.
Where is he?
I want to say: In my basement.
So Adam did it on purpose
to make you fall?
Huh, Curly?
You must have seen him.
Nothing escapes you.
-He said that to clear me.
A mistake, it happens to everyone.
An error made 250,000 times is an error,
and this one is too.
One says: "Liar like Begodeau," is that it?
It's pretty.
Come on, move.
Sorry, but she's past her time,
ma'am Salome.
She was incredible, but not eternal.
Well yeah, past 25 a chick is
worth nothing.
Like skaters: too old or too black,
or too "purple."
Lucie, she's good, white meat.
The poor thing!
"Poor"?
-Yeah.
She was a real bitch!
She would have sold her mother.
Think of the savings.
She was part of the Salome fan club?
She polished her shoes.
And then, in the end: "whacked
her leg"! Pardon the vulgarity.
I'm shocked. Vulgarity is not my thing.
Ah:
If she was so corrupt, why didn't
she sleep with her boss?
He didn't interest her. Keep a secret?
No, I'm a cop. Go on.
One day, I saw Adam leaving
a hotel.
-No! So what?
Guess with who?
(Gasps) With who?
-Lucie.
Lucie, really?
She didn't want to tell me, but
there were receipts.
Real or fake? Ha, we laugh a lot.
So, in-out, in-out.
I would have done the same.
You wouldn't have slept in
the bathtub?
Okay, so long, soldier.
Anyone?
-Yes?
Oh, hi.
Do you do illegal abortions?
It's true that... Anyway...
Have there been reservations in
the name of Begodeau, Adam?
I won't say.
Gendarmerie Nationale, etc.
Yes, Adam Begodeau reserved a room
every Thursday.
Ah, okay;
when was the first time?
You don't know?
Ah, I'm itchy. What's itching me?
Ah!
A little 20.
I'll put it there
so no one gets infected.
Everybody!
It had been going on for six months.
Last Thursday he cancelled,
because of a small
impediment.
He had a little problem on
that subject
Do you recognize this lovely person?
Was he with her?
No, it's me before my transition.
Well?
It's possible.
Ah! We're educating ourselves!
Ah, sexual misery.
Is that your granddaughter?
She doesn't look like you.
Huh, basic straight. It disgusts me.
Phew!
Aiming ovaries in the hole.
Like my Lulu.
-Bad news.
There can be no worse.
-Than death?
Backbiting, gossip. It's drooling
a lot on Lulu.
The absent are wrong.
But what is wrong?
-Being a chick.
Maybe you're bothering a chick.
For those stuck in a bubble, there are
two kinds of girls.
The old and boring, like me: bitches.
And the young and beautiful,
like your Lulu: whores.
She wasn't a whore!
Is that so. Weren't you a cuckold?
Cuckold, no.
Okay, she treated me like shit,
but she loved me.
If you say so.
I slammed.
We all die one day. Move over.
Here, don't tire yourself too much.
Oof.
Need a hand?
-No thank you.
You sure? It looks heavy.
Stop!
Do you talk or do I break
your glottis?
Talk about what?
Well talk about
confidential stuff. You, get out.
So!
(Whistles)
Let's talk hotels.
You know the Beausejour Hotel?
You went there with Lucie, right?
You're assuming.
Then I'll assume.
You could've told me before.
-Sorry.
What's changed
The cellphone. Yes.
You could have knocked down
the mother in law
to give Lucie the role.
Are you kidding?
-You're a dude.
Something I don't understand:
Why didn't you want it known
that Lucie and you "ham-ham"?
In my opinion she's not bad.
It's my private life, and
there was Freddy.
At the moment, he's elsewhere.
Let me apologize, there's
nothing between you
except 20 kilos of muscle.
He has questionable friends.
And you're world champion.
No.
-Not like daddy?
Go shower, you stink.
Ah.
Phew.
Ah!
How are you?
This is pretty.
Are you moving?
I'll have to.
-Where?
Toledo, Ohio.
In the States?
Yes, not Brazil.
Wonder Ice is over there.
What is this, Salome?
Becker says he can't wait
to see me.
This isn't bad:
"2 rooms, bright kitchen, quiet,
with balcony."
You're really going to join Wonder Ice?
You didn't take your chance when it came.
I can't let this chance pass.
Listen to me, Salome?
-Yes.
Look at me.
Philippe comes to look for new talent.
New talent.
He wants new blood.
You are formidable-
-My passport;
is it valid?
Yes, phew.
Don't touch anything, don't
erase my settings!
Don't look like that.
You'll come see me.
(Siren)
Good news.
-The National Assembly dissolved?
No. I couldn't find the station wagon,
so I asked dealers.
What'd they say?
-He's in your office, waited a while.
His name's Mr. Butcher, and-
he's a baker.
Did you eat clown?
Different creamery.
No, I- it's crazy but it's true!
Are you Senor Bouche?
Sit, be welcome.
So, I'm listening, what is it?
Well, I closed the shop around
8 or 8:15 pm,
when I saw this guy.
He looked suspicious, and
the Volvo beat-up.
What color?
Blue-purple.
He started to get angry about
the car.
I dunno how to label him.
He was really weird.
Surprising.
I was speechless.
In any case, it was an altered car
and you were speechless.
Chabert? Where is he.
Olivier?
Have you seen Chabert?
-No.
Chabert? Have you seen Chabert?
Shit. Romain,
have you seen Chabert?
Look downstairs.
CHABERT?
There you are.
Search for a beat-up station wagon,
blue-violet with broken glass.
OK?
-OK.
You're sulking. Still have problems
with your wife?
No, I had planned to take her to this.
Show me.
Hey-
That's why we can't go.
Salome, Lucie. Lucie, Salome.
She was in Salome's costume.
In that case it's Salome
they wanted to kill,
capisci, consigliere?
Pick.
Weird. I don't understand.
Maybe you should think calmly
about Becker.
No, let's not come back to that.
Do you see anything else?
Draw 2 cards.
There is a man.
What does it mean? Death?
(Knocking)
All right? Am I disturbing?
What're you doing?
Ah!
The Grim Reaper.
Does it mean harvesting wheat,
or more work for me?
You don't believe that, Captain.
I believe in death, real as iron.
I need to talk to you, ma'am Salome.
What do you want?
Does it bother you having the
same name as some shoes?
Was it aimed at me?
Possibly. She had your dress on.
Does someone want to fuck you up?
No idea. Everyone's mad at me.
Well- a paranoiac often has
good reason.
Do you have an enemy,
for example?
Maybe the butcher, I owe him money.
Or the cleaning lady.
I wrongly accused her of stealing.
Aw shit.
No, you're kidding? You write funny stuff.
Me, I'm not kidding with your safety.
Let me introduce you to someone.
(Spanish) Come here, man!
This is Officer Shadow.
-Hello, ma'am.
Here's how it is: he'll follow you.
Like the shadow of his shadow,
your hand, or your dog.
Above all, don't lose him.
Nonsense, I'm not going to have
a gendarme on my butt all day.
But he's beautiful, and there's
a killer around.
He missed once, he could strike again.
You didn't say you were
going to surveil me.
You're not Assange.
You're a skater, not a whistleblower.
This isn't the time.
Becker is coming tomorrow.
Now, follow her!
Go, to her room!
Ah?
She thinks Becker is going to
take her away on his white horse,
and she'll become some kind of star.
Why would she want to keep
working, retirement age is 70.
Skating is tough.
-Go tell him that.
Why doesn't her husband tell her?
Maybe he wants to be rid of her.
He only has to divorce.
He was happy to leave his first wife.
He gave her a salon.
The cards told you?
His first wife is me.
No kidding?
Oh. You're Junior's mom?
Well then, say it: You got dumped,
but you stayed.
To polish shoes, right?
-To be close to my son.
What a good idea.
It's constructive to see his mother
humiliated every day.
How're you doing, Mr. Bigoudis?
Hey, it turns out the killer wanted
to kill Salome.
No, impossible!
-Yes, it's crazy. Oh yeah.
Your wife is annoying.
Yes, but I like her like that.
-And Lucie,
how did you like her? As a snack?
I see where you're going.
-Oh yes?
She wanted to go all the way,
but I said no.
And you told your wife there is
no hope with Boris Becker?
The profession will take care of her.
Yes, if it doesn't end up at
the HP before.
The first time we met, she had
a bad attitude.
I was judging a championship,
they wanted to put her in last place.
She crosses the ice, stops
in front of me,
and says: "They messed with my blade!
I deserve better!"
I couldn't calm her down.
"You didn't see it, shut up!"
I fell in love.
You increased her ranking?
Well no, I married her.
"Yes! Come!"
Not now.
I want to apologize, I behaved
like a jerk.
Let's stay friends, for dad.
(Scoffs)
Can you hear yourself?
"Please, ma'am, can we be friends?"
Poor guy.
I'm extending my hand here.
Unless you wanted to kill me.
-What?
You hired a guy to kill me.
Bad luck, he got Lucie.
Instead of me.
Believe it.
That's stupid.
-It's the truth.
(Spanish) Hola, que pasa?
She accused the stepson of
wanting to kill her.
Very weird.
Hey!
Assassination equals perpetuation.
Is he protecting her, or spying on her?
-Occupational hazard.
Are you implicating Salome?
-No! I only made assumptions, that's all.
It's a nightmare.
-Do you want me to prove everything?
Stop your circus.
-You first.
And maybe I'll let you go.
OK, I left something out before.
(Whispering)
Becker is here!
Delighted to be here.
Far from the assholes
who won't let go of me!
This is back to basics.
Want to trade places?
-No!
Hello, how are you doing?
All right?
It's been a long time.
What a pleasure!
Mr. Becker, may I have your autograph?
-Yes! What's your name?
Maelle.
-Nice name.
Thanks.
-Thanks.
-There, Maelle.
Ah; fame!
Pass the audition?
Hi, have an audition?
Hey! Nellie Oleson!
Leave my girlfriend alone!
It'll be okay.
So, come on, honey.
Eat? They're Belgian.
No thanks.
-Eat, I'm telling you.
(Swan Lake begins)
It's better, no?
Supple!
Sublime!
Go watch the signora.
Discreetly!
Magnificent! An artist on the ice!
Magnificent, total control. Grace.
-Oh yes?
Yes.
-All the better.
I thought about you so much.
"Phillipe is here, I mustn't mess up."
No need to worry, it's only me.
It's good?
-For?
The contract. Now you're going
with me, but
do you know the timing?
I have some things to sort
out first.
Yes, of course, we'll think about it.
I'll call you.
Okay? I want to see the others.
OK.
-OK, see you later, OK?
I'm happy!
Hey handsome brunette!
Think you were going
to disappear?
OK?
-Yes.
I'll be quick, I have to leave.
Welcome to Wonder Ice.
Truly?
-Yes.
Great!
-Decide quickly, call me.
Yes.
-Without fail.
Captain!
-What?
No selfies, they bore me.
-One second.
Please, I have a request.
-What?
I need the costume Lucie wore,
that terrible evening.
It's impossible, it's evidence.
I would also point out that, like
guilt, the blood must be washed.
It's for measurements, I'll give it back.
Who asked for this costume?
-Nobody.
It's nothing, forget it.
Push off, you.
HEY!
Just so you know, if I see any
of you annoying Maelle,
liquid shit is gonna fly, understand?
Why do you care?
I want to make my first arrest
for group bullying.
Or I hack your accounts and
spam you for life
on all networks. Capisce?
CAPISCE?
-Yes.
How do we answer?
Yes, Captain.
-"Yes, Captain," That's it.
Go away.
Where's the redhead?
(Honking)
Captain, I tidied up.
Ah Chabert, you are aptly named.
A little lesson.
Look closely. Hold this.
Opening; there you go.
This.
Hold.
You see? It's machine made.
Ah, the zipper too.
But *that* is hand sewn.
It's called a "frame."
A frame of 70, 14-18, 40.
The size has been enlarged, so-?
Salome got fat?
Hmm.
-She's pregnant?
You're not stupid,
I'm rubbing off on you.
Oh, so beautiful!
How wonderful.
"But how beautiful the mountain is!
How can we imagine seeing
a flight of swallows
now that autumn is here?"
Hola, que tal, hombre?
Hola, Captain.
All good? Has she left?
-No.
It's secure!
Close it. Yes, Captain.
Uber Pressing!
Home delivery!
It wasn't urgent.
It wasn't smart, sending Jacqueline.
Okay, it's still stained.
Also not smart were the open
secrets and all that.
I can leave the area?
It's easier than leaving the sidewalk.
Vacation?
-No.
Becker will call, I must be ready to go.
Ah. It's OK, we have time.
Who would call you? Sorry.
It's nice out.
Thierry would have forbidden
me to skate.
I've already had a miscarriage.
And I wanted to try my luck
with Becker.
Mmm. Interesting.
I worked like shit to get there.
More than the others:
I wasn't thin enough, or as graceful.
Don't tell me, tell your federation,
they'll understand.
Please don't say anything.
Careful, you're playing with fire.
No: ice.
Change your perfume!
Red currant stains!
Ah. Hola, hombre.
Watch her, I don't trust her.
Beautiful view from the balcony.
Nice wood. Down there.
Becker wants to hire me.
That's great!
Finally, people think I'm gifted!
Who doubts it?
When will you understand, I love
you and am proud of you?
So listen: I love you
and I'm proud of you. OK?
Thanks dad, for the help.
Why didn't you tell me Becker called?
That daddy asked him for a favor
for his son?
Is it true?
-Well, tell him.
It's not that.
Phillipe thought about it
but didn't want to invade my territory.
Oh yeah?
-What's the difference?
Do you want to screw up?
I can't accept.
Hey hey hey.
Mr. Shadow, what a surprise.
I have orders, ma'am.
-Sure.
I need some private time
on a delicate matter.
I can't, ma'am.
-A half hour.
It's girl stuff.
Girl stuff?
-Yes. My gynecologist.
You want to watch me between
my thighs?
Hello?
Yes. I'm still waiting. That's it.
(Honking)
Captain.
-Well?
I have the station wagon.
-That's good.
The guy went to the garage to
fix the window.
His name and address.
Let's go question this Nobel Prize
international imbecile.
It could be dangerous. I'll talk to him,
you cover me.
With what? I don't have a gun.
Get out, quietly.
Hey!
♪ Lives alone with mom ♪
He has a brother, Christophe?
Yeah, nobody there.
Show me your hands with-
Ah! It hurts! A bullet hurts!
Ssh! Shut your mouth! It hurts
less than childbirth.
Squeeze your buttocks.
Ugh.
GOTCHA!
You're OK with shooting?
Say sorry!
"Sorry. Captain. Marleau."
Look, it was under his bed.
You were right, Salome was his target.
Check it out! Happy?
It's my fault.
-It's fine, take him.
I don't feel good.
-Here, vomit.
I see a light.
-It's snow.
Captain?
-What?
It's the end, farewell.
-Bye.
I'll tell you what happens.
So you tell me who paid you for all this?
To the Gendarmerie!
You can explain yourself there.
Hey. We've seen each other
before, no? Marcello.
Marcello... we met in
Piazza Navona, right?
What are you looking at?
What are you on?
(Whistles)
Hey there, is the Laughing Cow
your mom?
Who asked you to mess up Salome?
The Begodeau son, or Begodeau papa?
You understand? Capisce, o no?
Hellooo?
Help, help, test, test!
Whew.
He wants to see the Captain.
Mrs. Revel blew me off, Captain.
Oh!
-Her brother is here.
The mute?
-Yes.
Go to the ice rink. Today, huh?
Quentin, watch him.
Go, dummy!
OK. "I'm worried about my sister."
-Mmm.
"She can do crazy stuff."
"I'm afraid she'll make a big mistake"
She's going to fuck herself
spinning in the air?
I'm good! I'm kidding.
I'll manage.
I'll manage, but:
admit that you lip-read, OK?
Blink once for Yes.
It's good. What did you mean
in the text:
"I can also say everything"?
Think about your sister!
"It was before rehearsal on
the night Lucie died."
(Marleau) No one heard, but
did you read their lips?
"Lucie said to Adam: 'Do it or
I'll tell Thierry everything'."
In order to bring down Salome?
"Yes."
She blackmailed Adam to
cause the fall.
Or else what?
"I don't know.
I sent Lucie a text
saying I knew about her plan."
Ah! So it wasn't Adam's mistress,
but his singer mistress.
(Mobile rings)
"I don't know."
Sorry, excuse me.
Yes.
No!
Fuck, that totally sucks.
Eh? What- sorry.
What?
-"Is it my sister?"
Is his sister all right?
Thppt!
Where is my son?
-Everything's fine.
Where is he?
There's blood!
-Don't worry.
How are you?
Hello.
Is that where it happened?
Ladies and gentlemen.
This way, Captain.
Oh! Eh be be be!
Questioning went wrong?
Adam is missing.
His mobile pinged here,
then nothing.
Gather everyone.
Search his apartment, his locker.
As you wish, Captain.
Hey!
Bring him back in one piece,
not one-armed.
Right, Captain.
-Yes.
What is it?
What a face!
What's happening? Have you
found Adam?
Not yet, we're looking.
He's a good person.
With no nastiness.
Who'd want to harm him?
-Pfft!
No one, I hope.
In any case, it's really hard to
not fall in love with him.
You're not too butch, you.
You give off a grand vibe, but
can cry when needed.
Not now.
As if!
Adam disappears after you
lose your shadow.
So I killed him?
-He attacked you.
I avenged myself?
-Thppt. I don't know why not.
You don't get it. Adam may hate me,
but I've never hated him.
Or Lucie? Because at the start
it was all "It was me, I did it."
I lie all the time.
In lies there is truth.
Say if you're guilty.
Then arrest me, everyone'll be happy.
Don't order me around!
Shit, I'm the captain.
And for your information,
Lucie was blackmailing Adam
over the fall.
And in my opinion,
that's why he wanted to shut her
big, beautiful mouth.
What's left, huh? Pfft.
Ugh, a world of shit!
Put that over there.
Hey, you should buy a lotto ticket.
-Yeah.
We searched Adam's apartment.
-Mmm?
Nothing suspicious.
So where is he?
Some hiking shoes seem
to be missing.
A hike at this time?
The timing-
-Sucks.
I don't have to tell you:
start looking.
How are you, "Life Is Beautiful"?
All good?
So much the better. Go ahead.
You're lucky to be here.
Or I would have started a second
file for you.
You don't know? No?
Nothing to report?
No, of course.
Well, food then.
You remind me a little of someone.
Weren't you in "Microcosmos"? No?
I'm stupid, but not that stupid.
I know!
Ah! I'm not stupid.
That. Is. Him. There you go.
Hey!
Ho-oh!
Hmm? Lucie?
-Come on, come on.
Come on!
-Why?
You'll see.
Where're we going?
Alluche!
Come on, move!
Marcello! I'm taking care of it.
Com estai?
Did we have a big sleep?
Yeah?
Are you deaf?
Chabert! Let's show him off!
Guess who was in the drunk tank.
Look! Oh!
It's your boyfriend. Kiss?
Put him out there.
So, Cantona.
(English) You don't know why,
but you love him.
Is that it, with your buddy?
The most boring thing to find
in a contract crime,
is the link between limited
and general partners.
Understand?
No, look, you understand?
The link between sponsor and
general partner.
General partner, sponsor.
Does that work?
Give up your friend,
because he won't be shy.
-OK.
Freddy told me to bang the girl.
Fuck the girl? Nothing shocked
you about that?
Why are you obeying an asshole?
Because it was him?
He's a friend.
A nice friend.
He shared the stolen crate.
That's it?
Ah, yes!
-"Ah, yes!"
Yeah!
-"Yeah!"
He understood you.
Is he sober?
-Mmm.
He's stinky.
(Whistles)
So, I'm listening.
-He gave up everything?
You surprise me.
It was Lucie!
She wanted the other one's part.
"Take action, you're soft."
I understand, with me-
-Whoa.
So, it was her plan?
-Well, yes.
"Tell your degenerate friend to
whack Salome's knees."
Lucie was the brains.
Yeah. Brains of an asshole,
as Diouf said.
So, what did you tell Lucie?
-I refused.
I'm gentle.
Yeah. Then you said yes, and
you hit the checkout line.
I gave Marcello her photo.
But he screwed up?
I didn't plan for that.
-Or that Lucie would get the role
or that your friend would go nuts
when he realized his mistake?
Huh? Who is that fucked up?
When she called, I knew something
was wrong.
You jerk. An intuitive jerk.
I didn't have time to warn him.
I heard 'whack,' and then nothing.
It was over.
DeFunes must be spinning in his grave.
Lucie had herself killed.
It's a self-murder.
I'll remind you, that guy
messed up his head.
Freddy acted out of love.
For love?
Killing someone is a gesture of love?
In the shade he'll see what love is\n\h
In the shade he'll see what love is
(Mobile rings)
without a nursery.
(Mobile rings)
(Mobile rings)
Adjutant Chabert.
Thanks.
Adam fell into a ravine. He's dead.
-Dead where?
Poor guy must be flat, from
falling from a height.
The mountain does not forgive.
Look at this.
Others don't forgive either.
What?
Well, Adam.
He didn't lie.
I think Adam couldn't say with
whom he was "ham-ham."
Like you and your wife once.
Yeah. You see?
I'd like to.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h
We found him. He had a bad fall.
Sit.
It's not the mountain.
It's me.
Were you in the equipment room?
Why? What did Salome tell you?
She lost the gendarme who
was following her.
We met here.
She told you everything.
I never saw it coming. Nothing.
Salome!
Salome!
Impossible.
Salome.
What did you want to talk about?
I have someone.
"I have someone." What does
that mean?
I have a lover.
I don't know what to say.
Are you bored?
It's Adam.
Your son.
It's been 6 months.
We do it in the chalet, at the hotel.
I'm expecting his child.
Your son's.
You shit!
-What?
How could you do this to me?
I didn't do anything!
-Why?
He was lost.
He left, the mountain took him.
Adam was right.
He said she'd destroy us.
Mmm. Again the fault of
good women.
Witches.
Farewell, bitches.
So, are you happy?
Adam is dead.
Adam is dead.
Adam is dead.
Adam is dead.
Crazy, huh? The cards were right.
Even you, Marleau? You can't
tempt fate.
Your Australian, that was Adam?
No, but I loved him like I never
loved anyone.
At first he refused.
But I insisted I wanted him with
me always.
I thought I was extinct,
but I was reborn.
I felt the world vibrate.
To feel alive, you know?
-Yes, I can imagine.
I don't think so.
I threw myself into his arms like
we throw ourselves into a fire.
Disgusting, you don't sleep with
your stepson.
Is it out of guilt that you made
your false confession?
The murder started it all.
Believing it was me,
Adam threw me away like trash.
What did I have to lose?
If you stopped me, it was easy.
No one would have Adam.
I told Thierry
that the child was Adam's.
Was it true?
I don't know.
I just wanted to destroy everything.
Well done.
Hey, whoa!
What did you take?
What a fool. Totally out.
Woman on ice!
And now?
She's indestructible, that one.
She's well done.
So, know what?
-What?
My wife came to see me at
the hospital.
She found you sexy on your
deathbed?
I'm her "hero"!
And I'm getting a promotion.
Well done! You'll end up a
colonel, Chabert!
Ow!
Thank you, Captain!
(English) You're welcome.
It's high.
(Yodels)
(Yodels)
(Mechanical grinding)
Well; well then.
Hey, move forward!
Hey-oh! What's happening?
Someone there?
Is it "French Fried Vacation IV"?
GET OUT OF THAT
BODY, MICHEL BLANC!
QUEEN OF THE ICE
It's open every day,
Sunday included.
The price?
-10 euros.
No! No! No!
How do you count past your salchow?
Put it there,
all your energy.
I passed it a hundred times.
Are you waiting for him
to do everything?
Dad, we're worn out.
How are you?
Let's go.
Go on!
Courage, children!
How are you, darling?
You did it on purpose.
It's him.
No-
-STOP IT!
Come on.
I don't like that.
You need treatment.
And the show is in three days!
How are you?
-Yeah, I'm fine.
Lucie!
Replace her! Come on!
Thank you.
I'm sorry.
Good, come on, come on!
Honey, listen-
(Swan Lake begins)
Make it shorter
-Must not exaggerate.
It's wonderful, thank you.
Can I skate?
Put it back in its place.
See you tomorrow.
I have the role, darling!
I'm going to skate the Swan
in front of Phillipe Becker.
(Cries out)
(On phone) Hello? What's going
on? Lucie, can you hear me?
(Humming)
Spent the night up there, it force-fed me.
Let me introduce myself:
I'm Adjutant Chabert.
Chabert? Like a chabert? Which way?
Over there.
-Hurry up!
The victim was Lucie Engelberg, 21,
a member of Begodeau's troupe.
Well then, say it.
It's an ice bomb.
Maybe she was on the phone.
Yes, in Bouvier.
Like a shepherd? Definitely.
She told him she got the lead role.
He lived her murder, live.
There's two witnesses?
-Why two?
If you look closely, you'll
see a surveillance camera,
which was no protection,
since there is a corpse.
Crazy, a live crime:
my first snuff film.
But there's- there,
With the balaclava
we won't see much.
I don't see it.
How'd he get in?
I was on a coffee break.
Captain?
-Eh?
There's 3 witnesses.
The schoolgirl saw a guy in a balaclava
leave the rink.
That's great.
Keep watching this and
I'll go question her.
Thanks.
Maelle?
So, what did you see?
I forgot my bag in the rink.
So I went back for it.
And then a guy came out,
With a balaclava.
-A hood?
You didn't see his face?
-Yes.
Outside, he pulled it up to see.
Like that.
Did you recognize him?
No, but he was looking in his
pockets for something,
and his fly was open.
All green?
Idiots. His fly- Never mind.
We'll do a photo-fit tomorrow.
Here.
Did you know Lucie well?
A little, I come 3 times a week.
Ah! And how was she? Nice?
Hmm.
-Hmm mmm?
Nothing more.
Okay, thanks.
See you tomorrow!
See you tomorrow.
What's this?
I got the wrong key.
You really are a chabert!
What are you looking for?
A meaning to my life.
Last week we took the cash
after the hockey game.
Ah, good?
You're not that razor sharp.
Because I didn't shave?
It's complicated at home.
(Sniffs)
That smells like the clue.
Ah! Oh damn, that's a horror!
Stay there, I'm going in alone.
I go alone.
Ah! I knew it!
Look, he left his car keys.
You knew it?
-Come.
Quick, run!
Oh fuck!
-Whoa!
How infectious.
His fly was open,
and he was feeling his pockets.
Which means?
Which MEANS?
I don't know, I've lost
my way right now.
It means that his car is
still around here,
and you are going to turn everything
over and find it for me.
Go on. Run, Forrest, run!
I said: RUN!
How are you, my darling?
-Good, and you?
How are you?
-Very well.
LA LA LA LA LA
Who is that?
LA LA LA!
There you go.
What are you doing?
Well, I see,
Lucie is still warm, you're skating
on her grave.
We are preparing a show as
a tribute to Lucie.
A tribute, oh despair!
It's freezing out on the ice, no?
Lucie loved being on the ice.
She'll be missed, especially by me.
By you? Not by everyone.
Of course, yes.
Are you going to make
a potpourri?
Not too rotten.
-Ha ha ha!
A comedy show, I see.
She had the lead role?
She would've been great.
Not dead.
We're going to make the call!
This isn't bad.
A tribute called "American Night."
Well, I prefer "Highlander,"
personally.
To each his own.
"Choreographer: Begodeau."
Who's he?
-It's me.
Are you the boss? Saw your coat...
"Former European champion."
No kidding?
I'll sign up for lessons.
Okay.
There are other Begodeaus:
"Star family on ice."
Who's "Adam Begodeau"?
-That's me.
You? Huh.
You're Prince Charming.
-That's right.
What I'm seeking.
You're the little brother to-
He's my son.
No kidding?
It's a preservative, the ice.
My goodness!
So; "Jacqueline Longueville"!!!
That's me.
I'm volunteer costume designer.
-Volunteer?
Yeah?
An intermittent stitching job,
bravo.
So next we have: "Steve Duteil"!
His father sings? Steve Duteil!
Steve Duteil, who's he?
-That's me.
We know each other.
-Yes.
Ski rentals.
-I sponsor the show.
A commercial alliance. You're
the Black Prince. Off.
"Students Mareva, Sofia, Maelle,
Vanessa, Magali, Alexandra, Celia"!
And finally, "Princess Coin-Coin:
Salome Revel"?
Well, that's not Lucie.
Where is Princess Coin-Coin?
We haven't seen Salome
since the murder.
I tried her cell phone, but
my wife doesn't answer.
That's your wife?
-Mmm hmm.
It's his wife.
It's not serious.
So she's the mother of your son?
No, Salome is my second wife.
Why give your second wife's
role to Lucie?
Doesn't that make her your third?
Listen to me!
Last night, at the rehearsal, Salome
twisted her ankle.
She had to be replaced.
Lucie knows the role,
from watching Salome rehearse.
She followed her.
-Groupie mode.
So the groupie stole the show
from the headliner.
I'd like a coffee, please?
I'm sure Salome understood.
Look me in the hair, I see you're lying.
Jacqueline, no need to lie.
They pull each other's legs a little,
it's normal in this place.
A little?
They got into trouble.
Salome threatened Lucie
if she did it backwards.
-Threatened?
Empty threats, it was nothing.
"Oh yeah?" How?
She stole the part from your wife,
who was then found dead.
When do we stop erasing the
queen as soon as she gets old?
No idea. Really.
-Not worried?
I'll remind you that a guy who loves
killing is walking around.
You should go home, sir.
-No.
I'm staying with the troupe.
I'll go with you.
I'm not young enough for him?
Forget it.
Hello, Chabert?
Issue a Wanted notice. Yeah.
Revel, Salome. R-E-V-E-L.
ADAM!
She won't let go of Salome.
Should I look for her?
-Yes, quickly.
Okay.
You don't think
that she...
-I think nothing
DO. YOU. KNOW. WHERE.
YOUR SISTER. IS?
(Jacqueline) Why do you suspect her?
Maelle saw a hooded man
leave the ice rink.
(Marleau) She was able to see him,
the man with the balaclava.
Ah! To do the dirty work.
How-
-Yes, or maybe not.
It's boring because you have to find
the sponsor, who is the general partner,
and it makes more work for the cops.
Double penalty.
Twenty gods, it's woody!
ANYONE THERE?
There's nobody.
OH!
A hanged skater.
Not yet.
Ah.
A heated plasma screen.
A little low.
Yeah.
Oh. Achoo.
"Spring Trophy."
Is it sparkling water?
It doesn't say.
Nothing of note.
"Greli-grelo."
That, and that, I love it.
Queen Of The Ice!
What do you mean "deglace"?
Hey!
He was beautiful.
Like a Hollywood "star."
He was a great champion.
-Oh yes?
How did he end up doing
rotten shows?
A sports career doesn't last forever.
As a trainer, he believed he could
put Salome on the podium, but OK.
What?
Many are called, few are chosen.
I imagine they must venerate her,
Mother Salome.
But the fact is, for Salome,
skating in her forties-
What? Even in her 50s, is that
a problem?
Oh my, no! Salome has heart.
Tense, huh?
Who's this in the photo?
Sebastian, his little brother.
It's thanks to Salome that he's
ice rink manager.
She's taking care of him.
Because Thierry understood so well,
to keep the sister, he adopted
the brother.
AH!
Reminds me of Adamo: "Girls
By The Sea."
(Dogs barking)
(Car approaching)
(Car door)
You're a monster, you disgust me.
You had Lucie killed!
I never-
-You destroy everything, you're poison!
Adam...
-I wish you'd never joined the family.
I never want to see you again.
That cop is looking for you.
Da da da-da-
Hi!
-da-da da da-
-da da da da-da da da da da-
I'm crazy, yo.
OK, honey?
You found Salome Revel?
I'm no novice.
And you?
Nothing more on my side.
Pooh, that sucks.
By the way, I asked to be removed
from the case.
What, I'm doing this all alone,
is that it?
My wife is headed for the door.
She reproached, and I quote,
my "filthy nullity."
I consult to break a deadlock,
While you need someone a little more...
solid to support you.
Are you finished, Calimero?
Are we going to work?
Lazy! Anything to not work!
The ears: sticking out more, or less?
I don't really know, I wonder
if the balaclava hid them.
-I need to know.
If she says "balaclava up to your
ears," do it like that.
What does it mean?
Well;
last time I asked you if Lucie was nice.
You said "Mmm, yeah." What does
"Mmm, yeah" mean?
Once I forgot my bag at the rink.
Lucie was still there on the ice,
In front of Mr. Begodeau.
-Which Begodeau?
Erm, The "real" one, Thierry.
Really? The old one?
What was he doing?
Well...
What?
-She was undressing.
Undressing?!
-Yeah.
What, this concerns you?
We're discussing.
Get back to YouPorn.
And after that?
She saw I saw them.
She ran after me,
she shook me and shouted at me:
"Say nothing, or I'll smash you."
-"I'll smash you"?
What now, Chabert?
Can we talk?
-About?
Hey, come over here.
Put yourself in the light. Let's
see your face.
Three-quarter profile.
See what he's making.
That looks like you.
The photo-fit looks like you!
Whad'ya say?
Someone asking for you.
-Who's that?
Ah.
Hello, ma'am Salome.
I confess to Lucie's murder.
-Oh yeah?
Is that so; less work for us.
My office?
Continue with the picture.
Come, ma'am Salome.
Sit down.
No, there.
Warning.
1, 2, test.
Go for it.
What about?
Whoever, including what and where.
I saw him at the market.
Who?
-Peter.
Peter. A real one, or Falk?
An Australian.
-Oh.
We both-
It was-
I saw him from afar, he was beautiful.
He was watching me.
Oh.
I seemed to recognize him. It was
like that, love at first sight.
Two beings connecting.
Ah, "because it was him, because
it was me," like that?
Exactly!
I think it sounds a little hokey.
You do?
-Thhppt.
It was like a movie.
Everything was a blur,
but he was sharp.
"Sharp!" Not you.
"A man, a woman," blah blah blah,
It stinks of le louche*\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h
plagiarism, Mrs. Claude. *fishy
Fear of love?
-It's boring.
We were lovers the first night.
-Original!
In the morning, seeing the Toile de
Jouy, I said to myself:
"Remember this moment."
Play on the walls, it's nice.
Last name, first name, name
of the hotel, I'll check it out.
I'll tell you.
Very well. So I don't really
understand love stories,
what's it all about?
He killed her for me.
To do what?
She was a schemer, also she had
designs on my husband, it was too much.
He's a cuckold, and can't do the same?
And Australopithecus, he
told you okay?
He had to put on a balaclava
and wait for her at the rink.
And he said: "Darling, I go to kill it"?
Yes, anything for love.
Very well. And what did he beat
her with, for instance?
I don't know, I'm going to discuss
shit with you.
Okay, good. CHABERT!
Show me.
Thanks, honey.
Does your Australopithecus look
like this?
Absolutely.
-That's it. And where is he?
In Australia.
-Shit! He may be an arsonist.
Take ma'am Salome's statement.
Me, I'm going to see a
guy about a Lucie.
I met her here, she was a waitress.
At Begodeau, you can starve.
Oh yeah? Like shift work.
They're rats, they never helped her.
Skating was her life. Like
me and football.
I'll show you a photo.
That's me.
That's you?
-Yes.
Were you pro?
-No.
I have a bad knee.
-Oh yes. What about your liver?
Yeah.
And what are you doing now?
-Looking for work.
Lulu wasn't staying in their
seedy troupe.
She was going to shine.
That made someone envy her.
Yes, and she said she was
too good for me.
Nice!
Even if you stood to receive
a Nobel Prize.
I'll never find another one like her.
Look for a guy.
-Huh.
I checked the account given by Salome
Revel in her statement
And so?
Well, everything's false
from A to Z: no one's seen an
Australian anywhere,
there's no Toile de Jouy in the hotel.
She's a mytho.
Mytho, mytho and a half.
Well, preach the false to know the
real, not the other way around.
(Knocks)
Ma'am Salome?
Good news: You can go.
-Sorry?
Go take a shower, it starts
to suck, eh?
You can't.
Gendarmes, we can do anything.
But I killed her.
You already talked about culprits,
it's boring if true or not.
Not true?
So, innocent person, thank you.
Come on, outside.
I told you everything.
What, your romantic movie story?
I'm fine with it; anyway,
I prefer Ricky Gervais.
I have doubts you killed the kid.
Why are you lying? To protect someone?
Are you kidding?
This should be fun.
Why are you lying?
I'm telling the truth.
No, why are you indulging in this?
I would stop you, but
I don't understand.
Well, I'm listening.
Nothing? So, outside.
I could do something stupid.
Where have you been?
-At the Gendarmerie.
It was necessary to try.
I confessed.
-Confessed what?
The murder.
I don't understand.
-Like always.
You killed Lucie?
It's not working, you're not well.
Can you imagine me having her killed?
What did Marleau say?
-She didn't believe me.
Come here.
I'm tired.
Your son told me that I'm a monster.
He's right.
No, shhh. Calm down.
I'm not getting drunk?
-No.
You support me?
I love you.
It's cold.
-Here.
Good morning, Arnaud.
Dad?
Has Salome recovered?
Don't fuck with me, I saw you.
What?
-You made her fall.
You thought you were discreet.
Yes, you see everything!
It was an accident.
What are you playing at, Adam?
Is something wrong?
Why?
You want to talk about it?
Why do you hate her?
She walks all over you. She's crazy.
Don't stay today.
(Siren)
(Sigh)
The carrier isn't responding about
unlocking Lucie's mobile.
Have you tried her date of birth?
Yeah.
-It didn't work?
Good-
(Spanish) Come here, man!
Captain.
-We don't have a hacker?
Yes, for 3 or 4 more hours.
Give him this and tell him to
unlock it.
Right, Captain.
-Thanks.
Something, anything?
-Pfft. Nada.
An empty hallway for hours and hours.
Like a brainscan on the way to nothingness.
Oh look!
What the hell is he doing?
Flirting! Interesting.
Even when it's nothing,
one must enjoy life
and its advantages.
I'll leave you.
Take over. I'm fed up with this.
Good luck.
-Okay, I'll do it.
(Siren)
Captain.
It's unlocked, Captain.
Ah, cool! Thanks, honey.
What does it say?
Text: blah, blah, blah.
Ah!
Sebastian Revel!
Revel, The Bolero.
No? OK.
"I can expose everything too."
Expose what?
Let me go!
Eat me!
-Let me go!
Let me go!
-HO!
What did the acne sufferers want?
Nothing, we were chatting.
If they chat too much, 'Warning!'
It's not serious.
I won't tell you again!
"Do not enter." I do what I want.
Warning, huh?
I'm not here.
Thank you, miss!
-Thank you, miss!
Sorry.
Oh hi!
Why the auditions?
It's for the Swan, for the tribute.
Philippe Becker is coming.
Rouflaquettes and golden tights?
-That was 20 years ago.
They're very good friends.
-Oh?
The salchow now!
They represented France.
Philippe recruits for Wonder Ice.
OK; the memorial for Lucie is bogus.
Finish, yes?
-Sorry.
Steve, your hand! You go-
OH!
It's not possible.
He has the eye.
(Whistles)
Thank you, miss!
What are you doing?
It's the auditions.
With your damaged ankle?
I want to go on. Are you ready?
It's absurd!
What can I say?
Cancel the others.
Are you in pain?
-No.
Good evening. -Need help?
No thanks.
No, it's okay, thanks.
Don't worry about if I can skate.
I don't care about Marleau.
You said my name, "Marleau"!
-No, not at all.
Hey. Well done, him.
The Axel Bauer triples, tops.
TOPS, YOUR SISTER'S BIG SHOW!
You're not answering; do you
read lips? Doesn't he read lips?
We use sign language.
Tell him I'm taking him in.
-Why?
Are you a lawyer?
No, but why?
Why did you lie?
You have to go with her to
the Gendarmerie.
It's your text: "I can tell
everything too."
What did that mean?
"I don't remember.
I always send messages,
texting is easier for me."
Yeah? Think. What did you want
to tell her?
"I remember.
It was the autocorrect.
I wanted to write 'report,'
but it put 'tell'."
Yeah, it's stupid.
But 'report' what?
"The equipment.
Lucie wanted to take it,
but I offered to do it myself."
It's convenient, this translation.
It gives you time to think a bit
before answering, no?
Your sister:
she accused herself of a crime to
protect you?
Is she a hen sister?
"My sister knows I have nothing
to do with this murder."
Yes, yes, it's your sister.
Your handicap is a good fallback
sometimes, eh?
You hear me? No? Let's go,
get out, Bernardo.
Should I translate?
-No.
Captain?
-Well?
My brother is disabled, the
danger is from others.
No, just abuse of power.
Tell her!
-Yes, "tell her."
Is he in custody?
Pfft!
There are so many people in custody.
We have a lawyer, a high school
student, a firefighter.
Follow me. We don't know anymore.
Where is he?
I want to say: In my basement.
So Adam did it on purpose
to make you fall?
Huh, Curly?
You must have seen him.
Nothing escapes you.
-He said that to clear me.
A mistake, it happens to everyone.
An error made 250,000 times is an error,
and this one is too.
One says: "Liar like Begodeau," is that it?
It's pretty.
Come on, move.
Sorry, but she's past her time,
ma'am Salome.
She was incredible, but not eternal.
Well yeah, past 25 a chick is
worth nothing.
Like skaters: too old or too black,
or too "purple."
Lucie, she's good, white meat.
The poor thing!
"Poor"?
-Yeah.
She was a real bitch!
She would have sold her mother.
Think of the savings.
She was part of the Salome fan club?
She polished her shoes.
And then, in the end: "whacked
her leg"! Pardon the vulgarity.
I'm shocked. Vulgarity is not my thing.
Ah:
If she was so corrupt, why didn't
she sleep with her boss?
He didn't interest her. Keep a secret?
No, I'm a cop. Go on.
One day, I saw Adam leaving
a hotel.
-No! So what?
Guess with who?
(Gasps) With who?
-Lucie.
Lucie, really?
She didn't want to tell me, but
there were receipts.
Real or fake? Ha, we laugh a lot.
So, in-out, in-out.
I would have done the same.
You wouldn't have slept in
the bathtub?
Okay, so long, soldier.
Anyone?
-Yes?
Oh, hi.
Do you do illegal abortions?
It's true that... Anyway...
Have there been reservations in
the name of Begodeau, Adam?
I won't say.
Gendarmerie Nationale, etc.
Yes, Adam Begodeau reserved a room
every Thursday.
Ah, okay;
when was the first time?
You don't know?
Ah, I'm itchy. What's itching me?
Ah!
A little 20.
I'll put it there
so no one gets infected.
Everybody!
It had been going on for six months.
Last Thursday he cancelled,
because of a small
impediment.
He had a little problem on
that subject
Do you recognize this lovely person?
Was he with her?
No, it's me before my transition.
Well?
It's possible.
Ah! We're educating ourselves!
Ah, sexual misery.
Is that your granddaughter?
She doesn't look like you.
Huh, basic straight. It disgusts me.
Phew!
Aiming ovaries in the hole.
Like my Lulu.
-Bad news.
There can be no worse.
-Than death?
Backbiting, gossip. It's drooling
a lot on Lulu.
The absent are wrong.
But what is wrong?
-Being a chick.
Maybe you're bothering a chick.
For those stuck in a bubble, there are
two kinds of girls.
The old and boring, like me: bitches.
And the young and beautiful,
like your Lulu: whores.
She wasn't a whore!
Is that so. Weren't you a cuckold?
Cuckold, no.
Okay, she treated me like shit,
but she loved me.
If you say so.
I slammed.
We all die one day. Move over.
Here, don't tire yourself too much.
Oof.
Need a hand?
-No thank you.
You sure? It looks heavy.
Stop!
Do you talk or do I break
your glottis?
Talk about what?
Well talk about
confidential stuff. You, get out.
So!
(Whistles)
Let's talk hotels.
You know the Beausejour Hotel?
You went there with Lucie, right?
You're assuming.
Then I'll assume.
You could've told me before.
-Sorry.
What's changed
The cellphone. Yes.
You could have knocked down
the mother in law
to give Lucie the role.
Are you kidding?
-You're a dude.
Something I don't understand:
Why didn't you want it known
that Lucie and you "ham-ham"?
In my opinion she's not bad.
It's my private life, and
there was Freddy.
At the moment, he's elsewhere.
Let me apologize, there's
nothing between you
except 20 kilos of muscle.
He has questionable friends.
And you're world champion.
No.
-Not like daddy?
Go shower, you stink.
Ah.
Phew.
Ah!
How are you?
This is pretty.
Are you moving?
I'll have to.
-Where?
Toledo, Ohio.
In the States?
Yes, not Brazil.
Wonder Ice is over there.
What is this, Salome?
Becker says he can't wait
to see me.
This isn't bad:
"2 rooms, bright kitchen, quiet,
with balcony."
You're really going to join Wonder Ice?
You didn't take your chance when it came.
I can't let this chance pass.
Listen to me, Salome?
-Yes.
Look at me.
Philippe comes to look for new talent.
New talent.
He wants new blood.
You are formidable-
-My passport;
is it valid?
Yes, phew.
Don't touch anything, don't
erase my settings!
Don't look like that.
You'll come see me.
(Siren)
Good news.
-The National Assembly dissolved?
No. I couldn't find the station wagon,
so I asked dealers.
What'd they say?
-He's in your office, waited a while.
His name's Mr. Butcher, and-
he's a baker.
Did you eat clown?
Different creamery.
No, I- it's crazy but it's true!
Are you Senor Bouche?
Sit, be welcome.
So, I'm listening, what is it?
Well, I closed the shop around
8 or 8:15 pm,
when I saw this guy.
He looked suspicious, and
the Volvo beat-up.
What color?
Blue-purple.
He started to get angry about
the car.
I dunno how to label him.
He was really weird.
Surprising.
I was speechless.
In any case, it was an altered car
and you were speechless.
Chabert? Where is he.
Olivier?
Have you seen Chabert?
-No.
Chabert? Have you seen Chabert?
Shit. Romain,
have you seen Chabert?
Look downstairs.
CHABERT?
There you are.
Search for a beat-up station wagon,
blue-violet with broken glass.
OK?
-OK.
You're sulking. Still have problems
with your wife?
No, I had planned to take her to this.
Show me.
Hey-
That's why we can't go.
Salome, Lucie. Lucie, Salome.
She was in Salome's costume.
In that case it's Salome
they wanted to kill,
capisci, consigliere?
Pick.
Weird. I don't understand.
Maybe you should think calmly
about Becker.
No, let's not come back to that.
Do you see anything else?
Draw 2 cards.
There is a man.
What does it mean? Death?
(Knocking)
All right? Am I disturbing?
What're you doing?
Ah!
The Grim Reaper.
Does it mean harvesting wheat,
or more work for me?
You don't believe that, Captain.
I believe in death, real as iron.
I need to talk to you, ma'am Salome.
What do you want?
Does it bother you having the
same name as some shoes?
Was it aimed at me?
Possibly. She had your dress on.
Does someone want to fuck you up?
No idea. Everyone's mad at me.
Well- a paranoiac often has
good reason.
Do you have an enemy,
for example?
Maybe the butcher, I owe him money.
Or the cleaning lady.
I wrongly accused her of stealing.
Aw shit.
No, you're kidding? You write funny stuff.
Me, I'm not kidding with your safety.
Let me introduce you to someone.
(Spanish) Come here, man!
This is Officer Shadow.
-Hello, ma'am.
Here's how it is: he'll follow you.
Like the shadow of his shadow,
your hand, or your dog.
Above all, don't lose him.
Nonsense, I'm not going to have
a gendarme on my butt all day.
But he's beautiful, and there's
a killer around.
He missed once, he could strike again.
You didn't say you were
going to surveil me.
You're not Assange.
You're a skater, not a whistleblower.
This isn't the time.
Becker is coming tomorrow.
Now, follow her!
Go, to her room!
Ah?
She thinks Becker is going to
take her away on his white horse,
and she'll become some kind of star.
Why would she want to keep
working, retirement age is 70.
Skating is tough.
-Go tell him that.
Why doesn't her husband tell her?
Maybe he wants to be rid of her.
He only has to divorce.
He was happy to leave his first wife.
He gave her a salon.
The cards told you?
His first wife is me.
No kidding?
Oh. You're Junior's mom?
Well then, say it: You got dumped,
but you stayed.
To polish shoes, right?
-To be close to my son.
What a good idea.
It's constructive to see his mother
humiliated every day.
How're you doing, Mr. Bigoudis?
Hey, it turns out the killer wanted
to kill Salome.
No, impossible!
-Yes, it's crazy. Oh yeah.
Your wife is annoying.
Yes, but I like her like that.
-And Lucie,
how did you like her? As a snack?
I see where you're going.
-Oh yes?
She wanted to go all the way,
but I said no.
And you told your wife there is
no hope with Boris Becker?
The profession will take care of her.
Yes, if it doesn't end up at
the HP before.
The first time we met, she had
a bad attitude.
I was judging a championship,
they wanted to put her in last place.
She crosses the ice, stops
in front of me,
and says: "They messed with my blade!
I deserve better!"
I couldn't calm her down.
"You didn't see it, shut up!"
I fell in love.
You increased her ranking?
Well no, I married her.
"Yes! Come!"
Not now.
I want to apologize, I behaved
like a jerk.
Let's stay friends, for dad.
(Scoffs)
Can you hear yourself?
"Please, ma'am, can we be friends?"
Poor guy.
I'm extending my hand here.
Unless you wanted to kill me.
-What?
You hired a guy to kill me.
Bad luck, he got Lucie.
Instead of me.
Believe it.
That's stupid.
-It's the truth.
(Spanish) Hola, que pasa?
She accused the stepson of
wanting to kill her.
Very weird.
Hey!
Assassination equals perpetuation.
Is he protecting her, or spying on her?
-Occupational hazard.
Are you implicating Salome?
-No! I only made assumptions, that's all.
It's a nightmare.
-Do you want me to prove everything?
Stop your circus.
-You first.
And maybe I'll let you go.
OK, I left something out before.
(Whispering)
Becker is here!
Delighted to be here.
Far from the assholes
who won't let go of me!
This is back to basics.
Want to trade places?
-No!
Hello, how are you doing?
All right?
It's been a long time.
What a pleasure!
Mr. Becker, may I have your autograph?
-Yes! What's your name?
Maelle.
-Nice name.
Thanks.
-Thanks.
-There, Maelle.
Ah; fame!
Pass the audition?
Hi, have an audition?
Hey! Nellie Oleson!
Leave my girlfriend alone!
It'll be okay.
So, come on, honey.
Eat? They're Belgian.
No thanks.
-Eat, I'm telling you.
(Swan Lake begins)
It's better, no?
Supple!
Sublime!
Go watch the signora.
Discreetly!
Magnificent! An artist on the ice!
Magnificent, total control. Grace.
-Oh yes?
Yes.
-All the better.
I thought about you so much.
"Phillipe is here, I mustn't mess up."
No need to worry, it's only me.
It's good?
-For?
The contract. Now you're going
with me, but
do you know the timing?
I have some things to sort
out first.
Yes, of course, we'll think about it.
I'll call you.
Okay? I want to see the others.
OK.
-OK, see you later, OK?
I'm happy!
Hey handsome brunette!
Think you were going
to disappear?
OK?
-Yes.
I'll be quick, I have to leave.
Welcome to Wonder Ice.
Truly?
-Yes.
Great!
-Decide quickly, call me.
Yes.
-Without fail.
Captain!
-What?
No selfies, they bore me.
-One second.
Please, I have a request.
-What?
I need the costume Lucie wore,
that terrible evening.
It's impossible, it's evidence.
I would also point out that, like
guilt, the blood must be washed.
It's for measurements, I'll give it back.
Who asked for this costume?
-Nobody.
It's nothing, forget it.
Push off, you.
HEY!
Just so you know, if I see any
of you annoying Maelle,
liquid shit is gonna fly, understand?
Why do you care?
I want to make my first arrest
for group bullying.
Or I hack your accounts and
spam you for life
on all networks. Capisce?
CAPISCE?
-Yes.
How do we answer?
Yes, Captain.
-"Yes, Captain," That's it.
Go away.
Where's the redhead?
(Honking)
Captain, I tidied up.
Ah Chabert, you are aptly named.
A little lesson.
Look closely. Hold this.
Opening; there you go.
This.
Hold.
You see? It's machine made.
Ah, the zipper too.
But *that* is hand sewn.
It's called a "frame."
A frame of 70, 14-18, 40.
The size has been enlarged, so-?
Salome got fat?
Hmm.
-She's pregnant?
You're not stupid,
I'm rubbing off on you.
Oh, so beautiful!
How wonderful.
"But how beautiful the mountain is!
How can we imagine seeing
a flight of swallows
now that autumn is here?"
Hola, que tal, hombre?
Hola, Captain.
All good? Has she left?
-No.
It's secure!
Close it. Yes, Captain.
Uber Pressing!
Home delivery!
It wasn't urgent.
It wasn't smart, sending Jacqueline.
Okay, it's still stained.
Also not smart were the open
secrets and all that.
I can leave the area?
It's easier than leaving the sidewalk.
Vacation?
-No.
Becker will call, I must be ready to go.
Ah. It's OK, we have time.
Who would call you? Sorry.
It's nice out.
Thierry would have forbidden
me to skate.
I've already had a miscarriage.
And I wanted to try my luck
with Becker.
Mmm. Interesting.
I worked like shit to get there.
More than the others:
I wasn't thin enough, or as graceful.
Don't tell me, tell your federation,
they'll understand.
Please don't say anything.
Careful, you're playing with fire.
No: ice.
Change your perfume!
Red currant stains!
Ah. Hola, hombre.
Watch her, I don't trust her.
Beautiful view from the balcony.
Nice wood. Down there.
Becker wants to hire me.
That's great!
Finally, people think I'm gifted!
Who doubts it?
When will you understand, I love
you and am proud of you?
So listen: I love you
and I'm proud of you. OK?
Thanks dad, for the help.
Why didn't you tell me Becker called?
That daddy asked him for a favor
for his son?
Is it true?
-Well, tell him.
It's not that.
Phillipe thought about it
but didn't want to invade my territory.
Oh yeah?
-What's the difference?
Do you want to screw up?
I can't accept.
Hey hey hey.
Mr. Shadow, what a surprise.
I have orders, ma'am.
-Sure.
I need some private time
on a delicate matter.
I can't, ma'am.
-A half hour.
It's girl stuff.
Girl stuff?
-Yes. My gynecologist.
You want to watch me between
my thighs?
Hello?
Yes. I'm still waiting. That's it.
(Honking)
Captain.
-Well?
I have the station wagon.
-That's good.
The guy went to the garage to
fix the window.
His name and address.
Let's go question this Nobel Prize
international imbecile.
It could be dangerous. I'll talk to him,
you cover me.
With what? I don't have a gun.
Get out, quietly.
Hey!
♪ Lives alone with mom ♪
He has a brother, Christophe?
Yeah, nobody there.
Show me your hands with-
Ah! It hurts! A bullet hurts!
Ssh! Shut your mouth! It hurts
less than childbirth.
Squeeze your buttocks.
Ugh.
GOTCHA!
You're OK with shooting?
Say sorry!
"Sorry. Captain. Marleau."
Look, it was under his bed.
You were right, Salome was his target.
Check it out! Happy?
It's my fault.
-It's fine, take him.
I don't feel good.
-Here, vomit.
I see a light.
-It's snow.
Captain?
-What?
It's the end, farewell.
-Bye.
I'll tell you what happens.
So you tell me who paid you for all this?
To the Gendarmerie!
You can explain yourself there.
Hey. We've seen each other
before, no? Marcello.
Marcello... we met in
Piazza Navona, right?
What are you looking at?
What are you on?
(Whistles)
Hey there, is the Laughing Cow
your mom?
Who asked you to mess up Salome?
The Begodeau son, or Begodeau papa?
You understand? Capisce, o no?
Hellooo?
Help, help, test, test!
Whew.
He wants to see the Captain.
Mrs. Revel blew me off, Captain.
Oh!
-Her brother is here.
The mute?
-Yes.
Go to the ice rink. Today, huh?
Quentin, watch him.
Go, dummy!
OK. "I'm worried about my sister."
-Mmm.
"She can do crazy stuff."
"I'm afraid she'll make a big mistake"
She's going to fuck herself
spinning in the air?
I'm good! I'm kidding.
I'll manage.
I'll manage, but:
admit that you lip-read, OK?
Blink once for Yes.
It's good. What did you mean
in the text:
"I can also say everything"?
Think about your sister!
"It was before rehearsal on
the night Lucie died."
(Marleau) No one heard, but
did you read their lips?
"Lucie said to Adam: 'Do it or
I'll tell Thierry everything'."
In order to bring down Salome?
"Yes."
She blackmailed Adam to
cause the fall.
Or else what?
"I don't know.
I sent Lucie a text
saying I knew about her plan."
Ah! So it wasn't Adam's mistress,
but his singer mistress.
(Mobile rings)
"I don't know."
Sorry, excuse me.
Yes.
No!
Fuck, that totally sucks.
Eh? What- sorry.
What?
-"Is it my sister?"
Is his sister all right?
Thppt!
Where is my son?
-Everything's fine.
Where is he?
There's blood!
-Don't worry.
How are you?
Hello.
Is that where it happened?
Ladies and gentlemen.
This way, Captain.
Oh! Eh be be be!
Questioning went wrong?
Adam is missing.
His mobile pinged here,
then nothing.
Gather everyone.
Search his apartment, his locker.
As you wish, Captain.
Hey!
Bring him back in one piece,
not one-armed.
Right, Captain.
-Yes.
What is it?
What a face!
What's happening? Have you
found Adam?
Not yet, we're looking.
He's a good person.
With no nastiness.
Who'd want to harm him?
-Pfft!
No one, I hope.
In any case, it's really hard to
not fall in love with him.
You're not too butch, you.
You give off a grand vibe, but
can cry when needed.
Not now.
As if!
Adam disappears after you
lose your shadow.
So I killed him?
-He attacked you.
I avenged myself?
-Thppt. I don't know why not.
You don't get it. Adam may hate me,
but I've never hated him.
Or Lucie? Because at the start
it was all "It was me, I did it."
I lie all the time.
In lies there is truth.
Say if you're guilty.
Then arrest me, everyone'll be happy.
Don't order me around!
Shit, I'm the captain.
And for your information,
Lucie was blackmailing Adam
over the fall.
And in my opinion,
that's why he wanted to shut her
big, beautiful mouth.
What's left, huh? Pfft.
Ugh, a world of shit!
Put that over there.
Hey, you should buy a lotto ticket.
-Yeah.
We searched Adam's apartment.
-Mmm?
Nothing suspicious.
So where is he?
Some hiking shoes seem
to be missing.
A hike at this time?
The timing-
-Sucks.
I don't have to tell you:
start looking.
How are you, "Life Is Beautiful"?
All good?
So much the better. Go ahead.
You're lucky to be here.
Or I would have started a second
file for you.
You don't know? No?
Nothing to report?
No, of course.
Well, food then.
You remind me a little of someone.
Weren't you in "Microcosmos"? No?
I'm stupid, but not that stupid.
I know!
Ah! I'm not stupid.
That. Is. Him. There you go.
Hey!
Ho-oh!
Hmm? Lucie?
-Come on, come on.
Come on!
-Why?
You'll see.
Where're we going?
Alluche!
Come on, move!
Marcello! I'm taking care of it.
Com estai?
Did we have a big sleep?
Yeah?
Are you deaf?
Chabert! Let's show him off!
Guess who was in the drunk tank.
Look! Oh!
It's your boyfriend. Kiss?
Put him out there.
So, Cantona.
(English) You don't know why,
but you love him.
Is that it, with your buddy?
The most boring thing to find
in a contract crime,
is the link between limited
and general partners.
Understand?
No, look, you understand?
The link between sponsor and
general partner.
General partner, sponsor.
Does that work?
Give up your friend,
because he won't be shy.
-OK.
Freddy told me to bang the girl.
Fuck the girl? Nothing shocked
you about that?
Why are you obeying an asshole?
Because it was him?
He's a friend.
A nice friend.
He shared the stolen crate.
That's it?
Ah, yes!
-"Ah, yes!"
Yeah!
-"Yeah!"
He understood you.
Is he sober?
-Mmm.
He's stinky.
(Whistles)
So, I'm listening.
-He gave up everything?
You surprise me.
It was Lucie!
She wanted the other one's part.
"Take action, you're soft."
I understand, with me-
-Whoa.
So, it was her plan?
-Well, yes.
"Tell your degenerate friend to
whack Salome's knees."
Lucie was the brains.
Yeah. Brains of an asshole,
as Diouf said.
So, what did you tell Lucie?
-I refused.
I'm gentle.
Yeah. Then you said yes, and
you hit the checkout line.
I gave Marcello her photo.
But he screwed up?
I didn't plan for that.
-Or that Lucie would get the role
or that your friend would go nuts
when he realized his mistake?
Huh? Who is that fucked up?
When she called, I knew something
was wrong.
You jerk. An intuitive jerk.
I didn't have time to warn him.
I heard 'whack,' and then nothing.
It was over.
DeFunes must be spinning in his grave.
Lucie had herself killed.
It's a self-murder.
I'll remind you, that guy
messed up his head.
Freddy acted out of love.
For love?
Killing someone is a gesture of love?
In the shade he'll see what love is\n\h
In the shade he'll see what love is
(Mobile rings)
without a nursery.
(Mobile rings)
(Mobile rings)
Adjutant Chabert.
Thanks.
Adam fell into a ravine. He's dead.
-Dead where?
Poor guy must be flat, from
falling from a height.
The mountain does not forgive.
Look at this.
Others don't forgive either.
What?
Well, Adam.
He didn't lie.
I think Adam couldn't say with
whom he was "ham-ham."
Like you and your wife once.
Yeah. You see?
I'd like to.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h
We found him. He had a bad fall.
Sit.
It's not the mountain.
It's me.
Were you in the equipment room?
Why? What did Salome tell you?
She lost the gendarme who
was following her.
We met here.
She told you everything.
I never saw it coming. Nothing.
Salome!
Salome!
Impossible.
Salome.
What did you want to talk about?
I have someone.
"I have someone." What does
that mean?
I have a lover.
I don't know what to say.
Are you bored?
It's Adam.
Your son.
It's been 6 months.
We do it in the chalet, at the hotel.
I'm expecting his child.
Your son's.
You shit!
-What?
How could you do this to me?
I didn't do anything!
-Why?
He was lost.
He left, the mountain took him.
Adam was right.
He said she'd destroy us.
Mmm. Again the fault of
good women.
Witches.
Farewell, bitches.
So, are you happy?
Adam is dead.
Adam is dead.
Adam is dead.
Adam is dead.
Crazy, huh? The cards were right.
Even you, Marleau? You can't
tempt fate.
Your Australian, that was Adam?
No, but I loved him like I never
loved anyone.
At first he refused.
But I insisted I wanted him with
me always.
I thought I was extinct,
but I was reborn.
I felt the world vibrate.
To feel alive, you know?
-Yes, I can imagine.
I don't think so.
I threw myself into his arms like
we throw ourselves into a fire.
Disgusting, you don't sleep with
your stepson.
Is it out of guilt that you made
your false confession?
The murder started it all.
Believing it was me,
Adam threw me away like trash.
What did I have to lose?
If you stopped me, it was easy.
No one would have Adam.
I told Thierry
that the child was Adam's.
Was it true?
I don't know.
I just wanted to destroy everything.
Well done.
Hey, whoa!
What did you take?
What a fool. Totally out.
Woman on ice!
And now?
She's indestructible, that one.
She's well done.
So, know what?
-What?
My wife came to see me at
the hospital.
She found you sexy on your
deathbed?
I'm her "hero"!
And I'm getting a promotion.
Well done! You'll end up a
colonel, Chabert!
Ow!
Thank you, Captain!
(English) You're welcome.