Duel au soleil (2014): Season 1, Episode 4 - Dommages collatéraux - full transcript
Collateral Damage
- Hello, gentlemen.
- Hello.
Well.
Why do you bother
for a case of drowning?
Where is Renucci?
I don't think she drowned.
I think those wrist marks
are from handcuffs.
That sure is reassuring.
It keeps women close.
Don't play Renucci.
One is enough, thank you.
When did she die?
Last night between 10 and 12,
before being thrown in.
If she was thrown in,
she was kidnapped,
or it was some sexual game gone bad.
That means homicide.
Any missing people reported?
Okay. The case is yours.
Well, finally!
Did you eat well?
Squids at Felix's.
The best on the island.
Where were you last night?
Why? Did a pinzutu estate blow up?
Oh! Calm down, uncle.
I wasn't feeling well
and I went out on my bike.
- It's the truth.
- Did you see anyone?
I got home at 2 am,
everyone was sleeping.
Why? Spit it out.
What's your sexy blond
friend called?
Eve. But she's my girlfriend's
friend, not mine.
We found her corpse
in Erbalunga.
What? Did she drown?
No. She was murdered.
Where is Clara, then?
Is she okay?
The little cute brunette?
I don't know, why?
They had a girl's night out.
She was unreachable.
- Do you know where they went?
- Looking for guys, I think.
Eve wanted Clara to leave me.
I have nothing to do with it,
I swear.
Have you gone mad?
Don't fool around with me.
- Are you there?
- Are you?
This place is my home.
- The fingerprints.
- Yes.
Her name is Eve Duclos,
24 years old.
She worked at the DDASS.
On file for possessing heroin,
shoplifting, and NSF checks.
Exemplary!
Did you go to her house?
No clues. No computer,
no daily planer...
Just a Dune visit card
and a picture
taken at the place.
The brunette is his best friend,
Clara de Zerbi.
Did you know Eve?
I saw them around
once or twice.
- Just that?
- Yes.
She must have shocked you.
Your nephew is also excited.
Is it a family gene?
- Go fuck yourself!
- Hey... Hey!
We'll go see Clara.
I have her address
from a check she wrote here.
When? Last night?
No. 4 days ago... Okay?
Hey, what are you doing?
Yes, Chief Renucci
and Captain Le Tallec.
Police? What's the matter?
- Is your daughter home?
- Clara is not here.
Why?
We want to speak with her
about Eve.
They went out last night.
They slept over
and today they were going
to rehearse for a play.
What do you know about Eve?
Not much. I've seen her twice.
I work at a perfume firm,
so I'm often on the continent.
Why?
We found Eve's corpse
in Erbalunga.
She was probably thrown
off a boat.
What?
Clara said a villa in Brando,
not a boat.
Maybe their plans changed.
Have you tried to call her?
No.
No. She's 18.
Plus, there's tension
between us.
She's a good swimmer.
If she fell to the water,
then she reached the shore.
Yes. We will do everything
in our power
to find her.
No other corpses
have been reported.
Maybe she's still on the boat.
No, what I wanted to ask you...
Oh, I forgot. Oh, yes.
Did she by any chance
give you the address
of the villa she was going to?
No.
I know what you're thinking...
but kids her age
don't like questions.
You didn't want to play cop,
but maybe you should have.
Yes. In Brando. A villa.
There was a party there.
Launch a call to witness
with the girls' pictures.
And two neighborhood searches,
one for each girl.
Properties, streets,
everything.
Yes, I want to know
who they frequented.
If we ever find Clara,
or at least her corpse,
we'll know more, and maybe
understand what happened.
Yes. The mother was
completely useless.
Letting her daughter sleep out
without any information
is just negligent.
Do you know what it is
to be a parent?
- That's irrelevant.
- No, it is relevant.
18 year-olds are impossible.
Do you understand that?
Let's suppose so.
But she acted strange.
She's hiding something.
She's a victim.
Not a suspect.
"The Bourgeois Gentleman,
by Félicienne Pantano."
There we go.
- She's everything to me...
- Don't pause.
She's the only thing I love,
she's all I dream about.
Take his hand
with some violence.
Say it again.
She's the only thing I love,
she's all I dream about...
He's bad.
Bla bla bla, my goodness.
Put some feeling into it.
He sucks.
He should feel in love.
I know this piece a little.
He sucks.
You interview the director
and I'll take care of him.
She's the only thing I love,
she's all I dream of...
- Once more.
- Hello!
"All I desire..." Sorry.
- Thanks for giving me her.
- My pleasure.
All I understood was
that Eve was her best actress
and that now the show
might be cancelled.
Did you know she was nuts?
I must have scared them.
What did they tell daddy?
Eve was a pest and Clara was
under her influence, a clone.
She imitated her,
and according to the kids
she was turning bad too.
- What about the party?
- Nobody knew anything.
They never saw Eve with anyone
except for Clara.
What about your nephew?
Wait... I had forgotten.
2 days ago, Clara found a job
for Eve at the Pleine Mer.
Oh, yes. It's a spa in Bastia.
Oh! No, we can't go now.
We'll go tomorrow morning.
Let's move.
- Did Clara have a boyfriend?
- Le Tallec!
I already told your partner,
his name is Bati.
He's very cute
and has a fantastic bike.
But since Eve and Clara became
best friends,
he stopped coming.
- My nephew is innocent.
- We'll see.
If Clara left him for Eve,
he had a motive.
My nephew is innocent, okay?
So leave him alone.
Is that clear?
- I want to see my uncle.
- He can't be reached now.
- I will interrogate you.
- I have nothing to tell you.
All the better then.
I'll do the talking.
A neighbor saw you with Eve
at her house.
He said you hit her.
Here is the statement.
Eve told Clara to leave you,
so you had a motive, and just
before her death, you hit her.
I just slapped her, okay?
She insulted me and I lost it.
It's not the first time.
You're been arrested 3 times
for fighting and assault.
That was during the protests
regarding the prisoners.
You seem to be an extremist
who lost his mind because
his girl left him.
Give me an alibi
or I'll put you under surveillance.
- Leave him alone.
- As soon as I have an alibi.
I have one, verified.
- Trust me a little, will you?
- Trust is not on the agenda.
I'm listening.
He was at a Natios meeting.
Antiterrorism had an agent
at the site.
Call them.
Come on, call them!
No need. I believe you.
Drug dealing
This is Ms. Ferri,
neighbor of the de Zerbi.
She saw... and I quote:
"The blond dressed
like a whore
"came to get Clara with 2 guys
in a red Ferrari at 8:30 pm."
Excuse me.
That's almost too precise.
She's a policeman's widow.
- I'll show her the chart.
- Okay.
- Does she know about cars?
- Yes.
Her description is precise.
There's no doubt.
Well...
A Ferrari won't be
hard to find.
Don't be so sure.
There's 88 on the island.
85% are officially owned
by 80 year-olds,
most of them dead.
It's money laundering.
The other 15% belong to hotels
or to pinzuti.
How do you know?
I'm president of the South
Corsica Automobile Club.
Okay. Call the registry
and check the list of Ferrari
and boat owners.
It'll take me all night.
If Clara is still alive,
she's probably in danger.
I think she's already being
eaten by lobsters.
I didn't ask for your opinion.
I gave it to you anyway.
- Ms. Ferri, everything okay?
- Yes.
Here, I added a phone number.
If you've seen Eve Duclos
or Clara de Zerbi
in the last 36 hours,
call 0 800 009...
Thanks for having
saved my ass.
Again...
No, nothing new.
No bad news, either.
There.
- This is wearing him down.
- Of course.
- Do you think Clara...?
- I have no idea.
It all seems very suspicious.
- Do you want a pastis?
- No, a whisky.
You don't want a pastis?
What's going on?
A young girl is dead
and your cousin's friend disappeared.
Isn't that enough?
Is there something else?
I have all the time
in the world.
I can stay here all night.
When I think of that girl
and her mother...
I feel that I was never
there enough for you.
That kind of shit
could have happened to you.
I should have fought
for your custody.
Do you remember what you used
to tell me when I was angry?
That I would take you shopping
for a new dad?
I never wanted a new dad.
And I never will.
- Ange is not with you?
- No. He can't be reached.
- Renucci, the Invisible Man.
- He'll never change.
Anyways, Eve died
from an overdose.
And it wasn't her first shot.
- She had no injection marks.
- She did.
Right there.
Like narcotic call girls?
So as not to scare clients?
That explains the handcuffs.
Maybe she prostituted herself
to pay for her drugs.
She had sex before she died,
they used a condom.
Thanks.
Hello? This is Seb.
I need something...
but it must be discrete.
Good evening, procuress.
Gauthier, from Narcotics.
- How is it with Renucci?
- It's okay.
She did 4 years
for dealing coke.
Her daughter disappeared and
the daughter's friend died.
Okay, got it.
I'll watch out for her.
I'll take care of it.
Well... Procuress...
If you ever want to go out
with another pinzuti
just to forget about Renucci...
Nice, handsome,
not too strict, and ready
to give you a hand.
Just your type, huh?
You're my type, not him.
How is the Lorenzi
investigation going?
It's impossible to prove
the alibi is false.
I'll go see Lorenzi's widow
tomorrow morning.
Bad idea. She won't
tell you anything.
She thinks Renucci is being
protected by the police.
I like to hear people talk.
But if you don't like
my way of doing things,
no problem, I'm out.
It's up to you.
Calm down, boss. It's me.
I am being supervised
and I'll be suspended
because of that negro.
It's your own fault, okay?
Don't say that!
He wants to take you down too!
Don't worry about that.
It's no excuse.
Ange, wait.
If the client withdraws
the complaint
I can save my reputation.
- Please. Talk to Jo.
- No.
There's a fight at the port.
Two cars are there already.
Suspected burglary
at 192, rue Guérin.
- I'll take rue Guérin.
- Roger.
Get out. You're an idiot,
a loser, and a racist.
This had to happen someday.
You asked for it.
Police!
What's going on?
- What are you doing here?
- Nothing. I...
I don't think anything
is missing. Here.
Any news about my daughter?
This burglary must be
related to her.
Eve was a big drug dealer.
Maybe she tried to drag Clara
towards the same path.
My daughter doesn't do drugs.
No. I didn't say she did, but...
Eve could have hidden
drugs at your place
without your daughter knowing.
That's what they came
looking for.
Go ahead, search the house.
Excuse me. I'm very nervous.
I'm scared to death.
I understand.
We'll talk tomorrow.
I'll call a...
an assistant to come spend
the night with you.
I'd prefer it if it was you.
I'd feel safer.
Ms. Lorenzi? Good morning.
I'm investigating
your husband's murder.
I have nothing to say.
Listen, I just want
to help you...
Leave me alone.
- I understand...
- No, you don't!
I want to forget I lost
my husband, my daughter...
- Your daughter...?
- Leave me alone!
Hey, Anna!
- Is everything alright?
- Yes.
Don't worry.
Oh, okay, sorry.
Where are you?
I waited for you in front
of Pleine Mer.
I have information for you.
What are you doing here?
Didn't you forget
to tell me something?
Something personal?
Lorenzi's oldest daughter
committed suicide.
That has nothing to do
with her father.
Why do you say that?
It happened before the murder.
It's some coincidence, right?
Stella had no wounds,
but the suicide was obvious.
Was it not an accident?
The place was protected
by a fender.
His father would leave prison
a week later.
- Why would she have done it?
- I have no idea.
She wasn't a virgin. At 14,
a broken heart can be tragic.
Renucci also had his doubts.
He wanted the file badly. Then
he concluded it was suicide.
Forget it.
Did your alarm clock break?
What are those clothes?
Bati needed some comfort.
I slept at my sister's.
Fred Riva, 36 years old.
The boss at Pleine Mer.
Ex athletic swimmer who did
too many anabolic steroids.
Then he did 5 years in jail
for dealing coke.
So, another collage.
The spa hostess said he's
Laurence de Zerbi's lover.
She was sentenced a year later
for the same thing.
She got out 18 months ago,
and she just got Clara's
custody back.
- Did you interrogate Riva?
- No. He disappeared.
- Red and black motorcycle?
- A Ducati.
How do you know that?
He made a mess
at Laurence's house.
The bastard managed to escape.
Laurence? So you're close!
What were you doing there...?
Is that where you slept...?
You know what? You tire me.
You talk too much.
I slept at Léti's.
Right.
Sorry to disturb you. I found
the guys in the Ferrari.
What?
I found the guys
in the Ferrari.
Alex Berger, 26.
Luc Berger, 24.
Living in Rueil.
Right. Why are we here?
We'll get to that.
So you have a Testarossa?
Is that a crime?
No. Well, it depends
on how you drive.
Bad news. A witness
just identified you.
He saw you come to get
Clara with Eve.
We will surely find traces
of them in the car.
As far as Eve goes...
there's kidnapping and murder.
That's 20 years at least.
As far as Clara de Zerbi,
she disappeared, so...
- How much time will you do?
- We didn't kill anybody.
I believe you.
I want to help you, but
you must tell us the truth
right now.
We wanted to have fun.
We had already partied
with Eve, last summer.
She proposed the handcuffs.
Clara was obviously
not comfortable.
She went to lock herself up
in the cabin.
Yet another tight-ass.
I'm sorry, I just...
have nervous trouble.
Make a report. I'm sorry.
I think he's angry.
Eve brought the dope.
She overdosed
and Clara panicked.
It could have been a scandal.
- Did you throw Clara in?
- No, no!
We thought she was sleeping
in the cabin.
When we got to port,
Clara had disappeared.
It's true, I swear.
They threw Eve's corpse in
to make it look like a drowning.
Clara might still be alive.
What about the burglar
at Ms. de Zerbi's?
Riva? He disappeared.
The Narcs will investigate.
As to Ms. de Zerbi,
there's still a lot to know.
Regarding your relationship.
Did you sleep at her house?
The chief had no choice.
She was upset, there was
no assistant available.
We tossed head or tails
and the chief lost.
Very well. I didn't know you
had also been there.
Very well, I trust you.
But keep away from her
or I'll have you suspended.
But we're looking
for her daughter...
Yes, I'll try.
- Hello?
- What's the trap?
I don't like gossip,
I like evidence.
As soon as I have some,
I'll get you.
Okay. Very well. Of course.
There are really
interesting elements in...
- Hello.
- We'll talk later.
- Hi.
- What are you doing tonight?
Will you have dinner with me?
I know it's late, but...
- No, it's not a good idea.
- It is a good idea.
I want to thank you
for talking to Marie.
Careful, she can be a witch.
I'm immune to that.
We all practice black magic
in the West Indies.
Okay, I'll go.
But I choose the place.
Perfect.
I investigated the spa.
The owner is called Berfini.
René Berfini.
A Corsican from Marseille.
Ex French Connection.
Riva belonged to the Marseille
Swimmers Club.
Pleine Mer must be
for money laundering.
Clara's mother was imprisoned
in Marseille also.
That's a lot.
You know, the pinzutu
might be right.
This doesn't smell right.
Interesting place.
Did we get here by chance?
No, I knew the place.
It's worth it.
But I warn you,
the wine is rustic.
What are they cooking?
Those are migliacci.
Cheese and buckwheat pancakes
on chestnut leaves.
Typical of Castagniccia.
Did you bring me here
to hide from your father?
What about you?
You're friends with Darcourt,
who wants his head.
Did you invite me out
to give him a hard time?
We worked together in Lille.
I don't judge people
by what she thinks.
Everything we say here
will remain a secret.
I swear.
Joséphine, the table is ready!
The guy on the bike yesterday...
Was it Riva?
Did you meet him at Clara's
swimming competition?
Huh?
Why didn't you say anything?
I didn't want to press charges
just a week after we broke up.
He did it out of bitterness.
We had a flirt in Marseille.
He's a Don Juan at the spa.
I felt lonely.
Did you know he was a dealer?
Yes.
But he swore he had stopped.
Do you know about my past?
I'm clean now.
It was hard enough for me
to recover Clara.
I promised her
that I wouldn't let her down.
I can assure you that Riva
means nothing to me.
It's the truth, I swear.
Good night.
Don't you want to stay?
Good night.
This is the real Corsica.
- My dad is from here.
- Oh...
From a little village
20 km away,
behind the mountain.
This island runs in my blood,
although it doesn't like
my independence.
Somewhat like your dad.
He's a real pain.
You're lucky.
My dad put up with me
just to be with mom.
I would have done anything
to get his attention
even for 5 minutes,
even if it was to be told off
or be punished.
There's nothing worse
than indifference.
Is that why Eve's death
upset you so much?
The coffee here
is not good either.
Should we go to my place?
Sorry, I have work tomorrow.
Madame Camadini,
how much do I owe you?
Fernande.
Madame Camadini was my mother.
May she rest in peace.
Uh... that'll be?20.
- "20 Euros"?
- She must like you.
- It's because I'm with you.
- I don't think so.
My boyfriend pays 3 times
as much.
- Thanks. See you.
- Bye.
Merci.
Tell me... Is Bati still asleep?
He's extremely nervous
because of Clara.
He's resting.
- It's good, huh?
- Buonissimo.
Last week,
Berfini, the spa's
real big boss,
received 50 kg of coke.
And they say Riva took some.
- About 200 g.
- Berfini must be angry.
More than angry.
They say Riva was penalized.
Renucci.
Okay, I'm coming.
It seems like Riva
missed his last delivery date.
- There you go.
- So it is.
A bullet through the neck,
kneeling, between 12 and 3 am.
- Riva was tortured.
- It's an execution.
Berfini wanted to know
where the dope was stashed.
- He must have told.
- Unless he didn't know.
Riva must have hidden it
at Laurence's place.
Then Eve must have taken it
to the little party.
That would explain Laurence's
worry, and the burglary.
Yes. That makes sense.
The problem is...
that he turned the house
upside down.
Berfini will be able
to follow the lead.
We have to find Clara
before he does.
Anything new?
I haven't heard anything.
Sit down.
I know that Riva's coke
was at your place.
Not at all. I told you...
The Berger brothers confessed.
Eve wanted to use
their relationship
to deal that shit
to Sardinia's jet set.
Does that mean it came
from my place?
Do you prefer to be searched
with a police dog?
Berfini killed Riva.
Now he's after you and Clara.
And believe me,
he's a really mean guy.
If Clara is still alive, she only has
one more chance.
Do you understand?
One more chance!
Riva threatened to harm her
if I refused to hide it.
The problem is
that she found it.
And...?
She thought I was
dealing again.
And...?
She decided to tell Eve, huh?
And then Eve took it?
Yes. I thought Clara
had destroyed it.
And...?
To punish me.
So I decided to say nothing.
Riva was suspicious of me,
but at least she was safe.
Where is Clara?
We bugged your phones.
She called you last night
and you dissuaded her
from coming to see you.
Good! There we go!
You signed her death sentence!
- I felt lost.
- Where is Clara?
I don't know.
Where is he going?
If he saves your daughter,
it won't be thanks to you.
You are under surveillance
for obstructing the search
of a person in danger.
Bati didn't come home.
His bed is still made.
And he can't be reached
by phone.
His father's rifle
disappeared.
Clara must have called him,
so he ran to her rescue.
- What else could he do?
- I don't know.
The keys are gone.
Okay.
- You here?
- I'll go with you.
- There will be trouble.
- Especially Bati.
Let's go! Quick!
It'll be okay.
I'm here.
Drop your gun!
Drop your fucking gun
or I'll kill her.
Fuck, Le Tallec!
Shit, Le Tallec!
Le Tallec.
I can't breathe.
3 dead, 2 wounded,
plus Le Tallec.
That's a lot for an operation
that was not ordered.
Berfini had the gun
that killed Riva,
so I can accuse him of murder.
Marseille's Attorney General
is willing to be tolerant.
- What about Clara?
- The Bergers declared.
They say she was under
Eve's bad influence.
I'll let her go.
But her mother stashed drugs
in her house.
Given her record, I'll remand
until we know more.
Any objections?
No. I'll get right to it.
All for one, one for all.
They love that.
- He'll be easy to catch now.
- I'm sick of playing Judas.
- I'm fed up.
- Fed up?
Why?
Oh yes. Maybe it's because Jo
found you a place?
That doesn't concern you.
That's not possible.
I could never bear
to go back to prison.
It'll be okay, mom.
Don't worry. You're innocent.
Please.
What is it?
The security camera placed
on Laurence de Zerbi's.
Have a look.
I'd like to invite you
to dinner, to thank you.
- There's no need...
- Please. I insist.
Fucking Versini!
My ex-wife is a pinzutu.
She hated Corsica.
Even more than my job.
So, after a year,
she took our kid and left.
What about you? Why is
your wife not here?
When I was put under pressure
to forget about the SDF
murder case in Toulon,
she begged me to draw back.
It was too much for her.
Corsican veal à la boulagne
with a leek fondue.
And a Corsican coteaux du cap,
my mom's favorite.
I owe you one.
Whatever you need, any time.
Well, to our ex's.
Who haven't understood
what life is about.
Tell me about Lorenzi.
I want to be direct because...
I know you're investigating
me for his death.
Okay.
I have just one question.
Did you kill Francis Lorenzi?
I would've done it
because he killed my godson
and tried to run like a coward
when he got out of prison.
Why didn't I do it sooner?
Maybe you had another motive.
Like avenging Lorenzi's girl.
Stella was not a virgin.
If she had done something
improper, she'd be found out.
Why commit suicide
less than a month
before her father got out?
Unless her lover
was also an incestuous dad.
Do you like veal?
It's fabulous, isn't it?
He's handsome.
- I like your partner.
- Yes.
I'd let him cuddle me.
Well, well... Let's see.
I really don't understand.
The procuress adores him,
and now you...?
What do you all see
in this guy?
Does he produce Global Warming
in women, or what?
- You're jealous, brother.
- I am not.
Jo doesn't know
what he's up to.
And that could force me
to talk about Lorenzi.
- Maybe you should.
- I don't want to risk it.
She would understand.
Don't get so upset
about the Breton.
Jo will do as she pleases,
and you better be sly.
"Be sly..."
I'll warm you all up is what.
What are you doing here?
Marie is not home tonight.
I thought...
Adaptation: Eclair Group
- Hello, gentlemen.
- Hello.
Well.
Why do you bother
for a case of drowning?
Where is Renucci?
I don't think she drowned.
I think those wrist marks
are from handcuffs.
That sure is reassuring.
It keeps women close.
Don't play Renucci.
One is enough, thank you.
When did she die?
Last night between 10 and 12,
before being thrown in.
If she was thrown in,
she was kidnapped,
or it was some sexual game gone bad.
That means homicide.
Any missing people reported?
Okay. The case is yours.
Well, finally!
Did you eat well?
Squids at Felix's.
The best on the island.
Where were you last night?
Why? Did a pinzutu estate blow up?
Oh! Calm down, uncle.
I wasn't feeling well
and I went out on my bike.
- It's the truth.
- Did you see anyone?
I got home at 2 am,
everyone was sleeping.
Why? Spit it out.
What's your sexy blond
friend called?
Eve. But she's my girlfriend's
friend, not mine.
We found her corpse
in Erbalunga.
What? Did she drown?
No. She was murdered.
Where is Clara, then?
Is she okay?
The little cute brunette?
I don't know, why?
They had a girl's night out.
She was unreachable.
- Do you know where they went?
- Looking for guys, I think.
Eve wanted Clara to leave me.
I have nothing to do with it,
I swear.
Have you gone mad?
Don't fool around with me.
- Are you there?
- Are you?
This place is my home.
- The fingerprints.
- Yes.
Her name is Eve Duclos,
24 years old.
She worked at the DDASS.
On file for possessing heroin,
shoplifting, and NSF checks.
Exemplary!
Did you go to her house?
No clues. No computer,
no daily planer...
Just a Dune visit card
and a picture
taken at the place.
The brunette is his best friend,
Clara de Zerbi.
Did you know Eve?
I saw them around
once or twice.
- Just that?
- Yes.
She must have shocked you.
Your nephew is also excited.
Is it a family gene?
- Go fuck yourself!
- Hey... Hey!
We'll go see Clara.
I have her address
from a check she wrote here.
When? Last night?
No. 4 days ago... Okay?
Hey, what are you doing?
Yes, Chief Renucci
and Captain Le Tallec.
Police? What's the matter?
- Is your daughter home?
- Clara is not here.
Why?
We want to speak with her
about Eve.
They went out last night.
They slept over
and today they were going
to rehearse for a play.
What do you know about Eve?
Not much. I've seen her twice.
I work at a perfume firm,
so I'm often on the continent.
Why?
We found Eve's corpse
in Erbalunga.
She was probably thrown
off a boat.
What?
Clara said a villa in Brando,
not a boat.
Maybe their plans changed.
Have you tried to call her?
No.
No. She's 18.
Plus, there's tension
between us.
She's a good swimmer.
If she fell to the water,
then she reached the shore.
Yes. We will do everything
in our power
to find her.
No other corpses
have been reported.
Maybe she's still on the boat.
No, what I wanted to ask you...
Oh, I forgot. Oh, yes.
Did she by any chance
give you the address
of the villa she was going to?
No.
I know what you're thinking...
but kids her age
don't like questions.
You didn't want to play cop,
but maybe you should have.
Yes. In Brando. A villa.
There was a party there.
Launch a call to witness
with the girls' pictures.
And two neighborhood searches,
one for each girl.
Properties, streets,
everything.
Yes, I want to know
who they frequented.
If we ever find Clara,
or at least her corpse,
we'll know more, and maybe
understand what happened.
Yes. The mother was
completely useless.
Letting her daughter sleep out
without any information
is just negligent.
Do you know what it is
to be a parent?
- That's irrelevant.
- No, it is relevant.
18 year-olds are impossible.
Do you understand that?
Let's suppose so.
But she acted strange.
She's hiding something.
She's a victim.
Not a suspect.
"The Bourgeois Gentleman,
by Félicienne Pantano."
There we go.
- She's everything to me...
- Don't pause.
She's the only thing I love,
she's all I dream about.
Take his hand
with some violence.
Say it again.
She's the only thing I love,
she's all I dream about...
He's bad.
Bla bla bla, my goodness.
Put some feeling into it.
He sucks.
He should feel in love.
I know this piece a little.
He sucks.
You interview the director
and I'll take care of him.
She's the only thing I love,
she's all I dream of...
- Once more.
- Hello!
"All I desire..." Sorry.
- Thanks for giving me her.
- My pleasure.
All I understood was
that Eve was her best actress
and that now the show
might be cancelled.
Did you know she was nuts?
I must have scared them.
What did they tell daddy?
Eve was a pest and Clara was
under her influence, a clone.
She imitated her,
and according to the kids
she was turning bad too.
- What about the party?
- Nobody knew anything.
They never saw Eve with anyone
except for Clara.
What about your nephew?
Wait... I had forgotten.
2 days ago, Clara found a job
for Eve at the Pleine Mer.
Oh, yes. It's a spa in Bastia.
Oh! No, we can't go now.
We'll go tomorrow morning.
Let's move.
- Did Clara have a boyfriend?
- Le Tallec!
I already told your partner,
his name is Bati.
He's very cute
and has a fantastic bike.
But since Eve and Clara became
best friends,
he stopped coming.
- My nephew is innocent.
- We'll see.
If Clara left him for Eve,
he had a motive.
My nephew is innocent, okay?
So leave him alone.
Is that clear?
- I want to see my uncle.
- He can't be reached now.
- I will interrogate you.
- I have nothing to tell you.
All the better then.
I'll do the talking.
A neighbor saw you with Eve
at her house.
He said you hit her.
Here is the statement.
Eve told Clara to leave you,
so you had a motive, and just
before her death, you hit her.
I just slapped her, okay?
She insulted me and I lost it.
It's not the first time.
You're been arrested 3 times
for fighting and assault.
That was during the protests
regarding the prisoners.
You seem to be an extremist
who lost his mind because
his girl left him.
Give me an alibi
or I'll put you under surveillance.
- Leave him alone.
- As soon as I have an alibi.
I have one, verified.
- Trust me a little, will you?
- Trust is not on the agenda.
I'm listening.
He was at a Natios meeting.
Antiterrorism had an agent
at the site.
Call them.
Come on, call them!
No need. I believe you.
Drug dealing
This is Ms. Ferri,
neighbor of the de Zerbi.
She saw... and I quote:
"The blond dressed
like a whore
"came to get Clara with 2 guys
in a red Ferrari at 8:30 pm."
Excuse me.
That's almost too precise.
She's a policeman's widow.
- I'll show her the chart.
- Okay.
- Does she know about cars?
- Yes.
Her description is precise.
There's no doubt.
Well...
A Ferrari won't be
hard to find.
Don't be so sure.
There's 88 on the island.
85% are officially owned
by 80 year-olds,
most of them dead.
It's money laundering.
The other 15% belong to hotels
or to pinzuti.
How do you know?
I'm president of the South
Corsica Automobile Club.
Okay. Call the registry
and check the list of Ferrari
and boat owners.
It'll take me all night.
If Clara is still alive,
she's probably in danger.
I think she's already being
eaten by lobsters.
I didn't ask for your opinion.
I gave it to you anyway.
- Ms. Ferri, everything okay?
- Yes.
Here, I added a phone number.
If you've seen Eve Duclos
or Clara de Zerbi
in the last 36 hours,
call 0 800 009...
Thanks for having
saved my ass.
Again...
No, nothing new.
No bad news, either.
There.
- This is wearing him down.
- Of course.
- Do you think Clara...?
- I have no idea.
It all seems very suspicious.
- Do you want a pastis?
- No, a whisky.
You don't want a pastis?
What's going on?
A young girl is dead
and your cousin's friend disappeared.
Isn't that enough?
Is there something else?
I have all the time
in the world.
I can stay here all night.
When I think of that girl
and her mother...
I feel that I was never
there enough for you.
That kind of shit
could have happened to you.
I should have fought
for your custody.
Do you remember what you used
to tell me when I was angry?
That I would take you shopping
for a new dad?
I never wanted a new dad.
And I never will.
- Ange is not with you?
- No. He can't be reached.
- Renucci, the Invisible Man.
- He'll never change.
Anyways, Eve died
from an overdose.
And it wasn't her first shot.
- She had no injection marks.
- She did.
Right there.
Like narcotic call girls?
So as not to scare clients?
That explains the handcuffs.
Maybe she prostituted herself
to pay for her drugs.
She had sex before she died,
they used a condom.
Thanks.
Hello? This is Seb.
I need something...
but it must be discrete.
Good evening, procuress.
Gauthier, from Narcotics.
- How is it with Renucci?
- It's okay.
She did 4 years
for dealing coke.
Her daughter disappeared and
the daughter's friend died.
Okay, got it.
I'll watch out for her.
I'll take care of it.
Well... Procuress...
If you ever want to go out
with another pinzuti
just to forget about Renucci...
Nice, handsome,
not too strict, and ready
to give you a hand.
Just your type, huh?
You're my type, not him.
How is the Lorenzi
investigation going?
It's impossible to prove
the alibi is false.
I'll go see Lorenzi's widow
tomorrow morning.
Bad idea. She won't
tell you anything.
She thinks Renucci is being
protected by the police.
I like to hear people talk.
But if you don't like
my way of doing things,
no problem, I'm out.
It's up to you.
Calm down, boss. It's me.
I am being supervised
and I'll be suspended
because of that negro.
It's your own fault, okay?
Don't say that!
He wants to take you down too!
Don't worry about that.
It's no excuse.
Ange, wait.
If the client withdraws
the complaint
I can save my reputation.
- Please. Talk to Jo.
- No.
There's a fight at the port.
Two cars are there already.
Suspected burglary
at 192, rue Guérin.
- I'll take rue Guérin.
- Roger.
Get out. You're an idiot,
a loser, and a racist.
This had to happen someday.
You asked for it.
Police!
What's going on?
- What are you doing here?
- Nothing. I...
I don't think anything
is missing. Here.
Any news about my daughter?
This burglary must be
related to her.
Eve was a big drug dealer.
Maybe she tried to drag Clara
towards the same path.
My daughter doesn't do drugs.
No. I didn't say she did, but...
Eve could have hidden
drugs at your place
without your daughter knowing.
That's what they came
looking for.
Go ahead, search the house.
Excuse me. I'm very nervous.
I'm scared to death.
I understand.
We'll talk tomorrow.
I'll call a...
an assistant to come spend
the night with you.
I'd prefer it if it was you.
I'd feel safer.
Ms. Lorenzi? Good morning.
I'm investigating
your husband's murder.
I have nothing to say.
Listen, I just want
to help you...
Leave me alone.
- I understand...
- No, you don't!
I want to forget I lost
my husband, my daughter...
- Your daughter...?
- Leave me alone!
Hey, Anna!
- Is everything alright?
- Yes.
Don't worry.
Oh, okay, sorry.
Where are you?
I waited for you in front
of Pleine Mer.
I have information for you.
What are you doing here?
Didn't you forget
to tell me something?
Something personal?
Lorenzi's oldest daughter
committed suicide.
That has nothing to do
with her father.
Why do you say that?
It happened before the murder.
It's some coincidence, right?
Stella had no wounds,
but the suicide was obvious.
Was it not an accident?
The place was protected
by a fender.
His father would leave prison
a week later.
- Why would she have done it?
- I have no idea.
She wasn't a virgin. At 14,
a broken heart can be tragic.
Renucci also had his doubts.
He wanted the file badly. Then
he concluded it was suicide.
Forget it.
Did your alarm clock break?
What are those clothes?
Bati needed some comfort.
I slept at my sister's.
Fred Riva, 36 years old.
The boss at Pleine Mer.
Ex athletic swimmer who did
too many anabolic steroids.
Then he did 5 years in jail
for dealing coke.
So, another collage.
The spa hostess said he's
Laurence de Zerbi's lover.
She was sentenced a year later
for the same thing.
She got out 18 months ago,
and she just got Clara's
custody back.
- Did you interrogate Riva?
- No. He disappeared.
- Red and black motorcycle?
- A Ducati.
How do you know that?
He made a mess
at Laurence's house.
The bastard managed to escape.
Laurence? So you're close!
What were you doing there...?
Is that where you slept...?
You know what? You tire me.
You talk too much.
I slept at Léti's.
Right.
Sorry to disturb you. I found
the guys in the Ferrari.
What?
I found the guys
in the Ferrari.
Alex Berger, 26.
Luc Berger, 24.
Living in Rueil.
Right. Why are we here?
We'll get to that.
So you have a Testarossa?
Is that a crime?
No. Well, it depends
on how you drive.
Bad news. A witness
just identified you.
He saw you come to get
Clara with Eve.
We will surely find traces
of them in the car.
As far as Eve goes...
there's kidnapping and murder.
That's 20 years at least.
As far as Clara de Zerbi,
she disappeared, so...
- How much time will you do?
- We didn't kill anybody.
I believe you.
I want to help you, but
you must tell us the truth
right now.
We wanted to have fun.
We had already partied
with Eve, last summer.
She proposed the handcuffs.
Clara was obviously
not comfortable.
She went to lock herself up
in the cabin.
Yet another tight-ass.
I'm sorry, I just...
have nervous trouble.
Make a report. I'm sorry.
I think he's angry.
Eve brought the dope.
She overdosed
and Clara panicked.
It could have been a scandal.
- Did you throw Clara in?
- No, no!
We thought she was sleeping
in the cabin.
When we got to port,
Clara had disappeared.
It's true, I swear.
They threw Eve's corpse in
to make it look like a drowning.
Clara might still be alive.
What about the burglar
at Ms. de Zerbi's?
Riva? He disappeared.
The Narcs will investigate.
As to Ms. de Zerbi,
there's still a lot to know.
Regarding your relationship.
Did you sleep at her house?
The chief had no choice.
She was upset, there was
no assistant available.
We tossed head or tails
and the chief lost.
Very well. I didn't know you
had also been there.
Very well, I trust you.
But keep away from her
or I'll have you suspended.
But we're looking
for her daughter...
Yes, I'll try.
- Hello?
- What's the trap?
I don't like gossip,
I like evidence.
As soon as I have some,
I'll get you.
Okay. Very well. Of course.
There are really
interesting elements in...
- Hello.
- We'll talk later.
- Hi.
- What are you doing tonight?
Will you have dinner with me?
I know it's late, but...
- No, it's not a good idea.
- It is a good idea.
I want to thank you
for talking to Marie.
Careful, she can be a witch.
I'm immune to that.
We all practice black magic
in the West Indies.
Okay, I'll go.
But I choose the place.
Perfect.
I investigated the spa.
The owner is called Berfini.
René Berfini.
A Corsican from Marseille.
Ex French Connection.
Riva belonged to the Marseille
Swimmers Club.
Pleine Mer must be
for money laundering.
Clara's mother was imprisoned
in Marseille also.
That's a lot.
You know, the pinzutu
might be right.
This doesn't smell right.
Interesting place.
Did we get here by chance?
No, I knew the place.
It's worth it.
But I warn you,
the wine is rustic.
What are they cooking?
Those are migliacci.
Cheese and buckwheat pancakes
on chestnut leaves.
Typical of Castagniccia.
Did you bring me here
to hide from your father?
What about you?
You're friends with Darcourt,
who wants his head.
Did you invite me out
to give him a hard time?
We worked together in Lille.
I don't judge people
by what she thinks.
Everything we say here
will remain a secret.
I swear.
Joséphine, the table is ready!
The guy on the bike yesterday...
Was it Riva?
Did you meet him at Clara's
swimming competition?
Huh?
Why didn't you say anything?
I didn't want to press charges
just a week after we broke up.
He did it out of bitterness.
We had a flirt in Marseille.
He's a Don Juan at the spa.
I felt lonely.
Did you know he was a dealer?
Yes.
But he swore he had stopped.
Do you know about my past?
I'm clean now.
It was hard enough for me
to recover Clara.
I promised her
that I wouldn't let her down.
I can assure you that Riva
means nothing to me.
It's the truth, I swear.
Good night.
Don't you want to stay?
Good night.
This is the real Corsica.
- My dad is from here.
- Oh...
From a little village
20 km away,
behind the mountain.
This island runs in my blood,
although it doesn't like
my independence.
Somewhat like your dad.
He's a real pain.
You're lucky.
My dad put up with me
just to be with mom.
I would have done anything
to get his attention
even for 5 minutes,
even if it was to be told off
or be punished.
There's nothing worse
than indifference.
Is that why Eve's death
upset you so much?
The coffee here
is not good either.
Should we go to my place?
Sorry, I have work tomorrow.
Madame Camadini,
how much do I owe you?
Fernande.
Madame Camadini was my mother.
May she rest in peace.
Uh... that'll be?20.
- "20 Euros"?
- She must like you.
- It's because I'm with you.
- I don't think so.
My boyfriend pays 3 times
as much.
- Thanks. See you.
- Bye.
Merci.
Tell me... Is Bati still asleep?
He's extremely nervous
because of Clara.
He's resting.
- It's good, huh?
- Buonissimo.
Last week,
Berfini, the spa's
real big boss,
received 50 kg of coke.
And they say Riva took some.
- About 200 g.
- Berfini must be angry.
More than angry.
They say Riva was penalized.
Renucci.
Okay, I'm coming.
It seems like Riva
missed his last delivery date.
- There you go.
- So it is.
A bullet through the neck,
kneeling, between 12 and 3 am.
- Riva was tortured.
- It's an execution.
Berfini wanted to know
where the dope was stashed.
- He must have told.
- Unless he didn't know.
Riva must have hidden it
at Laurence's place.
Then Eve must have taken it
to the little party.
That would explain Laurence's
worry, and the burglary.
Yes. That makes sense.
The problem is...
that he turned the house
upside down.
Berfini will be able
to follow the lead.
We have to find Clara
before he does.
Anything new?
I haven't heard anything.
Sit down.
I know that Riva's coke
was at your place.
Not at all. I told you...
The Berger brothers confessed.
Eve wanted to use
their relationship
to deal that shit
to Sardinia's jet set.
Does that mean it came
from my place?
Do you prefer to be searched
with a police dog?
Berfini killed Riva.
Now he's after you and Clara.
And believe me,
he's a really mean guy.
If Clara is still alive, she only has
one more chance.
Do you understand?
One more chance!
Riva threatened to harm her
if I refused to hide it.
The problem is
that she found it.
And...?
She thought I was
dealing again.
And...?
She decided to tell Eve, huh?
And then Eve took it?
Yes. I thought Clara
had destroyed it.
And...?
To punish me.
So I decided to say nothing.
Riva was suspicious of me,
but at least she was safe.
Where is Clara?
We bugged your phones.
She called you last night
and you dissuaded her
from coming to see you.
Good! There we go!
You signed her death sentence!
- I felt lost.
- Where is Clara?
I don't know.
Where is he going?
If he saves your daughter,
it won't be thanks to you.
You are under surveillance
for obstructing the search
of a person in danger.
Bati didn't come home.
His bed is still made.
And he can't be reached
by phone.
His father's rifle
disappeared.
Clara must have called him,
so he ran to her rescue.
- What else could he do?
- I don't know.
The keys are gone.
Okay.
- You here?
- I'll go with you.
- There will be trouble.
- Especially Bati.
Let's go! Quick!
It'll be okay.
I'm here.
Drop your gun!
Drop your fucking gun
or I'll kill her.
Fuck, Le Tallec!
Shit, Le Tallec!
Le Tallec.
I can't breathe.
3 dead, 2 wounded,
plus Le Tallec.
That's a lot for an operation
that was not ordered.
Berfini had the gun
that killed Riva,
so I can accuse him of murder.
Marseille's Attorney General
is willing to be tolerant.
- What about Clara?
- The Bergers declared.
They say she was under
Eve's bad influence.
I'll let her go.
But her mother stashed drugs
in her house.
Given her record, I'll remand
until we know more.
Any objections?
No. I'll get right to it.
All for one, one for all.
They love that.
- He'll be easy to catch now.
- I'm sick of playing Judas.
- I'm fed up.
- Fed up?
Why?
Oh yes. Maybe it's because Jo
found you a place?
That doesn't concern you.
That's not possible.
I could never bear
to go back to prison.
It'll be okay, mom.
Don't worry. You're innocent.
Please.
What is it?
The security camera placed
on Laurence de Zerbi's.
Have a look.
I'd like to invite you
to dinner, to thank you.
- There's no need...
- Please. I insist.
Fucking Versini!
My ex-wife is a pinzutu.
She hated Corsica.
Even more than my job.
So, after a year,
she took our kid and left.
What about you? Why is
your wife not here?
When I was put under pressure
to forget about the SDF
murder case in Toulon,
she begged me to draw back.
It was too much for her.
Corsican veal à la boulagne
with a leek fondue.
And a Corsican coteaux du cap,
my mom's favorite.
I owe you one.
Whatever you need, any time.
Well, to our ex's.
Who haven't understood
what life is about.
Tell me about Lorenzi.
I want to be direct because...
I know you're investigating
me for his death.
Okay.
I have just one question.
Did you kill Francis Lorenzi?
I would've done it
because he killed my godson
and tried to run like a coward
when he got out of prison.
Why didn't I do it sooner?
Maybe you had another motive.
Like avenging Lorenzi's girl.
Stella was not a virgin.
If she had done something
improper, she'd be found out.
Why commit suicide
less than a month
before her father got out?
Unless her lover
was also an incestuous dad.
Do you like veal?
It's fabulous, isn't it?
He's handsome.
- I like your partner.
- Yes.
I'd let him cuddle me.
Well, well... Let's see.
I really don't understand.
The procuress adores him,
and now you...?
What do you all see
in this guy?
Does he produce Global Warming
in women, or what?
- You're jealous, brother.
- I am not.
Jo doesn't know
what he's up to.
And that could force me
to talk about Lorenzi.
- Maybe you should.
- I don't want to risk it.
She would understand.
Don't get so upset
about the Breton.
Jo will do as she pleases,
and you better be sly.
"Be sly..."
I'll warm you all up is what.
What are you doing here?
Marie is not home tonight.
I thought...
Adaptation: Eclair Group