Duel au soleil (2014): Season 1, Episode 5 - Le sang n'est pas de l'eau - full transcript
BLOOD IS NOT WATER
- No, leave it.
- I have to answer.
It's your father.
Hello?
It's not too early! You have
5 minutes to come down.
He's downstairs.
No. Oh, damn...
Do you think he saw your car?
No.
Chief, it's Louis Costa.
Like the village Costas?
Yes. He's the oldest.
He's a big local banker.
Why would it be murder?
Accidents are frequent here.
Yes, but there usually
aren't break marks on the road.
A hunter heard another car.
They wanted it to look
like an accident, but...
He has post mortem marks.
He died between 2 and 5 am,
before he ended up here.
We have to get him out
for the autopsy.
- Let's wait.
There might be leads in the car.
I want to see his body.
Impossible, Mr. Costa. We must
isolate and search the area.
I know you, Renucci.
You came here for a reason.
My little Louis was killed,
wasn't he?
Ma'am...
I'm truly sorry
about what happened.
Do you know if your husband
had enemies?
He died after 3 am.
It's a little late to be out.
He left at 8 pm.
I don't know where to.
He was going to work.
- On a Saturday?
- We Costas work a lot!
Every day, if we have to!
And you stayed here?
Where else?
Let her cry in peace!
Get out of my house!
Excuse him, ma'am.
He's a pinzutu.
He just got here.
Perfect! Bravo!
You just made a new friend.
Let me talk from now on.
You'll have to calm down
or sleep the night.
Speaking like that might work
on the continent, but here...
You don't interrogate,
you chat!
But nobody chats
with a black cop around here.
He didn't say "my son's house"
but "my house".
So? He's a nouveau riche.
His father was a butcher.
He sells to all the best
restaurants on the island.
They bought the Santini fruit
juice factory. They're huge.
Don't you get it?
But he terrorizes her.
If the son was like his dad,
she's a suspect.
Not at all. Not at all.
I think she was upset.
I'm sure that she loved him.
But nowadays love is just
to act stupid, isn't it?
What now?
- Your oranges are fantastic.
- Thanks to my son Hubert.
You should be looking
for my son's murderer.
We agree on that, Mr. Costa,
but you can't hide
things from us.
What are you talking about?
Good-bye.
Well, that was a lesson
on being subtle.
Bravo. I applaud you...
with both hands.
Sorry to contradict you but,
without an order,
the bank will not provide
info on Costa.
It better be murder, then.
We need to find the real
crime scene. We're on it.
It would help to know if he
had trouble with any clients.
I hope you're right.
Otherwise,
someone might get told off.
If you find it.
Would you get angry at him?
- Here is your order.
- Thank you.
Excuse me.
I have an appointment
for a match.
You should do some sports.
It wouldn't do you harm.
- Oh, Joseph!
- Chief.
Do you have a new menu?
- Do you want a table?
- Some other time.
New cops are on diet.
- Was Costa here last night?
- Yes.
With a cute
35 year-old redhead.
If you like women like that,
you know what I mean.
- Had they been here before?
- Yes.
She lasted longer than others.
- Does she have a name?
- I don't know.
She's a hairdresser.
What was Costa like?
Nervous? Tense?
No, cheerful. Excited.
She wasn't, though.
She seemed worried.
Well. Thank you.
Later.
Louis Costa's phone
was turned off after 11 pm,
just after he left
La Dolce Vita.
As far as his portfolio,
it's peanuts.
He didn't use his debit card.
He turned his cell off
to be left alone
with his hairdresser, no?
I'm not so sure.
The hotel maître said
she didn't look too motivated.
Who cuts your hair?
- My wife. Why?
- She's not too talented.
Find the hairdresser.
Whatever.
- Whatever!
- What?
It's him!
So who were you with?
- What?
- In your room.
- Does that concern you?
- Well...
Well, it was Marie.
Oh, right.
She's 75 years old,
but I was sure you'd fall for her.
What have you got?
Sunk in pelvis,
broken right knee and leg.
Violent shock under the waist.
We're waiting for the autopsy,
but I think he was hit by a car.
What should we do?
Let's ask the officers
if there was an accident.
You play the expert.
I'll go see the wine-grower.
He's the one
who called the police.
Does he by any chance make
an excellent wine?
Hello.
The wine-grower said there was
a 4x4 here at 4:30.
But many couples park here
after going to a disco.
- Just so you know.
- It could be the crime scene.
Yes, there's a trace of blood.
The DNA will tell us
if it's Costa's blood.
Call me as soon as you know.
Well, is that all?
There's a brake mark
and pieces of headlight.
So there was a crash.
They'll find us the car model.
There are tire traces, there.
I want a cast.
Okay.
Say, your boss is doing well.
Yes, he's conducting
a deep investigation
of the neighborhood.
Everything alright?
If Costa was murdered here,
why did we find his corpse
in Funtanone?
It's amazing.
It has a sort of force
and... delicateness...
Why didn't the murderer
just leave?
It's wonderful.
Red fruit notes.
Eucalyptus, too.
That's due to the variety.
- The niellucciu.
- The niellucciu.
- You don't know it.
- No...
It's sure not cider.
- Hello?
- Alexia Debès.
- I'll bring her over.
- Okay.
I'm coming.
Well, your road hog
took the corpse to Funtanone
'cause many accidents happen there.
- Won't you try this...?
- No. Thank you.
Pity.
Wine heals heart wounds.
Pleasure is never far
from tears.
So true...
How did you meet Louis Costa?
I asked him for a loan
for my salon.
Who might have killed him?
I don't know.
Did his wife know about you?
She pretended not to.
She didn't want a scandal.
Tell me about Saturday.
Louis invited me
to La Dolce Vita.
I love that place...
although the hotel maître
thinks I'm a whore.
He then took me home
saying that his wife was ill...
Then I went to visit my neighbor,
and I stayed there until...
I don't know... 2 am.
Do you know what he was doing
in Clos Ascola at 4 am?
No.
Alexia has no alibi after 2.
Her salon was a failure.
Costa stopped financing her.
Without a car, how could
she have done it?
In a scooter?
Plus, she had no motive.
The experts found red hair
and other fingerprints
on his shoes.
They probably fell off.
What did you do to yourself?
I went to the hairdresser.
Don't worry, I paid.
You shouldn't have.
You look like a Playmobil.
You see, Ange?
Listen, we have a 4 hour gap
to fill
between La Dolce Vita
and the accident.
It's a mystery.
Anyone up for a disco tour?
Not me, thank you.
I'm busy tonight.
I'm sure Marchioni's hairdo
will heat up the dancefloor.
"The dancefloor"!
He doesn't know anyone.
What's wrong with my hair?
Louis' dossiers are here.
They're together for sure.
They're sleeping together.
I can just feel it.
He was with a woman today,
and Jo's car was parked
at the square.
Good for you!
You shouldn't spy on people.
- What will you do?
- What can I do?
If I talk about it,
I'll encourage Jo.
So...?
I don't find him that bad.
At least he'll make cute babies.
Calm down.
She hasn't left Bruno yet,
and I haven't said
my last word either.
I must go.
Are you meeting Bruno?
No. I'm having dinner
with a friend.
Later.
What do you want?
To speak with you in private.
I checked your accounts.
You have plenty of money.
Of course I do.
Who do you take me for?
Why did your husband mortgage
your house?
That's impossible!
This house is mine.
He just imitated
your signature.
That bastard!
I tried to ignore his liaisons
with prostitutes,
but this is too much.
We didn't marry for love.
He wanted a career
and I wanted him,
so we made a deal.
Why did he want this money?
To buy the orange plantation.
His father wanted it so badly
that even Louis complained.
What he asked of him
was dangerous.
What was it?
I don't know,
but he must have obeyed.
We even had to move here.
Hello!
A double coffee.
No, triple!
Well, you look horrible.
"Horrible"? I'm dead alright!
I went to bed at 5
for nothing.
Ange!
Nobody saw Louis.
Regarding the headlight debris
we found in Ascola,
they belong to a Kangoo.
A regular car
to transport family,
materials...
I don't want one myself.
Just give me the list
of owners, okay?
Where is the pinzutu?
What? Ange, are you okay?
He had a date last night.
He finished. And this morning
we will again.
That's what he's doing.
Drink that coffee, please.
You have a list to turn in.
I'll be waiting.
This wasn't for me.
Santini sold the plantation
because he was bankrupt,
but I think somebody
helped him go down.
I would love to know
why Costa's father
wanted that plantation.
Wasn't he a butcher?
Go ask him.
I like you,
but I don't like interrogations.
Sooner or later,
we'll end up knowing it.
But if you tell me,
Renucci will be very angry.
The Costas were not
always rich.
In 1920, they worked
for Santini, and one of them
stole some oil containers.
The whole family was fired.
The Costas never forgot that.
That was a century ago.
To us, it was yesterday.
Paul Santini made a mistake
by forgetting it.
He trusted Louis
and let him administrate
all his money.
Why did he do that,
if they were enemies?
The fathers had an argument
5 years ago.
Costa swore that everything
had been forgotten.
The Santinis are too naive,
and they believed him.
I know what you think, but
Paul Santini is a good guy.
I was his nanny. I know
he's not a murderer.
Hello, Ms. Bérini.
The wind is blowing.
There!
She'll never forgive you
for putting her son in jail.
Be careful, she's a witch.
I don't believe in that.
What were you doing?
I couldn't reach you.
It's unpleasant, isn't it?
Louis was hit by a Kangoo.
We have 3.
Are you coming?
The speed limit is 30,
so take it easy.
Won't you say anything?
I bet Paul Santini
has a Kangoo.
He's bankrupt.
Him, his wife Patricia
and their son Mateo
live with a cousin named Riton
who fixes cars.
Did Marie tell you all that?
In 2010, the Santinis
invested everything
in some hyper profitable
financial business.
In 2011, the stock crisis hit them
and left them with nothing.
They're not the only ones.
Everyone was affected.
So, was Louis in charge
of that business?
Yes. And then he denied them
the loan for their last chance
and the plantation was put up
for sale.
Costa the father profited
from the occasion.
That's dirty.
- Small welcome committee.
- Look at them.
Go on, go on!
We're having lunch!
What is it now?
Sorry for interrupting
your lunch, Mr. Santini,
but I'd like to know where
you were Saturday night
between 3 and 5 am.
In bed. Everybody was home.
Of course.
Can we see your car?
Not without a warrant.
"Without a warrant..." Okay.
Is this enough?
The same marks as in Ascola.
Nickel wing and headlight.
But it's new!
My husband is not a murderer.
What are you doing here?
You killed my son.
Get out! Why did you come?
You're the bastard!
Shut up, bitch!
Hey, calm down!
Stop!
Come on.
We have your fingerprint
on Louis' shoe.
And Riton's boss says
he went to the garage
to get the workshop key.
I had never seen him, okay?
I was half asleep
and the impact woke me.
- Were you drunk?
- Me?
No, your little sister.
No, I wasn't drunk.
I was just tired, as I said.
I work in the black market
to make some dough.
I was getting back
from a night of plumbing.
If it was an accident,
why did you stage the rest?
Because I knew
I would be accused...
so I panicked. It happens.
He was 1.82 m tall and weighed
80 kg. Who helped you?
Nobody helped me!
I'm strong, okay?
I went up in his car
and walked back to get my own.
Someone heard another car...
It wasn't me.
Call my lawyer. Go on.
Santini did not kill
his worst enemy by chance.
It was murder. Period.
What about his phone?
No calls to Louis
or anyone else.
I think his accomplice must
have been in the Kangoo.
- So...?
- I finished the autopsy.
His wounds were not mortal,
he could have been rescued.
Somebody strangled him.
Wait, are you sure?
Why are we here?
We came to get
some fresh air.
Some sunshine... and a chat,
man to man.
No lawyers, no police...
Nobody.
In peace.
- I want to help you.
- Help me?
Why would you do that?
Because you might have run him over
but you didn't kill him.
Because you're a man of honor
who settles his problems
face to face,
with your own fists or rifle.
You wouldn't strangle a man
who was already wounded.
Never.
You're protecting someone.
Someone close.
I recognized him
after the crash.
Don't forget that his family
stole everything mine built.
So I cracked.
Everything came back to me.
You know how it is.
They accused you of murdering
the guy who killed your godson.
Lorenzi.
I read it in the paper.
But I was proved innocent.
Didn't you read that too?
Well, are you sure
this is what you want?
Put that on paper for me
and I'll sign, okay?
Okay.
The guy confessed,
what else do you want?
The real murderer.
These guys never confess.
If they do, it's for a reason.
Are you an expert on Corsican
psychology or what?
Come on. We have fingerprints
and it was his car.
He could have lent it
to his son, to his cousin...
You know, we protect those
we love around here.
If we do love anyone.
He could be guilty,
or he could be an accomplice.
Well, prove it!
Let's have a reenactment
tomorrow morning,
first in Funtanone,
then in Escola.
Impossible. Costa and Santini
almost picked a fight.
We better let things cool.
That's not possible,
because Costa was well-known
and they're pressuring me.
You started this fire.
Now put it out.
I'm the one who decides.
Very well, ma'am.
See you later.
When will you finally
get him for me?
I knew it happened
Saturday night.
Am I wrong?
You're a witch!
So, what's wrong?
With him, nothing.
It's Bruno.
He asked me to marry him.
I said I would think about it.
Poor guy!
He was kind enough not to look
too disappointed.
What should I do, Léti?
Not being sure is knowing.
And you must admit
that Bruno is insipid
compared to the Breton.
But he loves me.
The Breton also loves you.
I can assure you that.
He's getting divorced.
We just met, that's why
he's giving in.
He might not even stay here.
Do you have any more
lame arguments like that?
- Or should I get a bottle?
- Go get a bottle.
- Is your father not here?
- He didn't dare to come.
- They're about to explode.
- Too late!
We should have known.
So, how did it happen?
I came up that way by car
and parked over there.
Then I took... the car,
and I pushed it over.
So you were alone?
Yes, I was alone, of course!
Who was with him?
You? Or was it you?
No? Was it both?
Don't tell them anything.
Dad!
Dad!
How did he enter the perimeter
with a gun?
- Listen...
- It's not their fault.
He must have spent
the night here.
- This was a stupid idea.
- No, it was not stupid.
- These people are animals!
- Right.
No, shut up.
I advise you to shut up.
Damn you, Ange Renucci.
Sorry about your husband.
Had he told the truth...
had you told it...
he'd still be alive.
I was with him at Funtanone...
Stop lying. It's useless.
We checked at La Conca
and they identified you.
You were there on Saturday.
To get back home,
you must pass
by the place where Louis died.
You left the disco
at around 3:10,
which is more or less
when Louis was killed.
That's disturbing, isn't it?
So? The one driving the Kangoo
was my uncle.
We took a ride to La Conca.
With whom?
Do you have names?
We're not policemen.
We didn't ask.
Let us go or we'll call
our lawyer.
Sit down!
Santini sacrificed himself
for you two.
But you're not worth it.
You're a bunch of fools.
And you? Hey!
Are you a man
or a piece of shit?
Your father is dead.
Do you want people
to remember him as a murderer?
It was an accident.
Hey, Mateo!
I was driving. As we got back
we were completely drunk...
We were wild, dancing.
I didn't see him
before the crash.
Then we stopped.
He didn't move. So we left.
Without getting out
of the car?
Did you see anyone in the 4x4?
No. We left in a hurry.
Then we told dad.
He didn't want us
to use the Kangoo.
The three of us went back
and recovered the corpse.
I don't get it.
Louis parked
in the middle of the road?
Show us how it happened.
We arrived from here
and he was projected.
We didn't see him.
We hit him here.
Wait. It takes 45 minutes
to get to the village.
It's strange that nobody else
saw the body.
When we came back,
the body had moved.
To where?
Over here, more or less.
We thought maybe
he had crawled before dying,
that he had died afterwards.
- Here?
- Yes, more or less.
Nothing here indicates
that he crawled.
The back part of his shoes
were worn out.
That means he was dragged.
We took him by the arms,
and my father by the feet.
Put him in the 4x4.
Thus Santini's fingerprints.
So the killer moved the body
before the Santinis came back.
What did the murderer do next?
I have no idea.
He must have left by foot.
He wanted to be far away
when the body was found.
There's a bus stop
1 km away from Ascola.
The first one leaves at 6 am.
Should I call the bus
and cabs association?
Not the cabs. He's no idiot.
He must have taken the bus.
Also check this line here
and all its stops.
- What's today's specialty?
- Pork with chestnuts.
I want one of those.
It's not time to celebrate.
We have a dead man,
no motive, no suspect...
Yes, but I can reflect
better on a full stomach.
Plus, I gotta tell you...
I've had enough of your advice
this week, okay?
We still haven't found out
what Costa did
after leaving the restaurant.
Augusta, will you marry me?
No problem. But you'll have
to kill my husband!
Yes. I might actually do that.
- Ange.
- Yes?
Oh, no!
- What is it?
- We have Louis' phone record.
He called a number
on the night of the murder.
You're not gonna like this.
Oh, shit!
Well. Not a word to Le Tallec.
Where did he go?
It's personal.
He left me his plate.
It must be serious, then.
Did you get the phone record?
No. They're slow as usual!
Did you find anything?
I was going to tell Renucci,
but he just left.
I examined father Costa's
bank accounts.
He bought the plantation.
So why did Louis want
that mortgage money?
It doesn't make sense.
Bon appétit.
Louis Costa was a big gambler,
and he lost often.
He owed me 50,000 Euros
and I wasn't the only one.
Don't be scared!
You never kill a debtor.
You just shake him up
from time to time.
But not in this case.
We'll play on Saturday,
if there's a game.
You'll have your info
in 2 hours.
I called the phone service.
Your godfather called Louis
6 hours before his death.
I'll show you the damn report,
do you hear?
Hyacinthe was at a funeral
all night.
He never does the dirty work.
Darcourt is right.
You don't know the difference
between good and evil.
What?
Listen, I know the difference
between good and evil,
and the difference between
a loyal partner
and a potential traitor.
Of course.
You should see a doctor.
Hyancinthe, please stop.
On Saturday night, Louis was
playing with the President
in a villa in Saint-Pierre.
They were betting big.
Them two, a bishop,
two gamblers and the Counselor.
I'll never get an order
to interrogate them.
One of them owes me a favor.
Is it the bishop?
Well, Emanuel too,
but I'm saving him for emergencies.
It's best to be prepared.
The Lord's ways are a mystery.
No, seriously. The Counselor
has nothing to say, of course,
but he'll accept a drink.
Louis won every bet that night.
He was very lucky.
So much, that he stayed on.
At what time did he leave?
2 am. With 100,00 Euros in cash.
That's some amount!
Was he alone?
Gamblers usually bring
a little luck charm along.
Sometimes he comes with a red
haired woman. Not this time.
Did he say where he was going?
He said he wanted to celebrate
at La Conca.
Yes, but he never got there.
Did he say if he wanted
company?
He said he'd be forgiven
if he woke the redhead up
with the cash in hand.
Really?
The police surrenders.
I checked Alexia's
salon's bank accounts.
It's still in the red.
The loan money was
for the Costas.
He wanted cash in order
to pay his debts.
And when that wasn't enough,
he mortgaged his wife's house.
I paid him 80% of the loan
in cash.
He said otherwise he wouldn't
help me keep the salon.
Why didn't you tell us
about his passion for poker?
I don't know. I didn't want
to stain his memory.
I think it's because you
didn't want us to find out
that he had won 100,000 Euros
on Saturday.
That's news. I didn't know.
Miss. De Besse, I have men
searching your salon
and your house.
There's a bus driver
who said he saw you at 6 am,
5 km away
from the crime scene. So...?
We found this in your salon.
Those are my savings.
There's 85,000 Euros.
It's the amount
that Louis won on Saturday,
minus the total amount
of you debts.
On Monday, you paid your debts
in cash, a total of 15,000 Euros.
That doesn't prove anything.
It will before court.
What would you tell Costa?
Or to the Santinis?
Paul's death is your fault.
A spontaneous confession
would help you.
You can plead it was a crime
of passion. Maybe 6 years.
Or you could get away
with 2 to 3 years.
In a continent prison,
I promise.
So...?
Come on!
He came to get me at 3 am.
I was exhausted,
but I had no choice.
He wanted to go to La Conca.
He was very excited.
Stop!
I needed 20,000 Euros.
That's nothing!
Go home on foot.
That bastard would not
give them to me.
Then the other guy came.
He could not see them
because of the 4x4.
No!
I panicked. I don't know
what came over me.
I was sick of being
humiliated.
Plus, there was the money.
Die! Die!
I did love him, though.
Did the Kangoo hit him
on purpose?
I don't know.
I couldn't tell.
I don't know.
My report will determine
Mateo's implication.
He has no criminal record,
but he ran off
and failed to assist a person
in danger. Suspended sentence.
But this stupid, ridiculous
vendetta must stop.
I can't do anything.
Very well.
The report will say
that Mateo and Riton
ran Louis over,
that it was a murder attempt,
and that means your son
won't get out soon!
You already lost your husband.
What do you want?
To lose your son too?
- So...?
- No, not my son.
I'll talk to them.
You have my word.
That's enough. Follow me.
I ask your forgiveness for
what Louis and his father did.
I hope you can also
forgive my son.
Xavière.
Have a seat. I'm coming.
She'll tell everything
the Costas did.
I'm filled with admiration.
Without women,
Corsica would have disappeared
centuries ago.
Yup...
So, Ms. Lorenzi?
What is it like to live
knowing that you let
your daughter die?
Can you sleep at night?
You know what her father
did to her.
You didn't say anything.
If you had talked,
Stella would still be alive.
You let her down.
There was nothing I could do.
You didn't know him.
He would have killed us both!
Shit!
She's the one who killed him.
Hello, Renucci?
I must talk to you.
Call me back. Soon.
- What are you doing here?
- Bruno wants to marry me.
But I said no.
Because I love you.
Put your hands up, boys.
Slowly, please.
"C4"! Do you realize?
Enough to blow the place up,
and everyone in it!
He went too far this time.
Let him go.
He knows what he has to do.
Adaptation: Eclair Group
- No, leave it.
- I have to answer.
It's your father.
Hello?
It's not too early! You have
5 minutes to come down.
He's downstairs.
No. Oh, damn...
Do you think he saw your car?
No.
Chief, it's Louis Costa.
Like the village Costas?
Yes. He's the oldest.
He's a big local banker.
Why would it be murder?
Accidents are frequent here.
Yes, but there usually
aren't break marks on the road.
A hunter heard another car.
They wanted it to look
like an accident, but...
He has post mortem marks.
He died between 2 and 5 am,
before he ended up here.
We have to get him out
for the autopsy.
- Let's wait.
There might be leads in the car.
I want to see his body.
Impossible, Mr. Costa. We must
isolate and search the area.
I know you, Renucci.
You came here for a reason.
My little Louis was killed,
wasn't he?
Ma'am...
I'm truly sorry
about what happened.
Do you know if your husband
had enemies?
He died after 3 am.
It's a little late to be out.
He left at 8 pm.
I don't know where to.
He was going to work.
- On a Saturday?
- We Costas work a lot!
Every day, if we have to!
And you stayed here?
Where else?
Let her cry in peace!
Get out of my house!
Excuse him, ma'am.
He's a pinzutu.
He just got here.
Perfect! Bravo!
You just made a new friend.
Let me talk from now on.
You'll have to calm down
or sleep the night.
Speaking like that might work
on the continent, but here...
You don't interrogate,
you chat!
But nobody chats
with a black cop around here.
He didn't say "my son's house"
but "my house".
So? He's a nouveau riche.
His father was a butcher.
He sells to all the best
restaurants on the island.
They bought the Santini fruit
juice factory. They're huge.
Don't you get it?
But he terrorizes her.
If the son was like his dad,
she's a suspect.
Not at all. Not at all.
I think she was upset.
I'm sure that she loved him.
But nowadays love is just
to act stupid, isn't it?
What now?
- Your oranges are fantastic.
- Thanks to my son Hubert.
You should be looking
for my son's murderer.
We agree on that, Mr. Costa,
but you can't hide
things from us.
What are you talking about?
Good-bye.
Well, that was a lesson
on being subtle.
Bravo. I applaud you...
with both hands.
Sorry to contradict you but,
without an order,
the bank will not provide
info on Costa.
It better be murder, then.
We need to find the real
crime scene. We're on it.
It would help to know if he
had trouble with any clients.
I hope you're right.
Otherwise,
someone might get told off.
If you find it.
Would you get angry at him?
- Here is your order.
- Thank you.
Excuse me.
I have an appointment
for a match.
You should do some sports.
It wouldn't do you harm.
- Oh, Joseph!
- Chief.
Do you have a new menu?
- Do you want a table?
- Some other time.
New cops are on diet.
- Was Costa here last night?
- Yes.
With a cute
35 year-old redhead.
If you like women like that,
you know what I mean.
- Had they been here before?
- Yes.
She lasted longer than others.
- Does she have a name?
- I don't know.
She's a hairdresser.
What was Costa like?
Nervous? Tense?
No, cheerful. Excited.
She wasn't, though.
She seemed worried.
Well. Thank you.
Later.
Louis Costa's phone
was turned off after 11 pm,
just after he left
La Dolce Vita.
As far as his portfolio,
it's peanuts.
He didn't use his debit card.
He turned his cell off
to be left alone
with his hairdresser, no?
I'm not so sure.
The hotel maître said
she didn't look too motivated.
Who cuts your hair?
- My wife. Why?
- She's not too talented.
Find the hairdresser.
Whatever.
- Whatever!
- What?
It's him!
So who were you with?
- What?
- In your room.
- Does that concern you?
- Well...
Well, it was Marie.
Oh, right.
She's 75 years old,
but I was sure you'd fall for her.
What have you got?
Sunk in pelvis,
broken right knee and leg.
Violent shock under the waist.
We're waiting for the autopsy,
but I think he was hit by a car.
What should we do?
Let's ask the officers
if there was an accident.
You play the expert.
I'll go see the wine-grower.
He's the one
who called the police.
Does he by any chance make
an excellent wine?
Hello.
The wine-grower said there was
a 4x4 here at 4:30.
But many couples park here
after going to a disco.
- Just so you know.
- It could be the crime scene.
Yes, there's a trace of blood.
The DNA will tell us
if it's Costa's blood.
Call me as soon as you know.
Well, is that all?
There's a brake mark
and pieces of headlight.
So there was a crash.
They'll find us the car model.
There are tire traces, there.
I want a cast.
Okay.
Say, your boss is doing well.
Yes, he's conducting
a deep investigation
of the neighborhood.
Everything alright?
If Costa was murdered here,
why did we find his corpse
in Funtanone?
It's amazing.
It has a sort of force
and... delicateness...
Why didn't the murderer
just leave?
It's wonderful.
Red fruit notes.
Eucalyptus, too.
That's due to the variety.
- The niellucciu.
- The niellucciu.
- You don't know it.
- No...
It's sure not cider.
- Hello?
- Alexia Debès.
- I'll bring her over.
- Okay.
I'm coming.
Well, your road hog
took the corpse to Funtanone
'cause many accidents happen there.
- Won't you try this...?
- No. Thank you.
Pity.
Wine heals heart wounds.
Pleasure is never far
from tears.
So true...
How did you meet Louis Costa?
I asked him for a loan
for my salon.
Who might have killed him?
I don't know.
Did his wife know about you?
She pretended not to.
She didn't want a scandal.
Tell me about Saturday.
Louis invited me
to La Dolce Vita.
I love that place...
although the hotel maître
thinks I'm a whore.
He then took me home
saying that his wife was ill...
Then I went to visit my neighbor,
and I stayed there until...
I don't know... 2 am.
Do you know what he was doing
in Clos Ascola at 4 am?
No.
Alexia has no alibi after 2.
Her salon was a failure.
Costa stopped financing her.
Without a car, how could
she have done it?
In a scooter?
Plus, she had no motive.
The experts found red hair
and other fingerprints
on his shoes.
They probably fell off.
What did you do to yourself?
I went to the hairdresser.
Don't worry, I paid.
You shouldn't have.
You look like a Playmobil.
You see, Ange?
Listen, we have a 4 hour gap
to fill
between La Dolce Vita
and the accident.
It's a mystery.
Anyone up for a disco tour?
Not me, thank you.
I'm busy tonight.
I'm sure Marchioni's hairdo
will heat up the dancefloor.
"The dancefloor"!
He doesn't know anyone.
What's wrong with my hair?
Louis' dossiers are here.
They're together for sure.
They're sleeping together.
I can just feel it.
He was with a woman today,
and Jo's car was parked
at the square.
Good for you!
You shouldn't spy on people.
- What will you do?
- What can I do?
If I talk about it,
I'll encourage Jo.
So...?
I don't find him that bad.
At least he'll make cute babies.
Calm down.
She hasn't left Bruno yet,
and I haven't said
my last word either.
I must go.
Are you meeting Bruno?
No. I'm having dinner
with a friend.
Later.
What do you want?
To speak with you in private.
I checked your accounts.
You have plenty of money.
Of course I do.
Who do you take me for?
Why did your husband mortgage
your house?
That's impossible!
This house is mine.
He just imitated
your signature.
That bastard!
I tried to ignore his liaisons
with prostitutes,
but this is too much.
We didn't marry for love.
He wanted a career
and I wanted him,
so we made a deal.
Why did he want this money?
To buy the orange plantation.
His father wanted it so badly
that even Louis complained.
What he asked of him
was dangerous.
What was it?
I don't know,
but he must have obeyed.
We even had to move here.
Hello!
A double coffee.
No, triple!
Well, you look horrible.
"Horrible"? I'm dead alright!
I went to bed at 5
for nothing.
Ange!
Nobody saw Louis.
Regarding the headlight debris
we found in Ascola,
they belong to a Kangoo.
A regular car
to transport family,
materials...
I don't want one myself.
Just give me the list
of owners, okay?
Where is the pinzutu?
What? Ange, are you okay?
He had a date last night.
He finished. And this morning
we will again.
That's what he's doing.
Drink that coffee, please.
You have a list to turn in.
I'll be waiting.
This wasn't for me.
Santini sold the plantation
because he was bankrupt,
but I think somebody
helped him go down.
I would love to know
why Costa's father
wanted that plantation.
Wasn't he a butcher?
Go ask him.
I like you,
but I don't like interrogations.
Sooner or later,
we'll end up knowing it.
But if you tell me,
Renucci will be very angry.
The Costas were not
always rich.
In 1920, they worked
for Santini, and one of them
stole some oil containers.
The whole family was fired.
The Costas never forgot that.
That was a century ago.
To us, it was yesterday.
Paul Santini made a mistake
by forgetting it.
He trusted Louis
and let him administrate
all his money.
Why did he do that,
if they were enemies?
The fathers had an argument
5 years ago.
Costa swore that everything
had been forgotten.
The Santinis are too naive,
and they believed him.
I know what you think, but
Paul Santini is a good guy.
I was his nanny. I know
he's not a murderer.
Hello, Ms. Bérini.
The wind is blowing.
There!
She'll never forgive you
for putting her son in jail.
Be careful, she's a witch.
I don't believe in that.
What were you doing?
I couldn't reach you.
It's unpleasant, isn't it?
Louis was hit by a Kangoo.
We have 3.
Are you coming?
The speed limit is 30,
so take it easy.
Won't you say anything?
I bet Paul Santini
has a Kangoo.
He's bankrupt.
Him, his wife Patricia
and their son Mateo
live with a cousin named Riton
who fixes cars.
Did Marie tell you all that?
In 2010, the Santinis
invested everything
in some hyper profitable
financial business.
In 2011, the stock crisis hit them
and left them with nothing.
They're not the only ones.
Everyone was affected.
So, was Louis in charge
of that business?
Yes. And then he denied them
the loan for their last chance
and the plantation was put up
for sale.
Costa the father profited
from the occasion.
That's dirty.
- Small welcome committee.
- Look at them.
Go on, go on!
We're having lunch!
What is it now?
Sorry for interrupting
your lunch, Mr. Santini,
but I'd like to know where
you were Saturday night
between 3 and 5 am.
In bed. Everybody was home.
Of course.
Can we see your car?
Not without a warrant.
"Without a warrant..." Okay.
Is this enough?
The same marks as in Ascola.
Nickel wing and headlight.
But it's new!
My husband is not a murderer.
What are you doing here?
You killed my son.
Get out! Why did you come?
You're the bastard!
Shut up, bitch!
Hey, calm down!
Stop!
Come on.
We have your fingerprint
on Louis' shoe.
And Riton's boss says
he went to the garage
to get the workshop key.
I had never seen him, okay?
I was half asleep
and the impact woke me.
- Were you drunk?
- Me?
No, your little sister.
No, I wasn't drunk.
I was just tired, as I said.
I work in the black market
to make some dough.
I was getting back
from a night of plumbing.
If it was an accident,
why did you stage the rest?
Because I knew
I would be accused...
so I panicked. It happens.
He was 1.82 m tall and weighed
80 kg. Who helped you?
Nobody helped me!
I'm strong, okay?
I went up in his car
and walked back to get my own.
Someone heard another car...
It wasn't me.
Call my lawyer. Go on.
Santini did not kill
his worst enemy by chance.
It was murder. Period.
What about his phone?
No calls to Louis
or anyone else.
I think his accomplice must
have been in the Kangoo.
- So...?
- I finished the autopsy.
His wounds were not mortal,
he could have been rescued.
Somebody strangled him.
Wait, are you sure?
Why are we here?
We came to get
some fresh air.
Some sunshine... and a chat,
man to man.
No lawyers, no police...
Nobody.
In peace.
- I want to help you.
- Help me?
Why would you do that?
Because you might have run him over
but you didn't kill him.
Because you're a man of honor
who settles his problems
face to face,
with your own fists or rifle.
You wouldn't strangle a man
who was already wounded.
Never.
You're protecting someone.
Someone close.
I recognized him
after the crash.
Don't forget that his family
stole everything mine built.
So I cracked.
Everything came back to me.
You know how it is.
They accused you of murdering
the guy who killed your godson.
Lorenzi.
I read it in the paper.
But I was proved innocent.
Didn't you read that too?
Well, are you sure
this is what you want?
Put that on paper for me
and I'll sign, okay?
Okay.
The guy confessed,
what else do you want?
The real murderer.
These guys never confess.
If they do, it's for a reason.
Are you an expert on Corsican
psychology or what?
Come on. We have fingerprints
and it was his car.
He could have lent it
to his son, to his cousin...
You know, we protect those
we love around here.
If we do love anyone.
He could be guilty,
or he could be an accomplice.
Well, prove it!
Let's have a reenactment
tomorrow morning,
first in Funtanone,
then in Escola.
Impossible. Costa and Santini
almost picked a fight.
We better let things cool.
That's not possible,
because Costa was well-known
and they're pressuring me.
You started this fire.
Now put it out.
I'm the one who decides.
Very well, ma'am.
See you later.
When will you finally
get him for me?
I knew it happened
Saturday night.
Am I wrong?
You're a witch!
So, what's wrong?
With him, nothing.
It's Bruno.
He asked me to marry him.
I said I would think about it.
Poor guy!
He was kind enough not to look
too disappointed.
What should I do, Léti?
Not being sure is knowing.
And you must admit
that Bruno is insipid
compared to the Breton.
But he loves me.
The Breton also loves you.
I can assure you that.
He's getting divorced.
We just met, that's why
he's giving in.
He might not even stay here.
Do you have any more
lame arguments like that?
- Or should I get a bottle?
- Go get a bottle.
- Is your father not here?
- He didn't dare to come.
- They're about to explode.
- Too late!
We should have known.
So, how did it happen?
I came up that way by car
and parked over there.
Then I took... the car,
and I pushed it over.
So you were alone?
Yes, I was alone, of course!
Who was with him?
You? Or was it you?
No? Was it both?
Don't tell them anything.
Dad!
Dad!
How did he enter the perimeter
with a gun?
- Listen...
- It's not their fault.
He must have spent
the night here.
- This was a stupid idea.
- No, it was not stupid.
- These people are animals!
- Right.
No, shut up.
I advise you to shut up.
Damn you, Ange Renucci.
Sorry about your husband.
Had he told the truth...
had you told it...
he'd still be alive.
I was with him at Funtanone...
Stop lying. It's useless.
We checked at La Conca
and they identified you.
You were there on Saturday.
To get back home,
you must pass
by the place where Louis died.
You left the disco
at around 3:10,
which is more or less
when Louis was killed.
That's disturbing, isn't it?
So? The one driving the Kangoo
was my uncle.
We took a ride to La Conca.
With whom?
Do you have names?
We're not policemen.
We didn't ask.
Let us go or we'll call
our lawyer.
Sit down!
Santini sacrificed himself
for you two.
But you're not worth it.
You're a bunch of fools.
And you? Hey!
Are you a man
or a piece of shit?
Your father is dead.
Do you want people
to remember him as a murderer?
It was an accident.
Hey, Mateo!
I was driving. As we got back
we were completely drunk...
We were wild, dancing.
I didn't see him
before the crash.
Then we stopped.
He didn't move. So we left.
Without getting out
of the car?
Did you see anyone in the 4x4?
No. We left in a hurry.
Then we told dad.
He didn't want us
to use the Kangoo.
The three of us went back
and recovered the corpse.
I don't get it.
Louis parked
in the middle of the road?
Show us how it happened.
We arrived from here
and he was projected.
We didn't see him.
We hit him here.
Wait. It takes 45 minutes
to get to the village.
It's strange that nobody else
saw the body.
When we came back,
the body had moved.
To where?
Over here, more or less.
We thought maybe
he had crawled before dying,
that he had died afterwards.
- Here?
- Yes, more or less.
Nothing here indicates
that he crawled.
The back part of his shoes
were worn out.
That means he was dragged.
We took him by the arms,
and my father by the feet.
Put him in the 4x4.
Thus Santini's fingerprints.
So the killer moved the body
before the Santinis came back.
What did the murderer do next?
I have no idea.
He must have left by foot.
He wanted to be far away
when the body was found.
There's a bus stop
1 km away from Ascola.
The first one leaves at 6 am.
Should I call the bus
and cabs association?
Not the cabs. He's no idiot.
He must have taken the bus.
Also check this line here
and all its stops.
- What's today's specialty?
- Pork with chestnuts.
I want one of those.
It's not time to celebrate.
We have a dead man,
no motive, no suspect...
Yes, but I can reflect
better on a full stomach.
Plus, I gotta tell you...
I've had enough of your advice
this week, okay?
We still haven't found out
what Costa did
after leaving the restaurant.
Augusta, will you marry me?
No problem. But you'll have
to kill my husband!
Yes. I might actually do that.
- Ange.
- Yes?
Oh, no!
- What is it?
- We have Louis' phone record.
He called a number
on the night of the murder.
You're not gonna like this.
Oh, shit!
Well. Not a word to Le Tallec.
Where did he go?
It's personal.
He left me his plate.
It must be serious, then.
Did you get the phone record?
No. They're slow as usual!
Did you find anything?
I was going to tell Renucci,
but he just left.
I examined father Costa's
bank accounts.
He bought the plantation.
So why did Louis want
that mortgage money?
It doesn't make sense.
Bon appétit.
Louis Costa was a big gambler,
and he lost often.
He owed me 50,000 Euros
and I wasn't the only one.
Don't be scared!
You never kill a debtor.
You just shake him up
from time to time.
But not in this case.
We'll play on Saturday,
if there's a game.
You'll have your info
in 2 hours.
I called the phone service.
Your godfather called Louis
6 hours before his death.
I'll show you the damn report,
do you hear?
Hyacinthe was at a funeral
all night.
He never does the dirty work.
Darcourt is right.
You don't know the difference
between good and evil.
What?
Listen, I know the difference
between good and evil,
and the difference between
a loyal partner
and a potential traitor.
Of course.
You should see a doctor.
Hyancinthe, please stop.
On Saturday night, Louis was
playing with the President
in a villa in Saint-Pierre.
They were betting big.
Them two, a bishop,
two gamblers and the Counselor.
I'll never get an order
to interrogate them.
One of them owes me a favor.
Is it the bishop?
Well, Emanuel too,
but I'm saving him for emergencies.
It's best to be prepared.
The Lord's ways are a mystery.
No, seriously. The Counselor
has nothing to say, of course,
but he'll accept a drink.
Louis won every bet that night.
He was very lucky.
So much, that he stayed on.
At what time did he leave?
2 am. With 100,00 Euros in cash.
That's some amount!
Was he alone?
Gamblers usually bring
a little luck charm along.
Sometimes he comes with a red
haired woman. Not this time.
Did he say where he was going?
He said he wanted to celebrate
at La Conca.
Yes, but he never got there.
Did he say if he wanted
company?
He said he'd be forgiven
if he woke the redhead up
with the cash in hand.
Really?
The police surrenders.
I checked Alexia's
salon's bank accounts.
It's still in the red.
The loan money was
for the Costas.
He wanted cash in order
to pay his debts.
And when that wasn't enough,
he mortgaged his wife's house.
I paid him 80% of the loan
in cash.
He said otherwise he wouldn't
help me keep the salon.
Why didn't you tell us
about his passion for poker?
I don't know. I didn't want
to stain his memory.
I think it's because you
didn't want us to find out
that he had won 100,000 Euros
on Saturday.
That's news. I didn't know.
Miss. De Besse, I have men
searching your salon
and your house.
There's a bus driver
who said he saw you at 6 am,
5 km away
from the crime scene. So...?
We found this in your salon.
Those are my savings.
There's 85,000 Euros.
It's the amount
that Louis won on Saturday,
minus the total amount
of you debts.
On Monday, you paid your debts
in cash, a total of 15,000 Euros.
That doesn't prove anything.
It will before court.
What would you tell Costa?
Or to the Santinis?
Paul's death is your fault.
A spontaneous confession
would help you.
You can plead it was a crime
of passion. Maybe 6 years.
Or you could get away
with 2 to 3 years.
In a continent prison,
I promise.
So...?
Come on!
He came to get me at 3 am.
I was exhausted,
but I had no choice.
He wanted to go to La Conca.
He was very excited.
Stop!
I needed 20,000 Euros.
That's nothing!
Go home on foot.
That bastard would not
give them to me.
Then the other guy came.
He could not see them
because of the 4x4.
No!
I panicked. I don't know
what came over me.
I was sick of being
humiliated.
Plus, there was the money.
Die! Die!
I did love him, though.
Did the Kangoo hit him
on purpose?
I don't know.
I couldn't tell.
I don't know.
My report will determine
Mateo's implication.
He has no criminal record,
but he ran off
and failed to assist a person
in danger. Suspended sentence.
But this stupid, ridiculous
vendetta must stop.
I can't do anything.
Very well.
The report will say
that Mateo and Riton
ran Louis over,
that it was a murder attempt,
and that means your son
won't get out soon!
You already lost your husband.
What do you want?
To lose your son too?
- So...?
- No, not my son.
I'll talk to them.
You have my word.
That's enough. Follow me.
I ask your forgiveness for
what Louis and his father did.
I hope you can also
forgive my son.
Xavière.
Have a seat. I'm coming.
She'll tell everything
the Costas did.
I'm filled with admiration.
Without women,
Corsica would have disappeared
centuries ago.
Yup...
So, Ms. Lorenzi?
What is it like to live
knowing that you let
your daughter die?
Can you sleep at night?
You know what her father
did to her.
You didn't say anything.
If you had talked,
Stella would still be alive.
You let her down.
There was nothing I could do.
You didn't know him.
He would have killed us both!
Shit!
She's the one who killed him.
Hello, Renucci?
I must talk to you.
Call me back. Soon.
- What are you doing here?
- Bruno wants to marry me.
But I said no.
Because I love you.
Put your hands up, boys.
Slowly, please.
"C4"! Do you realize?
Enough to blow the place up,
and everyone in it!
He went too far this time.
Let him go.
He knows what he has to do.
Adaptation: Eclair Group