Extremely pale.
Dark spots on the skin.
And white streaks on the nails.
It's most likely poisoning.
With arsenic, yes.
A quick death. At least he didn't suffer.
How do you know that?
I inherited the hotel from my grandfather, but I'm a doctor.
Ah.
- Take note, we'll need tests done. - Two crimes in three days. They're linked.
It's possible, but stabbing indicates a very different MO than poisoning.
In any case, we can be sure it wasn't Edouard Ackerman.
He's incarcerated.
Wait, what's that?
Uh, excuse me, Miss Morel. What are you doing?
There's something under his shoulder.
Morel, could you please…
- A necklace. - Yes.
There are initials on it.
C.F.R.
Do you recognize this pendant?
No.
I'll supervise the transfer of the body to the morgue.
Return to the office when you're done.
SUMMER OF '36
Two murders at the hotel? We need to make sure no one panics.
Do you think the murderer's at the Riviera?
I have no idea, but won't everyone assume that?
What do we tell the guests? The employees?
That Edgar Girault had a heart attack.
We won't mention the arsenic. There's no need and it prevents a panic.
Hmm?
Understood.
Let me be the one to tell everyone.
Tell me, do you know what Edgar wanted this morning?
Just to check in, I guess.
Yeah. Right.
Giulia, would you mind replacing Girault as manager?
At least for the time being.
You're experienced and you know everyone.
- Yes, of course. - Thank you.
You all right?
No.
Are you kidding me?
You agreed to go to the gala just so you could get even with Delaunay?
No, not at all.
When I saw him, I couldn't stand his arrogant attitude, that's all.
You figured attacking him in front of everyone
would change their minds toward our cause?
I stood my ground.
But I didn't hear a peep out of you when they ridiculed us in front of everyone.
Don't you get it? All they saw was an aggressive bum with no self-control.
How convenient.
It's exactly what they say. "They're violent, not us."
Do you hear how that sounds?
You're thinking the same. You don't even realize it.
You ruin everything by getting angry.
You all right?
- Morning, darling. - Louis.
- You want a coffee? - No, thanks.
Grandpa's waiting.
We're having breakfast together.
You already saw him last night.
That's enough.
You don't wanna see him? Fine. But I can if I want to.
Oh!
What's gotten into him today?
Staying out all night now?
- Where were you two? - On the beach.
We watched the sun rise.
Can't you control yourself? Is that possible?
- What are you trying to say? - Gaby.
Angèle's only 16.
But we just talked and then fell asleep, that's all.
Don't worry about it. We can eat somewhere else.
Sweetheart.
Okay.
Where were you?
Edgar Girault is dead.
- He had a heart attack. - We know.
- The staff are talking of nothing else. - Well, excuse me. I just heard.
Did you get any news from the lawyer?
Yes.
Edouard will have his first court appearance today.
The lawyer's no use.
There has to be something we can do to get our Edouard out.
Well, with a confession, it's difficult.
But he couldn't be guilty. It's ridiculous.
If Edouard is cleared,
the police will think he confessed in order to protect Blanche.
- And she'll be arrested again. - You too?
- You think I'm the one who killed Adrien? - That's not true.
Is it, Henri?
Marthe.
We can't sit here and do nothing. We have to think of something.
I'll take care of it.
"Eugene Goiran and me. January 1918."
What are you doing here?
Another mouse?
What did they say at the morgue?
Only that they put in a request for emergency blood work.
Any news about the victim?
Yes.
A widower, no children.
No other romantic relationships, and he didn't have any debts.
He lived at the Riviera. It was his life, it would seem.
Any problems with an employee or a guest?
He was quite well liked by the staff at the hotel.
And also by the guests.
- So no obvious motive? - Actually…
- I thought of one. - Yes. Yes.
Edgar Girault could've known who killed Jacquart.
I thought of that, yeah. But why wouldn't he have told us?
So he could profit from it?
Hmm.
And the pendant in his office?
No one had ever seen it at the hotel.
But we still have the initials.
Hmm.
All right.
Do you have anything else to report, Morel?
Report what, Captain?
I don't know.
Why you stole the Goiran case file from the archives, for example?
Listen, Captain, I honestly find that case fascinating.
I wanted to know every little detail.
If you'd like my opinion, I don't think Pierre Farget was the real murderer.
Ah.
Well, do enlighten me, then.
I'm not entirely sure. I haven't been able to piece everything together yet.
But you know that already, since you opened the closet in my room.
I want the case file on my desk tomorrow.
Yes, Captain.
Marthe Pontavice-Caron is here. She wants to speak to you.
Very well.
I don't care about my son-in-law's ridiculous confession.
We know the methods used by the police.
Our methods, as you put it, have nothing to do with this.
Edouard Ackerman turned himself in.
You hauled his beloved wife off to jail. He wanted to protect her.
But he didn't do it.
And as for my daughter, she didn't either.
If you have any evidence to offer, I'm certainly happy to take a look at it.
My other son-in-law, Jean Berthier.
- Yes? - He was jealous of Adrien.
And he loses his temper very easily.
How so?
At the Riviera gala,
I saw him violently lash out at one of the guests.
He lunged at him.
And if no one had pulled him away…
All right.
So if one of your son-in-laws is a murderer,
you'd rather it be the worker than the banker.
Hmm?
If there's nothing more specific…
The evening of Adrien Jacquart's murder,
I'm quite sure I saw Jean Berthier near the Riviera.
You're quite sure?
I'm very sure.
I remember thinking it was someone who resembled him.
I wasn't aware yet that he was in Nice.
And you waited until today to tell us this.
Until today, I thought that…
Indeed, I hoped that the police would do their job.
When was this?
Around ten o'clock, after the concert.
Very well.
It's noted. All right.
I'm very grateful you came to let us know.
Goodbye, ma'am.
Goodbye, thank you.
Well, you were at the gala. Was there a violent altercation?
Uh, yes, there was, but it was unrelated.
Who did the other son-in-law attack?
Raoul Delaunay, the big boss. He was the one who provoked him, though.
Okay, go back to the Riviera and ask if anyone else saw Berthier there
that night Jacquart was murdered.
- All right. - Hmm?
Will do.
Yes, Odette?
Congratulations on your promotion.
Well done.
- What is it you want? - Money.
No. I'm done giving you money.
I'll go explain to the police why you would've seen me leaving Jacquart's room.
And the 500 francs missing from the hotel bar?
How will you explain that?
What do you mean?
Mr. Edgar was about to fire you, and then he turned up dead.
It's funny, every time someone dies, you are right there.
And how do you know the next one won't be you?
What's one more? Makes no difference.
They can only execute me once.
I… I'm not afraid of you.
Anyway, I don't have any money.
A promotion, then?
And with a much bigger salary.
Now that you're the hotel manager, it'd be easy for you.
The interim manager.
Let me consider it.
I don't know.
I could be the new head housekeeper.
Watch yourself, Odette.
It would be a very bad idea to push me.
Thank you.
Listen, Henri, with your…
How do I put it? Familial misadventures,
the scandal reflects on the whole organization.
I think that it's time you stepped down as president, hmm?
- I'd like to propose a vote. - Perhaps he's right, Henri.
Just until the situation is resolved.
- Gentlemen. - What are you doing here?
Let me guess, your husband was too afraid to come here himself,
so he sent you to apologize for his behavior?
We're voting right now. If you could excuse us?
Are you trying to replace my father as president?
I have something to say.
My request is simple.
Agree to make it illegal to hire anyone under 16 years old.
Come on.
You should know, plenty of your working-class friends
are grateful we're willing to hire their kids.
Without us, there are families who'd really suffer.
You don't know anything. But I do.
You perpetuate their suffering by exploiting their children.
Keeping their children ignorant guarantees you a steady supply of workers.
- It has to change. - 16?
You're being completely unrealistic.
On the contrary.
If all these children go to school until they're 16,
they'll be more qualified.
Which benefits you and society in general.
Henri, please, how much longer do we have to listen
to the socialist ideologies of your daughter?
Why don't you ask her, Raoul?
She's right in front of you.
Look around, gentlemen. The world is changing.
And if you refuse to evolve with it, you will find yourselves disappearing.
- Henri! - Dad! Dad!
Go get a doctor. Hurry.
Maybe Léonie plans to write a novel using this case as inspiration.
You know, she loves those.
Yes, I saw that.
But she would've mentioned it.
No, I don't understand why she did it behind my back.
What if she wanted to, but was afraid?
Morel, seriously?
No, no. I should call my colleague in Paris.
- Ask him what he can tell me about her. - Hmm.
Anyway, my priority is solving the Riviera cases.
Don't say anything.
- No, no, no… - Madeleine.
Hello, how'd it go at the hotel?
No one else saw Berthier anywhere around the Riviera
the night Jacquart was killed.
And here is the blood analysis of the hotel manager.
Okay.
There were high levels of arsenic found in Edgar Girault's blood,
most likely rat poison mixed into his whiskey.
The files for everyone who works at the Riviera.
Okay, very good.
Take a look at the initials of all the employees,
and see if any of them match those on the pendant we found.
All right.
About Edouard Ackerman.
We won't charge him with anything yet, will we?
I don't know what you want me to say.
He insists that he killed Jacquart and refuses to see his lawyer.
Miss Morel?
We are here to see the captain.
We want to make a statement concerning Edouard Ackerman.
You still might get five years in prison
for perjury and obstructing an ongoing investigation.
We could also add covering up a crime, if you want.
If you were protecting your wife, believe me, I will find out.
I'm sorry you took such a risk for me.
Truly sorry.
What Miss Morel said convinced my wife, and needed to turn around.
It was our duty to save you if we could. And she was right, of course.
I'll arrange transportation for you tomorrow.
My contact in New York awaits your arrival, don't worry.
Thank you for reconsidering.
- Do you have a minute? - Mm-hmm.
Do you think the captain is going to arrest my wife again?
I don't know.
Ever since the death of the Riviera's manager, everything's changed.
I need to find them somewhere safe for the night.
I have an idea.
How long have you known you're sick?
What do you have, Daddy?
Tell us, Dad, please.
A few months ago, my doctor diagnosed me with heart failure.
What does that mean?
Your husband could go into cardiac arrest at any moment.
But why didn't you say anything?
How would that have helped?
Apart from worrying you.
You need to rest.
Right, excuse me.
Mom did say he seemed tired the last little while.
It's my fault.
I went to his meeting without telling him first.
No, I'm the one who should've realized there was something wrong.
I see Daddy every day.
There's so much I should've realized before now.
I was so envious of you.
You were always his favorite, no matter what you did.
That's not true. I was never his favorite.
He just raised me like the son he always wanted.
Even after you left, he had no interest in me.
He was never very good when it came to affection.
You surely take after him.
You've always known what you want.
Adrien.
Jean.
Look at the life you've chosen.
And it was you Adrien had a child with.
You knew about Louis?
He told me the day he died.
That was cruel on his part.
I'm discovering how far his cruelty went.
And how very wrong I've been.
You have Angèle.
She's wonderful.
And so strong.
It's true, she's strong.
There's a dance tonight at Place de la Gloriette.
Angèle's going with us.
Come.
Blanche!
The lawyer called. Edouard was released.
I'm going back.
You have the right to choose what you really want.
On the one hand, the murder of Adrien Jacquart.
So many suspects and motives.
Blanche Pontavice-Caron, the lover.
Eugénie Berthier, the ex-fiancée.
Jean Berthier, the jealous husband.
But do you still think Marthe Pontavice-Caron really saw him?
Because no one saw Berthier at the Riviera, except her.
I prefer to be certain, Morel.
On the other hand, the murder of Edgar Girault, the hotel manager.
No suspects, no motives.
Except if he was blackmailing Jacquart's killer.
One thing is certain.
Whoever put the arsenic in his whiskey
knew him well enough to be invited in to have a drink,
and was clever enough to not leave fingerprints.
Are you ready to question Jean Berthier?
No, no, not yet. I don't have enough on him.
Madeleine, could you please call all the drugstores in Nice?
Ask them if anyone unusual bought rat poison from them
in the days prior to Edgar Girault's murder.
- They might remember. - Understood.
Where are we on the pendant?
- I was about to get on that. - All right.
Why don't you take Bouvier's office? It's more comfortable.
Oh, lovely.
But…
You're all right with keeping her on the case?
This way, I can keep an eye on her until I find out what she's after.
And with Bouvier still in a cast, I don't really have a choice, hmm?
Let's go.
Do you really think I could've killed Adrien?
It doesn't matter anymore.
To me, it does.
I found the articles he wrote.
And the cartoon of you.
Horrible.
Why didn't you tell me about it?
Would you have listened?
I hope so.
- It could've changed everything. - It's too late now.
What did you say?
I heard what you said at the concert.
You wanted to leave me for him.
You've never really loved me, Blanche.
I want a separation.
A separation? But…
Why would you confess to something you didn't do?
And the tickets to New York, for the three of us?
What is that?
I was waiting for the right time to tell you.
Hitler threatens Europe.
Very soon, Jews will no longer be safe in France.
We have to leave.
But we can't leave right now.
My father's sick.
I know.
Anne-Marie told me. I…
I'm so sorry.
But it'll be too dangerous to stay. Trust me.
Let's be kind to each other, for Angèle's sake.
After all, she's most important.
Where is she? I'd like to talk to her.
She's been staying with Eugénie.
- She didn't want to stay here. - Probably for the best.
She won't want to leave France.
She's starting to fall in love with Gabriel.
I'll talk to her.
Edouard, where are you going?
I got another room.
What you did for me, it's…
Yes, hello?
Yes.
Oh, hello, Headmistress.
I don't understand what you're saying.
She did what?
What telegram?
What driver?
You didn't think to check with me first?
What time did she leave?
Where is Suzanne?
I was waiting for you.
I want to see my daughter.
If you've hurt her, I swear--
Calm down. Suzanne is perfectly fine.
Obviously, the situation could devolve at any moment.
That depends on you.
Bring me Pontavice-Caron's notebook, understand? I'm giving you two hours.
It makes no sense. What do you want with it?
That's none of your business.
I'll wait for you here.
And, as you know, you have no need to knock first.
Did you find anything?
No, nothing.
If Bouvier ever saw you in here…
Oh, don't worry, I'll make sure I clean it up.
No, no, no, no, no.
It's just that…
You're a woman.
Oh, trust me, Madeleine,
one day, we'll have just as many women here as men.
Listen…
if you ever need anything from the archives…
A case file
or documents of any kind,
I can help you with that.
You're very kind, Madeleine. Thanks so much.
Yes?
Oh, hello, Inspector Carrier.
Yes, he's here. He's expecting your call. Stay on the line, I'll put him on.
Uh, Madeleine, I'm missing a file. I'll be at the Riviera.
Inspector Carrier of the Quai des Orfèvres is on the phone for you.
Finally.
Hey, how've you been?
Yes.
Did you find anything out about Miss Morel?
Why was that?
Huh, all right.
Well, thanks, Carrier. Dinner on me next time I'm in Paris.
Until then.
What is it?
Morel ranked first place in the auxiliary exam.
She was offered a place at Quai des Orfèvres.
She insisted on coming here instead, to Nice, in my station.
Did your friend tell you why?
No.
Where is she right now?
She said a file was missing, so she went to the Riviera.
What's going on with her?
What is it you're looking for?
The real reason she left. She can be a tricky one.
Right, so there's one blue card and one white card.
Okay.
Ah, yes.
Not that, not that.
That one's good, looks fine.
Okay, that's all fine.
UNIFORM LOAN
A missing card.
It's Giulia Vincent's.
The head housekeeper.
Rémy, stay at the entrance.
Let me know when Mr. and Mrs. Pontavice-Caron leave.
Yes, I know he hasn't been well.
That's why I want to send the maid in while he's gone, thank you.
What are you doing here?
The pendant we found in this office, is it yours?
- What's this about? - Oh, Giulia, it's not funny!
What happened with Girault? Explain why your necklace was here.
How would I know?
It could've fallen off at some point.
- Do you suspect me, now? - No, I'm not saying that at all.
Mrs. Giulia Vincent.
I looked into you. Your mother's name, Chiara Francesca Rossi.
Born in Genoa, Italy.
C.F.R.
The initials on the pendant found near your late manager.
Oh my God, how could you?
- I didn't say anything to him… - Morel, outside!
Wait for me there. I'm not done with you.
All right, why don't you explain to me
how your pendant was found at the scene of a crime?
As I said to Miss Morel, it could've fallen off.
I come into the office every day.
Even the night he died?
I didn't kill anyone.
Why hide that the pendant belonged to you?
I knew it looked suspicious.
Did you have any reason to dislike him?
No, absolutely not.
He treated me fairly and was a good boss.
Well, now you're the manager.
You wouldn't be, though, if he hadn't died.
Mr. Neuville thinks I'm qualified to handle the job.
Go talk to him.
- Just listen to them. - Yes.
- Hello, excuse me. - Yes?
You like Giulia, don't you?
She's a good head housekeeper, yes.
I'm sure. Personally, I mean.
I do. And?
Well, she needs your help right now.
Who are you?
Her sister. Half-sister. Anyway, who cares? Uh…
- I think she really needs you. - Where were you last night?
After the gala, I went to my room.
- Alone? - Alone.
Unfortunate.
Have you ever needed rat poison at the hotel?
No need. The previous owner had a cat.
Ah.
Well, and now you're gonna follow me to the station.
Darling.
I wanted to offer a clarification.
Miss Vincent was with me last night.
All night.
Thank you for your discretion, my dear,
but Captain Raven needs to know the whole truth.
Mr. Neuville, you'll have to give us a statement.
Very well.
Let's go, Morel.
Are you all right?
My apologies for how I went about that,
but your sister didn't give me time to think of something…
She shouldn't have asked you to get involved.
I'm perfectly capable of defending myself.
I don't doubt that in the least.
And you? You don't suspect me, do you?
No.
Why? Should I?
Why did you go and warn a suspect behind my back?
Giulia Vincent didn't kill Edgar Girault. In any case, she has an alibi.
What do you take me for? An idiot?
I know that you know Giulia Vincent.
I don't know how yet, but you know each other.
I also know that you asked to come here to Nice instead of Quai des Orfèvres,
which is the top pick for any officer.
Care to explain?
Giulia is my half-sister.
What?
I asked to come to Nice because I hoped to reconnect with her.
But why did you hide it?
Because I thought you would keep me off the Riviera case.
I should fire you, huh?
But I'm pretty forgiving. Next time, it's over.
All right, go home. I've seen enough of you for today.
And I want those missing case files on my desk tomorrow.
They're all at the beach. It's too bad, rain's coming in.
Would you like a coffee?
Yeah, sounds great.
I'll be right back.
Dad, what are you doing here? You should be in bed.
I feel much better, don't worry. Get in, we need to talk.
It's important.
What you said at the meeting was, uh…
It was interesting.
Eugénie, I saw you face down Delaunay,
and the others, hmm.
You have what it takes.
What it takes for what?
Take my place at the head of the Pontavice-Caron company.
Sorry?
I need to plan for the future.
Louis's too young.
You're the only one I can trust.
No. No.
No, I can't do that.
- I'll help you at first, of course. - Why would you ask that of me?
When I've stood by the workers 17 years--
Exactly.
As head of the company, you'd be able to implement
whatever improvements you see fit.
Don't answer right now.
Just promise me you'll give it serious thought.
I won't do it.
Eugénie…
The hotel.
Come in.
Mr. Sauveur, have a seat.
Apologies I couldn't come to Nice any earlier.
How can I help?
I suppose as an associate of Prosecutor Jacquart,
you're aware of the threatening letters?
Uh, yes, of course.
Did he ever mention Eugénie and Jean Berthier?
I don't recognize those names.
Any enemies?
Yes, pretty much everyone he convicted, but, uh,
most of them are in prison.
Hmm.
Pierre Farget was found guilty in the Goiran case
and faces execution soon.
- Any threats connected to that? - No.
Hmm.
And did Mr. Jacquart behave differently the last little while? Anything unusual?
To tell you the truth,
he called me recently to ask me to research ways
in which one might go about verifying paternity.
That seemed odd.
How to verify paternity?
Is there an ongoing case?
Not that I know of.
But he asked me to call him back as soon as I had information, even late.
When was this?
- The day he died. - And what did he tell you?
We didn't talk again. Uh, he…
He wasn't at the Regent when I called him back.
The Regent? Café, right?
Yes. He told me I could reach him there after 10:00 that night.
He was meeting someone.
That's the dead guy from the Riviera?
Hmm. Holy shit.
Yeah, he was with a lady at that table there.
- Did they seem close? - Not at all. They were arguing.
The lady wasn't happy, that's for sure. Then the other guy came in.
- Which other guy? - Her husband, it looked like.
These two? This husband and wife?
No. They weren't ritzy like that.
Those two were working class.
Time flies, so what?
That's only serving the condemned
Only the moment can make us smile
The most loyal of partners
I don't care about the years running
And the wrinkles Gathering on my forehead
There's a tune in my heart That will always be in season
Let's sing while we can And love as much as we want
Time passes, somewhat mocking
Captain Raven doesn't know you're Farget's daughter?
No, but I get the impression he's getting a bit suspicious.
You like Raven, don't you?
I like him, yeah. He's smart.
I like him, but that doesn't mean he's clean.
I found a photograph of him with Frédéric Goiran's father, Eugène,
the founder of the printshop,
and the one my father is accused of killing.
They looked close in the photo. They were in the war together.
You think he knows they're selling fake IDs?
I don't know, but he could be turning a blind eye for his friend.
Who are you looking for?
I went back to the printshop.
One of the employees was willing to come and meet me here tonight.
But how come everyone's having fun but us?
Let's go dance.
Let's enjoy the moment Let's make time to dance
Here and now
It's all here.
Beautiful.
You're looking at the new partner of Pontavice-Caron.
Where is she?
I'll handle the school fees you owe.
The gambling debt, however, we'll have to see.
Maybe you could do other small favors?
I couldn't care less. You got what you wanted.
Tell me, where's my daughter?
My driver took her to Place de la Gloriette.
She was so excited to go to the dance.
It's incredible. We could really change the world.
Hey, Mom! Mom!
Mom, here!
Over here! Mom!
My darling!
How are you?
This is so fun. Are you kidding? Thank you so much for bringing me.
- When did you get here? - I don't know. A while ago.
With Mr. Delaunay.
Guess what he did?
I saw a dress in a window, and he offered to get it for me for the dance.
I refused, of course. I told him no.
I support total financial independence for women.
Good. You did the right thing.
Oh, yeah. You're the new hotel manager!
Aces!
Will you stay and have lemonade with us, Madam Manager?
Daddy?
Daddy, you're out!
Thank goodness!
So someone at town hall told you
Eugénie Berthier had broken off her engagement
to Adrien Jacquart one month before the wedding?
That's right.
They canceled their marriage in January.
And when did Eugénie have her son, Louis?
August 2nd, the same year.
I think we just found Jean Berthier's motive.
Can't we call a truce tonight?
Come on. I want to dance with you.
There he is.
Sure, some shady stuff happened there.
- I'm not here. You never saw me. - No, no, of course.
I know Captain Raven and the shop owner were close.
Does he know they're making and selling fake IDs?
Look, I really don't know, but he's the son's godfather.
Raven is the godfather of Frédéric Goiran?
Well, yeah.
Angèle?
What? You want your family back now?
- There's so much to say. - No.
I don't want to hear anything.
It's important.
It is. Your mom is right. You have to talk.
See you later?
Thank you.
Do you know Pierre Farget?
Yes, but barely.
He's my dad.
Sorry to hear that.
Do you… Do you think he's the one who did it?
Listen, all I can tell you is that Farget was involved
in making fake papers for the Italian Mafia.
No, that's impossible.
Your father drank, and when he did, he couldn't keep his mouth shut.
One night, he told me that's how he made money.
Do you think he could've been lying?
No, he showed me one of the fake ID cards that he made himself.
- I'm really sorry. - Thank you, sir.
How could he? How could my father lie to me?
You should go talk to him.
Cut the music. Party's over!
Oh, for fuck's sake!
Where's the music?
Hey, what's going on?
Why did they stop playing?
Jean Berthier.
Come with us, please.
- Don't touch me! Let me go! - Why? What did he do?
Let me go! I didn't do anything! No!
- Let him go! - Gabriel! Stop!
- He didn't do anything! - Stop resisting. Let's go!
Jean!
Captain!
I know Jean Berthier. Maybe I can help with this.
- All right, but keep your mouth shut. - Yes.
- Léonie! - Félix, meet me at the beach tonight.
What did you want to tell me?
I'm sorry for everything that happened.
- I did things I shouldn't have. - I don't want to talk about it.
- I want to go back to the dance. - No.
- I know how you feel for that boy. - Gabriel.
His name is Gabriel, Mom.
I know how you feel about Gabriel.
- But you're 16. - What is wrong with all of you?
I love him, and he loves me. That's it.
You love him like a first love, sweetheart.
I know that feeling.
But everyone goes through it.
No, you don't understand.
Daddy understands me.
He'd never stop me from seeing Gabriel.
You're right.
We'll talk it over with your father.
You were seen having an argument with prosecutor Adrien Jacquart
at the Regent Café the night he was murdered.
Why?
None of your business.
He was murdered, so it is.
Oh, because you kill everyone you have a fight with?
You went to the Riviera that night. What for?
I needed some air. I'm not allowed to take a walk?
Jean.
So you admit you went to the Riviera the night in question.
- What a coincidence. - Of course.
It's got to be one of those low-class workers?
Low class or not, jealousy is jealousy.
And killing a wife's lover is the primary motive for murder.
Bullshit, he hadn't been with my wife for 17 years.
Seventeen.
That's about how old your son is, isn't it?
Interesting.
- Jean! Don't! - Get him out of here.
Back to the cell until tomorrow.
Type up the report as fast as you can.
The judge will need it in the morning.
Yes, Captain.
What a coincidence.
Let go of me!
Let go!
Stop!
Thank you.
- Have a good night. - Good evening.
So?
Eugénie, um…
Your husband is being held overnight.
The captain wants to question him again tomorrow.
About what?
He knows Louis is the son of Adrien Jacquart.
For him, it's the perfect motive.
Jean didn't do it.
- I need to talk to the captain. - Wait.
I shouldn't tell you this, but…
there's something you need to know.
- We haven't done this in a while. - Suzanne, you'll stay with me for a bit.
I don't want you back in school right now.
Why? What's going on?
Nothing.
It's just we don't get enough time together.
I like being on vacation.
Félix?
Félix!