Did you come here to meet up with Félix Rouleau?
I was late. It's all my fault.
No, it's not.
What time was it?
Midnight.
Were you, um… The two of you…
Were you two dating?
Laumier will walk you back.
No, I want to stay here.
No, you're in no state for that.
I know who killed Félix.
When I got here,
I saw Delaunay.
- Raoul Delaunay? - Yes.
Are you sure?
He was with his driver and his hands were all bloody.
Why would he beat up a bartender?
Because Félix humiliated him by defending Giulia, my sister.
What do you mean?
Félix told me what happened the night of the gala.
Delaunay was harassing Giulia,
and Félix stepped in.
Having a Black man stand up to him, that's…
That's something he couldn't handle.
And he made him pay the price.
- We have to question him now. - No, no, no, no, no.
I will be questioning Mr. Delaunay.
If she doesn't go home, bring her to the station.
Yes, Captain.
All right, come on. Let's go.
I have something to do.
SUMMER '36
Mr. Delaunay says he had to step in because he saw Félix Rouleau,
a bartender at the Riviera, trying to force himself on you.
Is it true?
That's what happened, yes.
And yet, that's not Félix's version of events,
according to your sister.
I know about your sister, Giulia.
Had Félix ever acted that way before?
No.
No?
Mr. Delaunay says he saw him push you against a wall.
I think Mr. Delaunay misinterpreted Félix's intentions.
They ended up fighting, though.
As I said before, it wasn't that big a deal.
Félix apologized to me right after it happened.
Mister…
Delaunay had no reason to hold a grudge against Félix Rouleau?
No.
Very well.
Thank you, ma'am.
That was perfect.
Mr. Delaunay thanks you dearly.
To show his appreciation, he's gonna make sure
your daughter stays safe for the remainder of the vacation, hmm?
Let go of me.
Why did you lie?
What's this about?
The fake ID business at Goiran's printshop.
You were a part of it.
Who told you such bullshit?
Don't you lie to me. That's enough.
Apparently, you were boasting about how it helped you make ends meet.
What happened? Did you need more money to go and buy more alcohol?
- No. - Goiran refused you a raise.
So you killed the guy?
Léonie, I may have made fake IDs, but…
I'm a damn idiot.
"My dad is innocent. He's not a drunk."
If I came to see you today, it's because I promised someone I would.
But that's over now.
Giulia was right about you.
You don't deserve our help.
Not even a bit.
Eugénie?
If you're looking for your son, he's with his grandfather.
- I came to see you. - What's the matter?
You went to the station
to accuse my husband of murdering Jacquart.
- No, I never accused him, I just-- - Mother!
Last night, Jean was arrested. He's at the station.
I didn't know that.
What did you expect?
You told them you saw Jean at the Riviera the night of the murder?
I told them what I saw.
That's your excuse?
And you?
You let her do that?
It doesn't surprise me coming from her, but you should've stepped in.
- Don't tell me you did that. - I did what needed to be done.
Why do you always have to take care of everything by yourself?
You are just making things worse!
I'm making things worse?
I've done nothing but protect this family my whole life.
And you're quite happy to seek me out each time you require my help.
And it's time to put an end to that.
What do you mean?
I will not be going back to Paris with you.
I'm staying here, in Nice. I belong here.
I've thought it through.
Giulia lied to you.
It wasn't Félix who harassed her.
It was Delaunay.
Why would she lie?
I don't know why, Captain.
Mr. Delaunay didn't murder Félix Rouleau, hmm?
He was in Monaco last night. His driver confirmed it.
He was in Nice, and so was his driver. I saw him too.
I called the casino in Monte Carlo.
They confirmed he was there until 3:00 a.m.
But I saw him leaving the beach!
He was there! I'm not crazy!
I can testify.
He murdered Félix.
It was pitch-dark and he has an alibi.
Even if you testify, that wouldn't hold up in court.
Or maybe it's just that a Black bartender's life
doesn't carry the same weight as a mogul's, right?
Come on, Morel. Pull yourself together, will you?
I still need your help with the Jacquart case.
All right? Come on.
Can you please have them bring in Jean Berthier?
Thanks, Madeleine.
On the night of Adrien Jacquart's murder,
other than getting a breath of fresh air,
what were you doing in front of the Riviera?
I wanted to speak to him, but I didn't.
I left five minutes later.
And you went directly to the boardinghouse?
- No, I went to the theater. - Which theater?
The Mondial.
The last screening.
And what film did they play?
Crime and Punishment.
Funny coincidence.
You can leave a theater whenever you want and no one notices.
Of course.
Tear my alibi apart.
Go ahead, throw me in jail, forget the trial.
I'll give you my version of events, hmm?
You find out Louis isn't your son, but Adrien Jacquart's.
Then you run into him and your wife together at the Régent Café.
You realize they're still seeing each other.
So you cook up this flimsy film alibi, head back to the Riviera and you kill him.
That's complete nonsense.
- What time did you leave the theater? - I don't know, I had a fair bit to drink.
- Is that a habit? - No.
But I don't remember. I woke up on a bench.
Well, you're not helping us much, old friend.
I'll be checking all of that.
Your godson Frédéric is here. He says it's urgent.
Uh, bring him back to his cell. Okay, go.
Come with me.
I'll meet you at the Mondial. This won't take long.
Yes, Captain.
- You can go in. - Thank you, ma'am
Hello, dear godfather.
Frédéric! Ah, now this is a nice surprise.
That girl who just left…
tell me, does she work for you?
Yes.
Why?
She's the reason I'm here. She, um…
She won't stop roaming around the printshop and around my employees.
I even caught her snooping in my office.
Ah.
She enjoys playing detective.
She's fixated on your father's murder
because she's convinced I indicted the wrong man.
Oh.
- I didn't know she was a cop. - Ah, no.
She's a police auxiliary. Not quite the same thing.
Why does it worry you?
It doesn't. I'm not worried.
I…
I simply thought…
I simply thought she was working for the competition.
There are quite a few who'd like to steal my business.
It's nothing of the sort, I assure you.
I, um…
I don't want her hanging about the printshop.
Because I don't…
I don't wish to revisit my dear father's death.
You understand, don't you?
I'll take care of it, hmm?
Don't you worry.
Thank you.
You're quite well, I hope?
I am.
- Are we still dining together next week? - Of course, godfather.
All right, I'm off. See you soon.
Did you know Eugénie's husband got arrested?
Yes, I was told just this morning.
It's ridiculous.
We'll get a divorce if that's what you want.
Following you to America is out of the question.
Everything all right, honey?
I'm fine, yes.
I'm going to read on the beach.
It's nice to have you back with us, sweetie.
Mm.
She's meeting up with Gabriel.
You haven't spoken to her yet?
No.
But she's coming with me, and so will you.
Why leave together if it's over between us?
It doesn't make any sense.
Blanche, I told you already.
The things happening in Germany will soon happen here too.
You have my name.
So you're both coming with me somewhere safe.
Do as you wish once we're there.
Mr. Delaunay!
How dare you publish that caricature of my husband in your wretched paper?
How sweet of you, Blanche.
You defend your husband now?
The same husband you betrayed
with one of the writers of my so-called wretched paper?
I never thought Adrien to be like you.
Like me?
That is to say, rich?
Successful?
No.
Anti-Semitic.
Fascist.
In the pocket of the Nazis.
If I must choose between Hitler and Blum, the leftist,
my mind's made up.
As it is for half the respectable families in this country, I should think.
I strongly advise you to collect yourself,
and to tread very carefully, Mrs. Ackerman.
Yes, that's him.
The last screening of Crime and Punishment,
last Saturday, the 8th.
That's quite an impressive memory.
How could I forget?
The guy was drunk and was clearly bothering everyone, yelling out comments.
Luckily, he eventually calmed down.
- And did he leave during the screening? - No, I don't think so.
- Marcel? - Yes.
Did you see someone leave the theater during Saturday night's screening?
Uh…
Not him, that's for sure.
He spent the night in here.
- Are you sure of that? - Yeah.
He was still in here the next morning, when I came to set up my reels.
- At what time? - Uh, 6:30.
The boys had locked up without realizing he was still inside.
He was sleeping on the floor between the seats.
What did you do with him?
He reeked of liquor. He was completely out of it.
So I dragged him out and left him to sleep it off on a bench.
- Thank you. - Thank you so much.
So, if we sum it up, Odette, the maid,
was the last to hear Adrien Jacquart alive,
at half past 11:00 in his room.
His body is discovered at 6:00 a.m. the next morning.
And during all that time,
Jean Berthier was at the theater, sobering up.
Yes, I know, Jean Berthier couldn't have killed Jacquart.
Another suspect off our list.
This case refuses to make sense.
I've had a feeling from the beginning that the murderer is someone at the Riviera.
It would be far simpler for a guest
to move discreetly from one room to another.
Maybe, yeah.
Which brings us back to Blanche Ackerman.
There are other guests at the Riviera.
I'll call the judge so they release Jean Berthier.
Oh, and are you still on the printshop crime?
No.
You were right.
Pierre Farget is the culprit.
No need to snoop around, then?
No, that case is closed.
All right, go home. You look unwell.
Take the afternoon off.
Go on.
How are you?
Same as I was ten minutes ago, Mom.
If you're worried about that guy, don't be.
He comes near and I'll scream.
But I am curious to know why he's following me around.
You'll know everything soon enough.
He doesn't look very smart. I can try to ditch him.
You don't try anything at all.
Why did you lie to Raven?
What do you mean?
Félix defended you and now he's dead.
Giulia, why are you defending Delaunay?
What's happening with Mr. Delaunay now?
Suzanne, let me introduce Léonie,
your aunt, who isn't able to recognize her own niece.
Hello, Auntie.
You've grown a lot.
Indeed, you haven't seen her in a very long time.
What are you reading?
Um, it's called Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell.
Hmm.
It's fine. You two go talk. I'll distract the idiot.
Which idiot?
Come on.
Why didn't you tell me that bastard was using your daughter?
Because I'm terrified of what he might do to her.
I've done everything he asked, but he still keeps threatening us.
Delaunay wants you to keep quiet.
- That man is a monster. - I know.
I saw what he did to Félix.
If it weren't for that poker debt, this wouldn't have happened.
And Félix would still be alive.
What do you mean? What poker debt?
That's how I pay for Suzanne's boarding school.
High-stake games can sometimes bring in a lot of money.
Except when you lose them, apparently.
Delaunay is blackmailing you?
Yes.
I'm so very sorry.
Stop it.
The only person who should be sorry is that filth, no one else.
The ledger Delaunay forced you to steal,
what was in it?
I'm not really sure.
I think he needed it for his partnership with Henri Pontavice-Caron.
He's likely blackmailing him too.
Why do you ask?
Because I'm looking for anything that could bring him down for good.
Giulia,
I swear to you, he won't lay a finger on my niece,
and he'll pay for what he did to Félix.
I don't see how.
Neither do I.
But I will soon.
Félix was a lovely man.
I'm here if you need someone to talk to.
Thank you.
Also, it seems that my niece is very clever.
She surely got that from me.
Hey, you.
I heard about your brother. I'm so sorry.
Ah!
- He was released!. - He was?
Yes.
You love him so much.
I might get jealous.
Oh, he was the one who raised me.
What about your parents?
I never met them.
I went straight to an orphanage.
As soon as he could, Jean took me in and since then,
he never let me go.
I wish I had an older brother.
Especially right now.
No change on with your parents?
No.
My father puts on a brave face for me but…
I can see how unhappy he is.
My mother is too.
I'd love to go somewhere far away with you.
I've never felt this way for anyone.
Every day, I want to… to see your eyes.
To talk to you and hear your voice.
Me too.
I feel as if… as if I've always known you.
Seems like it makes you sad.
I'm…
I'm… I'm afraid my parents won't let me see you.
- Hey! - I'm afraid of losing you.
I won't let anyone separate us.
- You promise? - I promise.
Come out to the Lindy Hop contest!
The Lindy Hop contest, ladies and gentlemen!
Come on, sign up for a chance to win!
Come out to the Lindy Hop contest!
Here you go, ladies and gentlemen.
"The Lindy Hop contest, tomorrow at the Promenade des Anglais."
- Do you want to do it? - Yes.
- Then let's sign up. - Yes.
Woo!
I knew I'd find you here.
I like coming here.
It makes me feel close to him.
I can talk to him.
I understand.
But we won't go back to Paris without you.
You can't decide things like that on a whim, Anne-Marie.
Quite the opposite. It's all thought out.
My dear sister, stop living in regret.
Easy for you to say because you don't know what regrets are.
You, you're Marthe Pontavice-Caron. You have no regrets and no remorse.
You've always had a sense of duty and propriety.
No mistakes.
No weaknesses.
You never shed a tear.
Because I had no choice, Anne-Marie.
I had to take care of the girls, the house and my husband's moods.
I had to fund his company with my money when it needed it.
I didn't have time to question my decisions.
After our parents passed away, I had to take over.
You're my little sister, I had to look after you, and I did.
I did it sternly, perhaps, but I did what I had to do.
Indeed.
And I'm very, very grateful.
But I've been living a nightmare for the past three years.
Every single day is an ordeal.
This has to end.
It has to. Understand?
I'm so sorry.
I can't go back.
I'm glad you're finally out.
I was so worried.
At the station, I thought about everything.
Over and over again.
When Louis was born, it was wonderful.
Being no one's son, I wanted to be someone's father.
I had a family.
My family.
- But you do-- - I know what you're going to say.
Louis is my son. I know he is.
But he's also Adrien Jacquart's, like it or not.
At first I believed I could handle it.
Perhaps I overestimated myself.
I'm not sure I can do this, Eugénie.
Do what, Jean?
To keep pretending.
To carry on as if nothing's changed.
Léonie Morel, the daughter of Pierre Farget?
- Yes. - How did you find out?
The way she dropped the Goiran case after all the fuss she'd made about it,
I found it rather strange.
And it made me wonder.
So I called the prison warden
and I asked him if Léonie had ever visited Pierre Farget.
Surprise, she did.
She's Farget's daughter. Poor Morel.
Having a father condemned to the guillotine, that's awful.
Yes, but it still remains information she carefully withheld.
But why would she not tell us?
Perhaps because prosecutor Jacquart
was obstructing the appeal of her father's case.
- Good enough reason to resent him. - Ugh.
But not to murder him.
Don't forget.
She stole files,
she lied,
she concealed evidence during the investigation.
She warned her sister behind my back.
She even gave her an alibi for the murder of Edgar Girault.
An extremely dumb one too, if I may say.
Léonie may have lied to us, sure, but that doesn't make her a murderer.
She made quite a fool of me with her little innocent look.
You're not considering arresting her?
I'll verify her whereabouts on the night of Jacquart's death.
If I have the slightest doubt, she'll be arrested.
You read detective novels?
I thought they were too violent for you?
Léonie lent it to me.
- Bye, Captain. - Night, Madeleine.
You all right?
My father is guilty. This is useless.
Léonie, Captain Raven called.
He asked who was here on the night of the murder of prosecutor Jacquart.
Oh.
Did he ask you if I was here?
He did.
I told him you were.
Here, someone dropped this off for you today.
What is it?
A blow-up of the threatening letters found in Jacquart's hotel room.
I asked for them because I noticed something.
Look at this.
In front of each letter A, there's a bigger gap.
And the letters aren't aligned.
If I can find the typewriter that was used to write these,
I might find the person who wrote them too.
You're just like Sherlock Holmes.
That's exactly what Félix said.
TRAVEL - MINE
Come in.
- Are you all right? - I'm fine.
Just a little tired.
Yes, I can only imagine.
Farget's daughter…
Here you go.
Thanks, Madeleine.
Morel isn't here yet?
No, she's not.
I hope she hasn't left Nice.
What about her alibi?
The owner of the boardinghouse says she came back around 10:00 p.m.
the night of Jacquart's death and didn't go back out.
Then it's all set?
It would seem so.
La, la.
There's something off, though.
Something I don't get.
Something I've missed.
Mr. Sauveur is here, and he wants to see you.
Who's that?
Mr. Sauveur?
The assistant to the late prosecutor Jacquart?
Oh right. Let him in then.
Mm.
Follow me.
Go ahead and have a seat, please.
- Hello, Captain. - Yes, what can I do for you?
Did you retrieve the prosecutor's files?
After reviewing them, it appears there's a document missing.
Something more personal.
Like what?
Apart from the threatening letters, we found nothing in his room.
- A promissory note. - Whose?
It's for a gambling debt
that was made out to…
Uh, here it is.
Mrs. Giulia Vincent.
The housekeeper at the Riviera?
For how much?
Ten thousand francs.
Are you sure?
Yes. Yes, I'm sure. I dropped him off many times.
- May I? - Of course, get in.
Thank you.
- Hello, sir. - Hello.
I wanted to ask you a few questions about an accident that happened
a few years ago.
It was about three years ago.
He was hit by a car on the Grasse Road.
Terrible thing to witness.
- Hello, ma'am. - Hello.
Yes, I saw the whole scene.
The poor thing.
A well-dressed gentleman, clearly from high society,
stepped out of the car, barely glanced at the body and drove off very quickly.
- I see. - The police never came.
But last year, I told everything to a private detective, a very polite man.
- That's it. - Thank you, goodbye.
Here we are.
Thank you.
Do you remember it?
I do.
Yes, I remember it perfectly.
Hard to forget a motorcar like that.
Hispano Suiza K6.
Quite the repair job.
The radiator was wrecked.
You wouldn't happen to have the owner's name?
Uh, yes.
I believe I do, yes.
- Come with me. - Great, thank you.
Just a minute.
Very well then, thank you.
All right.
I found three purchases of rat poison
in the 48 hours preceding the death of Edgar Girault.
Do you know who?
Yes.
An employee at a grocery story in Old Nice.
The owner of La Réserve.
You know, the restaurant on the Corniche famous for its fish.
And a market gardener from the countryside.
They're all men.
Yes, but so what?
Because I now have two suspects, but they're both women.
But you're speaking of Jacquart's murder, not Girault's.
Yes, but I believe the two are connected.
If we find who killed the hotel manager,
we'll find who killed Adrien Jacquart.
Mm-hmm.
I have one more drugstore to check, but their telephone line is down.
Go there in person.
Come on Madeleine! We haven't got all day!
Ladies, come get your sun protection.
Ambre Solaire. Try it on. It's new.
Hey!
Over here, Dad!
- You good? - Where were you?
Has it been going on for long?
Yeah, and they're doing great.
Whoo!
Hey!
Whoo!
Bravo, Gabriel!
Thank you. Thank you.
- That was incredible. - Thank you.
Thank you.
That was amazing. Bravo. Great job, Angèle.
Thank you. Thanks.
I have to go now and see my father.
Is it my turn to play yet?
Your glass of champagne, ma'am.
Two cards.
I'll pass.
I call clubs.
I think we're clearly going for the lady this time.
Look, I'm really very sorry.
Five, no trump.
Sorry. Ten of diamonds.
My pleasure.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
I'm terribly sorry. There's somewhere I have to be now.
I'll see you tomorrow.
- Have a nice day. Goodbye. - Thank you. Bye.
- Shall we play another? - I'd love too.
We need more champagne as well.
Yes.
Where's she heading off to?
Listen, I'm not exaggerating.
- Why hello there. - Eugénie?
I have a private matter to discuss with your father.
Please excuse us.
You may speak in front of my daughter. I have nothing to hide.
Very well, then.
I've just made an agreement with the Germans.
Henri,
profits will be substantial if we join forces.
Naturally, you would do business with the Nazis.
Henri, what exactly became of both your daughters' educations?
If you have something to say, go ahead and say it to my face.
You fancy yourself the equal of men, but your grand speeches are nothing.
Now, I must ask you to leave and let the adults speak.
Thank you, sweetie.
I shall be replacing my father as head of the company.
And I'd rather dismantle the factory bolt by bolt
than associate myself with you and your fascist friends.
Where did you get that?
What is it?
She isn't aware of this?
This ledger, my dear,
is proof that your father paid several million in bribes
to senior officials in order to secure his latest major contract.
Should this become public,
the scandal would spell the end of the company Pontavice-Caron
and send your father before a tribunal.
Which, of course, no one desires.
Well, Henri.
I wish you both a good day.
Sit down.
You didn't do that.
What do you think?
If I hadn't paid, my competitors would've.
Without the Paris-Mediterranean contract, we would've closed our doors
There must have been another way.
You'll understand once you've taken my place.
Naïveté's a luxury you'll no longer be able to afford.
I only said that to quiet Delaunay, Father.
That's all.
You said it, Eugénie.
So you're thinking about it.
Even if you tell yourself otherwise.
I'm waiting for confirmation.
When I hear something, I'll send for you.
Give me your Austrian passports. I'll hide them.
Most importantly, don't draw attention.
Don't talk to anyone unless you have to.
Edouard.
There are two men outside. They followed you from the Riviera.
German police.
What should we do? There's only one way out.
- Ah! - Ma'am.
Goodness gracious. My laundry!
What a bunch of idiots!
Come on, pick it up now. I certainly won't.
Hey!
Such help.
Ugh!
Whoa!
Are you crazy?
Is there something wrong?
- Hey, watch where you're going. - All clear.
By the time they get back, they'll be long gone.
Thank you.
That was a good idea.
Without you, they'd get arrested.
Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?
The risks you're taking to help all these people.
Maybe your father's right.
Maybe that job is what you really want.
I only said that to prevent Delaunay from exposing my father's notebook.
It would kill him.
Right.
You picture me, a unionist,
married to the head of one of the biggest companies in France?
I don't know.
It's not because no one ever did it before that we can't do it.
And then what?
I stop fighting or I lose you, is that it?
No.
Then tell me.
We don't think alike anymore.
Our family, our struggles.
- Nothing's holding us together. - Jean?
We've reached the end, you and I.
You refuse to see it.
Lucien is an expert when it comes to cocktails.
He even invents some. Go on, tell her.
Do forgive my sister. She has a tendency to exaggerate.
Though, I do have experience.
I understand you've never worked in a grand hotel.
I'm a fast learner.
Uh, I worked at the Grand Brasserie du Port,
where I learned to work fast
and handle clients who'd had too much to drink.
And then I was a bartender at Rock Beach.
And what did you learn there?
To handle clients who'd had too much to drink but were wealthy.
Very well, Lucien, I'll give you a shot.
And if all goes well,
you'll be our new bartender.
Thank you, ma'am.
Welcome to the Riviera.
Thank you.
Go on, have a look at the bar.
- Go ahead. - Mrs. Vincent.
I promise you won't regret taking Lucien on.
- You really love him? - Yes, he's remarkable.
And he's a new father.
He needs steady work.
Listen to me carefully, Odette.
Enough with all this.
One more attempt at blackmail,
and your brother can forget his job.
That clear?
Giulia? Sorry to interrupt.
Uh, can we talk?
It's about the murder of Adrien Jacquart.
If you'll excuse me, Odette.
Hey!
- Are you sure? - Yes.
I'll warn Eugénie, and you take care of Blanche.
Will you be all right?
I will, yes, but I don't know how far they're willing to go.
Given what you've told me about Blanche, she won't think twice.
And as for Eugénie, I already know she'll agree.
Mrs. Girault!
What about Mrs. Girault?
At the last drugstore.
It was a Mrs. Girault who ordered the rat poison.
Do you think it could be the hotel manager's wife?
Edgar Girault was a widower. No sister or children either.
Do you have her description?
No.
She ordered by telephone.
But she had it delivered to Café Les Voûtes.
They used the name Girault, the man they were about to kill.
That is pure evil.
But what is all that?
From the very beginning, I've been led in circles.
But now, I get it.
The two sisters,
they each had an excellent motive to want to get rid of Jacquart.
And our dear Léonie Morel
made certain she stayed as close to the investigation as possible.
- So, you believe they're accomplices? - Yes!
But they couldn't have managed it alone.
Do you think that they were helped?
These two also had very good reasons to resent Jacquart.
A group of four accomplices.
It's all here.
What is going on?
I don't know.
Why did you bring us here?
We have to talk.
We have to put an end to this story.
And I know how.