02x03 - À coeur ouvert

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Sir?

Sir?

- Hello, Captain.
- Hello.

- Make yourself at home.
- Yes. Thank you.

Pardon?

Captain Briard.
This is my office.

Ah, sorry.

Habit.

Commander Dutertre.
I worked here for 2 years.

Captain Briard, put your clothes on.
You know it...

Inès?

What brings you here?

- The Lefranc case.
- Jealous husband?

The trial was brought forward.

Excuse me.

I'm testifying tomorrow.

Shall we have lunch together?

I can't make lunch.

How about dinner?
If you've nothing planned.

Yes, Beaudemont?

I'm at the Mionnay golf course.
We've got a body.

- Homicide?
- If it isn't,

it's a good impression. OK.

I never do any sport,

and I'm in great shape.

CAPTAIN SHARIF

So, Commander Dutertre?

Was she the second? The third?

You're being inquisitive.

We just worked together.

It's funny
to see her in my office.

With her clothes on.

Hi, guys.

Hello.

Meet Frédéric N'Guyen.

35. A senior cardiologist

at Bellevue clinic.

He's only 35?

And he had money.
Look.

Shoes handmade in Italy.

His watch
would cost me 6 months salary.

So it wasn't a financial motive.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

He played a round
yesterday afternoon.

Then he dined in the clubhouse.

He left just before it closed.

We're checking the clients.

A maintenance worker
found the body.

- Any witnesses?
- That'd be too easy.

I saw Inès this morning.

- I know.
- We talked for 30 seconds,

but she let slip
that she's still single.

We could all have dinner,
with Adeline.

Why not?

And our victim?

Oh, yes. A single blow
to the right temporal,

with a blunt object.

Intracranial haemorrhage...

A professional job.

- You seem to know all about it.
- Yes.

I was a pathologist for 4 years...

- I meant Commander Dutertre.
- Ah.

I played matchmaker

at a crime scene.

Let's have dinner
and I'll tell you all.

- I even saw them...
- Spare me.

No signs of a struggle.

The victim didn't defend himself.

- Time of death?
- 2 or 3am.

- m*rder w*apon?
- No idea.

Soften your grip a little.

Bend your knees,

bend forward. Slightly.

Feet a bit farther apart.

Stomach in.

Hold on.
You've lost me.

Now swing.

OK...

Look at the 3rd club.

A wedge.
The hardest club of all.

A very effective w*apon.

- It matches the wound.
- There are traces of blood.

It was cleaned
and put back in place.

The k*ller is a meticulous golfer.

He was struck here,

and crawled to there.

Hello?

Do you speak French?

Where's Frédéric?

- Who's speaking?
- I'm his mother.

My son.

My son.

We're truly sorry.

We thought that by coming to France

he'd have a better life.

Frédéric

was our only child.

He was so nice.

We were proud of him.

You know,

he was going to be the head
at the clinic...

Why was he taken from me?

Do you know if he had any enemies?

He was nervous.
He said that...

My son can't have been as perfect
as he seemed.

What do you mean?

3 days ago, a motorbike
tried to run him down,

outside the house.

- Did you get the registration?
- No. But it was a Ducati.

We'll see if we can identify
the exact model.

Madam,

any detail can help us.

Frédéric received some phone calls.

Threats.

He wrote this number
down on a pad by the phone.

His parents have no criminal record.

N'Guyen had a faultless career.

The calls all came
from a public phone.

Why not get a second
and race them?

For Christmas, I'd like
Brett Sinclair's Aston Martin.

But it's expensive.

If you're good.

The motorbike
described by the victim's father.

A Ducati Monster.

That costs at least 15,000 euros.

Let's look at people
who have money.

- Another surgeon?
- Fancy a trip round the car park?

You spoil a woman.

When did you learn
to speak Vietnamese?

I know how to say:
"I need help" and...

"I love you."

I'd never used "I need help".

You're not the only one
with an ex.

Yes, Inès?

The office is on the first floor now.

You're welcome.

See you later.

Are you attending the trial?

Me? No.
Inès led the investigation.

I'm all yours.
24 hours a day. Even Sundays.

I thought you had plans
for tonight.

- Are you jealous?
- Don't flatter yourself.

I think we found it.

N'Guyen mentioned a Ducati Monster.

It's damaged at the front.

Let's hope Dr Lemoine
has time for a consultation.

Increase the doses by 5 mg
and redo the ECG.

Very well.

Captain Briard and Captain Sharif.
Dr Lemoine?

What's it concerning?

- A sore throat.
- An investigation.

He's on rounds with Professor
Abkarian. You can wait there.

Or not. And you are?

Dr Anne Abkarian.
The professor's assistant, and wife.

"It's impossible that they did that."

I had a patient, 20 years ago,

a charming actress...

I won't reveal her name...

The top dog and his court.

Life-threatening condition.

The hospital refused to accept
my treatment plan.

Well, you know me,
I made a fuss.

I spoke to all the departments,

and I succeeded.

He's like my father.

Sharif?

Sharif?

Go ahead, Doctor.

Noé, 6 years old.
My patient for 2 years.

He has severe
valvular cardiomyopathy.

Tomorrow afternoon,

Professor Abkarian,
assisted by Dr N'Guyen,

will do an artificial heart
transplant.

It's a big step.
It will bring in more money.

All thanks to Professor Abkarian.

Can we observe the operation?

There's a limited number of people.

It's full up.

This surgery
will establish the clinic.

Excuse me, who are you?

Dr Sharif,
you can call me Captain.

Captain Briard. Sorry.

Excuse me.

We're investigating
the m*rder of Frédéric N'Guyen.

- When did it happen?
- Last night.

His body was found this morning.

He was going to be my successor.

He was a brilliant doctor,
very human.

A bit too human, perhaps.

Isn't that a good quality?

Lemoine, can you stop it?

Yes, for a general practitioner,

but we have other considerations.

He was worth more than the rates

that he charged his patients.

Yes.

It's true, your excess fees
really are excessive.

Sorry?

Salima Sharif, my mother.

You repaired her coronary artery
a month ago.

Coronary heart disease,
6 weeks ago.

Ah, yes. Sorry.

We'll have to postpone
Noé's operation.

No.
We can't do that.

Change of plan.

Young man, you will assist me.

Thank you, Professor.

It's funny.

- "One person's misfortune..."
- I don't like your insinuation.

Let's be more blunt.

Doctor Lemoine,

is your motorbike parked
in your parking spot?

- Yes?
- Another change of plan.

You're coming with us.

I need to get back to the clinic.
I have work.

You have no right.

Yes I do.

You're a member of the golf club?
I need to work on my swing.

You k*lled... Frédéric N'Guyen
was k*lled with this.

Two witnesses saw you
on your motorbike.

I've never denied that.
OK?

Fred and I sorted it out.
He didn't file a complaint.

I brought him to the clinic.

That day, I find out that
he's to be Abkarian's assistant

and I'm not operating
on my patient.

Noé is your patient?

That's quite a motive.

Yes, maybe.

Except that I spend Tuesday nights
at the club, playing cards.

I wasn't the only one
who resented him.

We're checking Lemoine's alibi.
There's another thing.

Abkarian asked him
to sort out the interns.

Some were abusing substances
and were fired.

That could ruin a career.

If Lemoine's alibi holds,
let him go. Keep me posted.

I'll get the list of interns
fired by N'Guyen.

Why were you talking
to Commander Bilier?

You never used to be jealous.
No luck with the new girl?

Commander Bilier
is transferring in September.

- Are you thinking of coming back?
- Why?

Would you like that?

Hi, Dad.
How are you?

Hello, Sarah.

I'll be off, then.

See you tonight.

Don't look at me like that.

Inès is testifying in a trial.

- I'm not going to ignore her.
- She's got a nerve.

You still like her?

Of course not.

It's not always that simple.

She made you unhappy.
She'll do you no good.

My 15-year-old daughter
is an expert in relationships.

- What?
- We'll discuss it later.

OK, Mum.

Bye.

Thanks.

I've checked Dr Lemoine's alibi.

He spent the night
playing poker.

He got fleeced,
so I've let him go.

I've got the names of the 3 interns
sacked by N'Guyen.

And I thought you were busy
with Dutertre.

I'm so spiteful.

You said it.

- So, these files?
- I've looked at the 3 files.

And our winner is...

this one.

Nathan Colbert. Youngest son
of a family of doctors.

He has a record
for drug use and v*olence.

One brother's a neurologist,
the other's a surgeon.

The black sheep of the family.

His father got him into the clinic.

And he gets fired for drug abuse.
That'd make you murderous.

N'Guyen is an idiot,

but I had nothing to do with it.

An idiot to fire you.

- You know nothing.
- I'm always telling him that.

Others manage to keep going
on caffeine and guarana.

If it's so common,
why were you fired?

There was an AGM
and the clinic had to be clean.

N'Guyen was under Abkarian's thumb.

When you're working class,
you're submissive.

Or you have morals.

N'Guyen didn't want you
to screw up with a patient.

- You seem on edge.
- You're making me nervous.

She tells me that too.

Now you're a barman.
Quite a change.

I didn't want to be a doctor.

I'm no longer in contact with them...
Not even Mélanie.

Mélanie...

Astier?

She was stealing
from the dr*gs store for us.

She risked prison.

She had a grudge against N'Guyen.

Can you tell us where you were
last night,

hour by hour.

He worked in the bar until
closing time. Easy to check.

Well, Sharif?

You missed the ringleader,
Mélanie.

A possible suspect.
Are you distracted?

I didn't miss her.
She wasn't fired.

I saw her this morning,
during rounds.

What...?

The police station, please.

What was going on
between you and Dr N'Guyen?

You escaped the purge.
Were you sleeping with him?

Who do you take me for?

Someone who would do anything
to keep her job.

You're very pretty.
It can't have been difficult.

- I didn't need to do that.
- You had something else.

I've nothing to say
about Dr N'Guyen or the clinic.

I need my career.

You seem exhausted.

Really?
36 hours on call.

I understand.

Listen,

we'll continue this at the station.
We'll have a coffee.

It'll take 7 or 8 hours, max.

You stole the dr*gs, sold them...

- I didn't sell them.
- You helped the students.

- They were fired, but not you.
- Explain that.

I knew something.

Dr N'Guyen altered the file
of a patient who d*ed

to make it look like an accident.

He hid a medical error?

N'Guyen made an error.
Not the first, according to Mélanie.

That would ruin
the clinic's credibility.

It'd be a bombshell.

The medical profession
will be watching closely.

But the only bombshell here
is Captain Briard.

Before I explode,
could you look at the altered files?

I've discussed it with Sharif.

When you get them,
I'll take a look.

Given my experience,

I should be able
to tell you more shortly.

Look at possible complaints,

to see if someone
has already started proceedings.

We need all N'Guyen's files.

Go carefully.
Abkarian is well connected.

The prosecutor is watching.

- You can count on my discretion.
- Captain?

May I have a minute?

Sit down.

Inès came to see me today.

I was wondering if...

if you had any regrets.

You were leading the investigation
until you gave it to her.

You knew
it would help her to get promotion

and risk your relationship.

I wanted to make sure
we had the same priorities.

Her priorities have changed.

Inès wants to come back.

- What did Doucet want?
- It wasn't about the case.

Yes?

We need to speak
to your husband.

He's on a videoconference
concerning tomorrow's operation.

- The boy's transplant?
- Yes. How can I help you?

We're here
to collect N'Guyen's files.

What are you looking for?

What's going on?
What is all this?

You realise smoking is not allowed?

Mind your own business, miss.

You need to call Professor Aloïs.

Yes.

Pain in the arse.

He was already stressed
about the operation.

N'Guyen's death hasn't helped.

He says he can think better
when he smokes.

Stay there.
I'll fetch the documents.

Is that really necessary?

Dejax is going to take a look.

It's very kind of him
to look at the files.

He's not doing it for free.
I had to do a deal.

Which series?

That's not really his thing.

He's more into...

How shall I put it?

- Posh restaurants.
- That'll be expensive.

No.
He's paying.

I'd never do that to you.

Who's having dinner with Dejax?

No way.
I'll do it myself.

As you wish.

Where are you going?

See you tomorrow.

Welcome.

It hasn't changed.

What happened to the poster
from The Avengers?

I don't watch so much now.

Same as usual?

- Are you stressed about tomorrow?
- A bit.

I thought you could help me practise.

My testimony, I mean.

You'll be fine.

You haven't needed me
for the last 2 years.

I needed the promotion.

Two years without word.

You were supposed to come back,

and then I hear you've gone
to Marseille.

It was an opportunity
I couldn't resist.

I know I was wrong, Kader,

and I want to come back.

Bilier's transfer is my chance.
I'll take it, if you want.

I'd like to pick things up

where we left off.

Hi, Dad. Inès.

What are you doing here?

Mum and Pierre are in court,

Gran is seeing friends,
so I'm alone.

I thought I'd spend the evening
with my dad.

We can hope for remission
in 1 or 2 years.

The most important thing
is to stay calm.

Forget Las Vegas.

- What are you doing?
- What?

- Aren't you pleased to see me?
- I had plans.

So I see.

- Whatever you're up to, stop it.
- I'm going, Kader.

We'll talk later. Sarah.

Nice to see you.

- Stay with your mum tomorrow.
- Or?

Or? No mobile phone,
no pocket money...

OK. I get it.

I hope so.

Mum, it was delicious.
Like always.

You're the best.

Did you give the cakes
to Adeline?

The cakes?

Yes.
I forgot to tell you.

She loved them.

She asked me to thank you.

Yes, I promise.

Really?

I'm not going to take a photo
of her eating.

Who do you take me for?

You could call
to tell me she liked them.

You never call me.

Yes, I do.

When did I last call?
Yesterday.

When were you going
to tell me about Inès?

You know I never liked her.

- Mum...
- Remember the last time?

I've got to go.
I've got another call.

"Another call."

You need to find a new excuse.

Sarah.

Hello, Captain.

These are for you.

Please thank your mother.

So? How was your evening?

Shorter than planned.

And yours?

It's double Dutch.

Luckily, I didn't cancel Dejax.

Paper files?
That doesn't make it any easier.

I can't go through all these.
I've got 3 bodies in the morgue.

I don't know what's happening,
it's so busy.

I like Italian cuisine.

Pizza, pasta, margherita, 4 formaggi.

I love Italian cuisine.

Where shall I start?

This one.
The Desmoulins file.

His daughter
came in with heart failure.

N'Guyen handled it
and she d*ed that night.

Her father complained
and then withdrew it.

Good choice.

I'll leave you to it.

Sorry about last night.

Sarah.

Can we talk later?
I'm testifying at 2 o'clock.

It's a tricky case.
Remember?

Lefranc's lawyers
will say it was a crime of passion.

The jurors will go easy.

Exactly, Commander Dutertre.

Let's return to your statement.
You're under oath.

You claim my client
planned his wife's m*rder,

when in fact it was an argument
that got out of hand.

- No, Kader...
- No, no.

Maître.

No, maître.

That would be the case
if your client broke his wife's arm,

or lost her left eye from a punch.

But on the day of the crime,

your client learnt
from Miss Santini,

in whom the victim confided,

that she was leaving him.

At 4.30pm, he took the children
to their grandmother's,

so he'd be alone with his wife
on the night of the m*rder.

We call that premeditation,

maître.

Sharif.

I was looking for you.

Philippe Desmoulins,
who withdrew his complaint,

lives on rue Louis Blanc.

Rue Louis Blanc?

That's near the phone box
from which N'Guyen received threats.

I didn't k*ll N'Guyen.

But I won't shed a tear.

Why did you withdraw
your complaint?

I had no choice.

My daughter d*ed a few hours
after being admitted.

Aged 15.

I met the head of department,

Abkarian.

He talked down to me.

"Heart failure."

He defied me to prove
medical negligence.

He was covering his team.

Obviously.

They stick together.

My lawyer said: "The patient
has to prove medical error."

It was a losing battle.

I don't have the money.

I'm a taxi driver.

Did you make the phone calls?

I wanted to understand.

I'm doing my best but...

I can't.

I can see him getting angry,
but not committing m*rder.

He had 4 taxi fares
the night of the m*rder.

He didn't k*ll N'Guyen.

Dejax has also found a bypass
and a valve replacement.

He thinks there was
medical negligence.

But without an autopsy...

Abkarian is dodgy.

15,000 people die in hospital
every year.

Dejax is convinced.

These are suspicious deaths.
Let's see Abkarian.

The boy's operation is today.

OK. Ask him to come in for a chat.

Civil servants have time to waste,
I don't.

My husband's innocent.

You forgot to tell us
about Caroline Desmoulins.

Be more specific. I look
at dozens of cases a week.

A young girl who d*ed
of heart failure 3 months ago.

You remember.

I'd just taken over
the secretarial work.

Her father filed a complaint
against Dr N'Guyen.

He withdrew it.
Why are we here?

You're obstructing the police.

Mind your attitude, missy.

My husband runs a department
that has saved thousands of lives,

over 30 years,

including your mother's.

He needs to save a child's life
this afternoon.

He didn't save Caroline Desmoulins.

She was seen by Dr N'Guyen,
but it's your department.

She d*ed,
and you have nothing to say?

Doctor-patient confidentiality.

I have a lot of responsibility.

You can write tickets
and direct traffic,

but don't waste my time.
There's no such thing as zero risk.

Let's go.

Stupid bitch!

I'm putting you in custody.

Are you joking?

He's got better to do

than hang about here.

Custody isn't justified?

- Abkarian has saved loads of people.
- Including your mother.

He's using confidentiality
as an excuse to get one over us.

And the prosecutor?

I'll improvise.

The operation
is in less than 5 hours.

Yes?

Commissioner.

Maître Atlan is here.

Show her in.

- Hello, maître.
- Hello.

I'm here on behalf of the clinic.

I'd like to speak
with Professor Abkarian.

Thanks for the support.

Meaning?

Shall I put it another way?

Professor Abkarian
has a high opinion of himself.

- He's like your father.
- You think that's the problem?

You're a good cop, Sharif.
I wasn't convinced at the start.

We're blaming him
for being a great surgeon?

For covering for another doctor.

Jean-Paul covers for us.
It's the same.

You think Doucet
would cover up a death?

Lucky not every criminal
has saved your mother's life.

Professor Abkarian now
has to deal with complaints...

against the clinic and doctors.
None have succeeded.

There have been other
suspicious deaths recently.

I've got all day. What about you?

What are these for?

Bronchitis?

It's for muscular pain.

Dr N'Guyen had resigned.

When?

He spoke to me before he d*ed.

I didn't believe it,
but I accepted it

and I received a letter yesterday.

N'Guyen was responsible
for Caroline's death?

Before a key operation,

I don't need bad press.
Do you understand?

I understand

that you think
you can get away with anything,

and even k*ll a colleague?

You don't suspect my client
of k*lling N'Guyen?

Don't worry, maître.
I've done nothing.

I'm too old to wander at night.
I'm in bed, with my wife.

She'll tell you.

Are we done?

Your things, Professor.

Thank you, young man.

What's the difference
between God and Abkarian?

God doesn't take himself
for Abkarian.

Here. Take this to the lab.

A doctor responsible for a child's
life should have a check-up.

Happy?

Why did Abkarian accept
N'Guyen's resignation?

He needed him for the operation.

The flaw is in the Desmoulins file.

You think you can do better
than Dejax?

Unless...

Look.

The fees charged
on the day she d*ed are top rate,

but N'Guyen charged the minimum.

So?

N'Guyen didn't see Caroline,

it was another doctor.

N'Guyen covered for Arnaud Lemoine?

Or Abkarian.

We can't

question Abkarian or Arnaud again.

One of them k*lled N'Guyen.

Jealousy is a motive for Lemoine.
And if it's Abkarian...

- He can't do the operation.
- Work it out.

We've looked at everything: phone
records, bank accounts, diaries...

I know someone who can help:

Mélanie Astier.

I'll handle it.

He's gone out.

What are you going to do
about Dutertre?

What am I meant to do?

The trial is an excuse.
She's after Kader.

So?

You make a great team.
It'd be a shame.

You're not a fan of her's?

She's an ambitious woman
and I respect that.

She's kind, but I don't like
the way she treated Kader.

Sharif is a big boy.

I know.

If she was the woman for him,
I wouldn't say anything,

but that's not the case.

See you later, Captain.

- Commander Dutertre.
- Maître Atlan.

Hi.

She's still single.

You spoil a woman.

She'll do you no good.

We were talking about you.

Really?

Your new partner is great.

No mud-wrestling, then?

Very classy, Sharif.

This is when he wakes up,
all alone.

How's the trial going?

The defence asked that I testify
after the expert witnesses.

Adeline has given me some
good advice. I'd better go.

Bye.

You'll be great, Inès.

"You'll be great, Inès."
You're mates now?

What can I say, Sharif?
She has a way about her.

So, Mélanie Astier?

She won't get involved.
You were right.

The winner is Professor Abkarian.

She saw him
treating the girl who d*ed.

That doesn't prove he k*lled her.

It'll be his word against
an intern. Doucet will say:

"Not good enough."

It's Dejax.

- Yes?
- Abkarian won't say anything.

Don't count on the staff.

- There must be something.
- 3 suspicious deaths,

and files that prove nothing.

The prescription errors started
3 months ago.

That's when
Caroline Desmoulins d*ed

and Mrs Abkarian
started working with her husband.

And N'Guyen and Abkarian
did consultations together.

Professors don't usually go
everywhere with a junior doctor.

Abkarian always calls me "miss".

And he calls me "young man".

That's odd.

That's typical for someone
suffering with Alzheimer's.

That's why

his wife is his secretary,

and N'Guyen
went everywhere with him.

It's to check his diagnoses.

He's not suffering muscle pain.

Captain Briard.

Have you got the results
on that tablet?

Anti... what?

Anticholinesterase.

Abkarian's tablets.

He has Alzheimer's.

- Out of the way.
- You shouldn't be here.

Your husband is ill.
He can't operate.

We know everything:

the mistakes, how you're
covering to help him carry on.

There's no danger.
It's under control.

Tell that to Dr N'Guyen.

If you stop me operating,
you can tell the parents

their child will die.

I'll tell them that you won't
be operating, but Dr Lemoine will.

You're competent to do it?

Noé is your patient.

Can you do it or not?

Yes. Of course.

I've been preparing for weeks.

I'm sorry, Professor,
but we have to go.

Don't worry.
I'm here.

Let's go.

He's been there an hour
and he's still calm.

His wife's the same.

The prosecutor has been calling me.
I'm on voicemail.

A confession would be good.

We don't have enough evidence.

You both know that.

Do you watch L.A. Law?

We don't have time for this.

Season 2, episode 15.

Go on, Captain.
I'll fetch Mrs Abkarian.

- You'll get nothing from me.
- Do you want your lawyer?

No. Go ahead
and ask your questions.

We know everything, Professor.

You k*lled N'Guyen
because he knew you were ill.

We know
why you're taking those tablets.

Anticholinesterase.

To treat my migraines.

This way.

Anything else?

One last question.

I'm Kader Sharif.
Do you remember me?

I remember you've been
making a nuisance of yourself.

Ask your questions.

Frédéric, the victim...

What was his surname again?

Ask me a worthwhile question.

- We're wasting time.
- My mind's gone blank.

- It must be stress.
- It happens.

I'm Kader Sharif.

Do you remember
operating on my mother?

Hold on a minute!

Do you know how many lives
I've saved over 40 years?

You treated
Caroline Desmoulins.

In '83. I was...

one of the first to follow
the team

that undertook telesurgery.

The first in France.
Did you know that?

- No.
- Now you do.

I didn't know.

So,

I'm Kader Sharif.

My partner is Adeline Briard.

Dr N'Guyen was going
to reveal you were ill.

Stop it!

Fine.

One last question.

Answer it,
and I'll take you back to the clinic.

What is my name?

What's my name, Professor?

You don't know, do you?

That's why you call
everyone "fellow",

"young man",

"miss".

N'Guyen was going to talk.

I want to talk to my wife.

What's her first name?

It's not hard,

your wife's name.

Yes.

It's...

Hold on.

It's...

I...

I knew it...

I can't remember.

I can't remember.

I didn't want

people to know.

The clinic is my life.

N'Guyen knew.

When he found out,
he promised...

to check my prescriptions,
my diagnoses,

and I would retire after the AGM.

But the girl d*ed.

Yes.

That night when...

That night when I spoke to him,
I wanted to say...

the clinic needed him,
I needed him.

That's what I wanted to say.

The clinic just called.
The operation went well.

Abkarian will be prosecuted.
The prosecutor even congratulated us.

Why was he so determined
to carry on working?

You'll be the same
when it's time to retire.

You'll still be here?

We're hooked.

Such a sense of humour.

Thanks for what you said.

One good turn deserves another.

You did the same for me,
with the photographer.

- Is that for you?
- No. It's for you.

I'm expected.

Inès?

See you tomorrow, Captain.

Will we be disturbed?

No. Not this time.

Sarah is at her mother's.
I've just checked.

What about the trial?

Lefranc was sentenced
to 14 years in prison.

I'm sorry I left.

We made a good team.

It's hard

not to agree.

Why don't you give me a tour,

to bring back
some old memories?

2 years ago,

I'd have given anything to do that.

But now...

Why did you ask me
to come here?

Because I wanted to talk to you.

You're a good person, Inès.

Truly.

But

I have to go and finish
the N'Guyen case.

I understand.
You've got paperwork.

It's true,

you've changed.

If you change your mind,

you know where I am.

Say goodbye to Adeline.

You're never where you're expected.

Is this for my benefit?

I didn't want to leave you
all the paperwork.

But I see you have other plans.

I've done mine.
Your stuff is on your desk.

I do have plans.

Pronto.

Il ristorante degli innamorati.

We're going to Vesuvio.
You'll see, it's un miracolo.

Perfect.

A deal is a deal.
Have a nice evening.

Captain.

I have a question.

How did Sarah know
Inès was having dinner with me?

Only we knew.

You, Inès and me.

Inès didn't tell Sarah.

And it wasn't me.

You think I told her?

Knowing it would ruin your evening?

Why would I do such a thing?

- Mum?
- What's wrong?

I'm watching Candice Renoir.

Nothing special.
I wanted to speak to you.

What is it, Son?

Bon appétit!
Adeline

Nothing.

Everything's fine, Mum.