02x07 - Au suivant

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Hello?

Mr Delayrac? I have an appointment.
Maître Rénier, the bailiff.

sh*t!

Hello.
I've found a man unconscious.

Looks like he's dead.

I'm at the Delayrac Studio,
7, rue...

Are you OK?

I've called for help.
I'll get you some water.

- Your costume's useless.
- Not at all.

We watched it when you were a kid.
You loved it.

Chips, Poncherello.

"Licence, registration.
Hands on the car."

- Perfect for tomorrow.
- Tomorrow?

Grandma's fancy-dress party?
It's tricky, Dad.

You already let me down
for the Festival of Light.

- I've got an important presentation.
- Presentation?

That's new. Who's it for?

My history teacher.

It's on Jocasta, Oedipus,
invasive fathers, etc...

You know?

Yes, Baudemont.

Hello? Hello?

Oh, out of charge.

I've got to go.
We'll talk about it later.

Have a good day.

- All right, Stéphane?
- You look great.

- Classy, eh?
- You bet.

- All right, girls?
- Captain...

- Hello, Captain.
- Hi.

Hi, guys.

Nice Village People outfit.

No. Chips. Poncherello.

Captain Briard.

We're at Delayrac's workshop
with a nice victim.

Have you seen
Night of the Living Dead?

No?

Come over, it'll give you an idea.

See you soon.

They're on their way.

Unless it's the oysters.

CAPTAIN SHARIF

- I went in...
- Did you touch anything?

MAJOR DISCORD

I'm with Sarah.

Fancy dress was never my thing.

What?

I saw you as Emma Peel.

The Avengers.

Episode: A Touch of Brimstone.

Tight bodysuit, SM collar,

stiletto leather boots.

Upsetting.

Hello. The victim
is Valentin Duruis, 22,

an apprentice.

The owner, Marc Delayrac,
was here.

Head wound.

What does he say?

A burglar knocked him out.

Dejax examined him.
The wound is too superficial

to have rendered him unconscious.

He's drunk a lot.

- Where is he?
- There.

Stradivarius, quiet!

- Stradivarius?
- Not very original.

The bailiff says

Delayrac was heavily in debt.

Valentin Duruis, the victim,
was his last employee.

Things were tense
due to unpaid salaries.

This is where the bailiff found

Mr Delayrac.

Delayrac...

You know the Delayracs?
Then you know

that, Georges, his father,
was a famous violinist.

They say
he slept with the red violin.

Sclerosis forced him to retire.

Antoine, the eldest,
was just as talented.

Of course.

Of course...

Marc, the second son,
ran this workshop.

All right?

- I see!
- Yes...

As shrivelled as a dried fruit.

No blood in his face.

Look at his neck.
Looks like head trauma.

Time of death between 8 and 10pm.

- And his face?
- Like he'd been vacuum packed.

Like packets of coffee.

So, he's hit, he falls, and then?

20 Minutes

Traces of saliva.

- It must have been on his head.
- Yes, to create a vacuum.

It's a bit like us,
where nothing happens.

- What's that?
- The vacuum pump.

That's right. The vacuum pump.

The return of the prodigal son.

Sharif!

Sharif! Hey!

The Village People had no violinist.

But it helped Sherlock Holmes
to think.

Except that he could play.

Something interesting?

You wouldn't believe it.

Jeff, can you get the prints
off the newspaper?

Why this one?

It's the only one
with no workshop stamp.

Thanks.

Right.
Shall we talk to Mr Delayrac,

see if his memory's come back?

Mr Delayrac?

Captain Sharif, Captain Briard.

Did they take Valentin away?

What do you remember?

- Let me through!
- Captain...

What happened?

- Valentin's dead.
- Valentin...

My violin, my violin...

Wait. Was the red violin
in the workshop?

It's gone.

Disappeared.

Did you ask Valentin
to service it?

Yes. Who else?
You're no good for anything.

Was it you?

What have you done now, Marc?

We'll continue this conversation
at the station.

You OK?

Come with me.

- You OK?
- Yes.

Brotherly love.

Right. We have a dead man

and a million-euro violin
that's missing.

DELAYRAC CASE
Violino rosso

Antoine is in 1, Marc in 2,

so they don't k*ll each other.

I called the guys at the workshop:
no sign of the Rosso.

I called Valentin's grandmother,
his only family.

He was more than an apprentice.
I looked on the Internet.

Really?

To perfect your knowledge
of the Delayracs?

Whatever. Valentin was
a rising star in the profession.

He was going to set up on his own,

and posted the address
of his workshop in the 6th.

Pricey neighbourhood
for an apprentice.

I thought he had money problems.

- Has the violin been found?
- No.

I've got a contact at Central Office.

I've put out an alert.

Trafficking in cultural artefacts
is a select market,

but I know someone
who can tip me off.

Better than Central Office?

Captain, I too have a Huggy Bear.

Rochmansky? It's Sharif.
Wait a second.

I'll take care of Marc,
I'll leave you Antoine.

Congratulate him on his
Beethoven violin concerto.

The one in 2003.

2003... in Milan?

Yes, Roch?

The Delayracs' red violin.

I need to know
who's buying and selling.

Keep me posted. Thanks.

Maître Atlan, delighted to see you.

- Kader.
- I wanted to talk to you.

Is it about tomorrow's party?

I already pleaded your case
with Sarah last year,

and I said that
if Sarah was no longer...

Never mind.
Forget about it.

Bye, Déborah.

Marc Delayrac wants a lawyer.

Marc Delayrac?
The m*rder in the workshop?

- No. Er... Yes.
- I'm a huge fan.

I used to drag him
to the red-violin concerts.

Where's my client?

She'll take you to him.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome, it's a pleasure.

They hit me, I saw nothing.
It's bound to be junkies.

Who left without the money
but with a violin?

Interesting line of defence.
Isn't it, Maître?

Any defence depends

on what you're trying to prove.

What are you accusing
my client of, exactly?

A man is dead and a priceless
violin has disappeared.

I'm trying to understand.

I saw blood
on the edge of the counter

where you were found.

I think you hurt yourself
when falling,

because you were drunk.

Could he have k*lled Valentin?

Have you seen the state of him?
Drunk from morning to night.

I don't recognise him.

But you accused him earlier.

No. I resent him ruining the workshop
and sullying the Delayracs' name.

Marc loved Valentin.

He called him a diamond
that he was shaping.

The kid was motivated.

Really, I mean.

He came from nothing.

I taught him everything.

Until he decided to open
his own workshop?

Must have been hard for you,
drove you back to drink.

Marc started drinking again
when our father d*ed.

It's his way of coping.

Bullshit!

He has an easy life.

He didn't practise for 8 hours a day
with my father.

- Won't you sit down?
- No, thanks.

I earned the right
to play the red violin.

Servicing it must be earned, too.

- When did you find out he was going?
- A few months ago.

I'd have done the same
in his place.

The workshop's going bust.

My brother and I can't speak
without fighting.

Valentin was right to leave.

But he should have told me

Antoine had asked him
to service the Rosso.

My client has no record.

He's just lost his colleague
and his violin.

So unless you have proof,
please release him.

Last question.

Where were you yesterday
between 8 and 10pm?

At the conservatoire,
with my daughter Marion.

If you don't find the violin,

I'll have to cancel my tour.
You know that?

Without it, my career is over.

Got a minute?

Do you read 20 Minutes?

- Well?
- He doesn't read 20 Minutes.

- Nice family.
- Rather typical.

We went to all the bars
where Delayrac drinks.

What we do to check up
on a suspect's whereabouts!

You have to order a drink,
otherwise we look like cops.

Then again, we're in uniform.

Marc Delayrac
ended up at the Barberousse.

Customers remember him leaving
at 10.45, alone.

Seems no-one followed him.

10.45? Marc can't have
committed the m*rder.

We can let him go.

A lady's in reception for you.
You told her to come by.

Thanks.

- Mrs Duruis?
- Yes.

Captain Briard and Captain Sharif.

- Fancy some tea? Let's go...
- In the office will be fine.

Why am I here?

It's about your grandson Valentin.

He's dead. We're sorry.

I know he's dead.

He d*ed in a motorbike accident
5 years ago.

You're wrong.

No. He's the real Valentin Duruis.

Your apprentice stole his identity.
We don't know his name.

He must have talked
about his family,

where he came from.

Not really.

Valentin was very discreet
about his private life.

I didn't want to bother him.

We shared a passion for the violin.
That was enough.

Your lawyer is checking
your release papers.

Then you can go.

If you remember anything,
you know where we are.

OK.

Will you follow me?

The real Valentin Duruis
d*ed in an accident in 2009.

He reappeared in 2011
with the Delayracs.

An identity theft in preparation
for stealing the violin?

There are easier ways,
even for a million-euro violin.

Marc was stunned by his talent.

He'd have hired him
regardless of his name.

- I think he was running away.
- From the police?

Are you sure?

OK, thanks.

Our Valentin Duruis' prints
are not on record.

He's unknown to us.

Why change identities
if you're not on the run?

It makes no sense.

- The 20 Minutes!
- It's an obsession.

There was an article about
the workshop with Valentin's photo.

Someone may have recognised him.

He was k*lled because of his past?

And the theft of the violin
was a coincidence?

We did everything we could,

but there are no usable prints.

- Thanks, Jeff.
- You're welcome.

Search Valentin's place.

Maybe he kept something
that will identify him.

The Four Seasons,
played by Delayrac.

I didn't know you liked this stuff.

I love surprising you.

Sharif.

Look.

- All right?
- Get on.

Say hello.

Did you see?

- Put the siren on.
- Are you mad?

That's my daughter!
That guy's at least 25.

- I'm sure I've arrested him.
- He's in her class.

How do you know that?

Your mother doesn't only call you.

What?

My mother knows too?

- Better get going.
- OK.

OK...

Nothing personal here.
It's as if Valentin had no life.

Tell me, how long

have you known
about my daughter?

I'm saying nothing without my lawyer.

A lease in Valentin's name.

Several months' rent
paid in advance.

For a penniless apprentice,
he wasn't badly off.

"You know how much
you mean to me.

"I can't live without you."

A classical approach.

The tone is lacking something...

but it's not unpleasant.

Do carry on, please.

"And I can't imagine you
living without me.

"Let's make up and meet soon,

"Marion D."

You forgot "I love you", there.

"I love you. Marion D."

As in Delayrac, Antoine's daughter.

Follow me.

Please wait here.

Mr Delayrac will see you
after his rehearsal.

Forte!

Forte! Forte!

Forte!

Concentrate, Marion. Marion!

Your grandfather
was less patient than me!

Let nothing distract you.
Do you hear? Look at me. Nothing!

Go from the 2nd movement.

Hello.
Have you found my violin?

We'd like to talk to your daughter.

You can't. We're rehearsing.

Take a break.
It will do her good.

Spare me your value judgements,
Captain.

My father was much harsher with me
than I am with her.

You mean

you don't hit her with a belt?

What do you want with her?

I already told you
we were at the conservatoire.

She practices there every night
until 11pm.

Is your daughter over 18?

- We don't need permission.
- No.

Marion, stop.

"I can't live without you

"and I can't imagine you
living without me."

Valentin's death must have been
a shock.

My father didn't know,

so please don't tell him.

Marion, that letter
makes you a suspect,

and your first response
is to lie to your father.

Where were you yesterday
between 8 and 10pm?

At the conservatoire.

I got there between 7 and 7.30.

You're wrong about the letter.

It just proves
I was in love with Valentin.

And him?

He slipped me his number,

one night at the workshop.

It was a bit cheeky, but I liked it.

We saw each other every day
for 3 months.

Valentin was scared of nothing,
especially not my father.

I'd have gone to the ends
of the earth for him.

Even if he lied about his identity?

What are you on about?

You're freaking me out.
Valentin would have said...

Well, he didn't.

Can anyone confirm your alibi?

Yes, my father.
He told you he was with me.

Here's my pass.

You can check the time if you like.

Did Valentin seem worried
when you last saw him?

Monday night, his place.

There were wads of notes
on the table.

50,000 euros in cash.

He said he was being paid
to destroy his greatest creation.

I didn't understand.
I was scared. I ran away.

I swear that's all I know.

You'll need to be available,
just in case.

It must be quite something

to play the Rosso, right?

She's not ready yet.

Did Marion confirm my alibi?

Don't let me keep you.
You can go.

Anything to add?
Don't be shy.

Shy...

No. That's not our style.

We're rather uninhibited.

You should never meet your idols.

They rarely match up
to your expectations.

This is yours.

"50,000 euros to destroy
his greatest creation."

A violin,
or his relationship with Marion?

You think a father would pay
a guy to dump his daughter?

You tell me.

- I'll be right with you, Captain.
- Don't be long.

So, Roch,
have you found the Rosso?

You're talking to
Jean-Pierre Rochmansky.

I've turned the city
upside down for you.

Nothing.

In France, there are 3 guys able
to spend 800,000 euros on a violin:

a very private collector

and two investors,
who'd sell it to the Russians.

Two are interested.

But to buy it, it has to be for sale.
No-one's offering your red violin.

- And the Rochmansky bonus?
- Ah, the Rochmansky bonus...

There isn't one.

- But it's a tradition.
- An empty bag won't stand up.

- What?
- Forget it.

If I hear anything...

Did you think he'd find the Rosso
24 hours after the theft?

No, but I expected a lead.
A violin doesn't just vanish.

- Captain...
- Yes.

- For you.
- Thanks a lot.

The search of the conservatoire.

So...

Marion was there last night.

Sharif.

- The newspaper...
- The one in the workshop?

Yes.

Part of the page was torn off.

Let's call it.

- Hello?
- Sharif?

- Baudemont?
- Yes.

You're here. I'll hang up.

It's his mobile.
Damien Descombes.

He was hanging around
the Delayrac workshop.

A record as long as your arm:

robbery with v*olence,
counterfeiting, passport theft.

He tried to get away,
but the little old lady

got him straightaway.

- Take him to the interview room.
- Come on.

- I was taking a walk.
- Wrong answer.

You can do better.

I was meditating
at my mother's grave.

How's that?

Valentin Duruis, ring any bells?

You give him your number
and he's m*rder*d. Why?

What was your brother's real name?

Xavier.

Our mother d*ed when we were kids.

He was 9 years younger than me.
Our father brought us up.

He was a vicious bastard.

Xavier would piss himself.

The more he hit me,
the worse I got.

- And you ended up in prison?
- Yes.

I abandoned my little brother.

Then one day, he disappeared.
It was his way of coping.

I showed him how to steal
an identity.

It was easy on the Internet.

And when you met up again?

He totally freaked out.

His former life
was his worst nightmare.

Not the welcome you hoped for?

I hoped for nothing.

I abandoned my little brother.

He wouldn't even look at me.

He was throwing stuff in the bin.

As a kid,
he had the same expression.

I didn't want to bother him,
so I left.

You were the last person
to see him alive.

Or the first to see him dead.

Rubbish.

Ask the cemetery keeper.
He had to wait for me to leave.

What about my brother?

Can I see him?

That's why I went to the workshop.

We'll take you tomorrow.

- Till then, you'll stay here.
- Thanks.

Till we confirm your alibi.

Valentin hid something in the bins.

Marion thinks he destroyed
his greatest work.

What are you doing
tomorrow first thing?

Depends what you're suggesting.

A visit to the Delayracs' workshop.

Try to behave yourself.

- Goodnight, Captain.
- Goodnight.

You're nuts.

Stop it. You know I do.
I can't wait to see you.

It's not that, but...

Don't worry, I'll think of something.

- Hi, Dad.
- Hi, Sarah.

- All right?
- Er... yeah.

That was my friend Stéphanie.

- Sarah, I want to talk to you.
- About Grandma's party?

Dad, it's for kids.

- Which you're not.
- Right.

I've got a presentation.

You don't want me to get a bad grade.

Is the presentation all that urgent?

Yes, very.

But there will be others.

I mean... later.

Not too much later. Be careful...

You've plenty of time.

Your whole life, even.

Of course,
presentations are important.

But...

Well, tell my teacher that.

Hello, this is Sarah's dad.

Come to the police station
tomorrow at 3pm.

Not a word to Sarah. OK?

You work too much.
You should relax more.

Yes.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, darling.

Great. What do we do now?

I'll call for back-up.

For a dog? No. I'll deal with it.

Come on, Captain.

- Where are you going?
- I've got an idea.

Explain.

That's good. That'll work.

Hide, Captain.

- You're not going to open it?
- I am.

Hide!

Here we go.

There.

Magnum, pilot episode.

After you, Captain.

I don't know how I'll get
the dictaphone back.

- How did Magnum do it?
- They don't tell you.

What do you expect to find?
It's been searched.

There's only offcuts
and broken instruments.

- What colour offcuts?
- None of them red.

Exactly. With this, no more Rosso.

It takes the colour
out of any instrument.

You mean the violin's in pieces,
in the bin?

Probably.

Where else can I go?
This workshop is my life.

I didn't come
to destroy the proof.

- We may have found your violin.
- What's that?

This is not the Rosso.

It's been bleached,
but there are red traces.

I may be a drunk,
but I'm an excellent violin maker.

The wood is too young.
It's ridiculous.

Maybe the red varnish
was meant to mislead.

From far off.
The sound of the Rosso is unique.

Any musician would know.

When did Antoine
stop playing in public?

He was due to play at the Lyon
festival but he pulled out.

He was unhappy
with how I had tuned the violin.

He asked Valentin to service it.

Maybe to hide the fact
that he'd had a copy made.

Antoine sold the real Rosso
in secret,

kept the money

and paid Valentin to make a copy?

Then he waited 3 months

and asked his accomplice
to destroy his greatest creation.

Then faked a break-in
to claim on the insurance.

Rubbish!

Without the Rosso,
Antoine can't tour.

Valentin's death
ruined Antoine's plan.

The bastard! I'll k*ll him!

You're under arrest for...
forced entry.

What?
This is my place, you moron!

That's true.

Let's make it insulting behaviour
and obstructing an officer.

Kader, what are you playing at
with Marc Delayrac?

You know the charge
against my client won't stick.

What would you prefer, Maître?

That your client be here
for a trifle,

or that he come back in 2 hours
for k*lling his brother?

Unbelievable...

I'm going before you tell me
about preventative arrest.

I'll call Antoine Delayrac in.
I'm curious to know what he'll say.

- This is mine, Francky.
- Captain Sharif.

A young man's here.
Quentin. Do you know him?

- Interview room.
- OK.

Is this where you make
criminals confess?

- Name?
- Chapuy, Quentin.

- Profession?
- Er... I'm 16.

What is your relationship with Sarah?

She's my chick.

Your chick?

- For long?
- Yes, 2 weeks.

An eternity.

Did Sarah tell you
what we call you at school?

Shaft.

What do you know about Shaft?

Sarah showed us the DVDs.

The French title,
Les Nuits rouges de Harlem,

is moronic.

Where as you are cold,

stylish, you're Shaft.

Like any other series?

The Prisoner,

The Wild, Wild, West
and Game of Thrones, obviously.

Yes, Adeline.

Er... in the toilet.

On my way.

"In the toilet"...

You get bored when I'm not here,
don't you?

I've got Antoine Delayrac's
bank statements.

No withdrawal of 50,000 euros.

But there are deposits
totalling 400,000 euros,

across several accounts
3 months ago.

It must be from the sale.

It doesn't explain Valentin's death.

Valentin was discreet,
and an unlikely blackmailer.

What surprises me about it all

is that Antoine
wanted to sell the Rosso.

He said it himself:
without it, he can't play.

There's something we're missing
that's under our noses.

How right you are, Captain.

Here's our maestro.

Coming, Captain?
Let's welcome him.

You could have phoned me.

Yes, but it's better
in the interview room.

Oh... sorry, guys.

That room's taken,
we'll find another.

Mind if we do it upstairs?

Is there a lift?

No, but we have stairs
with a disabled ramp.

Thanks, but that won't be necessary.

Last I heard,

there were no interview rooms
upstairs.

Captain...

I bet this room
has just been vacated.

There! Magic, isn't it?

What are you doing here, exactly?

Déborah asked me to defend this case.

It's an honour to defend you, sir.

Thanks.

First your ex,
now it's her boyfriend.

We're very family-oriented.

You have multiple sclerosis,
don't you?

Your career is over.

Do you have medical records
that we don't?

If not, watch out.
I'll sue you for defamation.

Your bank statements
show unidentified deposits.

You didn't want to end up
like your father,

looking at the Rosso,
unable to play it.

So you sold it discreetly.

But why did you k*ll Valentin?

Was the 50,000 euros you gave him
no longer enough?

Was it because
he was seeing your daughter?

That's enough.
You're talking rubbish.

Even if Marion and Valentin
were together,

why would that bother me?

The Delayrac tradition would
continue. She plays, he repairs.

Leave Marion out of this.

Valentin was very talented

and kind.

He reminded me of my brother
when he was young and lucid.

The copy was his idea.

- I had no reason to think...
- Listen.

Just to please you, my client
admits to selling his property.

Nothing was stopping him.

As for the rest, he has an alibi.

See you very soon, Captain.

Not so fast, Maître.

You're under arrest as of now,

3.50pm, for the m*rder of Valentin.

We'll let Clément
have his 30 minutes.

I'll see if Marion
still wants to give him an alibi,

knowing he sold the Rosso.

She needed it for her career, too.

Be right back, Captain.

The toilet, eh?

You interrogated my boyfriend?

You have a boyfriend?

- I didn't know.
- And you wonder why?

- You lied to me.
- I didn't lie.

I just didn't tell you.

You always go too far.
You were going to arrest Quentin.

I don't think I traumatised him.

He keeps talking about you.
My mates want to see you.

Don't try to be my friend.

You're just my father,
and that's enough.

- All right?
- Yes, yes.

- Marion will be here in 15 minutes.
- Good.

He can't have sold it.

The violin is our lives.
You're lying.

You said he was with you all evening.
Was he?

Your father stands accused of m*rder.

He doesn't have a pass
proving where he was.

We'll question the staff,
your friends.

We'll check everything.

You can be sure
we'll prove he wasn't there.

Valentin's dead. Don't you want
to know what happened?

I have nothing to say.
I have to rehearse.

Talk about refusing to face reality!

All those years
of training and sacrifice.

She'll never give her father away.

We know that. But does he?

You accuse my client of m*rder.

Mr Delayrac has an alibi.
You have no witness and no proof.

Did I sum that up correctly?

Marion talked.

You have no alibi
for the night of the m*rder.

You'll stay here.

Sorry to burst your bubble,
but what alibi do you mean?

Here is my client's car-park ticket

proving he was
on the other side of Lyon

from 8.26 to 9.37pm.

For a crime supposedly committed
between 8 and 10pm,

it's virtually impossible,
you must admit.

"Virtually" leaves room for doubt.

Yes. But in French law,
doubt always favours the accused.

Why didn't you tell us?

In order to stop sh*t-stirrers
telling everyone I was disabled.

Unless you can precisely determine
the time of the m*rder,

I think we're finished here.

Not quite, Maître.

First we'll check
that the ticket is his.

It won't take long. I promise.

Be my guest, Captain.

Dejax can't time the m*rder exactly.

The electricity.

Good Lord, of course!

Yes, Inspector Bourrel?

It was my grandmother's
favourite series.

Dejax says it's impossible

to determine the exact time
if the w*apon used

is a Kn*fe or a g*n.

But this was a vacuum pump
that works by electricity.

Sharif here.

If I give you
an electric-meter number,

can you tell me the consumption?

Thanks.

Number one.

Thanks.

What do you want?

Where's my lawyer?

You won't need him.

We wanted to show you something.

The electricity consumption
for the workshop.

There's a peak at 9.28pm,
when the pump was running.

I was still at the hospital then.

So I couldn't have k*lled Valentin.

What I can't stand,

other than your superior manner,

is a father lying to his daughter.

Why force Marion
to confirm your alibi?

She was doing what she always did:
covering my hospital visits.

She knows no-one must know
about my illness.

What did you tell her?

- That I k*lled Valentin?
- No.

Just that you had sold the Rosso.

You know, the Rosso
meant a lot of sacrifices.

I knew Marion wasn't up to it.

The money was for Marc and her,

to pay back the debts
and start again, like my father.

Her career may have been
less prestigious,

but more rewarding.

Please...

I must talk to her.

She'll be at the conservatoire now.

Not necessarily.

Look.

It's Marion's pass record.
She was there every night.

And?

She said she was at Valentin's place
Monday night.

But she was at the conservatoire.
She clocked in.

Or someone else did.

Well played, Captain.

Someone was covering her
to see Valentin.

She has no alibi
for the night of the m*rder.

Hello?

- Marion?
- Yes.

Captain Briard here.

We're holding your father.

He needs some things.
Are you at home?

No, at the conservatoire.

Do you mind going home?

Stradivarius.

- No, that's fine.
- Thank you. See you there.

She's at the workshop.

Put that down.

I want it to stop.
Don't move or I'll burn everything.

- We can work it out.
- Don't you get it?

I loved Valentin!

He saw me as something
other than a violinist.

But he didn't care for me.
He was in my father's clutches.

Marion.

There's petrol everywhere.

If you light it, we all die.

Then get out.

Get out!

- Your father never...
- To hell with him and his violin.

I wanted to burn that Rosso
so many times.

It was all that mattered,
even for Valentin.

He kept talking about my career,
the violin...

He had to be silenced!

You're still young.
Please don't do this.

No!

That's not what we agreed.

I buy the pizzas,
you write up the case.

No, it's not what we agreed...

What will remain
of the Delayracs?

So many liabilities.

Amazing they were freed
at the same time.

Quite a coincidence.

Did you arrange it?

"Family is a wonderful thing.
Shame you can't choose yours."

James Ellroy.

To be continued.

It'll be great.
I can't wait.

See you tonight.

Me too. Love you.

Sarah, just so you know.

I never tried to be friends
with Quentin.

I'm your father, you're my daughter,
but we can talk, can't we?

- Of course.
- Good.

If one day you want to tell me
you have a boyfriend,

you needn't be afraid.

Papa, I've got a boyfriend
called Quentin.

I'm going out with him tonight.

He's taking me
to a fancy-dress party.

That's a very good idea.

Be back by midnight.

Midnight?
I'm not going as Cinderella.

No point in going.

Don't push it.
Midnight's late enough.

Dad.

Yes?

Thanks.

You're welcome.

You won't be able to drink.

With a straw I can.
Shame about the crisps.

Stéphanie, what are you doing?

Oh, my word!

You're so sexy!

There's a real woman
under the uniform.

Don't look at me like that.
It freaks me out.

- Give us a twirl.
- Wow!

- I have no tail.
- We can lend you one.

You should hold latex parties.

- That'd be good.
- We'd sign up.

Cheer up, Sharif.
It's not Adeline's thing.

Never mind. We tried.

Shall we have these?
We're expected.

If you get arrested,
I'm not coming to fetch you.

- I've got my police ID.
- Where did you hide it?

- You old pervert.
- Wait for me!

You even have the lasso.

Wonder Woman!

It's gonna be a great night.

This mask is itchy.

Drive carefully.