03x02 - Le cri du silence

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I'll call her.

It's OK. I'll go in.

What's she doing?

- She's usually on time.
- Yes.

Élisabeth?

Hey. It's me.

Are you ready?

Élisabeth?

Oh my God!

Élisabeth!

Élisabeth?

Élisabeth!

Adeline?

2 things you should know:

One, I love Deborah.
I'm marrying her.

Manners!

Two,

stay out of our lives.

Or else?

This had better not become a habit.

I'm not joking.

Me neither.

Morning.

What happened?

Oh, just a scratch.

Pierre Clément came round.

He found out about you and Deborah?
You deserved it.

I wanted to be best man.

Are they marrying?

Yes. Excuse me.

Yes, Baudemont.

Hi, Cherif.

We've some desperate housewives
in a panic.

A burglary's gone badly wrong.

1 injured, 1 homicide.

We're on our way.

Know much about property? No?
I don't know

how much a pad here costs,

but I reckon the price per m²
has just fallen.

THE SILENT SCREAM

Welcome.
Today's victims:

David and Élisabeth Manin.

50 and 45.

No children.

She runs
an institute for deaf people.

He worked at a Paris bank
head office for 12 years.

He moved to Lyon
to run a branch 2 months ago

to be near his wife.

It didn't pan out.

She's in hospital, unconscious:

her condition's
not life-threatening.

The neighbours say

they were a perfect couple,

classy, loving, close.

Like the Harts in Hart to Hart.

The Lyon version.

This looks straightforward:

the burglar was startled,
it got messy.

Do we need to bother?

Might as well do your job.

- Adeline.
- Philippe.

I won't shake hands.

A kiss instead?

Nice try. Conclusions?

Stabbed 6 times.
Between 10pm and 1am.

No w*apon, no struggle.

k*ller surprised him,
punctured his stomach first time.

Could that be it?

Yep, it matches.

k*ller wasn't armed:
it wasn't premeditated.

Nope.

The victim had no chance.

Yet Élisabeth Manin
was hardly injured.

So, he was the target.

No sign of a break-in.

I think they let him in
through the front door.

Then he staged the burglary?

I hope she recovers quickly
so we can talk to her.

D'you prefer prefab
or solid wood furniture?

Why?

Look. The doors were ripped off.

And here's the craftsman's signature:
EG.

Who would steal a door?

OK. I'll put out an APB
on local carpenters.

We could also check out
the institute Élisabeth ran.

A hearing aid? A deaf k*ller?

Possibly.

The first results tally:

the only fingerprints found
were an apprentice's,

Enzo Gaillard, 20.

EG.

I'm glad Sarah's school is nearby.

Boarding isn't so bad.

Sarah would cope with it.

Why?

Has she mentioned
her plan after exams?

They're not for 2 years.

I know.

Thanks for this, Mr Dulac.

I hope Élisabeth recovers.
Everyone loves her.

We have kids ranging from 7 to 25.

Places like this are rare.

- Known her long?
- Over 20 years.

I'm a specialist teacher.

I run the boarding house
and job training.

Élisabeth and I don't have kids,

so we're like family to these ones.

It's this way.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

Enzo used to get in trouble.
He struggled to accept deafness.

But he's trying hard here.
He likes his carpentry course.

He's a good lad.

The police want a word.

He was there yesterday.

You can talk to him.
He lip-reads.

Look at him when you talk.

Hi, Enzo.

Why were you there?

To get my money.

Manin was trying to con me.

I'm deaf, not stupid.

What was the money for?

The cabinet.

He didn't want to pay.

Instead of taking it,
you tore off the doors?

I told you
Élisabeth would sort it out. Why?

He's bad news.
He has no respect.

She doesn't see it.

What time did you leave?

11am.

Where were you last night?

Here. Playing cards.

Why?

The Manins were att*cked last night.

Do they think it was me?

Disgusting!

All this because he has a record:
he's disgusted.

We'll verify your story.

But...

during your dispute,

you lost this.

Not mine.

- What...
- Who was looking for a hearing aid

this morning?

What's that?

Deaf people use sign names.

That's Ariane, a girl here.

She cleans Élisabeth's house.
A student job.

Can we see her?

She's in class.
She's back at 2pm.

We need her.

Here. Thank you.

Go on, tell me.

I bet it was a boyfriend.

Nope.

- It's not important.
- It is, to me.

How come
my partner learned sign language?

I have a deaf cousin.

Marion.

We were inseparable
until my parents divorced.

No family holidays
in Brittany after that.

Have you got back in touch?

I should've:
my sign language wouldn't be rusty.

Ah!

Still no m*rder w*apon,

but ?15,000 of jewellery's missing.

Thanks, Baudemont.
I'd better call Huggy.

Say hi from me.

I like Rochmansky.

Can you check Enzo Gaillard's alibi?

Haven't you noticed?
Stéphanie's gone now.

I'm on my own.

Take it easy: that was 2 days ago.

2 days, a season: same result.

Bibi has to do all the work.

I'm not Vishnu,
I only have 2 arms!

Did she have
to go and do a placement?!

Er... Enzo what?

- Gaillard.
- That's it.

Sorry, I was with Baudemont.
He says hello.

I'll send a list.
Can you find out?

Yes, yes.

OK.

I've got to go, Rocky.
Keep me informed.

- Hiya.
- I'm coming.

Hi, Deborah.

She forgot her things.

- You OK?
- Yeah.

Sorry about what Pierre did.

It's not like him.

A right cowboy.

Kader...

I think it's better
we don't see each other for a while.

That's OK. Don't worry.

Things OK with Adeline?

I think I need some advice.

We're late.

- Call you tomorrow.
- Away tonight?

She's sleeping at mine.

No I'm not.

Where, then?

I've been on about
Emilie's birthday all week!

Have you got brain overload?!

Bye, Dad.

Bye.

- See ya.
- See you soon.

Ariane is in the interview room
with Dulac.

Good.

The victim was in town that day.

We traced him through
his debit card: massage, barber.

Neighbours say
he took care of himself.

A charming, approachable man.

His wife: any news?

Anaemia.
We have to wait till tomorrow.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Take a seat.

Thanks.

Ariane chooses not to speak.

She only uses sign language.
She's a good lip-reader.

Fine.

Thanks for standing in
as an interpreter.

No problem.
I know Ariane very well.

She's from Haute-Loire.

She was only 7 when she came.

She's grown up here.

She hates us talking
as if she's not here.

Is something wrong?

She wants us opposite her.
It's easier to talk that way.

It's normal.

We tend to talk to the interpreter.

Is it yours?

"I took it out.

"Don't need it when I clean."

Leaving it didn't bother you?

"I didn't have time,

"David Manin told me to leave,

"he was angry."

Why?

"He was arguing with another woman.

"Manin said..."

Why did you stop?

The woman slapped Manin, right?

"Yes.

"I don't know why

"but she was threatening him.

"I'm sure."

It looks like

he's yelling at her.

No, he's cheering her up.

She's the longest-serving pupil.
He taught her to sign.

He expects a lot from them.

And it works.

She refuses
to let her disability hold her back.

She's saying ...

she wants to help,

but everything's muddled.

We should let her rest.

Yes. Or help her remember.

A Cherif special?

Maybe, yes.

Mannix, season 2, episode 1.

Role-play to help her
remember what happened

between the woman and Manin.

Ideally, we'd act it out
in a lounge...

Like on the day of the crime.

My home.

Welcome.
I'll put you there.

Come on then.

You'll be able to see us easily.

Stand here.

So, I'm going to be Manin

and Captain Briard,
will be the woman. OK?

Come. This way.

She had her back to you?

Excuse me.
I think she understood.

She's deaf, not stupid.

I'll say
what you read on Manin's lips.

OK?

Maybe it'll jog your memory.

Why not some hypnosis too?!

No. That's plan B.

So...

Manin said:
"You've come here,

"so you must accept."

Eh?

That's right?

And then she slapped David, right?

Method acting.

Really, Captain?

My lucky day.

We'll go again.

Without the slap.

"You've come here, so you agree.

"Accept. You have no choice.

"You wouldn't come
if you didn't want to!

"You're a little liar!"

"Otherwise, what are you doing here?!

"You must accept.
You've no choice!"

D'you remember?

Ariane? Yes?

Ariane?

"He talked about a ship."

A ship?

And?

"Manin told the woman...
if she agreed,

"the ship wouldn't sink.

"And afterwards...

"I walked back to the institute.

"C..."

Slow down.

"C,

"l,

"a...

"Claudia."

The woman's name?

Claudia, a sinking ship...
A good start.

Yes. But what now?

Thank you.

You take Ariane back.

I'm popping over to the port.

You coming?

Before you go,

is your sign name "Golden Thread"?

Am I right?

OK. You make your own clothes, right?

That's great.

You have a gift.

Right, then. Goodbye, Ariane.

What does that mean?
Light? Gaze?

Bright Eyes, is that it?

Is that what you call me?

Thank you.

Oh dear, didn't you enjoy
your little outing?

I didn't find anything.

No link to Manin.

Nothing my end, either.
No Claudia.

Manin's bank customers
aren't listed by first name.

Is his bank near Jacobins Sq.?

Not far, yes.

There's a pretty bookshop
with a glass roof there.

Called "The Drunken Ship".

The Drunken Ship.

That's it!

I know what you'll say.

Nice one, Cherif.

It has an account at Manin's bank.

The owner asked for a loan.
So, that's Claudia.

Claudia Duroy.

The Drunken Ship
has gone from 17 to 5 employees.

Serious financial problems.

A Fnac opened next door.
Internet competition.

Duroy made several loan applications:
all refused.

Did she thr*aten Manin at his home

for a loan?

No, I don't think so.

Manin took a favourable view.
He wanted to save the bookshop.

It doesn't add up:

why k*ll the banker
who gives you a loan?

Your client
was at Manin's last night.

A cleaner saw her slap him.

Ms Duroy doesn't deny it.

She was expecting a complaint:

that's why I'm here.

Now that he's complained,
we'll file our own complaint.

He hasn't complained.
He was m*rder*d.

It's OK.

So you suspect my client
because of one slap?

You can't be serious?

Were you his mistress?

No, I hardly knew him.

Really?

Your photo's on
the institute's website.

That was the new premises'
opening ceremony.

200 people were at that party.

Élisabeth invited me.

The institute is
in partnership with my shop.

Manin and you look close in that.

David is a charmer.

It's true,
I did flirt a bit to get a loan.

I needed it to save my shop.

The trade-off was excessive.

Meaning?

The loan in exchange for sex.

Charming, eh?

Of course, my client refused.

Yet you went to his house. Why?

Simply to re-discuss
the terms of the loan.

I threatened to expose his blackmail.

He signed the papers right away.

And I left.

Here's
a signed duplicate of the contract.

She had no reason to k*ll him.

I got what I wanted.

But I told his wife anyway.

You'll be out
once your alibi's confirmed.

It'll be fine.

A very determined client.

Manin had no chance against you two.

Too right, the bastard!

- I've got to go.
- See ya.

Adeline, I hope

what happened between Kader and me

won't upset things.

Why should it?

What happened...
was a combination of circumstances.

Never again, OK?

- You two...
- No.

Spare me the remarks about
the chemistry between Kader and me.

I'm totally fine. OK?

If you say so.

See you, then.

Congratulations

for your marriage.

Thank you.

Claudia's been released.

I'll call back. Thanks.

She hosted a book launch last night,

then had dinner with 2 colleagues

till 2am.

All we've got left
is Élisabeth Manin.

Dealing with scandal
isn't easy around there.

Making propositions like that,

I bet Manin wasn't faithful.

Let's dig deeper.

If Manin was unfaithful,
why come back to Lyon

when he could cheat on her in Paris?

Hospital time.

No. She's out tomorrow.
I've called her in.

The hospital is sending her file.

Good.

Very good.

What's "Wonder Woman"
in sign language?

How would you do it?

Whatever!

Help me then.

How do you say...

"Will you have dinner
with me tonight?"

Good evening.

Dinner, want, invite.

Want.

I'll show you.

Good evening.

Er... Eat.

- Eat.
- Well done.

- Want.
- Want.

And invite.

Invite.

Captain Briard.

One moment.

Yes?

Where?

I'm coming.

See you, Cherif.

Calm down!

We spoke on the phone.

See ya!

- Bye, sweetie!
- Hi to your folks!

Hiya, Adeline.

Right. That's enough.

Cheersh for coming.
My folks are streshed right now.

Saving them hassle, eh?

Mum or Dad's place?

No, not home!
They won't let me out till I'm 18!

I just need a few hours!

I'll sober up
before anyone finds out.

You'd rather sober up in a cell?

I don't feel well.
I need to sleep at yours.

OK?

On the sofa or floor.

You'll tell your folks?

- Of course.
- Come on.

Wait!

Sorry, Adeline.

Sorry.

This way.

Thanks... you're cool.

You're such a cool woman.

You're like a concierge!

That could be
the sign name I give you.

I was only waiting.

I'm pleased she's so punctual.

How are you?

- What was your emergency about?
- Nothing.

You want to say something?
Just the case, OK!

Yes.

Doucet found out
why Manin was transferred.

And?

We were right.

4 women in Paris
accused him of sexual harassment.

Head office paid them off.

Know them?

3 bank employees, 1 customer.

We're checking their alibis.

One didn't want her boss

to get off lightly:
she called Élisabeth.

Claudia Duroy wasn't
the first to call Élisabeth.

No.

She ignored Paris: it's far away.

But when it happens nearby,
it's messy.

She got the call before David d*ed.

Élisabeth Manin's medical file.

Anaemia caused her complications.

Her injury was really superficial.

Did she hurt herself
on purpose after k*lling him?

Maybe, yes.

David worked in Paris
for over 10 years.

I never wanted to leave Lyon.

He had his life and I had mine.

And...

When he came back,

we had to learn
to live together again.

Not easy, I bet.

Given the circumstances
of his transfer.

The captain means
the sexual harassment claims.

We know you were told.

You must know that it's hard

to sever links with a man
you've loved for years.

He swore it wouldn't happen again

and I believed him.

Until Claudia Duroy phoned.

A woman you know well here.

You must've been angry.
But you didn't even ring David:

we checked, no calls.

That proves nothing.

My client preferred
to think rather than react.

Which can still end in v*olence.

I got home late that night

and was att*cked right away.

I didn't have time to talk to David.

None of your vital organs
were touched: a miracle.

If you read her file,

you'd know that
my client suffers from hematophobia.

She can't have stabbed David 6 times.

She faints if she sees blood.

That condition is merely a statement.

We can get a medical certificate.

Any doctor will give us one.

Very well, then.

How scared of blood
are you, Mrs Manin?

Excuse me?

Are you crazy?

I warn you, I'll take legal action!

I proved her innocent. Thank me.

Look.

Let's calm down, Pierre.

Don't you think?

I could easily not talk to Deborah.

It'd be hard, but I could.

Sarah would suffer.
You want that?

Of course not.

- If you sleep with Deborah...
- Forewarned is forearmed.

Shake hands.

Excuse me. Your client wants you.

You're still sick, though.

She doesn't know why she fainted.

Forget the jealous wife.

We have the burglary:

her jewellery will turn up.

Talking of jewellery...

Tell me you've got news.

Padovani?

First name?

You're the best.

Jacky Padovani is selling
stolen jewellery

to a high street dealer.

- When?
- In 45 minutes.

I heard you fine:

I'm not the serious,
reassuring man you're after.

I don't pretend to be.

I'm pleased we agree.

But you're wrong:

you were made for
a sparkling, adventurous life.

- With a man who understands that.
- Like you.

Yes, now that you mention it.

OK.

Cherif here.

Yes, Sarah's OK. Why?

My daughter was drunk?

Disturbing the peace.

Absolutely.

It's me who's sorry.

Yes. Absolutely.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

That was Sarah's friend's mum.

Where did Sarah sleep then?

She was at mine.

Sarah was my emergency last night.

She needed to recover
before facing her parents.

She was embarrassed.

Thanks for that.

You're not angry?

With you?

No. I'm touched
my daughter trusts you.

I'm lucky to have you.

Look.

It ain't me!
I did nothing. It's them!

Jacky Padovani.

Yes.

You won't believe me...

Go ahead and try.

It's totally crazy...

What's this?

I'll explain. Don't worry.

These things ain't mine. I found 'em.

You'll have to very convincing.

I understand...

The jewels were stolen,
I've got 'em...

So you're thinkin':
"He's taken them."

I'd think the same thing
if I was you.

He's answering his own questions.

Where were you 2 nights ago?

Where was I 2 nights ago?

I was in jail.

Not jail jail:
I was sobering up in a cell.

I went home the next morning

and saw the bag.

It was in a park,
waiting to be picked up.

So I picked it up.

Who could I return it to?

Was this shoe in the bag?

Yes. That surprised me too!

I thought: "Poor shoe all alone!"

Good for a one-legged man!

OK. OK. Thank you!

Taken at the same time?

Wait there. Thanks.

Back in a moment.

Can we do this later?
My head's throbbing.

How about a drink?

What a good idea.

Here's to my girl
getting drunk for the 1st time!

Seriously, Dad?

- Kader, she'll be sick.
- No she won't.

She's a big girl now. Eh?

I'm sorry. I hardly drank.

I'm not used to it.

And I don't like it.

Smell that.

Why not call us?

I trusted Adeline, but she told you.

No, she didn't.

Go on, we're listening.

You treat me like a kid.
I'm not 4 any more.

- D'you drink to prove that?
- No.

It's not like you, Sarah.

- What about you?
- What?

You've changed.

Don't confuse the issue.

It's true.

What's up?

Well...

I wanted to tell you tomorrow.

Pierre asked me to marry him.

Congratulations, Mum!
I'm so happy!

Is that why you were stressed?
You jealous?

Do I look it?

You never know.

Right. I'll let you rest.

She'll need it.

I need you at the station tomorrow.

We need some help filing.
For 7 or 8 hours.

You're good at that.

Have a seat here.

Our colleagues confirmed

Padovani was in a cell
on the night of the m*rder.

So, a k*ller nicks jewellery
to fake a burglary

and gets rid of it.

Yep.

Why take the slipper?

D'you like fairy tales?

Think you'll find Cinderella
through her glass slipper?

Kind of.

Too cheap
to belong to Élisabeth Manin.

Certainly not her style.

I'm thinking: a young girl,

slim, blonde, 5 foot 3.

Whatever, Sherlock.

And deaf.

Ariane's slipper?

See the stitching?

Needle stitching,

threads hanging off.

Hand-stitched patterns.

She makes her own clothes, right?

Yes.

D'you think she stabbed Manin?

I don't know.

I just wonder why a girl rushes off

barefoot and without her hearing aid?

Don't you?

I don't know.
I can't believe she k*lled him.

Let's visit her.
Saves getting her in.

OK.

Hello.

This is yours, eh?

Hey...

Did something serious
happen with David?

Tell me.

You must tell me.

I want to help you.

"You can't help me at all.

"It's over."

Shall we arrest you
for David Manin's m*rder?

Eh?

"I'm innocent.

"David's the guilty one.

"It was my first time there
without Élisabeth.

"I didn't know him.

"He was arguing with the woman.

"When David... saw me,

"he ordered me to go back upstairs.

"I didn't know what to do.

"So, I obeyed.

"I don't know
how much time went by.

"I carried on cleaning, nervously.

"I prayed time would fly
so I could go home.

"He joined me.
He smelled of alcohol.

"I was powerless.
He pushed me...

"into the bedroom.

"I tried and tried to resist,

"I screamed, I pushed him

"away...

"He..."

Enough. Hey! Hey.

OK?

Manin r*ped her.

She didn't k*ll him.

Ariane's out of hospital.

r*pe confirmed.
She won't press charges.

She doesn't want
to feel like a victim.

There's no proof that

she was in her room
during the m*rder.

Manin was stabbed 6 times

with rage.

Ariane has a motive.

No. Impossible.

She k*lled Manin and
dumped the jewels in a park

the other end of Lyon?
She can't drive!

She was r*ped.

Imagine the state she'd be in.

I can't, but we have to think
unemotionally.

We can't eliminate her altogether.

How about an accomplice?

We need to find out if anyone knew.

Guillaume and she are close.

Yes. She calls him this.

It means "Beacon".
Like a guide, her rock.

If she told anyone, it'd be him.

Did Guillaume

know about the r*pe?

As you're close,
he might've wanted to get revenge

when he found out.

You told him?

Hey!

Tell me, please.

I like you too.

But I can't leave Guillaume
out of this.

I think you told...

No one!

We'll question Guillaume.
He's waiting.

She won't say.

You've zilch on Dulac.

You assume that she told him

and he avenged her.

You must pressure her
to get a confession.

I can't do that.

You have a bond with her. Use it.

She was r*ped.
She's not a criminal.

I want David Manin's m*rder*r
arrested!

We all want that.

Pressure her.

I can't.

We don't choose the culprits

or victims.

I know...

We'll sort it, Jean-Paul.

Everything OK?

I know the statements by heart.
There's nothing in them.

You missed the bin.

OK. I'll sort it.

I'll question Guillaume.

Go and get some fresh air.

Why?

I feel my partner needs a breather.

Yes?

Is Élisabeth Manin from L'Envol here?

- Negative.
- Thanks.

I'll convince her to press charges.

Where is she?

In custody.

She's a m*rder suspect.

- She's innocent.
- I know.

You know it too.

Neighbours saw Élisabeth's car parked

at home on the night of the m*rder.

The car you came here in.

She got a taxi home that night.

You had it, didn't you?

Anyone can use it.
The keys are at our reception.

While we prove it,
Ariane'll stay locked up.

She's shielding you.

She won't say
she told you she was r*ped.

You have a choice, Mr Dulac.

You can clear her.

Ariane never said a word.

She didn't need to, did she?

You must've seen
something was wrong.

We can feel those things, eh?

She was distraught.

She stayed in her room all evening.

She didn't eat with us.

She didn't say a word

when I asked her what was wrong.

I went to David's
to ask for an explanation.

He was alone.

He was drunk.

I realised
when I saw Ariane's slipper.

Despite what you've taught your kids
all these years,

you k*lled him.

The bastard said she seduced him,

that she must be happy.

I imagined him raping her.

There were weapons on the wall.

I don't know what happened.

Dulac confessed to the m*rder.

Ariane didn't lie.
She didn't tell him.

How did you do it?

If you promise to carry on
teaching me sign language,

I may just tell you.

We need to tell Ariane
what Guillaume did.

Thank you.

Is that my sign name?

What does it mean?

Irresistible?

Handsome knight?

Er... Brett Sinclair?

Adeline, wait! Adeline!

"I didn't want to tell Guillaume,

"I didn't want to upset him.

"I just wanted to forget."

I know.

Guillaume wanted to erase
what he did to you.

But it's not so simple.

You'll need help.

I'll be here.

Continue your studies.

Keep it up.

Thinking about her?

- Hi, Dad.
- Hi.

If I may be so bold.

It feels good imagining
you're driving a Rolls-Royce.

D'you get what I'm saying?

Yes,
but what difference does it make?

- Recognise it?
- Of course.

This series is so funny.

Tom's so good in it.

She's totally useless.

Seriously...

Nothing will change.

- Eh?
- When Pierre and Mum marry.

I know.

I'm off to bed.
Night, Dad.

Night, sweetie.

Hang on, Sarah.

What's Adeline's pad like?

Awesome.

If I say,
can we negotiate my punishment?

No.

Forget it then. Night.

Night-night.