02x01 - Rendez-vous mortels

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I hate it when you do that!

You love it!

- There's a body in the fountain.
- I'm sick of your jokes!

- Aren't you running late?
- Actually, I'm early.

Anyway, I'm ready.

Why don't you go and see
your friends rather than text them?

- I'm going. Have a good day.
- Thanks. You too.

Can you shut the door?

As usual.

Sarah!

- Sarah.
- Yes?

- Don't you need this?
- Thanks. See you later.

Kader.

- Are you OK?
- Yes...

For someone whose partner
wants a transfer.

- It's good she told you.
- That's the problem.

Officially, I don't know.

- Hello.
- Kader.

Don't take it personally.
It's nothing to do with you.

Well... it is, Jean-Paul.

I think it's a shame.

Dad!

- Hello, Jean-Paul.
- Not in school?

I'm on my way.

I completely forgot about
my application for college.

Mum signed it last week.

Come on, then. I'll sign it.

- Captain.
- Sharif.

- Hello, Adeline.
- Not in school?

I'm on my way.
I was early.

Putting the past behind you,
Captain?

Just doing some filing.
You should, too.

Did you know that untidy people
are more creative?

You must be highly creative.
I'll get some boxes.

Have you got an envelope,
so it looks better?

- I'll find one.
- Thanks.

Dad? Adeline?

Captain Briard, this is Isabelle,
from personnel.

We need a covering letter
for your transfer request.

What?

A covering letter for your transfer.

We need it by pm tomorrow
at the latest.

There you go!

- Here.
- Thanks.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

- Captain?
- Yes.

We've got a problem.

There's a body
in the Terreaux fountain.

What are you waiting for?
Off you go.

We're on our way.

Go on, say it.
You're dying to.

No.

I liked The Big Blue as well!

Are you getting coffee?

CAPTAIN SHARIF

FATAL ENCOUNTERS

Please stop sweeping.
This is a crime scene.

- Hello.
- Captain.

The swimmer is Philippe Cassini,

, rich industrialist,

CEO of Colbert.

That's a homeopathic
healthcare company.

My mother has lots of their products.

They're a great placebo.

Maybe plants could help you.

I fell in some stinging nettles once.

Captain.

You look lovely as ever.

- I'd give you flowers.
- Aconites?

She's good.
See the traces of purple?

It's poisoning.

By aconite?

It's not sold in France,

but you can get it on the Internet.

More than mg

leads to paralysis of respiratory
muscles within to minutes.

- Time of death?
- Between pm and am.

I'll know more after the autopsy.

How tall is he?

Between . and . -and-a-half.

It's experience that counts.

How many men that tall
wear heels?

He must have had a complex

brought on by tall women.

Either the victim's wife
is taller than . metres,

or he's a dancer.

- Latin dance, to be precise.
- Maybe.

Dejax, what's that?

I don't know, it isn't blood.

I need to borrow this.
Thank you.

I know better spots to go fishing.

It must belong to the victim.

That's what rubbed on to his sleeve.

His last dance was fatal.

The unhappiest are those left behind,

not those who leave.

Is that a way of saying
we're going to tell the widow?

That's it.

Let's go.

We're very sorry, Mrs Cassini.

Please call me Anne.

Weren't you concerned
when he didn't come home?

Yes. He always calls
when he's staying in the office,

but he didn't.

I slept badly,

as if I knew
something was wrong.

Did he often sleep in the office?

Once or twice a week.

My father spent nearly
every night at work.

He was the founder.
Philippe was just the CEO.

Please come through.

I feel lost...

The aconite,
the poison used on your husband,

could it have come
from your company?

Our storage is secure.

No-one can get in unnoticed.

Do you think an employee
k*lled my husband?

Not necessarily.

We're trying to find
the source of the poison.

Excuse me, Mrs Cassini.

I didn't sleep.

Your husband was found
in place des Terreaux.

Your offices
are on the other side of town.

- What was he doing there?
- I don't know.

His chauffeur resigned last week,
and he hasn't been replaced.

- Do you know why he left?
- No.

I don't deal with such things.

Excuse me, Mrs Cassini.

Where were you last night?

At a charity gala,

organised by Colbert.

The money raised
goes to fund various charities.

Your husband didn't attend?

My husband never liked
such occasions.

As chairman of the board,
I had to be there.

- Mrs Cassini...
- Anne.

He was wearing dance shoes.
Do you know why?

Are you sure?

It wasn't his thing.

Did this belong to your husband?

No.

Can I see the body?

There's still a chance
it's not him.

The widow is guilty.

I'm sure of it.

She hates being called
by her husband's name.

She uses her maiden name.

You think she's guilty because
she wants to keep her identity?

This is the st century, Sharif.

And her father's company
has her name: Colbert.

I know. But I yawned twice,
and she didn't.

Luther, season , episode .

He yawns, but not the suspect
he's questioning.

That's how he knows she's guilty.

A yawn is infectious.

You know the saying:
One yawn...

- Leads to more. So?
- You yawned.

Anne Cassini slept poorly
and didn't yawn.

That woman is in control.

She's not devastated
by her husband's death.

Sometimes his intuitions are good.

But you'll need more than a yawn.

If you don't mind,

I prefer to use the methods
taught at police college,

and I've found something.

This is from the Milonga website.
Recognise anything?

The logo.
It's the same as the bracelet.

That's how I found it.

They organise dance classes
in rue Plâtre.

- Close to Terreaux.
- Philippe Cassini went yesterday.

There was a tango night.

Sleeping in the office
I can understand,

but going dancing
while his wife is at a charity gala

doesn't sound like
the ideal husband.

- Anything on his mobile?
- Nothing.

His phone
was configured to delete everything:

history, SMS, e-mails...
Nothing in the memory.

He valued his privacy.

Shall we go to the dance class,

see if he was leading a double life?

He must have used the classes
to meet his mistress.

If you say so.

You'd know all about
leading a double life.

What are you getting at?

My partner has forgotten
to mention her transfer request.

That?

I haven't received a call
from personnel,

nothing's certain.

Well, I feel wronged.

Or rather: betrayed.

I thought we made a good team,

despite your obsession with filing,
following procedure

and contradicting me.

You want me to stay?

Partners should be honest
with each other.

Fine.
What if I say that for me,

the desire to stay
is linked to the right to leave?

Say that again.

Never mind.

I've had one partner leave
because I put her in the shade.

Sorry?
I don't see how someone

who confuses his personal
and professional lives

and quotes old TV shows
can put me in the shade.

I thought transfer requests
were personal.

It seems I'm wrong.

Shall we go?
I'd hate to be unprofessional.

I never said...
We have our own ways of working.

Yes, we do.

What if we both follow our methods?

Procedure versus instinct.

- Is that a challenge?
- Yes.

What's the wager?

- If I win, you stay.
- That's it?

You are so cocky.

Fine. If I win,
until the time I leave,

you have to get rid of
your posters

and the cars on your desk.

And no more making mint tea
for witnesses.

That's a bit much.

But it's a deal.

Check out the dancing
and the double life.

I'll take the chauffeur
and the widow.

- Fine.
- OK.

Drop me off?

I couldn't ask you to travel
in an unauthorised vehicle.

That's it.

Follow the music. The music!

That's it.

No, Christine. Hold on.

That's it.

Carry on.

Hello. Are you here to enrol?

Captain Briard.
Were you at the tango evening?

Yes. I'm Lucia, the dance teacher.

How can I help?

- Is this one of your bracelets?
- Yes. We use them.

It shows the level
of your dance partner.

Was Philippe Cassini here last night?

- It was very full.
- Take a look.

Yes, he was here. Why?

He's been m*rder*d.

sh*t...

- I should have called the police.
- Why?

That's it, children.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Thank you.

He had an argument with a man
last night.

He didn't want me to get involved.
They went outside.

- Did you see what happened?
- They were in the entrance.

They seemed to come
to an agreement.

What was the other man like?

Black, tall, going grey.

, maybe a bit older.

Mr Carrieux, you were
Mr Cassini's chauffeur?

When did you last see him?

Last night.

I should never have got angry
with Mr Cassini.

You resign and you're unhappy.

I never resigned.

That's what he told his wife.

He fired me

after years of loyal service.

That would make you angry.

Why would he say you resigned?

He thought I wanted to sleep
with his wife. It's nonsense.

I told him that yesterday.

Not the ideal place
for a discussion.

That's where Cassini
is the most relaxed.

- The power of dance.
- No...

He had no rhythm.

It was an opportunity
for meeting women.

- Escorts?
- No. Married women.

Beautiful women.

That's why the ladies came, too.

And last night?

A woman came into sight,

he looked at her,
and suddenly decided

my sacking was unjust
and promised me compensation.

Did they leave together?

What was the woman like?

A lovely figure,
wearing a sort of scarf.

I didn't pay attention.

Since he already thought
I was after his wife...

Captain Briard...

Imagine my surprise:
I come to collect a recording,

and what do I find?

It's been given
to my future former colleague.

Get used to it, Sharif.

What? Your leaving?

My being quickest.

Here's Cassini
and his former chauffeur.

They soon part.

And in the beret and scarf,
our mystery women.

Champagne and two glasses.
Can you rewind it?

- We only see her from behind.
- There.

Zoom in.

Thank you.

The bracelet looks like
the one worn by the victim.

So our scarf-wearing k*ller
attends Milonga events.

Briard: .
Sharif: .

That confirms my dance theory.

Not in my view.

I contacted the organisers,
Michel and Marie Dujol.

They won't be long.

I haven't finished.

They're not just dance evenings.

Meaning?

For some,

the tango is an alibi for
extra-marital relationships.

How do you tell the difference
between the dancers and the others?

The bracelets.

Well done.

Sarah!

Sarah wanted to talk to me.

I'll be right with you.

Hi, Sarah.

Captain Briard?
Isabelle, from personnel.

We spoke earlier.

Earlier?

This morning. We need
your covering letter urgently

because the move will take place
before the end of the month.

- What time did you call?
- Around . Why?

Captain Briard?

Are you still there?

Yes. You'll have my letter today.

I'm worried you won't take it well.

- Is your mother pregnant?
- Why would you say that?

I don't know.

You were upset when your mother
and Clément moved in together.

So, is it a baby?

It's not that.

I think you spend
too much time at work.

You should go out,
meet someone.

What do you think, Dad?

You're right. Now is the time
to meet someone.

Give your mother a kiss from me.

Marie Dujol?

- Yes.
- I love tango. Captain Sharif.

You asked me to come in.
I'm meeting my husband here.

- I must be early.
- Bang on time.

Tea or coffee?

I live right here.
We'd be more comfortable.

- Coming?
- OK.

This tea is delicious.
My mother taught me to make it.

Your mother has many talents.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

You're welcome.

- Sit down, Mr Dujol.
- Thank you.

Where's your wife?

I don't know. She left before me,
she should be here.

- We'll start without her.
- OK.

Congratulations, you've managed
to make the useful fun.

Yes, our evenings are a success.

They'd be even better if you
would come dancing, Lieutenant.

Captain.

Sorry.

You and your wife
organise dance evenings,

but you also have
another business, The Five Senses.

The whole programme.

It's just a meeting site
for adults, nothing illegal.

When I realised our evenings
led to such meetings,

I organised things.

- Are you married, Captain?
- Divorced.

Silly woman!

Tell me,

who had the idea of mixing
dance and extramarital affairs?

My husband.

He has lots of good ideas.

And I know lots of people.

Like the Cassinis?

He's from a modest background,
while she...

Heir to a company soon to be listed.

Our parents are cousins,
but Anne and I are not friends.

She's so traditional:
fidelity, what will people say...

It all means so much to her.

Cassini was k*lled when he left.

We think one of your clients
is involved.

I'll need a list of your members.

I'd like to be able to help,
but there is no list.

Our success relies
on complete anonymity.

You have no record of payments?

Subscription is handled
by Ticketfirst.

It's paid in cash at newsagent's.

% anonymity guaranteed.

Did Anne Cassini

know about her husband?

Yes. She came to see me
a month ago,

to ask me to stop
her husband attending.

And what did

your wife say?

That Philippe was a big boy.

Anne wasn't happy.

She's not used to hearing "no".

Captain,

I hope
I can count on your discretion.

Philippe's death comes just after
the su1c1de of Yves Marquet,

another member.

You know Yves Marquet's name?

I thought it was anonymous.

I didn't know it, until I saw
his photo in the paper.

We wouldn't want such publicity.

- Creates the wrong impression.
- Quite.

Cheating kills.

A little of what you fancy
does you good,

Captain...

Isn't Milonga
the place where you dance the tango

and a translation for "cheating"?

La vida es una milonga.

- Do you speak Spanish, Captain?
- No, I'm investigating a m*rder.

Using the bracelets is ingenious.

Thank you.

I'd be delighted to give you one.

Your husband's interview
should be over.

May I see you to the door?

From your place to the station?

Isn't it usually the other way round?

After you...

It's not enough
to take people to your place?

You steal my witnesses?

A wager's a wager.

Anne Cassini knew about
her husband's infidelity.

You weren't wrong.

You mean I was right?

Plus the family business
had lost money

because of Philippe's investments,

that gives the widow a motive.

I did do some work.

Wasn't she at her charity gala?

There were people there.

She could have slipped out
to k*ll her husband.

She knows how to use aconite

and can get hold of it.

One all...

Sit down.

Maître Atlan...

Are you the only female lawyer
in Lyon?

- May I?
- Thank you.

- Did she send the application?
- Yes.

Right.

What has my client done?

She forgot to tell us
about her husband's infidelity.

- I've nothing to say.
- It wasn't a secret.

- People must have talked.
- Gossip, or jealousy...

It still tarnishes your name
and the business.

"Colbert family troubled
by faithless son-in-law."

It'd make front page.

Please confine your questions
to Philippe Cassini's death.

You asked Dujol to stop your husband
attending the evenings.

My husband had responsibilities.

It was a distraction.

Hold on. You're not accusing
a woman of m*rder

for having tried to prevent
her husband cheating?

Of course not.

No, no.

We would like a detailed
account of your time,

and a list of the people
you spoke to at the gala.

That's easy.

You know that I am involved
with charity organisations?

Pierre and I were invited
to the Colbert gala,

the top table,

and Anne Cassini was with us
the entire evening.

Transfer request

Very clever,
but have you thought

she might have paid someone
to k*ll him

and be using you as an alibi?

You don't k*ll a man
because he cheats

or annoys you.
- Really?

It's easier to divorce.

Did you never think of k*lling me
and making it look like su1c1de?

Lots of times.
But you're still here.

If you do it, don't use aconite.

Use sleeping pills.

Very funny.

"Aconite"...

Bye, Déborah.

Dejax, can you take a look...

Cassini case
Briard - Sharif

- Keeping points?
- Sharif's mad idea.

Kader isn't always easy
to live with,

I can't say otherwise,

but he's a good person.

- Sarah told you?
- She's worried about him.

Think hard before you decide,
because...

The grass isn't always greener?

Not always.

I thought there was some chemistry
between you.

I must've been wrong.

- Dejax, did you find it?
- I've no time to eat.

Why did you think of Marquet?

He was in the same club
as Philippe Cassini.

- deaths in weeks.
- That's what I thought.

Yves Marquet, years old,
found dead in his car,

wrapped around a tree.

The inquest proved it was su1c1de,

due to the toxicology report.
Page , bottom right.

He used a triple cocktail:
belladona, datura and...

Aconite, like Philippe Cassini.

Aconite and tango...

Taking a break?

- Do you like tango?
- Why?

We were wrong about Anne Cassini.

Sorry? We were wrong?
I'll take a point off.

No, I'm winning.

Sharif: , Briard: .

- You've made a wager?
- A small one.

You never let me play!

OK...

Yves Marquet, married, specialises
in high-end properties.

All was going well
until the crisis in .

After some risky investments,
he made redundant.

He even lost his house.

Which made su1c1de plausible,
but we think they were both k*lled.

By the same person.
Someone who goes dancing.

Marquet was also coming home
from a dance evening,

when he d*ed.

Very well. Find out if the men
knew each other.

They might not have been
chosen by chance.

Yves never got over
going bankrupt.

And Théo's birth
made things even harder.

What do you mean?

Our son is autistic.

He needs constant attention.

Yves felt guilty.

He didn't think he was
a good enough father.

He tried to be there,
but with the problems at work...

My husband didn't talk much.

He kept things inside.

With the money problems,
the situation became impossible.

I took Théo to my mother's

to give Yves a break.

The police called
to say he'd committed su1c1de.

Did your husband
know Philippe Cassini,

the CEO of Colbert?

I don't think so.

Have you heard of The Five Senses?

I don't understand.

My husband k*lled himself.
What is this about?

We think he was k*lled.

Who would want to k*ll Yves?

This question is a little delicate,

but did your husband
have a mistress?

No...

I don't think so, no...

Are you serious?

Yes, sadly.

We need to take
your husband's things.

It's all in boxes.

We're moving away
to live with my mother.

They're my only family.

Mum... Mum!

Excuse me. Coming!

All right, darling?

- Here.
- Thanks.

Marquet followed the advice strictly:

his computer is empty.
History, cookies: nothing.

How are we going to find
the woman they both met?

Send it to technical services.

They'll find the deleted information,
in about a week.

Do you want another coffee
while you wait for the results?

- Got a better idea?
- Obviously.

I thought you'd never ask.
Come on...

Miami Vice,
season , episode :

Sonny Crocket joins a dating club
to catch a k*ller.

What shall I put?

Handsome, devastating smile,

attractive, mysterious,

enjoys close, sensual contact.

It's fantasy, Sharif.

You need a pseudonym.

I'm torn between James West
and Simon Templar.

Let's put...

Kader Sharif?

It's very me.

Password...

Captain Briard.

Their entries are graded from to .

How will we find
Marquet and Cassini's pseudonyms?

Easy!

We'll see if the same person
posted a message

before the deaths of Marquet
and Cassini.

There, "Aphrodite",
three weeks ago.

She gives out of
to "Marquis de Sade", calling him

"impotent idiot".

Aphrodite left another comment
last night:

out of for Dr Love.

"Very keen.
Why did you go so quickly?"

I think we've found
our serial poisoner.

She's online.

Let me handle it.

What will...?

So...

"Just joined the site,

"I'd like to enjoy the pleasures
of the Five Senses

"in your company."

Sent.

- You really sent it?
- Yes.

Have you seen how she's described?
"Man eater"!

How touching.

She's replied.

She wants to meet up tonight.

She has a bag
in the shape of a heart.

A bit kitsch.

- I'm coming with you.
- No!

Given your professional air,

Aphrodite will see
you're with the police.

And I need to get used
to working alone.

And we've only one bracelet.

I'll tell you all about it.

Have a nice evening, Captain.

That's good, that's good...

Hello?

Mr Dujol?
Captain Briard.

Hello, Captain.

I need a bracelet, for this evening.

A sudden passion for dance?

- Still a m*rder investigation.
- Of course...

A bracelet will be waiting.
What about a pseudonym?

Calamity Jane.

I might have guessed. I hope
you meet some interesting people.

I intend to.

- No bracelet for me?
- No need.

You're here to protect me,
so stay close.

I must be dreaming.

You looking sublime,
me not bad either,

together.
Pinch me, I'm dreaming.

- Ow!
- Serves you right.

Are you into sadomasochism?

Good evening, Captain!

You are... sumptuous!

And accompanied.

I presume Cassini and Marquet
had their regulars.

Yes. Yves always left alone,
which I found strange.

As for Philippe,

let's say he was very eclectic
in his choices.

And Aphrodite?
Where is she?

Either she's not yet here,

or she's already left
with her partner.

Forget the investigation, Captain.
Have some fun!

You know,
you might find it enjoyable...

Excuse me.

We need to find Sharif.

He's here?
He could have accompanied you!

I prefer to give him free rein

and keep an eye on him.

- You promised me a dance.
- Did I?

I see you're not alone.

You get them all!

We're looking for a woman
with a heart-shaped handbag.

If you see her, tell me.

- OK.
- Thanks.

Which article in the procedure
authorises

bringing our pathologist
to a libertine party?

The same one which allows
subscribing to a dating site

for work purposes.

- You'll do anything to win.
- Not at all.

We're investigating a double m*rder.

Nice uniform.

Admit you were worried
I'd be the third victim.

It's not personal.

If you get hurt,

they'd cancel my transfer request.

Sharif...

about my transfer request...

Don't ruin it, Adeline.
Not now.

It's my phone.

Sorry. I realise
it can be disturbing.

- Yes, Dejax?
- Your k*ller has arrived.

Yes. I'm at o'clock. o'clock.

Work doesn't wait.

- Cover me?
- Yes.

Wow! You weren't lying
in your description.

And to think I might
have let you get away.

- Is it your first time here?
- Yes.

Yes.
Or I'd have already spotted you.

Aphrodite...

What is the name
behind the pseudonym?

- You can't ask that.
- Sorry.

- Fancy a game?
- You can say that again.

Anything in mind?

Handcuffs.

I love handcuffs.

I can be your prisoner.

Put them on.

"Aphrodite"...

Or rather:
Béatrice Duplessis.

"Sent to a mental hospital
for attempted m*rder."

That woman is ice and fire.

Shall we question her
and do the search later?

I never imagined you were
such a talented dancer.

I could say the same about you.

I do my best.

Shall we?

Sharif, just a second...

You were right about the transfer.

I should have told you.
We are partners.

When I said

I needed to know
that I could leave,

it was only partly true.

- You don't have to explain.
- I do.

Leaving Paris
was very hard for me.

My brother's death, the pressure
from my father to stay...

I understand.

I'm not sure
I'm ready to settle.

You can't keep me here!
I'll file a complaint!

I think she's ready.

I hope we'll have the chance
to dance again.

Hello!

I want my lawyer.

You'll all regret this.

Especially you.

We didn't introduce ourselves.
Captain Sharif and Captain Briard.

We're investigating the murders
of Philippe Cassini and Yves Marquet.

Or Dr Love and Marquis de Sade,
if you prefer.

Remember them?

- I loved putting them on.
- I hope so.

What concerns you?

An independent, single woman
having a good time?

When it's a woman
who stabbed her lover,

I want to know more.

He promised he'd leave his wife,
and he didn't.

Apart from when people lie to me,
I'm harmless.

- Cassini and Marquet lied to you.
- And you k*lled them.

I wasn't involved...

Tell me what night they d*ed,
I'll tell you who I slept with.

I never go home alone
after Milonga parties.

- Last night.
- Last night?

Last night, I went home
with valiant Roland.

Except that first,
you poisoned Philippe Cassini.

What did he promise?
Marriage?

You wouldn't look
for a husband there.

The contract is quite clear:

it's a one-night stand...

It's a form of therapy.
What does your shrink say?

What about yours?

Looking at your comments,
it doesn't always go well.

- Yves Marquet, for example...
- Him?

What an idiot.

He only liked men.

- He was h*m*?
- That's the word for it.

Ask the others,
if you don't believe me.

He was into this one guy...

What was his pseudonym?

He didn't have one.

He came with his wife
and used his real name.

If Aphrodite is telling the truth,

Marquet wasn't there
to cheat on his wife.

So what was he doing?

The man he met was a banker.

Yves was bankrupt.

He was looking for someone
to bail him out.

Yes?

Great. Thanks a lot.

They've recovered Yves Marquet's
deleted e-mails.

They've sent them to me.
I'll print them.

Things weren't good between Linda
and Yves. They were separating.

She wanted to send their son
to a school in Belgium.

Yves said it was too expensive.

There are insults and threats.

All that mattered to him
was getting back on his feet.

Not the dedicated dad
described by the widow.

Captain.

Isn't that Théo?

- Madam...
- Hello.

We're looking for Linda Marquet.
Is that Théo?

Is his mother here?

No. I look after him on Tuesdays.

He's very fragile. Apart from
his parents and grandmother,

I'm the only person
Théo likes.

It gives Linda a break.

Every Tuesday? I thought
she was always with him.

Almost always.

She goes to a writing workshop
on Tuesdays.

Do you know the name?

Write and Say.

Write and Say. They help people
who can't read or write.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Been doing charity work?

We know someone who does.

Did the Colbert gala
support such associations?

It was on the invitation
Anne Cassini left.

The victims go to the same parties,
the wives do charity work...

The victims didn't know each other,
their wives did.

And neither told us.

Linda Marquet

and Anne Cassini.

The association is financed
by her company.

That shows
they knew each other.

They had motives
for k*lling their husbands.

Cassini was cheating,
and destroying the family business.

Yves Marquet thought

his son was halting his career.

- They were both poisoned.
- Fine.

But they have solid alibis.

For the death of their own husbands.

The -million dollar question is:

what were they doing the night
of the other victim's death?

Return of the Saint, episode .

I'd have said
Strangers on a Train,

but it's the same result.

They swapped murders.

Where were you on the night of...

I was at my mother's
when my husband d*ed.

You can call her.

The neighbours will confirm it.

I'm not talking about the night
your husband d*ed...

but the day before yesterday.

The night Philippe Cassini
was poisoned.

I was at home,

with my son.

Really?

The neighbour said
she looked after your son that night.

According to her,
your car broke down

and you got home
in the middle of the night.

Linda, you're not
a professional criminal.

You think you can keep this up?

OK. Mrs Marquet,
I'm placing you in custody.

You have the right to see
a lawyer, I recommend you do.

Your husband wasn't cheating.

He was trying to meet people
who could help him financially.

It was his way of dealing
with your son's autism.

Anne knew.

She used your doubt
and your sadness

to persuade you to commit m*rder.

What did she promise in return?

A place in a specialist centre
for Théo.

Every year counts with my son.

He would have had access
to a new therapy.

She gave me the poison
to k*ll her husband.

She said you'd never
link the two of us.

My client has a very busy schedule...

Don't worry.

She'll be less busy
for the next years.

What was your client doing
the night of Yves Marquet's death?

I don't suppose you have dinner
together every night.

Yves Marquet?

Who's that?

You'll find out.

Come with me.

You used me.
I told them everything.

It's her word against mine.
You have no proof.

Is that your defence?

Take her away.

You're a monster.

Linda told us

how you approached her,
at the writing workshop.

She thought it was chance,
and the start of a friendship.

But it was all planned, wasn't it?

Choosing the Marquets,
going to the workshops,

sacking the chauffeur...

Well done.

We have permission
to search your premises

to prove you stole the poison.

Knowing you,
proof will be hard to find,

but your plan has a weak point:

you.

Media coverage of a search
on the eve of a stock-market listing,

that would make you think.

I'm sure you'd prefer
to settle this discreetly.

Without damaging the family name.

I'd like to speak to my client.

Of course.

- So, who's the best?
- Can you give it a rest?

We can call it a draw.

But I was right, wasn't I?

I thought Linda Marquet
k*lled Cassini.

And you're a bad loser...

We don't agree on anything.

That's not true.

We do.

I love spaghetti bolognese,
so do you.

I read from left to right,
like you.

And as for sex...

I love it too.

I think I've heard
that somewhere before.

I doubt it.

OK.

Moonlighting, season , episode .

I'll tell the prosecutor
they both signed confessions.

- What about Linda's son?
- He's got a place at the school.

- His grandmother can look after him.
- Good.

It was good teamwork.

Well done.

I'm not the only one who thinks that.

Let me guess: your daughter,
mother or ex-wife?

Hello, Mum.

Am I disturbing you as always?

No, you never disturb me.

It was part of an investigation.

An investigation into married women?

Can you see me using
a dating site for married women?

- This is not good.
- I love only you.

- You know those meatballs you make?
- Meatballs?

Only you make them like that.

- You need to find a woman.
- I have to go.

- As usual.
- Bye.

Bye, Son.

Transfer request

So, you're staying?

Admit it,
you can't live without me.

Don't you remember?

You're not my type.
Not at all.

Captain Sharif, season , episode .