02x02 - Pressions

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Lionel, go and water the plants.
I need to wash the floor. Here.

Mum, come and see.

- What now?
- Corinne's asleep.

Corinne?

Corinne?

Corinne, are you OK?

You've come with me
three times this week. Cool.

I'll get you a coffee.

- Hi, Adeline.
- Sarah.

This is the start
of a great cop dynasty.

A bit young, isn't she?

How old were you
when you decided?

- I always wanted to do this.
- You see?

Yes, Stéphanie?

We're at the P ,
the truck stop in Corbas.

A woman's been k*lled. Probable
strangulation. Her mouth

is taped up.
- On our way.

OK.

That's what I should do
to my wife.

- To stop her eating?
- No. Talking.

She's a real chatterbox.
She says...

Shut it!

CAPTAIN SHARIF

Pressure

Captain?

The victim is Corinne Müller.

. The boss's wife.
Married,

no children.
She worked here.

Well liked by the truckers.

- "Well liked"...
- Not in that way.

She was the truckers' Madonna.

Her husband was out
buying provisions.

- Will you tell him?
- Sure.

OK.
Strangulation between and am.

See the tape on her mouth?
No trace of saliva.

It was put on post mortem.

- It wasn't to stop her yelling?
- No.

- No wedding ring.
- Did she struggle?

Yes, she defended herself nicely.

She has freckles, like you.
Pretty.

- You'll end up in jail.
- I saw it on TV.

The serial k*ller was
the pathologist. A great episode...

The marks on the body
have been there for a while.

The bruises have faded to grey.

Others are older.

I found others on her back
and torso.

- They look like punches.
- Marital v*olence.

- So her husband k*lled her?
- Probably.

I found this.

It may be linked.

Did you notice the grooves?

The k*ller may have dragged her here.

And left her in plain view?

Stéphanie?
See if she had a car

in her name.
- OK.

Is tape on the mouth common?

Not really.

A message that she said too much?

Check if there have been
any others.

I will, but I doubt it.

She was a good boss.

I'm raising my son alone.

Corinne let me bring him here.
She liked him a lot.

Did you see anything unusual
this morning?

No.

I started in the back room at am.

You can't see from there,
and I had the vacuum on.

I started cleaning.

Corinne always arrives around .

- Did she have a car?
- No.

She can't drive.

Mr Müller, her husband,
gave her money for the bus.

Very nice of him.

That's how they were.

She relied on him.
She never had any money on her.

Tell me,

which one is Mr Müller?

None of them.
They're all truck drivers.

Did she get on with the customers?

They all loved her.
She had a kind word for everyone.

They were all regulars.

Truckers who stopped here
every day.

It'll come as a shock.

Tell me,

were they not getting on?

She had no wedding ring.

Photos of everyone but her husband.

You won't tell anyone?

I swear I never hit my wife!

We believe you, Mr Müller.
But surely,

you must have been worried
when you saw the bruises.

What did she say about them?

Once,

I was tired...

Maybe I slapped her.

Of course.
A slap and an apology.

Maybe a declaration of love,
some tears and another slap.

But she stays.

- She thinks you'll change.
- I adored her.

Didn't stop you being violent.

It always ends in the morgue.
I adore you, too!

I hit her.

But I regret it.

I didn't k*ll her, I swear.

I was at the market.

Lots of people saw me there.

I've never seen that photo.

- Were these Corinne's keys?
- They're not mine.

And not Corinne's either.

- She couldn't drive.
- Yes, she could.

We found an e-mail
from the prefecture on her PC,

inviting her to collect her licence.

Your wife was becoming independent.

You couldn't stand it.

If you loved her,

you must help us.

She lied

about what she was doing,
where she was going.

I know. I know...

I have a problem.

We were trying to sort it out.

We even went to a shrink.

All right, Captain?

- Why wouldn't I be?
- I don't know.

You gave him a hard time.

I spent years in Family Affairs.

According to her search history,
Corinne had a bank account,

with only three deposits:
, , , and , euros.

Those are big tips for truck drivers.

Hand in the till?

Her husband would have noticed.

Where did she get , euros?

I have what you wanted.

Mr Müller was at the market.
We have his till receipts.

The first at .
and the second at . .

- Thanks, Stéphanie.
- It's a pleasure.

He couldn't do the trip,

k*ll his wife
and drop off the body.

This photo

was taken with a telephoto lens,

, m or thereabouts.

A secret admirer?

She must have removed it.
Perhaps she knew who took it.

Or she told the shrink.

A shrink?

I've always wanted to call one.
I'll do it.

Finally a wise decision.

- I'll tell Doucet to release Müller.
- OK.

A shrink for couples.
Exactly what we need.

I'm on my lunch break,
but since it's an emergency...

How can I help?

We're in an impasse.
It's her fault.

She can't let herself go.

We're with the police.
We work together.

Working together is stimulating,
but it can also be wearing.

In our case, it's more...

stimulating.
- Wearing.

My advice

is to be wary of what messages
you send to your partner.

A relationship is a masterpiece
to be protected from danger.

- How long have you been...
- A few months.

It's our anniversary soon.

When she's stressed,
she doesn't talk.

We're investigating a m*rder.

Work-related pressure.

Yes.

Enough. One of your patients
is dead. Corinne Müller.

Corinne?

That's horrible.

We suspect her husband.
We'd like to know more.

She wanted to leave him.
He was violent.

He said he couldn't live without her.
He tried everything,

including agreeing to therapy.

He came only once,
but it was for her.

But she came back, right?

You called her Corinne.
Therefore she came back.

Yes.

We continued the therapy.

I saw her or times
without her husband.

She came yesterday, around .

- Was it an emergency?
- No, it was scheduled.

More recently, she no longer
wanted to save her marriage.

She wanted to leave him.

Did she mention a man
who took her photo?

No, but she mentioned a man
who was bothering her.

- She sent him packing.
- Who?

A trucker.

Luc something.

Luc Damien?

Yes, that's it.

He was a regular.
He's on the list.

Luc Damien?

Captains Briard and Sharif.
It's about Corinne's death.

I heard about it on the CB.
It's really sad.

- When did you last see her?
- Yesterday morning.

Were you close?

I ate at the restaurant
when I was in the area.

It's empty.
Want to see my paperwork?

She was a good cook.

And a good listener,
not like the others.

So you called her every day?

Is that illegal?

She clearly wasn't happy
with her guy, so...

I thought we could get together,
but no.

What's he doing?

Where's he going?

Where are you going?

You've no right! Hey!

Don't make me angry.
You may regret it.

According to your GPS,

at . you stopped for an hour
at a service station.

Why?

Why?
I was knackered, that's why.

So early?

That's when Corinne was k*lled.

That makes a noise.
Captain, take a look.

You wanted to show me
photos of bimbos?

Adeline, come on.

You've no right to do this.

It's my home, it's private.
Know what that means?

- Yes, I do.
- I have to go. I'm late.

Got the photo from the bin?

Look.

It fits.

We've found our mystery photographer
and his entire collection.

He'll be later than he thought.

I've done nothing wrong.

I work like a dog, get it?

OK, I like to take Corinne's photo.
Where's the harm?

The harm?

It's gonna be a long day.

Not many people have a phobia
about slamming doors

or bunches of keys.

It's rare, isn't it?

Except if you've been in prison.

That happens occasionally.

- I've no record.
- You're French, born in Brussels.

We called a few of
our Belgian colleagues.

Your prints are known there.

At , you were jailed for r*pe
in Brussels.

years after you were freed,
you acquired French nationality.

You falsified your application.

Your record's wiped clean.

I was the victim of an injustice.

Ancient history.
Jailed without proof.

- She gave consent, believe...
- Stop!

Do not tell me she gave consent.
Just don't.

Find something else.

Seriously.

With my body, d'you think
I need to r*pe anyone?

I have all the chicks I want.

That's not much better.

You didn't have Corinne Müller.

Corinne was a little lost.

Her marriage is failing,
she wants to leave

and you're there.

Only she sees her photo in the cab.

And she doesn't like it.

She removes the photo
and tells you

that it won't be possible.

It annoys you that she resists
a cute guy like you.

You don't understand.
Not at all.

Müller was going to k*ll her.
She needed me!

What's this key?

The key to her car.

What car?

My sister sold it to her.

Her husband mustn't have known.

Registration number.

QCS .

I drove it for a month.

It's been years,

when you work it out.

- years is good.
- Yes, it is.

Hi.

Hello, Captain.

- Fancy a special mission?
- Of course.

She can't.
We have work to do.

- Was there a call?
- There will be.

At some point...

Find the victim's car.
We have the registration number.

Her husband took her
to the bus station.

Maybe she parked near a bus stop.

Here's the list.

Fine.

We'll take care of it.

Thanks.

It's the back of beyond!

Put your seatbelt on.

She had a driving licence,
a car bought on the quiet

and a bank account.

She was all set to leave.

It takes discipline to hide it all
from your husband.

Now that I think of it,

I don't know much about you,
Captain.

That's true.
But we're not married.

Ah, yes, that's true.

Our shrink would say it's better
to share than to hide things.

Really?

What about your inability
to separate work and private life?

A pastry?

I think she'd recommend
years of analysis.

years? That's a lot.

I'll start right now.

No more mixing work
with private life.

Talking of my private life,
here it comes.

I can't do it, Sarah.
Even for you.

- Do you understand?
- No-one will know.

Is he trying to pick her up?

Maybe that's why
she's been coming to work with me.

He's old enough to be her father!

One of your qualities
is you never exaggerate.

We'll see about that.

- Sharif.
- It's Stéphanie.

We have the car.
We'll be back in half an hour.

Good.

They found the car.

A bit more.

Keep going.

Stop. That's it.

We tried the bus stops.
It was the third one.

Well done.

Community Support Officer
Julien Delcourt, what's he like?

Rather cute. Why?

No reason.

Looks like she was ready to go.

What's that notebook?

I don't know.
It makes no sense.

Car registrations, times...

That's the route to Lyon
via Vaulx-en-Velin.

It was stuck in the seat.

- It's a heavy pen.
- Show me.

It's a microphone.
Someone was being watched.

Paranoia.
There are plots everywhere.

There are nutters everywhere.

She's dead.
She was right to be paranoid.

Well, if you look at it that way...

When they're together,
they have to...

- A phone's vibrating.
- What?

- Answer it.
- No. We need to know whose it is.

It's Harry.
Have you forgotten our meeting?

Can I see you?

- Yes, at the usual place.
- It's difficult.

- Somewhere closer?
- OK. minutes, place Sathonay.

It wasn't hard.

You're quite good
when you want to be.

"Harry. Incoming, outgoing."
All calls are to Harry.

Same for the texts.
The last one came this morning:

"We have to talk."

One minute later:
"Call me back."

He was in a hurry.

Which one do you think it is?

The one with greying hair?

The cute guy
with the pony tail.

You think he's cute?

I think it's the bearded guy.
No?

I'll call him.

Yes, Corinne. Corinne?

Corinne, can you hear me?

Hey, Corinne.

Police, get out.

Are you mad? Customs!

Calm down. Customs.

Customs?

Paul Achard.
I'm working.

So are we, Harry.

- Where's Corinne?
- How do you know her?

She's my informer.

She was.

We'd worked together for months.

A truck-stop landlady hears things.
People trust her.

- How did you make contact?
- Can I be informal?

A TV documentary.

When people find out we pay,
they always come up with stuff.

The cash deposits on her account,

were they from Customs?
- Of course.

One lead, one payment.

I can't believe it.
Corinne was a good girl.

She was unlucky.
Her husband was a brute.

We tried that angle.

She wanted to dump him.

The money was for the deposit
on a flat and rent.

What was she working on?

- Nothing special. It was quiet.
- So why the meeting?

Routine.
See if she'd heard anything.

We have targets to meet,
so we rely on our contacts.

We'll need all your files
relating to Corinne.

I'll send them to you.

- I'll get this.
- Thanks.

You seem to know a lot about Corinne.

- Were you close?
- So?

She was a lovely woman.

- Is that a question?
- Well?

Your insinuations are disgusting.

We have a rule:
"No knob on the job." Heard of it?

Where were you
between and am?

I called her at noon.
I didn't know she was dead!

Or you were covering yourself.

No wonder people
don't like the police.

Your schedule.

I was exercising.
I try to keep in shape.

Where?

Fitness Club. My membership card.
You can call them.

Want a urine sample?

What about all the texts
between yesterday and today?

Doesn't look like a routine meeting.

What was your relationship,
exactly?

Nice job you've got.

I hope you get back to work soon.

Can I go now?

One day we'll die under paperwork.

Better warn my bosses.
They'll be calling yours.

Who will be calling me?

- Commissioner Jean-Paul Doucet.
- Captain Achard, Customs.

They've forgotten we're family.

I'm sure they acted correctly.

When I joined Customs,
I worked with a Doucet.

- Pierre.
- My father.

What a guy.

He wouldn't have liked
the way I'm being treated.

I'll give him your regards.

- From Paulo.
- Very well.

You've got contacts.

This way.

Be right there, Captain.

- Won't someone see us?
- No, there's two-way glass.

I'd like to speak to CSO Delcourt.

Yes. Of course.

Are you trying to pull my daughter?

No, not at all...

Speak when I tell you to.

Whatever your game is,
it stops now.

Got it?

Now you can talk.

Sorry, but I'd never go out
with a girl like Sarah.

Pardon?

She's brilliant,
intelligent, pretty, but...

she's young.

CSO Viala and I have been
going out for months.

I shouldn't have kissed her here.

What's going on with Sarah?

I was a supervisor at her school.

That's why she asked me to...

To what?

To look up her grandfather,
Mohammed Sharif.

I didn't do it and I won't,

but how can I stop her
pressurizing me?

Yes. Because I said so.

See you Sunday as usual.

That was my father.
He remembers Paul Achard.

He wasn't the kind

to fall in love with an informer.

Customs will want him freed.

The boss has already called.

Without new evidence,
we can't hold him.

I checked his alibi.

He was at the gym
from . to . .

He's hiding something, I know it.

What about the pen recordings?

I had to install the software.
I'm downloading them.

We have more information.

The , euros
didn't come from Customs.

They were from an account
belonging to a certain Paul Achard.

Thanks, Justine.

That's what I call new evidence.

What can I say?

I felt sorry for her
being beaten up by Müller.

, euros? Is that what
a Customs inspector earns?

Is that what bothers you?

She was going to repay me
with information.

She was risking her life
staying with him.

I just wanted to help her leave.
The , was an advance.

How could she help you
if she'd left the restaurant?

A good informer always finds a way.
Experience

teaches you that.
You understand?

You can understand our surprise
at your actions.

No, I can't. I gave my life
to Customs.

I'm divorced.
My colleagues are my only family.

I'm not going to ruin my career
for sex!

OK. I'll fess up to the , euros,
but my conscience is clear.

Wait, Paulo.

That's what they call you, right?
We haven't finished. Sit down.

Commander Roussel, Customs.
Captain Achard comes with me.

- Glad to see you.
- Likewise.

These are the cases he solved
thanks to Corinne Müller.

We have nothing to hide.

Got anything for us in exchange?

Like what? Recordings?

- Commissioner.
- Commander.

There was nothing I could do.
It came from above.

Notice anything?

That's what I thought.
The honeymoon is over.

She's difficult.

Funny, she reminds me of someone.

Only they use first names.

She wanted the recordings,
she has nothing.

Maybe that's why she's mad.

Let's not get into a fight
with Customs.

OK, fine.

How long will it take
to listen to all the recordings?

All night at least.

All night?

Ah, that sigh, Captain.

Promises.

Promises?

Yes. Our shrink was right.

It's stimulating working as a couple.

How about something
even more stimulating?

Let's stop ignoring the obvious,

the little signals,

the discreet messages.

Let's get straight to the point.

- Are you with me?
- Yes. Go on.

How about you, me
and another woman?

Is there a full moon?

- Chickening out?
- Oh, no. No, no.

I hope you'll like her.

Right, I'm all yours.

Where do we start?

It's very good of you to help.

Sharif's happy
we're working together.

Well played, Captain.

- Thanks.
- That's great.

My pleasure.

Ready to order?

Er... yes.
What's the dish of the day?

Dish of the day?
I recommend it: shepherd's pie.

Homemade shepherd's pie.

Guys, watch out, at km...

- A half-litre of red?
- OK. Half of red.

You make the best
blanquette in the region.

With the strike in Paris,
at Roissy, and all that...

A dessert?

- Corinne, two beers.
- Coming up.

They're not playing well.

Are you working overtime?

Corinne, can I take a shower?

I'm not around this weekend...

- What are we looking for?
- We'll know when we hear it.

I'm gonna make a mint.
The best job of my career.

Tell me when, I'll think of you.

I think I've got it.

I've got it.

Zoltan, wait,
you forgot your credit card.

You're the best, Corinne.
What would I do without you?

- You're preoccupied.
- Nothing gets past you.

It's happening soon.

I'll come and celebrate after.

- With champagne?
- Good stuff. I'll make a mint.

The best job of my career.

- Tell me when it is.
- No, it's a secret.

- I'm superstitious. See you Friday.
- OK.

Corinne was on to something.
But what was it?

Something too big for her,
hence the , euros.

Maybe Zoltan found out
and k*lled her.

How can we identify him?

His credit-card slip.

How many Zoltans paid by card
on Tuesday between and . ?

And the winner is Zoltan Ratko, .

No record.

- He runs a haulage firm.
- Doesn't sound like a k*ller.

No, but he might import
illegal products.

And k*ll the woman
who exposed him?

Mr Ratko?

Sharif?

Mr Ratko, police!
Hands on the wheel.

Stop messing us around.

We have targets to meet.
Do you understand?

I won't let you sabotage
our operation.

I understand that Zoltan was k*lled,

that it's linked
to Corinne Müller's death,

and that your silence
makes you responsible.

So, if you don't mind,
what is this operation?

Two people are dead.

One phone call and we seize
all your PCs, your phones. Well?

Corinne asked me
how much she'd get

for information
on arms trafficking.

I didn't like it.
Arms trafficking

was too dangerous for her.

She mentioned a regular diner
with whom she was friendly.

Zoltan.
He transported the arms.

I asked her to record
their conversations.

We put Zoltan under surveillance.

To monitor his trips to the Balkans,

we tracked the GPS in his truck.

It was stupid.

While you waited for the GPS to move,
Zoltan was k*lled.

Impressive.

We couldn't watch them
hours a day.

I didn't trust the GPS.
So I wanted to see Corinne

to get the date
of the next arms shipment.

She wasn't careful enough.

It was her choice.

I'll get a copy
of Corinne's transcriptions.

The GPS was her idea.

She's full of bright ideas.

Really?

We both have our millstones.

But at least your... Sharif, right?

He's sexy.

I'm tired of guys
who stop us climbing the ladder.

Then again,

Achard answers to me.

You two are the same rank.
That can't be easy.

It isn't.

I've a deal for you.

I need this case to succeed.

Can I call you Adeline?

Of course, Nathalie.

It's like this.

I've been here years.
I've done my time.

I've reapplied for promotion.

If I arrest these guys,
I'm sure to get it.

Does Achard want promotion too?

Achard?

You're kidding.
He was an ace years ago.

Now his choice is retirement
or early retirement.

Without this case...

He screwed up, he knows it.

Corinne should have sent
the recordings online.

- We'd have had them in real time.
- But?

Computers are not his thing.
He likes direct contact.

The result: Corinne is dead,
and so is our contact.

Our only chance is if
one of Zoltan's staff is involved.

So what's the deal?

Let us intercept the cargo,

and we'll give you
whoever gets caught in our net.

Zoltan and Corinne's K*llers
must be amongst them.

What do you say?

You're not telling me everything.

Roussel thinks one of Zoltan's staff
could replace him.

Does she want us
to give them free rein?

No surveillance on Zoltan's firm,

no questioning the staff.
Nothing that might interfere.

For how long?

- hours.
- Did you agree?

I told her to get lost.

She only cares about
what she'll get out of it.

She doesn't care about the weapons.

As for finding
Corinne and Zoltan's K*llers...

I was afraid

that you'd succumb
to feminine solidarity.

She wasn't entirely wrong,

especially about you.
- What did she say about me?

- I love gossip.
- Here's your daughter.

Julien grassed on me.
I can't believe it.

- Why didn't you ask me?
- About your father?

Are you serious?

When I ask about him,
you always shirk the question.

I know everyone
on Mum's side of the family.

But on yours,

even Gran refuses to tell me
why you're mad at him.

- That's not it.
- Sure.

I did a search online.
Nothing.

I've a right to know the truth.
Why can't I meet him?

Meet him? Just like that?

First he'd have to be
a father to me.

We're talking about me, not you.

Stop it.

Zoltan worked very hard,

seven days a week.

He wanted our kids to be proud.

Why him?

That's what we're trying to find out.

Did you notice any change
in his behaviour recently?

- Like what?
- Look...

We think he was involved
in criminal activity.

What?

Did he mention
a large sum of money?

Yes. He was going to sell
his haulage firm.

All his hard work had borne fruit.

Transports Laverne
had made him a good offer.

He'd be salaried
and still keep shares in the firm...

I'm sorry.

My husband was a good man.

- Champagne?
- Good stuff. I'm gonna make a mint.

The best job of my career.

- Tell me when it is.
- No, it's a secret.

I'm gonna make a mint.
The best job of my career.

Tell me when...

- The best job of my career.
- Tell me...

Shutting yourself away?

I spoke to Zoltan's wife.

He doesn't sound like
an arms trafficker.

The best job of my career.

- Tell me when it is.
- No, it's a secret.

- And?
- It cuts off.

You think it's been doctored?

Corinne cut part of the recording.

I think it's on her computer.

I think I've got it.
It's in her MP s.

I'll come and celebrate after.

- With champagne?
- Good stuff. I'll make a mint.

The best job of my career.

You're and you're selling
your firm. Well done.

Zoltan was never involved
in arms trafficking.

Corinne knew it.
She lied to everyone.

The tape on her mouth,
Zoltan's m*rder;

all that to make credible
a traffic that never existed.

Someone needed that traffic.

Roussel?

Roussel believed it.

Achard.

Achard was about to be fired

when he came up with the case.

That way he stayed on the team.

- And he k*lled Corinne for that?
- There's more.

Customs was his life.

It was his return to grace.
He even gave

his money to Corinne.

- But he has an alibi.
- I called his gym again.

No-one saw him
when he was in the sauna.

He could have k*lled her
and come back.

That's enough to hold him on.

But we need confirmation
to charge him.

Keep me posted.

- He won't be quick to confess.
- No.

Congratulations on the tons
of seized cigarettes. A big hand.

Our targets have been met
for cigarettes.

Paul,

can you update us
on the arms trafficking?

Well...

Now that my informer
has been k*lled,

it won't be easy, that's all...

Customs inspection.

Anything to declare?
I've always wanted to say that.

- No-one invited you in.
- I know.

But we have news
of your arms-trafficking case.

And as we're playing fair,
I wanted to share it with you.

As a family.

Zoltan was never involved
in Corinne's m*rder

or in arms trafficking.
He was a good guy.

What?

This doesn't make any sense.

She was k*lled by the arms network.
Who else?

I think we both know.

Do you have any proof?

To send him down
for double m*rder? No.

But that he was manipulated
by his informant, yes.

That gives him a good motive.

Everyone out.

Out you go. Go on.

Corinne edited the recordings

to convince you
about the trafficking.

She needed money badly.

She gave it to you on a plate.

There was no arms trafficking.

You were duped by
an inexperienced restaurant owner.

Well done, Achard.

A nice end to your career.

- Drop your w*apon!
- Put your w*apon down!

- Put your w*apon down!
- Captain.

Do it!

sh*t, years.

f*cking years to go!

But you thought I was fit
for the scrap heap.

A loser to be cast aside!

- Achard.
- Shut it.

You ruined my life, Roussel!

- Achard.
- Shut it!

"Vengeance is a water vessel
with a hole.

"It carries nothing
but the promise of emptiness."

Don't move.

Don't move!

"When you can, repay injury
with clemency..."

I said don't move!

"...justice

"and forgiveness.

"But always with kindness."

"A vessel with a hole", eh?

Kung Fu. Season , episode .

Sorry about your promotion.

I wanted to believe in the case.

When did you realise?

The day before.

The day before her death.

Another informant told me
about Ratko selling his firm.

So you called Corinne.

Yeah.

I fixed a meeting the next morning.

She told me everything.

I don't know what came over me.
Rage.

I didn't even know
I was strangling her.

When I realised what I'd done,
I panicked.

I had to find a way
to divert suspicion.

Hence the sticky tape.

But why k*ll Zoltan?
You knew he was clean.

It was Corinne's fault.

By doctoring the recordings,
she implicated him.

I had no choice.

Of course you did.

But you wanted to make your case
even more real.

You thought:
"Zoltan Ratko is a likely name."

Arms trafficking, the Balkans.

Even without proof,
prejudice was enough.

Achard and Corinne were prisoners
of the same lie.

They've taken Achard to jail.

k*lling to keep his job,
what a waste.

No. He's just a guy
who didn't accept getting old.

- Will you tell me?
- What?

If it happens to me?

Don't worry.
It's not a question of age,

but of surrounding yourself
with people you love.

- See you tomorrow.
- See you tomorrow.

Thank you.

Know why I don't like
talking about my father?

It's quite simple.

I don't have good memories of him.

Try as I may.

Why, Dad?

When I was a kid,

after he left home,

he sometimes rang on Sunday
mornings to say he'd call in.

I was , years old.

I waited for him all day.

It's a long time to wait.

At night, Gran sent me to bed
as I had school the next day.

But I couldn't sleep.

I was still waiting.

Hoping he'd come.

I've got many stories like that.

So when you were born,

I swore I'd never let anyone
do that to you.

Not even him.

I'll wait till you're ready.

I know I am.

I love you, Dad.

Me too.