04x07 - Qui a tué le colonel Moutarde?

[bunniefuu]

- Up already, darling?
- Yes, Dad.

I'm getting your breakfast.

Sportsmen need protein.

Shouldn't you be packing?

You're going to Boston
in less than hours.

Stop worrying.

You'd go to work
without eating otherwise.

How will you survive without me?

It won't be easy.

I'll be home in mins,
and I'd like soldiers

with my egg.

- Already done.
- You're good.

Bye, Dad.

Let's go.

But...

What are you doing here?

sh*t.

Hi, Joël.

Hi, Camille. Alright?

It's official, I've put on weight
and my uniform doesn't fit.

Maybe your shirt shrunk in the wash.

Yes, maybe.

Sorry, excuse me.

- Yes, Captain?
- Baudemont,

I've a suspicious death.

So you're calling me

from the crime scene.

We'll swap roles.

So you need to come up
with a joke.

Dejax was here
when I found the body.

Dejax?
That isn't funny.

It needs work.

Who k*lled Colonel Mustard?

Sorry, but that's a waste.

With that look, you could have
come up with a better joke.

- Joël...
- What have I said?

- Hello.
- Hello, Captain.

Paul Bordier, the victim.

- Philippe's best friend.
- No.

sh*t. I put my foot in it.

My condolences, Philippe.

We should maybe brief

the others.

Yes.

Chin up.

I'm so sorry, Philippe.
Are you OK?

Captain, the victim's phone.

Philippe was with his friend,

a Cluedo m*rder party.

A game where you try to identify
the m*rder*r.

Hence the Colonel Mustard outfit.

It was all pathologists.

hours ago, Paul was looking
for who k*lled Mrs White,

and now he's dead.

Captain?

The victim has white froth

around his lips.

- Usually...
- It's poisoning.

I've called a colleague

to handle it because I can't...

Of course not.

Why were you here?

Around a.m.,

Mélanie called me.

Mélanie is Paul's wife.

She was worried

because Paul hadn't come home.

I tried to reassure her, and then,

I retraced the journey and...
Here we are.

his behaviour was...

Normal.

He was happy.

We work hard.

m*rder parties
are a chance to meet up.

We'll need a list of participants.

Of course.

Philippe,

do you change when you're there?

Yes, usually.

Now you mention it,

Paul did leave early,

around p.m.,

and we stayed on, chatting,
having a few drinks.

Where was he going?

I don't know.
Home.

Mélanie. I must call her.

We'll deal that.

I'd rather do it.

OK.

- Bon appétit.
- Thanks.

- Want a soldier, Captain?
- No thanks.

So, Paul Bordier, years ago,

he had an accident,
a serious accident.

No more autopsies.

He was moved
to the admin department.

For someone who loved his job,
that's not good.

A serious accident?

- I didn't know you were a customer.
- Pardon?

Paul and Gus Coffee.

- I like it.
- Me too.

The one next to Interpol?
There's only one in Lyon.

Don't start.

You're following Sylvie Delmas.

What if she'd seen you?

If I do nothing, what happens?

She gets away with it.

I understand.

But you need a proper strategy.

It could be dangerous.

You think I don't know that?

There's Philippe, look after him.

I'll join you when I've looked
at the phone.

There's something odd.

That's kind. Thank you.

OK?

Yes.

Here.

I think that's everyone.

I can do you a biography
of everyone, but...

I can't believe any of them
is a m*rder*r.

And yet...

Thank you.

There's Mélanie.

Thanks, Fred.

Mrs Bordier, I'm Captain Cherif.

My condolences.

Thank you, Captain.

- OK?
- Yes.

I'll call you when I leave.

OK. Or I could wait.

OK. Yes.

Would you come this way?

- We'll be right there.
- Captain?

Look at this.

Hello.

You were married for years?

Yes. We met at my pharmacy.

Everything was fine.

Paul had a brilliant career,
he loved his job.

Then after the accident,

he was never the same.

He was addicted to morphine.

We've looked at your husband's phone
and your text messages.

Last Tuesday, at : ,

"Where are you?
I need morphine."

: ,
"Bring it or I'll make you pay."

Shall I go on?

Our doctor stopped prescribing it
a year after the accident.

Can you imagine
seeing the man you love

wake up every night crying in pain?

You gave in once, and it spiralled.

He became unbearable,
he always needed more.

He was no longer himself.

He was jealous.

He says: "I'm coming home early,
get rid of your lover."

He was always checking my phone.

- He drove me crazy.
- Hence your thr*at:

"I can't take any more,
stop harassing me or else."

That was weeks ago.

Where were you last night?

At home,

alone.

Philippe, we need to talk.

What's going on?

Is Mélanie in custody?

What for?

You knew Paul
was addicted to morphine?

What does it matter?

That didn't cause the froth
around his mouth.

That means yes?

I had my suspicions.

So what?

He was blackmailing her.

Making her take it from the pharmacy.

He thought she had a lover.

Do you know who you're talking about?

My best friend and his wife.

Philippe...

Fine.
I'll get her a good lawyer.

We know Paul was jealous
and paranoid.

Mélanie did have a lover,

and I think it's you, Philippe.

Are you crazy?

You gave it away,

when she arrived at the station.

Your best friend just d*ed,
it's his wife.

You would have given her a hug

to comfort her.

But you didn't.

Is it true, Philippe?

Are you Mélanie's lover?

I don't know
if it's ever happened to you.

It was like falling in love
for the first time ever.

And what's crazy is...

she felt the same.

Philippe, wake up.

Cherif found you
at the crime scene

and you didn't tell us
about your relationship.

A woman being blackmailed
by her husband.

What would you think?

You always see the bad side.

Paul had changed since his accident.

He was horrid,
even to his friends. And for Mélanie,

he'd become a tyrant.

She was his nurse, his sl*ve,

his punchbag, and his dealer.

She confided in you.

Yes.

We tried to stop, we felt guilty.

She could have divorced him.

If she left, he would tell on her.

She'd be struck off.

She was trapped.

Here's the initial report.

Thanks.

So...

Paul was poisoned with digitalin.

It happened between and p.m.

Great.

That clears Mélanie.

We were at the m*rder party,
and she wasn't.

What?

Are you putting me in custody?

If I k*lled someone,
I wouldn't get caught.

Is that reassuring?

OK.
I want a lawyer.

- Don't be like that.
- Stop it!

I know you're still cops.

We're not talking as friends,
this is an interrogation.

Kader even arrested his own father.

That's irrelevant.

I wouldn't want to be in your shoes.

You ruin everything.

Is that it?
Can we discuss it now?

No.

But why

didn't Dejax say?
The process has started now.

Do you think he's involved?

He wouldn't be the first
to k*ll for love.

I've never seen Philippe like that,
but to commit m*rder...

A pathologist and a pharmacist.

They could easily get hold
of digitalin.

As could the other players.

Injected in the calf.

Wouldn't it be easier
to put it in a glass?

Yes, but much less effective.

He must have felt something.

A Bulgarian umbrella, Captain.

The Americans,
season , episode .

You put a needle at the end
of an object and... "prick".

It's simple and painless.

You scare me sometimes.

It's a bit complicated.

No, I think it's very Cluedo.

See if anyone
had it in for Paul Bordier.

A friend of Sarah's.

Do you mind?
I won't be long.

- I'll talk to Mélanie.
- OK.

Hello, Éloïse.

What is it?

Thanks.

The autopsy report clears you.

But Philippe told us.

So he's a suspect?

He's the one helping me cope.

He's cultured, loving,
he makes me laugh.

He can't believe I like him,
but I'm the lucky one.

Am I going to cause him trouble?

He's not acting rationally.
I don't know.

I can talk to him.

How can I help him?

Did any of these players hate Paul?

Yes, there is someone.

Let me present
Élisabeth de Courtray.

She owns the venue,

and is Paul's immediate superior.

Why would she poison him?

Paul was supposed to get the job,
but Élisabeth got it.

He wanted to make her pay.

When he found some irregularities,

he compiled a file
about the management mistakes.

And she found out.

So he told his wife.

He'd contacted a lawyer
to discuss action.

Élisabeth was concerned for her job,

let alone the legal consequences.

Imagine the scandal.

Especially since her husband
is Alexandre Salviac,

pathologist in Marseille, MP

and keen participant
in the m*rder evenings.

So they invite him along
and poison him.

I'll be minutes.

I'll talk to Doucet about Élisabeth.

OK.

Couldn't you find a smaller one?

Apparently your daughter

is taking all her clothes
to Boston.

How is Dejax?

We'll get him out of this.

- If he needs a good lawyer...
- I know.

He needs to take stock.

Éloïse called me.

She wants to do a surprise party
for Sarah tonight.

With us or...?

No, just some girlfriends.

- You agreed?
- Yes.

Given the short notice,
Mum is on the case.

And your last evening
with your daughter,

dinner on your chef mate's barge?

When she comes back.

- Right.
- Yes.

That's assuming you agree to it.

Obviously.

And that Sarah lets me
accompany her to the plane.

You can't do that.

Oh, yes you can. I can.

We did a good job.

I think so.

Excuse me.

Roche, I'm listening.

Captain Briard?

When are they meeting?

I owe you one.
Thanks. Bye.

Adeline? Is there a problem?

It'll be fine. It'll be fine.

I'm relieved Mélanie can go home.

Did you know about the problems
between Paul and Élisabeth?

Yes, he wouldn't talk about it.

Hi.

I wanted to apologise for earlier.

I didn't mean what I said.

Don't worry.
It's fine, Philippe.

Thanks.

Give me a minute?

Of course.

Can I see you for a moment?

- Of course.
- My office, or yours.

Cherif, Briard!

The prosecutor won't let us question
Élisabeth de Courtray.

We can't upset her husband,
the MP Salviac.

Not when we have a credible suspect.

Are you going to arrest me?

I've got an idea.

Philippe, at your m*rder parties,
what exactly happens?

It's a sort of full-scale role play.

You meet up
and draw a character sheet,

with tastes, relationships,
and m*rder speciality.

- Pardon?
- We all have a signature.

Strangling, dismembering,

eviscerating...
- Who was the poisoner?

I don't know.

Not me anyway.

I was a throat-slitter.

You don't have to use
your speciality.

So we meet up
for the first part, we chat,

have dinner,
all whilst in character,

and then the game master arrives

and tells us
that Mrs White has been k*lled.

- In the game?
- Yes, in the game.

Tonight we meet for phase ,

the investigation.

We question each other,
see who's bluffing, or not.

Seek the k*ller.

OK.

So everyone there last night
will be there tonight.

Correct?

Yes.

Including our m*rder*r.

Philippe, the participants,

none of them know Paul is dead?
- No.

- You're sure?
- Yes.

So we can play too.

Infiltrate the game
to confound Élisabeth?

You know me too well.

I've always wanted to wear a monocle.

Dejax can introduce me

as a friend visiting Lyon,
and we're away.

No problem.

Great.

Oh, no.
Élisabeth de Courtray knows me.

The Grandin case.

Before you came to Lyon.

She'll remember me.

We need to find someone else.
But who?

Who?

No. I've never wanted
to wear a monocle. No way.

Sorry, Commissioner.

Dejax, can you do me a map

of the house?

The rooms for the game
and where the Salviacs live.

I'm not free this evening.

But we can't abandon Dejax.

Please do this for me,
it's my only chance.

If Kader is right,

the m*rder*r will be there.

Yes, but we'll stay in contact
during the operation.

Listen to yourself!

Without anything new,
Dr Dejax will be placed in custody

tomorrow morning.

Just a moment, Colonel.

May I?

There.

You'll pay for this.

- Enjoy the game, Colonel.
- Yeah.

There was no Grandin case.

Oh?

You don't know
Élisabeth de Courtray.

You wanted Adeline to go
instead of you. Why?

- She contacted Patrice Bellequin.
- The guy who was fired?

To tap Delmas's phone.

Kader, this must stop.

Adeline is risking her job.

She was going to meet him tonight...

I'll talk to her.

No. Leave it to me.

The only way to stop Adeline
is to bring down Delmas.

How will you do that?

By going back to the beginning,

starting with her ex, Garnier.

He spoke to her brother
before his su1c1de.

So you're going to stay here
and commentate?

Who said I was staying here?

- Here.
- Great.

I feel like Jack Bauer.

Cherif?

- Can you hear me?
- Yes.

- I'm listening, Adeline.
- Well,

what's it like missing out
on the action?

It won't become a habit.

"Improvise, adapt and overcome."
Clint Eastwood.

You're quoting films now?

For your information,

Eastwood started his career
on TV in the series Rawhide.

seasons, episodes, no less.

Doucet spoke to the pathologist.

The poison was injected
around p.m.

We have to find out
who was with the victim then.

Thanks for all you're doing, Adeline.

This is a dream come true.

What?

I feel like Charlie with his angels.

What angels?

Can we concentrate now?

Such m*llitary discipline.

You're already in character,
Captain...

I mean Colonel.
I'm right with you,

or as good as.

Come on.

- Holmes!
- How are you?

- How are you?
- Fine.

This is Adeline,
a friend visiting from Paris.

Paul is stuck in bed,
so I thought of Adeline.

Great idea.
You make a lovely colonel.

Long femur, well-defined parietal,

I'd love to do your autopsy.

Likewise. Large thorax,
strong pectorals. A treat.

You flatterer.

And eyes at once mysterious

and penetrating.
- She's observant.

Welcome, Colonel Mustard.

I've briefed Adeline
on yesterday evening,

she knows her character.

Perfect. Please come this way.

It's magnificent.

I know someone who'd love

to be here.
- Naughty.

Mum, this isn't a good time.
I'll call you later.

No problem.

It was just to say
Sarah can stay here until p.m.

to give her friends time to arrive.

Great. You're the best, Mum.
Speak to you later.

Let me introduce,

Miss Peach.
- Hello, Colonel.

- Hello.
- Sergeant Grey.

Good evening, Colonel.

That's Mathieu,
Élisabeth's assistant.

And this is Miss Scarlett...

and Professor Plum.

Nice to meet you.

My dear crime-lovers,

someone was k*lled last night.

So someone here

is a m*rder*r.

Who will manage to solve
the m*rder

of poor Mrs White,

found last night
in her room, stabbed,

by one of us?

An innocent hand will now draw lots.

Let's start with...

the great detective.

- Sherlock Holmes.
- That's me.

He'll have the honour
of questioning...

Mrs Peacock.

Lucky draw, Philippe.

And the second...

The delicious

Colonel Mustard.

- "Delicious."
- Will be questioning...

I'm the lucky man.

If you want something doing,
do it yourself.

Another good draw.

We're lucky tonight.

Next,

Miss Scarlett will question

Sergeant Grey,

and finally, Miss Peach

will take Professor Plum.

I must remind you

that the detectives
have to pass the test

before being allowed
to ask questions.

When the gong sounds,
the interview is over.

Good luck, crime lovers.

Ah, Miss Peacock...

What test?

You're playing the game.

- I'm not talking to you.
- Pardon?

Nothing. It's fine.

- Well?
- Come on.

The house is magnificent.

It belongs to my wife.

Another love match.

So, as a man of the church,

you think I'm capable of m*rder?

As you know, Reverend,

appearances can be deceptive.

Adeline, can I hear knives?

Yes, yes. Tell me,

did you have a relationship
with Mrs White,

and having misgivings,
decided to end it?

A question,

when you haven't
passed the test, Colonel?

That could put me in a bad mood.

Adeline, are you OK?

Drop the Kn*fe!

Drop it!

Such reflexes, Colonel.
You passed the test.

A dummy Kn*fe.

You weren't in danger.

You can now ask me
all the questions you want.

Off you go.

Great.

Rouen

- Where were you at p.m?
- p.m?

What about a.m?

I passed the test.

Fine. Let me think.

At p.m. yesterday,

I swapped my outfit, then met

Miss Scarlett in the library
for billiards.

"Swapped his outfit"?

Swapped your outfit?

I was supposed to be Colonel Mustard,
I had an allergic reaction,

probably to the cleaning products.

I asked Paul
if we could change outfits.

We swapped characters
without telling anyone,

and now I serve God.

Would you excuse me?

- Be right back.
- Sure.

Don't be too long.
I want to know

where you learnt self-defence.

- Hear that?
- We had it wrong.

If Salviac is the target,
Élisabeth may not be the k*ller.

The k*ller will finish the job.

There's plenty of opportunities.

I'm stopping the game.

You're here?

When I left the station
I turned left and...

We need to find something,
otherwise

Dejax will be locked up.

- Colonel?
- Coming, Reverend.

We can identify the k*ller.

Moonlighting, season , episode .
I'll tell Dejax.

Are you alright, Colonel?

Yes, fine.

It's a pity the questioning is over.

- Yes.
- It's time to get together.

We'll all meet in the lounge.
Coming?

- Stay with Salviac.
- I know.

- Pardon?
- That it's time to get together.

We're ready. I don't know what
you're planning, but you can start.

I know who it is,
but I'm not saying.

So secretive!

Sorry. Excuse me.

Hello? Yes. Feeling better?

I feel like I'm there with you.

We've started.
It's going well.

Tell them I'm on my way.

Great. I'll tell them.

OK, ciao. Bye, bye.
Ciao, ciao.

That was Paul. He's feeling better.
He's coming over.

That's good.

We've a winner, Mathieu Villeneuve.

Can I have your attention?

I'm Captain Briard, police.

Everyone keep calm...

- Stop him!
- Let me through.

Cherif, we need help.

The game is over.
There's a real m*rder*r.

- Adeline!
- What's going on?

Adeline, wait!

Adeline!

- What are you doing here?
- I'll explain.

- Where's Adeline?
- I don't know.

Call the police.

- Who are you?
- Police.

- Captain Cherif. Where's Adeline?
- No idea.

- Do something.
- Yes.

Come with me. Quickly.

You'll be safe here.
Don't come out until I say.

Come with me, Philippe.

- Follow me.
- Police.

Go back upstairs.

Adeline?

Adeline! Adeline!

Are you OK?

Mathieu Villeneuve.
I don't know where he went.

- Let me see.
- I'm OK.

- Help me lift her.
- OK.

, , .

Help is on its way.

- Where's Salviac?
- I don't know.

Are you OK?

Mr. Salviac, police. Captain Cherif.

You're injured, was it Villeneuve?

No. I tripped on the stairs
when resetting the fuse.

- Why would Villeneuve...
- We're investigating

the m*rder of Paul Bordier.

What?

Philippe, is Paul dead?

- Yes.
- And the phone call?

Mathieu k*lled him by mistake,
because...

you changed outfits.
You were the target.

Your safety is now our priority.

The Salviacs
are in the interview room.

It's not as nice as their house,
but at least they're alive.

- OK?
- Yes.

That outfit suits you.

Élisabeth de Courtray
didn't recognise you.

She's forgotten me.

You know what I had planned
for this evening.

This was all

to stop me dealing with Delmas.

It wasn't very believable.

She wouldn't forget me.

Adeline, I too want to see
Delmas in prison.

But illegal phone taps?
What next?

Faking evidence?

It's not your style.

Maybe it is.

We need to talk.
It's urgent. Cherif.

To: Pascal Garnier

I thought you wanted
to go to bed early...

Like you didn't know
about the surprise.

Not at all. Not at all.

I'm scared to go, Dad.

I'll miss all this.

Mum, Gran, my friends,

Lyon,

your unfunny jokes,
your dreadful music.

I didn't think I'd be scared.

Firstly, I don't make unfunny jokes,

people just don't get them.

Right.

And secondly,

Boston, is hours away, right?

flights a day.

The slightest problem,
I'll get on a plane

and save my princess.

But it won't happen.

No.

It won't happen.

You know why?

Everything will be fine.

You'll have an amazing year.

You'll remember it all your life.

I can't lie,

I've been hoping you'd say: "No, Dad.

"I want to stay with you, in Lyon."

You've made the right decision.

Thought of yourself.

You'll have a great time.
Trust me.

I love you, Dad,

you have no idea how much.

I love you too.

Thanks.

The Salviacs don't know
what Villeneuve has against them.

There must be a reason.

That's what they said.

What do we know
about Mathieu Villeneuve?

Born in in Rouen, no record.

Rouen? I saw in the archives
that Salviac worked there,

in the s.

That's where we need to look.

We'll be spending the night together.

You could say that.

You could.

That's enough now.
We've been here for hours.

We're leaving, whether you've found
Mathieu or not.

Mr. Salviac, we need
to speak to you in private.

If you don't mind.

Right. Darling, would you get
me a coffee?

Thanks.

Sorry to have kept you.

We had to finish the puzzle,

and understand
Mathieu Villeneuve's motive.

Reviewing autopsies
done in Rouen years ago

takes time.

Could you remind me
of your names, and rank?

Of course.
Captains Cherif and Briard.

Do you remember this case?

I'm not sure I understand.

Someone tries to k*ll me,

and you're investigating me?

The autopsy for Mrs Delcourt.

You said it was an accident

due to a fall
on the stairs on June .

Remember?

No.

She was married to Mr. Delcourt,

an MP for Seine-Maritime,

with whom you shared
a love of m*rder parties.

I want to see your superior.

We showed your report to Dejax,
whom you know.

And he didn't come
to the same conclusion as you.

He says Mrs Delcourt
d*ed from injuries

inflicted by her husband.

Hold on, what are you saying?

You're saying I made a m*rder

look like an accident?

Why would I do that?

Maybe this friend could help
your political career.

Mrs Delcourt had a son, Mathieu.

Mathieu Villeneuve.

I'm going to file a complaint
for harassment.

Your careers are over.

- I came as soon as I could.
- His lawyer is due.

Expect a call from the Prefect

It won't be the first time.

Nothing from the searches.

Mathieu worked to get close
to Salviac.

Would he give up now?

k*lling an innocent man
might have changed things.

He poisoned Paul, but he had
all evening to realise his mistake.

No, he intended to see it through.

That injury,

he didn't fall in the cellar.

Mathieu tried to k*ll him?

Mathieu att*cks Salviac
and then flees?

They fight, Salviac wins.

He could have locked him in.

Élisabeth knows the house.

We need her help.

As time goes on, there's less
chance Mathieu is alive.

She won't destroy the image
of the perfect couple.

- That depends.
- On what?

On what she knows.

Question her quickly.
We have to release them.

She needs to want to help us.

Luther, season , episode .

Please sit down.

I just need to take
your husband's statement,

then I'll be with you.

What has my husband done?

I'll be minutes.

He's lucky to have you,

but it must be disappointing
to invest so much

in a man and realise
he wasn't worth it.

Nonsense. I have every confidence
in my husband.

Are you trying to convince me
or yourself?

Go round the other side.

There.

My husband did the autopsy
on Mathieu's mum,

and that woman was beaten.

Alexandre couldn't miss that.

It doesn't make sense.

He didn't miss it.

He deliberately lied in the report?

Mathieu knew.

My husband att*cked Mathieu

because he wanted revenge?

No.

Mathieu has been
my assistant for years.

He's brilliant.

He came top every year,
it's impossible.

Help us find him.

We think he's in the house,
and with luck,

he may still be alive.

There are two rooms in the cellar.

I have no idea where Villeneuve is.

You can ask me as many times
as you like.

I don't need to ask

as we've found him.

There's something here.

You're bluffing.

This isn't poker.

Come in.

Sit down.

You left him to die in that room

with no remorse.

By falsifying that report you k*lled
my mother a second time.

Look at me.

Go on!

For years, I couldn't understand

how my stepfather got away
with k*lling my mother.

Then I read your report.

Accidental death,

a fall on the stairs.

My stepfather d*ed in a car accident.

I didn't have to deal with him.

But you,

I couldn't let you get away with it.

He won't be prosecuted
for my mother.

No.

But he will for locking you in.

He'll go to prison, as will you.

You didn't need to k*ll
an innocent man.

When I injected the Colonel,

he turned round,

and I realised
they'd swapped outfits.

But it was too late.

Too late.

I've become like him.

Take him away.

I can see the likeness.

You have your mother's eyes.

I'm sorry for what I did
years ago.

I'm sorry.

Thank you for your support,

it was a tricky moment.

It's better on the other side.

True.

No hard feelings?

- It's fine.
- Thanks.

And you were great, as always.

Say hello to Mélanie.

OK.

Yes. Thanks very much.

See you later.

Right, I'm off.

Sarah is leaving.

Another excuse
not to write the report.

But I don't mind.

Say goodbye from me.

- This?
- Yes.

- This?
- Yes.

They're the same.

Better to have too much
than too little.

- Yes...
- Not that.

Unbelievable.

Why did you keep this?
It's horrid.

Get rid of that.

- Jumper?
- No.

No? Yes? No?
Get rid of it.

- Need any help?
- Yes.

I should have done it before,
I'll forget something.

- We can do it.
- I hope so.

- I'm stressing.
- Don't.

This?

You know, Sarah, you're amazing,

because at your age,
I'd never have been brave enough...

You haven't had any doubts.
Any hesitation.

Doubts? Me? Never.

- You two!
- She's my daughter.

Alright, Kader? Still calm?

I'm making a big effort.

A very big effort.

And a year goes quickly.

Like waiting for the new season
of a series.

Quite.

Except when you're a fan.

Pascal Garnier
OK to meet. When and where?