03x02 - Duel

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CHURCH BELLS RING

BARKING

WOMAN: Why you have to go out
this early, I'll never know.

MAN: Hurry up. Come back to bed.

See? You've woken him up, too, now,
you rascal.

Douglas. Douglas!

Douglas! Come here, you little...

Help!
Do...

SCREAMS

# Do you remember the first time

# That my eyes set on you

# Your smile came from nowhere

# For some time never
Or sometimes soon

# The road is a long one

# I was lonely passing through

# I was only passing through. #

Thanks for the lift.

Oh, no problem. I was on my way home
from a job, anyway.

Oh!

Love!

How're you doing? Oh!

Oh, Jean, it was awful!

I-I let Douglas out this morning,
and he just ran off into the field.

When I followed,
I saw a man lying there

with a sword sticking out of him.

Oh!
A sword?

Yeah. It was horrible.
I bet it was.

Oh. This is the lady that found him.

I'm sorry, I-I just can't...

Oh, I know. It's a lot to take in,
isn't it, love?

Is-Is Cooper here?

Yeah, he's making coffee.

Come on, then, let's get you in.

If that's all right?
Of course.

Come on.

IN FRENCH:

Erm, do you need a lift anywhere?
Sorry? It's OK, I'm a taxi driver.

Oh.

Er... No, thank you. I-I think
I need a walk to clear my head.

OK.

Jean, er, may I have a word?

Yeah, of course.

Oh, Richard,
just make sure she's OK.

The shock can take you by surprise.

Of course.

Oh.

This fencing foil was found
in the hand of the deceased man.

Well, I think
that's actually an epee de combat,

circa 19th century.

Yeah.

It's also solid silver.

A matching one
was sticking out of his chest.

Oh.

Well, the end has been sharpened.

Hm.

Also... he was wearing this.

Hm.

Well, they're not fake.

Those are real diamonds?

Hm. And what's more,
I think that might be Cartier.

The other one is missing.

That's interesting.
Can I have a look at the other epee?

I think that might be more
appropriate back at the station.

Yes. Of course. Of course.

Yeah.

HE SIGHS

Oh.

Cooper's with Glo.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah, it's just, it's not nice
seeing your mates upset, is it?

No. Look, I've got to pop
back to the station with Caron.

He wants me to look at something.

Oh. No problem. I'm still knackered
after that night drive,

so I'm gonna nip to La Couronne,
get breakfast,

then get my head down for a bit.

All right. I'll see you later.
Yeah, you will.

KNOCKING

Is everything OK in there?

It's Dom.

DOM EXCLAIMS

What is going on?!

Last night, we got a cryptic message
from Celine

saying that they just can't go on.

We only picked up the message
this morning.

Fearing the worst,
we rushed down here immediately.

So where's Niall and Celine, then?

SHE SIGHS

Looks like their finances got worse

and they had to do
a midnight flit back to Ireland.

Their finances got worse?

Well, do you remember when Niall's
mother visited a couple of years ago

and there was all that palaver
with her gambling in the pub?

Yeah. They nearly
lost their licence, didn't they?

Yeah. It didn't stop there.

They were forever bailing his mother
out of her gambling debts.

They were so short of money
a couple of years ago that we...

Bought La Couronne from them.

We couldn't bear the thought of it
going under.

We kept it very hush-hush, of
course. Niall is a very proud man.

Didn't want to bring
shame on his mother.

Blimey!

You kept that very quiet,
didn't you?

Well, I hope they're all right.

You know, I often wondered why you
two never paid for a drink.

Dominic, we need your help.

La Couronne is the beating heart
of our community.

We have to keep her alive.

We also have this very important
reception for the new mayor

this afternoon.
I personally offered her the pub.

Look, I-I am more than happy
to help in any way I can.

Oh, thank you, Dominic!

But-But-But I have just done

a five-hour round trip
through the night,

so I am exhausted, but, you know,

I promise to help get a plan
together later.

Oh. We knew we could rely on you.

Oh, thanks, old chap.

Oh, you are so wonderful.
Yeah...

CLACKING OF COMPUTER KEYS

I hope I'm still driving
when I'm nearly 80 years old.

Well, if you drive
anything like my grandad,

I am not gonna be a passenger.

Now, Georges Allaire was a bit
of a gangster in his younger days.

Gangster?

Yes. Back in the '70s, he ran
a notorious street g*ng in Paris.

Hm.

Well...

if this cuff link is Cartier,

well,

on its own, it's worth
between 10 and 15,000 euros.

Why is it so expensive?

It's the name.

Cartier.

They're renowned for working with
platinum before anybody else was.

You see, platinum was rarely used
in jewellery

until the late 19th century.
Why?

It's not as malleable as gold. It's
a very difficult metal to work with.

Would these cuff links be
desirable?

They tick all the right boxes.

Superbly made, it's very pretty.

Enough to get the dealers excited.

A motive for m*rder?

If somebody wanted to complete
their collection,

I wouldn't rule it out.

Well, nothing on
the local police database

for stolen swords or cuff links.

Now, Cartier always issue
a certificate of authentication,

so maybe when you search his house,
it'll reveal something.

Hey!

Did you enjoy your breakfast?

I haven't had any yet.
It's all going off in there.

What do you mean?

Niall and Celine
have done a midnight flit.

Financial worries, apparently.

No! Are they all right?
I don't know. And get this -

Jeremy and Judith have owned
the pub for the last few years!

Really?
Yes!

Is that why they've never
paid for a drink?

That is exactly what I said!

Oh!

Look, you can have some breakfast
at the shop if you want.

I can offer you a croissant.

Yeah, go on, then. I'm starving.

You all right?

Oh, Judith's in a state
about a do for the new mayor.

Bonjour, Charlie!

Hiya, love!

I've been teaching Charlie
how to be northern,

and she's been teaching me
how to be French.

Oh, have you now?
Hm. Coffee and croissants coming up.

You'll do for me.

See?

CHUCKLES

That teapot looks like a bit
of a tricky pourer.

This is
a French Regency chocolate pot.

Oh. Is that made out of chocolate?

SHE CHUCKLES

IN FRENCH

That's what my mother
always used to say to me.

Hey, mine too!

Seriously?
Yeah.

We have something in common finally.

Yes, sarcastic mums.
Who would have guessed that?

THEY LAUGH

Simone's coming through
with the croissants.

I thought it was pewter.

I couldn't see the hallmark
because of the tarnishing

but after a clean,
it turns out to be silver.

Hm. Lovely.
Oh, talking of hallmarks...

..what do you make of this?

Hm...

Now, I think it's Cartier,

but there's something
that's not quite right.

Yes, I know what you mean.

What is it?
Hi.

Hm.
What are we looking at?

Oh.

This.

Where did you take this picture?

Do you recognise it?

I said where did you take
this picture? What's wrong, Simone?

I made this copy for someone.
A few years ago.

You made that?

Cartier said it was
a five-year waiting list,

the client didn't wanna wait,
so... I copied them.

Good grief, Simone.

You are some talent.

Merci.

Who-Who did you make it for?

Er, I really don't wanna say.

Erm, Simone... It's, erm...

This cuff link, your copy,

was found on the shirt of a man
who'd been m*rder*d.

You have to tell us.

You must swear that you will not
tell him it was me who told you.

Of course not.

He's... He's a British man.

His name is John Marsdeon.

Right. Do you know where he lives?

He's one of the most dangerous men
in France.

If he knew I had given you
his home address,

there is no telling
what he might do.

Simone,

a man has been k*lled.

I'm not happy about this.

He's very unpredictable.

Watch yourselves.

Thank you, Simone.

Right, come on, let's go.

Really?

Do you think this is a good idea, or
do you think we should call Caron?

Caron will tell us not to go.

Yes, exactly.

Please, Dom!

Oh, come on, then.

Look, isn't it wonderful?

I mean, look at all these
lovely silver... utensils.

Darling, they're tools, you know,
wrenches and ratchets and stuff.

Jeremy, you sound all...
Bruce Springsteen.

How macho.
Hm.

CLATTERING
Oh.

Oh, hello, you two.
Oh, hello, Gloria.

I don't know if you've heard
what's happened at the pub.

Yeah, Dom rang me.
I hope Niall and Celine are OK.

Yes,
it's a very unfortunate business.

But the show must go on.

We've got a very important party
booked in this afternoon,

and we desperately
don't want to disappoint them.

So we were wondering
if we could use your van

to pick up some supplies
from the hypermarche.

Course. Anything I can do to help.
Thank you.

Eh...

I used to work as a barmaid.

Oh! Really?

Yeah, I had a bar job for years.
Everyone up north did.

How quaint!

I even worked in a fun pub
dancing on the bar.

Would it be too much to ask

if we could borrow you as well
for a couple of hours?

What, to dance on the bar?

No, of course not.

No, no, to talk us through things.

Er... yeah.

Tremendous.

Can we go now?

Oh. Er...

All right, then.

Give me five minutes.
I'll get changed.

Are you sure it's a good idea to
question this bloke without Caronn?

I mean, he sounds well dodgy.

It's an antiques-based enquiry, Dom.
I'm saving him time.

Hm!

HE YAWNS

BELL PLAYS 'LA MARSEILLAISE'

IN FRENCH:

Oh, this'll look nice in
the pub garden, won't it, darling?

You can't even tell the flowers
are fake so I can't k*ll them.

Keeping plants alive
is not your forte, my love.

You have to leave room
for some stock.

Mixers, lemons and stuff.
Oh, don't worry.

We can just balance them on top.
I'm not sure that's...

Caviar by the kilo, darling.
How wonderful. We should stock up.

Concentrate on the essentials.
That's exactly what we are doing.

You need to get some bar snacks.
That's what the caviar is for.

No... Crisps, pork scratchings,

scampi fries.

Scampi what?

Have you never had a scampi fry?

I've had linguistine.

Right.

I am going to change your life.
Follow me.

Oh!

FRENCH:

Look, darlings, tell me who sent you
to this address or you both die now.

I'm not kidding, sweeties.

BOTH: Oh.

S-Simone. Simone the copier.

Simone?

Oh, I love Simone.

Well, she's no harm.

Last I heard, though,
she was banged up,

which is a shame,
cos she's a belting copier.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

And where's that accent from?

Manchester.

Oh.

And I...
I reckon yours is from Gorton.

Fancy someone knowing
where Gorton is so far from home.

My mam still lives there.
I'm John Marsden.

Pleased to meet you.
Jean White.

Mum lives down the road in Reddish.
You're joking!

Yeah, past the Ellsworth pub.
I used to underage drink in there.

Where it all began.

LAUGHING

And where are you from?
Stoke.

Great [!]

So how can I help you, Jean White?

Well, I think it's us
that can help you.

Ooh!

I'm just, erm...

I'm-I'm just getting my phone
out of my bag.

Oh, it's fine, automatic reaction.

Right.

Erm...

Does this belong to you?

Hang on, let me get my specs. These
belonged to Dr Crippen, apparently.

I had to get the lenses changed,
obviously,

but weird and wonderful architects,
they're a passion of mine.

That's supposedly the noose from
the last UK public hanging in 1868.

But is John Marsden
telling the truth?

HE LAUGHS

Right, what am I looking at?

Oh, yeah. They're definitely mine.
Simone did a great job on 'em.

Cartier said there was
a five-year waiting list,

but I saw them in Vogue
and simply had to have 'em

for a Christmas do I was going to.

This was found in possession
of a man called Georges Allaire.

Do you know him?

Oh, that old cretin!

He worked for me for years
till I sacked him.

He obviously took a souvenir
with him, the cheeky monkey.

He was found dead this morning.

Oh, I see.

And you think
I had summat to do with that?

Trust me, Jean,
if I did, you would never know.

Right, however lovely it is to have
unexpected guests,

you too should leave now,
and thank your lucky stars

that Jean's mam lives down the road
from mine,

otherwise you'd be leaving in a box.

See you, loves.

You did what?
It was about the cuff link.

I thought I was saving time.

I would not go near John Marden's
house without a warrant,

armed guards and a team of lawyers.
He is a very dangerous man!

We're very aware of that.

You could have been k*lled.
Yeah, we're very aware of that too.

Who would be responsible if anything
happened to either of you? Me!

How dare you put me
in that situation?

I thought we respected each other.
Of course we do.

Of course, yeah.
Your actions tell me differently.

KNOCKING

The swords were on loan to
San Victoire Museum.

They were stolen in transit on
their way back to Paris months ago.

That's why there was nothing
on the local police database.

Thank you.

I also did a little digging.
Georges Allaire and his accomplice

David Monroe were recognised in
police photographs by the driver.

And then what happened?

They were both put in a line-up.

David was picked out, but Georges
played his little old man routine.

The driver lost confidence

and would not commit
to a positive identification.

I presume David
stayed loyal to Georges?

Don't they always?

Very good work, Richard.

Thank you, sir.

Now, you must both promise me

you will never put me
in that position again.

Course not. We're sorry.
We are really sorry. Really sorry.

Now, will you come to the museum
with me?

TEXT ALERT

Well, you never have to ask twice
when there's a museum involved.

You all right?

Gloria wants me to meet her
at La Couronne urgently.

She's written it in capital letters,
with an angry face emoji.

Oh. Oh.

I'd better go.
Yeah.

Hiya.

I got your text. Are you OK?

Oh, am I pleased to see you.
What's so urgent?

It's Jeremy and Judith,
they're driving me mad.

You've got to help me.
Oh, no, no, no, no.

I had a summer job slicing lemons
in a holiday camp once.

Wreaked havoc with my paper cuts.

I only offered them
a lift to the cash and carry.

So why are you behind the bar?

The new mayor is having a
celebration here for her staff later

and Judith is
insisting on going through with it.

No, sorry, I'll ask again,
why are YOU behind the bar?

They needed help.

SIGHS

You are too kind, you, Glo.

Kind or gullible, I'm not sure.

You need to learn how to say no.
Put your foot down.

Gloria, I did it wrong again.
Oh, Judith!

How many times do I have to
show you how to change a barrel?

I just don't think my hands are
as masculine as yours. Oh, Dominic!

Thank you for coming to help.
You can take over from Gloria.

So good of you.
No, no, I've got to...

I really don't know what we would do
without our friends.

SIGHS

All right.

Put my foot down, eh?

Hm!

When life gives you lemons...

All these stories in one place.
Pardon?

Well, I believe that every object
carries its own history and energy.

It's very busy in here.
Energy?

I know it sounds daft, but I've
got this mixing bowl my gran gave me

and every time I use it for baking,
well, everything turns out better.

It's like it retains her energy.

Since I lost my wife,

every possession in our home
retains a memory.

Hey. It's OK, Caron.

It's only me.

So, do those possessions
offer any comfort?

Sometimes.

But not always.

Do you know what, Caron?

I think you should have a clear-out.

And if you need a hand,
I'd be happy to help.

I became quite the expert
at letting go when Rory died.

Thank you, Jean.

FOOTSTEPS

Monsieur Caron?

Oh.

CLEARS HIS THROAT

Here is an inventory

of everything that was stolen
from the ambushed van.

Thank you.

And the swords
were definitely loaded onto the van?

Of course.

They had been on loan from Paris
and they were due to be returned.

Did you see anyone suspicious
in the museum that day?

Not that I can remember.

To get to the loading bay,
you'd need one of these.

Hm.
Very good.

Thank you for your assistance.

Pleasure.
Can I keep this?

Of course.
Oh. Thank you.

Oof!

What a haul!

Where have I seen
that theodolite before?

Theodolite?

Here, it's here on the inventory.

It's an instrument for measuring
vertical and horizontal angles,

but this one's
particularly exquisite.

That's supposedly the noose from
the last UK public hanging, 1868.

But is John Marsden
telling the truth?

LAUGHING

I know where I've seen it.

Where?

Marsden's house.

Are you sure?

I'm positive.

It's obvious.

Allaire must have done
the museum job for Marsden.

When he was sacked, he must have
helped himself to the cuff links

and Marsden's k*lled him for it,

with his own loot. The swords!

We need to get Monsieur Marsden in
for questioning.

I know.

I suggest you make yourself scarce.
Of course.

If he even
has a whiff of your involvement,

your life would be in danger.

Gloria, you have to change
the other barrel as well.

You've got to learn to do it
yourself, Judith.

But you're a mechanic!
What's going on?

Jeremy and Judith have got this do
on so we're all pitching in.

ALARM
Oh! Oh, no, the vol-au-vents!

I've not had a vol-au-vent
since 1984.

LAUGHING

Do you need a hand?
Oh, please, love.

Judith?

ALARM STOPS

Do you know
what you're doing back there?

Yeah, I think I'll be all right.

IN FRENCH

BELL RINGS

Caron and mini Caron!

What a lovely surprise.

I'd say unexpected,
but I saw you on my CCTV.

You look good on camera, Caron.

Monsieur Marsden,

myself and Gendarme Richard
would like you to accompany us

to the station
to help us with our enquiries.

Oh, look at you.
Aren't you gorgeous?

HE LAUGHS

Laugh.

THEY LAUGH

Gendarme Richard is a black belt
in three martial arts disciplines.

Ooh! Small but deadly.
You should come work for me.

Laugh. Laugh.

LAUGHING

As I said, we would like you
to accompany us to the station.

Am I under arrest?
No.

We'd like to ask you a few questions
to help us with our enquiries.

Does it do your head in?

Pardon?

The uncertainty of me.

I do not understand.

My unpredictability.

Never knowing
what I'm gonna do next.

SPEAKS IN FRENCH

Tell him to meet me
at the police station.

My solicitor.
I'm sure you understand.

Of course.

OK, well,
give me a few minutes to change.

I can't be seen in
loungewear outside the house.

I'm not living in the UK now.

Laugh.

Andrea, at last. My saviour.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.
The cavalry's here.

Come on, everybody, out, out, out.
Let the professionals take over.

Do stay for the party, though. It's
the least I can do to say thank you.

Thanks, Judith, I could m*rder
a G and T. Oh, me too.

No free G and T, but by all means,

help yourselves
to a glass of Prosecco.

I'm shattered,
so I think I'm gonna get off.

Oh, no, Dominic, I insist,
stay for one.

Ple-e-e-ease!

All right, I'll stay for a bit,
yeah.

Judith, thank you for organising
the even!

Absolutely my pleasure.

No trouble at all.
An absolute breeze.

May I congratulate you
on your victory?

Oh, now, these are our friends
who helped us get ready today.

ALL: Hello.

Dom, actually,
our newly elected mayor

I think most probably
can help you out.

Oh, really? Yes, passionate
about potholes, aren't you?

Repairing them.

Oh!
Exactly.

Maybe you too
should get your heads together.

Dom is always banging
on about the state of the roads.

Let's get a glass of champagne,
shall we?

Come on!

Isn't that the poor woman
who found the body this morning?

Oh, yeah!

Shall we go and say hello,
make sure she's all right?

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Hello, again.

I'm so sorry, I forgot your name.

Oh. I'm Nadine.

Oh. Yeah. Hello.

Hi.
How are you doing?

Um... It's still
all a bit of a blur, really.

I keep thinking, was that real?

Oh, I'm exactly the same.

TEXT ALERT
Oh, sorry.

Excuse me for a minute.

You can confirm your name
is John Marsden?

No comment.

I already know the answer,
Mr Marsden.

Well, if you already know...

No comment.

It will make it easier for both
of if we had a conversation,

Monsieur Marsden.

SIGHS
Look, if you... Ssh.

The last person to shush me

found themselves in very
disabilitating circumstances.

Do you understand?

Come on, then, what do you
wanna know? I wanna get home.

They're re-running
Golden Girls tonight.

Did you know Georges Allaire?
You know I did.

He did a few odd jobs for me
over the years.

What, like the Paris artefacts
exchange robbery?

An item of the theft has been
identified to be in your possession.

Who-Who's identified that?

I am not at liberty to say.

Well, I'm not at liberty to answer,
then, dear.

Did you know that Allaire
was in possession

of some other very expensive items
stolen from you?

Really? I hadn't noticed. I have
lots of expensive items, babe.

I'm a bit of a collector.

I propose that you found out
Allaire had stolen from you

and consequently m*rder*d him
with the stolen swords

from the Paris exchange robbery.

Very flamboyant. Very John Marsden.

Well, that sounds sensational.

Tell me more. What time did you say
he was m*rder*d that night?

Around 9pm.

I see.

Well, your theory
would be utterly marvellous

if it wasn't for the fact that
I was in another country.

My jet only landed at eight
this morning,

and I believe
Allaire had been discovered by then.

Check the air traffic report.

Now, while we wait for that little
penny to drop, how about a coffee?

She's parched.
I'll have a soya latte, please.

You want anything?

SIRENS IN DISTANCE

Oh!
You OK?

Yeah. Marsden was out of the country
when Allaire was k*lled.

What? That was Caron.
He's had to let him go.

Do you think he'll come after us?

No. Caron wouldn't have dropped us
in it.

Oh. You mean like I did with Simone.

Dom, you had a g*n
pointed at your head.

Yeah, but, even so.

Besides, he wasn't even bothered
about Simone.

I think I need a whiskey.

A whiskey?

I've never seen you drink whiskey.

I only drink whiskey
when I'm really, really tired.

Oh, bless you.

Tell you what, I'll get you one.
Got to get my bag, anyway.

SIGHS

Hey, guess what. She knows my mate
Claire who works at the council.

Really? Great.

I'm gonna go say goodbye.

Oh, I'll come with you.
OK.

Oh, Andrea, sorry, I'm just
looking at all your whiskeys.

There's so many to choose from.

Where's my whiskey?

We have to follow her.
Who? Nadine.

Why?
Stop asking questions.

I'll explain on the way.

How can we follow her
when she's not left yet?

That's a very good point.

OK, right, I'll slip out the back,
you keep her talking, text me

when she leaves
and I'll hide behind Madeleine.

Oh.

I was just coming to say
thank you to you and your friend

for being so kind.

Oh, yes,
she's just nipped to the loo.

OK. Well, thank you...

Dom.
Dom.

Er... Your friend didn't tell me
her name?

Jean. Jean.

Please say thank you
to Jean for me.

Yeah, I will. Yeah.

Bye.

Your luck just gets better,
old chap.

Sorry, Jeremy, me and Jean...

Our mayor's daughter
is studying astrophysics

and needs someone who
knows their way round a telescope.

Right. I...

And you know your aurora borealis
from your aurora australis.

Yeah. It's just north and south,
really.

Yeah, but maybe you can help.

Er...
TEXT ALERT

Oh. Erm...

Just give her my number.
I'd love to help.

Family issues, I think,
or something.

BELLS RING

So why have we followed her?
I just need to have a look around.

I've got an idea.
Are there gonna be g*ns again?

I hope not.
Oh, good.

Mind you, I am here

because I suspect that she stabbed
a man through the heart,

so...
What?

So she's the m*rder*r?
Hm. But why?

I think it's all about revenge.

Revenge?

Yeah.

But... I need to be sure.
What?

HE SIGHS

I am not happy about this.
Come on, just follow me.

GASPS

The cuff link!

GASPS

Dom...

Go round to the front door
and ring the doorbell

and distract her for a bit.

I can't do that to a woman
on her own, you big nutter.

Well, just ring the doorbell
and run away, then.

I haven't done that since I was ten.

Please, Dom.
I'll meet you back in Madeleine.

All right.

RINGING

I'm getting too old for this.
Nonsense. You're in your prime.

Caron?

You are not going to believe this.

Will you check that for us?
Yeah, of course.

Can I ask where you were last night?

At home. Alone.

Can anyone verify that?

I was on my own.
Hm.

Why were you in possession
of this cuff link?

I... found it down the road
from the m*rder this morning.

And you forgot to mention it?

Ah.

Must have been
the shock of discovering the body.

Yes, that must have been
quite traumatic.

It was.

The cuff link looked expensive

and I don't get paid much
as a consulate worker.

KNOCKING
Hm.

DOOR OPENS

WHISPERING

Very good.
Thank you.

I don't think
you're telling the truth, Nadine.

If it wasn't for my good friend
Gloria being on the scene,

I think you might have
just got away with it.

I have absolutely no idea
what you're talking about.

Really? Are you completely sure
about that?

This is how I see it.

I think you k*lled Georges Allaire.

And I think it's something you
wanted to do for a long, long time.

It was your lanyard
that gave you away.

And your surname seemed familiar,
too.

Everyone thought all the artefacts
from the Paris exchange robbery

were stolen from the van en route,

but they weren't,
were they, Nadine?

We have evidence
that you used your council pass

to enter the museum that they.

And you were seen on the CCTV
camera taking the epees

hours before the van left.

But you were very lucky with the
timing of the ambush of the van,

weren't you?

Now nobody would ever suspect you.

But why?

Why use the swords
to m*rder an old man so brutally?

It was about honour...

and revenge,

and one of the last duels
ever to take place in France.

Duels?

Hm. A long time ago.

It involved Georges Allaire and a
young rival called Renee Briseois,

who was taking over his patch.

So he asked him out in a dual.

It took place
and Allaire was the clear winner.

In fact, it was called off
after the first blood.

It became famous because, unusually
for the time, it was photographed.

No-one ever saw Rennee Briseois
again.

I'm guessing that he was your
father? What happened, Nadine?

OK.

Enough now.

The day after the dual
my father had gone.

There was no sign of him.

My mother and him were so in love
and then, nothing.

When I was younger, I was so angry
and confused about him.

When I got older,
I needed to know why he left us.

So I decided
to start looking for him.

Go on.

After exhausting every avenue,

at last, 18 months ago,
I found my father.

He didn't have long to live.

I asked him why he left us.

Georges Allaire said either
my father left town after the duel

or he would k*ll us,
me and my mother.

So, he was protecting you
all these years,

protecting you from Georges Allaire?

I vowed that day
that I would avenge my father.

You're, erm... You're an
expert fencer, aren't you, Nadine?

It was the fencers on a whiskey
bottle that gave me my final clue.

I had been preparing
for this moment all my life.

Allaire lived in San Victoire,

so one night,
I followed him down the alley.

And into a field
on the outskirts of town.

Georges Allaire.
Huh?

Uh.

HE GRUNTS

'I gave him a couple of chances,
but he was no match for me.

'I took the cuff link
to put next to my father's picture.'

To show him revenge
had finally been done.

And you m*rder*d an old man?

No. I m*rder*d Georges Allaire.

Georges Allaires.

What I don't understand is why you
went back to the scene of the crime.

The time of death shows
that you k*lled him

around 9pm, the night before.

This is the last thing
my father ever gave me.

I didn't know it was missing
until I woke up.

'I found it in his hands,

'but that's when Gloria saw me.'

I can never be without this.

It carries his energy.

SIGHS

Gloria, thank you for today.
No problem.

You've been a real workhorse.

Well,
I think that all went very well.

HE CHUCKLES

What?

TEXT ALERT

Dom, I think we might need...

SNORING