01x02 - Creatures of Habit

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Maxime, Natalia, all
is set on the terrace.

The Belroses are here.

Okay.

- Hi!
- Hi.

I'm good, thank you.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm gonna get you a drink, hm?

You're making c*ck now.

Would you like to
have a drink with us?

Do you have time for that?

Maybe later.

Just the way you like it, Talia.

Mm. Thank you, Maxi.

- Enjoy.
- Thank you.

- So, ladies, cheers.
- Very nice.

Cheers to you. Thank
you for the invitation.

Thank you very much.

- Is everything okay?
- Sure.

- Is she mad at something?
- No, no, don't worry.

It's okay.

Sorry.

Sorry... my mistake.

No worries.

- Oh, my God.
- Talia. Talia.

Talk to me, Talia.

A doctor! Please,
someone call a doctor!

Call an ambulance, please!

- Bitter almonds...
- Poison.

My bet is cyanide.

Swift k*ller.

Painful way to go.

Personal or...?

Isn't it always?

Okay, Ramz, get to work.
I'll call our lieutenant.

Okay, guys, let's do this.

♪ And since that moment

♪ My life was yours

♪ And through the seasons

♪ Our love endures

♪ Though the ups and downs of
life, ins and outs of life ♪

♪ Might go on

♪ Still you make
my life complete ♪

♪ And it's only
you that I love ♪

Coffee?

What are you doing here?

Ugh! Man!

What, are you really
not pleased to see me

or is this just your
regular morning face?

We had a deal. You
should be focusing...

Yeah, I know we had a
deal, and I am focused.

Nothing focuses my mind

like a few hands of
blackjack in the morning.

More to the point, I've
just heard the news

that my poor friend
Maxi's wife died.

So, please.

You're gambling now?

Why
am I not surprised?

What should I call
you today, hm?

Joe? Jack? Harry?
Peter Dylan the Third?

Oh, Harry is just fine.

Bag this, please.

Can we get a photo
of the glass, please?

Can you bag the glass and
the water bottle, please?

You say
nothing. You do nothing.

Nothing. Got it.

Nothing.

Nothing's a problem
for me, you know.

So, he's your new driver?

What's he's doing here?

Nothing. What do we got?

Natalia Beauregard, casino
owner Maxime's wife.

Died instantly.

Ramz!

C.O.D. most likely cyanide,

but we'll have to wait
for the full autopsy.

Ramz.

Empty those.

Can you get the trash, please?

Casino guests are inside.

Victim was with
her husband and...

friends.

Let's split.

Ah, this is, erm,
Lieutenant Delmasse.

Monsieur Beauregard,
I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Talk me through what happened.

Did your wife eat or drink
anything out of the ordinary?

No, no. I fixed her
a c*ck as usual.

Nothing but routine, you know.

The cosmo was untouched.

Were you with her
the whole time?

No. She, uh, had been
feeling a little low.

So I talked to
some guests and...

Have you or your wife
received any threats lately?

No.

Why would anyone
want to harm Natalia?

Your casino is one of
the city's landmarks.

You're the owner.

Lots of women must have
been jealous of your wife.

Did you see anyone
acting strange?

Um, I mean, it's a casino.

Behavior here is always
a bit strange, so...

How well did you know Natalia?

I guess I knew her enough

to know that she was
sweet, very sweet...

Bit clingy,
though, right?

I mean, body clock
ticking and all that?

Hey, we're asking questions,
not speculating...

It's true.

Natalia wanted to have a baby.

How do you know?
Did she tell you?

Um...

Can you please remove yourself?

Maxi's not exactly

the faithful type,
is he, though?

I mean, not the settling kind.

I guess... yeah.

Oh, hi.

Okay. I'll go.

Your man Harry here
is something else.

Like a pesticide.

Yes, the irritation
certainly lingers.

Do you want to talk
to the sisters?

I think
I got the picture.

The one on the left is jealous
of the one on the right.

The one on the right keeps
looking over sis's shoulders

to see if she can spot Maxime.

So, I'd say she's been
sleeping with him,

but the other one would like to.

I bet neither of them really
got on with the victim.

So, that makes both
of them suspects.

And the assistant
confirmed Maxime to be...

quite promiscuous.

Hm.

- Lieutenant Delmasse.
- Hi.

You're Maxime's
assistant, right?

Uh, yeah.

Know anyone with a
grudge against Maxime?

No. I mean, there
was a high roller

that got kicked out of the
casino about a week ago, but...

Do you have a name?

Uh, Roxie Roland.

She got thrown out for cheating.

She made some threats.

I'll need
to see CCTV of that.

Isn't that great?

- Excuse me.
- Sure.

Margaux, what are
you doing here?

Police said I had to stay.

And then I met this
charming gentleman.

Yeah, and you never told me
you had such an intriguing

and beautiful younger sister.

I'm in charge, and I say go!

Well, she actually saw Maxime
and Natalia arrive together,

so technically she's a
witness and has to stay.

I really like your new friend.

He's cute.

But a bit old.

- Cute?
- Old?

Come here.

Okay. What on
earth is wrong now?

We had a deal. Now get
me that information.

You have 24 hours, or I'll...

Nail my ba*ls to
the deck of my crappy boat.

I know.

Whoa!

I've just
arrived at the casino

and I have an appointment
with Mr. Beauregard.

Where are you at?

Rooftop terrace?

Yeah, I just arrived
at the casino.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Is that Dior you're wearing?

'Cause I had you pegged

for more of a "Juliette
has a g*n" kind of a girl.

24 hours.

Don't test me.

24 hours.

Okay, then.

Whew! Okay.

Nina again?
What did she want?

She met with Maxime.

What's up with the blond dude?

I can't tell you yet, Lea.

Yeah, been a lot of that lately.

You mentioned
Natalia wasn't feeling well.

Others say she was upset.

Care to comment?

Domestic quarrels, nothing big.

Because of your... antics?

What are you implying?

What is she implying?
I loved her.

- I would never hurt her.
- But you slept around.

And you wouldn't give her the
one thing she really wanted.

A baby.

Are you here to judge?

Just trying to understand.

Natalia knew what
she was getting into.

I made it clear from the start.

Was she threatening to put
a stop to all your antics?

Take you for every penny.?

It was a
mutual agreement.

Years ago, I had
a vasectomy done.

I cannot produce
children at all.

She knew it.

I didn't k*ll Natalia.

Come in.

I got your text.
What do you want?

I know this
must be hard for you.

Your father's
admission of guilt.

It's a mistake. We'll appeal.

Your father has admitted
to all the accusations.

He signed a confession.
Didn't they tell you?

Philippe had a bank account
with three million Euros in it.

Anyone can open a bank account.

He's been seen on CCTV in
a bank doing it last year.

CCTV can be tampered with.

Do you understand the
gravity of the situation?

This spills over on all of us.

Public doesn't
trust us as it is.

Everyone knows who
your father was.

And everyone knows who you are.

How do you think you're
gonna do your job

in light of what's happened?

What are you saying?

I think it would be
in everyone's interest

if you took some time.

You're dismissed.

The woman we kicked
out three days ago.

Roxie came in three
nights in a row.

She cheated every time.

What kind of money
are we talking about?

On the first night,
she walked away

with the guaranteed
prize money of $50,000.

On the second, $100,000.

And on the third,
almost $250,000.

How did she cheat?

We don't know.

Then how do you
know she cheated?

No one is that good.

Do you know where she's staying?

- No.
- Hm.

Was she here when
the m*rder happened?

Surely she was banned.

Not officially.

She could have found
a way to get inside.

Turn up the sound, please.

You haven't heard the
end of this, Maxi.

You just wait!

"Maxi"?

- Did she know him?
- I don't think so.

Is there any way she could have
come close to Mrs. Beauregard?

No one is allowed
near the private bar.

It's my job to
make sure of that.

Okay.

Get me every piece of video
footage of that woman.

Yes, ma'am.

Hello, Philippe.

What have I done to earn a visit
from the new chief of police?

Didn't think you could
tear yourself away

from the new office.

Well, I'm not really
here about you.

Camille doesn't agree with you?

Or just being the regular pain?

She has a little
trouble cooperating.

Wonder who she got that from.

So we wondered if you
might help her see sense.

You think she'd listen to me?

I think it'd be in
her best interests.

And if I don't?

We just want what's best.

And who, exactly, is "we"?

The police force. Obviously.

So, you think you know what
it's like at the top, Nina?

You haven't the faintest clue.

And then one day you wake up

and find yourself in
the gathering storm,

clinging on to the
last shred of light.

I can see you've had
some time to think.

Maybe that's what it does
to you, being locked up.

I wouldn't know.

- I'm not the one behind bars.
- Mm.

- Talk to Camille.
- My daughter is her own woman.

And I am proud of that.

So... no.

A high roller on
a winning streak

would know every inch of a
casino is closely monitored.

Why lose her cool
and make a threat?

- Personal?
- She called him Maxi.

Like a reflex.

I bet she knew him.

So, Roxie has a motive.

She was banned. But
is it strong enough?

She had opportunity,
but no access.

Talking about
motives, a week ago,

Maxime fired his long-standing
bartender, Yevgeny.

A barman might know his poisons.

Except he left the country.

But according to other staff,
he was getting down and dirty

with the assistant,
Bella Degarmo.

Never guess, would you?

Definitely not the dirty part.

Turns out Maxime doesn't
allow employee relationships.

Unless they're with
him, of course.

Either way, Bella
Degarmo wasn't happy.

- A
- disgruntled assistant.

Not much of a motive.

Okay, I have to know.

Harry?

What's going on?

- Nothing's going on.
- Come on.

I don't mean in that way.
That's none of my business.

I mean, Harry just
rocks up here again,

playing Sherlock Holmes.

And you let him?

He smells like a bad egg.

I know. It's complicated.

- Chief Le Blanc.
- Jesus Christ, Lea!

I've been trying to
reach Camille for hours.

Who the hell do you
guys think you are?

- Eliot freaking Ness?
- It's for you.

Put her on the phone
now, or it's your a*s!

- Yeah.
- You've been avoiding me.

Well, I've been working.

Just got off the
phone with the mayor.

Maxime Beauregard is a close
personal friend of his.

Mayor wants this case solved.

And I think we owe it to
him, given all the crap

he's had to field
about your father.

For me, it's a win-win.

Solve it, mayor's happy.

Not solve it, and your
performance rating'll drop,

which is the only thing
keeping you in a job right now.

Why would I care what you think?

Like father, like daughter.

He looks well, by the way.

Sorry?

Yeah, I went to see him.

You didn't dare!

I had hoped to tell
you about it, but...

you wouldn't take my calls.

b*tch.

Hello, Fredo.

I thought you were dead.

But you're quite
healthy for a dead man.

Correction. You
hoped I was dead.

And now you've come out of
hiding from your rabbit hole.

What do you want? Is it money?

Why? You feeling
guilty, Fredo?

For shopping me to the Swiss?

I've got to say, they
make lovely clocks,

but their sense of
justice is just cuckoo.

I've come to call in a favor.

One that you owe me.

What's it worth?

Me keeping my mouth shut.

And a copy of that hard drive
with all your affairs on it

that you're so keen
to get your hands on.

You give me the drive... and
what do you want from me?

Julien Boire.

One that you should
stay far away from,

if you don't want to trade
your rabbit hole for a coffin.

I want to know where he is,

and anything that
can connect him

to the former chief
of police in Cannes.

You give me what I want,
and you get your drive back.

And you'll never
hear from me again.

Give me till tomorrow.

My number.

Arrivederci, Fredo.

See if you can get
anything from this photo.

Dig on the internet,
social media, anything.

And do a facial
recognition search.

- She might have a record.
- Copy that.

I'll check the
hotels and Airbnbs.

- Nothing comes up.
- Really?

Could be a fake name.

Yeah, probably is,
if she's a cheat.

Okay, so, we have a
recent development.

Natalia was six weeks pregnant.

And Maxime had a vasectomy done.

So, who's the father?

And did Maxime know?

Where are you going?

To have a word
with Mr. Vasectomy.

Just go inside, now!

Daddy!

Wanna go to the pool?

'Cause I know you are
not a fan of the beach.

Why are you here?

More questions?

The autopsy showed that
Natalia was six weeks pregnant.

I know. She told me.

She wanted to keep it.

But you
are not the father.

No.

I fired him.

Who?

The father.

Yevgeny.

- The barman?
- Yeah.

Natalia seduced him

because you wouldn't
give her what she wanted.

I couldn't ask her
to get rid of it.

It was her decision.

Did you know she
financed all this?

The casino.

It was her money.

Do you know this woman?

No. Should I?

That's Roxie Roland.

She was unofficially
banned from the casino.

She threatened you.

Yeah. Now I remember, yeah.

She was acting crazy.
She was thrown out.

But no, I don't know her.

You're sure?

100%.

Alright.

Nice view. I'll see you.

Yeah.

So, the Belrose sisters
arrived before the Beauregards

and were served drinks
by Bella Degarmo.

Maxime arrives and
serves his wife's drink.

A cosmo, which she didn't touch.

Instead, she drank
a bottle of water.

The sisters stayed on the
terrace the whole night.

- Ramz.
- So, autopsy report confirmed

S*ddam's poison of
choice... Cyanide.

But after closer
examination, the poison

was actually in the
lipstick on the bottle.

She was already poisoned

when her lips
touched that glass.

Which means anyone could
have tampered with it

before she reached the terrace.

Correct.

Maxime knew Natalia
was pregnant.

He fires the barman, AKA father,

and had opportunity.

But did he really
k*ll his wife, hm?

And Bella Degarmo?

Bella's barman lover
had just been sacked,

and was the father
of Natalia's child.

She was pissed, had both
opportunity and motive.

There are no prints
on the lipstick

except Natalia's own.

But I went through
the garbage...

That's four years of
forensic studies for you...

And I found these.

Latex gloves?

Close. Nitrile.

And I already checked with
the casino cleaning staff...

They use latex.

Mm. So, nitrile gloves?

Yeah, chemical gloves,
resistant to potassium cyanide,

among other nasty substances.

So, whose are the
gloves? Roxie's?

We have nothing to tie her to
the lipstick or the poison.

Hm. Check the gloves
for cyanide traces.

Will do. And I'll clean them
and turn them inside out.

That way, we can get prints.

It won't win the Nobel
prize. It's been done before.

Criminals think they
safe using gloves.

They're not.

What are we missing?

We need to go through
the footage again, mm?

Where are we on the photo?

Nothing.

Facial recognition
program still running.

She has no records.

We need to find a way
to flush Roxie out.

How?

We don't know where she is,
nor where she's staying.

Did you miss me?

Not really.

Well, I might have some
news on you-know-who later.

Oh, that's good.

Listen, I'm right in the
middle of something, and...

Actually, meet me at the casino.

- Okay.
- Now.

At the casino.

Okay, Maxi, how quickly
could you rustle up

a high-stakes poker game?

- Depends on the prize money.
- Half a mill.

- A matter of minutes.
- Bang!

See?

We'll have to wait
until the casino opens.

And lift the ban
on Roxie Roland.

We need her here for the game.

Only invitation, no guests.

Okay. See you, guys.

Thanks, Maxi.

How do you know she'll come?

She'll come. It's
human nature.

Absolutely.

We have all our
suspects tonight.

If this backfires,

Nina's gonna have your
lady-ba*ls for breakfast.

I'll tell her it was your idea.

I'll tell her it
was Harry's idea.

Fair enough.

- Where is he, by the way?
- I don't know.

Get started with that footage.

- I'll catch up later.
- Yeah.

Well, all the invited players
are here except this Roxie.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

Let me introduce
you... my player.

- Harry?
- Yeah.

If someone can
break her, it's him.

I run a casino.

Harry's my insurance.

Excuse me.

You're a cardsharp?

Eh, I've been known to play
a few hands in my time.

So, our game is
no-limit Texas hold'em,

a variant on seven-card stud
played at all the biggest

poker tournaments
all around the world.

The buy-in here
is set at 100,000.

The pot will be half a mill.

There'll be five players,
one of which is your bogey.

Now, poker is a
window into the soul.

So if we're gonna find out
if she's hiding something,

the best way is to beat
her fair and square.

And to do that, we're gonna
have to work out her tell.

- Her tell?
- Oh, come on, Camille.

You've been to the
movies, surely?

- Humor me.
- Okay.

Well, poker is a game about
human behavior and psychology.

It's not always about
who has the best cards.

Although...

it certainly helps.

It certainly can be.

You see, it's all about
bluffing and illusion,

and creating doubt
in your opponents

so that they reveal their tell.

We all have our
tics, our foibles.

We are, after all,
creatures of habit.

And what if she has no tell?

Roxie Roland was suspected
of cheating and thrown out,

although no surveillance camera
ever caught her cheating.

Oh, come on, Camille.
We all have our tells.

Even you.

Okay, so I know you're not
arresting her for cheating.

So, you... think
she's the k*ller?

Hello?

Ground control to Major Tom.

Some way, Roxie Roland
poisoned Natalia Beauregard.

I need to know how.

We'll keep her here
as long as possible.

You'll be miked up.
I'll be upstairs...

watching you.

Oh, well, that's a
comforting thought.

Mm-hmm.

Yes, Ramz?

The facial recognition
search just came through.

Nothing on criminal records,

but I found this old staff photo
on the restaurant web page.

It may not look like her...

but it's impossible to
fool this technology.

Ramz, good job.

Thanks, boss.

I knew it.

So, that's, um...

Yes.

Stay focused.

Oh, I'm focused.

You keep watching.

So, these are all the footage
with Natalia and Roxie?

Mm-hmm.

We need to find a way of
getting the poison from A to B.

This is the same night.

Roxie's in the bar
the whole time.

Ah! Good evening, everyone.

Hello, sir.

Oh!

How do I talk to him?

Just press this button here.

- Simple.
- Simple.

Guess who?

Hello, Lady Luck.
Or are you Miss Misery?

Oh, very classy.

Good evening.

I don't believe we've met.

Harry King.

Roxie Roland.

What's your poison?

Um... Excuse me?

Can I get you a drink?

Um... No, I'm fine, thanks.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we'll be playing a game
of no-limit Texas hold'em.

The buy-in is set
at 500K minimum.

Okay? Small blind, big blind.

Alright! Time to dance.

Good luck, everyone.

The disgruntled assistant.

Here they go.
Can you find out where to?

Mm.

Opening at 2,000.

Call 2,000.

Call as well.

Here they are.

Toilets.

No camera in the toilet room?

No, it's forbidden.

No game tables in there.

Opening at 2,000 again.

Fold.

Call 2,000.

Showdown. Last one to raise.

Ace high.

Two pairs, I win.

Thank you, gentlemen.

She has no tell.

No betting pattern,
no physical tics.

How does she do it?

Well, you're the expert.

I fold.

20,000.

Opening at 20,000.

There!

Roxie's gone.

Call 20,000.

All in.

All in. 15,500 and all in.

Here she is.

Toilets as well.

So, Roxie had opportunity.

Showdown. Your turn, sir.

A pair of kings.

Three of a
kind wins it all.

Good game.

Well played.

Thank you very much.

Don't mind if I do.

Two players left.

We'll do a small break
before the end game.

Okay?

Okay, so Roxie doesn't cheat.

She reads people. The
best I've ever seen.

- Come on.
- I'm serious.

She knows their tells.

She plays the percentages
until she susses a tell

and then she moves
in for the k*ll.

Look, Roxie had opportunity.

She followed Natalia
into the toilets.

She could have switched or
put the poisoned lipstick

- into her purse.
- Okay.

Except you have
absolutely no proof,

and you still need motive.

Don't rub it in.

I did notice
a scar on her wrist.

Suicide attempt?

I'll see what I can find out.

Well, do you have our k*ller?

Before you met Natalia,
were there any others?

What do you mean?

Other "mutual agreements"?

Other women?

Maybe other unexpected
pregnancies?

Answer me.

Why did you do the vasectomy?

Because something happened.

But it has nothing
to do with this.

Do you recognize this woman?

She had a scar.
She cut her wrists.

Eléonore.

She was a waitress.

What happened?

She got pregnant.

Hell hath no fury like a
woman scorned, Mr. Beauregard.

And the river is...

I don't know about you, Roxie,

but I think, uh, this
one might leave a scar.

But, you know, behind all scars,
there's a story, isn't there?

It's what makes us human.

And even if time heals
wounds, the little marks,

well, they remain, meaningless
to others, but to us,

they remind us who we were
at one exact moment in time.

Don't they, Roxie?

All in, big shot.

You?

I think I'll call.

- It's time.
- Yep.

Full house.

Were you paying attention
or were you too busy

wondering what he thinks?

That's not the king of spades.

Can't be.

Well, if it is, then
Harry's king of spades

completes his royal flush

and leaves your full
house in the dirt.

Police!

Get everyone out of here.

What? No. No. No, wait!

I want to see that
card. If you...

if you don't show
me that card, I win.

Eléonore?

Is that you?

Hello, Maxi.

Maxi broke your
heart, didn't he?

Left you alone, pregnant at 17.

So you had it removed and
you tried to commit suicide.

So what? Want a diploma?

But when he humiliated
you at the casino,

something snapped.

You wanted revenge.

So you k*lled the
one person he loved.

- Natalia.
- No!

I loved him, but...

Roxie Roland,
you're under arrest

for the m*rder of
Natalie Beauregard.

What? No! Wait! I
didn't k*ll her.

You have to believe me. I
wanted to break Maxi, not her!

- Yes, Ramz?
- Yes.

Just got the prints
from the gloves.

You are going to love this.

So, you're
positive she's the k*ller?

Yeah. Yeah, exactly.

Wow.

It's what they call
the butterfly effect.

An innocent seduction years ago

becomes a storm here and now.

When your wife slept with
your assistant's boyfriend

and got pregnant,
making you fire him,

it made Bella furious inside,

under all that composure.

Bella's loving man,

together with your
wife, having a baby...

made you want to k*ll her.

You could have switched
the lipstick anywhere.

Hey! Are you okay?

- I'm fine.
- You're sure?

Yes.

And in Roxie, you
had your perfect scapegoat.

Sorry, my mistake.

I saw you smile just now.

Almost the perfect plan.

This doesn't prove a thing.

But your fingerprints do.

Taken from the gloves you used
to poison the lipstick with.

Too bad.

You can uncuff Mrs. Roland.

Bella Degarmo...

you're under arrest for the
m*rder of Natalia Beauregard.

Let's go, pretty
girl. Come on.

Eléonore... I'm...

- I'm so sorry, I...
- Me too.

Can we talk?

Sure.

Please.

So, what's the...

Whoa!

What's the card?

Wouldn't you like to know?

I think she deserves to win.

Don't you?

Um...

His name is Julien Boire.

Boire's been in Cannes
for more than three weeks.

Oh, you're welcome.

Margaux?

Margaux? Marg...

What do you want?
I'm sleeping.

Delmasse. You
have a phone call.

I knew you
would play ball.

Actually...

you have no choice.

If you want to see
your daughters again.