01x02 - Sylia

[bunniefuu]

Grandiose music

...

- Right, then,
there's no brunch here.

You fooled me.

- You wouldn't have come, otherwise.
- All right, then.

There's no brunch.

- What?
- Yeah, that's it.

So? I still haven't had
my coffee yet.

- See these 3 windows?
- Yes, they are.

- This is Godard's office.

To get there,
you have to abseil

through the roofs.

Here, take a look.

- Okay, so you're crazy.

Do you really think
we're going to rob this guy?

- We have no choice.
We go back to the expert:

with his notebook,
we identify the thief of the kakemono.

You have to,
to find the painting

where you hid
Dad's memory card.

-I'm not!
Hold on, b*tches, 2 seconds.

I said yes
so we could ask around,

not to do this.

- Would you like to ask Godard:
"Do you work with drug dealers?"

- We'll talk to the police.

- To the police?

- Yes, to the police.
- They think Dad

died in an "accident".
- Quentin didn't.

- What, Quentin?

- He joined the police force
to find out the truth.

- I don't believe you.
- He believes you, anyway.

He thinks the investigation
was botched.

Soft music

Come on, Alex.

...

- What if he stops us all?

-After all he's done,
you doubt it? You've got a nerve.

We can trust him.

- Where was she found?
- In the Senlis forest this morning.

She must have been k*lled
after the robbery.

- A b*llet in the head.
That's professional work.

- Great. At the very least,
it proves that with Rupert,

we were on the right track.
We should have followed it.

- It's not over, boss.
Look what I found.

Look, boss.
- What's this?

- The authentication
of "The reader".

It was declared stolen
for over 60 years,

until this expert
miraculously arrives

to certify its provenance
and history.

-Thomas Godard,
who's that?

Ah, Captain!

Thank you so much for coming.
- Are you home?

- Good,
with Rupert's m*rder,

the Eiffel Tower affair
has taken on a whole new dimension.

You will work
with the action group

of Captain Assaya.

Hi, muscles!
- Howdy.

- You'll do.
- Yes, ma'am.

- I won't introduce you.
- No, you're not.

*Ringing

Sorry, excuse me.
Yes, I'm listening.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- I thought you knew.
- I didn't know. Did you know, Theo?

- Well, no.

- Is there a problem?

- We've been demoted,
like "we don't know how to work".

-Guys and their egos.
- No connection.

- We'll be together.

He imitates her.

Well, can you brief us?
*Notification

- Er... Go ahead, Theo,
start the brief.

*...

-So, can I have
your attention?

We're investigating the theft
of a "kakemono", a Japanese word,

so you don't understand.

The rest will be in French.
You should be able to understand it.

The kakemono has been stolen

at an exhibition
at the Eiffel Tower,

exhibition directed
by Angela Rupert.

She's alive,

and now she's dead:
she was m*rder*d

by our burglar.
Do you follow?

*Police siren

*...

*Telephone ringing

*...

- He's my boss.
Damn, he pisses me off

even on my lunch break.
Go ahead, I'll be right there.

*...

Yes, M. Maillard?

In the distance
-Tam!

*Sirene

The tires squeal.

- Watch out, as*h*le!

- What are you doing?
-What am I doing?

- Do you often degrade
public property?

- You've got a mermaid, so what?

- Your papers.
- There's a cop waiting for me.

- Papers, I told you.

-Stop it, Gwen!
- Let me go! Let me go!

- Stop, it's...
It's Tamara.

It's Tamara,

Sylia's sister.

- Hi, Gwen.
- Hi, Gwen.

- Tam, this is Gwen.

- His girl.
I'm his girl.

- Well, nice to meet you.

- So have I. I have a brief.
I'll see you tonight.

*Sirene
-Are you moving?

The tires squeal.

- Nice chick.

- She's not always
like this.

With the Eiffel Tower,
we're pretty tense right now.

- Why?
- This morning,

the superintendent was found
shot dead.

Here we go...
- Crap.

-We thought we were tracking

a thief
but she's a m*rder*r.

- It's hot.

- Are you sure it's
it's the same person?

- Inevitably, it's linked.

Whoever did this,
she's going to pay dearly.

What did you want,
did you want?

- Er, yes...

It was for Alex's school,
next year.

I wanted to know if she had
an official... criminal record.

- No, don't worry.
It's all clean.

- We're forgetting about Quentin, right?
- Yeah, we are.

- To unmask Godard,
we attack tonight.

- Did you hear about Rupert?
Do you want to get yourself k*lled?

- Do you have a better idea?
- I might.

"Signed Cat's Eyes,
Anne Sila

...

-Girls of today
-CHILDREN OF FORM

-We love to laugh and dance

Vienna midnight

When others fall asleep

We become for the night

-THREE LIVELY PANTHERES

WHO IN A FLASH
KNOW HOW TO BOND

NO SOUND
SISTERS IN SOLIDARITY

ON LAND OR IN THE AIR

MEETING EVERY CHALLENGE

CAT'S EYES

CAT'S EYES SIGN

CAT'S EYES

SIGN
CAT'S EYES SIGN

BELLES INCOGNITO
FABULOUS TRIO

IN MEPRISAL
OF ALL DANGERS

CAT'S EYES

- Good evening. Good evening.
- Good evening. Good evening.

*Beep

*...

*The door unlocks.
- Tam.

- You don't want to rob
an expert,

but you steal paintings
from your museum?

- I don't steal,
I borrow.

Take a look.

Perfect, that one.

- Won't anyone notice
that some are missing?

- No, they've just arrived.
Only the museum knows they're here.

Look how beautiful it is.

- What's the plan?

Suspenseful music

...

- Please, have a seat.
- Thank you for your time.

...

-Well, tell me
what I can do for you.

- I work for someone
who wishes to separate

valuable works of art.

...
- And?

-And I'll need

your expertise,

a proposal
of a discreet and serious buyer.

- Your customer,
do I know him?

- He wishes to remain anonymous.

- Yes, but unfortunately,
I'm not an art dealer,

but expert.

- Well, give me your expert eye
on my collection.

Tell me what my client's
my client's work.

I'm sure you won't
you won't regret it.

- Who referred you
to my firm?

- Friends of friends.

...

You know how it is.

In the evening, we talk among nice people.
-Uh-huh.

Everyone says that a man
like you is rare,

that you're the expert
to reintroduce

on the market for works
lost track of.

- Well, can you show me?
What style is it?

...

- Wow.

A Hokusai?

It's original,
unbelievable.

- The famous "Hodogaya,
on the road to Tokaido".

A very rare print.

- It's sublime.

I love it.

Where did you get it?

- My client has inherited some paintings
that he wants to sell as soon as possible.

I hear you're the
the ideal expert

to obtain
irreproachable certificates.

- Before making a certificate,
I need to check

that it is not
a copy.

My workshop is right there.

Will you follow me?
- Of course we do.

- Amazing...
You say you have more?

- Yes, I did.
I brought pictures.

Would you like to see?
- Ah yes!

Intriguing music

...

-How many more do you have?
- Five more!

*Computer beeps.

[Go on...]

We knock.

-Mr. Godard!
-Yes?

The police are here.
*Disconnection beep

...

-Can I go home now?
-Just a moment.

-Do you have something to hide?
-No, wait a minute.

...

- This police captain
wants to see you.

- Good morning, Mr. Godard.
- Good morning, Mr. Godard.

-Captain Chapuis of the DCPJ.

Do you have 2 minutes?
-Of course we do.

- Tell me, is it really you
who authenticated this kakemono?

- Yes, it is,
yes, that's me.

- It was stolen 3 days ago.
We are currently investigating.

I need the receipts,

analysis...
*Vibrator

*...

[-Yes, Tam?]
*-How are you doing?

- No, it's sh*t.
Quentin's here!

*-What's he doing here?
- He must have followed

the same track as us.
I don't know if he recognized me.

*-Calm down, breathe.
- Breathe? I'm going to jail!

-Yes, Abel will dump you
and you'll deal to survive.

- Very funny. Shut the f*ck up.

- Here, everything's in order.
- Thank you very much for your time.

I'll call you back if necessary.

- Please show the gentleman out.
- Thank you, sir.

Goodbye.

- So..,
are you under surveillance?

- I beg your pardon?
- What was that?

The police obviously know you.
They could have seen this painting.

Maybe you're not
the right person.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Leave it with me, will you?

I'll take good care of it...

waiting for the others.

Intriguing crescendo music

...

Nothing can happen to him here.

...

-This is the Fragonard
I told you about,

"A young girl and her dog",
arrived this morning.

Poignant music

There are 3 examples,
all made in the 18th century.

Beautiful, isn't it?
- Yes, it is.

...

- What's up?

- Jérôme, can you make me a meursault,
please? Thank you, Jérôme.

"Young girl and her dog

by Fragonard,
ring a bell?

- Did you find
another of Dad's paintings?

- I saw it in the safe
at Godard's.

- Could it be the one
memory card?

- Well...

Yes, well...

[-Putain.]

Do you know what this means?
- No, I don't. No, Tam.

We don't rob safes.
We don't know how.

- There are tutorials!

- No. We'll find a better
a better solution together.

We don't tell Alexia.
We don't say a word.

Clear?
- Very.

- Weren't you working today?
- Yes, I was.

- In that outfit?

- Yeah, there was a... vernissage
at the museum.

What, you don't like it?

- Yes, yes, serious.

Benji and Mehdi invite us
to dinner tonight.

- Ah no, sh*t, tonight,
I'm having dinner with the girls.

- OK.
Well, if you've got better things to do...

- But wait, can we reschedule?
- No, they're only here tonight.

- We can postpone,
on the other hand.

That's fine,
we can do this tomorrow night.

She'll be here, don't worry.
- Well...

- OK.

- What are you doing?
Are you kidding me?

- No, just enjoy it with your boyfriend,
it's fine.

We're each thinking on our own.
Nothing's going to happen tonight.

- You do nothing without me, Tam.

- Don't worry.

- Hop, and voilà.

Intriguing music

...

Lively music

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-Listen to me, Armand.
These are beautiful pieces,

but it's not the right time
to reintroduce them to the market.

-I can't understand you.
- It's very simple:

I'll stop forging certificates.

We'll be back in a few weeks.

- I don't understand that...

that you think you have a choice.
- I've got the police on my back.

They're convinced I had something to do
to Rupert's m*rder.

- She thought she had something to say about it.
- I beg your pardon? I didn't get that.

- I said:
"She thought she had a say."

They laugh.

- What's that, Armand?
Are those threats?

Careful, don't confuse me
with your lousy art dealer,

because you

and your peroxide poodle,
you'll be sorry.

- Oh!
He laughs.

- Does it make you laugh?

...
- Yes.

- I'm the expert.

I decide when we can
or when we can't.

Is it clear or not?

Soft music

- Prudence?
What do you think?

...

He screams.

...

He groans.

She barks.

...

- We're not alone
in this story, Thomas.

You're going to continue
the artwork, is that clear?

I'll be back in 2 days
to pick up the paintings,

with their certificate.

And don't forget the Fragonard.

D'ac?

He groans.

Okeydokey?

Heavy music

...

*Notification

...

- Godard's certificates
are in order. He's clean.

- He may be
a very good forger.

If he worked with Rupert,

is perhaps to help him
in his traffic.

But wait...
Yes, it's Chassagne!

- Who's that?
- What's he doing here?

He's a big art dealer.

If Godard works for him,
maybe he's in on it too.

- Could it be linked
with Rupert's death?

- I don't know about that,
but it's weird...

Take the camera.
Take a picture of his plate.

- sh*t! sh*t! sh*t!
- Go, go, go, go!

He's leaving, hurry up.
-EY629 "EY629".

- Why is he here?

- Hey, isn't that your ex?
- Yes, it's Tamara!

Wait, I'll go to her.
- What's up?

- Go ahead, don't move.
- I stay here?

Intriguing music

...

She gasps.

...
...

- Tam!

...
...

- Quentin?

...

- How are you?

- I'm fine, how are you?
- I'm good.

What are you doing right now?
- Just jogging.

- Jogging here?
- Yeah, on the docks,

like any self-respecting
who respects himself.

- OK...

- What?

- No, I don't know, it's funny...

You disappear for 5 years,

and I meet you
on every street corner...

It's weird.
I mean, it's funny.

- I could say the same thing to you.
- What do you mean, you could say the same thing to me?

- Are you following me or what?

- No, I don't...
I don't follow.

I mean, I was on a stakeout,
actually, and...

In the truck.
I saw you drive by, and...

I just thought
I'd say hello.

I mean, I wasn't expecting
to run into you, that's why.

You kept it, then?
- Keep what?

- The ear ring
I gave you...

- That was you?

- You haven't forgotten, have you?

It was our first
first official meeting.

Don't you remember?

- All the best.

Lively music

*-Hello, my little chemists!

Today, we're getting together
for a special tutorial

where I'll explain

how to open a safe
with liquid nitrogen.

Obviously, a small trigger warning,
chemists:

you're not doing this
to rob your neighbor,

just in case you've lost
the keys to your safe.

Liquid nitrogen,
what is it?

It is a liquid
at -196 degrees,

as cold
as your ex's heart

who told you not to worry
for his colleague,

and now she's going out with him.
Right, Virginie?

*We're going to need

protective eyewear,

gloves,

*and once we have that...
[-He's got a fart on his helmet...]

-we'll simply
apply liquid nitrogen

on all clamping points

from the trunk.

*-Wow!

- Second step of the tutorial :
time to type.

We're going all out,
it's still a safe.

Metal shocks

*...
Far shots

*...
...

Distant, indistinct conversation

...

-I was there the day she did it
for the first time,

she shocked everyone!

Oh, that was amazing.

- Come here, you.

Ah, well hello...
- What's up, girls?

- But you're back already?

- Will you introduce me?
- Well, yeah, Lily.

- Nice to meet you.

It's nice to meet you.
- Well... Same here.

Alex has told me a lot about you,
with South America here!

- What did she tell you?

-The assholes who attacked
the Amazon rainforest...

You jumped
from the Belo Monte dam

to denounce its construction.

- Don't believe any of this.
I'm just a lawyer.

She laughs.

- It's the same as Godard's.
You can practice.

Are you sure there's nobody here?
- This is a disused area.

- How do you know this place?

- We use it for
contemporary art exhibitions.

- It's weird, isn't it?
- Everything's weird these days.

Electro-pop music

...

It's been 2 hours, Tam!

- I know, but...

- It's not going fast!

- I know!
- It's going to take hours

to blow the thing!

- I know!

We have no choice.
A guy comes to pick up

the Fragonard tomorrow,
and the memory card, if it's there.

That gives me the day
to train.

- You can't do it alone.
I'm coming with you.

The device beeps.

- Do you climb often?

- I made some
just a month ago.

Bells ringing.

...

-What are you doing?
-2 seconds.

Want a Ricola?
- Pass the binoculars.

It seems to be moving,
at Godard's.

Here, take a look.

- Sushi delivery, carpet delivery...
It's a little soft.

We knock on the van.

-So, did you catch Capone?
- Nothing yet.

Are you taking over?

- Theo, you can leave us,
please?

Thank you.

He opens and closes the door.

I've been thinking
about what happened the day before yesterday.

- With what?
- Your ex. I was wrong.

- Don't worry,
you couldn't have known.

- Well, yes.
- What do you mean, you do?

- There are still a few photos
lying around.

I never forget a face.

- You never forget anything,
at the same time.

- I couldn't help it.
I know she gave you a hard time.

- Lucky me.
You smashed it on the bumper...

Soft music

...

Moans of pleasure
Metal squeaks

...
...

- Are you kidding me?

...
...

- Well then?
Are we curious?

- I don't give a f*ck,
but everyone's watching!

Very funny,
very, very funny.

Humiliating a civil servant, bravo.
Well done.

- Your turn?
- No.

- Come on, darling.
Come on, darling.

Close the door.
- Now you're just being stupid.

We're supposed to be discreet.

-There's Godard's secretary
with the delivery boys.

-Do you know her?

- I ran into her
when I picked up the papers.

Electronic beeps

- What?

It's our carpet delivery guys.
-That's right, that's right.

Theo sighs.
-Great.

-It's no coincidence
that Chassagne was there last night.

Something's going to happen.

Intriguing music

...

A door opens and closes.

...

Footsteps

...

- How are you?

I hope I'm not disturbing you.
- Aren't you supposed to be at Lily's?

- You were going to rob Godard
without telling me?

Is that the plan?

We're talking about Dad here!
It concerns me too.

I want to know too!
-I'm so sorry,

but you can't come.
Don't ruin your future.

- You're such a pain in the a*s!

She sighs.

...

A knock on the door.

What?

...

- We can't change her mind,
but you can help us.

When we're at Godard's,

we're really going to make
a lot of noise.

You have to cover for us.

Tension music

...

Come on, Captain Chapuis...

We wisely follow
the crooked expert...

...

Rope squeaks

Metal squeaks

[-It's high, though.]

[-Did you think we were jumping
off a sidewalk?]

[-Yeah, I'd prefer that,
I think.]

[-Come on, sisters and sisters-in-arms,
let's go.]

[-Come on...]
[-We don't have all night.]

- Wait!
-Wait for what?

- I've got something to say.
- Afterwards.

There's no time.
- No, there isn't!

Tam! Er...

I haven't done any climbing
since you left.

- You're telling me this now?

- I screwed up.
I should have told you before.

- The thing weighs a dead man.
I can't get it out by myself!

- I didn't say
I was going to give up!

I... I'm...
She can hardly breathe.

I share my anxieties.

[-OK.]

[Well, that's that!]

[-Bah, come on!]

[-I'm coming!]

[Ca va... Ca va...
"Sisters in solidarity", my a*s!]

She screams.
The rope slips.

She gasps.
Intriguing music

...
The rope slips.

...
...

[-Ca va?]

She gasps.

[OK.]
[Yeah.]

[-Are we going?]

[-Let's go.]
[-Go.]

Action music

...
They moan with effort.

...
...

...
Sylia gasps.

...
...

[-Is your thing reliable?]

Beeps
[-sh*t...]

The beeps speed up.
- OK...

- This should scramble
all the alarms.

...
...

- Er... Okay.
What do you mean "should"?

- Here.

- Huh?
- I don't know, 8 or 9 times out of 10.

- It's not much.

- We'll soon be set.

Clicking and beeping

There are sensors in the windows.

Little knocks and squeaks
of the window

...

Sylia groaned.

They pant.

[Nickel.]

- I screwed up so bad
your education, I'm sorry.

Click

Zipper closure

Why is this here?
- Why is what here?

- The trunk is in the back.
Help me push.



- This sh*t is heavy!

Exertional moans

...

Oh, boy!

They pant.

...

Sigh

Dynamic music

...

...
City hubbub

...
...

-I'm hot!

- Come on, let's set down here.

- Alex, are you coming?
We're waiting for you!

- You okay, man?
- Yeah, what does it say?

...
...

- How are you?
- How are you?

...
...

- Cuckoo.

- Whoo!
- What are you doing?

- You can't hear anything!
Come on!

I'll turn it up!
Cheers

The music intensifies.
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...
...

...

...
Phone notifications

...

- What's that?

...

...
Moans of effort

Good evening, Thomas Godard. Thomas Godard.


My alarm is disconnected.
Can you send a car?

Thank you, sir.
We're going to turn around.

About face!

Screeching tires
Honking

- What's he doing there?

What's he doing?
- What's he doing?

Effortless moans
Dynamic music

...
...

They pant.

-Am I?

- Yeah, follow him.

Don't let go.

Crunch

*-Central here 75.

Potential burglary


On-site team requested.

- It's Godard's!

- She's definitely our thief.
Come on, step on it!

- Yes, 2 seconds.

I maneuver,
it's not easy.

-Topaz 51 for central 75.

On our way.
Potentially armed individual

and dangerous.
Potentially armed and dangerous.

So don't intervene
until we get there.

...
Moaning and groaning

-Come on, Theo!
Get a move on!

We're losing him.
- Stop pressuring me!

It's not easy to drive,
this thing.

-I know, I know, I know.
-We couldn't have

small cars?

*Dynamic music
Police sirens

- It's the cops!
The cops are here, hide!

*...
Hubbub

- Calm down! Calm down!
Go back home!

*...
...

I want to see who's responsible!
- Calm down!

- Come on, back off!

*...
...

-Who is responsible
for this evening?

It's forbidden.
The neighbors complain.

- Lily? Lily!

- Oh sh*t!

Don't mute the sound, okay?

Come here!
- What's up?

*...

*Slightly muffled music
Festive hubbub

- That's enough, mute the sound!

- Do you want the keys?
- Yes!

- You'll have to run!
- Stop, stop, stop! Stop, stop, stop!

*...
Hubbub

*...
...

- Wow!

- Go for it! Mona! Mona!
Mona, I'm here!

- Alex!

*...
...

- Go on, get him!

Don't get smart with me!
Give me the keys!

- Come on, come on!
Come on, come on, come on!

- That's enough, get back!
- Let's go!

- Stand back!
- Get back! Get back!

Laughter

- So, who are the bosses?
- Hi, guys!

*...

-Hey, turn around!

- Oh, damn it!

- We're going for a ride.
- Let go of me!

Let go of me!
You can't do that!

Cry of protest

- Come with me!
- No!

Phone vibrator

Techno music in the distance

- What are you doing here?

- We're stopping everything!
- Why stop?

- The cops are here.

- How do you know?
- Alex.

- What, Alex?
- I'll explain later.

A door slams.

Footsteps approach.
Police sirens

...
...

-Open the door!

The police are coming!
Can you hear me? They're here!

- Syl!
-Open this door!

He drums on the door.

He growls angrily.

Police sirens in the distance

...

Oh!

-Monsieur Godard?
It's the police!

-Request for reinforcements.

- They're nearby.
Look for them!

- No sign of forced entry
on the door.

- Have you had something stolen?

- I don't know, sir.
They forced the mechanism.

- Holy sh*t...

- What are you doing?
Search the building!

- Oh, calm down!
- Take prints!

- In any case,
we'll take the trunk with us.

- Wait, there's been a misunderstanding.
You're not taking the trunk.

The trunk stays here.
I have important things,

valuable things,
personal!

- All the more reason to take it with you.
- How do you talk to me?

Who do you think you are,
you little pricks?

Attention,
I know the prefect!

He's coming over here!
- Yeah, okay.

- Sorry to bother you.

He's not registered with Interpol,
this painting?

- What's that, Monsieur Godard?
What's this?

- I want to... I want to call
my lawyer.

- Of course you can. In the meantime,
it's 10:23 p.m.

and you're in custody.

Slamming in the distance
- What's that?

Intriguing music

...

f*ck, she's here!
Come on, let's go!

...

Quentin grunts with effort.

- Quentin, what are you doing?

- Don't worry!
- Theo, call the others.

-What's up?
-Call the others.

...
...

...

-Police! Police!
Spider-Man, stop!

Stop right there!

Lively music
Gasps

...

Fracas

Stop right there! Hey!
Come back here!

...

No! No!

...

Hey! Hey, come back!

Stop right there!

Stop, you're going to fall!

Come back down, come on!

...

f*ck!

...

- Can you confirm identity,
please?

Lily Perez...
Alexia Chamade.

...

- I'm not your boyfriend!

I'm not going to chase you
all night long!

...

Suspenseful music

...

Cry of pain

...
He grunts in pain.

...
He gasps.

...
...

Come back! Come back! Come back!
Stop right there! Stop right there!

Holy sh*t!

...

Quentin grunts in pain.

Cry of rage

Tamara gasps.

...

Tension music

...

Stop right there!

...

Quentin screams.

Dark music

...

...
Jerky breathing

...
...

...

He groans.

...
...

...

He gasps.

...

Wait, wait, wait!
Just a moment.

...

- There's Mona.
- Go and sit over there.

- It's okay, it's okay!
- Sit down, sit down.

- Let go of me!
- You want me to put you back

the pliers?
- He's a slob!

- Mona, I'm gonna get
by my darlings!

- That's enough of that.
- You calm down.

- It's okay.

so am i,
I'm in trouble too.

She gasps.

...

...

- The cops called,
Alexia is at the station.

I told you
to keep her out of this.

- That's a long one.

-Is there a cigarette here for me?
- Lily Perez?

Your father's here.

You're free to go.
- OK.

See you then.

- See you soon.

- Please follow me.

-Yo, Lily, don't worry,
it's okay, it's okay.

- Ouch.
- Save your energy, it will come in handy.

- Don't touch me!
- Come on, move.

- Hi, Daddy.
- Yeah, come on, let's go.

- Goodbye, gentlemen.
- Good-bye, gentlemen.

- Sergeant?

When do we go?
I was before the gentleman.

- You've misunderstood.
La petite Chamade is serious business.

- That was quick.
- Sorry, we were asleep. What's up?

- So it sucks.
They want to keep it.

- It's been several times
she's been questioned,

the OPJ wants to present her
before the public prosecutor.

He'll decide
when it comes out.

- Well, that's that,
it had to happen.

She had her interview
for her school.

- She didn't tell me, I didn't know.
- Of course, you're the cool sister,

you're not interested.

- I'm not interested?
- No, you're not.

- Of course you can!
- But how old are you?

You're pissing me off.
Where have you been?

She needed
you.

- How dare you
say that to me?

It's been 15 years
I've been there to protect.

- You can see the result.
- What's the result?

- No sh*t?
You broke 5 years ago.

You're back,
"we see the result"?

-No kidding?
- But...

- Oh!
Stop yelling at each other!

When will you understand

that you need
each other?

Take responsibility.
You, call Quentin

because we need him.
Good night!

Sirens

...

- What's up?
- Well... I did what I could.

Now we'll avoid the prosecutor,
I think, but...

Colleagues want
nothing to pass,

they'll keep it
a little longer.

- What the...
She's going to miss her interview.

-Yeah,
I'm sorry.

- They're waiting for you to sign.
- OK.

- How's it going?
- Oh yes, don't worry, it's nothing.

- Thank you.

- You're crazy.
This is normal.

- No, it's not normal.

You've always been
like that.

Syl told me
that you had become

cop for dad.

- I was hoping
you'd come back.

- Quentin.
Shall we?

- See you soon.

...

Mocking voice
-Quentin. Here we go..."

- You shouldn't have
done that.

- I know.

- Neither do we
either.

Now..,
we tell each other everything.

- OK.

And so...

[Have you recovered
the painting?]

But you guys!
Do we tell each other everything or what?

Someone knocks on the door.
-Hello, we're here to pick up

a large package,
a priori.

- It's heavy,
we left it

in the expertise room.
Please follow me.

Will 2 of you make it?
- Don't worry.

- Good afternoon.
One signature, please.

- Thank you, sir.

- Isn't it a bit big
for a memory card?

- It would have taken too long
to break into the trunk.

She had a f*cking idea.

Soft, lively music

...

- Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Stop, I have an idea.

...

- Oh yeah, still.

Power tools

...

- Go ahead, Tam.
- Yeah.

- The honor is all yours.

- It's not there.
- Isn't there a memory card?

- No.

We've done all this
for nothing.

Sighing
No.

- Girls?
- What's up?

- This is the list of paintings
appraised by Godard.

There are the owners,
the dates, their provenance.

Intriguing music
There's even

daddy's paintings.
-Watch.

...

There are plenty of them.

They belong
the same guy.

Armand Chassagne,
it speaks to me.

- Who's this guy?

- Yeah, right.

He's a big art dealer.
He has a bad reputation.

- I saw him at Godard's
with the other crazy girl.

Did you see that?

He's having a private sale
in 2 weeks.

- Where?
- Where to?

- Here.

- Well, let's get going.

- To do what?
- To find Dad's paintings.

- And my memory card, we hope.
- We can't go home like this.

- We don't have to ask
to ask.

- You're a quick learner.

- Er... Hang on, hang on.

We're not robbing
the Palace of Versailles.

- If nobody
lets us in.

- I told you, Syl.
For Dad, I'll go all the way.

...

- OK, here we go.

...