01x02 - Faux Semblants

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Hello, Mr Spinoza, how are you?

Fine, how are you?

Fine. Are you going shopping?

Yes.

What was that?

Sandrine?

Sandrine?

Sandrine?

..we're in the area
and attending the scene.

Sarah, you're late.

I know. Bye.

Hold on.

- What time will you be home?
- I'm staying at Eloïse's tonight,

then I'm going to Gran's
and then to Mum's.

Hi!

Hi, Sharif.

Is Eloïse the one with piercings?

No, the anorexic one with scars.

That's preferable.

So, see you next week.

- Bye, darling.
- Bye, Dad.

Of course.

It's normal for a cop to clean
his teeth in a drinking fountain.

Captain Briard!
I like the coat.

Excuse me.
Business is picking up.

Stephanie?

We've got a dead woman,
sh*t in the chest.

There's a cloth over her face
with a picture of a smiling clown.

CAPTAIN SHARIF

FALSE PRETENCES

Hello, Captain.

I was in the corridor
with Mr Spinoza.

We were about to go shopping
and we heard a noise.

What kind of noise?

Sergeant Giraud?

Sharif. Captain.

The victim is

Sandrine Schwartz, 28 years old.
She'd lived here for 8 months.

She lived alone
and had several cleaning jobs.

There was a struggle. The k*ller
may have come in through the window.

The neighbours discovered the body.

Mrs Odette Huygues
and Mr Roger Spinoza.

Thank you.

Hello, Captain.

One b*llet to the chest,

she d*ed instantly.

- Looks like a 7.65.
- Any signs of v*olence?

She has some marks on her arms,
but we need to wait for the autopsy.

No signs of sexual as*ault.

She'd just had a shower,
which doesn't help.

I'll bring you my report in person.

See what you can find.

And get me a list of all the prints.

It isn't robbery.
Nothing has been disturbed.

Her mobile is still here.

Eddy, can you get me
the last month's calls?

"Opale" by Louise Chancel.
The latest collection.

Isn't it a bit sluttish?

He's subtle.

She had money.
It's expensive.

That's odd.

She paid her rent weekly.

Maybe it was a present.

No forced entry,
so she let the k*ller in.

So, she's in the bathroom
and someone knocks on the door.

She puts on a robe
and lets the k*ller in.

They fight and she is sh*t.

So why the clown's face?
And no-one heard the sh*t?

I've no idea about the clown.
But there is one thing.

She let the k*ller in,
but she was scared of someone.

Did she leave a note?

As good as. There's a second lock
on the front door.

No scratches around the lock.
It had just been installed.

She was scared of someone.

- She had a child?
- No.

There's nothing to suggest
a child lives here.

Don't move.
I've had special training.

OK.

Look.

Do you know why I have a g*n?

I'm a policeman.

Give me the g*n.

Fine.

Why won't you give me the g*n?

I would say you're scared.

Terrified, even.

Look at me.

Take a good look.

Do I look mean?

I'm much meaner than I look.

Everyone is scared of me.

And from now on,
you're under my protection.

I won't let anyone hurt you.

You don't need the g*n.

What's your name?

What's your name, son?

Théo Golfier.

I'm Kader. Kader Sharif.

You're fine. It's over.

What exactly was your training?

Kojak, season 1, episode 1.

When Mum starts work early,
she leaves me with Sandrine.

I see. And you heard a noise?

Sandrine was shouting at someone.

And then I heard a bang.

Like a g*nsh*t?

Did you hear the person
she was arguing with?

I was scared,
so I hid in the wardrobe.

I waited,

and then I came out.

Sandrine was on the floor.
She wasn't moving.

So I put my blanket on her face.

The one with the clown?

It helps when I'm scared.

I heard a noise.

So I took the g*n

and hid again.

You were very brave.

Your mum's coming to fetch you.

He was lucky.
The m*rder*r would have k*lled him

if he'd found him.

Come in.

Your Browning
k*lled Sandrine Schwartz,

but there are no prints.

What about the clip?

Nothing on the b*ll*ts or the clip.

Take it apart.

It's a collector's item.

Well maintained.

Any prints from the owner

will be inside, on the breech-block.

You could also try
the inside of the stop.

Twice sh**ting champion. Remember?

I'll look into it.

This is a m*rder enquiry.

I know. I handle

- all the cases for the region.
- A Man Called Sloane.

Robert Conrad as a secret agent.
1980.

The black guy
with a mechanical hand?

I've been looking for that.

You haven't time to watch it.
Maybe later.

You'll have the results today.

The rest on delivery.

Thanks, Sharif.

Hello?

Why did you let Sarah
go to stay with Eloïse?

They're revising.

Did she tell you Eloïse's brother
was organising a party?

He's in the sixth form,
and our daughter is only 14.

I'll call you back.

Sarah, it's Dad. I need to talk

to you about tonight.

You finish at 12:30 today.
Come to my office at 1pm, please.

See you later.

What?

Nothing.

Sandrine Schwartz
has an account at BLC.

Opened four months ago.
She earns 849 euros

at a cleaning company.

She's overdrawn every month.

Sad but common.

But she has a second account.

No withdrawals,
but a payment in of 2,072 euros

each month.
There's 20,000 in the account.

We're talking about a woman
who pays her rent in instalments.

Where is it from?

Le Progrès newspaper. She was
a journalist leading a double life.

I can't believe it.
Sandrine was a journalist here.

I spoke to her last week.

She was a nice girl.
It will be a shock for people.

She no longer worked here?

Yes, but a year ago
she had this idea.

She wanted to investigate people
with no job security.

Who inflate
the unemployment figures.

The aim was to give the inside
story. It was going to be published

in instalments.

That's why she lived there
and did cleaning jobs.

She had great courage
and conviction. She had talent

and empathy for people,
which is rare today.

Perfect for investigating
the lack of job security.

We'll need to speak
to her colleagues,

and we need whatever copy
she submitted.

Of course.

You do that every time?

How can you run an investigation
on a board?

It's called organisation.
You should try it.

Her reports. She'd filed three
in the last 10 days.

She thought someone had got in.
She doesn't give a name.

Hence the lock.

If she was k*lled over her report,

the answer must be in these pages.

Yes?

Sandrine Schwartz's mother
is in reception.

Thanks, Tony.

I'll deal with her.
You can carry on reading.

Where will you interview her?

An interview room!

I'll behave.
I'll keep you posted.

Building works have been
going on for months.

Tea?

A cake perhaps?

My mother made them.

I'm 39, nearly 40. I've been
in the Crime Squad for 15 years.

I've got a daughter of 14,

but my mother still thinks
I'll starve without her.

You're still her little baby.

She knows you're an adult,
but still sees you as a child.

That's how I saw my daughter.

She was so happy
the paper let her do the report.

Do you think it's connected?

We're looking into it.

Was she in a relationship?

Not for the last two years.
Her job was her priority.

We argued yesterday on the phone.

I lectured her.

Her report was supposed
to be printed in the paper.

But she changed her mind.
A month ago she told me

she'd contacted some publishers,
Malville.

Doesn't she have a contract
with Le Progrès?

Yes, that's why we disagreed.

Ethics are important.

She would never have done
such a thing before.

I don't know...

Doing this report changed her.
She said it would have

more impact if she published a book.

A book?

Yes.

It was like she'd forgotten
why she was doing the report.

I tried to change her mind.

When Sandrine was 14,
we told each other everything.

That's when they change.

They start to lie to us.

- Thank you.
- What for?

For bringing me here
rather than the station.

You're a strange cop, you know!

Safe journey!

Ten minutes late.

- Not your best.
- What do you want to talk about?

You and Mum never speak,
but when it comes to my life...

Would you have let me go
if I'd said it was a party?

- Eloïse and I are going to revise.
- Here's a list of lawyers.

Do I need a lawyer?

So you're going to revise whilst her
brother and his mates have a party?

Don't go all Taliban on me.

By stopping my 14-year-old daughter
going to a party with 18-year-olds?

A party your mother
forbade you to attend.

Did you call her Taliban?

I'd like to have seen that.

Don't be surprised
when I get a bad mark in biology.

Call Eloïse.
I have to hand it in on Tuesday.

I'm at Gran's all weekend.

She's at home,
you can ask her parents.

I've got a better idea.
Come to mine.

Yes, but you still haven't had
your Internet fixed.

Please, Dad!

I swear on my brother's head
we're revising.

What brother?

The one you and Mum will have
when you get back together.

OK.

Thanks, Dad.

You're too clever.

Do that again
and I'll put you in custody.

Shall I go?

Yes, please.

- Hello? Yeah, fine.
- Kids...

Have you been through her report?

Not yet, but I've got something.

How many mobiles
did we find there?

- One.
- She had two.

She got a second when she started

her report.

And it's missing?

I've asked for a list of calls.

The k*ller took it for a reason.

And Sandrine's mother?

- She must be in shock.
- It's tough for her.

I'd rather she was left alone.

Sandrine wasn't as unselfish
as it seemed.

She'd contacted

a large publisher in Lyon.

- She was publishing a 39-page book?
- Only her mother knew.

Is she alone?
I need to speak to her.

Have a nice day!

Where is Mrs Schwartz?

She's gone.

You just said...
She was never here.

You took her to your place.
You do it every time!

We all have our methods.

- I'm going to wake up in a minute.
- She needed a quiet moment.

I wouldn't hear her here.

I am going to wake up.
Haven't we discussed this?

Am I using long words?

And you lied to me. That's new.

Captain Briard,

you were right about the g*n.

There were prints inside,
and he's on record. Roger Spinoza.

The neighbour who found the body.

Is it because I have a record?
I already told your colleagues.

- Receiving.
- That was over 20 years ago.

We found your prints
all over Sandrine's apartment.

There's no caretaker.

I've fixed her sink, the toilet.
Do you know what plumbers charge?

Where did you get the Browning?

We found your prints inside.
We know it was used.

We'll continue at the station.

Please,

my only income is fixing things.
They won't trust me.

Sandrine asked me for the g*n.

- Really?
- It wasn't for herself.

The first time I helped her out
we got on, she was alone

and I wasn't doing great.

One evening she saw the g*n
on the table.

Why was it on the table?

As I said, I wasn't doing great.

Because your wife had left you.

You're not wearing

your ring,
but you can still see the mark.

And her name
is still on the mailbox.

Sandrine was great.

She realised

I might do something stupid.

She took the g*n, saying she'd
give it back when I felt better.

She saved my life.

Did you do any work
apart from plumbing?

She asked me to put a lock
on the door.

Looking back,

she must have been scared.

I blame myself.

Why didn't you tell us
about the g*n?

I didn't think about it at first.
Then I thought

it would get me in trouble.

I haven't introduced myself.
Déborah. Nice to meet you.

Adeline Briard.

If you have problems with Kader,
call me. I know what to do.

- Talk of the devil.
- I must go. See you later.

Captain?

- Did you speak to Sarah?
- You always think the worst.

You always play the good role.
You're her mate and I'm horrid.

Here we go.

How can you be such a good cop
and such a hopeless father?

She called you the Taliban?

No. Don't give me that "I know my
daughter" routine. I know her too.

Really? Who's her favourite singer?

- Curtis Mayfield.
- Shaka Ponk.

- Actor?
- Steve McQueen.

Please! Last year it was that guy
from Twilight, now it's Omar Sy.

- Omar Sy.
- If anything happens

to Sarah tonight,
it'll be your fault.

Omar Sy...

I spoke to Lucie Vidal,
Spinoza's ex.

Did you take her to your place?

No. A restaurant.

She works there.

And?

She doesn't want to be named, but
she told me one thing about Roger.

He filmed their lovemaking
and put it on the Internet.

No wonder she left.

Without asking
his partner's permission...

So if they ask permission...

Doesn't make him

a k*ller. I compared Spinoza's
account with Sandrine's report.

She mentions the g*n incident,
without naming Spinoza.

"I couldn't leave the g*n."

"The man who was always ready
to help needed help himself."

"I took the g*n, promising to return
it once he was over his wife."

He's a rascal, but an honest one.

There's something else.

She mentions a couple
she worked for. Rich, respectable.

But she saw the other side.

Sexual harassment, blackmail.
Sandrine was going

to expose them.
- What are their names?

Dominique and Caroline Winkler.

No record.

He runs Malville publishing.

Where Sandrine sent her book?

Yes. She mustn't have known
he was a shareholder.

Let's make it quick.
You have two minutes.

I knew Sandrine. My wife hired her.

I never threatened her.
Can you see me doing that?

Sandrine Schwartz contacted Malville

about doing a book on people
who abuse job insecurity.

- You were going to star in it.
- News to me.

You own

Malville publishing.

So?

I bought 40%.
Saved them from bankruptcy.

A small investment.
One minute!

Did you know about

Sandrine's reports?

- No.
- No-one told you?

I said no.

You think it's related to her death?
Captain,

don't mind me.

Carry on. I'm just looking.

No-one showed you
the documents she'd written?

Your two minutes are up. Goodbye.

Yes. I can see you.

See me what?

I can see you threatening
Sandrine Schwartz.

Where were you today
between 7 and 10am?

Negresco.
Breakfast with an associate.

People will confirm that.

The Inter-Club championship.
My son and I win every year.

Except this year we came second.

The loser's first place.
Is that all?

Yes, I've found out all I needed.

Growing up without a father
isn't so bad.

It can't be easy
with someone like him.

He's lying.
He saw the manuscript.

How do you know?

The golf photo.
Malville sponsored the event.

Winkler must have known.

I'll be frank.

Yes, I told Mr Winkler about
Miss Schwartz's manuscript. So?

So? It gives Mr Winkler a motive
and makes you an accomplice.

You don't think that...

We can hold you
as an accomplice to m*rder.

Dominique had no reason to hurt her.

Really?

When Dominique Winkler
has a problem, he sorts it.

With money, not v*olence.

We offered Miss Schwartz a contract

for three books,
with a considerable advance.

She accepted.
It's what she wanted.

- In exchange for?
- Not publishing her book.

Her next three books were not
to mention Dominique or his family.

She signed the contracts

yesterday.

She signed them
the day before her m*rder?

Why would Dominique get rid
of someone he'd bought off?

Lefeuvre is right.

If Sandrine had an agreement
with Winkler, why k*ll her?

I'm not sure
it's Sandrine's signature.

And you're an expert?

Look at the copy Lefeuvre gave us,
then her manuscripts and cheques.

Sandrine signed her full name.
Few people do.

She did, but not on the contracts.
She didn't sign them.

I'll contact Negresco
and see if Winkler was there.

We'll talk to him tomorrow.

Where are we?

Nothing on Sandrine's other mobile?

Not yet, but we'll have
the log soon. Where are we?

This is the party your daughter's
at? You're going to gatecrash?

She'll never forgive you.

I've seen colleagues do this,
it never ends well.

What is that?

The Invaders.

Hello, Mum.

Did you eat the stew?

- Yes, I ate it.
- How was it?

Lovely, as always.

You didn't call to tell me.
You never tell me anything.

Déborah told me about Sarah's party.

You're letting her go?

- Mum? I can't hear you.
- Here we go...

It must be the car radio...

I'll call you back. Bye.

Very adult.

Hello?

Yes.

Thanks.

See you soon.

It's for you.

You should change operators,
then it would work.

How did you get this number?

I love you, we'll talk tomorrow.
Bye.

I love my mum, but some days...

You've got a way with women.

Hi, Karel.

OK, Sharif?

Put them

on the roof.

Keep the change.
Say hello to Gino.

Thanks.

In case they're hungry.

You're making a mistake.

I'll be 5 minutes.

I can be discreet.
Come on, it'll be fun.

No way.

Just in case.

Great!
Who ordered the pizzas?

- Where shall I put them?
- Here.

That'll be 53 euros.

I'll go and get it.

Hello.

Sorry.

Who do you like?
The dark-haired one?

The redhead.

The one who plays guitar.

He and his mates
could help us revise.

He's ugly.

What do you know?

The redhead?

She's taken my car!

Leaving without your money?

You're a strange pizza guy.

Have you got a joint?

- Are you the guitarist?
- Yes.

So, have you?

That hurts!
Who the hell are you?

- Police.
- Why are you arresting me?

Drug use, being drunk in public
and vandalism.

It's Sharif, I need a car
at 57 allée des 2 pins. Thanks.

- Thanks for leaving me there.
- You're welcome.

I thought we were partners.

Let's clarify that.

Being partners means
working together,

trust,
knowing you won't play any tricks,

or make you spy
on their 14-year-old daughter.

Did you arrest a dangerous criminal

last night?
Was he looking at your daughter?

Should I have left a drunk minor
in the street?

No. I'm too responsible.

She has to make her own mistakes.
You need to cut her some slack.

We'll discuss this when you have
a 14-year old daughter.

Shall we go?
I'd hate to keep Mr Winkler waiting.

Here.

It drives well for an antique.

I checked your alibi.
You were in Nice.

But not quite at the time you said.

That happens.

The forgery of Sandrine's signature
on the contracts was clumsy.

Know what?

You get an expert opinion
and I'll get a separate one.

It'll take up a lot of time.

Why make out you have the rights?

So that no-one else can publish
Sandrine's manuscripts?

I've got the log
from the other mobile.

The last text,
two days before she d*ed:

"That was a rotten thing to do.
You won't get away with it, bitch."

From Winkler,

Jean-Yves. His son.

Now we know
why she added another lock.

You were all after her.

That's not great. 2%.
We're aiming for first place.

You can't do that!

Time to take a break.

- Jean-Yves Winkler?
- Yes.

Police!

What are you doing?

Get back!

Ow!

Demaison will meet you.

You'll be out in two hours.
You'll be hearing from me.

Have a nice day, Mr Winkler.

- Get Demaison, now.
- Yes, sir.

It's a bad sign
when he plays with the Ford Torino.

Not at all.

I've had calls from the Chief,
the Public Prosecutor, the Mayor.

It's fine.

We've got calls and texts between
Jean-Yves Winkler and the victim

from the last three months.

Look,

this is how it works here.

I trust you. If he's in custody,
it's for a good reason.

I'll try and hold them at bay.

- Yes, Superintendent.
- His 30 minutes with his lawyer

are up.
Get to work, and don't mess up.

"Superintendent"?

Interview with Jean-Yves Winkler

begins at 11.45am on March 8.

Present are Captains Sharif
and Briard and Maître Demaison,

Mr Winkler's counsel.

Recognise her?

- We'll assume you do.
- My client wishes to remain silent.

We have a record
of your text exchanges.

Your father tries to sleep with
Sandrine expecting her to give in,

only she doesn't.

You seem to have had more luck
as on January 20, you said:

"Had a great time,
can't wait to do it again."

But three days ago, it changes:
"You won't get away with it, bitch!"

What happened?
Did Dad get the upper hand?

My client will not answer
any questions.

The interview is over.

- We only just started.
- Yes.

And already it's over.
I hope you don't have any plans

for this weekend.

We're keeping you in custody.

- My father needs me at the office!
- I'll do my best.

- That's not enough!
- Sandrine Schwartz

was m*rder*d.

So as long as you play the fool,
you won't get out.

Franck?
Put Winkler junior in the cell.

OK, Sharif.

You live up to your reputation.

It's not always easy,
but we do what we can.

- I'll confer with Mr Winkler.
- Our suspect, or his father?

It's hard to know
whose interests you're defending.

What?

What was that about?

A way to show Winkler that here,

Dad's money
and hotshot lawyer or no,

we make the law, not his father.

Lunch? On me.

It's the first time
we've had lunch together.

You learn a lot about people

by having lunch with them.
You, for example.

What about me?

You are...

- We're full up.
- You'll listen to me.

Demaison filled me in.

Stop your little game
and release my son.

- You've got nothing on him.
- Your son is suspected of m*rder.

He found out Sandrine
was a journalist.

He felt used, hence the texts.
It proves nothing.

Is that what you taught your son?
You don't care if he's guilty,

only that you get your own way.

I hope he's innocent,
but I really don't know.

You never really know people.

Even your own family.

Right, Captain Briard?

You thought I'd let you investigate
me without checking you out?

I know everything.

Your brother.

The bent cop who jumped

under a train.

Your father who could have
hushed it up but didn't.

It really shook you up.

I reckon that's why you're here.

I'm not like your father.
I do what's needed.

He didn't know?

You don't always get what you want.
You didn't have Sandrine,

but your son did.

What is it you say?

Second is the loser's first place.

- You've got it all wrong.
- They called, texted each other.

Whether they slept together or not,

she liked your son
and couldn't stand you.

I can see why.

He's just a kid.

He thought they were friends,
but it was me she was after.

It was when I told him everything

that he sent the texts.

Thanks. You just gave us a motive

that incriminates your son.

Well...

With people like you,
we should be able to bargain.

People like me?

You mean cops?

It's up to you.

Was that an attempt at bribery?

Gino, he's paying.

Have a good day, Mr Winkler.

You OK?

Let's talk to Jean-Yves again.
He's waited long enough.

- I don't want to talk about it, OK?
- OK.

Winkler doesn't care about his son.

He'd do anything to keep control.

Where's my lawyer?

- Found your tongue?
- My lawyer told me to...

No, it was Daddy's lawyer.
You're an obedient son.

You'll have to be patient.
Today's Friday.

Tonight

is when the drunks
and junkies arrive. Cosy.

There's already five in here!

A coffee, Captain?

- And for His Highness?
- I just want...

You can't.

- Franck, get me Winkler's stuff.
- OK.

- Thanks.
- It's not your fault.

- He doesn't like rich boys.
- I do!

And you do, I suppose?
You don't know what it's like.

You seem to do

what you like,
but it's all because of Dad.

And it's not free.

I'm not talking.

Everyone knows whatever you've done

is because Dad has helped you:
your job, your promotion.

Everyone knows
you've done nothing.

Even when you pull something off,

there's always a doubt.

- "It's easy for him."
- That's enough!

- What happened with Sandrine?
- She wanted my father.

He told you that.
But it's not true.

Look.

She left you out of it all.

We're done, Captain.

We have what we need.

He needs his rest.

Tomorrow's a long day.

See you tomorrow,
with Daddykins!

I don't want to see him.

If you talk, you have to sign
a disclaimer dismissing your lawyer.

Whatever.

I don't want to see my father.

I think we can work something out.

At first, it was a game.

I wanted to seduce her,
succeed where my father had failed.

But then I started having
feelings for her.

For real.

I thought there was
something between us.

Until your father
told you who she was.

It wasn't me who k*lled her.

Where were you
between 7 and 10am?

I was on a work assignment.

I left home in a rush,
around 7 or 7.30.

You can check,
I've got a motorway season ticket.

I'd never have hurt Sandrine!

My father destroyed
everything good in my life,

in the name of being the best.

All he wanted was to control me.

Now you realise that,

you can keep your distance.

I wasn't there to protect her!

From what?

Ten days ago she freaked out.
Like someone had come in...

Hold on.

Ten days ago?

This receipt for a lock.
Was it for Sandrine?

Did she ask you to buy it?

Yes. I thought she was crazy,
but I bought it anyway.

I should have taken her seriously.

Ten days ago. The date matches.

She wanted the bolt
before she got the text.

Why have the bolt installed
by Spinoza?

What? No, it was me
who installed it the same day.

Spinoza, who helps out everyone
in the building.

He discovered the body. Handy.

He goes home, changes and goes out
just in time to meet the neighbour.

The perfect alibi.

Mr Spinoza, police! Open up!

- What are you doing?
- There's a baby crying.

Spinoza won't answer,
someone's in danger.

It's a dog on the floor above!

Are you sure?

You were right!

He's not here.

He will be soon. His PC's on.

Found something?

No. I don't understand it.

Want to have a go?

That's odd. Five hard disks.

Four of them on wi-fi.

They must be hidden.

Meaning?

Someone hides a hard disk
because he has something to hide.

There are files named after tenants.

The bastard!

These are duplicate keys.

He didn't just film his wife.

The bastard!

Freeze!

I said freeze!

I've nothing to say.

We don't care.

With what we have on you,
you'll get ten years, at least.

You talk like you're on TV.

Really? What programme?

Are you sitting comfortably?

Then I'll begin.

Here's the thing, Roger.

At this stage,
we've enough to charge you.

Your confession is a formality.

As you won't say any more,
you'll go to the cells.

Wait.

Something to add?

I liked Sandrine.

She was nice to me.

- But she snooped in my affairs.
- Your affairs?

This is more than voyeurism.

You violated her privacy
and k*lled her to shut her up.

They were convenient,
all those handyman jobs.

Cameras at Sandrine's,
and how many other apartments?

- Eight?
- Nine.

The tech team
just checked the others.

Wired connections, wi-fi...
A well-established network.

I don't even want to hear
your version.

I forgot Sandrine had my g*n.

She pointed it at me.
She was hysterical.

We fought, it went off.
I panicked.

Not all that much.

You had the presence of mind
to go out with your shopping bag

as your neighbour arrived.

What better alibi?

I can imagine what the tenants felt
when all the cameras were removed.

It's r*pe, nothing less.
At least he didn't broadcast them.

Come on, get in!

Good move.

His father is toxic.

Like someone else's.

Sarah!

Hello?

- I'm glad you revised last night.
- Something weird happened.

An Arab cop
took away the cutest guy there.

- No way!
- Way!

Tell me, is the Arab cop
going to arrest every boy I like?

Er... No, no.

Good, because otherwise
when I pass my exams,

I'll arrest you!

OK. We'll make a deal.
No more lies,

no more cops
invading your parties. OK?

He was drunk,

and he had grass on him.

I was right to arrest him.

Problem?

Of course not.
Did Sarah enjoy her party?

We have a homicide.
The river police just called.

Business is picking up.

By the way,

next time you pull the dog trick,
I'll arrest you.

You too? Admit you like it.

Slapping the handcuffs on me.