01x03 - Le dernier mot

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My memories

I have thrown on the fire

My shame, my pleasures

I no longer desire

My loves swept away

Till nothing remains

Swept away for ever

I will begin again

No! No regrets

No! I will have no regrets...

Mrs Delaunay?

Have you seen the time?
Where have you been all night?

Are you a cop?

I was with Maurice, a colleague.

His wife dumped him
and he's taken it badly.

I see.

Is Maurice very shapely?

I'm not saying anything
without a lawyer.

THANKS FOR LAST NIGHT

Mum?

Yes, Baudemont?

What's the address?

Just a minute.
I have to go. See you tonight.

Nothing to tell me?

- What?
- Nothing to tell me?

Remember to lock the door.
Well?

It's Hélène Delaunay, the writer.

It isn't natural causes.

See you shortly.

CAPTAIN SHARIF

THE LAST WORD

Captains.

Was the music already playing?

I didn't put it on,
it's not my thing.

Thanks. I'd had enough of that.

It's OK. We get it.
We'll take it from here.

So... Hélène and Paul Delaunay.
Aged 62 and 65.

She needs no introduction.
My ex read all her books.

Stuff for old romantics.

He's her husband and her agent.
Or he was.

Who called the police?

Jennifer Fioravanti,
a home hairdresser.

She had an appointment
with Hélène Delaunay this morning.

She was very shaken.

Stéphanie took a statement
and we've taken her home.

Thanks.

I've a signed book of hers.

I read it out loud to clients.
They've never complained.

Stop by the morgue,
I'll show it you.

They were k*lled in their bed.

The b*ll*ts went
through their bodies.

Probably 9mm.

- Has the w*apon been found?
- No.

I'd say they d*ed
between 10 and midnight.

I'll confirm after the autopsy.

- No defence marks.
- Quite.

The k*ller stood over them.

He must have threatened them
to get the safe combination.

Then bang, bang!

A b*llet each
and no time to react.

A burglary

that went wrong?

A burglar that leaves money behind?

Unless robbery
wasn't the real motive.

There must be a g*n here.
Hélène Delaunay liked sh**ting.

- Apparently.
- Admit it, you're a fan.

Impossible love stories?
Really not my thing.

What?

When we got here,
you looked at this frame.

Everyone looked at the pictures.

The posters and the book covers.

You looked at the annotated pages
of her first novel.

Only a fan would be interested
in the first version of the text.

Captains, we think

the k*ller or K*llers
came in through the window.

No sign of forced entry.

- Prints?
- Yes, several that are useable.

Impossible to say if they belong
to the owners.

- What's outside?
- Gravel. No footprints.

Captain Briard?

There's one missing.

A Walther PPK. Used in competitions.

The crime w*apon?

Possibly. It's a 9mm.
But it all looks a bit staged.

I don't think
it's a robbery gone wrong.

Miss?

We were together last night.
And now...

Last night was the last time
you saw your parents?

The preview of my exhibition.

I'm a painter.

They were both there.

They were so proud.

Hence the evening dress.

Did you notice anything unusual
about their behaviour?

No, but there were a lot of people.

I wasn't watching.

What time did they leave?

About 9pm. My mother insisted
on staying for the photos.

The specialist press were there.

She was tired,
so went home straight after that.

Did your father go with her?

If one went, the other went.

They did everything together.

Had done for 40 years.

I've never seen a closer couple.

40 years?

For their emerald anniversary,

they had a big party.

They invited all their friends.

It was six months ago.

It was a lovely party.

Ludivine, we need your help.

Can you see if anything is missing
from the house?

I've got something to show you.

Come on.

Care to explain?

The daughter described
a perfect couple.

I think it's more complicated.

On this side, evening dresses.
No everyday clothes.

On the other side,
all the husband's things.

I checked the bathroom.
No beauty products, no toothbrush.

Hélène Delaunay wasn't living here.

Hélène and Paul Delaunay separated!

A disguised burglary.

A daughter who wasn't aware
of her parents' situation.

They fooled everybody
at the preview.

We'll soon know.

Who's he?

I didn't see anything.
You need a code.

After all these years,
you still try.

Jean-Pierre Rochmansky,
JP, paparazzi.

Worthy occupation.

- Got the photos?
- Yes.

Only because I owe you one.

Captain! Catch.

They don't look very enthusiastic.

Neither would you if your daughter
did paintings that bad.

They paid for the exhibition.

Without her parent's fame
she'd never have found a gallery.

And how were they?
Did they seem like a happy couple?

The Delaunays? Without doubt.
Still as much in love as ever.

What's that?

The Rochmansky bonus!

I'm always on the lookout,
and what do I see?

Delaunay having a row with Bertin.

Bertin?

Professor Xavier Bertin, a bigshot
at the Croix-Rousse Hospital.

Friend of the Delaunays.

When Bertin mentioned Mrs Delaunay,
the husband jumped on him.

They saw me and stopped.

You're the only one who got this?

Good. Hold the photos for 48 hours.

Sharif, they're worth a fortune!

Are we even?

Until next time.

Right.

Bertin argued with Paul Delaunay
about his wife.

A few hours later,
the couple are k*lled.

Hélène Delaunay aroused passion.

You had a physical conversation

with Paul Delaunay
just before he left.

- You had an affair with his wife.
- Pardon?

I've been a friend of the family
for 40 years.

I was a witness at the wedding.
I'm godfather

- to Ludivine!
- Sit down and answer the questions.

Hélène and me? That's ridiculous.

We weren't for each other.

I argued last night

with Paul. It's not the first time
in 40 years,

but it wasn't about Hélène.

- Go on. We're listening.
- It was about Ludivine.

Paul and Hélène were always
spending money on her.

They paid for the exhibition.

I said it was time
she made her own way.

I wanted to speak to Hélène
and he got angry.

How long did you stay
at the preview?

Until the end.
About 1:30 am.

I helped Ludivine lock up.
You can check.

She needs my support now.

I'm her only family.

- Four-cheeses pizza.
- Thanks.

Here you go.

Did I just see Ludivine Delaunay?

Yes, she's just left. She confirmed
Professor Bertin's alibi.

Here's the list of jewellery stolen.
According to her, her parents

were still in love.

- Did you tell her they'd separated?
- Yes.

We'll circulate the list.
If they turn up, we'll be told.

If Hélène Delaunay wasn't having
an affair with Bertin,

why did she leave?

Her own daughter had no idea
where she was living.

I checked her bank, she always
withdrew money near her home.

But for six months
she's been getting money...

From rue Arnoud. I know.

She lived at number 73.

How did you know that?

I'm no expert on Hélène Delaunay,
but I know a thing or two.

She can't drive. And I can't
see her getting the bus.

My mate's a taxi driver.
Hélène Delaunay is well known.

Four drivers
picked her up at 73 rue Arnoud.

She gave good tips.

You're a pain.

Excuse me a moment.

You coming home tonight?

Of course I am.

Maurice might need you.

- Sarah.
- I know, Dad.

Know what?

You and mum are back together.

When you say "you and mum"

you mean me and mum?

I saw her text:
"Thanks for last night".

I have inherited
your detection skills!

That. No. Your mum called
because her hard disk had crashed

with her defence speech.

I spent half the night
wrestling with her computer

and then fell asleep on the sofa.

I was trying to avoid
this kind of misunderstanding.

- Do you believe me?
- Nice try.

But I'm as good as you
at spotting liars.

I think it's cute
you keep it secret.

Kids!

What have you got?

The house Hélène lived in
belongs to Laurence Klein,

who published her first book.

- But not the rest?
- No. She moved

to a competitor
and went more commercial.

- Well, it pays better.
- They didn't speak for 30 years.

Six months ago Hélène got in touch.

She wanted her to publish
her next book, something different.

Still a love story,

but more personal.

OK, so I like romances. Well?

What does that say about me?

Nothing.

The fact that you want to hide it
is very revealing.

- Really?
- Yes.

Like someone getting back
with his ex and trying to hide it.

You're not going to start as well.

Not at all.

Come this way.
She wanted somewhere

to write. It's a large house
and I live alone.

You weren't surprised? Hélène
Delaunay always worked at home.

I assumed she needed
a new place to write.

She got in touch after all
this time, and you didn't wonder?

I think it's related
to her daughter,

Ludivine. She was trying
to make her name in the States

as a painter.
Hélène went there several times.

It didn't work out?

No. Ludivine came back to France
six months ago.

That's when Hélène got in touch.

The superficial side of life
in the USA...

She wanted to get back
to something more real,

hence the new book.

Did she get visitors?
Friends? Family?

I don't think so.
She kept to herself.

Do you know what the crosses mean?

No, but she was never here
on Tuesdays or Fridays.

Do you know where she went?

Hélène was a strange woman.

She always wrote her letters
on this paper,

like her first book.

For the second book
she used a laptop.

It wasn't in the house.

Logical,
since she wasn't living there.

- Yes, it should be here.
- Unless it's been stolen.

Stolen? Someone broke in?

Do you have an alarm?

The lock has been forced.
It would be easy to get in here.

The k*ller was looking
for the laptop.

The k*ller goes to the Delaunays,
looking for the laptop.

Hélène tells him
Mrs Klein's address.

He kills them.

Hélène and Paul were k*lled
because of a book?

Or the contents of a computer.

We need to find it.

- We'll find it very quickly...
- Or never.

Shall we get something to eat?

Captain Briard?

Eagle calling Lunar Base Alpha.
Eagle calling Lunar Base Alpha.

Hold on, Sharif.

I've got the Delaunays' call logs.

Nothing for Hélène, but Paul...

13 texts received
between 10:30 and 11:00.

And 15 missed calls, during
the time in which they were k*lled.

Someone really
wanted to speak to him.

How many numbers?

One: Jennifer Fioravanti, the
hairdresser who found the bodies.

I already told
your colleague everything.

I wouldn't bet on that.

I found the bodies.
I called the police.

That was meant to fool us.

It's not the first time.

Why didn't you mention
the calls and texts to Paul Delaunay

- the night he was k*lled?
- I bet the texts

aren't about hairdressing.

It's all here. Very informative.

The calls and texts prove you were
near the Delaunays' home.

22:35: "I saw you
come home with her."

"You make me sick."

22:36: "Did you get off with your
wife? You're taking the piss!"

22:40: "You and that bitch
can go BEEP..."

It must be hard to get dumped
for a woman of 62.

A well-loaded woman of 62.
It was her money he loved.

You realised
you were just a distraction.

You got fed up with waiting outside

- and went in.
- No.

I rang the bell.

I wanted to tell them what I thought
of them. They wouldn't let me in.

I tried and tried.
I realised it was pointless.

And?

I didn't want to go home.
Some friends had mentioned

a big party, so I went there.

What are their names?

I couldn't find them.
Too many people.

Cloakroom ticket?
Stamp on your hand?

We'll check your alibi. We need your
agreement to test for gunpowder.

I don't think
we've finished with her.

- Captain Sharif!
- Maître Atlan!

- How can I be of service?
- Captain?

I'll take it.

How could you let Sarah
think we were together?

But I...

- Do you realise how hurt...
- Hey.

Hold on.
It's your text that started it.

She wasn't meant to read it.

Now we have to tell her the truth
and handle the blow.

Luckily I married a lawyer.
I know you'll find the right words.

Don't even think about it.
Sarah read my text

because you left your phone around.

She got the wrong idea because
you lied about where you were.

I lied because I knew
she would get the wrong idea.

Great idea!

You have to talk to your daughter.
This is non-negotiable.

- Good news.
- Good.

They've found Hélène's laptop.

This is "Milou".

She's homeless.
We found her at Pont de la Feuillée,

walking around with a laptop.

Not your typical business woman!

Stéphanie ran a check.

We saw your message.
It's the laptop you're after.

One last thing. We've come across
Milou quite a few times.

She's stolen stuff,
but she's not a m*rder*r.

Thanks.

No.

I didn't say anything.

You're not taking her to your place
to interview her. Clear?

Very.

I promise.

Nice laptop. Where did you find it?

Milou? This is important
for us, and for you.

Where did you find it?

Do you know what's going on?

This laptop was stolen
from a woman who was m*rder*d.

You should talk to us.

I'm talking to you!

Why should I help?

Nobody helped me
when they set fire to my dog.

Fancy a coffee?

Captain, would you mind getting
two coffees and a tea?

Since I can't take her to my place.

You're very fond of that key ring.

What car is it? A Porsche?

Chevrolet Chevelle SS 396.
1968.

My grandfather's car.
I mean, a real one.

Where is he?

Fine.

It's a lovely Peugeot, Sharif.

- Can I start it up?
- Yes.

That engine sound!

Can I drive it?

How about showing me
where you found the laptop?

Have a nice drive?

Not going to strangle me?

And go to prison?
I have other plans.

If it wasn't for Milou, the laptop
would be in a garbage truck.

And better still,

she saw the thief.

A woman.

Guess who.

It isn't Jennifer.

Her alibi is solid and she tested
negative for gunpowder.

Well?

Milou identified

Ludivine Delaunay.

You threw the laptop

in the skip.

You don't deny it?
That makes you our prime suspect.

You think I'd k*ll my parents?
After all they did for me?

You broke in

to your mother's flat, stole
the laptop and tried to destroy it.

Can I call someone?

A lawyer?

No. My godfather.

You're not under arrest.

No-one can help you.
But you are free to leave.

We'll know everything in 24 hours.

It's not what you think.

We're listening.

My mother wrote romances,
inspiring stories.

But her life wasn't like that.

My father had affairs,
and so did my mother.

She kept a diary,
with intimate details.

She talked about her sex life.

Her affairs with other men.

One day I looked on her laptop.
It was all there.

Names,

places. All the details.

I couldn't read it.

Is that why you stole the laptop?

So no-one would read her diary?

The press would have loved it.

I didn't want her
remembered like that.

- You could've asked Laurence Klein.
- She's a publisher.

I can just see it:
"Hélène Delaunay's private diary."

"The hidden side
of the queen of romance."

She was my mother.
I couldn't let it happen.

I'm sorry I wasted your time,

but please don't let it
get in the papers.

Please.

Ludivine mentioned names in the
diary, it might give us something.

Someone trying
to avoid the publicity?

Stupid to throw away the laptop.

She made a mistake.

We both know the papers
would pay to get hold of it.

Having famous parents isn't easy.

Anyone would do the same.
Wouldn't you?

Yes, but that doesn't help us.

Funny couple, the Delaunays.

Maybe that's how
they stayed together?

Do you know many couples
that last 40 years?

Not in our generation.

OK, we'll pick up again
in the morning.

I'm having dinner with my mother,
want to come?

It's a bit soon, Sharif.

I'll see what I can get
from the diary.

You want to read
her last manuscript.

Have a nice evening.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Isn't my dad here?
He's not at home.

I think he's at your grandmother's.

I forget my key
and I need to get something.

I would wait,
but he'll stay the night with Mum.

Like last night.

They're back together,
did you know?

- Why are you telling me this?
- You may think

he's available, but he isn't.

They never stopped
loving each other.

Anyone who thinks they can
replace her is mistaken.

I see.
I'm pleased it's all worked out.

I've got a lot to do, Sarah.
Do you need to call your dad?

No. I'll find them.
Have a nice evening.

You too.

Mum, you can't miss me already.

We just had dinner together.

I'm at home.

I'm putting it in the fridge.

Yes. My place.

Why would I be at Deborah's?

Certainly not.

Sarah is there this week.

I have to go, Mum.
Love you. Yes. Don't worry.

Don't you ever stop?

This could be seen as harassment.

Guilty as charged.
Have you eaten?

I see why Ludivine didn't
want this in the wrong hands.

Really?

They both had affairs.

Sometimes together.
It spiced up their relationship.

But there's nothing useful.

No names?

Nothing to merit k*lling two people.

The interesting thing
is the hard disk.

What? Photos? Videos?

No. Nothing.

No manuscript.

She didn't write a word
while living with Laurence Klein.

Nothing?

That's what I don't understand.

She was prolific.
She wrote 6 to 8 pages a day.

A book a year.
Then nothing for a month?

If it wasn't to write,
or cheat on her husband,

why did she leave him?
She went out

on Tuesdays and Fridays,
but the other days...

What did she do?

She spent hours on the Internet.

No!

p*rn sites?

Not exactly.

Medical sites.

Always searching
on the same subject:

Hodgkin's disease.

Sites about prognosis,
stages of the disease,

support groups for sufferers.

Hélène Delaunay was seriously ill.
The crosses on the calendar.

Regular appointments.
Twice a week.

Hospital appointments?

What if it was an X, as in Xavier?
Professor Xavier Bertin.

You lied to us.

Professional secrecy.

I didn't have to disclose
the nature of our relationship.

We're investigating a double m*rder.
Such information could be useful.

I was treating her
for a relapse of Hodgkin's disease.

A disease which affects
the lymphatic system,

reducing immunity.

Hélène's treatment
wasn't working as we hoped.

She wanted it kept secret.

- That's why I didn't say anything.
- Was it terminal?

She left Paul to spare him.

He found out the night
of Ludivine's exhibition.

We argued.
He felt I had betrayed him.

It was Hélène's decision.

She didn't want him
to see her suffer.

- Did you treat her the first time?
- Yes.

We underestimate the impact
on the spouse and family.

And you're part of the family.

It's different
when you're close to the patient.

Hélène was unrecognisable.

Fortunately, Ludivine was

in America
and didn't have to see it.

But it was hard for Paul.

We'd like to see Hélène Delaunay's
medical file.

Sorry. Telling you
about her illness is one thing.

I can't give you her file.

Medical confidentiality.

Shall I put you through
to the legal department?

No, it's fine.

I've seen Doucet.

He's making some calls
so we can get her medical file.

"Heart to Heart".

Did you see the scars
on Bertin's wrists?

In "Heart to Heart",
the character cuts his wrists.

Hélène's first book.

Unrequited love between a boy
and a girl in his class.

The girl toys with the boy,
who attempts su1c1de.

I checked. Xavier and Hélène
were in the same class.

The character
is very like Xavier Bertin.

That's not all.

In the book, she becomes a writer,
and he a doctor.

He spends his life waiting for her.

So, he takes revenge because
of a book published 30 years ago?

Yes. Hélène used Xavier Bertin
as inspiration.

She was the love of his life.

It wasn't returned. She would
never leave Paul for him.

Despite their affairs, they were
the strongest couple I know.

How did Bertin react to the book?

How do you think?

All the details of your unhappy love
affair are revealed in a book,

and it's a bestseller.

It would upset anyone,

but he forgave her eventually,
and then...

Then what?

I really thought she had come back
to write a book.

She didn't need to lie.
I'd have taken her in.

That's not what
you were going to say.

It's nothing, it's just...

Yes?

- You were asking me about Bertin.
- So?

He's Ludivine's godfather.

I don't know...
I didn't say anything to Hélène.

Two weeks ago.

At the Regent.
I saw Xavier and Ludivine.

He was holding her hand.

And he was staring at her,
devouring her,

the same look he had at school,
when he was in love with Hélène.

It was... disturbing.

Excuse me.

Bertin couldn't have Hélène, so
consoled himself with her daughter.

And used her as an alibi.

Her and him?

If he has that much sway over her,
it'll be hard to get her to talk.

You said Professor Bertin
was at the exhibition all evening.

- Is that right?
- Why would I lie?

Women lie for men they love.

I don't know what you mean.

We're talking about you...

and your godfather.

The very personal relationship
between you.

Shall I continue?

We've done our homework, Ludivine.

The calls

and texts show the relationship
started on your return from the US.

Laurence Klein mentioned it,
it must have been difficult.

I don't understand.

You don't?
I'll be more specific.

You lived in the States
for several years.

Your mother does all she can
to help you succeed,

helping you financially.

She pays a critic
to write a good article.

But it became public,

there was a scandal
and you came back to France.

My mother tried to sort it out,
but it was too late.

My parents were in the Balearics.
Xavier was there for me.

You were easy prey.

Ludivine, we're not judging you.

You owe Professor Bertin nothing.
Was he really there all evening?

Do you think he... why?

Because of his obsession
with your mother.

Heart to Heart.

You're his alibi.

There were a lot of people,
but you're sure he was there?

He told me to say
he was there all evening.

Her testimony is too weak.
A lawyer could get Bertin off.

We'll see.

We've nothing concrete.
And getting revenge after 30 years?

The key is the argument with Paul.

I don't know what was said,
but it forced him to act.

Sarah?

I'll be right there.
Excuse me a moment.

- Well?
- Mum said you had something to say.

- You're having a baby.
- What?

I'd love
to have a brother or sister.

I understand you haven't told
your colleague.

Sarah, listen to me carefully.

I'm not getting back with your mum.

Not now, not ever.

I really did fix her computer.

And I did sleep on the sofa.

I'm sorry.

It's always the same.
It's always about what you want.

Sarah?

I can't leave you alone
for a second.

The Doctor came to deliver

the report on Mrs. Delaunay.

The husband's won't be long.

I prefer to do the preliminaries
and then go into detail.

There's no mention of treatment
in the toxicology report.

- Treatment?
- She had Hodgkin's.

Hodgkin's?

Did I pronounce it wrong?

- You didn't see it at autopsy?
- I need to do more toxicology.

The b*llet wound was fatal,

so I didn't look further.

It's like a blood test,
we look for what we're asked for.

But Hodgkin's causes damage.

Ganglions, changes in the spleen.
I wouldn't miss that.

Can you translate?

I don't what he was giving her,
but she didn't have Hodgkin's.

I'm sure of it.

That's why
he wouldn't give us her file.

Bertin getting revenge and poisoning

her slowly.

Something made him
speed up the process.

Paul must have insisted
on a second opinion.

I would have.
That ruined Bertin's plan.

Now he can call
the legal department.

Hello?

When?

No, we're nearly there.

They've found Bertin's body
in the car park.

He sh*t himself.

HELENE DELAUNAY
HEART TO HEART

I checked Paul Delaunay's phone.

He called the Léon Bérard clinic
just before the exhibition.

He wanted a second opinion.

Bertin had to k*ll them
before the truth came out.

Excuse me.

Yes?

Thanks.

It was the same g*n
used to k*ll the Delaunays.

It's an original copy
of Heart to Heart

we found in his briefcase.

The envelope suggests Hélène
Delaunay posted it a few hours

before being k*lled.

Forgive me.
I always have to have the last word.

- Meaning?
- A way of asking

forgiveness for the hurt
caused by the book.

Belated apologies.

You should be pleased.

It's handy when the criminals
k*ll themselves.

I don't know. Bertin was having
an affair with her daughter.

The book came out 30 years ago.
Why poison her now?

If you're unsure,
you need to find the answers.

I'll hold off the Prosecutor.

The paperwork can take

- two days.
- Three?

Two.

Then it's up to the Prosecutor.

Thank you.

"You see, I always have
to have the last word."

"I always have
to have the last word."

Captain?

We got it wrong.

The Delaunays committed su1c1de.
Then they were sh*t.

- Remember Hélène's note to Bertin?
- Having the last word?

It's the exact same words
used at the end of chapter 18.

Before the character
commits su1c1de.

So she's not asking forgiveness
for the book,

but for her su1c1de.

The husband finds out
about her relapse.

They can't live without each other.
Hence the clothes, the music.

They committed su1c1de together.
We'll have to confirm

with Dejax once he's up,
but I think it was poison.

Someone finds them and makes
it look like m*rder. That's unusual.

There aren't many reasons
for doing that.

No. There's just one.

To benefit from
a life-insurance policy.

Ludivine gets everything.

But why?
They gave her all she wanted.

You need a lot of anger
to sh**t your parents' bodies.

This is about more than money.

The art critic her mother paid?

She comes back destroyed.

Her mother, meaning well,

- makes her look worthless.
- The mother who is never there.

She can't take it anymore.

She realises she can manipulate
Bertin and use him.

But Paul and Hélène
k*ll themselves.

It all points at Bertin,
but it was her.

We need a confession.

She must have really
hated her mother.

I hope so.

Why am I here?

Xavier k*lled my parents.
His su1c1de proves it.

No, we think it was m*rder.

- You're the prime suspect.
- We know everything.

How you used Professor Bertin

to do your dirty work.

How your parents' su1c1de
forced you to change your plans.

They couldn't live
without each other.

It was only ever about them.

You're wrong, Ludivine.

Your mother loved you.

Before k*lling herself,
she sent this book to Bertin.

But you knew that.

There was a letter for you.
Didn't Bertin say?

He was supposed to give it to you.
I'll read it to you.

"Ludivine, I'm not writing
as a successful author,

"but as your mother.
I won't hide behind clever words."

"Forgive me for letting you think
only your father and I mattered."

- "Forgive me for..."
- You think that will throw me off?

My mother didn't use
that kind of paper.

She used yellowed paper.

You mean like this?

This letter was with the book.

Shall I continue?

"Forgive me for letting you think
only your father and I mattered.

"Forgive me for not knowing
how to help you blossom.

"You never knew
how much you were

at the heart of everything."

This letter is like
everything else. It's about her.

So people will say
what a great mother she was.

- Want to know what she was like?
- We know, Ludivine.

The American book tour,

Switzerland, business-class travel.
We don't feel sorry for you.

I didn't go on the tour of America.

I was at boarding school
in Switzerland.

I was 8 years old.

I saw them three times that year.

Is that the perfect mother?

I remember them leaving me there.

I ran after the car,
I thought they'd stop.

Take me with them.

She wasn't there for me.
She was never there.

My father, she had him
eating out of her palm.

She had that effect on men.
I inherited that.

I wanted her to die.
To suffer as I had.

And her friend, Xavier,

her old friend, was the solution.

I had him eating out of my palm.

You used him and then sh*t him
in a car park.

I wanted her to suffer.
To wither.

To be ugly on the outside
as well as the inside.

For others to see her as I do.

They were selfish to the very end.

When I sh*t them,

you can't imagine
how liberating it was.

What a great career move.

Take her away.

Your letter wasn't bad.

When we had Sarah, we said
we had to work at our relationship.

But when I look at the Delaunays...

They didn't leave any room
for their daughter.

I don't think you've understood
the term shared custody.

Mum will be home late.

- I thought you'd take me to dinner.
- Really?

Why would I do that?

So I forgive you
for getting my hopes up.

I see.

You think like a lawyer.

You said we were selfish
to get divorced.

We didn't think of you.
Remember?

It's not true.

Living with your mother
was difficult.

She'd say the same.

It went both ways.

Our only concern
was to protect you.

- I wasn't given a choice.
- I know.

You wanted us to stay together.

You'll learn

that life isn't always
as you want it.

I accept you aren't getting
back together. For now.

I'll make you see you're made

for each other.

What about that dinner?