01x05 - Crime à la carte

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You should have put them away.
How many times have I told you?

Johnny Hallyday tickets!
How could you throw them out?

If you'd put them away,
it wouldn't have happened!

Bloody hell!

Oh, my God!

Sarah, it's time.

Just five minutes more.

- Present for my hard-working girl.
- Breakfast, great!

Up you get,
or you'll be late for school.

- What are these?
- They're for my art class.

Not bad, eh?
I got 17 and 19/20.

Mrs Brabant, the new teacher,
says I'm gifted.

She'll even give me
extra lessons for free.

You need to call her,
her number's in my book.

Yes, Stéphanie?

Hello, Sharif.
A present for breakfast.

A body in a dustbin.

Presqu'île district.

OK.

I don't think I'll make
my ticket quota this morning.

CAPTAIN SHARIF

Hear anything unusual?

You seem out of sorts.

Did your mother call?

- If only.
- Hello.

A man of 40-45,
found early this morning.

By the couple over there.

They were looking for lost
Johnny Hallyday tickets.

Sold out.
I bought mine 8 months ago.

Judging by the rigidity and
the cold, he's been there 20 hours.

He d*ed yesterday around noon.

No trace of wrist restraint
or sexual v*olence.

- Well!
- What is it?

He looks familiar.

- Cause of death?
- In his back.

Two s*ab wounds,
asymmetric extremities.

- Sharp blade. Wounds unabraded.
- Correct.

The facial bruising
is due to a b*ating.

The k*ller used him
as a punchball.

Cuts on the fingers.

- Kitchen workers have those.
- That's it!

It's Luc Delvos, the starred chef.

A genius of molecular cooking.

What?

I have a life outside the police.

That explains it.

This bin belongs
to the restaurant.

- You know it?
- It's his restaurant.

Where is my husband's body?

On its way to the mortuary.

Mrs Delvos,
when did you last speak to him?

Four days ago.

He was going to Paris
for the Gastronomy Salon.

Cooking was his life.

He hoped to get
his second star this year.

He was due back this morning.

I thought he'd be here.

- Do you know where he stayed?
- No.

He didn't tell me everything.

It must be on the computer.

It happened yesterday around noon.

Any idea why he came back early?

Yesterday?

No.

We were closed.
There was no reason

to come back early.

I've told everyone, Mrs Delvos.

Perrine Chartier.
My husband's second chef.

Do you want me

- to tell the team to go home?
- No.

We're launching the new menu
in two days.

My father opened the day
we buried my mother. We open.

Perrine,
I'm going to need you here.

- Can you stay?
- Of course.

Did your husband have an office?

Yes, upstairs.

I'll take you.

Miss?

Mrs Delvos asked you to stay.
Why?

Were you going
to hang up your apron?

I was going
to run the second restaurant.

But now...

I can't leave Mrs Delvos alone here
after all she's done for me.

Mrs Delvos needs us
to stick together.

We have 49 reservations
in 3 hours' time.

It's what Chef Delvos
would have wanted.

Patrick, you've often said
you'd make an excellent second chef.

- Now's your chance to prove it.
- Yes, Chef Chartier.

Christophe, pressed foie gras,
avocado green salad

- with grapefruit sauce.
- Yes, Chef.

Victor, spherified green tea
and tomato vinaigrette.

Yes, Chef.

- Get to work.
- Yes, Chef!

Very impressive.
A real leader of men.

I told him they would bite
the hand that fed them.

Meaning?

20% of the team
are in rehabilitation.

Chef Delvos gave them the chance
to become whole again.

It can't have been easy
for you here.

Before me, there were 5
second chefs here in 18 months.

All men.
Not one was kept on.

Congratulations.

Whatever.

I had a breakdown a year ago.
If not for Mrs Delvos,

I wouldn't be here now.

So second restaurant or no,

if she needs me, I'll stay.

Any idea

who would att*ck the Chef?

Everyone loved him.

It wasn't a fan who stabbed him
and dumped him in the bin.

Notice anything unusual recently?

Anne... Mrs Delvos

doesn't know,
but there have been thefts.

There was a bad atmosphere.

But the Chef said it was sorted.

- When was that?
- Friday.

Just before he left for the Salon.

You don't scare me, you thief!

We all know it was you!

Chef Delvos knew it, too.

Julien, that's enough!

You're finished here.
Say goodbye to your probation!

Stop it, Julien!

Put that down!

Put it down!

- You...
- Goddammit!

I've let go.

You two are coming to the station.

Baudemont? Two people
to take away. In the kitchen.

I've got the address
of Delvos's hotel in Paris.

Secretive guy.
He didn't even tell his wife.

- I couldn't accept that.
- Everyone has their secrets.

Ever thought
of running a restaurant,

with your natural authority
and love of order?

Yes, but you can't handcuff
commis chefs.

We questioned

the entire staff.
It's hard work, but pays well.

There's one waiter who earns
200 euros more than me.

After 23 years!
Cops' pay is rubbish.

At the restaurant,

everyone says Xavier Blancard
is the thief.

They say Delvos
wanted to fire him.

They even think
Blancard could have k*lled him.

It's all in here.

Thank you.

Xavier Blancard is on probation.
If he's fired, he's back in jail.

That's what's called a motive.

All right? Did my colleagues
all slag me off?

Sit down.

I won't say it again.

Thanks.

This is all bullshit.

They're all jealous.

The Chef said I was gifted.

That made them crazy.

They thought I'd cr*ck up.

But I kept my mouth shut.

I did everything.

Peeling, cleaning,
yes, chef, yes, chef.

- Like in the army.
- That's how it is.

It's what I always wanted to do.

Were you called in
to see the Chef, or not?

You need to do better than that.
Next step is searching your home.

Your probation officer
says you live with your mother.

I doubt she'd appreciate that.

Still nothing?

Right.

OK, wait.
It was me who was stealing.

The Chef understood.

He called me into his office,
I gave back what I could.

Why bite the hand that feeds you?

My mother's about to be evicted.

I don't earn enough to help her.

No address, back to prison.

I told the Chef everything.

I'll tell you this.

He didn't fire me.

He even helped me find
a room in a hostel.

- Name of the hostel.
- Delvos was a good guy.

He even offered me
some extra work.

If I went to Paris with him,

I'd earn 100 euros.

He needed a hand.
I was to meet him at the station.

- Saturday morning?
- Yes. When I got there,

he wasn't there.
I tried his mobile.

No answer.
I assumed he'd changed his mind.

Fine. Thank you.

I've put Blancard in a cell
while we check his story.

Delvos's hotel room wasn't used.

His entry badge
to the Salon was never scanned.

He lied about
what he did last weekend.

Mrs Brabant, I'm Kader Sharif,
Sarah's father.

Here you go, girls.

I'm calling about
the extra drawing classes.

Thanks for your offer,

but I'd rather Sarah concentrate
on the important subjects.

The documents you wanted.

I know it's free,
it's not about that.

Yes, her drawings
are very promising.

I'm sorry, that's how it is.
I have to go.

Have a nice day.

Xavier Blancard's mother
picked him up.

He's more shocked than he admits.
Delvos was a guru.

Nevertheless, he had run-ins
with the law when he was young.

Muggings, fraud...
a real hooligan.

Until cooking saved him.

A training course
granted by a judge.

Discipline did the trick,

and he was hired by Chef Hurtince.

Anne Delvos's father?

He falls in love with the boss's
daughter, marries her,

and takes over the restaurant.

Top dog.

Who ends up in the bin.

But why naked?

There's a gap of 72 hours from
when he was last seen to his death.

Maybe part of the answer's
in this phone log.

Thanks.

So... only three calls all weekend.

See the transmitter log?
He never left Lyon.

Last call Sunday afternoon.

Between Sunday and Monday
when he d*ed,

he answers no incoming calls
and makes only three.

None to his wife.

The lovely Perrine Chartier.

His second chef.

You think I'm Chef Delvos's
mistress?

You wouldn't be the first
to fall for your boss.

That's ridiculous.

Did you know he wasn't in Paris?

No, but it doesn't surprise me.

He and his wife weren't getting on.

It's been hard recently.

A second restaurant,

a potential contract
with a ready-meals group.

Major investments.

He wanted to branch out.

Ambition's good, right?

Yes, but for Anne
it was a culture shock.

Her father did traditional cooking
on a small scale.

Luc liked novelty.
He wanted bigger things.

So yes,
it was tense between them.

Do you think Delvos
was seeing someone else?

While we were preparing the menu,
he got several calls.

He moved away to answer,

but it was a woman.

And it wasn't Anne.

She didn't deserve that
after all she'd done for him.

Where were you yesterday
around noon?

In Switzerland,
at a catering seminar in Lausanne.

All day Monday.

I came back this morning.

Sunday?

You're sure?
Thank you.

Thank you, Captain.
Perrine Chartier's alibi holds up.

The catering college confirmed it.

Luc Delvos's phone log.
I think I have something.

Calls from Noémie Legay.

Noémie Legay? I know that name.

A famous interior designer.

Her name's always in the papers.

She did both restaurants.

Quite short calls in the daytime.

A designer calls her client
several times a week. It's normal.

Except the works ended
2 months ago.

They had no other projects ongoing.

Interesting.

No calls over the 3 days
preceding the m*rder.

If they were together,

- no need to call.
- Yes.

Excuse me a minute.

Be right back.

- Sarah!
- Hi, Dad.

- Weren't you prepping with Eloïse?
- The maths teacher was absent.

I'm going to finish
my masterpiece for Mrs Brabant.

- Did you call her?
- Wait a second.

I didn't get time
to talk earlier.

Career choice is a serious thing.

I know. I could do loads of things:
architect, industrial designer.

Even cartoonists
went to the Beaux-Arts.

Drawing's great,
but it doesn't pay the bills.

Consider other options.

- But I'm gifted.
- I know. Don't get carried away.

Not everyone succeeds, believe me.

You made me play music as a kid.
It's the same thing.

You were seven, darling.

- You must think of your studies.
- This can wait till tonight.

No need to leave
your precious work.

You can go back to it now.

I've homework to do
and a drawing to finish.

- I've got Noémie Legay's address.
- Thanks.

Mrs Legay?

Captains Briard and Sharif.
Police.

- We need to ask you some questions.
- About what?

What was your relationship
with Luc Delvos?

Complicated. Why?

He was found dead this morning.

Mrs Legay?

Careful.

How long have you been pregnant?

Five months. I need to slow down.

Is Delvos the father?

Did you see him at the weekend?

Not really, no.

We just broke up.

It took me eight months to realise.

I decorated the restaurant,
I got pregnant.

That's when I realised.

Who is Luc Delvos really?

He pulled out all the stops.

He wanted to get married,

start a new family.

Yeah, right.

I saw it
when I told him I was pregnant.

He didn't say anything at first.

He waited
till I'd finished decorating.

To celebrate, he wanted to take me
away for a romantic weekend

in Holland.
We had to do it fast,

because there was the Paris salon
and after was too late.

He was going to book a lovely room

in a luxury clinic.

So I could have an abortion.

He set it all up.

I wanted to k*ll him.

I shouldn't say this to you,
but I could have k*lled him.

Friday I called his wife
to tell her everything.

She was indignant, until
I threatened to tell her father.

Then she panicked.

- Did you do it?
- Of course.

I called him.

I knew from his voice,
Luc was in for it.

To succeed, you have to take risks,
innovate.

Luc was persuasive.

People would follow him
to the ends of the earth.

When he arrived, I knew
only he could succeed my father.

But you didn't bring me here
to talk about that.

We know about Noémie Legay
and the child she's carrying.

- It must have been a shock.
- She's lying.

It can't be his.

Where were you Monday at noon?

You think I'd k*ll my husband
because of some slut?

You didn't believe her?

Let's say no.

What did your father think
of the call

from Miss Legay?

We're trying to reach him.
Know where he is?

Probably by the river.

He walks every morning.

Since his stroke,
the restaurant

- is too stressful.
- But he told you

about the call from Miss Legay?
- My father

is not a violent man.
He didn't k*ll my husband.

Leave me alone!

I demand to see my daughter!

Stay there.

Don't touch me! Let me go!
This is outrageous!

Guardians of the peace,
leave me in peace!

- Calm down!
- Stay here!

Your daughter is fine.
She's not under arrest.

Do you understand?

Yes.

We have two options.

One, you stay here and you'll
be in a cell within seconds.

And the second?

Come with me.

It's OK, guys.

He's done nothing!
We were together when he was k*lled!

Come on, let's talk about it.
Come on.

Will tea be OK?

Why are you so worried
about your daughter?

I ate at your restaurant
when you were there.

What about during the Delvos era?

Molecular cooking.
I like knowing what I'm eating.

The more you deconstruct,

the more you want to surprise...
But no.

Cooking is about
bringing people together.

You share.

You taste.

You inhale.

You take pleasure.

Luc Delvos was more about
showing off than know-how.

You know, for fifteen years

they've wanted to put my face
on their frozen meals.

I always told them to get lost.

The Chamberts, the Méniers,
all of them.

But they offered me a ton of money.

Many of the greats have done it.

But not you.

Not me.

My legacy is my little restaurant.

It may not be much,
but it's my present to my daughter.

I realised too late
that my son-in-law

was using my restaurant
and my daughter as a springboard.

Not many fathers-in-law
like their sons-in-law.

Is that why you b*at him up?

Because he was ruining your legacy?

Or simply because he deserved it?

Mr Hurtince!

Delvos respected nothing, right?

Neither your daughter,

nor your restaurant.

To the point of stabbing him
and dumping him in a bin?

It must have been hard to swallow
what he was doing to Anne.

He hoodwinked her from the start,
and me with her.

Molecular cooking!

Endless investments...

His mistress,

his bastard.

Got a daughter?

Yes.

If someone humiliates her,
what do you do?

I bite.

But the real question is,
what do you do?

I didn't k*ll that assh*le.

But I did b*at him up.

It's all he deserved.

When was this?

Friday evening.

When I heard about the kid,
I went to find him.

It was late.
He was alone in the restaurant.

I told him I knew everything.

His cheating...

His stupid expansion plans,

and I punched him in the face.

There.

And then?

Then...

I was no longer myself.

I hit a car.
I didn't know what I was doing.

It brought me to my senses.

I never saw the bastard again.

So much

for Friday night.

What about Monday late morning?

Did you go back for more?

I want to see my daughter.

She won't budge.

She says she met her father
at 9.30 am and stayed with him

all day.

She's covering for him.

They didn't conspire.

When I ask him about his alibi,
he won't answer.

If they conspired,

he'd just say he was with her.

All she wants is to see her father.

Let's see what the reunion brings.

Hey! Where are you going?

I nearly missed you.
That'd be a shame.

Delvos's liver is full of water.
No idea why.

- Poisoning and stabbing?
- That's what I thought.

But no. There's something else,
but I haven't found it.

- Keep looking, then.
- For you, I will.

I'll take Chef Delvos apart,
organ by organ.

I'll serve him up on a plate!

Sharif? If anything happens to me,
don't let him autopsy me!

How many times?
My father was with me at the time.

You were with Anne.

Why didn't you say so before?

Dad, tell them we were together.

Where were you,

Mr Hurtince?

You weren't satisfied

with Friday night's b*ating?

Did you start again on Monday?

I was...

We're listening.

I was at Chambert's.

The ready-meals firm.

I signed a contract with them.

A bunch of recipes

for their products.

- My mug will be on them.
- I can't believe it!

You've not given them your name?

- Why didn't you tell her?
- He always said

Chambert was not cooking.

You told Luc
you'd never lower yourself.

I thought that one day
you'd get tired of his abuse.

And you'd need money.
That's why I signed.

It was for you.

I see. Thank you very much.

Goodbye.

I won't offer you any.

Just because I go
to fine restaurants,

it doesn't mean I won't eat
your mother's diet food.

- Great.
- That was Chambert's head of sales.

She was at the Hurtince deal.
She's delighted.

- Good for them.
- But wait.

The contract contains
a reciprocal-exclusivity clause.

Chambert can't work with Delvos.

Goodbye Delvos

and his expansion plans.

They were going to invest
in the second restaurant.

Chambert's son
was earmarked to run it.

And Perrine Chartier?
Her reward

after years of abuse.
What do you think is the result?

- Bitterness.
- And a motive for m*rder.

Perrine Chartier may have seen
Hurtince b*at up Delvos on Friday.

Hurtince thought
the restaurant was empty.

It must have been a shock for her.

So what does she do with Delvos
from Friday to Monday?

No idea, and she was in Switzerland
at the time of the m*rder.

Hello, Adeline. Can we talk?
It's important.

Of course. Excuse me.

Sarah had a drawing class
an hour ago.

Imagine her face when she knew
you refused the extra classes.

I tried to calm her,
but you're a hard client to defend.

Have you seen her drawings?
She's got something.

She's gifted,
but that's not the question.

You know her.
She gets carried away.

I just don't want her
to be disappointed.

Still, it's good that
she inherited the talent.

That's the problem, isn't it?

Kader?

Remember when we helped your mother
tidy the cellar?

What we found?

A box of your father's drawings.
He was gifted.

You've never talked about him
and I was happy to leave it at that.

If your daughter asked you,
you'd answer her.

I know.

It's her story too.
So if you don't want her to draw,

you have to tell her why.

Sorry.

I have to go.

Yes, it's wonderful, isn't it?

Remind me why we're here.

To investigate a chef,
you must test the food.

New ravioli with local truffles
and hazelnuts for madam.

Veal kidneys and wild ivy syringe
with risotto mousse for sir.

- Enjoy your meal.
- Thank you.

You empty it over the meat.

Thanks, Captain.

It's amazing.

So, your guilty pleasure

is gastronomy.

It's one of them.
Got to keep busy between murders.

- It's delicious.
- Very good.

Come on.

- Let's congratulate the chef.
- I've just started.

We'll get a doggy bag.

Two beef with carrot and coconut,
1 brill in coffee, 2 spiced apple.

- Yes, chef!
- Congratulations, Miss Chartier.

- It's quite an experience.
- Thanks, but I don't have time.

You will.

Must have been hard
losing the second restaurant.

We're busy.
You've no business here.

You saw the fight
between Hurtince and Delvos.

Is that when you learnt
you'd lost the chef's job?

No. I left before that.

Chef Delvos closed up.

Your father must have arrived
after I left.

Ask him. Did he see me?

Obviously not.

We'll work out how you did it.

Believe what you like.
I was 200 km away.

Miss Chartier was in Switzerland
and has proved it.

I want to know who k*lled Luc,

- but you're wrong.
- Not this time.

Either arrest her
or get out of my establishment.

We can't arrest Perrine Chartier
without any proof.

We'll find proof
she was in the restaurant

at the time of the fight.

When Hurtince
came to b*at up Delvos,

he parked in the staff car park.

He hit a car when he left.

Look at this.
The door mirror is broken.

If it's Chartier's, she was here.

Perhaps.

It's Captain Briard.

I need a vehicle check.

Alpha, Mike, 425, Romeo, Romeo.

Thanks.

It's hers.

Why don't we arrest her now?

We don't know how she managed
to get an alibi.

You're here.

I went to see grandma
after school.

I showed her my drawings.

She was very moved.

She showed me these.

My grandfather drew them.

- Is that why you're upset?
- I'm not upset.

You won't ever talk
about your father.

If I ask Grandma,
she says to ask you.

Even Mum doesn't know anything.

There's nothing to say.

He wasn't Attila.

Was he?

You can't stop me drawing
because he did.

11.50.
What time do you call this?

If the car hadn't gone,

- I'd have been worried.
- I've got good news.

And I've got bad.

Ladies first.

I called the catering school
in Lausanne.

They confirmed
Perrine Chartier's movements

on the day of the m*rder.

From 10 until 6,
she was with students,

doing demonstrations.

She couldn't
have got there and back.

Even by plane.
She can't have k*lled Luc Delvos.

Sorry. What's your good news?

I've been through
Perrine Chartier's phone records.

I hoped to find a trace
of a lover or some secret.

- And?
- Nothing.

And this is good news?

Nothing that I expected to find.

No friends, no lover.

Perrine Chartier is all work.
And a regular reservation

at the L Bar.

The L Bar?

A lesbian bar.
I went there this morning.

I had an intuition.
I was interested in the texts

between Perrine Chartier
and Mrs Delvos.

Nothing in the last few weeks,
but when Perrine had her burn-out

there were loads,
and then they stopped.

Look at the last ones.

Perrine Chartier to Anne Delvos.

"Thanks for everything.
You saved me."

"I love you, Anne."

"Let's go away together."
Did Anne Delvos reply?

Sent in the middle of the night.

"I'm sorry if I misled you.
I love my husband

and will never leave him.
I hope we can still work together."

That's hard on Chartier.
So what?

She waited until
she could get rid of the husband.

Hello?

Yes, Sir.

Doucet wants to see us.

Come in.

Mrs Delvos's lawyer, Maître Atlan,

who needs no introduction.

We've met before.

My client is filing
a harassment complaint

against your officers.

They went after her father,
her, her chef.

It shows intention

- to harm my client's business.
- Indeed.

Looking for a m*rder*r
can upset people, it's true.

The staff at the restaurant
are very distressed.

Wouldn't catching the k*ller
help morale?

That's what I was trying to say

to Maître Atlan,
but it's already been said.

- Superintendent.
- Maître.

Perrine Chartier has an alibi,

and I can prove she intended
carrying on working there.

She had no reason to k*ll him.

Sorry about your theory, Captain.

It's coming back to me now.

- What?
- Why we divorced, Maître.

Do you think she's bluffing
about the motive?

No. We have another lead.

She gets her lover back
by getting rid of the husband.

It's a possibility.

The naked body in the bin?

The chef was hard on Perrine
and his wife.

A way of making him pay.

They were accomplices?

We have no proof of that.

Anne Delvos was in love
with her husband.

She denied he was having
a relationship with Noémie Legay.

She really thought
her father had done it.

Confirm the motive,
arrest her and get a confession.

- There's just one problem.
- Yes?

Perrine Chartier was in Switzerland
at the time of the m*rder.

What do you think?

I agree with
Captain Sharif's theory.

But you're stuck on the alibi.

"Once you eliminate the impossible,
whatever remains,

no matter how improbable,
must be the truth."

Columbo?

The Sign of the Four,
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Very good, Captain.

Perrine Chartier is a chef,
not a criminal genius.

Delvos didn't answer any calls
or text anyone at the weekend.

If he was immobilised since Friday
evening, did she call herself?

- Why do that?
- To show she was important.

Or to show Delvos was still around.

"Once you eliminate the impossible,
whatever remains,

"no matter how improbable,
must be the truth."

I know how she k*lled Delvos
when she was 200 km away.

- What?
- You heard.

Perrine Chartier k*lled Delvos
on Friday and put him in the fridge.

- It changed the time of death.
- That's why she undressed him.

So the cold wouldn't leave
a mark on his clothes.

She saw the row between Delvos
and his father-in-law.

She k*lled him afterwards
and hid the body in the cold store.

She ran the restaurant
on Saturday and Sunday.

You know the history
of this establishment.

Started by my father,
Chef Hurtince,

continued by my husband,
Luc Delvos.

She put the body in the bin
on Sunday afternoon.

Then she left for Switzerland,
while Delvos's body warmed up.

Making Dejax
think he was k*lled on Monday.

His tragic departure
must not end the story.

He would be proud today.

I'll hand over to Chef Chartier.

She trained in molecular cooking,
she knows all about

- the effects of the cold.
- A new page is being written.

Dejax? We have
an interesting theory for you.

Chef Delvos and I
worked hard to do our best.

With the new menu,
we have two goals:

an expl*si*n of flavours
and beautiful presentation.

Please follow me into the kitchen.

Why are you here?

We have proof that Perrine Chartier
k*lled your husband.

Please come in.

Cryogenic cooking,
ultrasound, vacuum cooking.

Barbaric words for an experience

for your taste buds, eyes and brain.

Let's move on to the demonstration:

egg-and-bacon ice cream.

I've always wanted to be a chef.

Pretend I'm not here.

Fine.
I don't want to spoil your dream.

That's kind.

These are special eggs.

The bacon is already inside,

in a cream form.

This is how it looks.

I add some liquid nitrogen.

And I...

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Stir gently.

It's a molecular reaction
caused by the cold.

The cold can be miraculous.

And... here you are.

Who'd like a taste?

Tell me, Miss Chartier,

what happens to a warm human body
put in a cold store at 3 degrees?

No answer?

You're the expert.

No-one wants a taste?

I'll tell you, then.

It slows down
the decomposition process,

leading to an incorrect
time of death.

Leave me alone.

Giving you an alibi.

Perrine Chartier, I am arresting
you for the m*rder of Luc Delvos.

What happened?

Please!

Do you have anything to say?

I've nothing to say.

That was a brilliant intervention
at the restaurant.

It's a great theory,
but you have to prove it.

Carbon-14 will do that.

It can precisely identify
the time of death.

And it isn't recognised
by the court. Anything else?

Or I will leave, with my client.

You saw the fight between
Luc Delvos and his father-in-law.

We can prove it.

- Hurtince hit your car.
- So?

Yes, I was there when they fought.
I heard everything.

- So?
- You lied to us.

That will happen in your job.

We're used to it,
but you lied to Anne Delvos.

Do you often do that?

Mrs Delvos?

Captain Sharif, I'd like to speak
to my clients in private.

Perrine...

I'd had enough.

Your father had badly beaten Luc.

I wanted to help him,
put some ice on his face.

But he lashed out.

He went mad.
He said things.

What things?

That Miss Chartier
was in love with you.

Did you tell your husband
about her texts?

Yes...

He saw I was upset.

He wanted to know why.

He insisted.
I trusted him.

He was so angry.

He said I should enjoy

seeing him like that.

He knew I wanted to take

the restaurant.

And his wife.

He said I'd never work
in another kitchen again.

And everyone would know
I was gay.

So I picked up the Kn*fe.
And...

I didn't know what to say.

I didn't want to hurt you.

- Here.
- Thank you.

- It's my fault he's dead.
- No.

It's not your fault.

I've lost everything.

I can't carry on
with the restaurant.

You don't have to.
You can start again elsewhere.

The restaurant is my legacy.
I didn't have a choice.

A legacy is what you make of it.

I don't know your dad very well,
but I can see that he loves you.

- You OK?
- Hi, Dad.

Had a good day?

Thanks, Dad.

What for?

Can I do the classes?

I spoke to your teacher.
You do have talent.

You get it from my father.

What counts is how you use it.

I've got something for you.

Sit down and close your eyes.

You can open them.

It's lovely.
Thank you.

Glad you like it.

- When will we talk about it?
- What?

My grandfather.

One day.

One day.