03x05 - Un ami d'enfance

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No. Why?

There shouldn't be a problem.

I don't know where Astrid is.

I'll call you when she arrives.

Yes, of course.

No, no. Don't worry.

Yes, yes. We'll manage.

I understand. I understand.

Yes.

I don't know.

If you want me,
I'll be in the vault, OK?

This thing weighs a ton!

Look at the label!

It's not even part of the collection!

Calm down, Franck.

Everyone makes mistakes.

Lucky I'm not Mrs Gansard.

Anyway, Astrid isn't here yet.

If she was, you'd be gone!

Get out of the way!

Astrid!

- Say hi to Quentin.
- It's not him.

Not him, eh?
The way you're smiling,

he should be worried.

It's not what you think.

- It's a surprise.
- Surprise?

- For me?
- Yep.

Let me guess.

A TV show?

- No.
- Food?

No, not at all.

Am I warm?

You're cold, Dad. Really cold.

Excuse me.

Yes?

We have a body at the Fabric Museum.

- I'm coming.
- OK.

This carpet

would suit my mother-in-law's place:
what a dump.

We plan the weekly schedule
on Tuesday, bizarrely.

That's when duties are allocated...

You sent the texts?

Right?

- Are you plotting with Sarah?
- No.

Come on, I know.

- It's a surprise.
- Yes, that's right...

- It's a surprise.
- OK.

Hi, piggies.
Let me introduce Sergeant Laurent,

Stéphanie's replacement.

Sgt. Laurent,
meet Capts. Cherif and Briard.

Captain.

Sergeant Laurent.

- Call me Christelle.
- A sweet name.

Pleasure, Christelle.

Is he doing OK, our newcomer?

Briard.
You'll get used to the humour.

- This way, is it?
- Yes.

She's Adeline,

but her favourite name is Captain.

My first time

at this museum.

Our victim is Astrid Gansard.

40, single, no children.

She'd been museum curator for 1 year.

For 11 months exactly.

Body was rolled up in a tapestry

in the vault.

Access is restricted.

I contacted the head of security,
Stéphane "Deliègue".

Deliège.
He hates mispronunciation.

D'you know him?

If it's who I'm thinking of,
you could say so.

Deliège. I've noted it down.

The registrar found her this morning
whilst preparing

for tomorrow's exhibition.

Daniel Sternin's?
Everyone's talking about it.

Not everyone's into
shrouds on display.

My daughter loves museums etc..

We were going to go.
It's created a "fuzz".

- I think you mean "buzz"?
- Oh right? Like Buzz Lightyear?

Hi, Olivier.

- I'll wait at the exit.
- Thanks.

Follow me, please.

We're now entering the room
where the body was discovered.

- Thanks.
- No probs.

- Alright?
- Hi. OK?

I look forward to
every time we have a death.

- Don't you?
- No.

d*ed instantly.
A blow to the temple.

Time of death:
4 to 7pm yesterday.

They were open late:

it happened during opening hours.

Yep.

No other marks.

We're looking for a blunt object.

With an edge eg. table corner.

Like this?

Ah yes!

Astrid Gansard was k*lled here.

How d'you know that?

Different shades.

These surfaces
have been sanded recently.

- Put Luminol on that...
- We'll see blood.

Bingo.

- Captain!
- Yes?

May I ask for your hand?

- Pardon?
- Your hand.

- My hand, yes.
- Yes.

Very pretty.

For a special occasion?
A surprise, maybe?

Maybe I just wanted a change.

Ah!

Dejax, can you help me?

- Hold her hand.
- OK.

- I can stand by myself.
- It's helpful.

For the investigation.

- Pass it back.
- Already?

Yes.

Right...

She has soft skin.

- Problem with my manicure?
- No. It's quite pretty.

Look at your nail.

Looks like the victim's.

An immaculate-looking woman
with such untidy nails

doesn't make sense.

k*ller wanted to remove his DNA.

That would imply a fight.
The victim scratched him.

k*lling, cleaning up and hiding her
must've taken

20 minutes.

Well?

su1c1de?

Good. You're coming on.

As registrar here, I worked with her

every day.

I was the first she could bear.

The 3 before me
didn't finish probation.

Astrid said they were workshy.

Her management was radical.
She reorganised the whole museum.

- That can't have pleased staff.
- Some were angry.

Not counting...

the threatening letters she got

and her car having its tyres slashed.

When did you last see her?

Yesterday morning and after lunch,
to plan the setup.

How did she seem?

Normal.

Well, nervous and hyper as usual.

The weeks before an exhibition

are always a bit tense.

Sternin had a lot of critics.

I left at 4.30pm.

Astrid asked me

to finalise the programmes.

She rang me later
to give me more instructions

for the show.

Can I look at your phone?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

A call at 5.34pm.

Lasting 6 minutes.

Which means
she d*ed between 5.40 and 7pm.

Thank you.

The CCTV will tell us
who left and when.

I'd be surprised.

There was a camera here, eh?

- Until when?
- Yesterday morning.

One of the Museum Friends,
Jacques Perron, destroyed it.

Nice friends.

It's a donors' association
that supports the museum.

They were firmly against
Sternin's exhibition:

they think
he desecrates period shrouds.

"The Museum Friends"!

They're on the internet.

They have very fixed ideas
about what should be exhibited.

Astrid filed a complaint
against Perron,

the camera wrecker.
He's in the association.

OK.

Can you tell me about
Stéphane Deliège before he arrives?

We were at school together.
Must be about...

20 years ago.
I may not recognise him.

- Nor he you.
- I only have 1 or 2 grey hairs.

Nice motor, Starsky.

- You haven't changed.
- You have...

Only joking!

- Glad to see you, mate!
- Me too.

20 years!

It's been ages!

Sorry, Captain.

Stéphane Deliège.
Captain Adeline Briard.

- Pleasure.
- Same.

You got there in the end:
the g*n and the belt!

We dreamt about being PIs.

Hawaiian shirt for me,
Ferrari for him.

Why am I not surprised?

You maintain order,
in a more private way.

We're sort of colleagues.

I brought you our CCTV videos.

Crazy story, eh?

Astrid being m*rder*d like that.

I've given you
all the recordings from 3 to 8pm.

Start at nos. 6 to 11:

the entrance and vault cameras.

OK. Thank you.

You had this one as a kid.

You remember?

I dreamt of nicking it.

So you've always loved naff cars.

- Naff, my 504?
- Well...

- No, no. Don't say it.
- OK.

Or I'll get cross.

Know much about Jacques Perron?

A hothead.

Since the exhibition's been online,

he's been furious,
sending emails, phoning.

I told Astrid to tighten
security for the preview.

But he turned up earlier.

Yes, he smashed a camera

with an ice axe.

We chucked him out.

- He'll be on the videos.
- For sure. He's nuts.

Everyone stays away from him now.

Captain Briard.

See what you can find out
about Jacques Perron.

He's the subject of a complaint.

- Coffee?
- Yes.

In any case, you k*lled her.

That's the rule on TV.

The childhood friend
is always the culprit.

It's true.

It happens in The Persuaders,

in Starsky and Hutch.

I don't want to spoil things,

but why not confess right now?

With the dirt I have on you,
we'll have to negotiate.

You're buying the coffee for a start.

Captain, we're going for a coffee.

I'll grill Stéphane
about the museum's security.

Of course. Take your time.

I saw you just after exams:

your dad got a job on Réunion.
I've heard nothing since.

Réunion was paradise.

I went to uni, met my wife.

Been married 20 years.

Did you miss Lyon?

No. Wife got a job opportunity.

We came back.
8 months ago.

OK.

Bring her over for dinner tonight.

You know her already:

Pauline Ovadia, the registrar.

Whoa! She's too good for you.

I agree.

Hang on. Sorry.

Kader, how are you?

Kader?

- OK, Mum?
- Your voice is odd.

Yeah, I know.

You're not Kader!

Where's my son?

Mums never get it wrong.

- How're you, Mama Cherif?
- Mama Cherif?

- Ah, Stéphane, it's you?
- Yes, it is!

- How are you?
- Good, thank you.

- Where's my son? Put him on.
- He's here!

I'll put him on. Lots of love.

- Lovely talking to you.
- Thank you. You too.

- You're loud, Mum!
- Yes.

It was a joke, Mum.
Just a bit of fun.

All's well?

You wouldn't know
if something bad had happened!

- How are you?
- Fine.

- How did you meet Stéphane?
- I'll tell you later.

I'll call very soon. Big kiss.

- Big kiss.
- See ya'.

OK. 8pm tonight?

Of course. Where d'you live?

You'll never guess.

Right opposite.

- You're a workaholic.
- A bit, yeah.

- Can I talk to you?
- Sorry, go ahead, Captain.

Nice to meet you, Captain.

Perron's been arrested.

He att*cked the officers
with an ice axe!

He's coming in.

OK.

LAST WARNING

Yes. The threats
and slashed tyres were me.

This exhibition is a scandal!

A ridiculous mix of vacuity and hype!

Using period shrouds!
No respect for the dead!

OK! We understand.

You wanted it cancelled.
She refused. You k*lled her.

- You're totally mad!
- Of course.

You destroy a camera,

att*ck my 2 colleagues
with a nice little ice axe.

And you call us nuts.

You don't understand.

People like Astrid Gansard

are turning museums into theme parks.

Anything to attract attention!

She's using us
to wangle a job in Paris.

In short,

you destroyed the camera. No joy.

So you went back yesterday
to have a word...

- Between 5.40 and 7pm?
- No. I was...

at the cinema

on Berthelot Avenue.

Giving a speech. Check.

- What time did you leave?
- 6.30pm. Maybe later.

You'll stay here

while we check your alibi.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

We've nothing on Perron.

He's not on any videos from that day.

I don't understand how
exhibitions can annoy people.

His exhibitions cause outcry.

That's how Sternin makes money.

Artists can't do whatever they like.

I've gone through
Astrid Gansard's last phone calls.

Nothing after 5.34pm.

Last call was to Pauline Ovadia.

I have her text transcriptions.

She got her last text at 6.10.

Sent by Daniel Sternin.

Look.
It sends shivers down the spine.

Ah yes.

"It's over. You don't exist."

Sternin went a bit too far this time.

Police!

Come out!

Come out! On the ground!

He never resisted.
He seemed faraway.

For a guy who walks about
covered in blood,

I've seen worse.

D'you think he's k*lled others?

Wait till we question him

and get the lab results.

He describes himself
as the artist of death.

First it was mummies,
now he's in his red period.

We found shrouds painted in blood.

He also made sketches of Astrid...

Think he went a step too far
in his artistic frenzy?

I wanted you.

The blood we found
on Sternin's shirt is Astrid's.

I thought the art world
was quite traditional.

Nope. It has some real weirdos.

Your suspect is Dracula.

Those jars of haemoglobin

contain 3 different blood groups.

Put an end to Sternin's delirium.

Take your time, Captain:

answer Sarah's text.

- Your daughter?
- Yes.

"Thank you for a perfect...

"evening."

Ah yes?

"I loved the restaurant."

There.

Yes, that's good.

Shall we go in?

Mr Sternin,

you sent the victim a text
at 6.10pm yesterday:

"It's over. You don't exist."

Sounds a bit like a confession.

You also appeared on the CCTV
at the time of the m*rder.

She played, she lost.

Mr Sternin.

Astrid wanted my work.

But you can't have
my work without me.

Astrid learned the hard way.

Is that too hard for you to grasp?

What you're saying
isn't helping you.

What my client means is
that he had a call from Astrid.

A message that told him
she was leaving him.

You went to talk to her
and it went wrong?

Yet the work was rather good.

After what she said,
her existence no longer made sense.

She was alive no more
among the dead.

She joined the others.

He k*lled her symbolically.

There's one of Astrid's shrouds

in his home.
It is torn to shreds.

He crafted it with his own blood.

As for the jars in his fridge,
they are gifts from his models.

They give me
creation's most noble material,

original purity.

I hope you have
each model's consent.

And those scratches?

They don't all consent, eh?

Quite the opposite.

These are the hallmarks
of passionate love.

Ah! So you don't mind
if our forensic team

takes a few samples?

Not at all.

The cameras show that
Sternin got to the museum at 5.39pm

and left at 6.01pm.

OK. Very good.
We have enough evidence.

No, we don't.

We can see him
going around the museum,

but he never meets Astrid.

All those cameras
and no other suspect?

The one crucial camera was broken.

All we can do is
look at Astrid's relationships.

She wasn't much liked.

The victim's address:
9 Franjuge St?

A burglary's under way
in Astrid Gansard's flat.

Can you remind me
what we're looking for?

Where are you going?

Hands against the wall.

Lost your tongue?

Christian Dalibert.

Let me guess. It's the wrong flat?

No one. He's alone.

I want my lawyer.

Seen too many TV shows.

- The wrong ones.
- Cuffs.

What were you after?

He has nothing on him.

It must be well-hidden then.

OK. You know how it works:

something that's out of place.

Like that?

Very possibly.

Strange, an aquarium here.

It clashes, don't you think?

I like it.

- We have one at home.
- That's what I mean.

Vampire Diaries,

season 4, Ep. 18.

Damon realises

the cure he's after is in a chest

in an aquarium.

My daughter loves the show.

What about A Fish Called Wanda?

What's in the stick?

No?
Well, let's hope it's still usable.

Hiya, Dad.

Bye.
I'm going to grill your accomplice.

Sarah!

What's with the texts to Adeline?

- Adeline?
- Yes.

You're way off, Dad.

I'm talking to another guy.

What about Quentin?

He's chuffed for me.

And for you.

For me?

Why me?

I told you, it's a surprise.

Have a guess.

Enough of the riddles.
The surprise is wearing off.

Who are you texting?

Farid.

Your grandfather?

Right.

Explain.

I googled him.

He was on some sites
and a chat forum.

- A forum?
- On the Arab Spring.

He left a message a few months ago.

I registered
and replied to his message.

And he answered. It's great!

You don't know it's him.

Well, it's a good imitation.

He knows Granny's birthday,
his wedding date,

what hospital you were born in.
That's proof.

Want to hear from him?

No thanks.

My client
did not k*ll Astrid Gansard.

Every lawyer says the same thing.

Did he say
we found what he was looking for?

He said the USB stick was in water

and therefore, potentially useless.

Forensics are recovering the data.

I can explain.

Astrid's death isn't connected.

Let's see what forensics achieve.

Only then will my client explain.

No problem.

There's still room in the cells.

Dalibert is head of culture
at the regional council

and on the museum's executive board.

Something to hide, maybe?

- Cherif!
- Yeah... Eh?

Things that may damage his career?

I phoned round.

Astrid got the curator job

thanks to Dalibert.

And he co-signed the documents
for a budget increase.

Was this
an extramarital affair, then?

Dalibert, Sternin:
she knew how to manipulate men.

And forensics?

They'll call
when they get something.

As usual...

We'll keep you updated.

Oh dear! I must go.

I've got dinner to cook.

Will you join me, Captain?

No, sorry. I can't tonight.

OK.

- See you tomorrow.
- See you.

- Fingers off.
- It's so good, Dad!

- Should've been a chef.
- Yeah?

I think so too.

So, tell me.

Any news about the reunion?

Later.

- Evening.
- Hello there.

Alright?

Sarah, this is
a very old mate of mine,

Stéphane.

Pleased to meet you.

You'll be able to tell me
lots about my dad.

A nice little Côtes-du-Rhône.

Sorry Pauline couldn't come:
she's a bit shattered.

I understand.

Evening, Captain.

Captain!

We got the data from the stick.

Very good.
Put it on my desk. Thanks.

Be clearer, Mr Dalibert.

Why does that interest you?

The renovation

of the museum's west wing:

I want BP Donne to get the contract.

- That's your sister's firm.
- Different name, though.

What about the tender?

I need you for that:

Let me know who offers what
and we'll adjust our offer.

During the work,
budget increases may be required.

- Very well.
- Good.

You kept the photos all this time?

Show us. Let me
see you as Starsky and Hutch.

Don't worry about it.

- Please.
- Don't laugh!

I promise.

Come on!

OK. But I warn you,

bang goes my reputation.

Did you know Farid?

Your grandad had some history.

Your dad and I were real pals.

We were close throughout secondary.

The whole time,
I only saw Farid 4, 5 times.

He'd always turn up
for Kader's birthday...

in a double-breasted suit,

big BMW, big gift.

Classy.

If you like.

The rest of the time...

it was like he didn't exist.

He'd disappear like that...

without a word.

The last time I saw him, I...

- What?
- Nothing...

No one talks about him.
He didn't k*ll anyone!

It was the morning
of your dad's 15th birthday.

I slept at his place.

Your grandmother gave him an Atari:

the top games console back then.

That was a big present for her.

So, there we were, having breakfast
and then...

your grandfather arrived.

Handcuffed,

surrounded by police.

They started ransacking the flat.

Your father's face!

Mrs Cherif nearly hit them.

Then suddenly, a Black guy barged in

and told his men off
for behaving badly.

Doucet.

Chief Inspector Doucet.

I won't forget that name.

Dad.

Jean-Paul arrested my grandfather?

I didn't know you knew him still.

No worries.

He's superintendent. He's a friend.

It's OK.

Careful, this might hurt your eyes.

Let's see.

Whoa, look at your faces!

You look so funny!

- D'you hear me!
- Stéphane, you're hurting me!

Let go or Pauline and I
will have a nice chat!

Listen here, Astrid.

If you do that,
I swear you'll regret it!

Let me go!

Mystery guest.

No, no. Close it, please.

Gimme a break.

I'm sor...

Wow, you look good.

Sorry to interrupt,
but something's come up.

It's serious.

I'm into the USB stick.

Astrid recorded her conversations.
She has dirt on everyone.

Anything on Dalibert?

She had evidence to ruin him:
public contract fraud. But...

Sarah,
can you go to your room, please?

Thank you, sweetie.

- I wouldn't do it, Astrid.
- Stop, Stéphane. Let go!

That hurts!

Let go or Pauline and I
will have a nice chat!

Listen here, Astrid.

If you do that,
I swear you'll regret it!

Let me go!

OK, that's enough.

I'll explain.

I had a fling with Astrid.

Just once after an exhibition.

She had me by the balls.

Wanted me to sign a new contract

and lower my rates
or else she'd tell Pauline.

Astrid's thing was power.

I agreed:
I didn't want to lose Pauline.

I understand, but...

Why didn't you tell us?

What could I say?

Hi, great to see you.
By the way,

I slept with the woman
who was k*lled!

Where were you
between 5.40 and 7pm on that day?

With the fire brigade
doing safety training.

Then I went straight home.

I didn't say, but...

Pauline was in hospital
with peritonitis.

She was back at work,
but in poor shape.

We spent the evening together.

In peace.

Together.

Satisfied?

I'll need to see you again.
Not at home.

Right, well...

I'll be off.

Unless...

you want to lock me up.

We know each other.

And you know that I'll find you.

Yes, I know.

Stéphane concealed
his affair with the victim.

We didn't find him burgling her flat.

And Astrid had plenty of enemies.

Stéphane threatened her.

It proves nothing.

When Stéphane and I were kids...

we were inseparable.
We were wild.

We could really count on each other.

He never lied.

This story of an affair
isn't very convincing.

Passion, Adeline.
You must've experienced it?

Having sex to get ahead
is one thing. But for a few quid...

You're right, it doesn't make sense.

I hope Stéphane isn't the m*rder*r.

Time to go?

I now know
the texts weren't from Sarah.

The surprise is her grandad.
She contacted him.

Ah! And how... Is it going OK?

It never goes well for long
with my father.

If you weren't texting Sarah,
who were you...

It's private.

Good night, Cherif.

Night night.

You OK, Dad?

So, how did last night go?

It didn't end very well.

Stéphane wasn't
totally honest with me.

By the way, I've arranged

to meet Farid here in Lyon.

- Are you serious?
- Yes, I am.

- When?
- This evening, 6pm.

Can I go?

Give me a minute to let it sink in.

That was the surprise.

I thought it best
to tell you gradually.

Maybe not the best idea ever.

Maybe not.

- Sure about this?
- Yes.

- He won't come.
- Yes, he will. He promised.

Well, if he promised...

You know what I always say, eh?

Hope for the best,
prepare for the worst.

OK. It's your decision.

- Off you go. You'll be late.
- Have a good one.

Captain! Sorry to bother you.

I wanted to thank you
for being so welcoming.

I feel part of the team.

No problem at all.

We know what it's like
to start in a new squad.

Sorry.

- You a fan?
- Yes.

I love The Avengers.

Nice cup: never seen that one.

It's mine.

I've drunk out of it,
but here, have it.

- Really?
- Yeah, sure.

Why, thank you.

- That's OK.
- Thanks.

Call me any time you need me.

Actually...

You went through
Astrid's phone calls, right?

- Yes.
- OK.

D'you know if
she'd talked to Stéphane Deliège?

- The security man?
- Yes.

Doesn't ring a bell.
I'll check right away.

Thank you.

Any news?

- Not really.
- No?

He seemed normal?
Was he there with friends?

- He didn't seem strange...
- Commander Garnier!

- Small world. You well?
- Yeah.

I said that to Adeline!

You're checking Stéphane's alibi?

- Yes.
- OK, then.

Pascal organised the safety training.

And...?

Everything was fine
until he got that phone call.

A family matter, I think.

He left before the end.

- Really?
- D'you remember what time?

It must've been around 5pm.

How did he avoid the cameras? Look.

They're all over.

- Like Belphégor, eh?
- Belphégor?

The series in the '60s.

- You don't look your age.
- It's my day cream.

We've missed something.
We need to go back to the museum.

My karma's really bad right now.

- You believe in karma?
- No.

But yesterday, I met
an old friend involved in a m*rder

and tonight at 5,
Sarah's meeting her grandfather.

- Some week!
- It might go well.

I know my dad.
There's a 99% chance he won't come.

He likes to gamble
on the remaining 1%.

She'll be gutted.

- Maybe he will come.
- God forbid!

- Check out the cameras?
- If you don't mind,

I'll wait here.

OK.

Yes, Cherif?

Fancy a little experiment?

Yes, why not?

But... Cherif?

Cherif?

"Beam me up, Scotty."

Can you find my partner?

Yes, of course.

He's somewhere.

The m*rder*r knew
the cameras' blind spots.

That's how he got out undetected.

This blind spot story
makes your friend a top suspect.

- Yes?
- Hello? Where are you?

I have the autopsy results.

Wait, I'll put you on speaker.

- Hear me?
- Yes.

After examining the digestive system,

I can narrow down the time of death.

Yep.

She d*ed between 4 and 4.30pm.

You sure?
She rang Pauline after 5pm.

I checked.

Well, it was a zombie that called.

She was dead by then. Big kiss!

Bye!

- But we spoke!
- Forensics are positive!

Astrid d*ed
just as you left the museum.

The phone call was a smokescreen.

I want my wife!

My angel! You're all pale!

I came as soon as
I heard about the police.

What are you doing?!

And you?

It'll be fine.
Don't say anything, Pauline.

- Come with me now!
- I'm coming too!

No, you're not.

Here's the number

of a lawyer I know.

Call him.

Pauline Ovadia's been examined.
No sign of scratches.

Astrid's k*ller wants us
to think he was scratched.

Like the call
to falsify the time of death.

Exonerating Ovadia.

Yes.

She k*lled him at 4.30pm.

So, who phoned Pauline Ovadia?

The same person who hid the body

and knows the security system
well enough.

- Your friend, Stéphane?
- Yes.

Why's he not in custody?

I'm on it.

Can you prove all of this?

Get confessions.

- Want to stay on the sidelines?
- No.

No.

OK.

Good afternoon.

I'm representing Pauline Ovadia.
Mr Ovadia rang me.

- Can I speak to my client?
- Of course. Follow me.

You look on top form!

Let's talk, Stéphane.

Thanks for the lawyer, not.

I've nothing more to say.

It's your friend talking.

We retraced your schedule.

You went to the vault at 3.39.

Astrid joined you

and you left at 4.30pm.

What happened in that time?

My client already told you.

We'll tell you again, then.

They discussed the exhibition.

When she left the museum,
Astrid Gansard was alive.

So, my question is:

why would she k*ll her?

We know why you were in hospital.

Pauline,

you said
how uncompromising Astrid was

and that all she cared about
was work.

You had a miscarriage

due to extreme fatigue.

I was only off for 1 week.

I did my best
to get back to work ASAP. Stéphane...

Tell me what happened?

My client has the right to silence.

Captain, we're wasting our time.

It's a pity.

Pauline is our main m*rder suspect.

She could never have hidden the body.

- It's too heavy for her.
- I agree.

Even for you, it can't've be easy.

She rang you in a panic:
she'd just k*lled Astrid.

Is that my friend talking?

You went to the museum.

You used the camera blind spots

and then cleaned up.

You rang Pauline
from Astrid's phone.

Perfect alibi.

And? You'll send her
to prison, will you?

You've no idea
what Astrid put us through.

You didn't have an affair.

So, why the argument?

Did she want to sack Pauline?

Stop lying to me.
The stakes are too high.

We know that Astrid fell.

That she was pushed.
It was manslaughter.

You don't have a record.

A good lawyer...

She will not go to jail!
You've no proof or motive.

- It's the only way.
- Yeah?

Don't do this.

I want to confess
to Astrid Gansard's m*rder.

- You can't.
- Kader!

Take my confession
or I'll get another cop.

How did your pregnancy affect her?

She saw you as her soul sister.

It's fun talking to a brick wall.

She pushed you so hard,
you miscarried.

When you returned to work,
she continued and you lost it.

It was an accident.

But you k*lled Astrid.

I promised I'd look after you.
I confessed.

I pushed Astrid.

She hit her head.

- No!
- No.

Don't go to jail because of her!

- It's not fair.
- Pauline!

I'll survive.

You'll be there for me.

You were right in the end.

Childhood friends
are always culprits on TV.

- I'm sorry, I can't.
- Don't do it, Pauline.

- Sorry, I can't.
- Don't, Pauline!

Pauline, don't do it.

I...

At the beginning, she was happy
because I gave 110%. And...

When I got pregnant, I told her

and her attitude towards me changed.

As if she blamed me
for wanting a child

when she'd chosen not to have one.

Was she better when you returned?

No. She was more and more hurtful.

She goaded me all morning.

But the final straw was when...

We were both in the vault

and she said...

I should be on form
after my week's holiday.

And she knew about the miscarriage.

I pushed her.

She fell backwards,

against the table edge.

When I realised I'd k*lled her, I...

I called Stéphane.
He said to lock the vault and go,

he'd sort it all out.

What have I done?

For once, I wish
it had ended differently.

Pauline charged with manslaughter,

Stéphane, with complicity.

What a pity!

How about dinner
to take your mind off things?

Really?

At Guy and Steph's.
Take it easy.

I knew it.

But Sarah's meeting

her grandfather.

But...

- Some other time.
- Some other time.