01x03 - Alexia

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Grandiose music

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Tension music

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- Tam, there are 3 vehicles
a big truck, it could be them.

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You tell me
when you see them, Tam?

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- Yeah, they're here.

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-Welcome, Mr. Chassagne.
[-We have Chassagne

*and the one who shot me

to the Eiffel Tower.
La folle!]

-Are you with me?

[-They bring the paintings
into the castle.]

- Alex, you're next,
ready?

-Doors open in 10 min.
You will be taken to your rooms.

*-Alex?
-Don't forget,

today, we receive
elementary school classes.

*-Alex, are you kidding me?
-Stay alert!

*-You wanted to be part
of the team, now is the time.

Find out where they store
paintings.

Alex?
- Can't talk.

- Miss Chamade,
what did I say?

- Firmness and courtesy,
ma'am.

- Come and see me.

Miss Chamade,

I took you on as backup,
because your sister spoke to me

your passion.

- Yes.
- Don't make me regret it.

*Muffled comments

*...

Why are you squirming?
Here, we stand up straight!

[-I have
I have to pee.]

- Ah, but quickly. 2 minutes!
- Thank you for your time.

-Well, ladies,
you won't forget

to indicate to visitors...
*-Merde, impossible to be alone.

Alex, what the hell were you doing?
- We don't care. I'll tell you later.

*-Well, they came in
through the east wing. Hurry up.

Go, go, go!

"My Sharona", The Knack

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...
- Pardon me!

- Oh!
- Step aside!

- What's wrong?

- Pardon, pardon!
- Easy, miss!

- Be careful!

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- Are you out of your mind?

- Upsy-daisy!
- Thanks a lot!

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Excuse me!

- No running!

One does not run in the castle!
- We're fine!

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- Gently,
be careful!

- Not the kids,
not the kids!

-We respect instructions.

Kids, no running!
Easy, Julia!

- Okay, I see them.

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[They go to the basement.]

- This way, please.

*-How many are there?

[-7.]
*-OK.

- I'll accompany you to the stockroom.

[-They go to the stockroom.]

I take the stairs.

Intense music

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-This way, gentlemen.

Tension music

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*Beep

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-I want 4 men on duty at all times
to watch over our paintings.

-Mr. Chassagne,
your lots are safe here.

-I've just been robbed


in less than a week,
and it's worth 8 million,

so I don't trust
anyone.

- This is Versailles.

This reserve
is absolutely safe.

- We'll leave some of our own men.
- OK.

- OK.
- I'll do my best.

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- Have you heard from
from that Godard incompetent?

- He disappeared just after
his custody.

We had to neutralize him
as soon as he panicked.

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- How do I
certificates?

Gotta find another forger.
Damn it. What about my Fragonard?

-The girl from the Eiffel Tower
who stole

the pair.
-If she wants to pick on me,

she won't be disappointed.
-Mr. Chassagne?

- Yes?
- Good news,

I can get you more badges.
- That's wonderful.

- I need you
you and your men to come.

- Very good.

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Guys, let's go!

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*4 beeps

A door closes.
*Activation beep

[-Tam, do you read me?]

- Yes.
*[-Now.

They're out].

- OK, I'll wait for them,

then bring me the badge.

[-No, I'll take care of it.]
- What's up?

*-No, Alex, there's a plan,
follow it!

- Syl, I can handle it.

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[-Wait, wait. Alex?]
-Alex? What?

[-How many were there?]
*[7.]

-This way, gentlemen.

[-I'm counting 6 right now.]

- What's wrong?
- f*ck, there's no psycho.

She's in.
Hold still.

*Don't come in, okay?

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-There's no one there,

I know.
- No, no, no!

The door opens.

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Someone is running.

- Totally paranoid,
she is,

I swear.

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*Repeated beeps
Door lock

Suspenseful music

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Tamara gasps.

- It's really exhausting
to be your sister, exhausting!

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"Signed Cat's Eyes,
Anne Sila

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-Girls of today
-CHILDREN OF FORM

-We love to laugh and dance

Midnight Vienna

When others fall asleep

We become for the night

-THREE LIVELY PANTHERES

WHO IN A FLASH
KNOW HOW TO BOND

NO SOUND

SISTERS IN SOLIDARITY

ON LAND OR IN THE AIR

MEETING EVERY CHALLENGE

CAT'S EYES

CAT'S EYES SIGN

CAT'S EYES

CAT'S EYES SIGN

BELLES INCOGNITO
FABULOUS TRIO

IN MEPRISAL
OF ALL DANGERS

CAT'S EYES

Intriguing music

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- Coffee, commissioner?
- No, not right now.

- Yeah, well,
it's fine!

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- 10,000 euros per entry

for a costume sale
in Versailles?

- It's the principle
of these evenings:

pay a lot of money
and be among rich people.

- Are you waiting
for me to blow up a PEL for that?

- No, we just want
to infiltrate.

- Chassagne holds
auction.

- It is thought that he will resell
stolen paintings

whitewashed by Godard.
- The crooked expert.

- Yes, but it's okay,
I can see who it is.

If we can't prove they're stolen,
what do you expect?

- This is a private party,
not between local notables.

- Many will be there
to spend big and cash.

They have a painting
that can be resold legally.

- And we catch them.

- How long did you rehearse
your number?

- I beg your pardon?
- All evening.

- It's very pretty.

What does the thief have to do
and death

of Rupert?
-Before his death,

we wanted the sponsor
of the exhibition. I say

that it's Chassagne.

- Can you prove it?

- As well as a pretty flag.

- We hit Chassagne,
and it's our turn for the moula.

Moula, c'est la thune, cheffe,
it's the wheat, the...

- La moula.
On the other hand,

you're on your own
in and out. Clear?

- OK.
- You're on. Thanks, boss.

- Told ya.
- Good thinking. You were right.

- Always.
- You're in the know

that it's an evening
with period costume?

Personally, I don't
I don't have that at home.

- Your shirts,
they're vintage.

- It's old stuff.
- Old junk.

- May I have a word?
- Yes, please.

- It's always old.
- This is antique.

- I'm in.
I don't rent anything without getting paid.

I've been through this before,
it's okay.

It doesn't say "pigeon"!
- So, what's going on?

- I didn't say anything to Bruneau,
but I have an idea for the thief.

- Is that so? Go ahead.
- I've checked.

The thefts started
since your ex returned.

- What did you check?
What the hell is this?

- When she arrives,
she's at the Eiffel Tower,

and you ran into her in Godard's neighborhood
before the robbery.

- She was running and at the time of the robbery,
she was with me.

What do you want?
- Perfect alibi.

So many coincidences,

it's suspicious.
- You're hitting a phase. That's my ex.

- But we have to question him.

- You're a pain in the a*s.

- Trust me.

Intriguing music

A door opens and closes.
-It's me! It's me!

Oh, dear,

I can't take it anymore. I can say
in 25 languages where the toilets are.

-Why didn't you follow the plan?

- Well, just
because he was stoned.

- No, because you don't take anything
seriously.

We kept watch

while Tam
rummaged through the paintings.

- You're getting drunk, I want to play!

- Do you think we're playing?

And the chick from the Eiffel Tower
who got whacked?

-This is not the time!

They've tripled security.

We won't be able to enter
before the sale.

If we want Dad's paintings
and the memory card,

we have to go undercover tomorrow night.
- Which we wanted to avoid.

- Can you get me a job
like Alexia?

- No, that's impossible.

- And Hélène? I don't know, she
she works at the gallery.

- We leave her out of it,
it's too dangerous.

I'll ask Maillard.

- Great.
- No, it's not. Her boss hates her.

He'll never help her.
We have to manage.

- No, we won't manage anything.
Neither are you.

You turn off the light.

This isn't Versailles,
and prepare

your sport-study interview.

- Are you kidding me?
You're kicking me out?

- I'm not doing anything,
you ejected yourself.

- Is it like that?
- Yes, it is.

- Sisters in solidarity, my a*s!

-Nothing to do with it, nothing!

-But of course! Always making
his big speeches.

-It would still be
a little easier with 3 than with 2.

- Tam, be on my side.

These guys are serious,
and I'm in charge.

What are you doing?

Where are you going?
- I'm leaving, what's it look like?

- Are you dining here?

Alex,

Are you coming home for dinner or not?
-No!

Intense music

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Laughter

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- What's with your face?
- I got in a fight with Sylia.

She got me so drunk,
wh*re.

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- Why did she take your head?
- Well...

As usual,
she stresses about my future,

and I don't know,
it just worships me.

- As soon as I make a mistake,
it falls on me.

I'm not a kid anymore!
Why is she doing this?

- We're supposed to join
sport-studies in Lyon

next year,
you get beaten up twice

by the cops in a week...
- So what?

- She's just freaking out!
- She's fine.

- My parents are scared too.
- Are you on his side or what?

- I'm on my side,
what do you think?

I don't want to be alone in Lyon.

- Don't worry, I won't.

She'll see
what I'm capable of.

- You never give up,
you, in fact.

You're serious.

The engine roars to life.

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- Don't be late tonight.
- I beg your pardon?

- Are you f*cking kidding me?

JB's birthday.

- You believed it, didn't you?
- That's what I'm talking about.

- What time is it again?
- 9 p.m., at the café.

- 9pm at the café.

- That's right, at the café.
Come on, kisses.

- Take care.
- See you tonight!

The engine roars to life.

- f*ck, 9pm at the café...
What a c**t!

- Tam, I'll pick up the invitations,
I'll be there in an hour.

Yeah.

Intriguing music

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The doorbell rings.

The doorbell rings.
The doorbell rings.

- Did you forget your keys?

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I hope you'll be
more focused tonight.



- What's she doing to us?
- I'm not sure.

Gwen, you're seriously overreacting.

Cavalcade down the stairs

- There, sorry.

I had underwear lying around
and it was embarrassing.

We look forward to seeing you.

Make yourself comfortable.

Can I get you a drink?
- I'm fine.

We'd like to ask you a few questions.
- OK.

- You were seen near the scene
of a burglary.

- Ah? If I can help,
no problem.

- You were doing what,
the night Alex was arrested,

between 9pm and 11pm?

- Uh, I think I was sleeping.
Yeah, I was.

- At 9pm?

- Bah, jet-lag.

It was Sylia who woke me up
when Durrieux phoned.

- OK.

When you were jogging,
did you see anything special?

- Besides you, nothing.

- What were you doing at the Eiffel Tower


- I saw the light...
- Tam, seriously!

- I told you,
we were invited with Syl,

but I went alone.

My father loved Japanese art.
It brought back memories.

- Did you come back to France
for the memories?

- I have more than that.

That and my travel bag.

You're dying to search it,
so don't be shy!

- Calm down, we're doing our job.
- In fact, I suggest you do it!

- What, you don't feel like it anymore?
- Can I use your bathroom?

- Of course you can.

Shall I come with you?
- It's okay, I know it.

- Not the ones in the corridor,
they're blocked.

No, the ones in Alexia's room.

Back on the left,
but you know the house.

- What's the matter with you?
Calm down!

- That I calm down?
The chick, she's going home,

she takes us
for criminals!

- It's his job.

- She's a little pushy,
but she's great,

so don't worry.

- We're not gonna be girlfriends.
- How would you know?

- I don't even know where I'll be
in a week, so stop.

She sighs.

What are you doing?

You're not coming into my sister's
room!

Intriguing music

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- 5 years ago, Quentin
and I was there.

He understood that not everyone
was not like you.

- He understood this in high school.

- I don't know what your game is
but you won't hurt him.

- I'm not here to steal your boyfriend.
You can cut the crap.

- What are you seriously doing?
- I'm not doing anything.

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- All right, Gwen, let's go.

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Are you happy?

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The door slams down.

Grinding and clattering

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- You're beautiful, I hate you.
- Consider yourself lucky to be here.

This time, you stay in your place.
- You've said that 20 times.

- Yeah, well...
- What an idea to wear a corset!

It's a hell of a thing!

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- Alex, watch out for the cash register.
There's a 2,000-buck deposit.

- Don't tempt me!
- Oh!

- Look ahead!

Precious music

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[-Who are we?]

[-Comtesse de Saint-Laurent
and Baroness of Garrigue].

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[What's up?]

[-I told Abel
I'd be at the café at 9 p.m.]

[-What?
Why did you tell him that?]

[-It's JB's birthday, I didn't dare say I wouldn't be there.
that I wouldn't be there].

[-You won't be there.]
[-We'll be efficient.]

[-Of course...]

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- Here.

Good evening.

Hubbub
...

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- The auction is in 30 minutes,
we have to find dad's paintings.

- We split up.

Intriguing music

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[-I put the card
in this picture].

[The Cat's Eyes.]

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[-Are you sure?]
[-Certain.]

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[I remember now.]

Soft music

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[Your turn.]

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- Oh, pardon me!
Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Excuse me, madame.

I'm so sorry.

Let me have a look.
Let me look at that.

Precious music

I'll clean it up for you.

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[-What?]
[-Y a Quentin.]

[-sh*t. Did he recognize you?]
[-I don't know.]

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[He's going to stick me, that idiot!]

-Madam, I can
clean your dress.

[-I can't deal with the wall now.
now.]

- I'll go in your place.

You do the bidding
and I'll do the wall.

[-I don't know anything!]
[-You don't have to do anything.]

[You just spot
who buys the Cat's Eyes].

[Afterwards, they restock
the works

[and by then,
I'll have broken the wall].

[We take the artwork, bye-bye!]

[-He'll recognize me.]
[-You've got your mask on, don't talk.]

Tam breathes slowly.

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Tension music

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- Again, sorry.
We'll sit over there.

and I'm going to clean
what's on your dress.

I'm clumsy.

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*The phone rings.

- Hello?
*-Alex, I've taken Tam's place.

Send me the basement map.
- Is there a problem?

*-No, send the card.

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- It's a beautiful dress,
in any case.

Magnificent.

...

I think it should be fine.
I just need

let it dry
and you'll be fine.

My apologies again.
So sorry.

Enjoy your evening.

Tamara sighs with relief.

- What do you mean?

-We've been releasing works
for over 10 years.

Why did we wait?

- They are linked
to the death of one of our own.

-A robbery gone wrong?

-No, one of our merchants
bit off more than he could chew.

His gallery
burned down.



- Ladies and Gentlemen,

we're about to start the sale
you've all been waiting for.

You could admire the works
and I hope

that you're up to the task

of these incomparable pieces.

Gauguin, Rubens,

Fragonard and many more!

Let's get started

by a Modigliani.

"The portrait of Anna Zborowska".

Mysterious music

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Zipper fastener

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Rock music

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Cries of effort
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Tamara gasps.

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The phone vibrates.




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*Tone



- Tam!
[*-Wait.]

-5 million for 41!
[-What is it?]

Gasping for breath
- I won't have time!

*-I don't get it.

*-I won't have time
to demolish the wall

before the end of the sale!
[-What do you need?]

- Time!

[-Time?
What do I do?]

Rock music
- Make the sale last!

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-6.5 million for the 22.

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Who can beat that?

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Cry of rage






for the 22nd!

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Just once!



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Cry of rage

- Damn, this is hard!

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I've been there!

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Maillet
- 10 million for the 73!

Well done!

Applause

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[-I don't care, I'm not paying.]

Drill and rock fall

-Now..,
we will proceed

to the sale
of our latest work,

the "Cat's Eye",
by Frédéric Fritz.

She sighs.
Her bid...

is 3 million!

Let's go! 3 million...









Suspenseful music
She gasps.

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Sylia gasps.

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Vibrator


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Mallet

Sold for the 22nd!


Applause

Congratulations
on the acquisition

of this magnificent painting!

Mixed conversations

Phone vibrator

[-Yeah?]
*-So, where are you?

[-They descend
the last paintings.

[The "Cat's Eye" buyer,
is number 22].

Mixed conversations

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- I saw 3 buyers suspected
of money laundering and arms trafficking.

We can catch them red-handed.
- OK.

- What?

- I'm looking for a weird chick
I've seen.

- Like what?
- She was bidding on everything

and anything,
as if to keep the sale going.

- Maybe she was hired
to keep the sale going.

- I dunno,
she was weird.

I think it's her,
in the blue dress.

- Wait, this dress...
I've seen it before.

-Huh?

- I saw her at Tam's.

- Come on, don't start that again.
I don't care.

Dark music

- I'll be back in a minute.
- Damn it, Gwen!

...

- Sorry, I thought you were
for someone else.

- She's been drinking...
- Sorry about that.

- We beg your pardon.
Would you like some champagne?

This way, please.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

What are you doing?
You want to burn us out?

- All right, then.
- Are you interested in infiltration?

- It's okay, I told you.

- Cut the crap.
You'll burn us out.

Classical music
Mixed conversations

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...

Move, there's the old lady.

- What?
- The old Durrieux!

...
...

- Quentin, what are you doing?
Are you running away from me?

- Champagne?
Yes, madame.

[-Ah! Don't tell me
you're undercover!

[Oh... That's me.
And me jumping on you!

[I'm really not discreet.]

[-Good evening.]

- Quentin!
[-Shh!]

[-But wait, I...
I'm going, I'm going.

[First, I'd like to know.

[How did it feel,
to see Tam?

[Did it make you happy?]

[-Hélène, this is not the
time to talk about this].

[-It made you happy.

[Because I believe

[that it gave him
pleasure too].

[-That's very good.]

Good evening, ma'am.

Mixed conversations

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Classical background music

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*-Where are you now?
- I'll join you.

...
...

-Ladies and Gentlemen,
make way for the music!

The ball starts and brings us
every kind of madness!

- Would you like to dance?

In Italian

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Classical music

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[-Psst! Tam, it's me!
It's Alex!]

[-Alex?]
[-You're in deep sh*t!]

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[-No way!
What are you doing here?]

[-I'm your back-up!]

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Tamara catches her breath.

In Italian

Electro music

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Thank God I was here!
- Sylia won't be happy.

...
Alex screams.

They pant.

Syl!

Syl!

Syl!

[-Shh! Shh!]

[There are the men from Chassagne

[who pack paintings!

[Why are you here?]
[-She helped me.]

[-I don't want to know!]

-Give me the register.
-Yeah.

Any more?
-This is the last one.

-OK, we'll be back

in an hour.
-I'll see you then.

Give me the keys.

The door locks.

[-We're going.]
[-Go.]

Grunts

Go on, move!
- Ah!

- You're stepping on my dress here!

-Sorry!

- Is it any good?
- Aïe aïe aïe.

Tamara sighs.

- They're here, girls,

the paintings.
- Oh!

- How to find the "Cat's Eye"?
- The buyer is 22.

- I've got one!

- Me too!
- Me too!

Well, how many did he buy?
-Plenty.

With bubble wrap,

you can't see anything!
- Unpack.

- Watch your step.

Watch out for the paintings.

Someone unlocks the door.

- What are you doing?

- Finally! I am the comtesse
de Ségur, I've lost my way

with my laquaises!

- Lower your lamp.
- Hmm?

- Lower your lamp!
- Ouch!

- What?

She screams with effort.
Dynamic music

She screams with rage.

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- Good night!

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I haven't stopped aikido.

...
He growls angrily.

...

But he'll call for backup.
-So what do we do?

- Hurry up!
-How many 22s are there?

- 4 here!

- Y a b*tches

who steal paintings!
- Damn!

- Come on!
Cry of rage

Shots fired

- Never mind,
let's get out of here.

- I'm not leaving
without the Cat's Eye.

- Tam, we've got to get out of here.
- Not without the painting!

- Tam, look at me!
Stop! Tam, stop!

- Let go of me!
- Listen to me! Listen to me!

Tam! They're sh**ting
sh**ting there!

- I'll create a diversion!
Take the paintings.

- OK.

Techno music

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Ring
- I'm listening.

*Scrambled words
What?

*-The paintings have been stolen
in the basement!

- I send people.

Come down and see,
some paintings have been stolen.

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Move over!
Move over!

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Paintings have been stolen.

Prudence is downstairs.
What do we do now?

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- You sh**t on sight.
- Good.

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Shots fired

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- Move over!

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Metal creaking

Techno music in the distance

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Stay there.
No one gets out of this hole alive.

Footsteps echo.

-Hurry up, Alex!

Hurry up!

- It's your turn, psycho!

Come on, come and get me!
Come and get me!

Intense music

Electro music

- Mademoiselle!

...

You dropped
your handkerchief.

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- I hope Tam does well.

The music continues in the distance.

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...
Footsteps approach.

- Hey!
- Police! Stop right there!

- Oh! Stop!
Prudence loads her weapon.

- Watch out, she's armed.

Quentin!

- f*ck!
Shots fired

- How are you?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

We're off! We're off!

Hey! Come back here!

There she is!
Stop, I tell you!

-Stop right there!
-Hey!

-Stop right there!

Tamara catches her breath.

Not far away

Gasping for breath

...

-Where is she now?
-I don't know where she is.

Tamara moans with effort.

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-Hey!
-Quentin! Where are you?

-Come back!
-Quentin!

-You can't escape!
It's no use!

Hey!

Tamara growls.

She gasps.

Suspenseful music

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-Quentin! Are you ok?

Answer the phone! Where are you?

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Footsteps approach.

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- Don't move.

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-Put the g*n down.

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Bye-bye, chicken.

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Dynamic music

-Police! Police! Hold it right there!

Drop the g*n!

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-Police!
-Stop or I'll sh**t!

-Hold still!
Quentin, she's here!

There she is!
Don't move, I'm telling you!

Stop right there!
Stop or I'll sh**t!

- Come back down!

Come back down!
- Get down!

Damn it!
Come on.

Come on.

Suspenseful music
She gasps.

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- It's okay, I'm out.
I'm further away,

in the direction of the castle.
Get closer.

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I'm right...
I'm right here.

Here!

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-Go on, get in.

Up, up, up.

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- How are you?

Breathless
- Nickel.

Go ahead, start it.

She gasps.

...

- To be honest,
it wasn't that complicated.

I could have
a diversion too.

Besides, it was risky
to change my dress.

- Please be quiet.

-Alex, we'll never let you
do this.

OK?
Alexia grumbles.

- Without me, you would have been
in deep sh*t.

-I confess

that you helped me
with Quentin.

- That's it!
Well, that's it, I've earned it.

my place in the team?
- Take care of the SD card first.

Open the tables.

Quiet music

- Will you help me?
-Yeah.

...

Oh.
- Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

...

Hey, it wasn't that great,
my idea of putting the paintings

under the dress?
Admit it.

-Don't make any noise,
I have to call Abel.

Yeah, love, that's me.
Uh...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry,
we're running a little late here.

I'm leaving, so I'll be there
in half an hour.

See you soon.

...

- At the shots,
reinforcements were called in.

We were able to seize it all.
- Undeclared cash.

Guests vanished into thin air.
- Very nice seizure.

- Thank you, boss.
And our thief, have you made any progress?

- It's the same as Godard's.
Gwen was right.

She was also
at the auction.

- Were you able to identify him?
- No, I'm sorry.

We know she stole
a dozen paintings.

...

- There is no Cat's Eyes.
- There's one left.

...

- What's up?

- Just a moment.

Intriguing music

f*ck, f*ck!

...

- Tam, are you sure

that it's number 22

who bought the Cat's Eyes?
- Yes!

[Damn it].
- We forgot it there.

Heavy music

- We were so close
to the goal.

...

- Thank you.

- Thank you for your time.
- Are you going to hide all this?

- Yeah.
- OKAY.

-See you.
- Yeah.

- Come on, let's talk.

She gasps.

...

- Abel.
- You know what tonight was?

- Bah JB's birthday.

- Hell, even that,
you don't remember.

It was the anniversary
our 3rd birthday.

[-Oh f*ck].
- Well, yeah.

And I'm
I'm having a dinner party

with our friends.
I'm an as*h*le.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Yes, you are.

You're gonna blame this
on Tam, aren't you?

You're 2 hours late.
Don't call me.

Didn't you think
I was going to worry?

- I was at the museum,
there was a party, I...

I couldn't call you.

- Were you at the museum?

Dramatic music

...

Look at me
and say you were at the museum.

...

It's stupid, isn't it?

I've been there, to the museum.

...

There was no one there, no party.
You weren't there.

...

Are you seeing anyone?
- No, I'm not seeing anyone.

No.

...

Okay, I wasn't at the museum.
I didn't even go

of the day at the museum,
right?

It's, um...
It's complicated.

I need you to trust me.
- Explain this to me,

what's complicated?
Please tell me.

...

You've got some personal
to deal with,

including me,
I'm not.

I'll leave it to you
to sort things out.

...

I'll see you
when you've done it.

...

- There has to be
a way

to retrieve this memory card.
- We'll just have to find the identity

of the 22nd and we show up at his house.
-No, no, no, no, no.

With this story,
the sale had to be suspended.

Chassagne must have
the paintings.

- Do you want to go back to Marseille?
- No, I don't want to.

I've got a better idea.

- We're going to offer him a trade.
- We're going to offer him a trade.

All the paintings we have

against one,
the Cat's Eyes.

- OK.

Well, what the
are you doing here?

- sh*t happens
with Abel.

- What happened?

- He pissed me off.
I think he wants to take a break.

This has gone too far.
[-Put...]

- I don't know if I can go on.
I'm screwing up my relationship.

- It's almost over,
Syl.

Intriguing music

We have an idea
for the painting.

- Yes, I heard.

Do you really think
we have the shoulders to rub together

to a guy like Chassagne?
-Yeah.

We can do it.
Shots fired

...
...

...

- How many losses?
- 50 million.

With the raid
of the cops,

many of our customers
lost all their money.

If we don't find these paintings,
we're dead,

you and me.

- Especially you.

...

I'm going to make the rounds
our contacts.

I'm going to find her, that girl.
Notification

I make it
business.

Thank you.
He sighs.

...

Say yes, we'll knock 'em dead.
See you at

tomorrow, 1pm,
at La Défense.

...

Shots fired

...