01x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

How is my baby?

He's thirsty.

He's thirsty too?
Let's continue then.

- I have to talk to you.
- Again? You're always here.

Believe me, I'd rather not come.

I'll be right back.

I saw you at Jenny Meyer's in that
obscene film. I was about to puke.

- Oh, that...
- How could you?

Are you going to lecture me?

- I don't meddle with your life.
- You're putting my life at risk.

All Paris will see you f*cking the
m*rder*d model. Do you realize?

Why did you lie? Why didn't
you tell me you knew her?

Stop it!

I was drunk, I didn't
remember her name.

If they find you, I'm
f*cked, and so are you.

Why do you have to make a drama?

- Nobody can recognize me but you.
- Do you think so?

A whole team at the Crime Squad
is investigating this m*rder.

- Tell me who did it and where.
- I don't know, it was months ago.

Try harder, Antoine!

I was in a bar, I needed money.

To buy drugs, is that it?

A guy offered me to do a movie.

He took me in his car,
I don't know where.

I got high not to think
of what I was doing.

- Am I supposed to believe you?
- You like playing cops, don't you?

You make me sick... worse
than our b*stard of a father!

"Our b*stard of a father"?

What are you doing? We're
waiting for you, we're thirsty.

Get a round.

Your friend is
beautiful. Bring her.

Go on! I'm coming.

Where did you get
this money from?

My painting, Louise.

Some people like it,
are you surprised?

People who treat me like an
artist, not like a piece of sh*t.

Wait! I never thought that!

Leave me alone once and for all!

Valbonne dumped you tonight?

It seems passionate
between you two.

I have nothing to tell you.

Why won't you talk to me?
What are you afraid of?

Do you feel guilty
about something?

Mrs. Vandel asked me to take
you home, whenever you want.

Not for a while, my friend.

This woman is driving you crazy.

I'm not Vandel's puppet.

I'm talking about the
pretty girl in the corridor.

It's violent between you.

Be careful. This kind of
story can drive you nuts.

It's not what you think.

I raise my glass to my
great friend Valbonne...

Calm down.

Breathe.

Where are you
going at this hour?

I saw Antoine in a porn movie,

he was screwing the girl
they found in the Seine.

He was probably after money.

That's no reason. I don't
recognize him anymore.

I'll get it.

Mother, it's Antoine.

Can we invite him
for lunch on Sunday?

Delphine, he has a fiancée.

- Exactly, he's not married yet.
- Delphine!

They saw the Minister
by chance at a party.

Pardieu won't like it if you
accuse Rebeyrol without proof.

Except if I find one by
questioning his entourage.

Enough with the little ba*ls!

You're going too far, Louise.

Rebeyrol is a man of power. He'll
probably be our next president.

Céleste was a young mother
with her life in front of her.

I'll be careful, I promise.

I just need his address,
I'm sure you can find it.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Miss Hortense.

Excuse me, Miss. I'm
Celeste Dumont's brother.

Poor girl. My condolences.

Thank you. I've just
come from the provinces.

Newspapers tell horrible things
and the police won't say anything.

I haven't seen my sister for a while,
I need to meet people who knew her.

She told me she knew
Mr. Rebeyrol so...

I understand but I didn't
know your sister for long.

I was hired just before the w*r.
She was the lady's seamstress.

Thank you.

In July '14, she was fired.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

Excuse me, but I have
to do my shopping.

- Good morning!
- Good morning.

We can meet somewhere
else if you want.

Tomorrow night, I'm off. I'm
going to the Ursulines ball.

Thank you.

All right. But let
me carry your basket.

My sister was a good seamstress.
I can't believe she was fired.

I don't think it was
because of her work.

- Because of what?
- Wait a second.

- Good morning.
- Hello. Some Brie, please.

- Some Brie. Well done?
- Well done.

- Let's say... that much?
- Perfect.

- Is that it?
- No, some goat cheese too.

MEETING OF THE
LEAGUE OF PATRIOTS

You should give up
coffee, Charles.

It's not good for you.

I'm delivering a speech for the
National Block this afternoon.

In front of Maurice Barrès.

Really? I forgot.

You forgot? Thanks a lot.

It's very important to me
to get my party's support.

With all the money you gave
them, it would be the last straw.

Wouldn't it?

If I win this election, our
life will change, my dear.

You'll have a role, you'll
be in the public eye.

Let's see this surprise.

What's this horrible thing?

Just my origins... that
the artist perceived.

Yes, I have black blood,
through my mother.

As it's not visible,
I never mentioned it.

Is that a problem?

I hope you're not planning
to show this thing

to your relations!

If people knew...

Don't worry, I'll
put it in my boudoir.

I wouldn't ruin your
political ambitions.

You should take it more
seriously, if I'm elected.

I have no doubt about that and
I'll know how to play my part.

But don't expect me
to give up my freedom.

What do you mean exactly?

To you art is a merchandise.

But I appreciate this
painter's talent.

I want to help
getting him famous.

Tell my driver to go and pick
up Valbonne in Falguière.

And to bring him back this time.

You should go and rehearse
your speech, dear.

What are you doing
here? Are you nuts?

About last night...

What I said... I
didn't think that.

I know, Antoine. But
sometimes, you...

It's not the right
place for this. Bye.

I know, I'm late. But you
won't regret it, you'll see.

Last night, I was given a list of
drivers with their bosses' names.

And I have a suspect that fits
Céleste's janitor's description.

So you have a lead, Kerlac?

Who is the guy?

Rebeyrol, the Minister.

A friend of the
great Clémenceau.

You've lost your
mind, young man.

A janitor's gossip won't
incriminate a man like him.

I know, Chief. So I
questioned one of his maids.

- Who gave you the authorization?
- Nobody. Kerlac just did his job.

Céleste was a seamstress
for the Rebeyrols.

Summer 1914, she was
fired by Mrs. Rebeyrol

because she had an
affair with the Minister.

So what? Water under the bridge.

Except that after his wife's
death in January this year,

the Minister saw Céleste again.

One night, he brought her
back and was very angry.

Hearsay, again?

The maid heard him shouting at
her and Céleste left crying.

Plus the quarrel described
by the janitor...

Slow down, we're talking
about a State Minister,

a future president.

I need a bit more than that.

Céleste had an appointment with a
painter the day she disappeared.

So for now, do a
raid in Falguière.

- Why Falguière?
- It's a den full of foreigners,

drunkards and junkies
doing crazy paintings,

with some poor girls who'd do
anything for a bit of money.

Just like Céleste.

Did you hear the
chief? Let's go.

The guy we're looking for has money!
In Falguière, they're all broke.

We should concentrate
on Rebeyrol.

You should be happy Pardieu didn't
give you a warning. Shut up.

It's been 48 hours, it's not
normal. I want to see a detective!

A girl paid to pose nude!
She stood you up, that's it!

You can't bother a
detective with that. Move!

This person has disappeared.
It's unacceptable!

Your friend is a
model, isn't she?

My name is Fujita.

I'm Japanese.

I've been living in
Paris for six years.

Margaux is my favorite model.

She's a bit more
than that, isn't she?

Otherwise you wouldn't be
that worried about her.

I set her up at my studio, out
of discretion. I'm married.

And the painter she was
supposed to pose nude for,

do you know him?

I just know that she met him
at a ball, near the Ursulines.

Did he offer her a lot
more than the usual fee?

Yes. Margaux loves money.

She would have never
left without her savings.

Would you have a
portrait of your friend?

I found this picture
with her things.

- Look, the wallpaper looks the same.
- Yes.

Like Céleste's picture.

If the k*ller chose
women who look alike,

he'll probably give
them the same treatment.

We may find her alive.

Given what Céleste went
through, I wouldn't say that.

I was right, it's
the same wallpaper.

Chief?

Ketoff double-crossed us.

How does he know that?

Huh?

"The inquiry about Céleste
Dumont is making no headway

as we learn from
a reliable source

that she appeared in porn movies

circulating on the black market

"in brothels and some
posh Parisian salons."

What's that all about?

Nobody knew here?

Chief.

Ketoff goes out a lot at night.

He often goes to Le Chabanais.

"Brothels where porn
movies circulate."

That would be it?

OK, then. You'll
both go have a look.

Her name is Margaux.

She poses for painters.
She vanished two days ago.

Get moving and check all the missing
women cases of the last two years.

- Do think there might be others?
- I hope I'm wrong.

For once, I have to
congratulate Antoine Kerlac.

Thanks to him, we made a connection
between Céleste and Margaux.

So let's forget Falguière.

We're no longer looking for
a painter nor a rich lover,

but a guy who takes pictures.

Or according to Ketoff,
maybe even movies.

But Chief, the photographer may
just tout for models for a rich man.

Enough, Kerlac.
Don't waste our time.

But if Margaux is
alive and Rebeyrol...

One word and you're out.

Understood?

About the American
woman, Jenny Meyer.

She's back from London and
had a party last night.

The upper crust.

We'll question her, but
with her connections,

I'll need a letter of request.

OK... get to work.

Because our Bloc National
intends to make Germany pay

so that France may rise again

and become the most powerful
nation in Europe forever!

Bravo!

You have our full support
to run for Congress,

if we win the presidential
election of course.

Thank you.

I didn't thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Vandel.

You'll report without
twisting my words, I hope.

You were eloquent
enough, I won't need to.

Keep an eye on this guy and
what he writes about us.

Very well.

Rebeyrol and his g*ng are
dangerous and irresponsible.

Profiteers who
never have enough!

If we let them strangle Germany,
we're heading for a new w*r.

Aren't you painting
a bleak picture?

Open your eyes! Some
Germans want revenge

and to restore the great Reich.

They just kicked out their
Emperor. The Republic is young.

They're putting down Socialists.

You'll see, if
there's a new w*r,

the same poor lads
will be cannon fodder.

I need your green light
before it goes to print.

- Who's this girl?
- Pretty, huh?

She was with a nurse
I know at La Rotonde.

She has a strong personality
and her name is Louise.

- When did you draw this?
- The date is at the back.



That's a police sketch of
the k*ller of Henri Berger,

who was found
m*rder*d at his house.

She hung herself after
confessing her crime.

So what?

So what?

Don't you see a resemblance?

Even the jacket is the same
as the one Raymond drew.

- A blue jacket, witnesses said.
- Louise's jacket was blue too.

The police found the jacket stained
with Berger's blood at her feet.

This girl came out of the jail
the morning of the m*rder.

- Raymond drew this the day before.
- sh*t!

So Louise is Berger's
real m*rder*r?

Suicide girl took the rap.

The official version is a fake.

Mm. It confirms your doubts
about Berger's m*rder.

- It's not a louts' revenge.
- It smells like a set up.

And if the Crime Squad
bought it so easily,

it means they have accomplices
within, or even higher up.

I have to talk to that Louise.

I'll have to find her
nurse friend first.

I hope you like the place and
that it will inspire you to work.

What inspires me is the
subject I choose to paint.

And today, it's you.

I'm glad.

My portrait is beautiful but I
promised my husband not to show it.

Thanks for painting
a second one.

I want to get your
talent admired.

I'm very grateful for that.

Don't doubt about yourself,
Valbonne. Trust me.

One day you'll be at the top.

It's perfect.

Too perfect.

I won't be able to paint here.

If you work better in chaos,
make yourself at home.

If you make a mess

it doesn't matter at all!

Very well.

Take off this dress.

Cover yourself with this.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

We have some questions
about Céleste Dumont.

She used to work for me
and we became friends.

But one day she disappeared
without saying good bye.

I was angry at her.

Poor darling, if
only I had known.

- Did you know she was appearing in...
- Porn movies?

I read the newspapers.
But no, I didn't know.

It might be linked to her death,
so if you remember anything...

You should ask the journalist
who wrote the article.

Some of your friends may have seen
Céleste at other parties here.

My friends are
high-ranking people

who would be very upset to learn
that I'm being disturbed... Captain.

He could push her more, he has
a letter of request after all.

- He doesn't, the judge refused.
- He came anyway?

Good bye, Madam.

That will be it,

for now.

Stop moving, please.

I'm tired, Valbonne.

I'm going nowhere!

I'm doing sh*t!

I knew I couldn't paint here!

Stop!

It will be OK.

You just have to
find your bearings.

Get to grips with this place.

Feel free.

Maybe you should
rest for a few hours.

You can't understand.

I think I can.

Kerlac, your fiancée
is here for you.

- Good evening.
- Lydia, everything OK?

Yes, everything OK.

I have a new position, I
don't do nights anymore.

I thought we could
celebrate together.

Too bad, I'm working tonight.

It doesn't matter. I'll go.

No way. Come, we'll
celebrate your promotion.

It must be hard to work
with d*sfigured veterans.

It's hard for them. They lived
through hell in the trenches

and peace sent them
to another hell.

Can you imagine horrifying your
loved ones, scaring your kids?

- But they don't scare you.
- It's my job to help them.

Shall we dance?

He hates it.

Miss...

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Do you know them?

Yes, her.

She used to come here often. We
haven't seen her for a while.

- When was it?
- Oh well...

She loved dancing. With anybody.

Even d*sfigured w*r veterans.

And did you notice anyone
in particular that night?

Yes, a w*r veteran actually.

I've seen him here often, always
sitting at the same place.

That guy over there.

The one who's leaving.

Thanks.

It's been a while I haven't
had such a good time.

And your wedding with Kerlac,
when is that going to happen?

You're talking like my father.

Max! What are you doing? I
had a suspect but he took off.

- Why a suspect?
- He danced with Céleste at Carnival

and when he saw me, he left.

He was scared of you?

- If he knew...
- Knew what?

Nothing, she drank too much.

Get your coat,
we'll take you home.

Very nice car!

What did you do with
Max, are you crazy?

You're not jealous, are you?

You nearly blew my cover. Don't
drink if you can't control yourself.

For once that I have fun!

You have fun every night while
I'm with broken w*r veterans.

Did you ask me to play
your fiancée? You didn't.

Sorry for dancing with Lydia.

We were there for work
and she's your fiancée.

You're lucky,
she's a great girl.

I know.

We can go to Le
Chabanais without you.

No, certainly not.

The show is over, gentlemen.

My friends!

It's OK, girls and champagne are
waiting for you in the lounge.

It's on the house.

Get the reels, I'll
deal with the boss.

What are you doing, Detective?

Do you want to
ruin my reputation?

I'm interested in
the movies, Marthe.

Who gave them to you?

I don't know, some kids
bring them. Never the same.

They don't know what it is.

- And who sells them?
- I never saw him.

He phoned me a year ago
and set a price per reel.

- One every few weeks.
- When was the last one?

ORIENTAL MASSAGE

Last Tuesday.

- I really want to help you.
- You can.

I was thinking of the projector.
Can you lend it to us?

- Hurry, I don't have all night.
- I'm done.

So you like paying for love too?

Marthe rents me a cheap
room. I like this place.

You saw Céleste's movie here.

- Did you like it?
- You're a moralist too?

Marthe used to work
for my parents.

They fled pogroms in Russia.

I was nine when we went to
New York. This is my home.

- I didn't ask anything.
- Really?

Can you tell me who
supplied the porn movies?

I can. But first tell me about
the Vietnamese driver's boss.

I have a suspect.

A bigwig. Pardieu doesn't
take me seriously.

Who?

It's the first time
we see you here.

- I'm on duty.
- So what?

Kerlac, we won't
tell your fiancée.

Leave the kid alone!
You're a drag.

Guys, let's go!

You seem to be
friends with Ketoff.

He told you about the
movies, didn't he?

So you had to show
him Céleste's picture.

Will you tell Pardieu?

Everybody can make mistakes.
Like me earlier at the ball.

Thanks.

I can't sleep.

I don't know what went into
me. Are you angry at me?

No, Lydia!

I'm sorry.

I didn't ask you if you
wanted to be my fiancée.

- Max doesn't suspect anything?
- No.

And I think he likes you.

Go to sleep.

We have a chance
to find her alive.

We have to act fast.

Kerlac and Max saw a d*sfigured vet
last night at the Ursulines ball.

It's a good lead.
We have to go back.

Why is Kerlac watching the movies?
We'd like to get an eyeful too.

Because Kerlac won't
get distracted.

And in the corridor, we have
all the models we summoned

who'll tell you whom
they posed for and where.

I'm going.

- We're not at your disposal!
- Please be patient.

- Be patient.
- Calm down.

We've been waiting for hours!

Yes?

- So?
- I've seen about twenty.

Average duration,
six to seven minutes.

Most were shot in the same setting
as Céleste and Margaux's pictures.

Same wallpaper.

Apart from that, I saw two films
with Céleste and four with Margaux.

I can show you.

INTIMATE WASH

CRAZY CRUISE

Apart from these two, I
noticed about 15 girls,

including five blondes.

Here, Amélie Curzon
and Yvonne Dailly.

Two young widowed mothers
posing nude for painters.

They both disappeared in


the other one in November.

It rings a bell.

Yes, I have them.
Wait, I'll find them.

Four victims in 16 months.

And the first girl
disappeared during the w*r.

He was demobilized
before the Armistice.

An injured soldier maybe? The
d*sfigured vet at the ball.

Or a pen-pusher,

attacking these women while their
men were getting slaughtered.

He might have started earlier.

We'll have to check.

- So, Amélie and Yvonne?
- There.

You see?

I could have k*lled you last night,
and judges would have supported me.

But you didn't.

Because you would
have lost everything.

And you know it.

No need to remind me
that I own nothing here.

Should I mention that
you were nobody in Paris?

A province girl with no manners,

dreaming of meeting artists.

I gave you my name
and my position!

What do I get in exchange?

Come on, Charles.

As long as we're
married, and I'm alive,

you're financing your
political ambitions

and you're keeping your wh*res.

Isn't that enough?

Is that a threat?

Let's call it a booster shot.

I met him at the Ursulines ball.

A d*sfigured
veteran, with a mask.

Very nice. And he
paid very well.

- How much?
- 30 francs for two hours.

- He drove me to his studio.
- Where was it?

I don't know.

He drove fast and
it was at night.

I think it was in the South
suburbs, near the Fort de Bicêtre.

A kind of warehouse.

No.

I never saw this maniac,
I can't help you.

But I wish I could.

Céleste was a good girl.

And brave.

A good girl, f*cking in
front of a camera for money.

Your friend was a sl*t.

What do you know about that?

What do you know?

About what we have to
do to survive. Huh?

When you have kids, no man
and no work, what do you do?

I've been working
since I was eight.

My mother couldn't feed me,
she had to send me away.

I worked hard for peanuts,

with hits and wandering hands!

So I decided never
to depend on anyone.

And yes, I use men
to be a free woman.

Céleste dreamed of America
and she paid a high price.

So I tell you what's easy:

To trap women nobody
cares about. Nobody!

- Starting with you.
- My advice is be careful.

I'm a tough nut.

I need your address
for the report.

I just moved in with
my friend Man Ray.



Miss! It's serious, you know.

This guy is really vicious.

I know you, don't I?

Kerlac! Telephone.

Yes?

Let me ask.

There's a leak at home,
Lydia can't handle it.

Go. But tonight, we have
a raid at the Ursulines.

Meet us here at 7 pm.

I'm coming. Thanks, Max.

See you later.

- Did you come alone?
- Yes. Where is he?

- Ivo Bartoli.
- He's the supplier of porn films?

No, he's just a delivery boy. He
may lead us to the photographer.

Than I'll have to
tell my colleagues.

No problem. I'll have my scoop.

- It was your father's signet ring?
- No.

A friend who had bad
luck during the w*r.

Any news about Rebeyrol?

He was abroad when
Céleste went missing.

It doesn't prove anything.
He's rich, he can pay cronies.

No, I don't like him but that
doesn't make him a m*rder*r.

Let's go.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

sh*t, we lost him.

Yeah, we lost him.

- Thank you, I could have been k*lled.
- No worries.

I'm on duty, I have to go.

Let's keep in touch.

- What about the leak?
- What?

- Yeah, it's OK.
- Hey, wake up. Let's go.

Zboro!

What are you up to?
I never see you.

Coco, good evening.

I'm working, darling, like you.

Let me introduce
you to my friends,

Mrs. Suzanne Vandel and
Valbonne, her protégé.

A very promising painter.

You are so right
to help artists.

Valbonne is very talented,
you'll soon hear about him.

I have no doubts about
your expertise, my dear.

See you later, then.

In fact this Coco Chanel

is just a kept woman who made
a name for herself in clothes.

Suzanne, having a name in
Paris is all that matters.

It doesn't matter how, people
soon forget where you're from.

Be a darling,
Valbonne, I'm famished.

Tell Suzanne I'm not her puppet.

- I don't like the way she flaunts me.
- She wants to build your reputation.

Hi Valbonne, how is
the lady's lapdog?

Soutine, stop!

She appreciates his talent.

If she was interested in
you, you'd sit pretty.

Never! I don't want
to lose my soul.

But I already lost
it, in the trenches.

Who are you?

What... what do you want?

Please, don't hurt me!

Please!

I won't say anything, I swear!

What will you do to me?

What will you do to me?

What's happening?

The police chief wants to
see us. What did you do?

Let's go.

Pardieu, the Minister discovered
that Kerlac was investigating him

using unspeakable methods.

You harassed one of his
employees pretending you were

the late Céleste
Dumont's father.

Céleste Dumont didn't have an
affair with me, but with my son.

Victor.

A romantic,

who promised to marry her.

He was k*lled in action
as soon as fall 1914.

My wife never recovered
and died brokenhearted.

I met Céleste again by
chance, I knew she had a child

who was in foster care.
I went to see him.

The spitting image of my son.

I wanted to adopt him,
but Céleste refused.

Then I saw her in a porn
film and I pressured her.

A few days later, she vanished.

I took the child, my eldest
daughter helps me raise him.

I never hurt Céleste and I have
nothing to do with her death.

Please see Detective Kerlac out.

M. Minister, I'm deeply
sorry for the inconvenience.

Rest assured that I don't support
Detective Kerlac's initiatives.

- But I wonder...
- No harm done.

M. Kerlac has no place in the
police force. He's a hotspur.

Like his father.

Hello, do you remember me?

The cartoonist. I'm looking
for your friend Louise.

Ah... she went to live in
the colonies three weeks ago.

What do you want with her?

I would have liked to see her
again. Sorry to bother you.

No worries.

Of course. If the girl k*lled
Berger, she must have run away.

Maybe. But did you see her face?

She was scared.

Insubordination, fake
reports, witness tampering,

and so on. No more
field work for you.

You'll learn life and think
of your future at the office.

Go home and tomorrow, Émile
will give you your assignment.

Kerlac, this is from a
photo shop in Vaugirard.

I've just learnt what
happened. I'm sorry for you.

If I can be of help...

List of persons who bought
a Kodak Vest Pocket...

Man Ray.

I'm here for you.

You're welcome.

Where is Kiki? Kiki!

- Kiki?
- What's wrong?

- Come, it's not safe here.
- What?

Trust me, he's dangerous.

Who, Man?

- He wouldn't hurt a fly!
- That's what Céleste thought.

The k*ller is a photographer,
Man Ray has the same camera.

A Kodak Vest Pocket.

Do you hear that? You're a k*ller
because you have a Kodak Vest...

I sold it last
year, I needed cash.

Who told you about
the Kodak Vest Pocket?

I'm sorry...

Who told you to be
wary of photographers?

I'm talking to you! Who...

Excuse me.