♪♪
[ Dog barks ]
-Why you have to go out this early,
I'll never know.
-Hurry up and come back to bed.
-See?
You've woken him up, too, now, you rascal!
Douglas. Douglas!
Douglas, come here, you little --
-[ Screams ] -Doug--
♪♪
[ Screams ]
♪♪
-♪ Do you remember the first time ♪
♪ That my eyes set on you? ♪
♪ Your smile came from nowhere ♪
♪ For some time never ♪
♪ Or some time soon ♪
♪ The road is a long one ♪
♪ I was only passing through ♪
♪♪
-Thanks for the lift. -Oh, no problem.
I was on my way home from a job anyway.
-Oh, love. How are you doing?
Oh.
-Oh, Jean, it was awful.
I-I let Douglas out this morning,
and he just ran off into the field.
When I followed,
I saw a man lying there with a sword sticking out of him.
-A sword?
-Yeah. It was horrible.
-I bet it was.
-Oh, this is the lady that found him.
-I'm sorry, I-I just can't --
-Oh, I know.
It's a lot to take in, isn't it, love?
-Is -- Is Cooper here?
-Yeah, he's making coffee.
-Come on, let's get you in, if that's alright.
-Of course.
-You may leave.
We will contact you.
-Do you need a lift anywhere? -Sorry?
-Oh, it's okay. I'm a taxi driver.
-Oh.
Uh, no, thank you.
I-I think I need the walk to clear my head.
[ Police radio chatter ]
-Jean, may I have a word?
-Yeah, of course.
Oh, Richard, just make sure she's okay.
The shock can take you by surprise.
-Of course.
♪♪
-Ooh.
-This fencing foil
was found in the hand of the deceased man.
-Well, I think that's actually an Epeé de Combat,
circa 19th century.
Yeah.
It's also...solid silver.
-A matching one was sticking out of his chest.
-Oh.
Well, the end has been sharpened.
-Mm.
Also, he was wearing this.
-Ooh.
Well, they're not fake.
-Those are real diamonds? -Mm.
And what's more, I think that might be Cartier.
-But the other one is missing.
-That's interesting.
Can I have a look at the other Epeé?
-I think that might be more appropriate back at the station.
-Yes, of course, of course. [ Chuckles ] Yeah.
-Cooper's with Glo.
-You alright?
-Yeah, yeah. It's just --
It's not nice seeing you mates upset, is it?
-No.
Look, I've got to pop back to the station with Caron.
He wants me to look at something.
-Mm. No problem.
I'm still knackered after that night drive,
so I'm gonna nip to La Couronne,
get a bit of breakfast, then get my head down for a bit.
-Alright, I'll see you later. -Yeah, you will.
♪♪
Is everything okay in there?
It's Dom.
Aye!
What is going on?
-Last night, we got a cryptic message from Celine
saying that they just can't go on.
-But -- But we only picked up the message this morning.
Fearing the worst, we rushed down here immediately.
-So where's Niall and Celine, then?
-Looks like their finances got worse
and they had to do a midnight flit back to Ireland.
-Their finances got worse?
-Well, do you remember
when Niall's mother visited a couple of years ago
and there was all that palaver with her gambling in the pub?
-Yeah. They nearly lost their license, didn't they?
-Yeah, well, they didn't stop there.
They were forever bailing his mother out
of her gambling debts.
-They were so short of money a couple of years ago that we...
-Bought La Couronne from them.
We couldn't bear the thought of it going under.
We kept it very hush-hush, of course.
Niall is a very proud man,
didn't want to bring shame on his mother.
-Blimey.
You've kept that very quiet, didn't you?
Well, I hope they're alright.
You know, I often wondered why you two never paid for a drink.
-Dominic, we need your help.
La Couronne is the beating heart of our community.
We have to keep her alive.
-We also have this very important reception
for the new mayor this afternoon.
I personally offered her the pub.
-Look, I-I am more than happy to help in any way I can.
-Oh, thank you Dominic.
-But -- But -- But I have just done
a five-hour round trip through the night,
so I am exhausted.
But, you know, I promise to help get a plan together later.
-Oh, we knew we could rely on you.
-Oh, thanks, old chap.
-Oh, you are so wonderful. -Yeah.
♪♪
[ Keyboard clacking ]
-I hope I'm still driving when I'm nearly 80 years old.
-If you drive anything like my granddad,
I am not gonna be a passenger.
-Now, Georges Allaire was
a bit of a gangster in his younger days.
-Gangster? -Yes.
Back in the '70s,
he ran a notorious street gang in Paris.
-Mm. Well...
If this cufflink is Cartier...
Well, on its own, it's worth between 10,000 and 15,000 Euro.
-Why is it so expensive?
-It's the name -- Cartier.
Uh, they're renowned for working with platinum
before anybody else was.
Platinum was rarely used in jewelry
until the late 19th century.
-Why? -It's not as malleable as gold.
It's a very difficult metal to work with.
-Would these cufflinks be desirable?
-Mm, tick all the right boxes.
Superbly made. It's very pretty.
Enough to get the dealers excited.
-A motive for murder?
-Well, if somebody wanted to complete their collection,
I wouldn't rule it out.
-Mm.
[ Keyboard clacking ]
Well, nothing on the local police database
for stolen swords or cufflinks.
-Now, Cartier always issue a certificate of authentication,
so maybe when you search his house,
it'll reveal something.
♪♪
Hey, did you enjoy your breakfast?
-I haven't had any yet. It's all going off in there.
-What do you mean?
-Niall and Celine have done a midnight flit --
financial worries, apparently.
-No. Are they alright? -I don't know, and get this --
Jeremy and Judith have owned the pub for the last few years.
-Really?! -Yes.
-Is that why they've never paid for a drink?
-That is exactly what I said! -Oh.
Look, you can have some breakfast
at the shop if you want. I can offer you a croissant.
-Yeah, go on, then. I'm starving.
You alright?
-Oh, Judith's in a state about a do for the new mayor.
-Bonjour, Charlie. -Hi, love. [ Chuckles ]
-I've been teaching Charlie how to be northern,
and she's been teaching me how to be French.
-Oh, have you, now?
-Mm. Coffee and croissants coming up.
-You'll do for me.
-See? [ Chuckles ]
-That teapot looks like a bit of a tricky pourer.
-This is a French regency chocolate pot.
-Oh. Is that made out of chocolate?
-[ Laughs ]
About as useless as a chocolate teapot.
That's what my mother always used to say to me.
-Hey, mine, too.
-Seriously? -Yeah!
-We have something in common, finally.
-Yeah, sarcastic mums. Who would have guessed that?
[ Both laugh ]
-Simone's coming through with the croissants.
-I thought it was pewter.
I couldn't see the hallmarks because of the tarnishing,
but after a clean, it turns out to be silver.
-Oh, lovely.
Oh, talking of hallmarks... what do you make of this?
Now, I think it's Cartier,
but there's something that's not quite right.
-Yes, I know what you mean.
-Mm. -What is it?
-What are we looking at?
-Oh. This.
-Where did you take this picture?
-Do you recognize it?
-I said, where did you take this picture?
-What's wrong, Simone?
-I made this copy for someone...a few years ago.
-You made that?
-Cartier said it was a five-year waiting list.
The client didn't want to wait, so...I copied them.
-Good grief, Simone.
You are some talent.
-Merci.
-[ Stammers ] Who did you make it for?
-Uh, I really don't want to say.
-Um, Simone, this, um, this cufflink,
your copy, was found
on the shirt of a man who'd been murdered.
You have to tell us.
-You must swear that you will not tell him
it was me who told you.
-Of course not.
-He's -- He's a British man.
His name is John Marsden.
-Right. Do you know where he lives?
-He's one of the most dangerous men in France.
If he knew I had given you his home address...
there is no telling what he might do.
-Simone...a man has been killed.
-I'm not happy about this.
[ Pen scratching ]
He's very...unpredictable.
Watch yourselves.
-[ Sighs ] Thank you, Simone.
Right, come on, let's go.
-Really?
Do you think this is a good idea,
or do you think we should call Caron?
-Caron will tell us not to go.
-Yes, exactly.
-Please, Dom.
-Oh, come on, then.
-Look, isn't it wonderful?
I mean, look at all those lovely silver utensils.
-[ Chuckles ] Darling, they're tools --
you know, wrenches and ratchets and stuff.
-Jeremy, you sound all Bruce Springsteen.
How macho.
[ Tools clanking ]
-Hello, you two.
-Oh, hello, Gloria.
I don't know if you've heard what's happened at the pub.
-Yeah, Dom rang me.
I hope Niall and Celine are okay.
-Yes. It's a very unfortunate business.
-But the show must go on.
We've got a very important party booked in this afternoon,
and we desperately don't want to disappoint them.
-So we were wondering if we could use your van
to pick up some supplies from the hypermarché.
-Of course. Anything I can do to help.
-Thank you.
-Hey... I used to work as a barmaid.
-Oh, really?
-Yeah, had a bar job for years.
Everyone up north did.
-How quaint.
-I even worked in a fun pub dancing on the bar.
-Uh, would it be too much to ask
if we could borrow you, as well, for a couple of hours?
-What, to dance on the bar?
-No, of course not. [ Chuckles ]
-No. To talk us through things.
-Uh...yeah.
-Tremendous!
-Can we go now?
-Oh, uh...alright, then.
Give me five minutes. I'll get changed.
♪♪
-Are you sure it's a good idea
to question this bloke without Caron?
I mean, he sounds well dodgy.
-It's an antiques-based inquiry, Dom.
I'm saving him time. -Mm.
[ Yawns ]
[ Doorbell plays music ]
-Keep your mouth shut
and start walking.
♪♪
-Oh, this'll look nice in the pub garden,
won't it, darling?
You can't even tell the flowers are fake,
so I can't kill them.
-[ Chuckles ]
Keeping plants alive is not your forte, my love.
-You have to leave room for some stock --
mixers, lemons, and stuff.
-Oh, don't worry, we can just balance them on top.
-I'm not sure that's --
-Caviar by the kilo, darling!
-Oh, how wonderful! We should stock up.
-Concentrate on the essentials.
-That's exactly what we are doing.
-You need to get some bar snacks.
-But that's what the caviar is for.
-No -- crisps, pork scratchings, scampi fries.
-Scampi what?
-Have you never had a scampi fry?
-I've had langoustine.
-Right.
I am going to change your life.
Follow me!
♪♪
-Why are you here?
-We want to talk to John Marsden.
-Who sent you?
-We think we have found
something that belongs to him.
-I said, who sent you?
-No one sent us.
-Look, darlings, tell me who sent you to this address
or you both die now.
I'm not kidding, sweeties.
-Oh. -Oh.
-S-Simone. Simone the copier.
-Simone?
Oh, I love Simone.
Well, she's no harm.
Last I heard, though, she was banged up,
which is a shame because she's a belting copier.
-Put your guns down, gentlemen.
-Thank you. Thank you very much.
-And where's that accent from?
-Manchester. -Oh.
-And I... I reckon yours is from Gorton.
-Fancy someone knowing where Gorton is so far from home.
My mum still lives there.
I'm John Marsden. Pleased to meet you.
-Jean White. My mum lives down the road in Reddish.
-You're joking. -Yeah, past the Houldsworth pub.
-I used to underage drink in there, where it all began.
[ Both laugh ]
And where are you from?
-Stoke.
-Great.
So, how can I help you, Jean White?
-Well, I think it's us that can help you.
Oh!
I'm just, um, I'm just getting my phone out my bag.
-Oh. It's fine -- automatic reaction.
-[ Chuckles ]
Right.
Um...
Does this belong to you?
-Hang on, let me get my specs.
These belonged to Dr. Crippen, apparently.
I had to get the lenses changed, obviously,
but weird and, uh, wonderful artifacts --
they're a passion of mine.
That's supposedly the noose
from the last UK public hanging in 1868.
But is John Marsden telling the truth?
[ Laughter ]
Right, what are we looking at?
Oh, yeah, they're definitely mine.
Simone did a great job on them.
Cartier said there was a five-year waiting list,
but I saw them in Vogue and simply had to have them
for a Christmas do I was going to.
-This was found in possession of a man called Georges Allaire.
Do you know him?
-Oh, that old cretin.
He worked for me for years 'til I sacked him.
He obviously took a souvenir with him, the cheeky monkey.
-He was found dead this morning.
-Oh, I see.
And you think I had something to do with that?
Trust me, Jean, if I did, you would never know.
Right, however lovely it is to have unexpected guests,
you two should leave now and thank your lucky stars
that Jean's mum lives down the road from mine.
Otherwise, you'd be leaving in a box.
See you, loves.
♪♪
-You did what?!
-It was about the cufflink.
I thought I was saving time.
-I would not go near John Marsden's house
without a warrant, armed guards, and a-a team of lawyers.
He is a very dangerous man!
-We're very aware of that.
-You could have been killed!
-Yeah, we're very aware of that, too.
-And who do you think would be responsible
if anything happened to either of you?
Me.
How dare you put me in that situation?
I thought we respected each other.
-Of course we do! -Of course, yeah.
-Your actions tell me differently.
[ Knock on door ]
-The swords were on loan to Sainte-Victoire Museum.
They were stolen in transit
on their way back to Paris months ago.
That's why there was nothing on the local police database.
-Thank you.
-I also did a little digging.
Georges Allaire and his accomplice, David Monroe --
they were recognized in police photographs by the driver.
-And then what happened?
-They were both put in a lineup.
David was picked out,
but Georges played his "little old man" routine.
The driver lost confidence
and would not commit to a positive identification.
-I presume David stayed loyal to Georges.
-Don't they always?
-Very good work, Richard.
-Thank you, sir.
[ Door closes ]
-Now, you must both promise me
you will never put me in that position again.
-Of course. I'm sorry, really sorry.
-I don't know what to say. Sorry. That's all.
-Now, will you come to the museum with me?
[ Cellphone chimes ]
-Well, you never have to ask twice
when there's a museum involved.
You alright?
-Gloria wants me to meet her at La Couronne urgently.
She's written it in capital letters
with an angry-face emoji.
-Oh, oh. -I better go.
-Yeah. -Okay.
Hiya. I got your text. You okay?
-Oh, am I pleased to see you. -What's so urgent?
-It's Jeremy and Judith. They're driving me mad.
You've got to help me.
-Oh, no no no, no.
I had a summer job slicing lemons in a holiday camp once --
wreaked havoc with paper cuts.
-I only offered them a lift to the cash and carry.
-So why are you behind the bar?
-The new mayor is having a celebration here
for her staff later,
and Judith is insisting on going through with it.
-Sorry, I'll ask again. Why are you behind the bar?
-They needed help.
-[ Sighs ] You're too kind, you, Glo.
-[ Chuckles ] Kind or gullible? I'm not sure.
-You need to learn how to say no.
Put your foot down.
-Gloria, I did it wrong again.
-Oh, Judith, how many times do I have to show you
how to change a barrel?
-I just don't think my hands are as masculine as yours.
Oh, Dominic, thank you for coming to help.
You can take over from Gloria.
It's so good of you. -No, no, I've got to get --
-I really don't know what we would do without our friends.
-[ Sighs ] Alright.
-Put my foot down, eh? [ Chuckles ]
-When life gives you lemons...
♪♪
-All these stories in one place.
-Pardon?
-Oh, I believe that every object
carries its own history and energy.
It's very busy in here.
-Energy?
-[ Chuckles ] I know it sounds daft, but, um,
I've got this mixing bowl that my gran gave me,
and every time I use it for baking,
everything turns out better.
[ Chuckles ] It's like it retains her energy.
-[ Chuckles ]
Since I lost my wife,
every possession in our home... retains a memory.
-Hey. It's okay, Caron.
It's only me.
So do those possessions offer any comfort?
-Sometimes, but not always.
-Do you know what, Caron?
I think you should have a clear-out...
and if you need a hand, I'd be happy to help.
I became quite the expert at letting go
when Rory died.
-Thank you, Jean.
[ Footsteps approach ]
-Monsieur Caron?
-Oh. -[ Clears throat ]
[ Door beeps, buzzes ]
-Here is an inventory of everything that was stolen
from the ambushed van. -Thank you.
-And the swords were definitely loaded onto the van?
-Of course.
They had been on loan from Paris,
and they were due to be returned.
-Did you see anyone suspicious in the museum that day?
-Not that I can remember.
To get to the loading bay, you'd need one of these.
-Mm.
-Very good.
Thank you for your assistance.
-Pleasure. -Can I keep this?
-Of course. -Oh.
Thank you.
♪♪
[ Engine shuts off ]
[ Sighs ]
What a haul!
♪♪
Where have I seen that Theodolite before?
-Theodolite?
-Yeah. It's here on the inventory.
It's an instrument for measuring vertical and horizontal angles,
but this one's particularly exquisite.
-That's supposedly the noose
from the last UK public hanging in 1868.
But is John Marsden telling the truth?
[ Laughter ]
-I know where I've seen it.
-Where?
-Marsden's house.
-Are you sure?
-I'm positive.
Well, it's obvious.
Allaire must have done the museum job for Marsden.
When he was sacked,
he must have helped himself to the cufflinks,
and Marsden's killed him for it with his own loot, the swords.
-We need to get Monsieur Marsden in for questioning.
-I know.
-I suggest you make yourself scarce.
-Of course.
-If he even has a whiff of your involvement,
your life will be in danger.
♪♪
-Gloria, you have to change the other barrel, as well.
-You've got to learn to do it yourself, Judith.
-But you're a mechanic. -What's going on?
-Jeremy and Judith have got this do on for the mayor,
so we're all pitching in.
[ Smoke detector beeping ] -Oh! Oh, no, the vol au vents!
-I've not had a vol au vent since 1984.
[ Laughter ] Do you need a hand?
-Oh, please, love. Judith!
-[ Chuckles ] Oh.
-You know what you're doing back there?
-Yeah, I think I'll be alright.
-Do not look into the eyes of any of the garden ornaments.
Don't look!
The eyes are cameras.
He knows we are here.
Follow my lead
and do not rise to any
of his antagonistic tendencies.
[ Doorbell plays music ]
-Caron and Mini Caron -- what a lovely surprise.
I'd say unexpected, but I saw you on my CCTV.
You look good on camera, Caron.
-Monsieur Marsden, myself and Gendarme Richard
would like you to accompany us to the station
to help us with our inquiries.
-Oh, look at you.
Aren't you gorgeous? [ Laughs ]
-Gendarme Richard is a black belt
in three martial-arts disciplines.
-Oh, small but deadly.
You should come work for me.
[ Laughs ] Laugh.
[ Laughter ]
-As I said, we would like you to accompany us to the station.
-Am I under arrest?
-No. We'd like to ask you a few questions
to help us with our inquiries.
-Does it do your head in?
-Pardon?
-The uncertainty of me.
-I do not understand.
-My unpredictability --
never knowing what I'm gonna do next.
Call Monsieur Onapros.
Tell him to meet me at the police station.
My solicitor. I'm sure you understand.
-Of course.
-Okay, well, give me a few minutes to change.
I can't be seen in loungewear outside the house.
I'm not living in the UK now. [ Laughs ]
[ Laughter ]
Oh.
-Well done, Richard.
[ Door closes ]
-Andrea at last -- my savior.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
The cavalry's here.
Come on, everybody out, out, out.
Let the professionals take over.
Do stay for the party, though.
It's the least I can do to say thank you.
-Oh, thanks, Judith. I could murder a G&T.
-Oh, me, too.
-No free G&T, but by all means,
help yourselves to a glass of Prosecco.
-I'm shattered, so I think I'm gonna get off.
-Oh, no, Dominic, I insist.
Stay for one, please.
♪♪
-[ Chuckles ] Alright. I'll stay for a bit, yeah.
-[ Chuckles ]
-Judith, thank you for organizing the event.
-Absolutely my pleasure.
No trouble at all, an absolute breeze.
-May I congratulate you on your victory.
Oh, now, these are our friends who helped us get ready today.
-Hello! -Hello!
-Oh, Dom, actually, our newly elected mayor
I think most probably can help you out.
-Oh, really? -Yes.
Passionate about potholes, aren't you?
-Repairing them. -Ah.
-Exactly.
Maybe you two should get your heads together.
Dom is always banging on about the state of the road.
-[ Chuckles ] Let's -- Let's get a glass of champagne, shall we?
Come on. -Please.
♪♪
-Isn't that the poor woman who found the body this morning?
-Oh, yeah.
Should we go and say hello, make sure she's alright?
-Yeah, yeah, sure.
♪♪
-Hello again.
Oh, I'm so sorry. I forgot your name.
-Oh. I'm Nadine.
-Oh, yeah. Hello.
-Hi. -How are you doing?
-Um, still all a bit of a blur, really.
I keep thinking, "Was that real?"
-Oh, I'm exactly the same.
[ Cellphone chimes ] -Oh, sorry.
♪♪
Excuse me for a minute.
-You can confirm your name is John Marsden.
-No comment.
-I already know the answer, Monsieur Marsden.
-If you already know --
No comment.
-It will make it easier for both of us
if we had a conversation, Monsieur Marsden.
-[ Sighs ] Look, if you -- -Shh!
-The last person to shush me found themselves
in very disabilitating circumstances.
Do you understand?
Come on, then. What do you want to know?
I want to get home.
They're rerunning "Golden Girls" tonight.
-Did you know Georges Allaire?
-You know I did.
He did a few odd jobs for me over the years.
-What, like the Paris artifacts exchange robbery?
An item of the theft has been identified
to be in your possession.
-Who -- Who's identified that?
-I'm not at liberty to say.
-Well, I'm not at liberty to answer, then, dear.
-Did you know that Allaire was in possession
of some other very expensive items stolen from you?
-Really? I hadn't noticed.
I have lots of expensive items, babe.
I'm a bit of a collector.
-I propose that you found out Allaire had stolen from you
and consequently murdered him
with the stolen swords from the Paris Exchange robbery.
Very flamboyant, very John Marsden.
-[ Laughs ]
Well, that sounds sensational. Tell me more.
What time did you say he was murdered that night?
-Around 9:00 p.m.
-I see.
Well, your theory would be utterly marvelous
if it wasn't for the fact that I was in another country.
My jet only landed at 8:00 a.m. this morning,
and I believe Allaire had been discovered by then.
Check the air-traffic report.
Now, while we wait for that little penny to drop,
how about a coffee?
She's parched.
I'll have a soy latte, please.
Want anything?
[ Siren wails in distance ]
-[ Sighs ] -Are you okay?
-Yeah.
Marsden was out of the country when Allaire was killed.
-What? -That was Caron.
He's had to let him go.
-Do you think he's gonna come after us?
-No. Caron won't have dropped us in it.
-Oh. You mean like I did with Simone?
-Dom, you had a gun pointed at your head.
-Yeah, but even so...
-Besides, he wasn't even bothered about Simone.
-I think I need a whisky.
-A whisky? [ Chuckles ]
I've never seen you drink whisky.
-I only drink whisky when I'm really, really tired.
-Oh, bless you.
I'll tell you what, I'll get you one.
Got to get my bag anyway.
♪♪
-Hey! Guess what.
She knows my mate Claire, who works at the council.
-Really? Great.
-[ Chuckles ]
-I'm gonna go say goodbye.
-Oh, I'll come with you. -Okay.
♪♪
-Oh, Andrea. Um...
Sorry, I'm just looking at all your whiskies.
So many to choose from.
♪♪
-Oh, well, anything I can do to help.
Don't hesitate. Of course.
-Where's my whisky?
-We have to follow her.
-Who? -Nadine.
-Why? -Stop asking questions.
I'll explain on the way.
-How can we follow her when she's not left yet?
-That's a very good point.
Okay, right. I'll slip out the back.
You keep her talking.
Text me when she leaves, and I'll hide behind Madeline.
-Oh, I was just coming to say thank you
to you and your friend for being so kind.
-Oh, yes, she's just, um... uh, nipped -- nipped to the loo.
-Okay, well, thank you...?
-Dom. -Dom.
Uh...your friend didn't tell me her name.
-Uh, Jean, Jean.
-Please say thank you to Jean for me.
-I will. Yeah.
Bye.
[ Chatter ]
[ Cellphone chimes ]
-Oh, your luck just gets better, old chap.
-Sorry, Jeremy, me and --
-Our mayor's daughter is studying astrophysics
and needs someone who knows their way around a telescope.
-Right, I --
-And you know your aurora borealis
from your aurora australis.
-Yeah, it's just north and south, really.
-Yeah, but maybe you can help. -Uh...
[ Cellphone chimes ]
Oh, um, just give her my number.
Happy to help. [ Clears throat ]
-Family issues, I think, or something. [ Chuckles ]
[ Brakes squeal, engine shuts off ]
-So why have we followed her?
-Well, I just need to have a look around. I've got an idea.
-Are there gonna be guns again?
-Well, I hope not. -Oh, good.
-Mind you, I am here because I suspect
that she stabbed a man through the heart, so...
-What? She's the murderer?
-Mm. -But why?
-I think it's all about revenge.
-Revenge?
-Yeah, but I need to be sure.
-What?
♪♪
I am not happy about this.
-Just follow me.
♪♪
[ Gasps ] The cufflink.
♪♪
Dom, go around to the front door
and ring the doorbell and distract her for a bit.
-I can't do that to a woman on her own, you big nutter.
-[ Sighs ]
Well, just ring the doorbell and run away, then.
-I haven't done that since I was 10.
-Please, Dom. I'll meet you back in Madeline.
-Alright.
♪♪
[ Doorbell rings ]
♪♪
[ Camera shutter clicks ]
♪♪
I'm getting too old for this.
-Nonsense. You're in your prime.
Caron? You are not going to believe this.
♪♪
Could you check that for us? -Yeah. Of course.
♪♪
-Can I ask where you were last night?
-At home. Alone.
-Can anyone verify that?
-I was on my own.
-Mm.
Why were you in possession of this cufflink?
-I found it down the road from the murder this morning.
-And you forgot to mention it.
-Ah.
Must have been the shock of discovering the body.
-Yes, that must have been quite traumatic.
-It was.
The cufflink looked expensive,
and I don't get paid much as a council worker.
[ Knock on door ] -Mm.
[ Door opens ]
[ Footsteps approach ]
-Very good. -Thank you.
[ Door opens, closes ]
I don't think you're telling the truth, Nadine.
If it wasn't for my good friend Gloria being on the scene,
I think you might have just got away with it.
-I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.
-Really?
Are you completely sure about that?
This is how I see it...
I think you killed Georges Allaire,
and I think it's something you wanted to do
for a long, long time.
It was your lanyard that gave you away,
and your surname seemed familiar, too.
Everyone thought all the artifacts
from the Paris Exchange robbery
were stolen from the van en route...
but they weren't, were they, Nadine?
[ Door beeps, buzzes ]
We have evidence that you used your council pass
to enter the museum that day...
and you were seen on the CCTV camera
taking the epeés hours before the van left.
[ Door beeps, buzzes ]
-But you were very lucky with the timing
of the ambush of the van, weren't you?
Now nobody would ever suspect you.
But why?
Why use the swords to murder an old man so brutally?
-It was about honor and revenge...
and one of the last duels ever to take place in France.
-Duels? -Mm.
A long time ago.
It involved Georges Allaire and the young rival
called Rene Briseois, who was taking over his patch,
so he asked him out in a duel.
It took place,
and Allaire was the clear winner.
In fact, it was called off after first blood.
It became famous because, unusually for the time,
it was -- it was photographed.
[ Camera shutter clicks ]
No one ever saw Rene Briseois again.
I'm guessing that he was your father?
What happened, Nadine?
-Okay.
Enough now.
The day after the duel...
my father had gone.
There was no sign of him.
My mother and him were so in love,
and then...nothing.
When I was younger, I was so angry and confused about him.
When I got older, I needed to know why he left us,
so I decided to start looking for him.
-Go on.
-After exhausting every avenue...
at last, 18 months ago...
I found my father.
He didn't have long to live.
I asked him why he left us.
Georges Allaire said either my father left town after the duel
or he would kill us -- me and my mother.
-So...he was protecting you all these years,
protecting you from Georges Allaire.
-I vowed that day that I would avenge my father.
-You're an --
You're an expert fencer, aren't you, Nadine?
It was the fences on a whisky bottle
that gave me my final clue.
-I had been preparing for this moment all my life.
Allaire still lived in Sainte-Victoire,
so one night, I followed him down the alley...
♪♪
...and into a field on the outskirts of town.
♪♪
Georges Allaire! -Huh?
♪♪
-I gave him a couple of chances, but he was no match for me.
♪♪
I took the cufflink to put next to my father's picture...
to show him revenge had finally been done.
-And you murdered an old man?
-No.
I murdered Georges Allaire.
Georges Allaire!
-[ Chuckles ]
♪♪
[ Groans ]
-What I don't understand is why you went back
to the scene of the crime.
The time of death shows that you killed him
around 9:00 p.m. the night before.
♪♪
-This is the last thing my father ever gave me.
I didn't know it was missing until I woke up.
I found it in his hand, but that's when Gloria saw me.
♪♪
I can never be without this.
♪♪
That carries his energy.
-[ Sighs ]
♪♪
-Gloria, thank you for today.
-No problem.
-You've been a real workhorse.
-Well, I think that all went very well.
[ Chuckles ]
What?
[ Cellphone chimes ]
♪♪
-Dom, I think we might need -- -[ Snoring ]
♪♪
-♪ Passing through ♪
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