Happy birthday, buddy.
Are you happy?
Dad, Mom.
Can I have a Crazy Croc?
Victor, you know that we can't afford it.
Come on.
Crazy Croc?
Did you just get up? Where are your customers, Jimenez?
Why do you care? And it's "Hi-menez."
Sell me your rides!
Your churro shack is absolutely disgusting.
I'll fight to the death.
The spot where your stupid Ghost Train is wasn't even yours.
Are you calling me a liar?
Don't touch me! Bastard!
-Sell them to me, damn it! -Scumbag!
Asshole!
Shut up!
A kid.
We killed a kid.
And what's this? What is it?
Your contract worker card that I found where you killed poor Véronique.
You don't understand.
-He'll do it again. -I've seen your hunting chart.
-The photos of the dead bodies. -It's Victor Claudel.
He reappeared. I don't know how. It has to do with the Ghost Train.
I've been investigating for weeks. Please trust me.
Accusing a dead child. How shameful.
I'll be back when you're ready to talk.
Don't try to escape. I tied a figure-eight knot.
The figure-eight is the strongest knot.
It consists of a big loop and passing both...
...the two little ends, two and a half times...
No, what am I talking about?
You do it two and a half times, and the small ends...
Here, don't forget this.
This is the shit your cop friend left behind.
Come back and say hi sometime.
Over there!
Here!
I heard you're leaving.
For real?
Yeah.
What are you going to do?
I don't know.
I'm sorry, kid.
A round of applause for the new Fairground Queen 1981,
Barbara Peroni!
Bravo!
Fraco, stop filming me.
-I'm not filming. -I can see that it's on.
No, the red light just means low battery.
Are you okay?
No, I don't want you to see me like this.
She's so beautiful.
Did you sleep well?
No.
When she got sick, she withdrew into herself.
She didn't want to be seen like that, because...
Magda Jimenez is supposed to be the most beautiful girl.
That's what she thought.
She thought that was all she had going for her.
Her goal in life was to win that fucking pageant.
In the end, she hated herself so much that...
She passed away alone.
Without saying goodbye.
Dad...
That's why I didn't want you to be a part of this.
You're not the only one I wanted to protect.
I'm protecting myself too.
The natives are starting to consider me as one of their own.
It's getting harder to lie to them.
Who dug up the body?
Only Carmen and Yvanne knew where it was. But why...
Today, Yvanne taught me how to pee standing up.
It was funny. Who would've thought?
I don't know why but I really like her.
True, she says a lot of bad words.
But she's a brave and inspiring woman.
I would've loved to have a sister like her.
WELCOME TO PALAVAS-LES-FLOTS
FAIRGROUND QUEEN 1998
Hello, Palavas!
Good evening to all!
Are you ready?
Palavas-les-Flots, Palavas is ready!
Palavas-les-Flots, Palavas is...
Ready!
Yeah!
Tonight's big event is the crowning of the Fairground Queen.
They are gorgeous. They are backstage...
Good luck, sweetheart.
I can't wait to be your king.
Yeah... No.
Look, I'm not going to have a king.
You know, I like you. But I don't love you.
Understand?
Yeah, I understand.
-We're not getting married? -No. We're not getting married.
But you're a good guy, Max.
-You're a good guy too. -What?
I'll have to boo you, so don't be upset. Have to support my cousin.
-What? Pati's here? -Yeah, she's here.
Her boyfriend talked her into it. Jordan. Know who Jordan is?
Good luck with the pageant.
-Thank you. -Please take care of him.
What the hell are you doing? You're up next.
Since when do you smoke?
What's wrong with you?
You're stressing me out by not being stressed!
-Go back inside. I'm coming, don't worry. -Yeah.
That crown is yours. Don't forget that.
Damn it!
-Dolorès, what are you doing here? -My name is Sandrine.
Okay, Sandrine, why did you come back?
-I know who the killer is. -Yvanne's father. We know.
What? No, it's not Yvanne's father.
-Dolorès. -No, Sandrine!
No. Dolorès.
What are you doing here, you dirty cop?
I finally fucking did it.
What are you doing?
Yeah? Well, let's go.
Come on. But watch out, because I'm about to...
Only one of them will be elected Fairground Queen 1998.
-Score? -Zero, zero.
-Fucking Brazilians... -Who?
-Too much stress tonight. -We'll find out.
Give a huge round of applause to our charming candidates!
Just beautiful!
What a warm welcome!
Don't worry, she'll be here!
I beg you to forgive me.
It's okay, let her go! You win!
-You can see she has no muscles! -Could you just loosen...
Hasta la vista, baby.
You fucked up your cousin.
That's my cousin.
Don't touch me.
Wonderful!
Very, very pretty.
Come on...
And now, please welcome Pati Peroni!
Superb!
Corner kick, coming up. Let's go.
...penalty area, ball to Zidane and goal!
Yeah!
Victor Claudel, the kid who went missing at the fair 30 years ago.
-What? -That's who you saw as a kid.
My father and Miguel killed him. The letter said so.
No. They thought they killed him. But he's alive!
Then why did my dad shoot himself?
I brought up Victor at the hospice, and because he thought he was dead...
He thought we'd find the body in the Ghost Train.
-That's right. -Where he had buried him.
-That's right. -There was no body.
No, because Victor survived and set out to get revenge.
Why does he look like that? Is it a mask?
I don't know. But he did recreate the Ghost Train.
The expert was a vampire, Tony, a dinosaur,
Hector was Frankenstein and Véro a zombie policewoman.
-And the witch? -What about her?
The automatons you mention. There's no witch.
The old woman!
And now, let's see Carmen Jimenez!
Carmen.
Carmen? Jimenez?
I'll go check.
Jimenez?
How do you pronounce it? "He-menez"?
-Jimenez? -"Hi-menez"!
"Hi-menez"! Carmen "Hi-menez"!
I don't get it. It's the same one. Right?
Yeah, I see that.
It's the truth.
She's the witch, for sure.
So why did he attack us with Pati?
Right, it doesn't make sense.
Maybe he thinks you're ugly.
-Impossible. -No, it is possible.
Everyone has different tastes.
And the new Fairground Queen 1998 is...
Pati Peroni!
Bravo!
Congratulations, cousin!
And now, our queen must choose her king to go with her on a romantic ride for two.
Victor! We know it's you!
Come and get me!
What are you doing?
I must dance with death.
And when you said "dance with death," was that a metaphor?
Here we go for another ride for our Fairground Queen!
Where the hell were you? Peroni won!
Who cares? Have you seen anything weird?
-Like what? -Like a monster.
A monster?
What the hell?
What the hell are they doing?
Fuck.
There's a fucking monster!
Shit!
Paco!
Stop, it's not funny!
Get this thing started now!
Work, damn it!
-It's him! -What is it?
-It's him! -It's what?
Paco, do something, damn it!
I'm trying!
No, get away! Start this thing!
Help! Help, please!
-No! -No!
Paco, start your machine, damn it!
Damn it, hurry. Go!
Please!
Let me go. No!
Help!
-Come on, damn it! -Come on!
Go away!
Come on, Poissonnet.
Get us out of this thing!
It's okay.
Yvanne, make sure they're safe.
-I'm on it. -I'm not leaving you.
Trust me.
You wanna play with me?
Crazy Croc.
Your parents gave it to you for your birthday.
What did they do to you?
Sandrine!
Don't touch her, you bastard!
Fraco!
Fraco.
No. Don't take it out.
No, no...
Quick. Hurry up.
What do we do?
We wait.
Wait for what?
Not a sound.
What are you doing?
-What? I have pins and needles! -Sit the fuck down!
Sit down, for God's sake.
Are you happy?
Pati?
What the hell are you doing?
I know where she is!
Carmen!
Pati!
Dad!
Paco, stay with your father.
Call an ambulance.
Palavas-les-Flots police.
Nobody move, especially not you.
-Why me? -Put down your weapon.
Put down your weapon.
Keep your hands up.
No hard feelings, Laplace.
I should've listened to you.
Bercot checked the prints you gave us, and they match, by some coincidence,
Yvanne Poissonnet's fingerprints.
Don't move even one of your rat ears, or I'll shoot.
Victor.
I'm the one you want, not her.
It's me, Carmen. You know me.
Remember?
I lied about the fingerprints. I took them from a can in her house.
-What? -Sorry.
I thought you were crazy.
I'll stay with you, I promise.
Good.
Pati, get out of here.
Carmen...
Run, now!
Chief, we're going to get in this Ghost Train.
If you want to shoot, go ahead.
Carmen! He's going to kill Carmen!
Victor, let her go.
Go on, do it.
I'm ready.
I'm sorry I forgot you.
Let her go, I said!
Let her go! Surrender!
He won't surrender.
Sorry, Victor.
To me, you're the Fairground Queen.
We're all queens.
It's over...
Why did he do it?
Yeah, for sure.
Welcome to the homicide department, Inspector Laplace!
Palavas-les-Flots, the city that slept without worry.
The city where all dreams were possible.
Finally, I got you.
The Solex gang is finished.
Where we were allowed to make mistakes, but it was never too late to fix them.
But becoming who you want to be sometimes takes time.
And sometimes, you simply need to dare.
Is it an employment contract?
No, these are adoption papers.
You little idiot.
Yeah, okay.
Daring to make peace with your past is the only way to move forward.
Patoche, what are you doing? Move your ass!
Yes, okay.
Sorry.
Even if it's scary.
He's crazy.
But sometimes fear is good.
I intended to continue watching over Palavas-les-Flots.
Except that now I had a family to look after me.
You didn't drink it straight.
No way.
Let's go.
You made the right choice. Smile.
And why are you doing this to us?
It was either you or them, Mr. Peroni.
This is what you wanted, right? To become the Fairground King? Smile.
No.
Not like this.
Smile!
You don't know the facts.
Sorry. But it's just an aquarium...
Excuse me, but they're very expensive. You'll pay for it.
How much does it cost?
I don't know, 100 or 200 francs.
-200 francs? -Well...
It's expensive but you can take it everywhere.
I'll be right there in a minute.
Okay, but hurry.
-You're so cheap. -But he's never been in a car.
He needs his natural environment.
It's water. Water's his natural environment.