Capitaine Marleau

SEA RESCUE

I asked for a 46, not a 36!

It's normal, it's supposed to fit like a second skin, actually.

I'm not a snake, huh?

This is the 9th one today. It looks nice?

You don't seem to have my size.

Why do you want to learn to dive?

Because I love old shipwrecks, but not like you, my "pan chou."

I prefer "pan choix" because my mother is Basque.

Well, let me know when she gives birth to one.

Even the fish will laugh at her.

THE CITY OF SOULS IN PAIN

Let's unload.

Tighten the straps well. - Yes.

Fish flat on the mat. White side always up.

Good, take the fish with the left hand.

Next? - I put it on the hopper.

In 10 seconds, otherwise it's a mess.

Yes sir. - It's not serious.

The trade returns. Look.

Left hand, you put it down.

What did you do? You don't want to spit on it too?

None of that here. You don't say anything?

There's a problem with the truck. - It's the first day for the new one.

What's the problem?

Mendieta.

Yes.

It's necessary?

OK.

What's the matter?

Is there a problem? Tell me, Francois.

It's-I have to go. Handle the truck repair.

Jean-Pierre, put it with the blue fish.

How much did I do?

What?

Didn't you press the button? - I had to press it?

Do you have a girl? - No.

Because you never lean on the button.

Yes, Eric?

Listen, we'll see tomorrow. I'm going to the stakeout.

OK.

I'm going.

Who's there? Show yourself.

Show yourself!

Drop it; drop it, for godsake!

Drop it!

All units, suspected homicide at the fish processing plant.

A suspect has been apprehended. Proceed to the location.

Miss Sallaberry, speak up.

She has been like this since I found her. Shock.

What is it?

Did you see her come in? - The cameras are down.

And you are a heavy sleeper.

Crime scene!

Everyone get out.

It stinks of cod. Get out, sir.

Captain? - What?

Divisionnaire Weller, SRPJ Bordeaux

Captain Marleau, Gendarmerie National. "Police, go home!"

I'll explain it to you. - You're already protective?

What about my laryngeal crush?

Whup-pah

"Police everywhere, justice nowhere!"

What the hell is she doing here?

You know her?

None of your business.

Only in the presence of my lawyer. Come on, move! Get out.

The victim's office, Francois Mendieta, the boss.

Why are you getting plugged in?

I'm investigating cigarette trafficking, probably

transported on his trawlers. - Exciting.

Take care of the peanut gallery,

I'll take the murderous sole. - Here.

What?

Co-investigation by police and Gendarmerie has been decided by the prosecutor.

Can I have my phone back?

The traffickers have used his boats behind his back.

The murderer's bar is the center of the trafficking.

Chapter 4, Verse 3 of the Code of Procedure.

Step aside, let the artist do it.

So.

A small cup that is still lukewarm.

Vanilla flavor; he had crap taste.

His computer...

on standby, so he was working when he got shot. OK?

Phone on airplane mode. Cell phone: off.

Why didn't he want to leave then?

What was he doing on the sorting lines?

He had an appointment with her, the murderer.

I mean, the suspect.

Well? - He was killed between 10 and midnight.

The time he was discovered. - A blow to the heart.

No defensive injuries.

He must have known his killer. - He wasn't suspicious of him.

Whereas your suspect, he was suspicious of her.

Because he suspected her of trafficking.

The murderess had to come from behind.

"The suspect." The captain hates word games.

The suspect had a potential alibi,

opportunity, and weapon in hand. A textbook case.

Yes, you haven't been to school in a long time. Come see.

Yeah, you too. What's this?

Nothing says it's due to a blow.

It seems ante mortem, since at least 6pm.

Eva Sallaberry,

you are in custody for the murder of Francois Mendieta.

OK with you? - Absolutely not, "Bwana."

A real pretty boy, this Weller. Once a big deal in Paris.

A CV as long as his arm. - Yeah.

An arm that goes to the prosecutor.

I don't give a fuck about "co-investigation."

Have you ever seen guys as big as him on cigarette trafficking?

Doesn't that sound weird to you, Pancho?

"Panchua." It's Panchua.

You're cute, Ronsard, but go take care of your roses,

I'm tired.

Hold up, who are you?

Lucy Mendiata, his wife. - I want to see him.

You'll see him later.

The Police National are taking pictures of your

husband at the crime scene, right?

Crime scene? Who are you? - Captain Marleau, Gendarmerie.

And also Gendarme Pancho.

Where were you at 11 pm tonight?

Why? Isn't it an accident? - It doesn't appear so.

Is it a murder? - It's possible. Where were you?

With my parents; who could have-?

Do you know who could? - No!

This is a nightmare.

Are you bringing her back?

We're human; we'll do the questioning later.

Until then, ma'am.

Get the lobster crate from my car, OK?

Well? - I found this, in this bag.

What is it?

"No to the sale of Souls In Pain. Mendieta wants to evict 30 families

and make 150 people homeless. Let's take action."

What an asshole, that guy!

That bastard cheated us all. He promised

not to sell Souls In Pain when he bought the fish factory.

This, and your trafficking exposed,

gives you reason to kill him.

Put her in the car.

Hey! They're not your men. I'll report you.

What is Souls In Pain?

A charity created by the fish processor 95 years ago

for families of fishermen missing at sea.

And the "bar" is Eva's Bistro? - Eva?

Yes, the name of noted dictators:

Eva Peron, Eva... Marron.

Sure. The Trawler is the heart of the town.

So she didn't want Mendieta to sell.

Not quite, in fact.

Souls In Pain was created by her great-grandfather,

who founded the fish factory.

So, Eva sold the factory to Mendieta?

When she inherited it. - And my trip!

You show me. Let's have a cup of coffee.

A ristretto with 2 straws!

SOULS IN PAIN

THE TRAWLER

Come on! "Go"!

Swarm, Pancho.

Comrade union members, good morning!

Hi, blues. - Good morning, Captain.

Pancho, bring me a smoothie ristretto with two croissants, please.

Hello.

Captain.

Ronsard lent me his office, but I can leave it for you.

Good.

I'll go see the suspect. - No.

Let's wait for her lawyer.

I'm not going to question her. Body search... I'm a girl.

I don't want you to get caught for bullying. We are not cattle.

She's always like that.

Comrade Cerberus of the door, execute your office.

How's Eva?

You have a knack for getting yourself in trouble.

Lt. Marleau. I didn't recognise you.

Captain Marleau.

They upgraded me the better to degrade me.

This is ugly? - It's been ages.

Yes. When did I bust you? 10 years ago?

Without your dreds and your didgeridoo,

I wouldn't have recognised you.

Your guy "Robin" still in the woods?

I don't know.

You didn't tell me you were a bourgeois kid.

My parents have always been idiots, but they're dead.

My real family is Souls In Pain.

"The family, the family." In Palermo, we kill for family.

I have nothing to do with it. Weller is delirious.

What were you doing there? - That's my business.

My eyes.

She gets caught in a macabre scene, murder weapon in hand.

Yeah, right, it's none of my business if you take a life.

But maybe 10 years ago I was wrong about you.

10 years ago, I didn't ask you for anything.

And now it's the same. - No, it's not.

You're here for murder. If you don't talk, I can't help you.