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Sophie Malaterre?

Claire Maras. I called you two days ago.

Listen, I'm sorry, but there's a problem.

Our artistic director, the lady you need to show your drawings to, is away.

She'd brought her holiday forward. I didn't realise.

Can I see someone else?

She's the sole decision maker.

I'm really sorry. It's all my fault.

And another appointment?

Not until September now.

I'll call you back then, all right?

All right.

- Thank you. - Goodbye.

Sophie!

I'm so sorry. Let me make it up to you.

Are you doing anything for lunch?

- No. - It'll be my treat, then.

What do you fancy'?

I'm a vegetarian, so...

Great, me too. Well, almost.

There's a café on Mount Royal that does organic sandwiches. Will that do?

Yes, all right.

Let's go.

Not one order, not one drawing published in three months.

I know your work from magazines. It's great.

Thanks.

The recession must be why I'm not working.

The recession is an easy excuse.

You're right, but the orders still aren't coming in.

How about guys'?

No orders either.

And holidays?

A black hole.

They say suicide rates peak at Christmas.

I say they peak during the summer holidays.

I have the answer for you.

Switch. com.

What's that?

An apartment exchange site.

Isn't that dangerous?

Where do you live'?

Upriver. A house near Pointe-Claire.

- Do you own it'? - Yes.

Well, my mum helped me out.

Take photos of your place and post them on the site.

Then say what you're looking for,

your desired destinations, and that's it.

I swear it works.

What happens after that?

You sign a contract with the other owner for the insurance and so on...

You swap keys, buy a ticket, and you're all set.

It's that simple?

Yes, with no hidden fees. It's person to person.

I was in your position three years ago.

No job, no guy, nothing.

Which area?

Rue Mouffetard, darling.

- Do you know Paris'? - A little.

- Was it good? - Better than good.

I met this waiter.

A guy from Mali. He knew Paris inside out.

I came back to Montreal with a fresh outlook,

found this job and rebooted my life.

- And the guy? - Left with the keys.

Do it. Paris in August. It'll make a new woman of you.

Seeking home exchange now

with Paris

Apartment with view of the Eiffel Tower

NEED A CHANGE OF SCENE!

I'm very interested in your ad.

Hoping you can help out.

My house isn't much.

Yes, but I really want to visit Montreal.

- What now? - The contract. We'll send keys by UPS.

Takeoff in 20 hours. We'll pass in the sky!

Here's my key. My room's on the upper floor.

Have fun in Paris!

Welcome to Montreal! The fridge is full.

Seventh district, please.

Dear Sophie, welcome to Paris.

Any problems, call me.

Am I stopping you working?

It's the summer holidays.

Yes, summer.

Your first time here?

Almost.

I came with my parents when I was little.

I'm from Montreal. I'm Canadian.

Where are you from'?

Across the Seine.

My name's Kourosh.

I'm Iranian.

I'm studying architecture here.

- Where are you staying'? - Near here.

At a hotel?

No, with friends.

Have happy days in Paris.

Is that all?

Here's what we'll do.

My number.

If you want a guide, call me.

It'll be a pleasure. Really.

I didn't tell you my name.

Next time.

This is Claire. Leave me a message.

Claire, it's Sophie.

I swapped my apartment like you told me to.

I'm looking at the Eiffel Tower.

It's crazy.

Call me and I'll tell you about it. Take care.

Shit, what's wrong with me?

- Damien... - What's going on?

What's going on?

What's going on?

- Bénédicte Serteaux, come with us. - What? Where?

To the police station, to answer our questions.

I'm not Bénédicte Serteaux.

So who are you?

Sophie Malaterre.

That's not mine. I'm Canadian.

What is all this?!

Take her in.

Everyone out. Clear the crime scene.

Thanks, boys.

- Meet me back at HQ. - OK, see you later.

Hold the board. Here.

Keep still.

Relax and don't press down.

Open your mouth. Wider...

Who is this?

Thomas Huyghens.

26 years old.

A part-time law student and amateur DJ.

A professional slacker.

Why show me his photo?

His corpse was in your bedroom.

That's not possible.

You'd been dating a year.

A stormy relationship.

I don't know who you're talking about!

You made death threats.

What death threats?

He told his parents. They lost track of him.

Until he turned up at your place.

It's not my place!

All right.

But you know Thomas Huyghens, right?

He was in your room this morning?

You tell me. You found him.

It's not that easy.

He'd been decapitated. His head's missing.

The victim's body is covered with cuts.

His genitals have been slashed.

Some wounds are so deep, the bone is exposed.

It's not my place. I didn't sleep in that room!

An upstairs room was locked.

Know what this is?

The knife the killer used.

Your prints are on it.

Can I go to the toilet'?

My name's Sophie Malaterre.

I'm from Quebec.

I arrived at Bénédicte Serteaux's yesterday morning.

You're a friend?

I don't know her.

We swapped homes online. For a holiday.

Switch.

S-W-I-T-C-H.

Like the English word.

You swapped homes like that?

Two strangers?

No guarantees? No insurance'?

The site provides guarantees.

I checked out the insurance.

Then what?

Then we swapped keys via UPS.

I flew out of Montreal...

the day before yesterday.

With the time difference, I arrived yesterday morning.

I was out all day,

before my first night at her place.

What happened this morning?

I woke up feeling rough.

I had a migraine, nausea...

I still feel ill.

Did you notice anything strange when you woke up?

I didn't know where I was.

I had a shower to wake myself up, then you arrived.

And the body'?

I don't know anything about the body!

I slept in another room.

I've been framed.

The corpse was put there during the night.

Go back to Bénédicte Serteaux's.

I never unpacked. You'll see it isn't my place.

We'll check all that-

your flight, your visits to the home-swap site,

your identity in Quebec.

But the embassy's closed on a Sunday. And it's August.

Can I get out of here?