Cannes Confidential

Call the police. Call the police!

Oh, my God.

Morning, sunshine.

Please, not so loud.

Okay.

Another day, another much needed coffee.

Use this, please.

Because the bottle's all contaminated

and you have to bag it.

Take it down to the station for decontamination?

You're just lazy.

Can you at least use the right bin?

Right.

When are you gonna clean out that bunker of yours?

Dad's in prison. Case closed.

When are you gonna move on?

Don't you understand? He was set up.

He's innocent.

What if he did do it?

- You can't change the world... - I will find proof, okay?

Look, I want you to be careful.

If you see anyone suspicious, keep your guard up, okay?

Why?

Is this how you get when you're a cop?

All suspicious, all paranoid?

You know, everyone isn't out to hurt us.

But you wouldn't know, because you never see anyone.

I'll see you after work.

- How about Lea? - What about Lea?

I think she has the hots for you.

Oh...

Margaux, everything is not a reality show, okay?

Mm.

I gotta go.

Speak of the devil.

I'm not sure what you mean.

Are you on your way in?

- Yeah, what's up? - Meet us on the docks.

We're heading out to Ile Sainte-Marguerite.

Okay.

We've got a dead body.

Okay. Be right there.

Genevieve, I need to see my father

and I want you to arrange it.

It's not possible. Philippe made it clear.

I know what he said,

but I want you to change his mind.

Alright, Camille. I'll talk to him.

Thank you.

Okay, everyone, listen up.

The police are on the way.

- There's nothing else to see. - What happened?

Did some poor nudist overdose on sun and rosé?

Yeah, something like that.

Come on, man, let's go.

Hey, everyone, let's go.

Let's go, please.

You okay, Ramz?

I'm good. It's just...

It's just early, that's all.

You need coffee.

What I need...

- Hold it! Hold it, Ramz. - Not here.

What I need is to get off this boat.

But the monks live on the neighboring island?

What was he doing here after hours?

Missed the ferry?

Yep, also.

Better stop the tourist boats

and get our boats circling the island.

I don't want anyone leaving.

Alright. We'll go this way, and you...

Just like "The Name of the Rose."

Didn't see it.

It's actually a book, then turned into a film.

The old James Bond played a monk who solves murders.

Sort of a medieval Sherlock in a monk's robe.

Didn't see or read it, Ramz.

Time to earn that salary. Talk to me.

Okay, um...

Eh...

So, head smashing on impact.

Amount of blood, severe.

Died sometime last night,

but I'll have to temp the liver for the exact ETD.

So, initial cause of death...

Blunt trauma to the head due to a high fall?

Yes, ma'am.

A couple of tourist boats arriving,

but the area is sealed off.

Good.

Ramz just called me "ma'am." Do I look old?

Several wounds.

He might have hit the rocks on the way down.

Accident? Or did he jump?

What is doing a monk here after hours?

Everything's closed.

And don't say he missed the ferry.

No belongings, no ID, nothing.

A John Doe.

The robe... real or fake?

Maybe he worked at the museum?

We need to ID him.

And talk to the other monks at the monastery.

He walked here and slipped?

It's strange.

Over here.

Blood.

Look.

That's gotta be at least two sets of footprints.

Two people.

He was dragged,

bleeding...

and pushed over the cliff.

Killed.

You are gonna love this.

I found a lethal wound made by something blunt.

He was dead before he hit the ground.

But we'll have to wait for the full autopsy.

Almost forget, we found blood traces near the shoreline.

Ramzy confirms it. Murdered.

But why?

Who would like to kill a monk?

And here of all places?

There's been a lot of hate crimes

against the church lately.

Men of the cloth not keeping their pious hands to themselves.

So, two people kill him

and make it look like an accident.

It seems sloppy, like the spur of the moment.

Not something planned.

I need to see the security guards, go over their routines.

And take the statement from the couple who found him.

And the staff.

Have they seen the monk before?

Okay?

Yes, ma'am.

How did the girls take it?

As you might expect, they've reacted slightly differently.

Margaux, well...

Margaux.

Camille?

Disbelieving. Disillusioned.

Defiant. Determined. And that's just the D's.

She wants to see you.

I already said no.

Is there nothing or no one that can change your mind?

I'm not just your lawyer. Am I?

I was hoping life might begin again for the two of us.

Don't you think I deserve an explanation?

I was tired of the deceit and all the lies.

Oh. Okay.

So, a clear conscience is worth a seven-year sentence...

for us all?

I need you to stop Camille from doing anything stupid.

There's no point.

And how do you propose I do that?

Your daughter is as stubborn,

infuriating, and impossible as another person I know.

I need your help on this.

So, he was one of yours?

I'm sorry.

What was he doing here?

I mean, on this island.

He was a bird watcher. Took pictures.

Nature, all of its beauty.

He said he had found a haven here among us.

He had a troubled past.

Like you, my friend.

I need to contact his relatives.

Well, I'll see if I can find out what happened.

Don't expose yourself, Harry.

Did you see Emilie?

Yeah, yeah, I saw her.

But, um...

I mean, what if I put her in harm's way?

I would never be able to forgive myself.

The longer you wait, the harder it will be.

Tell me, Harry, are you some kind of dead-body magnet?

Whenever there's a dead body, I turn and there you are.

Coincidence, or are you just the worst serial killer ever?

Or, um... maybe it's fate?

Relative of yours?

Secrecy runs in the family?

Do you know what, Lieutenant Delmasse?

I would love to stay here and talk with you all day long.

- But I really have to... - What have you found out?

My dad won't see me,

and this Julien Boire has started making threats.

Threats? Out in the open?

No, subtle. Just making his presence known.

So I need something. Make yourself useful.

So, the monk...

He was one of Placid's lost sheep.

- Placid? - Oh, yeah.

No, sorry. Placid's an old friend of mine.

He's a retired priest over at the Benedictine monastery

- on the other island... - That's no help!

Monastery is on our list.

Okay, then Placid said that he had a troubled past.