Where's my mother?
She's not here.
Call your boss.
Now.
Drop the gun. There's nothing you can do.
You should know that.
I'm with Assane.
Sanni, there's no way you can stop these people.
The more you try, the more they'll hurt me.
You need to do as they say.
That's all you can do.
I have a mission for you. Listen carefully to what I'm about to say.
So, did you find them?
Come on, spill. Did they tell you anything?
Come on. I'll explain.
The Red Sea.
Five sapphires in a bracelet belonging to Tara Xang.
Max Moller's wife, real estate magnate.
They're coming from Munich on Saturday for a gala at the Château de Thoiry.
They want us to steal the bracelet that evening.
-That's impossible. -Why?
What makes this bracelet valuable is its clasp, not its stones.
Designed by Robert Robin, Louis XVI's clockmaker.
A genius. My hero.
It's the most complex clasp ever designed.
That's okay
because I have an exact replica of this bracelet
including its clasp.
So I can practice.
-You have that? -Yes, I do.
-Oh, no. -Why not?
-I'm not good enough. -Of course you are.
Yeah… No.
Please, Ben.
Assane, I'm really not sure about this.
Maybe we can slip them a fake.
I can't take the risk.
If I screw up, they'll kill her.
I have no choice.
If I could find another way, I would.
But she's my mother.
Okay.
Okay, I'll give it a try.
Thank you.
You're my hero.
I know.
Sorry I'm late.
-I thought you were busy. -I ended up finding time.
I need to be back at work in five minutes.
Well…
You're going to end up seeing a lot of Raoul these days.
I thought he might confide in you.
Tell you things he doesn't tell me.
I was wondering if perhaps you could share them with me?
I told you already.
-I'm not a snitch. -No, not a snitch exactly.
I'm just asking you to tell me what he tells you.
Well, okay.
That's exactly what a snitch is.
I'm sorry.
I'll see what I can do.
Thank you.
I don't know why, but it's…
Talking to you is nice. It's easy.
It's good for me.
Cool.
But don't get me wrong, I'm not hitting on you at all.
No, it's cool. It's all good.
I'm not trying to be rude,
but I just thought we could be friends.
Yes, friends is great.
Friend zone.
-Right. -Okay.
We'll leave it at that.
DOCTOR NAME
VERNES NO RESULTS
I can't find him.
Are you sure that's how it's spelled?
-Try without the S. -Okay.
Ah, Claire!
Doing okay?
I'm sorry to bother you with this, but
do you know a Dr. Vernes? He identified Diop's body.
I need to give the police the file.
They want the details of anyone who had access to the morgue that night.
And there's no Vernes in the database.
Substitutes come and go around here.
It can take time for the data to enter the system.
Okay. Well, keep looking.
Keep me posted.
Okay, then. I should get going.
Excuse me?
If you find his info, could you send it to me too?
-Yeah, no problem. Will do. -Thanks.
Hello. You've reached the voicemail of Fleur Bélanger…
She's only worn the bracelet in public once.
Don't get me started on the security measures.
Getting into the castle won't be easy either.
Two-meter-high walls, volumetric alarm,
cameras both inside the building and in the garden.
How do you know all this?
You've already been there. Of course.
It's my mom. I do what I have to.
But there is a way.
The Château de Thoiry: 51 rooms, three reception halls,
450 hectares of gardens, and a humongous labyrinth.
But most important, a ton of employees work there.
That's our way in.
-Hello. -Hello.
Oh, hello.
-Mathieu sent you, right? -Who?
I couldn't manage by myself. It's impossible.
What is it you're doing?
-I work for Mathieu. -Mathieu?
Mathieu Leblanc, the landscaper.
Tall, elegant.
Stylish, a bit of a snob.
-Yeah, that does ring a bell. -That's him!
-He sent me to replant the hedges. -Why replant them?
-So you did it already? -Well, no.
Are you guys serious?
This is dense soil.
-Dense soil means poor drainage. -Yes.
Poor drainage means…
Rotting roots, guys.
I told you so.
Weren't you in the WhatsApp group?
When? What?
Okay, I can see you're lost here.
Next, you're going to tell me you weren't on Zoom.
-On what? -Zoom.
-On? -Zoom, guys.
I'm saying this to help you. You need to wake up.
-You do know about the gala, right? -Yeah.
If we're not ready in time for the gala, we'll all be out of a job.
I can't afford that.
I don't know about you, but I'm struggling.
So wake up, guys. Seriously. What should we do?
-How can we help? -Well, come on. Follow me.
Guys, seriously!
Where are we going?
People who work in places like these take their jobs very seriously.
They work hard. And the owners have absolute trust in them.
They take care of their valued possessions, without ever stealing.
And they pamper the clients.
Hello, sir.
-We need to find the right employee. -Welcome.
Someone who will get us as close to the clients as possible.
Please, allow me to take your coat.
Someone who can touch them without arousing suspicions.
Sir.
The coatroom attendant.
Precisely.
Please.
So, on the night of the gala,
we'll stand in for the coatroom attendant.
Right.
The bracelet will be ours.
Not bad.
But it won't be that easy with the real clasp.
All right. Show me.
-Please. -Thank you.
Come on.
That's a fail.
-Yeah. -Yeah.
-I need to practice some more. -Yes, I think so.
You nailed it with the statue. Keller's thrilled.
I'm part of the family now.
Don't get carried away.
Keep your weight on your back leg.
To maintain your distance. I know.
And so no one mangles your pretty face.
Yeah, right.
What about you? Do you always maintain your distance?
-Excuse me? -I'm asking if you maintain your distance.
Am I interrupting?
-Keller's going to love this. -Bruno, it's not what you think.
Wait!
Forget it.
He's just jealous. He'll get over it.
Let's keep going.
Bonjour.
Hold on. Excuse me.
-Hello? -Hello? Yes.
This is Fleur Bélanger from The Objector. You called?
Yes, thanks for calling back.
I wanted to know the reason you're questioning Assane's death.
It's kind of hard to explain on the phone.
Shall we meet?
An interview where you speak your truth would be even better
instead of letting others speak for you.
No. No interview.
I'll think about it and call you back. Okay?
Thank you.
How are you?
-Was that the same journalist again? -Yes.
But I called her
for…
for no reason.
-You called her? -Yes.
All right, then.
What?
Nothing.
It's just that, if you can't move on, it's no wonder Raoul can't either.
Right. Thanks for the advice, but Raoul is my son.
-Yes, of course. -And I'm in charge of raising him.
-Of course. Claire, I… -So we agree. Goodbye.
-Come on. Let's go. -See you, Coach.
Bye, Raoul.
Raoul!
What's the deal with your room?
Should we condemn it or call an exterminator?
You can clean it if you like.
-You have my permission. -How nice.
FAKED DEATH
STOLEN CORPSE
We both know it's bogus.
He's not dead.
-Why do you say that? -We're talking about Dad here.
About Lupin.
EDITH SWANNECK
"Edith Swanneck"?
THE HOLLOW NEEDLE THE TEETH OF THE TIGER
ARSÈNE LUPIN RETURNS
THE EIGHT STROKES OF THE CLOCK
THE DAMSEL WITH GREEN EYES
EDITH SWANNECK
-You wanted to see me? -Yeah.
Did Manon tell you about the entry fee?
It's 5,000 now.
Wait. It was 3,000 before.
Yeah, but that was before.
Assane set the bar. You need to keep up.
Oh, right. Okay.
Assane's good, isn't he?
Everyone loves him.
Especially Manon.
I think they're really into each other.
Would Assane do that?
I'm just telling you what I saw.
Follow me.
Ferdinand, extend your arm, please.
That's much better.
Keep going.
Keep your guard up. It's important.
There you go.
-Move around. Shift-- -Hey!
I heard Assane and my girl are flirting.
Behind my back?
But I know Manon.
She'd never do that. She'd never betray me.
The question is, why are you betraying your friend?
In this gym, loyalty is all that counts!
If you two have a problem, we'll solve it.
The right way.
Tomorrow night, I want to see you in the ring.
The fight will end when you both respect each other.
Go on. Beat it!
That's not even the final version.
I know.
I oiled this one a lot.
You should get it.
Yeah, I'll get it.
Don't you worry.
-See you in five minutes? -Okay.
-Seriously? -What? I'm practicing.
I hate you.
-Hello. -Hello, sir.
I'm a cellular technician.
We're set for this weekend's installation.
What installation?
We're going to replace the cellular relay over there. You see it?
-Yeah, okay. -Right.
We're going to replace it, which will cut off your network.
-Do you have Wi-Fi too? -Yes.
That'll go out too.
You won't have service from 6 p.m. to midnight on Saturday.
It's all explained in this information guide.
I just need your autograph
to show that I came by and informed you.
-Very good. -We apologize for the inconvenience.
It won't bother me. I'll be at work.
-On a Saturday night? That's rough. -Yeah.
Unpaid overtime on a Saturday night… What a pain.
I'm in the same boat. I'll be working too.
-Good luck. -Thank you.
-Goodbye, sir. -Goodbye.
-Hello. -Hello.
-I'd like a library card, please. -Of course.
Thank you.
Okay.
Another Lupin fan?
No.
-Why? -It's been crazy since it came out.
Everyone's coming here for him. Have you read it?
-No. -It's insane.
I can lend it to you if you like.
No, thank you. I'm more interested…
in
Ancient Egypt.
Cheops, Giza, Abu Simbel, all that.
Okay.
Happy reading.
Thank you.
MRS. LUPIN?
THE OBJECTOR
You didn't call me about the article. You didn't like it?
I did. I'm just hoping I won't get caught.
-Someone could easily make the connection. -Don't worry. I owe you one anyway.
Are you free for dinner tonight?
Yeah. Why not?
I'll call you back. Yeah.
Are you insane? "A source close to the investigation"?
-People will make the connection. -I have nothing to do with that.
I'm not an idiot. Do you know what could happen if they find out?
We're still looking for the pearl. This is obstruction of justice.
Do you realize that?
Is this to impress your girlfriend?
Are you jealous?
Jealous? Whatever.
Am I interrupting?
-Uh, no. -No.
EDITH SWANNECK
-Cool. I got it. -Cool.
Yeah, that's the one. Awesome.
EDITH SWANNECK
-I'm so sorry. Really! -That's all right.
I don't know what happened. I don't know.
Well, you are wearing sunglasses inside.
-That's what happened. -Yeah, that must be it.
No hard feelings, right? Anyway, you look really nice.
The hair and everything. I love it.
See you. Have a nice day. Bye.
There you go.
Done.
Can I see it?
Amazing.
-She won't know the difference. -If you can switch it for the real one.
Let's do this.
-I'm pumped. -Okay.
There.
Almost.
But that won't be enough.
It'll do. On with the rest of the plan.
-We've gone over it ten times. -Let's make it eleven. Go on.
Once I have the bracelet, I leave and head toward the labyrinth.
Great. And once you're in there?
-Are you kidding? -No, go on.
-Right, left, right 'til the center. -And to get out?
Left, right, right, right, right, left, right, right, left, right,
left, left, right, left, right.
You'll be waiting at the exit, and we'll escape together.
Thank you.
See? Even he knows I know.
The top CEOs will be there. I want your best.
Of course, madam.
Max Moller will give a speech, so he needs to be in the center of the room.
-Okay. We can do that. -Good.
Also, I assume that…
your staff is impeccable.
They have my complete trust.
Oh no.
Damn it.
UNABLE TO CONNECT TO THE NETWORK PLEASE TRY AGAIN
You won't have service from 6 p.m. to midnight on Saturday.
It's all explained in this information guide.
-Good evening. -Hello.
If I may.
Madam, your coat.
Have a nice evening.
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being here.
I would like to thank our hosts for this unique opportunity
for us to meet, exchange ideas, and solidify…
Don't worry.
We'll get the bracelet when they leave.
Okay.
May I ask who you are?
Uh… I'm a coatroom attendant, madam.
I can see that, but that's not what I'm asking.
Where's Gérard?
-What did he-- -Unfortunately, madam, he won't be back.
No.
He asked us to fill in for him.
Cornélius. Nice to meet you.
Don't worry. Alain and I have worked in the finest coatrooms in Paris.
Gérard asked me to personally give you his resignation letter.
-The poor man was at the end of his rope. -Yes, exhausted.
-Exploited, even. -Exploited. Isn't that a bit harsh?
Those are his words, madam, not mine. I wouldn't dare.
I just need your autograph
to show that I came by and informed you.
RESIGNATION LETTER
By the way, madam, I wanted to point out
that the hangers are made of plastic,
not wood.
I also detect a faint smell of mold, no?
Yeah. Oh, yes. Very noticeable.
I wouldn't want to have to report these shortcomings to our union.
I hate doing it,
but unfortunately, nowadays,
I find myself doing it often, because people are negligent.
Of course.
Please accept my apologies.
I'll take care of it.
And, um, thank you for filling in for Gérard on such short notice.
You're welcome. It's our pleasure.
-We're passionate about our work. -Of course.
Please take care of it.
Have a nice evening.
I don't care what you said.
I don't want to fight my friend.
Assane, Bruno. Get in the ring.
Please.
Have a safe trip back.
Excuse me.
I'm so clumsy. Please forgive me. There.
Stop him!
What the hell is this?
1 WEEK EARLIER
Sanni, there's no way you can stop these people.
The more you try, the more they'll hurt me.
You need to do as they say.
That's all you can do.
I have a mission for you. Listen carefully to what I'm about to say.
You need to steal Tara Xang's bracelet.
But this time, they want the police to catch the thief.
If you want me to get arrested,
why not rat me out?
You won't be the thief, Sanni.
This just came for you.
A tip about a burglary happening tomorrow night.
-Is it Diop? -No.
Benjamin Férel.
Betraying someone
is one thing.
But betraying a friend,
someone who has always been there for you,
is different.
Almost.
But that won't be enough.
This time,
it's not just about stealing a bracelet.
It's about testing your limits.
Come on! Hurry up!
It's about knowing what truly matters to you.
-Go! Search everywhere! -There he is!
Fight!
Come on!
Come on, fight!
Come on!
Come on, fight!
Come on.
Come on, Assane.
Hit him, Assane! Come on!
Left, right. Come on.
Okay.
Center.
Okay. Come on.
Come on.
Okay, that's good.
Okay. Come on.
Left.
Right, left, right, left.
Come on.
Left, right, left, left, right, left, right.
You'll be waiting at the exit, and we'll escape together.
Thank you.
The pearl and the painting
are secondary.
My true objective…
My true objective--
…is to hurt you.
Deeply.
Left, right. Okay.
Right!
Come on.
Maybe we can find another way. Slip them a fake.
I can't take the risk. If I screw up, they'll kill her.
I have no choice.
If I could find another way, I would.
Hands on your head!
I said hands on your head!
On your knees!
Not as good as your friend, it seems.
Come on, move.
Come on, defend yourself! Hit him!
Come on, Assane, hit him!
Come on! Put 'em up!
The winner.
Assane!
RAOUL'S COACH ALEX
Hello?
Hello.
Oh my, you don't sound good.
Not really, no.
What's going on?
The truth is that…
Is that?
Is that I lied to you, Claire.
-We're opening up to each other now? -No.
No. I just wanted to tell you that I lied to you.
What did you lie to me about?
The other day, I pretended to know what was best for Raoul,
when in reality, I have no idea what it means to be a father.
Being a mother means a lot of worrying.
Frustration.
And it's often lonely too.
Then I guess I have a rough idea.
Feeling any better?
After hearing your voice, yes.
Thank you.
I'll let you go.
It's fine. I was just reading.
What are you reading?
I'm almost too embarrassed to tell you.
Tell me.
A Lupin novel.
Will I see you tomorrow? After practice?
I'd be delighted.
See you tomorrow.
-Hello? -Claire? It's Catherine.
Yes?
I just wanted to say I searched everywhere,
and a Dr. Vernes was never at the hospital.
Not on the night of December 3 or ever.
Okay. Thank you.
You're welcome.
With Lupin, I told you,
there's no such thing as death.
Subtitle translation by: Emily Moorlach