Someone ratted you out, Férel.
Who? Your accomplice?
-For the tenth time, I have no-- -…accomplice.
I know.
I've heard that before.
What about the Black guy in the coatroom we no longer have any images of?
Never seen him before.
Do you think he's coming to save you?
Diop is selfish. He only thinks of himself.
Look what he did to his family. Imagine with you.
Férel.
Listen. We've got a team searching your place right now.
We're bound to find something.
We received a tip you were going to steal the bracelet.
Diop betrayed you.
I'm your only way out of here.
Tell us he's alive and where he's hiding.
-And you're free. -Promise?
Yes, I promise.
Okay.
I'll tell you where he is.
I'm listening.
Feuillant Avenue.
-Feuillant Avenue. -Block 51.
Block 51.
Père Lachaise Cemetery.
For the interrogation, I suggest you bring a shovel.
Ferdinand, come here!
Stay put. I'll be back.
-Yes? -We need to speed this up.
Let's sell the painting. We need a fence too.
Someone who can spread the word on the market.
How much is this painting worth?
-I'd say about 20 million. -Then let's ask 50 million for it.
Once we're done with the painting, we kill Mariama.
Then we'll take off.
Diop will finally pay for what he did to me.
Sanni?
Is that you, Sanni?
Listen, I don't have much time.
They say they're going to sell the painting, then kill me.
Hurry, Assane!
Captain, we haven't found anything. Have you?
No, nothing.
-Did he say anything? -Nothing.
I don't understand why he's still protecting Diop.
Guédira, enough with Diop.
Férel stole the bracelet.
He may even have the pearl.
No. Férel's not the brains, he's an accomplice.
If he's smart,
the brains are long gone by now.
Guédira, I'm talking to you.
Hello, Ganimard.
Hello?
I have a problem.
A new enemy.
You have to help me stop him.
I need you.
The Red Silk Scarf, the only time Lupin and Ganimard worked together.
-To work together, you have to trust me. -No chance.
Congratulations.
Nice job. I want to know everything.
How did you get out of the coffin?
How did you even get in it? I didn't see anything at the morgue.
A magician never reveals his secrets.
Really?
Did the coffin have a false panel?
Well done.
That was an easy one.
So, are you going to help me catch him?
I don't care about your problems.
I care about you.
Now that I've got you,
I'm going to keep you close by.
Whether you keep me close is up to me.
You have to help me first.
Then I'll turn myself in.
The problem is, in The Red Silk Scarf, Lupin ends up tricking Ganimard.
-I know that's what you'll do. -No.
Listen to my plan first.
Guédira, it's me. We got cut off. Open up.
No. Actually, you can't come in.
What do you mean? Open the door.
I'm not alone. I'm with, um… my girlfriend.
Excuse me?
-You're with her at the office? -Yeah.
-What are you doing? -Nothing. Come back later.
All right. Well, have fun.
-Call me when you want to work. -Okay.
Bye, Sophie.
Bye, ciao.
-Call me. -Yeah.
-What are you doing? -Giving them back.
You think this is a game?
-Cool. -No, not cool.
If you arrest them,
you'll get a Manet painting,
the pearl, and Tara Xang's bracelet.
I'm not interested.
Think about it.
They have my mother.
They're threatening to kill her.
-Do you have any idea who this guy is? -I don't know.
Well, then. Okay.
But I want guarantees.
I'll sign a full confession. No problem.
Save the erasable ink. Here's my phone.
-Ready? -Go ahead.
Today is December 28, 2021.
My name is Assane Diop, and I faked my death,
as Detective Guédira
brilliantly figured out.
I want to apologize to the people I've hurt.
The people I love.
My friends.
My family.
I'm now ready to turn myself in to the police and accept
the consequences of my actions.
How's that?
Great.
I'm still going to check. I know you.
It's good.
Now, tell me about your plan.
Yeah, that's hardly better.
-What's wrong? -That's Assane.
-See you tomorrow. -See you.
What happened?
-Who did this to you? -It's nothing.
I knocked my opponent out.
You fought at Keller's?
I didn't fight, I won.
Ah, you won.
Now I need a place to stay though.
-Just a night or two. -What about Bruno's and Anna's?
Bruno was my opponent.
But… I only have one bed.
So, um…
we'll have to sleep together.
Okay.
Is that all right?
Works for me.
-It works for you? -Yeah.
-Are you serious? -What?
You really thought we'd sleep in the same bed?
-You just said you had one bed. -Whatever.
Sorry.
So?
I'll help you, but you have to let me.
ASSANE DIOP, THE FINAL ACT
-What are you doing? -Nothing.
-You're having doubts too. -No, not at all.
Mom, I know you. You always make the same face when you're lying.
Me? I never lie.
That's the face right there.
All right, I have a tiny doubt.
I knew it.
I said tiny.
A few things just don't add up.
A lot of things don't.
-I'm sure we'll find him. -Yes, honey.
For now, you've done enough. It's my turn to help.
First of all, Arnold de Garmeaux.
Who is this journalist? How did he get the info?
-Someone must have told him. -I thought that too.
-Hello. -Hello.
This is my colleague Victor.
Has anyone ever said you look like that thief?
Yes, all the time.
As a cop, it's embarrassing.
So, how's your love life?
It's pretty calm at the moment.
-So, you have a girlfriend. -A girlfriend?
Why do you say that? No, I don't have a girlfriend.
And your colleague?
-My colleague? -Yeah.
Who? Sofia?
What about her? What?
I'll stop you there. Sofia is a friend.
-For real. -You like her.
I mean…
Everyone likes her.
Right?
She's beautiful, smart, educated, considerate…
I mean, it's true.
But I can't mix work and personal life.
With a colleague, it's impossible. I mean it's… complicated.
Not easy.
You like her.
I like her.
-Claire, can I help you? -No.
I have an appointment with Arnold de Garmeaux.
THE OBJECTOR
-Here. -Thank you.
The day after Assane died, you published a photo of his body.
Yes, indeed.
It's always a difficult thing to do, publishing images like those.
I'd like to know how you got the information so fast.
I'm sorry, but the person contacted me via email.
-I don't know his name. -But you met him?
Yes.
At the morgue.
Does someone here know how to draw?
His eyes were not very dark. They were light in color.
But that's the general shape of his face.
Thank you.
What? Hey! Where are you going?
Wait, I have a few questions.
Have a good day.
Excuse me.
CLAIRE MODIFYING VOICE
-Hello? -Yes, Claire?
I'm going to jail.
Excuse me?
I have to visit a friend of Assane's who's been arrested.
But I don't have the courage.
Would you want to go with me?
Here's the chorba.
I know it's a bit weird,
but I feel like you're the only one I can ask something like this.
-Please. -No.
I can't do that.
I'm sorry.
It's not my place.
I understand.
I'll call you later?
Yes.
-Bye. -Bye.
What's going on?
Nothing.
Hey, don't worry.
We'll get them and save your mother.
Then you'll send me to jail.
That's the deal.
To sell a stolen painting, they need a middleman.
A gallery owner familiar with the black market.
Exactly.
I know a guy.
He looks professional but is one of the biggest crooks in Paris.
-Are you talking about Frédéric Lassaire? -Exactly. You know him?
Everyone knows him.
-But he's in jail. -Not for the past year.
He got out on probation and opened a gallery.
Right there.
You think they'll contact him about the Manet painting?
Stolen paintings are his specialty. So let's find out.
-Hello? -Hello. Youssef?
Hello, Fleur. How are you?
Fine. Any news on the Diop investigation?
No. Why?
His wife stopped by the office to talk to a colleague of mine.
Listen, this is my case. Okay?
Any information, you give it to me.
That was the deal.
Yeah, don't worry. I'll call you back. I'm busy now.
I'm working on a lead, and it's big.
What's the plan? Are we going as buyers?
-No, we don't look like buyers. -What do we look like?
We look like cops.
Whatever.
What's this?
POLICE COMMISSIONER
Hold on. Wait, Assane
Let's get things straight, okay?
Impersonating a government official is very dangerous.
It's a prison sentence.
We stop now.
We're only half impersonating. You're a real cop, right?
Hello.
Police.
Gentlemen, please.
Mr. Cittanova has been honoring me with his trust for years.
I manage his collection.
-Please, it's a precious piece. -I'm putting it back.
I don't understand. Sorry.
I was about to put it back.
I'm sorry. Hold on.
I'll stick it back together. Do you have glue?
I'm quite meticulous. No one will notice.
I know it costs… Twenty… Twenty-five…
Twenty-five thousand euros is a bit much for a replica.
What? It's an original piece from the fifth century B.C.
No, I don't think so.
Look at these micropits here.
Can you see them?
-Can you see them? -Yes, but it's…
They're typical of industrial ovens. There weren't many of those back then.
-That's impossible. -Are you saying I'm a liar?
-I didn't say-- -Can you see them or not?
-He's saying I'm a liar. -No.
You see them, right?
-Look. -No.
Listen, are there many fakes here?
-Not at all. There's nothing fake… -Yeah.
Can we have a word?
In private.
Thank you.
-Mr. Lassaire, you're a crook. -How dare you?
-We have proof of recidivism. -I won't allow this.
You have a choice. We can arrest you now…
-And it'll be worse. -Much worse.
-Judges hate repeat offenders. -They do.
Or you can cooperate.
How so?
Have a seat.
Make yourself at home.
Do you recognize this painting?
Chez Tortoni by Manet.
It was stolen in Boston about 30 years ago.
No one has seen it since.
You know this painting is in Paris.
-It is? -Yes.
-It'll be bought very soon. -I swear I didn't know.
To sell such a piece, the seller must have come to you.
That used to be true.
-But as of now, I assure you-- -Okay. All right.
How many years for repeat offenders?
Five years minimum.
That's right. Wait, are you sure it's not more?
That's true. It depends. It can quickly turn into more.
If the person won't collaborate or thinks he's above the law,
it can be more.
Seven, eight, nine, ten years. Twelve, fourteen…
-There you go. -All right.
All right.
If I talk, will you protect me?
Because I'm truly afraid of these guys.
We're listening, Lassaire.
Perhaps…
perhaps I was asked to hold a sale.
There you go.
We'll find you a buyer.
We'll get back to you.
See you soon, Lassaire.
That was tough.
You nailed it. We've got him on our side.
Hold on. Put this on.
Why would I wear this?
I'm taking you somewhere you've always dreamed of going.
I need your phone, please.
What? The hood, my phone… Should I give you my badge too?
No, that I already have.
Here you go.
Listen.
Where I'm taking you requires every precaution.
You'll see why, Ganimard. Just trust me.
Come on.
Can you feel it?
The testosterone?
No, the energy.
-I'll introduce you to Jean-Luc. -All I see is kids fighting each other.
These kids have nowhere else to go.
This is their home.
Do you hear yourself?
-You think your father would like this? -His father's gone.
-Who are you? -Claire.
She's a friend.
So, you're in charge of the dogfights but with lost kids?
-Claire! -Isn't it true?
Let her talk. It's fine.
That's her opinion.
The issue is she thinks you're a child.
Are you a child, Assane?
We're a family here. It's not a prison.
If Assane wants to go, he can go.
It's his choice.
Got it?
Do what you want, but don't come looking for me.
Real friends will never turn their backs on you.
Think about that.
What happened?
You know.
I slipped.
You need to ice it to reduce the swelling.
Did they at least give you painkillers?
Don't worry.
The room service is impeccable.
At least you're still making jokes.
Ben, I need to tell you something.
He contacted me.
Who?
Assane.
What are you talking about?
He's dead.
You don't have to lie anymore.
I don't blame you either.
He came and told me everything.
The email you sent to the journalist from The Objector.
How you met him at the morgue. The fake funeral. I know everything.
I was against it.
I swear.
I'm sorry.
Did he tell you what his plan is now?
The rest of the plan?
I don't know.
I have no idea.
Where is he?
You didn't know.
No.
But now I do. Thank you, Ben.
Thank you.
Stay put.
Welcome to my hollow needle.
-For real? -Yes, this is my home.
It's amazing. Did you do all this?
-I recognize this beanie. -Yeah.
This hat got me kicked off the case.
Come. You haven't seen it all.
So cool.
All right.
Wow.
Impressive.
You'd make a good cop.
I'm a better thief.
Assane, you know we can do this by the book.
We investigate these guys, find out who did it, and save your mother.
I told you. I don't work with cops.
I work with Justin Avisto.
The biggest art collector. Especially stolen art.
-Never heard of him. -You will soon.
The guys who kidnapped my mother are expecting me tomorrow.
So I can't be Lupin.
Makes sense.
You will be Justin Avisto.
-Are you serious? -Yes.
You know what? Thanks for the tour. It was great.
But I'm a cop. Okay? I'm not wearing a disguise.
I'll give you a choice. Okay?
You get the painting, Tara Xang's bracelet, and the Black Pearl.
And you help me save my mother.
Or… here.
Call Belkacem. Tell her to come arrest me right now.
You said you were a cop, Ganimard.
Do the right thing.
Okay… let's save your mother, and then you turn yourself in.
That was the deal.
I'm doing this for your mother.
She thanks you.
What's next?
We create Justin Avisto. Follow me.
Oh, yeah.
That works.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Avisto.
I like it a lot.
We need 20 million euros. How are we going to get it?
Money is never a problem, Mr. Avisto.
Hello, Lassaire?
We've found a buyer.
He'll be at Hotel Derwatt tomorrow night at 10 p.m.
Justin Avisto.
You'll meet there tomorrow.
See you tomorrow.
Ganimard.
It's on.
So now, we can't screw up.
Don't worry. Everything will be fine.
That was Justin Avisto.
-I recognized him. -You like it?
Yeah, it's not bad.
I just changed my voice a bit.
The cemetery is closing.
Please head toward the exit.
The cemetery is closing, sir.
-The exit is this way. -Okay.
Thank you.
Ganimard, is Avisto ready?
Yeah.
Not too nervous?
No, I'm okay.
Relax.
Remember, Avisto has no problems in life.
He's rich.
He's buying a Manet painting.
Easy to say.
I'm here.
Now with Avisto's voice.
I'm here.
Good luck.
This is Justin Avisto.
You may know him by reputation.
No.
I don't know him.
Out of curiosity,
what is your reputation?
My reputation?
Meaning?
I'm too humble to answer such a question, madam.
However, I will leave it to Mr. Lassaire to do so.
I'm too humble to answer such a question, madam.
However, I will leave it to Mr. Lassaire to do so.
Well…
Mr. Avisto is a great art collector.
We work together regularly.
I've bought a lot of paintings.
I have no problems,
you know.
I'm a rich man.
I'm about to buy a Manet painting.
Well, then, nice to meet you.
You as well.
Please.
Let's get started if you don't mind.
Mr. Avisto is offering 17 million euros for the painting.
I hope you're joking.
It's worth 50 million.
On the conventional market, yes.
But the black market is different.
You work for him, don't you?
I thought we could trust you, Lassaire.
Well, listen.
Let's not waste my time.
If you're no longer interested, let's cancel the sale.
I'll accept 25 million.
Unfortunately, I can't go above 20.
Deal.
There we go.
You can check.
It's all there.
Shall we toast?
Move!
Find Justin Avisto!
You two over there. The others with me!
Team B, check the whole floor!
Come on!
Thank you.
Ganimard, thanks for your help.
But the rest of the plan doesn't involve you.
Good job tonight.
The painting, the bracelet…
You can even keep the suit.
You deserve it.
You handled it like a pro.
A very nice purchase.
-Police! Don't move! -Hands up!
-Which one of you is Justin Avisto? -He is.
It's me, Sofia. It's me.
It's me, Youssef. Let me explain.
-Listen to me. Let me explain. -What the hell?
I was trying to get the Manet and Tara Xang's bracelet back.
Come with me. We need to talk.
Guédira!
Okay, I have the money.
We had a problem. A big problem.
I'm on my way.
Okay, let me get this straight.
I find you wearing a disguise, with two notorious criminals,
a Manet painting, and a stolen bracelet.
Seriously, what am I supposed to think?
That I told you the truth.
I had a plan to recover the Manet. I went for it.
I was trying to get it all, including the pearl.
What are you doing here?
I got a tip.
Hello?
Belkacem?
Yes. Who is this?
I have information for you.
A big art collector, a Mr. Justin Avisto…
-Who? -…is going to buy a stolen Manet painting.
At Hotel Derwatt tonight at 10 p.m.
-Why would I believe you? -Do what you want.
Hotel Derwatt.
Tonight at 10 p.m.
If I were you,
I'd bring backup.
Good evening, Sofia.
Hold on.
-Don't tell me-- -Wait. What are you doing?
-We're not done here. -Okay, listen. You don't believe me?
Watch the last video on my phone. You'll see.
Go ahead.
-The last video on your phone… -The last one.
I like her… What do you mean, I like her?
Okay, yes, I like her. She's beautiful.
What?
Everyone likes Sofia. I don't know.
She's beautiful, smart, educated…
-Hello. -Hello.
This is my colleague Victor.
-You have a girlfriend? -No.
-I don't. -And your colleague?
She's beautiful, smart, educated, considerate…
Excuse me.
Yes, Claire?
-What's going on? -Nothing.
Hey, don't worry.
-It's flattering. -That's not what I wanted to show you.
Seriously.
What do we do now?
You and me?
No, not you and me. What should we tell our boss?
We tell him we got the stolen Manet back.
Basically the truth.
The truth.
You're a pain in the ass.
Hey, Keller!
This is Assane.
I said shoot!
Come on.
Come on. Harder!
Bruno told me about your mother.
Prove yourself. Do something with that rage.
The pearl and the painting are secondary.
And so no one mangles your pretty face.
But I know Manon.
She'd never betray me.
My true objective…
Is to hurt you.
Deeply.
Subtitle translation by: Emily Moorlach