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Vanessa Wenger, la redoutée patronne de « Téléaudience », une entreprise qui mesure le succès des émissions de télévision, est abreuvée de lettres de menaces, aussi anonymes qu’inquiétantes.

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Le commissaire Baudrillard est chargé du dossier. Cet élégant amateur de peinture abstraite, qui ne peut vivre sans un livre entre les mains, se demande bien pourquoi il a été choisi pour plonger dans l’univers un peu fallacieux de la télévision. Redif, son assistant, se réjouit ouvertement. La petite lucarne, c’est sa drogue, Navarro et Columbo sont, pour lui, des héros. Baudrillard commence son enquête, tandis que les lettres de menaces s’accumulent et que les cadavres ont une fâcheuse tendance à les imiter…

Avec :
Francis HUSTER
Marianne BASLER
José GARCIA
Jean-Yves BERTELOOT
Aladin REIBEL
Philippe DUCLOS
Manuel LE LIÈVRE

Réalisateur : Laurent HEYNEMANN
Auteur : Bernard PIVOT
© Droits Réservés

So Navarro was
caught red-handed. Virginia, he killed him.
It seems simple to me. And the mules really don’t see
why they should waste any more time questioning this guy.
And why Navarro? Hi Rodif, what’s up today? A Colombo with a father?
Navarro. And a great Navarro. You
would like it, I’m sure. Police officer by day,
why would I be interested in police stories
on television at night? Do doctors go home
to be told stories about doctors, notaries,
stories about notaries, it’s absurd. Wait, look at this. So, Navarro, you know him,
he’s sure of himself, he arrives, he does… I’ve never seen a man kill
the woman he loves with a silencer. Yeah, I don’t need you to tell me. Without pretending to amaze my mules
like my subtle colleague Navarro, you can disturb them to ask them
what’s new this morning? In the mail, not much,
but the boss sends you a woman. She’s in your office.
Someone important on TV? Vanessa Wenger, W-E-N-G-E-R. Who booked because
you don’t like TV. Commissioner Baudrillard. I expected to be received
like in the detective films we see on television today.
Hello Mrs. Good morning.
You are welcome. In a large room full of noise,
of ringing telephones. No, no, I have the weakness of preferring
a classic desk, sit down. So, madam, a summary
of the previous chapters. I manage the company Téléaudience,
of which I am the majority shareholder. You know that the audience of all
programs, of all television channels, is measured every day. I believe minute by minute. These figures are very important
for all television professionals,
for channel directors, of course, but also for advertisers,
publicists, all those who keep television alive by
contributing their money. So, madam, what’s wrong? This. Anonymous letters, death threats. There were three of them.
I threw the first one away. I thought it was a bad joke. Dear Vanessa Wenger,
the barometer of decadence, your beloved odymate, announces
a depression on the peaks of the PAF. The peaks will know how to strike,
you the very first, pretty odymateuse of cancerous morality. The clouds are gathering, the storm is about to
break, the eater of the prim’ time. Prime time.
What is prime time? The first part of the evening, just
after the news and the weather, a professional term. Borrowed from
American television, like… Wait, what was that word
that intrigued me so much? Listen, Commissioner,
if you want to list all the English words used by
French television… Best of. Best of. The prime time hello does
n’t sound very serious, but you’re right to consider
that it couldn’t be a joke. Television, if you believe the newspapers, drives
a lot of people crazy. You present success, madam. This success, especially in times of crisis. Oh ! Sorry, excuse me. A crime on Rue Lyautey, in the 16th arrondissement. The boss asks you to take care of it. We’ll take your statement.
A colleague will take care of it. Rein. Excuse me. Claudette Prince. Summary of previous chapters.
Rater. Very simple. Almost instant death from a
stab wound near the heart. Last night. Claudette Prince, 47 years old.
Antique dealer. She has a stand in the Swiss village. Defraction? No signs of struggle. She must have opened the door to the thief. What’s missing? As you can see,
his bag is on the floor, empty. According to the building’s caretaker,
her entire collection of old watches was gone. The building’s caretaker, is that the
person over there, on the other side? Yes, shall I call him?
Yes. Would you mind going to see
the commissioner over there? Yes. Hello Sir.
Commissioner Baudrillard. Oh sorry. Did Mrs. Prince open
her door easily? Oh no, no, she was very suspicious. She was very afraid of thieves. Let’s say maybe not enough. There is a lack of it. Did she have two remote controls? No, that’s the remote control,
but that’s the… Don’t touch! This is the little black box of Odimat.
The odimat? Yes. Ms. Prince was one of
the viewers who said what they were watching by pressing the little box. We always say that we don’t know
the people who are being surveyed. Well, she was
a polled person from Odimat. She said that when she watched
a show, she represented 20,000 people. There, the number…
Don’t touch, don’t touch. There, the number, there, Louise, it’s me.
How do we proceed? Oh, it’s simple, it’s simple. When the station is lit
and someone is looking, they just have to press…
Yes? Yes, he just has to press
one of the buttons there to indicate what he is looking at. And when we go out,
we also press the button. There, the first one, there, was
Mrs. Prince’s button. She forces herself to watch television
just to say what she liked best. I must not lose my
influence, she said. The second one, there, Nicole,
there, is your best friend. Three, it’s Jacques. Hey, that’s handy, we have the list
of the victim’s families. Name, profession, address of each. And the six, the six there, that’s me. Yes, because 10 meters
is a bit like me too. I watch television in my dressing room,
but what I liked best was when I went to her house and she
said to me: Come on Louise, press your button and show
the audience that you exist too. Did you send the socio-economic profile and the graph of weather attitudes
to Publicis? Yes, with the duplicators
for TF1 and France 2. Mrs. Wenger, there is a cop
waiting for you in your office. It is the water of the mast of the On is
elsewhere for the six artian chains. In blue, TF1, orange,
France 2, green, France 3. And Arte?
Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Yes, the more a channel thinks,
the lower its audience. I am not happy, I see it. I had to leave you this
morning precisely. I apologize for going to Rue Lyaulté,
where this woman was murdered. I discovered a strange black box in his living room
that I initially mistook for a remote control. An audience meter? Here is an audiometer with
its push buttons. The building’s caretaker explained it to me. This unfortunate woman
was part of my panel. Go check. Dominique, ask Jerome
to come to my office. Do you think there is a connection
between this woman’s murder and my threatening letters? No, don’t worry. This antcarp was killed to steal it. Obviously, what is strange
is that this woman who belongs to your panel, how do you say? A panelist. That this panelist was killed last
night, a few hours before your visit to the PJ this morning. A coincidence. It’s obvious. A grim threat of chance. Jérôme Eskenazi, director of the
television department, Commissioner Baudrillard of the judicial police. Jerome, one of our
panelists was murdered. Please check.
It takes a lot of time. On our computers, the people
on the panel are just numbers. So we have to go back to the source to… Yes? Pass it to Gabriel.
No, pass it to me. Please excuse me.
You are welcome. Good morning, President. Yes, you had
a very good day. And it’s a shame that the TV movie had me waiting
for the end, but it’s true that your second parts of the evenings are getting
better and better. Except Fridays, of course. Culture. But at your service. Goodbye, President. The 2,300 audience meters distributed in 2,300
homes represent approximately 5,600 people. Each audience meter is connected by a
telephone line to a computer and this computer gives us its
results every morning. What time? 9:00, 9:05. This is the time when
channel directors hold their breath. Thank you very much, have a nice day, goodbye. I can send the document to your chief of staff.
At your service. Goodbye, dear friend.
Still this obsession with 18-24 year olds. We can’t force them to watch
political programs, though. Okay, Jerome, have Chirac carry out
the socio-professional study of his audience tomorrow and add
the minute-by-minute information. Alright. Gabriel, have you set the agenda
for tomorrow’s scientific council?
Yes. By focusing, as you asked me
, on the analysis of databases. I take. Alright.
Thank you, that’s all for today. Pass it to me. No, it’s not okay. I told you not to call
me at the office anymore. No, I have work. All good things must
come to an end, Etienne. No, no. Well… When I chose the title
of the show La vie est belle, I remember my mother saying to me: Is
n’t that a really beautiful title? Do you think life is that beautiful? What did you answer him? Me too, Mom, life is beautiful.
Finally, do you realize? I’m going to have a
variety show at 8:30 p.m. Before two months, but I promise you,
all the women will envy you for being the mother of Étienne Ruiz. I was on cloud nine. And every time I had my father
on the phone, he asked me: So, Étienne, is life still good? For four years I said: Yes, Dad,
life is great, nice, wonderful, without that, it’s wonderful. I varied the adjectives.
And this morning? This morning I told him: Dad,
life is unfair. You’re waiting for the Parisian, it’s there. The Parisian, madam. The Parisian asked the Parisian. The Parisian asked the Parisian. Parisian asked… Do you know each other? Yes, a little, not enough. Well, enough for us to kiss. Yesterday, in your press review,
you said horrible things about me. No, not on you.
On audience ratings. It was the Goncourt Prize petition. You know, Yvan,
it’s only on the Jamot show that numbers and
letters go well together. Well, I’ll leave you. See you
soon. See you soon. Shall we sit down?
As you wish. Are you indifferent to the fact
that I’m unhappy? No not at all. I preferred to see you
as I was known. Funny.
A little carefree. Yes, but if we break up,
I won’t be able to be anymore. A little carefree, funny. What do you mean, if we break up? Etienne, we are separated.
It’s over. It was very good, but it’s over. What do you need?
An end credits, a speaker? Ah, that’s it. Ironize. Listen, I didn’t I didn’t agree
to leave my office in the middle of work to listen to you rehash your complaints. Why are you humiliating yourself in front of me?
I don’t like it. Life is beautiful, it’s over. The missions are deleted. The channel’s management
notified me this morning. They are wrong because it is their
best variety show. Yes, but your polls… Your polls have been dropping steadily. So, insufficient market share. I’m going through the trapdoor. I’m sorry, Etienne. And after all,
we can say that the channel’s management only imitated you. I don’t understand. Yes. You understood perfectly. When you saw my poll numbers dropping,
you didn’t want me anymore. You fired me,
TV did the same thing with a little delay on you, is that all? What you say is shameful. Get into the habit, Jean-Pierre,
of seeing if we are not being followed. I know, it sounds like a bad American soap opera
, but threatening letters are not cinema. Are you going to take
special security measures for the offices? We already have a magnetic card entry system
, we can’t do better. Or else it would be Fornox.
Is this a western? No, it’s an
impregnable American bank. Finally, reputed to be impregnable. I am the artist’s sister.
Betty. Good morning. My dear sister. Betty, I present to you Vanessa,
nicknamed Where is Odile Mat? Jim, be nice. Odile Mat, because she brilliantly runs
Odilmate, a large French service company. Jim doesn’t do nuance.
Have you noticed? He is very proud of you. Proud and rather critical. Because there, normally,
in your number, what do you say already? There you go. There, I say that you put all your qualities
at the service of the most stupid computer in Paris. The one who counts
the idiots who watch TV. So. I forbade you from going any further because
after that, his act becomes downright insulting. How are you ? Wrong. Very bad. Dealers don’t want my
paintings, publishers reject my poems, and studios won’t listen to my music. But thanks to Odile Mat and the benefit
of our society, I live quite well. A bit cynical there, no? You’ll see, one day
I’ll be more mature than you. I hope so. You know I’m only
asking to help you. Did he tell you?
No, I don’t know. I had very discreetly intervened
with a gallery director to have
some of her works hung. He suspected it. The director admitted to him
that it was indeed thanks to me. He slapped and took everything away. Honor, miss, honor. Do you know my latest idea? I feared the worst. Since intelligent people, or rather
supposedly intelligent people, don’t want my works,
I decided to write for idiots. What fools?
The TV people, of course. I wrote a script. A scenario? This guy, what nerve.
So what? I sent it to a production company,
under a pseudonym, of course, and tomorrow I have a meeting with someone from that company. Welcome to the land
of ratings, dear brother. Tonight, a new evening for you. Another evening for courage,
another evening for the Du Mérite. For the 17th Knights
of Merit program, our team has chosen to take you to the
home of an anonymous man, someone who looks like you. This man, you don’t know his name. Perhaps his neighbors pass him
when he is shopping, walking his dog, or when
he kindly goes into his bookstore in the morning to buy the newspaper. Tonight, Mr. Herrard, and yes,
that is his name, Mr. Herrard, will tell you the extraordinary story he
experienced more than six months ago. This story is already
an adventure for us, but for Mr. Herrard, a true hero of our proximity, everything
seems natural, regular, almost normal. Hello, yes.
I am Julien Jacquemart. Seventh left. You read in your dictionary
the definition of the word merit, that which makes a man worthy of esteem and rewards. And you know how to give credit where credit is due. You can claim the success of this show
with us, because one day,
you too may be a knight of merit. Good evening.
Good evening. I am waiting for you on my account,
I see you are very moved, Mr. Hérard, very I was waiting while looking at you. Excuse me, I didn’t think that… Computers
taught me about potential. When did you record the show?
Youngest. You are doing your business very well.
THANKS. It’s funny that you suggested
we meet up on a night when your show is on. I thought maybe we could
watch it together and then go out. Jean-Julien Jacquemard in two copies
at home, I’m flattered, but it’s a lot.
If you prefer that… Well, I’ll leave this one to the multitude,
I’ll stick with the original. Are you afraid of something? It’s a reflex. Offered by the house.
THANKS. Can I call you J3,
or does that bother you? No, no, no, no, no,
Something that personalizes you. Good marketing, J3,
simple, effective, fun. And that’s nice. Even if, for the old people, it reminds them a bit of
ration cards during the war. Tell me, I looked at your
entry in Who’s Who. Doctor André, Lena, Lindsay’s school. Does my head scare you? She impresses me. I’m going to reformulate the show a little,
what is in-It’s Paris with dad that I have three, it’s you.
That’s good, it’s won. So, knight of the free girl,
it’s happening at the moment. The show was recorded.
And you don’t look at her? And you, why don’t you watch it? I’ve seen them all, but it’s
Mom’s birthday, so. Pascal, please
leave Mr. Jacques Martrand alone. No, no, it’s fine. Will you give me an autograph? I’ll sign the menu for you. THANKS. What are we living? Looking forward to a good audience tomorrow morning? 40, 45 percent
market share will suit you. For example. Hello ? Rodif, have you watched J3? No, there was a Starsky
and Hutch on TV. Hutch, I think Starsky
stole his-But you can tell me about it tomorrow. Call Mrs. Maud,
tell her I want one of her orphans at my house
in three-quarters of an hour. Brunette or blonde?
On tap, as usual. Okay. That’s it. Hello ? Who is it? Please,
just a quick note to thank you for coming to celebrate with us the tremendous success
of the Knights of Merit. 51% market share.
Well done. Well done. A show that Rhinoceros has the honor
of producing and that Jean-Julien Jacquemin, would you mind if I called you J3? THANKS. Which J3 presents with his
extraordinary talent. It’s a tradition here at Rhinoceros
when a show or movie reaches 50% market share,
we celebrate the event as a family. And yes, as a family,
we only have friends here, the channel directors, our stars,
Maison, Matilda, Daniel, our Daniel, obviously. Thank you for being here.
THANKS. Thanks to you, with you,
I have already achieved memorable successes. Hello, I have an appointment with Ms.
Blistein, the creative director. Creative Director, she insists on it. It’s the blonde lady,
the swagger, who does it to him. I beat the big badrouille,
I beat Commissioner Maigret. I even beat, we remember, Daniel,
a famous France-Spain footballer. I am very proud. Last night, thanks to J3,
thanks also to the talent of the director of the Knights of Merit,
our friend Laplace, and thanks to all those who participated
in the show which was magnificent, it must be said, a total success. Besides, the public
was not mistaken. I’ll tell you one thing,
the public is never wrong. Thanks to all of you, last night
I beat Spielberg. Well done ! Well done ! Well done ! Well done ! Say, I haven’t seen Estelle Paris.
No, we didn’t come? No, we’re angry.
Ah good ? Yes, I think that 55 percent
market share has gone to his head a little bit. Okay, she played
Mother Teresa very, very well, but come on, to claim half
the profits on merchandising, no. Wait, tell me about it. They decided to create a
Mother Teresa clothing line. No.
Yes, yes, yes, absolutely. The blouse, Mother Teresa, the scarf,
the third world skirt, the crumpled sandals,
the recycled socks and the must-have, the little panties made from recycled pillory. No, but-Oh, forgive me. No, but yes, the concept is interesting.
The panties? Yes yes.
In cycle pillory, yes. Maybe it’s a bit of a murder.
You’re not serious? Yes, yes. No, but the terrible thing
is that we give 40 percent to Mother Teresa for her hours.
That’s normal. And Estelle, you know that she asks for
50 percent on the beneficiaries. I find that scandalous.
You will refuse. Mrs. Christelle?
Yes ? Jimala. Ah, yes, sorry, it’s true,
we had an appointment. Yes, not all Mother
Teresas are saints. Are you following me to my office?
Was that a joke? But no, no, no,
no, it’s very serious. The damn thing is fine,
but not the panties. Well, you know, we’re going for it, it can,
it can be good, you know, for the little ones-Le pilou. So here I have good news
and bad news. We’ll start with the good one. Eh
? You are very good at dialogue.
Yes, yes. Well, really,
it’s funny, lively, biting. With the bad one?
That’s the story. So there, it’s of no interest. No, it’s true.
For prime time, it’s impossible. I mean, in terms of ratings,
it’s a wreck. In the ratings. What a sham. My compliments
to Miss Vanessa Wenger. This little sentence may not seem like much,
but it’s my best possible exit. And then, I’m good at dialogue.
You said it, didn’t you? The audience. Then Colombo said to the cinema reader:
Very well, sir, I will not disturb you any longer. But Colombo has already opened the door
and you know him as usual. He changes his mind. Colombo goes back on his
plans to ask the question. The boss asks where you are with
the antique dealer’s murder. I’m nowhere,
you know that very well. For three days we have been going around in circles. Unknown footprints,
no clues, not a single lead. Nothing from the harassers? No, nothing. I sent
photos of the most beautiful watches to the Gazette de Drôles so that they could be included
in the theft section, but… Ah, Mrs. Wenger called. She would like to see you. Mrs. Wenger? Pardon ? I’m going.
Yes. Will that change my mind?
Yes. You tell the boss that I will
see him this afternoon. Well then, Colombo says
the cinema reader. He changes his mind, comes back to him, and
says: I don’t want to push you too far, sir, but… There you go. I would like to know why in all your
films you refuse to shoot scenes with a revolver. And there, you see,
he asked him your question. You don’t understand?
No. This letter was not addressed to me
like the previous ones, here at the office, but at my home. And he or she crossed out the avenger from the
internal point and you see, it says: Target Heart. What does that mean? The core target
is the very specific clientele that advertisers want to reach
for a campaign or a message. The tone of the letter is also different. No, now we’re on first-name terms with you. The big night is tomorrow,
you’re going to die soon. For the rest?
Otherwise, nothing has changed. The audience is a rate, the barometer
of decadence, a rate, the thermometer which aggravates
the disease and causes the patient to die. And I’m a painkiller,
a gangrenous person, a cancer patient, in short, whatever. And there too, a prostitute. It’s still more pleasant. The French hesians tapin,
tapiné, yes, margotic terms. Hooker, hooker. I should
insult a dictionary. Listen, Commissioner,
I live with fear in my stomach. There’s a madman in Paris threatening to
kill me, and you’re digressing about words and
dictionaries, showing off your culture. It’s unbearable in the end. Forgive me. Yes, I’ll take it. It’s my turn to apologize. Good morning, Monsignor. I know, the
mass numbers are not good. My Lord, may I
call you back in half an hour? I could then,
having gathered all the figures, comment on them to you at greater length. Thank you for your understanding. I will call you back without fail.
Goodbye, Monsignor. You ca
n’t perform miracles with the Mass. Yes ? Your deputy, Rodif. I’m listening to you. A woman murdered in the 7th arrondissement,
24 rue de Verneuil. I’m coming.
Wait, do you have his name, his profession? Florence Aberkale. A-p-e-r-g-a-s. She’s an architect, she’s…
And you’re her age? No, well no, I’m not his age. Okay, see you soon.
All right. It’s very unlikely,
we’ve never checked if she’s part of your panel. The three keys.
Money, jewelry, everything is gone. But no break-in. Sexual assault seems unlikely. What profession did you tell me? Architect. No, an excellent architect. She and I had just won
the competition for the construction of the new Genoa airport. You are ? Patrick Abergalle. We were partners in an
architectural firm that we started ten years ago when we were married. We divorced,
she kept her good name, Abergalle. We each lived
fully in our beauty. But we remained friends and
continued to work together. Did she have a lot of jewelry? Not much. But very beautiful, very modern. We still say him. I can’t believe that two
people were murdered and that I too am being threatened with death
because of this black box. Mrs. Heinege,
there is no indication at this time that there is a connection between the two
deaths and the audience meter. And the person sending you the
anonymous letters may not be the one who committed both crimes.
But what is your conviction? I’m not saying conviction.
I don’t even have any intuition. I know I shouldn’t say this,
but movies and television have accustomed you to seeing cops who,
even when they’re struggling, have brilliant ideas.
Of intuition. We are neither in the cinema
nor on television. I don’t even have a special light. I’m thinking. I’m just asking questions. Well, ask us the right questions. If I knew the right questions,
that would mean I knew the right track. We are not going to let
the entire panel and our director be murdered. That’s it. If you believe someone has declared
war on your company, then you should warn the press
that all panelists are in danger. No, that would be panic. Everyone will send their audit report,
the polls will be completely rigged. No, that would be a disaster. Perhaps this is what the author is looking for. Yes, one can imagine him threatening
Ms. Wenger and murdering panelists to destroy your company
and prevent audience surveys. Commissioner, if you tell the press
that the two murdered people were part of the panel,
you will be playing into the killer’s hands. What if I hide it? I might jeopardize
the opinion of someone on the panel. Promise me, Commissioner,
that you won’t say anything to the press. It’s the life of my company that’s at stake. The work of 50 people. I can’t promise you anything.
So I forbid you. You can’t forbid me anything.
The Chief Rabbi. What, the chief rabbi? He would like details on the audience
for his Open Bible show. I remind him. The Chief Rabbi intervened
opportunely to restore calm. Summary of previous chapters. The only motive for the crimes,
until proven otherwise, is theft. We don’t know if it’s the same
killer, and perhaps the connection to the ratings is coincidental. Besides, we don’t even know if your
crow has anything to do with the crime. So let’s keep calm. I’m not warning
the press at this time. THANKS. But let’s take the hypothesis
of someone who hurts you? Who could it be? I’ve already told you, Commissioner,
all those who think that television is perverted by Odimac. Sociologists, intellectuals,
professors, educators. All those who make the low
scores on television. Who, for example? There
are many, Commissioner. All the cultured people, Laure Adler,
Bernard Pivot, Bernard Graal, Michel Phil, Guillaume Switch, the director of Arte. All of these people, at one time or another,
have said that they despise the ratings. There are also those who,
like Patrick Sabatier or Étienne Ruiz, lost their show
due to insufficient scores. Now I can’t imagine those people. Then there are
the fanatical viewers. They write to Le Monde or Télérama
to protest against the ratings, they petition. Anyone who is jealous
of the success of others. They can’t stand
what’s popular. That’s a lot of people. Can the other computer
tell what the victims were looking at when they died? If their TV is
on, yes, of course. The odimat can tell us everything they
saw on the day of their death and in the days before.
I don’t ask for that much. What I need is what they
were looking at when they were killed. Tomorrow you will have all
this information. THANKS. Commissioner, I would like to talk to you
about my brother, or rather, my half-brother. Do you know Jean-Julien Jacquemart?
Yes of course. Recently, I
followed you for an entire evening. Commissioner Baudria. I’m glad
you enjoyed my show. Be careful. Why did he
ask you to be careful? I am going through difficult times. But tell me. Kiss me first. I’m thirsty. What do you want? Hello. Do you want to eat something? No. But you, eat if you want. Stunning. It’s beautiful. Yes, it’s superb. Imagine this scene in a movie. When it’s on TV,
in the trailer, they necessarily put your bare breast image. Because eroticism
is good for the ratings. True or not? Or is the ratings good for eroticism? The ratings queen’s breasts
that make the ratings soar. Earlier in my office,
I asked you to kiss me. It’s funny because it’s the first
time in my work that I’ve allowed myself to make a private gesture. But I was so distraught. This killer who… But now it’s okay. Thanks to you, I’m better. I’m no longer afraid
of the killer or the crow. It may be the same one. It’s not only with the Knights of
Merit that I perform miracles, so… I’m going to fight
to find this bad guy. Do you trust this commissioner? What is his name? Baudrillard. He’s not as talented
as Maigret or Navarro, but… He has something in his eye
that reassures me. So, you see Déric,
with the credits, you will have… You see Déric, with his big eyes,
always looking cynical. But hey, why not?
Deric is fine. Well, the lab called. They found the same traces in the female architect as in the female antiquary. And a detail that may be interesting,
the female architect, Mrs. Abergalle.
Abergalle. She was not strangled in her bed,
but in the living room, next to the television set. The body was dragged by the feet
up the living room stairs to the bed. And they found
hair on the carpet. And you’ll have the
full report in an hour. So we are dealing with the same criminal. He changes the staging of his second film
so that we don’t establish a connection with the first and so that we don’t discover that there is
a relationship between the murders and the ratings. Speaking of ratings,
Mrs. Wenger called. So, she won’t have the information
you’re waiting for until after dinner, so she invites you to lunch. If you agree, of course.
Why not ? His car will
pick you up around 12:30. Yes. Here, bring in all the
people we talked about. They are here, there are about twenty of them. Thank you for coming. I am Commissioner Baudria. You are all friends, relatives,
acquaintances, and work colleagues of Mrs. Abergalle. I have gathered you together so that
together we can try to move the investigation forward. In the days before her death, did Mrs.
Abergalle seem worried to you? No.
No. Did n’t she seem
different or weird to you? No, I work with her and a
few days ago, I remember, she told me that she was very
stimulated, very passionate about the plans for a sports complex. She was tireless. And she had problems in her life,
but like everyone else. And there, she was good,
even very good. Did you know she was
part of the Odimat panel? Yes, yes, yes. Did you all know about it? No, well it wasn’t a It’s true. You mean she bragged about it? Was she proud of it?
No not at all. It simply amused him. That is, she
tried to do everything well. So, she had agreed to be
on the panel and so she was keen to be an attentive viewer. It bores her. You see, when
she had too much work, she would go two or three days
without watching TV. I invited her to dinner
the night she was murdered, but she told me he wasn’t free. Was she watching TV? No, she had a date
with a guy from television. What ? Did she tell you? She told me about an
audience technician for checks and inspections. Did anyone else among you
know about this meeting? No. No. Sir, please
follow me to my office. The others will continue to be
questioned by my deputy. Thank you all.
Come on, sir. Okay, enough about your brother.
I’ll forward it. We’ll see. Anyway, he’s a poet,
a prettier, an artist. Artists often have intuitions. The letter you received. Signed, target audience, the usual insults and
threats, routine, in other words. Vanessa, you’re going to die soon. Already, you feel that
the breath of love that death promises you is passing over It is the word again.
Target audience. The individual sending you these letters
may not be the same person who killed the two women. If it were the same,
he would boast of his crimes. Are you sure? What am I sure of? You know, when I was a student at the
police academy, one day, in an assignment, I quoted a sentence
from François Villon, the poet. Nothing is certain to me except the uncertain thing. Your teacher liked it
I’m not sure. So, there is some information. The
antique dealer’s television set stopped at 9:02. Sorry to interrupt. Can we know if
she was the one who turned off the radio? No. The odimate says what time the radio
went off, but we can’t tell if it was the antique dealer or his
murderer who pressed the button. Nor whether the station was turned off
before or after death. No. Damage. The antique dealer was watching a film,
Les Charlos font l’Espagne. As for the female architect,
her TV went off at 9:04 a.m. and she was watching a reality show. There’s not much to be learned from it. There is a remark about the time though. 9:02 p.m., 9:04 p.m. Yes, I noticed that too. Both crimes took place around 9:00 a.m.,
as if there were some sort of parallel with the publication of the scores
every morning around 9:00 a.m. So if it’s intentional, the killer is
a television professional. Wary, subtle, perverse. Sorry, I’ll give myself a call. Is that your name, Mrs. Bain-Glen? Good morning. Hello, how are you? Hello, very good. I didn’t see you. You see, when I want to,
I can be a little discreet. Until you go unnoticed. A moment of exaggeration, we come back,
then after, you see, I fear. Can I sit down?
Of course. SO ? Everything is fine ? If you read your polls,
you know everything is fine. We’re going up. Well, maybe a little less than we
‘d like, but could you give us
a little help? Do you also think I
can work with the computer? But no, I was joking, of course. Who could question
competence, especially when it is combined with beauty? Thank you, that’s kind. Are you participating in the
Sorbonne conference on the image of training? Yes, of course, everyone will be there. Sagné, PPD, Ocrénte,
Chazal, Bilalian, of course. And you ?
Yes of course. So, see you soon. See you
soon. Enjoy your food.
THANKS. Bye.
Bye. Excuse me. Well, to summarize the previous chapters,
the author has found an ingenious stratagem to enter his victims’ homes
without arousing their suspicion. He pretends to be a technician
from your company, so he has the list of people on your panel.
Impossible. How impossible? I myself don’t have this list. Were all these people
recruited by someone? Yes, by a company independent
of mine specializing in the creation of panels: the pop probe. The pop probe?
So, there is a leak at the pop probe. I’m not sure even the
pop probe director has a list of the people on my panel,
or the dozens of other panels he oversees.
Exactly… Exactly to avoid
leaks, suspicions. In this kind of society,
information is very compartmentalized. For example, the person who takes care
of inactive retirees is not the same person who takes care
of inactive high school students. To which socio-professional category did
the two victims belong? It’s easy, housewives
under 50. Housewives under 50? I met the person who is responsible for
recruiting housewives under 50. To the… How?
Poll, pop. Poll, pop? Contraction of survey
and population, poll, pop. Shall I take you back to the PJ? No thanks, I’m going to take
a walk around the neighborhood. Among the people who had reasons
to be personally angry with you was Étienne Ruiz. The anonymous letters
roughly coincide with your breakup. You are well informed, Commissioner. In the absence of intuition,
I have information. No, Etienne would
n’t do such a thing. Well, I hope so.
And Mrs. Jacquemart, Mrs. J3? Definitely. I was surprised to hear you tell J3
that you had watched his show Chevalier du Mérite. Not your cup of tea? I never told him
I watched his show. I told him I had
followed him all evening. It’s not the same thing. Are you following me? Do you suspect me?
No. As I told you, I’m finding out. Now I know you
well, but at the beginning. So, you weren’t surprised
that I took you to this restaurant? No, I knew him,
but from the outside. Goodbye, Commissioner.
Thank you for lunch. Be careful. But you told me you
believed me – Nothing is certain to me except the uncertain. The person who is in charge of the pop probe
for households under 50 is a woman, Elisabeth Chennaz.
I gave you his contact details. But she is in Moscow
for three more days. Pop probe sets up
audience panel company in Russia. It wasn’t so long ago
that the Supreme Soviet served as Russia’s representative body. Take this.
The one I’m making for you isn’t here. Well done.
THANKS. Well done. THANKS. Mr. Him, he touched himself,
but he will be healed. Well done.
THANKS. THANKS. THANKS. THANKS. THANKS.
THANKS. Ladies
and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you someone
, who I don’t need to introduce to you since you are happy to welcome him into
your home and he is a bit like part of your family, Étienne Ruiz. Étienne Ruiz was kind enough to give us three hours of his precious time. Three hours during which you
can buy all our items, from the smallest to the largest,
with a 20 percent discount. And a color photo
of our favorite host. Photo personally signed
to each buyer. Mrs. Etienne Ruiz. Thank you, thank you, thank you. That’s very kind, thank you. Ladies and gentlemen, good morning. Thank you for this
very warm presentation. THANKS. But my time is not that precious,
since you all know, I no longer have a show. Life is beautiful, it’s over. A supposed drop in audience ratings.
Oh, no ratings? So, life is beautiful no longer exists,
but finally, life is beautiful for you anyway.
No ? What are you doing? Thank you, madam. Thank you for your question, in which I
sense regret and a desire to rewatch a show you like because
you like it, right? I believe, unfortunately, that there is not
much that can be done, except perhaps to write to the management of the channel
to say that you are not happy. Or write to the television news
to protest, as you very kindly do, thank you. Demand, because if there is a big
popular movement, I don’t know, we… Surely. Life is beautiful, life
is beautiful, life is beautiful. Thank you.
Oh no, it’s so cute. That’s so kind. It makes me very happy.
THANKS. THANKS.
Thank you. Life is beautiful, life is beautiful,
life is beautiful, life is beautiful. Since I don’t have any, I thought
that Mr. Dufource, yesterday, I thought he might have gotten tired. Dying is just a
bad time to get through. And it’s signed Doctor Vorset. Doctor Vorset,
I’m thinking something. Yes, yes. Forzé. But what?
But who? Doctor Forzé? Look in the fridge,
there’s white wine. Foie gras ? Would that suit you with a lamb’s lettuce salad? Saint-Véron or Pouillie-Fuissée? Choose the best. I have a
slightly tricky question to ask you. Go ahead, I’m in a great mood. I
sometimes wonder if my audience or
market share figures were worse. Do you think you would love me that much? Is that what you call
a delicate question? No, but delicate,
let’s say, risky, not easy. Listen, as I am an honest woman,
I am obliged to admit that yes, it is true, success affects me,
my feelings, but also my skin. But that doesn’t mean that every
successful TV man is sure to seduce me. Why did you never get married? So as not to spend all my
evenings in front of the television. Hello, Commissioner. I present to you Mr. Cyril Maurice. He called me this morning and what he
told me was so interesting that I asked him to come right away. If you would like to repeat.
Well, it’s quite simple. I was saying that last night I
drove a friend home to Neuilly. You take note. And since she’s not used to being right
next door again, I came by for nothing to kiss them. And as soon as I arrived…
What time was it? I don’t know. 9:15 a.m. And as soon as I got to their house,
they were talking to a guy who was asking them questions
about TV, taking notes. He was an audience employee. Because my parents
are part of the panel. And as soon as I arrived,
the guy left. Why did you call this morning? I don’t know, I didn’t feel it. He was weird,
he seemed embarrassed to see me. He practically ran away
as soon as I arrived. And then he had a fake beard. Why are you sure? Because that’s my specialty,
the face, Commissioner. I am in my final year
of cosmetic surgery. He also wore a fake mustache. I’m sure of that. And he had tinted glasses. So I asked my dad: Are you
sure it’s someone from the ratings? He told me he didn’t even
ask him for this paper, so he wasn’t sure. What does your father do?
He is a biologist at the CNRS. And your mother? My mother has a
veterinary clinic in Neuilly. Right now, she’s at the clinic? So you can’t
imagine he’s a killer? No not at all. He never threatened us. He was very courteous. But it’s true that the arrival
of my son bothered him. What time did he arrive? At 9:15, the time he had
told me on the phone. What name did he use?
Wait. Duval. What did he say when he arrived? He told us he was sorry to
bother me, that he was employed by the ratings department to check the installation.
Finally, the audience meter. And also to ask us questions. And you and your husband
didn’t ask us if this man was really an employee of the audience meter. But never, never. Finally, we don’t disturb
people at 9:00 in the evening. He told us that he came to see us
when we were using the television. Finally, when we
used the audience meter. It’s unstoppable.
What kind of questions did they ask? Pardon. Did
you put the cat to sleep? Yes, it’s done.
Start the operation. Ah, check the heart rate.
He’s not very young. THANKS. What a question. But dozens and dozens. He was sitting in an armchair
and each time we answered, he A pocket in a notebook. This is going to look very serious. What question did he ask you? Do we miss
the newsreaders? Is there too much advertising? Have we ever won or bought
pins on TV? Have we ever participated in games? Why didn’t we have cable? What time do
we usually close the station? I told him he could
tell by the audience meter. He replied: That’s true,
you’re right. Any other questions?
Sorry to insist. Who had so many? My husband
might remember better than I do. Yes, do we find that
cultural programs are broadcast too late? Let us give ourselves such astonishment. We animate your favorite. Is the license fee too expensive? Would
our friends also like to have the audience meter? Etc.
Etc. How old would you say he is? Hard to say. With his beard,
his mustache, his glasses. 40, 45 years old. Your son, I give him 30, 35. So, do you see Cyril? He is a better observer than I am. Thank you for your
testimony, doctor. Tell me, without abusing them,
could you find an hour tomorrow to go to the police station with
your husband, your son? The three of you could draw
a composite portrait of your Un petit heure, even if it’s in disguise, I need it.
I’ll fix it. But where do I call you?
To File. One last question.
Yes ? What program were you watching last night?
A movie. The suspended step of the stork.
Theo We came to see each other. We come to see each other.
We come to see each other. We come to see each other.
We come to see each other. We come to see each other.
We come to see each other. We come to see each other.
We come to see each other. We come to see each other.
We come to see each other. We come to see each other.
We come to see each other. On which channel? Art. Is she the veterinarian on
your panel? Likely. Active woman and housewife
under 50 years old. Why didn’t he kill her? Maybe he didn’t know
she was married. He hoped to find her alone,
like the antique dealer or the architect. Is this possible? As it is possible that the
unexpected arrival of the son saved the lives of his parents. What is incredible
is that the antique dealer and the architect were killed just after 9:00 a.m.,
when it was 9:15 a.m., and he continued to ask them
questions about the television. It’s strange. And I thought that this
testimony would be decisive. Who says he won’t be? Tomorrow the lady who recruits your women
returns from Moscow, and then we will have a composite portrait of the fake bearded man.
So, a false portrait. Tell me, if we were dealing
with a fanatical defender of culture on television who kills panelists
who watch popular shows, or rather, who judges it unworthy or sensationalist,
a tortoise, Madame Ludimath. The anti-war guy was watching a movie,
the Charlots were in the depths of Spain, the architect was watching a reality show,
it’s true, it’s not great. While the veterinarian
was watching a film by… Theo Angelopoulos, a Greek filmmaker,
very popular in the cinema industry, and very cultural indeed. But it would be a sincere one.
A sincere one? For you or for me,
but not for a fanatical lunatic who is co-invested in a mission to defend
culture on television. In other words, a Greek filmmaker would have
saved the lives of Mrs. Maurice and her husband. This is a hypothesis. Which I like. Female viewers condemned to death
or saved in the name of culture. You know, we’ve seen
crazier things. Like that madman who killed an old Frantz
Anazier, nothing to get on television. Yesterday there was a report
on Russian painters, or rather, abstract painters. How much did Odima give you? 0.3, 0.4. I’m sorry. I know it’s not
your fault, Dr. Voset. It annoys me that I can’t
find Dr. Voset. Mrs. Einstein, my children, what are they waiting for? They are waiting for a reunifier who must
come to see them and choose one. Are they all actors?
In their parents’ minds, yes. Would they like you, your children? Listen, Commissioner Baudrillard,
judicial police. Are you Mrs. Blistaine?
Yes. I would like you to
tell me about Jim Wenger. He is very curious, it’s serious. I didn’t know he was
Vanessa Wenger’s brother. He introduced himself
as Jim Allard. Besides, he signed
his script with that name. It said that if I had known who he was,
I really wouldn’t have taken his script anyway.
For what ? Too much… It’s too crazy. It’s not a TV story,
but he writes some really good dialogue. Have you filled the manuscript?
No. No, because when I told him
it wasn’t possible, he snatched it out of my hands. What was it about? Well then… But cry, he knows how to cry. Let yourself go, my dear, you know how to cry. Listen, your child is not crying. I want tears, real ones. I don’t want blah
blah blah blah blah. Because in a TV movie,
the more tears there are, especially children’s tears, the more viewership there is.
That’s how it is. What am I doing? Well, you see the little blonde there,
with the red thing, the turban in her hair, thank you. So, as I was telling you,
the hero of Jim Wenger’s film is a kind of dance that is embodied. He arrives on Earth,
he meets women. The good ones, the ones he likes, he
enriches; the bad ones, he kills. So. It’s strange. Well yes, it’s strange. But it’s beautifully written. Is this a morality tale? Well yes, since the good guys are
rewarded and the bad guys punished. Who are the good guys? So, if I remember correctly,
there is a fisherman’s wife who writes poems. While waiting for her return,
there is an actress who looks a lot like Brigitte Bardot who is grooming animals. She is mean. Now you’re going to laugh. Well, I don’t know,
except to really laugh about it, now that I know about his relationship with Vanessa Winger. There’s a woman that the angel kills because
she has the, you know, the little black box of the Odi Mat. Thank you, thank you. You’re
welcome, you’re welcome. Good.
Good. Is this for the meeting, Mr. Piffot? On the third floor. When this competitive spirit,
everywhere present, everywhere obsessive, goes so far as to watch over culture,
we cry daredevil. We say: Enough is enough. Sorry Bernard Pivot,
but I want to shout: Knock down the seven edges, and Knock down the millstones,
and Knock down the Caesars, and Knock down the victories. Out with the charts, out with the hits. The odimate, outside. And the cultural officers, with them. The floor is given to the president
of the unchained citizens, an association of television viewers. Just to reiterate, dear friends,
what you all know: audience ratings are a scandalous thing
imposed by advertisers. And it is because of them,
because of their sacrosanct market share, that the programs have reached this point. Stupidity during prime time
and culture when everyone is asleep. Unleashed citizens demand,
demand the suppression of the ratings. So, with the
support of all of you, I decided to create the ACLCC. The Association Against
Cultural Competitions. The ACLCC statutes have been filed
and all that remains is to proceed with the election of the board. I believe I am speaking for you
in proposing Professor Duneton for the presidency of the CLCC. Please, I am also a
candidate for the presidency of the CLCC. Ah good ? Under these conditions, we will vote. What do you mean, make us vote? This is completely grotesque. I don’t want to get
into a competition to see who will preside over something that is
precisely against competitions. Yes, sir, I grant you, it’s a
bit paradoxical, but that’s democracy. What is democracy?
What democracy? The democracy of audience ratings? Hit parade democracy? You definitely don’t understand anything. Go ahead, ladies and gentlemen,
turn yourselves into a panel, vote and let the majority taste. I do
n’t want it to be my triumph, but vote without me.
This is nonsense. You too,
you make a server fashion. Yes of course.
And how? I have 150.
About 30 years ago. There are 100? But say, it’s dragging on here. Marcel, you can think of us.
Yes, please. If I had to have the salted pork
with lentils, it’s Maigret’s favorite dish. Do you really think that the secret to
Maigret’s flair is salted pork? So two small salted ones
and then two curly ones with bacon. Would you like some wine?
Yes, a carafe of Bordeaux. And a bottle of water.
I wish you a good appetite. THANKS.
So, Jim Wenger. He’s an artist, he’s an anarchist
who must be completely jealous of his sister’s success. He hates success,
but he seeks it for himself. He’s a very disconcerting guy. He is a provocateur.
And you think he’s capable of… Why not? Her son’s veterinarian reportedly
noticed the color of his hair. It’s easily hidden under a wig. Marc, fake hair, fake
mustache, plus a mouteau. It’s possible, I saw it in a cojac. In that case, everyone who was
present at the CLCC meeting… What was the CLCC again, you asked me? The Association Against
Cultural Competitions. The lunatics, the enlightened ones. They may be a bit excessive,
but there is some truth in what they say. The celebration of success,
the glorification of what works, leads to the disappearance of everything that
is different, original, courageous. Well,
obviously, if there is a guy among them who kills to kill the ratings,
I am more in agreement. So you suspect all
the CLCC guys? All members and supporters
between 30 and 50 years old. But the motive for the crime
is still theft. No, I believe less and less. The flights are not done well. Each time,
precious things were forgotten. So, he’s an amateur. Thanks, but amateurs don’t kill. Let’s say, for example,
that he didn’t kill the veterinarian because of the husband’s presence. Or the arrival of the son. In that case, why is he wasting his time
asking questions about television? This guy knows TV very well. He is fascinated by her. Oh my, freezing. But I can’t believe that an
asshole became a murderer because your fucking culture does
n’t last 20 years. You know, Rodif, my fucking culture
is like curly hair. It’s good, but at the beginning
it’s not easy, you have to make an effort. So. There you go, I just did it
twice in a row. Come on, that’s enough, madam. That’s enough.
That’s enough. It’s the police. Calm down. Take this. It’s crap here.
Okay? Finally, Rodif, you must not have a very good opinion of me. I don’t understand. Compared to our colleagues, Navarro,
Commissioner Moulin, Nestor Burma, Julien Escault, Inspector Déric, etc. I’m nothing in your eyes. You wouldn’t give us a little
complex, Commissioner, would you? Don’t realize. I have a hard time living with this kind of…
How can I put it? Of calibration comparison
with fiction. Every day there are four or five
famous cops on television. And in an hour and a half,
they find it. And you are their admirer. And I’m floundering. Days and days,
weeks, months. And sometimes
I don’t even find it, you know that well. And you are my assistant.
Yes, but I don’t mix. Ah good ? I know very well that for you
it is much more difficult. It’s nice of you to acknowledge that. It’s harder and then it’s
easier at the same time because… You’re not bothered by the cameras,
by the extras, by the ratings. Goodbye, Mr. Clos Jean-Philippe. See you soon. Mr. Clos Jean-Philippe,
Commissioner Baudria. No, don’t worry,
it’s just a quick question I wanted to ask you. Do you know people who would be
furious that your film club is showing later and later? Yes of course. As the film club
receded into the evening, I received letters of
protest and indignation. Friendly towards me, I should add. The people wrote
to the channel’s management. And these people could commit
acts of violence? Acts of violence? What acts of violence? I can’t tell you anything. Well, no, I don’t think so. Well, not that far. Well, I hope so. What if I asked the same question to your
colleagues at other film clubs? Patrick Brillon and Guillaume Switch. It’s true that their film is also showing
later and later, but I think they will answer you exactly as I did. Question from your film club regular. What are we going to see soon? Well, A Cocteau, The Blood of a Poet,
Beauty and the Beast, then Clouseau, The Raven, Quai des Orphèvres,
a film that you should know by heart, Commissioner, and then, He is diabolical. THANKS. Sorry for approaching us
like that on the street. Goodbye, sir.
Hello Philippe. Thank you for your cooperation.
Thank you so much. Hello ?
This is René. Yes ? I picked up the
pop probe lady, Mrs. Chenasse, at Roissy. She is waiting for you. But then, I warn you,
there is more suspense. His apartment was burglarized and on his
desk was a list of housewives under 50 with
phone numbers and addresses. And the robot portrait of Fautbarbu? It doesn’t mean anything to him. Well, OK, we’re coming. We must immediately write a
warning to all the women she has recruited and give them a
telephone number where they can contact us in case the so-called
ratings technician might contact them. So, when are you recording your show? The day
after tomorrow. Is it looking good?
Yes. I think we’re going to have two
very strong, very moving sequences. On a show like Chevalier
du Mérite, you must receive a huge amount of mail. We have two assistants who do just
that all day. Read letters,
messages on the Minitel, answer phone calls. And how do the best stories
of courage come about? So, you have people who write
to say: Look, I did this, I did that, come see me
and you will see, you will be amazed. And then you have those who write
to tell of the exploits of others. And usually, they’re the ones who
bring us the best true stories. It makes you laugh. Sir, please. Something must be done. Give this.
Not Vanessa. You were making that noise to me. You can’t do anything. And tell me about your comments.
You’re a coward. No, but listen, I could
n’t move, I was scared. It can happen to anyone, right? Knight of Merit, you’re not
ready to live your life just for your show. Vanessa. The only thing I can promise you
is that I won’t tell anyone. But you and I are over.
Poor J3. You’re the victim of a freeze frame. I called Rade Dumaillet, Vruggéri, no leads.
Pivo too. Pivo was very suspicious. I told him Baudrillard,
like the sociologist you received with an apostrophe. It reassured him a little, but anyway. I’m not going to call all the cultured people
on television, that would be pointless. Rodi, I need a list of all the names
of the people who were insistent at the CLCC meeting. Wait, even women?
Even women. We are going to prepare a raid on all
cultural fundamentalists. Oh my goodness. Hello ? Oh, on the phone, a woman from the panel. Hello, yes, I’m listening. Yes ? Ah good ? What time? Yes ? Tell me, was he bearded? Oh yeah?
He didn’t steal anything from your house, are you sure? All right. And… Yes, the
newsagent was getting him wet again. Okay. Listen, madam, I’ll
wait for you at the PJ, okay? Do you know where it is? Alright.
You ask for Inspector Rodif. Okay, thank you very much, madam. Now that’s incredible. Excuse me, but I didn’t hear anything. Wait, that woman there, she runs
the Maison de la Presse in Rambouillet. The Odi Mat technician, there, the bearded one,
he comes to her house, she was all alone, eh. She finds him very friendly,
he asks her a few questions about television, and he leaves. It’s getting complicated, it’s getting complicated. It’s getting complicated. Great script,
perfect dialogue, but… What?
Unmissable. Ah good ?
For what ? Ca n’t you guess?
Odile Mat? Well no.
What ? Chéri Nocero told me: Impossible because
of the audience figures, too low an audience in prospect. Romane Hylot has made the most public. That’s it, I have to
do some shit. It’s the director of this stupid
ratings company who advises me to do it. Listen, I’ll make you realize
that it’s the ratings that keep you alive. So what? That doesn’t stop me from
thinking the worst of it. No, but that doesn’t allow you to participate
in meetings that speak ill of the ratings. Hold. How do you know that? I just know it. Is your panel no longer enough for you? Do you have a spy network? Madame Tisse, a new canvas? I’m not saying anything at all, it’s ridiculous. Harry’s ratings? Yes, yes, it’s him. Dubois, his name is. Please hurry,
I’ll see you at 4:00. Make us two coffees, please. Would
you like a coffee, madam? No, no, thank you.
So, he stayed? About half an hour, between, say, a
quarter to 9 and a quarter past 9. He first checked
the operation of 10 meters. Do you know what it is?
Yes yes. Well, then he asked me
about television. Lots of questions.
And he was taking notes? Yes, he put crosses in boxes. Finally, he always seemed
very kind to me. What questions?
Oh my, he asked me some. Come on, I remember. Oh yes, on speakreings, on games,
advertising, film subtitles, on cable.
If I would like to have cable. Yes, I would like to have cable. And you, do you have cable,
Commissioner? Did he ask us any more questions? On reruns, on TV
I can’t remember them all. By the way,
do you remember what you chose to watch tonight? The march of the century,
like every Wednesday. The march of the century?
Yes. Well, madam, you can thank
Jean-Marie Cavadelle, he saved our lives.
You are finished. THANKS. So, are you starting to see things more clearly?
No. No, I’m swimming completely. On the one hand, it confirms my intuition
that this guy kills or doesn’t kill based on the programs, and on the other hand,
why doesn’t it manifest? There’s something about
this guy’s motives that I don’t understand. What would Starsky
and Hutch do in this case? They would wait for a stroke of luck. Me too. Only I’m not sure I’ll find it,
they’re sure they’ll find it. They read the script, as did I. And the guy who sends
the letters to Vanessa Wenger? No connection to the killer. I am now convinced of it. The killer remains in the shadows,
while he is a gunman. By changing his signature, he tries to be
guessed while playing hide and seek. Unconsciously or not, he wants
Vanessa Wenger to find out his name. Well, that’s what I guess. Suppose the killer-No, doesn’t kill you. Shit.
What’s wrong with you? You scared me.
I think I found it. Who, what?
You reforsais. As he says in the
last five minutes. Who’s that, Commissioner?
Damn it, of course. Dominique, curator Baudrillard. Mrs Baker is on the line with
the President of the Rugby Union. He says he’s used to reading
scores, but he does n’t understand ours. You pass it on. Yes.
Hello Commissioner. Doctor Vorzé. Vorzé is the doctor’s name. I’m going by Pierre Larket in the thread
of playing the crow. He is the one who sends the anonymous letters. It came back to me because I
spoke to Claude Jean-Philippe yesterday. He mentioned the crow
in the films he will be programming. Raven, I’ve seen him ten times. Well done. Listen, there are three film
club managers on television: Claude Jean-Philippe,
Guillaume Switch and Patrick Brillon. Question: Which of the three might have
reason to play the crow with you? Again, I hope.
Ah, it’s one of the three. Well, probably, if there is any logic to it. Isn’t one of the three
better known to you than the others? I can’t hear you anymore. Guillaume Switch, two years ago. We have… It didn’t last long. Ah, thank you. I’ll call you tomorrow.
I’m coming to see you again. See you tomorrow.
Goodbye, Commissioner. Find me Guillaume Switch’s address
and then call Madame Maud so she’s missing an orphan for this evening. Pleasure is the
natural conclusion of doubt. Big Heads,
Olivier from Carte-saisons. Casanova. If it’s Casanova, she’s putting herself on us. No, nothing.
How are you. It’s good, it’s good. Everyone is smearing themselves. We’re taking off. Go ahead, dive, dive. Otherwise, he’ll leave. You’re like in Kodjac, there. There’s nothing harder
than spinning a motorcycle. What does it do?
What does it do? What’s wrong with you? Commissioner Baudrillard,
judicial police. No, finally let me go.
Vanessa Wenger? Mr. Switch, or rather
Doctor Vorzay, as you wish. Come take a look at the PJ. Come on. Stupid things do
n’t only happen in the movies. To use your term,
why this bullshit? Because of the ratings. My film club was pushed back
later and later. 11:00, 11:30, midnight,
now it’s half past midnight. And I’m sure the network wo
n’t mind me when school starts again. People will tell me: Don’t have
enough market share. But I was pushed back, precisely so that I
would have less and less audience and to justify my removal.
It’s perverse. Vanessa Wenger has nothing to do with it. She personifies the system. As I was depressed, I
wanted to take revenge on her, but I would never have done any harm to her. My letters were like a game to
worry him, to give him a guilty conscience. This little game could cost you
dearly, Mr. Switch. I’m sorry. What can I do? You have to tell me the whole
truth, because do you know Vanessa Wenger?
Alright. Yes, I have been…
Have you been? Very little time. I saw that it was done with
Etienne Ruiz or with G3, it was unbearable for me. So, jealousy,
plus the bad poll. TV drives you crazy.
Love too. So, both… In the movies, isn’t that
when the police officer has obtained the defendant’s confession and asks him
if he wants something to drink? What do you want? A coffee diff. John Ford’s A Woman in the Desert
is the most beautiful film in the world. When John Wayne takes Nathalie Wood, he
hasn’t seen her for 15 years. Eh ?
Yes. Do you agree?
Yes, yes, absolutely. We have the same tastes, then. I saw him yesterday, in a
soft hat and leather boots. Excuse me, but there was a woman
who called on a special phone. She has a date tomorrow
night with a bearded man? Yes.
An audience measurement technician? Yes. You’ll have to remind this lady. We’re holding on. We’re holding on, we’re holding on. I told Guillaume Switch that if he
sent you a letter, Signed with his name, obviously. Letter in which he apologized to you
, I will plead his case with you so that you
withdraw your complaint. I’ve gotten ahead of myself.
No, of course. That’s funny. It’s not in my temperament. And now, twice in quick succession,
I promise, if not forgiveness, at least silence. I’m getting old.
The other time? You are being indiscreet, Commissioner. Why this concern
for Switch? Because I like the old
black and white films from his film club. The police softened by culture, a
nice allegory. Switch was twice inconsolable,
because he was dropped twice. First by Vanessa Wenger and then
by the ratings, true or false? Phone, Commissioner, your deputy.
I’m coming. Under you claim that your
affair only lasted 15 days. It’s true. He was madly in love. I liked him too. He was intelligent,
amusing, often funny. But your phone.
But ? Since you want to know everything,
Commissioner, in bed, it didn’t work. No wonder. Summary of previous chapters. A woman called. She is a
history teacher at Racine High School. The Odimat technician asked
to come to her house tomorrow evening. Of course, she will accept. Forgive me, that’s not done. What are you going to do? I had plenty of time
to imagine my ambush. I need you to put me in touch
with one of your technicians, but a real one this time.
A television specialist. Nothing could be easier. Why did you tell me earlier
that it seemed normal to you that things didn’t work out between Guillaume Switch and me? A producer who makes tiny
audience scores in the arms of the woman who reigns over the ratings,
without being a psychoanalyst, I imagine I know. You are definitely succeeding, Commissioner. Yes ? Mr. Dutert, the audience technician. Tenth floor, left door.
Yes. THANKS. Come in. Thank you for having me. Do n’t you watch TV? No, I was waiting for you. I will do it as quickly as possible. I have many questions for you,
the same ones we ask all our panelists. And which allow us to
know you better, to better understand your program choices. A quarter of an hour, is that okay? Yes yes. What’s wrong? Yes, yes.
Yes, I’m a little cold. Are you happy with your audience meter? I mean, are you happy
to be on the panel? Yes, I like it. Please, Mrs. Harige,
sit down instead. Do you usually
watch TV? Button number one, is that you? And without being very discreet, number 2? My friend. The 3? On the 3rd and 4th, it’s my parents who
come to spend the evening. The 5th? The Nothing that it is for my
high school colleagues, the students. They watch television at your house
just for the pleasure of pressing the rating meter.
Isn’t it? It is not necessary.
But yes. But yes. Good. Let’s see how it all works. What is this? Who is it?
Who is it? How are you ? Anna. Where is Yann? Where is my blood?
Where is my blood? Where is my X.
Vowel. A.
Consonant. R.
Vowel. A. That’s good. Come on, oh my,
a little imminent, my little one. What’s wrong?
What’s wrong? Do your own great thing.
I’ll shut you up. I’m completely distraught there.
For what ? How ?
If it’s fair, unfair. So where you put this
font, you make it. Kids, calm down.
On the street. Who do you want?
Please be kind. Are you sure? Listen, Commissioner,
if a bearded guy had run past us, we would have seen him.
Yes, affirmative. The only person who came by
was a guy who didn’t have a beard and who lived in the building.
How long ago? How much ?
5 minutes, roughly. He was going to change his car’s position. Oh really, that’s so stupid, did
you get it? It’s okay, it’s art that falls into the glass. I have it, but I don’t know how. 8:00 a.m., behavioral analyses. Look, that’s
him over there coming. Commissioner Baudrillard. I’m going to listen to a man
hiding in the building. Oh my God, I left
my door ajar. On which floor? Do
you understand each other? You stay there. The keys, the keys. No, I left my door ajar. It’s okay, I’ll pull my car out. Why can’t they hear me anymore? Do you know what it is about kids
on TV who walk too loudly? Wait for the program. How many times would I have said it? The kids on TV walk too loudly. Is there
no one left? Yes, my wife and my in-laws.
What are they doing? They are watching me on TV.
In Saint-Amand? No, further away, in the other room. Open. Open. Open. Open. Leave alone. On the other hand, don’t stay there. Look at his score. Afterwards, I will do a lot of being. Maybe both of them
to be as tall as you. Did you prefer it? I’m going to call Paris to
get them to take tomorrow night off. Cuckoo? Shh. I am kindly pleased.
I am kindly pleased. I’m coming. Do n’t move. You don’t move. She took off her fake beard. I’m not a fake beard. I will continue to help young Cyril Mori
continue his studies as a cosmetic surgeon.
Can we turn off the television? Come on, move on. But how did he get in?
Come on, go back. And Monastire,
his name is Georges Monastire. He is a printer. Finally, he was a printer
because he went bankrupt. Then Baudreillard
asks me if I searched him. I told him yes, of course,
I searched it, but I found nothing. Are you sure?
He tells me. Did you look carefully? So I said yes, I turned
the pockets inside out and there was a banalon. So Baudreillard, you know him,
always a bit erny who does… It’s hard to believe that this bar,
just one for one leg, is a gift for Miss Agir. Nestor Bermain, Colombo, Magnum? No, Baudrillard. I am very flattered. I was telling the little one about
last night, it was worth it. You were the hero. Don’t mess with me. The boss is asking for you, probably
for the usual congratulations. I’m going. Meanwhile, he goes to
get our man for me. He confessed everything, but there are
things I don’t understand. There, I’ve told you
everything I know. Any questions? So there was no connection between the
anonymous letters and the two murders? None. But those threatening letters
you received. I told you that I know the author,
but for personal reasons I will not reveal his name. No need to look,
you won’t find it. So you live alone? Alone, ruined, bitter, gloomy. Why did you spare the vet
and the newsagent? Because there are women who are
nicer than others. That’s not an answer. It’s mine. So why are you wasting your time
asking them questions about TV? Since I was supposed to be
a ratings technician. Listen, Mr. Malastien
, I’m going to tell you the truth. You printed magazines, books. Because of television,
books and newspapers are selling less well, so you went bankrupt. You want television, especially
when it’s vulgar and boring. You spared the veterinarian
and the newsagent because she was watching culturally relevant programs
, while you killed the two panelists. Watching bullshit?
Absolutely. Really ? Really ? Do you think, Commissioner,
that I exercised a right of life or death based on the television programs?
Yes. But I do miss what
‘s on TV. I don’t care. Do you know the CLCC?
What is this? Well, since you do
n’t want to explain yourself. I told you everything. Everything I stole,
you will find at my house. What more do you want? The intimate part of the truth. Yes, I’m listening. Yes, Commissioner Baudria,
please, for Claude Serrion, from television.
Yes, I’ll pass it to you. Commissioner Baudria
is Claude Serreillon, from television. Hello ? Mr. Serreillon?
Yes, hello Commissioner, it’s me. I’m calling you because I’m
reading the newspapers reading the ratings, but I’m very I’m
quite surprised because I know him well. He is a very generous Frenchman. He is even one of the
biggest donors to the Telethon. I am quite surprised. Are you sure you’re not
confusing it with… No, no, no, I’m not confusing it. It’s the bearded one, the printer, Mr.
Monastier, there’s no problem. He is even someone who
gives 40 million centimes, 400,000 francs each year. He must have told you, right? No, I think he hid it from me. However, during the last Telethon,
he was remarkable. He compared the
imprinting defects in the genetic map that cause
malformations. And then there are printing defects in a
book which are obviously less serious. Can I have a tape
of his appearance on the Telethon? Yes, of course, I’ll
send it to you right away. Here you are. We have
lived through difficult days and without the finesse and then the power
of Commissioner Baudriard, our society would today be
paralyzed, or even threatened in its existence. THANKS. Thank you for everything. I don’t have any figures
that measure our gratitude. For once, I only have words,
but they are sincere. Thank you. A biologist, unfortunately somewhat
forgotten today, Jean Rostand, said that success should
not be taken for merit. SO ? Can I ask you a question,
Commissioner? You are welcome. The motive for the crimes. Money and fame. Georges Monastier,
having gone bankrupt, was stealing. To collect the 400,000 francs that he
hoped to donate to the Telethon as in previous years to
the applause of the public and the congratulations of Gérard Rolls,
Claude Cérian and in front of the whole of France. He thought it was not expensive
to pay for this minute of popularity and recognition, of glory. He was intoxicated by this moment
for which he had not committed any criminal or vulgar action,
as others do to appear on television. But an act of generosity. But what part
of Mathieu Vu’s generosity was in this gift? I don’t know. Will the psychiatrists
decide? It is said in the press that he
lost a child very young. Yes, a son, he was 10 years old. But he didn’t die
of a genetic disease. He was killed in a car accident. However, as a father,
he was always in revolt against all the injustices that befall children. Well, I guess. You have to be a little crazy
to kill people, rob them and give that money
to treat other people. In all the questions the killer
asked, there was always one about the telethon. The architect and the antique dealer were
killed because they did not give. He spared the vet
and the newsagent for what they had given. In his madness, he applied
a certain logic. Which just goes to show that you should
always be generous. I really thought the killer was choosing
his victims based on the programs. I liked this idea so much,
it completely clouded my mind. Murder in defense of a high
cultural idea on television, that was magnificent. You had class. You looked good. They would have been the most
enjoyable and least reprehensible crimes of my entire career. Well, sorry, too bad. Culture continues to lead you
astray, Commissioner. And your brother? I suggested he write
a salaryman based on this story. He will really like your character. What’s going on?
Well, you see, we talk to each other. It doesn’t happen that often. Are you coming, Miss Van der Mer? Yes, what’s happening? You don’t know? The TV is no longer working. There are more images, no channels. Not even the cable. It’s worth being
so close to the Eiffel Tower. So what? Well, we waited in front of the station and when
we saw that the image wouldn’t come back and that it was like that throughout
the neighborhood, we decided to get some fresh air. We all had the same idea. It’s great because we’ve
never heard ourselves talk about it. How far away do you live? At 24, on the third. Is this dog yours? No, I have a cat. Do you live in the future? No, I’m not wise. Do you know all these people? Yes, TV, hello, good evening. The TV, the TV has gone. TV! We don’t care about TV. We don’t care about TV. We don’t care about TV, anyway. Commissioner, I have the most beautiful view
in Paris of the Eiffel Tower’s director. With me, you run a great risk. My favorite shows have
very small audiences. You know me well. Can you give me a second? Hello, it’s me. Please put me in touch with
Rodier. Hello ? Hello
? Yes. Tell me, I had an appointment in an
hour with one of Madame Maude’s orphans. You can take care of it. Yes, I do, yes. But I’ll finish my check first. I’ll ask Vanessa Wagen to
put you on her panel. Good night. Hi.