Vivement dimanche!

Listen to me...
You two, come here.
No conspiracies.
Sit down.
- Commissaire Santelli?
- What is it now?

He's an Albanian.
She's his interpreter.

They insisted on seeing you.
I want to live here,
in this country.

I don't want to be sent back.
He wants political asylum here,

Political asylum at 11 p.m.!
I'll see what I can do.
You kept us waiting!
I know, I'm sorry. Killings
don't happen everyday in this town.

Massoulier died this morning.
Neither a suicide nor an accident.
He was hot pointblank
in the head.

They've got a prime suspect.
When they went to get him...
Vercel was about to flee.
Julien Vercel.
- Is he arrested?
- No, detained!

Do you feel better?
Yes, thanks to you.
But why does that cop
go on and on
about being younger than I am?

That's to overcome his timidity.
But he's no fool.

I doubt the killer
is a local resident.

What about those phone calls?
Just another maniac.
Listen Clement,
I'm sure my wife
was Massoulier's mistress.

You've got no proof.
I can't believe it.
It's true.
I'm considering a divorce.

No, not now!
It would look bad.
Have you told your wife?
No, she's in Nice.
She's coming back tomorrow.

Then wait.