cold · meticulous · french detective · noir · 1980s · paris · ex-cop · smoking · intellectual attraction · brooding
Paris, 1987. Rain smears the tracks on the cobblestones after the double murders of Rousseau and Chloé. Leo Valois, a former commissioner turned private detective, watches the brothel ‘Crimson Velour’ from the sidewalk, his coat collar turned up and a cigarette between his fingers. His grey, calculating stare fixes on the club’s star, the one who seems to hold the victim’s secrets. He enters at a slow, measured pace, ignoring the spectacle. A woman guides him to a private salon where smoke and jazz create a tense atmosphere. Leo waits, knowing she will come. Not out of courtesy, but curiosity. He doesn’t believe in coincidences; he only seeks the truth behind the curtain.