Maj. Lenormand,
Multidiscipline Trainer in the Training Management Center
of the Recruitment & Training Directorate.
Rest easy.
So I understand that she had a few little slip-ups in the past,
your reinstatement depends on this training course.
You're saying to yourself:
"Oh no! Criminal Procedure,
it's not for me, I'll never get there."
Don't panic, Mrs. Alvaro, I'm here! Now then-
I'll start where it all begins,
at Police Emergency Services,
where you can contribute to safety
by reporting violations.
Wow!
How are you, guys?
In top form?
They're working.
Be careful, here the slightest mistake
can have serious consequences.
So be discreet...
MORGANE: Emergency Services, yoo-hoo?
What are you_ MORGANE: Emergency doing, Mrs. Al-Services, yoo-hoo?
It's not okay. Hello? Yes?
Give me that. Wait.
Yes? You?
Very good. Listen:
I'm making it my business
to send you the Army right away.
No-Gotta go, best regards.
"Send the army"? It makes no sense.
Give me that...
Give me Relax, you're that... so serious.
It's nothing, young people are down with rap.
What?!
Ah! No, wait, No!
♪ Hel-lo, Police Emergency, I'm listening! ♪
It's funny. Eh? Yes I'm listening.
Sorry?
No, wait. Who shot whom?
-She's dead. -Where are you?
We shot her. -Hello?
Where are you? -They're going to kill me.
Well shit, she hung up. Looks serious to me.
The number is in the name of Nicole Guerroni.
Rue Pompidou in Madeleine.
It's 5 minutes away, come on!
No no, please, please.
Let's do things right, agreed?
This is totally not standard procedure.
The operators do not go into the field.
Yes, we're in intervention training, there.
I take care of the planning!
You're incredible. -OK, it's quiet.
We shoot our way in. -Eh?
Shoot, I tell you. -Not at the door?
There's a girl who got killed behind it, so shoot!
Forget the manual!
Hello?
Oh, hello.
-Nicole Guerroni? -Yes?
Maj. Lenormand. We came because of the call.
What call?
I don't understand.
I always put it here.
We had a report of a homicide from your mobile.
Did you loan it to anyone? -No.
Oh...
My cat.
Oh yes...
Oh, how big you are!
Good. Obviously, your mobile was stolen,
to prank us. It happens. -Oh?
Yes! The last time, a guy called to tell me I'm a cuckold.
I'm not married.
Mrs. Guerroni, do you want to file a complaint?
File a complaint? -Yes, for the theft of the mobile.
Wait. Allow me...
I'm trying something. -Mm hmm?
You've reached the mobile of Nicole -Ah, well.
Well, there it is.
Mrs. Guerroni, we won't bother you any longer,
if your phone reappears let us know, Ok?
-Of course. -Good. Have a nice day.
No, no, wait, she's jerking us around.
It was her voice on the phone, the killer may be in the house.
Come on, we have to search the place!
Mrs Alvaro,
I get paid--a pittance, I grant you-- to teach you the ropes.
There's nothing tricky here. My 17 years of experience
leads me to one conclusion;
It was a telephone prank.
But we have to do a search!
You are annoying.
He sighs. -What?
You don't close the door at home?
Unbelievable. Do I have to tell you...
"Morgane,
you've been at my house for 3 weeks."
Mm hmm.
"I know you are looking at real estate,
but I was wondering..." -Stop apologizing!
State the question clear and direct! -Okay.
"Eliott put shaving cream in my bed three times."
"Ludovic never, never uses
the squeegee after showering"
"You haven't done the shopping yet,
yet you're here every night!"
It's soft! Be firm!
"WE'RE IN MY HOME!!"
"WE'RE IN MY HOME!" -That's it!
-Okay? -Yes.
"SO NOW IT'S ME
WHO DECIDES WHAT WE WATCH ON TV!"
"AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT,
WELL, YOU JUST HAVE TO..."
"GET OUT, THAT'S IT!"
"SHIT!" -There! Good!
"SHIT! Now," uh...
"IT'S NOT BECAUSE YOU HAVE HPI,
IT'S BECAUSE YOU YOU PISS EVERYONE OFF!"
That was heavy. Who is it...
It's her. It's her!
Morgane? Yes. Hello, yes? Morgane?
It's good you called, because
we have to discuss... now... what?
Find a phone?
Without agreement from the prosecutor, uh...
Yes, but... Yes, I'll take care of it right away.
Er Morgane, where are you
in your search for... a house...
No, she was rushed.
It wasn't the moment to broach...
It wasn't theYeah. Moment to broach...
The wholeYeah. Thing of...
We're moving on to something very important;
Road safety.
You who love action, you'll have a blast,
like Disneyland! -Oh yeah?
This is a Mesta 211.
A technological gem, the flagship of our institution.
Hey,
I've wanted to try it for years.
It's all yours.
Yeah, It's all yours. Great!
We're going to nab them!
Let's go! We're going to nab them!
Let's get started.
There! What?
There's one! Go ahead!
Ok! -How fast?
68 km/h.
Ah, I would have said more.
Back to it, come on.
I see something.
There!
Let's go! -Yes, it's good!
-You have it? -Yes!
How fast? -69.
I heard a beep!
-That's what it said! -Well it's screwed up.
-We should go. -Not possible.
-Let's go. -No, you need one.
It's amazing!
It's fun to flash a car.
Look.
I get it!
Rebooting. There.
When it beeps, it's great. There.
BEEPING = END OF CYCLE = STEAM
She was shot.
= END OF CYCLE
= STEAM
What call?
There. The Mesta is perfect.
Damn, it's the old woman who called.
Very well.
Just wait,
you'll see.
Mrs. Álvaro!
Álvaro!
Gilles?
Did you ask for the location of this phone?
It's in Madeleine. What's the case?
-What case? --Yeah, what case?
-What case? -It's not working.
-It's a case. -And it's in Madeleine?
I don't know.
It's a mistake, I think.
Maj. Lenormand. Is everything alright?
What is that nut doing in the police?
-Yeah, Morgane, right? -She stole my car.
-Ah. -I had to hitchhike
to get back to Lille.
With my radar and uniform,
nobody would pick me up.
You know, over time,
you'll get used to it... or not.
She has big psychological problems.
She dragged me to a house in Madeleine
on a prank call.
And then she stole my car.
In Madeleine?
Yes.
In Madeleine.
What do you think, Gilles?
A coincidence?
Yeah.
Anyone there?
Woo ooo?!
Ahhh! Take whatever you want!
Oh fuck, Karadec; You freaked me out.
What are you doing here?
You're asking me questions?
You've just been reinstated, and you break and enter here?
I called, no one was here.
I found a spare key in the drainpipe_
No, you stay there.
It's you there.
Where's your mistress?
She's there.
Nicole Guerroni, 69 years old.
Never married, no children.
She ran a dance school in Old Lille.
Death by asphyxiation around 7 pm.
One hour before your arrival.
At 3 pm she dials 17 to come here.
4 hours later, dead.
Killed so she wouldn't identify the murderer?
Possible.
If she saw someone being killed,
why did she lie to Morgane and the Major?
Maybe the killer was threatening her?
We need to know who she was talking about on the phone.
There may be a second victim.
Oh shit.
Oh fuck.
Hey, Karadec! Karadec!
Karadec, I found the victim's cell phone!
Karadec, what are you doing?
Look. I found the victim's phone. Know where?
-No. -In the trash!
Do you have your battery?
What does it say?
-It's turning on. -Well?
Well, yes, she called 17. -Ah!
A Lucie tried to reach her 3 times...
Lucie Morvan, yes.
Her number was on the fridge.
She works with her at the dance school.
Okay, we question her tomorrow.
Er, yeah, tomorrow doesn't work for me,
Ludo found us a house to tour urgently.
That's at 2 pm, how about 11:30 am? How's that for you
No, Morgane.
It's not for the police to adapt to you.
And in fact, tomorrow you...
have your training, right?
I hope it makes you happy.
What?
To see me suffer.
-Uh... no. -Sure.
-No, actually. -Sure...
It's a humiliation to send me back to school.
Are you ready? This is it.
So, we have 4 beautiful bedrooms.
Chloe can have her own!
We have a second bathroom up here.
-Two bathrooms? -We are already planning.
And the decisive advantage of the house,
Its beautiful garden of 42m square,
exquisite, south-facing.
Wow, can I have frogs out there?
First position, ladies, Port de bras, nice and round.
Get out in a second...
Half folds.
Check that our ankles do not roll.
The belly is in,
buttocks too. We lean on our shoulders.
Go stretch your legs.
-Lucie Morvan? -Yes?
Sorry, Lt. Vandraud and Cmdr. Karadec, Judicial Police.
Gilles?
Er, it's about Nicole Guerroni.
Can we talk?
Cries of relief
At this price, we could have taken it!
But what about the dive next door?
It looks like a hideout.
Wait, we're talking about a house
we'd be paying off for the next 25 years,
it makes me cautious!
We've already seen plenty of nice houses.
Well yeah!
The one in Seclin -Well yeah!
With the attic addition, that was nice.
Oh yeah, that was great.
Yeah... yeah, that property, uh...
poplar beams and a fir door!
Do we want a place that's 4 stars,
or a place perfect for termites?
Oh...
Hey, the one with the fireplace in Emmerin?
-Yes, it was pretty. -Yes, a house with a zinc roof.
Might as well invest in an oven!
Er, the one in Ronchin, with the dressing room?
Yes, yes!
OK, has everyone forgotten that
the last owner blew out his brains in there?
Didn't you feel the bad vibes?
It may be built on an old Indian cemetery,
like in "Poltergeist."
Okay.
They're not just words, you'll thank me
the day when the house that we will not have bought
will be all rotten!
Morgane;
What's going on? Moving too fast, right?
No!
-No! -"No," you're sure?
Yes, I'm just saying.
You're giving all the real estate agents burnout.
You haven't spoken to your mom about the deposit.
Dear,
if you're not ready to buy, it's fine, we can keep renting.
But I am ready to buy!
I'm ready.
Fine. You know what?
Go to work, see you tonight, okay?
Yes, see you tonight.
-I love you. -Me too.
-Have a good day. -Yeah. I'm off, see you tonight!
-You too. -Kisses.
Your boss called Police Emergency for help yesterday, at 3 pm.
She said she had witnessed a murder.
A murder? -Yes.
You called her several times yesterday afternoon. Why?
Yes. She had forgotten her 6 p.m. class.
As she didn't answer I went to her home to see if she was okay.
She didn't open, I left.
Okay.
Oh fuck, the shopping.
The tape of the call!
6 p.m.?
Excuse me.
Pick up...
6 p.m.; okay.
-Did you see anyone? -No.
Passers-by, but no acquaintances.
-And then you left. -Yes.
Excuse me.
Morgane, I'm working!
Someone was shopping for the victim, you have to find who.
-The tape of the call. -Yes.
The 2 packs of water in her kitchen,
she didn't carry them.
She struggled to lift her cat.
She had a delivery,
is that it Morgane?
Yes! When I went there at 3 pm
right after the call, they weren't there.
The person who delivered it
saw her alive? -Hey, you got it! Hello? Hel-?
Oh, yeah, OK.
Uh... Excuse me.
Did Nicole have her groceries delivered?
Her neighbor's been buying her heavier things for a few months.
Okay, do you know him? What's he like?
-Hello. Mr Maurin? -Yes?
Cmdr. Karadec, Crime Squad, and Lt. Vandraud.
Can we come in for a moment?
Yes...
We regret to inform you
that Madame Guerroni died last night.
She was murdered.
Wow;
You weren't aware?
Oh;
We learned that you delivered
her shopping from time to time.
Did you go to her house yesterday?
Yes.
I brought the purchases at 5 p.m., but...
everything was fine!
Were you in the middle of cleaning?
Er, uh, I live with my mother,
she likes everything to be clean.
Ah.
At 4 p.m. shortly before her death, Mrs. Guerroni called 17
to report a homicide.
Did you notice anything special in the neighborhood yesterday?
No.
Are you sure?
In any case, Mrs. Guerroni was able
to see what goes on in your home.
Where is your mother?
She's not here.
She's out.
-What's in those bags? -Stuff I have to throw away.
Stay there. -No no no, on your knees.
-What are you doing? -On your knees!
On the ground, Mr. Maurin.
-Whose blood is this? -I don't know.
Is it your mother's? -No.
Her cell phone is off.
It's not even her dress, but Mrs. Guerroni's.
She gave me this bag of her old stuff to throw away
So instead of throwing them away, you take them home?
I don't understand.
Your neighbor, who has a view of your living room,
calls 17.00 to report a murder.
Your mother is nowhere to be found
and your neighbor is found murdered.
What would you deduce from that?
I didn't kill anyone.
And your mother's where?
She went out shopping.
-When's she coming home? -I don't know.
-He reminds me of the guy in "Psycho" -Yeah,
Did your mother walk, or drive?
But the commander is too confrontational.
He's antagonizing him.
It's a technique which consists of mirroring oneself with the suspect.
It's one of the approaches
of the profiling workshop I did last year.
The hour and a half online thing?
You have to put yourself in the head of the murderer.
Turn the intelligence of the predator against him.
Making this kind of sociopath confess isn't a science,
it's an art.
You're the one who says it?
Or is Morgane telling you?
Hello, Forestier.
Yes, I'll hold.
With Morgane, I've learned to trust my intuition.
In my opinion, this guy killed his mother,
his neighbor saw him,
and he smothered her to keep her from reporting him.
Hello? Yes.
Hello, Mrs. Maurin.
Yeah. Yes.
Ah, well, we're sorry, I...
Of course.
Of course. Obviously.
I'll hand you over to him.
It's the suspect's mother.
Finally, inside the SDLCO, we find
the OCLCO, which funnily is "In the sky is water"
OCRTEH, OCBC, OCRFM, OCLCIFF,
and finally, OCVRP.
Now, I know that's a lot to remember in one go,
But be assured, we covered most of it.
Most of it...
You're fat, my but you're fat!
Uh, sir? -Ah! I knew you'd be interested
in all these options. Go ahead, ask me, what?
When are we going to take breaks?
Otherwise, I can't absorb all this.
Oh, I understand, no reason why not; Go, go...
Yes! -Good, a brief...
...take a... Ah, yes...
It's urgent. Alright.
Marc Maurin didn't kill his mother, the victim gave him the clothes.
The blood is from Nicole Guerroni, the victim?
It's possible. Do we have lab results?
It won't be long.
I hope there'll be a match in the DNA database,
as no women were reported missing yesterday.
Guys, it's a "cold case"!
A what?
-A "collld... caaase"! -"Cold ca-"?
An old unsolved murder; Don't you watch American TV?
It rings a bell.
You know this how?
Her cat gained weight.
-Ah. -If we compare old photos
of her cat with today,
You're fat...
He's gained 3 kilos.
No wonder, given the food she was giving him.
The bowl was overflowing, right?
Fixed tomcats don't chase the females anymore.
If they don't have a diet, they get fat like priests.
OK, where are you going with this, exactly?
The chick was a former dancer, Ok?
She's as thin as a twig,
she spends her life on a diet but overfeeds her cat?
Uh, nooo!
It doesn't add up. Unless...?
Unless...?
Ok, I'm solving the mystery, but if you don't join in I'll stop.
Unless?
Unless she forgets!
The cat eats all day
because she forgot she already fed him.
The woman has Alzheimer's!
Alzheimer's?
Well yes, it explains everything;
Why the gal needs a cheat sheet
to know how her microwave works?
Why her cell phone wasn't stolen, but thrown away?
And why the call to 17-
Police Emergency, I'm listening.
Do you think she was delusional on the phone?
No, it's the opposite, she remembered.
Alzheimer's attacks the memory,
but not all at once!
It's called Ribot's Theory,
from Théodule Ribot, a 19th Century shrink.
Shit name, but a talented guy.
He discovered that with the onset of senility,
new memories tend to fade before old ones.
As a result the brain gets muddled,
and confuses the past and present.
There!
-Wow. -So you're telling me that
the murder she reported yesterday, was in fact committed years ago?
-It's completely crazy! -Not really.
We just got the lab results, and
the blood on the dress is not Nicole Guerroni's
It's old blood, 20 years or more.
Nicole Guerroni's autopsy confirms Alzheimer's.
She must have seen the bloody dress
and the memory of the murder she witnessed came back to her.
She keeps quiet for years, but all of a sudden
everything comes back because of the Alzheimer's.
This is completely crazy. -That's for sure.
Could the author of the 7 year-old murder
have killed her to stop her reporting him?
Yes, it's possible, but
this murder could've happened anytime in the last 50 years.
In addition, we don't know who the victim is
and we don't have any clues except for an old bloody dress.
How do you intend to move forward?
So, what does this dress tell us?
Oh, well already we can see
the seams under the arms are spotless.
Zero traces of perspiration.
So we can reasonably deduce that this dress
was almost new when it got smeared with blood.
If we find the year of manufacture,
we'll have the year of the "cold case."
Not bad, huh?
-Yeah. -OK good, next.
Oh look, the maker's label
"Made in France"!
"Made in France"? I dunno about you,
but it's been a while since I bought
something cheap from France.
Not since the 80s maybe?
So I remove all the stuff after 1980.
Like so.
-And that gives us... -And that gives us?
1,564 files.
OK...
OK, OK... What else?
Ah!
Listen!
You see? Nothing about the sound?
Sounds the same.
-A little... -Yeah, no, but okay
You can't hear any 'ouf.' Not like...
-Well... -In short, you can dump
all cases prior to 1970 because
this is a plastic zipper.
Plastic closures appeared in 1970 to replace
the traditional metal zippers,
which make more noise.
We go from 1,564 to...
-145 files! -Hey, not bad!
-I haven't finished! -Yeah? What else?
Wait, we're going to try something
Drum roll!
-You're sure? -So...
Oh, look!
It doesn't burn, it melts. So if it melts?
It's nylon!
Nylon appeared in 1935.
Created by a guy who played the little chemist and designed
the first synthetic fibers made from oil,
and a whole bunch of other crap.
So, the special feature of nylon is it's super strong.
It has completely revolutionized women's lives.
There is a major problem;
Nylon has exactly the same raw materials as gunpowder.
Suddenly, a choice had to be made between war and tights.
Well, briefly, in the 70s
nylon made a strong comeback
after the oil shock of 1973.
Then, Bum!
More oil and suddenly more nylon.
More nylon.
Stop at 1973. How many files?
Thirty-seven.
Hey!
What else?
I can't do magic with 37;
You can participate too.
When Nicole Guerroni called Emergency Services
she said, "We shot her."
How many of the 37 died by gunshot?
Oh fuck, Lenormand!
-It's not him, Morgane. -It's not Lenormand.
The number by gunshot is...
nine.
Wait, I think I found it.
June 15, 1972, shooting death,
a woman was found dead near Roubaix.
Look at the report.
-Ah yes! -Looks like the same dress
as the one from Nicole Guerroni. Victim name?
No, and apart from a witness who saw a black
Citroen DS leaving the scene,
the file is empty.
I'd look good in this, right?
Why do they have the same dress?
Are they costumes?
The teacher must know her. I'll go back there.
Hello Commander, can we talk?
-The woman from IGPN? -Er, yes?
What does she want?
I wanted to tell you that my superiors validated my conclusions
on the Malo-les-Bains case.
You're officially cleared.
Thanks for stopping by to tell me.
You're welcome.
No, wait-
Like, I,
I... umm...
As I'm no longer investigating you,
I thought maybe we can...
have dinner?
Dinner?
-Yes; tonight. -Yeah? Tonight?
-Dinner together? -Yes,
with a view to exploring
the possibility of a romantic
relationship between us. -Oh. Ah!
There it is. Sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable.
If you are not interested,
it will not affect my report.
8 p.m.; okay?
I'll send you the address.
When you invited me to lunch,
I was expecting something a bit more...
I mean a little less...
This is my favorite lunch spot. -Oh!
Here, it's the best kebab in Lille.
Well, do you have something to ask me?
It's this: I'm buying a house with Ludo and I want you to cosigner.
-You, buy a house? -Yes, why?
No, my no, nothing, that's great.
But, are you sure?
Going into debt for 25 years is no small thing.
-With Ludo? -Yes, with Ludo.
What, you got a problem with him?
Certainly not, he's perfect.
Oh, OK, I'm the problem.
Admit it, you're not the very
example of stability, huh?
OK, forget it. I have to work,
I'll be going.
Oh, I can't tell you anything!
Fine, OK, I'll cosign!
If you and Ludo are ready, I'm with you.
Thanks Mom.
Thanks!
You know what?
We're gonna buy this house, with or without you,
and we're going to live there very happily, understood?
I'm sure of it, darling, sure of it!
And at worst, you can always resell.
You so piss me off!
This woman was murdered in 1972.
We don't know who she is, but your boss knew her
and witnessed her murder.
I don't know who it is.
According to our information,
Nicole opened this school soon after.
Do you know where she worked before?
No, sorry;
We met when I arrived in Lille, in '87.
Before becoming a teacher, she was part of a troupe,
but she wasn't very talkative about it.
If anything occurs to you...?
Right. Face the barre, we'll work on...
Morgane, if you have a flash of genius, do it quickly.
No, I have no flash of genius,
I have nothing at all to tell you, and you?
Oh, OK, you call in the middle of an investigation
to say there's nothing to tell me.
No, I'm calling you to, to learn
what you've found. I'm concerned_ -One moment.
We found the school's archives.
The For Sale sign on the building; June 30, 1972.
-It's 2 weeks after the murder. -Yes.
Look at this.
"Purchased for Nicole Guerroni by the SVB company".
Smells like a bribe.
Does SVB still exist? -They apparently to have a bar,
the "Black Pearl."
If they bought her silence, we'll look at the school.
Wait, what is the "Black Pearl"?
What's the "Black Pearl"?
Eh? I have to go, Morgane.
No, Karadec! Kara_
-Mrs. Alvaro? -Fuck!
Everything alright?
I see your bag.
Shit!
Listen...
I know.
I spoke with your commissioner,
she explained your HPI-ism to me.
I understand better now why you've so much difficulty learning.
I've never worked with students with disabilities, so inevitably...
I suggest you make an effort
at the pedagogical level, and I'll...
level the playing field.
So, tell me if you are interested.
-Know what I like about police work? -No
Going undercover!
Ah.
♪ ♫ ♪
♫ ♪ ♫
♪ ♫ ♪
What are you doing here?
-Uh... -Did you come for the auditions?
That!
You already have the physique,
I don't have a redhead yet. -Oh!
Go ahead, show me what you can do.
In which sphere?
Er, "Dance."
It's a change from a dance school.
♫
What the hell is he doing here?
Bravo!
♪ ♫
♫ ♪
Ahem!
Ah, Cmdr. Karadec! Lieutenant.
Hey, it's not what you think.
No, because;
We're undercover
Shhssst!
We're working.
Want a coupe?
No thank you. -OK.
Alvaro, where is she?
Ah, so it's this
She's not here.
♪
Are you kidding me? Grab the pole.
Tell me, were you working here in '72?
Who cares?
I don't shake my ass in front of the customers.
The pole?
Are you kidding me?
It's not "Flashdance."
How does your H.R. work?
Do you have records?
Do a "reverse" for me, OK?
The pole.
I'll do it.
Ok...
Fuck!
Look at her outfit.
I'd look good in this, right?
It's the same dress... from Nicole...
Are they costumes?
Whose blood is this?
The blood on the dress is not Nicole Guerroni's.
It's old blood, 20 years or more.
You know those two chicks?
Oh, Karadec, there you are! Hey!
Oh, phew! You missed everything.
Cmdr. Karadec, Judicial Police,
I have to ask you some questions.
-You're not drinking that? -No. Morgane?
She didn't drink from it. -Yes, don't you either.
We're investigating the murder of a young woman 50 years ago.
What do you know about her?
Her stage name was Tulip.
She left overnight, I never imagined
she could've been dead all this time.
Do you know Tulip's last name?
Sorry. At the time, girls who danced
were discreet about their identities.
The other girl in the photo, her name is Nicole Guerroni.
She got killed yesterday.
Her stage name was Coco.
With Tulip...
they were stars here.
In the '70s the Pearl, it was something else.
They all wanted to dance here ♫
the proles, the underworld wiseguys...
From 10 pm to 5 a.m., I was the most powerful woman in Lille.
And...
Tulipe and Coco were my little protegees.
♫
♪
They had come to Lille to dance
and their duo was a hit.
Customers loved them.
But they...
They wanted to stop for their dream:
♫
♪
opening a dance school together.
When was the last time you saw Tulip?
One day, she didn't come to work.
Coco said she was going back to her family in Amiens.
She often sent them money.
A few days later, Coco quit too.
A page had turned.
...apart from a witness who saw
a black Citroen DS leaving the scene.
Wow! Damn!
Hey, whose car was it?
That's Bibi, it was my car.
Business was going well.
Yeah, you said it!
You forgot to say it was you who killed Tulip.
The day after the murder,
a witness saw your car where her body was found.
S.V.B. those are presumably your initials?
It's the sales contract for the dance school.
Sarah Von... Bergen? Sarah Von Braten?
Sarah Von Bruck.
You bought Nicole's silence with a dance school.
It was an accident.
At the time, the Pearl's success was envied,
I found I was a woman in a man's world. I had enemies.
Like, for example, Jean-Mi, the boss of the Charleston.
I had stolen his best dancers.
He had a bad reputation.
One evening
he arrived after closing time
and he was death-warmed-over.
He pulled out his gun and...
the bullet went that far from my face.
I took out my gun from behind the bar.
I fired.
I didn't see Tulip behind him.
You don't call the police and buy off Nicole.
She keeps the secret,
but because of her Alzheimer's, you were afraid she'd expose you.
I didn't kill Coco.
It was 50 years ago.
I haven't had contact with her since.
Sarah von Bruck acknowledges killing Tulip, accidentally, in '72,
but still denies Nicole Guerroni.
No rush, as luck would have it.
An alibi? -Nothing verifiable.
You want some coffee? -I dream about it.
Two witnesses went to Nicole Guerroni's
house just before her death.
Maybe they'll recognize the suspect.
It can't be. Why're you here and not in class?
Where's Maj. Lenormand?
He's taking a nap right now.
He's tired, the change in activity...
Is he baked???
Dance for me, Salome!
Uh, yeah, so...
Don't get me started on the scourge of alcoholism in the police!
Morgane! Shit!
I have the IGPN on my back.
If you don't work your hours, you won't be reinstated.
Finish your training at Reception.
No, not with "High Voltage" Jérôme!
How do you like Reception with me?
Having a blast, Jerome. A blast.
A real blowout.
Oh, ah...
-A customer! -Yeah.
I'm meeting Cmdr. Karadec
to identify the suspect.
Fine!
Bzzz! Fine!
Bzzz!
ID card?
And electronic devices
in the tray.
In the tray.
Yeah. In the tray.
He doesn't have any.
You're infernal, Jerome!
Uh, Supercop awaits you
at the end of the hall. Go on.
Seriously?
Were you born like this
or did something happen?
No.
New client.
Yes. New client.
Hello,
Bzzz! Hello, I have an appointment.
Bzzz!
Yes.
She has nothing.
Yes.
I have to ID a suspect. Yes.
ID card?
And?
"Electronic devices." I'm good, huh?
-Yes. In the tray. -There.
No.
I'm not finished.
Wait until I'm done.
I'll go with you,
so you don't get lost.
My ID? Thanks.
There!
There! All good!
Have a good day!
Goodbye.
Come with me.
You don't have to be at reception?
Yeah, I checked it out.
I get it.
Okay.
OK.
So, can you tell me if you know
the names of these people?
If you saw them on the night of
the murder near Nicole Guerroni's house.
Take your time.
That lady, in the middle,
she was parked in front of Nicole's.
You're certain?
Yes. Our eyes met when I left.
Yes, it was her.
Wow!
Very nice interpretation, I'm giving her the Oscar!
It's not #3 who killed our old lady.
No, it's madam here.
-Sorry? -Hey, let's pause
your movie for a sec, eh?
You blame her for killing your mother!
I mean, it's not pretty.
She comes from Amiens, like Tulip.
That's about... 100,000 residents at least.
Oh yeah? No shit.
How many of them have the same dimple
on their right cheek as their mother?
Huh? Not bad, in my opinion!
Dimples, I love them.
I'd like to have some.
Look, even with her Angry Face
there's a family resemblance.
It was her mother
who Sarah von Bruck killed in 1970.
Are you Tulip's daughter?
Her real name was Sabine.
When I was little, she went to Lille to become a dancer.
I went to live with my grandparents.
Mm hmm?
She had sworn to come back for me as soon as she could.
One day, we stopped hearing from her.
I always thought she had abandoned me,
at the same time I could never believe it.
When I danced, it was for her.
When I turned 18 I decided to find her.
You met Nicole Guerroni while looking for your mother?
My mother talked about her in her letters.
I asked her where my mother was,
she told me that they had lost touch with each other.
She offered me a job at her dance school.
When did you found out what happened?
I went to her house and she was completely lost.
She said she was sorry for everything, she was sorry.
I didn't understand anything.
I realized that she mistook me for my mother.
She told me everything,
without knowing who she was talking to.
I grew up without my mother
and all these years
she protected her killer.
I watched her fall asleep.
Commander, you're already here.
Yes.
I often say that the best way to be on time,
is to be early, right? -Yes. Yes!
Yes, yes.
-Are you leaving? -No. I...
I forgot my hand sanitizer in my car.
I always have an extra on me.
If I lose one... -Yes?
I have a spare. Ah!
Take it.
Thanks.
Ok;
So, shall we sit down?
-Eh... -Ok.
I really had a good evening.
Me too.
Sorry.
Sorry, I thought...
Lenormand, are you there?
How are you? You need help?
No, I'll be Ok.
No, I'm fine.
Fine, fine.
Are you sure?
Yes, I'm fine.
I'm very good.
Oh yeah? You don't look fine yet.
Hey, this is funny.
Look what I found!
Hope she doesn't have lice, eh?
- Great, huh? -The least one can say.
- Looks bad, huh? -Yes...
For the Major!
Otherwise, nothing to see, but...
do you have my first evaluation?
-Oh, yes. -Yes?
I give you a 14/20.
20 is better, right?
Okay, 20/20.
-That rocks! -It does, yes.
Yes, it'll make them happy.
-Alright. -Of course, we'll forget about...
I don't know what we're talking about!
Ah yes! Okay then.
But you can't deny,
we had fun together, huh?
Yes, we laughed a lot.
We were a great team, you and me!
Yeah, that was nice.
So...
Well, see you soon, Lenormand.
You too.
Yeah, ciao!
You too.
-It was great! -Thanks!
Uh, best wishes.
It's very unconventional, a 2nd visit at this hour.
Madam insisted so much on the phone,
you like the house after all!
Yeah, eh?
It's the right one; We'll take it!
Are you serious? -Yes!
And the dive next door?
I'll get used to it.
It'll relax me after the days spent with the cops.
It's good, I tell you. We'll be happy here! Come on!
YES!
I'll have the large bedroom, okay?
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