Uh your brother's not here?
He's good.
Ah?
I'm sorry, but put yourself in my shoes;
I wake up in an unknown place;
A closed door, I open it;
How was I to know you and your hairy butt were hiding in there?
Hiding? I wasn't hiding, I was taking a shower, Ok?
Usually when we do that, we're naked.
It was you who asked to sleep here.
Asked you?
The new owner calling the police to remove you, you don't remember?
Your neighbor calling me at 2 a.m. to get you out of trouble, that either?
Henri? -Yes, Henri.
And my ficus?
You know what shape my ficus is in? -Oh, must you shout?
I saw everything! I know what I saw!
Oh yes, yes, I know, I remember your ficus.
It was very pricey and nice.
Morgane,
when you're not home,
one knocks before entering a bathroom!
Yeah, it's Okay, I didn't see much.
Oh, on the other hand,
we know about that mole on your groin.
I think you should see someone about that, it's really big.
Good morning. Ah!
Hello Gilles!
-Give me the picture. -Yeah. Give me the picture.
Yeah. The victim is a man in his 20s,
An Ophelie Belli,
the owner of the house, returned this morning and found the body.
A name?
No. No ID, no mobile.
For now he's a mystery.
[S, IS FOR ITALY]
Good morning, madame. -Good morning.
Commander. -Hello Stephane.
I'm Cmdr. Karadec. -Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you. Do you know the victim?
No, I was bringing in my bin and I found him there on the ground.
I've never seen him before.
Might he be staying with someone in the neighborhood?
No Gilles, are you going to
sulk forever? -I don't know.
But with your 160 IQ, you'll figure it out in no time.
-What time was it? -I'm not sure, but I was
focused on the trash bin, I didn't look at the time.
Stephane will take your statement.
Thank you, madame. Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Thanks.
Quiet area,
no CCTV,
perfect for dumping a body.
Mm hmm.
A violent blow to the back of the head;
Fatal head trauma.
Time of death, tentatively late last night.
Ok, yeah. -The homeowner heard a car
around 3 a.m.
The killer could have left the body around that time.
Now the important question is identification.
Bonnemain, you'll run everything?
Run prints and DNA?
- Yeah. - Thanks.
A good bet that he was a senior executive.
A head-man, someone in finance.
Yeah, makes sense; White shirt, jacket, party clothes,
we're talking your area, eh?
Come on, there's the musculature.
He could be in high-level sports, or a model.
Hello? Any help?
No, nothing's coming, I'm blocked.
Really blocked!
A photo would be better than this B.S.
This is really hard.
-Right, well, no sweat under the arms. -Mm-hmm.
I imagine he gets changed after work.
So these aren't his work clothes. There, I'm out.
But especially since the cuff of the right sleeve is open,
but the left is fastened.
As if he got his wrist stamped at a bar or nightclub.
-Nothing there. It's all in your mind.
-Except, it's stamped on his wrist with invisible ink.
Sorry, would you lend me your lamp?
Because I imagine that's what's done now in trendy places, but hey!
To find out you'd have to go out. -Uh, yeah
It's invisible ink that only shows up under blue light.
So if it's not there
Ha!
"ART 59." It's an art gallery.
Yes. I saw him yesterday.
We had a product launch, a new line of luxury bags,
he was the boyfriend of an influencer who often comes to events.
She was showing off because she met him 3 months ago,
He was an airline pilot.
Rich, sexy; Just her type.
Do you have his name? -Him I don't, but
Vera will.
It's just a nickname; "Vera In...
Wonderland." Look.
Ooooh!
Handsome airline pilot!
They seem to get along, eh?
On social networks, yes, but in real life
What makes you say that?
Yesterday, during the party,
I went to get some champagne from the storeroom,
and he entered the room 30 seconds after me.
He pretended to be looking for the toilet, but
it was clear why he was there, if you know what I mean.
Was he the type who'd jump on anything that moves?
He was handsome and he knew it.
The victim's girlfriend is Vera Borgman.
I tried to reach her, but her phone is off.
But I found a video of her and her boyfriend,
from a gallery security camera, I'll send it to you.
Okay.
After that, I lose them.
There was water in the gas tank.
Anything new on the identity of the pilot?
Not yet, but I've sent an alert to
all the airlines that fly into Lille.
We should get a fix on him soon.
Good job, thank you, Daphne.
Thank you!
See you soon.
Let's go, Morgane.
Morgane?
About what happened this morning
We took time to learn
how to work together,
I don't want this incident to ruin everything.
Oh fuck, this isn't happening!
What's the matter?
You're preventing me from thinking, Karadec, that's what's the matter.
Every time I try to concentrate
I see you naked.
Oh, that's just great!
You violated my privacy and you're the one traumatized,
but it's 'my world' being turned upside down!
I have a photographic memory, Karadec; Ok?
I didn't want it. You're embedded in my brain
until the day I die, you know?
It's not my fault you never learned how to knock.
He was color blind!
Karadec, our stiff was colorblind!
Remember his socks? Mismatched;
One had red stripes
and one had green stripes.
A guy who cares so much about his outfit
wouldn't miss that kind of detail.
In the gallery, the signs for
the storeroom and the toilets
were orange and green.
Thus, he didn't follow the gallery owner
to flirt with her in the toilet,
he went to the wrong door,
he mixed up the colors!
He couldn't fly, then; He'd never pass the medical exam.
He was a paper airline pilot.
It was a lie for his girlfriend.
Yeah, he had a grease stain on his pants.
The kind typical of a bicycle derailleur.
And a lot of small change in his pockets,
like he was earning tips all day.
But no, in my opinion he wasn't an airline pilot,
but rather a delivery guy. -For who?
I don't know. But I imagine the napkin he gave his girlfriend
must have come from a restaurant he worked for.
Ah, "blind test"!
What does this smell remind you of? -The sea; Shellfish; Shrimp.
Yes, Karadec, it starts with an "H"
"H", as in? -"Homard."
Yeah! Lobster!
But it doesn't fit at all with their rotten napkin.
This shitty paper doesn't say 'lobster restaurant.'
Yeah, so how about lobster "fast food"?
It's a thing, right?
-It's Marvin. -Last name?
Lacroix. He's my husband's nephew.
I'm sorry.
He worked here? -Yes.
-For a long time? -For...
a year? -Mm-hmm.
He was with my sister in Guadeloupe when she died.
He came here and I took him in.
He wanted a job,
so we took him on as a delivery man.
He's a good guy,
reliable, hardworking
An avocado, and a Cheezy!
Here he was_ I'll take one too!
Excuse me.
I want the one with the orange sauce, there.
-A Cheezy? -That's it. A Cheezy.
It's an opportunity, I want to try it.
We're looking for his girlfriend,
a certain Vera Borgman.
You know her?
No.
I didn't even know he had a girlfriend. -Mmm-mm.
According to our information, he claimed to be an airline pilot.
Cheezy and Avocado, who's it for?
Yes! Ah!
Marvin wasn't a liar,
are you sure of what you're saying?
His address, please?
Yes, it's
Can I pay you? It'll be 12.50.
Oh yeah? It's not cheap, frozen lobster.
Thank you sir.
My condolences.
- It's not approving it. - Alvaro?
I'm coming!
Yeah, I don't know why it won't work, must be demagnetized.
Ok, know what? It's easier if you send the bill to the DIPJ in Lille,
attention Cmdr. Karadec, eh? Get the address from the Internet.
Yes.
-Thank you. -Ok.
Thank you sir.
Yeah, this isn't really a pilot's pad.
Oh, no, actually.
Vera Borgman hasn't posted on social media since yesterday,
and hasn't used her mobile.
Looks like she's hiding.
What I don't understand is that on her profile, the girl
never post a picture of herself
without an expensive cocktail.
How could Marvin keep up with her financially
on a delivery man's salary?
-Good question, Morgane. -Ah, well, thank you.
There's sand here.
Was he coming back from a beach party?
Morgane?
Don't touch anything until "Tech Services" gets here; Ok?
Yeah, not until 'Tech Services'
Thank you.
Oh fuck, Karadec!
Listen, Mrs. Koltes,
we traced this watch to you using its serial number.
Is it yours? -Yes.
What is it doing here?
We found it in the home of this individual;
Do you recognize his face?
Does it say anything to you?
Yes, he's from the gas company,
he came to read my meter a few weeks ago.
Marvin Lacroix has never worked for the gas company,
he broke into your home to rob you.
Your insurance was unaware of your missing watch,
why didn't you report it?
I hadn't noticed it was missing,
I keep it in a drawer, I haven't seen it in years.
A watch of this value?
It's my son's.
He died 2 years ago.
I don't like seeing it, it brings back memories.
Have other precious objects disappeared from your home since?
No.
No, but I can check.
-If you don't mind. -Gilles!
Come see.
Man, she kills me.
Hey, psst!
Hey, what are you saying?
Nothing, it's only for if you work in the service.
Seriously, are you going to be sulky all week?
Uh, yeah! Yeah!
No one read that article except you!
Hey;
Don't I know you?
No, no, I don't think so.
But aren't you the supercop of Lille,
who solves all the cases?
Come on; Of course!
Thank you, madame. We'll call you back.
David?
Right, well, she read it.
Yeah.Obviously.
He stole the watch, and the rest too.
Well I have a theory_
Morgane, I don't have time today for your theories,
because we've found Vera Borgman.
Yeah!
An influencer who hasn't
posted anything in 24 hours,
there aren'tNope! 36 options.
Either she's dead,
or she's in digital detox.
I searched her history, and exactly 1 year ago,
she was doing a zero-technology retreat at a monastery in Denan.
I called, she's there.
-She's there. -She's there.
Nice!
Great job.
-Great job. -Great job.
No, seriously, you're 5 year olds.
Ms. Borgman.
You are in custody for the murder of Marvin Lacroix.
-Sit down, please. -Mmm-mmm.
What?
She took a vow of silence.
If she speaks, she breaks the circle of consciousness.
The what?
The circle of consciousness.
Are you kidding me?
Given your record, I wouldn't play that.
I Am Innocent!!
Marvin had been lying to you for months.
Witnesses have seen you. A video shows
your argument before his death.
You really want to keep quiet?
I would like to speak to a lawyer, please.
Hey, Jerome, what's going on, huh?
I don't have any more money, I haven't been paid.
Is Accounting on vacation?
It must be because of your work stoppage.
Eight weeks is a long time for someone
as essential as you.
Ok fine, so it means if we don't come, we don't get paid?
I'm not a civil servant?
I was dumped by my boyfriend,
I needed leave, don't the police plan for that?
No!
Urgh!!
We won't get anything from Vera Borgman tonight,
We'll resume tomorrow with her lawyer present.
Ok. Come on, can we go? I'm exhausted
and I can't take it anymore.
What do you mean, "we"?
Didn't we say that I was sleeping at your house tonight?
No, I don't think so.
Oh really? -No.
Oh good.
Besides, Roxane is coming over later to sleep
eat, the two of us, at home, so
Except if you have nowhere else. -No!
Lots of options, uh
lots of options, so
Ok. -No problem.
Good, good, great.
See you tomorrow. -Yes!
Good night, Jerome.
Good night, Commander.
Hey, 'whadaya' know, roommate?
Tell me, is there a way I could crash on your couch?
Okay
It has the advantage of being clear.
Tell me, Jerome
I live with my mother. It's small, there's no guest room.
Ok.
Henri!
It's good, because_
Yes? It's good, because Yes? I was wondering
l was wonderin.
Morgane, this is a bad time.
I'm going to see my mother.
Your mother? Henri-
she's still alive?
Yes. Actually, no. She just died.
The hospital called me,
I go.
Ah, shit, so sudden, yeah
Er, how?
Accident. Car.
I said to her; "Mom, call Uncle Jules,
after 100 we don't drive anymore."
But she she she had the head of mule.
I'm sorry, Henri. I
Yes-No, was there something I can do for you?
No, er, no, no! Henri, go see your mother!
It's the last-er, yes You know what I mean.
Otherwise, you'll tell me. -No, no
I'll figure it out.
Hey, hi honey! It's me, how are you?
Hi, mom, where are you? Your camera isn't working.
I'm at a hotel. Wi-Fi sucks, so I
It's better without video.
In a hotel? Cool! Do you have a big bed?
Seriously! When I came back to the room,
there was a towel laid out shaped like a swan.
And there are lights in all the closets. It's not insane, is it?
Classy. Can I come tomorrow?
No, it's not ideal because they start work tomorrow.
It's gonna be a mess.
But see you soon.
Tell me
Are Elliot and Ludo there?
They're already in bed.
- Turn off that Tv! - It's not done!
Honey, I'll call you back.
Wait-Sweetie, it's room service, I have to get it.
You mustn't stay here, lady!
- Okay. -Kisses.
Yes, yes, it's fine! It's fine!
I'm moving.
The nerve of hotels, I swear!
I reserve, I pay, I show up at the counter,
the guy said to me; "Uh, well, we're overbooked,
we don't have a room."
What kind of world do we live in?
There are so many shameless people.
Huh! It's absurd!
Anyway, thanks a lot for helping me out because,
I won't hide it, I was a bit in the shit.
I promise; Tomorrow, I disappear.
It needs a little
It doesn't matter.
I tell you what I'm gonna do, I'll shoot them one
one of those comments myself, and a memorable note.
I'm not a cash cow.
Overbooked.
I don't give a damn about overbooking.
I swear.
It's all right, right? That's enough?
Yeah, first-class.
I want some too, actually. Ketchup. Please.
Here.
It's delicious, but it's bland.
Can you pass me the ketchup please?
Thank you.
Mmm!
It brings out the flavors.
There you go!
Enjoy your meals, uh?
Did I do something to upset him?
He's cute when he gets angry.
We haven't closed the deal!
Come on; Cheers!
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha
Ohhh
We have 15 minutes.
Twenty.
Hey Kara, are you sleeping?
Ssh!
We play dead. She's going to leave.
I knew you weren't sleeping!
Oh no, no, this can't be happening, get out.
I just thought of something about the victim we missed completely.
Marvin isn't a thief!
The items found in his home
weren't stolen to give to his girlfriend,
they were given to him!
For example; The sunglasses.
The influencer did a promo video
for them 3 weeks ago,
then she gave them to him!
And then there's the watch;
The gallery owner said she kept it at
the bottom of a drawer for years.
Yeah, but the watch runs great;
She had changed the battery
before giving it to Marvin.
That's why she didn't file a complaint!
The best part is the wad of money, the money.
I don't know if you're aware
Put down my pants! -Wait, I'll show you.
Look.
There! I'm getting in,
Move over. Make room for me.
Look.
You see there?
That is
the serial number of the bill.
The first numeral indicates
the issuing country.
So for example, "X" is Germany.
"U", France.
Don't ask me why those letters with those countries,
it's weird, but that's how it is.
The bills get circulated, okay?
But the really weird thing is that in Marvin's room,
3/4 of the tickets start with the same letter.
An "S."
That means they came from?
You always like this in the morning?
Slovenia?
But, if you were listening I told you the letter
has nothing to do with the name of the country.
"S" is for
Italy!
And who have we just met
who appears to make a lot of round trips to Italy?
Karadec!
No, I've never seen him before.
Ophelia Belli! The chick who found the body.
That makes three chicks that have no connection to each other,
who either gave overpriced gifts or lots of moolah
to our 25-year-old hunk.
And all lied about the info at the time of the investigation.
So in my opinion, the Marvin didn't just deliver,
if you see what I mean.
He was an escort!
There you go! It was worth waking up to.
Can I hit you up for 20? Card problem. But I'll pay you back.
Shall I make you an omelet?
I met him on an escort site.
I paid to see him, but
it wasn't sexual between us.
We used to do it
in my garden, in the kitchen
in the pool, too!
I saw him when I wanted.
It was more like
a nice friendly relationship.
He accompanied me to my events without being jealous.
I just had to pay him €200 an hour. Cheap.
We went to restaurants
went for walks
We'd screw for hours.
With 75,000 followers I can't afford to get dumped,
with Marvin I felt like I was in control.
I started getting jealous of other women.
I didn't see it coming.
It was then I realized I was getting attached.
It's been 10 days since we last saw each other.
Last week,
he showed up with bruises on his face.
He told me that he was beaten up by another escort.
We were dancing at the Latina Café,
I don't know, I didn't understand it, a guy came in
and jumped on him for no reason
I'm sure he was assaulted.
He was ready to kill him.
He was supposed to come to my house last night, late.
When he didn't come, I texted him.
He replied asking me for my address.
Yesterday, after the party, I told him how I felt.
He replied that I was just a client to him.
I was
so humiliated.
It seemed strange to me.
Especially since
he knew the house perfectly well.
I made a big scene.
Yes, it was a little violent.
But I didn't kill him.
He left right after!
It must have been his killer wanting to get rid of the body,
and blame me.
We'll check the alibis for Marvin's clients.
They say he was recently assaulted by another escort.
Suspect description? -Caucasian, brunette, thirties.
Super fit according to the influencer,
he won't get far.
There are dozens of them in Lille.
It'll take days.
You have to make do. I would question number
12,
24,
and 36.
If not, we can go straight to the hunting ground.
What do you mean? -Marvin got mugged
at the Latina Café.
It's an escort landmark.
So I was was thinking I could go take a look.
Wait.
We both go and pretend to be potential customers.
That's good, right?
Your plan is to go have cocktails and
accost good-looking brunette guys?
Why not?
It's a great plan!
Hey; "La-dies night"!
I'll take it, thanks.
You need an approach strategy.
Yeah. I'm an anthropology student preparing a thesis on
Wooo Hooo!
It's my turn!
A thesis on shamanic divination in South America. That's my cover.
Whoa, that's sharp! -What's this about a thesis?
In this case, I will be a business
lawyer working on a sensitive case
and has come to decompress.
Ok, I understand. What's my cover?
You keep an eye on the table.
Wait, we went out for "ladies night,"
you're not going to be sulky!
I don't know, Morgane.
Who made you join the police?
Who covers for your bullshit morning 'til night?
Who put you up for 2 months?
It was all me! And you,
you criticize my squad in the press.
No, that's not nice!
She's so short-tempered.
Morgane, have you ever tried to apologize?
Occasionally, that works.
Sorry!
I know you're pissed off about the article!
But you also betrayed me! -Me? Betray? Ha!
Absolutely! You had everyone befriend Roxane
when I was depressed!
She tried to kick me out!
You want to talk about the times
I fought for you?
Ha! Fought? Fought, my ass! I got reinstated on my own!
Besides, you forced me to do a stupid internship.
Stupid internship? Show me where you ever played the game!
Good evening! It sounds tense here, why not relax a little?
A little privacy! -We're talking!
Avocado, and the Cheezy.
He worked with Marvin!
Stop him!!
Fuck!
It's good, I've got him!
Well,
that's great teamwork, Morgane.
-Hello David, how are you? -Hello, Hello David, Commander. How are you?
Hello, Thanks. Commander. -Thanks.
Sacha? -Yes.
Why did you attack Marvin at Cafe Latina?
The woman who accompanied him recognized you.
We also found your escort profile.
How long have you been doing this?
Did you tell Marvin about it?
Yeah, I was friends with Marvin.
I had told him that I was an escort some evenings.
At first,
it made him uncomfortable.
And 3 months ago
he wanted to make some money,
so I introduced him to girls.
And that bastard siphoned off my clientele.
Is that why the fight, he stole your clients?
A matter of respect.
You have to mark your territory, or you're dead.
Like Marvin.
But it wasn't enough. 10 days later, you had
a rematch?
I had no reason to kill him. When we fought
he told me he was going to hang it up.
He told you that?
He told you why? -No.
And I didn't ask.
Where were you the night of the murder?
Uh, with a client.
I imagine if you don't tell her husband, she'll testify.
-Morgane? Have you seen the time? -Ludo
I know. I wanted to tell you
Morgane! It's 1 am. The children are in bed,
and I have a big day tomorrow.
I wanted to apologize.
Apologize and tell you
I wasn't up to it,
and I care about you. That's it.
I care for you.
Maybe not as you would like, but
I care for you. There.
Morgane.
It's still a little early to forgive you, but
I'm working on it.
See you Friday, I'll bring the children over, all right?
Yes.
Oh, I don't believe it.
The prefecture closed my hotel
due to a bedbug infestation.
My life really sucks, it never changes!
I put this aside for you.
That's really nice,
Thank you!
I'm starving!
I love bolognaise! -It's arrabiata.
'Or the'? -Arrabiata.
Okay. And Roxane, isn't she here?
No, she's with friends.
Oh good.
And our escort, what did he give up?
It's not him. He has an alibi.
Oh shit!
It's stupid.
You actually brush for three minutes?
Mm-hmm.
Every day?
Mm-hmm.
Well, speak.
According to his colleague,
Marvin Lacroix had been a prostitute for 3 months.
But he planned to quit, soon.
But he planned Mmm. To quit, soon.
His room had the ambience of
cockroaches and holey underpants.
If he was an escort to get rich,
he would have paid for stuff.
He wouldn't have kept his money in a punching bag,
it makes no sense.
He had a plan.
But what?
0-0-0. In his room,
there was a big suitcase with the code 000, as if it were
brand new, that he hadn't touched it yet.
He had planned to leave. -Yes!
Wow, there -We make a good team.
Yeah, honestly, we do.
This time, you're not naked!
What're you doing there, Karadec?
I'm scrubbing my tongue.
-What? -You wash your tongue?
Yeah, for
for oral hygiene.
Do you have projects or
I'll have Daphne check the airlines_ -Yes. Yes!
Do you know where you're sleeping tomorrow night?
Roxane's at her place.
Oh yeah? No, but I'll find something.
Great. I can loan you some money.
No! I have a Plan B, so
no worries. -Ok. Great.
Good night, Morgane. -Yes, good night.
-Remember to turn off -No, no, of course
Meh.
You were right.
2 weeks ago, Marvin Lacroix booked
a one-way ticket from Paris to Guadeloupe.
He paid cash.
Departure scheduled for tomorrow.
I don't understand.
The guy books his ticket really early
and selects a rotten seat in the middle.
Nobody takes that when there are good choices.
Unless
he's not alone.
The adjoining seat
was booked too. -There! So, another question;
Why is the guy sitting by the toilet?
Two options; Either he caught cystitis,
always possible in the escort field, part of the business risk.
Or he was traveling with someone who has pressing needs
of the female type.
Pregnant!
I would rather opt for the second version,
it explains why the guy started escorting 3 months ago.
He needed money because he was gonna be a daddy.
Call the airlines, please. Yeah.
Find out who this woman is.
For punishment,
I already know who the mom is.
Hee hee hee!
Hey, I wanted to ask you, does it work for you,
the anti-nausea bracelet?
Because it didn't work for me, nothing.
On the other hand, these sourballs,
I ate them at the start of each pregnancy,
I'd eat them all day until I couldn't eat any more.
Unbeatable!
You're knocked up, right?
And the father, it's Marvin.
Not here, please.
Marvin and I never saw it coming.
When he came to Lille,
Guillaume proposed we put him up while he looked for an apartment.
At first he annoyed me, but gradually
We did everything to resist it, but it was stronger than us.
You fell in love.
I get pregnant every time I fall in love.
The baby wasn't planned,
at first I didn't want to keep it, I didn't see how it was possible.
Without Guillaume, we'd have no jobs.
But Marvin knew money was a problem,
and started working odd jobs at night,
and borrowed money from a friend.
I started to think it was possible.
He'd have done anything to save.
Did your partner know you were going to leave?
No.
But he's been weird lately.
The day before yesterday, he came home and hugged me really tight.
He was not well.
He was afraid of losing me.
You think he killed Marvin?
I had a feeling, yeah.
Inès avoided my gaze at the restaurant.
She avoided me when I tried to kiss her.
I thought it would pass, that if she was lying to me,
it was because she still cared about me.
I was afraid if I confronted her, I would lose her.
And did you confront Marvin?
No!
You knew he was with your woman.
I felt it was obvious that something was up.
So I
I looked at his bike's GPS.
His bike has GPS?
See, some of the delivery bikes at the restaurant were stolen,
so I put trackers on them.
I was able to follow Marvin.
I saw he was going to my house in the evenings, when I wasn't there.
But I swear; I swear I didn't kill him.
Can I see the app in question?
The blue dot is Marvin's bike?
Yes, that's him.
What was he doing in this lost hole?
Yeah.
Okay
It's beeping, it's beeping
-Will you stay here? -Yeah.
Morgane?
Daphne?
Send me everything you can find on a 'Noah Toussaint.'
'Toussaint' like tous saint, 'Noah' like Yannick.
Kick
Be here soon? -I'm here.
Can you give me the address?
Karadec!
We found our crime scene.
The house belongs to a Noah Toussaint,
who died 2 years ago.
Look.
My gosh,
looks like Marvin's brother. Mm-hmm.
That's crazy.
Would you look at that
Is that your son Noah?
Yes.
The resemblance to Marvin is troubling, is it not?
The house under construction was for him.
He was to live there.
After his death, I couldn't sell it.
He was my only child.
I waited for him to come back,
knocking on my door,
tell me; "Mom, they got it wrong, here I am."
Then one day you met Marvin.
The first time I saw him,
I thought it was him.
I ran after him.
It was so disturbing.
He thought I liked him.
He offered to see me again in exchange for money.
You paid to see him again,
pretending he's your son?
Have you ever lost someone, Commander?
If you could spend a few hours
with this person,
even knowing that it's a lie,
would you resist?
What happened the night of the murder, Mrs. Koltes?
Three days ago,
he told me by text that he was leaving.
Just like that,
without explanation.
I didn't understand.
I insisted that we see each other one last time.
I was thinking
that if I offered him Noah's house,
he would change his mind.
He refused my gift.
He told me we wouldn't see each other again.
He started
to go.
You took the shovel.
I couldn't let him abandon me.
I hit him, I hit him, I hit him!
I didn't want him to go
I don't know what happened to me.
Hey! "Big up the team!"
How we managed!
No, but honestly,
between Daphne, who found Vera all the way at an ashram,
Céline, who made a tackle worthy of the Rugby XV,
and Gilles, who made
probably a bunch of stuff
we're a tough fucking team! Eh? Come on!
'All for one'?
Come on, Gilles.
'One for all'! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Well, see, it's good you say that,
because I have a problem with my Carte Bleue.
It would help me out if one of you could give me €200.
Morgane, don't take advantage.
Good evening, Henry.
I told myself
you might need some comfort,
it might be nice to bring you your favorite dish.
Veal blanquette?
Veal blanquette. I didn't make it, it's better.
Thank you, Morgane.
How are you? Holding up?
Yes. I have cousins who came from Marseilles.
Come in, have a drink with us.
No no no, I'll leave you with the family.
See you? Go on!
Be brave!
Hello? Morgane?
You okay?
Yes, and you?
Yes. Listen, I was in your
neighborhood, and I was wondering if we could
have dinner together tonight. Or not.
Of course, my dear! You can sleep at the house.
You're sure?
Of course! Listen, there's everything you need.
Besides, I bought a new mattress for your room,
in anticipation.
In anticipation of what?
Well listen
You know well.
I was hoping it would last a little longer, Ludo and you,
but you tried, that's good enough.
Hello?
I found fingerprints everywhere;
The windows, the glass table,
the bathroom mirror.
And she gets crumbs everywhere in the living room.
How does it get on the carpet, unless she eats at night while we're asleep?
It's okay, she's gone. You'll have some tranquility.
Besides, she talks all the time; Talks all day,
talks all night, even while brushing her teeth.
Are you available tomorrow, for my sister's birthday?
Oh fuck.
What?
She left the ketchup open,
who does that after 12 years old?
Thank you.
Oh
I'm going to bed; You coming?
Yes. I've almost finished my report.
Okay.
At first he annoyed me
He's cute when he gets angry.
But gradually
I was getting attached.
"Be my baby" The Ronnettes-♫"
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