Come on, we've gotta get going! Step on it!
Hey! What the hell are you doing? Huh?
I'm warning you, we're not doing this every morning! Oh man...
We've been waiting for 20 minutes.
-Yes, of course!
We"ve been waiting for 23 minutes-
-Wait, wait! You have everything, yeah? Ok, we're good!
Ok, Ok, come with me, come on! Go go go!
In the car!
Wooo!
You're all weird today. Getting back to work stressing you out?
-Not at all.
I'm not stressed at all!
Yeah, surrre.
Working with Supercop again is no problem.
-Huh?
'Supercop'?
The-wha-? Come on!
Mm-hmm?
Thanks. Wait, let me check...
Big meeting this morning.
-Sleeping here tonight?
-Oh no, tonight I'm staying home, I have to get to sleep super-early.
And your brother's fed up with me staying over.
Pense qu'a ton colleague What do your colleagues think?
-But he's found you less boring than me. -Hmm.
-Yes Gilles? -Commander.
A homicide in South. I sent you the address.
-Okay, on my way. Did you notify Morgane?
-Yes, just in case she's late. -See you soon.
-Morgane's returning to work?
-Hmm? Uh, yes... as of this week.
-Ah. -Didn't I tell you?
-Umm, no. I don't believe so.
-Uh, right. I-I forgot. -I believe you.
Uh, look at your... it's a bit close.
-Oh shit! Shit!
HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL
-Hi Commander. -Gilles.
-Something's different about you, right?
-I shaved my beard, Gilles.
-Ah! Oh, yeah!
It looks good.
-You've done it too. -Yeah.
The victim's name is Naima Moudi,
-17-years-old, high school student. -Shit.
-However, you should know something.
-Morgane's done something?
-Mmm, no... -No?
There are cats in the crime scene.
-TIME DIFFERENCE-
TIME DIFFERENCE
-Alright? -Mm-hmm. Yes, I'm fine.
The victim watched the owner's cats.
He discovered her body this morning after returning from staying out late.
Would you turn off your flashes?
Cleopatra is sensitive to light.
-Hello, 'Team'!
You can relax, the Brain is back!
You can relax, the redhead is back!
"Brain is back! Brain is back!"
-Commander. -Hello, Morgane. Welcome back.
-Hey! Dr. 'Handsome'! Alvaro.
What do we have, who is she?
-There are signs of strangulation here and here.
Based on rigidity and body temperature,
death occurred yesterday evening.
-Yesterday evening.
-She's a little weird, right? -Oh, not at all.
-No? -No.
-Can you provide some information about the victim, please?
There isn't much, I hired her on a specialty site.
She takes care of my cats in my absence.
Will this take long? I have purebred cats
and you're stressing them out.
-It could be a catnapping gone wrong. -Huh?
He surely was after Cleopatra.
Really, she won two Golden Kittys last year.
Right, my kitty? Yeah I don't want to offend you
but in my opinion the killing had nothing to do with your prize herd.
-Pardon? -No. What he was interested in
was the victim's computer. Look. Everything's a mess,
this rectangle looks like, what--
About 25-by-38 cm?
What else but a computer.
-At the same time, it could've been anything
A notebook, I dunno...
Anything
-Hey, very good contribution, Gilles! -Yeah, very good contribution, Gilles!
Absolutely. What I would fault you for is, why
clean a notebook with sodium hypochlorite?
-What?
-Look over here, there's something the cats are into.
What is it? It stinks of bleach!
Bleach has a pH very close to that of cat urine.
So they like it--Don't you, beautiful? Don't you?
So in my opinion, after the killer took the victim's computer,
he went to the sink. There he poured bleach over it
to destroy the hard drive.
-That how it went? -As you say.
And given the trail of discoloration he left,
I imagine that he wanted to finish the job,
going to the window
and sending it to be smashed two floors below--
Bam! Ha!
Oh!
-Correct as usual. -Mmm.
The victim lived with her father.
Shall I do the informing?
-I'm not gonna fight you for it.
Hello. Hello.
I'm Cmdr. Karadec of the Judicial Police.
-Is this the Farid Moudi home? -Yes, he's my brother-in-law.
Is it possible to have a word with him?
-He's not here, we're waiting for him.
Go to your little brother.
Sonia!
-Hello, madam.
Is this about Naima? My brother is out looking for her.
-Can we speak frankly? This is hard to say.
Do you know where my daughter is?
I've raised Naima on my own since she lost her mother.
Lately she was never home.
When she didn't come home, it immediately clicked,
that it was something serious.
So I called my sister and brother-in-law.
I went to look for her.
-Do you know if anyone bore her a grudge?
-No no, she was a serious girl, my daughter.
She was a good student.
My daughter didn't get in trouble,
she didn't care about all that; Understand?
The person who killed your daughter then destroyed her computer.
-Her computer? -Yes.
-What computer?
A laptop with stickers on it, do you know it?
Well, no.
-I'm gonna borrow this, okay?
-Excuse me.
Morgane, what are you doing?
We're not finished questioning him.
-He won't tell you anything interesting, he didn't really know his daughter
-Really? -You saw Naima's room?
There's only stuff a 5-year-old kid would have,
and clothes only a grandma would like.
It doesn't match the victim at all!
She had false eyelashes,
fake nails, and wore sexy underwear.
Her real life wasn't here, it's elsewhere.
Somewhere far from her father.
Did you see Farid just then?
He walked up.
Do you know a lot of people
who take 10 flights of stairs
when there's an elevator?
I mean, aside from you.
-Maybe he's getting in his cardio.
-No Karadec, we're talking about 10 floors, Ok?
The guy spent the night looking for his daughter,
he's not gonna do his cardio!
He's claustrophobic!
Naima had a key to the basement, Ok?
A claustrophobe doesn't go to the basement.
She knew he'd never set foot down there. So...?
-That's where she hid her things. -Voila!
-So we're going to the cellar.
Alright.
Well, we need to push the button.
Come on, then.
Stop
Someone's there.
-Hey hey hey, what're you doing here?
You wanna explain what you're doing?
You lose your tongue?
Put down that bag.
Hands behind your back.
♪ Bledi♪ ♪ ♪ CITY, VILLAGE, OR BOONDOCKS
♪ It's Bledi, it's Bledi. ♪ ♪ CITY, VILLAGE, OR BOONDOCKS
♪ It calls me Bledi, it's the base They saw me born here ♪
♪ Still, it's not easy I aim for the fur ♪
Fuck, Karadec!
Our victim's a rap star!
Come see!
♪ Bledi, Bledi, Bledi, Bledi Bledigirl ♪
♪ In your car You only listen to Bledi, Bledigirl ♪
♪ I haven't turned the page I showed them the book ♪
♪ What friends Me, there is no fake in my box ♪
♪
Your video has over 200,000 views.
Has your cousin been making music a long time?
Sarah?
We surprised you in the act of concealing evidence. That's very serious.
Do you want to talk to me?
Sarah?
I didn't want to interfere in your investigation.
I just wanted to keep my name out of things.
Farid adored Naima, but he never would've accepted
posting videos on the internet.
-She made videos and you covered for her.
Is that right?
-Rap was her dream.
When she released her music video, we thought it would get 50 views.
But it was a hit.
There was even a club manager
who proposed she make an album.
You won't say anything to my family, huh?
How could you hide such a thing?
Do you realize what you did?
-She meant no harm.
♪ Bledi, Bledi, Bledi, Bledi, BlediGirl ♪
♪ In your car you only listen to BlediGirl ♪
♪ Bledi, Bledi, Bledi, Bledi, BlediGirl ♪
♪ In your car you only listen tp Bledi... ♪ girl.
I've heard from National Forensics.
The victim's computer is inoperable, the murderer did too much damage.
Or--'the murderess.'
-Or the murderess, yes.
But more likely 'the murderer, '
given that barely 12% of homicides annually are committed by women.
-And we can do better.
-During your absence, Daphne was named Officer for
Discrimination & Psychosocial Hazards for the entire department.
We're all delighted.
I have complete information on interconnected issues.
Don't hesitate to come and see me if you are discriminated against
in relation to your ethnicity, your sexual orientation,
the color of your skin...
or your age.
Right, I have something new.
Apparently the victim had signed a contract with a manager;
Stanislas de la Boisseliere.
Daphne; Can you find me his contact details, please?
-He shaved his beard. -Ah!
-Um, Morgane? Your new contract. -Yes!
Not too soon, I must say.
It's like seeing you naked, it's disturbing.
-That's right, that's what it is!
-Whoa, hey! No, no, no, no, wait!
There's a mistake!
You're paying me 30 percent less? What is this scam?
-Let me see.
No, it's the correct amount.
Well yes. After leaving your post, Timothee was recruited to replace you.
The budget is limited.
-He's replacing me?
The guy's at Reception! What's that to do with anything?
-Actually, you should be happy High-Voltage Jerome isn't back from
burnout, otherwise you wouldn't have an office.
Take it or leave it, Morgane.
I don't even have a desk!
I'm at the bad end of the window!
Not even double-glazing, I'll freeze my ass off.
Yeah, I signed Naima 3 months ago.
I spotted her on the social networks, I was amazed.
A simple, effective flow. A one of a kind.
We had a coffee, I signed her.
-Are you managing her career?
-Career, social networks, her "life too"!
I'm a manager who's at the service of my talent.
-The t-shirt order. They request confirmation.
-Ok, I'll look at it later, huh? Thanks.
Advertising Naima's death?
-We're printing a few t-shirts as a tribute. We owe her that.
-Hmmm!
-€35 a shirt, that's indeed an honor.
-Say, I was wondering,
How do you recruit? For your label.
To tell you the truth,
I --in fact-- Have always had a thing about singing.
So I was thinking...
if there was a way...
-huh?
-Huh? -No need to answer.
So if I understand correctly,
you know about the entirety of Naima's life.
Is there anyone who would want to harm Naima?
-The problem is always the entourage.
-Mm-hmm. Indeed.
Before she met me, Naima was going out with a guy from her project.
Between us, a loser.
He sort of helped her compose the beat to 'Bledigirl.'
When she signed with me, he started a fuss.
♪ Yeah yeah yeah yeah! ♪
♪ Yo yo yo! ♪
♪ This is the story of a lover who got too pushy ♪
♪ Pah pah pah paaaaaah! ♪
♪ Pah paaaaaah! ♪
-What sort of 'fuss'?
-He learned I paid Naima an advance.
So he started harassing her to get his share.
I advised him to drop it.
♪ He wanted his moolah She said to him: 'Get outta here' ♪
♪ Get outta here ♪ Pah paaaaaah! ♪
-And, uh...
and this advance, how much was it?
-15,000, "all cash."
-15,000euros?
The victim's school friends say his name is Alan Rénal, 22.
A real altar boy, drug trafficking
convictions since he was 12.
And, he didn't go to
his judicial review this morning. I'm sending you his photo.
-Does he live alone? -Yeah. I'll send you the address,
Don't introduce yourself to the neighborhood, it's creepy.
-Ok, noted. Thanks, Daphne.
♪ She's got, she-♪
Fucking shit...
Aw, I've got no battery.
-My charger's right there.
-It doesn't matter. -You don't want to charge your phone?
-No, I'll do it at home, it's fine.
♪ This girl's a star ♪
♪ And the guy can't stand it ♪
♪ nah, nah, nah-nah ♪
-Morgane, use the charger, I have a spare.
-You have everything twice.
-What does that mean exactly?
-Nothing.
That's all it was, believe it or not.
♪ "Too persistent, baby, too persistent" ♪
This is where Alan lives.
Except I haven't seen him for 2 days.
-Thank you, madam.
-I'll bring you the keys. -Very well, thank you.
Don't touch anything without gloves, Morgane.
-'Oooh!'
-Morgane?
♪ ...cuz the guy was putting on his gloves ♪
♪ He made you no, no, no Honey, you're mistaken ♪
What?
Oh! The manager's €15,000.
-He stole it.
♪ This is the story of a fool ♪
♪ who wanted to play the B-G, ♪ ♪ ♪ Probably 'Beau Gosse' Handsome
♪ he thought he was Superman ♪ Probably 'Beau Gosse' Handsome
♪ I went yum, yum, yum Over this here croque-madame ♪
♪ I raise the mayo Yeah, I raise the mayo ♪
♪ I saw you yesterday, organic chicken♪ -Ah! ♪
Morgane, is there something you want to tell me?
-Huh? What?
-Is that song about me?
-Ego much? Come back down, Karadec,
you're not the center of the world.
♪ You thought he was nice because he wore a kepi ♪
♪ But he had contempt ♪
♪ Went off you like you're debris, well-♪
-Oh, okay, fine, fine, I get that it's about me!
-Y'know what? Yeah.
But as long as we're talking about you, you're-
you-you're-
you made me-you-
you-
Drop it.
Hey big guy, up there! A question--that alright?
-Go away. -Hey!
We'll get along, us two!
You're lookout for the neighborhood guys?
I'm looking for one of your colleagues.
-His name's Alan, do you know him? -Don't know him, go away.
-Okayyy, whoa!
Excuse my interest, huh?
WOOD-FIRED PIZZAS
Hold on, I've got a proposition for you.
You tell me where Alan is, and me, in exchange,
won't tell my cop friends to search the pizza truck. Deal?
No, because the delivery boxes they use,
we found two of them at Alan's place.
On one was written 'Magarita, ' on the other 'Peperoni, '
but inside were calzones.
Okay, that was bothering me.
But given the amount of cash the delivery guys give the cook,
I say there must not be Parma ham in there--if you see what I mean?
"Ciao," Alan!
See you later.
-Huh? So where's Alan? -Hey, ma'am!
You got a problem with my little brother?
No problem. No!
-She figured out the code.
I'll be going.
I don't-no-Hey! Wait-normally I know-
-Police Nationale! 'Thank you again for-'
Noooo, that's nothing! Nooo...
-No! I'm a consultant! -'Police Nationale'?
-What are you to them? -It's my colleague!
-The cops!
-Come on, start it. -Where have you been?
-I'll tell you, start it!
-Right. Morgane, this can't go on, we need to talk.
-We'll talk about it another time, because I'm going to miss the children's bath time,
other things in life are important too! Come on, go! Go, go.
-Where is she? -There she is!
She's there!
Let's get her!
Come back!
Bitch!
-Hold on, 30% less? -Like I said!
And wait, I investigated.
Picture this; Timothee, who is Category B,
is better paid than me! It's no use!
Hold on, someone's at the door.
-I'm going. Kisses! -Kisses, mom.
Good evening.
-Good evening, Morgane.
-Uh...?
-Thanks.
I'm sorry,
I... hadn't planned on-I've nothing in the fridge.
-That's perfect, thank you.
Er... Okay...
you wanted to... see me?
...
-Yes. ...
I wanted to make time to have a discussion with you, Morgane.
Now that you're working with Adam again, I thought it's time.
-For?
I owe you an apology.
-An apology? For...?
For investigating the file on Romain.
I abused my position and violated your privacy,
-Ohhhh! -...and inappropriate.
-Woooo!
-Severely! Ha! -Yes, it was inappropriate!
-Uh... it was super inappropriate!
At the same time, it allowed me to find out that he had become...
So I guess we're...
we're even? Huh?
Oh, this shitty faucet!
In any case, Adam was very affected by your leaving the police.
... Uh...
-But every time I tried raising the subject--whew!
He was completely closed.
-It was impossible to-oh, let me. -Okay... you work it.
-There! -Ah, well. Well!
-There!
-Ha! -Perfect.
-It feels good to put this to rest.
-Yesss!
-For good.-Yesss>
Seriously! Yesss!
-That's better. -Mmm.
About that; I almost missed your return.
Adam hadn't told me.
-Funny, huh? -It's funny.
I think so too.
So dramatic! I think so too.
-Hey.
-Yeah.
-Yeah.-Mmm.
-Like he was scared! -Huh?
-I dunno, -Huh?
-I dunno, as if there happened to be
something between you.
And he couldn't tell me!
-Yeah, no!
Uh...
-Yeah, Ok, I kissed him.
Ok, Ok-but he pushed me away.
It was nothing of consequence.
I was already really upset about Romain and all that.
-Mmm. -I dunno, bewildered.
-Mmm. -Like a wall. And, uh,
of no consequence. A non- -'event.' Alright.
-'event.' Alright.-Obviously!
-You wanted to kiss him, and nothing happened.
-You wanted to kiss him, -Nothing! And nothing happened.
-You wanted to kiss him, -Nothing! And nothing happened. Nothing!
Really-- nothing to talk about,
-Good! -really!
-At last!-Yeah! Whew!
What is this?
-What's that?
-A calzone.
I just passed the state inspection.
Roxane! Are you okay? Alright?
Fine, alright. You alright?
Me, I'm fine too. I'm alright. If anyone's interested.
Don't do this to me every 6 months!
Yeah.
It was me who was the target, if you care.
-What happened? What are you doing here?
-Why am I here.
Morgane saw someone prowling her street.
She tried calling you,
then thought you were with me, and called me.
-I tried a dozen times! You never answer?
-Well...
I have no missed calls, Morgane.
Are your children alright?
-Yes, they're at their father's they're fine.
On the other hand,
I'm in a state of shock, she saved me. Is there psychological-
-Who could've done this?
-I don't know...
There was that little gang of kids,
but I don't see them doing this.
-What 'gang'?
-Well, Alan's gang! This afternoon, in the project.
I tried to blackmail a dealer for info on Alan, but...
-Blackmail a dealer? Are you crazy?
-He couldn't have been 12! How could I know
that he had armed brothers too?
-They always have them!
-How could they have your address? -I don't know!
Well, maybe, the guy found my work contract,
and was surprised at the amount of my salary!
Excuse me, that really has nothing to do with it.
It's gonna cost me a fortune to put you under protection!
So now Timothee's part of the team,
you have to share a salary. That's how it is!
Right? What's the story with this gang?
-What happened in the project, Morgane?
Backup, we need backup.
Come on, come on, where's backup?
Weapons, drugs.
But no Alan.
Alan?
What were you doing in the trunk?
-Nothing, just messing around with friends.
-Were your friends looking for this?
Did you steal it from Naima before strangling her?
15,000 euros.
The amount she was paid when she signed with her manager.
-It's a motive. -I didn't do anything to her.
I stole that money for her.
-I don't understand.
-By signing, she got an advance.
We'd never seen so much money.
She freaked out.
She burned through it all on clothes and partying. I told her to stop, Ok?
She didn't deliver an album. The agent wanted the money back!
She had nothing left.
-She had to repay the advance?
-Nothing gets by you, 'Columbo'!
She had to!
Her manager said he would tell her parents everything,
but they knew nothing.
He wanted it in 48 hours.
He wasn't going to understand.
-Hold on
You stole that money from your drug dealer friends
to pay off her debt? Is that what you're saying?
-Is that what you're saying? -Yes!
Except they picked me up.
She thought I'd abandoned her.
But it wasn't fucking true!
She went to see Stan without money,
all alone.
You understand?
-Tell me, Daphne, you're the Officer for Discrimination-
-Yes! -and Psychosocial Hazards, blah blah.
Uh, you said you know about labor law? Dismissals and all that?
-A little, yeah.
-Okay, well: An exercise of form, huh?
-Like, say, imagine that you wanted fire someone from the police.
How would you do it?
-It's not complicated. If it's a woman,
Well, er, if she's expecting, you wait until her maternity leave,
take away all of her main duties,
and then cut her from the budget.
Yeah, alright. But now what if it's a man?
-Early retirement. Is he over 50?
-No. Not really, no.
-Well that's it, Morgane. A cisgender man under 50 is...
'saddled with desires.'
With luck, just wait and there'll be a resignation or serious misconduct.
-Okay.
What kinds of 'serious misconduct'?
-Are you alright? -Sorry, it's not you,
it's not you, it's just-
the noise from your stamping,
it sounds so much like shots from a Kalashnikov that
takes me back to my trauma.
Did you hear what happened last night?
-Oh my god. Luckily you weren't hurt.
-'Weren't hurt'? 'Weren't hurt' you say?
I say 3mm to the left, and...
-Yeah, it's dangerous work.
-What we do is extremely dangerous, Timothee.
-Mm-hmm. Yes.
-It could happen to any one of us!
Celine... Daphne... Gilles... you!
-No, but I'm at Reception, it's alright.
-Precisely! You're on the front line! Every day!
No no no, we must change the internal system. We have to, Ok?
Yeah, I have a plan, make a note.
I'll give you a list of the materials you'll need.
Here, take this. So, Cardboard.
-Cardboard.
-A white sheet.
-Uh, who are you? -Sorry,
it's just that I've been waiting half an hour, there's no one at Reception.
I'm looking for Ticket Services, can you help me?
-Over there. -Er, where?
-There. -It's there, yes.
-Opposite that man.
-Ok, thanks. -Yeah, yeah.
-What was that? -No idea.
Yeah?
-Yeah, I'm here but I don't see you.
-Yeah, no-I'm coming, yeah,
start without me, I'm stuck in traffic.
Start without me, I'm stuck in traffic.
Go ahead. Second floor, end of the hall.
You can get the elevator over there.
What's happening at Reception? Where's Timothee?
No idea!
-Yes? -You got authorization for a protest?
Because I don't feel like I'm completely welcome.
Well of course, that proves the message,
they're angry, they're not prepared.
They'll wake up tomorrow.
-Put down your sign, right now! -Ok! Ok Ok Ok!
-Take that off! Hands where I can see them!
-I'm doing this for you!
He's got a gun!
-Uh-Timothee? Timothee?
-Gilles? There's a suspect in custody.
Morgane, Naima's manager is on the move.
You on duty? Come on.
That's good, alright.
Smells like salmon with sorrel.
-Yoooo! Hi Stan!
Hey, nice!
Can you give me one? Huh? Oh!
Your new star?
Naima turned out to be a drain on your pocketbook, huh?
-Naima? She was my queen!
-My star. -Cut the crap.
She squandered her advance without putting out a title.
-Karadec? Take a look at this.
-Uh-huh. You figured out she was taking you for a ride.
It was falling apart. Hold on, that's crazy!
What's she doing?
-1-2, 1-2! Alvaro at the microphone!
Featuring Stan! "Psychoooooo"!
Look! Reverb and everything, I love it!
♪ The guy does it all, but you get what you pay for ♪
♪ You know you freak me out-♪
-You believe this? What is she doing?
-She's working. -This is her job?
♪ You're ready to kill for your merch'! ♪
♪ You print t-shirts and say it's in tribute, but ♪
♪ They're from China Did you think about the time difference? ♪
♪ You ride the wave ♪
T-SHIRT INVOICE ♪ You talk about 'anticipation' ♪
3:03 PM -8 HOURS AHEAD ♪ But in court we say 'premeditaion'! ♪
♪ We say 'premeditation.' ♪
♪ Premeditation. ♪
♪ Premeditated, premeditated-♪
-So...
Your t-shirt order. You confirmed it at 3 pm Beijing time--
Which is 9 pm French time, with the time difference.
An hour before we told you about Naima's death.
What happened?
Kill your rising star, create some buzz, bring in some cash?
-No, that's not what happened, I-
-Well? I'm listening.
-I pressured Naima for the album, it's true.
But for 3 months she just delivered shit. And I-
I lost patience--but I didn't kill her.
-Then why did you order the t-shirts?
With a knife? Just before Naima's death.
-It was for her new song!
The day of her death she came in to have me finally hear it.
It was great, the bomb!
It was like #MeToo,
She wrote with guts about the life she lived.
I believed in the song, so I ordered some merch' with a bit of dark vibe!
-What made it about #MeToo?
Naima wrote a song that talks about sexual abuse.
A song about rape?
-Yeah, that's right. And the manager said it's autobiographical.
-If she was about to publicly denounce her rapist, we have a motive.
-Exactly. -Do you have the song?
-That's the problem. She came with a USB key so her manager could hear it,
and she left with it.
We decided to come back to the crime scene
to look for it, maybe we missed something.
-Oh please! Buffalo leather.
-Very well, keep me informed. -See you soon.
-No, please! My blood pressure!
It's a furry, pink USB key!
-Meh.
-That is obstruction of justice! It's very serious!
-What? I never saw a key!
-Find it? ...
-No, it's not it. -No?
-Don't disturb things, huh?
If I can help... ...
-Huge!
Seriously, you can help us.
Ok, which of your babies has pica?
-Has what?
-The serial sucker, which one is it?
-Morgane?
I don't understand.
-'Pica'--
'--is an eating disorder that causes people and animals
to eat stuff-!'
They ate it.
"Voila!"
'It comes from the Latin for magpie-'
-which is an animal known to eat anything.
So, it could be--well I dunno,
wool, a piece of curtain, shoelaces.
Anything, especially... especially... If it's made of fur.
Like the USB key.
'Statistically, pica is common in Siamese cats.'
I'm thinking Cleopatra ate the evidence.
Yowl
-Can we see Cleopatra's feces?
-She's constipated.
A demonstration in front of the station. Which is covered by the anti-terror plan.
Do you have only two brain cells, or what?
Get back to work!
We'll settle this later.
Well, the Prefect refuses to pay for Morgane's protection.
We'll have to improvise.
Commander, you can handle it tonight.
-Uh...
Actually, I had plans to...
Ok. I'll organize it myself.
-Very well! Ok. I'll organize it myself.
Now then: The victim's Me Too song, where are we on that?
I have to call the prosecutor back.
-We've had a setback. -How so?
The song is on a USB key, and the USB key is in
In-
-The cat's ass. In- -The cat's ass.
-There.
-Are you joking?
Waiting for a cat to poop to advance the investigation?
-Yes.
-Very well. Okay.
Timothee!
-Yes Commissioner?
-Get me every poop from this cat tomorrow morning.
If a single one is missing, say goodbye to your police career.
Is that clear?
-Sorry.
I didn't have your courage. Bravo.
-Here.
You'll be fine.
The canteen has ristrettos.
Be brave, Brigadier.
Morgane, where are you going?
-I'm getting my bus.
-You're going home? You heard Celine,
you can't go home alone.
-I'm not alone, I'm taking the bus, I told you.
-Morgane, they tried to kill you!
We haven't neutralized the whole gang, right?
It's fine. I'll manage, okay?
I'll manage!
-Oh, Ok, you'll manage. Like last night?
-What are you talking about?
-Why did you call Roxane?
I'm not a fool, you knew very well I was already attached.
-That's your problem?
That I fuck shit up?
I didn't call Roxane.
She came to my place.
Don't worry, I put it all on me,
she thinks you're a sensational guy.
-I see...
Is it that I stayed with Roxane?
-No, it's not Roxane, you're the problem!
-What? -It's you!
It's you!
It was you who kissed me at the worst time of my life,
and you behave like it's the dumbest thing
that you've ever done!
And that day I realized I screwed up with Romain, 15 years ago.
And now I've screwed up with you.
-I'll ask Gilles to sleep at yours. You wait here for him.
-Right, call Gilles, yeah.
Right. Okay lovers, I'm off.
Just for your information, I don't sleep here,
so make as much noise as you want.
-See you later, Roxane. -See you later, good night.
-How are you? You hardly spoke during dinner.
-Uh... Sorry-yes, yes, going as usual.
Yes, it's-Yes, it's fine!
No-ah... actually, I want to talk to you about something.
-Okay, Roxane, I swear_ -Wait, I'm not finished.
-Okay.
-Yeah, I...
I got a job in Paris.
-A job? -Yes, I did the final interview.
It's an adjutant's position with Police Nationale internal affairs,
and other stuff. And, uh...
-they chose me. -Wow!
-That's great! -Ah!
-Why didn't you tell me before?
-Oh, I wanted to check 2 or 3 things first.
-L-like what?
-A long-distance relationship isn't easy.
But I think
we both make it work, right?
What do we think?
-I think it's great.
-It's good? -Well yeah!
Here's to your job. You deserve it.
Cheers!
-Gilles, stop that, they're playing hide-and-seek in the jacuzzi!
Come on, come on!
-Hey-will you come if I wear my dog ears? -I'm keeping watch!
-No Gilles, they arrested all those guys!
Look, I got you a non-alcoholic beer too!
'Oh, I wanted a four-cheese pizza,
and I'm full of Gorgonzola!'
Eat me, Gilles!'
-Well, 5 minutes and that's it. -Ha!
'I'm famished'
-I'm so happy, let's party! -Yeah, yeah!
-So then, here's what's happening
Cassandra has made an alliance with Tiffany.
However, Tiffany was going out with Alan, who cheated on her
with-with a saucy-
Hear that?
-Gilles, the calzone is back. -Ssssh!
-Gilles-wait, don't leave me alone!
Oh fuck! Holy cow!
-Serge?! -He put out my shoulder!
-Mr. Alvaro, I'm sorry, I mistook you for a psychopath, I'm sorry!
-No no no no! Don't apologize, it's not worth it.
-What're you doing here? -I came to see my grandchildren-Ow!
-Stop it. What're you doing here?!
On the street? Looking for a place? I'm warning you!
Everything is wrong this week, someone wants my head, my friend!
-We have to prevent swelling, I'll get you some ice.
-No! No, it's fine, I care about him, but don't do anything.
Pay attention, huh? Keep an eye on him.
-Can you give me your jacket? -Yes, of course, of course.
-Put it under my head? -Sorry.
-Sorry!
I'm so embarrassed!
Hey!
Catch!
Well! Your shoulder is fine.
Good, you'll be able to go home.
Come on, go.
Help me?
Ouch.
-Come on, get out. -I'll clear off.
Morgane...
I wanted to say
I made mistakes, Ok?
But I'd like to be part of your life.
I miss you, I miss you and
Eliott, Thea, Zoe...
-'Chloe.'
-Chlo-Chloe. -Listen to me good:
If you ever come back, I'll buy a gun and shoot you..
-Yes, alright. -Anything to say?
-It's going to hurt some.
-What?
-How do you cut ties so easily?
You know, Morgane, when...
when you left 6 months ago,
I wanted it.
Then you came back, I was so happy to see you again that I forgot,
I remembered, and just got even angrier.
I realized that...
I was mad at you because...
I missed you.
It's hard to forgive someone who hurt us.
But generally it's worth it.
-Good morning! -Good morning.
-'Morning.
-Good morning.
-How are you, Gilles? -Fine, you?
-Yes. This is it.
I have the song.
-'Princess, ' the song that the manager was talking about.
♪ I felt so bad about myself ♪
♪ I've been given so many black dunce caps ♪
♪ And those who looked down on me ♪
♪ Didn't know my moods, no ♪
♪ And I looked up He was my sunshine by the way ♪
♪ He promised me the jackpot I should
have gone back to the black moon ♪
♪ I did everything to save time ♪
♪ He told me time is running out I didn't think ♪
♪ that I would suffer so much
He lured me into his marshes ♪
♪ I said "no, it's dead" ♪
♪ In this bed, in his arms I went from new to you know ♪
♪ He tells me that I'm strong And we abuse ♪
♪ only good things I wish I could do without ♪
-Her manager said it refers to a rape.
Did she ever file a complaint?
-Never. I also verified there were no calls to Victims Assistance.
-It's more than rape.
-How so? -Well, the verse;
'The moon, ' 'the sun, ' 'the weather.' It doesn't remind you of anything?
It doesn't rhyme. Mm-hmm.
-That isn't the goal.
It's a reference to the old tale, 'Donkeyskin.'
The skin, the colorful dresses
the heroine♪ asks her father for as a wedding gift. ♪ A PRINCESS
It references a dunce cap ♪ ♪ IN FRENCH, 'DONKEY'S HAT'
in that bar at the start of the song. ♪ IN FRENCH, 'DONKEY'S HAT'
There, look. Play it.
♪
There. ♪ I didn't think ♪
♪ that I would suffer so much He lured me into his marshes ♪
'Marais.'
♪ In this bed, in his arms I went from new to you know ♪
'Neauve.'
Jean Marais, Catherine Deneuve?
-Yes, actors in the film.
-What is the story about?
-A girl who hides under a skin-
-because her father wants to marry her. -There you have it.
Whoa.
-Gilles, will you summon Naima's father? -Yes, absolutely!
Did you know Naima made music?
-Mmm, no.
-Naima didn't speak to you about her musical activities?
Did she have secrets?
We have suspicions about Naima's father.
Could he have taken advantage of her?
Farid?
Abuse Naima?
He wouldn't. No, it's not possible. It's nonsense.
-No.
I just wanted to protect her sometimes, but it was out of love.
On the night Naima died, what time did he contact you?
Hold on, what are you saying?
That he killed her?
-I didn't want something to happen to her. Understand?
-The love of a father, or something more?
-No. Really, it's not possible. He's my brother.
-It's insane.
-Who's saying this? -Answer my question.
♪ Bledigirl. Bledigirl. ♪
♪ Bledigirl ♪
♪ It's Bledi--Bledi. ♪
♪ It's Bledi--Bledi It's Bledi ♪
♪ It calls me Bledi, it's the base ♪
♪ They saw me born here Still, it's not easy ♪
♪ They would like that I give them the pass ♪
♪ I aim for the fur Like a shell ♪
♪ Hood on the head You're against raptors ♪
-What's wrong with you?
I would never, never touch my daughter. Never.
-Tell me
You're Bledigirl, aren't you? Huh?
You wrote the song for your cousin.
She couldn't come up with something new for her manager.
She couldn't do it alone.
I'm imagining she went through your stuff,
and took the story from you--
'Princess'?
The one where you tell what your father did to you.
Only this story you didn't want to share, not with anyone.
Am I wrong?
-She searched my notebooks.
I told her not to take it.
She didn't listen.
She said she would credit me as the creator.
What she had was my text as a witness.
-She didn't understand what the song was saying.
No
-I told her to stop. She got angry.
She wanted to know why I wouldn't help her.
I couldn't tell her.
I grabbed her around the neck.
When I stopped, she was...
I'm sorry.
I am so sorry. I didn't want to.
I swear,
I swear I didn't want to.
Sarah confessed to murdering her cousin.
Given the circumstances, the matter of determining premeditation
will be made by a psychiatric expert.
-And her father? -In custody.
It will take time, but
I think she'll file a complaint against him.
-Let's hope there's a trial.
Well? So?
Where's the new guy? Hey, don't laugh!
One little demonstration and Bam--he's gone!
-Timothee?
-Don't worry about him. He's at your place. -What?
-Yes! He's handling your protection tonight.
The two of you can continue discussing
the security conditions of my police station.
And yes, about your raise: It's a no.
Good evening, Morgane.
-You found a charger?
-Yes, it's yours.
I'll return it tomorrow.
-Yes, okay.
-Oh-Karadec, uh...
I wanted to tell you, uh...
-I'm listening.
-It doesn't suit you, not having a beard.
See you tomorrow.
-Well.
-Good evening, Morgane.
I entered in order to secure your residence.
I tidied up a bit.
You're probably hungry, I made you a salad.
If-if you want, we can order Japanese-
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