Yes?
No way!
What?; You weren't consenting?
Sssh! Don't say anything. Yes? Hello? Morgane, hello?
Is Timothee there?
No, I'm not with Timothee, why would I be with Timothee?
But he was your protection, right?
I'm going to report myself.
I abused your emotional vulnerability. I won't create fear-
No! Yes, he was indeed here, but he left a while ago.
He left?
That's not procedure! The detail stays with-
No one is going to denounce themselves, so hush.
Sssh!
Ssssh!
You were saying?
I'm coming to pick you up.
Why're you picking me up?
We have a crime scene!
No no no, that won't work for me,
No, I'm not-x♪
x♪
Shit, shit, shit, shit-
I have no excuse.
I acted like a predator.
I will take the consequences.
No. No no, it's me who jumped on you.
But, I don't want Gilles finding you naked in my bed.
So here we go, come on, move!
Come on, let's go, let's go, let's go!
Come on.
Oh fuck, it's my ex! Okay... What?
Uh-the closet! The closet! Hide!
Don't move, stay in here, come on. You're not here.
I'll be back.
Come on... Hey! What a nice surprise!
-Ha-ha!
Ha-ha! Ha-ha!
Weren't you supposed to be staying at Ludo's?
I forgot my notebook. -Oh, yeah. Well of course.
Hi Morgane! Do you have an aspirin?
Chloe is kind of warm. -Wooooo! Great, huh?
No, it's not great. I say she has a fever.
Have you seen my jacket? No! No! Nooo.
Because, the weather said it'll be -1°C today,
so you'll freeze your ass off.
Go get your down jacket from your room, okay?
So-an aspirin? -Yes.
In the bathroom. Yes.
In the bathroom. -Okay.
Mama?
I bet you forgot your notebook in the kitchen.
Go.
Are you kidding me? Didn't you get dressed?
Sorry, it would've made noise.
Quick, get out.
We'll meet later, huh?
Ah! Oh fuck, it's Gilles. Shit.
Hey!
Wow. Ha! Well then.Uh...
Embarrassing. I love it. Uh,
We won't trouble you kids...
Well... We're going.
No! Because...
Best of luck.
It's-Good morning, sir.
Bye.Nice to meet you. Bye, Hello.
Oh, it's Gilles!
How are you?
Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! EEYAAH!
Hey! Eey! Hahh!
Yes! Timotheewasuh, was just leaving.
I'm leaving. Thank you. There.
Goodbye! Bye! But...
See you later. Well yeah!
No, but Timothee was improper nevertheless.
He's supposed to be providing close protection to a colleague,
not walk around her place naked!
Gilles, don't make a fuss over a slip-up, huuh?.
Why'd you say he'd gone, when he was in your house naked?
Hey, Karadec! We are here!
3x04-BENFORD'S LAW- The death was last night.
He was stabbed twice. Given the position of the body,
I think he had to have been pushed from a vehicle.
For the moment we have no way of knowing his identity.
We didn't find a wallet or mobile.
Are we putting out a call for witnesses to ID the body?
Shall I talk to Céline about it? Afterwards,
did he sleep in your bed, or...?
What? Gilles, I slept with him, okay?
What? -Mmmp!
Do you have something? -No, it's that Morgane-
Yes! Yes, I discovered
the identity of the victim, indeed!
If you talk, I'll tear your eyes out and shove them up your nose, 'kay?
We're listening, Morgane. -So, right
It's a man, it's a...
a white man.
And I would even say he is a brown man.
Uh, about 40 years old.
Hold on...
Oh, no: He's in his 50s.
You know why? Look here
the scar on his arm, that's the smallpox vaccine.
first vaccine to be invented at the end of the 18th century
by "Edward Jen-ner."
Doctors used a 2-pointed needle for the innoculation, leaving an ugly scar.
So as a result, we stopped vaccinating in 1979.
So, he was born before then.
Okay, anything else? Uhhhh...
something else. Uh... Well, yes! Yes!
Look there; the left arm is more muscular than the right.
Does that remind you of anyone? -No.
Fifteen Forty.
-Rafael Nadal.
Yes!
Hey, so your stiff played tennis at a high level.
Oh jeez! Something even better! Wait, this is better.
I have a cork key chain!
It's ugly, but super practical if our keys fall in the water.
That reminds me, did I ever tell you about me and the Swedish skipper?
When I was a waitress? No.
His name was Carl, and he was...
He was very handsome.
He had this thing, he was really...
It was messed up between us.
In short, your guy had a boat. SHIP HORN
I tracked down the victim. Yvan Desfard,
organizational consultant, 52, ranked 2nd in his level
by the Tennis Federation,
boating license since 1999,
and owner of a red convertible valued at €45,000.
Ok, thanks Daphne. I'm sending you his address.
Ok, the victim owned a luxury car.
Carjacking could be an explanation.
It fuckin' does.
Yes, hello?
Mrs. Alvaro, this is Francine from the daycare.
Yes?
I'm calling because your daughter has a fever.
The owner doesn't want her infecting the other children.
She doesn't? I'm surprised, yes,
this morning she was in fine form. -Yes, but not here.
You have to pick her up.
Yeah, so I'll have to find a solution,
as usual.
Oy, I'll call you back.
Is it your daughter? -No...
Morgane, if she's sick, I'd prefer you stay home.
She's not sick, she's in fine form!
Stop being paranoid!
Ok. You sure?
Yeah, Ludo? It's me. Could you do me a little favor,
can you go pick up Chloe?
No, it's not possible.
Did he cough? I'm feeling really bad.
O-kay! I'll call you back-love you!
Did he cough?
What a hypochondriac.
No no! No! We're going to freeze our asses off
because of your mental illness! Because your daughter's sick!
Yvan Desfard has lived here alone since his divorce.
Aha! The boat!
Classy, right? Huh?
How good would I look on that?
What are you doing?
No, Morgane-Morgane, come down from there.
Sssh! I'm looking for clues! No, get down Morgane!
This is my house, I take what I want!
You don't have the right! It was for our wedding!
It's breaking-in!
-It's my house! -Not anymore!
Cmdr. Karadec of the Judicial Police. Can you explain what's going on?
Yes. Delphine Lacroix, I live next door.
I was leaving to go shopping, and I saw her entering to rob Mr. Desfard.
There's his vase!
He can die with it!
Are you his ex-wife? Can we talk?
What was your relationship like?
Two years ago our divorce was pending.
It was going badly.
He lied to the judge to keep the house.
He doesn't pay support for our son.
I just wanted to be compensated.
You were very much in conflict.
I didn't kill him, if that's what you're getting at.
My son and I haven't seen him for months.
Into your arm, Morgane. -What?
You may be symptomatic and contagious.
Karadec, it's dust, okay?
Speaking of dust,
where did your ex-husband live?
I tell you this about that nest, because, last year
Eliott wanted to be an ornithologist. -Her son.
I studied all the species in the region-up, down, and across.
All that to say that this nest is a nest of a redstart.
They have a nest
of a cave type.
These small, well-protected spaces are quite their thing.
Only, their mating period was 3 months ago.
If the nest is still there,
it means no one's been living in this shack.
Did your husband live somewhere else? -No.
All his things are here.
Could someone have been upset with him?
You haven't spoken to anyone from his work?
Excuse me, please, we must respect
alphabetical order! 'Sylvain Archer'!
'Archer' with an A? 'Archer'? -Pardon.
'Archer, Sylvain!' -Yeah, that's me.
Can someone help me? -Your ID, please.
What is this chaos?
Daphne summoned everyone who could have
a grudge against our victim.
He was a cost-cutting advisor,
he's gotten hundreds of people fired.
We have to filter, Daphne!
But I've already limited it to death threats!
Nice, huh?
Ms. Alvaro, it's 1 pm, I'm notifying you
to come get your daughter.
Ms. Alvaro, it's Francine again from daycare,
Chloé now has a temperature of 38.5°,
you know we can't give her paracetamol.
Here you are!
I made you a coffee. I told myself that, uh...
My oh my, looks like that wasn't a good call.
You know I'm here if you have a problem, right?
Hey, look at me; Now we are two.
Yeah... Yeah, well... um...Timothée,
um, we slept together, was fun
-You thought so too? -Yeah, no, don't interrupt me.
Uh, well...
We... got together... see,
but that doesn't mean...
Yvan Desfard owner of a red convertible valued at €45,000.
Hoooo!
Hands in the air!
Face down, on the hood! Hands behind your back!
What do you want?
It wasn't clear?
What's happening? I don't give a fuck.
Hey, I've been waiting for an hour.
Your colleague told me that I could go.
That was before we discovered you robbed Yvan Desfard.
What is this bullshit?
-Your watch, your convertible, your phone.
They belonged to Yvan Desfard. We checked.
Can you explain that? -Hold on.
It's a mistake. It's not possible.
Five years ago you were fired by Yvan Desfard, as part of a downsizing.
Am I wrong?
After that, you started drinking.
You lost custody of your son.
This man destroyed your life.
That's what you wrote in your email threat.
Wait, are you accusing me?
It's ancient history.
I didn't do anything to him.
Then why do you have his things? What 'ancient history'?
I was given them. Ok?
The convertible I found 3 weeks ago in my driveway,
With the keys in the ignition.
The phone and watch were in the glove box.
There was a note 'For Mr. Archer.' It wasn't signed.
I've never got a lot of gifts in life, so I kept them.
That's the truth. -You want me to believe
that all these things landed in front of your house by chance? Huh?
Well yeah.
It doesn't hold up.
A guy finds a convertible in front of his house and asks no questions.
You'd have to be really dumb to show up at the cops in a stolen car, right?
You aren't wrong.
Did you call Desfard's office?
Yeah, they called me back. He resigned 6 months ago.
Really? He resigned to go where?
-That's what... -We need to find out why
and if the situationno! -Timothee!
...maybe the investigation we're conducting, because you-
Morgane?
Oh, sweetie, there you are! -Sorry, I've tried everything,
she's not calming down.
Are you kidding me? Listen, it's a crazy story,
can you imagine? There's asbestos at the daycare! So I said-
Get out!
She's my kid, I won't leave her there-No! Safety first!
Don't take me for a fool! Take her for a nap!
Look who it is!!
Celine! Good timing-everything's- My little princess!
Oh yeah, it's the princess, huh!
Were you upset? -Hello?
Are you taking good care of her? It's been a long time!
Oh yes! -Seriously?
Is there news? -Daphne is at Forensics.
They've analyzed the GPS of our victim's convertible.
Okay. Before going to Sylvain Archer,
it was parked in the same place for 6 months.
Where? -♪
You have arrived.
What are these screwed up directions of Daphne?
There's nothing here! Huh?
Kara', do you hear that?
Mm-hmm.
Holy cow!
Look!
Oh jeez, we're on Mars!
Fuck, they have a guru!
Hi.
"Namaste."
"Namaste," welcome to the ashram Om Shanti.
I'm Martin. Can I help you?
Yes!
Cmdr Karadec of the Lille Judicial Police.
We're seeking information on an 'Yvan Desfard.'
Does this name mean anything to you?
No, sorry.
And this face?
Ah-Anutapa.
'Anu' what?
'Anutapa.'
Karadec, here's the victim!
-He lived in a sect. -That's crazy!
Have Daphne see what's known about this ashram.
Yeah yeah, Ok, I'll find out.
-Have news? -Huh?
Any news?
Yes, the commander just told me Timothee had a life-change.
TimoTimothee?
Yvan! Yvan, our victim, frequented Morgane-
an ashram!
Are you alright, Gilles?
You're being weird. -No, not at all.
-Not at all. -You're being weird.
Wweird? Not at all. -You're sweating.
Really? I'm just confused
because the victim copulated on the sly. Meditated!
Quietly meditated.
Sometimes we lose the sense of, of...
-Yeah. -See you later.
Later.
Anutapa arrived 6 months ago.
He was lost, lacking landmarks.
Thanks to the Other Guide, he found the light.
'Other Guide'? -Arun.
'Arun.' Yes. He was born in Calcutta.
His father was a master, a swami.
He created this ashram to his impart wisdom to us.
-Morgane? -Yes?
Man, this isn't easy.
Could we see this Other Guide, please?
Not right now. He is in deep meditation.
Yeah, well, too bad.
Excuse me, master.
The police want to ask you about Anutapa.
You found his soul in pain.
Uh, yeah, on the pavement.
This is where he stayed after he arrived.
Where are his things?
Material attachment is one of the scourges of our society.
Oh yeah. Anutapa had injured many souls.
But introspection has elevated him.
'Anutapa'? Did you name him that?
Yes, we found it together.
It means 'the repentant.'
Morgane
I need to know what he was up to the last few days.
When did you last see him?
At the half moon. He left the ashram and never came back.
14 days. -Hey!
What's this?
Our accounts.
Everyone contributes to community life as they wish.
Yvan wanted to put his experience to good use.
To help us.
These letters, 'S work, A heart, X flesh'?
What do they mean?
They stand for 3 people whom he had hurt greatly.
He had undertaken a task to redeem
himself with them, on my advice.
And so who do the initials stand for?
S could very well be Sylvain Archer, who got the car.
That holds up. And the others?
A, the heart...
We have an idea, right?
These are your divorce papers. According to the lawyer,
your husband signed them 5 days ago.
They stipulate everything is left to you.
His stocks, his life insurance,
his inheritance, everything.
I don't understand.
He didn't give up for 2 years.
Why now?
Your ex-husband joined an ashram.
From his training, he decided needed forgiveness for his old life,
with 3 people in particular
The initials 'S,' for Sylvain Archer,
whose career he ruined;
'A,' the heart, is you, Alysson.
We're seeking to identify the third initial, 'X,' the flesh.
Does it suggest anyone?
Excuse me, Chloe, she's impossible.
She should be put to bed. -Yes, alright.
Don't hesitate to force the lock, it sticks.
And don't forget her Teddy bear, doll, blanket, etc
'The flesh...'
It could be one of his mistresses. Good luck finding out which.
Mom, please.
And you, Thomas; Does this 'X' suggest anyone to you?
That wristband;
I saw people wearing it at the ashram.
Your father gave it to you?
We met in a cafe, 15 days ago.
He didn't tell me about all this. -What?
He asked me not to say anything, you'd hold it against me.
You lied to me?
-After all he's done? -Stop talking bad about him.
He wanted to change. You didn't give him a chance.
Forgive me.
Let's find out who this "X" is. If Yvan wronged them,
he or she has a motive.
Celine?
You alright?
Yes, yes. Why?
You don't look well.
I feel a bit woozy.
But go ahead, I'm listening.
She had a spell, everyone has them.
Excuse me, commissioner,
I don't feel good,
do you mind if I go home and lie down?
Go on, go on.
Don't look at me like that.
It's flu season, what am I supposed to about it?
Morgane, you are irresponsible.
Your daughter is sick, tomorrow stay at home with her.
I don't want a cluster here at the PJ. THPPPPT
Celine...!
Celine?
A little nap will perk her up, okay?
Mom, once again, I'm asking you for a favor.
You only trust me with Chloe when she's sick.
No, I don't trust you with her only when she's sick!
But it it turns out if she's sick the daycare won't take her.
Do you understand the link? Can't you take an day off?
No, know what? I have to go, goodbye.
"Shit."
It smells super good! Hey!
-Hi mom. How are you?
-I'm alright. -Hi, my mermaid!
Heyyy!
Uh...
How is Chloe, alright ?
Yes, she ate very well,
before she threw up on me.
But that's Ok. Then she went to sleep.
In any case,
a big thank you for the babysitting, You have me...
-Hi Mom. -You saved me.
Say, your Timothee, there...
Yes, I know, it's super tacky, but I'm going to drop him, okay?
I'm dropping him. No way!
Look.
He fixed the dishwasher?
You fixed the dishwasher?
Uh... yeah, well,
it's temporary. Be careful when opening it.
And he changed the fridge bulb.
He defrosted the vegetable drawer and cleaned
my favorite t-shirt so it doesn't shrink.
Well, either you sleep with him again,
or I take care of it. Clear?
No; Hold on! Are you serious? -Yes!
It's a mess, but I promise to clean up when I'm done making dinner.
So, Timothee... There's a little too much garlic.
Fine...
Oh fuck, that's super good.
Do you want me to stay tonight?
If Chloe wakes up, I can handle her.
Well...
It would have been nice, but no. No no, because...
Did I tell you that you were extraordinary today?
No? Because, well, believe me, you were a-mazing.
There, that's been said.
Well, now...
Uh...
Timothee, we have to stop.
It's BS, you and me, it's not reasonable.
It's not reasonable, and it's absolutely not your fault,
it's not, it's mine, Timothee.
It's life. It's society, it's people
who will refuse this association.
If you think about it,
I am your colleague, that's a boundary.
Ethically, it does not pass muster.
I have 3 kids! Do you realize?
You think it's nice,
it's fun and all, but believe me, it's going to piss you off.
You understand?
You deserve better than that. Hey, don't you think so?
I know you deserve better.
Give me that, thank you.
I'll get rid of this for you.
But-you are awesome!
I telling youyou were confident -No worries.
-Yeah. - You're a cool guy.
"Yes!"
I'll go.
-But... uh... -Yeah.
You know, you'll thank me! -See you tomorrow.
You don't realize it, but it just doesn't suit me.
You don't blame me, huh?
It stinks.
What stinks like that?
An extraction of thyme and camphor.
Morgane gave the team the flu,
so I'm boosting my immune system. -Hmmm.
It feels like you're both here.
You have news of Roxane's interview? -Mm-hmm. It went well.
So? Is she going to Paris?
Yes, that's the idea.
Does it bother you?
Uh... no, it's a great opportunity.
I'm happy for her.
Well, that's great then.
I'm starting to get a stuffy nose.
Am I pale?
I'm going to Mom's.
You'll have 48 hours of relief.
Ok.
Can you hear me?
Yes! Yes!
Nobody's there.
We're here.
People?
We see you, Celine.People?
Ah!
Gilles, you think you're on holiday?
Sorry. My niece used my computer, how do I change it?
It's the icon on the bottom left, boomer.
Let's start, please, come on.
Where are you on the search for the mysterious 'X'?
How's it going?
Not well, actually.How's it going?
We contacted all of his relatives, none of their names begins with X.
It's not that common, but-
It's not that common, butFEEDBACK
It's not that common, but -Ah! Daphne?
Daphne, cut your mic, there's an echo.
No, it's not me.
Why aren't you on the same computer?
The Commander's potions make me nauseous.
They stink.
I spoke with ten 'Xaviers,'
2 'Xiaos,' and even a 'Xena.'
I drew a blank.
I have to do an update, right?
Celine, is there still coffee?
Yes, on the table.
Sorry. I'm ill, so Judge Caron
dropped by here to finalize a file.
Of course.
I I'll be right back.
Looking for your pants? In the bathroom. -Uh, Commissioner?
You haven't muted.
Shit!
This stuff is always bugging me!
The judge took off his pants,
he had a stain on them, actually...
I have a right to privacy! No comments!
Absolutely.I have a right to privacy! No comments!
Absolutely.It's 11am, where's Morgane?
It's 11am, where's Morgane?
Last I heard she's looking for
someone to watch her daughter.
Ah! -Morgane? What are you doing here?
You wanted to meet your grandchildren.
Well you know what? It starts today.
'Voila.' Chloe, may I present your grandfather.
Chloe. There. Good. All the stuff you need is in here.
Keep her alive until tonight, and maybe
maybe-you can meet her big brother. Okay?
When do I bring her back? -7 pm!
7 pm? -Oh, uh... uh
-She needs changing.
If she vomits on you, tell yourself that you deserved it.
Who has the code for the pro account? That's it, I'm fed up
Okay. It's not an X, it's a cross!
Morgane, stay back.
That thing in the notebook isn't an X,
it's a cross, American style.
Like in the States.
You've never been to California? -Not yet.
Lame! Seriously?
Well, neither have I. Right;
It is enough to have seen an episode of "Beverly Hills" to know
that there are 'X-ings' everywhere
on every corner: X-ing, X-ing, X-ing! Mm-hmm...
We don't in fact say 'zing.' Zing!
No, it's pronounced "cross-ing"
It's 'cross' in English, or, as we say: "croix."
"Croix" in English, yes. - "Croix" in English.
The X is an abbreviation!
Yvan did the same thing!
He put X to abbreviate a cross.
Or rather, 'the cross.'
'Delphine Lacroix,'
the neighbor who bickered with the ex-wife yesterday. Ok?
It's her. What was on the neighbor's car?
Seriously, Karadec?
Don't you look at everything around you? You don't observe!
That's crazy!
There was a disabled sticker, 'kay?
So, I stalked her socials online.
I learned she has a 12-year-old girl
with a disability for the last 6 months.
A sordid tale.
The kid got hit by a boat while swimming in a lake.
She had her spine completely screwed up.
Daphne? -Yes?
What do we have on the daughter?
Well, not much.
It was a hit and run, culprit unidentified.
It was March 16.
That's 3 days before Yvan resigned and went to the ashram.
So?
Are we going to question her?
It was 6 months ago.
Some walkers found Victoria by the lake.
She spent 3 days in a coma and when she finally woke up,
They told me she wouldn't walk again.
Excuse me.
I'm sorry about your daughter.
What sort of relationship did you have with your neighbor?
Yvan? -Yes.
Good.
We discovered in your account regular cash deposits
which don't correspond with your income.
Did Yvan give you money?
Yes. Yes, he was very affected by what happened to Victoria.
Medical expenses, work I was doing to adapt the house:
I couldn't manage it . He helped me.
I should have told you, but...
I have large bill-I need to get my daughter a new wheelchair.
Without him I won't be able to. -Ms. Lacroix,
I don't know how to say this; Yvan owned a boat.
We had Forensics examine it.
There are traces of an impact on the hull.
What?
Yvan is responsible for what happened to your daughter.
He was the one who hit her that day
He didn't give you money out of altruism.
No, it's not possible, he couldn't have done that.
-What happened the day before yesterday? -Nothing.
He told you the truth? You decided to get revenge for your daughter?
No, lots of people by the lake have boats. I didn't suspect him.
This is your calendar.
On the date of the murder 'Yvan' is written.
We did have an appointment that day.
He wanted to have dinner together.
He wanted to tell me something, something important.
So you saw him the night of the murder.
And he told you the truth. No. I waited, he never came.
I swear I didn't do anything.
I didn't kill him.
We'll have to call to verify that.
Now Ms. Lacroix, I'm taking you into custody
for investigation of the murder of Yvan Desfard.
It's tiny. 'One tablespoon
every 2 hours.' Good, it's marked.
It's right there. Enough with this guessing.
Or teaspoon? -No no no, '2 teaspoons.'
Yes, 'tea.' -You said 'table.'
It's the same. -No, they're not the same.
I've taken care of her since she was born,
I know what I'm talking about.
Henri? Why are you here?
I came for the rent,
and I found this weirdo trying to poison my little Chloe!
She's my granddaughter, shut your mouth.
Of course I-Pardon?
Shut your mouth!
-I mean, I said this thing- -He said 'shut your mouth'!
It's a syrup for adults! They're adult doses!
I was reducing the dose. Chloe, little poopy, how are you?
In my family, when a child was sick we always
put an onion under the mattress!
An onion!
Under the mattress!
Hey, listen! Listen to me!
'Presto, cured!'
'If it is influenza A,
the virus does not survive above 60 degrees.'
And so?
'Just have her sleep under a halogen lamp.'
Oh no!
Nobody's giving syrup, onion, or deadly UV to my daughter, Ok?
Hi! I'm back! What are we eating?
What the hell is he doing here? Will you calm down?
That's how you talk to your grandfather?
Lovely! Because I forgot and skipped her birthday.
Yeah, and you protected the guy who killed my father!
Well, actually, your fatheryour father...
Is dead and buried because of you! That's for sure!
-Period! -All right.
Enough!
The good news is Chloé no longer has a fever.
Ah! So I won't need you tomorrow.
So tomorrow, I'm free? Great! Mm-hmm.
Of course, it's great that she's better. Yeah, yeah, obviously.
Yeah, uh...
So I wanted to ask you something
you haven't forgotten to say something to Théa about Romain?
No. Stay out of it, Ok? -But...
He left because he didn't want her, she doesn't need to know.
'Ignorance is a necessary condition of human happiness.'
Anatole France.
Bonkers, that guy.
I followed his wishes, I didn't tell the truth about Romain.
I lied to you about Romain. I was wrong.
Right. What do you say?
No no no, don't touch that!
What's this you're up to, a little scam?
Tell me, because you'll get burned
if you don't follow Benford's Law. No, it's not mine.
They're the books of an ashram we're investigating,
Come on, put it away. These books are bogus. Nothing there.
-How so? -You want me to explain?
Well, yeah! -Uh, this here
If you take the numbers on the left, you see ones, twos, threes, etc.
Now we imagine that we see the numbers 1 to 9 at the same frequency.
The explanation is a mathematical trick.
Got it so far? -Because-Uhyes...
It was in 1938. An engineer, Benford,
collected a lot of numbers drawn from real life
Stock quotes, sports results, beer prices, all that.
He found that contrary to what one might think,
distribution of the numbers isn't equal.
Not at all, on the contrary.
For example, the number 1 appears 1 out of 3 times.
The number 2, 1 time out of 6. the 3, 1 time out of 8,
etcetera, up to number 9,
which doesn't even appear 1 in 20 times.
Oh yes? So in these books of yours,
there're as many 9's as 8's
as many 6's as 3's, 2's as 1's, 4's as 5's.
Therefore-
They're doctored! Well, yes.
Yeah yeah. Yeah. Yes, they're doctored! Yeah!
Does your police job pay well?
Because... it seems to me that I could...
it could be up my alley.
What do you think?
Oh fuck !
What'd I say?
Inhale, exhale through your nose.
Ujjayi breathing.
Very good.
Ah...
That's very good.
New connection. Morgane Alvaro connected.
"Uno, dos, tres"
Hurry up, Karadec! You sleeping or what?
So, really? That's how we meditate?
How did you get in?
We managed to avoid your Cerberus!
He is in deep meditation.
Issue a card!
Too bad!
Material objects are ultimately a scourge?
No no! Video games areare for-
Don't wear yourself out, 'Jafar', I see your game!
You know what? You eat with your left hand, chump!
You want to play the Hindu, but you didn't even bother to do
2 or 3 searches on the internet beforehand!
TV: In India, we eat with the right hand.
The left is considered impure! It's only used for hygiene!
See what I mean?
In any case, you don't know how to eat. You're as Hindu as I am.
On the other hand, you gotta admit you have a sense for business, Ok.
That seems to be working fine, huh?
Or are these gifts from 'souls in pain'?
Morgane...
And Yvan,
since he was doing the books,
he questioned your scam.
I don't feel good...
Come on Karadec, let's take him! Do I pass the test?
This is when I earn my pay-Are you alright?
-Sir, are you Ok? -Don't touch him!
Karadec?
Stay back. Kara'?
Don't mess around, Karadec, come on!
Come on, Kara'!
Papa...
Kara'?
Papa... -Kara'!
Kara'? Well, not a moment too soon!
-Morgane? -Yes.
Where are we?
Well, your place. Don't you remember?
You fainted, and got me off track
with the ashram phoneys.
What? You had a fever of 40, I had to cool you down.
We should see what level it is now.
Say 'ah.' Ah!
There. Ah.
-Whose is this? -Chloe's.
Oh jeez, 39.2. It hasn't dropped much.
But these things are really imprecise in the mouth.
You gave me a scare!
Right. It's time for you to get back to being your old self,
because we have our work cut out for us.
I thought that for the guru's questioning
we can do the old "good cop/bad cop"
where I turn up the heat and push him against the ropes,
Bam-a-bam! Then you come in
and 'calm me down,'
he regains his confidence, and then we finish him off
with some sort of bluff. What do you think?
Yes.
Yes, yes.
Bad cop, "good cop."
Ok. It can wait until tomorrow.
I left you paracetamol, huh?
Well...
Get some rest.
See you tomorrow.
Where are you going?
Home. I entrusted the kids to my father, so it's time to go.
And, well, I imagine Roxane won't be long.
She's in Paris.
-Really? -Yes.
Tell you what, I'll stay another 5 minutes until you fall asleep, Ok?
Do we like that?
So, Mr. Wizard try to fool me, huh? Ha-ha!
Are you questioning my suspect?
I know! The Commander told me not to let you interrogate him alone,
and above all I was to stop you.
No, the Commander-
Daphne, keep Morgane from
...being alone with him. Stop her
-Ok, but that was
before we discussed it. And he agreed, on his own, it'd be better
if I were in the best position to interrogate him.
She'll tell you we discussed it and that I'm Ok with it-
Ok, he's on meds -Is there a problem here?
Yeah, there's a problem, and you know what? You're the problem!
Morgane, you're not qualified to conduct interrogations.
In the absence of the Commissioner and the Commander, the person
with the highest rank in the PJ is me, so you get out! Thank you.
You don't kick me out, I'm leaving. I'm... leaving!
Get out!
And don't slam the_
So, we'll resume.
Contrary to what you...
So, let's resume-Hey, no.
Ok let's resume-
Ssshh, everything is fine.
I'm here.
Adam, how are you?
How are you feeling?
Roxane...
Morgane called me, I took the first train.
Mmmm.
So, contrary to what you swear to your followers,
You are Moroccan and have never been to India.
Okay, I lied about where I came from.
But everyone thinks I'm Indian. - You killed Yvan
because he picked up on you not being what you claim.
-No! No! -Morgane!
This is my interrogation, Ok? Mine!
I ask the questions. Your presence here is tolerated.
Your interrogation? Are you kidding me?
Without me, he wouldn't be here to question! So
Oh yeah? -Hey, you weren't here for 6 months,
and it was great. It was great! -Oh yeah? -Yeah?
If it was so great, why'd you all cry when I came back?
We voted on your return; Ha!
and it was really tight! -Oh yeah?
Okay, snitch, who voted against me? Well-
Tell me, let's have a laugh. Tell me!
Marine.
-Hey -Sssh!
Who? That woman!
She's very nice.
Didier, the HR Director.
-He's a loser. -He's great, he's nice,
he brings his dog! -Oh, ho ho,
'He's nice, he brings his dog'!
-Celine. -What about Celine?
Celine was not warm to you coming back.
'Celine'? You're telling me she wasn't too-
-Hey! -What?
I'll tell you everything!
But zip it!
You're right, I call myself a guru
to scam these jerks. Yvan busted me and turned up the heat.
I admit it! It was a scam, but that's it!
I didn't kill him, Ok? -He was going to denounce you
and you'd just let him leave?
-A little kiss goodbye! -I offered him 50-50.
He was breaking my balls with his 'karma,' his 'generosity.'
I had no choice,
I told him if he snitched on my scam, well,
I would have to reveal the story about him and the kid in the wheelchair.
You threatened to tell Delphine Lacroix
who was responsible for her daughter's accident?
But it didn't work. He told me that I was right,
he couldn't ask me to take responsibility for my mistakes,
if he didn't take responsibility for his.
Well, he reserved a table for three at a restaurant.
and called the kid's mother to tell her everything.
-No no; A table for two. -No, for three.
I remember it. It was for three.
Can you check if Delphine came to the meeting with her daughter?
We looked at that.
The daughter was with the babysitter. Why?
Oh shit... that bothered me from the start,
but I didn't know what to do with it.
On the boat there were marks
like those left by black rubber soles.
Any experienced sailor knows that on a boat,
you go barefoot or wear shoes with white soles.
And how do I know? How?
Well, 'Carl.' 'Carl'?
Carl, my Swedish skipper I told you about!
-Ah, the skipper. -Ohhhh, Carl...
He had this thing...
Morgane, focus. Morgane?
So: 'Yvan.'
Yvan was aware of this
and wore shoes with white soles.
So...
He wasn't the one on board during the accident.
So who was on the boat?
Someone who left something behind
An elastic on the gear lever.
It wasn't Yvan who hit the kid,
but his son, Thomas
That's why Yvan wanted to change his life.
And recently he felt guilty and decided
to tell the mother the truth, that's why he booked 3 for the restaurant.
He wanted his son to turn himself in,
so Thomas killed him. Oh wow! I'll call the prosecutor.
No; That doesn't work.
Thomas was much too close to his father to kill him.
And Yvan's body was thrown from a car in the middle of nowhere,
and Thomas doesn't have a license. So, uh... I'd hold off.
I'm not calling the prosecutor. No.
No, who would have done anything to protect Thomas?
Hey! Commissioner!
What is this?
We wanted a bit of quiet, Morgane and I, to think.
We started in here, but we're leaving.
-Yeah, you can go. -But we have the murderer!
Uh, 'the murderess.'
Yvan had Thomas that "weekend."
He spent the weekend working, as usual.
Too busy laying people off to spend an hour with his son.
So Thomas stayed as busy as he could. And then...
he took his father's boat and hit a swimmer.
He didn't say anything.
When he came back...
I saw that he was in bad shape,
but I thought he was hurt by his father's attitude.
That was the last time he went there.
Except they saw each other behind your back.
Yvan wanted to make up for his mistakes.
He pushed Thomas on that?
He came to the house to get him the day before yesterday.
He told me everything.
He wanted Thomas to ask for forgiveness,
and turn himself in.
He was going to destroy our son's life to ease his conscience.
I couldn't...
I couldn't let him.
I swear, that thing that Morgane gave us.
For 24 hours I was so bad!
You hurt all over. I was sweating,
I was cold-Everyone got it, except me.
Oh yeah.
And Timothee, Timothee didn't get it.
Oh-yeah !
That's crazy.
So it wasn't an STD.
-It-what? -Hmm?
You said 'it wasn't an STD'?
Oh! Uh, 'sexually transmitted disease.'
Yes, but... No, because, because...
because as befits our group,
we're not the sort...
Yeah, 'sort'... -Who fight with each other.
Who fights?
But in our group, we don't sleep together, so it's the droplets-
-'The droplets.' -The virus...
Hey Gilles, if, for example, you were aware
uh, that Timothee slept with someone from the office...
Would you tell me?
-No, not at all! -Timothee?
You wouldn't tell me?
Timothee looks like a 14-year-old boy.
Who is it? He's more asexual...
Gilles, who is Timothee sleeping with? Who?
Gilles, tell me who he's sleeping with! With nobody!
WITH WHO? -WITH ME! IT'S WITH ME!
-We're sleeping together. -Oh yeah?
Wow...
You make a good couple.
I am so happy for you!
It's nice. -It wasn't expected.
No, I guess not.
Because... -Does he kiss well?
Oh... Yes...
Now that you mention it, it's obvious.
Feeling better?
Here.
Thank you.
Céline says you should take tomorrow off.
The case is solved, they have the culprit.
You don't want to see who it is?
I'll call a doctor,
you're worrying me.
Don't go, please. -Uh...
I'm just going to the living room.
Don't leave, for the living room or Paris.
Move in with me.
Adam, we can't, your brother lives here.
He's wanted to move closer to downtown for months.
I'm asking you.
I don't want to live far from you.
FEELING BETTER? HELLO? ARE YOU ALIVE?
Ok
Timothee? What are you doing here? I think you're perfect, Morgane!
Huh?
You're my colleague, I know.
And you have children and you are much older.
It's all true.
But above all you are a sensitive woman,
beautiful,
sparkling,
courageous.
You'd have to be stupid to think of finding any better.
If you feel you're not good enough for me,
I don't care.
Wait, stop.
Wait, let's take these off...
Hold on...
you said that I was sparkling.
As much as a glass of champagne.
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