BIRDS SINGING
♪ SO HAPPY TOGETHER BY THE TURTLES ♪
MOANS
SNIFFS
Oh!
\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hGOOD MORNING SATISFIED SIGH
RUNNING WATER
REPAIRED WATER HEATER
THEA: When do you dump him?
Your clingy boyfriend.
OK, we were patient for 2 or 3 days while he fixed stuff,
but that's no longer possible.
(You will burn in hell.)
He's crazy about me. I can't do anything about it.
He finds me sparkling.
I'm sparkling.
And the guy knows how to cook, and fix a water heater.
Take off your hat, it's 19°C.
- It's not for warmth, it's the style.
TO PHONE He's super happy, he's 15. CHUCKLES
(With chocolate for the math kid!)
(And blackberry-banana for the princess.)
Oh, by the way...
Here.
I saw all the holes in your t-shirts.
- Wow!
- Just- don't open the washer when it's spinning- remember?
Otherwise, it floods everything.
TO PHONE Are you still there?
Yes, listen, Morgane is fine. She works a lot....
- (OK, he's a bit too invested.) TIMOTHEE PRATTLING
(But he knows that it won't last!) TIMOTHEE PRATTLING
- ...but you know, it's only been 2 months.
Yes, well, I have to get going.
I'm happy, yes, so happy.
Love you, love you love you love you.
That was my mother. SHEEPISH LAUGH
She sends her love.
- Oh...
MOBILE RINGS
Yyyyyeah Gilles? CHUCKLES
Well who's died today ?
In Citadel Park?
Yeah, hold on, my crate is still in the shop.
I may have a solution. Wait a sec.
Tell me, do you have a second helmet?
♪ HOW IS THE WEATHER? ♪
♪ SO HAPPY TOGETHER ♪
♪ WE'RE HAPPY TOGETHER ♪
...
\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hCAR ALARM \h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hSQUAWKS
("Sssshit")
HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL
DUCKS QUACKING
THIS EPISODE CONTAINS IDIOMS & PUNS BASED ON
THE MANY SLANG MEANINGS OF "CANARD" (DUCK).
...
GILLES: A walker found the body near the pond.
Our victim's name is Adele Mercier, 37.
Married, mother of an 8-year-old daughter.
- Hey-- this story will make
all the duck* headlines!\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h
DUCK COLD∞ * CANARD=NEWSPAPER ∞VERY COLD
all the duck* headlines! LAUGHS DUCK COLD∞ * CANARD=NEWSPAPER ∞VERY COLD
I say that because... uh...
SIGHS Yeah, well, try to tell a joke...
KARADEC: What do we have, doctor?
BONNEMAIN: Headshot at close range. No signs of a struggle.
A little scar on the right wrist. Probably a tattoo the victim had removed.
- Hold on, hold on, hold on, what do we have here?
A long blond hair.
I believe we got the DNA of our killer.
That doesn't break 3 legs of a duck,* huh? * HAPPENS ONCE IN A BLUE MOON
LAUGHS
- It looks like an execution in cold blood.
What did she do for a living? GILLES: That's what's strange--
a stay-at-home mom. The husband teaches swimming.
Not the type to get ducked.* * "CANARDIERE" = GUN FOR HUNTING DUCKS
LAUGHS, ALMOST SNORTS * "CANARDIERE" = GUN FOR HUNTING DUCKS
LAUGHING
- Actually, no, Gilles.
- No! - This is a crime scene, a woman is dead.
A mother. A bit of respect.
GILLES: Yes, sorry. I- Sorry.
BONNEMAIN: In addition, technically, it's 'mallards.'
SUPPRESSES LAUGH \h KARADEC: You're not going to start?
You an ornithologist or a pathologist?
Find the time of death, don't give us a zoology lesson.
Morgane, come with me.
We'll question the victim's husband.
GILLES: Mallards, they're mallards.
FABIEN: How am I going to tell my daughter?
She just turned 8.
- I'm sorry.
Do you know if anyone resented your wife?
FABIEN: No, no no, on the contrary, she got along well with everyone.
KARADEC: Did you notice any different behavior lately, was she anxious?
- No no no, everything\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h was normal.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h
FABIEN: I don't understand it.
- What do we have here? A long blond hair.
- A guy from the police is here. You think it has to do with Adele?
- It's the Fashion Police, come to lock her up for the color of her swimsuits.
LAUGHTER MIMICKING This atrocious black
is a true crime against humanity, I swear.
MURMURING MIMICKING - Pink would have...
- ...the same choice.
MIMICKING ...fat staff!
LAUGHS MURMURING
(No, no, it hurts me...)
(No. No, it's appalling...) LAUGHS
KARADEC: The way she died makes us think it was about settling accounts.
Did your wife have problems?
Debts, maybe? Which might have led her to a bad crowd?
- Well no, she spent every day here with me, at the club.
Our daughter is one of the Olympic hopefuls.
It requires a lot of investment.
- So, warm up the DNA machine, because I have three suspects.
It's a nest of vipers at this pool.
- Who does she think she is? - (I hate her!)
- (Thinks she's special!) MOCKING
- With this much bitching, it's a wonder the moms
haven't fired you and coached them themselves.
Anyway, 'Suspect Number 1'--
- Melissa,
- Lola's mother,
who had a run-in with Adèle over the color of the swimsuits.
Melissa wanted pink, Adèle, keep 'em black, what's the big deal?
- (I hope she dies!)
They decided to have a vote,
But Adèle arranged to have the vote occur
on a day when Melissa was at the orthodontist.
Result: black swimsuits won--
the end of a long war.
Yes, it's a little light as a motive,
but-- don't underestimate the mental illness of some parents.
- This will take a minute. - 'Suspect Number 2'--
- Victoire's mom.
- Who couldn't hate our victim more...
- Psychopath!
-...ever since the Lille Courier decided to do an article on Olympic hopefuls.
And to illustrate the article, they opted for a photo of Victoire.
Adele went out of her way to make them change their minds,
to take a picture of her daughter.
So Victoire's mom howled like a skunk,
and in the end the picture of Victoire was used.
And-- 'Suspect Number 3,' in my view the most serious:
- Gilbert, the trainer of the Baby Seals.
- I'm a collector. I'll explain it to you.
Since Adele got the custodian fired,
it is he who's had to stow the gear after practice,
which is not Gilbert's job. - I'm tired of picking this up!
He was mad enough to kill.
Oh shit! Will ass hair work for analyzing DNA?
- Your wife got someone fired?
- Yes, we hired a new cleaning man 3 weeks ago,
but Adèle caught him prowling around the lockers.
She realized he stole her purse, so...
KARADEC: So? - So we fired him.
She had an appointment tomorrow at the police station to report him.
- What's his name?
- Brice Diallo.
You think he could've wanted to stop her from filing a complaint?
\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hHUMS
- Uh...
I wanted to tell you, in relation to what you saw earlier, umm...
- You don't have to justify yourself, Morgane. Do what you want.
I admit that,
to be completely honest,
I wouldn't have necessarily bet on Timothée.
CLEARS THROAT
- Really? - No.
- Well, why? He's perfect! HE SCOFFS
He's caring, gentle,
full of spirit!
And what's more, he thinks I'm sparkling like a diamond.
What more could you ask for?
- I don't doubt it. I'm happy for you.
- Well, thank you very much.
TEXT ALERT MOBILE: New message from-- Roxane.
Would you like me to read the message? - No!
- Message received at 11:32-- - No!
- Roxane wrote-- - No!
- "I was thinking of getting a yellow glass raclette* for * A GRILL FOR MAKING CHEESE MELT
a housewarming gift. I'll keep a look-out. * A GRILL FOR MAKING CHEESE MELT
What do you think?
Heart emoji, kiss emoji."
- Housewarming party? - Yes.
Roxane moved in with me last week.
So we're planning a dinner party for the team.
- Great. Congratulations.
- I haven't had time to talk to you about it yet, but of course you're welcome to come.
- Thanks. - And Timothee too.
That is, if you want to make it official.
- Totally!
We've been waiting to make it official , to formalize.
We were just getting into the starting blocks for officialization.
So let's go. - Nice, I'll count you in, then.
- We'll come, yes.
- Great.
♪ I CAN'T SEE ME LOVIN' NOBODY BUT YOU FOR ALL MY LIFE ♪
DOORBELL
Brice Diallo? BRICE: Yes.
- Hello. Cmdr. Karadec, from the PJ of Lille.
We have questions to ask you about Adele Mercier.
- Is this about the purse again?
I've already spoken to your colleagues, I've never worked at that swimming pool.
- Your hands. Show me your hands.
- I'm a heating engineer. - Your hands. Your hands.
I want to see your hands.
- My card is in my wallet.
- Morgane, will you check? - Yes. So...
I can confirm that he has a heating engineer's card.
DAVID: What's going on here?
- "Stop"! He was at the crime scene!
BONNEMAIN: Headshot at close range. No signs of a struggle.
- Hands on your head.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h
- Can I, like, get dressed?
- The manager at the swimming pool
knows you by the name of Brice Diallo, your brother.
- He's hosting me. I took his ID by mistake.
- Nothing to do with you being an ex-convict?
8 years imprisonment for arms trafficking.
- He wouldn't have hired me under my true identity.
My profile is not in demand in the labor market.
- Especially if we add flight to your skills.
Know what it is? This is Adèle Mercier's purse.
We found it in your stuff at your brother's house.
- It looks like mine. I must have confused them.
- Very funny.
This woman intended to file a complaint against you.
You were seen at the scene of the crime shortly after the murder.
- I was jogging.
- Where were you this morning, from 5 to 7? - I don't remember.
AMUSED Sorry.
- Eight years wasn't enough for you?
- ((Gilles! Gilles!))
((Did you see? He keeps bringing Morgane coffees
in order to be near your desk.))
((This is so cute!)) - Daphne, the other day
I told you that we had slept together.
But no, we ate together.
We went to an Afghan restaurant, with sofas and tapestries.
We were... - Oh Gilles... Gilles?
- What? - Were you pressured?
- No...! - Is that it?
- No, not at all! No no no! - Is it Thierry?
- It shows that he's homophobic.
- N-! N- n- n-! - It shows that he's homophobic.
(Should I get him fired?) - Absolutely not!
Absolutely not. Especially- CELINE: -we're really busy here.
Yes, but, no, I...
Right, listen: I don't care about what your oenologist friend said, OK?
Just scrape together some white wine! Let it go,
I'll take care of it!
CELINE: Where are you with your suspect?
- The commander placed him in custody, but he denies everything.
- And the hair found on the body?
\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h- Uh, yes, there's no \h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hmatch in the national \h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hDNA database.
We're expanidng the search to the European database.
- TADA!
Well, here you go:
the DNA of all suspicious blondes around our victim.
Who do I give it to? - Morgane, if...
I'll take care of it. GILLES: Morgane?
Can you and me talk next?
- Uh, yes- - Yes!
- Stop, you're hurting me. - Ha, no I'm not. CHUCKLES
MORGANE: You're weird. HE CHUCKLES
- How bad is it? LAUGHS
Pass it through the shredder before Internal Affairs gets hold of it.
URGENTLY
It can't go on, huh? - Hmm?
-Your little affair with Timothee.
It puts me in an impossible situation the more I cover for you.
- We're going to make it official, you won't need to lie, there.
- Great. NO, WAIT! What? Make it official?
Daphne asked to be a witness at our marriage.
- Oh damn, that sucks! - Yeah.
- Tell me, how's it going with the stolen items?
We helped find them, at the end of the investigation can we get them back?
Huh? That's pathogical! We have to report the truth,
Even my shrink says so.
- Because I'm looking for something a little staid, for a cremation.
- I can't wrap my head around this Morgane. Forensics hasn't examined it yet!
Stop that! - They're not going to do anything!
- Give it to me! - It's for a funeral!
HE GASPS - You're so annoying! Look at this!
Oh!
- What is that?
- Jeez, there was a false bottom!
I believe that's mo-nayyy!
HE SMELLS IT\h\h\h\h\h \h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hSHE CAN'T STAND IT
- (We don't have the right to do this!)
- Wait, what do we have here?
'Emma Dubois' and 'Madeleine Dubois,' uh-
It's our victim and her daughter, but not their real names.
- Our victim's name is Adele Mercier.
Looks like our victim was getting ready to make a getaway, right?
KARADEC: We found two fake passports in your wife's purse.
One for her and one for your daughter.
- I don't understand.
What was she doing with these things?
You didn't know?
Of course not.
- Were you in conflict? - No, everything was fine.
- Are you sure? - Of course, she was my wife!
- We looked into your wife's fake passport, she used it regularly
to book a room in a hotel, in Avelin.
FABIEN: A hotel?
I don't understand.
KARADEC: Mr. Mercier, we think your wife was cheating on you,
and she wanted to leave you.
- I found this.
- No, this, it's my gun. It has nothing to do with it, believe me.
- What is it doing in your home?
- Adèle asked me to buy it,
she was very afraid of burglaries in the neighborhood.
But it's okay, I have a license. KARADEC: We'll check.
What is the code? FABIEN: It's 1-9-8-5.
No, it was there the last time that...
Fuck, this is a mistake.
KARADEC: Where is it?
- I didn't touch it, I assure you.
- Mr. Mercier, you are in custody
for investigation of the murder of your wife.
Come with us, Mr. Mercier.
CELINE: The husband learns his wife is leaving.
He buys a gun and he kills her.
- For that, there'd have to be a lover.
Daphne sifted through the hotel video, she couldn't identify who Adèle met there.
Adèle arrived alone and left alone.
If someone joined her, it's not on video.
- So our hypothesis rests on this lover,
but we can't question him or even prove he exists.
KARADEC: That's it. And the question is,
what was she doing in that room?
- Anything new on the hair? - Yes and no.
Gilles requested European data, he got a match with a woman
arrested in the UK with cannabis in 2013.
- That's great!
- Yes, except she's a tourist from New Delhi
who never returned to Europe.
- New Delhi?
- Hi. - Hi!
- I received a call from my bank. NERVOUS LAUGH
And I have an overdraft of €800 on my account.
- Shit! - Yes!
- Oh jeez, that's annoying. - Yeah, and
there was a big purchase the day I lent you my card for pizzas.
It must be a mistake.
MORGANE: Mmm?
- We'll the husband for now, until we get a clearer picture.
And the custodian at the pool, what do we do?
Adam?
The custodian at the pool who stole the handbag, should we release him?
- No, he's a former prisoner who went down for arms trafficking.
Besides, he has no alibi. We won't take the risk.
- As you wish.
- Anglo's Auto, €1,500?
Ah! No, that's not a mistake. He's my mechanic.
He's next to the pizza truck, I took the opportunity
to pay the deposit on my bodywork.
- Great. - No, hey- I'll pay you back.
SHE CHUCKLES Well, anyway... - Yes, yes!
- No, it's just that- MOBILE RINGING
Eh? Hold on. MOBILE RINGING
Yes, mom, I can't talk,
I'm in the office. - (Give her my love.)
- Mehhh, hold on. What? - Hello, ma'am!
- Stop yelling, I can't understand you.
AGNES: What's wrong with Eliott?
- 'Eliott' what? What are you talking about?
- Cancer- - What do you mean, cancer?
Huh? - I saw his video!
- What cancer?
- He's going to die!
- Oh fuck. AGNES GOES ON
OK, family emergency. Can you take me home, please?
- 'Thanks to this American treatment, I have hope again.'
'5 euros can save my skin, your gifts are my healing.'
SERGE: Wait, let's start again.
- Wasn't it good?
- No, it's bad.
Well, you have to be a little more emotional, you know?
- Stronger?
- No, no, it's a mix-- of hope, because he needs money,
and fear, because he's afraid.
Cheerful, yet really scared.
THEA: Your scam is the problem.
'American treatment'! You couldn't have found something more seriously nerdy.
You should say Raoult* invented it! * RETIRED INFECTIOUS DISEASE EXPERT
- I've been doing this for 50 years, I know how it works. LAUGHS
You get it? - Oh yeah? Why're you always here
Rather than lounging in your villa in the Bahamas?
PROTESTS-TOO-MUCH LAUGH
- Let's take it from the top.
- What is that? - 'Perspiration,' it's fine.
Come on, from the top. - 'I'm short by €7000-'
- No, you're... I can barely hear the '€7000.'
- 'I'm short by 7,000- 7000 euros'
- We're not gonna get there. I'm drained- DOOR
Hey-\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h- I know. DOOR
Morgane! Where did the time go?
We were in the middle of homework!
We're studying like crazy!
Ah. Right, well, wait, let me explain. Eliott prepared
a brilliant presentation on Buddhism. Right?
- Hi-hi! It's the mom of little Elliott!
Alright, well, he's dead. The fund is closed.
If you want to be reimbursed, contact our treasurer:
Serge Alvaro, at 06 24 72 29 00!
Love and kisses!
Okay, the babysitting stops.
- I'm not hiding anything. They have imagination, these kids,
I followed them, that's all.
It's not brilliant but OK.
ELIOTT: How are you, otherwise? SHE SIGHS
TIMOTHEE: Serge?
Serge?
Oh- Serge!
I'll be frank with you.
Your daughter is trying to get her life in order.
And you, you don't want that, I know you're not helping.
But if you want to maintain a link you have to stop the nonsense--
and shape up. Alright?
LAUGHS\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h
\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hWhat's the matter?\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h...
- Uh... can I give you some advice?
- (Yeah.) - You'll have to get used to
to this mess, my dear boy, because....
Don't worry about my relationship with my daughter.
She and I, we're alike a lot more than you think.
That's it. Gotta go, have a nice evening.
- (Yeah.)
TIMOTHEE: Yes? Yes mom.
Yes, I know, mom, but I wouldn't ask you if-
Yes, I know, but only if you agree.
It's to avoid bank charges, and, uh...
Thea, can you go buy milk please?
Someone put an empty bottle back in the fridge.
- No, I'm doing my homework, sorry.
- I know, but if I ask you, it's... Yes, mom.
Eliott- Eliott, NO DON'T OPEN IT!
NO NO NO no no no...
ALARM NO, NO!
NO, NO...! ALARM - Sorry, didn't you fix it?
- It was temporary, Eliott, I said so 20 times! ALARM
- OK, it's not a big deal. ALARM
Yes, s- sorry, mom. ALARM
Sorry, sorry. Yes, I'm listening.
No, I wasn't talking to you, is your name Eliott?
Stop. Don't cry. ALARM Stop worrying.
Anyway, I get paid on the 30th.
♪ I CAN'T SEE ME LOVING NOBODY BUT YOU ♪
♪ FOR ALL MY LIFE ♪
♪ WHEN YOU'RE WITH ME ♪
ALARM ♪ WHEN YOU'RE WITH ME ♪
♪ BABY THE SKIES WILL BE BLUE... ♪
ALARM ♪ BABY THE SKIES WILL BE BLUE... ♪
(SLOWLY) ♪ BABY THE SKIES WILL BE BLUE ♪
(SLOWLY) ♪ FOR ALL MY LIFE... ♪
THEA: Power cut!
- (Fuck...)
(What is that, an extension?)
(It goes to the neighbor's...)
\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h(Whoa, whoa!)
- Hold on. Are you the one who's been tapping my electricity for 3 months?
\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h- No?
MORGANE: Who cut the neighbor's juice?
I'm getting out of my bath, can you see what's wrong?
PUNCH HIGH-PITCHED TONE
"I don't know this woman, I swear!"
- "You 'don't know her?' "
"If you don't know her, why was your hair on her body?"
- "I don't know, I don't understand."
"I have never been to France before."
"There must be a mistake, it's impossible. Please, sir, uh-"
"I really don't understand, it's not possible-"
- (Have you seen Timothee?) - (What?)
- (Have you seen Timothee?) - "Excuse me, one minute, please."
- (He was beaten up! By Thierry! I don't want that to happen to you too!)
- (No, it could be anything.
a door, an animal, an allergy even.) - (GILLES!)
- Don't be intimidated. You mustn't be ashamed,
- "Yes, of course."\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hokay? - "Please?"
- We'll take action.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h
- Er, apologies.
- What're you doing? Who is it?
- It's the woman whose DNA matched with the hair on the body.
- Hi-hi! "Hola!" - She lives in India,
she's never come to France. - Excuse me, hello?
- "Namaste!"
- "Can I go now?"
- Please- MORGANE: Wait! Wait wait wait!
Hey, uh, "your cheveux-- you cut it?"
- What? - "Your hair, you cut it
to give it to Shiva and company," right?
- Yes, I cut it last year, but-
- Ah! Good, OK, I understand.
Gotta go, OK, "bye-bye"- er, kisses!
Bye!
OK, we screwed up. It's not the hair
of the murderer that's been found, but a hair from our Indian.
She did this thing Hindu pilgrims sometimes do-- shave their heads
to give to the deities.
Anyways, it's only hair, the guys who work in the temples
collect this hair and sell it around the world to make...
- Wigs. - That fits.
MORGANE: "Voila"- brown hair is bleached blond.
- We inject the molecule of pigment inside the hair-
As a result- as a result, it's not a lover we have to look for in the videos.
It's Adele as a blonde.
She was renting the hotel room to transform,
and come out disguised.
((Jeez, she's a spy!))
Our victim's a spy! And as it happens,
right in front of the hotel, there's a KGB hideout!
NURSING HOME
SQUEAKING WHEELS
- Good morning. SQUEAKING WHEELS
...
'A nest of spies,' you said? ...
- When you think about it, a hospice is one hell of a cover.
- Morgane, I doubt our victim is a KGB spy,
the KGB hasn't existed since 1991.
- Yeah, well, huh! - 'Well' what?
- Yeah yeah. No no no.
MED ASST: I showed the photo to my colleagues.
She comes regularly. She goes to see Mrs. Mauras in 106.
- It's her handler! With me, Karadec!
- That's all. Thanks..
Mrs. Mauras?
We were told this person came to visit you.
Do you recognize her? - No, I've never seen her.
- You're sure? 'Adele Mercier,'
does the name 'Adele Mercier' mean anything to you?
- No.
- "How about in Russian"? Uh-huh!
- Excuse me.
Morgane?
- Yes?
- (What are you doing?)
- (I spoke to her in Russian to put her at ease. See?)
- You asked her 'where are the doughnuts?'
- That's all the Russian I know. Fine,
sorry for not being a polyglot like you!
Oh fuck, the nipples!
Oh Karadec, we screwed up.
The girl wasn't a spy at all. I'm disappointed.
- What's this 'we screwed up'?
It's you who... - Does this drawing remind you of anything?
Here, look at the shape of the feet,
the squiggles,
and the enlarged nipples on the boys.
Exactly like in Julia's drawings in her father's office.
Adele's daughter made this drawing.
Our victim came here to see her mother, not her handler.
- Ms. Mercier's mother died in 2008, we checked.
MRS. MAURAS: You- you said your "victim"?
Did something happen to Jessica? KARADEC: 'Jessica'?
MRS. MAURAS: Did they kill her? - Who is 'they'?
- The guys she sent to prison.
GILLES: Adele Mercier, formerly Jessica Mauras.
- She was part of a gang of arms trafficking, in Toulouse.
She informed on the gang and became a protected witness.
- In exchange, we gave her a new identity.
Her life was erased from all files, even those of the police,
and she was moved to Lille.
- She wore a disguise to see her mother, for fear of being found.
- That's nuts. And her husband didn't suspect?
- No.
- The people she sent to prison,
are they still incarcerated? - All, yes, except for one.
KARADEC: Adèle Mercier was actually Jessica Mauras, it's the same woman.
Maybe the face is familiar to you.
You lied about knowing her.
You knew 'Adele'-- Jessica.
You knew her well,
you were in the same gang years ago.
- Now that you mention it,
I thought her face was familiar.
- You want me to believe you left Toulouse to come up to Lille by chance?
And happened to cross paths, by chance,
with the woman who sent you to prison?
- You know what they say, it's a small world.
- And all this has nothing to do
with her picture appearing in the newspaper?
She didn't want the photo published because she's in it,
and recognizable.
- Is there a way to get a coffee?
KARADEC: You'll have to stop playing games, DIallo.
You came across this article, this photo, and were curious.
You decided to come up to Lille,
to this swimming pool, with the goal of killing her.
- Whoa, I didn't kill anyone.
I hadn't yet come to Lille.
- Are you kidding me?
- No, it just came back to me.
At the time of her death,
my bike was broken down on the N41, 50 miles from here.
- You'll have to do better than that, Mr. Diallo,
if you want to get yourself out of trouble.
- Call the breakdown mechanic to verify my alibi.
Sorry to make you waste such a nice day with my memory lapses.
By the way, how long can you legally keep me in custody?
We're near the end, aren't we?
- The breakdown mechanic identified Diallo, he didn't kill Adèle Mercier.
- Are these witnesses reliable? CELINE: Yeah, they're reliable.
We have nothing on him. How long has he been in custody?
\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h- 24 hours. Call the \h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hprosecutor for an extension.
\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h- 24 hours. Call the\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h- With what \h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hprosecutor for an extension.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\harguments?
The guy has a concrete alibi.
We're not going to try a Hail Mary because you're screwing around, shit!
- Oh no, no! Shit, shit, SHIT!
Oy. SCOFFS
Sorry, the chick had a 12-year-old model,
it's been forever since I played the snake game. CHUCKLES
- You're playing a game on the victim's mobile, Morgane?
- What? Isn't it under seal?
DAPHNE: Technical Services sent it back this morning.
CELINE: Morgane, give that phone back immediately.
CELINE: Come on!
POUTING
- It sucks anyway. The girl had zero apps, besides two calculators.
- Two calculators?\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h Show me, Gilles.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h
- Two calculators?\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h MORGANE: Yeah.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hShow me, Gilles.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h
- Weird, huh? A passion for accounting maybe?
Whew! Hey, enough dazzling for today, huh?
Me, I'm going home.
- 'Later!
- What ' 'later'?
- Well, the Commander's housewarming.
- Oh yes, yes. Yes.
- 8 pm, Morgane. - Yes.
- Don't forget your plus-one.
- Yes.
See you later.
Pssst! Heh... Hi, handsome.
- Oh, Morgane, I need to talk to you-
- You know what? You're right.
♪ You - are - right! ♪
- It's too complicated to hide.
So, it's okay, I'm ready, we'll make it official.
You free tonight?
- Uh... Yeah- I'm free, yeah. - Great!
- No, sorry-- I'm free, but I don't know if...
If that's a good idea.
- Why?
- Actually, I thought about it, you and me...
Uh, it's not you.
Y- y- you're a great girl, but...
In fact, I'm someone... uh... - Yes.
- You're much more...
- Yes. 'Much more,' yes.
- So us together, that's... - Yes.
Yeah, I got FALSE BRAVADO too sparkling, what? Huh?
TIMOTHEE: Not at all, not at all. It's...
me, I need more.
In the end, I want a relationship that's more...
more...
uh... more...
MORGANE: Go ahead, more...
- Simpler.
TIMOTHEE: ('Simpler,' yes.)
- I know. TIMOTHEE: You know...
- It's always like this.
(Yes,) okay, no problem. Uh...
We do it like this.
OK.
Good evening.
See you tomorrow!
DOOR
TEXT ALERT
FROM KARADEC- REMINDER: DOOR CODE B613, 10 PM!!!
(Oh- shhhi...) FROM KARADEC- REMINDER: DOOR CODE B613, 10 PM!!!
- It's not just me who had a shitty day.
- What are you doing here? - I have to stay in the area.
Got a light? - No, I don't smoke.
Tell me...
Do you like raclette*? * CHEESE MELT
CARON: "Tolerance will reach such a level
that intelligent people will be banned from thinking
so as not to offend the imbeciles."
He wrote that in 1864.* A visionary, this Dostoyevsky. *HE DIDN'T
You can't take a step anymore
without getting stuck with a label-
- These are wonderful, your gougères, Gilles, well done!
A gougère, sweetheart? - No, thanks.
- Champagne? - Yes.
- The Paris job is really dull? It was your dream.
- We change our priorities.
- So cheers. - THANKS.
"I have nothing more to learn, apart from Dostoyevsky."
- It's settled, Thierry won't bother you anymore.
He was protected by his status as a disabled worker.
\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h- Mm-hmm...
I told HR what he did.
It couldn't have happened without you. They're investigating, I would have.
- To fire him? - Yes!
- But we can't fire him...
- No, but- CROSSTALK you need to sign a letter
saying he discriminated against you because of your relationship with Timothee.
- I can't sign that! - Why?
- Because, because, Timothee...
we're no longer together.
- What? - Yes. Um...
- Why?
- He cheated on me.
- With who?
- (I prefer not to talk about it.) - (Oh, Gillou...)
- Yes. - He was scared!
ROXANE: Here's Morgane, and- MORGANE: Hi-hi!
It's us! Hello!
Ah, David, may I present my colleagues...
\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hColleagues:
\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hColleagues: David!
- Come, Morgane, let me help you. Move. - Uh- what?
You're hurting me!
- 'Evening.
KARADEC: Good evening, nice to meet you.
- Delighted. KARADEC: Likewise.
- ((Are you completely high???))
(Do you realize Roxane works for Internal Affairs,
and that Pierre-Emmanuel is friends with the prosecutor!)
(How'll they react knowing we're having dinner with our suspect?)
What, we're keeping an eye on him, right?
And it's OK, I briefed him. - 'Briefed him'?
That's supposed to reassure me? - Yes.
ROXANE: Let's eat! - SARCASTICALLY 'Let's eat!'
- It takes a while, huh? CROSSTALK
- Cornichons? - Yes!
- I had that one. DAVID: Ah? Sorry..
- It doesn't matter. - Truly: I'm sorry.
CARON: So, how is the case progressing?
DAPHNE: Uh, well- - Very well.
- I'd say, 'great'! Moving forward. - It's going well.
GILLES: It's fine.
- We're not going to talk about work at the table?
- Here, I could have a little?
- (Whoa, it's fine, slowly.)
- Or not... ROXANE: Yes, of course,
there you go.
How do you know Morgane?
CROSSTALK
Sorry?
COUGHS
- From the skating rink.
- (Daphne, I thought Morgane was going out with your colleague, Timothée?)
- (Morgane?) - (Yes, with Timothee.)
- (With Timothee?)
GILLES: The cheese is really good. It melts well, we're lucky.
- So what do you do?
DAVID: (Well, Judge...)
GILLES: Judge, you said something interesting about...
D- D- Dos- - 'Dostoyevsky.'
'Don't offend imbeciles,' ha, yes.
I wonder what he would think of this group.
We discussed that.
- All right, OK, no work, no politics. I shut my mouth, right?
- Yes, from time to time, it would do you good.
- Oh, well, yes, of course! Yeah!
A straight white man speaks out,
SARCASTICALLY it's disturbing, obviously.
- Listen, stop it, for someone not allowed to speak we still hear from you a lot.
CARON: Oh, here we go.
- I'm having some more Morbier.
- We're there all right.
NERVOUS AHEM
GILLES: I'm full.
CARON: Because you're ready to call me a reactionary in 2 seconds!
- Yes, that's my limit for fascism!
- No, you're\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h going too far!\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h
FRUSTRATED\h\h\h\h\h- No, you're\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h SCREAM \h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hgoing too far!\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h
- Can't you be less vocal about your ideas!?
\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h- Hey! Hey!
Hey, that was a weird party, but I think it was fun.
Can we share your taxi? - LAUGHS You have- yeah, sure,
after what you did to Gilles? I don't think so.
- What did I do to Gilles?
HEY! WHAT DID I DO TO GILLES?
HEY! HEY WAIT!
Wait! Can you drop me off?
Eh-? Oh my...
TRAFFIC
SIREN
TRAFFIC
\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hHey.
You could've found something more original than a breakdown to wait for me.
- No, it's shot, like yesterday. - Ah.
So it's nothing to do with me?
- As luck would have it.
- Probably a tattoo the victim had removed.
- Jessica wasn't just a girl from your gang.
Your fish tattoo.
According to your file, you're Sagittarius.
Whereas, Jessica-- she was Pisces.
She had a tattoo of Sagittarius, but she had it removed.
So I deduce that she was your girl, right?
- We had been together since high school, although not all the time.
- And she betrayed you to the cops,
along with the others?
- It took me 8 years trying to understand.
I thought it wasn't possible, that she had been coerced.
So when I got out of prison, I looked for her.
Everybody told me to drop it, but I couldn't.
- You wanted answers. You got them.
- She told me she had become fed up with our life,
that the danger, the adrenaline,
was more than she wanted.
It's as simple as that.
- It's boring in its simplicity, right?
PARKING SENSOR BEEPS
SIGHS
- 'Morning Daphne. - Good morning. I have something new.
Do you remember the victim's second phone app, the calculator?
- Mm-hmm.
- It's actually an encrypted messaging app disguised as a calculator.
Lots of people use them to cheat on their spouse.
Obviously the victim was talking with David on it.
- They were talking to each other?
- He insisted on seeing her. On the day of her death she finally accepted.
- (Oh fuck!)
(Oh fuck!)
Well done, Daphne. Call Gilles?
- Gilles? - Yes.
- Uh, sure. Gilles?
- POLICE! POLICE!
- DON'T MOVE! HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK!
- DON'T MOVE! DON'T MOVE!
DON'T MOVE!
- David Diallo, you are in custody
for the murder of Adèle Mercier.
- Don't worry, I'll manage. - Take him to the PJ.
Bring back Forensics.
We're looking for a gun, traces of blood, all of it.
- A smooth operation, commander.
Shall we go? It's OK, we have everything we need. It'll be OK.
SHRIEK
- It's not what you think!
Uh...
Yes, right, anyway,
I just want to say...
I think I pushed a little too hard on this investigation. But-
I still managed to glean some information,
and now you're here I can say that what you're doing is bullshit.
- Take the day off, Morgane.
We don't need you anymore on this investigation. Let's go, Gilles.
- Wait, but I gleaned!
- What is this?
KARADEC: You lied to us. You were harassing Adele to see her again.
On the morning of her death, you were to meet in the park.
- I'd rather your consultant question me.
She's a lot more amusing than you.
Plus, I didn't get much sleep last night.
KARADEC: Alright? Are you having fun?
Does all this make you laugh?
- Jessica sent me a message wanting to see me,
she told me she regretted what she had done,
that she felt remorse.
She wanted to ask me for forgiveness.
- Don't take me for a fool.
- I didn't fucking kill her!
My bike broke down. When I got to the place,
she was dead.
You checked with the mechanic, right?
- Shit!
- You don't give a damn about having killed the mother of an 8 year old girl?
- Adam, get out, I'm taking over.
Get out. Otherwise you're suspended.
- Your man freaked out! - Sit down.
We'll resume from the beginning.
If you go down for complicity in Adele Mercier's death, you'll get 30 years.
- 'Complicity'? What is this crazinesss?
- At 5:07 am, you say you were broken down on the N41, and yet,
you sent Adèle a text that said, 'I'm here.'
Just before the murder.
- I want to talk to a lawyer.
EXHALES
WATER HEATER BROKEN "SORRY"... BUT I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT TOMORROW
- Oh no, shit!
- No, it's shot, like yesterday.
No, it's shot, like yesterday.
like yesterday.
CELINE: You built yourself an alibi,
and laid a trap for Adele Mercier in the park.
Name your accomplices and we'll look into sentencing adjustment.
MORGANE: "Stop!" Stop!
David didn't kill Adele. It's Adèle who tried to kill David.
- Morgane, what are you doing here? I said take the day off.
- Put a pin in that. We know that Adele
had just bought herself a firearm,
supposedly she was afraid of burglaries--
--my ass! She wanted to kill her ex!
- You're suspended from the investigation! - Yes, I know, wait a second.
On the morning of the murder,
she had made an appointment with David for 5 am.
Please-- I mean, who makes an appointment for 5 am? What an image!
Makes no sense. Right-- I found out
at the same time there was construction right next to the park:
ROAD WORK - CLOSED well at the same time, there was construction right next to the park:
ROAD WORK - CLOSED ideal for covering the sound of a shot, right?
NOISE POLLUTION ideal for covering the sound of a shot, right?
- But how would she get rid of the body?
I asked myself the same question,
so I returned to the crime scene.
Hang on....
DUCK MOVIES
MORGANE: - Morgane Alvaro
- What are we looking at? - Wait!
PRESENTS - What are we looking at? - Wait!
Quack Investigation.
We are near the pond
where the body of the victim was found.
Only a few ducks have ventured out.
And, it must be said,
it's really duck cold.* * VERY COLD
CHUCKLES\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h it's really duck cold.* * VERY COLD
CHUCKLES\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h \h \h
The ducks are SDF,* * SANS DOMICILE FIXE = HOMELESS
and for good reason: their habitat has been taken over.
I wanted evidence. I found these diving weights here,
they're identical to those at the swimming pool.
Coincidence? - Uh- no!
- 'No'! You're right, Gilles!
They're for weighting down a body
and sinking it to the bottom of the pond.
OK, put yourself in the chick's shoes.
Her ex who she sent to prison drops back into her life.
He is hired down at the pool frequented by her husband and daughter.
She manages to get him fired,
but she knows that the guy will not let her go. So she decides
to get rid of the problem!
She buys a gun, okay? She meets him in an isolated place.
- Where a shot couldn't be heard due to the construction.
Exactly. And she plans to get rid of the body in the water.
- Except that David double-crossed her. MORGANE: No!
David, he never got there.
She forgot one detail: her target's little brother--
Brice Diallo.
- Here it is: the morning of the murder,
Brice had a spot of oil on his sweats.
Know why? GILLES: No.
Because he messed with David's motorcycle
so he doesn't go to the meeting,
and goes in his place!
SATISFIED SIGH
- Oh, wow.
BRICE: David had no choice.
The trafficking was just to pay the rent.
Jessica ratted him out to the cops.
He went to jail, and I ended up in foster care.
Fifteen years of our lives that she sacrificed, just like that.
I wanted him to see she was taking him for a ride.
I'd seen her betray him once, she'd do it again for sure.
He didn't want to listen to me, there was just one thing left to do.
Fifteen years ago, I couldn't protect him.
This time I could.
- You wanted to see me?
If it's about Morgane,
I agree, she crossed the line.
- It's not her I want to talk to you about,
it's you.
About what happened earlier with the suspect.
You think you're Dirty Harry?
- I just wanted to rattle him.
- I don't know what's happening with you,
but you let yourself be overwhelmed by your emotions.
That's not an option. So pull yourself together.
I don't want that on my team.
INAUDIBLE
- It's unlikely he'll call me back.
I imagine that gives you pleasure.
Well, go ahead, yell at me,
have your freak-out, and let's move on.
Because this,
this sucks.
What?
((OK.))
ROXANE: Can you grab me that carton, over there, please?
I'll fill up this shelf, and then maybe we'll have to do another one, or...
You alright?
- Roxane, we need to talk.
- I'm listening.
THEA:You could've waited for him to get the parts before you dumped him.
ELIOTT: Clearly we're tired of eating with dirty cutlery.
MORGANE: Hey, that's enough now! This time
I had to dump him, what do you want?
Anyway, since when do we need a guy
to fix things in this shack?
Eh? It can't be that complicated.
Since when did we need a man for anything?
Eh? So then, it's you two and me.
What the fuck is this?
((Oh fu- !) What is this?)
- Is that money? - Hands off!
Whose is it? - Well-- ours?
MORGANE: NO! DON'T TOUCH! IT'S NOT UP TO US!
There's are a lot of them!
Wha'do we do? Back in the box! Put it all back in the box
and act like we didn't see anything!