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STUDIO AUDIENCE CHEERING

CANNED LAUGHTER

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STUDIO AUDIENCE CHEERING DOORBELL

BICKERING CANNED LAUGHTER

GILLES: Hands up!

CANNED LAUGHTER

...He answers: 'No, it’s a trumpet.' CANNED LAUGHTER

CANNED LAUGHTER

AUDIENCE MURMURS CANNED APPLAUSE

CANNED LAUGHTER

CANNED LAUGHTER, APPLAUSE

MORGANE GASPS

HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

MUTTERS I'm a walking vegetable.

THEA: France is out, Spain is out, definitely.

The Netherlands is what, 16 weeks?

ELIOTT: Oh, well there's still England with 24 weeks, that's better.

THEA: No no, that doesn't work with Brexit.

What's with the face? It's €150.

THEA: And the discount tickets to Rotterdam, right?

- Yeah. - No, stop, wait— stop right now!

We're reserving nothing,

I go back to work today, it's really not the time!

- Wait, are you saying you're thinking about keeping it?

Can I point out that we sold Chloé's car seat a week ago!

- I just want to be able to talk to Karadec about it. All right? Huh?

There's still a chance he has something to do with it, so...

The least we can do is tell him.

And then, I hid a lot of things from him lately,

and we can't say it worked out for your mother, all right?

For once I'd like to do things... properly.

- You went to bed with him only once and, incidentally,

you're not sure he remembers, right? - Yes! And you know what,

this'll be an opportunity to remind him.

Oh shit, oh I should have peed, you made me get dressed!

- (I'm liking Rotterdam.)

- Good morning.

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h- "Hello"!

BOTH SIDES

- Hello? Yoo-hoo?

Anybody? Ah! GILLES: Hi! Whoa! Looking good!

- Well... thanks.

I'm not saying this to please you, but what are you doing?

- Okay, uh- - You're almost a little red, you're sure-

- Yeah, fine, stop looking at me like that, tell me what we have.

- A homicide, Alexandra Collet, 42, stay-at-home mother.

Her husband found the body when he came home for lunch.

CAMERA FIRING

- Good morning.

ADAM: Good morning, Morgane.

Right: her boy left for school less than an hour ago.

- OK, well great!

Well, not 'great' for her, guys— —right, you understood me...

GILLES: It fits with what her husband said

just before you got here.

- Mm-hmm. GILLES: The weapon?

- A blade about 15 cm. It wasn't found, so the killer left with it.

GILLES: Ah.

- No. In my opinion, it's on the shelf.

Look:

Clearly our victim was making a quiche when she got whacked.

All the ingredients are still on the table— leeks, eggs, milk, the whisk.

The only thing missing is the knife

with which she cut the leeks, and flour for the dough.

And seeing that the flour is rolled up

and not folded like the others on the shelf,

'Well,' I say to myself, 'the killer must've put it away.'

Meaning that the murder weapon is-

-is inside.

ADAM: Gilles? - Hmm?

Has Forensics already taken DNA samples? - Oh, uh, yeah,

DNA, prints, fibers, everything. - Whew!

- Okay. Great.

QUIETLY - So, no need to worry.

- Can you send this on ahead, please? - Ah, uh...

- I'm gonna question the husband. - Yeah, yeah...

CHRISTOPHE: Yeah, I'm the one who found her.

Umm, there's always a family lunch on Wednesday.

- Your wife doesn't work?

- No, because our son Paul is Deaf

since when he was little, she wanted to be there for him

as much as possible. MOBILE VIBRATES

MOBILE VIBRATES

MOBILE VIBRATES

It's my boss. He'll want to know why I'm not there.

- Please, answer it.

PAUL SPEAKING WITH DEAF ACCENT

- Hello. MANON: Hello.

- Do you know what he's saying? - We're talking about mom.

- He said maybe the woman came back to kill her.

- Who does he mean? - I don't know.

What're you talking about?

RAGGED BREATHING

- I'm Commander Karadec, I'm sorry about your mom.

If you saw something, you have to tell me.

DISTRAUGHT BREATHING

VOCALIZING

Can you translate, please? - Uh, he said 'Mom forgot to

pick me up from basketball.'

And you- he walked home alone.

And when he arrived, there was mom,

with a woman, another woman, arguing.

He couldn't read their lips because they were too far away, but

they were talking about money.

- The woman... physically... what was she like?

PAUL VOCALIZING - Uh, 'she was blonde, around mom's age.'

PAUL: Dressed... black. - 'She was dressed all in black.'

- Beauty... here.

- 'And a beauty mark here.'

- A blonde woman with a beauty mark on her cheek,

do you recognize that?

- No.

ADAM: Are you sure?

You said... your mother... forgot to pick you up... from basketball.

Did that happen often?

PAUL VOCALIZING

MANON: 'For a few months,

mom sometimes left me at home alone.'

'She'd say she was going shopping, but when she came home

her eyes were red and had a weird odor. - What odor?

- Don't know, sorry.

- 'I don't know, sorry.'

PAUL SOBBING

Phew...

SIGHS

. . .

DAPHNE: 'Blonde with a mole on her left cheek.' OK.

I'll run a complete search.

Oh, did I tell you that I sent my report

about menstrual leave to the Commissioner?

SHE GIGGLES GILLES: And?

- She'll be impressed— yes, it's 52 pages.

- 52 pages? - Did you have a good "weekend"?

CARON TALKING LOUDLY

CARON: No no no, we had a 1:30 meeting!

It's disrespectful. I'm listening. I'm talking to you, you're not listening to me!

CELINE: I told you I was going to be half an hour late,

you're the one not listening to me! Listening to me.

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Mmm!

CELINE: Mmm! Oh shit! - What?

- A thread I've been waiting for all morning. Two minutes!

- No! No no! Noooo!\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h No! Celine!\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

IRRITATED SIGH

- Hello, Judge. - Hello.

- How are you? - I'm fine. Fine.

Yes, are you OK, or is it all shocks here?

- Shocked, but, I believe so. - You're well, that's necessary,

you have to stay positive, change is good sometimes, that's the world.

- Uh... change?

- Well... no, you're where- you're- not that you are- you're...

It's nothing. I don't know anything about anything.

What's she doing? Oh, good.

- You ready? It was HR, I've been waiting for them to call me back all morning.

CARON: Yeah.

- Fine, let's go. - Let's go!

- Gilles, you still there? - Yeah... you all right?

- Maybe not. - What happened?

- I think I'm about to get fired.

- Sorry again for earlier, eh? Sorry. At least it doesn't stick, eh?

- Morgane, I'll do it. - Okay.

- Thank you.

- It doesn't matter, don't worry, you couldn't anticipate what would happen.

- Well, no. No! - No.

- By the way—

—speaking of things we can't anticipate—

—I don't know if you remember,

last winter, when we took LSD without knowing it?

- Not really, no.

UNMUTES RADIO

WOMAN: To keep your vacation a beautiful experience,

don't forget that driving too fast is dangerous. So-

- Okay...

- Because, um, I have three images in my head.

I'd like to talk about it, because

WOMAN: I have a great idea.

What if the two of us went away for the "weekend"-

- Excuse me, I'll turn it down because we can't hear each other here, OK?

MAN: Thank you. You know, with my prostate problems...

- Sorry, I'm not interested, Morgane.

MAN: ...urinary leaks aren't inevitable, with absorbent underwear

- You're not?

to give you peace of mind. This medical device-

"STOP! Stop stop stop!" Stop! Stop!

ADAM: What's the matter? MORGANE: Very good!

HONKING

Excuse me!

INDISTINCT

Thank you. HONKING

MAN: Is this a prank?

- Hey. The victim had a newspaper,

except inside a page was ripped out.

Look: this is the page. Interesting.

DRUG PROBLEM?

DRUG PROBLEM?

- This was in a local newspaper the victim bought.

It's a help number for drug users. - Did she have addiction issues?

- We're waiting for analysis results from the lab,

but it would fit with the son's testimony:

personality changes, red eyes, a strange odor.

- I examined the victim's accounts.

I noticed she was withdrawing money

several times a week from different places.

Never in large amounts, like €10, €20...

CELINE: Mm-hmm.

- I've marked all the dates on this map.

There were some in Ronchin, in Villeneuve, in Emmerin.

Maybe she made her buys there.

ADAM: May I, Daphne? - Yes.

ADAM: Thanks. Excuse me, Gilles. Sorry.

ADAM: Good job. - Thanks!

- There. Let's see.

ADAM: She withdrew €20 yesterday in L'Epine.

- Yes.

- Less than an hour before her son saw her with the suspect.

- So what are you saying, that she owed money to someone nearby?

- Well listen, it's possible. Maybe she's in this neighborhood.

- Well, let's the two of us go see, huh?

Gilles, take Morgane. I have to call the prosecutor on one point.

DAPHNE: (This is getting weird!) GILLES: (I know. He's mad about something.)

- (Huh?) - (What?)

(No, the Commissioner! She ignored my whole point.)

(Honeymoon's over!) - (It's been bad for a while now- )

- No Gilles- uh... Come on.

- Or he's getting back at... I'll meet you at the car.

ADAM WHISPERING -check yourself! That's for sure.

- Oh! Jeez. FRED: Oh my!

- Oh, - I'm sorry.\h\h my fault! It's mine. It happens!\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

AWKWARD CUTESY CROSSTALK

- So what now? - I dunno! Well, look—

—I stop you. - Yes, very good.

- You may pass! SHE CHEERS

- No: blocked! LAUGHS

You're free! - Heyyy...

- Let's go before there's something else.

- Who's the guy who was here?

- Who? - Come here.

The guy who was here two seconds ago, who is he?

- I didn't see a guy. - Well, right there.

- No.

BORED MORGANE: What are we doing here?

BORED There's zero going on here.

GROANS

- I see we're not done yet, sorry.

I miss anything? - Oh, a lot.

Wait, at one point there was a guy walking his dog.

No, I've seen fuck all, this neighborhood is completely dead.

HE LAUGHS\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h :

- That much is clear. TSKS

I'm a little hungry, I got us...

- Hmm? - I got sushi.

- Yes! - We have my favorite: raw salmon,

raw tuna, raw sea bream- - No, actually, I forgot I'm not hungry,

that's all. - Oh. Shame.

- Yeah. - Or, you can have charcuterie—

—salami, sausage, and ham.

TOXOPLASMOSIS SALMONELLA GAMESHOW BUZZER

- Mmm... if not— some cheese? How good is that!

A little goat cheese?

SALMONELLA LISTERIA . . .

Mmm! And a delicious varietal.

FETAL ALCOHOL SYNDROME . . .

Champagne? - LONGINGLY Champagne?

- Want one? - No! No. No. No. No.

CARBON MONOXIDE . . . - Want one? - No! No. No. No. No.

- A small cocktail? - Stop it, right now.

FETAL ALCOHOL SYNDROME . . .

- Oysters?

LISTERIA SALMONELLA . . .

A pint? - Seriously, Gilles?

FETAL ALCOHOL SYNDROME . . .

OK, a beer? Just like that? In the middle of a shift?

It's nonsense— nonsense!

- You're pregnant! - Huh?

- Of course, you're pregnant!

- Nonsense! - Yes, you're pregnant Morgane, stop it!

- Sorry, no, actually! - Excuse me! Yes, you're pregnant!

I'm sure you're pregnant, I'm not stupid, OK?

I'm so happy for you! GASPS So much, I swear!

What are you, six weeks, right?

Is it all fine? No, because, my sister-

PAUL: Dressed... black. MANON: 'She was dressed all in black.'

-3 years. She had gastric reflux, it was unbearable, it was at six weeks-

Where're you going? Morgane! Be careful there!

What're you doing, Morgane? You shouldn't

be in the field, in your condition.

- I'm looking for a dealer. - In a church?

- Alexandra's son said she was attacked

by a blonde dressed in black, OK? - Yeah...

- Yesterday there was a lot of sunshine and it was over 30°.

Who dresses in black in this weather?

A woman who's a fan of The Matrix?

Or maybe— a chick who's going to a burial?

GILLES: A burial?

GILLES: Whose burial?

- Raymond Sirinelli. He was buried yesterday.

Exactly at the time our victim was in the neighborhood.

MORGANE: Our mysterious lady in black had to have known him.

Lemme be brief— they say a pregnancy at 43 isn't a sprint, eh,

you have to learn to take it easy, eh?

REAL ESTATE FOR SALE

And about what you said, plenty of people wear black:

mathematicians, Goths, Swedes... Really, it doesn't hold up.

Uh, I'm talking about your pregnancy.

You could be delusional.

You really have to rearrange to focus on the baby.

It's a long way off, but what if you lose it?

- Stop talking about it, Gilles. Stop!

- You don't think you'll keep it?

- I don't know, Gilles. What do you think? It's complicated, right?

Yoo-hoo! Anyone there?

DAPHNE: Blonde with a mole on her left cheek.

LAURENCE: What're you doing in my father's house?

GILLES: Ms Sirinelli?

Lt Vandraud. Do you know this woman?

- Gilles! Head her off! - Hey— whoa!

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h- AH!

- Stand back, stand back.

MORGANE YELPS GILLES: Stop that!

You're under arrest for drug trafficking!

- You're too late.

You can tell her that if she wants to request a DNA test,

she can suck it!

- 'DNA test'? What's she talking about? - Well, Gilles...

Alexandra Collet's son, who saw you attack her yesterday.

What was your connection with her?

- I would like to speak to my lawyer, please.

- 'Attorney Richards, specialist in wealth management and inheritance law.'

Do you realize what you are being accused of?

A woman died.

If you don't start cooperating, a criminal lawyer is what you're going to need.

- What do you mean, 'died'?

I don't understand, she didn't send you? - No.

Alexandra was stabbed this morning.

At this point you are our main suspect.

So I repeat: what connection do you have with her?

- I think she was my half-sister. - Why do you think that?

- She came to my father's funeral yesterday. No one knew her,

but she cried throughout the ceremony.

A veritable fountain. She was all I could hear.

I imagine people must've thought she was one of my father's mistresses,

as he was a collector. But I understood immediately.

I saw she was my age. It couldn't have been worse.

- You think she was his daughter. - ((Yeah.))

- Our information is that your father lived in... in Montpellier.

- No. She's my half-sister, I'm telling you.

She spoke to no one after the ceremony,

she just went to see my father's public notary.

I'm sure to find out about the inheritance— I'm sure.

- And so you went to ask her to give up her share.

- No, I just wanted to negotiate!

I confronted her, she didn't want to know anything.

I called my lawyer, who told me she was probably going to ask for a DNA test.

That's why when your team arrived, well, I panicked.

I assure you, I didn't kill her. Anyway...

- OK, we'll check your alibi.

And for your information, there is no DNA in ashes.

SMALL GASP

Hey, it's me! ELIOTT: HI MOM!

Hi mom.

LUDO: Hi Morgane!

- Ludo?\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

- So it seems you're pregnant again. - Uh- what are you doing here,

what happened to you? - Ah. Scooter accident. Chloe left it

on the stairs, and I fell on my face when I was leaving for work.

- Wow! - Dad has a triple tibia fracture.

- Oy... - So I installed him on the sofa,

and I said we could take care of him for the 6 weeks.

- Yeah, yeah... it's super nice of you to offer, but...

I remind you that we have a lot of things to manage already, huh?

SHE CHUCKLES

And, Ludo's going out with Magalie now.

maybe she won't agree to us taking care of him instead of her. Huh?

- She dumped me at the hospital. - Oh. Shit.

- She said I was too busy with the children and— how did she put it—

—'too dependent on my ex's organized hostage-taking.'

MORGANE SCOFFS - She couldn't imagine herself—

—this cushion is really hard— THEA! DID YOU FIND A PILLOW?

- It's fine, there's no point in yelling! Here.

A word? This is shit.

Uh, I just realized there's a 5 day waiting period for abortions in the Netherlands.

Have you spoken to Supercop? Do you think

he's OK with maybe paying half the ticket?

Oh, yeah, no- there were difficulties, he's been tied up, but— tomorrow!

First thing tomorrow morning— BAM!

THEA: Serious? MORGANE: Yes.

- You have a week, mom.

You have to choose! - Yes!

- And the other 2 dads, they won't chip in?

- Uh, is there someone who can take me to the toilet, please?

- Mom? Hm-hmm! You handle it, since

it'll get you used to it again, if you want to keep the baby.

- Morgane-? - Yeah! No, because

I have something to do, there, some...

(Check, check. Anyone?)

ADAM: FAINTLY Good morning. - Oh! Karadec, there you are!

We were waiting for you, we can start.

I saved you a place.

- Gilles, what is this? - Morgane found something,

and... she set this up to explain. MORGANE: OK, good. So—

—Karadec, we completely messed up.

Our victim was not interested in Laurence Sirinelli's father,

but in his burial. We got all the clues backwards.

Right: for example, to start with,

the page she tore out of the newspaper.

I immediately said that it was for the phone number.

No way.

It was the other side of the page that interested her.

What's on the other side? The obituaries.

She circled all the funerals that took place within an hour of her home.

- Gilles, can I have the short version?

- Sorry, she really didn't want to tell me anything before you got here.

- Hey! I have to keep going, I don't want to

start all over again from the beginning, OK? OK—

—remember the withdrawals in small denominations

that she made all around the area? - Mm-hmm.

I noticed they always take place at a

church, synagogue, or other place of worship. As a result:

she didn't go there to do drugs.

She was going there to cry! - Wait, something doesn't work.

There were 2 or 3 withdrawals a week, she can't know that many dead people.

- Exactly, and that's what's crazy! She didn't know them!

The woman shows up to funerals of people she's never spoken to!

- OK, well, there might be something there, Gilles. You want to-

MORGANE: Wait for the rest!

So, pensions have been cut a little.

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Well it wasn't to buy party favors. GAMESHOW BUZZER

It was for: GAMESHOW BUZZER

money for the collection plate! - Oh!

FANFARE

MORGANE: OK, then- - Morgane? It's fine, I know.

- Wait a moment, I'm getting to the conclusion.

So, you remember her son telling us that she always had red eyes?

It wasn't from dad smoking, huh? GAMESHOW BUZZER

It was: from crying! FANFARE

LAUGHS

- And then wait, to top it all off,

the smell on her clothes: what was it?

You'll never guess. Meth? Crack? Heroin?

Not at all! It was:

DRUMROLLS

- Church incense. MORGANE: TA DA-

Seriously? What?

You ruined everything for me! - Yeah...

ADAM: Morgane, I think we understood- MORGANE: Yeah- no but- OK... But still!

ADAM: Gilles, call the husband, tell him we want to see him.

TRANSCRIPTION OF MIREILLE CHAMPENOIS' NOTEBOOK SUBJECT: LIST OF DECEASED

ADAM: Do you know any of these people?

No, I don't understand what this is. - It's a list of funerals

that occurred in recent months.

And according to our information, your wife

attended each of these ceremonies.

CHRISTOPHE: What?

Were you aware of this? - No.

Why would she do that?

- This is what I'm trying to understand.

We spoke with funeral directors who identified her.

According to them, her habit was to always place herself

so as to not mix with the mourners, and during the ceremony she cried.

- Excuse me. I didn't have time for breakfast,

I think I'm going to go do a little freestyle in the kitchen.

Don't go anywhere, huh?

ADAM: Mr Collet, according to testimonies we're able to gather,

your wife started showing interest in funerals a little over a year ago.

Did something happen back then that could

explain her behavior?

- Manon, do you want to go see what your brother is doing, please?

- I'm listening.

- Sorry- CLEARS THROAT

My daughter lost her boyfriend last year in March.

His name was Robin,

Robin Le Biau.

He was crossing train tracks on his skateboard

on the way home from a party, and...

a train hit him.

It was awful.

I was at a work dinner in Le Touquet.

But Alexandra was here, luckily.

- It must have been a terrible shock.

Do you think it's connected to what happened with your wife?

- Maybe, yeah. ADAM: How so?

- In the months that followed, Manon was completely depressed.

She even stopped eating.

But Alexandra was great, she was attentive and present—

—what was needed.

Except at one point I realized

she was secretly taking antidepressants.

So we talked about it, and she admitted that

soon after the accident she had gotten pregnant, and miscarried.

- She didn't say anything at the time? - No.

But... because of what we were going through,

I think she didn't want to burden me with it.

I convinced myself that she was okay.

But she was going off to cry with strangers.

- Hey, tell me—

—who made these cookies?

- A friend of Alexandra's, who

dropped them off this morning,

wanting to know how we were holding up.

- A friend? Know her? What's her name?

- I don't know, it was the first time I've seen her.

- Excuse me. Be right back.

Morgane, I'm working here.

- I'm working too, you think?

Want one?

I've seen this Tupperware before at Laurence Sirinelli's father's,

when I went there with Gilles. Which means,

Whoever made these was at the funeral, like our victim.

I bet she's the killer!

- This is super good. Tasty, there's nuts-

Macadamias.

Fine. Morgane, if you don't mind I'll continue questioning the husband.

And if you want to dig...

- Oh, of course— I'll call Gilles.

- Great idea.

CROSSTALK

CELINE: Excuse me.

DAPHNE: Did you see her arguing with anyone?

- Where are we?

I've interviewed 2 rabbis, 4 priests, 3 imams, a few morticians, and

they all saw the victim. But no one remembers

a particular incident. - Okay. So nothing conclusive.

CELINE: Anything else? - Well... no. I mean, not right now.

But I think we're getting somewhere. Eh?

ADAM: I have news. The station in L'Epine called, the officer at reception

recognized Alexandra Collet in our appeal for witnesses.

She went there the day before her death,

and made an appointment to give a statement the next day.

- Uh- about what? - Unfortunately she left without specifying,

but it was just after Mr Sirinelli's funeral, there's undoubtedly a connection.

I asked them for the station CCTV, have you received them, Daphne?

- I have it! I have it.

ADAM: There she is. What did she want to tell them?

CELINE: Jump ahead. There, we have it.

- Look at that car. CELINE: It's following her.

ADAM: Wait. Can you zoom in? Can't see his face.

RABBI: He's a notary.

- What? - He's a notary. Look, the sticker.

- The suspect yesterday,

didn't she say she saw the victim

go to her father's notary after the service?

PRIEST: ...the word of the lord.

- They're in the middle of a service, Morgane.

- Exactly, the Tupperware Killer may be here.

- But we're disturbing them. - Not disturbing— investigating!

How do you want us to investigate without making contact?

We're investigating, searching- yikes! - MOURNER: Sssh!

- (Watch it!)

- (What?)

PRIEST: '...I still live.'

PRIEST: With the voice of the archangel,

TENSE SIGH\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

and the trumpet of heaven, the lord himself will descend...

- (Morgane, we don't search people's bags, it isn't right.)

(Stop!) - (Help me!)

(We're looking for Tupperware with a blue lid.)

PRIEST: The living who are still here

go to heaven to meet the lord.

And so we will be with the lord forever.

MOURNER: (Stop moving around!)

- (Sorry ma'am, sorry, don't worry.)

(She's right, stop!) CROSSTALK

- (...yes!) - (All right!)

(You're being disruptive, will you relax?) - MOCKING ('Will you relax?')

PRIEST: ...united in sorrow.

Let us pray... for Arlette Martineau, who remains in our hearts.

Her smile. Her sttrength. QUIET CRYING

QUIET CRYING

PRIEST: Rise.

And now the act of sprinkling the coffin in memory of baptism.

REAL ESTATE FOR SALE

DAPHNE: Commander? Everything all right?

- I'm outside the suspect's house, but nobody so far.

- Maybe he's at lunch. Notaries eat too.

REAL ESTATE MANAGEMENT - SALES

- Indeed. Hmm!

CAR ALARM CHIRPS

Ranger-Ranger! Alpha-Tango, Papa-

-Charlie! Requesting all available units!

Need immediate backup for a tail!

Suspicious individual!

Potential accomplice of

the Tupperware Killer! - Morgane?

- OK guys, license plate: - What are you doing?

R as in Rihanna,

G as in... Gynecologist...

- Are you on Gilles' frequency? Gilles, are you there?

MORGANE ON RADIO

MOBILE RINGING

Yeah, Thea? I can't really talk, it's action time, a tail.

THEA: OK, I can't handle this!

Ludo's hogging the TV and wants me to cook.

- Morgane, this is Cmdr Karadec,

stop this right now! MORGANE: Put him on.

LUDO: GROGGY Yeah?

MORGANE: Are you crazy? Stop pissing Thea off!

Order yourself something! Shit!

Oh fuck, Supercop's on the other line.

I'll ghost him. He’ll be pissed at me cos I have Gilles' car.

- OK, what do I order?

- You what? Have some Bo Bun,* * BEEF NOODLE BOWL

everyone likes that! * BEEF NOODLE BOWL

GILLES: Suspected theft of unmarked police vehicle...

MUTTERING - Well that's great.

- Oh, hold on, the backup has arrived.

Well guys, it's about time!

SIREN

Fall in behind me, OK?

Wait, no, I said get behind me!

Behind me! Me in front and you behind!

RADIO: ...unstable driver. - That's it! That - is - it!

Now cops are on our ass! MORGANE BABBLING

MORGANE BABBLING

Morgane, do you copy?

Hey! This is a discreet tail, why're your blues-and-twos on?

- Morgane! Morgane! Get off this frequency right now!

MORGANE, SARCASTIC So discreet! The police are beautiful.

Guys, keep your distance! You're clinging to me.

Plus, I asked you for unmarked cars!

OK, he's parking. He'll spot us, we'll casually go past.

Look! Discreet, guys, discreet!

SIREN

SIREN

Shit, he took off! Thanks a lot, huh? Great, team!

Karadec? What're you doing there?

SIREN

I’m not congratulating you! Hey, what’s wrong with you?

No, let me go! Let me go! - You are completely crazy. C'mon- hey!

- POLICE EVERYWHERE, JUSTICE NOWHERE!

COP: On the hood!

- OK, I get it, you're angry.

But I remind you that it was you who told me to follow my lead,

so I'm following my lead! - Morgane?

Shut up. - ((Okay, okay...))

RADIO: Do you need a vehicle?

MORGANE: Karadec? Um...

I was thinking, given that

this seems to be taking longer than expected,

maybe now would be a good time to

tell you about something that might hurt-

- Sir! Uncuff us right now, we're colleagues.

- It's good, we checked your ID. Really sorry, Commander.

- No problem. Follow me. - Wait! It's OK for you! Hey!

And me?

Uncuff me! I was following a lead! Shit!

SIGHS Okay, great.

WELCOME TO OUR AGENCY

ADAM: It's a list of funerals that occurred in recent months.

L'EPINE NEIGHBORHOOD

EMMERIN NEIGHBORHOOD

NEUVILLE NEIGHBORHOOD LILLE NEIGHBORHOOD

VILLENEUVE NEIGHBORHOOD

Morgane. Morgane!

Morgane!

- What exactly are you doing? - I'm following my lead!

- Let's go.

OW! You’re hurting me! - Pardon, I'm sorry.

- Ow! Balls. Fudge. - Really, I apologize.

Hi, one and all!

- Let us pray for Maurice Brossard.

ADAM: Morgane?

- Come on, don't be shy.

Hey, I can tell you that with what they enjoy from their plundering,

they can buy us an aperitif.

Do you mind? Well!

How does this little scam work? Who will start?

Okay, I'll give it a go!

You! Mrs Tupperware!

You're always at church doing we don't know what,

so I guess you're a species of parish assistant, like that? Huh?

- O lord-

LAUGHS That's it!

It allows you to meet with families of the deceased,

to organize the funerals, obviously. But you're no more Catholic than me!

No, what interests you is spotting the dead with big wallets, huh?

And then on the day of the memorial you show up

with your Tupperware of cookies under one arm, and then you plant a fake will!

LAUGHS

Who's responsible for selling the real estate that you acquire this way?

Taking a little in commission, for having to mess around so much.

You're the real estate agent! Ha ha!

And who are you ?

- The notary. - Of course! The notary!

The notary who authenticates the fake will,

wherein the deceased leaves everything to you, yes!

Well that made me hungry!

Well, pass me the menu please, thanks.

- How long has this scam been going on?

ESTATE AGENT: 'Scam'? What do you you mean 'scam'?

ADAM: The exact term is 'organized fraud.'

So Alexandra figured it all out?

I guess by dint of going to funerals and spotting your little runaround.

ALL: No! - We didn't even know her.

- Then why did you go to her house after her death?

- Purely out of Christian charity.

I visit all the bereaved families!

- She doesn't give up! Hey,

this little flowery notebook that fell out of your bag,

we saw it the first time we went to Alexandra's house.

That's what you went back the second time to look for.

- May I? - I'm torn between the hash and the quiche.

ADAM: Names of the deceased.

- Is the quiche nice? ADAM: The number of heirs.

Property descriptions. Everything's here.

Alexandra had the notebook, it was the proof she needed to report you.

You killed her to shut her up.

ALL: No!

MIREILLE: No no no no no! No, hold on.

We just do little scams, killing people isn't the same thing.

- A while back we spotted that woman, right?

We let her run her game,

and she let us run ours— - Mmm!

—until the funeral day before yesterday. - Yes, everything was going as usual,

she was snooping around in the back of the church,

we were politely ignoring each other, and then I got up

to go read the Universal Prayer and

once I was behind the desk she started to look sideways.

I said to myself 'Mireille, stop being paranoid.'

But after the service I noticed she had stolen my little notebook.

- And 2 minutes later she went to see Régis,

and asked him where the nearest police station was.

- And she was in that station. ESTATE AGENT: Huh?

- Yes, she even made an appointment to file a complaint the next day.

Except you followed her, to eliminate her before that.

MIREILLE: No. REGIS: No no no!

- Did you look at him? - Regis?

- Oh, no no no no no!

We each went home scared out of our minds.

When I learned of her death,

I went to visit her husband to retrieve the notebook. That's all.

- That's all.

- That's all.

- Well I'm having the hash, I haven't had it in years and I love it.

Excuse me, do you have any of the hash left, please?

Are you kidding me?

Why'd you ask the kids to do the laundry when you didn't turn it off?

LUDO: I didn't have anything clean. It's not my fault you come home

so late from work. - What are all these bits of tissue? Oh no!

No, don't tell me you don't check your pockets!

Ludo, seriously, how old are you? - Listen, I can't think of everything,

look at the state I'm in! - Oh, sure!

- You talk to Super Cop? - No. Here, help me please.

- What are you expecting?

That he's gonna say, 'Oh, I must say! Great! I've always dreamed of

having a baby with a woman I'm sick to death of.'

Mom, you're not ready to have a child together!

You don’t even know each other!

You really should tell her you want to keep it.

Otherwise she won't let it go.

- I haven't decided. - Mmmm?

- What?

You see the mess that is my life.

Conditions are not ideal. - Mm-hmmm...

At the same time, it's better than when you had Thea without a father.

- Yeah, but... - Or Eliott. Even though we had sex... twice?

SHE LAUGHS

Or Chloe, when we were separating.

LAUGHS - Oh yeah. I'd forgotten.

- That mess is your life, Morgane.

I don't know anyone who does it better than you.

Ah... can you get me a ruler? I have an itch-

- No no no! No no no. No, honey!

No, we said not on the evidence!

SIGHS - Ahhh!

UNIVERSAL PRAYER

LUDO SIGHING WITH RELIEF

MORGANE: Hello? Karadec?

Hey! Kara'?

It's me! Woo! Hey!

Woo! Kara', seriously!

No, Kara', it's super important, I had a flash! Come on!

Kara', don't fuck around, come down!

I can see you're there, the light went off!

Hey, I see you! - ((Seriously?))

- The inheritance thieves were actually paranoid,

Alexandra wasn't planning to report them when she came to the station.

She wasn't looking in the little flower notebook for proof of a scam—

—it was the Universal Prayer! - ...pray for Michèle-

- I didn’t know what it was either, but I did a search!

So, imagine: we do the Universal Prayer at the end of Mass,

to honor those who've recently died.

Mrs Tupperware said that when she read the prayer

she thought Alexandra looked weird,

and she deduced, as we deduced, that their scam was toast!

Except it wasn't! Not at all!

That's the great thing!

Alexandra got stuck on a specific part of the prayer!

And that part is—?

Do you want to say it? Huh?

'We pray for Mrs Chevrier, departed on March 5,

surrounded by her children.'

BAM! It's "huge," right?

Well— 'Mrs Chevrier'?

Like? 'Patrick Chevrier,'

Alexandra's husband's boss? - It's my boss.

PATRICK CHEVRIER

His mother dies March 5, are you surprised

that Alexandra goes crazy upon learning that?

NEIGHBOR: IS SHE GONNA SHUT UP?

WHOA!

MORGANE: So what happened on March 5?

The boyfriend of Alexandra's daughter Manon

got killed on his skateboard, huh? NEIGHBOR: WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK!

- What? All right- OH!

So... and the husband!

What'd the husband say, what'd he tell us?

The husband told us he had a work dinner!

Please— a work dinner?

The night his boss's mother dies?

It would've been postponed, huh? So he lied!

(Why would he lie?) NEIGHBOR: SHUT UP!

(Why would he lie?) Because in my opinion—

He had something to do with the kid's death!

OH! HERE'S MY COLLEAGUE! Hey...

you know you have a psycho neighbor?

And he has good aim!

- I'll give you 15 seconds.

- Well, it wasn't the gang of inheritance thieves

that Alexandra was gonna report to the cops—

—but her husband. There you have it.

Because she had understood exactly the same thing as us.

If that isn't a beautiful motive,

it was worth it, for me to come, and say it... in person.

- Brilliant, Morgane. As always.

I’ll take care of it in the morning.

Next time send me a message, OK? No need to come to my house.

DOOR CLOSES

We studied the investigation report into the death of Robin Le Biau,

your daughter's boyfriend.

The night he was hit by a train,

a bystander told police he saw a gray vehicle

following him at high speed.

The witness was very drunk, so his statement was not taken seriously.

An investigation concluded it was a simple accident.

But everything is all wrong.

On the evening of the tragedy you told your family

that you were at a work dinner in Le Touquet.

But that's wrong.

Your boss lost his mother that day and the dinner was canceled.

According to your colleagues you went straight home.

Remind me, what color is your vehicle, Mr Collet?

SNIFFLES

. . .

It was an accident.

SOBS

So you admit that it was you chasing Robin that evening?

SNIFFLING Yes, but I- I- I didn't want to.

. . .

CHRISTOPHE: I came home early that evening, as planned.

And... . . .

when I arrived, everyone was asleep.

I went in, on tiptoes...

When I got to the hallway,

I heard some noise from my daughter’s room.

I pushed on the door,

and I saw this little punk in bed with her.

Manon was only 16 at the time,

and he was of age,

in the middle of... REVULSED

I mean, you know.

- What happened then?

- I went back to my car without making noise.

To calm down.

Why she wanted to go out with that skateboarder, I don't know.

I thought I would just scare him.

He tried to lose me, crossing the line, and-

SNIFFLES

At that moment, the train came.

- And no one noticed anything?

CRYING

Alexandra discovered the truth,

she wanted to report you.

- No, no, I...

I didn't kill Alexandra.

I- I didn't even know she suspected something.

ADAM: You should call a lawyer;

you are in custody for homicide, and your home will be searched.

SIGHS

- Morgane? - Yes?

- Uh, I just wanted to say... goodbye.

In case I’m gone when you come back.

- Okay- watch out- yes-

Yes? - Take care of yourself.

You'll surely be next.

- Okay... Okay.

I’m just gonna pee and I’ll be right back, it’s not...

- ((I'll miss you.))

((Fuck.))

Excuse me.

- Oh good, it's all right.

SMALL LAUGH

- Oops. - No, it's- actually, you have to push,

it's counterintuitive. - OK, thanks.

MORGANE: It's upside-down. - Oh, yes.

By the way, your first name, what is it?

AMERICAN DRAWL 'Morgane'!

- Yeah, that's right, yeah: 'MOR-gane Alva-RO!'

- "Enchante," "Nice to meet you!" - "Yeah!" Bebop-a-lu-la, "rock & roll!"

LAUGHS

- And I pushed the door.

- By the way, I'm Fred.

Yeah, Daphne? We recovered his computer and mobile phone,

they're to be analyzed.

MESSAGE ALERTS

CHIRP

- Yeah, Karadec, it's me. I had an intuition,

so I'm leaving you a message, eh, as agreed.

We have a door problem. Call me.

CHIRP

Yeah, it's Morgane, you didn't call me back.

I really need to talk to you, the husband took us for a ride-

CLICK, CHIRP

Yeah, well it's me again, uh, you're not super responsive, eh?

Well, too bad, I'll explain it to you in a voice message.

Earlier, when you questioned our suspect about Robin's death,

he said he freaked out when he caught him in bed with his daughter.

I'm starting to not agree at all, because when he told us the story

he said he pushed the door

and saw them getting it on.

He said he pushed the door. See where I'm going?

- No. - Ah, no, I don't know why,

but I think you don't see.

Well no big deal. Go upstairs, I'll explain. OK?

Yoo hoo! Yoo hoo! Up here. Yoo hoo! Here.

Up here. That's it. Here you go.

Take the stairs up, I'm waiting for you.

Come on! We'll run some tests.

There. That's it. All good?

Are you upstairs? Can I continue?

Have you noticed that most doors open the same way?

That is to say, towards the interior of the room.

You haven't noticed? Well I'll tell you.

There are plenty of logical reasons for that-

Well, it avoids opening it into the face of the people passing by, OK?

And it avoids you getting stuck in the room.

You see?

For example, in ancient Rome, Nero & Friends opened doors inward

to let in Janus, the god of changes, transitions, and doors.

Though there were exceptions,

as those who render service to the nation, those guys got the privilege

of being able to open their doors outward, the showoffs.

If you go to Manon's room, you'll see that

the door opens outwards due to a radiator behind it.

Which means that to surprise his daughter in bed with Robin from the hallway,

Christophe should have pulled, not pushed, so he lied to us again.

Why?

Well I think it wasn't his daughter's room that he opened that evening,

((but his!))

- Hey! - (Sshh!)

It wasn't his daughter he discovered with the boyfriend,

(it was his wife!)

The victim was fucking her daughter's boyfriend,

and this miscarriage story is rubbish.

If she was going to go to his funeral it's not to cry for a baby,

but to cry for her lover.

Christophe never told his wife he attacked her lover.

But when Alexandra learned by chance of the death of Mrs Chevrier,

after a year of silence,

she understood that he had killed him, and she needed to confide in someone.

MANON: Mom, mom, how could you?

You bitch, you "cougar," you fucking "cougar"!

Dirty "cougar"-! CROSSTALK

MANON SHOUTS

DOOR OPENS

Karadec, did you get my messages? Did you listen to them?

MESSAGE ALERTS

Karadec you got my messages?

Because he said 'push.'

He said 'push,' not 'pull.' MESSAGE ALERT

CROSSTALK, MESSAGE ALERTS

CROSSTALK

ECHOING CROSSTALK

- You all right? You look pale.

- I didn't want to.

Sorry.

- DEAF ACCENT What? - Sorry.

- DEAF ACCENT What?

DEAF ACCENT - What have you done?

MANON CRYING

MANON CRYING PAUL GASPING

- Right, so I know it's not good moment.

At the same time, you never know the right moment, so it never is,

So you just have to force the moment.

We slept together and I'm pregnant.

- Gilles? - We slept together? When?

- What the hell? Where's Karadec?

- The Commander told me to put his gun away.

GASPS (Fuck...!) One time, on Celine's desk...

- Huh? - I thought it was a dream-

- No no, Gilles, Gilles- it wasn't you I slept with—

—it was Karadec. - (Karadec?!)

(Oh fuck, right, he was there too!)

- Gilles, that was a dream, OK?

A dream. It was a dream. - It was a dream, a dream, a dream.

(A dream...) DAPHNE: Um...

the Commissioner wants to see us.

- (It was a dream.) - (Yes, it was a dream.)

CELINE: Oh, thanks, come. Please?

Thank you for your attention, I have an announcement to make.

It'll only take a minute.

- (Really? My time has come.)

I was waiting to have all the information before telling you about it.

Cmdr Karadec requested and has obtained a transfer to the Financial Brigade.

He leaves us next week, and will be replaced by Cmdr Prigent,

here present, welcome. - (Yesss!)

Sorry. That's- the Financial Brigade, that's...

...really amazing. Bravo.

CELINE: Well, there it is, that's all.

MURMURING

♪ STOCKHOLMSVY ♪ BY HANNES FEATURING WATERBABY

♪ I'LL BE HONEST I'LL BE HONEST WITH YOU ♪

♪ AND IF WE'RE TALKING I'M GONNA TELL YOU THE TRUTH ♪

♪ YOU AND ME ♪

♪ MADE A LOVER OF AN ENEMY, YEAH ♪

♪ STOCKHOLMSVY ♪

♪ WE'RE GONNA MAKE A MEMORY ♪

♪ COS YOU'VE BEEN ON THE WESTSIDE ♪

♪ SHOWING 'EM YOUR BEST SIDE ♪

♪ YOU'VE BEEN WEARING NEW ♪

♪ JEANS AND SHOES ♪

♪ WHILE I'VE BEEN LIVING LESS LIFE ♪

♪ SLEEPLESS GET NO REST NIGHTS ♪

♪ THINKING 'BOUT US ♪

♪ AND HOW I DO ♪

♪ YOU AND ME ♪

♪ MADE A LOVER OF AN ENEMY (YEAH), YEAH ♪

♪ STOCKHOLMSVY ♪

♪ WE'RE GONNA MAKE A MEMORY (MEMORY) ♪

♪ OK ♪

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♪ REMEMBER HOW SHE ALMOST FOOLED ME TOO? (I DO) ♪

♪ YOU COULD DO BETTER I MEAN HONESTLY (I COULD) ♪

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♪ YOU AND ME ♪

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