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SNORING, PIGEONS COOING

MUSIC FROM CLOCK RADIO

GASPS - Fuck! Shit!

OK, power outage, the alarm didn't go off.

Everybody get up! Hurry up! We're in a hurry here!

OK? Come on, up, get up! Up up up!

THEA: (What's going on?) - Take him please, I have to call,

the alarm didn't go off.

- Yes, excuse me, I'll be a little late. What time is it? What's the time?

ELIOTT: It’s 8:10. - I had an appointment at 8:30.

This is just to tell you I'll be there around 9 at the latest.

What? 2 pm? No. No! No! No, what do I tell work?

No, they don't know.

No, I don't have RTT,* I'm a consultant. * PAID TIME OFF IN EXCHANGE FOR OT

Consultant is like 'independent'—

—it's like 'in your ass, retirement and maternity leave!'

No, know what? I'll come in, it'll be easier. Right away!

- What's this appointment? - Uh, the 1st trimester ultrasound.

I struggled like a dog to get it, - Your ultrasound?

so there's no question of missing it. Have a nice day!

- Does this mean you're keeping it?

MUTTERING

So, we're going to put you in daddy's arms. Oh daddy?

There you go. Come on. Have a nice day!

LUDO: Morgane, how can I drop her off? I can't even walk!

- Yes, just call my mother.

- Mom, a child, it’s not decided lightly.

- Yes, it's true, you don't say!

We'll talk about it this evening, because now I have to teleport!

What a day!

PIGEON COOING

SIGHS

BRAKES SQUEAL

Go on. That's it.

HONKING MARILYN YELLS

Eh? What?

MARILYN: This is for staff only! - Yes, I'm Dr. Montgomery,

the new neurosurgeon. A brain transplant is waiting in the OR. OK?

Hey... look at that!

RESERVED MEDICAL STAFF

Excuse me, sorry. Maternity?

- Hey, oh, everyone takes their turn, please.

- Ah... Sir, sorry, Maternity, please?

Not listening, fine.

Excuse me, do you mind if I cut? I'm pregnant.

VIOLAINE: Me too. So get in line like everyone else.

- Yeah, OK, but this is my fourth.

My cervix can come loose at the slightest sneeze, OK? SHOUTS

- But...

- (Okay!)

(Oh shit!)

Ah! Hey! HONKING

We meet again!

- Good morning, doctor. Did the operation go well?

- Yes yes... Thank you.

Uh, so here it is, uh...

In addition to being a surgeon, I'm pregnant.

I had my first ultrasound this morning, but... Well, I'll keep it short for you.

We had emergency open heart surgery, we almost lost the kid,

well, don't worry, everything's fine, but it's true,

now I'm a little late, and I...

Yeah. OK. OK, OK!

I'm in trouble. I denied the pregnancy, the father may be a colleague and..

In short, if I'm late, I'll be toast. - Yes, that's-

- I'll you everything. He requested a transfer without consulting me.

I mean, after all we've been through! So clearly

the guy doesn't give a damn about me, not to mention the baby.

Yes, he doesn't know, OK,

but not for the lack of trying to tell him!

It's true, if I'm honest, there are 3 potential fathers,

(but, I don't know why, but I feel it, I feel it, I feel it!)

- Okay, next! CROSSTALK

I'm sorry, it's 8:50, your appointment has passed.

You have to get back in line at the admissions counter.

CROSSTALK - Dr. Bubé asked us to make an appoinment.

We've been waiting for 30 minutes and he still hasn't arrived.

- He should be here. I'll accompany you.

- Wait! Hey, I was here first! Oh!

SIGHS

Say, would anyone switch tickets with me?

ALL MURMUR - Out of the question!

- I'm pregnant. Sorry, actually...

LOUDER MURMURING

SHOUTING

- Call the police! Quickly! Dr Bubé! Call the police!

HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

CAMERA FIRES

MARILYN: I've worked for him for 25 years.

He was the head of PMA.* * ASSISTED REPRODUCTION

SOBS

He's helped so many people!

ADAM: I understand.

Should you notify a family member?

- His brother and... his ex- wife.

- No children?

- No. He said that...

his mission was to help others have them.

- Hmm.

- Oh...

- The patients present this morning, they all stayed?

- Yes.

A hospital official stopped everyone, they're with your colleague.

BENOÎT: Yes, he called us in.

It was our follow-up after IVF.

- It's thanks to him I'm pregnant.

Before him we had consulted several specialists, but it didn't work.

GILLES: Very well, thank you. I will take your contact details.

- Uh... We just gave them to you.

- Oh yes! Sorry, I'm exhausted. Actually, I didn't sleep well, I...

- (Psst!)

- Our boss is leaving and we're all a little shaken up .

MORGANE: (Psst!)

AGGRAVATED GROAN (Psst! Psst!)

- I- I'll be back in 2 minutes.

(Morgane! What're you doing here?) - (Well...)

- (The others are waiting for you at the crime scene!)

GASPS (Oh fudge!)

(The 1st trimester ultrasound!)

- (Yes.)

- No one knows? - (No.)

- (Come with me before they see you.)

I found Morgane.

She passed through Madeleine,* the dummy! * A SUBURB

We know to never go through Madeleine in the morning!

- No.

GILLES LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

- She's HP, but that’s not Bison Futé!* * MAPS APP

LAUGHING If I can put it that way...!

- Funny, I thought I saw your car in the lot.

GILLES: Oh?

- Okay, fine, you burned me. I came to get a Pap smear.

There! Since I have to reveal my privacy,

I ask you, what the hell are doing here? No? Right! Well then. Huh?

- Don't worry, I'm leaving at the end of the case,

I'm just ensuring the handover to Cmdr Prigent.

- Already? ADAM: Yeah.

- Okay, come on, let's not waste time. The doctor, what'd he die of?

- Listen, I'm not going to go back through it all, you'll read the report.

FRED: Sorry for the delay. I made the mistake of taking the ring road.

And there was an accident,

a family of hedgehogs crossed at the wrong time.

Help took a long time to arrive, I had to perform CPR.

GILLES LAUGHS

FRED: It was hell.

ADAM: Very sad. FRED: I saved some, but not all.

MORGANE GUFFAWS

- He's joking.

- As the coroner clarified for those who were on time,

the victim received a blow to the head, using a fire extinguisher.

This may indicate that it was not premeditated.

FRED: Given the violence of the blow, the killer must be strong.

And... the rigidity? ADAM: Death occurred early this morning.

According to the first witnesses, Dr Bubé was liked.

No known animosities... yes? - Nonsense!

In my opinion, your doctor had serious 'animosities,' as you say.

Earlier, he had an appointment with a Mr Lopez.

Stop me if I'm wrong, obviously, but:

It's still quite rare for gentlemen to make a

gynecologist appointment without their lady.

Because I imagine Mr Lopez isn't a patient,

he's the hospital's legal guy. LEGAL SERVICES

So I think your doctor had complaints up the ass.

- Not bad.

- I imagine Céline warned you?

- About the 160 IQ? - Yes.

- Yeah, it’s amazing. - Mm-hmm.

It saves you time, it's great. - Yes!

Yeah, it- it depends.

SMASH CUT Fred spoke with the hospital's legal director, and,

as Morgane guessed, a couple did file a complaint against the establishment.

- And especially against the doctor. It appears rather serious:

telephone harassment, a barrage of requests,

then boom— lawyers, etc.

- We're waiting for the two women, they should arrive soon.

There it is.

Yes, 'two women'- Hello, Gilles? Are you with us?

Something about a woman-woman couple that bothers you?

- No, not at all.

Since it's the Commander's last briefing, I-

I'm taking mental photos.

- All right. OK, uh...

- ((Psst. Were you offered this position before they recruited someone?))

FRED: Any leads from the hospital CCTV?

- ((No.))

ADAM: Yeah. Daphné, where are we with the videos?

- Daphne? - Well, we have nothing usable.

The security system was vandalized 6 months ago, including the PMA's CCTV.

FRED: Great, we're moving forward. Hey 160,

don't you have something up your sleeve, a hunch— I dunno, something awesome?

- No, nothing.

FRED: Nothing. Alright.

OK, fine. Look, I'm going to see if our suspects have arrived.

Then, if you have any business... call me, an email... I dunno...

- I'm really sorry you found out about my departure like that.

I wanted to be the first one to tell you about it.

- Well yes, it’s brutal! ADAM: I know, Gilles.

But I'm sure it will go well. Cmdr Prigent has my trust.

Now we have a case to solve, the last one together.

So can I count on you to give it your best?

ADAM: Gilles?

Daphne?

Morgane?

- What? - Will you give it your best?

- Extremely.

- OK.

Thanks.

JUDITH: I don't really understand what we're doing here, actually.

Uh, Dr Bubé will have-

- Dr Bubé is dead, he was killed this morning at his office.

- Shit!

ZOE: We're here because you think it was us?

- According to the hospital you launched legal proceedings against Dr Bubé, why?

- Uh, because we were tired of being pushed around.

- Yeah. - We told him we've want a child for years.

So when PMA was legalized for us, we started right away.

- Yes, we contacted a lot of specialists, but

it wasn't that simple. As soon as I mentioned Zoé,

suddenly their schedules were full.

The fact was, two lesbians weren't their priority.

- But... - But the worst, by far, was Dr Bubé.

ADAM: What do you mean?

JUDITH: We thought he was different, given his reputation.

- Oh, it's leaking everywhere! - It's all over my dress!

Oh! Oh no, it's annoying. Shit.

It's a festival of hassles. - Oh yeah?

- Well, between Ludo and his broken leg, the power outage this morning,

and the doctor who got killed on the exact day of my... jogging...

- Are you running? - Yeah. I was going to start this morning.

So, really, you see... DAPHNE: You have no luck.

MORGANE: I'm fed up.

Then it had to happen.

- What had to happen? - Well, the return of karma.

You've done so many super-selfish things

your whole life that it's expected that fate will reverse.

- I did selfish things? Give me a break!

- Well- - It's not karma—

—it's a pain in the ass, that's what it's called.

- It's not, OK? OK. - Yes.

But if I were you, I'd be carfeful.

The return of karma often manifests

as a messenger or prophet who wants to take the

form of a barn owl, or, well, a coyote.

Sometimes, a moray eel. Rare, but it happens. Yeah. Mm-hmm.

COOING

JUDITH: ...spoke of a bad experience, so I was suspicious.

At the first appointment I didn't mention Zoe right away.

- You pretended to be single?

- Straight and single, yes.

- And then we decided that... I would make an appointment.

- Dr Bubé was very assuring about the implantation.

- For him everything was 'green.' - Yes, until the day of the transfer.

But then I arrived with Zoé, and he saw us together,

he said he was sorry, but it turned out

none of the embryos were viable.

- We asked for an explanation and he politely pushed us towards the exit.

And for six months, radio silence.

- "Stop," wait, 6 months? Did she say 6 months?

DAPHNE: Mm-hmm. - Daphne, wasn't their security system

vandalized 6 months ago? - Well, yeah.

FRED: And we have video from that period? - Uh, yes.

- I never believed his embryo story.

You don't go from 3 to zero just like that.

So, yes, it deserved a discrimination lawsuit.

ZOE: But not death.

FRED: Okay.

DAPHNE: This is the date the suspects are talking about.

The sabotage was no illusion.

- Hey! The two doctors there.

Is there anything that surprises you?

Their shirts, don’t you see anything? OTHERS: No.

- Good.

As you know,

since antiquity, doctors wear white.

Symbol of purity.

And hey, it's easier to clean. Some bleach, and there you go!

They're beautiful, huh?

But then, after the two world wars, they saw that all the blood squirting

on the white coats... - Stains.

- Exactly! SOLDIERS SHOUTING

- So, to avoid the butcher boy look, COMBAT NOISE

we had the idea to switch to green shirts. COMBAT NOISE

I don't know if you've noticed, red on green is less visible.

MORGANE: Well, green doesn't suit everyone.

Then, in the 1960s, the first medical TV series began.

But white on screen was harsh on the eyes.

So they opted for blue shirts.

'DOCTOR': Sophie, a gurney, quickly! 'SOPHIE': Yes Dr Ruiz, right away!

- Is the gurney coming? - Not bad, blue!

It worked so well that fashion caught on in real life,

especially in the operating room,

where the light is so bright that blue dazzles less than white.

So in quite a few hospitals, white shirts

are reserved for assistants, like Marilyn.

- So our 2 guys are medical assistants—

—OK, "so what"? - Look at their collars!

- What?

- They have banded collars and not V-shaped.

- Those guys aren't part of the hospital.

GILLES: Ahhh! FRED: So they were there incognito

6 months ago when the security system was vandalized.

- There it is.

- Daphne, can you try facial recognition please please?

- Yes...

MATCH FOUND

- Oh. Enzo Collard, 29 years old.

4 years for vandalism and violence,

monitored by the DGSI* as an animal rights extremist. * INTERNAL SECURITY

He has several actions to his credit,

notably in butcheries and slaughterhouses.

- Wait, I recognize him.

- How so? SHE'S FLABBERGASTED

- Well, I almost ran over him over this morning in the parking lot.

MORGANE: Go on!

- My colleagues will carry out the checks. Stay reachable.

- Very well. - Thank you.

- Goodbye sir. - Goodbye.

They don't have an alibi, but... - If you please—

- Uh— thank you so much. Right,

the hospital confirms the incident.

6 months ago, 2 men entered the building and sabotaged an incubator.

- Great. - Embryos were destroyed,

including those of the Commander's suspects.

The affair was hushed up to protect the hospital's reputation.

- Yes, Daphne! Good game! SHE LAUGHS

- Uh, what's going on? FRED: We have 2 suspects,

Enzo Collard, leader of an anti-speciesist collective,

and another activist we have not yet identified.

Morgane saw them leaving the hospital after the murder.

- Two anti-speciesist activists, okay. Why would they target a hospital?

- Well, we'll ask them, but we have to catch them first.

- Yes. - The DGSI located Enzo Collard,

at the moment he works at the Vauban Garden.

- Oh! - YES! Well done, Gillou!

FRED: Let's go!

CROSSTALK

FRED: Great, team! - All right, no problem.

ZOO CLOSED

- Okay, I have the info: Enzo Collard

and his accomplice work here.

- Okay, great.

- The girl I had the pleasure of talking to at the gate

told me that they've taken care of

the maintenance of the cages for the last few weeks.

- Mm-hmm. - Well I get the impression someone

is going to release the pandas and orangutans.

Right, shall we go? - Absolutely not!

There's too many people, it's too "risky."

We wait for them to finish work, and

approach them outside without making waves.

- "Boring!"

FRED: Are you serious?

- We don't know how they'll react.

The last thing we need is alerting them to our presence.

- Oh, well sure, warning people isn’t really your thing.

- Excuse me? - Oh nothing.

- I don't understand.

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hIMPATIENT SIGH

- Seriously, Morgane, now that you say it, I wonder—

—Adam, you never really explained why you're leaving.

- That's right, Adam! It's a good question!

- Well let's just say I wanted new challenges.

- Oh yeah? Like the challenge of

respecting people enough to not ask for a transfer behind their backs?

- Yeah, for example.

or like working, with trust, without risking

betrayal at the first opportunity. SHE LAUGHS DARKLY

COUGHS (AWKWARD EMBARRASSMENT)

- Or the challenge of giving people a second chance,

and not running away at the slightest misstep.

FRED: (Oh fuck.)

Excuse me, I think I touched a sensitive spot., right?

- No, not at all.

- Anyway...

- No no. Honestly, not at all.

- Okay.

- I give second chances.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hSARCASM \h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h- Mmm!

- Yeah. And thirds.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

And fourths and fifths\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h and tenths and 100ths.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h

And thousandths, Morgane.

And one day, the rope snaps.

- ('The rope snaps.')

BACK DOOR OPENS, CLOSES

FRED: HEY!

HEY! POLICE! STOP!

STOP!

- Go on!

HONK

Oh!

HEY! DON'T MOVE!

MUFFLED DON'T MOVE! DON'T MOVE!

- Oh fuck, the stupid...!

- I SAID 'DON'T MOVE'!

- STOP! HEY!

ADAM: Morgane! Morgane! - DON'T MOVE!

MORGANE: HANDS IN THE AIR!

- COME HERE! COME HERE!

COME HERE!

- HANDS IN THE AIR! HEY!

HANDS IN THE AIR! BEHIND YOUR BACK!

ON YOUR HEAD!

- I SAID 'STOP'! HEY!

Come here!

Fuck!

BICYCLE BELL

- I SAID 'STOP'!

GRUNTS

ANIMALS CALL

TARZAN YELL

MORGANE: STOP!

GROWLS

- Hey! No!

POLICE! BACK UP!

Come here...

BICYCLE BELL

FRED: POLICE! STOP!

FRED: I'M TALKING TO YOU! MORGANE: Hey! Don't move!

BICYCLE BELL

FRED: STOP!

COME HERE! COME HERE! COME- BRAKES SQUEAK

GRUNTING

Come here, come here. Fucker...

SPRAY HISSES - Hold him! Ha!

HA! CROSSTALK

MORGANE: Hold him! FRED SHOUTS

FRED WHISTLES

- You and your friend infiltrated Jeanne de Flandres Hospital twice,

including this morning. To do what?

Because... - The famous...

the spectacular, the extraordinary,

the all-powerful Enzo Collard! King of closed-fist actions!

STOMPS

Co-founder of the AAF,

the Anti-speciesist Action Front!

♪ Anti-speciesist Action Front! ♪ Wow! Wow!

FRED: Wow! Great name.

Actually, I find it a bit rotten, but

when you're in prison you'll have a lot of time—

—really, all your time— to find something better. TAPS TABLE

You know, Alain, deep down, I agree with you 100%.

What we put animals through, it's abominable. Really.

However, something escapes me: how does vandalizing a hospital

improve their lot? You explain it to me!

ENZO: Am I in police custody? I ask, because,

according to article 63-1 of the Penal Code— as you well know, by the way—

—I don't have to actually answer. ADAM: Indeed.

But not cooperating can be seen as a chargeable element.

Six months ago, you sabotaged an incubator which

contained the embryos of around 20 couples.

Why do such a thing?

- Humans kill almost 4 billion animals every day for food.

\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hFRED: Hmm.

- It's not a big deal if there are 15 fewer of us next year.

- Well, actually, no. I understand that killing a doctor

is almost an eco-friendly gesture for you, right?

Here, look at this. Look well.

So now you're going to tell us what happened:

you went into the office, you got busted,

you panicked and it all went to hell.

Biff, boff, 'oh'! Pow!

- We didn't kill him, we didn't kill him,

and I already said that I will answer no more of your questions.

- Ai yi-yi yi-yi yi-yi, this is going badly.

This is going badly.

ADAM: Alain, you're 18 years old and have no record.

If you let yourself get drawn into this by your friend,

and you want to get out of it, you have to help us.

- I have nothing to tell you.

- I tell you, I absolutely have to reschedule an ultrasound!

Yes, OK, this is not my first barbecue,

May I remind you, my eggs aren't the freshest, so if we could check...

What? Huh?

The wishlist. The birth wishlist. It's €3,600 and growing.

- No no no, don't put me on hold, that's twice already! Shit!

- Are you listening? - What?

- The birth wishlist. - Yes?

- €3,600, huh? You should've got pregnant before selling Chloé's stroller!

- Oh, Thea, it’s okay. - Better pray it’s a girl,

because if it's a boy the clothes are 1,000 bucks more.

- Hello!

THEA: Unless you dress him gender neutral.

- What's that smell? - A fire started in the kitchen.

- How did a fire start? - Everyone's fine, but with my leg

I couldn't move. The firefighters said there was a loose wire,

Apparently it came from Gilles' toaster.

- It's really strange, I haven't found my toaster since you moved.

Are you sure you didn't do something with it?

DAPHNE: Then it had to happen.

The return of karma, the return of karma,

the return of karma, karma, karma, karma, karma, karma...

RECORDING: Maternity service, we will take your call.

♪ THE FOUR SEASONS ♪

PIGEON COOING

- What?

I was going to give him back his fucking toaster, OK?

. . .

I'll give it back to him! It's OK now!

Anyway, he's allergic to gluten, so

this toaster was a real time bomb for him.

So I may have saved his life, huh? So, friendship.

And why am I talking to a pigeon? You know what?

Clear off! Clear off and stop shitting on my car, OK?

- Don't worry, we will take your call... ♪ THE FOUR SEASONS ♪

- Maternity service, hello? - Yes? Oh my, yes.

- Hello? Hello? - Well, not too early, huh?

Yes, hello, complicated to reach you, yes.

- Can you hear me? - Yes? Yes, yes- uh, well-

Yes, I hear you. - I'm hanging up.

- No! No, don't hang up! DISCONNECT SIGNAL

Hello? DISCONNECT SIGNAL

Oh no. DISCONNECT SIGNAL

No! No no! No! COOING

- So as I told your wife, we have 2 suspects,

and we're trying to confirm they were at the hospital yesterday morning.

Do you know any of these individuals?

- 2 and 5.

They passed us when we arrived, they were leaving Dr Bubé's office.

ADAM: Are you sure?

What time was it?

- About 8:15 am.

ADAM: Gilles, bring the suspects back to the cells please,

we're going to take Mr Jezebel's statement. Thanks.

- Daphne, can you reprint the reports on the 2 suspects, please?

- Yes.

PAPER JAM DAPHNE SIGHS

Oh! - What's the matter?

- Paper jam!

Oh, that's disgusting!

Is that pigeon shit? - It's fine!

- Bad bird omen! - Stop with that!

- Just a reminder.

- I was on the line with the prosecutor. Anything from the lineup?

- Uh, two witnesses say they saw the suspects leave the victim's office.

IDENTITIES OF ARRESTED SUSPECTS FORGÉT, ALAIN BORN 8 MARCH 2005

CELINE: OK, but we don't know-

- I'm waiting for the printer. - What're you doing?

: : \h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hFIRST NAME MELODY

- I'll give it back in 2 minutes.

Hold on...

I knew it! Ha!

Wait, don't move!

Hold this for me.

Don't move! - But-

Morgane! This is not OK!

- Yes, it is OK! It's OK, because imagine that our suspect

is a Bubé baby!

What I'm saying is that in Dr. Bubé's office

there was a wall covered with birth announcements

for babies he helped conceive, OK?

Well, among them there was an 'Alain' born in 2005.

Oh please.

I don't know about you, but

I don't know many Alains under 70 years old.

And for good reason! The popularity of

that first name peaked in the 1950s

when 25,000 were born per year.

To give you an idea, in 2005

there were 73 new Alains out of 800,000 births.

So the probability that there is one in Bubé's department is 1 in 10,000.

- I don't know what she's doing. Gilles...?

- Uh, yes... - And then, if we add to that

that our suspect was born on March 8,

like the baby in the announcement,

well, then, so there we are!

MORGANE: One chance in... uh...

...1 in 3,650,000!

Suffice it to say, it's the same kid. And if you don't believe me...

there’s the birthmark!

- Gilles, can we pull up the suspect's pants, please?

MORGANE: ((Thanks.)) - Is it true what she said?

Were you conceived by Dr Bubé?

- Yes. - So why are you mad at him?

- Because he killed my mother.

ADAM: This is your mom?

- I was 8 months old when she died.

My father always told me that she had a heart problem.

But one day I heard him mention chemo to my uncle.

He ended up telling me that she had breast cancer in the early 2000s,

and that 2 months after my birth, she had it again.

- I'm sorry about your mother, but I don't understand what it has to do with Dr Bubé.

- I didn't understand at first either.

I went online.

Her cancer was hormonal-dependent,

With her profile, pregnancy was contraindicated,

so IVF with injections and all that, amounted to suicide!

- Uh, wait, are you telling me

that Dr Bubé accidentally caused your mother's death

by allowing her to become pregnant? - It wasn't an accident, he knew

perfectly well what would happen.

He didn't care, he's Dr Bubé the miracle worker, that's all that counts!

When I was 18, I tried to contact him.

I thought he would apologize.

- And? - He wouldn't even take my phone call.

He didn't even know who I was.

- And that's when you and your friend Enzo Collard decided to

mess with his department, to confront him.

- I just wanted to get my mother's medical records, to prove what he did.

I met Enzo at a demonstration.

When I explained the hospital refused to send them to me, he offered to help.

The destroyed incubator was me, not him.

We couldn't get to his office to get the file, I got angry.

- That was 6 months ago.

But yesterday you accessed his office yesterday.

What happened?

You finally met Dr Bubé, he didn't know nything, and you cracked?

- (I didn't kill him.) - Alain—

—several witnesses saw you stay in his office for 5 minutes.

Even if you didn't take anything, what did you do for 5 minutes?

KNOCKING

- Alain Forgét refuses to talk.

I hope his lawyer will convince him to cooperate.

CELINE: Awesome. And for the accusations

against the doctor, concerning his mother?

were you able to check them? - No. I contacted the hospital, but,

they refuse to show us the Estelle Forgét file

without a warrant or doctor's presence. Medical confidentiality.

- Taking a break?

- Yeah. We have to wait for the judge on the warrant,

I don't have anything to do so uh, fine.

- Same here.

- The same... yes, so it seems.

- Well listen, I'll see if the prosecutor can speed things up.

ADAM: Okay, great, thanks.

Fred seems good.

ADAM: Huh?

A little impulsive, but...

dynamic, motivated. - Yeah, I think so too.

- Mmm.

He gets along well with Morgane.

- OK, they get along well. And?

- No, I mean they get along really well. - Well that's magnificent.

Maybe it'll prevent him from screwing me over with

mysterious irreconcilable differences with his colleague. Hmm?

- Yeah, it's stupid, because we were close.

- Eh, uh... He seems, and you...

- Well, no. The warrant, the judge, uh...

- No choice. - So it seems!

CALL RINGING

. . .

FRED: RASPY (Hello?) - Fred?

- (Yeah, hi.)

- Say, the LRPPN* is down, I can't find * REPORTS SYSTEM

the report of Enzo Collard's interview. * REPORTS SYSTEM

- (Shit.)

(I slipped it in my bag when I was leaving.)

(You want it by email?) - Why're you whispering? Where are you?

- (No, nothing, I'm checking something.

(See you tomorrow, OK?) MORGANE: (Come on, it's a laugh!)

HANGS UP

WARNING BEEPS

. . .

MORGANE: "Go"!

MORGANE YELPS

LOCK BEEPS

MORGANE: Let's go, "move-move"!

Got it!

'2005.'

((Shit!)) - ((Hold on.))

- ("Yes"!)

Here! This is it.

We share? - Yes.

- Take this.

- Can I ask you a question? - Yes.

- What's the damage between you and Commander Grumpy?

I felt a kind of wintry tension yesterday. Am I wrong?

- There's no damage. We don't get along anymore, that's all.

- Yeah. OK, you slept together and it wasn't great.

I understand, it's always disappointing. - Look.

I get the sense this file was falsified.

See the 2 holes on the kid's mom's blood test?

- Yes. - It's like it's been stapled,

unstapled, and then re-stapled.

- You mean there's a modified page. - Yeah. Which one?

Feel that, it's not at all the same material.

This one is thin and rough,

while the others were printed on super thick, glossy paper,

the kind private labs use to justify the indecent prices of their analyses.

- OK. - That's it. This rotten page...

- Yes... - ...is from a place that doesn't have a cent.

- Okay... - And that place is?

- The hospital.

- That's it! - Bingo!

Okay... wait... This one checks the tumor markers.

The kid is right,

Dr Bubé knew the mother had a history of cancer when he started IVF.

- He's responsible for her resulting death.

He falsified the file to cover himself.

- Yes!

And you're completely wrong, we've never slept together

Put this all back in there.

- Fuck, you scared me!

FRED: Hi.

ADAM: What are you doing? FRED: Here? Uh, actually...

- We're checking.

- That's it, we- we're checking. - Yes.

- The hospital called me,

that we could search the doctor's files,

so I wanted to check- check with Morgane.

- It's OK, don't wear yourself out. FRED: Okay...

- Morgane, can I speak with you?

- Nah, because we have checking to do and...

- But now we've finished checking. Uh, I'll leave you, huh?

I'll go; I want to have a smoke. - Hey?

- Good luck. - Well, uh...

- Commander.

- So...

So what's this about?

- Two days and you've already dragged him into your bullshit.

- We're following a lead! That's OK, right? - No, it's not actually.

You entered a hospital illegally, and you violated medical confidentiality.

I won't always be there to cover for you, Morgane.

- Wh- hey- - They'll eventually fire you!

- I remind you that it's you who talks like a big coward

so you can take the moral high ground!

- I'm a coward?

- Yes! - After all I've done for you?

I fucked up my life, Morgane!

For you!

Has there been an ounce of truth between us?

SLAM

CASTERS ROLLING FAINTLY

KEY TURNS IN LOCK

- Fuck, we're locked in!

BEEPING

(What was that noise?) BEEP

It's there.

BEEP

BEEP

GRUNTS BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

MORGANE: A bomb!

It has a vibration detector.

You must have activated it by slamming the drawer!

- This is what Enzo and Alain came to the office to do.

((Fuck.))

BEEPS

- HEY! HEY! ADAM: Fuck!

MORGANE: WE'RE STUCK! - The window! Shit!

COME ON! STUPID! I CAN'T GET IT OPEN!!

GET US OUT OF HERE! Fuck. ADAM: Shit!

SHE YELPS

- I'm stupid, I'll call Fred! - GET US OUT!

IT'S LOCKED! THERE'S A BOMB!

ADAM: 2 minutes 46.

- Come on, answer!

BEEP

OH FUCK! I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO HIS VOICEMAIL!

OK, I'll call the bomb squad! - We have to figure this out ourselves!

- Morgane, that won't work, we've never done that! Not you, not me!

- We'll have to improvise!

ADAM: Shit!

- Yes! Got it, I got it!

Basic electronics, it doesn't have to be very complicated.

I don't have enought time watching 'MacGyver' to know how it works.

So: you have to cut the power to the detonator,

but not the detector, or it explodes.

There you have it.

So if I have to choose, it must be the blue wire!

If it's the- - NoNoNoNo, don’t touch it!

- We don't have time! - I won't let you.

- IF I TELL YOU IT'S RED, IT'S RED! SHIT!

- YOU JUST SAID BLUE!

- WELL I CHANGED MY MIND!

I'M POSITIVE, COME ON, TRUST ME!

- Trust?

- Oh, Karadec, seriously? No really— right now?

You think it's the right time? BREATHING HARD

HOARSELY Okay! BREATHING HARD

OK, you're right, you're right: I'm a liar,

I lie all the time, even to you.

It's true! - OK. Move away-

- I'm not done!

I should have told you the truth

about the jewelry, about the report, it's true.

But, we're very different, you and me, huh?

I'm sorry to tell you, but sometimes you're such a—

—such a... thick-headed, control freak

that yes, I lied to you, OK, but... please...

...it wasn't to use you!

I lied because... I lied because...

because I was afraid of losing you.

That's it!

BREATHING HARD

BEEP

BEEP

- You said red? - Yes. ((Yes.))

BEEP

BEEP

- OK. - (Yes...)

Give me your hand.

BEEP

- ((Red.)) - You're sure?

- Yes! Yes. ((Yes...))

BEEP

BEEPS

SCREAMS FOR JOY, LAUGHS

HE GRUNTS MORGANE: Oh fuck!

One chance in two,

The pigeon's an SOB! WOO!

WOO! WOO! WOO-H-OO!

Ha! Yes! - One chance in two?

Did you choose by guessing? - No!

You didn't choose by- - Oh Karadec!

Shit, it's always red in the movies!

- It was luck. - No!

Did it work or not?

BEEP, MECHANISM CLICKS, TIMER RESUMES, ACCELERATED

TIMER CONTINUES

STACCATO BEEPS

SMALL BANGS, SPLATS, THEY YELL

SPRINGS CREAKING

- Are you okay?

: \h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\hKILLER

MORGANE: You're fine. It's nothing.

MORGANE: It's a... smudge.

MORGANE: Don't worry.

MORGANE: Pranksters.

Right, so yes, OK, I lied.

I didn't know which of the wires to cut.

But I had just told you I always lie, so you knew!

And on that, I didn't lie!

And excuse me, but we had to make a decision, because otherwise

we were going to have a 100% chance of staying in there, so...

FRED: Friends, we have a problem.

Alain and Enzo confessed to planting

a bomb with fake blood in the doctor's office.

ANTI-CLIMATICALLY - Oh yes?

- Oh, I... I guess I'm a little late with the warning.

- Yes, a little. FRED: Yeah, but here's the good news,

Morgane and I found something, did she tell you? About the staples thing?

MORGANE: No, I didn't have time. - That's not my problem anymore.

Okay...

You know what? You couldn't be more wrong!

Because I was particularly clever on this one

and you should've liked it!

FRED: Clearly!

- No kidding.

The thing with the staples, that was kinda hot, right?

- Well yes. Here, 160, hold onto the mom's file,

I'll get the car.

EVERYTHING IS OK, MARILYN

MORGANE: 'Everything is OK, Marilyn.'

Yeah, OK, you were the one who checked this file for Dr Bubé in 2005.

You modified a page. Am I wrong?

- When...

...when Estelle came to our department,

four other centers had already turned her away.

At the beginning I told her, like I tell the others, that with her cancer

she shouldn't consider pregnancy for at least 5 years.

But she burst into tears and... and she begged me.

- And therefore you falsified her file. - Hunh...

...You know, all these women who come to our department, each has a story...

SNAPS BOOK

- Stories. Stories are important.

- Wishing for a child who doesn't come is a great suffering.

FRED: Hmm.

MARILYN: Estelle wanted this baby so much.

MARILYN: But, well, there was no miracle.

The cancer took her a few months after giving birth.

- So you never told Dr Bubé the truth.

Eighteen years later, Estelle's son comes back,

and demands accountability, right?

- At first, I screened his calls, but

he kept coming back to the chart.

I don't understand how this child can be mad at the doctor for being alive.

- I imagine that due to being harassed,

the doctor had started asking himself questions.

- I ended up confessing everything to him 3 days ago.

- Ah! Ah! A confession made, half forgiven, eh, eh?

SHE LAUGHS - She's not wrong!

- I was afraid it would all go wrong. - He hadn't forgiven you?

- He was so mad,

he had me transferred to reception so I'd be closer to the patients,

and he wanted to check all my files. BOTH: Oh...!

- Estelle was the only time I've broken the rules in my 25-year career.

- Yeah? Hmm? Are we sure? Hmm? LAUGHS

- 25 years and that's the only black mark, it's a good career.

And what happened?

- I promised to resign without making waves.

- Sure, don't make waves. MARILYN: And in exchange-

- 'And in exchange'? - He agreed to...

...to not inform the Order of Nurses.* * PROFESSIONAL STANDARDS ASSN

- Nice! FRED: Nice.

- "Fair play"! - Right. But didn't he change his mind?

No? He called you the day before the murder,

at 10:37 pm. - That's late! Yeah.

To do what? To...

...to tell you he was going to report you? SHE SNIFFLES LOUDLY

Then you decided to murder him. - No—

—he didn't talk about that. FRED: What then?

- He just wanted me to explain my file system, for his new assistant.

- Your file system? MORGANE & FRED: At 10:37 pm?

DISAPPROVING - Whoa-oh!

QUIETLY - I didn't kill him.

I wasn't even there when- when he died,

you can check! - That's exactly what we do, we check!

- We're inspectors. - We check, we verify.

- We verify! - And I keep verifying.

- And I verify again!

THEY LAUGH

Joke.

- Besides, I checked your badge, and

8:42am was when you checked into the hospital parking lot the day of the murder.

8:42 am. And you logged onto your computer at 8:50,

which took you how long? - Beep! Eight minutes!

- Eight minutes. More than enough time to stop in the doctor's office

and murder him. - Bam!

- No! It took me a while to park because

my parking station was stolen!

- This is for staff only!

- Hey... look at that! RESERVED: MEDICAL STAFF

- But- But- say something!

- He just wanted me to explain my file system, for his new assistant.

DESTROYED INCUBATOR ROOM

- Oh, hell! Oh, hell! Oh shit!

Can we agree that you just said

that someone— and we don't care who,

because now isn't the time, all right?—

someone stole your— 'parking station'?

Nobody in France says 'parking station,'

no, we say 'parking space.' You're from Quebec, right?

Shit, you could've said so earlier, we'd have saved time!

- You're a pain, 160. We were onto something!

- We don't know anything! She didn't do it! Please, she's from Quebec!

Quebecers are surrounded 24 hours a day

by roast beefs* who don't bother * ENGLISH

to learn 3 words of French!

It annoys them, and so they can't stand anglicisms.

So they don't say 'go shopping,' but 'shop.'

They don't say 'weekend,' but 'end of the week.'

And they don't say 'parking space,' but 'parking station.'

- OK, I was born in Montreal, but how does this connect with the doctor’s death?

- The connection is that not only do you not speak exactly like us,

but you don't write dates like us either!

- In France, the convention for when we note a date,

we do it 'Day / Month / Year.'

It's not like that everywhere, for example,

in the United States it's 'Month / Day / Year.'

And then in China or Japan?

They are 'Year / Month / Day.'

Well, in Canada it's obviously a mess,

given that half of the population is English-speaking

and the other French-speaking, and, well,

so that there are no errors, your government recommends using

the ISO 8601 system, huh? That is to say:

'Year / Month / Day.'

The opposite of ours.

You see what I mean?

FRED: Of course, it's obvious.

- You don't see at all!

- He got the baby wrong!

That's why he called his assistant in

the middle of the night to talk about the filing system.

Fine, I'll make it short for you. Six months ago,

Alain and Enzo sabotaged the incubator.

- AAF!

- Yeah!

As a result, the doctor needed to inseminate his patients in a hurry,

for fear of losing the embryos.

So he calls everyone who can come, only—

—it's Friday, and usually there's no insemination on Fridays. Why?

BOTH: Because, it's the day... of...

FRED: For... MORGANE: His assistant's day off.

He's forced to fend for himself.

Obviously he got his wires crossed.

He believed that the embryo marked '22/01/23'

was the embryo collected on January 23, 2022.

Yes, but because- - Not possible.

-with the system...?

- ISIO, uh... - The way Marilyn does it,

23 - 1 - 22 actually means

January 22, 2023!

- It's reversed. - He was a meathead!

As a result, he sent Judith Varonne home

telling her that her embryos were no longer viable.

- I'm sorry madam, your embryos are no longer viable.

- What? I don't understand. - I really don't understand.

- Let's proceed with the insemination. Don't worry.

- And he mistakenly inseminated

another patient with the same initials.

'Violaine Jezebel.' It's a big mess and very bad news to report.

Which brings us to the motive? - I'm coming to that!

Our doctor obviously didn't realize he messed up.

But later, when Marilyn confessed to him that 20 years earlier

one of these patients had cancer, he panicked.

So he went to check all the files from top to bottom,

MORGANE: That's where he stumbles across his mistake.

- Big mistake. He wanted to warn the husband first

to prepare his wife for the bad news.

- No, we won't tell them, it will destroy her!

- I'm sorry Mr Jezebel, but that's not-

- No! I don't care about your embryo story!

I don't give a damn! Six months she's come to you for a baby!

Six months! - Calm down!

YELLS, CRASHING

- And then, a bad calculation. A very bad calculation-

WHISTLING, TRAILS OFF

FRED: Because then...?

So, uh...

FRED: Benoît decided to protect his wife.

We know that on the morning of the murder she left him alone

for about 10 minutes. Meaning we now have a motive.

That's all. GILLES: OK, I'll call in Benoît Jézabel.

- Great. - Well done, Morgane.

FRED: Thanks. DAPHNE: I'm going to tell Céline.

FRED: Okay.

- He's the father, right?

FRED: ((I saw a file with your name at the hospital.))

If you want to talk to someone with no children,

with an unstable romantic situation,

and above all without a uterus, you can talk to me,

I'm silent as a grave.

Uh— on the other hand, no details on the birth.

All the girl stuff that's a little weird— episiotomies, breastfeeding,

I don't want to know all that. Okay?

- Okay.

PEOPLE MINGLING, MUSIC ON SPEAKERS

GILLES: I knew he would leave eventually.

He's too big for our little brigade.

- 'Little'? We have several investigation groups.

- Do you remember the first time he arrived?

He was, like, lost.

He looked like a little bird, it was so cute.

- Isn't it time to give him the gift? - Yes.

- Let's give him the gift. The gift.

- Well, I guess he told me that- - (Let's give him the gift.)

DAPHNE: Of course. A gift! Gift!

Here it is. - You shouldn't have.

- Yeah, anyway... - Well, thanks.

CELINE: It was Gilles' idea.

- Yeah, anyway, I chose it. Um, I wanted brass,

but it was out of budget with what Didier put in the kitty.

So that,

So, there you go, but it was the best value option-

- No need to go into all the details. - Yes...

- Yeah... NERVOUS LAUGH

- What?

- (Morgane isn’t here?) ADAM: Here we are!

A Tibetan bowl.

BOWL PEALS

ADAM: Awesome!

. . .

Thank you. Thank you, Daphne.

DAPHNE: Well, I... - Thank you, Gilles.

CELINE: Ahem. Um... To Cmdr Karadec,

with whom I had the chance— we had the chance— to work with for 6 years.

And... And then, uh...

To Adam,

with whom I was able to share 6 years of friendship and trust.

SNIFFLES

We will miss you.

- I really miss you too. CELINE: To the Commander!

GLASSES CLINK

ALL: To the Commander! - Thanks.

- And to Cmdr Prigent,

who will have the difficult task of replacing you in this group.

Cheers. - Cheers.

GLASSES CLINKING

ADAM: Good health. DAPHNE: Good health! GIGGLES

TEARFULLY - I will never forget your smile.

- Me neither, Gilles.

- I think we'll do very good work together. Really.

- Well, cheers to your first investigation. - Thanks.

CELINE: You closed the case very quickly. FRED: It was a collective effort,

you have a great team, really great.

- Yes.

- If for example, Morgane hadn't taken the suspect's parking space,

I wouldn't have known that she was from Quebec. So,

in a small way it's thanks to her I found the culprit.

- Is it going well with Morgane? - Absolutely, absolutely.

In retrospect, I find that she's a little all over the place,

in terms of procedure, it's sometimes a bit 'wow, she's lively!'

But...

Her enthusiasm is surprising. I can't wait to see what she can bring.

- Oh, well finally!

CELINE: Yes, she sure is a personality.

FRED: Right, that's it exactly. She's a personality, right.

CELINE: You're late. CARON: Yes.

- This is Pierre-Emmanuel Caron, Judge Caron... my partner.

- Oh, nice to meet you.

- Frédéric Prigent, who is succeeding Karadec.

CARON: Nice to meet you.

CARON: 'My partner.' You hesitated a little.

- No, I didn't hesitate. - A little bit.

- No I didn't. - No one's sitting down?

- Do you want a drink? Relax a little?

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