Original subtitles

MORGANE: Yes, hello?

SERGE: Morgane? Yes, it's me, it's your father.

MORGANE: I remind you that you were supposed to disappear!

SERGE: I thought it would be nice if we saw each other.

- I can't talk to you... "ciao," that's it!

MOBILE RINGING

SERGE: ...we really should see each other, because I, I

have a little problem.

- I know your 'problems' and I don't want them anymore, so stop harassing me.

- I'll, I'll leave you alone then...

- He's dead.

INDISTINCT VOICES

AGNÈS: No, but what do I look like with my trolley?

Morgane? Are you listening to me?

- Yes. Well, I want to wrap this thing up quickly.

I don't see why you had to do your shopping today

since you're retired, may I remind you?

- My darling it's been 37 years

that I do my shopping on Wednesday morning.

So you're not going to make me change my habits

because of your father's death, yeah? POLITE COUGH

- As I was saying, with respect to your late father, Mr Serge Alvaro

contacted us shortly before his death to inform us of his last wishes.

We have, according to his wishes,

carried out a cremation behind closed doors.

Your father specifically asked that you scatter these ashes in Boulogne-sur-Mer,

at Kia Beach by the supervised swimming area and the chip shop.

- Oh fuck, the bastard, it's so far away.

Okay, if we want to make the round trip in a day

we have no choice, we have to take off.

- First you must settle the various costs relating to cremation.

Mr Alvaro said that you'd take care of it. - Well, yes.

- Oh! Well yes, there's no living with your father even when he's dead, eh?

MORGANE: 450 bucks just for the urn?

Sorry, listen good: Me putting third of SMIC* * GUARANTEED MINIMUM WAGE

into something in which he'll spend, what, six hours at most?

- I'm sorry, this is our lowest price item.

- Plus, it looks like it's fake.

THÉA: What are those things?

- I was coming to that,

these are items found in your father's pockets.

They were accompanied by the note.

THÉA: 'As my body has returned to dust,

I wish to give my signet ring to my little Eliott,

my lighter to the adorable Zoé,

my fountain pen to my dear Théa,

my Stones concert ticket to my favorite daughter Morgane,

and my wedding ring to

the only woman of my heart, Agnès.' - Oh!

- 'Life is a game, so don't forget to bet big. Ciao everyone.'

Great will, no? ELIOTT: Wait, look at the back,

there's something there too.

- Oh yeah. 'PS, my lucky casino chip is for...

Romain.'

Why is Serge leaving something to my dead father?

- You didn't forget to mention a little something about Romain?

- He left because he didn't want her,

do you think it's necessary for her to know?

- Don't worry, I dunno.

Show me. Hmm.

Ah, no, it's not 'Romain,' it's 'Romane'*— * ROMANESQUE

—oh, no: 'Romanian'! Romanian.

ELIOTT: No, nonsense, he wrote 'the impact of Romain's death.'

- Yes, well, anyway... - And as for the payment?

Would you rather cash or credit card?

- Huh? No! I just saw them on sale!

- Ah well, it's perfect, I'd be very confortable in it.

Come on, here we go.

- Uh, I don't know...

This can't be legal. Or hygenic.

MORGANE: 450 bucks of savings, give me the urn.

- It's transparent.

- Hey, you know what? We've all seen him naked, right?

He's not going to start getting upset now.

HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

THE MAN WITH THE HALF-FILLED SODA

MORGANE: Go! Go! Go!

WOMAN ANNOUNCER: Our train to destination Boulogne-sur-mer is leaving.

- Outta the way!

Come on!

WEARY "Oh boy."

- Do you have to go right now?

- Yes, well, I've worked quite a bit all week,

so we're going to Boulogne, we'll scatter the ashes,

and we'll go home. Come on, let's get it done.

MALE ANNOUNCER: Welcome aboard the...

- Here. Here we are, 77 and 78.

- ...scheduled for 11:32 am...

THÉA: That's my seat! ELIOTT: What're you talking about?

Okay, you're crazy! THÉA: Go die!

MORGANE SIGHS, MUMBLES MOBILE RINGS

MOBILE RINGS

BACKGROUND THÉA: ...if he were gallant.

- Yes, Karadec? - ADAM: Uh... Morgane, are you all right?

We didn't see each other this morning.

Everything go well at the funeral home?

- Great. Serge left us some shit, and in exchange

we're supposed to go and scatter his ashes

in Boulogne-sur-Mer, like I give a fuck.

But, we're on our way. Besides, the trip is INDISTINCT

But how are you going to go with the window of your car

not closing? We'll go, I'll take you there.

- No, no no, don't worry, I'm on the train

with Théa and Elliott (and my father.) - Um... and Chloe?

Where's Chloe, you wanted me to take care of Chloe?

- No, it's fine,

my mother's watching her, it'll be good for us.

Well, I'm hanging up, huh? VICTOR: Excuse me. Is this thing yours?

SHE SCOFFS, MEN ARGUE IN BACKGROUND

- Uh, hey? Hey?

Who's holding grandpa on their lap there?

- Sorry?

- Eliott, Théa, you have to hold him on your lap.

CROSSTALK Hey! Will you hold him? Oh, you're irritating!

- Morgane? - Well. Oh man!

- Hello? - Yes, fine, I'm hanging up.

- What?

LAETITIA: Excuse me, this is my seat.

- Boring, boring, boring. Boring!

- Morgane, are you sure? I can take the day off.

I'll come to Boulogne with Léo, and then I'll drive you back this evening.

- No no no no, I don't want to bother you.

GENEVIÈVE: Ma'am, calls must be made from the platform.

- Yes, I'll hang up!

Well, I'll leave you, there's an old woman

yelling that I'm making too much noise.

- Hello? - Hey! You! Break it up! Move over there!

CROSSTALK Move over there! don't want to know!

Over there! Shut up. Go on, move. Come on!

INTERCOM CHIMING

Oh my!

MALE ANNOUNCER: Our train to destination Boulogne-sur-mer is leaving,

please be careful of the doors closing automatically.

VOICEMAIL ALERT

- Yes, hello, Colombe Brochet from the Downtown Lille Rental Agency.

I'm calling you because you rented one of our apartments on Tuesday.

A pair of women's gloves was found in the kitchen,

if they are yours call me back, thank you.

LEO COUGHS, VOMITS

Oh noooo! Aw...

- Leo, it's getting very late, little one.

ANGELIQUE: Thank you for seeing me so quickly, Commissioner,

as I told you yesterday, it's a bit urgent.

CELINE: It's only natural, Angelique.

Uh, you wanted to talk to me about Morgane, but

if it's because of missing supplies-

- It's much more serious than that, unfortunately.

Well, you know that we bought the integration

of the Table 5 software in September

for all our HR processes and payroll management.

- Yes, of course, obviously, yes.

- It's just that Ms Alvaro isn't a police officer, and

she doesn't meet the criteria for temporary worker either;

there's no field for her in the new module.

- Oh, but, so... it's a computer problem. We'll call them for a solution.

- No, you don't understand, it's not just a software problem.

It's an administrative problem, there's no solution.

- All right... but, if there is no solution, what do we do?

- Well, we'll have to terminate her contract as soon as possible—

—of course, she'll be able to do her 3 months notice, we're not machines.

- (Yeah, we're not machines, yes...)

- A sexual relationship, absolutely.

- He rented an apartment for tomorrow at 8 pm.

- What do you mean he rented an apartment for the evening?

- This casino chip thing is weird.

Of course, he knew very well how he died.

Why would he leave him this in his will?

- Uh... SCOFFS

I don't know! You know your grandfather...

It's been a few years since he lost his mind,

so it's not, it's not that weird.

- Since when had he been losing his mind?

Serge. Since when had he been losing his mind?

- Yeah, pfff...

I don't know that there was a moment that everything went, huh?

Well, excuse me, the last time we heard from him,

the guy had beat up an old woman for her jewelry!

Senility isn't a thing- it's not linear, you see, it comes and goes, it's

it's more complex than that, huh?

And, uh—

—oh jeez, you're in trouble. You're in trouble with the girl

who's been putting on makeup for 20 minutes on her phone, and

who's been making little discreet glances

and she thinks we haven't seen her! CHUCKLES

I bet you she's a spy, huh?

A Russian?

THÉA: I dunno anything about it.

- Oh, it's all right.

- This is funny, it's from the Dunkirk casino.

Dunkirk is where they found dad's body, right?

- Uh, yeah- no, that's all...

Yeah, maybe. Why, it's...?

Yes, well, anyway— your grandfather squandered

your inheritance in absolutely all the casinos in France,

so that means... Dunkirk? It could very well be Deauville,

or Enghien-les-Bains, or Évian, or Cassis— it doesn't make sense!

Oh jeez! That's handy— did you see? The wheelchair?

Well, you see a disabled person on the train?

So, sorry! Well, like Super Weird category-

- I'm actually talking to you about real stuff, Mom.

- Do you believe in the miracle of

the guy who got on the train in a wheelchair

and who walked off without it? No!

- Fucking stop changing the subject!

- Hey up there, young lady!

The wheelchair's yours? You don't look very disabled.

- Ma'am, this is my grandmother's. - Of course, yes, yes, your grandmother's.

- Yes, and now- - Well sure! Yeah— hey!

I'm watching you!

- Crazy lady. - Weird!

Very weird, that guy!

- Not as much as you.

INTERCOM CHIMING

FEMALE ANNOUNCER: Next stop, Strazeele.

Strazeele, three-minute stop.

NAILS CLICKING

. . .

Oh fuck, there's the conductor,

(Go hide in the toilet!) - But why?

- (Because now you're 13 and not supposed to get a discount ticket!)

- HE GROANS Okay, all right. - Come on, let's go. Go hide- INDISTINCT

(Go go go go!)

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

. . .

Where's the guy who was sitting next to you?

- Well, you'll let me get a word in, yes?

- The - young - man who was sitting there next to you, where is he?

GENEVIÈVE: I know nothing about it.

He got up 10 minutes ago when we were in Bailleul,

and I guess he got off there.

- Leaving his half-full soda behind?

Well no, I don't think so. GENEVIÈVE LAUGHS

- So what?

- Wh- 'So what?' 'So what?'

Have you seen the price of drinks on this train? €5.80!

Who's spending that kind of money on a soda

and leaving it behind?

No one, in fact. It makes no sense!

Surely not a broke student who already can't afford a new mobile!

And who works in a fast food restaurant to supplement his income,

where he splashes his hands with boiling oil.

BUBBLING

- Well listen, it's his business.

- Okay, that means he was kidnapped.

He was kidnapped! CLAPS At worst!

Okay— people, people, everyone with me?

Uh... so, uh... you call the cops.

I'm going to the other cars to see if I come across his body.

Okay, let's do this, huh?

Come on, are you with me here?

INTERCOM CHIMING

CONDUCTOR: Hello, this is your conductor.

Due to a power outage on the line, our train is

currently immobilized at Strazeele station.

You can expect for your journey to be delayed by about an hour.

ALL GROAN - Yes, we don't care about that!

- Technicians are now working on resolving the problem.

- Yes, but we have a more important subject here, right? Huh?

DIDIER: Inform the others I'm going to be late.

Yeah, well there's a technical problem.

- No, Spoiled Rotten, seriously?

We're talking about the life of a young man!

I'm the only one interested?

Okay, great! Yeah well...!

Well done— hello, France! - Mom? Mom?

Calm down and sit! I know you're upset with Serge, but

it's just a guy who forgot his drink.

Okay?

Come on, sit down.

Come on.

SMALL DICK

SPONGE SQUEAKING

GRUNTS WITH EFFORT

GILLES: Hello!

. . .

MOBILE RINGS, VIBRATES

. . .

. . .

Hello!

MORGANE: Yeah, Gilles, it's me, how are you?

- Uh, yeah, I'm fine,

I don't know how simple the breakup is, but

it's nice of you to worry about me.

- Yeah, great, great. Uh,

actually, I need you to go to the station in Bailleul, please,

and look if

you see a corpse. Sssh! Shush! ALL GASP

- What're you talking about? - I'm on the train to Boulogne-sur-Mer.

A guy's been kidnapped and I need to- CROSSTALK

I mean: how old are you? MURMURING

There's a guy getting kidnapped. I need you to go to

the Bailleul station to see if you can find him, huh?

- A kidnapping?

Uh, I'm on RTT,* Morgane. * COMP TIME

If you have someone in danger you call Karadec directly!

- No, no!

Seriously, Gilles? I don't have time to explain all this to Karadec.

No, please go to the Bailleul station and call me, okay?

- Is it okay to come out or not? It stinks in there!

- Wait wait, take the opportunity to search through the trash to see

if you can find chloroform, eh? Hurry up.

ELIOTT: Okay. - Yes!

Gilles, are you on your way?

- Fine, okay, I'll go. Do you have witnesses, suspects?

- No, no no, I don't have any of that, no, I'm just sure of it.

Gilles, it's not complicated—

—the guy disappeared leaving behind half a soda!

- Okay. And?

It's a €5.80 soda, Gilles!

- Morgane, I'm hanging up, all right?

See you tomorrow. - No, wait!

ELIOTT: Fuck, disgusting! Seriously!

There's condoms and syringes in the trash!

- No, get back in— hold on!

- Hello, ma'am. - Hello!

- We've received several complaints

about you causing trouble. ELIOTT SHOUTING

BANGING DOOR - Oh yeah, oh yeah? Well me too!

I have a complaint about you because, I'm sorry,

a conductor allowing the kidnapping

of a passenger under his nose without seeing anything!

- What kidnapping? - Eh yeah, mister!

The young man who was sitting there quietly in seat 73,

he was kidnapped! Disappeared!

By the way, give me his name because I have to alert my colleagues

so they can inform the family.

- That's confidential information, ma'am, so now please,

you're going to sit down.

- It's on you, then. - Huh?

- Well yeah, go to your little VIP area over there.

Yeah, that's it, over there with you. 'Confidential.'

Yeah? ELIOTT: Look.

Some crazy stuff I found in the trash.

Can I keep it or not?

- Excuse me. Is this thing yours?

RESTRAINED EXULTATION That's it! Fuck, I was right!

RESTRAINED EXULTATION I was right!

He didn't get off of his own free will.

So obviously there's a code...

Uh, hold on. ELIOTT: Are you sure I can't have it?

- No no no, wait, we should be able to find his name with this.

This is urgent.

- Good morning Daphné, sorry I'm late, Léo threw up,

he has no more clean onesies. Plus, I got caught in traffic.

SIGHS

So what are we doing?

- Well, you needn't have rushed. Gilles' on RTT,

the Commissioner's been on the phone with I-don't-know-who all morning.

- Yes, listen, I know the divisional officer is very busy,

except I need to talk to him now.

Yes, I'll hold.

- Apparently even the criminals are on vacation,

because nothing at all is happening here.

CELINE'S DOOR CLOSES

- Oh! Mr Divisionnaire,* * DIVISIONAL OFFICER

I'm sorry to insist, I have a big problem with HR.

LANDLINE RINGS - Ah!

Forestier. Yes, Morgane.

DAPHNÉ: I told you, there's no CCTV at that station.

There isn't any there, that's it.

What name? 'Victor Rexain.'

I'll look, but then you leave me alone, all right?

QUIETLY - Daphné? Is that Morgane? All good?

- Oh, everything's going really well, it's about a guy

who forgot his soda on the train,

she's most definitely returning it to him.

So, 'Victor Rexain, 19, chemistry student,'

living with his mother Fanny Rexain in Armentières. That's it.

You'll leave me alone? Great. Bye.

MORGANE: So, it's good? You're there?

- It's not at all 10 minutes from my place!

I'm not even on duty, what should I tell her?

- I don't know, I improvise!

- This is really the last thing I do for you Morgane, really.

I'm done! On RTT, in fact! Understand?

On RTT! This is crazy.

Something I learned from my time with Afida

is that I need to learn to set limits, all right?

So when I say no, it's no, and-!

DISCONNECT TONES Hello, Morgane? Hel- Uh- SCOFFS

DOORBELL, DOG BARKS

BARKING

DOOR UNLATCHES

FANNY: Yes?

- Hello ma'am. Fanny Rexain? - Yes.

- Hello, it's the police, uh...

I'm Lt... Lt Vandraud.

Hold on, sorry.

Oh, no, I don't have my ID, I'm on RTT today. Don't worry.

- Then why are you here? - Well, yes, I'm investigating, but

it's not really official, it's for my colleague who's on the train.

Anyway, are you Victor Rexain's mother? - Yes.

- Have you heard from him today?

- No, but why, did something happen?

- No, actually it's my colleague who's on the train.

She was in the same car as him and he forgot his soda

when he got off at Bailleul- - No, wait, I'll stop you there,

my son is staying with friends in the south this week.

- Oh. Yes? - Yes.

- Well, maybe he passed through there to go south.

No, he didn't go that way...

even with two transfers,

IMPENETRABLE TRAIN NERDSPEAK

...by the end of the line, I don't know.

Ah! Yes, that was my girlfriend— actually my ex,

because I, uh...

—and so to get revenge she played a joke on me.

- Listen, go away, go away or I'll call the real police.

- Of course.

- Whew, pfff.

- Jeez, why doesn't Gilles answer?

SUPER COP: I HEARD YOU CALLING DAPHNÉ. IS EVERYTHING OKAY?

INTERCOM CHIMES

CONDUCTOR Ladies and gentlemen,

our train will leave in a few minutes.

Expected arrival at your destination will be 1 hour 45 minutes late-

ALL GROAN

BACKGROUND CHATTER

- Yeah.

Yeah, it's me Didier. TEXT ALERT

- Hey! Hey, hey! I got a text! Attention, everyone listen to me!

'Thank you again for your discretion. The situation

is delicate, but I was happy to meet you, Clara.'

So who's Clara, huh?

Okay, no one cares.

Oh, well well then. Uh- phew. SCOFFS

Wonderful.

THE SILENCE OF THE TIDES

MOBILE RINGS

. . .

. . .

HIDDEN CALL

Yes, Forestier. - Yeah, it's me again,

am I bothering you? - Oh, okay,

you're calling me with a hidden number. - Yes. Okay, great.

Uh, just to let you know,

I summoned a suspect— you know, in my case of the forgotten soda.

In fact, the chick wouldn't take my call— in class, supposedly.

I called her college to tell them that she's suspected of supporting terrorism,

they're sending her to us, so it shouldn't take long.

- Are you crazy? - Her name's Clara.

CLARA: Dad, Mom, it must be because of the video

I made about lobster, I don't know.

Please find me a lawyer, I'm at the station. - Clara? Sorry: Clara?

MORGANE: Ah! Is she there? - Mom, I'm going, they're arresting me.

- No, I'm not going to arrest you. In fact, a colleague made a mistake.

You're accused of nothing, you can leave if you want,

we're very sorry for the inconvenience. - Wait, what?

- No, wait wait wait,

at least ask her where she knows Victor Rexain from!

- No, actually I'm not going to ask her anything, because

I'm on my lunch break and you're on vacation.

So if you want to talk to a witness- - Is it about Victor?

MORGANE: Ah, you see? - I know him, is he all right?

- Come on, pass her to me, it's fine. Hello?

- You're on speaker. You get one question.

- Oh! Oh, so, who is Victor Rexain to you, huh?

Is he your dealer? A booty call? Who is he?

- Mom? I'll let you go.

No, he's my half-brother.

Well, I think.

- Wait Daphné, I have an additional question.

- Clara Hervieu, H - E - R - V - I - E - U.

- All right. You said Victor might be your half-brother?

What does that mean? - I don't know if you know DNAmatch?

It's an online genealogy platform. You send them a saliva sample

and they analyze your DNA, and then you make contact

with people you match genetically.

I know it's not very legal in France, I'm sorry, but

I'm an only child, and I only have

two cousins in Hazebrouck, so I don't really have much family my age,

so I thought it might be fun to look for them.

And in fact, at the start it was super funny,

because I found a distant cousin of my mother

who lives in Biarritz with 10% of our DNA in common.

I found a cousin of mine who lives in Peru,

and it's really totally crazy because

I still have a connection with South America.

- Excuse me! CLARA: It's true!

Yes, put in your headphones, I'm trying to sleep.

Shut up, because I have trouble hearing, so...

CLARA: No, frankly, it's fine...

- We don't care about that, tell her about Victor!

DAPHNÉ: No- so, Morgane,

one thing's certain, I'm taking time out of my break to question your witness,

so it's me who asks the questions. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- And Victor? CLARA: It was really a shock,

because as soon as he registered on the platform we matched directly.

At first I was super excited because we had 25% DNA in common,

I don't know if you realize, 25%, it's huge!

According to the platform he's super-close family.

I dunno, do I have like a hidden uncle, or a missing grandfather in America?

On top of that he had Type 2 diabetes,

and Type 2 diabetes is exactly the diabetes that runs in my family.

- Wow! - There it is. And then I realized

on his profile that he was two years younger than me,

and he was looking for his father.

I realized that there was surely another possibility—

—a hidden half-brother.

My dad died of cancer last year,

and I always thought he was really in love with my mother,

but hey, you have to believe that he wasn't more faithful

than the majority of guys of his generation.

MORGANE: Oh jeez, it's the motive! Okay,

Daphné, Daphné, ask her if she bumped him off

to not share the inheritance. - Not at all, I just had coffee with him!

- Of course, she had coffee with him.

MORGANE: Oh, she doesn't give up! 'Just had coffee'!

With her half-brother hiding in America

who was going to steal everything from her?

'Just had coffee'? Mmm, I don't think so! Huh?

LAUGHS

- Hello? He wasn't at all interested in money.

He really just wanted to meet me and talk to me

about my father and my family, that's all,

it was actually a really nice meeting, really!

- And afterward? - After? That was all,

I left him at the metro, I went to college,

and that's where you found me...

- Sorry, hello.

CLARA: Hello. ADAM: I see that...

HANGS UP

- No, no, I know, it's just that Morgane is forcing me to question this witness,

but it seems we're done, so...

everything's fine- huh, Morgane?

Morgane?

SOFTLY - Oh jeez, a hidden son.

I absolutely have to go question the mother.

- Dunkirk is next to England, right?

- Why?

- There's a ferry in Dunkirk that goes to England?

- Yeah, certainly.

- Yes, yes, you took it that time you investigated dad's death.

- Yes, CROSSTALK yes yes yes.

- Well, you went to question a witness. - Yeah?

- I remember, you told me

that you found nothing. - No.

- Maybe you didn't search enough. - Uh-

THÉA: Who was that girl?

SIGHS

THÉA: What? - Well, uh, yes,

we searched everything there was to search,

there was no need to search any further.

INTERCOM CHIMING

FEMALE ANNOUNCER: Welcome, travelers

joining us at Hazebrouck station. The train departs-

I don't have any family my age apart from two cousins in Hazebrouck,

so I thought it might be cool to find them.

- Oh jeez, the soda!

Wait! Let me get out! Let me get out! Stop! Stop!

I said, I want out here!

PASSENGER CROSSTALK

TRAIN BRAKING

Oh shit. Oh shit!

PANICKY Oh shit. It's-

(Fuck...)

LET ME OUT, YOU IDIOTS! STOP! WHEELS SQUEAL

. . .

ALL: Oh!

FEMALE ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,

a stop was needed...

SARCASTIC I don't especially need help!

DOORBELL

Hi, I got my police ID.

Sorry to insist, but Victor- - Come in. You were right,

he's not in the south.

Victor told me he was going to study for

his exams with some friends in Nice.

He gave me their number, but I just tried them, and they're crazy.

I don't understand why he lied to me.

- I may have a clue about this.

According to information, Victor recently met a Clara Hervieu.

Do you recognize the name? - No, not at all, why?

- She's the daughter of a Sebastien Hervieu?

Okay, uh, Victor did genetic research on the internet to find his father,

and his test matched with this Clara, who would be his half-sister.

- What are you talking about, Victor has a father.

Okay, we're separated, but they see each other every two weeks.

- Are you sure? Because Victor said the opposite to this young woman.

And according to DNA analyses-

- Of course, I'm sure.

I know who I had children with.

It's all my fault.

I should never have let him go without asking him.

Then, I was so happy that he made new friends.

After what happened with Baptiste.

I didn't want to bother him, is all.

- 'Baptiste'? Who's Baptiste?

- He was his best friend in high school.

- ((Ah.))

CONDUCTOR: Yes. Yes yes, yes yes,

twenty meters from the station.

Uh... the passenger who set off the alarm

tried to force the door, and the door jammed.

- Yes, well, now there's no point in staying here,

MOBILE RINGS, VIBRATES

there's no one left on the platform so we might as well leave!

Yes Gilles?

SARCASTIC - You're doing well again Morgane,

because Victor's mother has never heard of Sebastien Hervieu.

- What?

- I came across as a jerk again because of you!

- No, wait GIlles, she's taking you for a ride.

I mean, good people have doubts about

the paternity of their child, it can happen, so...

No, go back and put pressure on her!

- Listen- ANNOUNCER TALKS OVER GILLES

ANNOUNCER TALKS OVER GILLES

...you said was some story about a soda

and an adulterous family!

- ...delay in our arrival is now estimated at a minimum of five hours.

GILLES: ...I don't! No, Morgane! I'm a guy

talking seriously! And now

you only loop me in so you can

take advantage of my small dick! D'oh! My RTT day!

- Wait, Gilles, relax, let's calm down, you're probably right.

It's not a story about adultery, okay.

Okay, but then in this case

why would he have been on a genealogy site?

- I don't know anything about it,

I don't know anything!

Then, true, the mother told me about

another weird thing, but I really don't see how it can work, so-

- Wait, what other weird thing?

- Well, then— real slow, okay—?

- Quiet! Ssh! Sh-

Gilles, what other thing?

Victor apparently had a best friend in high school, a Baptiste Lepetit.

He was murdered two years ago,

a terrible story. The kid got to a parking lot, to meet a guy

from a chat on a gay app, and he got beaten to death.

HOMOPHOBIC ATTACK?

The police suspected a homophobic ambush,

but they never arrested the murderer.

Victor's mother told me it completely traumatized him.

But I won't go see the cops, I'm busy, because I'm on RTT, Morgane!

- ...all that because of a shitty soda!

PASSENGERS SHRIEK

- Count me out!

- Are you wrong in the head??? - EVERYBODY STOP,

OR I'M KICKING EVERYONE OFF!

ALL GROAN

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

- Don't move, I'll be back. I'll be back!

Hold on, don't move! Stop! Wait wait, I can explain it!

Yes yes, I understand, you're all very angry.

But I just made a major breakthrough!

I can prove that Victor is indeed in danger. Huh?

Look! The soda bottle!

It's half empty! - And she doesn't care about us!

ALL AGREE

- Oh my. Wait, wait, wait. From the beginning,

I was stuck on the fact that it's half full,

but that's not the problem!

The problem is that it's half empty!

THE MAN WITH THE HALF-FILLED SODA

THE MAN WITH THE HALF-EMPTY SODA

And why is it half empty? Because Victor drank half.

It's not his DNA that he put on DNAmatch.

Wait, I'll explain, move back. We'll start over with a clean slate,

we're gonna sit down and relax.

Yes, sit, sit.

So: what do we know? Victor told Clara he was diabetic,

evidence he's part of her family,

and it was confirmed by DNA analysis. Okay.

Except, the guy drank half a soda this morning,

with 110 grams of sugar per liter—

—enough to send your blood sugar into orbit in three gulps!

So he isn't diabetic, so he lied,

and so it wasn't his DNA he put on DNAmatch,

but that of the guy he was looking for—

- Uh, 'the guy'? What guy?

- Well yes.

- Ah! For once a very good contribution, Didier, I must say.

'The guy who killed his best friend.' Oh yeah...

Look. Everything's in the newspaper: January 1, 2023.

His best friend was killed in a homophobic attack.

ALL GASP

The murderer left his DNA at the crime scene!

. . .

Come see!

BAPTISTE CRYING OUT

. . .

. . .

But since his DNA wasn't listed in the cops' database, well,

the murderer has not been identified

- Sorry, but what does this have to do with the soda?

- The report! That Victor is a little genius.

While the cops were twiddling their thumbs in the rain,

he knows how to move his ass!

He goes to recover— I don't know how— the killer's DNA,

he puts it on the genealogy site,

and there, bingo, he matches with Clara!

So! For those following— even those at the back here—

—it's not Victor who has 25% DNA in common with Clara,

but our killer!

And what do we also learn?

That our killer is part of Clara's close family!

Ah. Ah! ALL "AH"

Dang!

At the same time, if you have no idea of ​​genetic genealogy...

- Well?

SIGHS

- I can't say.

GENETICS EXPLAINED BY MORGANE

We all share a certain proportion of DNA with our family members.

For example, a mother and her children have 50% of their DNA in common.

Between brother and sister it's also 50%.

But of course this proportion varies according to family ties.

For example, it's only 25% between half-brothers and sisters,

or between grandparents and their grandchildren.

Between cousins, ​​this figure falls to 12.5%—

—barely 3% for first cousins.

- Uh, but I'm not your cousin.

- I know Didier, we don't care, it's for the example.

What do we know about the killer from his genetic profile?

That he is part of Clara Hervieu's family.

That he is a man.

And that he shares 25% of his DNA with her.

Leaving us three possibilities:

a grandfather— well, personally, I don't see a 70-year-old guy

beating a teenager to death;

a possible half-brother— but Clara said she's an only child;

or an uncle.

And where was Victor going today? To Hazebrouck.

And who lives in Hazebrouck? Thppt! Clara's uncle!

- I only have two cousins in Hazebrouck, so I don't really have much family my age.

- It was him he was coming to see!

He came to confront his best friend's killer!

SCATTERED GASPS

(There you go!)

- Uh, is it all right? Can I come out, or not?

SIGH

- Yes, well... yes, now. ELIOTT: Oh, finally!

- So, according to Morgane's theory the suspect is named Lionel Hervieu, 53,

married, two children. I checked,

he's Clara's only uncle.

- All right.

And, do we know how, uh...

- Victor?

- ...how Victor got the DNA?

- Possibly. He's a chemistry student, and he did an internship at

the Central Service for Preservation of Biological Samples a month ago.

That's where the cells of Baptiste Lepetit are kept.

- So he stole this DNA fingerprint and

entered it into a genealogical platform?

- That's it: DNAmatch, in California. Completely illegal, of course.

We also know that Victor was going to Hazebrouck today,

and that's where Lionel lives

- He's going into the lion's den? - It's possible.

I've sent a team to arrest Lionel Hervieu, and

Gilles is supervising the search of his home, as he was in the area.

- Isn't Gilles on RTT today?

- Yes, but as he's been harassed by Morgane since this morning...

he's there.

- All right.

DAPHNÉ: If this guy really kidnapped Victor,

he has no interest in keeping him alive.

Uh... we'll have to make him talk relatively fast.

TO MORGANE: I HEARD YOU WITH DAPHNE. IS EVERYTHING OKAY?

- Mm-hmm.

- Real fast. As fast as possible.

All right, Commander?

- Yes, fine.

I just have a little problem with daycare. - Yeah, yeah...

- Uh, can you let me know when the suspect gets here?

- Yes, of course. - If possible, please ask Gilles

to question his wife too. - Yes!

- Thanks.

RINGING

MORGANE: Yeah? This is Morgane's voicemail...

. . .

- Hello, this the the voicemail of the Downtown Lille Rental Agency,

We're not available. Please leave a message, we will call you back.

BEEP

QUIETLY - Hello, this is Adam Karadec,

who rented a studio with you on Tuesday.

I'm calling back because you found some gloves.

Can you send me a photo of the gloves? Thank you very much.

TEXT ALERT

Oh jeez, they caught him! It's good, they caught him!

- Ah, that's great!

- Well the guy's in trouble, right? Because all he has to do

is take a DNA test and he'll be found guilty of homicide!

Oh, but they haven't found Victor, that's not great.

Well, uh... I'll keep you posted, huh?

SCOFFS

SIGHS

- He's alive, is that it?

Serge wouldn't have willed something to a dead man.

And you haven't answered me since this morning, so he's alive and you knew.

- Théa- - No, don't touch me!

How long have you known?

SOBS QUIETLY

- When I went to England with Karadec two years ago.

QUIETLY - Okay.

- He's living under a false identity.

- And what's become of him?

Does he live alone, or he is married?

- I know, I should've told you.

(I wanted to protect you, you understand?)

- Give me a break.

Stop dodging the subject, is he or isn't he married?

He has children, is that it?

SOBBING

COP: Hello, police! K9 BARKS

We're carrying out a search following the disappearance of a passenger.

We ask that you please remain in your seats.

BARK

LIONEL: Calm down, honey. Yes- listen, I'll fix this, okay?

I'll call you back. I love you.

Can you explain to me what's going on here?

First your colleagues come pick me up from work,

Manon, my wife, calls me in tears to tell me that you're searching our home.

ADAM: This young man's name is Victor Rexain.

He's been missing for about six hours. Do you know him?

- 'Victor Rexain'? No, I don't know him. - Are you sure?

He contacted your son Jonas this morning

on social media to ask him about you,

passing as a cousin of his. - But, my son is 20 years old,

does he tell me everything he does on the internet?

- Indeed, there are all these little secrets.

- Me too, you know?

- What's that supposed to mean?

ADAM: His name was 'Baptiste Lepetit,'

on January 1, 2023, he was killed in a parking lot in Sermages,

known to be a gay meeting place.

Is his face familiar?

- Wait, what are you implying here? I've never heard of this kid.

What does it have to do with me?

- Victor Rexain is Baptiste's best friend.

He illegally had the DNA of his murderer analyzed.

He discovered that Baptiste's murderer

has 25% of his DNA in common with this young woman.

ADAM: You know her, don't you?

- Yes. Yes, it's Clara my niece.

And it turns out that 25% is the average amount

of DNA shared by a niece and her uncle.

- No, this is crazy, I've never heard of this kid!

Do you think that I'm, uh...

- That you are—?

- On January 1, 2023, I was at my brother's house in Vauban.

That morning he was diagnosed with cancer.

So my wife and I got together with him and my sister-in-law, that's it.

A little morale boost.

- We'll take samples from you for DNA comparison.

And by then, if you have any information

which could help us find Victor, I advise you to communicate it to us.

- I have nothing more to tell you.

Sorry.

- Théa, I've come to talk. THUD

THUD

- May I?

SIGHS - Ah, yes.

- Thanks.

Pfff.

MOBILE RINGS, VIBRATES

. . .

Yes, Daphné? It's not a good time. - The uncle is in custody,

but so far refuses to talk.

- And Victor? - No trace anywhere.

And for now, your suspect denies killing Baptiste on January 1, 2023,

supposedly he and his wife spent New Year's Eve with family.

Except, one thing is that

he says they spent the evening at his brother's house,

while Gilles questioned his wife in Hazebrouck,

and she said that they were at her sister's house.

One doesn't agree with the other's version.

Are you listening?

- Oh yes, yes, I'm listening.

Yes, he says they were at his brother's, she says they were at her sister's,

so obviously they're lying, yes.

- Obviously, yes. GENEVIÈVE TSKS

- Hold on, two seconds, Daphné.

What, Geneviève?

You obviously have something to say,

so go ahead and spit it out! - You're making mistakes, my dear.

- Oh yeah?

- It's not because the husband says he was at his brother's

and that it's his wife

who's lying. It's just that the brother and sister

in question are her husband's, that's all.

Myself for example: my father's brother was married to my aunt.

Not my aunt by marriage, my aunt-aunt.

My mother's sister.

But with shortcuts like that it's not surprising that

innocent people end up in prison.

- Oh! Hey, Geneviève!

- It's double cousins! - Well yes!

- Oh! Hey, people!

Hey people! Come here, come here! Genevieve solved the case!

Come here, we'll tell you! Come on! Come, sit down!

Huh? Come on! Everyone take their place!

Tomorrow morning. Okay, so hang on:

It's not him who did it, it's his son! Yeah!

PUZZLED ALL: Oh...

- Our suspect Lionel Hervieu, Clara's uncle,

he married his brother's wife's sister. Yeah, I lost you there, okay.

So, the two brothers married the two sisters. You see?

- Yes, that's exactly what I just said.

- We understand that Geneviève, it's fine.

Yes, but where it gets crazy

is that suddenly his son Jonas

isn't just a first cousin of Clara, he's a double cousin!

On his father's side, and his mother's side!

ALL: Oh!

So in fact he doesn't have 12.5% ​​DNA in common with her, but 25%!

Like an uncle, like a half-brother, and like—?

- Our killer. ALL: Oh!

MORGANE: There you go.

So it's not the uncle who killed Baptiste in the parking lot,

but his son, Jonas Hervieu. ALL: Oh!

- So I guess Victor called him to get info on his father,

without knowing that he was the murderer.

LAETITIA: GASPS I just typed 'Jonas Hervieu' in the internet. Look!

- Excuse me, ma'am, excuse me. - Oh, well spread your wings, Geneviève!

GENEVIÈVE: Yes, it's important. Oh, but isn't that

the young man with the wheelchair?

- Hey up there, young lady!

The wheelchair's yours? You don't look very disabled.

- The one who got off at Strazeele with his grandmother!

- On top of that he had Type 2 diabetes,

and Type 2 diabetes is exactly the diabetes that runs in my family.

PASSENGERS CHAT EXCITEDLY

ELIOTT: ...Seriously! There are syringes in the trash!

EXASPERATED - Well no, it wasn't his grandmother,

it was Victor in a coma. ALL: Oh!

- Jonas is diabetic, so he always has to

carry a shot of insulin with him.

Except that here he didn't give the shot to himself,

he gave it to Victor. And what happens when

you give an insulin shot to someone who isn't diabetic?

Well, it causes a huge hypoglycemic attack, leading to a coma.

ALL GASP

So then I guess he wrapped him in a coat and shawl, and then 1-2-3,

he got off the train before our eyes without us noticing.

- Yes! And, and then? MORGANE: 'Then,' Geneviève?

Well, then you just have to wait a few hours, and without sugar,

it's death.

ALL GASP

Oh yeah: Death!

- Yeah, it's me Didier.

No, I'm still stuck, obviously.

QUIETLY - No, seriously?

- Yes, yes, still because of that woman. And otherwise, you found it?

- Okay, the guy doesn't give a damn about anything.

- Yes, great. Yes, thanks. Yeah, me too.

Love you. Yes- - Yeah yeah, kiss her for us while we're at it!

- Gotta go, love you, see you later.

Well, what?

That was my wife, she works at the big pharmacy in Strazeele.

And in her database she has a 'Jonas Hervieu'

who buys insulin every month,

and who lives on Rue le Danois next to the station.

ALL: Oh!

- Okay, well done, Didier. Well done.

Gilles, it's me. Tell me you're still in Hazebrouck.

You have to come get me right now.

CRASH

POLICE! DON'T MOVE! ON THE GROUND!

CROSSTALK

- Come on!

MORGANE: Let me through! Let me through! - Victor! Victor?

- You all right? Victor?

- I think so. - Victor! Wait...

CROSSTALK ...here.

Here, here Victor, here. Sugar shock, huh?

This will help.

It's worrying. Come on, swallow!

Come on Victor, come back. - Victor! Hello?

- Victor? - Hello?

MORGANE: You with us?

- He'll pull through, we're sure?

Okay, very good.

You'll bring in Jonas for questioning?

I'll release his father and give him the news.

Gilles? Uh- is Morgane still with you?

Is she all right?

No, it's not necessary, I- I'll talk to her later.

All right, thanks.

TEXT ALERT

1 NEW MESSAGE APT RENTAL AGENCY

HERE ARE THE GLOVES FOUND IN THE STUDIO, ARE THEY YOURS?

WAVES, SEAGULLS

Well, uh...

Someone want to say something?

No? Eliott?

- Why me? What do I tell him?

Yeah, uh... Thanks for the horse tie.

- Okay, you don't have anything better? Well.

Uh... Serge. Uh...

He hasn't been dead long enough for me to start idealizing him, huh?

So we're not going to dwell on the 'exceptional' father you were.

But, we can still say that today, indirectly,

you still did a good deed by helping me save Victor.

I don't know if- if it wins you any karma points.

SIGHS Well.

- Oh! Come on! - Oh!

- Fu- oh, fuck!

- Come on! No...

- Oh, and then there's some left at the bottom.

It'll take some alcohol, or vinegar...

TAPS JAR ON RAILING

MORGANE: I can't believe it.

All right, let's go home.

- So, in fact, I was right.

Romain. He didn't want me.

- But- no.

Darling, it wasn't you he didn't want, it was me.

- Still, he left when you got pregnant, right?

- Yes, but because he felt trapped.

It's not you who pisses off people, eh? It's me. Okay?

Come on, let's go.

Wait.

MY ROLLING STONE

IN CASE THINGS GET ROUGH

KEYPAD BEEPS ELIOTT: Hold on, what're you doing?

- Oh!

I think Serge has left us one last gift.

Yeah? This is Morgane's voicemail, uh, but I'm not here.

Well, sort it out yourself. EXASPERATED SIGH, BEEP

- Morgane? Yes, it's me.

Just to tell you, Jonas confessed everything.

People at the hospital say Victor is better, and it's thanks to you.

You didn't say exactly what time you're coming home,

but I thought you'd be hungry,

so I got pizzas. I got

the usual for Théa,

extra hot sauce for Eliott,

and a small cheese for Chloe.

I'm here at home waiting for you.

I wanted to tell you... I can't... wait to see you soon.

♪ THE SOUND OF SILENCE ♪ BY SIMON & GARFUNKEL

MORGANE: Well, thank you for the welcome.

I found a hosting solution.

I'll bring Leo to you on Friday at 6 pm.

. . .

TRAIN ON TRACKS

SOUND OF SILENCE CONTINUES

RUSSIAN FEDERATION

I throw away the reminders for unpaid bills and then the fake passports?

MORGANE: Yes, go ahead, fine.

- On page 7 and page... hold on, I'll look... 26,

you have letters from the various departments

with which Ms Alvaro collaborated,

you'll see that they all demonstrate these exceptional skills.

- Well, here we are, yesterday you were happy.

Hey, look at these sluts.

. . .

CELINE: If you now go to page— let me see— 57,

there, huh? You see the curve?

Even so, the evolution of the solve rate

over the last five years is obvious.

PREFECT: Yes. In short, what you're asking me for is preferential treatment.

- N- no!

. . .

. . .

Listen, yes, Mr Prefect, I'm asking you for exceptional treatment because,

well, because Ms Alvaro's results are exceptional.

Commissioner, you know I'm always ready to help you,

but this time I can't do anything. Ms Alvaro doesn't fit into any box.

I'm sorry. Good evening, Commissioner.

- Good evening, Mr Prefect.

. . .

(Fucking boxes.)

BANG

. . .

. . .

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. . .

- What the hell does she want?

. . .

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