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BEEPING

My name is Morgane Alvaro, I'm a consultant for the Lille police.

The 24 hours that I am about to live will be the longest of my life.

THE FOLLOWING EVENTS TAKE PLACE BETWEEN 12:01 AM AND 11:59 PM ROUBAIX TIME

TICKING

. . .

. . .

ADAM: (Wait!)

. . .

- ((One...))

((Two...))

- ((Three. G- g- go...))

TOY PLAYS BABY SONG

LEO CRIES

♪ BABY LOVE BY THE SUPREMES ♪

. . .

Yes, me too, I'm tired.

Huh? Me too.

Karadec!

MUFFLED My nursing pillow!

. . .

CRYING

- (All right, oh... It's all right.)

TRICKLING

CRYING

. . .

- Here. He's changed.

. . .

BABY FART

CRYING

. . .

Huh?

THÉA: Mom? Nightmare.

- Unnh...

BABY LOVE FADES

MOBILE RINGS

Oh. Oh. Oh damn... ALL GROAN

MOBILE RINGS

. . .

. . .

. . .

- Karadec! Get it! ADAM: Ow! Excuse me.

ADAM: Ow! Excuse me.

Hello? GILLES: Oh, hello Commander. You okay?

- Gilles. - Gilles?

- Uh, we're at the crime scene

and your mobile seems to be off, so

I was wondering when you think you'll arrive with Morgane.

- Gilles, Morgane and I are back at work on Wednesday.

- But, it is Wednesday.

- It's Wednesday.

- Yes, Wednesday, Wednesday; 'Mercury's Day.'

Monday, Tue-

- Morgane? - Whaaat?

- It's Wednesday.

- It's Wednesday?

HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

BEEPING

(Yeah.)

MORGANE: Yes Théa, I know you have class,

it's just for this morning.

GILLES: Ah, you're here! The doctor had to leave,

he had another crime scene in Moulins. - Gilles, I'm sorry.

- How are you Gilles? CROSSTALK

- Your brother can't take him this morning?

- Right, he's working. - Well there it is, 'no.'

We don't have a Plan B Théa, please?

I need you to help me.

Well, call and ask Ludo to take over.

Well, we don't start daycare until tomorrow, we had a little organizational problem.

- Mmm. - Right, okay, what do we have?

- A homicide: Adrien Kowalski, 38,

department manager of a Roubaix mini-mart. SHE YAWNS

He's from Poland and lived in France for 15 years.

It's his mother who discovered the body.

POLISH - Right now I'm in shock— shock!

- She doesn't speak a word of French, so communication is complicated, but

but I understand she lives in Krakow, she arrived this morning to visit him.

Because he didn't pick her up at the airport, she took a taxi.

FROM LOW TO HIGH

- Yes- - She arrived and found him dead.

POLISH - Where is the baby?

She keeps going on about a Jet-Ski. I don't really understand,

I think she's mostly in shock, poor thing.

- Théa's looking for the spare bottle, where did you put it?

- Um...

I gave you the bottle- - I dunno.

- ...not in the bathroom on the drying rack?

- I'm sorry- Excuse me, - Try the bathroom.

- ...Forensics didn't want to touch anything until you arrived,

they'd appreciate it if you could come...

- Okay.

- Anyway, it seems to me to be a basic murder, we're going to

wrap this up and close the deal, and we'll get home quick okay?

- Tell her to sterilize it first. - We're going now.

Love you. - Sorry, I'm a little...

- Hello.

- According to Dr Benzaoui he was attacked around 6 am.

Multiple head trauma, and he was hit on the head with this laptop.

- A robbery and break-in that went wrong? - Yeah, it's possible,

I checked and there have been

three or four burglaries recently in the neighborhood.

Actually, we also found this—

—I think he tried to make the front door more secure.

- Mm-hmm.

THEA: I CALLED LUDO. HE CAN'T WATCH LÉO!

- Uh... yeah, well I'm gonna get out of your way,

I feel like you're on the right track! - Very well.

- No, you just got here!

- No, no- - Yes, uh...

- Yeah— enjoy your morning,

we'll manage. - Yes!

- That's done. - Great! Uh... so—

—to recap: He took several blows to the head,

with the laptop. GILLES: Yeah, I think the laptop-

- Why are his slippers there? - You say something?

- Huh? N- uh, uh no— forget it.

- Yeah, I sent it to Forensics so they can analyze the hard drive-

MORGANE: Yes, well yes, fine!

Your stiff there, he's in his shoes in the entryway,

a pair of slippers lined up neatly,

right next to a shoe cabinet. - Mm-hmm.

- Look around you, everything's perfect, nothing's sticking out,

he must be a completely manic old bachelor type of guy like Karadec,

who can't take two steps in his house without taking his shoes off.

- No, everyone brings in their own dirt, it's a microbe party!

- Yes, so, the guy was about to leave his house when he got killed.

Yes, but then that doesn't work because there's no coat.

It's freezing cold today, I can't imagine going out in a T-shirt.

- Uh... - So he left his coat somewhere!

His car, for example.

- You said he was to pick up his mother at the airport?

He must've been leaving when he was killed.

Yes! So, the guy gets in his car to go pick up mom at the airport.

He takes off his coat, then realizes he forgot something.

He thinks, 'Oh, I'll be in-and-out,' and then—

MORGANE: Bam! "Game over"!

THÉA: MOM!!!

Yeah, uh... at the same time,

I dunno why I'm telling you this, normally it's of no interest.

- Yes. - Uh, let's go, I'll let you work.

- You said he came back to look for something, what was it?

- I don't know Gilles! Probably something that has nothing to do with our case.

No, really, get that out of your head!

ADAM: Great! Thanks Morgane. So what else?

GILLES: Uh, what else: the killer took the laptop and hit him on the head-

- Grrrgh!

Okay, come on, I'll give you another five minutes for my conscience,

but after that I'm off.

So, what do we already see? That he has his hand open.

The hand perhaps held something that would have

rolled when he fell,

in this direction, maybe going to hide under this piece of furniture.

Bingo.

- Gilles? What's this door?

- Ah, we were waiting for you to get here so we could move the body.

- Where's the baby?

- The car!

- A child was left in his car.

ALARM CHIRPS

BABY CRIES

- It's here!

. . . Oh, here you are. A little dumpling!

- It's been all morning. - Yeah.

- Oh, kisses! - Is it all right?

. . .

POLISH - Oh, baby! Baby!

. . .

- It means 'baby.'

It doesn't mean Jet-Ski. I think

she was asking 'where's the baby?'

- 'Dziecko,' 'baby'? - Dziecko! Dziecko!

- Well done Gilles.

- Laura. - Laura? 'Mom'? She's the mom?

- 'Mom'? 'Mom'? - Mom, yes.

POLISH Yes!

- Where is she? You have something? - Nothing at all.

- Okay, put out a notice to search for this woman.

Uh, I'll contact you...

BEEPING

CÉLINE: And you're sure the baby is fine?

- Yes, a doctor just examined him.

The grandmother is with him waiting for a social worker.

- How could you forget we were going back to work today? Seriously!

No, honestly, you're putting us in the shit here!

- I forgot? You're the one who is supposed to always remember!

- And the mother? Do we have an idea of ​​where she is?

- Sorry, but I haven't slept for weeks because of your son,

so excuse me for not being at my best!

- And I've been napping by the pool, is that it?

Uh, listen, no, it's a little difficult to identity her,

because she and Adrien aren't married, but I think we'll know more

when we have the baby's birth certificate. - All right. MOBILE RINGING

- Yes, Théa?

- Yeah, when do you get here? I can't take it anymore, he won't stop crying!

- No, wait, I'll explain, because it seems

my murder has turned out to also be a "kidnapping,"

but hey, I shouldn't be long.

- Is there a problem with Leo?

LEO CRYING - Does that mean you're still there?

- Yes, but—

we're talking about a woman who's disappeared, Thea, all right?

- Well yes!

CROSSTALK - ...we're going to geolocate...

CROSSTALK - Commander? Adam?

KNOCKS ...and then we'll be done.

- I'm warning you, Mom, I have a mock exam this afternoon. I have to study.

If you aren't here by noon, he's going to the fire station, okay?

- Hello? Oh jeez... - Did I hear her say 'fire station'?

Did she say 'fire station'? - It vexes me when she does that, I swear!

CROSSTALK

- ...to threats. - You know what? I'll let you go, huh?

Daphné! Any news on the disappearance?

- No, first, I might have a lead on the murderer.

Did you know Adrien Kowalski works in a mini-mart?

His store was robbed three days ago,

and he provided Violent Crime with a fairly precise photofit of the suspect.

- And they arrested the robber? DAPHNÉ: Uh, no,

Violent Crime hasn't managed to identify him yet.

- He must've wanted to silence an inconvenient witness.

Did someone else witness the robbery?

CLAIRE: It happened around... 8 pm. DOOR CHIME FROM VIDEO

I'd closed my cash register when this guy with a surgical mask came in.

He pulled out a gun and said I had five seconds to give him the money or else...

- And you didn't see his face?

- No. - No?

- But when he ran away, Adrien was throwing out the trash in the parking lot,

and he saw him take off his mask before getting into his car.

CLAIRE: Do you think this guy killed him for revenge?

- In the days after the robbery, did you have a feeling that Adrien felt threatened?

- Oh, well he wasn't feeling well, that's for sure.

The next day he took three days off supposedly to paint at home,

but in reality I think he was afraid to come back to work.

- Wait, did you say 'paint'? CLAIRE: Yes. Why?

- According to Dr Benzaoui he was attacked around 6 am.

YAWNS - Oh shit. Well, no, it's gone.

Is there anything you might have forgotten

to mention to the police at the time? - No-

- Wait! This painting thing is bothering me.

Did he tell you the nature of the paint?

Gouache? Acrylic? Oil paint?

SPED UP - According to Dr Benzaoui...

WE D.I.Y. CLOUD BLUE

FRUSTRATED SCREAM, GROAN

Well, it's not working today. I struggled there, it went away,

(I'm tired) - Excuse me.

- What?

QUIETLY - Can we concentrate for two minutes?

- Oh! Well! SCOFFS

That's all I've been doing!

QUIETLY - The victim's partner may have been kidnapped, all right?

And incidentally, we'll soon no longer have a "babysitter."

Yes, and whose fault is it?

You're the one who didn't want to bring your mother,

who would've taken very good care of him!

ADAM: And where would my mother have slept,

SHE SPUTTERS your kids are sleeping there.

- It's fine! My kids and I can always organize something! My

- Excuse me?

...my kids-

- You said his 'partner,' what are you talking about?

- Yes— sorry. Laura, his son's mother.

- 'His son's mother'? - Yes, we've no news. You know her?

- It's not possible. Adrien has no children

and is single.

- What do you mean 'single'? Are you sure?

- Uh, pretty sure, yes. Malik?

- What? - Did Adrien every mention

a girlfriend or a baby?

- Adrien? CLAIRE: Yes.

- No, never.

Adrien and a child?

EVEN MORE SPED UP - According to Dr Benzaoui...

TOUCH-UP

PHONE BEEPS

GILLES: Hello? - Yeah, uh,

Gilles, you still at the crime scene?

- Yeah, why?

- Check something for me. Um, on the door of the baby's room,

are there eight holes, that have been quickly patched up?

Check if it matches the lock you showed us.

- Yeah, it matches exactly.

- Laura.

BEEPING

GILLES: I asked all of Adrien's neighbors,

they were all convinced he was single.

And he also didn't declare the birth of his son to the civil registry.

- So he sequestered the mother and child in this room.

For how long? - Well, we don't know.

I found no administrative trace of a Laura in connection with the victim:

No bank card, health card, phone— nothing.

- Yeah, Théa? Well then—

—I had to go back to the office,

but don't worry I'll slam dunk this and come home, all right?

- Adrien Kowalski's mother, she mentioned a daughter-in-law, right?

She knew she existed. GILLES: Um, actually,

Adrien sometimes sent her pictures, but they've never met.

- Yes?

Adrien's mother, uh, lives in Warsaw- - Krakow.

- ...in Krakow. That's why she's never seen Laura.

- She can't fly due to cardiovascular disease,

- Mm-hmm?

so she hasn't been to France for 8 years.

- Mmm.

So, if I understand correctly, we have no idea who this woman is.

- No, and she's not in the wanted persons file, I checked.

So we only have her first name and the photos

found on Adrien's phone to identify her.

CELINE: So what's our hypothesis?

His mother decides to pay him an unexpected visit.

Upon learning she's coming, he attempts to cover up the kidnapping

and his prisoner takes advantage of this to escape?

Well, it's possible, but would she leave without her child?

THÉA: YOU WIN. I'LL HAND LEO OVER TO THE FIREFIGHTERS.

DAPHNÉ: We found this notebook in the baby's bag.

She noted everything: weight, measurements, meals per day.

- That's what you were saying, and the robber discovered them

and she went from one kidnapper to another.

- Well, I'm going to take the file home to study a little,

with you all talking at the same time I can't concentrate.

- Well, no way, Morgane!

- Teleworking is a very good idea, Morgane.

- Yes... CELINE: Yeah? No!

Commander? Morgane? My office.

- (Phew...)

- Uh, couldn't we do this at another time?

I'll explain: I'm breastfeeding, and it'd be convenient for me to go home to pump,

because things are nearing capacity... oh, okay.

DOOR SHUTS

- Are you two kidding me? Huh? - No.

- My unit has been understaffed for three months,

because my group leader decided to take surprise paternity leave,

at the same time as the consultant with whom he had secretly slept with.

Paternity leave which he then extended by six weeks!

I was informed by text the day before at 10:47 pm! So:

on the day they return, could the group leader and the consultant in question

consider staying focused on the case that has dropped on us

for a little more than five minutes at a time?

BOTH: Um...

MORGANE: Well... - We, uh...

MORGANE: Yeah... - We, uh...

For starters, we apologize. - Yes. Uh, yeah...

- We don't have a childcare solution for Léo today-

- No! Really, no.

- You had three months to find a childcare solution!

And me, huh? Who looked after Gilles all that time?

And Daphné? And Afida?

MURMURS - Well, at the same time, you don't breastfeed them.

HE CLEARS THROAT - '2:00 pm, H Parmentier.'

TUESDAY

- What? - What does this thing mean?

- Well, Karadec... - Hmm?

- Okay, well, '150 ml' is what he drank,

'S 1h30,' his nap was one and a half hours long,

and 'H Parmentier' is shepherd's pie, that's what he ate at noon! There!

Leo was slow, but he's like, 'woo-hoo'! LAUGHS

- Morgane, diversifying food begins at four months,

we start with carrots and zuchini, they're easier to digest.

But we definitely don't start with potatoes or chopped meat!

- Uh, you think I don't know babies? Babies eat everything, Karadec! All right?

Believe me, I'm not denying myself of it with Leo!

That's unlikely. We'll do exactly what the pediatrician said,

we start with vegetables, then fruits, all right?

My son'll be a vegetarian! - Well, this is, is fascinating-

MORGANE: 'Vegetarian'? - ...but we have a woman to find.

- I thought I was the only one who cared about cooking meals for him!

- Meals other than good salads! Since when do you cook, Morgane?

Since you've been at my place you haven't cooked once!

- Excuse me?

- Not once!

- Okay, uh... DOOR OPENS

...my breasts are the meal, okay? - Ha!

- So technically, I cook 24/7!

- Let's go, out of my office.

- I'm cooking here!

Cooking here, cooking here! - '24/7'!

- 24/7, yeah! - Yeah...

- I'm cooking! All the time!

- 24h...

'H Parmentier.'

- H is a bus line from the Roubaix area,

and Parmentier is the name of a stop.

'Tuesday, 2pm.' It's a meeting.

BEEPING

This thing of yours is weird, Karadec.

Seriously, we're wasting our time!

- Look, the bus arrives at 2:06. We'll know in 20 minutes.

TEXT ALERT, SHE YAWNS Ah!

ADAM: Daphné's sent the video

that Adrien Kowalski sent to his mother. Maybe there's something.

POLISH ADRIEN: Hello mom, we just got

back from the hospital,

the delivery went very well. AUDIO: BABY CRYING

Wiktor is all right, Laura too. - Oh...

AUDIO CONTINUES - ...this morning... - What?

- What're you doing? The baby's crying makes my milk flow!

Aw jeez, if Leo doesn't come to the table quick!

If they start clogging up I'm going to have terrible pain.

Pass me the tissues! It hurts, jeez it hurts!

...I'll have to finish...

Would you mind putting on your headphones?

I'm in pain, try to imagine it!

- Not only do I not find it boring, it'll also give me a vacation.

GILLES AND AFIDA GIGGLE, KISS

. . .

- Ha! Love you.

SIGHS

LAUGHS QUIETLY

- Any news?

- No, I sent the photo of the missing person to the European police,

nothing so far. GILLES: Okay. SIGHS

- It's crazy love, huh? Yeah? LAUGHS - Yeah, yeah...

...I'll widen the witness appeal too.

- Yeah.

Forgetting something?

- No.

- You're forgetting something. - N...o?

Don't leave your trash on my desk.

- Maybe read it? Heh heh... - Oh, read it...

- No! PAPER CRINKLES

- Well, making progress on the disappearance of the baby's mother?

GILLES: MOUTH FULL Mm-hmm! - You all right, Gilles?

COUGHS - Progress!

BEEPING

LIGHT SNORING, MOBILE RINGS

GASPS

Karadec! Karadec, you fell asleep, it's almost 3!

- Oh fuck! Oh fuck! ELIOTT: Hello?

- Yeah? - You think you're coming back soon?

- What? Huh? LEO CRYING

- He keeps crying all the time! - Don't tell me your sister

dumped Leo on you! - Eliott's with Leo?

- Yes, but don't worry because he's much more mature

than he looks, he'll handle the situation very well. Huh? Honey?

- Uh, no, it's cool. But can you come home before 3, because

I'm going to paintball with my friends, . . .

worst case, I can take him with me. . . .

- Hold on, Karadec- - No, you're not taking him!

Nowhere, you hear me?

- That guy! He already- - He hasn't had his vaccinations!

- ...passed by an hour ago! Hold on!

Let's go, let's go!

ADAM: My gun! My gun, my gun!

CROSSTALK - It's locked! Why is it locked?

Don't tell me you put the child lock on! Shit! Who puts the child lock on?

- Uh, mom? LEO CRYING

HEY, OVER THERE! POLICE! DON'T MOVE!

OH! HANDS UP! IT'S THE POLICE! DON'T MO-

OW! KARADEC!

- POLICE! - HANDS UP! W-WAIT!

- HANDS UP! W-WAIT!

- POLICE! STOP! - Wait!

MORGANE: Hey!

- So? Where is he? - Lost him.

- Huh? Annoying. ELIOTT: Hello?

- Yeah honey? - Hello mom? You all right?

- No, everything's fine, it's just that we just- LEO CRYING

LEO CRYING

...and that's it. The good news is that I can go straight home!

- Cool, because I think he's hungry.

- Well perfect, because I really want to feed him!

. . .

BABY CRYING

Honey? On the other hand...

There- there's a bottle in the fridge.

You have to keep him for me for another half hour, all right?

You can stop right now, we won't find her.

- Who, Laura? MORGANE: Yeah,

there's no point in looking, she hasn't disappeared at all.

SEARCH NOTICE

GILLES: Huh?

- Her kid! It's not crying in the right language!

- The 'right language'? How's that?

- You're aware that babies cry with an accent from birth?

Not all babies cry the same way depending on their mother's language.

It's obvious! They spent months

in their mother's womb listening to everything she says—

—well, they internalize it! BABYTALK

MUFFLED BABYTALK

Let's say a mom speaks French-

♪ LA MARSEILLAISE ♪

SINGING IN FRENCH

PROF: The long, or stressed, accent generally comes at the ends of words.

- 'Ba-BY,' 'ma-MA,' 'pa-PA'

- ...AAAAAAAA-

- Yes, fine- - And, well, her baby will cry

with a rising inflection.

- From low- MORGANE: ...to high.

CRYING LOW TO HIGH

- Whereas, if the mother speaks German-

SINGING IN GERMAN

...a language where the accent is placed on the penultimate syllable,

- 'BA-by'!

- 'MA-ma'!

- 'PAAA-pa.'

well, the baby will cry with a descending inflection.

- HIGH TO LOW!

CRYING HIGH TO LOW

- So, fascinating, babies have accents, could've fooled me. So?

- Well, so the baby we found in Adrien's car, him—

CRYING LOW TO HIGH

—he was clearly crying like a little Frenchman,

while the one in the video he sent to his mother,

he was clearly crying like an American.

SINGING IN ENGLISH

CRYING MID-RANGE

Oh jeez.

So I think he got his crying from YouTube,

and that he tampered with the video. - But why would he do that?

- Because he has no child.

- And he doesn't have a girlfriend either, the girlfriend doesn't exist!

- How can she not exist, we have photos of her everywhere!

- Ah! The photo, LAUGHS

let's talk about the photo.

Anything strike you? Look: we never see her hands.

We never see the hands. Why?

- Maybe he cut them off so she wouldn't escape.

- No, Gilles. Uh, Daphné?

MIMICS SCI-FI COMPUTER

They were generated by artificial intelligence.

We don't see the hands because AI is weak on that part of the body.

MORGANE: That's it!

ChatGPT is buggy! EXPLOSION

- So Adrien Kowalski didn't kidnap anyone.

No! The guy totally invented a life.

He invented a woman and baby to please his mom,

who obviously will die soon.

His mother decides to come see her grandson despite her heart problems.

- Panic on all floors! The guy realizes that he has

three days to make his big lie credible.

He's going to go buy girls' clothes, baby bottles, and clear out

the room that locks when he rents out his place on Airbnb,

and he turns it into a child's bedroom.

No one's in danger!

The guy really got killed by a robber,

as we thought at the start of the investigation.

Well, I think you no longer need me to close the case, and I'll be able to-

- Whose baby is it?

CRYING

- The baby?

- Well, you found a baby in Adrien Kowalski's car this morning.

If it's not his, whose is it?

- Oh jeez, shit. Oh yeah.

DOOR CHIME

- You mean he invented a family?

- It would seem, yes.

Sorry to insist,

but he hadn't many friends except at work,

and we absolutely have to identify this baby to return him to his parents.

CLAIRE: Well no, there's my colleague who just gave birth, but

I called her yesterday and everything's fine.

- Well there we are, wasting our time, Karadec. Come on, quick, let's go home.

- Will you call her and check, please? - Well, I'm going home,

because the lid of the pressure cooker is gonna explode, huh?

MOBILE RINGS

- Yes? Honey, honey? I'm coming, I'm coming,

don't feed him!

AGNES: Hello, Morgane? This is your mother—

—well, no, this is the babysitter you don't bother to call

to watch your baby. - Oh fuck.

He called you, right?

- Ludo? Luckily he called me, because

someone had to take care of your baby, three months old!

No, you obviously don't care.

NICOLAS: Nobody move!

- Okay, I'll let you go, I'm getting robbed right now.

- Don't think you're too old for that kind of ridiculous excuse?

- Nobody move, I said!

SHE CHORTLES

- Oh, plus you're doing a voice, do you take me for an imbecile?

- WHAT'RE YOU LOOKING AT? HANG UP!

- (It's him, he's the guy.)

- Hands on heads! The first one who moves I blow his brains out!

You over there, hands up! Come here!

Move! Hands in the air! Everyone: nothing smart!

MUFFLED Everyone move!

- POLICE! DROP YOUR WEAPON!

SHE YELPS

- You drop your weapon!

- Karadec, he's tense, he's very very tense.

- Don't move and drop your gun! I'll kill her!

- Okay,

I'm putting down my weapon. Slowly.

Look, look, putting it down, putting it down. It's down.

- Good. Now get over there. . . .

I'm warning you: don't move.

The first one to move, the first one to speak,

GETS A BULLET IN THE HEAD!

WHIMPERING

- You, come here. . . .

Come here!

COME HERE! FUCK!

Where's your pal? Your pal Adrien!

The one who wanted to be a hero!

WHERE'S ADRIEN? - Adrien? He...

- Adrien's not here, he's not working today.

- DON'T FUCK WITH ME! FUCK!

ADRIEN! ADRIEN!

ADRIEN! If you don't come out, I'll kill them all!

ONE BY ONE!

- It's true, he's not working today.

We can call him if you want, ask him to come.

Do you have his number?

Do you have his number? CLAIRE: Yes.

- Call him.

Go ahead; hurry.

NICOLAS: Come on, hurry up! Fuck.

ADRIEN: Hello, you've reached the voicemail...

- It's his voicemail! - Leave a message! Leave a message.

...leave a message and I'll call you back later. BEEP

- Yes, Adrien? Can you come to the store please, uh-

there's a guy with a gun- - Give me that!

NICOLAS: Adrien, if you're not here in 30 seconds,

I'll kill them all, starting with the bitch.

BEEPING

TEXT ALERT

CALL FROM CLAIRE THOMAS

(Oh!)

CHUCKLING No... oh no...

Phew!

Daphné, can you come and help me please?

I have a little problem connecting to the intranet.

- So: 'SOS SO-' No, that isn't your user name.

Your login isn't 'Sos Sos'! It's 'G Vandraud,' your name.

It's not pronounced 'Sos Sos,' Because as you can see,

there are periods between the letters.

TEXT ALERT

CALL FROM CLAIRE THOMAS

- A message to her colleague. - Her colleague is dead.

Karadec and Morgane went to question her.

- Well, yeah.

CLAIRE: Yes, Adrien? Can you come to the store please, uh-

there's a guy with a gun- NICOLAS: Give me that! Adrien,

if you're not here in 30 seconds, I'll kill them all, starting with the bitch.

MORGANE: Karadec, I can't take it anymore

ADAM: (Shut up!) MORGANE: We tell him Adrien's dead,

he'll realize he came for nothing, he frees us, that's it.

ADAM: (Or he kills everyone.)

- (Who's fault is that?) - (Keep it down!)

- (I remind you, I have two time bombs strapped to my body,

and if we don't get home) they'll end up exploding, okay?

HE WHISPERS

- Fucking cops, shut up, okay?

CROSSTALK

...I'm not finished! I just wanted to say I'm a consultant-

- ARE YOU GONNA SHUT YOUR MOUTH? CROSSTALK

- Excuse me.

- It's not the same.

- SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHIT!

Ah, fuck.

WHISPERS

- May I?

We're going to spend a little time together.

Can I ask you your first name?

Mine's Adam. You?

- Nicolas.

- Okay, Nicolas.

I see you're upset, maybe I can help you.

SNIFFLE I'd be surprised.

- I propose we try. Why are you looking for Adrien?

- WHAT ARE YOU DOING? SHUT YOUR MOUTH!

- Okay, sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- Everyone shut it.

Shit!

- Stay calm. No sudden movements.

It will all be fine.

- Oh fuck! It's his baby! LAUGHS

. . .

- What're you doing? CROSSTALK

- Calm down, I'll explain! I'm going to get it back!

- Easy, take it easy.

- Wait, turn around. I'm taking this.

Ah ha ha! What is this?

Huh, Kara'? what is it?

The pattern, the funny little tassels, don't they mean anything to you?

And the, and the 'L'?

It's exactly the same pattern as the bag in Adrien's car.

It goes with the bag, and the bag is his, because—?

Because Adrien's baby— is his son!

MORGANE: Oh! Woo! Okay, everything's fine, let's relax!

Don't worry, we're not dealing with a dangerous psychopath.

He's just a dad, who robs mini-marts to raise his kid.

- You talking about my son? - Hey, hey-!

- Easy, easy.

- How do you know this? - Whoa, "stop"! No!

I want to be nice, but I'm not going to do a demo

with a gun pointed at me! Point it at someone else!

PANICKED GASPS

- Whoa! Whoa whoa whoa!

MORGANE: So where was I?

Right: this is the moment— oh jeez—

—the moment when you tell me

—this is the moment when you ask me how come

our robber friend's baby was found in Adrien's car.

- Very good question. - Look—

- He'll kill us!

- As long as we haven't seen his face, he has no reason to hurt us.

- Recognize this? Is this not a face of a champion?

- No. MORGANE: Oh, well, the nose,

the beard, the haircut, everything!

This is the very photofit of the robber that Adrien mande for the cops!

- I confirm.

MORGANE: So hey, look at the original.

ADAM: NO! ALL CRY OUT

MORGANE: He had nothing to do with it

So here I ask myself the question, 'Why did Adrien create a false photofit

to protect Nicolas?'

What's his interest in doing that?

Well, because imagine that these two rascals made a pact.

The day of the robbery, Adrien spotted Nicolas

about to get into his crate and make his getaway.

So I guess he saw a baby seat in the back of the car,

No? Am I wrong? Ah.

A 'Baby On Board' sticker? Ah! That's it!

So what play does Adrien think up?

Okay, Adrien's mom arrives in 48 hours

and he still doesn't have a kid to show her. In front of him

he sees his 'friend' Nico— no offense, but 'Nico The Lesser.'

Not exactly a top gangster, huh?

Well, I imagine that making a witness disappear doesn't suit you very much.

So what does he do? He offers him a "deal": 'You trade me your baby,

for giving a false description.'

And Nicolas said yes. Well, we would've done the same.

Afterwards, I imagine the guys arranged to meet at a bus stop,

so that Adrien can give the baby back—

—only, here he gets killed. He never-

- What the fuck are you talking about? Who died?

- Wait! - Not the baby! Not the baby: Adrien.

- Adrien, it was Adrien. The baby's fine.

The baby is at the PJ with colleagues, everything is fine.

- I can confirm. - You know what we're going to do?

We'll go get him right away. You and me.

Come on. Let's get your baby. (Come on. That's it.)

And afterward, everyone goes home, huh?

Rest... - Morgane?

- ...A little evening of TV...

...TV dinner.

We're having a good time, aren't we? What do you think?

GARBLED PA, FEEDBACK CELINE: This is the police!

The area is cordoned-off.

Stay calm, we will contact you in a few minutes.

Where's the negotiator? - I'll check.

BEEPING

BAYEUR: Commissioner Hazan?

Cmdr Jacques Bayeur, SWAT Negotiator.

- (Good evening.)

- Welcome, Commander. You've taken stock of the situation?

- Yeah.

Here's what we know:

A gunman has barricaded himself in this building with six hostages,

here are the entrances and exits.

All right. Do we know the gunman's motivations?

- No. - No, we've identified him

by tracking his phone:

Nicolas Pertuis, 45, unemployed, no history of violence.

- Anything else I should know before I start?

- Yes. Yes, actually,

there are two people from my brigade among the hostages.

Cmdr Karadec, who is very experienced in emergency situations,

and his partner Morgane Alvaro, who— how can I put it—

—who can... who can be 'unpredictable.'

- Yeah.

- ((I can't take anymore.))

Karadec, what are they doing? It's been more than 20 minutes.

- (Speak softly.)

XYLOPHONE 'ODE TO JOY' RINGTONE

. . .

- (Go on, answer it!)

- (Leave the police to me.)

. . .

- Hello.

- Hello Nicolas,

Cmdr Jacques Bayeur of SWAT,

thank you for answering my call.

How can I help you?

- Do what I say.

I, I want my son back, all right?

Okay, I want him right now. And- no-

a presidential pardon. - And a breast pump! Tell them!

- Shhh! - Oh, what does it cost to ask?

- Is that your colleague?

HEMMING & HAWING

- Yeah. CROSSTALK

- Well, for the moment he doesn't know what to ask, that will save us time.

Nicolas, you want your son? All right,

where is your son right now?

With his mother?

- Not with his mother, there is no mother anymore, you understand?

- They don't understand anything, seriously!

He's the father of the baby we found at Adrien's, for godsake!

ADAM: I told you to stay calm!

- He's the baby's father? - Yes.

SCOFFS MORGANE: I swear, between the SWAT guy

and him making stupid demands, we're not out of the woods yet.

- Shut your mouths right now! ADAM: All right, all right!

MORGANE: We understand! ADAM: Sorry, sorry.

- Shit!

- This morning a 3-month-old baby was found in the vehicle of Adrien Kowalski,

a homicide victim. The child is at the PJ.

- Okay.

Nicolas, confirm that I understand what you're telling me.

You're talking about your 3-month-old son

who was found this morning in Adrien Kowalski's car,

and you're demanding his custody and a presidential pardon,

in exchange for the release of the hostages, is that right?

- Yes, and a helicopter.

LAUGHING MORGANE: Pull the other one, a helicopter!

You think you're in Die Hard? - (Shut up!)

- When are you going to show some sense- CROSSTALK

CROSSTALK - Are you two gonna shut up?

ADAM: Okay, okay okay okay. - Shit!

MORGANE: Sorry, but- - GROWLING Morgane!

- No, your requests are nonsense, you're completely delusional!

You've watched too many movies! A helicopter? A presidential pardon?

Why not Tom Cruise too while we're at it?.

You're losing all credibility!

- Uh, is this a strategy by your colleague?

- Uh, with Morgane, maybe, yes.

- It's a fifty-fifty chance. . - Fifty-fifty.

- Come on, I'll take over. He'll call you back!

- Hello? H-

- The fundamentals, okay? Be real: what do you need?

- She hung up, why did she hang up?

- I'll let her...

- Maybe Stockholm Syndrome? You know.

MORGANE: You want, 1) a car,

any make, but a nondescript color, like gray or white.

Okay, very good.

And not one of those connected models, okay?

Because they all have a GPS in the dashboard, so that's a no.

Then what do you want?

And gas in the car! Yes, a full tank.

And? Above all, you want—?

You want your son!

You want your son in a baby seat in the back of the car, okay?

Can you do that? Huh? - (Yes.)

Don't go into crazy stuff. - Yeah.

And all that in less than 30 minutes, huh?

Go on, champ, it's your turn!

LANDLINE RINGS

- Hello? - Okay. Here it is: change of plans!

I, I, I'm changing all the plans!

- (Okay.) I want a car! Uh, gray! Okay?

Yes- and watch it! Without GPS!

And with a full tank of gas, a full full tank, all right? Yeah.

And a seat, a seat for the baby, in the back, okay?

- Huh? There it is.

And get all that for me in 30 minutes!

OR I'LL KILL EVERYONE! BACKGROUND SCREAMING

- Nicolas! Nicolas, calm down!

- No, uh... hang up, that's good-

- YEAH! - Hang up, hang up.

PHONE BEEPS

- What, Karadec? Seriously-? Don't look at me like that.

Honestly, things had to move forward at some point, huh?

VERBAL SHRUG - Mm-hmm.

BAYEUR SIGHS

We'll have to bring the baby. Fast.

BEEPING

CRYING

RAGGED BREATHING

XYLOPHONE 'ODE TO JOY' RINGTONE

- Hello. - Nicolas?

Your son and your car are here, do you see them?

- Okay.

- Now let the hostages out and we'll let you go.

- Okay, good,

I'll release the hostages. Okay. MORGANE: Okay. Good.

ADAM & MORGANE: Let's go.

MORGANE: Women and children first!

- Easy, don't rush, hands on heads.

TENSE BREATHING

- (What the...)

RAGGED BREATHING

- Fuck. No, no! No no! Stop!

NO! THIS ISN'T GOOD, NOT AT ALL!

Dont move. "STOP"!

NOT GOOD, NOT GOOD AT ALL! FUCK!

- Nico, this is what we planned. - COPS ARE EVERYWHERE!

- Calm down, calm down. - THE CAR'S TOO FAR AWAY!

THERE'S A DRIVER INSIDE!

Fuck, are you kidding me? YOU'RE ALL FUCKED! FUCK!

Bring the fucking car closer. And get rid of the fucking driver!

- We can't take the risk of letting him leave with his son.

- Nicolas, we can't do that until you release all the hostages.

We talked about it, it's give and take.

- I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn anymore!

- Okay, okay. - I'm not releasing any hostages!

- Calm down. - Everyone get behind me, now!

GET BEHIND ME! Fuck!

- You two, get behind me!

MORGANE: Nico, this isn't what we said! - Move!

GET THE FUCK OVER THERE! NO ONE LEAVES!

SHOT, SCREAMS

- Gunshot!

- Nicolas?

- I'M SICK OF YOU ALL! ON THE GROUND! - Okay, okay.

- Nobody fucking moves! Get your hands up!

ADAM: Okay, okay. NICOLAS: Shut your mouths.

- Not a word. Nobody fucking move!

SOBBING BREATH

. . .

- Nicolas, what's happening?

NICOLAS: I'm warning you, the bullshit is over, okay?

Now do everything I say.

(Everything I say, to the letter.)

(Otherwise it won't go well, I'm telling you.)

- Let me just clear this with my superiors, all right?

I can no longer guarantee the safety of the hostages.

What do you want me to do?

- We have to storm it.

The vehicle's armored, so the risk is small if we stay inside.

Gilles? Stay in the vehicle with the child.

To all others: we're setting the stage. We're going to storm it.

XYLOPHONE 'ODE TO JOY' RINGTONE

NICOLAS: Hello? BAYEUR: Okay Nicolas, we'll do as you say.

Give us two minutes, all right?

- (Morgane?)

- (What?)

- (If something happens to me:

No screen time until he's four!)

- (Karadec! Listen good:

if you get killed,)

I'm putting him on TikTok tomorrow, okay?

ADAM: Nicolas?

- You won't leave with your child.

SNIFFS

STIFLES SOBS

DISTRAUGHT BREATHING

You're armed, and you fired.

They can't be sure that the child is safe with you—

—understand?

I suspect they will mount an assault soon.

- (Fuck...!) VOICE CRACKS

- What's your son's name?

- Lucien.

ADAM: Lucien?

You want the best for Lucien.

If you continue you'll get killed.

And then what would his future be?

ADAM: It's not too late. I can get you out of this,

you haven't hurt anyone.

- Do you have your phone? - (Yes.)

- Pass it to me, I have to warn Gilles.

- Bravo 1 in position. - Charlie in place.

- Alpha requesting instructions.

- Intervention in 60 seconds.

ADAM: Nicolas, look at me.

I have a 3-month-old son too.

- That's a lie.

- I swear on my son's head,

that if you agree to surrender I will do everything possible

to ensure the judge shows lenience.

ADAM: Think about him.

ADAM: Let me have the phone.

Make the right choice Nicolas, think of him.

- Ten seconds until the assault.

PHONE BEEPS

- It's Cmdr Karadec.

I'm with Nicolas, he agrees to surrender.

Don't intervene, okay?

- Everyone stand by, I repeat, everyone stand by—

—acknowledge.

- Alpha, received. - Charlie also,

awaiting instructions. - We're holding.

- Sorry, I, uh... You're gonna think this is super weird:

these are exactly the same photos that

Adrien sent to his mother, with another girl.

- Nicolas, put your weapon on the ground.

Believe me, it's the best choice you can make.

SNIFFLES

ADAM: Think about your son. Do it for him.

- You were in fact together. - He preferred we remain discreet.

For our so-called work.

INHALES TENSELY

And then, one day he started wanting us to take pictures of each other.

And he said that

it was for sending to his mother,

that he had told her about us, that she was curious.

RUEFUL LAUGH And me, well...

(I believed him.)

CRYING

(I thought to myself,

'For once, a man isn't ashamed to be wirh me.')

CLAIRE: (This morning, I stopped by unannounced.)

(And...)

(I saw him come out of his house with a baby.)

(I went inside, following him.)

(His computer was there, so I searched it,

I needed to understand.)

(I came across the messages he sent to his mother.)

(In the background onscreen, there was an open window.)

(It was the app he used to modify our photos.)

The instructions he had entered were:

'Remake this image by changing the woman to a pretty girl,

#beautiful,

#sexy,

#slim.'

ADAM: Okay, the suspect is disarmed.

GUN SLIDING

I can handle the arrest.

MORGANE YELPS

HANDCUFFS CLICKING

Well done. I know. I know, okay? MORGANE: Karadec?

- It's not the time, Morgane. - Karadec, yes it is! It's urgent! Karadec!

- What's going on?

- I'M NOT GOING TO JAIL FOR THAT ASSHOLE, YOU HEAR ME?

DOOR CHIME - Dont't shoot! Dont't shoot!

Dont't shoot! Dont't shoot!

- Come out, come out!

- Dont't shoot! Dont't shoot!

I'm with you, I'm with you! I have my badge! My badge, look!

- Wait! Wait! I don't understand! LUCIEN!

- Look— she's armed, she's armed, she's armed!

- DON'T MOVE!

SWAT: What the hell!?

- How's that?

NICOLAS: LUCIEN! NO! FUCK! ADAM: DON'T SHOOT!

- FUCK! LET ME GO!

- Who's armed?

- GET AWAY! CELINE: Do we proceed?

- Not the boobs, for godsake!

SHOUTS .

ADAM: Morgane, don't do anything stupid!

- Who's the threat? Who? - I don't know! A hostage

has taken another hostage hostage!

- I'LL KILL HER!

SWAT: Don't shoot, don't shoot!

CLAIRE: I'm taking this! CELINE: Gilles?

- The cashier has taken Morgane hostage.

- OPEN THE DOOR!

- She's aiming at me.

NICOLAS: LUCIEN! - OPEN THE CAR! FUCK!

- MY SON! MY SON!

ADAM: Morgane! SWAT: What the hell are you doing?

- LUCIENNNN! - Morgane!

- Easy, easy there!

- OPEN IT! OPEN THE FUCKING CAR! OPEN IT, FUCK!

- It's all right, it's all right, it's fine!

- Get lost! GET LOST! - It's all right.

- Bravo to Command, what do we do?

- Bravo to Command, I repeat,

what do we do? - Authorize them to fire.

- No, no. Nobody fires, nobody!

Deploy smoke bombs. - Smoke bombs!

SAFETY CATCHES SNAP

SPARKS & SMOKE HISS

- Morgane!

. . .

- Gilles!

- Morgane!

Do you see the child? What's going on?

What's going on?

- Gilles, do you see anything?

TWO SHOTS

- Gilles, are you receiving me?

Is everything okay, Gilles?

Gilles, can you hear me? Is everything okay?

ADAM: Gilles, do you see anything?

- Whoa, I can't see anything!

- Gilles!

Is everyone all right?

COUGHING

Morgane? MORGANE!

WEARILY - Oooh.

LUCIEN NURSING - Oooh.

LUCIEN NURSING .

MORGANE: Oh, ah. Enjoy, Lucien. Oh...

- What's going on Gilles, is Morgane all right?

Is Morgane all right?

- Uh, yes, fine, fine, fine! Still a little shaken, but...

she'll recover fast, she'll be fine. She'll be fine.

- Oooh.

SIGHS

TYPING

I've finished Nicolas Pertuis's confession, are you

almost done with the murderer's?

- Yeah, I'm almost finished.

- I'm exhausted. Shall we bounce?

- Um, I have to finish writing the reports, and

we'll meet at the apartment. - Mmm.

DOOR OPENS

Mmm!

Don't take too long, "baby bear." HE LAUGHS

I miss you already. - Me too.

BOTH: Love you. KISSES

KISSES

- You two are so cute, it's not possible!

- I can't take it anymore! You have to help me!

JUMPSCARE MUSIC STING

Do you understand? Uh...

GUTTURAL NOISES

STABBING MUSIC FROM PSYCHO SHOWER SCENE

- ((There!))

((We're... going to... sleep... because...))

SHE YAWNS

THEY SIGH

(Oh!)

Seriously, lucky it's his first day of daycare tomorrow, because-

LAUGHS

Ah! Oh, I'm sick of this!

- I can confirm.

SHE LAUGHS

Anyway, I can confirm that we make a good team.

- We're certainly masters of crisis management.

- That's important. - Mmm.

LOSE CONTROL BY TEDDY SWIMS .

LOSE CONTROL BY TEDDY SWIMS ♪ Something's got a hold of me lately ♪

♪ No, I don’t know myself anymore ♪

♪ Feels like the walls are all closin' in ♪

♪ And the devil's knockin’ at my door, ♪

♪ Out of my mind, how many times ♪

♪ did I tell you I'm no good at bein' alone? ♪

♪ Yeah, it's taken a toll on ♪ ♪ me, tryin' my best to keep ♪

♪ From tearin' the skin off ♪ ♪ my bones, don't you know ♪

♪ I - lose - control ♪

♪ When you're not next to me ♪

♪ I’m fallin’ apart right in ♪ ♪ front of you, can't you see? ♪

♪ I - lose- control ♪

♪ When you’re not next to me ♪

♪ Yeah, you're breakin' my heart, baby ♪

♪ You make a mess of me ♪

♪ I - lose - control ♪

♪ When you're not next to me ♪

SQUEAK ♪ Yeah, you're breakin' my heart, baby ♪

♪ You make a mess of me ♪

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