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MOBILE RINGS, VIBRATES BURNING LOVE BY DENNIS LINDE

BURNING LOVE BY DENNIS LINDE

ADAM: Yes, Gilles?

No, you're not waking me up.

A crime scene? Very good,

send me the address, please?

Yes— tell Morgane, because I'm not sure I'll run into her.

Morgane?

- Morgane? - STARTLED Oh!

. . .

- No! Okay, you watched TV yesterday! This weekend, tonight, I decide!

and it will be the... Iranian film.

. . .

- ...all this to say that the guy couldn't be in Singapore.

So it's clear, huh? The husband lied.

- Oh! Uh, I forgot, can you buy cond-?

FORCED CHEERFUL - Capellini! Very good idea, I'll get Italian.

GILLES: They sell pasta at the pharmacy now. DAPHNÉ: Mmm.

BURNING LOVE CONTINUES

CELINE: So... thanks for coming. I have a few little things for you.

Now then, there's this;

SEXUAL HEALTH, EVEN AT WORK!

and this again;

SEXUAL HARASSMENT: MY DUTIES, MY RIGHTS

and this one. There you go. That covers everything.

AND PERMISSION?

. . .

CHUCKLES - What is this?

- Well, these are brochures that HR asked me to distribute to you.

And then we will sign a waiver stating that the hierarchy

has been informed of your relationship, and we'll be good.

- No... - Uh...

LAUGHING I think there's a big misunderstanding here!

We're completely... Listen, uh...

- It's a- - A complete misunderstanding!

CROSSTALK

- ...our daily lives. CROSSTALK

- You called Gilles by mistake from your car three weeks ago.

On video. SAMBA

CALLING TONES

DISGUSTED CROSSTALK

- What? Wh-

SIGHS

Nonsense! Deepfake! Completely deepfa-

Do you know what deepfake is? Because we did a whole investigation

last year, so it'd be good if it were useful to us!

Typical, typical example of deepfake! I'm really gonna file a complaint!

- Morgane? It's okay, we...

Uh, Celine, uh, actually,

I've started a relationship with Morgane. - Ah, thank you. That's what I like.

So I'll write that you and Morgane came to inform me that you started a relationship.

- A sexual relationship, absolutely.

- Not that, uh... - Of course, sorry, right. We're roommates,

co- parents,

and, uh, co-workers, HR already knows this.

- Very good, so I'll write that you're co-workers,

roommates and co-parents, having recently started

a sexual relationship. Does that work? - Yes?

- Morgane, does that work for you?

- Well, yeah... Well... yeah.

- I have everything I need.

MELUSINE: Help! Please!

- Can you see what's happening?

- I need to talk to someone, it's urgent!

GILLES: What is it?

- It was a crime, an assault.

- You're the victim of an assault?

- No, I saw a man, he was hurting a young woman.

He's brunette. He had a mustache. A piercing here.

His name is... Brad... Brad... Bradley. It says so on his T-shirt.

He's dangerous, you have to stop him!

- Okay, okay. - Calm down, ma'am.

This attack took place where and when?

- I don't know. - What do you mean you don't know?

- It's a dark place.

I see yellow flowers.

Mimosas.

And a spaceship.

- Okay... - Okay, uh...

the scene you're talking about, did you see it or not?

- The spirits showed me.

- Ah, there you go! - They're never wrong.

You must find this man and woman! MORGANE: Yes!

- Please!

- Oh, well there you go! 'Mélusine Lelièvre,

clairvoyant, medium and fortune teller.'

Do you know what that means? - No. - No.

- That we're going to get free readings!

Do you also do money problems?

Coffee grounds? Pendulums, do you do pendulums?

- Gilles, will you inform Daphné about ... - Mm-hmm.

- Tea leaves? - ...about the witness?

- Palm lines?

- Someone will come see to you, ma'am.

- Okay, I'll give you three numbers, tell me if you have a flash, okay? Uh-

- Listen to me, please!

- That's all we do here. So then: 3, 24, 12.

See anything? No? So?

HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

DAPHNÉ: In any case, you did really well in coming to see us.

BARNUM EFFECT

Can you describe the suspect to me?

- His name is Brad, it is written.

He's number 12.

- Number 12, like the Hanged Man card?

- Yes, that's it. - Yeah.

- Daphné, it'd be good to speed up, we have three reports to finish

on the family- - Gilles!

I'm busy actually. - All right-

- I see the name of the street.

HE GRUMBLES

It's the name of a writer.

- A writer... A writer- - Victor Hugo.

- No, no, Emile Zola. - Hold on, while we're here,

will you read my palm?

Because I always dreamed of knowing if I was going to become rich and famous.

So?

Is there something?

- A ghost will contact you.

- Wow! Downright!

- Strong, strong.

- Listen to him, you won't get a second chance.

- Wooo! Word up, a ghost!

Like... Dalida? Michael Jackson? - I don't know.

- Morgane, excuse me, we're conducting an investigation here,

is there a way to stay a little focused?

- Hold on, uh... Amy Winehouse? Jim Morrison?

CLAPS Filip from 2Be3!

- They talk to me. - 'They talk.'

- The spirits gave me a sequence of numbers and letters.

DAPHNÉ: All right.

- 'E, S, 6, 0, 9, O, Z.'

I think it's a license plate.

- Forget it, she's a bogus psychic. - Morgane, please!

- Don't forget, there's no O on French license plates!

No, there's no O, no I, no U. Why?

Because the cops are afraid of mixing them up

with zero, 1, and V on their tickets.

I know something about it, because when

Eliott wanted to put 'BII111TE,'

COCK

FART 'PR000UT,'

NUTS .

NUTS and NUTS— well, they wouldn't.

and NUTS on ours— well, they wouldn't.

- Well no. - I must've misunderstood.

- She must've misunderstood!

- Wait, I'll ask them again.

- Oh, that's it: go ask them again— somewhere else.

Sorry to twist your arm, we're really overwhelmed with work, I'm sorry.

GILLES: No, truly, I'd rather not. I'll see you out.

- I have a residence, Les Mimosas, on Rue Emile Zola!

MORGANE: Yes, Daphné, she's a bogus psychic!

- Thought we'd never get rid of her. Where are you going?

- To do my job, Gilles!

MOBILE RINGS

- Yes, hello? SERGE: Morgane?

Yes, it's me, it's your father. - Why are you calling me

at my job? I remind you that you were supposed to disappear!

- Calm down.

I wanted to give you some news.

As I will be in Lille next week,

I thought... it would be nice...

to see each other.

- I can't talk to you, my colleagues might hear, so "ciao," that's it!

- A ghost will contact you.

- Oh fuck, the ghost.

Hey! Daphné!

Wait, wait for me, I'm coming!

DAPHNÉ: Stop! Stop, stop there!

Hold it!

The house! Les Mimosas!

- I see yellow flowers. Mimosas.

- And there's a spaceship, like she said!

- And a spaceship.

- It's here for sure, it's here for sure! - Wait! Oh my...

Okay, all right. The door, it's me who shuts it? Huh?

And the flasher, is that yours truly too? Flasher...

Police!

You wouldn't have seen a man who was about to commit a crime?

BETTY: Uh, no. - Are you sure,

his name is Bradley, or Bradson?

With a mania for the number 12?

- No, sorry, I don't have any dark relationships at all.

- A sexual relationship, absolutely.

- Not that, uh...

Say, Daphné, seeing as we're having a great time

between friends, I was saying to myself- - Apartment 12!

- ...I realize that Karadec and I may not have been very discreet,

and maybe that, suddenly, you realized that, well, him and I-

- That you're sleeping together?

I'm not joking, Morgane: everyone knows.

- Yeah, actually, it's a bit more, let's say that he and I are-

- "Sex friends"? Thank you.

- Yeah? So what exactly do you mean by "sex friends"?

because I have the impression that it's still a little bit of a concept.

WOMAN SCREAMING

Okay...

POUNDS ON DOOR

- POLICE! . . .

HEY-

WOMAN SCREAMING

- Uh... he's not a 'Brad.'

- Uh, no. No, my name is Jorrick.

SCREAMING FROM VIDEO

Are you from HADOPI*? * ANTI-PIRACY AGENCY

I promise, this is the first time I've downloaded illegally.

- Well, uh, Daphne,

it's clearly not him, we'll leave him alone.

MONSTER SOUNDS, SCREAMING FROM VIDEO

- Good evening. - Thank you.

- It doesn't matter, it's not him. - Well, no.

- (Fuck. My cup, where is it?) MUSIC PLAYING

Uh, where is it?

- What ?

- Where is it?

- What do I know about where you put it, Karadec?

- If it was there I left it it would be on the shelf in the kitchen.

. . .

Well there it is, put anywhere, as usual.

What is this?

Oh no, Eliott's retainer, it's disgusting!

Eliott, didn't I tell you not to touch my things?

- Oopsie... ELIOTT: Sorry !

- It's noisy. . . .

Almost as much as this night.

- Huh? Uh... what are you saying? . . .

- The walls are thin.

And frankly, between the creaking bed and the noise he makes when-

- No, no no no no, I don't want to have this conversation with you.

No, no, no! No-oo! . . .

THEA LAUGHS - No!

- Okay! Okay... - Stop!

ADAM: Thea, turn that music down, we can't hear each other anymore!

. . .

ADAM: Less loud, please!

SOFTLY - Very well, listen,

since you're absolutely insisting we have this conversation,

um... Well, can we say that what you heard— uh,

according to you—

—was, was something purely physical?

Yeah, or was—

—something a little more serious?

ALSO SOFTLY - I don't know!

Are you exclusive or not?

- What?

- Does he sleep with other girls or not?

Have you checked if he deleted his dating apps?

- Théa, we're talking about Karadec, not Casanova!

- Yes, I mean, I think he cheated on Roxane with you, right?

- Okay.

Remind me in the future not to share everything with you, okay?

MUSIC CONTINUES, LOUDER

MUSIC FADES

- I've been researching all night

and I found twelve homes named 'Les Mimosas' in France, including

one in Toulouse 30 min. from Space City.* * PUBLIC SCIENCE CENTER

- Let it go Daphné, she's crazy.

- No, I'm still going to call the local police station, it might be worth it.

HORROR MUSIC STING

AFIDA: Have you seen Gilles?

- Uh, no... - SOFTLY Oh fuck, because

I'm ovulating right now!

He's not here? Okay, (he's not here; fuck, annoying.)

Annoying, because I need to get pregnant this week

if I want to get my summer body back for this summer. (Fuck!)

- Uh...

- Gilles? This can't go on.

It's not possible, you have to tell her.

You take her to a restaurant, you say, 'I don't want to have children,'

and you dump her, that's it.

- Hold on, FYI it's also a little your fault that I'm here. MOBILE RINGS

- Sorry?

- 'Sorry'? No, it's 'yes'-

Hello? Yes.

A crime scene, you say?

Do you have the victim's identity?

What name did you say?

Our psychic has several fractures and head trauma.

We think she fell from the bridge late last night.

She was calling out for help and I treated her like trash!

- No, wait, the gal didn't tell us that she was the one who was going to die.

If she's not gonna be specific, well...! - Any witnesses?

- Yes, a homeless man who was sleeping there. Daphné's questioning him.

ADAM: Daphné, what are you doing in the field?

- Well, my job, Commander.

Um... the witness didn't see the murder, but

he saw a white minivan around midnight, which fits with the number 12.

Forensics found this child's barrette on the ground 30 feet from the body.

It's a sunflower, a yellow flower. Who says yellow flowers have to be mimosas?

And for the spaceship, I checked, there are

at least three UFO reports in the area over the past 40 years.

- Okay, great. And... Find anything interesting in the victim's mobile?

- Nothing at all.

On the other hand, the victim received calls and texts,

but only until 9 pm. After that it suddenly stopped,

as if she had entered a white zone.* * DEAD ZONE

- A white zone.* Like with a UFO? DEAD ZONE

- We can't prove that, but...

we can't rule it out.

X-FILES-ish THEME STING

- OK, fine Agent Mulder, great—

—in short, 'the truth is out there.'

In the meantime, the woman hasn't been abducted by a UFO,

she just has two numbers.

Because look, here.

All the incoming or outgoing exchanges with her customers

always take place between 10am and 9pm. ADAM: Mm-hmm.

- Exactly as written on her business card.

HOME CONSULTATIONS, 7 DAYS A WEEK, 10 AM-9 PM

Yes! Just look here—

—see the little scratches on the SIM card tray?

- Mm-hmm. - That means she

spent time changing it: Open it, close it, open, close.

So she must've had a SIM card for her personal calls.

So, wait— wouldn't she put it...

Bingo! TRIUMPHANT LAUGH

Here Karadec, take over, I'll ruin my nails. There.

- Sure. I'll give you this- - There, the second SIM card!

- Okay; great... - Yeah... the second one...

- 18 missed calls from an 'Anna Matisse'

in the hours before her death.

A client who had her personal number?

GILLES: 'Anna Matisse'...

She drives a white minivan,

like the one our witness saw.

- 18 missed calls, 5 voice messages,

and 29 texts in one evening.

Would you mind explaining to me why you absolutely had to speak

to Mélusine yesterday, the evening of her death?

- A co-worker invited me to her birthday party

and I wanted to know what she thought about it.

- 'What she thought'? I don't understand.

- Whether she advised me to go or not.

Maybe it was an opportunity to meet someone, so,

I wanted to know her opinion.

SIGHS, SNIFFLES

I know what you're thinking.

But Mélusine was an incredible medium.

For example, four years ago when we met,

she immediately identified me.

She, she immediately saw

that I was a hypersensitive person, and that

I had experienced a breakup.

- What'd I tell you, she was real, we should've listened to her.

- No, but Gilles, seriously, can't you see this girl is in full Barnum Effect?

- 'Bar-what Effect'? - 'Barnum Effect.'

It's a cognitive bias that makes us believe that completely generic information

that could be addressed to anyone is specifically addressed to us.

And that's how the psychics reel in their clients:

Because we agree if everyone convinced you're hypersensitive

has been dumped, well, that makes a lot of potential suckers.

- She predicted a lot of things to me.

Three months ago,

she said I was going to experience a big change in my life,

and here I just moved. And also last year, when she told me

that I was going to meet a man older than me, but it wasn't going to last,

well, I met a man who was two years older than me,

and it didn't last because I found out he was married.

- No, but you see, seriously,

70% of women are with men older than them: big Barnum.

- I'll hold. Of course, of course the Barnum Effect also explains astrology,

the Marseilles Tarot, the memory of water- - Well, 'the memory of water'?

Let's talk about it, because that's where the

category 'big scientific scam' comes from!

CROSSTALK

- Why don't you read a little, Morgane?

CROSSTALK - Okay, great!

- Mélusine and I had a special relationship.

And it reassured me so much to be able to talk to her.

How could I have killed her?

- A witness saw a white minivan like yours

near where Mélusine's body was found.

Where were you last night?

- At home.

I didn't go out all evening.

And a white minivan is common, right?

Mélusine predicted a great injustice for me

in 2025, this must be what she was talking about.

- Wait, seriously Daphné?

We're going to talk about Nostradamus? Okay!

A guy who talks about dragons and 500 years later we think,

'Oh, yes, obviously he was talking about World War II!'

- Oh! - Hello, what? Huge Barnum!

- 'Barnum'! It's because of narrow-minded people like you that Mélusine died.

When I think that maybe she can hear us-

Yes, I'm holding!

- Mélusine, can you hear us?

- Yes, I said brown hair, mustache, with a piercing.

- Oh, I swear... What nonsense.

- Six reports?

Can you email me the photofits? Thank you.

- What's going on, Daphné?

- I sent the description of the attacker that Mélusine saw

to all the police stations in Lille, and the one in Wazemmes

replied that a matching individual

has been reported six times in recent months.

- Reported for what type of offense?

- Street harassment. Always the same MO.

The guy approaches women at night in the street

with aggressive sexual remarks and follows them on his scooter.

DAPHNÉ: The suspect has never been identified, but

colleagues in Wazemmes recovered CCTV

of one of the incidents from two months ago.

GILLES: We can't see the scooter's license plate.

Sorry, but there are plenty of dark-haired guys with piercings.

- The girl, there, who he starts following:

We met her yesterday in the building you dragged me to.

Okay, we'll question him, but quick, huh?

Because in my opinion, we're in full Barnum here.

- Uh-huh?

- You don't know the 'Barnum Effect'? - No.

- Oh, well then I'll explain it to you. - Yeah.

- The Barnum Effect is actually when we hear something very general,

and we're convinced it's aimed at us in particular.

Know what I mean? TEXT ALERT

- Are you exclusive or not?

- Is there a problem? - No. Want something?

- What is it?

- Does he sleep with other girls or not?

- So, the Barnum Effect, it's based on clairvoyance, horoscopes. Well,

for example, I'll give you an example.

If I tell you you're a Libra and therefore faithful in love,

or even exclusive,

well, you'd recognize yourself, huh?

But that doesn't make me the new Élizabeth Teissier,* right? * ASTROLOGER

HE KNOCKS - Not really, no.

- There you go! - No.

- Yes, but 'no' what?

There were two parts to my sentence so, I don't know.

- Hello, Cmdr Karadec from the Judicial Police; Morgane Alvaro.

- Hello? - Can we talk to you right now?

Do you know this woman?

- No. Sorry. Why?

- She was killed last night, and we're looking into this man,

who is shown in this photofit. Is he familiar?

- No, I'm sorry. Not at all.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

- He's been reported to us several times for street harassment.

We found CCTV video

in which he follows a woman who looks like you on a scooter.

BETTY: A scooter? No, I didn't see him

- Um, excuse me for insisting, but our victim claimed to be clairvoyant.

Just before she died she came to see me, to tell me she had a vision

of a woman being attacked by this man.

And in her vision it was happening in your building.

SOFTLY - Karadec, can I talk to you?

- Yes, of course. Excuse me.

HE AHEMS

- (What's up?) - (She's clearly a zero-waste enthusiast.)

THE ZERO WASTE REVOLUTION

((Look!))

(Her kitchen has a lot of packaging,)

ADAM: (Mm-hmm.) - (as if she has all her food delivered.)

(In my opinion, she doesn't go out anymore.)

(Or just to take out the trash, and even then,

she avoids the garbage room and takes it directly outside.)

- (Weird, isn't it?) - Mm-hmm.

- The guy on the scooter,

he followed you here, right?

- I don't want to talk about it.

- I understand, but if this man hurt you, maybe we can help.

- Listen, I know the cops

are very low-key on this subject, but,

I assure you, you can talk to him.

- I was coming home from a friend's house,

and that's when he started approaching me in the street.

He had been drinking, I think.

I tried to ignore him, but it made him really aggressive.

So I thought that if I talked to him he'd calm down, but really,

no, it just encouraged him.

ADAM: You have nothing to blame yourself for.

Do you feel able to tell us what happened next?

- We arrived in front of the lobby of my building.

And he wanted to go up with me.

And...

I didn't want to upset him, so I told him I had a boyfriend.

He asked me my boyfriend's name,

and I didn't know how to answer.

It's so stupid!

We got here.

In my hallway, he pushed me into the garbage room,

and I started screaming, shouting,

He clamped his hands around my neck.

And... I stopped resisting.

When it was over, I didn't know what to do.

So I went inside and took a shower.

Then I looked on the internet,

and I saw that by doing that I had erased all the evidence.

And the next day I thought,

'Okay I have to go to the police station.' Only...

Well, I stayed home. And then it was too late.

- Thank you for speaking to us.

I promise, we'll do whatever we can to find him.

ADAM: Hello. - Hello.

- Cmdr Karadec of the Crime Squad. Were you at home

on the evening of November 4? - Sorry?

Could you repeat that? I'm completely deaf.

- November 4? The day before midterms,

I studied all evening with my headphones on.

- Hello. ADAM: Hello, Cmdr Karadec, Crime Squad.

- Say that again, I can't hear anything at all!

- Right: mom, where were you on the evening of November 4? At home?

- Sorry, I moved in two weeks ago, I didn't live here then.

- So no one in the building saw anything?

Listen, send the photofit to all the patrols,

whether this guy is connected to the murder or not, we have to find him.

Very good, we'll talk again later, huh?

BOTH: AH!

- Gilles, what are you doing here? - (Sssh! She'll hear!

Afida's looking for me!)

- Have you seen Gilles?

- Please don't tell her I'm here!

- Oh Gilles, "stop," really! I've had enough!

Between Morgane and Karadec making "sex tapes," and you and Afida,

I'm not paid to manage everyone's relationship problems!

Know what? You're going to find your girlfriend and talk to her!

Act like an adult! AFIDA! - (Sssh sssh!)

- You don't know what she's capable of!

She's been to prison! - But Gilles, LAUGHS

Afida's a police officer, she can't have been in prison.

- Oh yes, right, what you say makes sense, true.

Wait, I got the impression that's where she met Morgane.

- Hold on, how can that be where she met Morgane?

Didn't HR send her?

- Uh... yes.

But... no, I must've misunderstood.

I'm going to get back, I have work- - Gilles?

- Sit down, the two of us are going to have a little chat.

- Really?

FUNERAL MARCH BY CHOPIN

. . .

TV

- That's it, I finally finished the dishes. YAWNS

I'm going to bed.

- Yeah?

- Well... good night.

- Good night.

BOTH: See you tomorrow.

- Yes, good night, huh?

- Good night, kids.

- Good night.

TV OFF

- So are you exclusive or not?

- (Théa, you're annoying. We're not discussing this!)

- Okay, you didn't ask him, right? - Well, I...

- Eliott, what's his phone code?

ELIOTT: 54-19.

- No no! Don't mess around, Thea, put that back.

Put that back!

I remind you, the last time I looked through his emails

it ended very badly, so now we respect privacy, huh?

Come on, don't mess around!

Okay, well, I don't approve.

There you go, okay, I'm not here, I don't hear anything, I'm not in the know.

THÉA: Messages from work. A small meditation app.

HELLO ADAM! A LITTLE BREAK?

- What? No no no! - Hey, there's no dating app.

- Hey, well there you go! Put it back now!

- Wait, what's this? - I don't want to know.

((I don't believe this.))

HERE ARE THE DETAILS OF YOUR RESERVATION IN LILLE FOR 8 PM

- He got an email from Airbnb. He rented an apartment

for tomorrow at 8 pm.

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

What for? - I don't know, but

he rented it two weeks ago, the time he said

he was supposedly stuck at work. And last Tuesday too.

There's a passcode for the key box.

If you want we can maybe go and search it.

- No, no, no! TEXT ALERT

Who is it? A girl? - It's Daphné.

- Huh? - She left a voicemail.

- Ah.

She's asking him to join her at the station,

to question a key witness.

She asks him not to talk to you about it.

- Well, why?

- Very well. Very well, Angélique, another department must have sent her to us.

No need to dig further, thank you.

It's a disaster.

HR never confirmed Afida's file.

This means that her entire CV is fake.

If the prefect learns that for six months I used

an ex-convict without realizing...

- Will you fire her because of me?

- Fire her?

Not at all. Follow me here, Gilles:

a dismissal involves a procedure, a procedure attracts attention.

No no, she has to leave on her own. - Mmm.

- She has to leave on her own because...

AGITATED Because what? Heh. Because...

Because she will have her heart broken.

- How are you going to break her heart?

Oh no! - Yes, Gilles.

- Oh no... - Yes.

MORGANE: Surprise, it's me! DAPHNÉ: No. No, no.

MORGANE: What 'no'? DAPHNÉ: Well— no!

MORGANE: No. DAPHNÉ: No?

- Sorry, but if you invite Karadec, I don't see why I wouldn't be here, huh?

- You're gonna bore us with your Barnum Effect! - No!

- That's it, fine!

- What's going on? We can't hear ourselves!

- Oh, well there you go! - Take a seat.

BANGING

- Oh, she must be waiting.

- What is this mess?

- Well, Mélusine.

Morgane, you can stay because someone needs to make the circle. And you shut up.

- Am I dreaming? You're organizing a séance in my Directorate?

- But Mélusine is our only reliable witness.

- Well, uh...

- I think it's high time to re-interview her,

so do you have a better lead to explore?

- Uh...

- No.

- All right, but quickly. GILLES GRUMBLES

- Hee hee!

- Ssshh! Really calm!

- Yes. - Yeah.

DAPHNÉ: I summon you to me, light soul, freed from matter,

powerful and knowing mind.

Mélusine, if you are here, give us a sign.

- No, wait wait wait, we should start with someone famous.

Well, like Lady Di.

So we can ask her who Harry's real father is.

- No, actually, we're not going to do that.

We shut up, Morgane, we put our index fingers on the mug.

- Thppt. "Boring."

- Wait, that's weird, a mug. Normally it's a glass.

GILLES GRUMBLES

DAPHNÉ: Sorry, with all due respect, we don't care, it's just a vector.

- Yes, well, we do things right, or we don't. We're in the PJ, after all.

(Let's go.) - Can we get going?

Are we ready? Focused? All right. - Mm-hmm.

DAPHNÉ: Mélusine, if you are in the room,

you can enter the circle.

MORGANE MAKES HOLLOW RINGING SOUND

GILLES: Mmm. GLASS SLIDING

- Gilles, how old are you?

- It's not me! DAPHNÉ: It's J.

- Sssh!

- She repeats J.

'JJ'? What does JJ mean?

GILLES GASPS

- 'JJ'?

Grandma S!

My grandmother called me JJ when I was little! JJ!

Grandma? Is that you? GLASS SLIDING

GLASS SLIDING

- R.

. . .

CELINE: A. . . .

CELINE: D. . . .

. . .

- I? 'Radishes'? Did grandma like radishes?

No.

'Radiator.' 'Radiator'!

Yes! Grandma was always next to the radiator, I'm sure it's her!

- We don't really want to talk to your grandmother, we're investigating here.

Grandma, are you all right? How are you?

Oh my, grandma! Are you with grandpa? GLASS SLIDING

NO GLASS SLIDING

Well, so then where is Grandpa?

- Ma'am, you'll have to clear the line because we're actually on a case.

- So, excuse me, but if we talk to Gilles's grandmother

I don't see why we can't talk to Lady Di.

- We're not talking to Gilles's grandma or Lady Di,

because we're talking to Mélusine!

We want to talk to Mélusine!

Mé-lu-si-ne!

CIRCUIT TRIPS, THEY SHRIEK

THEY SHRIEK

- Gilles, I have the feeling that we have an electrical problem, right?

That's it, clearly we're wasting our time.

I'll leave you, COUGHS I... That's it.

- Me too, I... It's...

DAPHNÉ: No, don't be afraid!

It's not the electricity! It's not!

Mélusine wants to talk to us!

MÉLUSINE: His name is Brad... It says so...

He's number 12.

- She just wants to talk to us!

- Daphné, can you check if there is a bar that is showing

the American Football championship tonight?

ONGOING BAR NOISE

- Morgane, can you please explain to me? This bar is annoying!

- Do we agree that all the attacks linked to our suspect

always take place on specific days of the week?

- I don't know, I don't know. - Well, yes!

MORGANE: Yes, Sundays, Mondays and Thursdays.

And always after 10 pm.

What do these three days have in common?

CHEERLEADER Heeeyyy... A-mer-i-can Foot-ball!

- It isn't!

- They're NFL game days! No, I'll explain!

Fridays and Saturdays are reserved for university or high school games.

There's a law about it from 1961. - Really?

- So, NFL games are played on Sundays, Mondays, Thursdays,

in the afternoon or evening.

And with the time difference—? - It's 7 pm or midnight.

Yeah, the times of the attacks!

The guy comes, he drinks— bam, he watches the game,

he relaxes, he gets a little worked up,

he leaves and attacks the girls. - Exactly! Okay, so,

Mélusine told us the attacker's name was Brad.

And she mentioned the number 12. - 12.

- Okay, except 'Brad' isn't actually the guy's name.

- No? - It's the name on his T-shirt, the 12!

Besides, it's not 'Brad,' it's 'Brado'!

'Tym Brado'!

The super-handsome "quarterback" who won four Super Bowls! Ha!

Yes!

- I don't know. - Really!

- Daphné, he was going out with a super-hot Brazilian model!

- I don't know who that is!

- Frankly, Daphné, you have to get out of your hovel.

- 'Brad,' okay! - Totally!

So, so so so,

our rapist is an A-me-ri-can football fan!

And since tonight, the Cincillali* Blue Falcons * CINCINNATI?

meet the Night Hunters of New York!

And this bar is the only bar in Lille showing the match,

my little finger tell me that—

—where is she?

DAPHNÉ: Don't move! - Ah! CHUCKLES

There he is!

CHEERLEADER WELL-DONE, DAPH-NÉ!

CHEERLEADER YOU'RE-THE-BEST!

GREG: Are you going to tell me what I'm doing here?

- Do you recognize these women?

- No. Sorry.

- Yet they accuse you of harassing them in the street.

- 'Harassing'! Right away to the big words! No no no.

No, I may have told them that I found them charming, cute. But that's all.

We can still flirt, right?

- Flirting, yes. But making insistent sexual propositions

to strangers in the street isn't flirting, Mr Vasseur.

It's called a sexual act and it's punishable by law.

- Okay, so give me a ticket.

- We're going to talk about Betty Brunet.

You really don't recognize her?

You followed her to her house on November 4.

Once there you forced her into the garbage room

and you raped her. - Pffft! I have never, in my life.

No, she's a liar. She's not even my type of girl!

No, seriously, I don't need to force myself on anyone.

Plus, I'm a feminist!

I like women and everything.

I have a mother, sisters.

- All right.

You don't harass anyone, you don't force anyone.

And you don't kill anyone either, I imagine.

ADAM: This woman is a medium. She came

to tell us she had a vision of an attack on Betty Brunet.

She was found dead the same evening.

GREG: A medium?

AMUSED - Wait, what's this all about?

It's not my fault, I don't know her. - Obviously.

What were you doing the day before yesterday between 8 pm and midnight?

- Uh... I was at home.

I was alone at home, You have the wrong culprit.

- I'll bring Betty Brunet for identification,

but since you're innocent that shouldn't be a problem.

KNOCKS

FUNERAL MARCH BY CHOPIN

. . .

- So, where are we?

- Well, I've thought about it, and I think it's better if I resign.

- No Gilles, we don't back down.

You want to leave her, we said you'd leave her, you're leaving her!

Is it clear? Do you understand? - GRUMBLES Mmm.

- You need help. Here, I'm going to do a little draft for you. Ah.

You need two or three shocking sentences.

But be careful! Not 'you deserve better,' or 'it's not you, it's me,'

No no no. You want dry. Sharp.

Definitive. - ((Yes.))

- Yes. So, for example... there:

'Afida, you're suffocating me. You're too clingy.'

- 'Clingy' is a bit strong.

I would say rather 'present'-

- 'Vulgar.' Yes, that's good...

- No...! I would say 'original,' 'a little eccentric'-

- 'Pathologically jealous,' 'unstable,' 'lazy'! ((Of course...))

- I'd say 'rather possessive,' 'impulsive,' and-

- And crazy! - (Ssshh...!)

CELINE: Yeah. 'Crazy,' (that's good!)

And then I add that she was rude, huh?

Yeah, she'll never forgive you. - ((Never.))

- Come on, let's go.

GILLES: Whew.

SHE SIGHS

You know what, Gilles? For the first time in your life

you're going to behave like a huge asshole!

- (But why?) - Well, because it's an order.

Try to do it.

. . .

- What? CELINE: Shit.

Er, it's gone to the reception printer.

- (What?)

- It's not... - ((Oh! No!))

(She took it!) WHIMPERS

DOOR OPENS

CRUMPLING

- No...

It's not at all what you think- SLAP

- I don't want to see your fucking face!

Is that clear? You understand me correctly?

- We're going to go. It'll be okay, we have solutions.

- Who got fat? It's your fucking patriarchy!

- Gilles, what got into you?

- What's wrong with you?

DOOR SLAMS

DECOMPRESSING SIGH

Pfft! (Hmm.) LAUGHS

- (Well-)

- Thank you for agreeing to come. I told you on the phone

that we arrested a man who could be your attacker,

and we need your help with identification.

Do you recognize these individuals?

BETTY: No, I don't recall him.

No.

They have light eyes. I remember he had black eyes.

- Please take your time.

You suffered a trauma,

it's common in these cases to be mistaken about a detail.

- No, it's not him.

I don't know anything about it, I'm sorry.

QUIETLY It's him.

- Number 4? Are you sure?

- Does he have light eyes? I thought they were black.

I need to get out of here.

- Yes, of course, my colleague will see you out.

ADAM: Thank you, that helped a lot.

- Are we sending him to jail?

- We have enough on the rape to refer him. But for the murder,

we still have nothing tying him to Mélusine.

I'll try to put pressure on him before I leave,

hopefully he'll see things more clearly. TEXT ALERT

By the way, Morgane,

I'll be home a little later.

Um, my brother Sofiane asked me for help installing his new TV.

- Okay.

At his place?

- Yes, at his place.

We'll eat together,

don't wait for me for dinner, all right?

- Okay.

No. No, no, I changed my mind, we can't break in

like that, all right? It doesn't make any sense.

One, it's illegal. I risk losing my job, okay?

And then what? It's ridiculous!

I'm going to be banned from banking, my children are going to be taken away—

—you want to end up in DASS?* * SOCIAL SERVICES

Okay, let's go.

DOOR CLOSES

- There's a double bed, not a good sign.

- No, I know, this must be his brother's apartment,

because Karadec told me he was going to help him move in.

- So where are the wheelchair accommodations?

DOOR BEING UNLOCKED

- It's him, mom! It's him!

- Come on!

SIGHS

- ((What the hell is he doing?))

- ((Is he waiting for someone?))

TV POWERS UP

SPEAKING FARSI

. . .

- Lucky tea makes you pee, huh?

I thought we'd never get out of there.

Well, at least you were right. He doesn't have another girlfriend.

No, if you want, I can look after Leo tonight

if you don't want to come home right away.

- Yes, thanks, I'll walk a little.

BOTH: See you later!

MOBILE RINGS

SIGHS

SIGHS

What? SERGE: Oh, Morgane,

uh, tell me, 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.

- All right.

Well, I understand. Okay.

Well, I'll, I'll leave you alone then, huh?

SETS PHONE DOWN

SIGHS

SCOFFS

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

- What the hell are we doing here Morgane?

- Do you remember the license number Mélusine gave us?

- Well, not by heart, but- - 'ES-609-OZ.'

- ES-609-OZ.

- And the number of Greg the rapist's scooter?

'BS-689-QZ.' DAPHNÉ: Okay.

- Did it seem weird to you? - Well, it sort of looks like that, but-

- Absolutely! Absolutely, it's similar, like when you're cross-eyed!

Like Mélusine. Do you know she had astigmatism?

All right, it's a very weird mistake when

you're supposed to get your info from the afterlife—agree?

Ever see an astigmatic spirit?

So, the rape wasn't seen by the spirits,

it was seen by Mélusine herself!

DISTURBANCE BETTY: STOP!

FRENCH INDISTINCT insulté s'il vous plaît !

Let me go!

Help me, please! Help me, please!

Help!

Let me go, help! Stop! I beg you.

NO! Help! Please!

Help!

- She saw Betty being raped and said nothing?

- Seriously.

She saw everything and didn't move her ass.

Well, wait, she regretted it later.

Yes, it affected her, she felt guilty like a big cow.

'Did the victim get away?' 'Did they ultimately catch the guy?' Huh?

She couldn't sleep at night, so she ended up doing

what she should've done from the start, which was go to the cops.

But telling the truth was getting complicated,

because she thought she could be accused of

failure to assist a person in danger.

Hence, the idea of 'the ​​vision.'

- The spirits showed me.

- Well yes, since she was clairvoyant.

- The spirits gave me a sequence of numbers and letters.

- But the problem was that she told us and we didn't believe her.

So she had to move to plan B.

Oh, shit!

Shit, I should've started there. Well yeah:

She's not a real psychic.

Wait, wait, don't move, you're going to laugh, you'll see.

Pay attention: Ahem, ahem!

♪ Auntie Yoyo ♪ TATA YOYO BY ANNIE CORDY

♪ What's under your big hat? ♪ TATA YOYO BY ANNIE CORDY

Because— so, I told you, Mélu' went to see the cops, and that

there were two or three people who weren't very happy about it.

♪ Auntie Yoyo ♪

♪ In my head there are lots of birds ♪

I'm obviously talking about witnesses, huh?

♪ Tata Yoyo ♪

♪ I was told there is even a bell- ♪

- Is that noise almost over?

- Mrs Duchemin, you're not so hard of hearing after all!

- Could you repeat that? I'm completely deaf.

- We didn't notice or suspect it, huh?

You're the one who wrote the little note there, complaining

about your neighbors flushing the toilet past midnight.

PLEASE RESPECT THE NEIGHBORHOOD, DON'T FLUSH AT NIGHT

You see everything, huh?

♪ But I like it ♪

♪ When it ding ding dings Like a samba ♪

- What's going on here? I work, huh!

♪ Ah-! ♪

Well, you too! You can hear fine despite your headphones, huh?

- Wait, so there were three witnesses, and no one said anything?

DAPHNÉ: But that's crazy! BETTY SCREAMING

- STOP, please!

NO! NO!

NO!

- Yes, it's crazy.

It has a name, right? 'The Bystander Effect.'

Borough of Queens, New York.

On the night of March 13, 1964,

a young woman, Kitty Genovese,

is brutally stabbed in the street.

Her calls for help

were heard by more than 38 residents of neighboring buildings.

But nobody,

I mean, nobody,

intervened.

You don't believe it either.

However, two psychologists have looked into this case,

and discovered

that in emergency situations,

our behavior to help is inhibited

by the presence of other people.

Everyone thinks, 'I don't give a damn, the others will take care of it.'

As a result, nobody moves.

The same thing happened to Betty.

Because they, there, who've been there all this time,

unlike Mélu,

they had no problem sleeping, huh?

They didn't go to the cops to tell about their cowardice.

- So did they kill Mélusine to prevent her from talking?

- No, it's not them.

No, that is the fourth witness.

- Morgane, you said there were only three witnesses.

- ♪ But I like it ♪

♪ When it ding ding dings Like a samba ♪

Hey, what is this? Auntie Yoyo, can we sleep?

- But who is he? MORGANE: No, so—

—it's not him, because he just moved in.

- Sorry, I moved in two weeks ago...

- But my fourth witness is the girl who lived in that apartment before him.

The girl with whom Mélusine had an appointment that evening

for a home consultation.

The girl who just moved out.

- ...and here I just moved.

- The girl who drove a white minivan.

- She drives a white minivan like the one our witness saw.

- And above all, the girl who harassed her with texts...

- 18 missed calls from an 'Anna Matisse'-

- 'The evening of her death.'

- I'm an insomniac.

And when that happened, I was on my second sleeping pill.

So I thought,

'If I get up, you're dead, I'll never be able to get back to sleep.'

I was sure someone would help her.

- All the calls to Mélusine on the day she died

weren't to talk to her about the co-worker's birthday,

but to ask her to shut up?

That's why you wanted to kill her.

- No, not at all! ADAM: Stop lying.

Your vehicle was been seen at the crime scene that night.

- Mélusine arranged to meet me there.

She wanted me to join her in the complaint.

When I arrived, she was already dead.

I saw a man running away.

- So you remember seeing the murderer now that you're accused. Convenient.

- No, I'm telling the truth. He had brown hair, he had black eyes,

a mustache, and a piercing. Here.

- Did you say black eyes? - Yes? Why?

KNOCK, DOOR OPENS

- (I spoke to the two neighbors.)

(They say that Mélusine made appointments with them for next week.)

(They saw a man running away matching the rapist's description.)

- (Okay, thanks Daphné.)

DOOR OPENS, CLOSES

BREATHES AUDIBLY

- I don't know what came over me this morning,

but I really want to cook.

I did a lot of shopping.

And... I think that it's thanks to you.

So, thank you very much.

- Gregory Vasseur confessed to raping you, he's in custody.

He'll go to the prosecutor.

- All right. SMALL LAUGH

- He's also accused of the murder of Mélusine Lelièvre,

the clairvoyant you were told about.

ADAM: Three witnesses claim to have seen him at the crime scene.

- All right.

And so?

- The description they gave matches perfectly,

except for one detail.

They made a mistake about his eye color,

like you did when identifying him.

ADAM: Betty? - Mm-hmm?

- Did Mélusine come to see you the evening she died?

- No.

Why would she have?

ADAM: To apologize.

Because she saw everything, Gregory's attack on you that evening.

She could have ended your nightmare,

but she did nothing.

I think you know, because she came to tell you that evening.

Mélusine's injuries appear consistent with a fall from the second floor.

And I think it was you who pushed her.

ADAM: Your neighbors moved the body to cover for you,

I guess it was their way of redeeming themselves.

I know the system is not fair to rape victims, and that...

Grégory Vasseur risks receiving a trivial sentence for what he did to you.

But believe me Betty, you can't build your life on a lie,

It will eat you up.

ADAM: Do you have something to tell me?

- No, I don't know what you're talking about. Sorry.

- Listen Adam, I'm happy to pass on your reservations to the judge.

But hey, between the three consistent testimonies

and the total absence of material evidence incriminating Betty,

I'd be surprised if they go down that path.

- OK, I understand. MOBILE RINGS

CELINE: Sorry, it's HR, I have to take it.

Yes? Angelique. - Good evening Commissioner.

- Thank you for calling me. So, if it concerns

the person at reception, well, it's sorted.

Guess what, it was a misunderstanding.

- No, sorry, I'm calling about the declaration of an extra-professional relationship

between Cmdr Karadec and Ms Alvaro that you sent me.

- Uh, yes. Tell me?

- In fact, we have a problem with Ms Alvaro's contract.

Could we meet to talk about it as soon as possible?

- Of course.

COUGHS

OVEN BEEPS, HUMS

- You're leaving then.

- Yes.

The Commissioner offered me a mutual termination agreement,

with a large compensation paid in "cash."

(There you go.)

- "Cool."

I'm sorry for the letter.

Really, I panicked, because you're someone at 200%,

and I'm more like 70, 75.

And I...

I didn't really mean what I wrote, I was...

I really care about you. I sincerely care about you.

- Okay, "cool."

Well, I'm going to go because I'm going to miss my bus, but...

we remain friends?

- Yes, absolutely.

- Gilles?

I have a little surprise for you in the parking lot.

Ciao-ciao. - "Cool," ciao.

SIREN IN DISTANCE

HORROR MOVIE STING

SIREN

SMALL DICK

COP: Is he gonna stop his siren?

- Daphné, is it not going well?

- It's my whole values system that's changed here.

- No, but wait, it's not because the woman was fake? They're all like that.

I mean, psychics are like cops.

There are plenty of rotten ones, but there must be some good ones, huh?

And excuse me, but you had your séance,

you had a power cut in the middle, so that must have played a role.

Of course, right? Right. - That's true.

MOBILE RINGS

- Oh jeez. It's not a ghost anymore, it's a leech, I swear.

. . .

SIGHS Now what?

Yes, I'm his daughter.

Why are you calling me from his phone?

Oh, all right. How long ago?

Okay.

Well, thank you for calling me.

Goodbye.

DAPHNÉ: Everything all right? - Yes, it was the

Lomme Hospital which, apparently,

had been monitoring my father for a month for lung cancer.

DAPHNÉ: Lung cancer? But is he okay?

- Well no... he's dead.

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