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PÉNOT: Would you like to add anything, Mr Geffress?

- Uh, I just want to reiterate my motivation to join the police force.

- Very good.

Listen, you'll receive our response within two weeks by email.

- Very good. Thank you very much, good day.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

- All right, ladies and gentlemen: only one more.

Next candidate!

Next candidate: Ms Alvaro!

CÉLINE: (What is she doing?) RAPID FOOTSTEPS

MORGANE: Uh, mom, cover your eyes.

It clearly says 'pull-up' on it, it's not complicated!

I have to let you go, mom.

Excuse me, I was obliged to entrust my son to my mother,

It's a situation I try to avoid as much as possible,

but this time I had a childcare issue- - No problem. Let's go.

Please have a seat. - Yes, let's go. Oh!

A little privacy.

DOOR CLOSES

There we go!

- Will you start by briefly introducing yourself to the panel, please?

- Yes, absolutely, uh...

Morgane Alvaro, 44, single. Mother of thr-

four children, by three different fathers,

and, always, three consumer loans,

- (Not the smear test...)

- ...and 1,824 days since I joined the police force as a consultant.

SIGH OF RELIEF PÉNOT: Well, uh,

can you tell us about the reasons that brought you here today?

- Yes, uh, well...

it's very simple, it's just that...

it just so happens that I completely agree

with the values ​​of the Police Nationale.

So, these values include 'integrity,'

uh, 'order,' I like order, I like when things are neat and tidy.

And then, the desire to serve my country—that's why, huh?

It sounds nice, doesn't it, this idea of ​​an individualistic society?

But if everyone just does whatever they want, what happens?

Well, it just leads to chaos, that's all—chaos

and nothing but chaos. No,

at some point, there needs to be laws, okay?

We need people to enforce these rules

and I'm going to be part of it, that's it. MOBILE RINGS

MOBILE RINGS

Oh fuck. Shit, sorry, excuse me.

What, still?

EXASPERATED Obviously there's no Velcro, Mom,

these are pull-up diapers, they're fitted!

There! Yes! I have to go. Whew!

Complicated. So— whoops, where was I?

FERSEN: Your love for respecting the rules.

- Yes! I love it! I love rules, I love- - Very good! Questions, hmm?

Lt Rochas? - Uh... no.

- Hmm. Ricovski? - Uh, yes, perhaps just one last thing.

Cmsr Hazan's recommendation mentions that you are HPI,

and that this characteristic is an advantage for the police,

but that it also requires a certain framework. Can you tell us more?

- Well...

well let's say under my hood here is a Formula 1 engine,

but it was delivered to me

with no brakes, and...

and a faulty steering wheel.

So, without power steering it's a guaranteed crash.

And that's, I think that's what Céline does—

—or rather, I mean— the commissioner...

And then there's the entire team, all right, okay?

They actually help me with...

holding the steering wheel.

And, uh, in exchange, I,

I just help them sort out some things related to cases, it's...

it's a "win-win"!

FERSEN: Well, uh..

We've covered all aspects? PÉNOT: Yes.

- Already? FERSEN: Yes, thanks so much,

but I think that unfortunately- - Do you have an example

to illustrate your point?

- Uh... oh, plenty,

- (Yes!)

- And now I can't think of it, but- yes! Well yes, yes, yes!

For example, I discovered

where a dead man spent his afternoon.

- Dead man, what dead man?

- You haven't heard about the physicist who was found murdered?

Do you have two minutes?

- Be my guest.

- Okay, well, it all started in a parking lot in Roubaix.

Well, here's the thing, I ended up arriving late,

but that wasn't my fault, the road was closed...

- Yes, yes yes, I know, I'm late!

But the highway was closed, what am I supposed to say?

ADAM: One hour and 45 minutes late. A new record, Morgane.

- Karadec? What are you doing here? I thought you were in jail.

- Provisional release pending my trial.

Just got out this morning.

I wasn’t going to leave you like that.

GILLES: So our victim's name is Manon Boutière,

PhD candidate in astrophysics at the Lille Institute of Scientific Research.

Her boyfriend reported her missing last night

when she didn't come home from work.

According to Dr Benzaoui, she died between 5 and 8 pm last night.

They strangled her with a piece of wire or a shoelace.

MORGANE: Well, well, well.

A sticky stick.

A square stick...

AGHAST - Morgane!

- Sugar on one end. And not the other...

Sugar.

No sugar.

This end is sweet, but this end?

MORGANE: Not sweet. - Well, let's get to the point, please?

Were there any witnesses at your crime scene?

- Apart from the passerby who discovered the body, no.

- CCTV, then?

- That neither. However, there were plenty of them at the fairground!

- Fairground? What fairground?

- Well, you'd already know that if you let me finish my story!

Well, here we go, let me rewind...

FAST-REVERSE AUDIO

- Well, well, well.

A sticky stick.

A square stick...

- Morgane!

- Sugar on one end. And not the other...

- Remind you of anything? ADAM: No.

- Mm-mmm.

HAPPY CROWD NOISE

FORBIDDEN TO GET ON OR OFF VEHICLE WHILE IN MOTION

HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

- So, as I was saying,

we went to the fairground,

the same place where the girl had spent her afternoon.

HAPPY CROWD NOISE, CALLIOPE MUSIC, PA ANNOUNCER

. . .

- There. It's our victim.

- Does she seem nervous to you?

She keeps looking behind her, like she's being followed.

Do you have any videos on that side? - Yes.

GILLES: That woman's following her! ADAM: Mm-hmm.

- Shit, she's disappeared.

ADAM: There, the mirror on the left. Can you zoom in?

She went the opposite way and managed to lose her pursuer.

Are there cameras there? - No, sorry.

- Tell me... - Hello.

- This girl bought some cotton candy from you yesterday.

What can you tell me about her?

- Is this a joke?

No but, thing is, I have hundreds of people coming and going all day.

Besides, it was my colleague, so I won't be able to help you with that.

MORGANE: And him with the soccer balls, is he often here?

- Who, Zizou?

From opening to closing.

But I don't know if he'll be able to help you, to be honest.

- Okay, thanks. - No, but...

MORGANE: Hey! World champion!

'98!

Oh, come on, don't look at me like that.

I have the feeling you're gonna headbutt me.

Headbutt? Zidane? '98? World Cup, right?

You weren't sleeping?

Not exactly the brightest bulb in the box.

All right, have you seen this girl before? Look.

Here. Here!

ZIZOU: No, never seen her!

- Are you kidding me?

You have a pen that belongs to her.

- ...Manon Boutière, PhD candidate in astrophysics

at the Lille Institute of Scientific Research.

- 'Lille Institute of Scientific Research'! It's hers- GASPS

You whacked her for a pen, is that it?

- She's dead?

- Oh, I thought you didn't know her!

- Who?

- Uh- her! Come on!

- Yes, she's my friend.

She came often.

She gave me pieces of chocolate, a small gesture, that's all.

- Okay, so like yesterday?

- No, not yesterday.

MORGANE: She didn't come yesterday? - Yes! Why?

- But you just said-! Oh, man!

- Yesterday she just came up to me quickly and-

tossed me this thing and then went off

to get some cotton candy, without even saying hello!

- Okay, listen, in any case, it's confiscated, all right?

Ah! But-

- It's €25!

- '€25,' you messing with me?

- €30!

MORGANE: For a promotional pen? - €1,000!

- Yeah, is that right? CROSSTALK

- A cruise ship while we're at it?

- Sorry, but we're getting off track here, get back to the point please!

You said earlier that the victim had a boyfriend.

I imagine you ended up questioning him.

- My colleague did, yes.

Only he didn't know what was on the key.

- 'The key'? What key?

- Oh! But-! THEY GROWL

The USB key that was in the cap!

Okay, can I tell my story the way I want to now?

All right, so I'll continue:

We’ve come back from the fair,

the boyfriend is being questioned next door, and we

are analyzing the USB key.

- Pffff.

DISTRAUGHT NATHAN: Manon was a real brain.

She'd been working for two years "non-stop"

on her astrophysics thesis. The topic was...

Fullerene C60,* * A SPHERICAL CARBON MOLECULE

its ability to absorb cosmic radiation in space engineering.

But anyway, I didn't really ask about it because...

I never really understood what her thing was about.

- That's way too technical. Can you translate? Because I'm completely lost.

- Gilles, do you really think that if I understood that

I'd be working for the Lille police instead of NASA? Seriously?

- But documentaries are your crossword puzzles, you know everything.

SPEECHLESS

- You're funny, Toto!

Uh, no, there are still some gaps.

Oh, well clearly, we have a real mess here.

- Yes...

- Okay, let's go to the next photo.

What are you doing with... - "Stop -op op op op..."

my rearview mirror fell off.

Apparently this is very common with this model of car.

It's not a problem, I'll keep it.

So, it's here, and I ordered another one, a better one.

SKEPTICALLY MORGANE: Okay. Mm-hmm.

Oh! Okay!

Ah, I... HE LAUGHS

'It doesn't work,' huh? - (Ssshhhhhhhhh!)

DAPHNÉ: (What's the problem? I don't understand.)

- (No, nothing. I've had a stiff neck,

my neck has been hurting for several months, so...)

- Ms Alvaro, let's get back to the point, please!

- Could you summarize?

Was the woman who was following your victim identified by her boyfriend?

- No, sorry, did you say Manon was at the fairground yesterday?

- Yes. - But Manon's only been to the fair once,

two months ago, hanging out there on my birthday.

She hated it.

I don't really see why she would go back there.

- She got rid of the USB key when she realized she was being followed.

And here are its contents— does it ring any bells for you?

- No, sorry, I'm a musician,

it's not something that appeals to me. But

I imagine it's something to do with her research.

- Do you know if Manon was in conflict with anyone, with

one of her colleagues in the laboratory?

- No.

During her time there Manon got along well with everyone.

Except for Letellier, but that's not it.

- 'Letellier'?

- Professor Letellier, her thesis advisor.

- All right. And?

- The guy's a "real star" in the world of astrophysics.

When he agreed to take Manon on as a doctoral student

she was so happy, like she won the EuroMillions lottery,

but things quickly turned sour between them.

It was obvious she didn't want him to advise her anymore.

- Do you have any idea what might explain this change?

- Yeah. But she didn't tell me about it directly, someone else did.

The other night, we were sleeping,

and I heard her mumble something in her sleep.

She kept saying—

—'It's you, you're the one, you're a rapist, Letellier, a rapist!'

I confronted her about it, but

but she told me not to worry.

But it's stayed on my mind.

The rape, it's stayed with me.

- So, my colleague and I decided, of course, to go and question

the rapist specializing in fullerenes...

By the way, did I tell you that he was the one

who found a way to use them in the aerospace industry 15 years ago?

- No. - Well, that's no small achievement,

he almost won the Nobel Prize!

FERSEN: The facts, Ms Alvaro, the facts!

- Okay, I'll speed up!

FAST-FORWARD AUDIO

ADAM: Hello. Prof Letellier? - Yes?

- Can we speak to you for a moment in private?

- Yes.

- Sorry, I'm still in a bt of shock.

SIGHS Who could do such a thing?

- We're investigating to find out.

How would you describe your relationship with Manon?

- As expected, just like with all my PhD students.

- Are you sure? Because I heard from a witness

that things were tense between you two.

LAUGHS - No, am I dreaming? What a generation.

Yes, I had some criticisms about Manon's work

in recent months, expressed in a somewhat direct manner.

But nowadays, requiring a young physicist to prove their hypotheses

through experimentation has clearly been deemed psychological harassment.

- So, wait a minute, if I understand correctly,

you're talking about psychological harassment, right?

Would you say this is a case of generational misunderstanding

between geezers and Gen Z?

And regarding sexual harassment, I also imagine that she must have been

too sensitive about someone touching her butt with their hands? Right, is that it?

- Sorry? - Well I dunno, I-

- My colleague means

that Manon's boyfriend seemed to believe that...

your 'conflict' extends beyond the professional context.

- Wha-? MORGANE: Mmm. He told us she

was talking about you in her sleep. She called you a rapist.

- (Rapist?) But that's absolutely ridiculous!

Now, apparently, I'm a toxic thesis advisor,

and a rapist, simply because I expect my students

to maintain a minimum level of scientific rigor?

No. The disagreements with Manon were purely methodological in nature.

She had based her thesis on

on a series of completely flawed assumptions,

and instead of incorporating my feedback

she decided that I was the problem!

Yes, yes, yes, indeed, that's when I lost it

a little bit and I lost my temper. There!

But I have never laid a hand on her! Never!

And I didn't murder her either—

—because I imagine that's going to be your next accusation.

Other questions? Hmm?

- Yes. Just one.

We found photos on a USB key belonging to the victim.

Have any idea who she could be?

- But how did she get hold of that?

ADAM: You know what that is?

- Yes, these are the plans for military satellites from my research, but

I don't understand this, they're 15 years old,

they're supposed to be classified as defense secrets.

- KARADEC! I FOUND OUR WOMAN!

YELPS Karadec! Agh!

YELLS IN PAIN

- Police! Let her go!

- Stay calm! I'm one of you.

- Slowly!

- Catherine Stern, DGSI.* * INTERNAL SECURITY

I think we need to talk about Manon Boutière.

Thank you for agreeing to follow us. - No problem, we're better off here.

- What do you think you're doing? - I'm filming our interview.

Go ahead. What can you tell me about the death of Manon Boutière?

- There's a misunderstanding.

It's me asking the questions.

- Very well.

I suggest we start with some give and take. You can have the ball first.

- Very well.

In this video, you can be seen following Manon Boutière on the day she died.

Can you tell me what you wanted with her?

- Defense secret. Sorry.

STERN: My turn.

You showed classified documents as evidence earlier.

Who else saw them?

- We don't quite understand each other, Ms Stern.

You certainly work for intelligence services,

but I'm investigating the death of this young woman.

There's a series of videos in which you can be seen following her.

So, DGSI or not, either you collaborate,

or I think about putting you in custody.

- No mics?

May I? - Go ahead.

- I wasn't following your victim, I was surveilling.

My department now suspects Manon Boutière of being an undercover agent.

- 'Undercover agent'? Are you saying she was a spy?

- Well, hold onto your underwear!

because here it gets complicated, okay?

- The case dates back to 2009.

At that time, the Ministry of Defense had the brilliant idea of

a partnership with the Institute where our doctoral student was working.

Within the framework of this collaboration,

three physicists selected at random

obtained access to secret defense satellite plans.

Eight months later, Amir Tehrani, Iranian, PhD student in humanities,

who worked in another department of the Institute,

was found murdered in a parking lot,

with copies of the relevant plans on him.

- A PhD in humanities and nothing else? How did he gain access to the plans?

- That's the question we asked ourselves. My investigation

revealed that our Iranian has connections

to one of the physicists on the program, Dr Montcreuset.

We deduced they were part of the same network

and Montcreuset had given him the plans.

But by the time I was allowed to speak to the physicist

he had vanished.

- And where is Manon in all this?

- Following the 2009 disaster,

I have maintained discreet surveillance of the Institute.

Nothing suspicious happened for 15 years. And then,

last week your doctoral student triggered an alert in the middle of the night,

illegally accessing the computer of her thesis advisor,

Prof Letellier. - Mm-hmm?

She copied a set of files onto a USB key, including the famous satellite plans.

I deduced that the lab had been infiltrated again.

- She was being shadowed, and a few days later she was murdered.

Do you have any idea what might have happened?

- I don't. She managed to lose me in the crowd at the fairground.

- I think you can see that in your latest video.

- Indeed.

We'll need the complete file on this case. - No problem.

You share your information and

and I'll have ours sent to you.

THUD CELINE: Everything's censored!

I warn you, we're not giving them anything anymore,

understand? Nothing at all, no more of anything!

- We already sent them everything, so...

FRUSTRATED - Arrgh!

- Fine! Uh, if I understood correctly,

we have two doctoral students at the same Institute,

who were killed with these plans, but 15 years apart:

This Amir Tehrani, a humanities student

who may have been working for the Iranian intelligence services;

and our victim. We can assume that they were targeted

by the same person. So?

Who'd have an interest in doing that?

- Oh, well I know! Well—

—it's...

MELODRAMATICALLY a double agent!

SIGHS - So, a double agent

who's working for whom, Morgane?

- Oh yes! No, I don't know that!

There's no James Bond, there's no double agent, so...

- Morgane, thank you for this wonderful contribution.

And him, who's that guy over there?

- That's Dr Paul Montcreuset,

an astrophysicist at the Institute who also works on-?

Fullerenes!

He had access to the plans, and

disappeared without a trace three weeks after the theft.

So we believe he was the one who passed them to the Iranian student.

- So he was a spy too?

LAUGHING - Ah ha ha!

He wasn't just a simple spy. He was...

He was...

MELODRAMATICALLY A mole!

- A mole and a double agent are basically the same thing, Morgane.

LAUGHS PATRONIZINGLY

Oh Daphné, how naive you are!

He wasn't just an ordinary mole. He was-

- Morgane, if you say 'triple agent' you're fired!

- A QUADRUPLE AGENT! You're right, we always need to consider that!

- You're wearing me out, Morgane!

And you: stop encouraging her!

SHIT!

- But I- I- okay- I didn't say anything!

Seriously? DOOR SLAMS

Why does she react like that?

For once we actually have a spy involved in a case!

- You saw the newspaper? - What?

- The commander's trial date for has been set,

and the prosecution is requesting a prison sentence

ELIOTT: Okay, I'll pass you the ball!

THÉA: Well, I’ve read everything for your oral exam.

And their top piece of advice is: 'Be yourself.'

But I don't think that's a very good idea in your case.

- Well thanks.

- You know what I mean, right?

- No, no.

- Okay, anyway, I found this sunscreen in Serge's things.

It's #50. But it's clearly from the '70s, right?

On that note, have you bought tickets for Santo Domingo?

- Stop bothering me "non stop" about Santo Domingo!

I want to remind you that I'm the only one who wasn't invited!

Very classy by the way, ELIOTT SHOUTS ENCOURAGEMENT

separating a mother from her children— hat's off to him.

- But Mom, you're technically still his ex-girlfriend, right?

- She's cool with it, I've already been invited.

- Hey, you know what? She's so cool with it,

she's gonna pay for your swimsuit and flip-flops.

Here, I thought of your sunscreen. - Thanks, mom.

- Ask her to reimburse me, because this trip is starting to cost me a lot.

- Oh- Look out mom! YELPS

ELIOTT: You okay?

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN...

- Pardon, Ms Alvaro, but we have a little trouble understanding

the connection between this spy business and your kids playing football.

- Ah! There, a good question!

The connection? The ball, obviously!

- Well mom, what're we doing here?

- They aren't balls, they're molecules. - Molecules?

- Yeah. Super-strong molecules made up of 60 carbon atoms.

In other words, the exact thing that 'Just the facts' cretin

won't let me say: Fullerenes.

- Who's 'Just the facts'?...

- Yes, who is it?

- It's me!

♪ FANFARE FOR THE COMMON MAN ♪ BY COPLAND

It's actually my nickname.

. . .

It's because my name is Vandraud,

And so Vandraud, Van-draud,

from that you get 'venons,'

and then 'venons-en aux faits'.* * GET TO THE FACTS

It stuck ever since.

. . .

- Very well, let’s continue. Go ahead.

- Yes, I'll continue. So:

Ball games have existed since ancient times,

but the balls themselves have evolved enormously over time because,

for example, in the Middle Ages, our ancestors made them with a pig's bladder.

Here! I have one, a pig's bladder!

The problem is, they were very fragile.

So not great for a sport that involves non-stop kicking, you see?

Then in the 19th century we had the idea of

​​covering the bladder with leather strips to make it more resistant.

Hey! This is it, see?

The bladder and the leather bands here.

So it’s true, it makes it more resistant, but the other

problem is that it's no longer spherical at all.

LAUGHING So it’s a hassle to shoot the penalties!

Well, so engineers from all over the world worked on the subject,

and in the 1960s

they concluded that the ideal shape for a soccer ball was...

Hey!

So, this thing is composed of 12 pentagons and 20 hexagons.

Super-resistant and almost perfectly spherical.

And so it's this design that became the reference ball

when it was redesigned by Adidas with the famous black and white motif.

for the 1970 World Cup. Watch out! Wooo!

FOOTBALL CHEERING

. . .

- YEAH! YEAH! WOOO! WOOOO!

All right then.

We can say that the guys felt like they'd invented something crazy.

Except that the most gifted engineer is still nature. Yeah!

And so at the end of the twentieth century, surprise,

physicists discovered that soccer balls

had already existed for millions of years in interstellar space,

but in a miniature version, in the form of carbon molecules.

They're called? They're called?

They're called...?

Footballenes. Or— watching?—

Fullerenes! Crazy, right?

Einstein said 'god doesn't play dice,' but maybe he plays football! Who knows?

- Fascinating indeed, but I'm afraid we're all losing the thread a little.

Let's get to the point, p- please.

- Uh, you still haven’t understood?

Zizou? The homeless so-called football fan

who's never heard of the 2006 headbutt?

He wasn't drawing balls and it wasn't the cotton candy

that drew Manon to the fair. Well, no!

It was to meet the specialist in fullerenes,

a physicist who disappeared 15 years ago

amidst an espionage scandal!

So— children, this is Dr Montcreuset.

Dr Montcreuset, my children.

Well, say hello!

- Hello, doctor. - Hello.

- Hello kids!

DUQUENON: Zizou? So he was the spy? - And the killer?

- And so you take your children to arrest a suspect.

- Not at all! Of course not! Uh...

Morgane has this very, very maternal personality,

she took the whole team under her wing immediately upon arriving,

so when she refers to her 'children' she's obviously talking about her colleagues!

CROSSTALK

- Exactly! DAPHNÉ: Especially Gilles,

because he's very, very immature. - Yes! Yes yes, well, yes, a child,

to me more of a -

- Well, can we start again?

No objection, Capt Fersen? - No, no.

- Good, well I'll start over.

Here, 007, my treat.

HE GRUNTS

MORGANE: Hey.

-You wouldn’t have a dry white instead?

- You think you're at Fouquet's or something?

- Hey hey...! TRAILS OFF, GURGLING

- I swear... .

Hey, well done on your cover, in any case, eh,

with the beard there?

You don't get recognized much.

All right, hey, which side are you on? Who do you ride for?

KGB? CIA? Mossad?

- I belong to no one.

I am an orphan planet drifting through space-time.

- An independent spy. Yes, interesting.

I imagine you're gonna tell me you had nothing to do with Manon's death.

It's a bit of a coincidence that we found the satellite plans on her

that everyone accuses you of stealing 15 years ago.

- It's not coincidence, just a series of quantum entanglements.

- Why're you giving me a hard time,

I wanted to play the cool girl who questions you at my house.

MORGANE: I'm ordering a pizza... - Wait, 'cool girl,' 'at my house'?

Don't tell me the interrogation was at your home?

- Is that how you understood it? When Morgane says 'at my house,'

she obviously means the Directorate.

That's it, the Police Nationale is a big house, obviously!

- Obviously! Yes, yes!

- Yes, obviously.

Could you stop constantly interrupting her?

Because it makes the conversation very awkward.

MORGANE: So I'll continue...

You gonna answer me? What was your relationship with Manon?

- She recognized me from the crafts I do at the fair.

'Dr Montcreuset,' she said— I didn't realize she was talking to me,

I hadn’t heard that name for years—

—she offered to pay me in chocolate if I helped her.

So, I made an effort to remember.

- 'If you helped her'? With what?

IRRITATED - With her equations, obviously!

Her ignorant thesis advisor had completely confused her.

Using a constant value of 10 for the number of particles at relativistic speed!

Letellier's the one who spit that out!

Superficial and pretentious!

- Question: You're telling me the woman made mistakes

in her highly specialized astrophysics thesis because

her advisor misled her? The guy was practically a Nobel winner!

And that you helped her in exchange for some chocolate, is that right?

- And meal vouchers! I am aware of my own value.

HE LAUGHS SLYLY

Hey, please give her back her thesis, I've already corrected it.

- Uh, she's dead. She was killed yesterday, don't you remember?

- Oh yes, that's right.

- Oh yeah, you really aren't a spy, are you?

- No, sorry.

- There's still one thing I don't understand.

If it's not you who stole the satellite blueprints 15 years ago,

how come you disappeared so suddenly right after the theft?

- I missed Amir so much.

- 'Amir'?

Amir Tehrani, the Iranian guy

found dead, who had the blueprints on him?

- (Yes.)

- No!

Were you two lovers?

- We met in the Institute's cafeteria at lunch,

while working on a problem of stabilization of air-filled structures.

He asked me if he could sit at my table,

FAKE STERNLY I said, 'I'm working, young man!'

And then I saw his eyes, and...

- Love at first sight?

- My universe lit up in a millisecond. It was like...

like a supernova!

- Wow! - Yeah!

He had just arrived from Iran

to write a thesis on ancient Mesopotamia.

And soon him and me started seeing each other in secret.

We would spend whole days in bed.

We talked a lot, too.

About his research, about mine.

I should've known it was too good to be true.

- What happened when he died?

- Amir came back to my place one night.

At the beginning of the evening, the lab called.

That idiot Letellier had disrupted our spectrograph again.

When I think that he was ignorantly considered for the Nobel Prize...!

BEER CAP POPS

- Yes, I understand, you didn't like your big rival.

Can we close the file on who has the biggest telescope

and come back to what happened?

- Amir fell asleep.

So I left on my own so as not to wake him.

When I came back,

he'd disappeared. Along with my documents.

- Including the famous secret satellite plans.

- He left this on the table.

That's his handwriting.

- 'My love.'

'Your kindness warmed my bowels,

and it has continued to do so for months.'

'Being separated from you feels like a knife piercing my heart,

but I must do my duty. Goodbye.'

He must've been really well built, because he's not a handsome guy.

And then?

- And then, the DGSI announced his death to us.

They started questioning everyone.

And I...

I started drinking.

To find Amir.

That night I forgot my address, so I slept on a bench.

The next day when I came home they were there searching my apartment.

So I went back to my bench.

TIRES SQUEAL

- Isn't it nice of you to mess up people's driveways like that!

Who are you to show up at people's houses in the middle of the night?

- DGSI, let's stay calm!

- What are you talking about, I thought you were at the station!

OTHERS SHUSH MORGANE: I made that mistake again.

No no no, that's not what I said. What I said was, it was:

'Hey, oh, don't mess with my DIPJ, huh! Whoa!'

That's what I told them.

No, it's not okay to mess with my DIPJ like this!

- Let me go!

You can't take him away!

- Dr Montcreuset, nice to see you again.

- Don't try to be all friendly with me!

- Where are you taking him? - Defense secret.

- Stop with the 'defense secret' for godsake!

You can clearly see he's not a spy!

He was manipulated, that's all!

This guy's actually been living on the street for 15 years!

You think he's been spying on pigeons, maybe? I don't know.

- Weren't you thinking Morgane? They think they're cowboys, you too?

The DGSI will hear from me,

we do all the work and they steal our witnesses!

This is all we need!

- Okay, but what do we do then?

- Nothing! We no longer have access to our suspect or witnesses!

What do you want us to do? Well we'll let DGSI handle it!

I hope they keep us informed! And then, well, I don't know!

I just have to watch my email!

- How're you doing, Morgane? - Huh?

- You haven't slept much, you should take a day off, right?

- No, no, I'm fine.

You changed something, didn’t you? - Hmm?

- Your desk, it's different. - N...o...

- Well— yes! - No-

- Yes, you sit on the other side,

you changed sides, huh? - Um.....

- You've always been there. - Yes,

- There, now here. CROSSTALK

- Yes, it's true... - Yes?

TONGUE-TIED

Because the sun was a bit strong there.

It gave me a stye one day and made it difficult to work, it hurt.

I switched to here. It's silly!

And my back is that way, it's more coherent,

more feng shui, more soothing...

It's better equilibrium.

- Ah, yes. - Huh?

- Well yes, - Yes?

- Yes, cool.

You haven't taken the first step? - ((Ssssh!))

SOFTLY - What are you waiting for?

SOFTLY - For the right moment!

SOFTLY - There's never a 'right moment.'

- (Stop!)...

- ('Right moment' for what?

- ((Uh...))

(To go on a diet. ) - (No, you’re fine like that. Fine)

- (Yeah?) - (Yeah, yeah)...

-(If you think it’s easy to put your heart out there

to risk to someone trampling it and throwing it away!)

(It’s not simple.)

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

...he's not a handsome guy.

. . .

It's obvious!

It's obviously your heart you're putting on a platter and not your liver!

GILLES: No? - No!

MORGANE: Woo-hooo!

ADAM: Morgane, what are we doing here?

- Taking your mind off things,

because you've been at rock bottom since you came back,

you think I haven't noticed?

So I'm trying to entertain you.

- I hate rides.

- It's not for you, it's for me, because it helps me think.

Since there are so many spies in this story, nothing makes sense anymore.

- Thinking about spies? Dr Montcreuset and his lover?

- Yes, precisely! Look.

This is the letter that Amir wrote to Montcreuset.

'My love.'

''Your kindness warmed my bowels, and it has continued to do so for months.'

HOT . COLD

'Being separated from you feels like a knife piercing my heart,

but I must do my duty. Goodbye.'

It's weird for a breakup letter. - It's not great literature.

- Not even the start of great literature! It was written with his feet!

I know you're not the champion of romanticism, but still.

Bowels as a love metaphor; you've done better.

- And?

- Except if we lived 3,000 years ago in ancient Mesopotamia.

There!

Ah, well, that's Shakespeare.

When we speak, we tend to associate our emotions with our organs.

For example, for Love we will say that our head is spinning,

or that our heart beats wildly. See?

But on the other hand, for other parts of the body

such as the liver or intestines,

well there we associate them with more negative emotions,

like Worry with having an upset stomach. You see?

SHE LAUGHS ADAM: Morgane, slow down,

SHE LAUGHS because I'm feeling dizzy.

- Wooo!

- These expressions have evolved considerably over time,

depending on the anatomical knowledge available at the time, of course.

SHOT

Because, you see, for example: the liver,

a large organ whose function isn't immediately obvious.

For people in ancient times it was where our soul resided—

—and therefore, romantic love.

Hence the myth of Prometheus,

having the eagle eat his liver again and again.

Well, all this to say that if an ancient Mesopotamian

or a Greek tells you his liver is exploding,

or his guts are open, it doesn't mean he was tortured by Freddy Kruger.

SCREAM

No! It means he's nuts about you. Isn't that crazy?

ARCADE GUN COCKS

SHOT

Oh jeez, 1000! I WON!

THE BEAR! I WANT THE BEAR!

It's mine! Yes! - Sorry ma'am, no no.

- Yes! I want-

- No, look, the sign says 'Under 10 Years.'

- Come on, give it to me!

- Ma'am, it's for children ma'am!

- I won! Come on!

- No, really. What?

- Please give me the teddy bear.

- Give it to her, otherwise... - All right, okay. Here we go!

- Come on! DELIGHTED YELP

- Well done ma'am! She's a winner!

- I WON, HUH! - She won!

- I won! - Yeah.

- All this is to say that this letter wasn't written in 2009, but—

—3,000 years ago in Mesopotamia. All right?

Rewritten by hand by Amir, a PhD researcher

specializing in ancient Mesopotamia.

So it wasn't actually a breakup letter,

it was simply a translation he was working on.

- You're saying Amir never intended to break up with Montcreuset,

and someone used this document to make it seem otherwise.

- Exactly! Yes, now we need to find out who.

That's where you come in, because I'm blocked.

Okay, so now you need to use your cop detective skills.

Go and look for...

- The night Amir was killed, Montcreuset left him home alone.

Why did he do that?

- There, that's good, that's good! So what was it he said?

Uh... yes! Yes, yes!

He said he went back to the lab to take care of something.

- That idiot Letellier had disrupted our spectrograph again.

GASPS - Jeez! Letellier! Letellier, yes! Oh!

It's not a spy story!

It's actually a case of fraud!

Come, come, I'm going to show you what happened. Come, come!

- Good evening. Welcome to the Palace of What Happened.

SPIELBERG-IAN AWE SCORE

- This way, ladies and gentlemen.

. . .

So—

—the story of two physicists in the same lab...

CARNIVALESQUE SCORE

...but the two guys really can't stand each other...

...and, as any good scientific rivals would do,

they naturally decided to conduct research on exactly

the same topic. That is to say: fullerenes,

and how they can improve the resilience of military satellites.

Well, the thing is, they're not equal.

While Montcreuset is making major advancements...

- Eureka!

- Letellier has a hard time. A hard time.

LETELLIER SOBS

Letellier's problem is that he's in a difficult situation.

His sworn enemy will definitely solve the problem before him, meaning

goodbye glory, money, the Nobel, fame. So,

he decides to help fate a little.

MOBILE RINGS One night—

- Hello my dear friend Montcreuset,

could you please find the file we worked on

BOTH: last year with the young woman?

- Obviously!

What a pain in the neck, a nuisance, a real pain!

CRACKLE AUDIENCE OOHS

MORGANE: Then, he lured his rival out of his house under false pretenses.

MOBILE RINGS

- Yes? - Hello Montcreuset,

I have the feeling that the spectrograph is completely fucked up.

Would you mind coming to take a look?

- No no no, I'm coming.

What an ignoramus, what an idiot! Ectoplasm! Oh!

Letellier used the opportunity to enter Montcreuset's house,

and sneak a look at his work.

But he's unaware that he is not alone.

Amir is in the next room.

He surprises him.

- What are you doing?

- Oh!

- And then?

- Letellier killed him.

The spy story was staged as a coverup.

ADAM: Morgane? Where are we?

APPLAUSE

- Well done!

. . .

- Well done!

- Yeah, uh, I don’t see the connection with Manon.

OTHERS: Oh! Well done!

- Excuse me, guys, this is nice but

we still don’t know who killed her!

MORGANE: Yes, two seconds, I'm not finished.

FAST-REVERSE AUDIO

Following this discovery,

we went to re-interview our killer physicist, Prof Letellier.

- It's not a rapist Manon was calling you in her sleep, but a thief.

We analyzed the documents she stole from your computer before her death,

and we found the ideas for the formulas on which all your discoveries are based.

Only, after verification

it's not your handwriting on this document.

It's your rival's, Dr Montcreuset.

15 years ago you stole his research and Manon found you out.

You're a professional imposter, Prof Letellier. An imposter and a murderer.

- No.

It was an accident. I didn't mean to kill him.

- As long as you acknowledge responsibility for Amir Tehrani's death.

- I wanted to take a look at Montcreuset's work,

just to know where he was. But...

of course that poor boy who came out of the bedroom,

he must have thought I was a burglar.

He got scared and ran away, I tried to stop him,

to explain to him, and he fell on the stairs.

- On the stairs? - Yes.

- And then?

- And then, and then I... I panicked.

There was this completely paranoid woman from the DGSI

who was hanging around at the time.

She kept telling us that we risked being approached by spies

who wanted to get hold of the satellite plans.

That gave me an idea. I...

I, I hid the plans on the body.

As a diversion, you understand?

- So you killed Amir Tehrani so he wouldn't reveal what you'd done.

And 15 years later, you killed Manon Boutière for the same reason.

- No, you're completely mistaken. I,

I didn’t even know Manon suspected something.

You have to believe me.

I didn't kill her.

- Where were you the evening of her death, between 5 and 8 pm?

- The evening of... At home.

- Alone?

- No. With one of my students.

Consensual, just to be clear.

I'll give you his contact details.

- And then?

- 'And then?'

Well, then it's now.

The guy's been transferred to the Directorate,

I went to pick up my youngest child from daycare,

pawned him off on my mother, and then I came here directly, that's all.

- But... So who killed Manon Boutière?

- Well I don't know. Well—

—I'd bet my money on the evil scientist.

Even if he says it wasn't him, it wouldn't be the first time.

By the way, Daphné, where are we with his alibi?

- Well, the student confirmed,

and his phone's GPS corroborates.

So, that's our initial assessment— but we haven't verified everything yet!

MORGANE: Really? That's weird.

Though that doesn't mean anything,

because he could very well have hired a hitman.

Or maybe it's his boyfriend, but really,

that would disappoint me.

- Well?

I think we have everything we need.

- Uh- wait! Uh,

Morgane, why don't you tell the panel the story about-

The Asian Ladybug! Uh-huh! Or that thing with the thumbs,

that was incredible! Unfortunately... CROSSTALK

- The time's up.

Ms Alvaro. Is there anything else

you'd like to add before we finish?

- No, no, there’s nothing.

- No? Very good.

Thank you for that presentation.

We'll take some time to consider this,

and you'll receive our answer by email within 15 days.

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

. . .

YELP OF REALIZATION

Wait!

An uninverted mirror!

- She's got something! Do you have five more minutes? Huh?

It'll be worth it.

- Yes.

BOUNCY FELLINIESQUE SCORE

- Follow me!

NERVOUSLY She seems to know where she’s going.

It’s promising. - Of course.

. . .

PÉNOT: What is she doing?

- Her process.

- Yes! Yes, it's her!

It's her, it's her! It's obviously her!

- Who's 'she'? - Stern!

Our counter-intelligence lady, she's actually the murderer!

Remember the video where Manon loses her temper at the fairground?

- Yes. - Mm-hmm.

Okay, but I'm using the map again because I'm not sure you remember it very well.

So. Here. - Yeah?

Okay, so here we have Stern arrive,

looks for Manon, can't find her,

so she leaves and goes to the right.

Okay, and then a few seconds later in the mirror...

we see Manon emerge from her hiding place,

starting from the other side, going to the left.

Everyone understand so far? - Yes, it's fine.

This matches what Agent Stern told us when we questioned her.

Except, you never saw Manon in the video.

No! You only see her reflection in the mirror!

- Ah!

- And that's where something seems wrong.

Read the small print, there!

We can read them just like in real life,

whereas normally letters are reversed in a mirror.

Why? Because of this mirror.

It's a 'true mirror.'

What exactly is a true mirror? Well, just listen, it's simple.

It's a thing made using two mirrors that reflect each other, like this.

producing an image that is not reversed.

We see ourselves as others see us, positive.

See? And that's where it gets interesting.

Because in a true mirror right and left are reversed.

- Left and right are reversed?

In a mirror that doesn't reverse? - Yes, it makes sense. Yes, look:

I'm in front of a normal mirror, well, I go to the right—

—hey, I go to the right. What's she doing,

what's my reflection doing? She's heading to the right, just like me.

So, to her left. Okay? - Yeah.

- Whereas in a true mirror, well, the same—

—I'm going to the right, I'm walking, I'm walking...

And what's my reflection doing? What's she doing?

She's going to her right, so to my left!

THEY MURMUR Can you see it,

where I'm going with this? OTHERS: Of course.

- Hold on. You mean that in the video,

your victim didn't walk here... but there?

MORGANE: Exactly!

So Stern told us she lost her at the fairground,

And we believed it, since it matched what we saw in the mirror.

Except in reality Manon went in the opposite direction.

So Stern didn't lose her, she went to meet her, to confront her.

Right. I'll take everything from the beginning:

Like any self-respecting spy, our Agent Stern is a big paranoiac.

In 2009 the satellite plans were stolen right under her nose.

An Iranian is murdered. A physicist disappears.

So she concludes that a spy network

infiltrated the institute where everything took place.

Stern searched for the moles for 15 years and found nothing.

The less she finds, the more it becomes an obsession.

Bringing down this network is her life's quest,

her calling, her mission.

And then one day she finally has a lead:

Manon managed to get her hands on the famous blueprints.

So she's placed under surveillance.

Except that one day Manon realizes it.

And when she realizes she's dealing with a woman from the DGSI,

She reveals to her everything she discovered:

Letellier, the USB key, the staging.

And then, Stern falls apart. Why?

Because Manon explains to her that she spent

15 years of her life chasing an illusion!

The more Manon talks, the more Stern's world crumbles.

So to stay in denial, and to try to avoid

becoming the laughingstock of the entire DGSI,

she convinced Manon to follow her to a quiet, secluded spot, where...

GASPS

She kills her!

- It took her a while, but she finally confessed.

Congratulations, Morgane.

Oh, by the way, I spoke with the chairperson of your panel.

They aren't supposed to say anything before the deliberations finish,

but I think things are looking good for you.

Did you go visit him at the detention center this week with Leo?

- No.

He doesn’t want his son the see him there.

- I need to call the prosecutor back.

Again, well done, Morgane.

I know how much you missed Adam during this entire investigation, and

I'm sure he'll be very proud of you when you tell him about all this.

INDISTINCT

- It's super clear!

- Explain it if it's so clear!

- Well done, Morgane! I was sure you'd solve it.

HE CHUCKLES We should go out for a drink to celebrate.

- No, I'm going to go.

MORGANE: Come on, come here, you.

CELINE: Very well, good night.

- Oh, Daphné, Gilles' crazy about you

but isn't able to tell you, so I think you should

go get that drink, just the two of you. I'm going, bye.

- I'll call HR.

{\an1 }A FEW WEEKS LATER

LUDO: Hurry up, we'll end up missing the plane!

THÉA: I'm coming! Fuck, where'd you put them?

- Come on!

ELIOTT: Yeah...

HORN - Yes! Yes yes yes!

They're looking for their passports! We're coming!

NEIGHBOR: What is it, 80, 85, it's not the same dosage.

- I don't know, I'd say 80

- Eighty? For 80 I'll do 5.50. HORN

LUDO: Yes, yes! HORN

MAGALIE: Seriously? I'm leaving! - Right away!

They're getting their things, we're coming.

Excuse me for disturbing you there,

Morgane, you're not helping!

- Eliott, bottom drawer, under the SAS forms,

and Théa it's already in your bag, side pocket.

- Couldn't you have told us before?

HE SIGHS

That's 25 US, give me 20, it's fine.

HORN

- I only have 20 bucks.

- Well, not that face! Three weeks will pass quickly.

- Well, don't worry about me, Mister is teething

and has his father's immune system, so

I won't have time to let it bug me.

- I guess. And then with your new job.

You, a cop. Who'd believe it?

- What's this? - No, he's joking! Here.

HONK

- Yes! - It's okay, we're almost there!

- Ludo, if we don't go now we're gonna miss it!

- Come on kids, let's go! Arrrgh...

HONK Come on, come on, come on!

- Bye mom.

Don't spend too much time alone.

- Yeah, and don't hesitate to call if it's not going well, or whatever.

- No, stop stop worrying about me, I'm a big girl!

Come kiss me instead! Come on!

Oh I'll miss you!

Well, go on, I won't stop you, you'll miss your flight.

See you tomorrow!

- Huh? - Tomorrow? No, three weeks, mom.

- Yes. Yes. Yes, well, have a good time!

MORGANE: Go on!

- Your mother's in the middle of committing a crime, isn't she?

- Absolutely.

- Yeah.

- Get in, honey.

- It was in my bag.

INDISTINCT

- Hey. I'm here.

- Yes.

Oh yes, they delivered something this morning.

For you, here.

- (Oh yes!)

♪ LIVE FAST DIE YOUNG Etc. ♪ BY AKII

. . .

- Hello, I'm here to see Cmdr Karadec. - Mm-hmm.

- Morgane, what are you doing here?

- Kara'—

—I passed my exam!

I thought you'd be happy to hear it.

- Where did you get the uniform?

- Yes, it's definitely blue.

Definitely not my color. - Indeed.

But well done. I'm proud of you. - Thanks.

HE LAUGHS

Look what I have!

We can raise a toast. To celebrate the event!

- Actually Morgane, I don't- - Ho, hey Karadec,

it’s just a small little cup, nothing serious,

can't you just leave it for a little while?

Come on.

Bottoms up! - Okay,

and congratulations.

- And glug, and glug, and glug, and glug,

and glug, and glug, and glug, and glug. There we go.

-And you, you didn’t...

LIVE FAST RESUMES

- There. Great.

So now...

POLICE OFFICER DIPLOMA

FIRE ALARM

- No, I don’t know where it's coming from.

- Hey! It smells like burning over there, go on!

Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him.

No, Ludo, don't make a big deal out of it,

I'm sure Magalie will understand.

Actually, we're talking about 3 to 4

months maximum, to allow time to bounce back.

Well, we'll squeeze in, it's not as if we're not used to it, huh?

Well we're on the way anyway.

Oh, hold on. I have to let you go, there's cops.

Gotta go, love you. L- Yes! L- love you.

SPANISH - Hi guys, how are you?

- Cut the engine and pass me your papers.

MORGANE: Yes, yes, of course!

We are the French police!

Here you go.

He's napping.

He's very 'fatiguado.'

But the holidays were nice!

LEO CRIES

Hey!

Hey, 'we're going to the discothèque'!

'Arriba, arriba'!

- Police. They're police. - Ah.

MORGANE: Yes! - Okay, let her pass.

- Thank you so much!

- Morgane? Where are we?

- Oh, Karadec, you came out of your hangover?

Ha! Well, perfect timing. We just crossed the border!

WEAKLY - What border...

- Hey, you didn’t think I was going to let you end up in jail?

No, actually. What else...

- 'In jail'? But it was a suspended sentence, Morgane.

There was never any question of a real prison term.

- Oh, well, that's completely different from what Daphné told me.

Well, hey, in any case,

we left, we left, huh?

What?

All right, hang on!

- What have you done now, Morgane?

- So we're no longer using the informal 'you'?

LIVE FAST RESUMES

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