All language subtitles for Astrid.et.Raphaelle-S06E04-La.theorie.du.tout

ASTRID: Good morning, Raphaëlle.
Good morning, Capt Perran.

NICO: Good morning, Astrid

- I arrived before you.
I took the bus, the #132.

- Er, shall we meet there?

- So?

- A vehicle was found in this lake,

inside the trunk is a man.
He's dead.

- Well, we'll see what
Fournier says. Oh, Astrid—

—I wanted to show you.

See?

- You have a ring.
- It's a gift from Nico.

We're not engaged,

it's to celebrate one year
of our first time of 'Bam!'

- All right.

- It's beautiful, huh?
- I don't know this tradition.

I don't have a ring.
We didn't go 'Bam.'

And I don't wear a wedding ring

because the marriage
was interrupted. Hm-hmm.

Raphaëlle...

You're walking. You've succeeded.

ASTRID: Careful, it's slippery.

- Well it's nice to see you on your feet!

- On a cane, Fournier.
- Yes.

Good morning.

RAPH: Yes.
- He didn't have any papers on him,

but we're lucky, the trunk
was almost waterproof.

So the water didn't
damage his tissue much.

So I can tell you that
death was 6 or 7 days ago,

I'll have more in a few hours.

- He smells bad.
- He does, yes.

- Did he suffocate in there?
- Absolutely not,

he was strangled before.
- Yes, the hyoid bone's fractured

if not completely crushed,

the person who did this
must've been quite persistent.

There's also a wound on the skull,

but it's superficial anyway,
that's not what killed him.

RAPH: Oof.

RAPH: There are worse coffins, right?
FOURNIER: Mm-hmm.

RAPH: It's a deluxe model, huh?

The kind the Mafia likes.
- Everyone does.

- Cmdr Coste, it's
not a coffin, it's a car.

And I identified scratches
on the left front door lock.

- Not the original plates,
it's a stolen vehicle.

The good news: Forensics found
fingerprints on the gear shift.

They belong to a
Yanis Calderon, a trafficker.

- 'Calderon'? Well, well.

- You know him?
- Yes. He's on parole.

We know where to find him.
NICO: Good.

♪

- Can you explain why
we found your fingerprints inside?

YANIS: It doesn't mean I stole it.

- I think you don't really
understand what's at stake here.

You forget you had
a passenger in the trunk?

- Wait, what are we talking about here?

I've never seen this guy.

The Theory of
Everything
Okay. The car is mine.
I bought it in the neighborhood.

Okay. The car is mine.
I bought it in the neighborhood.

I suspected it was stolen
but, to be honest, I didn't really care.

I haven't had that crate in two weeks.

- Ah, there you go,
he didn't have it anymore.

- Well no, I lost it at poker.

- You gambled your car at poker.

- Mm-hmm. These are
cash games. High stakes.

That night I lost to a girl,
she only had winning hands.

I don't know if she was cheating
or what, but it was amazing.

- And you gave her
your keys, just like that?

- I lose, I pay.

I tell you, I'm fair.

- The name of this girl?

- Do you think it's a place where
you leave your ID at reception?

- So you have nothing to
exonerate yourself from a homicide,

and you're on parole.

What do you say? Ten? 15 years?

- Oh, yeah, 15.

- I'm not a snitch.

but losing my car and
15 years at the same time...

Can I have my phone?

Plastic bag rustles

I took a picture of her
secretly, to remember her face.

I wanted to be sure that I would
never find myself in front of her again.

RAPH: Hello!
NORAH: Hi.

- I'm stronger.
- Amazing!

- Eh? Not bad, huh? I even got to
choose this Dr House-style cane.

- Well, no, I mean the ring.

- Oh! Yes, thank you.
- Are you engaged?

- Oh, no no no no,

not at all!

- No. It's a ring for it being
a year since they went 'Bam'

for the first time.

I don't know the last time.

- Thanks.

- You don't have a ring.

- No. I'm single. Anyway,

Fournier sent us his report.

The victim had a hip
prosthesis with a serial number,

so he had no trouble identifying
him: François Leibowitz,

a renowned math professor.

- A math prof, in a settling
of scores between dealers?

RAPH: Yes, surprising, and he
taught at the University of Val-de-Seine.

- The University of Val-de-Seine.

- Does that mean something to you?

- Yes. Hm-hmm.

TETSUO: I have to
tell Astrid the truth.

Japanese
TANAKA: You'll
do that, Tetsuo?

You tried, but didn't.

- Of course, but-

but the wedding
not happening,

I think it's some
kind of fate.

- Fate?

French
- Wanting to get married without telling

her who I really am was a mistake.

her who I really am was a mistake.
Mobile vibrates.

Mobile vibrates.

. . .

. . .

. . .

Yes, Astrid?

Yes. That's where I do my research.

With pleasure. I'll meet you there.

See you soon.

Japanese
- You're going?

- I was shocked to learn
of Prof Leibowitz's death.

He's a celebrity here.

Few French mathematicians
have received the Fields Medal.

It's like the Nobel Prize for mathematics.
- Wow.

- Let's go see the director of
the Fundamental Mathematics Department.

Not only was he his colleague,
but he was also his son.

- Hmm!
Interesting.

Chalk on board

TETSUO: Mr Leibowitz?
GUILLAUME: Wait one second.

Ah...

Yeah, I lost the thread.

- I'm really sorry
to have interrupted you.

- No! No, no, no, it's not serious.

Yes,

to solve a complex problem, concentration

is not as essential,
even less than, imagination.

A formula that works is a mixture
of precision and inventiveness.

Like poetry. You see?

ASTRID & RAPH: No.

- What can I do for you?

- Mr Leibowitz,

I'm sorry, but, this is about your father.

- Come in.

Straining
- Thank you, Astrid.

My father and I
share the same office.

He was there.

- The car was that of a drug trafficker.

Did your father have ties to that world?

- No, of course not.
Nervous laugh

- I was told he was a very
strict teacher with his students.

Do you think one of them
could have wanted revenge?

- No.

His severity may have discouraged some,

but above all he was a mentor to others.

Here we know mathematics is

a demanding mistress
and demands sacrifices.

I'm sure, if there'd been
a problem with a student

I would've been
first to know, for sure.

- These papers have not been corrected.

- Yes, correct. Lately
my father had given up teaching

to devote himself to his work.

It was a very important time for him.

- Still, it's been three weeks.

- Is this your mother in the photo?
ASTRID: It was.

Mrs Leibowitz died four years ago.

François Leibowitz's civil status record

states that he had
two children, a boy and a girl.

- That's right. I miss
my little sister Diane.

But she and my father had
a somewhat complicated relationship.

- For what reason?

- He always wanted us to
study, it was never really her thing.

Neither studies or family.
She gives us little news.

Well, yes, she calls when she needs money.

Yes, because she has big gambling debts.

- Gambling debts?

Do you know this young woman?

- Yes of course, it's Diane,
it's my sister Diane.

CARL: So this math teacher
was found in the trunk of a car

that his own daughter
won at poker, is that it?

- Absolutely.

- And have you found the girl?
- Absolutely not.

- I can't locate her, her
phone has been off for two weeks.

- We got her address
but she wasn't home.

But there's something
more worrying:

her apartment was in disarray.

Obviously someone beat us there
and turned everything upside-down.

- What else do we have on her?

- She's the ugly duckling
of the family, she has

a chaotic work history and
works illegally repairing motorcycles.

- And she doesn't
just repair them,

she has multiple priors for theft
and receiving stolen motorcycles.

- Whether she makes money legally or not,

she loses it gambling.
She's banned from every casino in France.

- Hmm. She had gambling debts
and got her father involved?

- Possible but odd, as
they had spoken in years.

- Except, on the father's phone

we found a text
she sent him two months ago.

- 'I made room.
Tomorrow, 5:50 am, unit 148.'

- It's followed by the address
of a warehouse in the 17th.

- Well if that's our only lead,
Astrid and I will go there. Huh?

- Yes.
- How come you're going there?

Are you serious?

- Nico, uh, it's not
a trek around Mont Blanc.

- Okay.

- 'Okay'?
- Go ahead!

Clears throat uncomfortably

- The address.

Hm-hmm. 148.
The message indicated unit 148—

—the lock has been forced.

- Definitely. Apartment searched,
storage unit broken into;

people are interested in this girl.

- This tire print here could match
the tire track found at the lake.

- So she hid her car here.

Lock clanks

Stand back, Astrid.

- Raphaëlle, careful, it's heavy.
Roller

This is Diane Leibowitz's secret garage.

She uses this material to
disguise stolen motorcycles.

There are many such files at
Criminal Documentation, I know the files.

This clock does not work.

It does not have protective glass.

Raphaëlle, I think
this clock is not a clock.

Zipper opens
RAPH: If it's not a clock, what is it?

- Hm-hmm!

- Do you remember the message
Diane Leibowitz sent her father?

- 'I'm making room.'

- Mm-mmm.
RAPH: 'I have room'?

- 'I made room.'
RAPH: Oh.

- This message referred
to a very specific time:

'I made room.
Tomorrow, 5:50 am, unit 148.'

- Yes; and?

What are you doing?

ASTRID: Five...

...fifty.
Mechanism clicks

ASTRID: It went 'click.'
- Yes, I heard!

RAPH: (Go ahead!)

(Oh!)
- Raphaëlle,

- I think this closet is not a closet.
- That's for sure. What're you doing?

- I will look.
RAPH: You don't want to wait to call...

- Raphaëlle, come and see.

Watch your head. There's a step.

A blood stain.

NICO: It's definitely blood.

Forensics will compare
it to the professor's.

- I think he was killed here

and put in the trunk
of the car next door.

- Yeah, it's possible.

It doesn't explain why he came to
do research in this backwater,

his daughter's garage.
- With whom he had fallen out.

There must be a reason he's hiding so much.

And I'm sure it has
something to do with all of this.

- They shared workspace, do you
think she saw something and is hiding?

- Either she was hiding, or he was.

- So she may not have dragged her
father into her problems, but the opposite.

RAPH: It looks like it.

We'll know more when we know
what he was working on in that unit.

- Very good, Coste. Keep me posted.

Coste?

Have you thought about my proposition?

- Becoming 'Commissioner Coste'?

- You have everything you need for the job:

experience; leadership; good intuition.

- Thank you, Commissioner, I'm flattered.

But I don't see myself
behind this desk all day.

I'm a woman of the field.
- Yes, I know.

- Listen, I have until the end
of the week to submit names,

think about it, hmm?

This kind of opportunity doesn't
come many times in a career.

- Raphaëlle.

I thought of an opportunity that could
be useful to us in the investigation.

Prof Leibowitz's equations

seem to be central to the
contextualization of his murder.

Except no member of the
Crime Squad is able to analyze them.

And the people qualified
enough to decipher them

are therefore potential suspects.

- Hmm. You're thinking of
someone who can help us.

- Yes.

- It's fascinating.

The approach used is audacious.
RAPH: I said the same thing.

- The problem presented on
these walls is of rare complexity.

It's at an amazing level
far exceeding mine,

I have to be honest with you.

- But are you able to
tell us what this work is about?

- I don't know, but it
looks like an attempt

to prove the Riemann hypothesis.

It's one of the most complex
problems in mathematics.

It concerns the distribution
of prime numbers.

- And this hypothesis, in everyday life—

—what is it used for? In practice.

- Um... nothing.

But it would be a giant step
forward for fundamental mathematics.

Impressed
RAPH: Hmm.

Riemann is one of
the 7 Problems of The Millennium,

mathematicians around
the world have been

working on this problem for 25 years.

Its solution comes with
a million-dollar prize.

- A million? That's a good motive, huh?

- That explains why
the professor worked in secret.

- I'll put someone on
permanently monitoring the site.

A million dollars can attract covetousness.

- The Riemann hypothesis?

He's been so secretive;
it might make sense, certainly...

- Isn't it surprising that your father

worked on this in an
underground storage unit?

- Oh, no, it was his way.

He couldn't stand people poking
their noses into his calculations,

so... he hid it.
Embarrassed chuckle

- Do you know of any other
mathematicians interested in this problem?

A competitor?
- 'A competitor'?

Maybe...

There was a woman who
came to visit him at his office

a few months ago,
she wanted to see his work.

He asked me to leave the office,
I don't know what they said.

You can find her easily,
her name is Laure Lequesnoy, she

she... Yes, go ahead.
She's a fairly well-known researcher,

who has worked on the
Riemann hypothesis all her life.

- Thanks.
Pen clanks

- You're welcome.

LAURE: You've been misinformed,
I'm no longer in research.

The Riemann hypothesis
is now a thing of the past.

- Okay. Can I know why you
visited Prof Leibowitz two months ago?

- Mm-hmm. I joined a
cybersecurity company, Metacortis.

It wasn't his work that
interested me, it was him.

I simply offered to hire
him at my company.

In cybersecurity we're faced
with increasingly complex codes.

To counter them, you need
brilliant minds. Leibowitz was brilliant.

- And he refused?
- Yes,

he led me to understand
that Metacortis didn't offer him

intellectual challenges
up to his standards.

I quickly understood
that the prospect of

increasing his income
didn't come into play.

- Which is clearly not in your case.

- Yes sir, mathematical research
is certainly a fascinating field,

but not enough for me
to accept a life of misery,

begging for grants while dreaming
of a call that will never come.

- Very good.

- Tetsuo, I have
to tell you
something.
- Astrid, I have
to tell you
something.

- Hm-hmm. - Go ahead, Astrid.

- All right.

Raphaëlle asked me
to become her thimble.

This caused me to lose my bearings,

and requires a lot of energy.

In this upheaval,

your presence is the only thing
that remains unchanged.

Your presence... soothes me,

and gives me a reassuring stability.

Over to you. Hmm!

- Um...

I'm at an impasse.

I'm picking up the pieces, but

I'm totally stuck.

- Hm-hmm! I understand very well.

It happens to me when
faced with certain puzzles.

But in those cases it means
that I took the wrong approach,

and we must not make a mistake.

- Meaning?

- In puzzles, when an
answer remains unfound,

the question asked
is not the right one.

- 'The question asked
is not the right one.'

- 'The question asked
is not the right one.'
- Yes.

- Yes! You're right, Astrid.

I read the calculations with a
starting bias, that's why I've been wrong.

The professor based his theory on Riemann.

But that wasn't the
solution he was looking for.

- What makes you say
that Laure Lequesnoy is lying?

- Diane Leibowitz's phone log.

NICO: Laure Lequesnoy
called Diane Leibowitz

several times over several weeks.
I don't know what she's up to,

but she didn't tell us everything.

- Why did you release her?

- She was in Madrid the night
of the murder. We've got nothing.

- Even if she didn't kill him,
she may be involved in his death.

NICO: Metacortis is a big business,

it wouldn't be a surprise
if they sent someone

to eliminate the
professor and his discovery.

CARL: Careful, you're going too far.

You really think a company with
over a billion in turnover last year

is so interested in a million-euro
math problem that they would kill?

- No, maybe not, but...

But there's something else. Eh, Astrid?

'There's something else,' the little story.

- Oh. Tetsuo thinks Prof Leibowitz
wasn't studying the Riemann hypothesis,

but that he was using prime numbers
to arrive at a more complex formula.

but that he was using prime numbers
to arrive at a more complex formula.
Mobile
vibrates

My telephone. It's ringing.
. . .

It's Tetsuo.

- Answer, Astrid.

- All right.

Yes. Hello, Tetsuo. I'm in
the Commissioner's office,

I'm putting you on speakerphone.

- The professor was working on
something much more ambitious than

anything I could imagine—

—it's the Theory of Everything!

ASTRID: And what is
the Theory of Everything?

- It's a theory that aims
to find a single equation

describing all of the
fundamental laws of the universe,

like DNA, quantum mechanics,

probability, movement of
planets, stock market prices.

All of these movements

reduced to a single system!

- Yes, is it mathematically possible?

- Some people think it's a myth.
But others are looking for this theory

because it would transform the worlds
of computing, of biology, of finance!

- The professor found the formula?

- I don't know.

I have to check, but-
Attentuated shot

Thud

RAPH: What?

ASTRID: Tetsuo? Hello?

Police radio

Pardon me.

Tetsuo?

RAPH: Are you all right? Yeah?

- The equations on the
walls. They've been erased.

- And, shit.

NICO: I sent it to the lab.

They've never seen a
hypodermic dart model so small.

- Astrid? How's Tetsuo?

- His vitals are stable.

- Nobody understands.
Officer Bellman didn't see it coming.

In my opinion it was
professionals who did this.

It must be Metacortis.

Now we know Prof Leibowitz
was looking for a theory

that could let them crush the competition.

That's their motivation.

- Something's wrong.
If they killed Leibovitz,

why didn't they
erase the walls then?

- Because someone interrupted them. Diane?

- The important thing is
that we are still in possession of

Prof Leibowitz's proofs, thanks
to the photos taken by Forensics.

NORAH: I have something interesting.

To transcribe the
calculations in the photos,

I used handwriting
recognition software

This has already let
Tetsuo save a lot of time,

but the important thing is
that the software recognized

two different handwritings on the walls.

- 'Two handwritings'?
What does that mean?

- It noticed graphological
differences, which means

the professor didn't
work alone in the storage unit.

Bleeping

But- what's going on?
. . .

The photos are disappearing!
. . .

- I don't know!
. . .

It's impossible!
. . .

. . .

NORAH: We're getting hacked here!
. . .

NICO: I have nothing left either.
RAPH: Shit.

- Nothing there either.

- All of the professor's
work, all of his theory,

there's nothing left.
Disappeared.

RAPH: There may still be hope.

Because now we know that
someone else knows the theory

- Raphaëlle, I was followed.
- Mm-hmm— 'followed' how?

- In the street. By a man.

He followed me.

- Are you sure?

- I can't be absolutely certain.

And yet this is not the
first time I have seen this man.

Yesterday morning
he was on the sidewalk

in front of Tanaka's grocery store.

Yesterday afternoon, I saw him
twice on the street where I live.

It may be a coincidence, but

three times in three different
places, 1 - 2 - 3, this constitutes

a bundle of concordant clues.
- No, Astrid, the next time

you see him, if I'm with you

you show him to me immediately, huh?

- And if this man
adopts a threatening attitude...

- What?

- Would you be able to intervene?
- Oh.

I always have a weapon handy, huh?

- Hm-hmm.

- Who is this guy?

- The second handwriting.

- Uh... Yes.

- I tried to understand
who the author could be.

- Oh yeah, you didn't notice that. No.
- Mm-mmm.

- I didn't notice it, but there's a reason.

The two scripts are very similar.

I have studied many graphological reports,

several factors can lead two
people to have similar handwriting:

a common education,
imitation by visual habit,

and common physical characteristics.

- Mm-hmm. Three factors

that are normal when you're
from the same family, for example.

- For example. Hm-hmm!

- Your handwriting is
different from your father's.

- Yes. It's my sister who

has handwriting almost
identical to his, it's too disturbing!

- Could it be Diane's handwriting

that we found in the storage unit?

Yet you told us she had no math skills.
- I didn't say that,

I said she never studied it,
and that she wasn't interested, but

she knows math well,
very well even.

It's innate for her.

- Huh. I see. Kind of a little genius.

- Yes.

She showed extraordinary
intelligence from a very young age.

She was able to solve equations
my father gave to his master's students.

Can you imagine?

- What happened?

- It was Diane.

She always experienced
this gift as a curse.

What she wanted was to
party, see friends, ride motorcycles.

- Hmm.

That's why her relationship with your
father was very strained. Am I wrong?

- Yes, he never forgave
her for wasting her genius

by refusing to cultivate it.
- Hmmp.

- I hope nothing's happened to Diane.

- Cmdr Coste.
- Ms Lequesnoy,

I was waiting for you
in the interview room.

- Yeah, sorry, but
to avoid bad publicity

I'd rather my company keep its
distance from your investigation.

- Maybe you should stop lying to me then.

You contacted Diane Leibowitz because
you knew precisely who her father was.

- Six months ago she came to
me with... a very promising angle

for successfully demonstrating
the Theory of Everything.

So obviously we were interested,

we funded her research
to the tune of $500,000.

- Not a high price for a theory
that could revolutionize the world.

- Yes, well it doesn't matter, after that

Ms Leibowitz tricked us and
we never saw her or her theory again.

- Oh, you have the theory,
stop giving me the runaround.

You attacked two of our men
and hacked our system to get it.

- Cmdr Coste, I swear we
weren't involved in those acts.

And if you doubt our good faith,

at least accept our
contribution to the investigation.

I will deny giving you
these documents, of course.

I hope they help you
to clear our company.

Have a nice day, Cmdr Coste.

LAURE:
It's not just the financial aspect,

we'll also put the best Metacortis
researchers at your service.

FRANÇOIS:
The incompetents who fled the ranks

of the university? No thank you.

- Thank you, Astrid, can you pause it?

Interesting.

So Metacortis bugged Leibowitz's office.

Lequesnoy must have planted
the microphone when she went to visit him.

Can you send this to Nico? We
need to listen to all of it to see clearly.

- Yes.
Mobile vibrates

- Ah.
Mobile vibrates

Mobile vibrates

Yes?

- Hello, Commander.

- Calderon?
How did you get my number?

Hold on, you're in the cells!
How do you have a phone?

The less you know
the better I'll be.

- Okay. What do you want?
- To negotiate.

I got six months for that stolen car.
Isn't that a bit steep?

I have some information for you.

I know where your poker player is.

NORAH: It's a virus I've
reserved for our hackers.

I don't have the IP address,
but I have access so I'll try it.

- Still, they're a big
cybersecurity company.

You think you can hack them?

- It's a program from
the 80s in assembly code.

It's completely obsolete today, but

that's what makes
it strong: it exploits

flaws modern systems
no longer monitor.

- Oh, all right.
- It won't do a lot of damage,

but it's tough and particularly annoying.

So I think if I do my
job well, we should
hear from them soon.

So I think if I do my
job well, we should
hear from them soon.
Mobile rings

Mobile rings

- Yeah Raph?

- Yeah Nico,

I'm sending you the address
of an illegal gambling den, send

a team over there.

- Okay. Who gave it to you?

- A tip from Calderon.

- Okay. Well, listen, give me
an hour while I put together a team.

- 'An hour'?

No, that's too
long, she's fleecing

everyone and won't stay long.
- Wait, Raph, I'm not

letting you go alone. We're talking
about a room full of armed guys!

- Do you have another choice?
- I forbid you to go

alone, you hear me? Raph? Raph?

Norah, finish that later.
- Yes.

- Here. Come on!
- Fine, it's fine! Sending!

- Let's go, let's go!

- No way! She's so lucky! Fuck!

DIANE: Anyone?
- No. It's fine.

- Ah, that's a shame.
RAPH: Yes!

Me!

Gentlemen.

I'll deal, if you don't mind too much.
- Go ahead.

- It's €500 minimum.

All in.

Resigned sigh

- ((Sorry Nico. Sorry.))

- Fine.

- Four of a kind.

Kibbitzers oh

- Royal flush.
OTHERS: Oh my!

Laugh

- (Thanks!)

It's the game. Sorry, huh?

Oh!

It's my size! Thanks.

- Your bag.
- What's going on?

- Your bag!

- All right!

RAPH: Yes, yes. Sorry.

It's the game!

Oh, you wouldn't have something for me?

Thank you!
- Come on.

Come on!
- All right!

- You used the ring.

- I took a risk, huh?
- Yeah.

- Oh, Nico! I have some cash to get back.
NICO: Hmm? Yeah, yeah.

- What?

He's dead?

- It was in all the newspapers.

- Yeah, I cut myself off from the world.

I sleep in the hotel
and I go out just to play.

I'm hiding, I owe money to
the people who did that to my father.

RAPH: Metacortis?

You sold them your work. Why?

- Gambling debts.

When my father came
to me 6 months ago

to work on the
Theory of Everything,

I immediately knew I was going
to sell it to the highest bidder

to get back on my feet.

And to get revenge on him too.

- Why did your father call on you?

- Because his project
included supersymmetry

and very complex equations.

He needed someone who
could calculate faster than him.

- And then?

- Well... we worked
day and night on his theory.

I went out more. I played more.

We isolated ourselves
in a storage unit and...

We took turns writing on the walls.

That's when I began to
discover him in a new light.

- Hmm.

You reconciled with
him. You felt remorse.

That's why you didn't
want to betray him anymore.

- Imagine his magnificent formula
in the hands of a multinational,

it disgusted me.

So I went out and played poker
again to pay them back the €500,000.

- That's when you won the car.

It was a white elephant,
I wanted to sell it.

That's where I had to go hide.

- And your father?

- He...

he constantly checked
that his formula worked.

I heard nothing more.

I got worried and went
back to the storage unit.

He wasn't there anymore.

But I saw blood on the floor.

I realized that Metacortis
had attacked him, but I thought...

they took him to put pressure on me.

Well, I...

I never thought Metacortis
would go that far.

It's absurd.

- Are we listening to a podcast
on how to handle couples arguments?

Hmm?
Chuckles

Well, I got everything out of Diane.

She remembers the formula, but

can't remember how
to get there on her own.

- Too bad for the future of the world.
RAPH: Too bad.

She sighs
Nico, I'm sorry about earlier.

You just have to understand one thing:

I need that adrenaline.

Otherwise, I'd do another job. Understand?
- (I know.)

Don't become a poker player.
RAPH: You're mean!

It's not my fault,
that girl is really good.

I wonder how she does it.

- You know, sometimes it's
a little stressful being your guy.

- Are you stressed?
- Yes, I'm stressed.

- Oh yes?

Hold on, I'll check that.

No, your heart rate is good.

- No. My heart rate's not good at all.

To lower it I'll have to endure
hours of boring Leibowitz talk.

- Forgive me.

Hey, be brave.

Yes, I know, but I think she's sincere.

I want to believe in this reconciliation.

- Raphaëlle,

Diane Leibowitz has no valid alibi at
the time the murder was committed.

Furthermore, to our knowledge
she is the only other person

who knew about the
existence of storage unit 148—

—a fact that works against her innocence.

Ostentatious coughing

James Bond-esque fanfare

DAGOBERT:
Oops, the police. Don't shoot.

RAPH: Dagobert? What
the hell are you doing here?

Spying on us or something?
DAGOBERT: Not at all.

I needed to see you discreetly
and I knew I would find you here.

- You are not discreet.

Vaping is prohibited inside
the Criminal Documentation Center.

Besides, if you knew to find us here,
it's because you've been spying on us.

- Always so precise, Ms Nielsen.

- As indiscreet as ever, Mr Dagobert.

- Ah, Cmdr Coste.
The French secret services have

reasons that Reason cannot comrehend.

Reasons of State.

My visit is informal, but I have no choice.

We've lost the letter E.
- Hm-hmm!

- You lost the letter E.
Oh my my. Bad luck.

You have to trigger
the abduction alert plan, right?

If you want I can
take care of that with Astrid.

- Mr Dagobert, you can't have lost
the letter E, it's an intangible concept.

- I appreciate your joke, Ms Nielsen,
but this is a serious matter.

- It was not a joke.

- Our computers have lost the letter E.
- Oh.

- Mm. We've been infected by a virus,

and I believe you are not
unfamiliar with this joke.

- But no- No way! Are you
the ones who fell into Norah's trap?

We thought we were going
to catch Metacortis, but

you're who siphoned
off our data. All right.

- You're interested in
the Theory of Everything.

- Yes, apparently so!

- You have no idea how much
of a threat this theory represents,

if it falls into the wrong hands.

- You'd rather it were in
your hands. Is that about right?

- Listen, we're sorry
for hacking your system,

and for incapacitating your... fiancé?

- Are you also responsible

for the man who has been
following me for three days?

- Oh, no. Not at all.
I swear to you Ms Nielsen,

we didn't have you
under surveillance.

- Are the secret services
linked to the death of Prof Leibowitz?

- We're responsible for nothing.

The service was
only interested in his theory.

We have an undercover
agent at Metacortis.

That's why— like you— we first tried

to find his daughter Diane,

and we had the great idea
of putting a "tracker" on his car.

- On his car?
- Mm-hmm.

- Calderon's?
- Mm-hmm! Hmmp!

But hey, she was parked
next to a storage center,

which got us absolutely
nothing at all for a long time.

Until, thanks to you, we realized that

everything was happening
in the unit next door.

Well done.

- Mr Dagobert, do you
plan to vape? It's forbidden.

Do you intend to return
to the Crime Squad

the photos Forensics took of
the hidden room next to unit 148?

- You fascinate me, Ms Nielsen, but:

No.

- Oh.

- I believe I've done my part, showing
good faith by telling you what I know.

I now expect you to do
your part by ridding us of this virus.

RAPH: Mmm.

We can help you.
Yes, sure, we can help.

But it's give-and-take.

You give us the GPS data
and we'll rid you of the virus.

- You are so predictable, Cmdr Coste.

I love negotiating with you.

ASTRID: Your newspaper.
DAGOBERT: Ah.

- It was DGSE looking for Diane Leibowitz?
- (Not so loud!)

- Lt Mansour, the reason
Cmdr Coste asked you

to come to Criminal Documentation

was to be discreet about this subject.

- Yes, sorry, I just can't believe it.

Can we trust them?

- I know Dagobert,
he's the king of dirty tricks.

But I don't see what interest DGSE
would have in killing the professor.

((I just don't.))

- Okay, well I'll disable the virus.

- Thank you, Lt Mansour. That said,

your virus allowed us to get this, hm-mm.

Eh, gently, do not touch.
- (Sorry.)

The General Directorate
for External Security

equipped the vehicle found
in the lake with a GPS "tracker."

- That's great, we have
all its movements in there.

- Exactly. Here is the period
when the vehicle remained

parked at the warehouse
where unit 148 is located.

On the morning of the
murder at 9:12 am, the vehicle

left the warehouse. Except,

before going to the
lake where it was found,

he stopped here.
Lt Mansour, do you follow me?

- Yes, I'm entering the data right now.

- Yes, I'm entering the data right now.
Information file

Information file

Information file
Well, it's a gas station.

Well, it's a gas station.

So whoever the killer
was, he stopped to fill up.

- Great, let's go.
- No, I'll handle it, don't worry.

Because if you overdo
it, Nico will yell at me.

- It's all right, I'm not disabled!

- No, no, don't worry,
I can definitely go, no problem.

- A little bit though.
- 'later!

- You have a cane, you're-
Crosstalk
- Yes, yes. I forgot.

- I listened to everything. There's
nothing about the hidden room.

But this morning I heard this:
Beep

GUILLAUME: Dad, I think we can exploit
the geometric aspect of prime numbers

to demonstrate the
Theory of Everything.

FRANÇOIS: Stop. You're
not up to it, Guillaume.

GUILLAUME: Dad, listen to me!
FRANÇOIS: Don't you have papers

to correct?
GUILLAUME: Why are you doing this?

Why are you doing this?

- Oh! He's really hard
on his son, isn't he?

I complain about my father!

- Anything else catch your attention?

- Yes. He addressed
his father formally.

And Guillaume Leibowitz knew his father
was studying the Theory of Everything

but didn't say so.

- That's it.
Mobile vibrates

Mobile vibrates

- Raphaëlle, there.
- Yes? Oh. Thanks.

Yes, Norah? Are you at the gas station?

- Yeah. The manager remembers
something unusual that morning.

He saw a customer with graying hair,
wearing a suit and small round glasses.

- The day that woman came to see my
father, he made me leave the office.

I admit, I listened at the door.

- You heard he was interested
to the Theory of Everything.

You offered to work
with him but he refused, right?

- I was feeling rusty,
I wanted to know where he stood.

- That morning you followed him?

- That's when I realized he
was going to Diane's garage.

But he wasn't angry.
Not at all. He was delighted

to show her his calculations.

This theory was about
to revolutionize the world.

That day, the only thing I could see was...

- That he'd rather ask your sister.

- SHE NEVER DID ANYTHING! NOTHING!

I SACRIFICED my life to
mathematics to be worthy of him!

I accepted the humiliations!

I accepted when he tore
my papers apart for being subpar.

I accepted when he didn't
vote for me at university!

But things had gone too far.

'You'll never reach the
level of your sister's genius,'

that's what he told me.

'You're just a hard worker, Guillaume.'

'But even with work, you'll never
have what she has in her blood.'

(He told me that!)

(Do you understand?)
That's what he told me.

- Coste, I don't understand.

The brother assaulted Tetsuo
and hacked the server?

- We'll never know.
No, it'll remain a mystery.

- A mystery.
- Mmm.

- Have you thought about
my proposition? I need an answer.

- I'm a woman of the field, Commissioner.

I don't see myself
behind that desk all day. That's not me.

- Ah. I can't say I won't miss you, Coste.

- When do you plan to tell them?

CARL: Uh... I've never
been good at goodbyes.

- I'll help you.

Inaudible

Muddy applause

Inaudible

RAPH: For someone who
claimed to be bad at goodbyes,

he's really good at it.

Well, I'm going to
miss him, though.

- Yet you often say that Cmsr Bachert
is someone who annoys you.

- Mmm! He annoys me, he annoys me!

But I like him.

Door

(Oh! No, really?)

- Mr Dagobert, you must stop
coming to Criminal Documentation.

It is about being secure.

- Going through doors
is part of my job, miss.

- So, what's going on? Still
having problems with your letters?

- No. I still have mathematics problems.

The professor's theory doesn't work.

Our specialists are positive:
it is based on an incorrect calculation.

- Surprising. According to his
daughter, he checked everything.

- Yes, I know. And
that's precisely why I'm here.

Did you see who might've returned
to the storage unit after his death,

to change the formula?

- Phhtt. No, I didn't
see anyone. You, Astrid?

- Phhtt.
- There you go.

We saw no one.

But you should be happy, you were
afraid it would fall into the wrong hands.

Yes, that, that delights me.

All's well that ends well.
- Mm-hmm!

- Well, see you around.

Raph chuckles dryly
ASTRID: Mm-mmm.

DAGOBERT: With thanks from France!

- Raphaëlle?
- Hmm?

- You only smiled on the left side.

When you smile
only on the left side,

it means you know something.

RAPH: Diane!

- You gonna arrest me every
time I get out my motorcycle?

- No, don't worry, we just
had one last question for you:

How do you manage to be so good at poker?

- I'm lucky, that's all.
- No, I don't buy 'luck' at this level.

But I believe you possess
a mathematical formula

that allows you to know
how cards will be dealt.

- Ms Leibowitz, with Cmdr
Coste's help, we deduced

you and your father solved
the Theory of Everything,

you went back to the secret room
next to unit 148 after his disappearance,

and you modified
the results on the walls.

- Well, you have good instincts.

- There's something
I don't quite understand.

Why don't you want to
reveal the Theory of Everything?

It would allow Man
to discover so many things.

- You want my opinion?
RAPH: Mm-hmm.

- It would mainly allow them to invent
new ways for us to fuck ourselves.

No, all this equation allowed
me to discover, was my father.

ASTRID: I don't understand.

Motor starts, revs

ASTRID:
I don't like the sound of motorcycles.

Raphaëlle, I have to go.

- Yes, but...

Goodbye, Astrid.

Hey.

Hey, you there. Police, stop.

Hey!

Shout of pain

Gasps

(Ow! Bastard!)

. . .

Breathes hard

Holy fucking shit.

Oh, what is this?

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