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At The Station!

Chief?

I'm going out to supper.

You're...?

I'm going out to supper.
Interested?

Of course, I'm always interested
to know when you're eating supper.

OK...

Alright...

COMMISSIONER BURON

No, no, I can't on Saturday.
I promised my parents I�d visit.

You know they're deaf?
No, both of them. Completely deaf.

I use a notebook. If I have
something to say, I write it down.

It's a nightmare. So no go for Saturday.
Sunday works for me.

Aw crap, can't you...
Monday's always too busy...

Tuesday! Tuesday looks good...
One moment, I have another call.

Yes, what is it? I'm busy.

No, no, no,
I'm doing an interrogation.

I don't know. Ask Champonin,
not my problem, figure it out.

Fine. I can't help you. Sorry.

Sorry Michel.
I was dead wrong about Tuesday...

- I have a dental appointment.
- Pardon... Excuse me...?

No, I swear, it's all day long.
Wait... Why are you doing that?

I don't mean to interrupt but,
I'm very hungry. I'm getting dizzy.

When might we finish?

Can I hope to get
to a restaurant later?

How about Wednesday?
Could that work for you?

Oh, damn. Can't you cancel?

Then Thursday? Let me check.
Thursday seems tight for me.

No, no. That brings us to...
This is complicated... What? No good?

Sure, but I meant something salty.
Like an actual meal. More filling.

No Thursday I can't. It's too tight.
Next week, just more of the same.

See? Sunday would've been perfect.
Now, we'll have to give up.

- It's impossible now, forget it.
- Suggest Friday to him.

- What?
- I said try asking about Friday.

And Friday? Perfect! Great, great!
Let's do it that way.

Just needed to think of it! OK!
Friday 3 o'clock? Kiss Nadine for me. Bye.

You were eavesdropping.

No, but I'm right here.
I overheard...

- But I don't know what it's about.
- No. So, where were we?

I might miss supper, then?

Looks like a very long night.

I'm sick of this too, Fugain.
Not fun for me either, OK?

Bla, bla... and I quote:

That's when I saw
the corpse of Mr. Chevalet.

I then searched his pockets for ID.
I then called for help.

Then went back home.

That's right, exactly what happened.
I have nothing more to add.

Yeah, but something bothers me.
It's the chronology of the events:

First, you look for his wallet.
Then you call for help.

It's not logical.
I�ll need more details.

Logic... I don't know.
It's simple:

I was in shock seeing
a body for the first time.

So I did actions in the wrong order.

I should've called help first.
Then searched for ID, but I was...

Yeah, yeah. OK.
I was probably in shock...

...from seeing a dead body...

comma... so I acted irrationally.

Yes, that's it.

But how could you know
Chevalet was dead,

since you've never seen
a dead body before?

Well, I've seen many people alive.
So I could compare.

No, be serious please.
We're wasting time, OK?

How did you know
he was dead?

Blood everywhere. Like a
crime novel, when someone gets killed.

Well, same here. I didn't
think he was sleeping.

No, it looked to me
like a dead body.

- So you've seen a dead body before, hmm?
- Only in books. Never in real life.

The body...

...in a pool of blood...

In reality,
I've never seen... a dead body...

...in real life.

...except in books.

It makes me sound stupid,
written this way.

No, I don't think so.

So... Your neighbor's testimony.
Back to that. OK?

- Oh no... Again?
- Sure, again. This is an investigation.

Damn... Excuse me, I have a very
important meeting. Family matters.

Philippe? Philippe?

Philippe?

Philippe!

Philippe? Philippe!

- Philippe!
- Maybe we can start again tomorrow?

Philippe? Philippe?

Chief?

I once told you, don't use headphones.
They isolate you from surroundings.

- Come here, I need you.
- Can't right now. Not a good time.

- I'm focused on something, that's why.
- OK, but come anyway?

Well, you see,
I must finish this letter!

I've been at this
for an hour, that's why.

And I can�t stand
writing letters!

It forces me to focus,

and I'm not used to concentrating
for such long periods, that's why.

Just talking to you now,
I'm losing my train...

I understand, but come here.

I'm throwing away an hour of work,
if I get up from my chair, chief.

It's an important letter.
Champonin told me to do it.

That's why I prefer to finish.
I'd be with you otherwise.

But I can join you after,
when I'm done, that's why.

Alright. May I ask why this letter
needs all your concentration?

- It's confidential chief, that's why.
- May I see it? I'm curious.

OK, fine then.

Champonin told me to do it,
and to not tell anyone.

That's why it's
confidential, that's why.

Could you stop saying that's why
every 3 seconds? It's irritating.

Sorry, my wife says it all the time.

Pardon me, but what
happened to your eye?

I was just born this way, that's why.

- Does it hurt?
- That's a dumb question.

Are you kidding me? You're writing a
cover letter to join the police force?

No, Champonin ordered it and
said to keep it quiet, that's why.

It was an order. I can't
question orders from superiors.

I thought it was strange too. Why do it
if I'm already on the force? That's why.

But I didn't think too much,
as it was an order. - Of course.

And, if I asked you to
shoot yourself in the head?

Would you do it
because I'm your superior?

It depends on context. If for example,
I had a deadly and contagious disease...

- Then I think...
- Alright, alright.

I get it. Can you keep an eye
on this man for 20 minutes?

- Me?
- Yes, could you? You. Around 20 minutes.

So it won't wait until tomorrow?

No, it won't wait.
That's not on the menu, OK?

What exactly do I do, chief?
How do you mean keep an eye on?

You watch him, make sure
he doesn't go anywhere,

Just look to him?
OK, that's easy.

- Look at me. Can I trust you?
- Yes, it's quite clear.

I watch him, doing
nothing else, keeping focus.

And that, is a rational order.
And you must follow it.

It has nothing to do
with that stupid letter.

Squarely. I see how different
an irrational order is now. We're good.

Well, I'm innocent anyhow.
So I would never try...

We'll continue when I'll get back!

- Hey sonny!
- Hi dad.

- Ready for supper?
- No, I already ate with a friend.

- I brought you a hot dog.
- Oh, that's nice of you.

So, what's new?

Well, I wanted to
commit suicide last week,

but I got freaked out
so I just dropped the idea.

I was going to jump from a window
but I ended up watching TV instead.

Now suicide disgusts me and
I want to stay alive. How have you been?

- How are you, dad?
- Just routine.

Cool.

How long have you been
been with the police?

Trying to befriend me,
so then you can escape?

No, just making conversation.

I know I look dumb with my eye,
but don't try to mess with me...

No, no, you don't seem stupid.
Quite the contrary, even.

I don't judge people
based on deformities.

No, uh, I meant, often people who
don't look smart are very smart.

I agree with that. Good analysis.
So what was your question?

Nothing, just when you started here.
No ulterior motives, just chit-chat.

I've been here 6 months.

I should have failed the exam,
because I had shitty partners.

But some guy changed my
marks at the last minute

to help me pass.
So I got in.

That's lucky! Good for you.
Who changed your marks?

- My dad, that's why.
- Oh right, your daddy.

It's funny, because you do
often say that's why.

- I didn't say it there.
- Yes, twice, just now.

No, I know I didn't say it.

- You think I don't see your game?
- Excuse me?

Chit-chat to distract me, but looking
right at this square. Am I wrong?

I didn't even notice. Why would I?
That's used for mathematics.

Of course, you can draw
charts with it. Sure.

You can also draw perfect 80�
right-angles if you like, that's why.

But you could use it in other ways.
Like, for example...

- Am I wrong? Or what?
- I don't understand you...

Sorry, but I don't understand.

Well, it could be practical.
Think about it for a second.

If you kill me, nobody watches you.
You could just leave, that's why.

That's crazy. I won't kill you.
I'm innocent!

Where do you get all this
from just a square?

You know, a cop needs to
see all the angles, that's why.

We're like scanners.
Always judging the environment.

Bam! A sharp square. I ask myself,
"What could happen?"

Same for, bam! I don't know...

A pot of hot coffee.

I say "Careful Philippe!
Some guy could pour it in your eye!"

Ah, a heavy folder...

OK, I understood the scanner concept.
But your story doesn't make sense.

I'm innocent. So I won't escape.
I won't kill you.

Are you afraid of leaving
fingerprints on the square? Is that it?

There's a way to hide fingerprints.
Want me to explain?

- No!
- I'll explain anyway.

This guy in jail taught me.
It's so easy!

Use a lighter to warm your
fingertips a few minutes.

Like braising your skin,
but don't set yourself on fire.

I don't need to know this!
It's also disgusting!

Doesn't hurt. I tried and felt nothing!
The skin just gets softer.

It blurs the little ridges
that make your prints.

That's why you no longer have
prints, that's why. - OK...

At the risk of repeating,
I don't commit crimes.

- So I don't need to learn these things.
Not interested! - Hey, relax. Relax.

I am not accusing you of anything.
Just passing time, that's why.

Here, want to see my official badge?

Sure, absolutely.
Let's please change the subject.

- I'm so proud, that's why. - Let's see!
- Now that I know you better, I thought,

- Show him your badge.
- Yes, that's much more interesting.

Don't move. I'll hold this.
Just in case...

Where did I put it? Always something.
The badge... The badge...

The baaaadge.

Nope, it's not here.

I love this thing so much I hide it
so it isn't stolen, that's why.

- Not here either.
- Hey, say... - Shit...

Mention to your boss I didn't try
to kill you. It might convince him.

I know, I moved it last time.
There it is! So stupid...

Ah! I'm so fucking proud of this!

Now you'll see something!

Are you alright, sir?

Hello?

Sir? Fucking moron....
Sir?

Are you alright or what?

Are you not well? Sir?

Hey! Oh fuck...

Fuck me...

Fucking hell...

- Commissioner, can we talk a minute?
- What?

The Tourcher case, the mason found
cut into pieces in a cement mixer.

No, not now, I'm too busy.
I'm on another case.

30 seconds!
Just to look at a photo.

Why not ask Champonin?
Why me?

Champonin doesn't have your flair.

- True enough. OK, show me.
- Thank you!

Ah? A photo of a wall.
Nice photo. Nice wall.

- Well built, it's a nice wall photo.
- And this? What do you make of this?

Interesting...
There's something in front of the wall.

Not sure... It's...

- It's a toe.
- Huh?

- I would have said a small penis.
- No, it's a toe. We analyzed it.

So why ask, if you analyzed it?

Let me explain!

The wall went up the previous night,
20km from where the body was found.

- So?
- You're kidding me, right?

- No, no, what should I make of it?
- It's obvious!

No, it isn't! You show me a photo
of a wall, with a toe,

that looks like a small penis....
That's all that's obvious!

Dumb bitch!

It'll be a long night.
It'll be a long night, Fugain!

I sleep very little, you know?
Sometimes it takes a toll.

Well yeah, exactly, we should stop
the interrogation until tomorrow.

It got late, you got tired, your
questions were much less relevant...

Yes but no, since nobody
is waiting for me at home.

Home with the radio on, or here,
it's all the same. So, I'm listening.

Just... May I go piss first?

Morons! Shit, shit, shit...

Fucking idiot...with his stupid eye.

- Commissioner, want an oyster?
- An oyster? To eat?

Yeah, to eat. I ordered 12,
and they gave me 13 downstairs.

- Too good to just throw away...
- Sure, a shame to waste it, thanks!

Also, we're going to see
King Kong later, are you into that?

No, I don't like Chinese films,
and I'm too busy.

OK, I won't insist...

- Thank you!
- Ciao.

I'm good, let's start.

So then, back to our business.

Where were we?

You came back to my neighbor's
testimony and I said "Again?"

That's right. According to your
neighbor's testimony, Miss Lustri.

- Lustrain. Carine Lustrain.
- Yes, sorry.

She said she saw you move
in and out of your home...

exactly 7 times between
midnight and 5 A.M.

How could she see that?
Can you explain?

She watches the floor like a hawk,
She's a bit... She's crazy!

Any sound, she'll open her door.
Elevator stops, she opens her door,

The stairs? Opens her door...
At any sound... She...

Sorry, there's smoke coming
from your body. Is that normal?

It's alright, I have a hole.
Keep focus. You were saying?

- A hole? I don't understand...
- It's a hole in my chest.

- That's awful!
- No, no, I hardly feel it... Anyway...

Go on! You back and forth 7 times.
That's a lot, Fugain.

- Explain, I'm trying to understand...
- Yes, well, I have nothing to hide.

First time was near midnight.
My wife screamed when she saw a roach.

- So she asked me to go buy insecticide.
- The size of the roach?

- Don't know, didn't see it...
- By your wife's reaction?

Was it small, medium, a big roach?

I don't know... Small? She said,
"Honey, there's a roach in the sink,"

"you�ll have to kill it!"

Is the roach important?
The roach's size?

I decide what's important in this
investigation, Fugain. Alright?

- So you got some insecticide spray?
- That's right.

First time, I went out too fast.
I forgot my wallet.

Uh-huh, that happens.

Good evening.

I noticed before leaving the building.

So I went back up.

So we agree, that's one
back and forth, hmm?

Oh, Fugain?

I said that's trip #1, right?

Yes, wasted trip, because
I went right back up.

- But I prefer "back and forth".
- Why?

You said my neighbour saw me
doing seven "back and forths".

We should preserve this idiom.
Otherwise, we�ll get lost in the story.

No, I prefer trips.
Break the rules!

I took my wallet and went
straight to the elevator.

What was your wife
doing all this time?

Waiting, watching TV.

At the grocery, not sure why,
but I felt like buying chips. I did.

And because I couldn't
find real roach spray,

I bought mosquito spray.
It cost around a tenner.

OK. Did you loiter in the streets
or go back to your apartment?

I went home. I don't like loitering
and I had a cockroach to kill.

Well go on!

I�m leaving, my work is done.

Lucky you. I�m just getting
started. See you tomorrow!

No, I�m pregnant, that's why.

Pregnant?!

I have appointments with
doctors tomorrow, that's why.

Shit... He told us nothing!
That's nuts!

We wanted to keep
the surprise, that's why.

But I'm dying to tell
everyone, that's why.

- Where is he? Can I kiss him?
- Sure.

Where is he?

- Your coworker with one...?
- Yes, Philippe.

- He's my husband, that's why.
- OK. He was watching me.

Very well, he was doing a great job.
We talked a bit. A nice person.

- Congratulations on the baby!
- We don't care. Where is he?

Well, he was feeling very sick.

Like indigestion.

- Damn, I'll bet it was the sushi.
- Yes, exactly. He was saying,

- "Must be the sushi, that's why."
- It's my fault.

The sushi place next door?
I never got sick from them.

No I made sushi
myself, that's why.

- Oh shit. - I made my own recipe
from an internet one, that's why.

- So then?
- He left. He went quickly.

I couldn't ask him.
I don't know where he is.

He must be home, that's why.
I�m going, that's why. Thanks!

Am I crazy or does everyone here
say that's why every 3 seconds?

- No, I also noticed.
- Where does it come from?

- Must be a trend...
- Think so? A trend? It's irritating.

It doesn't mean anything.
that's why, that's why..."

So, you return home
with your purchases.

Yes, I went back
with my purchases. Directly.

My wife was sleeping with the TV on.

The show was interesting so
I watched while eating chips.

- Does she do that a lot?
- Yes, almost every night.

Normally, I carry her to bed, but
that night I wanted to eat chips.

Hey, look what you did.
Are you proud of yourself?

Are you serious?!
It's your fault, you fell like an idiot!

It is your fault. I wanted to
show you my badge, that's why!

I don't give a fuck
about your damn badge!

If I�d been alone in the office,
who would I show my badge to?

So it's your fault if I fell!
You'll pay for this!

- I won�t pay for anything!
- Who are you talking to?

Nobody, sweetie. The TV
is talking by itself. It's weird, eh?

I'll call a repairman tomorrow.
Go back to sleep, all's well.

Then, I put bug spray everywhere.
Lots of it.

I thought lots of mosquito spray
would likely kill a bigger insect.

Makes sense.
What time was it?

Not too sure. Maybe an hour after
I bought the chips. I don't know.

- And then?
- The spray jammed. Don't know why.

- You mean?
- I couldn't stop it.

- The nozzle was stuck.
Spray was going everywhere. - OK.

I opened the window
to air out the room.

And accidentally nudged
a potted plant on the ledge.

And it fell the 5 floors below,
broken in the yard.

What a boring story!

- Why?
- You just tell shitty, boring stuff.

The potted plant, the TV, the cockroach,
your wife watching TV...

- The insecticide, the chips...
- But I�m telling you the truth.

Want me to lie so my
story is more interesting?

No, of course not.

But I've never felt so bored
at an interrogation before..

- Continue.
- OK, that's not a nice thing to say.

- But I�m telling you the truth.
- Yes, don't get upset, Fugain.

- I�m not angry.
- Sure you are.

Don't be guilty about your boring life.
Now continue.

I went out to clean
the broken potted plant.

With a hand broom
and dustpan, I suppose?

You'll say these are
more common items.

I know no others
to pick up something broken.

But there are. There's mini-vacuums...
OK, well, go on.

Let's move on.
Never mind.

How long will I stay
stuck in that cupboard?

Philippe! No one cares.
You're dead!

- I care, that's why.
- It's not interesting.

- So, that's trip #2.
- No, that's #3.

Yes, you're right. Sorry.
I�m a bit tired, that's why.

- Sometimes I can't follow your story.
- Well yeah.

Between my fatigue and your
shitty boring story, I can't focus.

That's why I need a pick-me-up.
Time for coffee, that's why.

- You said that's why 3 times in a row.
- I heard myself say it! Coffee? No?

- Can I get up from my chair?
- Sure.

Yes Guy? Would you bring coffee please?
I�m in the middle of an interrogation. No?

Yeah, I know.

Philippe isn�t here, he�s sick.

After 8 P.M. I normally talk to Muriel.
Would you bring coffee please?

Easy, easy! Forget it.

So that's two back and forths, right?

- No 3. I said earlier it was 3.
- 3 out of 7.

Let me guess. You forgot
your broom and dustpan?

Not at all.

- I went back to put my wife to bed.
- What time was it?

I don't remember. Maybe an hour and
a half after I bought the insecticide.

I don't know.

Go ahead.

So after I put my wife to bed,
I went outside to breathe easy.

To breathe easy?

Because of the insecticide.
I was feeling woozy.

So I went outside
to breathe easy.

For your information, don't say
�breathe easy� in that case.

Use that when you win the lottery
or beat cancer, for example.

If I won the lottery, my wife
would keep an eye on me, so...

- I just went out to breathe easy.
- No!

I just explained. Because of the
insecticide. You went out to breathe.

That's what I meant.
I went out to breathe.

Something else bothers me.
You said you didn't like to loiter...

- But that's what you�re doing now!
- I went out to breathe, not to loiter.

OK. So that's when you saw
Chevalet's dead body?

No, not yet.

I remember the street was very calm.
There was some noise far away.

I guessed it was an apartment party.

My breath made vapor
because of the cold outside.

So I pretended to smoke a cigarette.

- Why?
- Because it's fun.

- You've never done that?
- Sure, when I was 2 years old.

Well I�m not ashamed.

I never said you should be ashamed.
Why justify it, Fugain?

Excuse me, may I bum a cigarette?

A cigarette?

- You're the one-eyed cop's wife, right?
- You know Philippe?

- Yes, he's my husband. You know him?
- Well, I don't know him.

Hmm... I know him, but not yet.
Just forget it. You won�t understand.

I will, just tell me.

I�ll meet your
husband in the future.

Not really in the future but...
How can I explain?

You meet my husband in the future.
So far, I understand.

Yes, but no. Because it's
not really the future.

We�re in the past but not really.
In my memories.

Anyhow, I�ll meet him
in a very bad situation...

Really? How?

So, in what kind of bad situation
will you meet my husband? Tell me.

How to explain... Well, I�m
accused of murder. Not quite yet.

I will be in 3 days.
That's when I meet your husband.

Come by and say hi!
I work at the station too, that's why.

- Yeah, we�ll meet too.
- Who did you kill?

Nobody. I just found a
dead guy in the street.

Well, later tonight, I�ll
find someone in a pool of blood.

Since I�m first to call help,
I�m a main suspect. That's also why.

Then don't call help, so
you won�t be a suspect.

Yes, good idea. But it already
happened. I can't change the past.

I don't understand...

You say it�s in the future.
Then, it already happened. Hard to follow!

Fugain? Fugain?

- You went away there.
- Yes, sorry about that.

You were saying that
you were pretend smoking.

Yes, right.
I was pretend smoking.

Nobody in the streets, so I came
home because my tits were freezing.

Sorry to interrupt again.
But you can't say that.

Tits are only on women.

- You mean your balls were freezing.
- No, my tits were really freezing!

All up here. That's what I meant.

- My testicles were fine.
- Alright.

- We're now at trip #4?
- Yes that's #4.

After pretend smoking in the streets...

I came back home.
I... came... back... home...

...Because my breasts were cold.

Breasts... were... cold...

Fugain...

Funny, the more I look at you,
the more I think you're a fool.

- At the wrong place and time.
- Really?

I don't picture you killing a poor guy.
Certainly not with an iron.

Thank you, sir. That's the first nice thing
you�ve said since I got here. Thank you.

Watch out! It's just an interrogation
instinct, OK? It doesn't mean anything.

Well you say I might be innocent.
That's not a random thing to say.

No, because that can change, you see?
Where is my lighter?

It was right here.
Have you seen it?

Found it! It fell from your desk.
I saw it on the floor, that's why.

Something stinks.
It's my lighter. It stinks.

Yeah, it stinks. It stinks!

- It smells like braised pork.
- Braised?

Smell it. I�m not the
only one who smells it, right?

No, it smells like a lighter.

Allow me?

No, still on an interrogation.
Don't worry about him.

He must have gone to the doctor.
His tummy ache.

Don't cry. No, I'll call back.
Please, I'll call back.

What happens if I
pass out from hunger?

You think you're that hungry?

I do... I've also been
saying so for a while now.

So lovely... A sleeping city.

That's why I chose this job.
Living for the night.

- Oh, fuck me...
- The lights. The calm. It's poetic.

Sure, but right now, I don't feel
the poetry. I'm having stomach cramps.

Could we finish this
interrogation quickly, please?

Let me tell you a story...

One day we decided to take
a helicopter tour. Like all tourists.

Unfortunately,
the helicopter crashed.

The pilot died. My friend also.

I was left alone. Completely alone
on a deserted island. Alone.

That was before the
hole in your chest right...

Yes... No...
Wait, how could you know that?

We can see. Your shirt�s open.
There�s no hole, that's why.

- Wait. You can see my story?
- Yes, I can see really well.

Not me... I don't see anything
when you tell your story.

Your shirt is blue..
You look tired. I see the beach.

Incredible!
Yes, that's how it happened.

I look tired because I haven't eaten
in 3 days. 3 days of searching.

Do you know what 3 days
without food feels like?

And? Then what?

Then, I was found and rescued. I ate.
Came back to France. End of story.

Alright then.

Just to illustrate you're not
the only one who's hungry, Fugain.

Others have known hunger,
and in much worse conditions.

OK, nice lesson. You know it
also happened to me as a child.

- Not as bad, I think.
- I'd say yes. A bit worse, maybe.

- I was just a kid.
- Hmm?

I'll listen.
You have one minute.

Summer holidays at my uncle's,
in the South. I was around 7.

There was a cute dog I adored.

He was always tied up,
and that made me sad.

So one day, I freed him.

I took the collar off
and he bolted.

I'm not sure why, but rather than
catch him, I tried his collar on.

I can't see when you tell it.
What did you look like?

Just a normal kid.
Nothing special.

When my uncle saw what I did,
he was furious.

As punishment, he left me
tied up there for a week.

By Day 2, I was eating
the dog bowl leftovers.

Then, I was so hungry
that I began to eat dirt.

So I know what it's like
to be really hungry, alright?

You made your story up.

So did you. A desert island?
That's totally fake.

You're right, I was teasing you.
To make up, here's something salted.

- That's nice of you!
- I�m not a monster, Fugain.

- You were hungry, I found you something.
- May I open it?

Sure, it's all yours.

- Yes?
- May I grab my bucket?

- Your bucket?
- I left it here after cleaning.

I stow it in that closet.
May I? I won't stay long.

It's no bother.
We were taking a break.

Say Daniel? Have you ever
been very, very, very hungry?

Hungry?

Yes, like really hungry.

Of course, lots of times in my life.

Right. But extreme hunger,
like just out of control?

I don't know.
It's a strange question.

We were telling hunger stories.
Don't you have one to tell?

No, nothing comes to mind.

But, I'll try to think
of one for next time.

Here we are...enjoy your talk.

He has Alzheimer's. So I test him
to see if he's getting worse, that's why.

What is it? You look pale.

I was warm for a second,
but I'm fine now.

Let's move on. The coffee perked me up.
We were at trip #4.

I'm bleeding.
I cut myself on the oyster shell.

That's not how you eat an oyster.

I'm not used to rocky foods.

OK... Where were we?

When I returned, I saw the open door.

Finally some suspense, Fugain!
Now your story gets interesting.

- Let me guess. A robber?
- I thought so too, but no.

When I saw the empty bed,
I knew right away.

My wife sleepwalks.
She went out while I pretend smoked.

She does that sometimes.

What happens to my husband? I can't
stop thinking about him, that's why.

Listen, stop coming here. It's not right
to see each other in my memories.

- But I need to know! I�m pregnant!
- You'll find out soon enough.

I put her back to bed without
waking her. I turned off the light.

That's trip #5. We're getting there.

Your wife.
Sleepwalking in the night...

That's the most
exciting part so far.

Let's continue. Trip #6?

Not so interesting.
I went down to move my car.

I parked in a daytime space.
So I moved it.

I'll agree, that's of no interest.

Now for #7. The most important.

The one that interests us most.
You have all my attention, Fugain.

So... I put pyjamas on,
and drank some milk.

Next I brushed my teeth.

Then got into bed.

Doesn't toothpaste taste bad
after you drink milk?

- No, not at all.
- Let's move on.

It was too hot to sleep.
I was tossing and turning.

Sorry to interrupt, before you said
it was so cold you could pretend smoke.

- But now it's hot?
- I'd turned on the heating, that's why.

They may seem like dumb questions,
but it's to check out your story.

- So does it make sense?
- Yes, it's fine.

That's when I heard the scream.
Like a mugging.

Uh-huh, that's right. I heard it too.

You heard it?

You don't see when I tell it,
but you can hear it?

Well, now I'm in your memories,
so I can hear and see.

- So you see me doing this?
- Yes. Come on now, don't be crude.

- Alright.
- Please go on, Fugain. Be serious.

- I heard a second scream. More violent.
- Yes, so?

So I went outside
to see what happened.

I grabbed something to defend
myself just in case.

- The iron?
- Sure, that's all I found.

- I put on a jacket and went outside.
- With the iron? - Yes.

So... You leave your building...

And find Chevalet's body,
drenched in blood...

Outside the building.
Right on the pathway.

- That's right.
- OK. Go on.

Like I said earlier, first,
I looked for ID in his wallet.

- Go ahead.
- I put my hand in his jacket.

Found the wallet...

Opened it, found ID,
the name, all of it...

- Then you call for help?
- Yep.

- Go ahead.
- For real? - Yes.

For real? Well, how you remember it...
But go on.

- It's ringing.
- What time was it?

I don't rememb...Hello? Yes?
Thanks for your quick answer.

I'm calling because I found a
dead body in front of my building.

Yes, there is much blood.

I've never seen a dead guy before,
but there's no mistaking it.

No, no, I'm innocent.

I have his ID if that might help.
I can tell you his name.

OK... OK.

- It was a different operator.
- You didn't give the address.

No, he hung up. But the night
it happened, I gave the address.

- Alright, so now you go back upstairs?
- Well yes.

I thought, Do I wait with the body?
Or go back home?

I was tired, so I went back up.

You just called help...then leave
the crime scene to go to bed?

Yes, I was tired.
And he's dead. So I wasn't helping.

My wife might sleepwalk again.
It was getting cold. Yes, I went home.

You were so tired,
that you forgot your iron.

I'll admit,
that wasn't too smart...

Then again, it's not something you
often bring outdoors. So I forgot.

I hear you, Fugain. But you see
how leaving an iron next to a body

with a cracked skull,
could cause confusion, no?

Yes. I do admit.

So I went back to bed, next to
my wife, who was still sleeping.

Then, I heard the sirens.

Then I don't remember.
I suppose I fell asleep.

Are you here?

Am I speaking alone?

Commissioner?

Did you leave?

Am I alone?

Commissioner?

- I'm here.
- Ah. Sorry.

I'm so tired, that's why.

- But we're getting there!
- Sure, but may I go home now?

No.

- No why?
- I changed my mind.

- About what? - I listened to your
story, Fugain. It's too well spun.

My police instinct tells me
it's too well spun. I'm not convinced.

Too well spun? You're kidding, right?

Now you're using expressions wrong.
We say well spun about junkies.

You're still my main suspect.
Let's start from the beginning.

- Seriously? From the beginning?!
- Yes, the beginning.

Is it because of the iron?

The iron, and some other details.
Yes?

Ah Champonin!
You don't often come down here...

I have something for you, that's why.

Autopsy report.

I read the whole thing.
It took me 2 hours and 45 minutes.

It's astonishing.
You'll enjoy it.

The case of the mason
who got cut into pieces?

No, the Chevalet death.

That's my case.
Why did you read my autopsy report?

Because I love them, so there.

I found it, I was curious.
I couldn't stop reading.

Listen to me.
I'll save you some time.

The examiner is 100% certain.
Chevalet was not murdered.

He died from digestive haemorrhage.
Blood on the ground? He threw it up.

The broken skull?
It was from the fall.

There you go! Thank you!
Oh? Alright?

Easy now, Fugain.
What's a digestive...?

A digestive haemorrhage.
Let me break it down.

Chevalet walks in the street.
But suddenly, his belly explodes.

His insides liquify!
Pancreas, intestines, liver...

Everything blows up!
The pressure brings it all up.

Chevalet vomits 3 liters of blood.
All at once! A real geyser.

- That's horrible!
- Sure is. It's all over the street.

Because he steps in it,
he slips on his own blood.

Paf! He falls backwards
and cracks his skull.

- Instant death. End of story.
- Yes, end of story. There.

Well that's...

- You're pranking me!
- Not at all. It's all right there.

So I'm free to go, right?

You should get some sleep, bud.
You could use it.

- Go on.
- What?

- So... I can go, right?
- Yes, but...

How to guess someone
could explode from inside?

Do I seem well spun now?

- I was trusting my instinct. Apologies.
- Hey! Look at this.

- What is it?
- It was on the ground. There.

- What is it?
- An eye.

- An eye?
- Yes, it looks like Philippe's.

- My Philippe?
- Yes, his exact same color.

I'm almost certain it's his.
The same absent stare.

- What?
- This is entirely new, Fugain.

OK, I'll explain everyhting...

- Come on!
- But I'm innocent, right?

Who cares? We're a hit!
Come on!

We're a hit!
A hit!

So the scene begins,
we're saying our lines...

I look over, he's chewing
and eating the hot dog for real.

Disgusting!

So I have to pause,
a long silence while he eats.

- I wait for him to finish.
- That's rough!

I prefer eating for real.
It helps me stay in character.

Sure, we all noticed, you can
only act well while you're eating!

You should eat hot dogs
during the whole show.

How would you do it?
Mime? Pretend you're chewing?

Of course.

Anyhow, the audience
is too far to see anything.

The front row might notice.

No, they're too far away.

I have a method for eating.

I take a real bite,
then quickly spit it...

Discretely throw it to the ground.
People believe I'm really eating.

- That takes just as long...
- No.

It allows you to say your line
with your mouth empty...

You save time from not chewing.
You don't break the rhythm.

- You're saying I broke the rhythm?
- I did lose concentration a little.

Then there's also the risk of burping.

Sure, if you eat onstage,
you might burp.

And no actor I know
wants to burp onstage.

Shit! Bruno Lazare saw the show.
He liked half of it. He wrote it up.

The Figarock critic?
That's great! He's really tough...

He never likes anything.

- I hope he liked the half I was in.
- Asshole.

What did he write?

Well... Half of Keep An Eye Out
is brilliant, the other half is arduous.

What a jerk! It's all arduous and all
brilliant. That's why it's great.

How can he divide it that way?
Where's the middle according to him?

Chill out guys. It's Figarock.
Their reviews put people in the seats.

He uses the word brilliant.
That's what people will remember.

That's brilliant!
Let's toast to that!

- Cheers!
- Cheers to Figarock!

- Cheers to Lazare!
- Cheers!

I just wanted to say, it was
a thrill to participate tonight.

Even if I was hungry during the
whole show. It wasn't easy...um...

I didn't even know I was onstage.

So I...

Thinking about it, I know...
I'll never forget this night.

So thanks all of you!
Because... Thank you.

- Good night!
- Good night, bye!

Good night!

Good night!

Good night!

Good bye!

- Now I don't know what to say.
- Then don't say anything.

Well...yes... Good bye.

- And thank you. It was amazing.
- No, Fugain, unfortunately, no.

Huh?

Don't thank me.
Tomorrow we start over again.

Now it's time for rest
at the station.

- Take him in.
- What the fuck?!

What about the play?

The actors that were here?

Get some rest, Fugain!

At The Station!

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