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Yes?

Oh, my goodness!

What? You weren't consenting?

Shh, we'll discuss it later.

- Is Timothée there? - Why would he be?

Wasn't he protecting you last night?

Put him on, I'll own up. I exploited you, I should resign!

He was here but he left a while ago.

He left? That's not the procedure!

No one's owning up to anything.

You were saying?

I'll pick you up.

Why?

- We have a crime scene... - No, I don't want you to.

Shit, shit.

I have no excuse.

I acted like a predator. I'll accept the consequences.

No, I instigated it.

But I didn't consent to let Gilles find you naked in my bed!

Let's go!

Shit, my ex is here!

Hide in the closet!

Don't move, don't breathe. I'll be right back.

Hey! What a nice surprise!

I thought you were at Ludo's for the weekend.

I forgot my schoolbook.

Of course.

Hi, Morgane.

Have you got an analgesic? Chloé seems hot.

- Great! - No, she has a fever.

- Have you seen my denim jacket? - No!

The weather report says one degree under today.

You'll freeze to death. Find your warm jacket.

So, the analgesics are in the john.

I bet your math book is in the kitchen. Go see.

Are you kidding? Why didn't you get dressed?

I didn't want to make a noise!

Finish up outside.

I'll see you later.

Shit, it's Gilles!

Wow.

This is embarrassing. I think we're in the way, kids.

Let's go.

No, it's just that...

Good luck.

Hello.

- Hi. - Hi, nice to meet you.

Hi, Gilles!

- How's it going? - Good!

Yes, it's Timothée. He's just leaving.

- I'll be off. - Thank you.

- Bye! - See you later.

Yes.

HIP HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

Timothée is taking the piss.

Protecting a colleague doesn't allow you

to wander around naked.

Let's not make a big deal about briefs.

He said he'd left, you might have been walking around naked!

Karadec, yoo-hoo!

We're here!

Death was last night.

He was stabbed twice.

Given the position of the body, he was pushed out of a vehicle.

So far we have no idea of his identity.

No wallet, no phone.

Should we appeal for witnesses?

Maybe we should tell Céline

before he tries climbing into your bed.

- Gilles, I slept with him, OK? - What?

Something wrong?

It's Morgane, she...

Yes, that's right, I've discovered our victim's identity.

Tell anyone and I'll rip your eyes out and stick them up your nose!

Go ahead, Morgane.

So... it's a man.

A white man.

More than that, he has brown hair

and he's around 40 years of age.

Wait...

No, more like 50 years of age.

You know why? Look.

This scar. A smallpox inoculation.

The first ever vaccine invented in the late 18th century

by Edward Jenner.

Doctors used a two-pronged needle that left a scar.

So vaccinations stopped in 1979.

So he was born before that.

OK, anything else?

Anything else?

Yes, look!

Left arm thicker than the right.

Remind you of anyone?

Rafael Nadal.

So your corpse was a top tennis player.

Wait, there's more...

A cork keyring!

Pretty ugly but very practical if you drop your keys in the water.

Ah, memories!

Did I tell you about my fling with a Swedish skipper

when I was a waitress in Le Touquet?

Karl.

He was... well, very handsome for one.

But he had this thing that was really...

I don't know why it didn't work out. Anyway...

This guy had a boat.

I've identified the victim:

Yvan Desfard, 52, a consultant, ranked by...

the French Tennis Federation.

He's had a boating license since 1999

and owns a 45,000-euro cabriolet.

- OK, thanks. - I'll send his address.

So our victim owned a luxury car,

which might explain the carjacking.

Absolutely.

Hello?

Mrs Alvaro. Francine at the crèche.

Your daughter has a fever. She's infecting the other children.

Really? That's a surprise, she was fine this morning.

You need to collect her.

Well, I'll have to find a solution.

As usual!

I'll call you back.

- Is your daughter sick? - No.

If she is, you need to stay home.

She isn't sick, I tell you. Quit freaking out!

Are you sure?

Ludo? It's me.

Could you do me a favor and collect Chloé?

No, I really can't.

- A cough? - I'm at home, I feel ill.

OK, I'll call you back, take care.

- He coughed. - Such a hypochondriac!

No! We have to freeze because you're mentally ill?

Better that than catch your daughter's disease!

Yvan Desfard lived alone here after his divorce.

The boat!

Pretty classy, isn't it?

Perfect for me, don't you think?

What are you doing?

Morgane, get down from there.

I'm looking for clues.

No, get down!

This is MY house! I can do whatever I want!

- Put this vase back! - It was a wedding present!

You've broken in, now put it back.

- This is MY house! - Not anymore!

Hello.

Major Karadec, police. What's going on?

I'm Delphine Lacroix. I live next door, I saw Mrs Desfard

breaking in to steal this.

There goes his vase. He can go to hell too!

You're Yvan Desfard's ex-wife?

May we have a word?

What was your relationship?

With Yvan?

We filed for divorce two years ago.

It was going badly.

He lied to the judge to keep the house.

He wasn't paying alimony for our son.

I decided to take one or two things back.

So you were at loggerheads.

I didn't kill him if that's what you mean.

My son and I hadn't seen him for months.

- Cover your mouth, Morgane. - What?

You can be asymptomatic yet contagious.

Karadec, it's the dust, OK?

Talking of dust... Where was your ex-husband living?

Only there's a nest.

Last year, Elliot was into ornithology.

Her son.

So I had to check out every species in the region.

Now I'm an expert.

Anyway, that's a redstart nest.

They are characterized by

their cave-like nests.

Well protected spaces like that is their thing.

But their egg-laying season was three months ago.

So if the nest is still here, no one was living in the house... see?

Your husband had another address?

No. It makes no sense, all his things are here.

Did he have any enemies?

So you haven't heard about his job?

Excuse me.

In alphabetical order, please. Sylvain Archer... with an A.

Archer? Sylvain Archer?

Yeah, that's me.

ID papers, please.

What the hell's going on?

Daphne summoned everyone with a grudge

against our victim.

Desfard was a cost-killer. He laid off hundreds of people.

Then filter them, Daphne!

These are just the ones who threatened to kill him.

See what I mean?

Mrs Alvaro, it's 1pm, I need you to collect your daughter.

Mrs Alvaro, Francine from the crèche,

Chloe is running 38.5°C. We aren't allowed to administer meds.

There you are. I made you coffee,

I thought that...

Oh dear, you look in a bad way.

If there's anything wrong, I'm here to help.

Look at me. You're not alone anymore.

Yeah, look... Timothée...

Sure, we slept together.

It was very nice.

You thought so? I did too!

Don't interrupt.

We slept together...

but that doesn't mean...

Yvan Desfard, owns a 45,000-euro cabriolet...

Hands in the air!

Face down!

Lie across the hood, hands behind your back!

What do you want?

What, wasn't I clear?

What's going on? I've got things to do.

You hear me? I've been hanging about for an hour.

Your colleague said I could go.

That was before we knew you skinned Yvan Desfard.

What is this bullshit?

Your watch.

Your cabriolet.

Your phone.

It all belonged to Yvan Desfard. We checked.

- Explain yourself. - Now wait.

This is a mistake. It's impossible.

Five years ago, you lost your job thanks to Desfard.

Isn't that right?

Then you took to drinking.

You lost custody of your son.

This man wrecked your life.

You said so in the threatening emails you sent him.

Wait... are you accusing me?

This is ancient history. I did nothing to the guy.

So how come you're in possession of his things?

I was given them.

OK?

I found the cabriolet three weeks ago in my driveway.

The keys were in the ignition.

The phone and watch were in the glove box.

With an unsigned note. "For Mr Archer."

I've never had many gifts

so I took them.

That's the truth.

You expect me to believe

that these things ended up outside your house by chance?

Yep.

His story doesn't hold up.

He finds a cabriolet and takes it without question.

You'd have to be dumb to go to the cops in a stolen car.

Yeah, true. Did you contact the victim's office?

Yes, they called back. Yvan resigned six months ago.

Really?

Resigned to go where?

We need to find out more about his reasons

and the situation...

Timothée?

...concerning our investigation...

Sorry, I tried to calm her down...

My honey is here!

You're really taking the piss!

It's crazy, they found asbestos at the crèche!

Here we go!

No, safety first!

Don't take me for a mug! Her nose is runny!

- What's that I hear? - Celine...

My princess!

Yeah, she's the princess, so there!

Are you poorly?

You're taking good care of her?

You haven't seen her in ages, have you?

Any news?

Daphne is with the tech guys.

They've studied the cabriolet GPS data.

Before Sylvain Archer's place, it was stationary for six months.

Where?

You have reached your destination.

Where the hell has Daphne sent us?

There's nothing here.

Hear that, Kara?

Crikey... look!

We're on Mars!

Fuck, there's a guru!

Namaste.

Welcome to the Om Shanti ashram.

I'm Martin, may I help you?

Yes.

Major Karadec, Lille Police.

We're looking for information on a man named Yvan Desfard.

Do you know him?

No, sorry.

Recognize him?

Anutapa!

Anu-what?

Anutapa.

Karadec, our victim is here.

He lived in a sect.

That's wild!

Ask Daphne to check out the ashram.

OK, I'll get onto it.

Any news?

Yes, the Major says Timothée changed his life.

Timothée?

Yvan! Yvan Desfard, our victim.

He was with Morgane. No, an ashram!

You're acting weird, Gilles.

Not at all.

Creepy even.

Creepy? No.

You're sweating.

Oh? Well, I just found out

that our victim was copulating - no, meditating! -

in secret.

Sometimes you lose sense of...

- Yeah. - See you later.

See you.

Anutapa joined us six months ago.

He was lost and directionless

but he followed our guide and found the light.

Your guide?

Arun.

From Calcutta. His father was a great spiritual leader, a swami.

He set up this ashram to pass on his ancestral wisdom.

Morgane?

Bravo, that isn't easy.

May we speak with your guide?

Not right now, he's meditating.

We're very busy.

Excuse me, Master, the police want to see you about Anutapa.

You found this lost soul.

Yes, on the tarmac.

This is where he stayed.

Where are his things?

Material possessions are a curse on society.

Anutapa had pained the soul of many.

Asceticism helped him find silence.

Anutapa.

Is that a name you gave him?

We chose it together.

It means "reformed man".

We're tracing his final days.

When did you last see him?

Half a moon ago. He left and never returned.

A fortnight, then.

Hey, what's this?

Our accounts.

Each contributes to community life

the way they choose.

Yvan wanted to use his knowledge of figures

to help us.

These letters...

S - work, A - the heart, X - the flesh.

What does it signify?

The letters represent three people Anutapa had hurt a lot.

In recent months he sought redemption with them,

on my advice.

Who are these people?

S would be Sylvain Archer, the guy he gave his car to.

Work. It fits.

For the heart...

We have an idea, right?

Your divorce papers. According to your husband's lawyer,

he signed them five days ago.

He leaves everything to you:

the shares in his company, his life insurance,

his property... everything.

I don't get it.

He didn't give an inch for two years. Why now?

Your ex-husband joined an ashram.

We gather he decided to make amends with three people from his former life.

Their initials are S, for Sylvain Archer.

A worker whose career he ruined.

A, for the heart. That's you - Alysson.

We want to identify the third initial: X, "the flesh".

Ring any bells?

Sorry, Chloé is becoming impossible.

I think she needs to go to bed.

Sure, here.

You need to push hard, the lock sticks.

Don't forget her soft toy.

The flesh. One of his mistresses.

Good luck with finding which one.

Mom... please.

Thomas, does X

bring anyone to mind?

That bracelet... Lots of people wear one at the ashram.

Did your father give it to you?

We met in a café two weeks ago but he didn't talk about that.

What?

He asked me not to tell you, he knew you wouldn't approve.

You lied to me? After everything that bastard did to us?

Don't criticize him!

He wanted to change, you didn't give him a chance.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

We need to identify this X.

If Yvan had hurt them, they had a motive.

Celine... are you OK?

Yes, why?

You don't look well.

I feel a bit off color but go ahead, I'm listening.

What? She's a bit run down, it happens!

Sorry Chief, I don't feel so good. Is it all right if I go home

to my bed?

Go ahead.

Don't look at me like that.

It's flu season!

Morgane, you're irresponsible.

If your daughter is sick tomorrow, stay home.

I want no outbreaks here.

Céline.

Céline?

She'll soon perk up

after a nap.

Mom, I'm asking a favor of you.

But you only send me Chloé when she's ill.

No, I don't only send her to you when she's ill.

But it's because she's ill that the crèche won't take her.

Do you see?

Can't you take a day off rather than put me at risk?

You know what? Skip it. Bye!

For fuck's sake.

Something smells good.

- Hi, Mom. - OK?

How's my mermaid?

So is Chloé OK?

Yeah, she ate well.

Then threw up all over me. But she's in bed now.

Anyway,

thanks for babysitting today.

Hi, Mom.

You really saved me.

Say, this guy Timothée...

I know, he's like a leech but don't worry,

I'm about to ditch him.

Don't you dare, Mom!

Look.

He's repaired...

You repaired the dishwasher?

Yeah, a temporary solution. You need to be careful opening it.

Plus he changed the bulb in the fridge,

defrosted the vegetable rack

and washed our T-shirts by hand so they won't shrink.

So either you sleep with him again or I will.

Wait, are you serious?

Yes!

Sorry, I've made a mess. I'll tidy up once I've finished dinner.

Look, Timothée...

Did I put too much garlic in?

Fuck, that's good!

Can I stay tonight?

If Chloé wakes up, I can help out.

Well...

That would have been fine but no.

Because...

Did I tell you how amazing you were today?

Believe me, you've been absolutely amazing.

There, I've said it.

But now...

Timothée, we have to stop this.

Me and you together... it's ridiculous.

Ridiculous. Which isn't your fault at all.

But it isn't mine either, Timothée.

It's life, it's society, it's the people

who reject this association.

Think about it.

I'm your colleague, your superior almost.

It's unethical. Do you understand?

I have three kids!

Right now you think that's nice

but you'll soon get sick of it.

Do you see?

You deserve better, don't you think?

I know you deserve better.

Here, give me that.

Thanks.

Let me take it off you.

But as I said, you've been wonderful.

No worries.

You're a great guy.

I'll get going.

You'll thank me for it.

You don't realize it but I hate doing this.

Don't be mad at me.

Something stinks.

What's that smell?

An infusion of thyme and camphor.

Morgane has infected half the team with flu.

I'm boosting my immune system.

You two were meant for each other.

Any news about Roxane's interview?

It went really well.

So she's moving to Paris?

That's the idea.

You don't mind?

No, it's a great opportunity. I'm pleased for her.

That's great, then.

My nose feel stuffy.

Do I look pale?

I'll sleep at Mom's.

I can tell you're going to be a drag for a day or two.

OK.

Can you hear me?

Where is everybody?

We see you, Céline.

Gilles, you think you're on vacation?

Sorry, my nieces reset the background, I don't know how to change it.

The icon, bottom left.

You boomer, you!

Let's get started now, please.

How's the search for the mysterious X coming along?

Not much to report.

We've contacted Yvan's acquaintances whose names begin with X.

There aren't many, we have no leads.

Daphne, switch your mic off, there's an echo.

It isn't mine.

Why aren't you two on the same computer?

It's the Major's potions, they make me

feel a bit sick.

They smell awful.

I've talked to ten Xaviers,

two Xiaos and a Xena but nothing doing.

I think maybe I need an update.

Celine, is there any coffee left?

Yes, on the table.

Sorry, as I'm ill,

Judge Caron has come over to work on a case.

Give me a moment, I'll be right back.

Your pants are in the bathroom.

Chief...

you haven't switched off.

Shit, this thing keeps bugging out!

The Judge took his pants off to remove a stain and...

Anyway, I'm entitled to a private life!

It's 11am, where's Morgane?

She was looking for someone to look after Chloé.

What brings you here?

You wanted to get to know your grandchildren?

Well, let's start today. Chloé...

This is your grandfather. Serge... Chloé.

Her things are in here. Keep her alive till tonight.

Then maybe I'll let you meet her big brother.

- What time do I bring her back? - 7pm.

7pm!

She's a bit sick, so if she throws up on you,

tell yourself you earned it.

Who has the code for the pro account? This thing keeps cutting out!

OK... it isn't an X, it's a cross!

Morgane. Social distancing!

That X in the notebook. It's a cross.

American-style, like in the States!

- You haven't been to California? - Not yet.

Bunch of losers!

Neither have I.

If you ever watched Beverly Hills, you'd know

that XING is on every street corner:

XING, XING, XING!

Only it isn't pronounced XING.

- No, it's pronounced - CROSSING.

It's the sign of a cross in English.

So cross is croix in French.

X is an abbreviation.

Yvan did the same thing.

He put an X to signify a croix.

Or to be precise LACROIX.

Delphine Lacroix,

the neighbor arguing with his ex.

- OK? - So it's her.

What was on the neighbor's car? Honestly, Karadec!

You don't observe what's going on around you!

It's crazy!

She had a "disabled" badge.

I checked on social media

and guess what, her 12-year-old daughter

became disabled six months ago.

Nasty business.

The kid was hit by a boat when she was swimming in the lake.

Broke her backbone. Awful.

Daphne... what do we have on the girl?

Not much.

Hit and run, the perpetrator was never found.

This was March 16,

just three days before Yvan resigned to join the ashram.

So... shall we interview her?

It was six months ago.

Some walkers found Victoria at the lakeside.

She was in a coma for three days, then when she finally came round...

the doctors told me she'd never walk again.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry about what happened to your daughter.

How were relations with your neighbor?

Yvan?

Good.

Your bank account shows regular cash deposits,

separate from your income.

Was the money from Yvan?

Yes, he was touched by Victoria's plight.

With the medical costs and upgrades on the house, I was struggling

so he offered to help.

I should have told you.

I was afraid I'd have to give back the money

and my daughter needs a new wheelchair.

Mrs Lacroix...

You must be aware that Yvan owned a boat.

Our technical team has examined it.

There are impact marks on the hull.

What?

Yvan was responsible for your daughter's accident.

It was him who hit her.

He wasn't so selfless.

No, it isn't possible, he couldn't have.

- What happened two days ago? - Nothing.

He told you the truth and you wanted revenge?

No, everyone around the lake has a boat, not just him.

The day of the murder, your diary says "Yvan".

I was meant to see him, he called me for a dinner date.

He had something important to tell me.

You saw him the night of the murder and he told you the truth.

No, I waited at the restaurant. He didn't come.

I didn't do anything, I swear.

It wasn't me who killed him.

We'll call them to check. Meanwhile you'll be held

as part of the investigation into Yvan Desfard's murder.

It's small.

One soup spoon every two hours, it says here.

It's upside down.

Or a coffee spoon?

No, two COFFEE spoons.

- Did I say soup? - Yes!

Same thing.

Not at all. I've had her since birth,

I know my stuff.

Henri! Why are you here?

I came for the rent.

Then I found this old crank poisoning my Chloé!

- She's my granddaughter, so shut up. - Excuse me?

Shut up I said! This stuff worked miracles on my chronic bronchitis.

It says on the label it's for adults!

You just lower the dose.

Chloé, honey, are you OK?

In our family, when a child is sick,

you put an onion under the mattress.

- An onion! - Under the mattress, all night long.

Then they're cured.

It says that for A-type flu, the virus can't survive 60°C.

She should sleep under the halogen lamp.

No!

No meds, onions, or fatal doses of UV for my daughter!

Hi, I'm home. What's for dinner?

What's he doing here?

Hey, is that any way to talk to your grandfather?

Charming! Just 'cause I didn't wish her happy birthday...

I understand.

And maybe because you protected the guy who killed my dad.

Well, her father...

Is dead and buried because of you. Period!

- All right. - Enough!

The good news is, Chloé's fever is gone.

So I won't be needing you tomorrow.

So tomorrow I'm free all day?

Great. Well....

I'm glad she's better.

Sure you are.

Anyway I wanted to ask you...

Shouldn't you clarify things with Théa about Romain?

Stay out of it, OK?

He left because he didn't want her. Does she need to know?

"Ignorance is a necessary condition

"of human happiness."

Anatole France.

He's stupid.

I followed his advice, I didn't tell the truth about Romain.

And here we are, both of us,

completely stupid.

Well, anyway...

No, don't touch that.

What kind of scam is this?

Only you're getting burned

if you don't respect Benford's law.

It isn't mine,

it's from an ashram we're investigating.

These figures are fake.

How so?

- Shall I explain? - Go on.

Take the first figure on the left. 1, 2, 3, whatever it is.

Statistically

you'd think the figures 1 to 9 occur with the same frequency.

It's mathematical.

- You agree? - Well, yes.

Wrong!

In 1938, an engineer named Benford

collected real-life figures:

stock values, sports results, beer prices, etc.

He noticed that in actual fact

the distribution of figures

is not even. On the contrary.

For example the figure 1

appears around one-third of the time, 2 one-sixth, 3 one-eighth, etc.

Right up to the figure 9,

which appears less than one-twentieth of the time.

Your accounts have as many 9s,

8s and 6s as 3s, 2s and 1s.

So...

- They're fake. - Yes!

- Totally made up. - Yep.

Is police work lucrative?

To be honest, I think it's something...

I might be cut out for.

What do you think?

Fuck!

What?

Breathe in and out, through the nose.

Ujjayi breathing.

Good.

There.

That's good.

New connection. Morgane Alvaro connected.

Move it, Karadec! Are you asleep?

Aha! So, is this how you meditate?

How did you get in?

We avoided your doorman.

Not now, he's meditating.

You clown!

Well, we're very busy.

It turns out that material possessions

aren't such a curse after all.

No, the video game is...

Don't waste your breath, Jafar, I see right through you.

You know why?

Because you eat with your left hand, dummy!

If you want to play Hindu, try Googling it first!

Indians eat with the right hand.

The left hand is impure,

used only for washing and hygiene.

Know what I mean.

Not for eating. You're no more Hindu than I am.

You do have business sense, though.

Your spiritual retreats seem pretty lucrative.

Did donations from lost souls pay for all this?

Morgane...

Yvan saw the accounts and had you figured.

I don't feel so good.

Take him away, Karadec, because all this...

Solar temple, Sect and Co... Kara?

Sir, are you OK?

Don't touch him!

Karadec?

Stay back.

Kara? Don't mess around, Karadec.

Come on, Kara.

I can't...

Kara?

Kara?

Kara.

About time!

Morgane?

- Yes. - Where are we?

Your place. Don't you remember?

You passed out and left me to deal

with the ashram nutjobs.

You were running a 40°C fever,

you needed cooling down. How is it now?

Say "Aaah".

Whose is that?

Chloé's.

Jeez, 39.2°C. Not much lower.

These things aren't so accurate in the mouth.

You gave me such a fright.

It's about time you came round.

We've got our work cut out.

I was thinking, when we grill the guru,

we should do a good cop/bad cop routine.

I warm him up, get him on the ropes...

Then you turn up... BANG!

You calm me down, so he trusts you. Then the deathblow:

we hit him with the scam.

What do you reckon?

Yeah, good cop/bad cop.

OK. Anyway, it can wait till tomorrow.

I've left you some Paracetamol.

Get some rest. See you tomorrow.

Where are you going?

Home. Dad has the kids, I need to get back.

Roxane will be here soon.

She's in Paris.

Oh?

You know what? I'll wait five minutes till you're asleep.

How does that sound?

So, Mr Fakir, not so full of yourself now, are you?

What are you doing with my suspect?

The Major said you'd want to do the interview

and on no account should I let you.

Daphne, don't leave Morgane

alone with the suspect.

OK.

But that was before we talked.

Later, he said himself that I was best qualified to do it.

She'll say I agreed to it but I didn't.

He's under medication...

Is there a problem?

Yes, there is. And guess what, you're the problem!

Morgane, you're not authorized to handle interviews.

With no Chief, no Major, the most senior person here...

is me. Now please leave!

You're not throwing me out, I'm leaving.

Get out!

And don't slam the door!

Right, carrying on...

Contrary to what you told...

So, carrying on... No! Carrying on...

Everything is fine, I'm here.

Adam, are you OK?

How do you feel?

Roxane?

Morgane called me, I took the first train.

Contrary to what you told your followers,

you are Moroccan and have never set foot in India.

OK, so I lied about my background. People always think I'm Indian.

You killed Yvan because he had you figured!

- No! - Admit it!

Morgane, this is my interview

so I ask the questions!

Your presence here is tolerated.

YOUR interview?

If not for me you'd have no one to interview!

So hard luck!

How do you think we coped for six months in your absence? It was great.

Great was it? So why did you blubber to get me back?

No one blubbered. We voted and it was close!

Close? So let's hear it, who voted against me?

This should be funny.

Marine from Accounts...

Oh, come on! She never says a word!

Marine from Accounts is nice.

She eats yogurt.

- And Didier, head of Maintenance. - Washout.

Didier's lovely! Every day he brings his dog.

Sure, lovely old Didier. He brings his dog too!

- And Céline... - What about her?

She was lukewarm.

Céline? You're saying she was lukewarm

about having me back?

What?!

I'll tell you everything.

Just shut up!

You're right, I pretended to be a guru

to rip those assholes off and Yvan figured me out.

I've cracked, I own up to everything.

But I didn't kill him, OK?

He was going to expose you and you let him leave.

With a kiss... Bye!

I offered to go 50-50.

He bust my balls about karma.

I had no choice.

I said that if he fingered me,

I'd finger him about the disabled kid.

You threatened to tell Delphine Lacroix?

Only it didn't work.

He said I was right.

He couldn't ask me to come clean unless he did too.

So he booked a table for three

and called the girl's mother.

- No, a table for two. - For three.

I remember. It was three.

Can you check if Delphine took along her daughter?

No, she had a babysitter. I've interviewed her.

Why?

Oh, that's been bothering me all along!

I didn't know what to make of it.

Yvan's boat had marks on it,

the type left by shoes with black rubber soles.

As any sailor knows, on a boat you either go barefoot

or wear shoes with white soles.

- You know how I know? - How?

Karl!

Karl?

Karl, the Swedish skipper. Didn't I mention him?

Ah, the skipper.

Ah, Karl. He had this thing...

Morgane...

Anyway, Yvan...

Yvan knew and wore shoes with white soles.

So...

he wasn't on board the day of the accident.

So who was?

Someone who left something behind:

an elastic band on the throttle.

It wasn't Yvan who hit the girl,

it was his son, Thomas.

I bet it's why Yvan wanted to change his life.

Overcome by guilt, he recently decided to own up

to the girl's mother. That's why he booked a table for three.

He wanted his son to come clean. Thomas killed him... I'll call the DA.

No, stop, it doesn't hold up.

Thomas was close to his father. He'd never have killed him.

Yvan's body was thrown from a car in the middle of nowhere

and Thomas doesn't drive, so...

- I don't call the DA? - No.

But someone else would do anything to protect Thomas.

Hey, Chief!

What's going on?

We wanted somewhere quiet to think.

We should go now.

Yeah, let's go!

We've found the murderer, though.

It's a she.

Yvan was looking after Thomas that weekend.

He spent the weekend working, as usual.

Too busy cutting heads off

to spend an hour with his son.

So Thomas tried to keep himself busy.

He took his father's boat and hit a swimmer.

They didn't even tell me.

When he got home...

I could see he was upset.

I thought he was just hurt by his father's attitude.

It's the last time he spent a weekend there.

Only they met up secretly.

Yvan wanted to come clean and urged your son to do the same.

He came round for him two days ago.

He told me everything.

He wanted Thomas to apologize and confess.

He was going to destroy our son's life to ease his own conscience.

I couldn't let him do it.

I swear, that bug Morgane gave us was so virulent.

For 24 hours,

I was aching all over, sweating, shivering...

It's crazy, everyone here caught it. Except me.

Yeah.

Timothée didn't get it either.

That's right.

It's crazy.

So it wasn't an STD.

What?

Not an STD?

A sexually transmitted disease.

I know what an STD is.

No, only our team isn't the type that...

you know, sleeps around, this way and that...

I mean within the group, we never sleep with each other.

So it's more a case of droplets, full of virus...

Gilles, supposing you knew

that Timothée was sleeping with someone in the office

- heaven forbid! - you'd tell me.

No, not Timothée!

You wouldn't tell me?

He's like a fourteen-year-old!

Who? Gilles... who is Timothée sleeping with?

Gilles, who!

Nobody!

With who?!

With me!

We're sleeping together.

Yeah?

Wow.

You're perfect for each other.

I'm so pleased. That's great!

It wasn't planned.

No, I can imagine.

Is he a good kisser?

Yes.

Actually, now you say it, it's obvious!

Here.

Thanks.

Céline said you should rest up tomorrow.

They solved the case and found the killer.

Aren't you going to ask who it is?

I'm going to call a doctor.

You're worrying me.

Please don't go.

I'll be in the lounge.

No, don't go, not to the lounge, not to Paris.

Stay here, move in with me.

Adam, I can't, your brother lives here.

He'll agree, he wants to live nearer the center.

I know it's a lot to ask

but I don't want to live far away from you.

Timothée, why are you here?

You're perfect, Morgane!

We're colleagues,

you have children, you're older than me.

All that is true.

But you're sensitive...

beautiful...

bubbly... courageous...

I'd be a fool to think I could do better.

I don't care if you think you're not good enough for me.

Wait, no... Let me take them off.

Wait.

You said I was bubbly.

Like a glass of champagne.

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