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Boiler repaired

So when will you ditch him?

That leech of yours!

I liked having him here to repair stuff but now he needs to go.

You're a pain in the ass!

He's crazy about me. What can I do?

He thinks I'm bubbly.

I can't help it.

How many guys do you know

who can cook AND repair a boiler?

Eliott, take your hat off, it's 19°C.

It's not to keep warm.

It's for the flow.

We're so happy, he got 15/20! Chocolate for the math king.

Blackberry and banana for the princess.

By the way...

Here.

I couldn't bear all those holes in your T-shirt.

Just remember, never open the dishwasher while it's running

or it drenches everything.

Still there?

Morgane's fine. She works a lot but she's happy.

OK, he's a bit overeager

but he knows none of this is serious.

We're not trying yet, it's only been two months!

Anyway, must go now!

Take care. Lots of love.

My mom... She sends her love.

Yes, Gilles? So...

Who's dead now?

Parc de la Citadelle?

Wait, my car's still at the garage.

But I may have a solution.

I'll call you back.

Say, have you got a spare helmet?

Have a good day, my mermaid.

For fuck's sake...

HIP HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

A walker found the body this morning near the pond.

Our victim is Adele Mercier, 37.

Married, mother of an 8-year-old girl.

Maybe she forgot to duck!

DUCKING COLD

I just meant it as...

well, a joke.

What do we have, Doctor?

Shot in the head, point blank.

No signs of a struggle.

Scar on the right wrist where a tattoo has been removed.

Now what do we have here?

A long blond hair.

I think we have our killer's DNA.

Probably there since the quack of dawn.

A bullet in the head is a cold-blooded execution.

What did she do for a living?

A housewife, married to a swimming teacher.

Not the type to duck and dive.

Actually, no, Gilles.

The mother of an 8-year-old is dead. Show some respect.

Yes, sorry.

Technically speaking, they're mallards.

Don't you start.

Are you an ornithologist or a pathologist?

Skip it and tell us when she died.

Morgane?

Come with me, we'll interview the victim's husband.

Well, they're mallards.

How am I going to tell my daughter?

She's only just turned 8.

I'm sorry.

Did your wife have any enemies?

No, on the contrary, she got along with everyone.

Had she been different or anxious recently?

No, she's been behaving normally.

I don't get it.

Now what do we have here? A long blond hair.

The guy said he's from the police.

Here about Adele?

I bet it's the style police, here to bang them up

for the color of their swimsuits!

That awful black!

A crime against humanity. Seriously.

Black's slimming.

Yes but they're little girls.

Some of them are chubby.

I can't stand those swimsuits.

No, no, no.

I just can't.

Awful!

Sorry to ask but it looks like some kind of revenge killing.

Was your wife in any trouble?

Maybe money problems led her into bad company?

No.

She spent her days here with me, at the club.

Our daughter is an Olympic hopeful.

It's a big investment for us.

Warm up the DNA machine,

I have three suspects!

This pool is a nest of vipers.

- Who does she think she is? - I hate her!

With all that bitching, I'm surprised the mothers

haven't already killed each other off.

So, Suspect No.1.

Melissa.

Mother of Lola, who had a run in with Adele

about the color of the costumes.

Melissa wanted pink, Adele wanted black.

Big deal!

Hope she goes to Hell!

They decided to have a vote

but crafty Adele fixed it

so the vote was held on the day Melissa took her daughter

to the orthodontist.

Result? Black won the day!

Then it was war.

I know it's not much of a motive

but parents are more mental than you think!

This'll only take a minute.

Now for Suspect No.2

Victoire's mother.

She and our victim fell out...

Psychopath!

...after the local newspaper did a report

on the Olympic hopefuls.

They picked out a photo of Victoire to illustrate the article.

Except Adele pulled a few strings

to get them to change their minds and use a photo

of her daughter instead, so Victoire's mom

kicked up a big fuss and in the end,

they used Victoire's photo.

Suspect No.3, who I take most seriously:

Gilbert, trainer of the baby seals.

I'm a collector. Let me explain.

Since Adele had the cleaning guy fired,

he's had to put all the gear away after training,

which isn't his job.

I'm sick of collecting floaties!

So he resented her.

Can you use ass hairs in a DNA test?

Did your wife have anyone sacked?

Yes, we hired a cleaning guy three weeks ago.

Adele caught him prowling around the lockers

and realized he'd stolen her bag, so...

So?

We fired him, she was meant to see the police about him tomorrow.

What's his name?

Brice Diallo.

You think maybe he wanted to stop her

from reporting him?

I meant to say... About what you saw earlier...

No need to justify yourself, you can do as you please.

I must admit,

if I'm being honest, I'd never have guessed Timothée.

- Really? - No.

Why not? He's perfect.

He's attentive, sweet,

extremely vigorous...

Plus he thinks I'm bubbly.

What more could you ask for?

I'm sure he's perfect, I'm happy for you.

Well, thank you.

New message

from Roxane. Would you like to read it?

No.

Message received at 11.32.

Roxane says: How about a raclette for the housewarming?

Veggie version for you of course. What do you think?

Heart emoji, kiss emoji.

A housewarming?

Yes.

Roxane moved in last week.

We're having a dinner for the whole team.

That's great. Congratulations.

Naturally we hope you can come.

Thank you.

Timothée too. If you want to make it official.

Bigtime!

We're keen to make it official, so that's perfect.

We were all ready to do it

so... let's go!

Great! I'll see you both there.

We'll be delighted.

Great.

- Brice Diallo? - Yes.

Hi, Major Karadec, Lille Police.

Come with us, we need to ask you about Adele Mercier.

This bag thing again?

I told the police, I never worked at the pool.

Show me your hands!

It's a mistake, I'm a heating engineer.

Show me your hands, I said!

The card is in my wallet.

Morgane, can you check?

I can confirm it's a heating engineer's card.

Brice, what's going on?

Stop! He was at the crime scene!

Shot in the head, point blank.

No signs of a struggle...

Hands on your head.

Can I get dressed?

We showed your photo at the pool.

They recognized you as Brice Diallo, your brother.

I'm staying with him, I picked up his ID by mistake.

By mistake.

Nothing to do with your being an ex-con?

Eight years for criminal arms trafficking.

I knew I'd never get hired under my true identity.

People like me aren't wanted in the job market.

Especially if we add theft to your CV.

Looks familiar?

Adele Mercier's bag. It was with your things.

It's like mine, I picked up the wrong one.

Very funny.

A woman who was about to testify against you

gets a bullet in the head,

then you're spotted at the crime scene a little later.

I was jogging.

Where were you between 5am and 7am?

I don't remember.

Sorry.

Wasn't eight years enough?

Gilles... Gilles!

See that?

He keeps taking Morgane coffee

so he can walk past your desk.

So sweet!

I wasn't very clear the other day. When I said we'd slept together,

I meant we'd EATEN together.

At an Afghan restaurant, with our hands.

There were sofas, tapestries... We were...

Gilles, have you been harassed?

- Is that it? - No, not at all!

It's Thierry, right? He's obviously homophobic.

- Should I get him fired? - Fired?

Definitely not!

Yes, but no...

Look, I don't care what your oenologist friend says!

A raclette needs white wine! Now let me handle it.

So, this suspect of yours?

The Major has remanded him in custody but he denies everything.

And the hair found on the body?

No matches on the national DNA database.

We're dong an extended Europe-wide search.

Ta-dah!

This is the DNA of all the blond suspects around our victim.

- Who do I give it to? - Morgane...

I'll see to it.

Morgane, may I have a private word with you?

Sure.

Ow, you're hurting my arm!

You're odd.

Awful, isn't it?

Put it though the shredder before IGPN finds it.

Come in here.

This can't go on!

Your affair with Timothée puts me in an impossible situation.

I can't keep covering for you!

Well, I'm making it official so you won't have to lie.

Wait, official how? What do I tell Daphne?

She's expecting a wedding invitation!

Shit, that's annoying!

Say, what happens...

to stolen objects we helped find, once a case is closed?

Do we get first dibs on them?

You have an unhealthy relationship with the truth.

Even my shrink says so!

I mean, for a formal occasion...

It's hard to be your friend. That hasn't even been examined yet.

It'll just go to waste.

- Stop it! - For a funeral...

You're a pain! Now look what you've done!

What's that?

Look, it has a secret compartment.

I think it's money!

This isn't allowed!

Wait, what have we got here?

Emma Dubois and Madeleine Dubois.

Our victim and her daughter under different names.

Our victim's name is Adele Mercier.

Our victim was about to hightail it.

We found two fake passports:

one for your wife, one for your daughter.

I don't understand.

What was Adele doing with those?

You didn't know?

Of course not.

Had you fallen out with your wife?

No, things were fine.

Sure?

Of course, she was my fucking wife!

We examined your wife's fake passport.

She used it regularly to book a hotel room in Avelin.

A hotel?

I don't understand.

Mr Mercier.

We think your wife had a lover and intended to leave you.

This was in the closet.

It's my gun, it isn't what you think.

What's it doing here?

Adele asked me to buy it, she was afraid of burglars.

I have a license.

We'll check.

What's the code?

1985.

But it was there last time I...

It's a mistake.

Where is it?

I assure you, I haven't touched it.

Mr Mercier,

you'll be held as part of our investigation.

Now come with us.

Knowing his wife will leave him for her lover,

he buys a gun, then kills her.

It works but we need to find a lover.

Daphne has examined all the videos

from the hotel but failed to identify Adele's rendezvous.

She arrived and left alone.

If anyone joined her, it isn't on video.

So our theory relies on a lover whose existence we can't even prove.

Precisely. The question is: what was she doing in that room?

- Anything on that hair we found? - Yes and no.

From the European database, Gilles has a match with a woman

arrested in the UK with cannabis en 2013.

A match? That's great!

Only she's a tourist from New Delhi

who hasn't been to Europe since 2015.

New Delhi?

Hey!

Sorry to bother you but my bank just called.

Apparently I'm 800 euros overdrawn.

Shit! Goodness, that's a drag.

There's a big payment the day you had my card for pizzas.

I figure it must be a mistake.

Keep the husband till we have more info.

What about the cleaning guy from the pool?

Adam?

Do we release the cleaning guy who stole the handbag?

No, we'll keep him. An ex-con who went down for gunrunning.

He has no alibi, we can't take any risks.

As you please.

EnglossAuto, 1500 euros?

Ah, no!

That's my car repair guy.

He's right by the pizza van so I popped in

to pay him.

- Great. - Don't worry, I'll pay you back.

- Of course! - Sure.

No, it's just... wait...

Mom, I can't chat,

I'm at the office.

Give her my regards.

- Wait, what? - Hello, ma'am!

Stop shouting... Eliot? What are you talking about?

Cancer...

What cancer?

I've seen the video!

What cancer?

Finding out on social media that my grandson is dying!

Family emergency. Can you take me home, please?

This American therapy has given me hope.

Every euro donated can save me and ensure my recovery.

Wait, let's try that again.

- Wasn't it good? - It was rubbish.

You need to be a bit more... emotional.

Louder?

No, it's a combination of hope - he needs money -

and fear because the kid's really scared.

The real problem is your scam.

American therapy? Is that the best you can do?

Say Didier Raoult developed it. That'll get you hits.

Hey, I've been doing this for 50 years, I know what works.

You know what I mean?

So how come you're here 24/7, not in your villa in the Bahamas?

Let's try it again.

- Is that necessary? - Yeah, sweat.

It looks good. Try it again.

I need 7000 euros...

- You can hardly hear the 7000. - I need 7000!

7000 euros!

No, this isn't working.

Morgane! We didn't notice the time, we're doing revision.

Revising like crazy.

Wait, let me explain. Eliott is preparing

a brilliant presentation on Buddhism. Right?

Hi, this is Eliott's mom.

Eliott's dead, the appeal is closed.

If you need a refund, contact our treasurer,

Serge Alvaro, on 06 24 72 29 00.

Take care!

Love-love! OK, no more babysitting.

It was his idea. Kids are so imaginative!

I just went along with it.

Not very smart, but hey.

Everything OK?

Serge.

Serge!

Serge... Serge!

I'll be frank with you.

Your daughter is sorting out her life.

You're not helping. I know you're fond of her.

In which case you need to cut out the mischief

and get your act together, OK?

What's wrong?

May I give you some advice?

Better get used to the bullshit.

And don't worry about me and my daughter.

We're much more alike than you think.

Now off you go. Have a nice evening, kid.

Yes, Mom.

I know but I wouldn't ask you if...

I only ask because I really need it.

It's just to avoid bank charges and...

Thea, can you get some milk, please?

Someone put an empty bottle in the fridge.

I'm on my homework. Sorry.

I know, I'm only asking...

Yes, Mom... Eliott!

No, no!

No!

Sorry, I thought you repaired it.

I keep telling you.

Anyway, no matter.

Sorry, Mom, go on, I'm listening.

No, not you, your name isn't Eliott.

Don't cry, and stop worrying!

Anyway I get my wages on the 30th.

Power cut!

Shit.

What's that extension?

It goes to the neighbor's.

Is it you who's been stealing my electricity for three months?

No.

Fuck, who cut the neighbor's power?

I'm just out of the bath, I'm freezing!

Did you see Timothée?

Wait. Sorry, could we...

He's been beaten up by Thierry! I should have acted sooner.

It could be anything: a door, an animal...

Even an allergy.

Gilles, don't be intimidated.

Shame must change sides!

We'll respond.

What's going on? Who's that?

The woman whose DNA matches the hair found on the body.

But she lives in India

and has never been to France.

Namaste!

Wait!

Your hair. Did you cut it?

OK, I get it now. Take care.

Goodbye!

OK, we were wrong, the hair...

wasn't Adele's murderer's but one of our Indian lady's.

She did what Hindu pilgrims do and shaved off her hair

as an offering to the gods.

Shiva doesn't need all that hair so the guys who work in the temples

collect the hair and sell it all over the world

for a fortune, to make...

Wigs!

That's right.

Dark hair is dyed blond.

So it isn't a lover we're looking for in the hotel videos.

It's Adele as a blond!

She took a hotel room to transform herself

and immediately re-emerge.

Crikey. She's a spy.

Our victim was a spy!

Maybe there's a KGB post opposite the hotel.

RETIREMENT HOME

Hello.

A nest of spies, you say?

When you think about it,

a hospice is really good cover.

Morgane, I doubt our victim worked as a spy,

never mind for the KGB, which hasn't existed since 1991.

Yeah, well...

Well what?

Yeah, yeah, but no.

I showed my colleagues your photo.

She comes here often to see Mrs Mauras in room 106.

I bet you anything it's her contact agent.

Come on, Karadec!

That way? Thanks.

Mrs Mauras? It seems this person visits you here regularly.

- Do you recognize her? - No.

I've never seen her before.

Are you sure?

Adele Mercier.

Is the name familiar?

Excuse me, Ma'am.

Morgane?

Morgane.

What are you doing?

Speaking Russian to her, trying to get a breakthrough.

See?

You asked her where you could buy some donuts.

OK, it's the only thing I know in Russian.

Sorry for not being a polyglot

like you!

Oh, fuck.

The breasts.

Karadec, we were completely mistaken.

The woman wasn't a spy. What a drag!

WE were mistaken?

It was you...

Isn't this drawing familiar?

The shape of the feet, the squiggles in the water,

and the boys' prominent breasts.

Exactly like Julia's drawing

in her father's office.

Adele's daughter did this.

For Grandma

Our victim was visiting her mother, not a contact.

Adele Mercier's mother died in 2008. We checked.

Did you say... your victim?

Something happened to Jessica?

Jessica?

They killed her!

Who's they?

The guys she sent to jail.

Adele Mercier, formerly Jessica Mauras.

Ten years ago, Jessica was a gunrunner in Toulouse.

But in 2014, she fingered the whole gang and joined Witness Protection.

In exchange, she was given a new identity.

Her former life was wiped from police records.

Hence she ended up in Lille.

She visited her mother in disguise so she wouldn't be found.

That's crazy!

Her husband had no idea?

All the people she sent to prison,

are they still in jail?

All of them... except one.

Adele Mercier's real name was Jessica Mauras.

The same woman.

Maybe this face is more familiar?

Contrary to what you told us, you knew Adele... or Jessica.

Knew her very well.

You were in the same gang for many years.

Now that you mention it...

I thought she looked familiar.

You say you just happened to leave Toulouse to move up to Lille?

And by chance ran into the woman who sent you to jail?

You know what they say, it's a small world.

Nothing to do with the photo of her

that accidentally appeared in the paper?

She did her best to stop it being printed

because she's in it...

and recognizable.

Any chance of a coffee?

No more games, Mr Diallo.

You saw the photo and recognized her.

So you came up to Lille,

closer to the pool, with the sole aim of killing her.

Easy, I didn't kill anyone. I wasn't in Lille when she was killed.

Are you taking the piss?

No, I remember now.

At the moment of her death, my bike broke down on the N41,

50km from here.

You'll have to do better than that, Mr Diallo, to wriggle out of this.

I have the repairman's number if you want to check my alibi.

Sorry if I wasted your day with my memory lapses.

By the way, how long can you hold me for legally?

Time's almost up, right?

The two repairmen have identified David Diallo.

He didn't kill Adele.

Are the witnesses reliable? Check, please.

They're reliable, we have nothing on him.

We'll have to release him soon.

Call the DA, get an extension.

On what grounds?

The guy has a solid alibi.

Let's not jump the gun just 'cause you were conned.

No, no, shit!

Sorry, the girl has an ancient model.

Haven't played Snake in ages!

Is that the victim's phone?

What! Isn't it under seal?

It came back from the lab this morning.

Hand that phone over, now!

Come on!

Anyway, who cares? It's crap.

She has zero apps, just two calculators.

Two calculators? Let me see.

Odd, isn't it?

Maybe she had a passion for accounting!

That's enough excitement for one day.

I'm going home.

See you later.

Later?

The Major's housewarming.

Ah, yes.

8 o'clock, Morgane.

Don't forget your date.

Yes.

See you later.

Hi, handsome.

Morgane, I wanted to talk to you.

You know, you're right.

Right all along!

Keeping us a secret is too complicated.

I'm ready to make it official.

Are you free tonight?

- Yeah, I'm free. - Great!

No, sorry, I mean, I'm free but...

I'm not sure it's a good idea.

Why not?

Actually, I've been thinking.

You and me... It isn't you.

You're a great girl but...

You see, I'm very...

Yes.

You're much more...

So the two of us together...

I've become too bubbly, right?

Not at all!

It's me, I need - or at least want -

a relationship that's...

that's...

that's...

It was simple.

Simpler.

Simpler, yes.

I know... Yes, it's always the case.

OK, no worries.

We'll leave it at that.

Have a nice evening.

See you tomorrow.

Reminder, door code: B613. 8pm!

For fuck's sake.

I see it isn't just me who's had a shitty day.

How come you're still here?

I'm required to stay in the area.

Got a light?

No, I don't smoke.

Say...

do you like a raclette?

"Tolerance will be such that intelligent people

"will not be allowed to comment

"for fear of offending imbeciles."

He wrote that in 1864.

Dostoevsky was a visionary.

Nowadays you can't put one foot in front of the other

without being labeled...

Your gougères are beautiful! You made them, Gilles?

A gougère, dear?

No, thanks.

Champagne?

So, no job in Paris? I thought it was your dream.

Your priorities change.

Here's to both of you.

A man Nietzsche admired hugely was... Dostoevsky.

It's all sorted, Thierry won't bother you again.

As a disabled worker, he thought he was protected

but when I told HR,

they weren't pleased, they're ready to fire him.

Fire him!

Wait, they can't fire the poor guy.

You just have to sign a sworn statement

saying he discriminated against you and Timothée...

- I can't do that. - Why not?

Because Timothée and I are no longer together.

What? But why not?

He cheated on me.

Who with?

I don't want to talk about it, it's too hard.

Oh, Gilou!

That's much too simplistic.

- Here's Morgane. - Hi!

It's us. So...

David, meet my colleagues.

My colleagues... this is David!

Here, I'll help you with your coat.

What? You're hurting me!

Hi.

How do you do?

- Nice to meet you. - Likewise.

Are you mad?

Roxane works for IGPN and Pierre-Emmanuel is pals with the DA.

How do you think they'll feel about us dining with our suspect?

At least we're keeping an eye on him! It's OK, I briefed him.

Is that meant to reassure me?

Yes.

- Come and get it! - Come and get it!

It takes a while.

Pickles anyone?

That one was mine.

Excuse me.

It doesn't matter.

I'm so sorry.

So how's the investigation?

Coming along well.

Good.

We're making progress.

It's fine.

Maybe we shouldn't talk shop over dinner.

Say, can I have a drop?

Hey, take it easy.

- Or not? - Of course.

Here you go, David.

So how did you meet Morgane?

- It's a crazy story! - In a bar?

Excuse me?

At the skating rink.

Daphne, I don't get it.

Wasn't Morgane with your colleague Timothée?

Morgane?

With Timothée?

The cheese is really good. Plus we're lucky, it melts nicely.

So what is it you do for a living?

And you, Your Honor,

you were talking about Dos...

Dostoevsky.

The fear of offending imbeciles, yes.

I wonder what Dostoevsky would make

of social evolution?

I think we've covered that subject, no?

So we can't talk shop or politics.

So I should just shut up?

It might be nice if the judge shut up occasionally.

Yes, of course!

A white heterosexual man expressing himself

is bound to upset people.

For someone who can't say anything, you've got an awful lot to say.

Some Morbier...

So it's come to this.

Thank you.

So I'm reactionary, am I?

Reactionary, yes. Fascist even!

You go too far, Céline!

Can't you keep your opinions to yourself?

Hey, it was a strange evening. Fun though.

Can I share your cab?

Yeah, sure.

After what you did to Gilles? I don't think so.

What I did to Gilles?

What did I do to Gilles?

Wait... can I hitch a ride?

A breakdown! It's a lame excuse to wait for me.

No, it's playing up, like yesterday.

So it's nothing to do with me.

A stroke of luck, then.

A scar where a tattoo has been removed.

Jessica wasn't just another gang member.

Your fish tattoo. Your file says...

you're Sagittarius.

Whereas Jessica was Pisces.

She had a Sagittarius tattoo removed.

Which means she was your girl, right?

From high school. Not that we went very often.

And she betrayed you?

Just like that, with the others?

It took me eight years to understand.

I thought: No way, she's been threatened.

When I got out of jail, I looked for her.

Everyone told me to move on but I couldn't.

You wanted answers and you got them.

She just said she was sick of our lives.

All the danger and adrenalin...

She wasn't into it anymore.

It's as simple as that.

Simplicity's a pain, isn't it?

- Hi, Daphne. - Hi, Major.

I've got news.

Remember that second calculator Morgane found on the victim's phone?

It was actually a secret voicemail app.

Popular for hoodwinking partners.

The victim used it to contact David.

They were talking in secret?

He kept asking to see her.

The day she died, she agreed.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Well done, Daphne. Call Gilles.

Gilles?

OK, then... Gilles!

Police! Police!

Freeze! Hands behind your back!

Don't move!

David Diallo, you're under arrest

for the murder of Adele Mercier.

Don't worry, bro, I'm fine.

Take him in, call the technicians.

We're after a gun, traces of blood, gunpowder... the lot.

A satisfactory resolution.

Come on, we've got everything we need.

It'll be fine.

It isn't what you think!

Well, maybe a bit but...

I overdid the investigating a little

but I did manage to glean some information

and you're making a huge mistake.

Take the day off, Morgane.

We don't need you on this case. Let's go, Gilles.

No, wait, I've gleaned!

What's this?

Proof you lied to us.

You hassled Adele into seeing you.

The day she died, you had a date in the park.

Can't your consultant question me?

She's much more fun than you.

Plus I didn't sleep much last night.

Are you all right?

Having fun?

Think it's funny, don't you?

OK, so Jessica

asked to see me, said she regretted what she'd done.

She felt remorseful

and wanted me to forgive her.

Don't take me for a fool.

I didn't fucking kill her.

My bike broke down, when I got there,

she was already dead.

You saw the video of the repair man.

Shit!

Bastard! You don't mind killing an eight-year-old's mother?

Adam, get out, I'll take over.

Out, now, or you'll be suspended!

- Your guy's flipped. - Sit down.

Let's start again.

You won't be charged with Adele's murder

but as an accessory, you'll get 30 years.

An accessory? How?

At 5.07am, you broke down on the N41.

Yet you sent Adele Mercier a text message

which said...

"I'm here." Just before the murder.

I want a lawyer.

Boiler broken down, sorry... But I'll fix it tomorrow!

Oh no. Shit!

No, it's playing up, like yesterday...

Like yesterday...

You manufactured an alibi

and set a trap for Adele Mercier in the park.

If you tell me who your accomplices are

we can reduce your sentence.

Stop everything!

David didn't kill Adele, Adele tried to kill David.

Morgane, I told you to take the day off.

We know Adele had just bought a gun.

"Scared of burglars" my ass!

She wanted to kill her ex!

You're not on this case!

I know but wait. The morning of the murder,

she'd arranged to meet David

at 5am.

I mean, come on!

Who arranges to meet at 5am? It makes no sense.

Except at that very moment

there were roadworks close to the park.

Ideal for covering the sound of a gunshot.

How would she have dumped the body?

I wondered the same thing and returned to the scene of the crime.

Hang on to your hats!

DUCK FILMS

Morgane Alvaro.

- What are we watching? - Wait!

Quack Investigations.

We are currently

beside the pond where the victim's body was found.

Only a few ducks are out.

Let's face it, it's ducking cold.

Ducks are homeless.

With good reason.

Their habitat has been taken over.

As evidenced by the diving weights found here,

identical to the ones at the pool.

- Coincidence? - No!

No, Gilles, you're right!

Plenty to weigh down a body

and send it to the bottom of the pond.

Put yourself in the girl's shoes.

The ex she sent to jail turns up in her life

and lands a job at the pool frequented by her husband and daughter.

She manages to get him fired but deep down

she knows the guy isn't going to let her go.

So she decides to get rid of the problem.

She buys a gun, lures him to a quiet spot...

Where a gunshot will be drowned out by the sound of roadworks...

...and where she can ditch the body.

- Only David was ahead of her. - No!

He had no idea. But she overlooked one detail.

Her target's brother.

Brice Diallo.

Exactly!

The day of the murder, Brice had an oil stain

on his trousers.

You know why?

He'd spiked David's bike so he'd miss his rendezvous

and went along instead.

David had no choice.

Gunrunning was just a way to pay the rent.

Jessica turned him over to the cops.

He went to jail, I ended up in a foster family.

She messed up 15 years of our lives. I tried to make him see

she was leading him on.

She'd betrayed him once, she was going to do it again.

But he wouldn't listen to me.

Fifteen years ago I was too young to protect him from her.

But this time I could.

You wanted to see me?

If it's about Morgane,

I agree, she overstepped the mark.

It isn't her I want to talk about.

It's you.

What was going on with that suspect?

You think you're Dirty Harry?

I was just trying to unsettle him.

I don't know what's going on with you

but you seem distracted by your emotions.

It can't go on, Adam.

Pull yourself together.

I won't have that in my team.

Well, I don't think he'll be calling me back.

I bet you're pleased.

Go ahead.

Yell at me, get it over with, then we can move on.

Because this is a pain.

What?

OK.

Good timing. Can you pass me that box?

I'll fill up this bookshelf.

We might need another upstairs.

Something wrong?

Roxane, we need to talk.

Yes, go on.

You might have waited till he fixed it before ditching him.

Yeah, dirty cutlery is a drag.

Enough already!

First I should ditch him, then I should wait...

Anyway, since when do we need a guy

to repair anything in this place?

It can't be that difficult.

In fact since when do we need a guy for anything at all?

So, let's do it.

What's this?

Fuck, what's that?

Cash!

Don't touch! Whose is it?

Ours!

Ours?

Don't touch! It isn't ours.

There's loads!

We'll put it all back

and pretend we didn't see anything.

Subtitles by Kevin Smith for VECTRACOM