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39,500...

39,600...

39,700...

39,800...

39,900...

40,000.

40,000 big ones.

Why did Henri's mother have 40,000 euros stashed away?

Maybe she won the lottery.

Or robbed a bank, then forgot?

Forgot?

I forget old socks, not 40,000 euros!

In the meantime,

I need a new phone, so maybe now is the time...

No, everybody calm down.

It isn't ours, we'll give it to Henri.

Nobody must touch it!

Is that clear?

See you later.

Where are you going?

To my sister's, till I find a place.

I'll drop by in the week to pick up my things.

No, stay here, I'll find a hotel.

I'd rather not.

Roxane, don't just leave.

We need to talk.

OK.

So what shall we talk about?

You being torn between Morgane and me?

Or the job you made me turn down

for fear of being left alone with her here?

Or the time you kissed her

while I was in hospital?

I didn't want to hurt you.

And that makes you a good guy?

No one ever hurt me so much.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry, it isn't all your fault.

I tried to change, to please you. That was stupid.

Stop it.

Choose Morgane if she's what you want. But be careful.

Because she'll always choose herself.

Quite right too.

We'll have to see whether it tells us anything.

Sorry, what was that?

Salome Rousseau, a second-year medical student.

Her classmates found the body this morning.

Hello!

Excuse me.

Did I miss anything?

Poor kid.

She had a scalpel in the heart. It's under seal.

Bonnemain says death occurred

sometime last night. The autopsy will tell us more.

- Her parents? - Unknown father.

Her mother is unreachable, visiting family in Eastern Europe.

Her classmates say she was hard-working and dedicated.

Spent her time revising in her room.

Sorry.

- Go on. - That's pretty much it.

That sound...

Did you hear it? It isn't dull.

It's pure and bright.

Like a bell.

That's how they identified silver in the Middle Ages.

Here, I'll show you.

Oyez, oyez, young squires!

No contactless payments back then, you had to pay in cash.

In the corner of the local market,

Perceval and his pals had no fake-money detector.

So they found a way to tell a real silver coin

from a lousy bronze cent:

strike it on a hard surface.

Hear that?

To double check, they used scales,

called an assay balance.

Hence the expression "coin of the realm".

OK.

Anything else?

She had these pills on her. Maybe drugs.

Wait, the murder weapon was made from silver, I tell you.

Hey!

This is a state-run establishment. There is no silver.

Scalpels are usually made from steel.

I mean, that's something.

We'll get the pills checked, see what our victim was taking.

OK, we get it, Morgane.

Hey, it wasn't me!

10am board of governors

Salome was meant to see the university governors at 10.

Strange coincidence.

Check her room, I'll go talk to the dean.

- I'll come with you. - See you later.

It's OK, Morgane, we've got this. Take the day off.

Put that back under seal.

OK, so looks like we're in for a really shitty day.

HIP HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

Excuse me.

Word has gotten around the campus.

It's been non-stop.

Here's Miss Rousseau's file.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Scholarship... mother a nurse... Good grades?

Very good, yes. An excellent student.

She took a sabbatical

after a poor first year but shone on her return.

She was due to meet the governors this morning.

Any idea why?

No, it's usually about grades, schedules or options.

Or drugs?

Excuse me?

She had this on her.

Any drug dealing on campus?

We have over 2,000 students, we can't monitor them all.

Excuse me.

I won't bother you any longer.

Thanks. Call us if you think of anything else.

Of course.

Thanks.

By the way, ever hear of a silver scalpel?

Yes.

The Surgery Academy gave me a prize for my research last year.

A silver scalpel.

A very rare piece.

I don't understand.

It was there yesterday.

Who else has access to your office?

Hi.

Wow!

This place stinks, right?

Morgane, the Major sent you home.

Yeah, whatever.

Seriously, I need to call Karadec.

I'm warning you.

10... 9... Here goes... 8...

7... 6... 5...

4... 3...

- Getting closer. - Hey, look.

No mirror. Very odd.

Even so, I'm on 3.

2½... Getting closer, Morgane.

I'll call him,

I swear I will.

1... 1½...

Here goes... zero!

That's better.

Don't let me catch you again.

I'm patient but don't push me!

What did you find?

I checked with the campus staff.

A dozen people could have accessed the scalpel.

One name jumped out. He was jailed in 1998

for attacking a neighbor with a knife.

OK.

I checked, the guy seems a real psycho...

Here, I made two by mistake.

Thanks.

See you later.

Daphne?

Can you hear me? Hello?

Daphne, who's your suspect?

Sorry... His name is Emile Salvatore.

He's the odd-job man.

Chief, can I have a word?

Hello, Daphne. Come in.

So what's going on now?

A case of sexual harassment.

Timothée brought me coffee.

He's seduced Gilles and Morgane, I'm his new target.

I know he seems nice but he's manipulative.

When I reject his advances

- because I will - he'll turn his attentions on you.

Very well. I'll be on my guard.

Thanks for the heads-up.

There.

OK, I'll talk to him.

Have a nice day.

Hey, take it easy, sweezy.

Karadec, just in time! I've got our murderer.

What are you doing here?

I've found him, I tell you!

Put that down, right now!

So?

When did you start hassling Salome?

Know how I copped you?

The curtains!

Very heavy in our victim's room but not in the others.

Why? Because she felt spied on.

By whom?

Easy! By the guy in the maintenance hut

opposite her room!

He had a thing for the girl, she rebuffed him so he did her in.

Morgane.

I don't need you on this investigation.

Excuse me but I think you do.

No.

Give me a moment.

Karadec, I know you're mad at me

but we're about to arrest a murderer

so let's be professional.

Begone, Satan!

He's disfigured me!

Are you OK?

I'm fine, it's water.

Drop that.

What is it?

Holy water.

Sorry, I thought you were like her.

Like her?

Yes.

A vampire!

I spoke to the doctor who's treated you since your confinement

in a mental asylum, in 1997.

You attacked a neighbor, saying she was possessed.

Was Salome Rousseau possessed too?

I had no choice.

She knew I'd recognized her.

Recognized her?

Yes.

She was already here when I was hired 20 years ago.

The same girl. She hadn't aged one minute.

You mean Salome looked like an old student?

She didn't look like her, she WAS her!

She avoided the sunlight.

She was... she was...

- A vampire? - Yes.

What happened that night, Mr Salvatore?

I was doing my rounds.

I saw her in the amphitheater.

She wasn't breathing, I thought she was asleep.

And then?

I stole Professor Tibert's scalpel,

and drove it through her heart...

so she wouldn't come back.

Well?

He confessed to the murder.

But his judgment is impaired, so we need

a psychiatric assessment.

Get this, the earliest vampires

appeared in Mesopotamia in 4000 BC.

Thanks.

A problem. That was Bonnemain.

The scalpel didn't kill the victim.

- Is he sure? - Positive.

No bleeding around the heart.

Salome Rousseau was already dead

when she was stabbed.

There are several ways to kill a vampire.

You can burn them,

impale them on a wooden stake

or - more sophisticated - drive a nail through their navel.

Was she poisoned?

Suspicious pills were found in the victim's pocket.

We need to find out.

Call the lab.

Also, you can decapitate them,

then boil the head in vinegar.

We should tell Bonnemain.

Morgane, there's no such thing as vampires!

It's just a man with mental health issues.

- Having said that... - What?

There was no mirror in the room,

the curtains were really lightproof...

When I was little,

my grandma's chickens were getting butchered.

Everyone said it was a fox.

But after I put garlic in the henhouse, the "fox"

never came back.

Daphne, get a list

of all the desecrated tombs in the area over the last 20 years.

Whoa, Morgane!

I decide which leads to follow in this team, OK?

Now let us work.

We'll let you know if we need someone to sleep with a suspect!

I'll follow my intuition, as usual.

No, you can only investigate alongside a police officer!

Fine. Come on, Gilles.

The lab?

No reply, it's on voicemail.

Let's go see them.

Gilles... really?

Traitor!

Fine, I'll take Daphne in my team!

Oh no.

What team?

When will you grow up, Morgane?

When the sage points to the moon, the fool looks at his finger.

The answer is in the pill container.

Come on, Daphne, let's go!

What was she thinking?

This is the fucking police, not a playground!

I bet she's already onto something.

Something to do with geothermal science

or the tides of Jupiter.

Is this guy going to move?

Enough.

The box our victim kept her pills in

was an analog film container.

In her room, I also found

this piece of paper with a pink flamingo on it.

So she dropped some photos off here just before she died

and we're going to collect them.

We'll have this case sorted in no time, just you wait.

The results!

"Back in two hours"?

Slackers!

Hey.

"Homoeopathic pills impregnated with LSD"... We were right.

You're taking the piss. You're here!

Police!

- Stop it! - What?

The Major said not to investigate without him.

Let him handle it.

No, because...

What?

You're vindicating Gilles.

Vindicating Gilles how?

He tells everyone

that since Madam has been the antidiscrimination officer,

she doesn't do any work.

Excuse me?

Police! Open this door!

- Now! - Yeah, now!

I've had the victim's toxicology report: no trace of LSD in the blood.

Or of any other drug.

She wasn't poisoned.

Sure? She was carrying a lot.

Maybe she took some

but it isn't what killed her.

Wait...

On the X-ray...

there's a problem with her teeth.

What kind of problem?

It's very odd.

What?

Hello?

Doctor?

Still no reply.

Where is everybody?

There, that's the film.

She dropped it off a couple of days ago.

"Happy New Year 2003".

This can't be the film. She wasn't even born in 2003.

Morgane.

This photo is from the same film.

Fuck.

It's Salome.

Yes.

The office isn't answering.

What are you doing?!

Stop, police!

Charlie Fox - 39115 - Kilo Echo.

Charlie Fox... 39115...

Kilo Echo...

The car is registered to Salome Rousseau.

Resident of Merigny.

Born in 1941.

What the fuck?

Slow down, I can't understand you.

Salome Rousseau, our victim, who's meant to be dead.

She just fled in a car! She was born in 1941.

She lives in Merigny.

Go there, see for yourself and keep me posted.

- We're on our way! - Good.

Sorry.

As I was saying, it's a rather delicate situation.

I've had a complaint about you.

A complaint?

Yes.

Regarding an inappropriate attitude.

Now it may be a misunderstanding...

Actually...

it's all true.

Excuse me?

Morgane is telling the truth.

I used her, then just ditched her.

My attitude has sullied my profession.

You mean you really did sleep with Morgane?

Yes.

And you slept with Gilles too?

Gilles?

No! Why?

No matter.

So if I understand correctly...

you only actually slept with Morgane.

With whom you have no hierarchical link

so it doesn't really...

No, you don't understand,

I took advantage of her. I'll write a report for HR.

Wait...

OK, so you feel you took advantage of Morgane.

But maybe she took advantage of you too, no?

You took care of her children several times.

Just to check, before we get HR involved,

did she - in the course of your relationship -

ask any other favors of you?

Yes, a few small things.

Like cooking.

Running her around too.

Maybe a few odd jobs.

That's the car we saw earlier.

OK, you go in front, I'll take a look out back.

So we split up? Sure?

Under the circumstances, maybe we should go in together, no?

For fuck's sake, Gilles!

Yeah?

Oh no.

What are you doing here, Daphne?!

We found photos of this house on an old reel of film.

Salome Rousseau was on them.

Gilles, Morgane is right. She's a vampire!

I know.

- She's eaten Bonnemain. - What?

Hear that?

What's that?

A coffin. It's her coffin!

Why are you in the dark?

It's a clock!

A clock.

Daphne... where's Morgane?

- Morgane? - Yes.

Morgane!

Morgane!

Morgane... Morgane!

Gilles... she isn't dead.

There's no fooling you, Karadec.

That said, it was always likelier

I was playing a trick on you

and hadn't been killed by a vampire.

Why?

Maybe because vampires don't exist.

Someone's been bunking up on Occam's razor!

On what?

You don't know Occam's razor?

So... Occam's razor.

Stop right there, we don't have the time.

Our suspect is probably in this house.

It won't take a moment and it's really interesting.

Occam's razor is a scientific principle

that says the simplest explanation is usually right.

It's stupid.

Say for example I have no water at home.

Why?

Answer A: It's the end of the world.

Answer B:

An army of rabid beavers has destroyed a dam.

Answer C: I forgot to pay the bill.

So?

Tick-tock...

I'd go for A.

Gilles.

- A? - Not A.

You can phone a friend.

No, it's C!

Well done. Anyway, you get the idea.

Next round, here we go.

A medical student is the spitting image

of another student who was on the same campus

20 years previous.

Why?

Answer A: She's Dracula's cousin

and has been 25 for the last 300 years.

Answer B: The girl was cryogenically frozen by accident

and thawed out in last year's heatwave.

Answer C:

The girl is real but 20 years older than we thought.

You mean our victim lied about her age?

Yes! Think about it. It explains everything.

Why does she wear huge glasses,

like this?

It deflects your attention from the crow's feet

around her eyes.

Why is she always in itchy rollneck sweaters?

I guess they hide the wrinkles on your neck.

Hence all those anti-ageing lotions in her cupboard.

20-year-olds don't buy that stuff.

Meaning our victim wasn't 20, she was 40.

Because our victim isn't Salome.

It's her mother!

Her mother?

Yep. Look what I found when I was poking around.

Hélène Rousseau.

She's a dead ringer.

And guess what, she was a medical student at the same school

20 years ago before becoming a nurse.

Since Gilles has been unable to reach her all day,

I guess she's dead.

Say this woman is our victim.

If Salome Rousseau isn't dead, where is she?

Occam's razor, Karadec!

What's the simplest explanation?

She came to hole up in her family home,

then when she heard a noise, she ran and hid...

maybe behind this screen.

Right again!

Your university record.

In early 2020, you had poor grades

before taking a sabbatical.

When you returned, your grades soared.

Except you didn't sit those exams, your mother did.

So what was the plan?

For you to resume your place once she'd passed the exam for you?

No, medicine isn't my thing.

It was her dream, not mine.

I don't get it, I need some help.

You mother studied medicine for a year in 2002, at the same university, right?

I assume she dropped out around the time she became pregnant with you.

Yes.

She wanted to be a surgeon.

She had to abandon the idea because of me.

After your baccalauréat, you enrolled in medical school.

At your mother's behest?

I hated to disappoint her

but the pressure and sleepless nights were too much for me.

You dropped out, she took your place?

I had no idea!

She was furious when I said I was dropping out.

I moved in with my grandmother. We severed links.

Last week,

I decided to unregister from university to do a diploma.

I came to the campus.

Then I saw her, carrying my bag,

wearing my jeans!

I thought I was hallucinating!

Then I heard someone call her Salome.

Any idea why she did that?

No.

To help me, she said, until I got myself together.

I accused her of doing it to recapture the crappy existence

she'd had to abandon because of me.

She even got a boyfriend, pretending to be me!

What boyfriend?

I don't know.

Some guy. I saw them from a distance, kissing.

He was my age.

Henri, I'm really glad you could come

because I need to tell you about something.

I hope you don't want to defer the rent again!

No, it isn't that at all.

Let me explain.

We had a problem with the dishwasher.

Let me stop you right there. It works fine.

All you need to do

is remember to tip it up slightly while it's draining.

Stick a wedge underneath.

It's more than that but anyway...

The dishwasher isn't the point...

Is it the pipes?

The pipes are fine too, you just need...

What's that stuff called?

Some kind of sticky tape,

or gaffer tape.

Put some of that on the pipe.

- No more leaks! - Yes, of course!

Well, I think we've covered everything.

We won't keep you any longer.

I know you're a busy man.

Bye, kids.

You've got a lot to do.

Not really.

Oh, but you have. Flowers to water...

stuff to fix and everything.

Call the plumber, tell him we pay cash.

Thanks, Mom!

Right, get this.

The body we found wasn't Salome's, it was her mother's.

She assumed her identity to resume her studies.

That's good.

What about this issue

with the corpse's teeth?

It was a misunderstanding.

Bonnemain estimated the age of the body

from dental records.

He just noticed an anomaly.

I see.

And the body that supposedly went missing?

A power cut at the forensic institute.

The body was moved because...

the refrigeration wasn't working.

The Salome who owned the car in the 1940s was a grandmother

who shared her name.

So now we can ditch the crucifixes and do some proper police work.

Any leads?

Yes, Bonnemain knows the cause of death.

A bubble of air injected into the victim's artery

triggered cardiac arrest.

The murderer had medical knowledge.

The real Salome said her mother

was going out with a student.

He hasn't come forward, maybe he's been up to no good.

So who's our suspect? The boyfriend.

A more likely perpetrator than... what? A zombie? Or a werewolf?

Let's get to work!

That was good.

Really... wow!

You heard Céline.

- What? - We chase up the boyfriend.

So Morgane, if you have any ideas? Daphne?

Any names?

Maybe... Count Dracula.

Or Nosferatu?

Robert Pattinson!

Stop it. You believed that stuff, no one else.

Only us? I'm not so sure.

Who was it who mistook a clock for a coffin?

Wasn't that you, Gilles?

Enough of the windups!

We need each other, right?

Some more than others.

Fine... Gilles, from now on, don't tell them anything.

Let's see who solves the case.

She stopped her meds?

Are you crazy?

Hey there.

This is the men's room. You have to go.

Oh dear! What's this piece of paper?

No, no, no.

No! That's not fair.

This is uncool! Don't you look at that.

No, no... girls!

That's a dirty trick!

- Hello. How are you? - Fine.

- Who's that? - The university dean.

If he's calling in the university staff, he must know something.

We'll soon find out. Come on.

Cover me, OK?

Yes. What are we doing?

- What's his code? - What code?

- His phone! - I don't know.

If he shows up, make a bird noise.

But I don't know how to!

Are you covering me?

Hopefully it's a dumb code, like 1-2-3-4-5-6.

Be quick!

- Daphne? - What?

Look... facial recognition.

Please be quick.

It worked!

Now let's see.

It's Sofiane. Did you call Mom back?

Never mind that.

Are you done?

Do you know about your professional training privileges?

It's me. My sister will collect the rest of my things tomorrow.

She'll leave the keys in the mailbox.

Bye.

Are you done?

Did you get something? Anything?

No.

To sum up, thanks to Morgane,

we know that the victim wasn't Salome Rousseau

but her mother Hélène, who assumed her identity.

Thanks to the Major, we know she had an appointment

the morning of her death. An odd coincidence.

Morgane and I also discovered that Hélène had dropped off

a film to be developed.

Which is irrelevant to the case, unlike the drugs the Major and I found.

Wait, stop. We've known this for 24 hours.

I asked if there was anything new.

Have we identified the boyfriend?

So far no witnesses know who he is.

Great.

Morgane, any ideas?

No.

Nil-nil.

Is that what you've been doing? Scoring points?

And you let them?

It isn't his fault.

Oh? I'd never have guessed.

Since you got back it's been nonstop fuckery!

What do I tell the DA?

One number keeps cropping up on the call log.

A burner phone, impossible to identify.

We spotted it too. She was in touch with other students.

We think it was her dealer.

Her dealer. Yes!

Her boyfriend was her dealer.

We all agree, Hélène was broke.

Only pasta on the shelf,

plus she stole toilet paper.

She gave up work to resume her studies.

Yet she had a thousand euros worth of LSD. Odd for someone who's broke.

Unless...

- She was getting it for free. - Exactly!

The guy we're after is her dealer!

So... shall we get out there and investigate?

I see they're hard at the revision.

We'll split up.

If you see any drugs, find out who's supplying them.

OK? I'll take the basement.

I'll come with you, Karadec.

Right, Karadec, let's bury the hatchet.

We're on duty.

OK, apple juice it is, then.

Remember what Céline said?

No more sulking.

Come on, here's to us.

Cheers.

Your good health.

Aside from that...

You... life and everything...

How are things?

Only you can talk to me. I mean...

We can talk about anything.

- Life, the weather... - Morgane.

We're here to work.

- OK? - OK.

20 euros.

Karadec, that's him!

Stay where you are. Police.

All right, interview him there. Keep me posted.

I have to go.

Corporal. Have you thought about what we said?

Yes. You're right, I've done nothing wrong.

I'm the victim, I'd like to file a complaint.

Is this a joke?

No, you've opened my eyes.

Morgane exploited my emotional immaturity and used me.

Wait... that's not exactly what I said.

She tried to have me fired, grabbed me without my consent

and used me

to care for her sick children, even though I'm immuno-suppressed.

OK, but those are private matters. Nothing to do with HR.

Yes, well...

You stuck me on reception when she came back.

Corporal, I was thinking...

We've never discussed your personal ambitions.

Where do you see yourself in five or ten years' time?

Daphne is telling Céline that we have our suspect.

What suspect? I didn't kill Salome!

Quit bullshitting us! Your girlfriend gets killed and you don't come forward?

I'm a dealer.

Salome's name was Hélène. Did you know she was 39?

What? That's bullshit!

Liar! You knew, that's why you argued when you broke her mirror.

She was leading me on, making out with me to scrounge dope.

When I wanted to go further, she said no.

She was taking the piss so I lashed out.

Now listen up. You're a dealer.

The judge will know

that you're violent with girls, so if I were you, I'd talk.

Do you understand?

Are you OK, Major?

It's actually soft.

All right, stop that now. Come on!

It's fine... No, no.

Like a sheep.

Yeah. Now stop it.

I'll go over there.

OK.

Wait, what's this in the apple juice?

Nothing.

Don't bullshit me! What are the little stars?

LSD.

OK... Major?

Wait for me. Don't go out alone, Major!

I said: And that makes you a good guy?

No one ever hurt me so much.

Karadec... are you OK?

- The octopus is talking to me! - Octopus?

Yeah, all right.

What's going on?

Nothing, you just drank too much apple juice.

Apple... juice?

Yes, with LSD in it. But don't worry.

You're just having a great big trip.

It'll go on for ten hours, twelve at the most.

We can handle it, OK?

I'll stick with you. Come on.

What? What's the matter?

What's happening? Stay with me.

What?

The tiger?

No, it's a panther, Karadec.

There's a whole menagerie in your head!

Here's what we'll do.

Let's the two of us just go home, nice and easy, shall we?

Oh, darn it, silly me, I drank some too.

OK, let's take five.

Karadec, we're outside Salome's room.

They've made an altar.

14 October 2003.

OK!

We need to stick together. I think I've unleashed something.

We have a ten-minute window before the wheels come off

so we need to refocus.

Let's go into the room. These flowers are unsettling!

The records say Hélène dropped out of medical school in January 2003.

She told her daughter it was because she was pregnant

but it couldn't have been that.

Wait, I'll put my head this way to get the blood to my brain,

then I'll feel better.

Yeah, that's much better.

If Salome was born on 14 October 2003,

her mother became pregnant in January 2003,

so when she abandoned her studies,

it was too soon for her to know.

So she lied... Yes, this is good!

She lied and we need to find out why.

Let's do it. Why did she lie?

When I wanted to go further, she said no.

Karadec, she was raped!

That's it, she was raped!

OK... New Year's Day.

New Year, yes. I'm onto something.

Rewind, rewind...

New Year's Eve, she was raped.

She didn't go back after the Christmas holidays

because her daughter was the result of a rape.

Yes, that's it.

Keep rewinding.

Only 20 years later, she comes back.

She comes back to the campus

in the guise of her daughter.

Then the memories return.

It all comes back to the surface. So what does she do?

She arranges to see the governors.

10am board of governors

- And is killed! - I understand.

OK, so why was she killed?

Come on!

Got it, got it!

She was killed because she was about to expose her rapist.

She remembered who her rapist was.

Darn it! Write this down.

Karadec, write this down. I can't, my fingers are all runny.

I'm drifting away. Write this down, quickly and clearly.

It was New Year's Eve.

She was raped.

Karadec.

There's a door in the wall!

There's a door...

I've got it!

Got what?

Everything.

Oh, that's good.

My gun... What happened to it?

Morgane, do you remember anything?

Seriously, your handwriting is shit. Totally illegible.

You don't finish your sentences. It's gobbledygook.

What's this equation?

Write it yourself next time!

Honestly, you spiked my drink!

It was in the apple juice, OK?

If we'd drunk alcohol like normal folk, we'd have been fine!

I'm sure we found our perpetrator. It's infuriating.

Morgane.

Kara, let me see your wrist.

Show me.

Who's Tibert?

The university dean.

Is this you?

Yes.

You were in the same year as Hélène Rousseau in 2003?

Why didn't you say?

It was 20 years ago. Do you remember all your old classmates?

No, but I can't imagine you forgot her.

We contacted your fellow students. They told us about an incident.

A student who accused a classmate of raping her on New Year's Eve.

Ring any bells?

Not really.

No?

Then I'll carry on.

The affair was hushed up.

The traumatized student couldn't face the campus again.

But her rapist...

sailed through his studies

and became a great surgeon.

Twenty years later he became dean

of the university.

- She consented. - No.

You raped her.

Twenty years later, she was ready to expose you.

I don't remember what happened that night.

I was young and I was drunk.

I did one stupid thing 20 years ago

and she wanted to ruin my life.

So you took hers?

I had no choice.

Cheers!

Eye to eye, no crossing!

After four months of loyal service, Corporal Guichard,

you're leaving us for a well-deserved promotion.

I think I speak on behalf of everyone when I say you'll be missed.

Have a good trip!

Thank you.

- The Interior Ministry? - It's just a closet.

Speech!

Speech, speech!

Well... Thank you, all of you.

For allowing me to be part of this extraordinary team.

A team that's tight-knit, pugnacious...

And treacherous.

I've learnt a lot with you. On a human level.

While it hasn't been easy, you've really toughened me up.

So thanks.

- Did he just say we're not very nice? - He did.

I thought so.

It's just sparkling wine. Small batch.

I thought so.

Apple juice?

Very funny.

Just kidding.

It wasn't a competition, you know.

But if it had been...

we'd call it a draw.

I think we were watching different films.

I split up with Roxane.

As you've guessed.

For 24 hours, I was blaming you.

I'm sorry.

Now you feel guilty as hell.

Classic!

Anyway, I'm sorry you split up.

Really I am.

Thanks.

Life's funny though.

You split up with Roxane yesterday,

I split up with Ludo nine months ago.

And with Timothée last Thursday.

And with David, the ex-con, three days ago.

But that doesn't really count. Anyway...

Life's funny, isn't it?

The situation, I mean.

Wasn't it more a case of them leaving you?

I thought we weren't scoring points?

The point is...

it's the first time in almost two years

that you and I have both been single at the same time...

and I think...

it's funny.

It's still a bit raw for me.

Of course it's raw.

But maybe we can talk about it...

in a few months' time.

We'll see in a month.

Two?

Three... yes.

Three's good. It's a cycle.

A long cycle... but three is good.

It's good.

Serge!

What are you doing here?

Let me in, I don't want anyone to see me.

You're injured!

Shut the door.

There's a tin behind the dishwasher. Bring it to me.

What are you talking about?

Morgane, listen to me. I hid some money here.

If I don't return it, things will get nasty.

Now bring it to me.

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