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Théa, pass me that dressing gown belt.

Darn thing!

Call an ambulance, Mom.

Don't! I've been shot in the fucking leg!

They'll ask questions, I'll wind up in jail.

Did it hit your artery?

Only if it did, you're about to bleed to death.

What's he saying?

- Ouch, that hurts! - Serge!

That money you hid here, who does it belong to?

Who!

Some biker friends

who have issues with the cops.

They're regular guys,

just sticklers for deadlines.

You used my house, you nutjob!

Come on, Morgane!

I'll give them their money

and they'll calm down.

- If they get it back on time. -That's all!

Wait.

Don't move.

Yes, Gilles?

Yo, Morgane.

Fuck, that hurts!

We have a crime scene.

Actually,

I can't make it, I've got a big leak.

That's my tin!

But you fixed the pipes last month.

Morgane, you need to find new excuses.

Céline is getting antsy.

OK, I'm on my way. See you there.

Morgane! What have you done with my 40,000 euros?

HIP HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

A guy found dead in a rabbit costume.

Finish your report and write it up.

Hi.

Good, you're here, Céline is getting...

Yeah, well, I'm getting...

What's that, Morgane?

Shit!

What is it?

- Hi, Morgane. - Hi.

Is that blood?

You haven't touched the victim, have you?

No, she only just got here.

Oh dear, a gaffe!

Well, sure, yes.

I went over to see if I could find...

Slight contact... I made a gaffe.

So...

what happened to this rabbit?

Multiple head injuries,

struck in the face several times with that rock.

Between 1am and 3am I'd say.

Any ID on him?

Nothing.

Given the state of his face, he'll be hard to identify.

Hello?

Morgane, does a man dressed as a rabbit suggest anything?

Yeah, maybe a walking billboard.

Or a guy who works at an amusement park.

That was Daphne.

A guy named Will Zhao was reported missing.

He was out on his stag night.

His pals lost him. Guess what he was wearing.

A rabbit costume?

Yeah, a stag night, that works too.

Same rabbit costume.

Did you manage to return the sofa?

Where are we going?

The venue for the victim's upcoming wedding.

They don't do refunds.

Anything wrong? You're stuck on your phone.

No, I took delivery of a parcel

that wasn't actually for me

but I opened it.

Anyway it caused a big mix-up,

now I've got loads of forms to fill in.

Go to CashBank, sell whatever you can.

So have you been to any new restaurants lately?

Any...?

Restaurants.

Not really.

Shit, of course.

So have you been to these restaurants with anyone?

If you don't get it out right away, it's impossible to shift.

Only we said a few months ago that if we were both free...

we could...

What were you saying?

Nothing.

It's done for.

Forget it.

Don't you always have a spare shirt in the car?

Yes, a jacket too. Take them.

Nothing funkier on offer I guess?

No, but it suits you.

Incoming call from Théa

Post Office! I have to take this.

Hello. Major Karadec, police.

I'd like to talk to Aurore Delaunay.

She's my daughter.

It's about her fiancé, Will Zhao.

We think he's been murdered.

This is Will's grandmother, she heard noises

in my daughter's bedroom.

Bangs and yells.

- Where's the bedroom? - Upstairs.

Aurore!

Aurore!

Dad, why are you yelling?

Hello, Miss.

Hello.

What's going on?

Are you Will Zhao?

Yes, why?

Before the wedding. Shameful!

We found this watch on the body.

It belongs to my driver, Samir.

Samir what?

Samir Masmoudi.

A Tunisian, I think.

Your driver was wearing the same costume as you when he was killed.

Any idea why?

I asked him to wear it.

I didn't want a stag night

but my friends insisted.

It was a way to get out of it.

They were all drunk, I knew they wouldn't notice.

What do you know about him?

Very little.

I hired him nine months ago.

Can the wedding go ahead?

I know it's selfish but...

we've waited such a long time.

It's too soon to say.

Théa, aside from the TV... Hey!

I sold two phones and Eliott's trainers, so that's 850 euros.

That's all?

It's not even half what we paid.

Did you sell anything online?

It looks lovely, I'm so pleased.

Wait, what's that? No, no!

Wait, some crazy cow is yelling.

Throw all these away!

Seriously, Théa, 70 euros? We owe 40,000!

I'm doing my best.

What's this?

Mrs Delaunay will hate these. Put them away.

Where can we put them? In the toilets.

Will is alive, it wasn't him in the costume.

Yes.

Where are you?

I'll call you back.

Mrs Delaunay, I found a wine to replace the one you didn't like.

Château Grémont 2013, a superb wine.

But we need to order it quickly.

What is it?

Oh, nothing.

Yes, you laughed. Why?

It's a joke, right?

What?

That bottle.

Judging from the shape, it's a claret.

2013 is a lousy year for Bordeaux wines.

What with the wet spring causing mildew...

a hot July drying out the vines

and an unusually damp August

that delayed ripening...

wine growers in Bordeaux were pretty upset!

Having said that,

it'll still loosen you up for a conga.

A conga!

Yeah, a conga!

No conga, we said.

No conga, definitely not. Excuse me.

May I have a word?

Who are you?

From 1001 Weddings? Stealing my work again?

What?

No cheap wine for my guests. It'll be the 2010.

I told you, the 2010 is unavailable.

Unavailable!

Not my problem.

Not your problem? So it's my problem, is it?

You want this wedding?

Take it, I resign!

Here's the seating plan and invoices. Use my assistant.

I won't suffer burnout for 50,000 euros!

50,000?

Constance de la Villardiere.

I'm a wedding planner.

I think I got here just in time!

Bonnemain called.

The prints from the body are Samir Masmoudi's.

What do we know about him?

Not much.

Born in Tunis in 1996, came to France illegally

two years ago, but was doing the necessary paperwork.

Anything from the groom's friends?

Were the shots...

before the rabbit left?

Not much, Gilles is questioning them.

What shots? I don't remember anything.

- You stink of alcohol. - I'm going to be sick.

They'd... been drinking.

I booked a photographer, we'll take a few pictures...

in here.

Nothing vulgar. They're for business contacts.

Major?

You've asked the right person. I hate vulgarity.

Mine will be super traditional!

Hello, ma'am. Major Karadec, police.

May I ask what's going on?

- Maggie Zhao, Will's mother. - Delighted.

Constance, see to the photos, I'll fetch the youngsters.

- Constance? - Yes.

How do you do? Constance de la Villardiere.

Wedding planner. This is my team: my assistant, Mendy...

Constance, the photos, please.

Yes, right away.

So, Major.

Shall we talk in private?

No, I have some questions for your son first.

Morgane!

Constance!

Gilles!

What?

You were born at 10.15pm?

Yes, why?

An ascendant earth sign.

I've listed everyone's ascendant.

There isn't a single earth ascendant in the command corps.

Yeah, but astrology is...

What?

I mean, it's debatable.

No, it isn't debatable.

It's true, I didn't get my promotion in July.

Is there a link?

Gilles, you're Taurus, with a Virgo ascendant, so yes.

- Yeah, well... - Earth-earth.

Lying about your identity to suspects! What if you'd been caught out?

I was working undercover, Karadec!

Not revealing you're a cop is basic stuff.

Don't tell me about undercover work.

It requires careful preparation, rules,

rigor and - sorry - discretion!

Even if it were possible, you're the last person I'd use!

Fine.

At least that's clear.

OK.

Any news?

The spotlight was sabotaged.

Someone tried to kill Will Zhao.

- Fuck. - I keep telling you!

He's the target.

Because of the costume, the killer thought the driver was him.

I need to go back.

In your dreams, Morgane!

The Prefect just gave me a piece of his mind.

Morgane, you look...

What's this about an incident at Zhao Delaunay's wedding... Major?

I hear you were rude to Mrs Zhao.

- The groom's mother. - Not at all.

- I just did my job. - She says you were rude.

Nonsense.

Honestly!

You were a little cold with her.

She's investing in the region, the Prefect is kowtowing to her.

They're not taking the case off us, though?

Worse, we have to solve it quickly and stay away

from the wedding preparations.

But someone has tried to murder the groom.

Twice!

Well, Mrs Zhao has called in her own security team.

I know!

What we need is someone who isn't officially

from the police but who has good reason to be there.

That's what we need!

Morgane.

No.

Wait... what are you suggesting?

Nothing.

Right. So Morgane will infiltrate the wedding.

She will be our eyes and ears.

The first lead to explore is the groom's family.

Will's mother Maggie Zhao is a Shanghai entrepreneur

worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

Will is an only son. If he dies, his cousins inherit the fortune.

Except if he's married.

Find out what you can about these people.

French fries for the kids. And lots of flowers.

Flan, sushis...

The cake is very important. I think that's everything.

- Constance? - Shit.

Yes!

Sorry to bother you but the caterer is putting crawfish in the bisque

but my cousin has an allergy.

So you said. I'll take care of it immediately.

Thank you!

You're welcome... Ah, shit!

Our second lead is the bride's family. Gilles?

Alain Delaunay. He produces fertilizer in Arras.

The company has struggled in recent years

and had to sell off 40% of its stock

to outside investors.

Will's marriage to his daughter has come at a bad time.

Constance, I need help. This is a disaster.

Sandrine's peonies are cream-colored.

My dress is white!

Yes, I called the florist.

In white, they only have tulips - which aren't great -

or irises, which are nice, right?

No, I want peonies, or I'd rather cancel.

OK, no problem, leave it to me.

I'll paint them!

Of course there'll be rules.

No committing of offenses,

no incitement to commit offenses,

report back to base every two hours,

no accepting backhanders.

Is that clear?

Clear!

Mrs Zhao, I've found a solution for the seating plan, don't worry.

Just a reminder... you didn't forget the down payment?

I told my accountant to pay you in full after the ceremony.

You don't mind waiting 48 hours?

Actually... yes!

Yes?

The generator is dead. Did you ask for dispensation?

Sorry?

The generator is dead.

The thermostat is stuck.

The flowers will never last.

- Aurore's cousin is bringing someone. - The fridge is full.

- What do I tell him? - What now?

Whoa...

There's no room for the verrines.

Check with the clients.

See the diesel-oil fuel pump? Well, it blew up.

The flowers will be dead by tonight!

The generator broke down!

Darn it.

They're going to kill me.

Constance!

Constance, where are you?

Constance!

Are you there?

Karadec, what is it?

Morgane?

You're meant to check in every two hours!

I can't speak up, that crazy woman is looking for me!

Are you in any danger?

No, but weddings make people go nuts!

It seems so.

Actually...

I was thinking, maybe we could have dinner together.

Once you're done, I mean.

To talk about the case. Or anything.

Yeah, if you like.

Great!

If I'm not too exhausted. I'm having some crazy days here.

We could go to Ranir's. Or anywhere you like.

Let's go to Ranir's. At least I know where it is!

Yeah... all right.

Great.

Shall we say 8 o'clock?

Fuk!

Excuse me?

Fuk!

Fuk, Luk...

and Sau.

The three statues!

There's our motive!

What statues?

The ones that Maggie Zhao

has put all over the place.

I'll explain - Fuk, Luk and Sau

are three really important gods in the Chinese pantheon.

They represent happiness, prosperity and longevity.

Obviously every Chinese family

has a set of three statuettes in their sitting room.

I don't get it, Morgane. Can you explain?

Gilles says...

that three companies own 40%

of the Delaunay company holdings.

French Union Kapital,

the Loan United Kingdom fund

and SA Ulysse, OK?

Right, now take the initials

of the three companies and what do you get?

You get...

Fuk, Luk, and Sau!

I think one person is behind these three companies.

And I bet you anything that person

is the groom's mother!

So Maggie Zhao

secretly bought 40% of the Delaunay holdings.

But why?

Karadec, think about it.

I am doing.

Aurore owns 15% of her parents' company,

so technically...

Once Will and Aurore are married,

the Zhaos are majority shareholders.

Unless Will dies before the wedding.

Who's desperate to keep his company?

I would never hurt Will.

Sure, I was furious when I realized what had happened.

My daughter is in love, I thought he was using her.

But he assured me he knew nothing about his mother's scheming.

- You believed him? - No, of course not.

But he promised he'd sign a prenup to solve the problem.

And he kept his word.

Why would he do that

if he was marrying my daughter for her shares?

Basically it's all my fault. After the explosion last year,

I needed money quickly and didn't screen the investors properly.

Explosion?

What explosion?

A gas leak, Karadec. A gas leak!

The explosion was traumatic for everyone.

Let me explain. Last year there was a gas leak

in a building owned by Delaunay.

Aurore, our bride-to-be,

lived there and was nearly killed.

Fortunately Will was passing that way,

realized there was a girl missing

and went in to save her!

That's how they met. It's soooo romantic!

Only it wasn't a happy ending for everyone.

One of the other tenants died in the explosion.

Which led to a court case, an inquiry, the whole shebang.

Stay right there.

When will you be back?

Still at work. How's Serge?

Not too bad.

Aside from that, how was your day?

Aside from that? You're funny.

That's a good lead!

No, I just meant that maybe...

we could talk about stuff other than work.

There.

Excuse me.

Thanks, Ranir.

There you go.

Would you like wine?

- Red? - Yes.

The Languedoc, please.

Are you wearing scent?

Yes.

Now wait a minute... All this...

Is this me reporting?

Or is it more of a...?

Well, no.

No what?

We're having dinner together.

- Had you misunderstood? - No, it's great.

We're having dinner. Plus I'm starving,

so that's great.

The Languedoc.

Well... cheers!

Here's to us.

To health and happiness.

Thanks, Ranir.

The wine's good.

Have you been to the movies lately?

No.

But me and the kids are really into Ninja Warrior.

- You? - No. Is it a Japanese series?

Only I love Asian cinema, particularly Korean films.

I might like it.

Actually, this is more...

More of a game show.

People have to tackle challenges. It's great.

Mint's good.

I love it.

Yeah.

I really like it.

Daphne sent a report on the explosion. Shall we look?

Yeah, definitely!

Hi, Mom. Did you get any money?

No, but I'm working on it.

So how's Serge?

I know what you're going to say

but with his fever, I had no choice.

Wait... the fever?

You said he wasn't too bad,

not that he was on his deathbed.

Oh no!

Sorry.

I've done what I can.

I was a nurse, not a surgeon.

But the fever

has to come down or he'll need a hospital.

Thanks for coming.

Why did you let him back into your life?

It always ends badly...

I'll stop you right there. I've had a hard day.

I can't take any preaching, OK?

Look, take the kids to Ludo's,

I'll wait here till he comes round.

And don't worry, if a bullet

was enough to see off your father,

someone would have shot him years ago, believe me.

Once upon a time there was a princess called Aurore.

She had everything she needed to be happy

but unfortunately, she wasn't.

She didn't have...

The slide...

Sandrine?

Yes, here it comes.

She didn't have... love.

With a capital L.

Yes?

Excuse me, Constance, we have a problem.

A worker put his sandwich on the guestbook.

Oh dear!

It's left grease stains!

Can we get everyone to sign again?

Of course, leave it to me.

Her life was meaningless, she was about to give up.

I'll let you get on with it. Don't let me down!

Until one day, the princess's castle accidentally blew up.

Boom!

But tragedy turned to joy because on that day,

valiant Prince Will

took his courage in his hands

and rescued the sleeping princess.

And in his arms,

she regained consciousness.

Constance?

Great!

I loved it, that was...

You do theater, right?

Will, before meeting you, I was lost.

You taught me what love is.

Whatever obstacles lie ahead, we shall overcome them

because from now on, it's you and me together.

Iris?

Ah, caught you out!

Anyway you don't look like a Sandrine.

You crossed out a letter in the guestbook.

Who can't write their own name?

I don't know whether you remember

but yesterday, when I suggested using irises to Aurore,

you turned to look at me!

So... wait, let me...

No...

But I need to check.

Now what's in here?

But...

That's mine!

Chill Bill! She has no ID papers.

But we have a Séphora card, a Nocibé card,

an Aldi card...

blah, blah, blah... all in the name

of Miss Iris Tomaso.

Caught out by your addiction to shopping.

We agree your name is fake, as is your relationship with Aurore.

It stands out a mile that you can't stand her.

Beat it!

Wait, calm down, put that away.

You have no flair

for crime.

The loose spotlight failed, so best just skip it.

There you go, now we're good.

They've taken everything. They killed my sister, they have to pay.

You mean your sister was in the Delaunay building when it exploded?

Yes.

OK.

Look, I'll call a friend, we'll find a solution.

But no more of this. I'm confiscating it!

When my sister died, I lost everything.

I wanted him to know how that feels.

Mrs Thomaso, you persist in claiming

that the explosion your sister died in was a criminal enterprise.

The report clearly states

that it was an accident.

No, I read the articles.

They received two million

in insurance!

Much less than the value of the building.

Why would Delaunay blow up a building with his daughter inside?

You don't get it.

These people are ruthless!

You're ruthless and you killed Samir in your quest for revenge!

What?

I didn't kill Samir, they did!

He could have brought them down.

Brought them down?

Last year my sister sublet a room to him.

He wasn't on the contract, he had no ID papers.

But he saw something, now he's dead too.

Samir lived with your sister in the building that blew up?

Yes!

I kept calling him but he wouldn't talk to me.

I didn't understand.

Till I saw him driving their daughter's fiancé's car.

First they bought his silence, then they killed him.

Delaunay didn't admit to knowing him before hiring him.

- Can you prove this claim? - Yes.

Iris and her sister with Samir.

Taken in the Delaunay building.

So Samir did live there.

At the autopsy, Bonnemain noted lesions on the eardrums,

caused by an explosion.

So he was there that day and saw something incriminating.

Neither the lovebirds nor the families saw fit to mention it.

Is this woman right?

They tried to buy Samir's silence with ID papers and a job?

Before I forget, there's my bill for expenses.

Do sort it out quickly, it's pretty urgent, OK?

In any case,

I don't think it's a coincidence.

If Samir was going to expose them,

the Delaunays have a motive.

By the way, I asked my accountant about the advance.

The easiest way

is to give my assistant a check.

Do you have a pen?

So it's Morgane Alvaro.

I'll text you the details, OK?

See you later, Mrs Zhao.

What's this about a check?

You're not taking payments from a murder suspect?

No!

She's insisted, so what can I do? Am I infiltrating or not?

Anyway, don't worry,

I won't cash the check.

I should hope not!

We'll be having an audit.

The Prefect's friends have been leading us a merry dance.

Sorry but we need to put some pressure on them.

Agreed?

- OK, I'll call the Prefect. - Thanks.

This is getting to be...

Well, I'll get back to...

infiltrating stuff.

- See you later. - Yes.

Happy infiltration!

Why did I say that?

It's me.

You're awake. Why didn't you answer?

Morgane, meet Redbones, an old friend.

Sorry to turn up like this, Morgane,

but your dad owes me some dough.

- Well... - Go ahead, sit down.

We'll have a chat.

Fetch me some ice, hot coffee gives me heartburn.

So, Morgane.

I went easy last time.

Thighs heal up nicely.

Yeah, well...

But I still don't have my dough.

He's a player!

- You are, aren't you? - Sure!

Well, here's a game for you.

Turkish Roulette.

I ask questions and if I don't like the answer...

- Bang! - Now wait...

See?

Shall we start?

- Where's my fucking money? - Wait, first off...

Calm down.

We can talk, right?

No? I've got the money.

- I've got the money. - Great.

It's no problem, it's just that

- how can I put it? -

I made an investment.

But it's serious stuff.

You'll get it back in three weeks with a 25% profit.

Shut your fucking mouth!

Just stop it.

Where's my fucking dough?

I lost it playing poker at the casino.

Wait!

It was me, I spent it, I didn't know it was your money.

I can pay you back in 48 hours.

Shut up.

- Don't mess around. - Now listen up.

No, 24 hours.

Or everyone here cops it, OK?

OK, 24 hours is fine, that's plenty of time.

Ma'am.

Morgane.

24.

I've got an idea.

I know this woman who's loaded.

Shut up or I'll thump you!

She can help us.

Come on, I'll change your dressing.

Hello, Mrs Zhao, it's me. Sorry to disturb you.

I'll just be a moment. Bad news.

The DJ has cancelled at the last minute.

But the good news is, I have a Plan B.

I found someone better. It's all sorted.

Just that he needs paying in cash. I don't suppose that's a problem?

The Prefect says we can interview the Zhaos and Delaunays.

Don't play the cowboy.

The watchwords are tact and discretion.

OK, tact and discretion.

Constance, come here, please.

Isn't the helmet a bit odd?

Sure he's done weddings before?

The helmet is so he won't be recognized!

Don't tell me...

you don't know who it is. He's just warming up.

Major?

Mrs Zhao.

I thought I made myself clear

about your being here.

Very clear. But the Prefect and the DA

have agreed that I should resume my investigation.

Obviously it's a little experimental.

But if you like, we can ask him

to go more mainstream.

Yes please!

Excuse me.

Shit.

Hi!

Not content with trying to get money out of suspects,

you now have your daughter working for them?

See that, Karadec?

What?

Aurore!

The only one who didn't wince.

Because her eardrums are shot since the explosion.

So?

Whereas Will... look.

He puts his fingers in his ears.

Meaning he wasn't at the explosion.

Unlike...

Samir, his driver!

Switch the music off.

His autopsy showed his ears were shot.

See what I'm getting at?

Samir saved Aurore, not Will.

That was a gaffe, supercop.

Will?

I arrived right after the explosion.

A guy put Aurore in my arms, then ran off.

I never wanted to lie.

When she opened her eyes,

no one had ever looked at me like that.

So Samir was the real hero.

You hired him to buy his silence.

When it wasn't enough, you killed him?

No, I had no reason to.

But he was threatening your fairytale.

Samir didn't threaten anything.

Will told me everything on his stag night.

That's why he came to see me.

He wanted me to know before we were married.

You confessed to your bride-to-be just as the murder took place.

Very convenient, right?

She says she heard them in their room. She'll testify.

You, you'll be hearing from me.

And whoever you are, you're fired!

Well, when it comes to discretion,

a breach of case secrecy in front of a suspect is hardly textbook.

As for you, Morgane, the Prefect tells me you were there with your daughter.

Where has all this got us?

The groom was confessing to Aurore

just as the murder was being committed.

Will's grandmother confirms that he was there.

Yes, I am frightened by thunderstorms.

So I've jeopardized my career for a suspect who has an alibi

and no motive... Great!

That's the Prefect.

Thanks a bundle!

Yes, Mr Prefect. So...

At the time of the murder,

I heard crying and moaning in the room next door.

It was the voices of Aurore and Will.

Yes, Mr Prefect, I will. I'm so sorry about all this.

Goodbye.

Not now, Daphne, I'm very busy.

Sorry, Chief, but we have a big problem.

I've studied the career paths and star signs of everyone in the team

and there is a marked lack of diversity.

A clear bias exists when it comes to promotions.

Gilles is a double earth sign.

Gilles is in on it too?

In on what?

The game you all keep playing: how can we piss off Céline today?

I'll come back, this isn't a good time.

Yes, it is a good time! I became a cop so I could deal every day

with a bunch of ungrateful kids and their bullshit.

So don't hold back, my door is always open!

Pierre, it's me.

Is the offer to go away for a few days still good?

I think I need a vacation.

So did you get the money?

I can always ask my lady friend...

Everything OK?

Yeah, why?

I can see you're tense.

Won't you tell me what's happening?

It's not about last night, is it?

I know it wasn't exactly

the best first date ever.

Charming!

That's not what I meant.

- You were a bit distant too. - Excuse me?

- Which is fine. - Me, distant?

Sorry for not picking up on the deeply romantic aspect

of the 8.50 Bombay menu at Ranir's!

Get him... Distant!

After three months of silence!

I offered to go elsewhere.

You said Ranir's was great. "It's practical!"

Because you'd just mentioned a debriefing!

How was I to know it was a date?

Can't you express yourself

- like normal people? - No!

Not everyone says whatever comes into their head!

Sometimes you need to decipher.

Decipher?

I'm the queen of deciphering!

I invented deciphering!

I'm paid to decipher!

You need to decipher. Honestly!

To hell with your deciphering.

Deciphering humans isn't your strong point either.

Shit.

You have a friend in this district who can help us?

Of course she'll help us.

I've always been popular with the ladies.

I'm well in with Colette.

Really well in. Between us, it was really... wow!

Here it is, step aside.

The thing is, Colette is jealous.

Very jealous. A real tiger!

You'd better keep out of the way.

Please. It would be better.

That's good, stay there.

Thierry!

Colette!

You haven't changed a bit.

What happened to your leg?

Weren't you in Albania?

I'm making myself at home.

Thierry, what are you doing? Get off me!

Come on, let's get out of here!

Before she wakes up, move it!

Quick!

- What have you done? - Run!

What?

Go... Morgane!

Get out! Go on, beat it!

- Not this again! - Clear off.

Morgane!

Here, take this.

At least give me the jewels. Fuck!

Morgane!

Shit!

Shit!

- Hi. - Hi.

Karadec, I'm sorry to turn up unannounced like this.

I need to talk to you.

Come in.

Excuse me, I've something on the stove.

I'm disturbing you, right?

It's 8pm, I was about to eat but it's fine. So what's up?

I love you...

but you can be hard to be with.

You see, I'm...

Whereas you're much more...

Nothing, I shouldn't have disturbed you.

I'm sorry.

See you tomorrow.

Were you crying?

No, no.

It's the rain.

It isn't raining.

That's right, it isn't.

Yes, I am frightened by thunderstorms.

It wasn't raining.

It wasn't raining!

Will wasn't with Aurore the night of the murder.

He was at the crime scene. He killed Samir!

I don't understand.

We agree that our key witness is Will's grandma.

Remember how Gilles struggled

to translate her interview?

Please repeat, I do not understand.

Mandarin is a pain.

Any slight variation in accent completely changes the meaning.

Ah, right.

For example, she said she heard thunder.

When Gilles made her repeat it,

the machine translated it as crying.

Moaning.

In Mandarin,

thunder and crying are very close, almost homonyms.

OK.

Don't look at me like that!

Yes, I have a vague grasp of Mandarin.

I'm not fluent but I get by.

Anyway, it was thunder she heard that night,

at the same time as the moans.

First, no one was crying in Aurore's room.

Second, one area did have a storm that night... remember?

The puddles at the crime scene.

At the crime scene!

Whereas at the château, there was zilch.

So Will wasn't with Aurore in her room.

He was on the phone to Aurore!

In fact the thunder...

was the background noise!

I had a look around the château,

checked out all the rooms,

and in Aurore's I saw a Bluetooth speaker.

They fooled the grandmother into thinking he was in Aurore's room.

Oh, Will!

Who do we thank?

The undercover cop!

I'm an eel, Karadec.

I slip and slide and shimmy.

OK, so he has no alibi. Now we need to find a motive.

I can't work like this!

Well, this is how I always work. Let yourself go!

Morgane.

I think I've got something.

This photo in the annexes.

It isn't referenced in the file.

Look, the ventilation around the window is blocked.

Odd, isn't it?

Someone is either sensitive to the cold

or was trying to gas themselves.

Exactly!

A4B12.

4th floor, apartment B12.

Aurore's!

She tried to kill herself with gas. She caused the explosion!

Her life was meaningless, she was about to give up.

When Samir saved Aurore,

he realized it was a suicide attempt!

He was about to talk so Will did him in!

It was Aurore's secret that Will wanted to hide!

We have a motive. Morgane!

We have a motive!

Darn it!

That feels good.

Morgane?

How about I take you on a dinner date?

Yeah, OK.

What happens now?

You'll both be indicted: Will for first-degree murder,

you for the second-degree murder of Lucie Tomaso.

Don't worry, Will. We'll wait for each other.

I waited all my life for you.

I can wait a little longer.

I had no choice.

I couldn't let her go to jail.

I accepted the plaudits when I'd done nothing.

It was Samir who rescued Aurore from the explosion.

When he said he was going to expose her,

I knew it was my turn to protect her.

This time, I had to stand up.

Subtitles by Kevin Smith for VECTRACOM