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I don't understand.

Who did you steal that thing from?

No one! I'm not a thief.

No!

Rony Boyer, 42.

Owner of the store.

The body was found by an employee.

Cause of death?

A bullet in the back of the head

but lots of wounds on the arms and legs,

all inflicted before death.

Torture, then.

Do we know what with?

I'd say an electric drill.

No less!

That freaked you out!

You find all sorts in stores like this.

Hello, Morgane.

Like this. It's so funny!

Hello.

I'll leave you to your report.

I'll take a look around.

Some great stuff here.

Are you looking for a gift to give me tonight?

You don't have to.

You're the guest, isn't it them

who bring gifts?

We said 8pm, right?

That's right.

The killer didn't take anything, the team has done an inventory.

Nothing is missing from the shelves or storeroom.

Did you check the safe?

What safe?

There, those two sockets.

They're nothing like the others.

They're obviously fake. Plus there's an adaptor

with loads of plugs in it.

I reckon there's a safe behind them.

Right again!

Cash and jewelry. Nothing in the registers.

Stinks of selling stolen goods.

Well done, Morgane.

You've saved us a lot of time.

What have you done?

Well, it's always a pleasure to help.

HIP HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

I don't understand.

Not a thing!

No, it's much more lucrative.

The money is given directly

to an energy retrofit business.

With ecology taking off,

this one will fly!

My daughter.

She's investing in this too.

Hi, honey, how are you?

Not good, we just found

your jewels at a crime scene!

Excuse me, I need to tell her something.

First of all, Morgane, calm down.

I don't know what you mean.

Quit bullshitting me!

They were in a second-hand store in Roubaix.

The owner was killed with a drill!

An electric drill, see?

Roubaix?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Dédé... Dédé!

A glass of white, please.

- Look... - Just focus for a moment.

A guy is dead

and MY department is investigating!

Even if you didn't unload the jewels, our prints are on them.

I wiped everything before unloading them to Redbones.

And I used fake names.

You think I'm stupid?

You always tell me your colleagues are useless without you, right?

Not THAT useless!

Just do things normally.

If you think the investigation is closing in on us,

sidetrack them.

Sidetrack them!

So I have to cover for your fuck-ups. As usual.

Thanks for coming, Mrs Martingale.

Who's the old girl?

The owner of the jewelry found at the scene.

Stolen two days ago after a violent attack in her home.

Shit!

Do you recognize these jewels?

Yes, they're my jewels!

Where did you find them?

In the store of a man who was murdered.

Goodness!

We want to identify the people he was selling for.

Tell me what happened the day of your attack.

It's all a bit hazy. My memory isn't what it was.

I understand.

It was shortly after 5.30, I'd just made tea

when my friend Thierry arrived.

Thierry!

I opened the door.

He had a crutch, I invited him in.

Thierry who?

Thierry Askuch. That's A... S...

K... U... C... H.

An Albanian shipowner.

Thierry Askruch.

- Askruch... Askuch? - She said Askruch.

- Askuch... - She said Askruch.

Thierry... Stop it, you're distracting me!

Excuse me.

Daphne, are you on it?

Yes, Askuch.

A Lebanese aviator.

Thank you.

So you invited him in. Then what happened?

And then...

I'm not sure.

He lifted up his crutch, like this.

Bang!

Then he grabbed my jewelry box.

That's all.

This Thierry... was he alone?

Get moving, come on!

Yes, I think so.

That's all for now.

- Good. - I'll see you out.

Thank you.

- What's wrong? - I dropped my gum.

When can I get them back? They're family jewels.

I'm very attached to them.

Once our work is done.

Thank you, you're wonderful.

Sir, Ma'am...

Found it! It was worth the effort.

Who would attack an old lady?

This job makes you lose your faith in humanity.

Yeah, well, not so fast.

Old people nowadays are not like they used to be.

They do sport and everything.

They're no softies!

I'm guessing

we have no Albanian shipowner named Askuch on record.

No, it's obviously a fake name.

Have you had any news from the chief?

Only we need a search warrant.

We need permission to search.

Fine.

It's urgent.

I authorize the search. Thank you.

Was that Karadec?

Has something happened? A homicide?

Something big?

A murder with an electric drill. Nothing serious.

With an electric drill?

Why wasn't I told?

Wait... No, what did we say?

This weekend, we...?

- Relax! - Exactly.

If there's an emergency, they'll call me.

Come on.

Askuch, seriously?

Rony Boyer's emails

are just exchanges with a German customer

about a brooch.

But there's an interesting message on his landline...

I've got this. Chill.

Rony, it's me. You're screening your calls

so I'm trying your landline.

I was grabbing a coffee

and thought of you.

Stay behind at the store later, OK?

We should have a chat.

Maybe his murderer?

- Did you trace the call? - Hidden number.

The operator can't help.

Oh, I had news about the Albanian shipowner.

The guy who stole the jewels.

The gendarmerie produced a Photofit image.

It just came in.

Wait, wait... take five.

Let's get this straight.

The murderer leaves a message on voicemail and what do we do?

Nothing!

Daphne says we can't identify the caller.

- Well... - Well what?

So says you!

Let me try anyway.

Rony, it's me.

You're screening your calls...

What did we hear there?

Nothing!

A vibration.

Typically the vibration of a glass on a table.

They're beside a tramway.

Or a subway. Something that moves.

OK?

So the call was made close to a tramway or a subway.

What else?

What else? Well, we carry on looking.

I was grabbing a coffee and thought of you.

Stay behind at the store later, OK?

Hear that?

I don't hear anything.

A seagull.

Where there's a seagull,

there's food. They're beside a market!

Tramway, food market...

Now we're getting somewhere!

Right, next.

Let's carry on.

We should have a chat.

Now that's subtle. Saving the best till last.

The guy has ice in his drink.

And boom!

Ice?

How do you know it's ice?

Because it cracks, Gilles. It cracks.

OK, I'll explain.

Imagine water molecules.

When you freeze them to make ice cubes,

they adopt a structured formation, like all crystals.

Yeah.

But if we raise the temperature...

they contract.

And what happens?

They burst. Or in this case, crack.

The guy says in his message that he's having a coffee,

so he's calling from someplace between a tramway and a market

that serves... iced coffee!

Hot coffee gives me heartburn.

Morgane?

Yeah, but you can't hear anything much really.

I'm just extrapolating.

The kind of thing that looks smart on paper

but in concrete terms...

On paper?

Yes, that's it!

The message was left on the victim's landline.

Look there, next to the phone.

A desk pad and pen with its cap off.

So he took notes while listening to messages?

Only one way to find out.

We'll check the seals.

No way!

Call... Redbones?

Redbones?

Daphne, get the rundown on him.

What's going on?

Redbones is leader of the Skulls, a pretty mean biker gang.

I think we have a suspect. Nice one, Gilles.

Old-style policing!

Yeah, it's true.

The stuff about seagulls and ice cubes

is great, really it is.

It just didn't have that... je-ne-sais-quoi.

I'm not saying it isn't good, but...

Lieutenant Forestier.

I need to pinpoint a suspect's phone. Yes, I'll wait.

His ex-wife.

OK, got it. Thanks, Lieutenant.

Oh dear.

What... what?

Just as I feared, Gilles.

I'll call you back.

I drew your cards, look what I got.

The Devil, the Moon, and Death. The three worst cards.

I thought Death in tarot cards didn't really mean death.

It's Death with something else.

No, that's an urban legend to reassure people who draw crappy cards.

Death is death. Yes! It means someone you know

is a wolf in sheep's clothing.

You need to identify who it is before they secrete their poison.

Otherwise...

- Death. - No!

Yes.

A wolf in sheep's clothing? But who?

I've no idea but if I were you,

I wouldn't go into the field this week.

An informer knows where Redbones is. Let's go!

I don't want to go,

I think I've got...

Cystitis!

- He has cystitis. - Yeah.

"A wolf in sheep's clothing"! What is this bullshit?

Supposing he recognizes me?

I am playing for time! Did you call him?

I can't, he's like a Rottweiler once he's got his teeth into you!

No, if I overdo it, he'll figure me out!

That was Henri, giving me a hard time about the rent.

Oh yeah, rent is sooo...

Anyway,

I'd better get back, Karadec is waiting.

Work, work, work!

I'd better not dawdle.

See you later.

Yeah, see you later.

It seem Redbones

organizes business meetings in this hammam.

So he knows no one is carrying a wire.

It'll be full of naked guys. We should give them the heads-up.

Since when did naked suspects bother you?

That's a cheap shot. I learn from my mistakes,

I'll have you know!

Oh yeah?

Hide your skegs, we're coming in!

Morgane!

Kara, your hand!

Fuck.

Stay here.

Police!

Shit!

Should I call an ambulance?

Mr Redbones?

Shit, Morgane... He's looking for your father.

He's looking for your father.

He's after your father... he's looking for him.

Is that your phone vibrating?

It can't be.

I should check mine, in case it's an emergency.

Seriously, just trust them.

I'm sure they're managing just fine.

- You think so? - Yes!

Not satisfied with a cop on your tail? You wanted a psycho too?

Speak up, Morgane, I can't hear you.

The driller killer is looking for you!

Hi... Théa?

Hi, Mom.

Don't go away.

Théa, did you let that guy in?

We hired him for the stairs.

We paid a deposit, so he insisted.

Are you totally nuts?

We'll talk about it later.

Pack your bags, I'm taking you to Ludo's.

Are you serious?

Don't ask questions, do it!

Yes?

Hello? I can't hear you, Morgane.

We'll talk upstairs. Wait there.

Now listen up, you've got one last chance to tell me the truth.

Who is this guy and why does he want to kill you?

I don't know who the guy is, I swear I don't.

But don't worry, we'll sort it all out.

Hello?

Yes, hello?

Where are you anyway?

I'm in the car... Why?

Hello?

Are you kidding me?

Wait, it isn't what you think. I miss my grandkids, so...

You grandkids are going to be wiped out because of you, so beat it!

You did this place up with MY money,

so you can put me up for 48 hours!

Shut up and don't move!

Hello, Kara?

Hi, Morgane.

Actually the paperwork took ages. Can we say 8.30?

Yes, I was going to call you because...

there's a hitch.

It turns out Ludo can't have the kids tonight

so if we could postpone till tomorrow night...

Tomorrow? That's fine.

Great.

Can't wait! Let's say tomorrow then... Bye!

You're a pain.

Go hide in the attic

but I warn you, once this is over, stay out of my life!

All right.

Daphne, any news?

The hammam says the killer has a German accent.

German?

Didn't our first victim have a German customer before he died?

Yes, about a brooch. And guess what.

We thought it was a coincidence

but this brooch was the only piece of yours missing from the crime scene.

We think the killer took it.

Anna's brooch!

Anna's?

Anna is a friend I met in Berlin 50 years ago.

In the 1970s

I was a secretary at the French Embassy in GDR, in the communist sector.

Anna worked with me.

She was German.

We soon grew close.

The brooch was hers.

Anna Kruger.

Any idea if she's still alive?

No.

I don't know.

How can I put it?

She fell in love with a Frenchman she met at work.

I never knew his name, she was very secretive about it.

Then one day she told me

she'd found a way to join him in the West.

I tried to talk her out of it.

In 1971, crossing the frontier illegally

was very dangerous.

She could have been arrested, robbed, or worse!

But she wouldn't listen.

She even asked me to help her.

She gave you the brooch in case it was stolen?

Yes.

With my diplomatic passport, it was easy.

I crossed the border that same day, then I waited...

on the other side to give it back.

But she never came to reclaim it.

- Do you know what happened to her? - No.

I never heard from her again.

I came back to France

a few years later but kept the brooch.

Deep down, I always hoped she'd come back to reclaim it.

Do you have a picture of Anna?

Let me check my photo albums.

The murders are linked to this brooch,

which originally belonged to Anna Kruger.

In 1972, she tried to leave GDR and vanished

after entrusting her friend Mrs Martingale with the brooch.

It remained in a box for 50 years

until Thierry Askuch stole it.

The brooch then passed through various hands to Redbones,

before reaching our first victim.

Our killer got wind of it

and attacked anyone in possession of it.

Daphne, have you found any other intermediaries?

Yes, according to Redbones's notebook,

a man named S. Nessuno gave him the brooch...

along with the other jewels.

I haven't yet identified him.

OK, keep looking into him, and into Thierry Askuch.

These are probably our killer's next two targets.

We need to identify them.

OK, intermediaries are all very well

but the question is,

what is the killer's motive?

Why is the guy stuck on this brooch?

No?

Maybe the killer has links

with the original owner. They're both German.

Yes, Gilles!

Now that's something to look into.

What do we know about this woman Anna?

Nothing, she vanished in 1972. Nobody has seen her since.

Nobody. "Nessuno" means "nobody" in Italian.

He sold the jewels to our biker.

OK, what about the Albanian shipowner, Thierry Askuch?

What does Askuch mean in Albanian?

Dunno.

Let me look.

"Nobody".

It's the same guy. One middle man.

Hey, Pops, do you think there's anyone faster?

Faster than him?

Nobody.

Wait till you see. This Nobody is smart.

He always achieves his ends.

But don't tell your mom I showed you this film, OK?

Just a single intermediary,

a guy who calls himself Nobody!

So it's him the killer is looking for.

We have to find him first. Daphne?

See if there's any CCTV around Mrs Martingale's.

Gilles, check with the parking fines department

if anyone there got a ticket.

Definitely.

Start the engine!

OK, we're getting distracted. We were onto something.

Why have we gone all scattergun? Stay focused!

Hello?

Morgane, we've got something.

2015? OK.

Yeah, thanks.

That was forensics, the killer's prints from the hammam

match those from a case in 2015:

an attack near Paris... with a drill.

Yes!

THAT'S a lead!

Now we have something.

Well done, Gilles.

I told the police everything in 2015.

The guy came in, hit me,

then threatened me with an electric drill.

He had a hood on, I didn't see his face.

The reason for the attack wasn't mentioned in the report.

Any idea what he wanted?

No, he wasn't making any sense.

I thought he was crazy. Or on drugs.

Have you ever seen this woman?

No.

No.

Are you sure?

Her name is Anna Kruger.

We think your attacker was after her.

The man who attacked you has killed four people in the last 48 hours.

If you have any clue that can help identify him, you need to tell us.

I'm sure you can imagine what he subjected his victims to.

- It's our son. - Excuse me?

Your son?

Anna and I met in East Berlin.

We had an affair.

She became pregnant.

Was it you she came to France to find?

Our affair got her into trouble.

When Klaus was born,

Stasi placed her under surveillance.

She had no choice, she had to leave.

She found a people smuggler.

But she never made it.

I figured she'd been arrested.

What about your son?

I heard he was sent to an orphanage

for the children of deserters.

I tried to get him out.

It wasn't possible.

Eight years ago

he came wanting to know happened to his mother?

When he realized I had no answer,

he went crazy.

I don't know what they did to him there but it broke him.

He was barely human anymore.

We're closed.

Yeah.

Daphne?

Did you get that list of parking tickets from Mrs Martingale's district?

Only I was thinking, since you're snowed under,

I could go through them for you.

That's nice of you.

If I can help...

The Major is taking care of it, I forwarded it to him.

But we have six months of call records for all four victims.

If you want to check them...

No, I haven't got the time.

Fair enough. Well, see you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

I put out an APB on Klaus Kruger.

Nothing yet.

We need to contact the German and Belgian authorities

and find him.

Well, I'm ready. Shall we go?

Where are you going?

The Major has invited me to dinner to thank me for my efforts

in the investigation. Yep!

Nice!

Shall we go?

I've contributed too.

The names on the desk pad, the parking tickets...

Have a nice evening.

Yeah, have fun.

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Cheers!

I hope it's chilled enough.

Ta-dah!

- For me? - Absolutely.

You can't say I don't do things properly.

That's nice of you, you shouldn't have.

Well, yes you should. Thank you.

It'll make you laugh.

A charger with three USB ports. Great, thanks!

Very useful for your family.

Just kidding.

Text message from Daphne.

There's a file on Anna Kruger in the Stasi archives.

The German authorities will send it over.

Say "Stasi" again.

Stasi.

Ah, yes.

Say something else in German.

Crikey, it's crazy.

You're like a different guy.

It changes you completely.

Try some Russian.

Russian?

Not so good.

Italian.

ltalian is so classy.

What does it mean?

Nothing.

Yes, I definitely recognized the word Morgane!

Oh?

So... what does it mean?

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

Watch out, it's hot.

Nachos?

Really?

You eat nachos?

You don't like them?

Yes, I just never imagined you eating them.

There's a lot about you I don't know!

Actually, let's play a game.

I ask some questions, you reply with one word.

Sounds awful.

OK, great.

Your pet's name when you were a kid.

Surcouf. A Doberman that looked nasty but was a softy.

OK. Your favorite grandma's first name.

Paulette.

All right.

Your first CD?

Red Hots. Under The Bridge.

Yeah, that was cool.

Yeah, it was cool.

Where you went to on vacation.

La Pointue.

La Pointue?

Our house in Brittany, so named because of

the pointed roof.

My little brother and I loved vacations there.

Not anymore?

No.

We sold it after my brother's accident.

There was a bunker on the beach we loved to play in.

My mother asked me to look after my little brother, as usual.

But I was 14

and more interested in having fun with other teenagers.

While I was kissing my first girlfriend

he went to the bunker and fell badly.

I haven't told that story in a long time.

I have to go.

The carpenter is meant

to be finishing the last step.

I need to pay him.

But I really enjoyed it.

I really like this idea.

It was great. See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Stasi's file on Anna Kruger is a real goldmine.

For six months, they spied on her,

watching her every move, until 7 March 1972 when she boarded

a bus to Magdeburg, near the border.

Then they lost her.

- They never saw her again? - Not as such.

The file was updated

in 1979, after four female bodies were discovered

in a common grave close to Magdeburg.

While never formally identified, the size and clothes

of one matched Anna.

Her son tortures people in France

to find out what happened to her

but she never left GDR.

Maybe a Stasi execution?

The report doesn't say so

but the pathologist found arsenic in the body.

It isn't their usual MO.

Really?

Has anyone else consulted the file?

I have a list of everyone who asked to.

Great.

Hey, Big Gees!

- Hello, Morgane. - Hello.

Gilles, did I miss something?

Yeah, it turns out Anna Kruger is dead.

Her body was found in a mass grave close to the border in Germany.

Are you OK?

Yeah.

Great.

I mean, if anything is wrong,

you can tell me.

Yeah.

But nothing is wrong, so it's all good.

Can I have a word?

Yes, of course.

What's wrong?

The thing is...

I saw somebody do something.

Well, I'm not totally sure but...

if I'm right and this person did do something...

I need to tell you.

Both to protect this person, who does tend to do things...

What has she done?

She tried to get into your computer.

OK?

No problem, Gilles.

Don't worry, I asked her to print a document.

You gave her your password?

Yes.

I need a bodyguard for Mrs Martingale.

Can you take over protection duties temporarily?

Protection? Well, I'm still not feeling...

too good...

But I'll do it.

Great, thanks.

I owe you one.

OK.

Sure?

Yeah, don't worry, it's all good.

La Pointue.

No spaces, capital P.

The password to my computer. But you already knew that, right?

What do you mean?

I've got the parking ticket.

I know you were there when Mrs Martingale was attacked.

OK, I was there

but it isn't what you think.

My dad has fucked up. Again!

He owed some money. Or rather we did.

A lot of money. He stole some jewels to pay it back.

But nothing that's happened since has anything to do with him.

You used me.

No... no!

No, I lied about it but everything else is true.

You have to trust me.

Don't talk to me about trust!

You spend your life lying.

Trust must be built, nurtured, shared.

Daphne?

Major, where are you?

The suspect was spotted leaving a bar.

OK, send a team in, I'm on my way.

At least let me tell you what I know.

Go home.

If you try to interfere in any way, I'll alert the IGPN.

Police!

Hi.

I know my colleagues

checked before leaving but I'd rather do it myself.

You really think I'm in danger?

No, our suspect has no way of finding you.

Anyway you're with me.

You're perfectly safe.

Unless my tarot cards were right.

Your what?

Nothing, it's silly.

My friend is into fortune-telling.

She predicted I would die today.

I don't believe a word of it!

The fact some psycho with a drill is after you

doesn't mean we're both goners.

No point in getting too paranoid.

I'm making tea. Would you like some?

Tea? Yes, with pleasure.

All right, I'm coming!

Ludo, what are you doing?

- Returning your children, Morgane. - No!

I've had them for two days. It isn't my week, you take them.

Not now...

- Hello. - Let me explain.

A psychopath is after me.

It's dangerous for them!

Someone is always after you!

- But this is serious. - I'm sick of being messed about!

Just not now!

- Put your stuff down here... - Don't move.

You're not even my dad!

Every other week...

- It's a bad time, Henri. - Now, Morgane, stop fobbing me off!

I've been asking you for three weeks.

So what's two more days?

I won't leave till I have the rent.

- Now listen. - Morgane, please...

Stop!

Kikeriki...

Nobody moves!

This man.

Tell me where he is.

I don't know who he is, I'm sorry.

Stop! Stop!

OK, he looks familiar but I don't know where he is... No!

Wait, wait!

Stop that! Let her go, I'm here.

Now let her go.

I'm the one you wanted, here I am.

Leave my daughter alone.

Stop!

Just a second.

Calm down a little.

It'll be OK.

You think I killed your mother? Well, I didn't.

And I can prove it.

Sit down.

- Sit down! - I'll sit down.

I'm listening.

No, I can't prove it, but Morgane...

Wait, Morgane can!

She's studied the files.

Plus she's HIP, see?

What?

HIP means... What's HIP in German?

She works for the police.

She's smart. You know smart?

She's a cop!

In German... HIP?

In German.

That's HIP. Do you understand?

You've got 20 minutes.

Otherwise you die first.

District Attorney? We have another victim.

We don't know yet how he's linked to the case.

Excuse me a moment.

Yes, very well.

Thank you, sir. I'll keep you posted.

Sorry, I can't take your call. Please leave a message.

Karadec, it's me.

Sorry to bother you but no one else is replying.

I'm calling you because... I wanted to check something

and I need...

the case file

as soon as possible.

If you could email it to me immediately

I'd be most grateful.

Don't worry, he'll call back quickly.

He's very professional.

I'll call my colleague, though.

- Wait... - It's over.

No!

I assure you he'll call back, give me 5 minutes.

Listen, you know this case.

You don't need them, right?

You remember the details, so get thinking.

Come on!

Go.

Come on!

I can't remember, it's gone. There's nothing.

Listen, honey. Close your eyes.

We used to play cards

to train your memory, remember?

It was great. So you can do it, come on.

Close your eyes. Go on.

They're family jewels.

I'm very attached to them.

Fuck, it's the old girl!

Old girl? What old girl?

Your friend Martingale. The people smuggler!

She lured young girls, promising to take them

to the West,

then bumped them off instead to steal their jewels!

It's the woman he stole the brooch from

who killed your mother!

Fuck, I did it!

Dammit... dammit!

I was scared but I did it.

Thank you very much. That's so nice of you.

It's... well!

It's hot!

This will definitely relax me.

It's the pick-me-up I needed.

Even if you don't believe it,

when a close friend tells you to watch out for a wolf

in sheep's clothing... you begin to be wary of everyone.

This morning, for example,

I became psychotic about Morgane.

You know who Morgane is? My colleague, the redhead.

You should drink it, it's getting cold.

You're right, excuse me.

I adore Morgane.

I adore her, she's like a sister.

But she can be a bit manipulative.

So I'm wondering, does Morgane...

really want to...? Here's an example.

Last January...

Am I boring you? We were working on an investigation...

Has the body been moved?

No indication that it has.

OK, thanks.

Here, that's the address.

Go ahead, get to it.

Revenge waits for no man!

Don't worry, I'll take care of untying everyone.

Off you go!

No, wait. What are you afraid of?

You think I'll call the cops once you're gone?

He's a wanted man too. We're not gonna call the cops.

Yes, I'm wanted too.

See?

No!

I see we're not in a trusting relationship.

You know what? Just tie me up again.

Someone will find us eventually. How's that?

I'm sorry.

Like that toaster business.

I put her up for months.

When she left, the toaster vanished.

Three months later, I'm at her place. What do I see?

Same toaster, same model, same color.

Then she has the nerve to insist it isn't my toaster.

I told her: Stop it, Morgane. It doesn't matter, just admit it.

It'll catch up with her. Yes, karma will catch up with her!

It's bound to.

Do you have any sugar?

Don't get up, Mrs Martingale. I'll go.

But Morgane is what she is. I adore her.

You can't change people...

She's a hell of a girl...

Gilles.

Someone you know is a wolf in sheep's clothing.

The pathologist found arsenic in the body.

That's a lovely jacket,

Mrs Martingale.

- Is it sheepskin? - Lambskin.

Don't look so sheepish, Mrs Martingale! Put down your staff.

No more lambs. Put your hands up!

Mrs Martingale.

The grey wolf!

You needed to let go.

I so did!

Did I think the world would stop

if I ignored my phone for 48 hours?

Ridiculous!

You're right, I have a problem.

Come here, my little workaholic.

Here's to this weekend. To relaxation.

- To letting go. - So good!

I should check my messages, though.

Are you OK, Morgane?

Sorry, I didn't have my phone. Is everyone OK?

Yes. Well...

The kids are in shock but no one is hurt.

They just left with Ludo.

That's good.

What happened? How did he end up at your house?

I'll debrief you. Morgane should see a doctor.

Yes, of course.

I'll fetch a paramedic.

Thanks.

Tell your father to keep a low profile for a few months.

No, Karadec, do what you have to do.

I don't want you to lie for me.

I'm sorry.

I so wanted things to work out for us.

I couldn't tell you, I was scared...

Morgane.

It's over.

Ma'am? Are you OK?

We can go now, come on.

I'll take you.

Guess who!

What now?

Mrs Alvaro?

I've had your X-ray, there's no concussion.

But I'd like to do an ultrasound to make sure the baby is OK.

The baby!

But how is it possible?

You didn't know?

You're 15 or 16 weeks gone.

Seriously?

Did you have unprotected sex around four months ago?

Oh fuck!

Subtitles by Kevin Smith for VECTRACOM