Original subtitles

Hi!

Stick 'em up!

Then she says: No, it's a trumpet!

HIP HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

Oh golly.

I didn't think I'd ever manage.

France and Spain are out.

OK in the Netherlands

for another six weeks.

UK too, till amenorrhoea week 24.

Post Brexit, forget it.

A visa costs 150 euros

Tickets to Rotterdam are cheap.

Shall we book?

No, wait. Stop that right now.

We're not booking anything, I'm back at work today!

Wait, you're not thinking of keeping it?

We sold Chloé's car seat a week ago!

I just want to discuss it with Karadec.

He may be involved, so telling him

is the least I can do.

There.

I've hidden things from him recently

and wasn't comfortable with it.

I want to do things properly for once.

You slept with him once and he might not

even remember!

So it's an opportunity to remind him.

Shit, I should have taken a piss before getting dressed!

Let's put an option on Rotterdam.

Hi.

Anyone here?

Hi.

Wow! You look well.

Really? Thanks.

I'm not just being polite. You're really radiant.

You're kind of red.

Are you hot?

Quit looking at me and tell me what we've got.

Homicide, Alexandra Collet, 42, housewife.

Her husband found the body when he came home for lunch.

Hi.

Hello, Morgane.

Bonnemain just left. Death was under an hour ago.

That's great.

Maybe not for her but you know what I mean.

The husband thinks she was killed right before he got home.

- Any murder weapon? - A 15cm blade.

We assume the murderer left with it.

I think it's on the shelf.

Look.

Our victim was making a quiche.

All the ingredients are here: leeks, eggs, milk, plus a whisk.

All that's missing is the knife and the flour for the pastry.

The bag of pastry flour is rolled up,

not folded, like the others,

so I figure the killer put it back

with the murder weapon...

inside.

Gilles, did the technicians take DNA samples?

Yeah, DNA, fingerprints,

fibers... everything.

OK, great.

One less thing to worry about.

Can you send that to the lab?

I'll interview the husband.

Yes, it was me who found her.

We always have a family lunch on Wednesdays.

Your wife didn't work?

No, our son - Paul - is deaf.

When he was small, Alexandra wanted to be here for him.

That's my boss,

asking why I haven't come back.

Better take it.

Hello.

What is he saying?

He thinks the lady from yesterday came back to kill Mom.

- What lady? - I don't know.

Paul, what are you talking about?

I'm Major Karadec.

I'm so sorry about your mother.

If you saw anything, you need to tell us.

Too fast for me. Can you translate?

Yesterday, Mom forgot to collect him from basketball.

So he walked home alone,

then when he got here,

Mom was arguing with a woman.

They were too far away to lip read

but they were talking about money.

This woman... what did she look like?

She was blonde.

Around the same age as Mom...

dressed all in black.

She had a beauty spot, here.

A blonde with a beauty spot.

Ring any bells?

No.

Are you sure?

You say your mother forgot to collect you

after your basketball.

Did that happen often?

In recent months, Mom often left him alone at home.

She said she was shopping

but when she came home, she had red eyes

and an odd smell.

What smell?

Sorry, he doesn't know.

Blonde, with a beauty spot on the left cheek.

OK, I'll search the database.

Did I tell you I sent my report on menstrual leave to the chief?

No... And?

She'll be impressed - 52 pages! It took me a few weekends...

No, we said 1.30pm at the restaurant, Céline!

It's disrespectful. You never listen to me.

I told you I'd be 30 minutes late. It's you who never listens!

- Hi. - Hi.

Damn, the call I've been waiting for. Give me a minute!

No, Céline!

Hello, Judge.

Hi.

- How are you? - I'm fine.

How about you? You're handling the shock?

Shock? I think so.

That's good. You have to remain positive.

Change can be good.

You'll bounce back.

Change?

Ah, no, you're not...

You haven't been...

It's nothing.

Where is she? Ah, ready now?

Sorry, it was HR, I was waiting for their call.

- Shall we go? - Come on.

Still there, Gilles?

- Are you OK? - Not really.

What's up?

I think I'm being fired!

Sorry about earlier.

At least it doesn't stain.

- Morgane, I'll do that. - OK.

Don't worry, you couldn't know that would happen.

No... no!

Nope.

Talking of things that couldn't be anticipated...

I don't know whether you remember

last winter when we inadvertently took some LSD?

Not really, no.

Because in my case, I've had a couple of flashbacks...

which I'd like to talk about...

How about a weekend together?

Let me just turn that down, so we can hear each other.

Sorry, but I'm interested in this.

- A weak bladder needn't be fatal... - This?

Stop!

Pull over.

- What is it? - I'll be right back.

May I just borrow that for a second?

Here.

I just need this page. Thanks.

Well, don't mind me!

This newspaper was at the victim's place

with an inside page missing.

Look... this page!

Interesting.

The victim tore out this page with a helpline number for drug users.

Was she an addict?

We're waiting for lab results to be sure but it fits

with her son's testimony:

personality change, irritated eyes, strange odor.

I've studied the victim's bank accounts.

She took cash out several times a week from various places

but never large amounts:

maybe 10 or 20 euros.

I've marked all the dates on this map.

ATMs in Ronchin, Villeneuve,

Emmerin...

Maybe where her dealers are.

May I, Daphné?

Yes.

Thanks. Excuse me, Gilles.

- Nice work. - Thanks.

Let's see.

She withdrew 20 euros at L'Épine an hour before her son

saw her arguing with our suspect.

A dealer she owed money to?

Possibly. Maybe she deals in the area.

So let's take a look.

Gilles, will you go?

I need to call the Prosecutor.

She's acting weird.

Always rubbing her breasts!

- Eh? - What?

No, I mean the chief, she's blanking me.

I'm a goner!

She's in a bad mood.

Well, Gilles, let's get going.

Go ahead, I'll see you at the car.

No, you're just imagining things.

- Sorry. - My mistake!

Hey!

So how do we do this?

I don't know. Look...

I stop you... you're free.

No, blocked!

You're free!

Sorry, shall we go now?

Who was that guy?

What guy?

Come on.

The guy who was there a second ago.

- I didn't see any guy. - Yes!

What the hell are we doing? There are no dealers here.

Sorry, there was a huge queue. Did I miss anything?

Loads!

Some guy came along walking his dog.

I don't know why our victim was here, it's completely dead.

For sure.

Anyway, I'm a bit peckish.

I bought sushi.

YES!

Want some? Look, I got your faves:

raw salmon, raw tuna, raw bream...

Actually, I just remembered, I'm not hungry.

So, never mind.

Pity.

Or a cold-cuts platter: salami,

saucisson, Parma ham...

TOXOPLASMOSIS SALMONELLA

Or cheese?

The goat's cheese is good!

SALMONELLA LISTERIA

With a nice vintage.

FETAL ALCOHOL SYNDROME

Champagne?

Ah champagne...

Want one?

No, no and no!

A cocktail?

Will you stop now?

Oysters?

LISTERIA TOXOPLASMOSIS

A nice pint?

Seriously, Gilles? A beer, on duty?

It's irresponsible!

You're pregnant! Of course you are!

Yes, Morgane, you're pregnant.

Sorry but...

Sorry but you are.

Five sisters, twelve nieces... I know!

I'm so happy for you.

Really I am. What are you, 16 weeks?

How are your bowels?

Dressed all in black...

My sister's 43

and suffered terribly with acid reflux.

Where's she going? Morgane, be careful!

What's going on? In your state, you need to be careful.

- I'm looking for our dealer. - In a church?

Alexandra's son says she was harassed by a blonde dressed in black.

Whereas yesterday,

the temperature was 30°C.

Who wears black in that weather? Either some Matrix nut...

or a woman who'd been to a funeral.

A funeral?

Whose funeral?

Raymond Sirinelli!

Buried yesterday at the exact time our victim was in the area.

Our mystery woman in black must know him.

Don't walk so fast! A pregnancy at 43 is a marathon, not a sprint.

You need to look after yourself.

Anyway lots of people wear black: mathematicians, goths, Swedes...

Your theory doesn't hold up.

The brain becomes delirious during pregnancy.

The cerebral structure is fixated on the baby.

You've been there before but maybe...

Hey, who's the father?

Quit talking about it, Gilles. Stop it!

Will you keep it?

I don't know, Gilles, what do you think? Tricky, isn't it?

Anyone home?

A beauty spot...

Why are you in my father's house?

Mrs Sirinelli?

Lieutenant Vandraud.

Do you know this woman?

She's making a run for it!

Stand aside!

Drop it! You're under arrest for peddling narcotics.

Too late.

Tell her where to stick her DNA test.

DNA test?

But Gilles...

Alexandra Collet's son saw you attack her yesterday.

How do you know her?

I'd like to see my lawyer.

Maître Richard.

Expert in estates and inheritance rights.

You know what you're accused of?

A woman is dead.

If you don't cooperate, you'll need a criminal attorney.

Dead? I don't understand. Didn't she send you?

No. Alexandra was stabbed this morning.

Right now you're our main suspect.

So I'll ask again:

What is your link to her?

I think she's my half-sister.

- Think? - She came to my father's funeral.

No one knew her but she wept throughout.

Buckets of tears. It's all we could hear.

I'm sure people thought

she was one of my father's many mistress

but I twigged right away.

She was my age, so I knew it was worse.

You think she was his daughter?

Apparently her father is in Montpellier.

No, she's my half-sister!

After the funeral, she went straight to see my father's notary.

I'm sure it was to check on the will.

So you demanded that she renounce her share?

No, I just wanted to negotiate.

I confronted her, she rejected me.

My lawyer said she would probably request a DNA test.

Hence my panic when your team arrived.

But I assure you I didn't kill her.

No way.

We'll check your alibi.

By the way, there's no DNA in ashes.

Yoo-hoo, it's me.

Hi, Mom.

Hi, Mom.

Hi, Morgane.

Ludo?

I hear you're pregnant again.

What happened to you?

Scooter accident.

Chloé left her toys on the stairs. I tripped and messed myself up.

Dad broke his leg in three places.

I put him on the sofa and said we could look after him for six weeks.

That's a nice idea, honey,

but we have stuff to see to as well.

Right?

Anyway Ludo's with Magali now.

Maybe Magaloche would rather look after him herself.

She dumped me.

Ah, shit.

She says I'm too busy with the kids

and - quote - a hostage

of my ex's scheduling!

She felt eclipsed. This cushion is too hard.

Théa, did you find a pillow?

OK, no need to yell!

Here.

Mom, it's a mess. Turns out that in the Netherlands,

there's a five-day reflection period for abortions.

Would Supercop pay half your ticket?

We haven't had a chance to chat yet

but first thing tomorrow... boom!

You mean it?

Sixteen weeks. You have no choice!

Can't one of the other fathers pay?

Could someone help me to the toilet?

Mom! You can handle this.

To get back in the swing of having a baby.

No, I have something to do here, so...

Knock-knock.

Anyone there?

Hello.

Karadec, you're here. We were waiting for you.

Let's get going. I saved you a seat.

Gilles, what's going on?

Morgane has set up a demonstration.

OK, so... Karadec, we were wrong.

Our victim wasn't interested in Laurence Sirinelli's father,

rather his funeral.

We inverted the clues.

For example, the page she ripped from the newspaper.

We assumed it was a phone number but not at all.

She was interested in the other side.

What do we find there? The death notices.

She circled all the funerals less than an hour away.

Gilles, what's the short version?

Sorry, she wouldn't tell me.

Pay attention! I don't want to have to repeat all this.

Remember the small cash withdrawals from all over Lille?

I realized the ATMs were always close

to a church, synagogue, or place of worship.

So she wasn't there to find drugs.

She was there to blub!

This doesn't hold up.

Two or three withdrawals a week is a lot of dead acquaintances.

That's the crazy thing!

She didn't know them. She attended the funerals of people

she'd never even met!

OK, it may be a lead. Gilles, can you check...?

Wait, there's more.

The small cash withdrawals

weren't for amphetamines.

They were... for the collection!

OK, Morgane, I believe you.

Wait, let me finish,

now I've gone to the trouble.

Remember her son said her eyes were always red?

It wasn't from smoking joints.

It was...

from all the blubbing!

But wait, the icing on the cake...

You'll never guess what the odor impregnating her clothes was.

Crystal meth? Crack? Heroin?

No! It was...

Incense.

Honestly! But how...?

You spoiled it.

- Yeah! - Morgane, we get it.

Yes, but still!

Gilles, call the husband, say we want to see him.

Do you know any of these people?

No, I don't get it. What is it?

A list of recent funerals.

According to our information, your wife attended all of them.

What?

Did you know?

No... why would she do that?

We're trying to find out.

According to the funeral directors,

she always sat at the back,

didn't mingle with the mourners

and wept throughout.

Sorry, I skipped breakfast. I'll grab a bite in the kitchen.

Don't move.

Mr Collet, from what witnesses tell us,

your wife began attending funerals just over a year ago.

Did anything happen at that time

to explain her behavior?

Manon, go check on your brother.

Go on.

Sorry, my daughter lost her boyfriend in March last year.

His name was Robin.

Robin Lebillot.

He crossed a railway line on a skateboard

on his way home and....

he was hit by train.

It was awful.

I had a work dinner in Le Touquet.

Fortunately Alexandra was here.

It must have been a terrible shock.

Is it linked to what your wife did?

Maybe.

How so?

In the following months, Manon was in a dark place.

She even stopped eating.

But Alexandra was great.

She listened, she was there for her.

It's what she needed.

Only I started to realize

she was secretly taking antidepressants.

I confronted her, she admitted

that she'd been pregnant

and had a miscarriage.

She didn't say at the time?

No.

But given what our family was going through,

I suppose she didn't want to burden us with it.

I convinced myself she was fine and all the while...

she was weeping among strangers.

Say...

who made these cookies?

A friend of Alexandra's

dropped them off this morning.

She was asking how we were.

A friend? Do you know her name?

I forget, I'd never seen her before.

Excuse me, I'll be right back.

Morgane, I'm working.

Well, what do you think I'm doing?

I saw this Tupperware box when Gilles and I

were at Sirinelli's place.

So the woman who made them was at his funeral,

like our victim.

I bet she's the killer!

These are really good though, they've got...

macadamia nuts.

Morgane.

I'll carry on interviewing the husband, if you want to dig around...

Yes, I should call Gilles.

Yes, good idea.

So where are we?

I've talked to two rabbis, four priests, three imams, a few undertakers.

They've all seen the victim but none of them

remember any particular incident.

Nothing compelling, then. Anything else?

No, well...

Not yet anyway.

But I'm sure we'll find something.

We have news. L'Épine police station just called.

Someone recognized Alexandra Collet on our call for witnesses.

She dropped by to arrange to come in and make a statement.

About what?

She didn't say.

This was right after Sirinelli's funeral so it must be connected.

I asked them to send CCTV footage to Daphné.

Got it!

What did she want to tell them?

Fast-forward a bit.

She leaves...

This vehicle...

She was followed!

Wait, freeze the frame.

- Zoom in. - No face visible.

It's a notary.

Excuse me?

A notary. Look at the sticker.

Didn't yesterday's suspect say she saw the victim

talking to her father's notary at the funeral?

They're in the middle of a funeral.

Maybe our Tupperware killer is here.

We can't disturb them.

We're investigating, not disturbing. We need to be here!

- Come here. - Ow!

Sorry.

Morgane, you can't rifle through people's bags!

Stop it.

Help me, then.

We're after Tupperware with a blue lid.

Can you keep still?

So sorry, ma'am.

She's right, it's a funeral. Just stop it.

I'll interview witnesses. Keep still.

"Ooh, keep still!"

Let us pray for Arlette Martineau,

who lives in our hearts.

Her smile, her strength, her love

will be forever with us...

Let us pray.

Loved ones may now sprinkle holy water on the coffin

in memory of the baptism.

Everything all right, Major?

I'm at the suspect's office. He's not here.

Maybe he's at lunch. Notaries eat too.

Indeed.

Ranger Ranger Alpha Tango,

Papa Charlie!

Calling all units.

Backup needed immediately!

Suspect individual,

potential accomplice

to the Tupperware killer!

Morgane, what are you doing?

License number R like Rihanna, G like Gynecologist...

You're using Gilles's frequency.

Gilles, are you there?

Can't talk, Théa, I'm tailing someone.

This is hopeless. Ludo has hijacked the TV and wants feeding.

This is Major Karadec. Morgane, stop right now!

Yeah?

- Ludo, quit bugging Théa! - She can't hear me.

Order a takeaway!

Shit, Supercop is calling.

I'll blank him, he just wants to bug me about nicking Gilles's car.

So what do I order?

Don't ask me! Bo bun?

Everyone likes bo bun.

Suspected theft of unmarked police vehicle...

There you go. Great!

Must go, my backup is here.

About time too, guys!

Alpha Zumba Tango Charlie, stay behind me!

Wait, get behind me.

Behind! I'm in front, you're behind!

Unhinged driver spotted. Attempting to intercept.

Now the cops are onto us! Hear that, Morgane?

Hey!

I'm tailing someone, what's with the siren?

Morgane! Get off this frequency immediately!

Full marks for discretion! Aren't the police great?

Keep your distance. You're too close!

I requested unmarked cars!

He's parking, he'll rumble us. Drive past nonchalantly.

He's looking. Keep it discreet, guys!

Shit. He's gone.

Thanks a bundle. Nice work!

Karadec? How come you're here?

Nice one. Bunch of pricks!

Hey, get off me!

Are you totally crazy?

Let go!

Police everywhere, justice nowhere!

Get down, don't move!

OK, so you're mad at me but you said to follow up my lead.

- So I'm following it up! - Morgane...

Shut up.

OK.

Karadec?

I was thinking...

As this is taking longer than expected,

maybe I could tell you...

about something that's bothering me.

Gentlemen, let me go now.

We're colleagues!

OK, we've checked your credentials. Sorry, Major.

No worries, come with me.

So it's OK for you? What about me?

Take these off, I'm on a lead, dammit!

Great.

A list of recent funerals...

Morgane... what are you doing?

Following my lead!

Come on.

Ow, you're hurting me!

Sorry.

Ouch, golly!

I'm very sorry.

Hi, everyone!

Let us pray for Maurice Brossard.

Morgane?

Come in, don't be shy.

The money this lot makes,

they can afford to buy us a drink.

May I?

So, how's your little scam going?

Who'll go first?

OK, allow me.

So... you, Mrs Tupperware!

You're always stuck in church, cooking something up.

I imagine you're some kind of parish assistant.

Yes!

That way you get to meet the relatives of the dead.

To organize funerals, of course.

But you're no more Catholic than me.

No, what you like to do is spot dead people with fat wallets.

Then you turn up at the wake

like a flower with a Tupperware box full of cookies

and plant a fake will on the premises.

And who takes care

of selling the property that you line up for a small commission?

You, the estate agent!

But who are you?

The notary.

Of course, the notary!

Who authenticates...

the fake wills bequeathing you the property.

Well, now I feel peckish.

Show me the menu.

How long has this con been going on?

Con? Let's not exaggerate.

Conspiracy to defraud to be precise.

Had Alexandra figured it out?

Attending so many funerals, she must have spotted your scheme.

No, we didn't even know her.

Why were you in her home?

Christian charity. I visit grieving families.

Get her!

The flowery book sticking out of your bag.

It was at Alexandra's on our first visit.

Next time, it had gone.

That's what you went there to find.

May I?

So, shepherd's pie or quiche?

Name of deceased...

Is the quiche good?

...number of heirs,

list of assets... It's all here.

Alexandra took the book she needed to expose you, so you killed her

to silence her.

No, no!

We just do little scams. Murder is a whole other thing.

Sure, we spotted that woman a while ago.

We let her do her thing,

she let us do ours... until the funeral two days ago.

It was all going off as usual.

She was whining at the back, we politely ignored one another.

I got up to say the universal prayer,

then when I was at the pulpit

she was giving me funny looks.

I thought: Mireille, don't be paranoid!

Afterwards I noticed she'd taken my notebook.

Then she went straight up to Régis

and asked where the nearest police station was.

She went there and arranged to go back to make a statement.

But you followed her

to eliminate her first.

No, no!

I mean, look at him. No.

No, we all went home

feeling scared.

When I heard she'd died,

I went to recover my notebook, that's all.

That's all!

That's all.

Shepherd's pie for me. Haven't had it in years and I love it.

Excuse me?

Do you have any shepherd's pie?

It stinks!

Why ask the kids to put a wash on if you can't hang it?

I've nothing clean.

I can't help working so late.

What are all these bits of tissue?

Don't tell me you didn't empty the pockets!

Ludo, how old are you?

I can't think of everything. Look at me!

Yeah, whatever.

Did you tell Supercop?

No. Here, give me a hand.

What are you hoping? That he'll say:

Oh, that's great! I always dreamed of having a baby

with a woman I can't stand!

Mom, you're not ready to have a kid together.

You have a professional relationship.

Just tell her

you want to keep it. or she'll never let up.

I haven't decided yet.

What?

Have you seen how messy my life is?

Hardly ideal conditions.

No more than when you had Théa without a father.

Yeah, but...

Or Eliott, after we'd slept together... twice?

Or Chloé, who came along, when we were breaking up.

I'd forgotten that!

Your life's always messy, Morgane.

And it suits you perfectly.

Do you have a ruler? I've got an itch!

No, no, honey, you mustn't draw

on pieces of evidence.

Karadec?

Kara, it's me!

Kara, I'm serious.

It's important, I've had a blinding flash!

Come out!

Kara, come down.

I know you're there, I saw the light go out!

I see you!

The inheritance thieves just got paranoid!

Alexandra wasn't going to expose them

when she went to the police.

She didn't take the flowery book to prove their schemes

but for the universal prayer!

Let us pray for Michel.

I didn't know what it was either but I looked into it.

Apparently the universal prayer

is something you do at the end of Mass

to pay tribute to other people who died not long ago.

Mrs Tupperware said that when she said the prayer,

Alexandra was looking at her funny

so she deduced - as did we -

that she'd figured out her scam.

Only it wasn't that at all!

That's what's so great.

Alexandra was fixated on

a particular part of the prayer.

And that part is...

Shall I tell you?

We now pray

for Mrs Chevrier, who departed us

on March 5 surrounded by her children.

And boom!

Massive, isn't it?

Mrs Chevrier!

Like Patrick Chevrier, Alexandra's husband's boss.

It's my boss.

His mother died on March 5.

No wonder Alexandra flipped when she found out.

Shut the fuck up!

What else happened on March 5?

The boyfriend of Alexandra's daughter, Manon,

was killed on his skateboard.

We don't give a shit!

What? Hey, cool it!

So, the husband.

Now what did the husband tell us?

He claims that evening

he had a work dinner.

A work dinner on the evening his boss's mother died.

I reckon that dinner was postponed.

So he was lying!

Shut up!

Why did he lie? Because...

he had something to do with the kid's death!

Ah, my colleague!

Hey, you know you have a psychopathic neighbor?

Plus the asshole is a good aim!

You have 15 seconds.

It wasn't the inheritance gang Alexandra was going to turn in.

It was her husband!

Because she'd figured out the same thing we just did.

Great motive, right?

I had to come

and tell you in person.

Brilliant, Morgane, as always.

I'll get on it first thing tomorrow.

Next time, message me. No need to come round.

We examined the report

on the death of Robin Lebillot, Manon's boyfriend.

The night the train hit him,

he was seen being chased by a grey vehicle at high speed.

The witness was drunk, so his testimony was dismissed.

The inquiry concluded it was an accident.

But it's all in the report.

You told your family you were at a work dinner in Le Touquet.

But that's not true.

Your boss had just lost his mother, the dinner was cancelled.

You went straight home.

What color is your car, Mr Collet?

It was an accident.

So you admit that it was you who chased Robin that night?

Yes, but I didn't mean to.

I got home earlier than planned.

Everyone was asleep.

So I tiptoed in.

When I reached the hallway...

I heard noises from my daughter's bedroom.

I pushed the door...

and saw that lowlife in bed with her.

Manon was 16.

He was over 18.

He was...

You know.

Then what happened?

I crept quietly back to my car...

to calm down.

When I saw him emerge with his skateboard...

I flipped, but I just wanted to scare him.

He tried to lose me by crossing the track.

Just then, the train came.

No one realized at the time?

But Alexandra discovered the truth...

and was set to denounce you.

No, no...

I didn't kill Alexandra.

I didn't know she suspected anything.

You should call a lawyer.

You'll be held for homicide and we'll search your house.

Morgane?

Yes?

I just wanted to say goodbye.

In case I'm not here when you get back.

OK... oh!

Look after yourself.

You'll probably be next.

OK... OK.

In the meantime, I'm just going for a piss, so...

I'll miss you.

Excuse me.

All good.

Oops.

Actually, you need to push. It's counterintuitive.

- Thanks. - They put it on upside down.

Ah yes.

Wait, your name...

What is it again? It's...

Mowgan!

Yeah, that's right.

Mowgan Alva- woo!

Delighted. Nice to meet you!

He's mental!

I pushed the door...

By the way, I'm Fred.

Daphné? We've got his laptop and phone.

I'll bring them in for analysis.

Karadec, it's me.

I've had a hunch so I'm leaving a message.

We have a door problem. Call me back.

Yeah, it's Morgane.

You didn't call me back. The husband is bullshitting...

It's me again.

You're not very responsive so I'll spell it out for you.

When you interviewed our suspect about young Robin's death,

he said he flipped

when he found his daughter in bed with him.

Only it doesn't fit because according to him,

he pushed the door

and caught them at it.

Pushed the door. See where I'm going with this?

- No. - For some reason,

I sense that you don't.

No matter, go upstairs

and I'll explain, OK?

Upstairs!

Up here... that's it.

Come up the stairs.

I'll wait for you. And be quick!

There, that's it. All right?

May I continue?

Have you noticed that most doors open the same way?

Into the room?

You hadn't noticed? I'll explain.

For lots of logical reasons.

First, it prevents the door smashing into someone walking by.

Plus you don't get trapped in case

of a collapse or a fire.

See?

For example,

in Nero's ancient Rome,

they opened the door to the inside

to let in Janus,

the god of entrances, exits and doors!

But there are exceptions.

As in the case of Services to the Nation

where guys could show off by opening their doors outwards.

If you go to Manon's room,

you'll see the door opens outwards

because of the radiator behind it.

So to catch his daughter in bed with Robin,

Christophe had to pull, not push.

So he lied to us again. Why?

It wasn't his daughter's bedroom he peeked into.

It was his own!

It wasn't his daughter he caught in bed with the kid.

It was his wife!

Our victim was banging her daughter's guy.

The miscarriage story is rubbish.

She went to funerals to mourn her lover, not a baby.

Christophe never told his wife what he did to her lover

but when Alexandra heard by chance

about Mrs Chevrier's death,

after a year of silence,

she knew he'd killed him and she needed to tell someone.

Mom, how could you?

You're a bitch! A wildcat!

A fucking wildcat! You filthy bitch...

Don't touch me!

Karadec, did you get my messages? Did you listen?

Karadec, did you get my messages?

But he said pushed...

He said pushed, not pulled.

Come up here, I'll explain...

Are you OK? You're all pale.

I didn't mean to.

I'm sorry... I'm sorry.

Look, I know it's not the right time

but it never is.

There comes a time when you have to make it the time.

We slept together and I'm pregnant.

Gilles!

We slept together?! When?

Why are you in Karadec's locker?

The Major asked me to put his gun away.

Fuck!

That time on Céline's desk. I thought it was a dream!

No, Gilles...

I didn't sleep with you, I slept with Karadec.

Karadec!

You're right, he was there too!

Gilles, that was a dream.

- OK? - A dream.

Exactly, it was a dream.

The chief wants to see us.

- It was a dream. - Yes, a dream!

Ah, come in... Would you...?

Thanks for listening.

I have an announcement, it'll only take a minute.

My number's up.

I wanted to be fully briefed before telling you.

Major Karadec has requested - and been granted - a transfer

to the Fraud Squad.

He'll be replaced next week by Major Prigent here.

- Yes! - Welcome.

Sorry... the Fraud Squad...

That's great.

Congratulations!

Anyway, that's all.

Subtitles by Kevin Smith for VECTRACOM