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In this first preparation class,

we will learn how to...

breathe,

to relieve the pain of contractions.

Let's get started.

The father-to-be or the partner

takes the mother's hands in theirs...

And we hold each other's breath...

And we exhale...

That's it!

Stop blowing like that, it stresses her!

Me? Are you serious?

I'm not the one talking about organ failure!

Guys, this is my fourth

so my organs should be pretty robust.

Sorry, I think there's a mix-up.

I thought you were with this lady.

This course is for future dads.

Yes, but we don't know who he is.

The dad, I mean.

There are several riders leading the peloton,

all very keen to take part in this course,

I must admit I grouped them together, which suits me.

There's a paternity doubt but a 60% chance that it's me.

Fifty-nine percent. Don't exaggerate.

And I'm at 40, which is no mean feat.

You change your mind a lot for 40.

One day you want a baby,

-next you don't. -OK, guys, relax.

I remind you these statistics are basic.

I didn't change my mind, I thought about it.

Unlike you, I saw she was pregnant.

So there are two possibilities.

The unknown is also part of the birth adventure.

No three. There are three alternatives.

The last one won't be long.

Odd, he's usually pretty punctual.

Maybe he got lost in the corridors.

There we are!

Speak of the devil!

Yeah, where are you, Kara?

What do you mean a live murder?

No, no, no, no!

HIP HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

The video's had 200,000 views.

Daphné's trying to take it down but it keeps getting shared.

Hey! It's OK, I'm here! Sorry.

OK. I'm here!

What's up?

Homicide. Wendy Véron, 41, lives in Seclin.

Maybe it's best you wait here, it's hard to access.

-Hello! -Hello.

Let's all calm down.

For the umpteenth time, I'm pregnant, not disabled.

I can cope without anyone's help!

I've two loonies at home who panic if I try to open a pickle jar!

So let's go!

As you wish. It's down here, behind the rubble.

Wow, 200,000 views in under an hour is huge.

Was she famous?

You bet. She was a family influencer.

She posted videos of herself and her kids on social media.

Her call for help pinpointed her,

so I set up a roadblock to keep the curious at bay.

Thank you. According to Dr. Benzaoui,

she died around noon, which matches the time of the video.

A violent blow to the head; the murder weapon hasn't been found.

Don't wait for me! Look, I'm right behind you.

-Signs of sexual assault? -None.

We did find defensive marks on her hands,

as if she'd tried to scratch her attacker.

The lab took samples for analysis.

You say she lived in Seclin? An hour's drive away.

Better get going to beat the press.

Yeah, better had.

So, what's it all about?

I'll let you finish. Call me with the lab results.

The DNA test under her fingernails...

-Morgane, are you coming? -Yeah, I'll just stay here

for 5 minutes to get a feel for the crime scene.

I'll meet you in the car.

-Don't be long. -I'm coming.

-See you, Gilles. -Well, I'm off to work.

-So soon? -I think so, yeah.

Come on, then! Breathe through your nose.

What's that?...

Hi, Happy Family! I don't know about you,

but our children don't like eating vegetables.

So my little trick to get them to eat

is to give them a funny shape. Like the carrots...

And here's the result: a tasty tart,

colorful and absolutely delicious... Isn't that right, children?

Yes!

I haven't told them yet...

Soon they'll ask why she's not coming home.

Sorry, it's her community. They pester me with messages...

I'm sorry about your wife. How long had she been an influencer?

She started when Arthur was born, 7 years ago.

At first she just filmed the children to show to our families.

More and more people started following her.

Her chance to be the full-time mom of her dreams!

When was the last time you saw Wendy?

This morning.

She left to run an errand around 10 o'clock.

And where were you between 10 a.m. and 3 p.m.?

At home. My company launched a redundancy plan last year

and with what Wendy earned, why look elsewhere?

She managed her community on her own?

Yes, but she's been careful not to overexpose the children.

And you've had no accidents? Posts badly received?

Yes, Afida?

A girl called about your crime scene.

-Oh, yeah? -Put Gilles on.

-He won't answer my texts. -Sorry. He isn't here.

He's not with you?

-I thought you were together. -We were together

but he went home on his own.

Go on, tell me, what did the girl say to you?

She was walking her dog and saw a guy running off.

Did Gilles go off on his own or...?

Never mind, he's here.

Afida, who cares! Did she give you a description?

That was a good one!

Afida!

Afida, focus!

What did she say?

Dark-haired, white sneakers, navy blue hoodie

and a dinosaur t-shirt.

-Have you known Daphné long? -Call you back.

Say,

could you open your sweatshirt?

White sneakers

Navy blue hoodie

Dinosaur t-shirt, dark-haired

Well?

The children will be placed with their aunt

and the father questioned at the station.

Hey girls, I'm back...

Are you a fan now?

I really don't get this phenomenon.

She's posted about her whole life since her second kid!

But frankly, who cares?

She's not Rihanna, so who care-radecs?

Who Karadecs?

Good one.

And otherwise...

You know, speaking of childbirth,

this morning's class was pretty good...

Well, it's true that I'm an old hand, this isn't my first barbecue...

but Timothée and David, who were there...

found the class very interesting,

so you see...

So I was thinking,

maybe you'd want to come to a class,

because there's one tomorrow or Thursday if it suits?

Sorry, Morgane, I'm not sure I understand what you want from me.

Nothing.

I expect nothing. I'm just passing on news.

What you do is up to you.

Timothée and David are both keen to raise this child.

And as you said, there's hardly one chance in 60 that it's mine...

Yes.

-That's it, isn't it? -Yes!

Well, given the circumstances...

I think the best thing is...

is to wait until after the birth.

Then if by any chance it turns out that...

I'm the father, we'll see.

-That's more reasonable. -Yes, yes.

-Don't you think? -Of course I do. I mean...

put that way, yes.

-I... -Yes, no.

-No, but I... -I'm not asking you for anything.

No, no, I understand...

Wait! Oh, fuck, it's the same one!

-Same what? -Same car!

It appears in lots of Wendy's stories. She was tracking it!

Oh, fuck, arrest her. Hey, stop!

Hey, Police! Stop! Don't move!

-Stop, stop! Stop! -Turn off the vehicle.

Open up.

We've questions for you about Wendy Véron.

You see who I mean?

Not at all.

Are you joking?

We arrested you outside her house, you look like her, and, incidentally,

we found this in your car.

Are you a fan?

I'm her fan.

Amandine Bernard. Creator of HappyFamilyScoop media,

community manager of the Wendy Lovers fan page.

OK.

Why does a community manager hide in her car

and spy on police officers?

I just wanted to make sure you were doing your job properly.

Is that all!

You know Wendy was important to a lot of people,

and a lot of us want Clément arrested quickly.

This is crazy! I've never set foot in that cement plant!

Then, how do your clothes match those of an individual

at the crime scene?

It's got to be another of her fan-inventions!

That chick is completely paranoid.

She's convinced I cheat on Wendy, I'm violent, I want a divorce...

You're not just monitoring the investigation:

you're trying to influence it...

You liked a video of Wendy this morning...

This is her husband's outfit, recognize it?

The one you described

when you called us under a false name.

OK, I embroidered a little. But I had no choice,

I had to put you on his trail. He killed her!

Can you prove that?

For months she's called on her community for help.

Look, in March...

she posted this picture with the caption,

"Life is short. Enjoy it!"

Is that clear enough?

Then, on her wedding anniversary,

she posted a message and deleted it 3 minutes later.

"Sometimes those you love most hurt you most."

Then, two weeks later, I saw her sign up

for a self-defense class!

She feared for her life!

But I told her to sign up!

I worried about the crazy woman following her everywhere!

But I wasn't harassing her, I was protecting her!

I told her so many times to report it.

I knew it would end badly.

-I swear it's true! -I did everything to save her.

Then, in the end, he still killed her.

You have to believe me!

The two suspects accuse each other.

About the harassment of the fan, the husband tells the truth.

The victim reported her 6 months ago

for rummaging through her trash.

On the couple, there are corroborative elements.

Several witnesses reported tension between Wendy and her husband.

Now he's laid off, he's financially dependent on her.

Right. So obviously both accusations are credible.

What are you doing, Daphné?

I...

Didier owed me money

so I'm putting it away.

Betting ballot Who's the father?

Timothée...

David...

Timothée...

You're taking bets on who's the father of Morgane's baby?

In my department?

Behind my back?

Not at all.

Not in the slightest.

We're organizing a little kitty for the birth gift.

And then, there's a little game which is unconnected.

Gilles, you wouldn't have any...

Yes, but not that...

I have this.

OK, 35 euros on Timothée.

I'm going to play too. The boss has a right to.

Just so you know, I'm sure it's Timothée!

Oh, yes.

Are you betting too, Commander?

Betting on what...?

On the father of Morgane's baby.

Current odds are 2-1 Timothée, 3-1 David, and 78-1 Lethargic Jérôme,

but I think that's just Marine being clever.

-For sure. -We don't know where it's from.

No thanks. I'd like to track the two suspects until we know more.

-Can we talk in your office? -Sure.

You write up the husband and I do the fan?

-Fine. -Cool.

And Gilles! Don't forget to bet!

-She has to pay me back first! -Oh, yes.

You must lock it up or it can be taken!

It's OK, it'll hold with this.

Domestic accidents are the leading cause of death in under-3s!

I don't want my son electrocuted

because some guy didn't turn his plastic rod.

Your son may be retarded, but mine won't stick his hands in sockets.

-My son, retarded? -Yes.

Are you nuts? My son will be brilliant.

My son will be the world's smartest, whereas yours will be a big ninny!

-Are you serious? -Yes I am!

Of course, you've got to put locks on the cleaning cupboards.

-What nonsense! -Yes, yes.

You really haven't had kids, have you!

Am I dealing with a professional father figure?

You were a virgin before you slept with Morgane!

-What? Who told you that? -Hi, community!

A lot of you wrote in because I scratched my head in a story.

Don't worry: there are no head lice at the Happy Family.

If head lice attack,

let me remind you of my super natural coconut oil method.

I've included a special offer code here. Hurry! It only lasts 24 hours. Bye-bye!

-Let go. It's me who... -You're making no sense!

I know what I'm doing! I'm the one who repaired the dishwasher!

You get a kick out of torturing me, don't you?

But you know what: he who coos last coos best,

because I've got you in my sights.

Your two baby daddies are a bit of a handful.

Tell me about it! There's another 4 weeks to go.

There might be a way to find out sooner.

How so?

Don't yell at me, OK?

I did the DNA test in Belgium.

The results arrived today.

But with what money?

Tourist tax! I got all recent squatters to contribute.

Hey, has someone used my card? I'm 1.000 overdrawn!

Not me, soz. Maybe Elliott bought himself a porn site!

Ah fuck... Elliot, I'm gonna lock you up!

I didn't open it.

I know you're in puberty but for grown-up stuff,

use your mom's card!

Open this fucking door!

What now?

Yes, I'll open it.

In my own sweet time.

RIP Wendy Selfie 3 days ago, so sad

-No. -Yes!

Each photocopy takes ten minutes.

-I thought she couldn't stand her? -Exactly!

-Exactly! -Oh, fuck, OK!

Isn't she pretty?

-Who? -Daphné. Haven't you noticed?

Oh, yeah, she's DDG! But she's not really my type.

-Yeah? -Yup.

Hot but out of your league?

She's my colleague, so I pay no attention to her looks.

But since you ask,

she's an intelligent, funny, loyal girl...

and even quite eccentric.

OK, enough, I get it.

You respect her too much to sleep with her?

Oh, totally! We're colleagues.

Never speak to her again!

Her or me, you choose.

Ouch!

-Forestier. -What strength!

Online content?

I don't know.

Excuse me, it's Wendy's story host.

He asks should he delete the video causing a buzz.

What video?

I don't know... What video?

What?

OK. Call you back.

This is the site.

-Hi, Happy Families! -Oh, dear.

I don't know about you but I've been blue

since Wendy and her stories disappeared.

So to find out fast who killed her,

I suggest we all share our last memories of Wendy

behind the hashtag #whokilledWendy. OK?

Selfies, secret snaps,

personal stories, I'll take them all.

But don't forget!

Note the date and place in the comments!

I'm counting on you. Love-love kiss-kiss!

What the hell is she doing?

I look good, don't I?

Oh, dear, Morgane, what have you done now?

What have I done? Collected information.

Our victim is watched 24/7 by her community,

she's always being asked for a selfie!

I asked them for help.

Without my permission?

Yes, sorry. But in under 12 hours, I got 863 responses, so...

So in 99% of cases, the selfies were taken

in places where she regularly went:

like the corner store where she bought her organic vegetables.

Only the best for her children!

Or...

her children's Montessori school,

where she's a "parent representative"!

They're so well-behaved, they could be fakes!

Or maybe the beauty salon

where Madame used to go once a week

to get her nails done.

In the remaining 1% of cases, there are more interesting things.

In particular, four photos taken

in the center of Tourcoing,

one hour from her home.

Tourcoing center?

Not far from where her body was found!

Exactly. So I did some digging

and I realized that all the photos had been taken near a tower.

And the tower is called...

the Tourcoing Plaza!

It's an office tower, home to quite a few companies:

small businesses, a PR agency,

a firm of divorce lawyers...

There you have it!

Our crazy stalking lady was right. She wanted a divorce!

It's tough with an extra 18 pounds!

Anyone got anything to nibble, like cereal bars, chips, candy...?

-Nothing. -No.

The firm's on voicemail. We'll go talk to them.

-Coming, Morgane? -Right now?

Yeah.

Morning.

-You OK? You're out of breath. -I'm fine, it's you.

Why are you walking so fast today?

Have you decided to burn your love handles?

If you want, I can slow down.

You're slowing me down by talking all the time!

Here we are: Monnier & Partners, 6th floor. Let's go...

Oh, shit.

Oh, yeah, right.

You know what?

I don't really believe in this lead any more.

-I'll wait here for you. -I'll keep you posted.

That's what we'll do.

Oh, no!

Hello?

Morgane! Are you coming? We'll be late for the meeting...

What meeting?

With the lactation consultant.

Shall I come up for you?

Oh, no.

Your breast-feeding thing.

No, listen, I can't make it

because there's a rush at work.

-I'm in Tourcoing. So... -What? It's in 20 minutes.

Yeah, well, what do you want me to say?

Karadec's had me running here and there...

We haven't even had time to eat, so you see...

You're joking, I hope.

-Does he know you're pregnant? -He doesn't care!

Just earlier,

he had a meltdown about my timetable.

If I want to go pee, I have to make a request in triplicate!

Damn, he's seen me and realized it was a personal call.

Gotta go.

Here we are!

Fourteen euros ten. Your badge, please.

Oh, yeah, no, I left it at home.

I'll bring it tomorrow.

You can't eat here without a badge.

It's reserved for employees and guests.

Are you serious? Wait, in the state I'm in right now?

You need a card.

Great. That's the spirit!

Non-assistance to persons in danger! Welcome to France!

Ah well, great. Perfect!

Hello. I'll take a coffee.

Put a dozen speculoos in it, please.

Hang on, you need a token.

You get one when you pay for your coffee at the till.

Gift.

You're so kind. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

Martial! Don't take all day, we need you

on the desk at 2 p.m.

From Martial.

There you are.

Well, nobody recognized Wendy at the law firm.

-We came for nothing. -She wasn't here for a divorce.

She came to eat here.

Look at these chips,

I found one at the crime scene. They're coffee shop tokens.

The victim traveled an hour to have lunch here?

-Why? -Not because of the salami.

The question isn't why but with whom?

Come on, Kara. Come on!

Hey, Martial!

So...

you really liked Wendy, eh?

Yeah, well, not so much, seeing as you killed her!

You'll see.

Commander Karadec, CID.

Tell me what my colleague is on about.

I don't know.

Pull the other one!

What about the bracelet you gave her with the three green stones?

In the box there was a note signed Martial!

She came for lunch with him.

I reckon they were sleeping together,

she told him she wouldn't leave her husband for him

and he wasted her.

Take him in and I'll finish the tray. Waste not want not.

I wasn't sleeping with Wendy. She was my manager.

-Your manager? -Yes, for my career as a model.

I work here in telemarketing.

One day she hit on me at break.

She thought I had something.

Something?

What thing?

I don't know...

a style.

Oh, yeah?

As an influencer she had connections

so she offered to help me break into fashion.

She tried to get me auditions.

The bracelet's to say thanks.

I'm not used to anyone doing so much for me.

Is she really dead?

Yeah, otherwise we wouldn't be here.

Can you prove what you're saying?

Yes.

Smile and speak slowly...

Hi, my name's Martial, I'm 22, 5.9 feet, 143 pounds.

I was born in Terrenoire.

I spent my childhood in care, it wasn't easy, but it made me stronger.

Super! They'll love you.

I found the video on the victim's cloud.

Wendy made him a tape for auditions.

So she was his manager.

We're not sure about that. Eh, Gilles?

Yes... I've called all the...

I called the modeling agencies

with which Wendy had contacts... And uh....

And uh....

And?

They've never heard of her, nor of Martial.

OK. She lied to him. Why?

As a con!

She offered fake auditions for money

and when he found out, he killed her.

Case closed! Move on!

Can we stop jumping to conclusions?

Well, we've found no trace of money changing hands...

Gilles?

I forgot my coffee!

-Gilles! -Yeah, I checked the bank accounts:

no transfers or suspicious deposits in his favor.

OK. So what does that mean?

It means she was getting paid in kind!

The guy was her lover

and her victim! Like I said.

Gilles. What are you up to?

Having a nice cup of coffee.

I've an email from the lab

about the skin under the victim's fingernails.

They haven't finished tests

but some of the DNA contains excess genetic material,

so they want to check it.

What does excess mean?

A third 21st chromosome on some cells.

That's weird, isn't it?

Your parents will be here soon. Would you like a drink?

No, thank you.

Here they are.

-Thank you, Daphné. -Alma! Are you OK?

Hello. Commander Karadec.

What's wrong? Has something happened?

No, don't worry, everything's fine.

We've a few questions for Alma but I'd rather you be here...

Please sit down.

Questions? What about?

A current investigation.

Alma, do you know this person?

Yes. She lunches at the cafeteria twice a week.

She always has an americano, no sugar. I make it for her.

You only see her at work?

OK.

Was she there yesterday?

-No, I don't think so. Why? -You're sure?

You never touched each other or argued?

No. I don't argue with customers.

Hang on, I don't get it. Why are you asking that?

This woman was murdered. She eats at your daughter's canteen.

So what?

So do hundreds of people.

Will you interrogate them too?

No. But DNA was taken from under the victim's fingernails,

and according to our tests, it's supernumerary DNA.

With three 21 chromosomes.

Is this a joke? You suspect her because of Down's syndrome?

No, at this stage, we're not drawing any conclusions.

But would you agree to Alma

giving a sample for genetic analysis?

I didn't do anything to that lady!

We know that, love.

-Have you no shame? -Nobody's accusing Alma of anything.

But the coincidence is strong, so let me ask again.

You won't touch a hair of my daughter's head.

Come on, love. We're off.

We'll see you out...

Goodbye, Alma.

Goodbye.

The cafeteria staff confirmed that Wendy only went to Alma

for her coffee. And Alma doesn't drive.

I can't see her carrying a body to the crime scene.

Will you insist on the DNA test?

I don't know. Procedurally, we're on the edge.

Ask the lab to finish its tests, please, ASAP,

to check there's no mistake.

-Good evening. -Bye.

You want to talk to me like that? I'll talk to you like...

Evening, Sergeant. Looking for Morgane?

It's Captain now, actually.

And Morgane has gone home to rest.

I've come to see you.

All right, I'm listening.

I don't know if you realize but Morgane is 8 months pregnant.

If you carry on, you'll induce a premature birth. Or worse.

Premature? What are you on about?

Her unbearable workload over the past two days.

Mandatory overtime, no lunch breaks...

She's afraid of getting fired if she takes sick leave.

She's on the verge of burnout because of you... Sorry...

On the verge of burnout because of me?

-Funny, she's the one who insists... -No, but...

You don't even realize it, that's the worst part.

Listen, we can all see you don't want to be the father of this baby.

Given your odds, no one can blame you.

But even though it's not yours, she's still pregnant.

If you shirk your responsibilities as a father,

then, be a proper manager.

Is that clear?

Very clear.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Captain...

Today, we're going to see how the ball can relieve the pain of contractions.

So we'll start with this exercise...

Sorry.

-I beg your pardon. -No worries, settle in quickly.

He has his shoes, ma'am.

I'll let you take them off. There.

Our first exercise will be done as a duo, unfortunately.

The supernumerary ones can alternate, of course.

-OK, I'll begin. -Why should you begin?

-I was here on time, unlike you! -Relax...

and now we'll start...

-The third dad, I imagine. -Yes.

-Hello. -Super.

-Hello, Morgane. -Hello.

Now we're an even number.

As you missed the first lessons, you go with mom...

You can practice together.

Let's quickly get into position with a ball.

So as I was telling you,

the mother is well installed on the ball,

and her partner is going to come and pass his arms behind.

Well under his arms, behind...

With the hands a little higher, there you go...

Then, you'll be able to stretch the spine.

Stretch...

Yes, that's good.

Now close your eyes...

and try to breathe together.

Yes, that's good.

You are there for each other, no matter what happens.

What the f... Don't touch my ass!

I'm not, I'm relaxing your pelvis!

It'd be nice if the future dads stopped arguing by the big day

when mommy will need peace and serenity...

-as will the hospital staff. -He's been bugging me for ages!

Oh, damn!

What is it? Contractions?

No, everything's fine.

Karadec, we messed up: little Alma...

She's not our culprit, she's our motive!

Look.

There.

Just a sec... there!

... wrote to me because yesterday I scratched my head...

-She scratched herself! -So?

So the cells under her nails aren't Alma's cells.

They're hers! It's her own DNA.

No: the lab says they carry Down syndrome.

Exactly. That's what's crazy!

... only twenty-four hours. Bye, bye.

There, wait, I'm zooming in... did you see her palm?

She has a single palmar crease.

It's super rare.

99% of people have two lines. Look at your hand.

There you go: two lines, two lines.

You? Two lines. Two lines.

Except for people with Down syndrome,

where it's overrepresented!

-You see where I'm going...?

-Wendy is a carrier?

But not just any kind: mosaic Down syndrome!

What?

A round of applause

for our 23 pairs of chromosomes.

They came, they're all here:

46 in all. I won't introduce them all to you, of course,

but there's the pair of sex chromosomes, XX or XY.

This is pair number 19, which is responsible for eye color.

And this one is pair number 16, it's my favorite:

the one with the red gene!

The ones that interest us in particular tonight

are the smallest, the most timid:

pair number 21,

because it is on this pair

that the extra chromosome

sometimes grafts itself.

And it is this extra chromosome

that is responsible for Down syndrome!

In 99% of cases

It grafts itself onto All the cells in the body

Yes, but, sometimes

It only grafts itself onto Part of the cells in the body

So that gives

Much milder trisomies

To the point where you miss it entirely

If you want my opinion

That's what happened to Wendy!

So Wendy was a carrier without knowing it?

On only part of her DNA?

Exactly!

But her interaction with Alma was pure coincidence?

Not at all. That's just it!

Parents who are carriers of mosaic trisomy

are more likely to have carrier children.

And if you ask me

It wasn't Martial that Wendy was interested in

When she went to Tourcoing Plaza!

It was to get closer to Alma

Because I finally twigged

Alma was her secret baby

Secret baby!

Oh, her secret baby!

Secret baby!

Wendy and I were 25.

We both wanted to have a family and she got pregnant easily.

The pregnancy was normal.

No one ever told us about any problems.

You discovered Alma's disability at her birth?

At first, I didn't see a thing.

But Wendy felt it right away.

She couldn't even hold her in her arms.

I don't know, it was visceral.

To me, Down syndrome or not, she's my daughter.

That's what separated us.

So I recognized Alma alone

and when I married Sophie, she adopted her.

Alma doesn't know her mother abandoned her?

No...

I knew she'd be rejected by a lot of people.

I didn't want her to know her mother was one.

So you never saw your ex-partner again?

Hardly ever.

She did contact me a year ago.

We met in a cafe and she told me abandoning Alma

was the biggest mistake of her life and she wanted to see her...

She even wrote her a letter begging forgiveness. It made me sick.

I imagine you refused her access?

Of course I refused. Alma already has a mother.

What would Wendy's remorse do for her?

So I gave her back her letter, and I told her to go back

to her perfect little life and forget about us.

I haven't seen her since.

I'm sorry for what you went through Mr. Lenglet.

But by lying, you make things worse.

This was filmed near Tourcoing Plaza 2 hours before the murder.

You surprised Wendy there that day.

-What? No... -When you realized she was seeing Alma,

you decided to intervene.

Not at all!

Stop taking me for a fool. Is that you?

Yes, but it wasn't Wendy.

What?

I thought I saw her when I went to see Alma.

So I ran after her!

But it wasn't her... She looked like her!

-A girl who looked like her? -Yes.

She had the same haircut so I got it wrong.

Is this the woman?

Yes, that's her.

Amandine really took the piss.

Not only did she follow Wendy to Tourcoing Plaza,

she was there the day she died.

I'll keep an eye on her while I wait for the warrant.

I'm at her house.

OK, good luck. Do you need a replacement?

No, I'll be OK. I'm in good company.

Very well.

You're sure you won't go home? This might last a while.

No, I'm sure. I'm thrilled to be here!

I can handle this alone.

By the way, if you think I ask too much of you,

tell me instead of complaining behind my back.

Huh?

I know you complained to Timothée about me.

Uh, no, that's nonsense!

I haven't complained.

Oh?

I didn't complain about you. Oh, damn!

-Morgane, where are you? -Still stuck with Karadec.

Right, then.

-Oh, fuck! -You're totally irresponsible!

How did you find me?

He put a tracker on your phone.

You force her to do overtime then drag her on the field!

It has to stop. Tell him, Morgane.

I drag her nowhere, she insists on following me! You tell them!

What? But...

The suspect's getting away! Move!

Move back! We're on an operation.

I won't let you put her in danger. If she goes, I go.

-No! -Me too!

Start! Come on!

Get out of my vehicle now!

She's moving, Karadec!

-Come on, go! -Fuck!

Slow down, we'll end up in the ditch!

Are you dumb? We'll lose her otherwise!

Be quiet!

She's heading for the crime scene. What's she up to?

Stop, she's stopping. She'll spot us.

You stay with them.

What the fuck is she up to?

The killer revisits the crime scene! I said it was her!

What are you playing at? Go back to the car now!

She's armed! Back to the car!

Are you dumb? It's not a gun, it's a gas lighter!

What is this mess?

She's destroying evidence! Hurry, stop her!

Ow, my fingers!

What's going on? What did you try to burn?

That's between Wendy and me!

I'd go to prison before I betrayed her secret!

OK? You want a hand?

-Let me go! -"Not raising you

is my biggest regret. I think about you every day..."

The letter Wendy's ex told us about?

Did you know she abandoned her child?

Wait, you knew?

Not thanks to you! Where did you steal it?

I didn't, I found it in her bin.

Six months ago. She was sad, I wanted to know why she was crying.

We'll carry on this conversation at the station.

Morgane, I'll call a taxi to take you home!

Are you OK?

OK. It's just that I pushed myself a bit too hard on the run...

I need two seconds to catch my breath.

Morgane's under observation. We'll know more soon.

-OK, keep me posted. -OK.

Where's the suspect?

She's with me. I found two volunteers to watch her.

I'll call you back.

She's being monitored. She needs rest, but one of you can see her.

OK, thanks. I'll tell my friends.

I'm going for a coffee.

Can you keep an eye on her?

Wendy's big secret

Hey, Kara!

You can tell them to unplug me. I'm fine now, we can go!

Morgane... Stop playing Wonder Woman,

I don't know what you're trying to prove, but it's ridiculous.

OK.

I imagine our culprit can wait 20 minutes to be nabbed.

You need rest.

Your heart's beating fast. Is that normal?

No, it's not mine, you twit,

it's the baby's heart!

It's 140 bpm like a normal baby. You know nothing, do you?

That's fast.

What's it doing now?

I've no idea...

Fetch someone, I don't know what it is.

Miss! Miss! Please come here! Come!

-It's not beeping! -What's happening?

-It's not beeping! -What's wrong, ma'am?

There! Loose wire.

We really need a new machine.

Are you serious!

I was this close to a heart attack, and the baby too!

No worries: its ECG is perfect! I'll be back in 10 minutes.

Wait... are you OK, Karadec?

You're all pale.

Yes, I'm OK.

I realize that I didn't tell you about something, which...

Do you know that in Belgium, we can actually run

a certain number of tests we can't run in France

and it's true that I've done...

well no, I say "I" but it was Thea...

who made...

a huge mistake!

Mother & son reunited!

Excuse me?

Oh, damn, the idiot... She messed up!

Oh, here you are! That's good, you can tell me if I'm wrong.

The letter from Wendy that you found in the trash...

We agree it's ambiguous?

I'm moving you a bit because you're blocking my board.

She apologizes for the abandonment.

There... But she doesn't give a first name.

So suddenly, you don't know who this letter is addressed to!

On the other hand, you learned something major,

that Wendy had a secret child.

Hold this for me, please. There, thanks.

Excuse me just a couple of minutes, I can't take it anymore.

I can imagine you too, once you got that information,

you must have been completely overexcited!

You started following her day and night

and that's how you discovered

that she regularly goes to the Tourcoing Plaza

to have lunch secretly... with Martial!

So then, in your head, it was an easy step:

Obviously, Martial is Wendy's secret child!

And then, you decide to give life a little boost

by revealing to Martial that Wendy is his mother!

That's where the misunderstanding should have fallen apart,

the problem is that Martial grew up in a foster home.

I spent part of my childhood in a foster home.

It just made me stronger.

And what did Martial think? Obviously, that Wendy is his mom,

or why would she be so interested in him?

You know what he does? Gives her a bracelet.

But nicely, as he doesn't choose just any date:

he gives her the bracelet on May 26!

May 26, guys!

Mother's Day!

But contrary to Martial's hopes,

Wendy didn't fall into his arms.

When she understood the mix-up, she had to tell him the truth.

So she did use him a bit to get access to Alma.

Yes.

When the poor guy saw that he didn't matter to her...

that's when...

Answer me: are you my mother or not? Fucking answer!

You used me. You're a bitch, like the rest!

OK! Yes, I did use you. I don't give a shit about you.

It was for Alma.

-Now get lost. -Don't touch me!

All I wanted to do

was to do right by Alma.

Yes, but it's messed up, good and proper!

Shall we go?

I know I should have told you about this earlier...

but now you know.

Who's up for it?

David, will you...?

Oh, no. Your honor. You're 60%.

Fifty-nine.

Does anyone have a letter-opener?

TG, Timothée Guichard.

Congratulations, Sergeant.

Really? It's me...?

Oh, my God...

Oh, my God!

I'll let you celebrate.

Yoo-hoo, sonny! It's me... your daddy.

Translated by Mark Goodwin