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Like every year, amigos, I'm proud to announce the start of voting

and I know everyone has been waiting for, let's rank your favorite superheroes.

Let me know what you think in the comments below.

Who will be this year's winner? Will it be Acteon? Will it be Furor?

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-[phone buzzing] -[groans]

Yeah?

Yeah. I'm driving right now.

Okay. Speeding up. Be right there.

[mystical whirring]

[man speaking indistinctly]

[woman] Okay. So, did all the exits get blocked off?

-[man] Of course. -[woman] Great.

Lieutenant Moreau. What happened here?

Uh, good morning.

Hello.

-So? -[scoffs] All right.

Well, we have a case of arson.

As you can see, the ground floor is completely burned down.

Five wounded, three hurt pretty bad.

The suspects are two young men, 18 years old.

They were refused entry into the club.

Pretty sure they didn't pack the flamethrowers,

So, I was told to coordinate with you.

But you'll excuse me, I didn't wait for you. Because--

You did well. I had a big mess to handle anyway.

But I've got this now.

-Okay. Sure-- -[Moreau] Okay, guys, usual procedure.

Got it. Secure the scene. Lock down the entire area.

I guess I should say thank you and, uh, have a nice day.

[scoffs]

Whatever.

Where the hell are the Forensics?

They sure like to take their sweet time, don't they?

No. They already left.

-What? They were already here? -Sure were.

Great. Keep me in the loop, okay?

[funky music playing]

Hey.

[detector whirring, beeping]

[man] Well, well.

-10:00 a.m., Moreau shows in. -10:00 a.m., Lorenzi's already an asshole.

What happened? Supergranny rob a liquor store?

[laughs]

[man 1] Come on, dear.

[knocking on door]

[man 2] Come in.

You know what time it is? What took you so long?

Well, I was with, uh, Lorenzi. He's not doing too good.

-Really hittin' that bottle. Mm. -Look, Moreau.

Since you stopped working with Pack Royal,

your record has been extremely disappointing.

I let you handle supercriminality, but let's be honest, you're useless.

Yes. I mean, no, I…

I went through a bad patch, but it's--

-A ten-year bad patch? -Yeah. Well, I'm on it.

I work out, I run…

Good. Then you go running with Lt. Schaltzmann.

[knocking]

-Yeah, come in. -Morning, Commissioner.

Morning, Lieutenant. Sit.

This is Moreau.

-I think you two met earlier. -Mm-hmm.

Moreau, this is Lieutenant Cécile Schaltzmann.

She worked Fraud for about four years. A police academy valedictorian.

-Hmm. And so… -[commissioner] I'm sure you'll get along.

Lt. Schaltzmann's is looking forward to learning your street smarts-- Whoa!

Stop it! Never do that. Make it stop.

I try to be nice and understanding and use all the HR management bullshit,

but now it's over! Get it?

I'm not asking you. I'm telling you.

You're sitting next to your new partner.

Thank you, Moreau.

[Moreau sighs]

Okay. Thank you!

-Excuse me? -[commissioner] Yes.

"She's looking forward to learning your street smarts"?

-You're not? -[Schaltzmann] Oh no. No.

Don't speak for me. Thanks.

[rustling]

[crackling]

-Fancy! -Yours is over there.

You'll see the picture of a little dress on the door.

Hilarious.

Oh, we got a call from a high school. A hostage situation.

[screaming]

[shoes squeaking]

[screaming grows louder]

[doors opening, closing]

[sinister music playing]

[gasps, pants]

[electric crackling]

[electric crackling]

[door closes, locks]

-[electric crackling] -[panting]

[crackling]

-[crackling] -[crying]

[crackling intensifies]

[girl continues crying]

-[girl groans] -[crackling intensifies]

[people speaking indistinctly]

[man] Two emergency exits are locked down. Here and here.

Okay, let's do it.

-[man] Ready in five. -Moreau?

-[man 2] In position. -Let's go.

[man 3] Lieutenant, look at this.

[boy 1] Whoa! Chill! Chill! I'm sorry. Stop!

-[man 4] Okay. Let's go! -Okay. All units, launch intervention.

-[gun cocks] -[Schaltzmann] What are you doing?

[boy 2] Back up!

-What are you doing? -Nothing. I'm unarmed.

You wanna put those things down?

Nobody move!

Want some candy?

Back up, back up!

Nobody move! Look at me. Look at me.

Everyone stand by. Await orders from SWAT team chief.

Eating helps me think.

[chewing] It keeps me calm.

It's too late now.

For them it's too late.

They spent all year bullying you, and they're gonna fail their classes.

But you're a smart kid. Hmm?

-Mm-hmm. -[Moreau] All right? You good at anything?

I mean, besides that.

You don't wanna ruin your life? Do you?

[music climaxes]

Oh! No! Let me go! Let me go! Stop!

That hurts!

[sirens wailing]

Okay, so the kid says the nightclub wasn't him,

but Forensics say the burns match,

and he bought these flamethrowers two days ago to, uh, I quote,

"Light up those assholes once and for all."

He just freaked out.

You have powers or you don't.

-I defer to you, Mr. Specialist. -Thank you.

-Come on, let's go. -[car doors open]

-[indistinct chatter over radio] -[car doors close]

Hold on.

-[woman] Lily, sweetheart. -Mom.

-[woman] Are you okay? -[Lily] Mm-hmm.

[woman] Come on.

Drive.

[Schaltzmann scoffs] Since you ask so nicely.

No candy.

So, uh, if he didn't torch the nightclub, who did?

Because two guys with the exact same power,

is that even possible?

Yeah, it's possible if they're related. But it's not automatic.

[Schaltzmann] Really?

-Shit! Okay, right there is perfect. -[Schaltzmann] What?

[Moreau] Drop me at the roundabout, please.

-At the roundabout? -Mm-hmm.

I'm sorry, I can't park there. It's--

Don't worry. I can get tickets canceled. Hmm.

-Okay. Wait, I haven't stopped! -[tires screech]

-[door shuts] -[exhales sharply]

And I'm doing what?

You're a cop. Improvise, be creative.

All right.

[laughs] Well, you can go fuck yourself.

[sighs]

Douchebag.

[dramatic music playing]

Hey.

Here. You never saw me.

-[snapping] -[inhales deeply]

[electric crackling]

[flames roar]

[boys murmuring]

[enthusiastic shouting]

[dramatic music intensifies]

Yes!

[rain drizzling softly]

[keys jingling]

[radio chatter]

[man] …building's on fire. Proceed with caution.

[woman] Copy that. Firefighters are on their way.

[Moreau] Henri?

-[man] I'm just a couple minutes out. -[radio crackles]

[woman] Car 29 be advised, possible superhuman activity in the area.

[man 1] Any officers on site…

[Moreau] Henri, you home?

[woman] Copy. Sending backup…

[man 2 growling] I'll break your teeth. The name's Monté Carlo!

Monté Carlo. Say it!

Henri!

Oh! I didn't hear you come in.

[laughs] What the fuck?

Uh, well, I was just testing a new model, but it could still use a few tweaks.

[man on radio] Positive on the fire.

-You good? -I'm good.

You know you don't have to listen to that anymore.

Well, I have to keep informed since you don't share anything with me.

I don't share because we don't work together anymore.

Speaking of which, I hear there's someone new.

-Schaltzmann, right? -Schaltzmann, yeah.

[Henri] I took the liberty of peeking in her file.

She sounds like she's pretty sharp.

[chuckles] She's the type of girl I'd love to work with when I'm back in shape.

-Is she nice? -Yeah, yeah. She is.

You see? My kind of liaison officer.

A liaison officer worth liaising with.

Better watch out.

[sniffs]

-You got the meatballs? -Yeah, I got your meatballs.

Well, the fish soup you brought me yesterday had no relish.

Or croutons. So went without dinner.

[melancholy music playing]

[music building]

FIRE BLAZE IN PARIS: RESIDENTS RESCUED FROM THEIR HOME BY PACK ROYAL

THE PACK ROYAL ARRESTS THREE TERRORISTS PLANNING AN ATTACK IN NATION

PACK ROYAL: FIVE YEARS OF EXPLOITS HAILED

BY THE SUPERHEROES FOR JUSTICE ASSOCIATION

THE PACK ROYAL REUNITED

-[thumping] -[tense music playing]

[man] Don't move!

[liquid bubbling]

[indistinct chatter on TV]

[microwave dings]

SUPERCOOK

Hello Pierre! Let us know what you have concocted for this challenge.

For you.

Hello, Aurélie. We're doing surf 'n' turf.

Now first thing's first, we need to bring the water to a boil.

[static crackling]

[Aurélie] Well, it looks like you have a head start.

This stuff is so fake.

Quick question, can you identify someone by their powers?

Mm. The great detective needs his old friend, Monté Carlo.

Can you or not?

It depends.

[Henri groans] Who needs computers when you have this?

And my famous database.

Okay, so what are his powers?

Uh, flames. He throws flames.

With his hands. Six, seven yards.

Fire power, fire power, fireworks, incendiary, no, no, no, no, no…

Here we are.

Braséro.

Forty-two.

In and out of prison for assault, corruption, and cherry on top,

he beats his wife.

Basically, full of class.

-Any kids? -[Henri] Negative.

Okay, um, there's food for two or three days in the kitchen.

Oh, and four-cheese was out of stock, so I got you the ham and ravioli.

Thank you very much. You spoil me. I'll get the door.

-[whooshing] -[crashing]

-[clattering] -[grunting]

[Moreau] Henri, you okay?

I'm fine. [laughs]

A little…

Did you take your meds?

[sighs] It has nothing to do with my medication.

I'm just feeling a little bit tired,

but that has nothing to do with my treatment.

Take them. It'll keep the doctor happy.

[melancholy music playing]

[sighs]

[music intensifies]

Tell Naja I wanna see him.

[scoffs] You serious?

Pretty sure of yourself.

It's important.

[sighs]

[chuckles softly]

[Naja] You demand to see me now?

Are you… [chuckles] Are you the boss?

-Uh, no. -No.

I'm playing.

Wanna try?

[Naja sighs]

-[whirring] -[clanging]

Really have to talk to you.

Is it good news or bad news?

It's both.

[top clatters, stops]

[dramatic music playing]

[reporter] Monday's headlines.

Another incident involving a power linked to fire

in a high school in the 19th district of Paris.

Only a few hours after a nightclub was torched

just a few streets away.

Gang turf battles, organized crime, lone perpetrators?

That's the question.

For the moment, the police don't appear to have any further explanations.

There. That's all we could salvage.

The same substance the high-school kid had.

Forensics can't trace the drug and the teen won't say who sold it.

Overall, we don't have a lot, except for five casualties.

-Fire power reminds me of this guy-- -Yeah, it's Braséro.

Forty-two years old, jail time, petty crimes, uh, domestic abuse.

Mm-hmm. Did you plan to share this with us?

I am. Now.

-[scoffs] Does he have children? -[Moreau] No.

The kid doesn't have any connection with him.

[commissioner] Right, so Braséro is our number one suspect now.

Find him, question him. I wanna know where he lives,

what he does, and how he spends his weekends.

Get to work.

[Moreau humming softly]

All good? Are you pleased with yourself?

Generally speaking, or about something specific?

Okay, we need to get some things clear.

I'm not your chauffeur, I'm not your assistant, I'm your partner,

-which means sharing info. -[cell phone ringing]

-Do you think you can grasp that concept? -Sorry.

-Hello? -[Henri] Are you sitting down?

-Sure. -[Henri] Listen, I have info on Braséro.

After he was released from prison,

he worked in a restaurant in the 10th district.

And he was seen with Callista.

-He joined her stupid rehab program. -How do you know that?

Hero Tracker Network.

Widely used, kinda pricey, but the sources are reliable.

-Okay. Talk later. Bye. -[Henri] What?

[man 1] Here! Here!

[woman] Hey!

[men repeating] Shoot!

-[man 2] Well played! Nice. -[man 3] Here! Here!

-Fuck you! Stop! I said stop! -Let go. Are you crazy?!

Calm down. Calm down. Stop.

-What are you doing? -I scored three times.

-Hey! Get off of me. -None of that here! I warned you.

-She started it. -That's your last warning!

[man] Why'd you do that?

Put the gear away. Everyone pack up. We're done.

-[man] You didn't have to push like that! -[man 1] She started it!

Just let it go!

See you tomorrow, big smiles!

Great job, ladies.

Come on, come on!

[eerie music playing]

[electric crackling]

[gasps softly]

[groan echoing]

[gasps]

Alex?

-Who's the guy you owe money to? -[Alex] What?

[woman] Who's the guy you owe money to?

-Don't worry, it's cool. -I do worry.

Leave that ball alone. I'm talking to you. What did you do now?

Like I said, it's cool.

How do you manage to always get yourself in trouble?

-Just spit it out. -It's nothing. It's not even my problem.

[woman] Okay, look. Doesn't matter.

Here. It'll spare you a beating.

-No. Come on. -Don't waste my time. Take it. Go on.

[Alex] Thanks.

[woman] And cut this shit out.

-[scoffs] It's not my fault. -[woman] It never is. Get out of here.

[sighs]

Getting back in shape?

[scoffs] Don't have the time.

-You okay? -Yeah, I'm good.

Monté Carlo?

You should go see him.

So, what do you want?

There's guys torching stuff everywhere.

So you came looking for them here?

Always a cop.

Braséro. Know him?

I helped him after he got out of prison ages ago.

Can't find him.

[sighs] Look harder, Moreau. What do you want?

You won't help me?

[indistinct chatter]

Real pleasure to see you, Moreau.

There. Happy now? Happy? Shoes off, okay? Can I go in?

Yeah, but maybe you have sweaty feet. Those socks look gross.

-Who the hell's that? -I don't make the rules.

Huh, I forgot to put 'em up.

You know what really leaves a mark? The bullshit coming out of your mouth.

It's unbelievable. Ah, Moreau!

Do you know her?

Can you actually answer when I call you?

[crowd jeers] Oh!

[laughing]

Don't bother waiting for me.

-What's so urgent? -The coroner wants to see us.

Are you still working with Callista?

-That seems suspicious. -It seems suspicious? Ah!

-Yeah. -This all seems unusual. Is that it?

You new at this?

She gives me info. It's called conducting an investigation. An inquiry.

So, you have to go and see people, ask questions.

-It's the basics. -Yeah, well, I mean…

Hey, just answer the phone. That's all I'm asking you to do.

[man] They brought me the body

after a fire in the suburbs a few days ago.

It was a camp stove fire.

All right. And, um, what's does this have to do with us?

We took him out of the freezer when his toxicology report matched

the drug you sent to the lab.

-He had the drug in his blood? -No. His blood is the drug.

And because of the state of his body,

establishing the cause of death was tricky.

But we got there. Exsanguination.

His blood was drained to fabricate the drug.

You can see the drain marks here and here. He was fed through a tube.

And I think the idea was to keep him alive.

-It must have been long and painful. -[Schaltzmann] Do we know his identity?

Arthur Laguens. It's Braséro.

The tattoo on his neck, just found out it was his.

I've never seen anything like it.

I'd pay a lot of money to talk to the guy who did it.

-He's a genius. -[Moreau] No, he's not a genius.

He tortured and killed a man. He's not a genius.

If you'll excuse me, I… Just… hang on.

-[scoffs, laughs] -[footsteps recede]

[door shuts]

[eerie music playing]

[man] Braséro is dead?

But… but how?

What was his job?

Uh, waiter.

And you were happy with him?

He was sick of being the freak show. You know how people are.

They'd happily pay big money to see him do his trick.

Until you broke up with him. Right?

Well, yeah, I did. It's me.

He refused to use his powers when we…

-you know… -Mm…

Normal guys aren't my thing, but guys with powers… [laughs]

Did he have a reason for starting therapy?

Well, I know that he'd been depressed since he was released from prison.

He was closed-off.

He struggled to deal with his powers.

The last time I saw him, he didn't look very well.

He'd lost weight.

So I thought, "Another guy on a diet." [laughs]

I don't see many girls voting. Come on, all you heroines, hit those comments.

While I'm here, I'd like to thank my sponsor, Rubie's.

If you want to rock that mask and dope superhero style,

the best hero costumes are at Rubie's.

-Excuse me, can I sit there? -Yeah, sure.

Great.

[man on video] …especially all the ladies out there. Let your voice be heard.

Lily, right?

Is that a cool video?

-[librarian shushing] -Yeah.

You're in ninth grade?

So, how's it going?

I know the first year in high school can be tough.

It's going well.

What's hard for me is that I weird people out.

Really?

[girls giggling softly]

Those girls over there?

[scoffs] Forget about them. They're idiots.

Okay, look…

If you need to talk, first look me up anytime.

I'd really like that.

Or call this number.

It really helped me.

[bell ringing]

Who is this?

Someone you won't weird out.

-See you. -See you.

[metal door closing]

Hey, you know what I'm like.

Once I start sliding, I can't stop.

So do me a favor, slide out of here, and quit stealing booze.

-Promise, buddy. I promise, I promise. -Okay.

[whirring]

[metal creaking]

[phone beeping]

Long day? Hmm?

-Huh? Pardon? -[Moreau] "Long day?" I said.

[Schaltzmann] Yeah.

-Go if you want. -No, I'm good. Totally awake.

-[knocking] -I made you a triple espresso,

but, uh, we're out of Red Bull. Sorry.

Thank you.

[man] You got it.

Get some sleep, it's fine.

[sighs]

Okay.

-See you in the morning. Thanks. Bye. -See you.

[suspenseful music playing]

Quick question.

How many of the wounded were treated after the fire at the club?

-Five. -[Moreau] Five? You sure?

Oh fuck, on the tape there's six.

If you're innocent, you wait for treatment, no?

[Schaltzmann] On my way.

-How long has he been here? -He was admitted two days ago.

When we heard your description, we made the connection.

This way.

I've got this.

[door opens]

Amine, that right?

-Lieutenant Moreau and Schaltzmann. -[groans]

-[Schaltzmann] Morning. -Hello.

-How'd you get these burns? -[Amine] I told the doctor.

I burned myself while ironing.

-[Moreau] While ironing? -Yeah.

On your shoulder?

-Yeah. -[Moreau] Okay.

That's you, right?

-[Amine] No. -[Moreau] No?

I can't see anything. Quality's shit.

-[Moreau] "Quality's shit"? -Looks terrible.

Maybe we could go ask the bouncer?

-What do you mean? -[Moreau] That one.

In flames, out of a job. Because of you.

-It wasn't me, man. -You wanna talk to him?

Call him, I'll get to know him. Never met him. You're wasting your time.

-I'm telling you. -[Moreau] Who's you supplier?

[sniffs] What supplier?

Your supplier.

-[screams] -Sorry. I'm so sorry. My apologies.

-Fuck! -Did I hurt you?

Hold on, let's unstick this.

-Does it hurt here? -Shit!

-[Amine groans] -I doubt that…

Hurts like hell. But really, it's nothing compared to what's next.

What do you mean?

What's next, if we don't find the antidote…

What antidote?

Oh, you didn't check for the side effects at all?

Oh, you don't know?

Ask your buddy.

You know, the guy you were with at the night club.

No, of course, that's right. Of course you can't because…

the truth is by the time we got to question him, sorry to say,

-he had exploded. -No!

[Schaltzmann] Bam! Spattered everywhere. Really gross.

So what I really suggest is that you tell us who sold you the drug.

We find him and get you the antidote.

Or in 24 hours, well, I mean, we'll see if you explode like your buddy.

No, no, no, no, no! I want that stuff.

Gimme the antidote. [sighs]

[Schaltzmann] Talk.

[sighs] It was some guy selling it outside my school.

-[dramatic music playing] -[Schaltzmann] What was his name?

Tell me his name.

Ismael. His name was Ismael.

-Okay. Ismael what? -[Amine] I dunno.

He had his head shaved on one side, and he had an earring.

I think he was at the Bluebell Apartments.

[Schaltzmann] Shall we go?

-Moreau. -Yeah.

[Amine] Can I get the antidote?

[breathes deeply]

[sniffs]

So, has anyone noticed some stock is missing?

Hmm?

Any thoughts?

Did anyone think, hey, I dunno… [laughs]

…we're a box short?

Anything like that?

No?

Perhaps one of you noticed Ismael's just disappeared?

You don't find that bizarre?

The guy doesn't show. It happens all the time. Who cares?

You keep your mouth shut!

Chewing gum!

Okay, so none of you geniuses here could make a connection.

Nobody thought stock is missing, the guy is missing?

Maybe the shithead's fucking us over or something?! [sighs]

No, I guess not.

Except Rudy.

Hmm?

So, let's all say thanks, Rudy, for raising the bar.

[tense music playing]

[all] Thanks, Rudy, for raising the bar.

Fuck, guys, what we're doing here isn't just business.

It's not about fucking money!

This is all about justice.

There you go. Find Ismael for me now. Okay?

Wherever he is, find him.

Or I'll kill one of you idiots randomly, huh? You. I'll kill you.

[sighs] Find him.

Okay. Get out.

-I'm always the scapegoat. Why you think-- -[man] Shut up. Just go.

[sighs] How's it going with the girl?

-Good. Don't worry. -I'll worry about it if I want.

Okay.

[tense music playing]

-[snapping] -[snorting]

[static crackling]

[exhales]

[fire roaring]

[music intensifies]

[Naja screams]

[police radio chatter]

-[Ismael] You okay? -Yeah. You have visitors.

[dramatic music builds]

[Schaltzmann] Police! Stop!

Police!

[panting] I lost him. He went back down.

[mumbling] Over there. There.

Hold on. He's in there.

[door chimes]

Hello.

Do you have cola candy, you know, the tiny, little bottles?

Not the sour ones, the regular kind?

Do you know?

I'll take a look. Okay?

[tense music playing]

[tension rising]

-Police! Get on the ground! -[whooshing, thumping]

[thudding on ground]

-[fire extinguisher clangs] -[handcuffs rattle]

[Schaltzmann] He had the drug on him.

Mm-hmm.

-Okay. -[car door shuts]

-[Schaltzmann] What the fuck? -She told me to help myself. So…

-[Schaltzmann] Okay. How about you drive? -Uh, but…

Of course.

Schaltzmann.

-Thanks. -[Schaltzmann] After you, sir.

[Callista] Defense. Come on, pick it up. I wanna see speed. Go, go, go! Go!

-So, are you in or not? -You're crazy. That shit's too dangerous.

It's not dangerous. If it was, nobody would sell it.

-Plus, it's free too. It's all good. -I'm not interested, okay.

Just think about it. One hit, and you're a new man.

-Got nothing to lose. -[Callista] What are you guys doing?

Aren't you gonna play?

Yeah.

-You planning a heist here? -[boy] No. Why would you say that?

-We're just talking. -[Callista] Yeah, I'm sure.

-Are you coming? -[boy] We're coming. Just doing my laces.

Okay.

-Where does the stuff come from? -I don't know.

-You don't know? -No.

Fine. What I know is that Braséro is dead.

Do you like the sound of homicide as an extra line on your résumé?

[Ismael] I dunno.

-[Schaltzmann] You still don't know? -[Ismael] No.

[Schaltzmann] Where's the lab?

No!

So?

No good. He won't talk.

-Twenty bucks, she makes him. -I'm in.

[Schaltzmann] How many sellers?

[Ismael] Uh, I dunno.

[sighs] So, you can only say "I don't know," is that it?

How many people did you sell it to?

-[Ismael] I dunno. -Fuck!

[door shuts]

[door opens]

There's nothing we can do. He's fucking with me.

-I'll try. -Mm! Wait, wait!

Why don't you turn the cameras off and leave me alone with him?

Hmm, decaf for the lady from now on.

Yeah, watch the guy.

All good? Got what you need?

-[Ismael] Mm-hmm. -Yeah? Time for a chat.

[Moreau] See you tomorrow.

[cell phone chimes]

-Well? Did Ismael sing for you? -We have so much in common.

I think we're friends now. Who knows?

[laughs] He won't say a word.

How'd you do?

His criminal record is kinda boring.

Just convictions for dealing weed. Nothing big.

[sighs deeply] So what? What do we do now?

We eat.

[laughs] You know, you have a really serious food issue.

Yeah. When I'm hungry, I can't think straight.

[cell phone buzzing]

[Moreau] Okay, I'll go get us a takeout.

I know a place. Wait and see, you're gonna love it.

[man 1] Chicken.

-[man 2] White sauce? -[man 1] No sauce.

-[man 2] Drink? -[man 1] No.

[man 2] Pay over there at the checkout.

[man 3] Excuse me, are you Mr. Cold?

Yeah, that's right.

-[man 3] Can we take a selfie together? -Sure. Go for it.

[man 3] Thanks.

-I'm busy, Henri. -[Henri] Finally.

I've been calling you since this morning. How do I get you to pick up the phone?

-I need to grow tits? -Yeah. That might help.

Hey, is it true there's a drug that gives you superpowers? Does it work?

Mm, looks like it, yeah.

[Henri] What's wrong with people?

I mean, having superpowers means having a mission, for God's sake! Right?

With great-- Great power comes--

-Great power-- It's not-- -I have a meeting right now, so I have--

-[Henri] No. You have to listen to this. -Go ahead.

Ah! I piqued Sherlock's curiosity. [laughs]

When I heard about the death of Braséro, information I didn't get from you,

I thought I'd check and see if there were other superheroes that had gone missing.

Yeah, and?

Yeah, well, guess what? I stumbled upon a guy named

Eclipso The Enchanter.

MISSING

You probably never heard of him. He's a small-time conjurer.

Done some advertising work, nothing major really.

Subpar power kind of loser.

[Moreau] What's his superpower?

[Henri] Blinding.

-He blinds people from a distance. -[woman screaming]

[Henri] His career was a bust.

-[man] What the hell are you doing? -[Henri] Interestingly, this guy, Eclipso,

I think that he's been missing for about one full week.

-[explosion] -[people screaming]

Stay here. Don't go out. Don't go out!

-[people clamoring] -[car alarms wailing]

-[Moreau] Are you okay? -[moaning] I can't see.

-[Moreau] Don't move! -I'm fully blind.

All units, North Precinct under attack! North Precinct under attack! Don't move.

[dramatic music building]

[man] Where is he? Come on!

You've gotta move faster.

[creaking]

[objects crashing]

[alarm beeping]

-[Moreau] Are you okay? -[men shouting]

-[man] Over there! -How many of them? How many of them?

I'm blind. I don't know.

-[men shouting] -[crashing]

-[punching] -[crackling blast]

[crackling stops]

-[Ismael] Hey! -[banging]

-Fuck. Fuck. -[Ismael] Hey! Up here!

-[man 1] He's up there. Let's go! -[Ismael] Hey!

-[clanging] -[Ismael] Hey! Up here!

-[man 1] Up the stairs. -[Ismael] Come on, hurry!

-[footsteps running] -[moaning]

[gasps] Are you okay? It's me. It's me, Moreau.

-[whirring] -[explosive bang]

[crashing, crunching]

-[Ismael] Yo! Over here. -[man 1] Stop! Come on.

[clanging]

[man 1] Come on! Let's go! Let's go!

The door's locked! Fuck!

-[Ismael] Watch out! -[Schaltzmann] Don't move!

[man 1] Get her!

[man 2] I got it!

[clattering]

-[Schaltzmann] On the ground! -[man 1] Get her!

[Schaltzmann] Get off me!

[struggling]

[whooshing]

Police! On the ground!

[crackling]

[Moreau] Schaltzmann!

[mystical ringing]

[mystical ringing]

[dramatic music building]

[music crescendos]

[emotional strings playing]

Help's on the way. You're okay.

-[eerie music playing] -[mystical ringing]

-[ringing intensifies] -[heavy thudding]

[mystical ringing]

[emotional piano playing]

[indistinct chatter]

-…then we're done. -Okay, keep me informed.

You okay?

-And Guillot? Any news? -Yeah, yeah. He'll make it.

Any left?

[both laughing]

-So she sees everything before it happens? -No, no. She doesn't see everything. She…

-[sniffs] -So?

No, no, no. She gets… I mean, she gets these flashes, uh,

-about some individuals. Some… [mumbles] -Flash!

Yeah! It happens like that without warning.

-The damn flash comes without warning. -[both laugh]

And so, did you two, did you and her…

-No, no, no! -Sure? No.

-Her? No. Shit. I mean, no. -Yeah. Huh? No. No. Okay.

-[sighs] -So no girlfriend?

-No. -And no boyfriend?

Nope.

So, you don't have any kids, obviously, I guess.

Mm-mm.

-How about a fish? A rat? A mouse? -No, I have a little cat and a gun.

[both laugh]

So, what happened earlier?

What do you mean?

Oh, um…

Is there something I should know about?

[door opening]

[woman] Schaltzmann, they're ready to take your statement. You coming?

Okay.

[Ismael] Listen to me!

I don't wanna die, so why would I be lying?

I swear to God, I was working alone!

I didn't wanna share the money. It was just me! Alone!

Raise your chin a little.

-Huh? -[Naja] Put your chin up.

There, stop.

-Great. Hold still. -What are you doing?

-[whizzing] -[clanging]

[laughs]

That looks really good on you.

You won't do it again?

-No. -[Naja] No?

-Got it now? -Yeah.

Kill him.

What? No, stop! Stop!

Fuck! Stop! Naja, stop!

God damn it, please! He'll let me go! God damn it. Naja, stop.

I saw some new powers! I saw a guy with powers!

Stop. Stop. What?

I saw a guy. His name is Moreau. He's a cop.

[gasps] He made a girl float in mid-air.

-In mid-air? -[Ismael] I swear to God.

That's amazing.

[Ismael screams]

-[rope creaking] -[choking]

-[Naja] Here. -[Ismael] What the hell? Stop! Fuck!

-[chair rattling] -[choking]

[dramatic music building]

Guys!

[gasping]

-[Ismael chokes] -[Naja sighs]

[eerie music playing]

Mid-air.

Find this Moreau guy, please.

-Has Alex left? -He's in there.

Where's Karim and Vincent? They got better things to do?

Why would I know?

Spit it out.

You're not their mom, you know.

[scoffs] Why do I bust my ass for idiots like you, huh?

I'm not a snitch, okay?

Know what? Get out. I don't wanna see you here. You're banned.

-What? -Get out!

Hold on, let me explain. I have nothing to do with that. It's them, okay?

-[Callista] Who? -Them two.

I told them I wasn't interested in that shit.

Not interested in what?

-Go easy, guys. This is serious shit. -And, uh, for real, it's, like, free?

Yeah, free trial.

-Really wanna do this? -Yeah! Let's do it.

-Don't you wanna try it? -Oh, sure, I'm up for it, but…

[boy 1] Promised you'd try it.

-You good? -[boy 2] Let's do it.

[tense music rising]

[whooshing, crackling]

[gasps]

[music quickens]

[cracking, sniffing]

[crackling]

[emotional music building]

[static crackling irregularly]

[static charges bursting]

It's me.

We gotta review the dosage. All right.

[crackling dies down]

[engine starts, revs]

A tragedy occurred last night, in the north of the capital.

Two teens died after taking the mystery substance

that's been circulating for a few days now.

The previous versions of the drug caused fire and blinding powers,

and a new version of the formula could be the cause of the teens' deaths.

The authorities strongly recommend caution

to everyone who comes into contact with this dangerous blue substance.

I also wiretapped all of Ismael's friends, and there's a unit staking out his place.

But we've turned up nothing so far, so I don't know.

-Be right back. -Okay.

-I need your help. It's Lily. -[Moreau] What's going on?

Come with me. It's okay.

[Moreau] Sit down.

[woman crying, speaking indistinctly]

[sobs]

-Everything okay? -No. Her daughter's missing.

Take her statement, I'll check her place to see what I can find, okay?

Yeah.

[tense music playing]

[monitors beeping]

[music intensifies]

There's nothing.

Nothing here. They must have found out she has powers.

-We gotta find her, Moreau. -Now you wanna help?

They tested their shit on two of my kids.

They didn't make it.

-That's how I realized Lily-- -Just stop. Get out of here.

[sighs]

[eerie music building]

[phone buzzing]

Moreau, call me back.

[whooshing, crackling]

[shots firing]

[Callista] Hey!

[shouting, struggling]

[struggling]

-[groaning] -[object clatters]

[Schaltzmann] Should we go?

[Callista] Not until we know where Moreau is.

[whirring, crackling]

-Come on, let's go. -Wait! Wait.

What are we waiting for? We have to go now.

What the hell are you doing? Let's go!

[screeching, crunching]

[engine revs]

Now we go!

[mystical ringing]

Go! Drive! What the fuck are you waiting for?

-It won't move! The van's stuck. -[tires squealing]

[gunshot]

-[groans] -[grunts]

Moreau!

[Schaltzmann] Police! Get out!

-[banging] -[crackling]

[Schaltzmann] Moreau!

Jesus! It's this motherfucker.

-[mystical ringing] -Give me the gun!

[gunshot]

Give me the gun!

[gunshot]

-[gunshots] -[ringing stops]

[creaking]

[tires screeching]

[gunshots]

Moreau! Moreau! Moreau, stay with us.

Stay with us, please. Hey.

[emotional music playing]

[mystical ringing]

[ringing intensifies]

-[ringing stops] -[bullets clatter]

[Callista] Come on, help me. Help me!

One. Two. Three.

Let's go.

-[pounding on door] -All right. All right. I'm coming!

-[pounding on door] -[sighs]

-[Henri] Come on. -[Schaltzmann] Fuck.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Moreau's one of you guys, right?

We met Moreau while on a mission.

Gigaman spotted his potential right away and wanted to recruit him.

[emotional music playing]

Did you know?

No.

[Callista] That's how Moreau became our liaison officer.

Chairmont never knew about his powers.

He was just flattered we asked his precinct for help.

So, we left it at that.

And how long did you keep up this whole act?

Not long.

[Callista] Stop!

[thudding]

[dramatic music playing]

[whooshing]

[whooshing]

You all right?

Yeah.

Catch the guy?

-You've been practicing, right? -A bit.

But I'm not sure I…

Stay in cover then.

-What? -You're not ready, so I'm going alone.

[sighs]

[Gigaman] That's enough.

[man] Back up!

-[Gigaman] Put your gun down. -[man] Don't move, or I'll shoot!

[Gigaman] Put down the gun.

[man] I swear to God, I'll kill you.

[mystical ringing]

Don't be a fool.

"Freeze," I said.

[mystical ringing]

Don't move. Don't.

[emotional music playing]

[sobbing]

Moreau never forgave himself.

He gave up on his powers, and…

I found another use for mine.

-We should've never stopped. -[Callista] Are you serious?

Look at you, Monté.

-And Lily? How does she fit in here? -[Henri] She's Gigaman's daughter.

She was five at the time.

Moreau had this note on him.

It's a phone number. I think he found it at Lily's place.

Elisabeth Caghieri.

Psychologist specializing in superhuman capabilities.

Hold on. She was Braséro's shrink.

We interrogated her.

-Really? -[Schaltzmann] Yeah.

I'm calling Chairmont.

What are you gonna tell him, that Moreau has powers,

and we all played him for a fool for ten years? He'll love that.

So, what do you propose we do?

Hmm…

[classical music playing softly]

[door opening]

Thank you so much. I really feel like I'm making progress. [sobs]

Damn, sorry.

-[man sobs] -[Caghieri] It's okay.

-I'll see you next week. -[man] Yeah. Thank you, Doctor.

Next.

Come in.

[door closes]

So, why did you need to see me urgently?

[Henri] How can I put it?

It's a kind of…

of a knot, a knot of anxiety.

Something that's constricting. Quite literally.

A dull pain. [sighs]

[Henri sighs]

[Caghieri] Have you been feeling a lot of pressure lately?

[Henri sobbing]

Monté Carlo?

[Henri sobs]

[Caghieri] Monté Carlo?

[cries]

[Caghieri] Come over here and we'll talk about it.

Should I lie down?

[laughs] Let's get to know each other first.

-[Henri] Of course. -Take a seat.

[inhales]

So, tell me about your powers.

Could I have some water? For…

-Yes, of course. -[Henri] Thank you.

Sure.

[door slamming]

[whooshing]

-[Henri] You're-- -[Caghieri] Here.

You're very kind. I appreciate it.

[moans]

[sighs] I'm much better already.

So, your powers.

I first became aware of them in April 1976.

Hmm.

Papa went out to buy cigarettes.

I never saw him again.

[sighs] Is it not by the depth of his wounds

one measures the quality of a man?

[static buzzing]

[man] Yesterday I woke up floating three feet above my bed.

It hadn't happened to me in a really long time.

[Caghieri] I think you've still gained an enormous amount of control.

[man] In fact, I often wake up before the nightmare's even started.

[woman] Her father meant that with him, you know?

They share this power,

and so I feel really excluded, like I can't relate to them.

PSYCHOLOGIST SPECIALIZING IN DISORDERS LINKED TO SUPERHUMAN ABILITIES

[dramatic music playing]

[man] Usually when you're nervous, they tell you to picture people naked.

See, that's my everyday life, though.

You know I can see through clothes, so there's no mystery.

It's hard to control myself seeing this on a day-to-day basis.

It's… It's… It's the real struggle.

Always seeing her naked, rekindling the desire to…

-[Caghieri] And what scares you? -[man] If I tell her, what will happen?

What will she think? Maybe she'll think I'm putting her in danger.

[Caghieri] So this anxiety you're feeling is about her reaction?

[man] Yeah. She loves me the way I am, without my powers.

If I tell her, it might hurt something between us.

And she might think I've been lying to her.

[Caghieri] Let's continue this next week.

I'll see you out.

[man] Okay. Thank you.

THE COLLABORATION BETWEEN PROF. DATO AND DR. CAGHIERI ENDS ABRUPTLY

DUE TO AN ETHICAL DISAGREEMENT

[Caghieri] Take care.

Hello, Lily, it's Elisabeth Caghieri.

Um, you missed your appointment today, and I'm worried. Call me back, please.

Right in here.

She was the most brilliant head of research.

But we ended up severing ties with her.

And what do you do here, Professor?

Fundamental research in superpowers.

Identification, analysis, transmission, reproduction.

Pretty much anything that helps explain how it all works.

But what's there to explain though?

You either have powers or you don't. Period.

-Right? -[grunts]

And what was Caghieri working on?

Molecular and pathophysiological causes of mental illness in superhumans.

I don't understand.

The link between the psychiatric disorders in superhumans and their powers.

-[Caghieri] Mathias, it's me. -[Naja] What do you want?

[Caghieri] Where's Lily? What have you done?

[Naja] Don't worry.

[Caghieri] You promised me you'd leave her alone.

[Naja] I didn't promise anything. Your job's done.

It's not your problem now.

The parents of a ten-year-old boy asked for our help.

Their son developed a socio-pathological disorder

due to his mental induction powers.

What powers are those?

A sort of hypnosis power enabling him to deprive others of their free will.

I see. So, um, no one could say no to him, right?

The parents had no special abilities, and they were overrun.

They asked us to remove their son's powers.

They thought it would solve his problems.

I refused.

I believe it's not our decision to make.

[Caghieri] I've given you enough people. This has to stop!

People? Morons with two-bit powers.

[Caghieri] People are dying, Mathias. It's gone too far.

It was supposed to help you, make you feel better, but it's killing you.

[Naja] This is your fault.

-[groans] -[monitors beeping]

[Caghieri] Look, she's just a kid.

[chuckles] So what? You'd give your life for her?

[sighs] Let me at least check that she's okay.

[Naja sighs] If you want.

[Schaltzmann] And Caghieri?

[Professor] She conducted the experiment in secret. She meant well.

And it worked.

She successfully eradicated his powers.

But the procedure drove the child mad.

He ended up murdering his parents.

With no guardians, he went to a psych ward.

We kept it out of the press,

and I made sure Elisabeth was never able to do more research.

[dramatic music building]

[shutter clicking]

[Schaltzmann] Mathias Najarovski, 35 years old. Goes by the name of Naja.

He actually used Caghieri's skills to reproduce powers.

-And I bet his hideout is also his lab. -[Henri] How many guys did you count?

Ten, maybe more.

All right. Let's take 'em.

Get over yourself. The hideout is an absolute maze.

If they've already managed to harvest Lily's powers, it's suicide.

-They are no match for us. -Enough! You hear yourself?

You have Parkinson's, Monté, you understand?

[Callista sighs]

[monitor beeping]

The police must be looking for her.

[alert beeping]

You're in pain.

What do you think?

[sighs] Mathias, she's 15. Let her go, please.

I was ten years old.

Wasn't really a problem then.

-I regret what I did every single day. -Then why stop now?

[gasps]

-[snaps] -[snorts]

No, Mathias. Don't do that.

[crackling]

-[Caghieri] You're gonna-- -Don't you ever tell me what to do!

-[gasps] -[clanging]

[crackling]

Ever again.

I won't.

Okay.

But if you want to keep her alive, she needs Midodrine.

Glucose isn't enough, her blood pressure's too low. She might not make it.

So, get it done then.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[Schaltzmann sighs] You need to wake up now.

We can't do this without you.

You hear me, Moreau, or not?

What's the point of having superpowers then?

[Callista] Schaltzmann!

[door opens]

-[man] Station. -[Caghieri] I want to talk to a detective.

-What's happening? -[Caghieri] About the missing superhumans.

Listen. She's ratting him out.

[Caghieri] Be fast, please. He's kidnapped a young girl.

[man] Hold on, I'll put you through.

[line ringing]

If Chairmont sends our guys, it'll be a massacre.

[tense music rising]

[faint mystical ringing]

[music building]

More on tonight's latest incident in the area of Rosny-sous-Bois.

SUPER-DRUG: TWO POLICE OFFICERS WOUNDED

Earlier this evening, police officers were ambushed

and attacked by two individuals who had robbed an ATM machine.

[reporter 2] According to the surveillance footage

we were able to obtain,

we can see the suspects have the ability to fire destructive blue lasers.

The two individuals then moved on to a local park.

[reporter 1] The officers were rushed the hospital

and were placed in intensive care.

At the moment, the two men are in a fight for their lives.

[music building dramatically]

[whooshing]

We have visitors. Say hello. Rudy, you come with me. Come on, get up!

Get down there now!

Here. Take all of this.

What do we do with all of them?

The kid stays with me.

All right? You're staying with me, okay?

-Wake up! -[monitor beeping]

The truck keys.

-[Rudy] What am I supposed to do? -Improvise.

But if you fuck up, I'll kill you.

[clattering]

[snorting]

[tense music playing]

-Go! -[sharp crackling]

-[gunshot] -[glass shattering]

[panting]

[gunshot]

-Now! [blasting]

[blasting]

[glass crashing, shattering]

[crackling]

[Lily gasping, crying] Let me go.

[music building]

[whooshing]

[whooshing]

[gunshot]

-[man grunts] -[struggling]

-[whooshing] -[gunshot]

-[thudding] -[groans]

-[punching] -[man grunting]

[crashing]

-[blasting] -[glass shattering]

[crackling blasts]

[man groans]

-[snapping] -[whooshing]

-No! Put it down, son! -[whooshing]

-[smacking] -[shouting]

-[thudding] -[man grunts]

-[screams, grunts] -[thudding]

-[screams] -[man grunts]

-[clanging] -[crunching]

-[screams] -[man grunts]

-[slapping] -[thudding]

Not too bad!

-[groaning] -[Callista screams]

-[punching] -[panting]

[gasping]

-[eerie music playing] -[creaking]

-[whooshing] -[metallic clang]

[heavy thud]

-[Callista sighs] -Out of shape, my friend?

[grunting]

[gasping]

[crackling]

[laughs]

I've heard a lot about you.

So nice to meet you.

Go ahead!

-[crashing] -[music crescendos]

-[snapping] -[snorting]

[crackling blast]

[Schaltzmann] Lily?

[struggling]

-[screams] -[thudding]

-[screams] -[struggling]

[struggling]

[Henri] What's that moron doing?

-I got it! -Wait! [sighs]

[whooshing]

-[Moreau gasps] -[Henri] It's all right. I overshot.

-[snapping] -[thudding]

[whooshing]

-[crunching] -[sirens wailing]

[tires squealing]

[blasting]

-Let me go. -[blasting]

[emotional music playing]

[struggling]

-[thudding] -[screams]

-[Lily screams] -Stay with me!

Stay!

Don't leave me alone.

We're gonna make it out of here, okay? Together.

[static crackling]

-[Naja] Come on. Let's go. -[crackling]

-[blasting] -[clanging]

[clanging]

[clanging]

[whooshing]

[officer] Head down!

Move! Come on.

-You owe me an explanation. -Again.

[Chairmont] Okay, everybody, let's go.

-[electricity crackling] -[crashing]

[both gasping]

Leave us alone, please.

We're tired.

[static crackling]

-[whirring] -[crashing]

-You okay? -[gasping]

[Schaltzmann] You okay? You're okay.

-[Naja screams] -[Moreau groans]

[Schaltzmann] Hey!

Lily!

-[snapping] -[snorting]

-[crackling] -Lily!

-[blasting] -[Naja] Lily!

[groans]

[crackling]

[static blast]

[music crescendos]

[electric bolts blasting]

[Naja screaming]

[Chairmont] Stand by!

[music fades out]

[emotional music playing]

[both laugh]

Get him up.

[Schaltzmann] You okay?

[police radio chatter]

[music building]

[whooshing]

Just a few days after the event that shook Paris

let's revisit the Pack Royal's incredible intervention

to rescue two captive superhumans.

As we've learned more about the past of the man who went by the name of "Naja,"

one question remains a week after the events.

Who is the new mysterious superhero who took down this dangerous criminal?

Where does this hero come from? What are his powers?

Nobody is able to answer those questions.

THE RETURN OF THE SUPERHEROES

But one thing is for sure, we haven't heard the last of the man

the public has named Titan.

[rustling]

-[Lily] You okay? -Mm-hmm. I brought you these.

They're my favorite. Bad for you.

[laughs]

So, you have a supername and all that now.

Maybe I could have one too.

We can talk about it.

Get some rest.

-[Lily] Hey. -Yeah?

Thank you.

[Chairmont] I can't keep him.

Not with all this stuff. It's against regulations.

-Sure, but-- -No, that's enough!

You drop out of sight to go investigate illegally.

You put civilians in danger. I should fire you too.

I'm reassigning you.

Liaison for Pack Royal.

Get out. I have work to do.

[funky music building]

Hey, hey.

We're clear that you… you haven't got anything, you know, anything special?

-No, nothing special. -[Chairmont] Okay.

It doesn't work. Your wireless doesn't work.

I keep sending. See? And nothing happens, absolutely nothing.

-[Callista] Hurry up, man! It's starting. -Know what? I'll use a trusty cable.

Nothing like old technology.

Huh!

There's only nine contending superheroes left, amigos.

-And in ninth place, we've got Mr. Cold. -[Henri groans] So?

-Mr. Cold, just one breath, and he can-- -[Henri] He's not so great!

So what? You got a cool retirement? Chilling at home.

-Moreau shops for you. I cook for you. -[scoffs] Where do you see your retiree?

-Who saved you from that bald moron, huh? -[sighs]

While you were doing I don't know what with your hands. Boop boop boop.

Well. I was watching you.

Yeah, I was watching you with great admiration.

"Great admiration." I see. Enjoy it, kid, because you mark my words.

This is the return of Monté Carlo.

-Oh, yeah? -[Henri] Yeah.

-Maybe you can change your style. -You're talking to me about style?

-Yeah. -Look at yourself. Half-punk, half-Smurf.

[doorbell ringing]

[chuckles] "Smurf!"

[presenter] …one of the finest superheroes in the world, Tonic Girl.

If Tonic Girl wants, she'll crush you…

-[Henri] How are you? -[Schaltzmann] Good.

Where's Moreau?

[Henri] He's on the balcony.

-[Henri] Getting close. -[Callista] Yeah.

So, what are you doing?

Nothing.

Cool.

Of course, we're talking about the beautiful Callista!

[shouts] So! Who's the punk now? Huh?

Where's the Smurf?

Where are they? Where?

-In fourth. -[Callista laughs]

Where am I? I forgot.

[presenter] But before we get to it, I just want to give a quick shout out…

It can't be.

This internet nonsense is a scam. What do these kids know?

[Callista] Monté Carlo, it's you!

-How'd I do? -Third place.

Looking at your votes, and it's MC, Monté Carlo, you're third…

[Callista] That's fantastic!

Yeah. Yeah. It is.

-Are you excited? -Yeah, well, you know me.

I don't really care about this sort of thing.

…several superheroes. Looks like they haven't stopped working after all.

Here.

What is it?

[presenter] We only have two places left, and I know who you have in mind for first.

Trust me, there will be a twist, and you don't want to stop watching now.

-[gasps] -[Schaltzmann laughs]

[emotional music playing]

Where'd you get it?

I had it made specially for you.

I figured you might need it.

And I heard that the Pack Royal has a brand new liaison.

And that's she's pretty tip-top.

[music crescendos]

[funky music playing]

[rhythmic beat rising]