All language subtitles for 1x00 - Puzzle - Part 3

You can leave us.

The Commissioner gave me 5 minutes with her.

Thanks.

Astrid...

I need your help.

You need to talk to me.

I'm on your side.

You know who I am.

You knew who I was before you gave me those files.

You gave them to me because,

for some unknown reason,

you believed you could trust me.

Talk to me, Astrid.

I get it.

I'll get you out of there.

35 petals.
Last week, it had 32 petals.

- It had 32 petals.
- You like flowers, sweetie?

Say something, Astrid. Say something.

Cattleya.

Sorry?

Cattleya trianae.

It is a plant, an orchid.

On the internet,
I saw which parking lot the suicide happened in

and I went to see if there was
a cattleya where he immolated himself.

Why would there be an orchid?

Because it's the link between the cases.

- I thought the link was the scopolamine?
- I found the scopolamine after.

First, I made the connection with the flower, with the orchid.
The cattleya trianae.

But there was no flower in the parking lot.

So I thought I had made a mistake.

I cannot be wrong. I do not like being wrong.

So I looked for something else.

And that is when I found the scopolamine.

Wait, I- I don't get it.

I know Dr. Grant's case. I know the case.
I scanned it 2 years ago.

And in the vase,

on the crime scene,

there was a cattleya.

So?

So there was always flowers in Dr. Alain Grant's office.

He changed them every week, but they were always roses, roses.

But on the crime scene,

It was a cattleya in the vase.

Let's assume. But at the Hôtel de Dunkerque...

I've read those files at least 20 times,

and there's no mention of any flower,

- or any plant.
- No,

there was a cattleya trianae.

There was an orchid.

In the frame.

The frame above the bed.

They removed my laces.

They took my watch.

I'll get your laces back, Astrid.
Your watch too.

- I want my watch
- It's alright.

Thank you, Astrid.

Thank you.

First, I made the connection with the flower, with the orchid.
The cattleya trianae.

But there was no flower in the parking lot.

Come here. Oh, yeah, yeah.

So our culprit signs their crimes with a flower?

I've seen the footage 10 times, I hadn't noticed.

If Astrid hadn't insisted, we would have totally missed it.

- Proving again that she knows things she won't tell us.
- Enough, Martineau. She told Coste.

Even if we can't see a face on the video, we can tell it's not her.

It's not her gait at all.

We looked at these files like cops.

We needed to look at them differently to make progress.

We'll analyze the flower.
Martineau, let Miss Nielsen go with our apologies.

I'll call the DA.

Raphaëlle, you're in charge of the case.

I'm a man of my word.

But don't screw up.

Commissioner?

I have...

another request.

How is it going, Astrid?

Do you really want to know, or is it a rhetorical question?

I really want to know.

I know what happened today was difficult.

How did you find me?

I'm a cop.

When I'm looking for someone, I always find them.

Why are you looking for me?

I'd like to understand.

Well, uh, hello everyone.

We have more people each week, thank you.

For our Autism, Adults, Friendship meetings,

that, in spite of the acronym,
don't necessarily mean

that autism is an addiction, right?

It-It's starting, Commander.
William doesn't like starting late.

We need to go sit down.

Right, uh...

Who wants to talk about the Mood of the Day?

Me! I'm a disabled worker.

I work in a social center. I do the cleaning.

But I'm sad because I don't interact a lot with my coworkers.

They think I'm ID anyway, so...

You're not intellectually disabled, Max.
You speak 14 languages.

But I speak them all with the same accent.
The "dummy" accent.

The other day, one of my neurotypical coworker showed me
a picture of his baby.

He asked me how I felt about it.

I just answered the question.

His baby looked like a fat, old person,
with a crushed face.

I think it irritated him.

Sometimes it's difficult to understand neurotypicals.

They are touchy people.

We need to learn how to smooth things over.

I don't see why I should adapt.

I am a autistic person,

but it's not a shameful disease.

It's not even a disease.

By trying so hard to adapt, we're risking burnouts.

I suppose we need to find a balance.

My son is autistic.

He's 9 years old.

And uh...

He's still not talking.

I hope with all my heart that he'll have trouble
with the social conventions of his coworkers.

Because it would mean he has coworkers.

- I'm leaving, I'll see you next week.
- Take care.

I'll leave you to it.

I'm also here because I have a proposition for you.

The Commissioner agreed that you could
officially join the investigation.

Not as police, of course but...

As an expert.

You're a sworn member of the police already,
and you know these files like no other.

Are you interested?

Not at all.

It is a source of unpredictable situations.
I cannot deal with it.

The Director of Criminal Documentation is right.

I- I tried. I cannot do it.

Don't let anyone decide for you, Astrid.
You have talent.

And you're without a doubt the best criminologist in the city.

It'd be a shame not to share, right?

And...

- You were right about the cattleya.
- Yes, I am right about the cattleya, yes.

But, you know, you can solve the nine-dots problem
but that does not make you a puzzle expert.

- The what problem?
- The nine-dots problem.

Thank you. Goodbye, Commander.

Good evening!

William.

Diagnosed with Aspergers on July 16th 2002,
passionate about computers and trains.

What about you?

I'm- I'm sorry I'm not actually autistic.

Nobody's perfect.

I came to support a friend.

- Astrid?
- Yes.

She's not easy to approach, huh?

I will tell you a secret.

Autistic people are stronger than neurotypicals, but...

They have one Achilles' heel.

Oh? Really? Hard to believe.

I assure you. It's just two words.

Special interest.

Special interest.

Absolutely. Take me for example.
You can talk politics, soccer...

You can try to seduce me with small talk,
I will stay impassive.

But tell me about microprocessors,
that you have information on the Pacific 4-6-2 G,

or that you want to know the difference
between locomotors and locomotives, then...

It makes me feel something, I can't resist.

Pacific 4-6-2 G...

It's the Stradivarius of steam locomotives.

- Alright, thank you.
- Well, Astrid's Pacific 4-6-2 is puzzles.

Jigsaws.

Enigmas.

Multifaceted cubes. She collects them all
and knows their history inside out.

That's her Achilles' heel?

If you want to catch her attention, undoubtedly.

She can't resist an unfinished puzzle.

She can't think of anything else until she solves it.

- I don't know how to thank you, William.
- Very simple. If you know anything about the Pacific 4-6-2...

- Call me, and-
- Thank you, William.

I understand your decision, Astrid.
I won't insist.

What's confusing me is that there's one piece missing from the puzzle.

The stolen amounts are too small for the motive to be money.

There has to be another connection between the victims.
But what?

But I get it. It's not your problem anymore.

Thank you for all your help.

I won't bother you anymore.

I'll find a way to solve this enigma on my own.

Goodbye, Astrid.

- What does it say? You have to connect A to B.
- But no!

- To B.
- Now, cook the onions on low heat.

- Ah, shit!
- What is it?

I cut myself.

Be careful, we have an investigation to close.

Talking about injuries, what happened to you?

Oh, this?

It's nothing. A guy at school wanted to pick a fight.

Believe me, he got it!

- He's your son, huh?
- He's a Coste.

Hey, do you know about the nine-dots problem?

Really? You don't know it?

- Everyone knows the nine-dots problem, Mom!
- Yeah.

Explain it to me then.

Ok, there's 9 points laid out in a square and
you need to connect them with only 4 lines.

That's easy!

Go for it.

There! That should work.

Oh, that's not it.

- I'll show you.
- No! I can do it myself.

- No, that's my math notebook, Mom!
- Alright, wait...

You failed.

What about math?

Never mind, it's nonsense anyway.

- So, if I do this... I can't...
- Failed.

Oh, dammit!

Like this...

Come on!

It's grown-ups time!

What's new with you?

- In the love department, you mean?
- Yeah.

Uh, well, nothing.

It's been quiet since Céline dumped me.

It's been 2 years. Don't you think you should move on?

Says the girl who spends her evenings with her coworker.

- Give me that, you'll hurt yourself.
- Yeah.

What did you do to Lebrac?
He was sulking very hard this morning.

Well, I interrupted his interview
and freed his so-called suspect.

- Go easy on him, he's young.
- Yeah, but he thinks like an old guy.

An old racist.

So you see, sometimes I restore balance.

- And it even proved useful this time.
- Why?

Because the woman he was harassing was Mambo.

A voodoo practitioner.

- And?
- And she told me a lot.

The mix of scopolamine and atropine, Haitians call it Devil's Breath.
But they're not the only ones dealing with zombies.

In Colombia, for instance, it's called burundanga.

For the Chinese, it's Dragon's Breath.

Even the Nazis used it as a truth serum.

And it's untraceable.
It's made with common ingredients like

seasickness medicine and flower extract.

She was sure about one thing, though.
It's a trick for experts.

Meaning what?

Not everyone knows how to administer it right.

Not enough, the victim is unaffected.

A little too much, they can die or go crazy.