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No.

I didn't leave you in a car.

I left you in an AC Shelby Cobra. With a V8 engine...

Outside. Seven liters...

and 410 horsepower. Many would like to...

to forget them in a car like this.

Do you understand?

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-But she is lovely! -It's only for two days.

Will she go back to her mother?

No, it's not done right away.

He declared me a father.

I'm obliged to keep it for 48 hours, until Social Services takes over.

For fostering?

At last!

-What are you doing? -What am I doing?

Look, Fatima.

With all that's happened, I haven't done an autopsy in months.

-And I miss him like crazy. -But it's not a suspicious death.

Really? I find him suspicious.

-I need an autopsy. -Your dad...

You didn't read the messages.

He came from the hospital due to lack of space.

Only natural deaths, no autopsies today.

-Are they waiting for the burial? -Exactly.

Oh, great! We'll do an autopsy...

in Gislaine Robben, before being put in the coffin.

No one will know.

Stop it!

-Olivia's gonna kick your ass. -No, because she's away at a seminar.

Otherwise I wouldn't have brought the little one.

Read the messages. The seminar...

-Morning. -...cancelled.

What the... Are you a complete idiot?

This is not a place for infants.

I absolutely agree, I explained it to her, but she's very stubborn.

I didn't know what to do with her.

-And you said to see an autopsy? -No, I didn't...

Maybe if he stayed in your office...

since you already have three kids?

You have experience.

Just for today.

But I warn you.

Your return does not mean a return to chaos.

The rule will be order, understood?

Did he agree to the autopsy?

The road is clear.

Don't worry, we'll respect the dead.

Eddie, did you think...

The inhibitor? I thought about it.

-Great. Ready, Fatima? Here we go. -Yes.

Well.

Recent laparotomy incision. That doesn't tell us much.

Skin metastases.

-Intestinal cancer; -Yes.

I didn't lose the gift.

Reduction of volume in the colon.

To avoid obstruction...

-postoperatively. -Great.

What a lousy job they did here! They opened, closed, reopened...

Who did this?

-Ante. Let's go. -Starting? -Yeah.

-Fatim, I forgot... -The recorder.

You don't need me anymore. Is that what it says?

-Yes. -When I said "writing," did he write?

-Yes. -And I said you didn't need me?

-Yes. -Turn it off, please.

We missed you, you know.

Freeze.

-What? -Don't move the scalpel at all.

Don't even breathe.

-Gently, gently. -What is this?

What is this cable? It's a bomb.

-It's a bomb. -Don't move the scalpel.

This is no time to panic.

So?

These, logically, are the explosives.

They are connected to the box. One is the detonator.

-You cut one of the wires. -Damn it! I cut the wire!

The scalpel is a good conductor. Don't move the blade.

-Good. -If I let go of the scalpel, will it explode?

In short, yes.

And when it reaches zero?

We will have found the solution before.

Fatima, take Olivia out of the house. and the baby out.

Women and children first?

Now you're going to denounce the patriarchy?

-I'm not leaving without you. -Balthazar!

Regarding the report of...

-What's going on? -Olivia...

believe me, I'm not kidding.

Inside the body is a bomb that will explode in eight minutes.

If he moves his hand or the scalpel, we'll explode.

Take Alice and get out now.

How do you keep getting into trouble?

-Fatim, with me. -No.

No discussion.

The idiot doesn't understand anything, but I love him.

What?

I love you.

To take care of the bomb before the love affairs?

I take the baby out and come back in.

Protocol. Everybody out.

I'm calling the bomb squad.

You're okay.

They will not come in time!

Pick it up.

Wait.

-Sure there's almond? -Sure.

Unless it's a peanut.

It would look like a peanut.

-Or hazelnut. There's a hazelnut. -Yeah, I guess so.

I like it a lot.

-Miss? -Hello?

Camille, I remember well that you know how to defuse bombs?

Yeah, why?

We have a bomb inside a dead body. You're going to help defuse it.

Yeah, right.

-He hung up on me. -What?

A photo!

Jerome?

What happened?

-Yes? -Show me the bomb.

Eddie can't move. He's going to shut down in five minutes.

We will do it remotely.

Change the angle, I can't see.

-See the box? -Yes.

Open it.

Fatim, a screwdriver.

Regular or crossbred?

-One Torx. -What?

-Torx. Fatim, crossbred. -Okay.

To synchronize.

How much time is left?

-6:06, 6:05, 6:04, 6:03... -6:03, 6:02...

-Okay? -Yes.

I can't find it.

Next to the drill, the one where we remove the plates.

-Fatim! -Olivia changed their position.

Did he change his position? But it was perfect!

-What are you looking for? -The crossbones.

The Torx wrench? Second drawer, next to the bone screws.

-Let's go. -You mean you made a mess of my life?

-What size? -Twenty.

You mean I organized my own institute.

On the contrary. Disrupt my own institute.

You change everything and then we find nothing.

-Don't be silly. -Exactly.

Wait a minute. Today there was no autopsy on the schedule.

But yes, I think he did.

It's a corpse from the hospital.

Balthazar, are you...

-The most... -Thank you. Is that the word you were looking for?

Without my initiative...

You have no respect for the dead.

Would it be better to explode?

-The body would be in the drawer. -And?

-Would we die in an organized office? -Five minutes left!

Eddie, try to calm down.

Poor nutrition, regular cannabis use...

and stress will make your hand shake.

-I'll take your place. -No, I'm not afraid.

Why do you always play the hero? I'm not letting go of the scalpel.

Instead.

I gave you an order. I'm superior.

Technically, not anymore.

-Damn it! -What happened?

I'm shaking.

You should ask your superior.

Do as he says immediately!

Don't let it before I put my hand in.

Calmly, gently.

All right, let it go.

-Fatim? -Last screw.

Very sick!

Who puts a bomb inside a grandmother? Unbelievable!

What?

No, it's not... It's for...

-Who would do such a thing? -I don't know.

-Looks like C4, military explosives. -Military?

What's up, guys?

-I'm done. -Okay.

Gently open the box and show me the inside.

-No blue and red wire! -Exactly!

Damn it!

They always put blue and red wire.

They could have put the same color for difficulty.

As if they want to help us.

You have to cut them.

They're fat, you'll need sharp pliers.

I'll get it.

We may have a little problem...

because someone made a mess my institute.

-It will take some time. -Here. Now?

-Cut the red wire. -No, wait!

-What? -Are you sure, Camille?

-Yes. -You're giving me doubts now.

-You're not sure? -I am! I'm sure!

It's the question I answered wrong on the exam.

Great, now you've reassured us! So, the blue one.

-Do I take off the blue? -No, not the blue!

Sit down. Isn't there a yellow one there?

-Yes. -He does, yes.

Fine, let's all have our say!

Well, we cut them both.

Should we vote?

-Let go of the vices. -And you the nonsense.

-You're not helping like that. -But you don't understand!

You'll tell her you love her and get it over with?

Go ahead.

Eddie and Fatima love each other, but permanently...

-They love each other, though. -Yes.

I love you, Fatima.

-Good. -Good, everything's fine.

What about the bomb?

Oh, great! No more childishness now.

As if you never have a child.

-Will you start too? -I saw you come in...

gassed up in the fancy car.

This car has the best acceleration in the world.

Silence! You, do as Camille says.

And you two with me outside. Now!

You're not okay!

Jerome, how much time is left?

Raph, I don't have a visual. What happened?

You'll be with me soon.

It's all right for you. playing with my corpse.

-Camig? -I'm here, Raph.

I trust you.

-Wear the blue. -Before you said red.

-Before you said red! -I know, I made a mistake.

Okay.

I dropped my pliers.

-What happened? -He dropped the pliers.

If I get away with it, you'll buy me sweets every day.

-Cut the crap. -Good evening.

I promise.

What are you doing?

I dropped my pliers.

What do I cut, blue or red?

-No, don't. I'll call you back. -Wait, Raph!

He hung up.

He's got 20 seconds.

Before he said another. What can I trust?

Blue or red?

-Why did you come back? -Blue or red?

I know what to do. Why did you come back?

What are you waiting for, then?

I can't.

If you can neutralize it, do it immediately.

Okay.

It had a battery for a power supply.

Isn't that silly?

It wasn't done earlier. In the cinema...

they always stop it at the last minute.

You knew all along?

Not from the beginning. I realized it the moment I...

-But... -I'll kill you!

Why did you come back? Are you suicidal?

I would never leave my ship to you.

I'll kill you.

I'll kill him.

Shall I tell you when I realized it? A little while ago!

-You said you'd call back. -The battery died...

You should have said so, then.

I didn't have time. By the time I call back, it's over.

-The sweets? -It's for me.

-He doesn't deserve it, though. -Here.

Well, we need you.

I'm not surprised, but how come you admit it?

I talked to the hospital.

The bodies they sent you were all chosen at random.

Without the sudden strike...

the explosion would have been at the time of the funeral.

The target was the family.

What is the family? Mafiosi, politicians?

No relation. His son Boris is a bookseller.

Bride Hélène is a housewife with three daughters.

They live in the countryside. I didn't find anything.

No cameras in the hospital. Anyone could have put it up.

Fix it, no. The material is military grade.

You want me to analyze the DNA on the body and the bomb to find...

the creator.

-Exactly. -To do this...

first you must I have to rule out family.

-Yes. -So I have to take samples.

And you're coming with me.

-To interrogate them. -That's why, of course!

-Why don't you say it? -What?

That you want to get in my new car.

Well, who do you take me for?

I've been waiting for this car for years. It'll be a while before you drive it.

How much?

-Six months. Minimum. -How long?

-As a passenger? Co-passenger, yes.

-Okay. -Are you forgetting something?

What?

Damn. Jerome?

-What? -Sorry, I'll get it.

Me?

-You. -No way! I don't know anything about babies.

And I can't stand them. I'm coming with you.

But the Cobra is a two-seater!

Okay, go.

He opened his mouth.

That's it, we're done.

Go to your sisters.

It will really help you find the culprit?

Yes.

Comparing DNA will help identify the culprit.

The analysis will come out...

and you'll do the burial tomorrow.

Good. We're going to the US the day after tomorrow.

-The day after tomorrow? Great. -Yes.

He dreamed of this trip.

Good.

-You'll love it. I hope so.

Thank you.

The hospital was not the target or the Institute, but apparently...

-you. -But it's unbelievable!

Who did this?

I don't know.

The explosion was to be at the time of the burial.

Is there someone who has them with you?

-You've been in the army? -My service, 30 years ago.

It is not possible. We never hurt anyone.

There's been a mistake.

-Come on, Eddie. -Hi. We found DNA.

Already?

-So, how's it going? -Great.

Don't give her the magazine to play with.

-What if he swallows a bullet? -If he's careful.

-What did the DNA Eddie found give us? -Yeah, well...

Philippe Miller, explosives expert.

He was fired after the last term. He was held hostage by jihadists for 40 days.

The police have been investigating for three weeks the theft of C4 explosives...

and detonators from his old unit.

-Perfect. Can you send me the rest? -Already done.

Wonderful!

Well, I changed it. Now you...

-I'm coming with you! -Hey, guys, it's not my baby!

I'm not a nanny!

I'm not a nanny!

You see, the evil Camille? You want to play with her magazine?

We stole him from her! Teach her to be mean!

What is the relationship between Miller and Roban?

Except for their nearby homes.

Miller's son died in a car accident two months ago.

-And? -He was 18 years old and drunk.

But the father doesn't believe it.

He says the Robans killed him, because he had a drone...

that he kept throwing in the garden, disturbing them.

Miller says they killed his son for this?

Yeah, but he had no proof. Maybe he took the law into his own hands.

Mr. Miller?

Put down your weapon.

I knew you'd come.

They all deserved it.

You admit that you planted explosives on the body?

They killed Jean.

-My son. -No.

Your son was in an accident.

Put the gun down.

He didn't drink alcohol.

I tried to tell them.

The lawyer, the prosecutor, the police.

We serve you, we obey, we take hits.

And when we need you...

-you are abandoning us. -Put the gun down, Mr. Miller.

Put down your weapon.

Camille!

He climbed up from Moka!

It was the same explosives as the first bomb.

-And? -Miller knew how to find him.

I guess the experience of being held hostage...

left him wounded.

The thought of being imprisoned again drove him mad.

Who was it that...

defused two bombs today? Yes, I did! Thank you.

And I saved your life.

I'm not entitled to sweets two extra months?

-All my life will I buy you sweets? -Yeah, why not?

I don't think so.

You'll end up obese in the end.

One day, I'll talk to you about sports.

We have Miller's confession and the motive.

It turned out that he made the bombs and the case is closed.

Doesn't she seem a little crazy to you? his method?

To put the bomb on the body instead of their house...

isn't that crazy?

Don't you think she's a little crazy as a method? I do.

I think we should immediately to continue the investigation.

You're avoiding your daughter.

No.

Who's coming out of the nest? The bunny...

-Did I get a little carried away? -Little boy.

Everything all right with you? Did you go boom?

Nice joke. Hi, honey.

-Did Uncle Jezier take care of you? -Yes!

Raph, he's not gonna eat you, you know.

It's only two days, you should get busy.

-You're her father. -Her sire.

I provided the sperm, that's all.

And with an incarcerated psychopathic mother, her parents...

will be those who adopt it.

That's better.

Someone is asking for you at the reception.

Do you know a name?

Sylvie Balan, mother of a Victor.

Damn it!

-Where is he? -In the reception.

Come on, hang in there. Where he's going, the day will end.

Why, who's the lady?

My son's foster mother.

Long story.

-I... -How...

I'm sorry.

You say.

Victor saw you on the news.

How did you do that?

Appear like someone else.

Lie to him.

What you did then...

You were young, you had no other choice. But now you are an adult.

Victor trusted you.

I've always wondered...

what it was like.

With whom.

And...

at first I just wanted to...

I didn't mean...

I didn't want to lie to him.

I just needed to know what it was like.

He's the one to tell, not me.

I don't know if I'm capable of...

to talk to him.

Camille.

If you look like Victor, you're capable of anything.

It's organic milk.

From the pastures of Savoie.

You're not hungry, you haven't pooped.

What's your problem?

At your age, no one's in trouble.

Darling?

Give her a hug, she'll calm down.

I can't keep her, Liz.

I can't.

I can't.

Now, listen carefully, Alice. It's very important.

The lady who passed with the very stern look on her face...

which is kind of sexy, she can't know you're here.

Be quiet, or he'll be angry and he's going to get mad and he's going to fight me.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

For a while.

I'll deal with the pieces of the gentleman who exploded.

Okay? I'll be back.

Don't tell her I think she's hot.

"Mussolini" is right.

This is no place for a baby.

I'm not going to get lessons from someone who almost got us killed.

Don't you ever get mad?

Now you're a daddy. You will see what it's like to hurt your child.

Wrong, I forgot. You don't feel anything for her.

We don't necessarily love because of genes.

There is a match with the Robans' DNA in the system.

Who are you?

Behold Leo.

He's at the Mental Hospital in Mo...

nine months now, when he was found wandering.

He wasn't talking, they had no name or identity.

No disappearance that matches. About 12 years old at the Service.

That's terrible! The connection to the bomb?

His DNA has a 50% match with that of Hélène Robin.

And 50% with that of Boris Roban.

-So it's... -their biological son.

-Exactly. -Only they don't have a son.

And they didn't report any disappearances.

They abandoned him?

I don't know. But something is definitely wrong.

It is also certain...

that the Robans are not as perfect parents as they seem.

They are monsters because they abandoned a child?

That's not what I meant.

But imagine.

Did it was what he discovered by Philippe Miller's son?

Did they kill him to protect their secret?

Maybe, but it's gone. The case is closed.

You're right.

We forget it because "the case is closed."

Shall we go to dinner? Which restaurant do you prefer?

-Peruvian... -Okay, you're right.

I the Robans, you the child.

Damn you, Balta! Are you serious?

What are you gonna do, take her with you?

-You still haven't found a nanny? -I did.

The best!

Wait, Raph. Wait.

Are you sure?

Yes. You just have to... You'll be fine.

Why is he looking at me like that?

-Isn't that strange? -It's a baby, darling.

All right, we'll practice.

For when we get a dog.

I had already given birth to three girls, but I didn't notice.

Can you imagine?

Find out you are pregnant at birth?

I was alone in the house. I didn't have time to go to the hospital.

I panicked.

This thing that was coming out of me...

he was like an alien.

12 years ago...

experienced pregnancy denial.

It is a rare defense mechanism.

I left him outside a church.

I wasn't myself.

Does anyone else know?

-Philippe Miller's son? -Nobody.

I'm sorry about what happened to him.

But I didn't hurt him, no matter what Mr. Miller thought.

Please...

don't tell anyone.

The baby?

They found him a family?

How is it?

We named him Leo.

Mental problems and post-traumatic stress.

But we don't know more.

He hasn't said a word.

Do you know where he was before you found him?

No.

Hi, Leo, it's...

Dr. Balthazar.

You'll hardly get close to him.

It took him a long time to trust me.

Yes?

Okay.

Can you get me his file?

Are you playing with the rubber bands?

I like them too. You do a lot of things.

Like magic tricks.

Look.

I have the rubber on two fingers.

I'll pass it on to the other two.

In 1/10th of a second. Ready?

One, two, three.

Good?

Let me show you.

I'll teach you, too.

You put it in your hand...

and here's the secret.

Give me your hand. That's it, that's it. And so I can...

Let me see your hands. Hang up.

Well done.

Ready for the trick.

Do one, two... and open.

Yes!

Oh, great!

Let me see your eyes.

Okay, I'm sorry.

-The medical file. -Thank you.

Well, that's okay.

The x-ray...

It's not possible!

We continue.

Leo, look.

A hair of mine.

Can I have one of yours?

Thank you.

With a pocket, perfect. Here.

I'll be back, Leo.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Hello, Leo.

The story of Leo is tragic but irrelevant to the case.

Not at all irrelevant.

It is the key to the case.

The cornerstone the catalyst, the spark.

The tip of the iceberg.

Tell me what...

See here?

-A frightened child. -Yes.

But he is not a child.

Leo has the height and weight of a child.

But the age of the bones does not match.

The left palm has closed epiphyseal plates.

This corresponds to a person at least 19 years old.

Likewise, the sternal end of the clavicle...

shows stage 4.

Leo is older than 19 years old, not 12.

Why would he say that she abandoned him 12 years ago?

We probably have...

by a hair...

the answer.

If we swallow something toxic, it enters the bloodstream...

Retrieved from to the capillary follicles.

The hair accumulates all the toxic...

from all the places we pass.

An ideal matrix for toxicology.

Because one centimeter of thumb...

corresponds to approximately one month of life.

I analyzed one of Leo's hairs...

to find out where he was a year ago.

It had a high concentration of lead.

Therefore, he was in a place with paint before 1915.

I also found traces of neonicotinoids.

Where is it?

Herbicides for farmers, banned from 2018.

The Robans live on a farm.

With an old barn.

Sure the paint inside is very old.

I also studied Leo's medical history.

Delay in speech...

behavioural problems with evidence of autism...

possible rickets due to vitamin D deficiency...

due to lack of sun exposure, severe malnutrition;

All symptoms of long-term incarceration.

In a closed and confined space, with minimal possibility of movement.

Do you understand?

She did not abandon him.

In short, you're telling me...

that Hélène had him isolated on the farm since he was born.

-And Leo was able to escape. -Exactly.

That's what he had discovered the son of Miller.

And that's why the Robans killed him.

Just one more thing, I won't be long.

-We have a concert to go to. -Quiet, just calm down.

Still here?

Good that you are dedicated to the job...

It's unbelievable how stubborn it is. And you're helping him.

-We have no choice. -Yes.

Let me take over.

I have three at home, one more...

Hooray!

His house keys, in case they're needed.

Thank you very much for what you do.

-It's perfect, like a family... -Get out before I regret it.

What a good girl!

Yes.

To be charged before they leave for the United States...

we find the evidence and we leave.

We're committing a home invasion.

Easy! They probably won't come back from the United States.

And they will never start an investigation without evidence.

Tomorrow you're taking your daughter to Child Services?

Yes.

Are you sure?

Yes.

I can't keep her.

-I am not the right... -I don't want to talk about it.

Let's go.

You can't just delete it.

It will haunt you all your life.

You'll always wonder where he is...

what he's doing, what he's done.

You'll see someone her age and you'll say it's her.

And if ever...

you want to make amends...

you'll know it's too late.

I don't want to discuss it.

Okay.

Here.

Do you think his sisters knew about it?

Damn it!

What's the matter? Why are you barking? What did you see?

Come on.

Get in. Hurry up.

Damn it!

Calm down.

We'll get you out.

Must be Leo's brothers.

Calling for backup.

What's going on here?

If you want to eat, cut the noise!

Here.

I'm tired of cleaning your filth.

As for you, another time think twice before you run away.

Take a good look at him, let him be a lesson to you.

You guys back there. Get out.

Hello.

Put the gun down.

Maurice, what are we gonna do?

I don't know.

Emily, take the gun. Don't move.

That's my girl.

-What are you doing? -Emily, what are you doing?

-Why did you kill Jean? -Take it, be happy.

Jean kept throwing the drones in the garden.

He was good. We talked in secret.

He saw the cages and how the boys lived.

He was going to talk to the police and that's why they killed him.

Emily, my dear...

You don't know what men are capable of.

I know.

I was raped 20 years ago. I would have died without your father.

They don't deserve to live. They should be imprisoned...

learn to control their impulses.

He just wanted to help me and to help them.

Put the gun down!

Stop it! Don't move!

Thanks to you, your brothers are free.

Honey, watch out for the men. They're capable of anything!

Emily, why did you do that?

Emily!

-Well? -Emily!

Emily and Jean were in love. She talked to Muller...

to avenge and free her brothers.

I also have a favor to ask of you.

The owner needs my apartment and...

Wait a minute.

He wants your awful apartment? Is he crazy?

Maybe, but I'm in trouble.

Maybe you can accommodate me until I find something?

You mean stay at my house?

Yes.

Great idea!

It's gonna be the craziest roommate thing ever!

I'll have space, since I'm giving Alice away today, so...

Damn it, I forgot Alice!

You understand I hope that the Institute is not a kindergarten.

Are you all right?

You look upset.

I'm fine.

I wish I hadn't seen what I saw today.

Parents who torture their children.

I want her family to take care of her.

-I don't think it's a good idea. -Take it.

But you...

All this is not...

This is not...

Then we'll...

I have to go.

Get what you want from the fridge and then I'll...

Think it over.

Surely it is the best solution?

I want him to grow up away...

from her mother, me and my brother.

If your name is Balthazar, it's not the best gift.

Well.

This is where we part ways. We'll be better off apart.

Are you sure?

And if it's the worst kind of stupidity of your life?

Thank you.

All clear.

You may go.

We'll take over.

I'm here, it's okay. I won't leave you.