All language subtitles for Bright Minds 1X01 pilot english

Sorry sir, but for
withdrawals over 8000 euros

you need to ask in advance

8000 euros, now.

One moment.

Hello, Mr. Lenoir
I'm sorry, Mrs. Couton is new.

You wanted to do a withdrawal,
is that right?

8000 euros, now.

Very well, Mr. Lenoir.

Goodbye, Mr. Lenoir

Miss?

Yes?

I don't usually do this but,
I think you're lovely.

Wanna get a coffee?

Yes.

I have one minute.
Then I will be late.

But I avoid coffee,
you should as well.

Roasting creates acrylamide,

a substance WHO classifies
as carcinogenic.

Woah, you talk like a book.

Books don't talk.

30 seconds.

You're funny.

Do you have a number?

Number?

Your phone number?
What's your deal?

0658894222

But the chance of me picking up is small

because I never pick up
unregistered numbers.

There, done.

Good day, sir.

Hey, wait. I didn't write it.

You thought she'd give you her number?
Sir!

She called him sir!

She called you sir!

Did she called you anything?

Lionel Lenoir killed himself.

Why don't you get me on traffic duty too?

There's an investigation when
the death is suspicious.

A man setting himself on fire with gasoline
is a suspicious death.

But it's a suicide!

You could send someone else!
That's harsh.

He was inventive. He could have
thrown himself under the metro.

You know what I mean.
Listen, Coste.

Try to behave and I may be
able to get you out of trouble.

Next time, think before messing up.

I was this close to catching this guy.

That guy was from the European Parliament!

Custody without notice,
a public arrest at the Department.

Hell, Raphaëlle!
Did you think that was ok?

If I'd found what I was after,
then it would have. But you didn't.

I'm not done! Yes, you are.

Your report on my desk.

Tomorrow morning.

Go!

Can we see the victim better
on other videos?

No, CCTV covers parking spots,
not pedestrian areas.

I can tell you he was alone parking his car
and coming back.

You can check.

That's you?

Yeah, I saw everything on the screens.

I went as fast as I could,
but it was too late.

Nothing is ever what it seems.

What do you mean?

A guy like him. Good suit, good car. Who could
have thought he'd do something like that.

Transfer the footage
to the criminal police?

Can't tell me I didn't do my job.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Is that Mrs. Lenoir?

Yes.

Can I?

Hello, Mrs. Lenoir.

I'm Commander Coste.

I'm sorry about your husband.

Very professional, as usual.

Well, seems to calm her down.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Everything was fine.

Our son is getting married this summer.

Lionel loves his daughter-in-law.

He had plans for his clinic.

I don't understand.

Did he do anything suspicious lately?

Changed his behavior?

No. Everything was fine.

We spent Sunday looking at ads.

We were looking for a
pied-à-terre by the sea.

Well... There's something but...

No, it's nothing. It's stupid.

Tell me?

He withdrew money.
A lot of money.

Hey, didn't you investigate the death
of a guy in a hotel room 2 years ago?

Uh... Yes, at Hôtel de Dunkerque,
near Gare du Nord.

Denis Nedry.
A doctor who cut his veins in his bath.

Found by the housekeeper,
in a pool of his own blood.

Like David's Death of Marat.

You sure it was a suicide?
Not really.

I closed the case because
I was working on something else.

Do you want a coffee?

Of course I checked.

It was locked from inside.

And no one came into the room
until the body was found.

I checked on the hotel CCTV.

Something about money
withdrawal too, right? Yes.

He withdrew 5000 euros
in cash the day before.

It vanished.

It didn't seem that strange to you?

Really?

Look...

My suicide withdrew 8000 euros
before pulling a Joan of Arc.

And we didn't find a cent. So there's
some similarity between the cases, right?

Be careful, Raph. What?

You'll make enemies again.

When you hear hoofbeats,

there's more chance of them
being horses than zebras.

Please spare me quotes from Dr. House.
I'm not in the mood.

No, Dr. Theodore Woodward told that to his
students at University of Maryland in the 40s.

Don't know him.

Anyway, if there's stripes to be found
you can count on me to find them.

Yeah, I trust you.

And uh... who's Dr. House?

Hello. Thanks.

Hello.
The files you asked for, Commander.

Oh! I didn't think there'd be that many.

The 983 official reports of the procedure.

Alright...

Alain Grant?

Wait! There's been a mistake!

Miss?

Another doctor who committed suicide.

Sorry.
I was handed a file I didn't ask for.

Sorry, Commander.
We'll take it back.

No, I didn't ask for it but
I'd like to take it.

If you didn't ask,
you need to put in a request, Ma'am.

Criminal Documentation is a
police department, not a library.

Ah, well, I'm police.

I know. But it's not about that.

There are procedures.

Wait! Could I speak to the girl
who brought me the file, at least?

That's not a good idea.

Miss Astrid Nielsen.

How many times do I need to tell you
to bring only what people ask for?

Put this where it belongs
and stop being so original.

Astrid, right?

Don't be scared!

I'm not scared.
I know who you are.

You're a police detective.
I have no logical reason to be scared.

- I just wanted to see-
I ask that you don't touch anything

because here rules a complex order
incompatible with your untidiness.

Thank you.

Alright...

My reputation followed me to the Doc.
Martineau told you that?

No, it's not Martineau.

It's your reports. They're always
strangely structured and full of errors.

I have a hard time making
sense of your cases.

You know a lot of my cases?

In July of 2016, you investigated
the murder in Bois de Boulogne.

From March to August 2017, the Lebrac case,

the next 4 months, the
robbery of the Louvres,

- and recently you put a European
deputy in custody for-- Yes, OK.

- I get it, thanks.
- I'm not done.

I asked for the file on Denis Nedry's suicide
and you gave me one on Alain Grant too.

Why?

He was a child psychiatrist,
found hanged in his office.

I know the case.

Yes, well, all of France knows about it.

The press talked about
it non-stop for weeks.

No break in but 7000 euros gone.

I wouldn't have made the connection but now we can't
ignore the similarity between the other two cases.

Three cases.

- The file, not on the table.
- Yes, sorry.

I'm investigating a suicide.

A guy who set himself on fire in a parking
lot this morning, in the middle of downtown.

A doctor, like Nedry and Grant,

and each time, money that
disappears without filed complaints.

Grant's file came out on its own when I saw you
asked for the file on the suicide at the hotel.

- There is a body of consistent evidence between both cases.
- Oh, why?

What is this?

You can't be here.
Get out before I call security.

- Oh, security?
- Yes, security.

And you... I'll write a note.

I know the director loves you
but it won't always save you, Miss Nielsen.

Commander.

Hey, you shouldn't let
him talk to you like that.

You probably found something that
the best cops of the city missed!

- Commander!
- Yes, coming...

You always have another umbrella.

Always.

If it rains, and the
first one doesn't work.

You never know.

Laplace came to see me.

What did you tell this cop?

- There is a body of consistent evidence.
- Consistent?

- Between both cases.
- Yes, I know.

But you can't go through these files.
They're criminal cases.

You'll get in trouble one day.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
I'm just worried about you.

You don't always know your limits.

Don't forget what happened last time.

I had a panic attack on the street.

You need to take care of yourself.

She works on investigations
but you're in Documentation.

She's not like the others.

Astrid, your father asked
me to take care of you.

I won't break my word.

I know what you're going to say. But I can't
stop thinking all the cases are connected.

You're pursuing a weak trail again.

There's real similarity between the cases.

Lenoir, Nedry and Grant.
3 doctors committing suicide for no reason

and money disappearing.

It's like the victims
acted under influence.

First I was thinking of...

something toxicological,

a kind of GHB

but all the coroner's reports are negative.

- Maybe hypnosis
- Why not witchcraft while you're at it?

Yes?

Raphaëlle?

Yes?

Your son's school called.

- Is there a problem?
- No, don't worry.

You just forgot to pick him up.

- Where's Théo?
- Mrs. Coste,

- We called the father, he's leaving.
- What?

I had an issue at work again.

- Mrs. Coste, we-
- No, I swear...

- It's the last time, I swear!
- Mrs. Coste, please.

Hey! Using your phone while driving,
that's 6 points.

You look very busy so
maybe he should stay with me tonight.

Raphaëlle, you lost custody!

And you're late when you have it.
Unbelievable!

I didn't choose this, remember?

This is not over.

- How are you?
- I'm fine.

You have a lot to tell me, I'm sure?
Come on.

- Love you, dad.
- Love you, son.

Alright!

I am blue, she is red.

Hello?

Commander Coste.

I need to see you,
I have information for you.

Who are you?

It is Astrid Niestel... Nielsen.
I have information.

About what? About the two cases.

When?
I will come see you at the precinct.

I will come see you at the precinct.

I- I am blue.

Hello?

Hello?

I'll beat you so hard on War of Craft.

- LOL.
- LOL?

When did you start saying LOL?
Hold on.

Ah! Wait, wait.

Ah, shit! Théo, help me please.

Yeah?

Who's this?

If this is a joke, it's not funny.
Who is it?

Oh, fuck!

Yeah.

She said "yeah".

She said "yeah",
I don't have "yeah".

What was I saying?

You were saying...

You were gonna beat me at Warcrash.

But we're doing homework first, OK?

OK...

Homework first, you're right.

Astrid? What are you doing here?

I came to see you.

You're freezing.
Have you been waiting long?

45 minutes.

The shift schedule indicates
that you should have

begun your shift at 7:30.
It's 8:15.

The shift schedule is kind of informal.
If it's informal, it's useless.

Right.

Come get warmed up.

Yes?

- Entrance is this way.
- Ah.

Here.

It's kind of gross, but it'll warm you up.

I avoid drinking coffee.

You should as well.
Roasting creates acrylamide,

a substance WHO classifies
as carcinogenic.

Your desk is very disorganized.

Oh, it's actually pretty tidy.

There is a body of consistent
evidence between both cases

that shows that the common denominator
between the suicide at the hotel

and the Grant's case is toxicological.

I thought about it.

But I went through all the forensic
reports, the victims were clean.

The autopsy performed in
the suicide case was very basic.

And for the Grant's case, the results
could have been distorted by the M. O.

But, there is a body of consistent evidence

showing that in both cases,
the same psychotropic agent was used.

- A mix of scopolamine and atropine
- Oh, hold on!

- Scopomatine and what?
- Scopolamine.

And atropine.

- Iamine.
- Lamine.

They can be used for criminal purpose.

You saw all that just looking at the files?

There is a body of consistent evidence
between the cases.

Come on, we need to check something.

You're not coming?

You did not tell me where we were going.

I like knowing where I
am going before leaving.

I may not have the right equipment.

It is important to have the
right equipment, always.

Maybe I do not want to go.
Maybe I do not have time.

I just wanted to check
if your thing about...

- Scopolamine.
- Yes, scopolamine.

We don't have anything
in the first files, but...

We have a fresh victim.

So I'm taking you to
the forensic institute.

- Ah.
- Yes.

In this case I-
I do not have time.

I need to go to the Criminal Documentation.

I am working. I cannot be late.

Come on, Astrid.

You've been scanning
forensic reports for years.

- It has been 9 years, 11 months and 2 days.
- OK.

And you're gonna miss out on an autopsy?

It was not planned.

Oh, well, I'm sorry.
Next time I'll do a written request.

Oh yes. A written request.
That is good.

I knew you'd like that.
Let's go.

Seems that blue is missing...

Doc?

We need to get my
suicide out of the fridge.

Lionel Lenoir, from the parking lot.

Uh, hello Commander Coste and?

Uh, Astrid Nielsen, from Criminal
Documentation. She's with me.

Alright.

We have good reasons to think our guy was poisoned
with scopolamine before he set himself on fire.

Oh, that's not possible.

I did all the tests, there's
no trace of scopolamine,

or anything else unusual.

You may not know that scopolamine attaches
itself to the acetylcholine receptors

directly in the central nervous system.

So it does not show in the blood after
less than an hour. 30 minutes in urine.

So, to recap. You show up unexpectedly,
you tell me to pull a body out...

- And she starts spouting a theory
that can't be confirmed - You are wrong.

It can absolutely be confirmed
if you check his respiratory tract.

The drug is mostly
transmitted through inhalation.

If the active ingredient
disappears quickly from the blood,

the substrate will remain
in the respiratory tract.

- The substrate is the support molecule-
- I know perfectly what it is, thank you.

You are welcome.

Did you, uh...
take samples on the respiratory tract?

No, I only did a routine check.
It was a suicide.

Do you mind if we check, Doc?

- There is a stain on your coat.
- Yeah, well OK, let's go.

Let's do it.

Let's go. Come on.

The security agent put out the fire in time.
Lenoir's respiratory tract stayed intact.

There was 17 mg of scopolamine inside.

It's more than enough.

We're dealing with a GHB-like drug.

But unlike the date rape drug,

the victim remains conscious.

It's like they're deprived of their will.

- They become a kind of...
- Of zombie.

Why are they laughing?

Laugh all you want.
But that's the word the DA used last time.

Last time?

Miss Nielsen drew our
attention to a similar case.

We arrested 3 guys who stole nearly
10000 euros from seniors in 2015.

Correct, I worked on that case.

The elderly didn't remember a thing.

But the ATM cameras caught them emptying their
account and giving everything to their aggressors.

And how on earth did you make the connection to scopolamine?
Because there was nothing in the forensic files.

So? Am I wrong?

Nothing to say, Miss Nielsen?

You're not answering?
Can you even hear me?

I don't think she can hear me.

Miss Nielsen is here as
a criminal documentalist.

If you have questions, Fournier,
I'm the one you should ask them to.

No, I'm just saying there's no tangible
evidence proving both victims took scopolamine.

He's right, Coste.
There's no proof connecting the two cases.

We can't open an investigation just like
that. The judge will laugh in our faces.

Astrid!

There is a body of consistent evidence.

- Astrid!
- A body of consistent evidence.

Don't let Fournier intimidate you.

You questioned his Hippocratic Oath,
he just didn't take it well.

A body of consistent evidence.

You're good.

I want to go back to the
Criminal Documentation.

It is 12:10, my shift started at 10:30.
I am 1h45 late. I cannot be late.

- OK, I'll drop you off.
- No, I will get back on my own.

I am 100 minutes late. I cannot be late.

Goodbye. Thank you.

Who's that girl exactly?

Well, she knows her stuff.

A bit too well, right?

Did Coste stop and assess
before diving in head first?

Coste? Assess?

Hey guys, you're awfully comfortable
talking about her since she left.

OK, Martineau. Try digging
into this girl, but do it quietly.

Everyone else, stay on your current cases.

Let's wait before we
put that on top of the pile.

So...

Illegal practice of medicine,

possession of live animals
without sanitary certificate.

Well, that's gonna cost you this time.

Next time you'll think twice
before doing your thing.

- OK, Lebrac, I'm taking over.
- It's fine, Commander, I'm on it.

That's an order, Lieutenant. I'm
taking over. Go bother someone else.

Please, ma'am.

50 million people practice Haitian voodoo.

It's more than "a thing".

It's bullshit.

Sorry?

This report. It's bullshit.

I'll make sure no one bothers you.

And I'll give you the name of someone at the
Health Department that owes me, they'll help you.

In return for.. for what?

Nothing.

Because your arrest is unfair.

However...

If you practice voodoo,
maybe you can help me.

Do you know anything about zombies?

Do you want to zombify...

A coworker?

You have the right person.

Don't tempt me.

Come, there's a café on the corner.
It'll be more quiet.

Have a nice day, Lebrac.

Yes?

That girl is weird.

Mrs. Nielsen?

- Yes?
- Follow me, please.

- Why?
- We have some questions for you.

I- I do not have my things.

- I do not have my things.
- We'll get them.

No touching.

Yeah, right, no touching.
Come on, let's go.

Hey, Raph...

I have something interesting
on our special GHB.

Do you have a minute?

Listen, don't get upset...

What's going on?

Martineau found elements linking your
friend from the Doc to Lenoir's suicide.

She went to the parking lot
a few hours after it happened.

- What does that mean?
- She's on the CCTV.

They went to arrest her.
They're in the interview room.

- Oh, you're kidding me. Shit!
- No, Raph, wait.

Mrs. Nielsen, what were
you doing at the crime scene?

Mrs. Nielsen, not talking
isn't helping your case.

Say something, Mrs. Nielsen!

Why won't you talk, Mrs. Nielsen?

You have something to hide?

Mrs. Nielsen.

You don't arrest someone for being at
a crime scene that's a public parking lot.

- This is nonsense!
- That's not why she's here.

We arrested her because she knew
the victim of the first case, Alain Grant.

- She didn't tell you that.
- You didn't let me finish.

He was her psychiatrist as a child.

He almost put her on antipsychotics after he
diagnosed her as schizophrenic when she was 12.

It's a motive, Raph.

Commissioner?

The Director of the Criminal
Documentation is here.

Mr. Gaillard. Miss Nielsen's guardian.

Where is she?

Confined with strangers...

You don't realize.

Astrid is autistic.

Mrs. Nielsen, what were
you doing in that parking lot?

Woo-oh, Mrs. Nielsen!

Why won't you talk, Mrs. Nielsen?

You have something to hide?

Just give me sign.
Can you hear me?

Say something, Astrid.

Say something, damn it.

Mr. Nielsen...

You need to reconsider
placing Astrid in an institution.

She's getting better at talking.

I don't know why she persists
on keeping silent with you but...

- She's making progress.
- I'm saying this in both of your interests.

Your job is dangerous.

I'm a cop, not a soldier in Iraq.

Mr. Nielsen, you need
to get used to the fact that

your daughter will never be autonomous.

No. Of course she will be.

I can see her at home,

I can see the progress.
I'm with her everyday.

That guy's an asshole.

Why won't you talk in front of him?

- Petals.
- What?

35 petals.

You were looking at the flower?

Last week, it had 32 petals.

You like flowers, sweetie?

Maybe we could get some at home.

- I know since your mother left-
- 35 petals.

Astrid, no! What are you doing?

I- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault, sweetie.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left these out.

Who's "we"?

What was that, honey?

In the official reports, it says...

"We observe". Who is "we"?

The official reports on crime scenes
are always in first person plural.

Why?

Official reports are formal.

Do you understand?
They're not trivial documents.

When I write that, I'm
talking for the institution.

Astrid had a real exchange.

It had never happened to her.

She started asking him questions about
what she read in the crime scene report,

on the body's disposition,

- blood stains.
- Isn't that a bit morbid?

Not at all. It was technical.

From the start, Astrid understood
the forensic aspect of the report.

From that point on...

Her father brought her
files from the precinct.

They talked about forensics for hours.

Astrid became insatiable.

Forensics are not only Astrid's gift,

it's probably what saved her.

It's what helped her
get out of her solitude.

That's how she ended up with you?

At the Criminal Documentation?

I knew Nielsen very well.

He was a friend.

He asked me if she could do an internship.

Criminal Documentation
is an autistic paradise.

She's been there for 10 years now.

She scans procedure files,
and by being around them,

she retains details.

No wonder she remembered
elements of her psychiatrist's file.

That doesn't make her guilty.

I'm really sorry.

She's in custody, she's involved in
a homicide. There's nothing I can do.

You don't understand, she
can't talk in a situation like this.

That's why she wasn't talking to Grant.

Commissioner...

Let me talk to her.

In private.

I can't Coste. You know that.

Mr. Gaillard is right.
She won't talk in these conditions.

Let me try something.

Give me 10 minutes.

You have 5.

Thank you.

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.

Here you go, it's room 63.

- I'll leave you to it.
- Superstitious?

I haven't been inside the
room since the body was found.

People dying in hotels is one thing,
it's part of the job, but...

A guy in a bathtub filled with blood...

Ok, what are we looking for, exactly?

It was 2 years ago.

An orchid.

A cattleya.

- The murderer's signature.
- Maybe it's a coincidence.

It's a hotel. It's a frame. It's ugly.

- Room 30 needs to be cleaned.
- Yeah.

Ladies?

Commander Coste, criminal police.

- It's for the suicide again?
- You're the one who found the body?

- It was me.
- Hm, I remember you.

So it's your statement I read in the file?

Forgive my colleague.
We don't like to talk about it, here.

Apparently, there was a lot of blood.

Of course. Can I borrow your key?
We need to check something in the rooms.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

It's a frame. It's ugly.
But it's not a flower.

Only the victim's room has
a frame with a flower in it.

- I don't understand how I could have missed that.
- Because you had no reason to look.

Even the hotel staff didn't notice.

Alright, let's go.

Cumbia Latina.

It's a restaurant that doubles as a shop,
in the 9th arrondissement.

Specialized in products from Colombia.

It's Astrid, the girl from the Doc.

- There's only one word.
- What is it?

Colombia.

I've always loved coming to the Doc, it's the
memory of the police. And through the police,

of society and the evolution of customs.

It's a real History book.

The other day, I came across
the file of the Landru case. Yeah.

- The Landru case...
- Yeah.

Landru... Something about narcotics.

Oh, you're joking.

I am really not good at
making jokes, believe me.

A clue.

The Landru case...

- 11 women killed, dismembered and cooked on the stove, in the early 20th century.
- Ah.

- Ah. So you know.
- Early 20th century. I do not know this case, it must be in the archives.

Criminal Documentation keeps files for
40 years, then some are pulped, and those

that have an historical
value are kept in the archives.

But Landru. Landru! Even if you
don't know the story inside out,

you should know about the
Landru case. Surely you do!

Space is not infinite in our memory.

You cannot hoard useless matters, or you
will not have space for important matters.

Well, damn.

I see!

Oh, woah!

I have an entirely visual thinking.

To think on an abstract concept,
I need to give it a physical reality.

Likewise, if I need to remember
something abstract in a file,

I need to visualize
myself... reading that file.

Okay.

- Explain it to me?
- Yes!

I started with the plant.

The orchid, the cattleya trianae.

This variety is a symbol of
Colombia, and it fits with scopolamine,

which is called burundanga in Colombia.

Looking at the pictures of Dr. Alain
Grant's crime scenes, I found this...

On the bookshelf. A travel guide.

On Colombia.

Obviously, for the man
who self-immolated, it's-

it's more complicated because his file
is not at the Criminal Documentation yet.

- And it's gonna be poorly written since I'm the one in charge.
- Precisely.

But I managed to find another
case where Lenoir's name surfaced.

A doping case, in which he was questioned.

And for which he had to
give his medical record.

He used a treatment for malaria recommended by
the WHO for every country classified as high-risk.

- Like Colombia.
- Like Colombia, precisely.

Lastly, for the hotel suicide, Denis Nedry, I thought
it would be easier because he has a Facebook account.

But, he did not post any photos
officially taken in Colombia.

But look at this photo.
There, look.

In the background, see
here? There is a control tower.

And this building with 70s architecture
and brushed aluminum facade,

It is Bogota's airport, without a doubt.
In Colombia.

Must have spent forever on this.

On this exact issue, 2
hours and 17 minutes.

To summarize, I was able to find that the
common denominator between the three cases,

is that they all traveled to Colombia.

- Well, I'm impressed, really.
- We are only half done.

Because now we need to find out if
they stayed in Colombia at the same time.

Oh well, that's easy.

We only need to get in touch with the victims' families
and look at the bank statements from that time.

- Ok, come with me to the office. 5 minutes and it's done.
- No, it will not take 5 minutes.

Don't you want to confirm your theory?

And then I'll let you get back to work.

- Alright.
- Yeah?

Let's go.

- No, it is this way.
- Right! Right...

You need to understand, Mr. Malcolm. Once we established
that the victims were in Colombia at the same time,

it wasn't hard to make the
connection with your lab.

Plane tickets, hotel rooms.
Everything was under your lab's name.

From October 20-262014, our three victims got
the same gift from Nosicare. A trip to Colombia.

Hold on, what gift?

Our company is very scrupulous
about what the law allows in this matter.

We organize conventions, not holidays.

- Semantics.
- It's more than semantics.

These conventions allow for discussions
on the latest medical innovations.

These events are real
progress for research.

In any case, 3 doctors who attended the convention
in Colombia have been murdered since then.

Did anything unusual
happened during this trip?

An incident that could
explain this massacre?

You know, I've been planning
events for this lab for 8 years,

I must have organized thousands
of events like this around the world.

It's hard to remember everything.

We need a full list of all the attendees.

I'm sorry, it's confidential data.

Without a proper warrant,

I must deny your request.

Sylvie Lassart, infraction: complaint

Sylvie Lassart.

- Sorry, we should not interrupt people when they are speaking.
- No, please Astrid. Go ahead.

I knew your name was familiar.

I saw it in a file. A rape complaint filed 2 years
ago. A complaint that was withdrawn like the other two.

The other two? Woah.

Must have cost you a fortune to
buy the silence of all these people.

- Wait, what are we talking about here?
- Three rape complaints.

Your employers would love to learn that their event
director's behavior doesn't fit with their image.

These complaints were completely unfounded.

Well, I'll contact the victims and

encourage them to share their views on
things. You know how it is with social media.

Hard to know the truth.

- Have a nice day, Mr. Malcolm. Astrid, let's go?
- Wait!

I didn't think we'd get the 104
names from the convention so fast.

- What we just did Commander, that was extortion, right?
- Absolutely!

And it's thanks to you. You really
need to tell me how you do that.

- I'll take you for a drink.
- What for?

Well, uh... To talk!
Get to know each other.

But I know who you are.
You-You are Commander Raphaëlle Coste.

No, what I mean to say is, get a drink,
talk about nothing and everything.

No, I don't know. Talking about
everything is technically impossible and

talking about nothing
means not talking at all.

I want to go back to
Criminal Documentation.

- Oh, wait!
- No!

It is too hard.

It is too much energy. Being with you
requires constant effort, every single moment.

Are you kidding me? I always need
to walk on eggshells around you.

I though it was possible. It's not
possible, it can't work. I am not capable.

You are too unpredictable.

I understand now why you
did not get custody of your son.

Do you ever look people in the eye?

Because that's what you
do when you insult them.

Go back to your bubble, and stay there.

I- I'm here!

Wait, when?

Well, it's three months away.

Ok, then. Let's do that. Thank you, bye...

Your new friend's not here?

- You gonna finish that?
- Go for it.

- So? Catch anything?
- Yeah, I did okay.

It's confirmed. We know the
connection between all the victims.

They went to a Nosicare
convention in Colombia.

- And I have the list of all attendees.
- Nice!

- So, we can assume there's a potential victim in there?
- Or a perpetrator.

What are you going to do?

We need to call them one by one.

- Gotta be methodical, there's 104 of them.
- 104?

No, Raph, don't look at me. No.

Come on!

- No! I'm telling you, no! And-no.
- Who else can I ask here?

And doctors! They're the most
unreachable people on the planet.

I just got my ophthalmologist.
He put me on hold for 15 minutes.

I can't with Vivaldi's
Four Seasons, you know?

- Thanks!
- Ok, methodical. I'm starting at the bottom.

Nine dots, with only fours lines...

This thing's impossible.

What did you get?

Classical.

Romantic.

Waltz of the Flowers, Tchaikovsky.

- And what did you get?
- I don't know.

Johnny Cash.

Must be a progressive doctor.

Medical clinic here...

Hello Miss. May I speak
with Dr. Thierry Rex, please?

I'm sorry, the doctor is doing a
consultation. Can I take a message?

It's Commander Coste,
from the criminal police.

Dr. Rex might be in mortal danger.

Uh... I'm putting you through.

It'll be quick.

Hmm, alright.

How many were you on the boat?

Alright, thank you Doctor, uh... Mosson.

I'll contact you if necessary.

- Hey, they're all a bit tight-lipped, no?
- Not surprising.

Cartagena isn't exactly
famous for its cultural attractions.

Prostitution is legal
there, and if you ask me,

the discreet promise behind
the Nosicare convention was...

Come without your wife, you can have fun. No need for
a sandwich when there's an all you-can-eat buffet.

Some participants told me they
had to register with a Nosicare guy

for any off-the-books activity.

- Yann Malcolm.
- Quite possibly since he's the one who supervised the trips.

And he gave me the list of
attendees pretty grudgingly.

It's not on the company's
network we need to look.

It's on his personal computer.

- It'll take forever to get a warrant.
- Who said anything about a warrant?

Raph!

- Your shoes.
- Ah.

Thanks.

I know someone who'd love to see that.

Uh, I'm sorry. I offered
you juice but I'm out.

Oh, no problem. I'm good.

So, if I understand correctly...

The goal would be to remotely
get inside Yann Malcolm's computer

to search for a possible file he might
have deleted at least 5 years ago.

That's right, William.

What is it?

Uh...

What's wrong?

- It's technically impossible.
- I thought so.

It's technically impossible so
that makes it terribly exciting.

Oh!

There's something you should know.

Yann Malcolm could find out someone tried to access his network
remotely. Maybe he installed an alert notification software.

- It's a risk I'm willing to take.
- Awesome!

- Oh, I need to call my son.
- Oh, yes?

Yes, it's automatic. We call each other at
8:12 every night when we're not together.

- A kind of ritual.
- I'm familiar.

Of course.

Hello, honey?

I've got it. I-I've got it!

Sorry, I-I'm sorry, I-

- I fell asleep, I-
- No, don't apologize, no.

Lack of sleep leads to higher damage
to the cells of the cerebral cortex

through a mechanism of oxidative stress.

Thank you, I'm good.

- I had a stupid dream.
- Dreams accelerate brain maturation,

by simulating reality.

Dreams are to life what
flight simulators are to flying.

A way to train without any danger.

- Coffee?
- Yes, gladly.

- Sorry, I have as much coffee as I have orange juice. Water?
- Yes, good. Thank you.

Tell me, when you do sleep?

Rarely at night.

Here, I have what you wanted.

Oh, great!

So, what does it say?

Lenoir,

Nedry, and Grant

registered for a sea excursion on October 25,
2014. The day before the Nosicare convention ended.

They were only three?

No, look closely. Supervisor.

Y. M.

Yann Malcolm!

- 2 seconds, I need to make a call!
- Yes, go ahead.

Nico? It's Raph. Get this!

I got confirmation that Lenoir,
Nedry, and Grant went on a sea trip.

And their supervisor was Yann Malcolm.

All three are dead, except him.

Nico...

I think we have our culprit.

But we need to hurry.

My friend told me Malcolm
has an alerting system.

- He should be pretty surprised when he wakes up.
- "My friend".

We have to get him first thing
in the morning at his place.

Okay.

Great! Awesome! I don't know how
to thank you. Thank you so much!

- Thank you!
- You-You're welcome.

- I'll call you?
- Yes, yes, of-of course.

"My friend".

No, no. It's getting too tough for me.

But if you could tell Hélène…

No, she's not with me, she's
with her mother in Brittany.

Don't go into detail, ok?

Just tell her I'll write
soon to explain everything.

No, no, I'd rather not tell you.

Anyways, I'll have to lay low for a while.

Dammit.

Hello, sir.

Hello.

No, it was nothing. It
was the cleaning lady.

Alright...

See you later, buddy.

And thank you again.

He's on the 3rd floor, where's the team?

- They're 5-10 minutes out. 6-Damn. We
don't have time, it's too risky. Let's go.

Shit. A cattleya.

- Fuck.

Mr. Malcolm? Mr. Malcolm,
it's Commander Coste!

We know each other, remember?

We can help you.

We're going to talk...
Calmly, okay?

Don't move!

Commander Coste, criminal police.

A man is about to throw
himself out a window.

There you go. Stay calm. Don't move, okay?

We can help you, okay?

We're going to fix this, okay?

Hurry. Send help.

69, Rue Chabrol.

Okay... easy.

Easy. Easy!

No!

Shit.

He's still breathing!

- You look like hell.
- Ligier keeps hitting a wall at Malcolm's.

No signs of forced entry or
struggle. And on top of that,

I just lost my main suspect.

Come, I have something to cheer you up.

- You know I don't drink at work, Commissioner.
- Better than that, Raphaëlle.

Raphaëlle? When you call
me Raphaëlle, something's up.

Come.

Mister European Deputy in person.

- This time, I swear, I had nothing to do with it.
- I know. He was issued his indictment by the judge himself.

- What happened?
- We received documents proving you were right all along.

He won't get out of this easily.

Who sent the documents?
- An anonymous source.

But the papers were in an envelope
from the Criminal Documentation.

Astrid?

Astrid, hi.

I was wondering if you'd
have lunch with me?

I am very sorry, but that is impossible.

I know you're the one
who sent the documents.

This guy in custody, you can't
imagine what that means to me.

I wanted to thank you,
and then I'll leave you alone, promise.

You do not understand.

Someone is in my seat.

I cannot eat in the cafeteria
if I am not in my seat.

Yes.

Excuse us, I think you're in our seats.

Well, it's not like there's no room.

Precisely, you have all the
room to go sit somewhere else.

Forget it, it's the freak's friend.
She must not be all there either.

The freak, as you say, is too modest to tell you to go fuck
yourself and that she couldn't care less about your opinion.

Get lost.

Excuse me.

- Astrid.
- This is my seat.

Thank you.

Better to not piss me off before lunch..
When I have low blood sugar, I'm irritable.

And it's a great seat, I get it. You're
far from the noisy refrigerators and

the icy AC, and just in front of the window
for the light. I would've taken the same one.

I am very sorry, Commander.

Sometimes, I say things without thinking of their
meanings for others. I should not have mentioned your son.

I shouldn't have talked
to you the way I did.

I do not live in a bubble.

But it's true that my day-to-day is very organized,
and it is really important for me, all these routines.

Because it is the only point of reference
that allows me not to lose myself.

I understand.

Only...

Since I came back to the
Criminal Documentation.

I've thought of only one thing.

The investigation.

How are you progressing?

We're at an impasse.

- Our last crime scene remains silent.
- A crime scene.

A crime scene.

Forensics should still be there.

Would you like to take a look?

Commander Coste.

Commander Coste just offered to
let me to tag along on a crime scene.

And I fully intend to say yes, willingly.

Don't forget your second umbrella.

Enjoy your meal.

In case the first one does not work.

Astrid?

Restricted area.

You have my permission, Astrid.

Yes. Astrid Nielsen from the Doc.

She's only here as an observer.

Yes, just as an observer. Only
to observe, without speaking.

Something wrong?

Your method is not strictly
consistent with standard procedure.

I can see three
violations already, at least.

- Thank you Astrid. We're gonna let the man do his job, alright?
- Alright.

- Just to observe.
- Yes.

The victim was seated there when they
received the zombie powder in the face.

Wait, how does your friend know that?

You're right, we found traces
of scopolamine on the couch.

Barely visible to the naked eye.

- It is not because of that. It is because of the cushions.
- Sorry?

The cushions.

They are all fluffed as if someone
had cleaned them. Except those.

Dad always tapped on
the cushions to clean them.

And we can clearly see that the couch
has been moved, the carpet is out of place.

He must have gone through here.

To go open

the window.

And he must have stumbled a little as well.

We're on the same page.
We didn't see it that way, but it's right.

Wait. The guy was on his couch?

He must not have been suspicious
when the other approached him.

He knew his assailant?

There is something here
too, but I do not want to say it.

Yes, say it.

There is dust on the table on the
left but not on the one on the right.

- That's crazy. How did we not see this?
- Because you weren't looking.

Don't worry, you're not the
first one she does that to.

It is weird. The person who cleans
here is not very conscientious.

When you dust on the
right, you also dust on the left.

Or maybe... They stopped
to do something else.

You think his cleaning lady
was the one who assaulted him?

I think it's a good strategy to get close to your
victim, and hang a frame with a cattleya in a hotel room.

What?

Like in the Hotel de Dunkerque.

Here.

There was fifteen people
working during the incident.

Florès. Violetta Florès. That
name was in Malcolm's phone.

- She's Colombian, I think.
- Colombia. Colombia.

You bumped into her, she's
the one who found the body.

A hardworking, serious, impeccable girl.

- Before last night, nothing
to complain about. Last night?

Yes, she asked me for her
severance without warning.

- I had to reorganize this morning, she left right away.
- Thank you.

Goodbye, sir.

I'm sorry, Astrid.

The police don't like it when foreign diplomats poke around
in their business, but I got the information you asked for.

There's a complaint under
the name of Violetta Florès.

- Against her?
- No, filed by her.

The facts go back 5 years.

- What's the complaint about?
- Miss Florès claimed her sister was raped and murdered

by four men who took them
by force on a pleasure craft.

French, doctors apparently.

According to her
statement, her sister resisted.

Then there was a struggle with one of the assailants,
leading to her sister's neck being broken.

The men then threw her sister's
body overboard while she was still alive.

Wait. They did all that, while
Violetta Florès was there?

As she said in the declaration, Miss Florès made
it look like she had thrown herself into the water,

to hid under the tarp of the lifeboat.

It makes sense.

Her declaration is specific
enough to be taken seriously, no?

It's difficult to impute motives
to the Colombian police.

Her sister's body was never found.

And a prostitute filing a rape
complaint, you understand,

they're capable of doing a lot to
scam money from tourists, including

inventing stories. We see that every day.

And at this game, it's
rarely the tourists who lose.

- Did she give names?
- Maybe she gave them, but they weren't recorded.

Ah, here, I have the name of her sister.

The missing person.

I'm listening.

Her name was...

Cattleya.

Cattleya Florès.

- Nico, Nico. Tell me you have something.
- We located her phone in the 18th Arrondissement.

It matches the address the guy from the
hotel gave us. I think it's worth trying,

- maybe she is packing her things.
- Of course, it's worth it. I don't want to miss this chance.

Everybody? Listen carefully. We're going
to arrest Violetta Florès at her house.

Be careful, she may have accomplices, she's already
killed 3 people and another is in the hospital.

Nicolas, you go warn the DA.

Come on, hurry up guys! She's gonna
slip between our fingers dammit. Hurry up!

Yes, sorry. I'm sorry, I tend to get
carried away in certain situations.

Oh, shit.

- Oh, no.
- Is there a problem Commander Coste?

Maybe not.

Either there is a problem or there is not.

Maybe there isn't.

Hello, Madam. I am here for
young Théo Coste-Rougier.

Obviously, I brought you the papers.

A proxy certificate signed by the
mom, notarized in a police station,

an excerpt from my criminal record, clean,

- and my identification card.
- Thank you.

Oh, Auntie! So cool that you came!

I am Auntie.

- My identification?
- Here.

Thank you, Madam.

- Bye.
- Goodbye, Madam.

- Bye, Théo.
- Bye.

Mrs. Florès, open up! Police!

Mrs. Florès, we're coming in!

- You hurt yourself.
- You know, you don't have to be so formal.

- You're an adult.
- Yes, maybe, but I prefer to be formal with everyone so I am sure I do not make a mistake.

- It's a good idea.
- That is nice of you to say.

- So, the booboo?
- I had a fight at school.

It is not good to fight.

I know. I mean, they
beat the crap out of me.

It turns out that it's not cool to have
good grades and 2 years ahead on the others.

But... You won't tell Mom, right?

I will not say a thing to Commander
Coste, but you should tell her.

I don't know.

Mom looks tough and all, but she isn't.

You couldn't tell when
she swears, but I know.

She tries to hide it from me, but

I can see that she cries sometimes.

You know, Théo, I have
always been on my own.

But I discovered that sometimes, people like us need people
like Commander Coste to help us face certain situations.

And even better if we can
help them in our own way too.

You're nice, Mrs. Nielsen.

I'm happy you're working with mom.

You'll be able to watch
over her when I can't.

That is nice.

But it was just this once. I do
not know if we will do it again.

But it'd be nice.

Yes, it would be nice.

Ah, Mom! Did you know that the first puzzle
in history was invented by Archimedes?

- It's called the Stomachion.
- Awesome!

Théo told me that you are having trouble with
the nine-dots problem. We started from there.

I see. Théo, you're gonna
wait for us with Nicolas, okay?

I talked to my Colombian counterpart.

He read me your complaint.

You are…

21 years old, right?

Is it my young age that surprises you?

I was 16 when they forced
us to embark on that boat.

Cattleya was barely 18.

Before that, I had
never had sex with a boy.

And those guys were very drunk.

They were on a rampage.

My sister just wanted to protect me.

When you say you never had sex before,

- excuse me, but I need to know-
- It's our adoption custom.

Virgins are worth more money.

Is it because the local police didn't follow up on your
complaint that you came to France to do justice yourself?

I couldn't let those
bastards get away with this.

But I didn't know their names.

One of them offered me a cigarette
when we embarked on the boat.

He gave me his matchbox

and there was a name on it.

Hôtel de Dunkerque. Paris.

- You came to France because of the matchbox.
- It's not because of the matchbox!

It's destiny!

The Lord wanted to give me
a lead to my sister's assassins.

I got hired at the hotel.

And then one day, the man
with the cigarette was there.

When I saw him, right in front of me...

Drugged, he gave me the
identity of the three others.

But their faces,

they're engraved here...

forever.

You weren't afraid that they would
recognize you, working for the three others?

They only knew me as a whore,

they met me again as a cleaning lady.

In both cases, they didn't look at me.

To them, I was an object at their service.

- She's being imprisoned.
- She's in house arrest, waiting for her trial.

The precious reports you like so much will
be given to the justice. Thank you, guys.

- It's only after her trial that she will be judged guilty or not.
- I know the law, but this woman, after what she has been through, is also a vic

- We can't deal out justice ourselves, otherwise it's a mess.
- And Yann Malcolm, do you think he is going to answer for what he did to Cattleya

He's in intensive care at the hospital. I'm going to make a strong
case, but after that it's in the hands of the Colombian police.

- Things aren't black or white, Astrid, do you understand?
- Not really, no.

Raphaëlle?

I would be very happy to help
you for the file against Malcolm.

Thank you, Astrid.

- Yoohoo.

Mom? Can we have a sushi night?
- I don't eat raw fish, but I like the “M12” menu with the brochettes.

Thank you again, and
welcome aboard. – Raphaëlle

- I did it to make you happy.
- Thank you, Astrid

You're welcome. But I do
not understand the point of this.

Sometimes, neurotypical people
are weird. You are surprising.

There is no point in paying for something you could have at
home, in a very noisy place where you're very poorly seated.

But do not take it the wrong way, it is not personal.
But truly, I do not understand the reason behind it.

Well, it's to talk, to discuss.

Ah.

You could maybe tell me about jigsaws?

- Why are you so passionate about jigsaws?
- Puzzles.

- I prefer the word puzzle.
- Ah.

- I prefer puzzle because jigsaw, when I picture it in my head, it is very violent.
- Ah. Indeed. Yeah.

My main area of interest has always
been and will always be criminology/.

But you understand, talking to people about the various stages of decomposition
of a corpse, or how the shape of blood stains can help detectives, fo

- It can scare them.
- It is scary.

Astrid?

Puzzles. They are weird, but not scary. Puzzles are not
scary. Let us say that in society, it is more accepted.

What I love above all else in about puzzles is
that they force us to see things differently.

We get blocked on a problem because we always
look at it the same way. Though, you just have to-

to shift by 30 degrees. You have to force yourself
to consider it another way to be able to solve it.

You have to think outside the box.

Something is wrong.

- That's it!
- That's it.

- That's it!
- That's it.

Think outside the box. Wait.

There.

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9.

I go outside the frame.

And here.

- Here is it! You solved it.

- Yeah!
- Oh! It's a cloth napkin-

No, it is the nine-dots puzzle.
She solved the nine-dots problem.

The dots are not aligned.

Where? In the plate?

Do you want me to send it back?

- The dots?
- The plate, Astrid.