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♪ DADDY COOL ♪ BY BONEY M

ANNOUNCER: They change diapers

and are involved in the daily life of raising their children.

Who are these new fathers we encounter- CHANGES STATION

MUSIC: Take a child by the hand- CHANGES STATION

ANNOUNCER: Crying, red cheeks? What if

your child is teething? CHANGES STATION

MUSIC: ♪ You have only one child ♪

♪ It's been a long time- ♪ CHANGES STATION

MUSIC: ♪ And the law ♪

♪ doesn't scare me ♪

♪ This is my son, my struggle ♪ MOBILE RINGS

♪ She shouldn't have gone ♪ MOBILE RINGS

- Hello? CELINE: Hi Adam.

- Yes ? - It's fine, the judge agrees for us

to take over the investigation into the disappearance of Emma Perrin.

What do you want to start with?

IMPOUND: So, AN-840-WK.

registered in the name of Emma Perrin. - Yes.

Placed under seal upon her disappearance in April 2022.

This is the one.

- A colleague will be joining me soon, can you direct her here?

- She's already here. - Really?

- She's the pregnant one, right? -Yes.

- Good. Karadec, I got your text message,

but we're stuck because there's no death, huh?

- Yes.

We got the investigation into the disappearance of Emma Perrin,

this is her car. - No— Emma Perrin?

- Yes. - The one we thought was

killed by a serial killer,

but actually Forensics contaminated the crime scene?

Uh, yes. But I promised the family answers,

so we're going to try to give them some.

- Oh, lame.

Fine, let's get started. So-!

- Morgane, gloves.

SHE SIGHS

HONK

IMPOUND: What's she doing?

- She's thinking.

- You recovered the vehicle 3 days after Emma disappeared, right?

IMPOUND: Yeah, her husband contacted us on Saturday,

because she went to see her parents.

She never arrived. As she was an adult,

we waited 48 hours to start the search.

On Monday we were informed her car was in the lot at Arras station.

You've put us on the trail of a voluntary disappearance.

If I may say, you're wasting your time

because my team's already combed through this car,

So if there was anything interesting,

we would have found it a long time ago.

ADAM: Very well.

- She was pregnant!

- What? SHE LAUGHS

- Emma Perrin! When she disappeared she was pregnant.

Look what I found: a receipt dated April 22.

And check out the discount coupons.

So we have... €4.99 off on diapers,

and 30% off on a bottle warmer.

You getting it? - No.

- Well,

you know how supermarkets spy on us

with our loyalty cards?

- Oh, really?

- Yeah, Karadec! They study what we buy and then

they deduce lots of super-intimate stuff about us.

Like... our age, our tastes, the state of our intestinal tract.

LAUGHS See, intimate stuff. - Yes, yes.

- Imagine a woman in her thirties, all right?

who, overnight, replaces her bottle of white wine

with "ginger beer," huh? Or, I dunno, invests in yoga pants

instead of stocking up on tampons.

Well, for her next shopping list

they're going to make some small suggestions,

like 30% off on diapers, or diaper rash cream,

or, I dunno, a promotion on strollers, or jars of baby food!

Because according to the algorithm,

she's going to have one!

A baby.

You're not saying anything.

HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

SEVEN-SPOT LADYBUG

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

- I told Emma's husband that we have news,

he's waiting for us at his place with his in-laws.

- Well... yes, I know.

- Yes.

- Are you all right? You're all pale.

- I remember, Morgane.

- You remember. What?

- The- - What we...

- Yes. - Oh, well then!

- Mmm. - I'm not being huffy,

but I was on the verge of being offended!

- Let me finish. Please.

SHE SIGHS LOUDLY - Phew-ah!

. . .

- I've thought a lot.

So, the situation isn't ideal, but...

I decided that I'll be there for this child.

My child.

- Okay.

- What?

- No, nothing! It's- LAUGHS Wooo!

I really didn't expect it, it's great!

But you... - Yes?

- You know it's not certain that you're the father.

I told you.

-What do you mean, 'not sure'? It's not 100%?

- Well no! No, uh, I would say it's 33%.

One chance in 3, actually.

In fact, a little less for you because, according to Théa,

you're not that young anymore.

And what's more, you wear briefs.

HE BRAKES, SHE YELPS

- Is this a joke?

You don't know if it's mine?

- Don't look at me like that, I said 'maybe'!

Oh, well done, 'maybe,' 'maybe.'

'Maybe' is a figure of speech! - No!

No, 'maybe' is maybe!

It's OK, you don't need to get all worked up,

the other two aren't motivated,

so if you're into it, well... - Yes, I'm 'into it,'

that's not it, Morgane!

I'm trying to take responsibility, what do you want me to do?

I don't know who you're pregnant with!

- You are picky, seriously!

Know what? Forget it.

Let it go, because if you're gonna be like that

it's a bad fit, so...

- 'Forget it,' that's exactly what I'm going to do.

SCOFFS

. . .

CORINNE: So, I prepared some photos for you.

This is the one I used for our posters.

She's very recognizable. PASCAL: They already have photos,

TEXT ALERT they didn't come all this way for that.

they didn't come all this way for that.

GILLES: REALLY SORRY FOR LAST NIGHT they didn't come all this way for that.

GILLES: REALLY SORRY FOR LAST NIGHT CORINNE: Have you found something?

GILLES: Oh! CORINNE: Have you found something?

ADAM: Maybe, yes. - (Phew.)

Sorry to tell you like this, Mr Perrin, but we think

that Emma was pregnant when she disappeared.

LEO: Pregnant? Are you sure?

- You didn't know?

-No. We'd been trying for a little while.

- I need a cigarette. Excuse me.

TEXT ALERT

GILLES: IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK

. . . I HAD TINGLING IN MY LEGS

. . . AND AFIDA WAS HELPING ME CHECK!

. . .

SIGHS

- Did you know? About the pregnancy.

You weren't surprised when I gave you the news.

- We had lunch together when she got the results.

- My colleagues in Arras never had this information.

Why didn't you say anything?

- I didn't know if this baby was good news.

- How so?

- Two months before Emma's disappearance, Leo called.

She told him she was at our house, but that wasn't true.

- Do you know why she lied to her husband about her schedule?

- No.

I didn't want to mess up their relationship.

I told him she was out, and for me that was the end of it.

- The night she disappeared, she said she was going to have dinner at your place.

Do you think she lied that night too?

- Your colleagues were already convinced

that she had left with another man.

I thought that if I told them, they would've stopped the search completely.

Emma didn't reappear. After that I couldn't anymore.

TEXT ALERT

SCOFF/SIGH

GILLES: DON'T THINK SOMETHING DIFFERENT!

What are you hiding from us, Emma?

ADAM: In the months preceding her disappearance,

Emma supposedly spent five "weekends" with her parents.

Except she wasn't there. Here, this is her calendar.

- That means, if we find out where she was going those "weekends,"

there's a chance we can know where she was going when she disappeared.

Daphne, anything new? - Yes- well no,

CCTV from 2022 have been deleted.

But on the evening of her disappearance,

she picked up a hitchhiker on the road,

at 6:30 pm, here.

After that we lose track of them.

CELINE: Fuck, she could've gone anywhere. DAPHNE: Yes, even to his home.

- Did you get my texts? - About you and Afida?

- (Shh sssshhhh! There is no Afida and me!)

It's a misunderstanding. - ((Oh!))

- There was a spider on the bed, and I took off my belt to kill it.

- Are you serious? - We slept together maybe once!

It won't happen again! - Gilles, I don't care about you and Afida.

FLUSTERED - Hmm- mmm! Heh.

AFIDA: (Tonight it's going to be CBD massages.)

- Check her mobile on these dates.

- Yeah.

ADAM: Five "weekends"!

- Fine, it happened, maybe it'll happen again,

once or twice, but you (really need to shut up,)

or I'll be in huge trouble!

- What's 'huge,' Gilles? - What?

Morgane! Hey, your pregnancy, it'll be fine!

NERVOUS LAUGH

I mean, I know you're pregnant, but maybe

ease up on the snacks or something!

- Seriously?

- That's not good Gilles, that's not a nice thing to say!

- I have indeed put on a few kilos, but then, mind you,

Gilles offered to give me his restaurant vouchers,

so I can have a balanced diet!

So nice! GILLES: Yeah...

CELINE: You know, that's exciting

but I'd like us to get back to work, because we have to keep digging.

- Cough up the vouchers. - Yeah? Yeah, you got it.

- Well? - I'll give you two, otherwise-

- Don't be stingy. Dingus.

- No, but it was...

MORGANE: Yoo-hoo? It's me!

I went shopping!

Can anyone help me?

Yoo-hoo?

REMEMBERING THEA: If you continue like this,

this kid won't have a father!

SIGH

. . .

. . .

- Were you here? LUDO: Well, yes.

- Where are the others? - Théa went to Martine's— no, Laurine’s.

Eliott is in his room, and I have to go,

Magali agreed to have dinner with me.

Can't be late. - Yeah.

- Ma-galoche.* Ha-ha! * GALOSHES

The ex who dropped you like an old sock when you broke your leg.

Now that you can again pee on your own,

she suggests dinner. Well done! - Exactly! No,

we texted for a long time, and

she'll give me a second chance,

provided that you agree to respect the custody schedule.

- That I respect 'what'?

I don't even understand what this chick is talking about.

The custody schedule? I always respect the custody schedule.

- Fake! Come on, my princess,

I'll leave you with mom. Take good care of her

and her big lies! All right, I'm going, see you tomorrow.

I'm going. - Wait! Wait wait wait wait!

- What? - Don't move! Truce, truce!

Two seconds! - I'm going!

I can't stand up Magali! - I owe you! Thank you, thank you!

Hey, you're a straight-up guy, Ludo!

(Come on, hurry up, quick!)

- Why did you say I'm here?

- I know where she went.

- Emma? - Yeah! SEATBELT CLICKS

- You know where she went the night she disappeared? - Yes.

- Where? - Oh, well no! Ha-ha, no!

No, if I tell you, I know you,

you won't listen to any of my explanations!

- We don't have time. - Oh fine. MOCKS HIM

MORGANE: We have a 7-hour drive ahead of us. We have time. Hours.

ADAM: 7 hours? Is this a joke?

HIGHWAY NOISE

That's enough Morgane, tell me where we're going, right now.

- Where ladybugs have 7 points.

Oh ho! Mysterious!

Good, well I'll go!

On Emma's windshield there were

a la-dy-bug!

A pretty model in a very bright red,

with 7 black dots on the back. - Mmm.

- A coccinella septempunctata.

Ta-dah!

SHE LAUGHS

In other words, the version native to our region.

No, I'll explain. - Mm-hmm.

- For millennia, this ladybug was the

dominant species throughout Europe.

Just imagine.

But in the 1980s,

researchers had the brilliant idea of

​​introducing another ladybug to protect crops: the Asian ladybug.

So, they're bonkers.

It eats 4 times more aphids than the others,

and it's completely punk, it can be

orange, yellow, black, and it has

as many spots as it wants:

2, 4, 29, 36— but never 7.

- The conclusion? - You're gonna miss the exit there.

There! There, the exit! - The exit?

SHE YELLS

- Morgane! - Oh fine!

- Researchers thought they could control it,

since it couldn't resist our rigorous winters.

Except that some of them started to mutate

to adapt to the cold!

The result: little by little they colonized all of Europe!

And they cleared out our local ladybug.

All this to say that,

if the ladybug that was on Emma's windshield had 7 black spots,

it means it was hit in a region that was still not very infested.

And seeing as the North,

the Grand East, and the Paris region are completely invaded already,

(well, I tell myself, she went to...)

The west!

- The west, okay .

Where in the west? - Hold on, hold on. We agree that

Emma had just filled up on the evening of her disappearance.

When we found her car, the tank was empty.

And since there are no toll charges on her bank statements,

I say to myself: 'Weird.' Right?

- Mm-hmm. - Weird, unless,

she went to the only region where there are no tolls!

The land of thin pancakes and round hats.

Home, Karadec! Brittany!

- Are we going to Brittany? - Yes!

- But this isn't the way to Brittany.

You have to take the A84 south from Caen.

- Now you say it?

- Because I'm going to take it now! - Ohhh...!

Lame! Okay, turn around,

you're confusing me! - I'm confusing? You were talking!

- You know why there are no tolls in Brittany?

In 1491, Charles VIII besieged Rennes and

forced Anne of Brittany to marry him, to get back his duchy.

Anne accepts, she doesn't really have much choice,

but on one condition: That once his duchy is joined to the kingdom of France,

its subjects can continue to travel its roads free of charge.

"Fuck" the tolls!

CHANTING ALL: Free tolls! Free tolls!

Free tolls! Free tolls! - Throughout France! Throughout France!

Free tolls! Free tolls! - Throughout France! Throughout France!

MORGANE: One time, I dug a little into this story.

I feel like it's more of an urban legend, if you know what I mean.

Oh, here we are. Park.

ADAM: What? Where? MORGANE: There! There. Park!

ADAM: Here? MORGANE: There! There!

I found this,

in Emma's effects. At first I thought it was a logo,

but it actually isn't—

—it's a map!

MORGANE: There.

Yeah, she made a cross there.

So...? - So what?

- Well, I guess she was going... that way.

- There's nothing here, Morgane.

- Yes, well, I messed up, what do you want me to say?

- What do you mean, are you telling me we drove 7 hours

and an hour & 20 minutes of walking for nothing?

Yes, well we're going to take a little break

because I have to pee.

- Again? - Yes, again!

I have something going on under my clothes, in case you haven't noticed.

Come on! Keep going, don't look at me!

Yes, Celine, it's me.

Look, Morgane's lead didn't turn up anything-

MECHANISM SNAPS, HE YELLS IN SHOCK

. . .

MORGANE! MORGANE! OH! MORGANE: KARADEC!

- WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?

MORGANE: KARADEC! KARADEC!

MAN1: Fuck! MAN2: Guys!

MORGANE: Let him go! Let him go! MAN2: He's not a wild boar!

MORGANE: I'm here, Karadec!

Come on, let him go! Hey! CHENEAU: What did we get?

- Hurry up!

- Shit. Are you all right?

Don't move, I'll lower you!

- All right! Gently!

- You'll get down, it's fine! CHENEAU: He's coming down!

- Steady!

- Ah!

- It's all right! - Oh, sorry!

- Relax! Relax!

ADAM YELLS

CLANKING

HE SIGHS CHENEAU: You all right?

- Not at all.

You are-? - Laurent Cheneau, Extrême Tours.

- Hello. - Sorry for the incident.

- Cmdr Karadec, Crime Squad.

What is this circus? Are they poaching?

CHENEAU: No, they're my customers,

I organize survival courses in hostile environments.

They wanted to catch a wild boar on the first day.

- They caught a chicken! LAUGHS

. . .

- We're looking for this woman. Does she look familiar?

- How are you guys? CHENEAU: 'Emma Perrin.'

She- she did trainings between 2020 and 2022.

ADAM: June 27. August 22.

March 6.

Corresponding to the weekends she pretended to be at her parents' house.

MORGANE: Tell me, 300 bucks a "weekend" to eat acorns

and wipe your ass with ferns,

that gives you a nice margin, right? - Emma had more advanced courses.

Orienteering, "bushcraft," survival techniques

in the event of nuclear or bacteriological war, she

took things really seriously. - 'Seriously,' meaning?

- Meaning, sir, that between the ecological crisis and war in Ukraine,

she knew things could go bad at any moment, she wanted to be ready

ARROW FLIES, THUDS - WHOA!

ADAM: Morgane, put that down!

- It went off on its own! CHEANEAU: That's not OK! It's a weapon!

MORGANE: Sorry. CHEANEAU: Put that down.

- 'kay!

Oops!

CHEANEAU SIGHS

ADAM: Are you aware your activities are dangerous?

- How do assume that?

- Any accidents happen?

That "weekend" I had 6 trainees, all right?

I put them in the forest,

they ended up at the finish as expected.

I have a photo.

There.

- Okay, on April 15, 2022, Emma Perrin finishes her course.

And then?

- Then we had a couple drinks and we separated.

She told us that it would be her last training.

She was pregnant. Six months.

Then she left.

With Adrien.

I haven't seen him again either. - 'Adrien'? Who's Adrien?

- Him. A regular. I think he liked her because,

he always managed to take the same courses as her.

- And you haven't seen him since April 2022?

- No. Not a week later, the Kermolen Gendarmerie called me.

They were looking for him, I don't know why. - Kermolen? It's not far, let's go.

- We don't have time to discuss it.

Daphne will call them, no need for us to go out of our way.

- Seriously, it's not a detour, if you take the highway, it's that way.

- Morgane, we should go home, traffic will be bad.

- Karadec, we're there, we're there! Stop grumbling.

MORGANE: All this energy you put in the wrong place!

Hello! Anyone there? Yoo-hoo? ADAM: Uh...

RAPS ON COUNTER

- Well, nobody. Let it go.

ADAM: Let's go. - Two seconds, Karadec!

Yoo-hoo! Hey! Anyone- no one with-

Ah!

Uh, good morning! Morgane Alvaro, and-

- Cmdr (Karadec).

Lille PJ. We have some questions about a suspect, Adrien Fournier.

KARINE: 'Adrien Fournier'? ADAM: Yes.

- It doesn't mean anything. ADAM: All right.

Wait, I'll ask a colleague. Tell me-

- No need to disturb them, we'll come back.

You're very kind, have a good day. - You're weird Karadec, what's up?

What? I'm losing my patience, it's cool!

- Morgane? KARINE: 'Karadec'?

Wait, are you from the colonel's family?

- Nothing to see! MORGANE: Who's 'the colonel'?

ADAM: Thppt! No idea. Can you run

Adrien Fournier through your database please?

- Uh... Yes!

Yes yes yes! I have a wanted notice on him from 2022.

We had a report on PHAROS* because * CRIME REPORTING PORTAL

he bought an illegal semi-automatic

on the dark web. - Well, that was worth it!

- But we didn't find him.

He has no known address, except an old farm inherited from his uncle.

- I swear, with a little patience- KARINE: Wait, are you sure

you don't know Djamila and the colonel? You look a lot like him.

- No, really sorry, I don't know who you're talking about.

But an isolated farm is a good place to hide.

Thank you, Colonel. Good day.

- Good day, Colonel!

MORGANE: Explain to me what just happened.

- My father was a colonel at this Gendarmerie.

- Huh? - He's retired now.

- Really? - Let's go.

DJAMILA: Didi! Didi! - Don't move, stay there.

- Didi! - The gendarme snitched.

- There's a lady trying to talk to you! - Didi! Didi!

- Who is it? Who is ti? - My mother, it's my mother.

- Huh!? - Get in the car right now.

- Your mother? - Yeah.

- Hey Didi! Hey! Hi! - Hi mom. How are you?

We're here for work, it's not planned, I was going to call you.

BOTH: Hello! - Morgane Alvaro, delighted!

- The Morgane? My son's girlfriend? - Uh...?

- No! No.

- We had history together, I didn't think he'd tell you about it!

- That's not true, you're confusing her with Roxane, mom!

She's Morgane, actually, a colleague.

- Yeah. - Oh. Oh, sorry. Sorry.

And you joined not long ago, is that right?

- Well, like 4 years ago-

- Yes, that's it! It's been 4 years, yes.

- Well, we have to go mom, sorry, we have lots of work.

- Yes, but I- won't hold you up. CROSSTALK

CROSSTALK - You look alike, crazy, huh?

See you this evening Didi, you'll tell me about it during dinner.

- Mom, we're going back to Lille, she has to pick up her children.

- Yeah, don't worry, it's fine, I'll manage. - 'Manage'? Are you sure?

- See you tonight! BOTH: Perfect!

BOTH: See you tonight!

SHE LAUGHS See you tonight, Didi!

MORGANE: Your mother is great!

Nicer than mine, no? In the car, Didi!

Are you sure it's here?

- It's there.

MORGANE: What, this old farm? Yeah?

PARKING BRAKE

- The suspect's last known residence.

MORGANE: Wait- Didi, Wait for me!

MIMICS DEPARTMENT STORE TONES

Mother of little Didi,

attention, a big boy is waiting for her at reception!

CHUCKLES

- Very funny.

- Oh my, it's okay! - Really hilarious.

- Sorry for earlier!

But I'm not going back to Lille on an empty stomach.

And you know, I'm happy to meet your parents.

Yeah. - Morgane, my mother is the curious type.

Given the situation, it's not the time to accept a dinner invitation.

FEEDBACK

AMPLIFIED - Okay, it's not the right time for mom,

AMPLIFIED I repeat, not the right time for mom.

- Who are the others?

- 'The others'?

- Based on the calendar, I guess Timothée is in the race.

- Oh yes, OK, those others.

- And the third, I suppose it's- - Yes! You got it.

LAUGHING NERVOUSLY It's him.

No, that's what I thought.

So a 1-in-3 chance, all right.

- No,

uh, no, one chance in sixty. But that's the idea, yes.

- (Sixty?) Where do you get this 1-in-60 figure from, Morgane?

- Karadec, don't take it badly,

it has nothing to do with the quality of the interaction.

It's more, well...

criteria, uh... of age, as you know... of vigor,

and... the number of encores.

- OK, we don't discuss it now. We concentrate.

FEEDBACK, AMPLIFIED OK, we stay focused.

ADRIEN: What are you doing here? SHE SHRIEKS

ADAM: Police. Police!

Drop it.

Drop it, lower your weapon.

Now!

Adrien Fournier?

ADAM: We're with the Judicial Police.

We have a few questions to ask you about Emma, Emma Perrin.

She did trainings with you, at Extrême Tours.

She disappeared in April 2022. Like you.

- I didn't disappear, I'm here.

- You're hard to find, in any case.

She accompanied you home the evening of her disappearance.

Do you know what could've happened to her? -No.

ADAM: 'No.'

That's your answer?

AMPLIFIED And why the radio?

- Don't touch that! Put it back!

SHE WHINES - ADRIEN!

Stay calm. Everything's fine.

Lower your weapon.

- I'll give the orders. This here is my home!

GET OUT! NOW!

MORGANE: Yes! - Okay, stay calm.

We're leaving, Morgane. - We're leaving!

- Go ahead. - Going!

- Right now!

MORGANE: We're backing up, uh, watch your step.

- Faster! MORGANE: Uh, we're leaving.

MORGANE YELPS

BOTH EXCLAIM, GILLES LAUGHS

BOTH BREATHING HARD That was cool!

-Shall we do it in a cell? - Unngh, okay.

- (((Damn!))

Uh, well... No, we're going to get screwed. It's too risky.

- You ashamed of me? - Huh?

- Ashamed. Of me. - No. Not at all!

- Have you told them we're together? - What? No, I haven't had the chance,

as soon as it's calm, I will. - Really?

-How could I be ashamed?

But I really have to- - Okay.

(Oh! I put a surprise in your pocket.) - Hmm?

- Oh, it's... It's... Ha!

- Gilles? HE GASPS

- Do you have the Evidence Room key,

I've looked everywhere. - The key to what?

- Evidence. - Evidence? I have the key,

Yes, I have the key.

They're, um...

They're- oops.

Huh? It's...

What is this?

- Yes, I wonder. What is that?

- It's, it's...

from a missing person.

I... took it out of Evidence.

- You took the victim's panties? - Mmm, because, ahem,

I have a cold and I didn't have anything, and I thought

'Hey, that’ll do the trick.' BLOWS NOSE

MUFFLED It's soft and fluffy.

- Gilles, I have a meeting.

But you will come to my office. - (Yes.)

- Because we may need to talk. - My pleasure, Commissioner.

- I confirm, the suspect is armed.

- But Ludo, don't take it like that, we're just talking one night!

Yes, but he wants to call the local Gendarmerie

and it takes ages, that's all. - Very good.

SIGHS I'll ask him.

- Affirmative.

- This is Ludo, who'd like to know why we don't

call GIGN,* they'd be able to help us. * SWAT

- Because we don't live in a police state, Morgane.

- Yeah? - Talk, I'm listening.

- Well he doesn't want to.

But hey, don't worry.

- Very well.

8 tomorrow morning, it's all over.

- Thanks- CROSSTALK

- Hello? Hello-

- It's fine, they're going to pick up Fournier.

We'll question him tomorrow morning.

CROWS CAWING

- Is there a guest room at your parents' house?

- What? - A guest room. Your parent's house.

SURF ROARS

MORGANE: He's never told you about me?

Strange. I must be the center of the PJ reactor.

Morgane Alvaro? 160 IQ? No?

The work-wife?

Is that familiar?

- Vaguely, yes, but... Do you know what happened with Roxane?

- Mom, please?

- He didn't cheat on her, I hope, because

I remember, in college, he had two girlfriends at once.

- Mom, we aren't together anymore,

I told you 20 times, we split up during the holidays.

With your son it's never very clear.

So, the work-wife—

—we don't cross paths on everything-

- Jean-Pierre? Jean-Pierre,

let the timer go, please,

we're discussing your son's breakup

with Roxane! - Mom!

J-P GRUNTS

- The oven timer goes off every night at 3 am,

he can't turn it off and it obsesses him.

J-P: Mm-hmm.

- Do you need help? - No no no, it's okay.

I'll call the store tomorrow.

- Well in any case, thank you for welcoming me,

I'm delighted to see your son's childhood home.

- No, it's not his childhood home,

we moved when he was a teenager,

so that his brother could have a room on the ground floor.

J-P: Okay, I'll leave you, I'm going to sleep.

Good evening.

- Goodnight.

FOOTSTEPS

- Well, how about a nightcap? This didn't look bad to me.

- Have you lost your mind, you know how strong this is?

MORGANE: Oh Karadec, I'd just wet my lips—

—he's so annoying sometimes, huh? ADAM: (Morgane!)

MORGANE SIGHS IMPATIENTLY

-Uh...

UPSET - Heh.

Morgane— uh... so,

what do you do exactly in the police?

- Ah!

I'm a consultant!

Actually, at the DIPJ

they call me "Le Cerveau"— "The Brain"! LAUGHS

Oh (yeah...)

MORGANE: Oh ha! Oh, the little butt!

DJAMILA LAUGHS Who's the cutie, huh?

DJAMILA: He's cute, isn't he? MORGANE: Oh my, too cute.

- What are those photos? DJAMILA: It's you. Remember?

You liked walking around buck naked. CHUCKLES

MORGANE: It's true, you didn't like pants much back then. LAUGHS

- Okay, that's enough. DJAMILA: See how

how beautiful it is? MORGANE: Oh yes.

- It's "La Pointue," I called it that

because of that.

REMEMBERING

MORGANE: "La Pointue"? - Yes,

it was our house in Brittany.

- You don't go there anymore?

- My mother asked me to take care of my brother, and

I was kissing my first girlfriend...

WELCOME and he had a bad fall.

and he had a bad fall.

DJAMILA: Well...

I've shown you everything about my son, I'd like to ask you...

Am I finally going to be a grandmother? CHUCKLES

- Mom, stop that right now! DJAMILA: What?

I have the right to know, if my son has something to do with it, right?

- But she's my colleague!

DJAMILA: Oh, fine, well... NOT AT ALL FINE

I mind my own business.

DJAMILA: Just one last question.

Boy or girl? ADAM: You can't help it, huh?

- It's a boy.

- (A little boy!)

DJAMILA: (A boy. Oh!)

DOOR OPENS

- Morgane? - Hmm?

- Wake up.

- What... time is it? - 6:10 am.

SHE FAKE-SNORES The Gendarmerie called, we have to go.

- What's going on?

ADAM: Adrien Fournier shot himself in the head.

GEIGER COUNTER CLICKING

KARINE: I spoke to Forensics,

the orientation of the bullet is consistent with a theory of suicide.

- Yes, I was told by the ME.

It could be seen as an admission of guilt

in Emma Perrin's disappearance. KARINE: Yes, Colonel-!

I mean 'Commander'! Crazy how much you look like your dad.

You're almost as handsome as he is! FLOODLIGHT SNAPS ON

- Wha- oh!

MORGANE LAUGHING Wow!

Pardon. My bad. CHUCKLES

ADAM: So if our theory is correct,

there may be traces of Emma in the house.

LAUGHS - Tenacious like his father!

I'll ask my men to turn everything over. ADAM: Thank you.

- Oh! Look.

There is a signal jammer, ideal in case of a zombie apocalypse.

Because if the undead communicate with each other in 5G,

what you do is press this button and they're screwed!

LAUGHS So they'd be-

ZOMBIE-SPEAK

. . .

I'm a good zombie, huh?

WOW! What have I got? Oh?

Beep... beep... beep... beep... beep... beep...

Beep - beep - beep!

Tri-activated weirdness detector!

DETECTOR CRACKLES Karadec, you're blowing up the counter!

- Hi-larious. KARINE: Found it Commander!

Found these under the bed.

- The guy kept her hair

and her nails? ADAM: Apparently, yes.

We're waiting for DNA results, but the family identified the clothes.

The gendarmes are searching the area, but now for a body.

- Very well, keep me posted.

Oh, send the evidence directly to the lab, no need to go through us,

just to clarify.

Good luck.

HE KNOCKS

Sit down.

Gilles, I have known you for a long time.

I hope this incident

of taking evidence is a misunderstanding, hmm?

Now I have to remind you of the rules.

The victims in our investigations

have the right to our respect.

So, using their personal effects in a private or sexual context

would be totally inappropriate.

Are you of this?

- Yes. Totally, yes.

- Very well.

We're going to fill out a little incident report,

- Hmm? - and then we'll put it in the past, right?

TYPING So, Let's say you, um,

'inadvertently took sealed evidence'... - Mm-hmm.

DOOR OPENS - No, not now!

All right, what is it? AFIDA: Signature.

- Where was I? 'Sealed evidence-'

Oh, uh, 'Following our conversation,

you became aware of, of,

the gravity of your actions,

and you express deep regret.'

GILLES: Yes, absolutely. I disrespected

the owner of those panties. I am really sorry.

- Yes, it's very good, very good. No need to go into details.

CELINE: There.

I think we have everything we need, anything you would like to add?

- No.

Actually, yes.

The owner of the panties is a very beautiful person

who means a lot to me.

- Let's not get carried away. The regrets are good, we'll end on regrets.

- Yes, I regret. I regret following your rules

when I should have listened to my heart.

Because when you're in love,

we should shout it loudly. - Well it's not at all anything to shout

about, we're talking about a victim. Let's maintain decency.

♪

- Whew! DJAMILA: I can't get over it!

Do you know about fennel herbal tea? - Well, no.

- I'll buy you some tomorrow at the market.

It's great for breastfeeding. MORGANE: YAWNING Yeah?

- Mom? We're leaving tomorrow.

We're just waiting for the DNA results, and we go back to Lille.

DISPLEASED SIGH

- A guy told me you had the suspect earlier.

ADAM: Mm-hmm.

- Why did you leave him at the time?

- He was armed, she was pregnant.

- Uh-huh. ADAM: Mmm.

- I don't know. Pass the bread please.

- Tell me, how did you survive with

all the cops in the family?

I wasn't a cop, I was a gendarme. Nothing to do with each other.

- There are some similarities,

uh, the handcuffs, the reports, the flashing light, right?

- Dear lady, know that

when I was on the job, it wasn't the haircut

that was more important. We rolled up our sleeves

and, above all, we didn't back down

from cornering a suspect. - That's in movies.

- Yes, especially since,

other than taking forever to pick up a guy who was already dead,

we haven't seen your gendarme friends do much.

- When entrusted with a mission, you go all the way,

even if we have better things to do.

J-P: That's what it means to be a man.

You, you never understood that, obviously.

- Jean-Pierre, "stop."

MORGANE: We're still investigating, of course we can-

- No.

- Yes, all right.

- Your tagine was very good, mom. I'm going to bed, goodnight.

DJAMILA: No, Adam! Adam! Wait! Adam!

Sofiane forgave his brother. Why don't you do the same?

DISHES RATTLE, WATER RUNS

FOOTFALLS ON STAIRS

- You aren't sleepy?

- Neither are you.

- I got hungry. Can I steal something?

- Yes, help yourself. There's fruit.

- Ha! No. SIGHS

Chocolate.

. . .

Karadec? - Hmm?

- You were a kid.

It's not your fault. OK?

- Ahem.

- The lab person says it's the hair and nails

of Emma Perrin that we found at Adrien's.

The gendarmes will take over.

We'll be able to go back.

OVEN BEEPS

. . .

OVEN BEEPS DETECTOR CLICKS

DETECTOR CRACKLES

. . .

- Karadec? Would it cheer you up

if we ended this investigation on a good note?

- Morgane, I asked what the hell are we doing here?

- Patience, Didi! Patience!

DOOR BANGS Come on, follow me!

Here, light me with this.

So...

Eh... There!

Good. The average dose of radioactivity in France

is 0.2 microsieverts per hour, all right?

Except that here,

the meter indicates 4.2. DETECTOR CRACKLES

That is, almost the dose of Chernobyl!

Have we seen any decaying power stations in the area?

- No. - So?

- The meter is messing up? - No! He tampered with it!

He tampered with it! Look.

Yes!

See this?

It's uraline.

It's actually glass tinted with uranium,

so it's slightly radioactive.

So what does he do?

Well, he puts it directly into the sensor,

giving credibility to his staging!

- What staging, Morgane?

- 'What staging'? The staging he bought all this gear for!

The HDMI key.

The HDMI key. The signal jammer.

The HDMI key. The signal jammer. The 100,000-lumen lamp!

This isn't stuff you buy to prepare for the apocalypse.

And the cherry on top is this:

The pot of ashes. You can't make me believe he bought it

for growing radishes, huh?

LAUGHING Huh? See what I mean? Huh?

Oh jeez, I lost you.

Oh Karadec, it's a shame you're not faster.

- Thanks for the update. - Okay, doesn't matter,

come on, give me that,

come with me to the bedroom, follow me.

Come on, follow me!

So—

—um... so, you be Emma, all right?

So Adrien is putting you up for a night,

before you hit the road again to see your husband.

Okay? Come on, you're Emma.

- Her? - Yes! Lie down.

- All right... yes yes, I get it. - It's a simulation, Karadec, come on.

- There .

So! Emma is asleep when, in the middle of the night,

a siren goes off! SNAPS FINGERS

SIREN STARTS UP

She gets up and BAM,

runs to the window to see what's going on!

And then?

ADRIEN CLICKS SWITCH

EMMA YELPS

MORGANE: She's hit by a huge flash

in the face, completely blinding her!

ADAM: Mm-hmm. - Thanks to who?

Thanks to the 100,000 lumen lamp!

So, panicking, what does she do?

she rushes to the living room. Come on!

Come on, get moving! Let's go! - Yes yes.

SIREN FADING - The living room.

She comes across Adrien in front of the TV,

watching a government alert message.

SCOFFS Which he found on the Internet.

Then, I imagine she must've said something like:

'Oh my, oh my, I need to call my husband.' EMMA: I have to call Leo.

- Only now, no more network!

- No network. Fuck, there's no network! MORGANE: As a result of—

—the signal jammer!

This guy is very good. - It's completely crazy.

- And the cherry on top: Follow me.

And here's the highlight of the show!

♪ O FORTUNA ♪ FROM CARMINA BURANA BY ORFF

THE END OF THE WORLD!

THE END OF THE WORLD!

. . .

All right, it's a bit of a mess, you have to imagine it

with the big fan above the house.

IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD!

MY GOD, IT'S THE END!

OH MY GOD!

OH MY GOD, END OF THE WORLD!

WE'RE GONNA DIE!

WHAT'S HAPPENING?

IT'S THE END OF THE WORRRLD! MY GOD-!

- OKAY! SO TO SUMMARIZE:

ADRIEN MAKES HER BELIEVE IT'S A NUCLEAR ATTACK!

CONDITIONED BY BEING A SURVIVALIST, SHE BELIEVES IT!

ADAM: Right? - Yes.

Well, do you know what to do

when you've been exposed to

a large dose of radiation? - No.

- You have to undress, and cut your hair,

and cut your nails, to limit contamination,

and take shelter.

- A shelter? What shelter?

- The one under our feet. Now we have to find where.

FOOTSTEPS

. . .

. . .

STATIC

FOOTSTEPS

SHE GASPS

Karadec, look.

- What?

BABY CRIES

. . .

EMMA: Stay back!

You'll contaminate him, stay back!

- Emma, it's the police, everything's fine.

. . .

REPORTER: The place seems deserted, yet it was here

Emma Perrin remained locked underground for almost 2 years.

MOTHER & INFANT FOUND AFTER 2 YEARS

She and her child were freed safe & sound

thanks to the tenacity of law enforcement-

MORGANE: Oh, give it up! No, wait,

I can't let you say that nonsense, 'law enforcement,' ha!

Hey, we did all the work!

Because, sorry, but between the Arras cops doing nothing for 2 years

and the gendarmes who weren't able to catch the suspect,

pardon me, but- - You are...?

- Uh, Morgane Alvaro, I'm the girl who solved the case,

from the Lille PJ!

Well, I'll explain it to you since there's no one else.

Well it actually all started with a ladybug crushed on a windshield-

- You mean she spent two years in that bunker voluntarily?

ADAM: Yes. Fournier was in love with her,

and to keep her, he set all this up.

For months he put on

an anti-radiation suit to 'look for food.'

Since she was pregnant he must not've

had much trouble convincing her to stay safe.

- What a bastard.

And do you know if she was the victim of sexual violence?

- Basically, no. He made

several advances but she always refused.

So according to her, no: no sexual assault

- Well that at least is good news. Well done, good work.

Oh, and take that mic away from Morgane before she starts a police war.

- Okay. Okay, all right.

BABY CRYING, BABYTALK

. . .

. . .

Morgane? You okay?

- Uh, yes. Yes...

SURF, SEAGULLS

. . .

- You're going to be cold!

When are you coming back? - Well, soon!

- 'See you soon' doesn't mean anything.

- Well? - Well...!

BOTH: Goodbye!

- Well, I imagine Jean-Pierre is somewhere grumbling

about the honour of the gendarmes.

Say goodbye for me?

- Ah. Here.

These are our boy's old clothes, for your little one.

They were hanging out in the attic, and I...

- Thank you. That's nice. - No, leave it-

I'll take it.

DJAMILA: And if there's anything I can do to

help you prepare for the arrival of the baby, I'm here.

-Well, I won't hide it, if you have an old carseat

or bottle warmer left, I'll take them, huh, because...

I have to close the shop for a bit, if you know what I mean!

At the same time, I tell myself that it's huge, completely changed-

- About your missing person:

Good work.

- Thank you.

- And...

about yesterday...

I didn't want to.

You know?

- It's all good, dad.

See you next time.

- (See you next time.)

MORGANE: Right, well...

I'll text you when I know who the father is, huh? Ha ha...

Shall we do it that way?

♪ SEABIRD ♪ BY THE ALESSI BROTHERS

. . .

MORGANE: No, it's Ali Baba’s cave!

Oh look, the cute little slipper!

A little handmade slipper. It's so cute!

Isn't it cute? Huh?

Your cute little legs, I imagine you with...

PRATTLING

Oh! Hey, that's handmade.

And this? Again? Oh, you had a big bunny period.

And this little fuchsia?

Why don't you wear fuchsia anymore? as a color it suits you.

- What's wrong, Morgane? - Eh?

- What is it? - Nothing.

I'm looking. - You're talking more than usual,

maybe you're avoiding telling me something?

- Uh...

Okay.

Adrien didn't kill himself. There. ♪ SEABIRD♪ STOPS

- How so?

- Emma has a scratch on her back.

On the second anti-radiation suit that we found in the bunker,

there was a snag in the same place.

She must have put it on the day before yesterday, for the first time.

She must have suspected something

when I played with the radio.

Mother of little Didi,

attention, a big boy is waiting for her at reception! LAUGHS

- Okay, it's not the right time for mom,

I repeat: not the right time for-

DOOR CREAKS, CLOSES

FABRIC TEARS - (Ah-)

SHOT

CROWS CAW

- All this to say

she's the one who killed him.

But it really sucks.

I'm telling you, the girl just spent two years underground.

No, it's not right to send her back to a prison!

So I'm thinking that,

well, if you agreed...

Let it stay between us. No?

What do you say?

- Sorry, but that’s very, very far-fetched.

I'm not following you, Morgane. - Huh? But Karadec,

the scratch on her back, the snag in the suit— what more do you want?

- It's far-fetched! Period.

- (Oh! I get it!)

(I understand!)

Okay. Actually- actually, you believe me,

but you want to act like we didn't talk about it—

—huh? Right? - Shut up.

- ((Okay!)) (Mum's the word!)

Professional secrecy!

What were we talking about again? Blip!

Shoot! I forget! Zip!

MIMICKING KEY IN LOCK...

MAKES SOARING SOUND

Plop! I threw the key in a well.

- Hmm. I- I- I understood.

GASPS - Huh?

- What is it?

- The baby kicked me!

(Look!)

(Ah!)

THEY LAUGH QUIETLY

Karadec, you don't have to go to any trouble,

I'm still able to carry a cardboard box.

- Now that I'm here, tell me where I put it.

- Okay, well, first floor, second on the right.

- Great- - Wait! If you're going there,

you can take this too. - Okay. I'm going.

- Hi, mom! - Hi!

- You're so cool, your interview's all over the internet.

You like it, huh? - Yeah. On the other hand,

take her back, I can't take it anymore. - OK. Come here, my kitten.

Come to mama. - You owe me three evenings,

it's non-negotiable! - Huh?

What d'you mean, what evenings? - I'm going!

- Ludo, what are you talking about? - You should think about buying PQ,

there's no more. - Yeah... LAUGHS TENSELY

I'm happy to see you again too. LUDO: Hi, Timothée!

- Timothée?

- Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?

- How did you know? - I saw you on TV. I blame myself!

How did I not understand all the SOS messages you sent me?

- True, you weren't very smart this time, huh?

- It was shameful of me, you mean.

I'll make up for it.

From now on, I'm here.

Hello, you! It's your dad!

- Uh... yes! - Yes yes. Kiss kiss kiss..

- Timothée? Timothée? - Kiss kiss kiss.

- Time out! Timothée? Timothée! - Kiss kiss kiss kiss

- Ha ha! This is great.

It's great, but you know there are several of you involved.

Don't feel obligated, huh?

There are other options, and...

FOOTSTEPS Maybe...

Maybe it's not... - Brigadier.

How are you? - Hello, Commander.

DAVID: Hi.

Am I disturbing? MORGANE: David?

Eh...

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