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KEEP AN EYE OUT

Chief...

I'm off to dinner.

What?

Dinner. Interested?

Interested you eat dinner, yes.

Chief Inspector Buron

No, I can't Saturday.

I promised I'd see my folks.

They're deaf, you know.

Both of them.

Deaf as posts.

With a notepad.

I write what I say on a pad.

It's hell.

So Saturday's out.

Sunday's good.

Shit, you're...

Monday's going to be a big day... I know!

Tuesday should work.

Hold on a second.

Yes?

What? I'm busy.

No, I'm in an interrogation.

Try asking Champonin.

Sorry, I can't help. You'll have to manage.

I can't help, sorry.

Sorry, Michel.

My bad.

I see my dentist Tuesday.

Sorry...

All day.

Hold on.

- What? - Sorry to interrupt.

But I'm hungry. I'm dizzy.

When'll we finish?

Can I hope to get dinner after or not?

And you can't do Wednesday?

Wednesday.

Shit, can't you cancel?

Thursday... Let me check.

Thursday's kind of tight, but I'll check.

No.

That takes us to... It's not easy.

No good?

Yes, but...

I meant something savory, a real dinner, like.

Filling.

Thursday, no. It'll be too tight.

And I'm busy all next week. Next week is screwed.

Sunday was ideal for me.

So forget it.

Sunday really suited me.

It's going to be too far off now, so forget it.

Suggest Friday.

You tried every day but Friday.

And Friday?

There you go, perfect!

Great, we'll do that.

Why didn't I think of that!

Friday at 3 pm, ok?

Take care. Love to Nadine.

You were listening.

No, but I'm here. I could hear.

It's none of my business.

No.

So, where were we?

I can forget dinner.

It'll be a long evening, so yes.

It pisses me off too. I'm not here for the fun of it.

Let's carry on.

I'll quote you...

"I saw Mr. Chevalet's corpse lying on the asphalt.

I searched his pockets for his identity papers,

then called 911

and went back up to my place."

That's what happened. I've nothing to add.

What bothers me about that is the order of events.

First the wallet, then 911.

It's illogical and confused. Explain.

Illogical...

It's simple.

I'd never seen a corpse before, so I acted haphazardly.

911 should have come

before looking for the dead guy's papers but...

Yes, all right.

"I was...

probably...

shocked...

to see...

a...

corpse

comma, so I acted...

haphazardly."

Ok?

That's it.

Your first corpse... How did you know he was dead?

I've seen lots of live people, so I compared.

No jokes, please. That way, we'll save time.

How did you know he was dead?

He was in a pool of blood.

Like a guy shot in a thriller.

So I didn't think he was asleep.

He looked like a corpse.

So you'd seen one before.

Only in novels, not for real.

"The body...

was lying...

in a pool...

of blood.

In fact...

I had...

never seen...

a corpse...

for real...

except...

in...

novels."

It sounds dumb like that.

I don't agree.

Right...

Your lady neighbor's testimony now.

Again?

It's an investigation.

Shit...

Sorry, I forgot an important family thing.

Philippe!

Can't we postpone for today?

Chief?

Those headphones isolate you.

Come here.

I can't right away.

I'm concentrating on something actually.

Come here anyway.

I have to finish this letter.

It's taken an hour actually.

I'm not into documents like this.

So I need to concentrate hard

and I'm not used to that actually.

Talking to you shatters my concentration.

I understand.

Come anyway.

I'll trash an hour's work if I get up, chief.

Apparently, it's important too.

It's for Champonin. Actually I'd like to finish.

Otherwise I'd already be over there to see you.

I can come once I finish actually.

What letter requires so much concentration?

It's confidential actually.

May I see?

Ok, fine.

Champonin asked me to do it and not tell anyone.

Actually it's confidential actually.

Can you stop saying "actually"?

It's annoying.

Sorry.

My wife says it all the time.

What's wrong with your eye?

I was born this way actually.

Does it hurt?

Dumb question.

You think I'm stupid?

It's a letter of motivation to join the police.

You're not stupid.

Champonin told me to do it and tell no one.

An order actually.

I don't question a superior's orders.

I thought it was weird too.

I'm already in the police actually, so why ask me

to write that?

I don't question orders.

Orders, of course.

If I told you to blow your brains out,

would you, as I'm your superior?

It depends on the context. If, for example...

I have a contagious, fatal disease, I think...

All right.

I get it.

For now, keep an eye

on this gentleman for 20 minutes.

- Me? - Is that doable?

- 20 minutes. - We don't postpone?

It's not interrogation à la carte.

We do it tonight.

What do I do?

What do you mean by "keep an eye on"?

Watch him. Make sure this gentleman doesn't move.

I watch him?

Ok, that's easy.

Look at me.

- Can I count on you? - Totally.

I watch him.

And concentrate on just that.

That's a rational order you have to obey.

Not that dumb letter.

Exactly.

I see the difference with an irrational order now.

Count on me.

I'm not moving.

I'm innocent.

Later.

- Hi, son. - Hi, Dad.

Want to eat?

No, I ate with a pal already.

I got you a hot-dog.

That's kind.

So...

What's new?

I'm ok. I felt like trying suicide a week ago,

but chickened out at the last minute.

I nearly jumped out the window but watched TV instead.

It put me off suicide. I want to be alive now.

How about you?

How about you?

The usual...

Cool.

Have you been working here long?

Forging complicity in order to escape?

No, just asking a question.

I look dumb with my eye, but I'm no fool.

Believe me, I don't think

you're a fool. Far from it.

I don't judge on handicaps.

I mean that people who don't look intelligent

are the most intelligent.

Yes, I agree.

Good analysis.

What was your question?

I asked how long you've been here.

There's no idea of escape, I'm just chatting.

Six months.

I totally fucked up the entry exam

but a guy falsified my score

so I'd scrape through and passed.

That was a lucky break. Great.

- Who did it? - My father actually.

Your dad...

You often say "actually".

Not then.

- You said it twice. - I know I didn't.

Think I can't see what you're up to?

You keep talking to distract me.

You're eyeing this set square.

Am I wrong?

I hadn't even noticed it.

Why eye it? It's a math tool.

It's to do graphs, sure.

You can also use it to make nice 80° angles,

actually.

But it has other uses.

For example...

Am I wrong?

I don't understand.

Sorry, I don't understand.

It'd be handy though. Imagine.

Kill me and I can't watch you.

And you could leave actually.

You're crazy. I won't kill you. I'm innocent.

A set square makes you imagine all that?

You know,

a cop considers every possibility actually.

We're scanners, permanently assessing our surroundings.

I spot a sharp set square and think...

of every possible scenario.

Then I spot... I don't know...

a pot of hot coffee. "Careful, Philippe.

Mind he doesn't pour it in your eye."

A big file there...

I get the scanner idea,

but it makes no sense.

I'm innocent, so I won't run off or kill you.

Scared to leave prints on the set square?

There's a way to leave no prints at a murder scene.

- Shall I explain? - No.

I'll explain anyway.

A guy in jail told me. It's incredible.

It's simple. Take a lighter

and heat each fingertip for a few minutes,

as if to cook the skin, without burning it.

I'm not interested. It doesn't concern me.

It's horrible.

I've tried it. It doesn't hurt.

It makes the skin softer.

It erases the little pattern.

After, your prints don't show actually.

I said this already...

I don't commit crimes.

So your technique doesn't interest me.

Chill, ok.

Chill.

I'm not accusing you, just trying to pass time actually.

Say,

want to see my badge?

Yes, I'd like that.

- I'm proud of it actually. - Fine.

Now we're acquainted, I feel you can see my badge.

You bet. I'm interested.

Don't move.

I'll take this just in case.

Where is it?

That's a tough one.

My badge...

It's not in here...

I love it so much, I hide it so no one will steal it actually.

Not here.

Say...

Shit...

You could tell your superior

I didn't kill you when I had a chance, to convince him.

I moved it last time.

Here's the damn thing.

God, I'm so proud of this!

Just wait...

Are you ok, sir?

What an idiot...

Sir...

Are you ok?

Something's up.

Shit!

Pain in the ass.

Fucking pain in the ass.

Sir!

I need to show you something.

What is it?

The Tourcher case, the minced mason in the mixer.

I'm rushed off my feet.

I'm on another case.

Just look at the photo.

I need your opinion.

Bother Champonin.

Why me?

He's not as perceptive.

That's true.

All right, show me.

That's a wall.

A nice photo of a nice wall.

A well-built wall.

What do you think this is?

You're right...

There's a thing in front of the wall.

I don't know...

It's a toe.

Or a small penis.

It's a toe. We analyzed it.

Why ask me in that case?

Honestly...

Let me explain!

The wall was built the day before, 20 km from where we found the body.

And?

Are you kidding?

No. What am I supposed to conclude?

- It's obvious. - It isn't.

It's a photo of a wall with a toe that looks like a penis!

You're annoying me!

Stupid cow!

It'll be a long night.

A long night, Fuguain.

I sleep badly,

so that gets me worked up.

So maybe we can postpone questioning for today.

It's late, you're tired, your questions won't be focused.

We'll get nowhere.

No. No one's expecting me at home anyway.

You or my radio, same difference.

I'm listening.

Can I take a piss?

What a moron.

Shit...

Fucking nightmare.

That moron with his eye...

Hey, chief inspector.

Want an oyster?

An oyster? To eat?

Yes, an oyster.

I ordered a dozen and they gave me 13.

I'm not dumping it, it's top quality.

It'd be a pity to waste it. Thanks, Franchet.

With the guys, we're watching King Kong. Interested?

I'm not into Chinese movies.

I have work on.

I won't insist.

Thanks.

All set.

Let's get back to it.

Where were we?

You wanted to review my lady neighbor's testimony.

I said, "Again?"

Exactly.

According to your neighbor, Ms. Lustrée...

Lustrain.

Carine Lustrain.

Carine Lustrain, sorry.

She says she saw you enter and leave home between midnight and 5 am.

Seven times, she says.

How does she know?

Explain.

She watches the landing day and night.

She's a bit crazy.

A noise, she opens her door.

For the elevator too.

For a noise on the stairs.

For any reason.

Sorry, there's smoke coming from you.

- Is that normal? - There's a hole.

Focus.

You were saying?

You have a hole?

I don't get it.

A hole in my chest.

That's gross.

No.

I barely notice it. All right...

Carry on. You leave home

seven times.

Out and in a lot.

Explain. I'm trying to understand.

I have nothing to hide, you'll soon see.

The first time was midnight.

A cockroach panicked my wife.

She sent me to buy bug spray.

How big was it?

No idea, I didn't see it.

I don't know.

Given her reaction, small, medium or big?

I don't know. Small... She just said,

"Kill the cockroach in the sink."

Is the cockroach important?

Does its size matter?

I decide if it's important.

So you got bug spray?

Exactly.

The first time, I left too fast

and forgot my wallet.

That happens.

Evening.

I realized on the ground floor.

So I went back up.

So we agree

that's one return trip?

Fuguain!

One return trip, yes?

- Ok? - Yes.

I went out and came straight back.

I prefer "out and in".

Why?

She saw me come out and in seven times.

That has to be our counting unit.

We'll get lost otherwise.

I prefer "round trip".

Let's carry on.

I got my wallet and went straight back out.

What was your wife doing?

Waiting and watching TV.

At the store, I had an urge to buy potato chips.

I bought a bag.

They had no roach spray, so I got a mosquito one.

It cost me around 10 euros.

Ok.

Did you go straight home

or loiter on the street?

Straight home.

I don't loiter and I had a roach to kill.

All right, carry on.

I'm off, I've finished.

And I'm just starting. See you tomorrow.

No, I'm pregnant actually.

Pregnant?

I have tests tomorrow to check on the egg actually.

Shit.

The jerk never said.

The thing is we wanted to surprise you actually.

But I'm bursting to tell people actually.

Can I give him a kiss?

Of course.

Where is he?

Your colleague with one...

Yes, Philippe.

My husband actually.

I see.

He was watching me. He was doing a great job.

Everything was normal.

We chatted, he was charming.

Congratulations on the baby.

Screw that. Where is he?

The thing is, at one point he doubled up.

He had stomach cramps,

like indigestion.

Shit, the sushi at lunch.

Yes, exactly.

He said, "The sushi at lunch actually."

Shit, my fault.

The sushi downstairs?

It's really fresh.

Sushi I made actually.

Shit.

I invented a recipe from the Net actually.

And?

Well, the thing is, he left.

In a rush.

I couldn't even...

I couldn't ask where he went.

He'll be at home actually. I'm off actually.

Thanks.

Is everyone saying "actually" every few seconds?

I noticed too. You're right.

Where's it from?

It must be a fad.

You think so? A fad?

It's annoying.

It ends up meaning nothing.

"Actually..."

All right.

You return from the store.

Yes, I do that.

I go straight back.

My wife had dozed off,

the show was interesting so I sat and ate my chips.

Does she often doze off in front of the TV?

Nearly every evening.

I usually put her to bed, but I had my chips.

And it was interesting.

Ok.

Happy you did this to me?

Rubbish!

You tripped up. Don't blame me.

I blame you! I was showing you my badge actually.

I don't care about your badge.

Alone, I'd have never shown my badge!

So I blame you if I fell.

You'll pay.

I'm not paying a thing!

What's going on?

Just the TV talking to itself.

Weird.

I'll call a repair guy next time.

Go back to sleep, baby.

After,

I sprayed the whole kitchen.

As it was for mosquitoes,

I used a lot so it'd kill bigger insects.

Not a bad idea.

What time was it by then?

I really don't know.

An hour after I bought the chips.

I don't know.

And then?

Then the damn spray got jammed, no idea why.

Meaning?

It wouldn't stop. It was jammed.

The stuff kept spraying out.

Ok.

I decided to open the window to air the room.

Like a jerk,

I hit a flowerpot on the windowsill.

It shattered in the yard 5 floors below.

This is so pedestrian.

Why?

Because

it's just a totally boring chain of events.

The flowerpot, the TV,

the roach, your wife asleep,

the bug spray, the chips...

Every word is true.

I made a pot fall.

I can't make it a fridge to liven up the story.

No, of course not.

I've never been bored so shitless in an interrogation.

But carry on anyway.

That's not very kind.

It's just the truth.

Yes, of course.

Don't get upset.

I'm not upset.

You are.

It's your life.

No need to feel guilty.

Let's carry on.

After that...

I went out again to clean the mess in the yard.

With a dustpan and brush?

Pedestrian objects, I know. Sorry.

They're all you can use.

You're wrong.

They make mini-vacuum cleaners now...

Carry on.

It's not important.

How long will I be in the locker?

Who cares? You're dead.

I'm interested actually.

It's not interesting.

That makes

two return trips.

No, three.

You're right.

My mistake, I'm tired actually.

I lose my focus.

Your crap story, plus the exhaustion...

Actually, I need a pick-me-up.

Some coffee actually.

It's time.

Three times "actually".

I heard myself.

- Coffee? - No.

Could I stand to stretch my legs?

Of course.

Yes, Guy.

Can you bring me a coffee, please?

I'm in an interrogation.

Yes, I know.

Philippe's sick.

Some horrible stomach thing.

Usually, after 8, it's Muriel.

Can't you bring me a coffee?

All right, forget it.

So that's two round trips?

No, three. I told you it was three.

Out of seven.

You forgot the dustpan and brush and went back down for them?

Not at all.

I went up and put my wife to bed.

What time was it?

I can't remember.

An hour and a half

after I bought the bug spray maybe.

I don't know.

Carry on.

After I put her to bed,

I went out again to breathe.

To breathe?

My head was spinning from the bug spray.

So I went out

for some fresh air.

If I may be so bold,

not fresh air.

Fresh air is in the mountains or at the sea.

Not here.

I wasn't going to the mountains at night without telling my wife.

I went out for some fresh air.

No, I just told you.

There was too much spray, you went out to breathe.

Like I said.

I first said I went out to breathe.

Another thing bothers me.

You said you don't like to loiter on the street.

That's exactly what you were doing.

I went out to breathe, not to loiter.

That's when you found Chevalet's corpse in a pool of blood.

No, not yet.

The street was quiet.

Some noise in the distance.

A party somewhere.

My breath formed mist in the cold.

So I pretended to smoke.

Why?

Because it's fun.

I do that on cold days.

Don't you?

Sure, when I was two and a half.

I still do it, I'm not ashamed.

I never said it was shameful. Why justify yourself?

Got a spare cigarette?

A cigarette.

You're the one-eyed cop's wife?

You know Philippe?

He's my husband. How did you know?

It's because I...

I don't know him.

I know him, but not yet.

You wouldn't understand.

Try anyway.

I'll meet him in the future.

Not really the future...

How can I put it?

You'll meet him in the future. I follow.

Ok, but it's not really the future.

We're in my past memories...

Besides,

I'll be meeting him in an awkward situation.

Really? What?

So...

What awkward situation will you meet my husband in?

Tell me.

How can I put it?

I'm accused of murder.

Well, not just yet.

I will be in three days.

I'll meet your husband during questioning.

You can pop in to say hi. I work there too actually.

We'll meet there.

Who did you kill?

No one.

I found a dead guy.

Going home,

tonight, I'll find a guy in a pool of blood.

As I'll be calling 911 first,

I'm the main suspect.

It's that dumb.

Don't call 911 and you won't be suspected.

Yes.

Good idea.

But it's happened, so I can't go back.

I don't get it.

First it's in the future,

then it's in the past. It's not easy.

Fuguain!

Fuguain!

You blanked out.

Yes, totally. Forgive me.

You were saying you pretended to smoke.

Yes, exactly.

I was pretending.

No one was around.

I went in as I was freezing my tits off.

Same thing.

You'll find me picky, but tits are for women.

Another word for boobs.

For women. You mean you were freezing your nuts off.

No.

My chest was cold, all this part.

The torso is what I meant.

My testicles weren't cold.

All right.

So that's four return trips?

Yes, four.

"After...

having...

pretended to smoke alone in the street...

I returned home...

I returned...

home...

because...

my chest was cold.

chest...

was cold."

It's funny. As I watch you,

I'm starting to think

that you're just a fool.

A fool at the wrong time in the wrong place.

Really?

I can't see you

killing a guy.

Certainly not with an iron.

That's violent.

Thank you, chief inspector.

Your first kind words. I feel better.

I'm touched.

Careful!

It's a feeling I'm getting, nothing concrete.

Even so.

You're saying I may be innocent.

Things can change fast.

Understand?

Where's my lighter?

It was here.

Seen my lighter?

Here it is!

It had fallen.

It was by your feet actually.

Is this what stinks?

My lighter stinks.

It does.

It stinks.

Really stinks.

It smells of singed pig.

Singed?

Smell it. I'm not mad.

It smells of lighter.

May I?

No.

I'm still in that interrogation.

Don't worry.

You know what he's like.

He's at the doctor's about his gut.

Don't shout.

I'll call you later.

Please...

I'll call you.

What happens if I faint with hunger?

You think you're that hungry?

Not only do I think it,

I keep telling you I'm that hungry.

The beauty of a sleeping city.

I chose this job to live at night.

Jesus...

There are lights.

Everything is quiet.

It's poetic.

I can't appreciate poetry right now.

I'm getting stomach cramps. Could we hurry up and finish?

I'll relate a personal experience.

We'd done a chopper flight like most tourists.

But the chopper crashed.

The pilot and my friend died.

I was left alone on a desert island.

Alone. Totally alone.

You didn't have your lung hole then.

No, I didn't.

How did you know?

I can see there isn't a hole in your chest actually.

You see what I'm telling you?

Yes, really clearly.

No...

I don't see what you tell me.

I see you in a blue shirt, looking tired, on a beach and all.

That's incredible.

Yes, it's true.

I look tired because I haven't eaten for three days.

Three days spent looking.

Ever gone three days without eating?

Then what?

The rescuers arrived, they fed me

and I came home.

End of story.

Ok.

You're not alone. Others have known worse hunger.

In worse conditions too.

Ok, thanks for the lecture.

I experienced something similar as a kid.

Not as extreme, I bet.

It was.

Maybe even worse.

I was a child.

Go on.

One minute.

I was at my uncle's in the south.

I was seven or so.

There was this dog I loved.

I hated seeing him tied to his kennel.

So, one day, I freed him.

I removed his collar and he left.

For some reason, rather than go after him,

I tried on his collar.

I see nothing you tell me.

What did you look like?

A child...

Nothing special.

My uncle was furious at me.

As punishment, I stayed tied up for a week.

The dog's food lasted two days.

After, I had to eat dirt.

I know what hunger is.

You made that up.

You did too.

That desert island doesn't ring true.

True, I was pulling your leg.

To apologize...

You asked for savory.

That's kind.

I'm not a monster.

You need to eat.

I open it?

It's for you.

Can I get my bucket?

Your bucket?

I left it here last night,

after work.

I put it in a locker

so no one steals it. May I?

I won't bother you long.

You're not bothering us.

We're taking a break.

Daniel!

Were you ever really hungry?

Hungry?

Yes.

Hungry, you know.

I've been hungry loads of times.

I mean a moment of extreme hunger.

When you couldn't...

I don't know.

Odd question.

We're sharing hunger stories here.

If you can't remember...

I can't think of anything.

But...

I'll think about it for next time.

All right...

I'll leave you to it.

Alzheimer's.

I test him to see how far gone he is actually.

Why are you so pale?

I felt hot for a second, but I'm ok.

Let's carry on. That coffee...

We were up to four trips.

I think the sea food cut me.

You ate it wrong.

I'm not used to rocky food.

Right...

Where were we?

On getting back, I found the door ajar.

Suspense, Fuguain!

This is a real thriller.

Let me guess. A burglar?

I thought that too.

When I found the bed empty,

I understood.

My wife sleepwalks. She went out while I was pretending to smoke.

It happens now and then.

Ok.

What'll happen to my husband? I need to know actually.

Stop coming to see me.

It's not right, seeing each other in my memories.

I need to know. I'm expecting his child.

You'll soon see.

I took her home,

put her to bed quietly and turned the light off.

That's five return trips. Nearly there.

Your wife sleepwalking at night

is the best part of your story so far.

Carry on. Sixth trip.

Much less interesting. I went down to move my car.

I had to move it as I was on a reserved space.

Yes, it's not interesting.

Six, so we're at the last one.

The seventh return trip. The one we're interested in.

I'm listening.

So...

I put on my pajamas and drank some milk.

I brushed my teeth.

And I went to bed.

The taste of toothpaste after milk doesn't bother you?

No, not at all.

Carry on.

It was really hot...

I couldn't find the right position, I wasn't comfortable.

Excuse me.

It was so cold earlier, your breath formed mist.

And now it was hot?

I'd turned the heating on actually.

My stupid questions

check the coherence of your story.

So, am I coherent?

Yes.

- It's ok? - Yes.

I heard a cry, like someone being attacked.

Indeed.

I heard it.

You heard it?

You can't see but you hear?

I'm in your memory now.

I see and hear you.

So you...

You see me doing this?

Of course. Don't be rude.

Ok...

Go on. Be serious.

I heard a second cry,

more violent.

Yes. And?

I wanted to go and see.

I took a weapon.

- The iron? - Yes.

It was all I found.

I put on a coat and went out.

With the iron?

Yes.

So...

You leave your place and find Mr. Chevalet's corpse

in a pool of blood outside your building

on the street.

Exactly.

Ok. Carry on.

As I said earlier,

I searched his pockets for his ID.

Go on.

I reached into his pocket.

I found his wallet.

I opened it and found his ID card.

And you called 911.

Do it.

- For real? - Yes.

For real in your memory, ok. Go on.

It's ringing.

The time?

Frankly, I...

Thank you for answering so fast.

The thing is, I'm calling

as there's a corpse outside my building.

Yes, with blood and everything.

My first corpse, but I'm not mistaken.

No, I'm innocent.

However, I have the deceased's identity.

I can give you his name.

A different operator.

The address.

He hung up too soon.

But last time I gave the address.

Ok.

You go back up.

Yes.

I thought should I wait by the corpse

or go back up?

I was tired, so I went up.

You called 911

and left the scene to go to bed.

Yes, I was tired.

He's dead. I couldn't help.

My wife might sleepwalk,

it was cold, so I went up.

You were tired.

So tired, you left your iron.

That wasn't smart.

You don't take one out every day.

Forgetting it isn't so crazy.

I hear you, but you have to admit

that leaving an iron next to a corpse with a split skull

may look confusing, right?

I admit that.

I admit it.

I went back up,

lay down next to my sleeping wife...

and heard the police arrive.

After that...

I can't remember. I guess I dozed off.

Are you there?

Am I talking alone?

Chief inspector?

Have you gone?

Am I talking alone?

Chief inspector?

I'm here, yes.

Sorry.

It's cos I'm tired actually.

We're making headway.

Can I go home now?

No.

No what?

I've changed my mind.

About what?

I've listened to you.

It's a neatly trussed story. But my cop instinct

feels it's too neatly trussed. I don't buy it.

Too neatly trussed? Seriously?

You're misusing an expression.

You truss poultry.

You're my main suspect. Start again.

Seriously? Again?

Yes, exactly.

What is it? The iron?

The iron and other tiny details.

Champonin!

You don't often come this far.

I have something for you actually.

The autopsy report.

I went through it.

It took 2 hours 45.

It's surprising.

You'll like it.

What is it? The minced mason case?

No, the Chevalet death.

That's my case.

Why do you read my autopsy reports?

I love them.

I found it, I was curious and I couldn't put it down.

Listen carefully.

I'll save you time.

The doctor is 100% categorical.

Chevalet wasn't murdered.

He had a sudden digestive hemorrhage.

The pool of blood...

He vomited it.

The split skull

was from when he fell back.

There! Thank you!

Calm down, Fuguain.

Explain the hemorrhage.

A digestive hemorrhage.

I'll sum it up.

He's walking along calmly

when, suddenly,

the inside of his gut explodes.

Everything bursts!

Pancreas, intestines, liver...

It all explodes!

The pressure makes it rise up.

He vomits 3 liters of blood from the mouth.

In one go. A real geyser!

Horrible...

Yes, horrible.

Then he spits it all on the ground.

As the jerk keeps walking, he slips in his blood.

Wham, he falls back and splits his skull open.

Sudden death. End of story.

End of story, exactly.

How about that...

You're kidding me!

I'm not.

It's all in the report.

I'm free then?

You need a good sleep.

Right...

Say...

I'm free now?

Yes, but...

Who'd imagine a guy exploding from the inside?

Your trussed chicken?

I trust my cop instinct, I'm sorry.

Look at this.

What is it?

It was here on the floor.

Right here.

It's an eye.

An eye?

Yes.

In my opinion,

it's Philippe's eye.

- My Philippe? - Same color.

Exact same.

I'm almost sure it's his eye.

The same faraway look.

What?

How about that, Fuguain?

I can explain.

Come on!

I'm innocent, then?

Who cares, it's a hit!

It's a hit!

A hit!

We start the scene,

we do the lines

and I see he's really eating the hot-dog.

He's chewing away.

Gross.

It caused a blank.

I wait till he finishes eating.

What a drag.

I prefer to eat for real.

It helps stay in character.

You know, we've all noticed this...

When you eat,

it's the only time you act well.

Try eating hot-dogs for the whole play.

So, how would you do it?

You'd pretend to eat? You'd mime?

Sure.

People are too far to see.

The front row can see.

The audience is too far.

I have a way to eat and say my lines.

I take a bite for real,

then spit out what I've bitten,

discreetly

throw it on the floor

and people think I'm eating.

It takes as long as eating.

You speak your line with an empty mouth

and it means you save time.

No time lost chewing.

You keep the rhythm going.

I broke the rhythm?

It made me lose focus.

Yeah?

There's the risk of belching too.

If you eat while acting, the food's bound to repeat.

No actor wants to belch

on stage.

Shit...

Bruno Lazare was there and liked half the play.

He just rated it.

The Time-In critic?

- Great. He's merciless. - He hates everything.

I hope it was my half.

Stupid...

What does he say exactly?

Nothing. He says, "Eye on a Culprit,

part brilliant, part labored."

What a jerk!

It's labored and brilliant, that's what's good.

He cuts it into halves.

Where's the middle for him?

Calm down, guys.

Time-In is good for us.

And for the play.

People will focus on "brilliant".

Brilliant. Let's drink.

To Time-In.

To Lazare.

I wanted to tell you

I was delighted to take part.

Even if I was hungry all the time,

it wasn't easy...

I have to admit, I didn't know I was on stage.

Thinking back, I know

it'll be an unforgettable memory.

So I'd like to thank you because...

Thank you.

Good night!

Goodbye.

Right now,

what can I say?

So say nothing.

But I want to...

Goodbye.

And thank you. It was great.

No, Fuguain, I'm afraid.

No thank yous.

We start again at dawn.

You'll have a good night in a cell.

Take him.

This is absurd.

What about the play?

And all the actors?

Get some rest, Fuguain!

KEEP AN EYE OUT

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