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Have a nice evening.

Bye!

Ma'am?

I forgot you! Thanks.

You're welcome.

Yoo-hoo. we're home!

There you are!

Hey, what's all that?

Retail therapy!

Morgane, sharing rent doesn't mean you have to blow what's left.

Yes, but I have...

a gift for you!

Napalm Decapitation? Awesome!

Size S?

Motivation for the diet you're going on.

Wait, check these out.

- Kind of loud. - Gorgeous, aren't they?

She shortchanged me a stamp!

You're a pain with your fixations.

Chloé will be grumpy all evening.

Mom's right, we've escaped poverty but we can still be thrifty.

Hey, we didn't live under a bridge!

It isn't the money, it's the principle. I want my stamp!

Yoo-hoo! Anyone here?

Yoo-hoo, anyone here?

Yeah, someone's here.

HIP HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

Hi. Thanks.

Hi.

- OK, Gilles? - Hello, Major.

What have we got?

Séverine Montier, 45.

Shoe saleswoman. Her body was found in her store.

I should warn you,

the crime scene has been... compromised.

Compromised?

Compromised.

Compromised...

What the hell's going on?

Well, I didn't have time to tell you...

Morgane found the body.

Let Mommy work.

No! Come with me.

Hello, Major. Excuse me.

You need to explain how come...

Go on, Bonnemain, we're listening.

The victim's throat was cut from left to right with a blade.

Meaning the murderer is right-handed.

Do you mind if I...?

Mom, these are too tight.

Théa, I'm working here. Sort it out yourself!

So, what else?

The blade was very sharp.

Probably a knife or scissors.

Or the Stanley knife, carelessly left here?

So what have we got?

Weapon found at the scene. Unpremeditated.

Security video reveals nothing

so the murderer must have entered by the emergency exit.

Right, Bonnemain, get that knife to the lab,

send me the report sharpish.

Hello!

Stop. Morgane!

Since when do you give the orders?

Since it was my case!

Your case? You're a consultant, remember.

You need my permission to enter a crime scene.

Without my genius, there's be no crime scene and no body.

So there!

And you know what? I knew the victim.

We were close, actually.

I've asked the owner of the store opposite.

She knew the victim, she didn't see anyone enter the store.

She says Séverine Moutier was out of sorts today.

You knew Séverine?

Yes.

Do you know this lady?

No.

No? Are you sure?

Thank you very much.

Find more witnesses.

- Come this way. - I'll see you out.

The victim's fiancé is here.

Stan Delgado, 39, guitar teacher.

The wedding was in ten days so he's a bit shaken up.

Thanks.

Daphné!

Hi, Major Karadec, Crime Squad.

What are you doing?

I'll be invisible.

Not a word, or else.

Go on.

This is the film I wanted to show you.

For my marriage proposal.

We met a year ago in her store.

It was love at first sight.

For my proposal, I chose Dario Moreno.

Her favorite singer.

Did she have any enemies?

Not as far as I know, everyone loved her.

Where were you at 1pm?

At home, calling up

some sparkling wine suppliers,

comparing prices.

We didn't have much money for the wedding

but we wanted a lovely celebration.

Stop the charade, the wedding was off.

Either she'd ditched you or was about to.

You know what she ate at lunch?

Cheesecake, a cookie, sushi and a soda:

2300 calories.

Ten days before wearing a wedding dress?

I don't think so!

She'd cancelled the wedding.

So had you split up?

Far from it!

You think she wanted to leave me?

Morgane was right.

Séverine Moutier's caterer says she called today to cancel the buffet.

She was about to leave her fiancé. Any friction between them?

Not as far as we know, the staff at the mall

didn't mention anything.

Keep an eye on him.

Is that all?

If the guy looked more like Maître Gims than Julien Doré, he'd be behind bars!

That has nothing to do with it!

We've got nothing against him.

Maybe the fiancé isn't the problem.

Séverine's ex-husband has beer? calling every day for two weeks.

Maybe there's something between them. We should pay him a visit.

His address?

In Rubrouck, Séverine's hometown. It's an hour away.

OK.

Major, may I have a word before you go?

Sure.

Word from IGPN about the shots you fired in Malo-les-Bains.

The investigation has been given to Major Roxane Ascher.

I knew her at police college.

And?

She won't let you off lightly.

It'll be fine, we stick to our strategy:

say as little as possible and plead self-defense.

OK.

Did you tell Morgane?

- No. - You should.

Major Ascher wants to interview her.

Our victim's ex-husband lives miles away.

Turn right at the next roundabout.

You've gone wrong.

AFTER the roundabout.

Next turn.

In 300 meters, do a U-turn.

I didn't say a word.

You're all over the place, Karadec, are you all right?

Why wouldn't I be?

You tell me.

Did someone filch your hand gel?

Too much gluten for breakfast?

Or maybe it's your secrets with Céline.

I’ve got my own theories.

Everything's fine! Now let me concentrate.

I love being in a car with you when you're grumpy.

Seriously, it's in my top ten of things I love in life.

- Care to hear the other nine? - No thanks.

No.9 is Koh-Lanta pizza night,

especially when the guy who just got thrown out makes a surprise return.

No.8 is managing to type in a super long wi-fi code first time.

No.7 is when Michelle

- now a traffic cop because she drinks - tears up my parking tickets...

Stop! You're right, I have something to tell you.

There you go.

No charge, pass the charger from the glove box.

The charger.... I forgot to mention...

I lent it to Ludo because his is broken.

If you're looking for your spare battery,

I'm not sure Théa gave it back.

Give me your phone.

I forgot it.

I'll charge my phone here on the way.

Stay here.

- Hello. - Hello.

Could you please charge my phone?

That depends. Are you going to order anything?

Hello?

Yes.

Wait, wait!

Police! Stick 'em up!

Stupid cow.

If you're staying, you need to order food.

Stop! Stop!

Stop, I said!

Stop!

Stop! Are you Séverine Moutier's sister?

That ringtone was Dario Moreno.

Who's a fan of Dario Moreno outside of retirement homes?

Nobody! If you dig him so much you want to hear him with every incoming call,

one of your parents got you into him as a kid, right?

The only 40-year-old I know who's a fan of Dario Moreno is also from Rubrouck.

So I figure there's every chance she's your sister.

So, am I right?

Did she send you

Tell her she's wasting her time. We don't want to see her.

Fine. She's dead.

But how...?

She was murdered this morning. I didn't mention, I work with the cops.

Are you crazy, telling her like that?

I knew it would end badly.

That money is a curse.

Money?

What money?

Aren't you eating the andouillette?

You should, you know.

You know Mitterrand stopped here for the Liévin commemoration

and ordered one.

I've never seen anyone enjoy an andouillette so much in my life!

I'm vegetarian.

Ah, eat a few bits of sausage, then.

I'll give it back in a second.

Call for you.

That'll be 28.70 euros.

Karadec, I've got a huge scoop!

- Where are you? - With the victim's sister.

Séverine Moutier was loaded. Guess what, she...

Won the lottery?

How did you know?

I'm so mad at missing out on that!

So, to sum up.

Five years ago, Séverine and her ex win a fortune.

It goes to their heads and they fall out with everyone,

proving that money makes you stupid.

But after a while, Séverine begins to tire of life as a Kardashian.

Then two years ago, she gets divorced, drops everything and moves to Lille

where she takes a job as a sales girl in a mall.

Why? Search me!

She tells no one about the dough, neither friends nor fiancé.

Which is weird, right?

Shit, you know something.

Maybe.

Karadec, you know something and you're not telling me! Why?

Because I stole your car?

Because of the chargers, is that it?

Because I broke the flashing light!

Shit, no, you didn't know that.

So I needn't have told you.

It's everything, Morgane!

The chargers, the car, the flashing light,

bringing your family to a crime scene... your whole body of work!

You're such a drama queen, I swear.

What?

"Your whole body of work"!

I didn't know I had one.

Come on, Karadec!

We played for our ten years together

and won 12 million, tax-free.

- Care for some? - No, thanks.

- Whisky? - I'd love some!

No.

Brought back from Japan.

8000 a bottle.

We had some good times together.

Michelin-starred restaurants, luxury hotels, travel...

I can't believe she's dead.

What made Séverine decide to put it all behind her?

She said the money had made her lose everything that mattered to her.

People change when you have money.

Some think you should be giving them more,

others are jealous..

Séverine wanted a simpler life but you didn't?

Is that why you decided to divorce?

Yes... Well..

You could put it like that, yes.

We split the money

and parted as good friends, each to his own life.

Each to his own life.

What about the 30 calls to her these past two weeks?

Why were you harassing her?

Because our Didier was broke!

The packs of sugar are all different.

Sachets stolen from cafés?

There used to be a table, right there.

Something heavy. Maybe marble, worth a fortune.

You were forced to sell it.

You were hassling Séverine for money. Am I right?

Not bad.

But you missed the most interesting bit.

The postnup contract stipulated that unless Séverine remarried,

Didier was the sole heir of the 5 million she hadn't yet spent.

Right?

Crazy! Five million, untouched for two years.

And her checking account?

None of the expenses exceed 30 euros.

I don't know how she did it. If I was her,

I'd have bought a yacht, or a hairless cat.

What would I buy with 5 million?

Has he confessed?

Not yet.

We'll check his alibi.

Keep him overnight, see if he talks.

OK, will do.

Come here.

What's up with Karadec?

He's never out of Céline's office and he's even stiffer than usual.

I don't know.

It's plain as day you're lying!

- I don't know. - What's going on?

I don't know!

Bet the ex-multi millionaire isn't too pleased with himself.

I know someone...

- What's up with Karadec? - Nothing.

Up here. Gilles, your eyes!

Look me in the eye.

What's going on with Ka-ra-dec?

What?

He's being investigated by IGPN for shooting a civilian.

He could be reprimanded or suspended.

Really?

Shit.

Why didn't you tell me?

About what?

The IGPN investigation.

It didn't come up.

In three months? Are you taking the pi

I was with you when it all kicked off.

I know.

Don't you think we should talk about it over a drink?

I'm talking to you!

A mango lassi?

OK, a fizzy apple juice.

How does that sound?

Morgane, go home, Ludo and the kids are waiting for you.

OK, good vibes.

Nice.

What do you call a baby horse?

And the mare? It's a foal.

He might get fired.

a disaster!

Relax, cops are never fired.

What's in here?

Blu-Tack.

What are you doing?

Hiding the crack with this frame.

Seriously, what will he do if he isn't a cop?

Stop freaking out about Karadec.

Say, check out the cute guy!

The T-shirt looks good, right?

A baby dromedary.

The T-shirt suits you.

I need to pull my tummy in but still.

A baby duuck is a can... can...

a can...

- The cannelé! - Cannelé?

Look after Chloé, I need to go. I love you, bye!

Caneton!

I love you all, have fun!

I just left Didier Moutier's, the neighbors confirm

he was at home, he's not the murderer.

OK, thanks, Gilles.

Yoo-hoo, guess who!

Maybe Alvaro? Since you asked me to come here.

Yep.

You're late, I don't know why I mention it.

But I've got something to cheer you up.

Oh?

Do you like cannelé?

Yeah.

Come on.

Ah, I knew it. They've been fibbing!

Séverine's sister and brother-in-law

said they hadn't seen her for two years. My ass!

They had this box in their car.

So they were in this mall, an hour away from where they live,

meaning they were seeing Séverine.

Excuse me a moment.

Have you seen these people lately?

Maybe not him but she came for lunch

with Séverine earlier this week.

About time too!

For a "best friend", you're pretty obstcructive!

Well, you didn't ask.

Thank you, ma'am.

Hello, Daphné?

Why didn't you ask her?

Get what you can on the victim's sister. Thanks.

I'm kind of surprised.

It's a pretty standard question. I'd have asked her.

Put the phone down.

Imagine you're facing an IGPN panel.

Why were you on that dune when Major Karadec fired?

As part of the investigation?

No, it was a naturist beach. You know the Major.

- Always eager to strip off! - Morgane!

Yes, as part of an investigation.

We didn't got to some backwater on a Sunday

to make sand pies!

Then what?

Then five guys turned up and it all kicked off.

What were they like? Were they armed?

No, they were Buddhist monks.

They started drawing a mandhala in the sand,

talking about world peace, sipping an Ayurvedic drink.

For some reason Karadec flipped and began firing...

You know the Major's job is on the line?

We were in Malo-les-Bains working on a case.

Five guys attacked us.

Our physical safety was under threat.

Karadec fired in self-defense.

- How does that sound? - Good.

Yes?

Sorry to bother you. I think I have something.

Maxence Duprés, the victim's sister's son,

died in a road accident three years ago.

So?

I've looked into the circumstances.

He left the A26 riding at 200km/h on a Yamaki R1M.

So?

Yamakis are high-end motorocycles. That one cost 80,000 euros.

I checked and guess who bought it three days before the kid's death?

Séverine.

Séverine bought him a bike the day he got his license.

He'd ridden..

maybe 20 times in his life.

She gave him something that goes over 300km/h.

Is that why she suddenly packed it all in?

Feelings of guilt?

I don't know.

A witness saw you having lunch with her two days before she died.

Why didn't you tell us?

When my son died, I promised my husband I'd never see her again.

She called me last week.

She wanted to get back in touch.

She's my sister after all.

We just had lunch, she told me...

she was getting married again

and wanted me to be there.

So you were making your peace?

Yes.

Does this look like a reconciliation?

She became aggressive with me.

It was going well then she suddenly began to insult me.

What were you arguing about?

Money.

What else?

She'd become so paranoid about it.

She said it was the only reason I'd come for lunch.

Because I was after her millions.

What the hell do I care about her money?

The fucking money that killed my son.

I didn't kill her.

swear I didn't kill her.

Video footage from the mall corroborates the suspect's account.

Lunch suddenly turns ugly when Magali returns from the bathroom.

Without sound, it's hard to say who's attacking who.

Magali's husband called, his wife wasn't with him at the time of the murder.

Might she be a murderer? She has a motive and no alibi.

But why now?

She lost her son two years ago.

Keep the suspect in custody till we have more details.

me for your meeting with IGPN.

Morgane, do you remember?

Yes.

No pointless details.

Answer "yes, no, precisely"!

How do you feel?

Like I'm aboiit to have open-heart surgery with a pneumatic drill.

Sorry for being late. Major Roxane Ascher, how do you do?

This way, please.

Sit down.

Now then.

Where are my notes?

There... here we are.

So you've been working as a consultant for Major Karadec

for 6 months?

Precisely.

I gather that

you were with him on 17 March last year for a case in Malo-les-Bains.

Yes, he bugged me to go with him so...

Precisely.

Your investigation...

put you on the trail of a suspect in a remote area.

Precisely.

You didn't wait for backup?

We were just checking something.

We had no idea we were going to run into those nutjobs.

The four individuals involved in the altercation?

Precisely.

So it was an unprovoked attack?

Zero provocation at all. Zero!

An eyewitness says the Major drew his gun and fired.

Precisely.

Would you describe it as a proportionate response?

Seriously proportionate!

They were threatening our physical safety.

One was trying to strangle me.

Threatening you... with weapons?

Precisely, yes!

With iron bars, handguns,

rifles..

Firearms?

Yes, lots of them!

Thanks for your time, Mrs Alvaro.

Sorry again for being late my youngest

has an ear infection. I couldn't find a babysitter.

Tell me about it, I've got three kids.

Three? Wow!

Yet you find time to run off to Malo-les-Bains?

What's your secret?

Their father. We weren't together at the time

but he had them for the school holiday.

It was a lucky break!

Thanks for your input, Mrs Alvaro.

Great. So we're done?

I'll contact you if I have any other questions.

Precisely!

Hey, I smashed it! Seriously, I was awesome.

You stuck to the script?

No frills. Just yes, no, precisely.

You're freaking out for nothing. She's nice.

Roxane Ascher, nice?

Bigtime! We chatted about our kids.

What?

She has no kids.

No kids? What about the son with the ear infection?

That fucking bitch. Shit!

She's up to something. Did you say anything compromising?

Not at all!

We chatted about having kids and finding time to go to Malo-les-Bains.

I told her it was the school holidays, the kids were with their dad.

It's hardly a secret.

School holidays?

Dates for the school break, zone B.

The judge gave the go-ahead on the 17th.

It avoided mentioning you'd started the day before.

The break began on the 16th.

If you told Major Ascher,

she knows we were investigating illegally for 24 hours.

Spiders are oviparous.

They lay their eggs in a silk cocoon...

He could be reprimanded or suspended.

You know the Major's job is on the line?

Admit it, the police wasn't a good idea.

Lunch turns ugly when Magali returns from the bathroom.

Sorry, I thought you were miles away.

Never mind, I'm going to bed.

Lunch turns ugly when Magali returns from the bathroom.

Some of us are trying to work!

What's going on?

Have you figured something out?

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault, we shouldn't have asked you to lie.

Of course it's my fault.

If I hadn't screwed up with that IGPN bitch...

You wouldn't be here we didn't work together.

But you're worth a few inconveniences, Morgane.

Although having my car stolen isn't in my top 10.

Something doesn't fit with the bathroom.

What?

OK.

Thanks.

She pissed for too long.

Sorry, what?

I mean she took too long to come back from the john.

The reunion between Magali and her sister starts well,

then Magali goes to the john,

when she comes back, their peace-pipe lunch gees downhill.

Magali has no idea why, so something happened in the meantime.

At 12:36, Magali goes to the john.

She doesn't know the way, it's her first visit.

And at the first junction, she takes a second to read the sign.

41 seconds after leaving the table, Magali reaches the bathroom.

She spends four minutes there, doing her business

before returning to the table.

Arriving at 12.43, 56 seconds later.

See what I'm getting at?

So her return trip takes 15 seconds longer.

Hey, you're good at mental arithmetic!

Precisely!

Which makes no sense, she knows the way.

That's true.

Maybe something happened in a blind spot.

Maybe.

But where?

Let's retraee her footsteps.

So, bathroom to escalator:

22 seconds.

Escalator

to store: 14 seconds.

Then... it bugs out.

She stayed here for 15 seconds.

Why?

Why don't we ask her?

Hi.

Wakey-wakey!

What did you get up to at the mall on your way back from the John?

What?

During lunch

with your sister, you went for a pee and stopped outside a dry-cleaner's.

What were you doing?

Tell us, it's important.

Returning from the bathroom...

ran into my daughter's guitar teacher

and said hello.

Guitar teacher.

The guitar teacher... The fiancé! I knew it!

He whined too much to be honest.

- Recognize him? - Yes, that's him.

I know who it is.

You knew your sister was marrying this man.

He denied knowing your sister was rich.

He worked for you, he must have known.

So your sister accused you of being after her money

because she saw you talking to him

and thought you were in cahoots to squeeze money out of her.

The story of a guitar player

who dreams of the high life.

In reality he's struggling, selling two-bit lessons to useless kids.

Then one day, he hears about a girl

who has won the lottery.

So he fixes up a way to meet her, wins her over, proposes to her,

all the time pretending he doesn't kno.w she's loaded.

Everything goes smoothly

until one day, out of the past

springs the fiancé's sister, who runs into him and greets him.

Séverine sees it all.

She thinks, they’re in cahoots. Stan has been lying to her.

If he knows her sister, then he knows she's rich.

Very rich!

Her heart in pieces,

our girl in love cancels the wedding,

threatening to expose the impostor!

So...

the guitarist reveals his true face!

At which point...

He eliminates her.

Hello, you.

He kept having bad dreams and came to sleep here.

Are you OK? Where were you

Shhh, everything's fine, go back to sleep.

- Hi. - Hi.

Séverine was Magali Duprés's sister?!

Didn't you know?

No, they didn't even have the same name.

Sorry.

It's just that talking about her

so soon after her death is...

Yes, she died too soon.

Much too soon.

Just ten days before your wedding.

As you insisted on a full community of property regime,

you'd have become owner of 50% of her fortune.

I didn't know she was rich!

So you tell us.

One thing surprises me.

When we reveal to people that your fiancé had won the lottery,

everyone asks the same question:

How much? Everyone... except you.

OK, I knew about the lottery. But I didn't kill her!

I deserved that money.

- You did? - I worked hard!

I took Séverine to see dumb movies, listened to Dario Moreno all day,

got along with her pals, I even sang

at the funeral of the one who killed himself.

Frankly I was the model boyfriend.

All that effort up in smoke.

You must have been furious when she called it off.

I'd like a lawyer, please.

I've trawled through the suspect's life. Nothing.

None of the mall staff saw him there the day of the murder.

Shit!

Which one of Séverine's friends committed suicide?

The one Stan sang for at the funeral.

It was the guy who owned the dry-cleaner's in the mall.

Bianchi-Minute?

FINAL CLOSURE LEASE FOR SALE

- Can you explain? - The nest egg! ;

The fiancé didn't do it, it was the cannelé seller!

The dry-cleaner guy who died went bust.

They had a collection to try to save him.

And the guy was married

to the cannelé woman!

Cannelé... collection..

It was right under our noses. The day of the murder,

she was wearing purple.

Same thing yesterday: back in purple.

For us, the color of mourningjs black.

In South Africa, it's red,

in India, white, and in lran, blue.

We know that Maï is Thai.

In Thailand it's black,

aside from widows, who wear purple.

Maï is the wife of the dry-cleaner who killed himself.

They worked there, the pair of them.

It's tragic, but how does that

make her a suspect?

- Well, we have a motive. - A motive?

Imagine the father of your children kills himself because he owes 30,000.

You find out your best friend has millions and did nothing to help.

Secundo...

we have a modus operandi - I love that word! -

a crime scene with no prints.

We know for a fact that the murder wasn't premeditated.

So that gives us a murderer who...?

Come on, Karadec, say it with me. Who...?

- Wore gloves. - Who wore gloves!

So, tertio...

OK, there isn't one but who cares?

We don't care.

Sit down, please.

We tried everything:

bank loans, appeals to donors...

Cédric couldn't sleep at night.

While my husband sank, I put on a brave face for the children.

I confided in only one person:

Séverine.

When I realized there was no escape,

I started a collection

and went cap in hand to people I knew.

Séverine gave 30 euros.

She apologized, said she had no savings,

and I could count on her friendship.

I remember at the time, I was touched.

How did you find out she was rich?

She told me herself.

Two days ago, during her break.

She was crying, I went to ask what was wrong.

That's when she poured it all out.

Stan lying to her... the lottery...

the millions that had ruined her life.

She wanted my pity.

But while she was whining, I could only think of one thing.

My husband...

hanging from the end of a rope.

Congratulations, as the one who discovered the body,

you've been extremely effective on this case.

Frankly I'm pissed off that it wasn't the fiancé who did it.

But I guess you don't get to choose.

No, you don't get to choose.

If the offer is still open, I wouldn't mind a lassi....

Coming!

I'll be off. See you tomorrow.

Don't worry about the IGPN interview.

The woman ain't stupid,

she'll soon realize you're an awesome pig!

See you tomorrow.

Best in breed!

The investigation began on the 16th.

Contrary to what's stated in the report.

It's irregular but it stopped us charging the wrong person.

So the ends justify the means?

Sometimes the choice is limited.

Sometimes.

Major, I know you do a difficult job.

I like to put things in perspective before judging a case.

Hence I've looked at your career as a whole.

But the irregularities have increased over the last few months:

negligence and recklessness.

Let me be frank.

I'd class you as a borderline cop, the type that should be suspended

before they make a real slipup.

Can you offer anything to alter that opinion?

No.

I see these irregularities coincide with the arrival of a new colleague:

Morgane Alvaro.

A civilian working on cases brings its own problems I imagine.

No, she's very... disciplined.

Well... different.

She knows her place.

Not to blame for recent discrepancies?

No, not at all.

I'll give you my conclusions in 24 hours.

Ascher accepts self-defense. You're clear!

Congratulations, Major.

Can I have a word with you?

I'll call Morgane.

That's great news, thank you. Take care, Gilles!

Guess what.

He isn't suspended!

OK...

She's going to investigate Morgane?

To assess her contribution

relative to the risk she poses to the institution.

I'll have a beer on my own

to celebrate.

I've got something to celebrate too. I've lost nearly 400g.

There's more.

She wants to suspend Morgane until she's completed'her report.

Cheers!

- Here's to us. - Especially to you.

Your glasses chink long and loud.

Yeah, but I assure you, they're not crystal.

Don't panic, the house has seen much worse.