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Time to get up... Breakfast is served.

This coffee's good! Don't you want any?

- Coffee, then? - Yes.

- You want your yoghurt? - No.

- Have some toast. - Théa, eat something, we have to go.

The ceiling collapsing is weird.

- Do you know why? - Dad hammered in a nail.

No, Eliott, my nail didn't bring down the ceiling.

Well, it did a bit...

No. The wall was damp and the beams were rotten.

I wonder how that happened. Any ideas, Morgane?

Uh... what?

No!

So thank you, Gilles, for welcoming us because we were in a spot.

No, it's only natural.

Anyway, to be honest,

I'm flattered you asked me.

It's a lovely expression of trust.

And mainly the rest said no.

Well, let me say make yourself at home.

Stay as long as you want,

all week if need be, while the insurance finds a solution.

- Coffee...? - No thanks.

- Wait, Morgane. - What?

You didn't renew the insurance?

What?

You know I have a bureaucracy phobia!

So maybe I forgot the odd payment last year.

But it's been ages since they mailed.

What do we do without insurance?

You could maybe use your landlord's?

There you are!

- You get on well with him. - Well, yes...

And at worst you can rent something else.

That's what we'll do.

You've two stable jobs, no worries.

There you are. No problem.

IGPN called. I couldn't do anything, Morgane's suspended.

I- Oh Shit - From now on,

Ishe can't investigate.

What about the D48 victim?

A woman, 30 years old, shot dead.

The body was moved and stripped of clothes.

No evidence of sexual assault.

An attempt to delay identification?

Keep me informed,

I'll call Morgane. - OK.

Hey! Who goes there!

The star of the day! Limbo!...

- Hello. - Morgane...

Who was cleared by IGPN?

Congratulations, Major.

- Thank you. - So, what have we got?

The victim was shot in the back, here.

Why is she with you?

Well, apparently she had a major leak last night.

Yes...

And last night... what I understood was...

She was finished off by a bullet to the heart.

- The work of a pro. - Right.

Morgane, you can't stay here.

Oh, I'm polluting your crime scene.

Break out the gloves, Bonnemain.

The gloves? Gloves...

There, no more pollution.

Mind you, with all this plastic...

Do you at least recycle all your used gloves?

You're not supposed to...

OK... Go the whole hog with the ugly slippers.

Because it's you!

And the charlotte!

You know what? It's your lucky day.

There... No more pollution!

IGPN are investigating you.

You're suspended, Morgane.

I'm sorry.

Really?

HIP HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

Suspended! Without pay? Are you kidding me?

IGPN gave me no choice!

So calm down, it's just while they investigate.

I won't!

I gave up a great career to work with you!

You know what? I'll jack it in.

Morgane...

Morgane, just'tell yourself it's...

Oh can it, Judas!

You think I don't see your game?

What are you insinuating?

Yesterday you were up to your neck in it and today I'm out?

You set me up to save yourself!

How dare you say that, I didn't set you up!

Yeah, right!

Isn't that your mug?

No matter, I never use it.

But I said absolutely nothing that could harm IGPN.

Nothing!

- Major? - Yes.

The lab emailed a DNA match on their database.

Her name's Laëtitia Keller.

She's a cop.

A cop?

Shit.

"WEIRD/NOT WEIRD"

Be seeing you!

Hello, Mme Alvaro.

I'm too close to you.

You want me to move my car?

I studied cases in which Morgane Alvaro participated.

Before hearing from the rest of the team,

I need your clarification on a few points.

For example, I saw she'd stolen seals and taken them home?

Her first investigation. There was a misunderstanding.

She brought them back and avoided contamination by using gloves.

She also stuck a dart in her superior's butt.

That lacks context.

Major Karadec was about to be killed by a poisonous frog.

She saved his life, in fact.

She took in a woman wanted for kidnapping.

Indeed. There was a somewhat improvised plan.

She held the suspect awaiting back-up.

But in consultation with the brigade.

And the kids she trails around?

She's a single mother, father absent.

She has no one to help.

Morgane's an everyday heroine.

We'll see if your enthusiasm is confirmed.

We found a colleague shot dead this morning:

Laëtitia Keller.

She's dead.

Sorry.

I've worked with Laëtitia for six years.

I'm sorry.

I know how hard it can be to lose a colleague.

Sacked!

Do you believe that?

After all I've done for them!

"You're suspended, it's temporary."

Yeah, right. I'll show you temporary!

But I'm telling you, they'll kick themselves,

because without me, they're going nowhere.

fast!

Was Lieutenant Keller in conflict with anyone?

No. She grew up in a hostel, she had no family.

Everyone appreciated her.

She was loyal, hardworking, an excellent cop.

The victim was a cop? Don't make me laugh! Look...

The girl had some really serious eczema on her elbows

yet nothing on her hips and nothing on her armpits,

where she keeps her service weapon

and handcuffs rub against her skin.

When did you last see Laëtitia?

Last night, here.

I took her home after a leaving party.

She must have been attacked in the night, without her weapon.

She was a crack shot, she could defend herself.

Another detail..

she had bits of resin on her nails,

as if she'd removed her extensions.

Can you see a girl with 3cm nails shooting?

No, me neither!

They're not even regulation.

As that other jerk used to remind me.

So she's not a cop.

So if she's not a cop but her DNA matches a cop's,

there's only one explanation.

I'd have told those traitors long ago if they hadn't fired me.

Hello. Sorry I'm late. I've got such a hangover.

Laëtitia Keller?

Yes.

They're twins! Yes...

You're better off with Mom than in the nursery!

Yes.

It's the school of life.

The only one that matters.

And you know what?

You'll be very good at the school of life.

Terrific.

We traced your file

and found that your birth mother gave up two daughters.

She's your twin sister.

And monozygotic twins have the same DNA.

That's why we thought it was you.

- What was her name? - Yaëlle,

Yaëlle Garambois.

Teacher, married four years ago, no children.

Shortly after birth she was adopted by a couple in Arras.

I always thought I had no one.

But all that time I had a sister living an hour away.

Do you have any idea who did that to her?

Not yet.

Her husband hasn't shown up for work yet and can't be reached.

Here. That's her.

Hello, everyone.

I will ask you about Morgane Alvaro

in the coming days.

It is vital that you answer honestly,

without misplaced loyalty or fear of your superiors' reactions.

So I'll call you one by one in order as listed in the email.

Look. He seems really a ected by it, poor guy.

He looks like he's feeling guilty.

You think he grassed on Morgane?

Gilles was born October 4. His astrological sign is Libra.

Throughout the procedure, I ask you not to communicate with Morgane Alvaro.

Any person violating this rule will be punished. Any questions?

Yes.

When you say we shouldn't be in contact with Morgane...

Just imagine...

she had an accommodation problem,

I don't know, a hurricane, a storm, a tsunami...

Or just a ceiling collapsing.

And one of us... not necessarily me...

and one of us - anyone -

had to put her up for a few days, a week...

Is that included in

the prohibited categories?

- Gilles, this isn't the time. - Yes.

As I said, any violation of the rules will incur sanctions.

Sanctions. So it's sanctioned.

That seems clear.

- Clear. - I'll start interviews after lunch

so be punctual. Thank you.

Thank you all.

I'd distance myself from Morgane.

When heads start rolling, they don't stop.

You're not going to drop her too?

Do what you want, Gilles. I'm saving my neck.

You know what?

Karadec is the biggest snitch ever seen!

After Judas. For six months I save his bacon,

and first chance he gets he grasses me up? Forget it.

Maximum voicemail length...

Hello?

Oh shit.

I don't do messages or texts. Real friends use Snap.

- Hello? I can't hear... - Hen...

No, I'm not here! Leave a message.

You know what, sausage? I think it's just you and me.

Hey...

Oh, OK.

Gilles?

Found anything?

Not yet.

Right...

Morgane!

Are you bored without me?

Karadec's next door, I can't talk to you.

Kara who? Don't know him.

Have you realized

you got the wrong victim?

The major will hear. See you later.

Wait, don't move!

What's that photo behind you?

Go nearer the photo.

What?

Long-sleeved blouse and scarf on a beach in the tropics?

Weird.

Wait. The dresser...

What are those pots?

- Film them... -Yes! Two seconds!

Pro brand foundation.

Zoom in a little on the labels... Green,

yellow and lavender.

There's no rouge or mascara?

No, nothing.

She's a beaten wife.

What?

She uses makeup to hide her bruises.

Nothing interesting on my side. You?

Uh, well, no, nothing... Well...

- Maybe I have something... - What?

Oh, he screwed me!

Anyway, it's a beaten wife.

Morgane?

No news since yesterday.

Not live nor by phone.

Nor even by SMS...

No, I've no news.

Thanks for the precision. I was asking

about your interaction on March 21 at the inquest on Alex Viniali's death.

I didn't even speak to her that day.

Is everything OK? You seem worried.

Me?

Me? Me? I'm fine... Fine..

Sorry to disturb you.

You were right, Yaëlle Garambois was beaten by her husband.

She never reported it but I contacted

charities that help victims... How did you know?

I didn't know anything.

I guessed.

I guessed. I guessed. Guessed.

- Guessed? Guessed? Guessed? - Er, yes.

In fact I went to her place...

We went to her place... what do I see in the bedroom? Makeup.

Make-up? OK, makeup. I see makeup but I don't see much makeup...

I see foundation..

Foundation is to conceal... it's a secret... A secret

I thought maybe conjugal violence.

So I tug at the little ball of yarn

and I... I got lucky, I think. It's luck!

I'll let you get back to work.

Your team seems to need you.

Yes! They do need me. Yes...

I wanted to say if you want to question me, I'm keen.

Thank you, but I think I have what I need.

Why not me?

I'm thirsty.

Yannick Garambois is our prime suspect.

And thanks to Gilles, we know he was violent with his wife.

We must find him quickly.

We have him! Yannick Garambois was arrested in Waregem at 4pm.

The Belgian police

are transferring him. - Belgians. What for?

Dealing drugs.

He was caught at the border with 2kg of coke and heroin.

Guess who called Customs to rat on him?

His wife!

Do you have a name for us?

Yannick Garambois. He'll cross tomorrow by car with his goods.

His registration is BM4...

I don't know why she made that up.

- I don't traffic drugs. - We found some in your car.

So can you explain what actually happened?

You knew she'd report you so you decided to kill her

but it was already too late? - For what? They're not my drugs!

And I suppose you weren't violent with Yaëlle?

No...

I've never raised a hand to her.

That's not what the pathologist says.

The autopsy revealed several old fractures.

Because..

Because we..

We had this intense thing.

I'm a rather... uncompromising guy.

So maybe I did kick off once or twice, yeah.

But I'd never have killed her.

Because I loved her.

You loved her so you hit her.

I didn't kill her, I said. I didn't kill her!

Mr. Garambois, I'm placing you in custody for your wife's murder.

I said we should have set off earlier.

Asking the landlord for work, don't arrive late!

Stop worrying. I'm telling you he's likes me.

So relax a bit.

Mr. Dufresne!

What's going on?

Where's our furniture?

Ah, there you are, Morgane.

- Henri? - Hello, Ludo.

Your landlord just left.

He's sorry but he had a meeting at 5pm I think.

He asked me to give you that.

What is it?

I don't know.

A formal notice to return the keys. He's evicting us!

No... it's not that, is it Henri?

No, no.

Yes, yes.

But he'll pay storage costs

'til you find new lodgings.

He can't do that... What'll we do?

No, don't panic,

we'll find a solution. Eh, Henri? A solution...

Yes, yes. French law protects tenants.

And in fact you are almost impossible to evict.

You see?

Yes. Except in cases of rental arrears,

where if they can...

- what's the wording? -

"prove that damage to the property

is due to poor management

or the tenant's lack of home insurance."

That's all.

- Are you affected by any of these? - All of them, Henri.

I don't believe it!

Couldn't you pay the insurance!

Don't worry, Henri will help us out, right?

Weren't you a lawyer in your youth?

- Just a little one. - There!

So we can hit them with a lawsuit!

And stop sulking.

You know what? Worst case scenario:

we'll squat in the garden. It'll rejuvenate us.

- Yes. - Of course.

You know, Morgane, I love you

but life with you is tiring.

Has he gone?

- Evening. - Sorry, Major. May I?

- Morgane. - What are you doing here?

I heard that..

I heard you were living at Gilles'.

I just wanted to just hear from you.

Why? Did IGPN ask you for another lead on me?

I wanted to know how you were.

Huh!

The investigation's floundering so you butter me up!

You're totally paranoid.

What about you?

You're a grass!

A collaborator!

I'm wasting my time! Carry on sulking, I'm on vacation!

Your victim was beaten by her husband!

Surprised, huh?...

Morgane, you're off this case!

Whose fault is that?

For the record, Gilles immediately saw she was a victim of domestic violence.

It's not just you who thinks in this team! Good evening.

So you nicked my idea?

- It's not what you think. - Are you kidding?

You take all the glory, I don't get a mention.

You're lucky, I've a deal for you.

- A deal? - Yes.

Carry on putting us up for a few days.

In exchange

I turn you into the most brilliant cop in France. What do you say?

How many days is a few?

- Two weeks. - Ah...

- Six months tops. - Eh?

I studied the case.

The victim's husband didn't do it.

But if you're not interested...

No, wait. The husband didn't do it?

No, he didn't!

Now, do we have a deal?

Yes, we do.

OK then..

-Assuming Garambois is smuggling drugs into Belgium, two options:

either he knows the score

or it's his first time. Neither fits.

First, he passes the last toll of the A22 before the border at 8.37.

And at 8.51, he's arrested in Waregem. Nothing shocks you?

He drove 40km in 14 minutes. That means he was doing 160km/h.

Who'd risk being caught speeding with 2kg of dope in the car? Nobody.

Second, the gas tank.

It was full when he was caught.

So he stopped just before the border to fill up.

If I had to lug 100,000-worth of powder around

I'd fill up beforehand so I didn't have to stop.

So either he's dumb or he didn't know what was in the trunk.

You mean he was set up?

But who would have done that?

That's where it gets interesting.

Third, test results.

Up to here it's OK,

but last line but one... - I checked the tests.

In the sachets we have heroin, coke, cutting agent, all normal.

Traces of aluminium... Why aluminium?

Yes, why aluminium?

Well it's... It's a good question...

And I did wonder... Because if...

Well, why?

Isn't aluminium found in fingerprint powder?

- The one used by Forensics. - Fingerprint powder!

Well, someone's keeping up!

You mean the drugs we found were once in police hands?

Surprised, right?

And if Karadec isn't dumb,

which can be the case,

he'll check seizures in Hauts-de-France.

Daphné, can you check the latest seizures in Hauts-de-France?

Look for the chemicals found in Garambois' car.

And if I'm not wrong..

OK: one month ago, heroin, cocaine, amphetamines...

Seized by Laëtitia Keller, Roubaix Narcotics.

The victim's twin sister trapped the husband?

That means she..

She was lying and they know each other.

They'll sing your praises!

Well done, Gilles. That's really good work.

Yaëlle found me by chance 3 months ago.

Her friend saw her double in Roubaix police station.

She found me on social media. We were so alike, there was no doubt.

Why didn't you say?

She wanted it to be our secret.

I soon saw why.

Yannick wouldn't like a cop in his life.

So you knew what he put her through.

Is that why you trapped him?

She'd tried leaving several times

but each time he badgered her into returning.

I'm a cop, I know how these things end.

So you meted out justice yourself?

We'd only just met up.

I couldn't lose her...

I understand, Laëtie.

But you took seizures to set him up.

You know what that entails.

He killed her anyway.

It was all a waste.

It wasn't Yannick. The pathologist is sure.

He was en route to Belgium when she died.

It wasn't Yannick?

When did you last see your sister?

She came to my place to avoid Yannick while I hid the drugs.

When I got back, she'd gone.

If she was leaving your house,

maybe her attacker mistook her for you?

Charpak?

Charpak? Explain...

Oh no...

Hey! Who is Charpak?

Christophe Meyer, aka Charpak, 38,

buoyant drug dealership, tends to think he's Pablo Escobar.

In 2020, a narcotics officer investigating him was killed on duty.

The shooter wasn't found but investigators knew

Charpak gave the order.

Laëtitia Keller's team watched him for months.

But he's hyper-cautious.

So he tried to eliminate his investigating officer

but killed her twin sister instead?

Can you place him?

No. Unreachable since yesterday.

I scoured the surveillance reports but no hints at where he'd hide.

- As if by chance. - OK.

Any ideas, Gilles?

Yes. Of course.

Charpak. Eats sushi. Samurai tattoo.

I reckon he's h ding for Japan.

Japan?

Yes, or China. To muddy the waters.

OK. We'll alert all airlines flying to Asia.

- Yes. - And the rest of the world.

Cast the net wide!

Hello?

Yes. I just sent you the file. Got anything for me?

I... I'll call in an hour.

I must find out what Charpak was trafficking here.

See the food truck over there?

According to the cops on his tail,

that's where our drug baron gets his lunch every Wednesday.

OK, he likes kebabs, so what? you'll say.

But this truck changes location every day.

Mondays and Thursdays it's much nearer to Charpak

but he never goes. So what do we conclude?

It's the place he likes not the kebab?

Hey!

You know what, we'll play a game!

We'll play "Weird/Not Weird".

It's very simple, you observe

and if you see something strange, that doesn't fit, you say so.

You start, Eliott.

OK, so...

Oh, a guy with an umbrella when it's not raining is weird.

Good spot but not weird.

He just listened to the forecast.

Not weird. Your go, Théa:

I don't know...

Maybe the old lady

talking to herself?

No. Not weird.

She has a hands-free kit. Old but connected!

Oh, the expensive car parking on this lot!

A Porsche driver who stops at a car wash, not weird.

Oh...

Wait..

But a Porsche driver who stops at a car wash

and unlocks it as if she worked there... that's weird!

You've reached Morgane Alvaro's phone.

Morgane, I don't understand your message.

Call me back, I don't know where you are

and it's starting to make me really tense...

What-the hell are you doing here?

I'm gardening.

Do you take me for a fool? If IGPN realizes...

Karadec, we're not in a car wash we're in a laundry.

This is where your suspect launders his money!

Look at this machine.

There's a sensor at the entrance

to count the number of cars entering.

And there's another at the exit.

So I double my turnover, thank you very much!

Not bad!

But I must ask how?

Here... Look at the grass.

It's three times higher here.

Why? Because this garden hose waters non-stop

because the shop needs big water bills

to justify its fictitious activity.

So fuck ecology, they leave the taps on non-stop.

- If Roxane Ascher... - See these barrels?

Stored outside when they're supposed to contain flammable stuff.

It's all for show. There's nothing in there, it's empty.

Empty.

Fuck it!

Oh fuck!! Oh fuck!!

Damn, it hurts like hell! I messed up my pump.

Oh fuck! Oh Karadec..

What the fuck is in there?

I think I've found our suspect.

I can still walk!

It's our drug baron.

Apparently he was shot hours before our victim and by the same weapon.

Oh fuck.

So Charpak didn't kill Yaëlle Garambois.

Two victims killed by the same gun, the same killer. What links them?

Well? Who was right?

I rather think it's me.

No?

Yes, Morgane, you're very good.

But little bursts of brilliance don't do it all. If you get fired,

what good is your IQ?

Carry on thinking I grassed if you must.

You sabotage yourself. You don't need anyone for that.

Goodnight.

Listen to him..

What are you doing?

Looking for a lawyer.

I know I messed up with the house and I want to find a solution.

Look, this one...

He looks the part. Like a baddie in James Bond.

This guy'll want 2000 before he's said hello.

I'll explain the situation, He'll understand.

Stop it, it's dead, you know it.

But I thought of something.

Maybe it's a sign.

Maybe losing the house...

is the chance for a new start.

What do you mean?

What if we bought a house together?

We can't.

I have a little money put aside since Aunt Madie's death.

But outside the city center,

Cédric told me there are really good deals!

We could find something at a decent price.

What do you say?

Isn't it a good idea?

Well, yes. Yes.

The victims' shoe size..

No... damn, I already checked that.

I checked the victims' shoe size.

What are you doing, Gilles?

Morgane, you must go.

Karadec's right, you can't help me, it's too risky.

But it's 2am!

I have to find it!

They're counting on me to solve the case.

Céline, Daphné, the IGPN girl... I can't... I can't.

Your brain is... it's a curse.

OK, Gilles, calm down.

- I can't. - Calm down.

You drank far too much coffee.

We'll sit down and leave your cup there.

Pass me the file.

Put the coffee down.

There.

Sleep little baby, go to sleep...

Well?

Karadec is grilling the car wash manager

but she'll say nothing without a lawyer.

- And the laundering? - We've got her.

I pulled the CCTV videos.

The car wash receives money twice a week.

With all the cash we found, there's no doubt.

We know she was Charpak's accomplice,

but we're no nearer to solving the murder.

I re-read the narcotics file.

Doesn't it seem strange that Charpak never got caught?

What do you mean?

What if a mole in Narcotics tipped him off after each seizure?

Smart. He'd be paid.

Check the car wash ins and outs on cash delivery day.

A mole would come for his money.

Forward..

Stop. There. Zoom in on his face.

After my divorce I had money problems.

With my rent, the kids' alimony, I couldn't manage...

So when Charpak asked me...

You received dirty money from a drug dealer to cover his business.

Stop justifying it.

Charpak could bring you down if he's caught.

Your colleague Laëtitia wanted one thing: to put him behind bars.

So the noose has tightened around you.

You decide to eliminate them both.

But instead of killing Laëtitia, you kill her sister.

I killed nobody.

I may be rotten but I'm no murderer.

Your program is weird. What is it?

It's a podcast.

A podcast?

Where were you Tuesday night?

I told you.

At the station, a colleague's leaving party.

My team will tell you I was there until at least 10.

There's film and photos of the Narcotics party.

I'll forward them.

She arrived in the department.

We talked about family.

I don't know, it was 6 years ago. It's not important.

She'd drunk too much so I didn't want to let her drive.

She'd drunk too much so I didn't want to let her drive.

Maybe she did things without asking permission.

Cheers! Good health! Good luck..

Did you drop her downstairs or go up?

I went up.

What time did you leave?

11.30... midnight.

I'm not sure.

You stayed 1.5 hours?

We slept together.

It had been ambiguous between us for a long time.

For years, I made sure it didn't go wrong.

I knew it wasn't a good idea. What with the job, my divorce...

But that night, with the drink...

we crossed the line.

Lieutenant Vandraud. Why is this phone off the hook?

This phone? I must have forgotten to hang up. I'll do it now.

Hello, who is that?

Damn!!

Damn, she's calling me back! What do I do?

Don't pick up, it's a trap!

If you don't she'll get your voicemail!

Here. Answer, say anything. Improvise.

Pistou Paradise! Home deliveries daily. How may I help?

You're Morgane Alvaro's daughter, I presume?

You can tell your mother to stop taking me for a fool.

- Can I talk to you? - Of course.

What's the stupid accent?

"How may I help?" Who says that?

You didn't give me time to think!

Why think? Just say "Sorry, wrong number" and hang up.

Impersonating someone isn't easy.

Impersonating someone!

You're a genius. Lousy accent, but a genius!

He continues to deny both murders. Have we checked his alibi?

What's going on?

She does what she likes!

OK! Morgane Alvaro brings her children to my crime scenes.

Doesn't respect procedure, doesn't listen.

She's indisciplined, stubborn, annoying...

- Major! This isn't the time... - She has no respect!

But she's a brilliant investigator!

OK, she's a risk to the police.

We can manage risks. With her, we’re better.

So if you decide to fire her, you can add my resignation.

Thank you, Major, I hear your arguments.

Conjugal violence, drug seizures, the car wash...

She found it, not me. But if she goes, I go too.

You mean she's been working illegally for 48 hours?

So she saw our victim was beaten?

That the husband was trapped.

That the car wash was a money laundry. All from home?

I told you, she's shit hot.

I don't understand, you're investigating my sister's death?

Yes, I'm a consultant.

I'm teleworking this week but...

I came because I wanted to check something.

Smile so I can see..

Smile. It's not hard.

A proper smile like this.

I was right!

You're mirror twins.

Pardon?

At your colleague's party, the night Charpak was killed...

It wasn't you, it was your sister.

Everyone thinks monozygotic twins like you and Yaëlle are clones.

And genetically, you are.

The egg splits in two at the beginning of pregnancy,

giving two individuals with the same DNA.

But some physical differences can appear.

In 25% of cases, the division occurs later in the pregnancy

between the 7th and 12th day,

giving birth to mirror twins.

Daylight.

I don't understand a thing you're saying.

That's what we call twins with inverted physical features.

As if they were mirror reflections.

For example one will have a beauty spot

on the right cheek, and the other on the left cheek.

Yes, no, the opposite.

You know what I mean.

One has a tuft on one side

and the twin on the other.

Even in cases of cancer,

the tumor location can be symmetrical. Crazy isn't it?

And you, for example, the difference is your teeth.

My teeth?

Yes. Yaëlle and you look and sound the same,

have the same DNA and the same dental flaw.

The canine that sticks out.

Yours on the right, hers on the left.

She pretended to be you to your colleagues.

You helped her get rid of her husband and in exchange

she gave you a cast-iron alibi for Charpak's murder.

You're crazy! Why would I kill Charpak?

He threatened your partner.

And you've been mad about him for years.

Don't report me.

Charpak's into me.

I can't stop without getting caught.

When you saw Charpak was giving him money,

he begged you not to turn him in.

He told you Charpak had him. That if he stopped, he was lost.

So you wanted to save him...

out of love.

That's why you killed Charpak.

Meanwhile your sister had taken your place so no one suspected a thing.

But at the party, she slept with the man you loved.

For six years I've loved him.

Six years waiting for the right time.

And she shows up and takes everything.

You gave me a hard time, if it's any consolation.

But for me, you'd never have been caught!

Yes.

I agree with you.

The sister is the killer

Let me guess. You'll resign too if I fire Morgane Alvaro!

No, certainly not.

But you'd better check your phones. We've a hitch...

What's going on?

Open up!

Open the fucking door!

Open it!

I'm going to kill you!

Stop! Drop your gun! I won't hesitate a second!

Drop your gun! Lie down!

Hands behind your head!

OK, Morgane?

Oh I'm glad to see you.

What? Are you going to tell me off?

But for this damn gypsy belt, I'd have managed without you.

Morgane...

What?

Are you OK?

Yes.

OK, Morgane?

Yes, OK.

- Can I have a word? - Yes, of course.

So... that last investigation went pretty well.

We could say I went off like a firework.

I'd say a nuclear catastrophe.

Promise me the next will be calmer.

Wait, I've not been fired by that cow from IGPN?

Major Ascher found many reproaches to make

but also admitted your contributions were not totally negligible.

We'll pass over this last little incident in silence.

- OK, but I can stay? - On one condition.

OK.

As you've had no training,

IGPN requires you to follow a course to bring you up to speed.

Up to speed with what?

The whole of the job.

If you want to work again, you have train as a cop.

There's no way I'm wearing a uniform!

Subtitles by Mark Goodwin for VECTRACOM