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Special Major Lenormand,

reference multidisciplinary trainer at the DCRFPN center.

Do not be alarmed.

I gather there have been a few missteps

and your reinstatement depends on this course.

Naturally you're thinking:

Oh dear, criminal proceedings! It's not for me. I'll never manage.

Don't panic, Navarro, I'm here. So...

I've decided to start at the beginning,

at Emergency Police HQ where any citizen

can contribute to national security by flagging a violation.

Wow!

All right, lads? Everything fine and dandy?

They're hard at it.

Let me tell you, the slightest mistake can have dramatic consequences.

I'll ask you to quietly observe...

- Hello, Emergency Police. - What the...?

Give that to me!

Wait!

You're...?

Very well, I'll see to it personally, I'll send in the army...

right away. Bye!

What army? Give that to me!

Relax, it's just some old asshole moaning about kids playing rap music.

Playing what?

Wait... beat you!

Hello, Emergency Police, how may I help?

So fun!

Yes, go ahead.

Excuse me?

Wait... who shot who?

She's dead!

Where are you?

- They're shooting, it's me next! - Where are you?

She hung up, it sounds bad.

The caller was Nicole Guerroni, Rue Pompidou, in Madeleine.

Five minutes away, come on!

No, please, let's do things properly.

This is most improper.

Telephone operators don't work in the field!

So we've moved on to intervention training.

It's me who sets the schedule!

You're unbelievable!

No answer. Come on, Derrick, shoot the lock.

Are you nuts?

A woman is getting bumped off in there, break it down!

Forget your rulebook!

Hello?

Well, hello!

- Nicole Guerroni? - Yes.

Major Lenormand, responding to your phone call.

What phone call?

HIP HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

I don't understand, I always keep it here.

The phone was used to report a homicide.

- Did you lend it to anyone? - No.

My pussy cat!

Who's a big boy?

It appears some joker took your phone

to play a trick on us.

It's extremely common.

Some guy kept calling to say my wife was cheating oh me

and I'm not even married!

Mrs Guerroni, would you like to report it?

Report it?

The stolen telephone.

Wait... do you mind? Let me try this.

- Hello, you've reached... - Shit.

There you go. Well, ma'am, we won't keep you any longer.

Let us know if your phone turns up.

Have a nice day.

No, she's taking us for a ride, it was her voice on the phone.

The killer may still be in the house. We need to do a search!

Mrs Alvaro.

I'm paid - not much - to teach you this job, not the other way round.

I have 17 years' experience and I see only one explanation:

a teleph'one hoax.

We need to move on to house-search training!

You're sooo annoying.

What?

Don't you ever close doors? Do you live in a tent?

Morgane, you've been at my place for three weeks.

I know you're house-hunting but I was wondering...

Gilles, stop being apologetic. Address the issue clearly and directly.

Eliott has now emptied three cans of shaving foam into my bed.

Ludovic never ever

uses the squeegee after a shower.

You haven't been shopping once, whereas you're here every night.

Too soft. Assent yourself!

It's my home!

That's it!

- OK? - Yes!

From now on,

I decide what we watch on TV.

And if you don't like it, then just...

just clear out!

dammit!

That's it, good!

Dammit... Morgane!

Being HIP doesn't give you the right to piss everyone off!

I mean, it's a drag.

This is her... It's her!

Morgane, hello? I'm glad you called.

We need to have a talk.

What?

Pinpoint a phone?

Well, unless the Prosecutor agrees...

Yes, I'll get on it right away.

Morgane...

How's the house-hunting coming along?

I could tell she was wound up.

It wasn't a good time to broach the subject.

Now for the sensitive spot of your training.

Road safety!

You love action, so you'll have a ball,

- as the kids like to say. - Yeah?

This is a MISTA 211.

A technological jewel, the flagship of our wonderful institution.

I've been dying to try this. I get to test it with you!

Hey, grrrreat!

We're gonna catch them! Let's go.

- Here! - What?

We've got one.

Go!

- What speed? - 68.

I'd have said faster. Let's try it again, Alvaro.

Something's coming. There!

- Let's go. - Got it!

- You got it? - Yes!

- What speed? - 69.

- No, I heard it beep! - The flagship has spoken.

No way, you must have bust it!

Let's go, I've understood.

No, we need to catch one!

Honestly, this is unbelievable.

You'll feel pleased once we've flashed a car.

Just wait.

I've understood.

I'll tabulate it... there.

When it beeps, it's fantastic.

beep = end of cycle = steam

We were shot at!

beep = end of cycle = steam

What call?

Liar!

There. The MISTA is just fine.

- We're aligned with the road. - That old cow!

Good.

Now we wait for a car.

You'll see, it's something else.

Alvaro!

Alvaro!

Gilles?

Did you ask for this phone to be pinpointed?

At Madeleine.

- Which case is this? - Yes, which?

We don't know.

Which case?

- What happened at Madeleine? - I don't know.

There must be some mistake.

Major Lenormand. Is everything OK?

Why is that nutjob with the police?

Not so good, then.

She stole my car

I had to hitch back to Lille.

With my uniform and the radar. Naturally no one would pick me up.

Naturally. You know...

you get used to her over time.

She has serious issues.

She dragged me off to Madeleine

because of a phone hoax.

Now she steals my car.

Madeleine, you say?

Yes.

At Madeleine.

So, Gilles?

Coincidence?

Yeah.

Anyone home?

Take anything you like!

Shit, Karadec, I nearly pissed myself!

What are you doing here?

I might ask you the same question!

Reinstated and already breaking and entering?

I rang the doorbell, I didn't break in.

I found a key outside, in the gutter.

Stay here!

Ah, it's you.

Now where's your mistress?

There she is.

Nicole Guerroni, aged 69.

Never married, no kids.

She ran a dance school in Lille.

Bonnemain says she died at 7pm,

an hour before you got here.

At 3pm she calls 911 to report a homicide, four hours later,

she's found dead.

Killed to silence her?

It's possible.

If she saw somebody murdered, why lie to Morgane and the Major?

Good question. Maybe the killer threatened her.

We need to find out who she was talking about when she called 911.

There may be another victim.

Ah, shit.

Fuck!

Karadec!

I've found the victim's phone!

Karadec, what the hell are you doing?

Look! I've found the victim's phone.

Guess where. In the trash!

Got a charger pack?

- What does it say? - It's booting up.

So...

She did call 911.

Someone called Lucie tried to contact her three times.

Lucie Morvan. Her number is on the refrigerator.

Obviously a dance school colleague.

We'll interview her tomorrow.

I can't make it first thing, Ludo has scheduled a house viewing.

Shall we say 11.30?

No, Morgane, the police don't bend to fit in with your schedule.

Anyway, tomorrow you're in training, right?

You love it, don't you?

What?

Seeing me suffer.

No.

- Sure you do! - Actually, no.

You love me being humiliated and sent back to school.

Go on, get out!

Ready? Here we are.

Four lovely bedrooms.

Chloé will have her own.

A bathroom here, as well as one downstairs.

Two bathrooms?

Some of us can hardly wait!

The house's trump card is the 42m2 garden, facing south.

There's even a pond! Can I put frogs in it?

First position, girls. Arms outstretched, in a circle.

Dégagé, second position, demi-plié...

Check your ankles aren't rolling.

Tummy in, buttocks too. Support your shoulders.

Stretch your legs, girls.

Lucie Morvan?

Sorry to interrupt.

I'm Major Karadec, this is Lieutenant Vandraut.

Gilles?

We'd like to talk to you about Nicole Guerroni.

The price was a steal!

Who cares about drum lessons next door? You always look for faults!

Wait, we need to take out a 25-year loan to buy this property.

Sorry for being cautious!

But we've seen lots of good houses. Like the one in Seclin, with the loft.

Yeah, that was great!

Except it had poplar beams and a pine door.

Luxury accommodation for termites!

The one with a fireplace!

That was lovely.

Only it had a zinc roof.

With global warming, it's like living in an oven.

And that one with the dressing room?

You forget that the last owner blew his brains out there.

Didn't you feel the bad vibes?

Maybe the house is built on an ancient Indian burial site.

Haven't you seen Poltergeist?

OK, but you'll thank me

when the house I stopped us from buying

collapses with dry rot!

Morgane, what's happening here? Are we going too fast?

No!

- Sure? - Yes, it isn't the...

Only you're driving the estate agents crazy.

You haven't asked your mom about the deposit.

Honey, if you're not ready to buy, we'll rent a place.

But I am ready.

I am!

You know what? Go to work, we'll talk later.

Yes, we'll talk tonight.

- I love you. - I love you too.

- Have a good day. - See you tonight, kids.

- Bye! - Take care.

Your boss called the police at 3pm yesterday to report a murder.

- A murder? - Yes.

You kept trying to call her yesterday. May I ask why?

Yes, she'd forgotten her 6 o'clock class.

She didn't answer so I went over there

to see if she was all right.

She didn't open the door so I left.

Shit, the shopping.

The shopping!

6pm?

Excuse me.

Come on, answer!

6 o'clock, then. Did you see anyone?

No.

A couple of passers-by, nobody I knew.

You went straight home?

Yes.

Excuse me.

Morgane, I'm working!

Someone did our victim's shopping, we need to find out who.

- Shopping? - Yes.

Two packs of water, that's 18 liters.

Too heavy for our old lady, she could barely pick her cat up.

Maybe it was delivered.

Is this why you're calling?

Yes! When I dropped in at 3pm, after her call,

the water wasn't there, so...?

The deliverer was last to see her alive.

There you go. Hello...?

I see.

Sorry about that.

Did Nicole have shopping delivered?

A neighbor has been buying some heavier stuff for her.

Do you know this neighbor?

Hello. Mr Maurin?

Yes.

Major Karadec, Crime Squad.

Lieutenant Vandraut. Can we come in?

Yes.

Sorry to tell you that your neighbor, Mrs Guerroni, died last night.

She was murdered.

You didn't know?

Apparently you do some shopping for her. Did you call yesterday?

I took the shopping over at 5pm.

Everything was fine.

Were you cleaning up?

I live with my mother, she likes things to be clean.

Four hours before her death, Mrs Guerroni reported a homicide.

Did you notice anything in the area?

No.

Are you sure?

From her house, Mrs Guerroni

could see what was going on in yours.

Where's your mother?

She isn't here.

She's gone out.

What's in the bags?

Stuff I need to throw out.

Get on your knees.

- What do you mean? - Do it!

Get down, Mr Maurin.

Whose blood is this?

I've no idea.

Your mother's?

We can't reach her, her phone is switched off.

That isn't even my mother's dress.

It's Mrs Guerroni's.

She gave me the bag to put some old things

and throw them out.

She gives you bags of trash and you take them home?

Your neighbor, who has a view on your living room, calls to report a homicide.

Your mother is missing, four hours later your neighbor is found murdered...

I never killed anyone, I swear!

Where's your mother?

- Out shopping. - In which store?

I don't know.

He reminds me of the guy in Psycho.

The Major is antagonizing him.

The technique is all about mirroring the suspect.

It's an approach...

we examined on my profiling course last year.

The 90-minute online thing?

You get into the murderer's head,

turn his predatory intelligence back at him.

Making a sociopath confess isn't a science, it's an art.

Is this coming from you,

or is Morgane prompting you?

Hello, Forestier.

Yes, I'll hold.

Working with Morgane has made me trust my intuition.

My intuition tells me this guy killed his mother, his neighbor saw him,

so he suffocated her to silence her.

Hello?

Yes, hello, Mrs Maurin.

Yes... We're sorry, of course...

Well, no.

Of course. I'll put him on.

The suspect's mother.

Lastly, within SDLCO...

is the amusingly named OCLCO, OCRTEH.

OCBC, OCRFM, OCRTIS, and lastly,

OCVRT.

I know it's a lot to take in at once but rest assured,

we've done the heavy part.

The heavy part?

Who's a big boy?

I thought you'd be interested, we've covered a lot!

When do we get a break? Only without one,

it's hard to take all this in.

There isn't one scheduled, but go ahead.

That's it!

Just a short..

It was urgent, I see...

So Marc Maurin didn't kill his mother. The bagged-up clothes were the victim's.

The blood on the dress belongs to the woman Nicole saw murdered?

It's possible. When do we get the lab results?

Very soon.

I hope it's on the DNA data base.

I checked, no women were reported missing yesterday.

Guys, we're on a cold case!

A what?

A cold case!

An unsolved murder. Don't you ever watch American TV series?

Because?

The cat is bigger.

Compared to the photos of the cat in the living room.

Who's a big boy?

Three kilos heavier.

Hardly surprising, given how much he gets fed.

The cat's dish was overflowing.

Castrated toms don't chase females.

If you don't regulate feeding, they become as fat as a friar.

So what are you getting at?

That girl was a former dancer.

The stick insect who's spent her life dieting

overfeeds her cat?

No.

It doesn't fit.

Except...

Except...

I'm trying to inject a bit of mystery here.

Except?

Except if she forgets!

She feeds him all day long, forgetting she's already fed him.

She has Alzheimer's.

Alzheimer's?

It explains everything.

How come she needs a crib sheet to explain how the microwave works?

Or thinks someone stole her phone when it's in the trash?

And why call 911..

Hello, Emergency Police.

She called in a fit of delirium?

No, she wasn't delirious, she was remembering.

Alzheimer's attacks the memory.

But not all memories suffer in the same way.

Ribot's theory, named after a 19th-century Frenchman:

Théodule Ribot.

Lousy name but highly talented.

He said that in senility,

more recent memories vanish before older ones.

As a result, the brain mixes up past and present.

- There. - Wow.

So the murder she reported yesterday was committed several years ago?

It's crazy.

Not really.

The lab says the blood on the dress wasn't Nicole Guerroni's.

It's old blood, at least 20 years old.

The autopsy confirms that Nicole Guerroni had Alzheimer's.

She came across the old, bloodstained dress,

remembered the murder and called the police.

So she kept quiet for years, then it came back to her

because of Alzheimer's? That's crazy.

Sure it is.

You think the murderer from long ago killed her out of fear of being exposed?

It's possible, yes.

But the murder could have occurred any time over the past 50 years.

We don't know who the victim is

and have no clues aside from an old, bloodstained dress.

How will you investigate?

Now what is this dress trying to tell us?

Look, the stitching under the arms is unblemished.

No sign of sweat.

So we can reasonably deduce

that the dress was almost new when it was spattered with blood.

If we can find the manufacturing date,

we'll know the year of our cold case.

That's a good start. So...

Look, what does the label say?

Made in France!

Made in France? I haven't bought any clothes

made in France for ages.

Not since the 1980s!

So I rule out any cases after 1980.

Precisely.

- Which gives us... - Which gives us?

1564 cases.

OK.

What else have we got?

Listen... see that?

- Silence. - Not quite.

It's pretty quiet.

I mean, you don't hear much.

Anyway,

you can forget any cases pre-1970.

This is a plastic zip fastener.

In 1970, they begari using plastic in zip fasteners

instead of metal,

which makes much more noise.

So we go from 1564 cases...

to 145. This is great!

And I'm not done yet!

Sounds good.

Wait, let me try something.

Drum roll.

Are you sure about this?

Look, it doesn't burn,

it melts, and if it melts...?

It's nylon!

Nylon appeared in 1935, invented by a guy whose name I forget,

a chemist who produced the first synthetic fiber,

made from petroleum

and lots of other junk.

Nylon is particularly robust

and it revolutionized women's lives.

Nylon's main problem

is that it uses the same raw material as gunpowder.

So during the war,

it was a stark choice: stockings or gunpowder.

Nylon made a comeback in the 1970s,

until the oil crisis in 1973.

No more raw material, no more nylon.

So up to 1973.

How many cases?

37.

What else?

I'm not a magician.

Only 37 cases, you can work on it too.

When Nicole Guerroni called, she said the woman had been shot.

How many cases involved gunshot deaths?

Fuck, Lenormand!

- It isn't him, Morgane. - Nope.

Murders by gunshot comes to...

nine.

Wait, I think I've got it.

15 June 1972. Death by gunshot.

Girl found on wasteland near Roubaix. Look what she was wearing.

Looks like Nicole Guerroni's dress. The victims name?

She wasn't identified. A witness saw a black Citroen DS

leave the scene, but no more details.

It suits me, no?

Why the same dress? They look like stage costumes.

Maybe the dance teacher knew her.

Hello, Major.

May I have a word?

- The IGPN woman? - Yes.

What does she want?

My superiors have validated my report on the incident at Malo-les-Bains.

You're officially in the clear.

Thank you. And thank you for coming by to tell me.

You're welcome.

Wait..

Seeing as...

I'm not investigating you anymore, I was thinking...

we could go for dinner.

Dinner?

- Tonight. - Tonight?

You mean, have dinner together?

For the purpose of exploring

the possibility of sharing a romantic relationship.

Sorry if I'm making you ill at ease.

If you don't want to, it will of course have no impact on my report.

8pm. All right?

I'll send you the address.

When you suggested lunch, I was thinking of somewhere a little more...

Or a little less..

Are you kidding? It's my favorite lunch spot.

Here. The best kebab in Lille.

So, I suppose you want to ask me something?

Ludo and I are buying a house, we need a deposit.

You, buy a house?

Yes, why?

No, no, that's great... it's great.

I mean, are you sure?

A 25-year loan is a commitment. With Ludo?

Yes, with Ludo.

Is there a problem with Ludo now?

No, absolutely not, Ludo is perfect.

Ah, so it's me who's the problem.

Let's face it, you're hardly a model of stability.

OK, forget I said anything. I'd better get back to work.

Honestly, you're so sensitive! It's fine for the deposit.

If you and Ludo are ready. I'm with you.

Thanks, Mom. Thank you.

You know what?

We'll buy this house with or without your help

and live happily ever after, so get used to it!

I'm sure you will, darling. At worst, you n always sell up.

You do my head in!

This woman was murdered in 1972.

We don't know her identity

but your boss may have witnessed her murder.

I don't know who it is.

According to our information,

Nicole opened the school in '72, after the murder.

Any idea where she worked before?

No, I'm sorry.

We met when I came to Lille in 1987.

Before becoming a teacher, I believe she was in a dance troupe.

But she didn't talk about it much.

Well, well.

OK, we'll move on to glissades...

Morgane, have you had a brainwave?

Not a thing, no flash of inspiration.

Not so much as a spark. You?

So you've interrupted my investigation with nothing to tell me.

No, I'm calling to find out

how things are going...

One moment.

This was in the school's archives: the deeds for the building.

30 June 1972, two weeks after the murder.

Look what it says here.

Purchased for Nicole Guerroni by a company called SVB.

Possibly a bribe.

The company still exists?

Seems so, they own a bar: the Black Pearl.

We need to see if the owners bought her silence.

Wait, what's the Black Pearl?

What's the Black Pearl?

Must go, Morgane.

No, Karadec... Kara...!

Shit.

Mrs Alvaro?

Is everything OK?

I can see your bag.

Shit!

Look... I know what's going on.

Your commissioner has explained everything.

The HIP and everything.

I can see why you might have

these learning difficulties.

J've never had a disabled student

so obviously I've been a bit...

I suggest I make a special effort with my teaching, to match your level.

Tell me what you're interested in.

You know what I enjoy most? Undercover missions!

What are you doing?

For the audition?

That's right.

You've got the looks.

I don't have a redhead yet.

So show me what you can do.

In what field?

Dancing!

Makes a change from the dance school!

What's he doing here?

Bravo!

Ah, Major Karadec!

Lieutenant.

This isn't what you think.

No, we've gone undercover!

We're working.

Snifter?

- No thanks. - OK.

Where's Alvaro?

That's just it.

She isn't here.

Are you kidding?

Grab the pole.

Say, were you working here in 1972?

Never mind my age, I'm not the one shaking my ass for the punters... Pole!

You’re taking the piss. This isn't Flashdance.

Tell me..

do you keep some kind of HR register?

Do a reverse for me, OK?

The pole!

Here we go.

Look what she was wearing.

Suits me, right?

Why the same dress? They look like stage costumes.

Whose blood is it?

The blood on the dress isn't Nicole Guerroni's.

It's old blood, at least 20 years old.

Do you know those two girls?

Karadec, you're here!

Oh clam it. You missed everything!

Major Karadec, police. May I ask you a few questions?

Aren't you drinking this?

No, Morgane.

- She doesn't want it. - Neither do you.

We're investigating a 50-year-old murder case.

What can you tell us about her?

Her stage name was Tulip.

She vanished suddenly, it never occurred to me

she might be dead.

Do you know Tulip's real name?

Sorry, but back then, our dancers were secretive

about their identity.

The other girl is Nicole Guerroni.

She was bumped off yesterday.

Her stage name was Coco.

She and Tulip were the stars of the establishment.

In the 1970s, the Pearl was very different.

The whole city came down here to dance:

workers, aristocrats, the underworld...

From 10pm till 5am, I was the most powerful woman in town.

But Tulip and Coco were my protégées.

They'd come up to Lille to dance, their double act was a smash hit.

The clients loved them.

But they didn't want to do it forever, they had dreams.

They wanted to open a dance school.

Do you remember the last time you saw Tulip?

One day, she didn't come to work.

Coco told us she'd gone back to her family in Amiens.

I wasn't surprised, she often sent them money.

A few days later, Coco resigned too.

It was the end of an era.

A witness saw a black Citroen DS

leave the scene...

Holy cow!

- Hey, whose was this? - Yours truly's!

My car. Like I told you, business was booming.

Yes. you did. But you forgot to mention that you killed Tulip.

The day after the murder,

a witness saw your car where the body was found.

I presume SVB are your initials?

They're in the sales contract for the dance school.

Sarah Van Bergen? Sarah Van Bratten?

Sarah Van Broek.

You bought Nicole's silence

by buying her a dance school.

It was an accident.

Back then, people were envious of the Pearl's success.

I was a woman in a man's world. I had enemies.

Especially that pimp Jean-Mi, who owned the Charleston.

I'd stolen his best dancers, he took it badly.

Then one night he came in after we'd closed,

coked up to the gills.

He pulled his gun out, a bullet flew by my face.

I grabbed the gun I had hidden behind the bar...

and I fired.

I hadn't seen Tulip behind him.

Instead of calling the police, you bought Nicole's silence.

She kept the secret but her Alzheimer's meant

she might expose you.

I didn't kill Coco.

This was 50 years ago.

I haven't been in touch with her since.

Sarah Van Broek admits to accidentally killing Tulip in 1972

but not Nicole Guerroni.

The murder she could be charged for. Any alibi?

Nothing that can be verified.

- Coffee? - I'd kill for one.

Two witnesses were at Nicole Guerroni's just before she died,

maybe they'll recognize our suspect.

I hope so.

I don't believe it!

Why aren't you in class? Where's Major Lenormand?

He's having a short nap at the moment.

It's fatigue. He's shattered.

He's plastered!

Dance for me, Salomé.

Yeah, well..

Don't get me started on the plague of alcoholism in the police.

Shit, Morgane. I've got IGPN on my back!

If you don't put in the hours, you won't be reinstated.

Finish your course at reception.

Not Monochrome Jérôme!

So do you like being on reception with me?

I'm having a ball, Jérôme.

- A customer! - Yes.

I'm here to see Major Karadec to identify a suspect.

- Good. - Bzzz!

Bzzz!

Here.

Electronic devices in the tray.

He doesn't have any.

Fuck, Jérôme!

Supercop is down the hall, go ahead.

Seriously?

Were you born this way? Did something happen?

No.

Another customer.

Hi, I've got an appointment.

Bzzz... She's good.

She isn't carrying.

I'm here to identify a suspect.

ID, please.

And?

Electronic devices.

Am I right?

In the tray.

Give it here.

No.

I haven't finished.

Wait till I'm done.

Look, I'll take you there.

She might get lost.

May I have my card?

Be right back.

Have a nice day.

Goodbye.

Come on, we're next.

Aren't you on reception?

I've done the plastic trays, I think I've got it.

All right.

OK.

Could you tell me if you recognize any of these people?

Perhaps you ran into them

near Nicole Guerroni's the night of the murder.

Take your time.

That woman in the middle.

I think she was parked outside Nicole's.

Are you sure?

Yes, our eyes met as I left. It was her.

Wow!

Very nice performance.

Definitely Oscar-worthy!

But No.3 didn't kill the old girl. This lady here did.

Excuse me?

Quit the playacting.

Sure, you want to nail her. She killed your mother.

Still, that's not very nice.

She's from Amiens, like Tulip.

But 100,000 people live in Amiens.

Yeah? No kidding.

How many have the exact same dimple as her mother?

Not a lot!

Dimples are sexy though. I wish I had one.

Admit it, look, even with the long face,

there's a family likeness.

It was her mother Sarah Van Broek killed in 1970.

Are you Tulip's daughter?

Her real name was Sabine.

When I was a little girl, she went to Lille to become a dancer.

I went to live with my grandparents.

She promised to come for me as soon as she could.

Then one day she stopped getting in touch.

I always thought she'd abandoned me but at the same time

I couldn't believe it.

I went into dancing for her.

When I was 18, I decided

to try to find her.

You met Nicole Guerroni, while looking for your mother?

Mom talked about her a lot in her letters.

When I asked her if she knew

where my mother was, she said they'd lost touch.

But she offered me a job in her dance school.

How did you work out what had happened?

When I called to see her,

she was completely lost.

She said she was sorry for everything. She regretted it.

I didn't understand.

I realized she was confusing me with my mother.

She told me everything,

without knowing who she was talking to.

I grew up without my mother

and for all these years, she had protected her killer.

I watched her go to sleep.

Major, you're already here.

Yes.

As I always say, the best way to be on time is to be early.

- Right? - Yes.

You were leaving?

No, I left my hydroalcoholic gel in the car.

I always carry two. That way, if I lose one,

I have a spare.

Take it?

Thank you.

Shall we sit down?

All right.

I've had a really nice evening.

Me too.

Sorry... I thought that...

To hell with it.

Lenormand, are you there?

Yeah!

Do you need help?

I'll be fine.

No, really... I'm OK.

Sure?

Yes, I'm fine.

Just fine.

A bit under the weather, though.

Hey, you'll like this. Look what I found on my phone!

You have to say, it's quite something!

- I mean... - To put it mildly!

It looks pretty bad, for a major.

By the way, aside from that,

you haven't done my appraisal.

Really? I'll give you 14 out of 20.

20 is better, right?

OK, 20/20.

- Yeah, it rocks. - It really does.

Plus that'll teach them.

All right. Naturally we forget about...

No idea what you're talking about.

Ah... well that's just fine.

Admit it, we had a lot of fun though, right?

Yeah, we had a laugh.

We made a super team, you and me.

It was great.

Absolutely.

Be seeing you, Lenormand.

Yes, be seeing you too, Alvaro.

Bye.

You too.

- It was great. - Thanks.

Good luck with everything.

We don't usually do second viewings at this hour

but Madam insisted.

I get the feeling it's a house you like.

We do, don't we? This is the one... we'll take it!

Are you serious? What about the drumming classes?

I'm going to take it up.

It'll relax me after a long day with the cops.

This is the one. We're going to be very happy here!

Subtitles by Kevin Smith for VECTRACOM