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Morgane?

Ludo has left me.

I can't stay at Gilles's. Too many memories!

Come in.

It'll be fine.

Don't worry, it's just for a couple of nights.

I'll bounce back.

2 months later...

Come on, time to get up.

The kids have gone to school. Let's tidy up a bit too.

No, leave me alone. Can't you see I'm in a bad way?

You haven't worked for two months.

You know what you need? An investigation.

Move out of the way, I'm missing my soap.

Fine, stay here if you want.

But you're missing a remarkable crime scene.

Gilles just briefed me.

It's halfway between the Black Dahlia and Yellow Room mysteries.

A female judge, brutally murdered in her courthouse.

The body was found in a windowless room.

Most mysteriously of all... she was locked inside.

You were taking the piss with your Yellow Room Mystery.

There are 15 windows and 18 doors!

I was misinformed.

Yeah?

Hello, Morgane.

Nice to see you.

Likewise. Yay!

Still finding her feet. Could you brief her?

Sure.

Judge Carole Massart, 49, was presiding over deliberations.

She left the courtroom to fetch a file

and never returned.

Murdered during deliberations!

Intriguing, right, Morgane?

I'm so fucking intrigued.

Dr Bonnemain.

A particularly sophisticated modus operandi, you say.

Not at all.

Struck over the head with a paperweight, like this one. Classic.

We won't know for sure till I've done the autopsy.

Gilles?

The victim had a shady private life, isn't that right?

Yes, of course, yes, yes.

Well, she was single, no kids...

Married to her job.

One very odd thing...

She drove an automatic.

No way!

Gilles, I need you to help me stimulate Morgane.

I'm sick of seeing her depressed on my sofa.

Just motivate her, OK?

Find anything?

Zilch.

HIP HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

The jurors told me Mrs Massart hadn't come back.

So I went to check her office...

And there..

I was her clerk for 15 years!

She was an outstanding magistrate.

Brilliant, and very human...

Mr Le Goff,

at what time did you find the body?

It was 10.21.

No... 10.22.

Your desk is in the judge's office?

That's right.

Where were you?

With the budget cuts, I work in a range of departments.

Mondays and Tuesdays, I help Mrs Milain in Family Affairs.

Thursday afternoons,

I'm with Mrs Deletraz in the Appeals Court.

But not during school vacations

because..

I understand Judge Massart was murdered just as the verdict was due in.

Yes.

What was the case?

Manslaughter in a hazing prank.

Very contentious.

But first I should explain the context.

Remember the debate on Article 225-16-1 of the penal code in 2000?

OK, Henri?

Morgane, I have an urgent question for you.

What do you use in your blanquette sauce to make it so tender?

Blanquette? I've never cooked blanquette in my life.

So who did?

That was Lucio, Henri. Ludo did the cooking.

Yes, it must have been Ludo. So how's tricks?

So-so.

The neighborhood is much less fun without you.

It was a shock to see new owners move into your house.

There are new owners?

Your house has been sold.

Didn't I tell you?

No.

And how are the children?

If you ever need a babysitter,

I've got my Metro card.

Henri, I have to go now. I miss you too.

You take care now.

Tell me more about the case being tried.

A SUP2M orientation weekend.

One student, Adrien Modier, died of alcohol poisoning.

Two members of the Student Office

had forced the freshmen to drink

and were charged with manslaughter.

Who'd want to stop the verdict from being announced?

Hard to say, the jury hadn't voted.

Only they knew what they would decide.

They were going down!

By six votes to two, a clear majority.

That doesn't count the judge's vote

but it would have changed nothing.

You didn't make the jurors break their pledge of secrecy...

I did no such thing! We just chatted.

Things got off to a good start for the defendants.

They'd hired some pitbull lawyers.

Witnesses said the kid got plastered of his own accord

the night of his death.

An acquittal was on the cards.

Then came the big twist!

The judge put the victim's mother on the stand.

She explained that her son

had never touched a drop of alcohol

because his father died an alcoholic.

He was traumatized by

etc, etc.

Anyway, according to her,

no way would he drink without being forced to.

She radically swayed opinion in the courtroom.

Then it all kicked off.

Members of the Student Office, there to support their pals.

caused a ruckus but the judge intervened

and cleared the room.

According to jurors, her attitude changed over the following days.

She wasn't focused.

she didn't seem to be listening, kept looking at her phone.

One of them even saw her crying in the bathroom.

Shady.

Did you notice Judge Massart acting differently?

It's true, she'd been a little distracted.

Might she have received threats or being intimidated?

She would rather die than compromise her integrity.

Which is kind of what happened.

Wow.

Respect! I could never carry off an outfit like that.

You look stunning.

Thank you.

Sandra Weber. I'm a reporter for the Lille Mail.

Morgane Alvaro.

I work with Supercop there.

Ah, Major Stiff.

I admire you.

Quite a story, this judge business.

Any leads?

Is the Lille Mail part of the Entomology Illustrated group?

My son buys it and it's VERY expensive.

Can you tell them?

Sure.

I'll make inquiries.

Well, here's my card, if you ever want a drink.

Let me know.

What are you doing?

That journalist is bad news. A shit-stirrer.

You didn't tell her anything?

What am I, a rookie? Of course not!

Talking of people we're not meant to be pals with,

what about Miss IGPN?

Don't deny it, I have spies everywhere!

I was going to tell you about it when you came back to work.

- Yeah? Well, I'm here. - Exactly.

- Now you know. - When exactly did she seduce you?

When she tried to fire you? Or when she was after my head?

Here come your, two defendants.

Murderers! You won't get away with this!

Ma'am, look at me. Ma'am..

Calm down. Look at me, it won't change anything.

Look at me. Everything's OK.

Let go of me... let go of me

They killed my son.

They killed my son!

I was so proud of my boy, getting into a prestigious college.

They killed him!

I'm sorry about your son,

but you should let the law...

The law has been against me from the start!

When my son, Adrien, died,

they didn't start investigating for months.

Even though I told them that my son never drank.

He knew what alcohol had done to his father.

Nobody believed me. The only one to listen was Judge Massart.

So they killed her too.

The defendants didn't kill your son, they were with their lawyer.

One of their supporters did, then.

They've been trying to intimidate us for weeks.

You've had threats?

What kind of intimidation?

This came last night.

They lied, to sully our name.

Death to Judge Massart!

Death to Modier's mother!

I've had dozens of them since the trial began.

I talked to the judge's neighbors.

A shady guy was lurking on the stairs two days ago with a baseball bat.

- Maybe the harasser. - Any description?

Average height, 1m75.

He wore a hoodie so no one saw his face.

Keep me posted.

OK, we'll be in touch.

Our victim was doing pretty good.

How much do judges earn?

Not sure.

Have you found anything?

Zilch.

Hey.

This thing between Karadec and Miss IGPN

seems pretty serious.

With Roxane? Seems like it, yes.

After what she put us through, you and Daphné must be pissed off.

Did you check the office? I'll go see.

Anyway, if she comes simpering to police HQ, there's no telling

what I might do.

By the way, I meant to tell you, during your absence...

- Find anything? - Zilch.

Forensics will be taking samples, maybe you shouldn't... OK.

Now then, let me see.

Here, blow this up.

What for?

To see what our victim shredded just before she died.

When we found her, she had a tiny bit of paper

stuck to her acrylic pants, by static electricity.

This is nursery-school physics.

Just tell yourself that everything around you

is made up of atoms.

What's an atom?

A nucleus with one or more electrons spinning around it.

You get the picture?

Not really. I had asthma in nursery school.

Imagine you're an atom, and you're there,

wandering around with your little electron

spinning around you.

Then someone comes along,

rubs up against you and steals your electron. You get mad!

So you rub up against anything that moves to get their electron.

This is the same.

OK.

Anyway, look, if you've been following me,

I'm stealing electrons from the carpet and turning my balloon

into a magnet.

It's what makes hair stick to a balloon,

polystyrene to a cat's ass,

and paper to pants.

Who stole the electrons from the paper she shredded just before dying?

The shredder!

Yes, so if we want to recover

what she shredded, we do this.

Not very convincing.

The problem with static electricity is, it dissipates over time.

So we're screwed.

Pity, because...

You'll get your mojo back.

Come on, pack it all up, we'll sort through it at HQ.

Back in the saddle! So what's up?

Guess who's back? Did you miss me?

Hi, Morgane.

That's so nice! A team lunch for my return?

I'm chuffed to bits!

What the hell's that?

The philodendron? A gift from Roxane.

- From the Prefect! - The Prefect.

He thought the office needed plants so he bought a philodendron.

In MY spot?

Hey, be careful!

Mind your backs

Hello, Morgane.

Feeling better?

Adam told me you'd been off for a few weeks.

I'm just great.

I know we got off to a bad start, you and me.

I hope we can move on.

Anyway it'd make me happy to try.

I've got an IP for the video threatening the judge.

The host says it was posted on the SUP2M Lille campus.

A student sent it.

Hi.

- Ma'am. - Hi, how may I help?

Major Karadec, police. To see your students.

- You're from the police too? - Yes.

Your colleague is in the Marshall amphitheater.

- Down the hall. - My colleague?

All right, don't get mad. We were just chatting!

You passed yourself off as a police officer?

So?

Put the phones down.

Put the cell phones down!

Death to Judge Massart!

Are you crazy?

What?

Assaulting a police officer!

It was her!

- Liar! I saw her give you the finger. -What?!

- Come on. - Let go of me!

I'll file a complaint!

OK, you, you, you, you and you. Get up.

Come on, unless you want to sleep in a cell.

Got a lead?

Our suspect is skilled at framing.

If you remember, he filmed horizontally.

He has an eye for composition. Like in movies.

Another important detail:

he started the video vertically, then adjusted the framing,

making this movement,

i.e. in an anticlockwise direction.

Meaning he's...?

- Right-handed. - Yesss!

So you and you can sit down again.

Here's the best bit..

Karadec, hang on to your hat, this'll be quick.

Three, two, one...

Don't move!

What have you got on him?

Zilch, not a thing.

No way!

I just got lucky.

Get up.

Well done.

Bye, Lille, that's all from me!

I didn't kill anyone, it was just a bit of fun.

Do you think it's funny?

You didn't just make videos.

Your phone was logged several times in the vicinity of Judge Massart's home.

What were you doing up there?

I wanted to film her windows, spook her, but I didn't go inside.

It's true, I swear!

The neighbors saw a prowler in a hoodie with a baseball bat.

That was her!

What are you on about?

The judge was crazy, so I stopped following her.

She was freaking me out.

Oh fuck.

It isn't doctored.

It's Judge Massart vandalizing the car three days ago.

Judge by day, criminal by night.

- Whose vehicle is it? - Charlotte Leroyls.

I left her a message. She has no links to the judge.

It seems gratuitous.

0K? keep the student in custody

until we know more tomorrow.

In fact she's your big buddy.

What?

Roxane.

You all get along great with her.

Roxane?

No... oh no.

We played an escape game and lost.

She's great at laser games.

She and Gilles hammered me and the Major.

Ah, right. Laser games as well!

So she's your new super buddy. Your BFF.

Not at all!

I put up with her for the Major, I don't even like her.

I couldn't care less.

So if I accidentally dropped this mug...

Yeah

It wouldn't bother you.

-At all? - Not a bit.

OK. you know what?

I'll work from home, this is betrayal!

"Great at laser games." Bunch of rats!

I get the feeling she's not keen on Roxane.

So how was the weekend at Ludo's? Cool?

It was fine. We went acrobranching.

Acrobranching? Fantastic!

Was it fun, babe?

What about the game we said we'd play?

Horse?

Japanese warriors.

Samurai!

A warring dwarf?

- Out of time. - No way, shit!

- I'd almost got it. - It was Pocahontas.

Pocahontas?

- Pocahontas? - It wasn't clear.

Come on, our turn!

The mom-and-son dream team. Now focus.

You're with me.

Ready, steady, go

This is easy.

A witch.

- A praying mantis. - No!

A hyena!

Cruella!

- Anything to tell me, babe? - Hey, no talking!

Don't blame Mom. She can't work in couples.

You're useless, I'd rather be with Dad.

It was an angel!

Don't worry, he'll get over it.

How's the apartment hunt going?

So you want rid of me too?

Not at all, you're welcome.

But take my advice: be careful.

When I left my ex, my son fell out with me.

His dad lavished him with gifts, I was the bad guy.

Don't let it happen to you.

Ludo and I have split up before, Eliott will get used to it.

Morgane, his dad takes him acrobranching

while you make him sleep on an inflatable mattress.

Who do you think he wants to be with?

Help yourself.

Did it all calm down with your son?

Yes, things are better.

He lives in Nice with his father now.

Major? Charlotte Leroy is here.

Thanks, Daphné.

Case closed! I know who the killer is.

I spent all night piecing it together but it was worth it.

This is what our judge shredded just before dying.

Mister Universe, her lover.

She left him, he killed her. Classic.

Not now, the owner of the car vandalized by the judge is here.

To hell with vandalism!

- Follow the sex lead! - It can wait.

The sex lead!

Hello, ma'am. Thanks for coming.

It's only normal.

You know who vandalized my car?

Honey, you left your phone in the car.

The sex lead, Karadec!

I know her, it's the sicko who attacked my husband.

I was out walking with Charlotte and she grabbed me.

I had no idea who she was.

She called him a liar, insulted him. A real nut.

Carole Massart had an account on a dating site.

She was in contact with "CookieChris",

a French teacher in New York.

They exchanged lots of messages

and photos.

This is you, right?

This is crazy.

Christian is snowed under, harassed by clients.

April 5: "Thanks for the photos.

"I want to cross the Atlantic to make love to you."

12 May: "I'm bewitched by your inner beauty."

Very poetic.

You must be crazy, I never wrote that.

Another erotomaniac.

My husband is very attractive, women become fixated on him.

Mr Leroy, you seduced Carole Massart,

claiming to be a New York bachelor.

You met up in a hotel once or twice a month,

saying you were in Lille on business.

Three days ago, she ran into you with your wife.

She threatened to tell your wife everything.

You had to stop her.

That's nonsense.

- Yesterday, between 9 and 10.30? - I was at home.

With your wife?

- Yes. - Can she confirm that?

Yes, he was with me.

I bust a gut to find the guy

and you just let him go!

We had no choice, Morgane, his wife is his alibi.

She's lying to protect him!

It's classic, a wife covering for her husband.

Maybe it's the other way round.

Supposing she bumped her off and he's covering for her.

Like in that movie, remember? You know!

With that act, the handsome old guy

with the hat and the whip.

Me hasn't got a hat and whip. In the film, he's a lawyer.

And there's a trial, because he...

Good evening.

- Good evening, Morgane. - Hi.

- I'll be with you in a second. - Take your time.

There's a tapas bar opposite the venue.

- We can grab a bite first. - Let's do it.

Don't take him out of his comfort zone, stick to Indian.

He isn't very adventurous with food.

They have plenty of vegetarian options. I called to check.

You think of everything.

Oh, you think of everything!

Super!

Wow, that philodendron has really grown.

Bye, Morgane.

Whatever.

Here, get a load of this.

There!

Hi!

Great neighborhood.

The kids are doing their homework.

OK.

Théa!

Yeah, coming!

Eliott, your mom's here.

I don't want to go.

She's your mother, you have to see her.

We don't even have a bed there.

I know.

Put up with it tonight and I'll take you go-karting this weekend.

You're really settled in, this is great.

Super.

This isn't the way to Céline's.

I found an apartment.

You found an apartment? When?

This morning.

I think you'll like it.

I just need to pick something up at the station, it won't take long.

Wait, no cheating.

No cheating!

You can take your scarf off, Eliott. Well?

Awesome, isn't it?

This is your apartment?

For this week anyway. Come on.

This is the huge sitting-room.

With its large-screen TV.

- Weird decoration. - Moving on...

In here... We don't know what this room's for.

Finally, the third bedroom...

Hold tight, here comes the star of the show.

Check it out..

A private bathroom, so that one's mine.

You have your own,

beside your rooms.

Is it good or is it good?

- I'll take the big bed. - No, it's not fair!

Having fun, honey? Are you exploring?

Go on, build up your biceps.

Now what do these sex-texts say?

Thanks for the photos.

I want to cross the Atlantic to make love to you.

I'm bewitched by your inner, beauty.

I thought about you all night.

Our love is like a comet that comes close to the Earth once every century.

You've awakened the dormant volcano within me.

Your feelings echo mine.

Our love flitters like gl...

Glitters like gold.

My battery's dead. Any chargers around?

Over there.

Wrong connection. I'll take yours, OK?

Help yourself.

What's all this?

Just stuff I steal from work to sell on the Internet.

- Skip it. - So is this a crime scene?

Of course not!

Wait, that's important, it's part of my case.

Give it back!

You're taking the piss.

OK, so the owner was bumped off. Not here, though, so who cares?

I refuse to sleep in a corpse's bed! Did you change the sheets?

I told you, she wasn't killed here, we're just fine!

- Mom, who's that? - Nobody move.

Killers always return to the scene of the crime.

No, stop. Don't panic.

Stay where you are, don't move.

And remember... I love you!

You! What the hell are you doing here?!

It isn't what you think.

I just wanted to talk to...

to the neighbors about the judge's death for my article.

The door was open...

Stop confusing me,

you're contaminating a crime scene under seal

with your bullshit!

Am I imagining it or are you with your kids?

OK, so I found some champagne in the cooler.

Care for a glass first?

I go back to work

after two months of depression.

I turn up, what do I find?

The woman has stuck this massive, hideous plant

right in my spot!

Seriously. A philodendron, if you please.

I mean, the very name. It's a declaration of war!

What's it called again?

A philodendron!

She's good, though.

Yeah, she's good.

Very passive-aggressive.

Bigtime!

The minute I turn my back, she conquers the entire police station.

Julius Caesar in sheep's clothing!

I swear.

We've got one at the newspaper.

She twists the editor round her little finger.

Naturally, I have to find juicier and juicier scoops.

Yeah.

Otherwise I'm dead, it's like I don't exist.

Frankly, Morgane, do you think I actually wanted

to break into a judge's apartment?

- Of course not. - Judge Massart!

Let's talk about her.

A real goody-goody.

Apparently she was sleeping with a married man.

Oh no, you won't worm any information out of me!

Why not? We could help each other.

Oh no, Supercop was clear about that.

I can't talk about the case.

I talked to your suspect's close friends today but never mind.

I'll keep it to myself.

I can't talk about the case but can about the investigators.

You're offering me a report from behind the scenes at police HQ?

But it's quid pro quo! Do we have a deal?

Yes, it's a deal!

You first, I don't trust you.

So, Christian...

Leroy, your suspect.

The cute guy who seduced the judge.

He's as faithful as a rutting bonobo.

And his wife knows it!

Two years ago, she filed for divorce.

He managed to win her back, in extremis.

Wait, wait...

They started divorce proceedings?

Do you know with which court?

You've reached Morgane Alvaro.

Leave me a message.

Morgane, it's Karadec.

I'm behind the courtroom, where are you? Call me.

Psst!

Here I am!

Get over here!

Quick!

What are you doing?

Where were you? I've been waiting for an hour!

- You didn't break in... - Quick before someone sees us!

Fuck!

Wait, I'd better give you a hand...

I'm here. Come on!

What are you messing with now?

What are you doing here? Where are we?

In the Family Affairs archives.

Guess what, we were totally wrong, Karadec.

It wasn't Christian Leroy messaging our victim.

I found out that the Leroys filed for divorce in this court in 2020.

Guess what. Madam realized that Monsieur

had the annoying habit of sending naked photos of himself to girls

the moment her back was turned.

They abandoned the procedure

but the file must be here somewhere.

Yes!

Here we go.

Look, it's the photos sent to the judge!

You think someone here pretended to be him to contact the victim?

And thanks to the Romans, I know who it is.

- The Romans? - I'll explain on the way.

We inherited our alphabet

from the Romans, right?

Only they invented it for their own language: Latin.

Then they invaded Europe

and forced Asterix and his pals to use it.

Then every region added their own local flavor,

adding accents agd combining letters to create new sounds.

A total mess!

Family Affairs, 2nd floor, to the left.

I get the Roman thing but how does it affect us?

In the messages sent to our victim,

I spotted one or two odd details:

apostrophes in improbable places,

the spelling of mille,

a letter K instead of an X...

There are two explanations:

either they're typos, some guy typing with his left hand

because his right hand was busy...

Or his autocorrect was playing tricks.

His autocorrect?

Our guy often wrote text messages in another language.

One with no double Ls,

where Ks replace Xs and with apostrophes in the middle of a word.

And that language is...? This is right up your street.

- Breton. - Exactly!

Who among the judge's acquaintances is Breton

and works part-time in Family Affairs?

Mondays and Tuesdays, I help Mrs Milain in Family Affairs.

Your feelings eeho mine.

Our love flitters like gl...

Glitters.

Hey, Cyrano.

Have you written a poem for us?

Carole Massart thought she was texting Christian Leroy but it was you.

I didn't mean to lie to her.

I've always had trouble meeting women.

Then last year,

my sister signed me up to a dating site.

At first, I was reluctant.

Then I happened upon Mrs Massart's profile.

Well..

I was amazed to see that such a brilliant and beautiful woman

might be as lonely as me.

So you contacted her.

Yes, we talked all night.

And the next night, and the next.

In real life, she never looked at me.

Online, she thought I was funny and attractive.

She even confided her private feelings

about the trial.

Then she wanted a photo.

I couldn't tell her the truth.

You didn't have a profile picture?

Not at first.

So you decided to use photos of Christian Leroy?

Is that it?

Unfortunately Carole Massart ran into the real Christian Leroy with his wife.

Once she was over the shock, she did some research,

realized you were behind it all and was about to report you.

She never knew it was me.

She thought the fake profile had been set up

by a journalist or a lawyer,

someone who wanted to extract information from her about the trial.

I should have come clean,

told her I'd used fake photos but all the rest was true.

I was a coward but I would never have hurt her, I swear.

She was the love of my life.

The clerk denies murder but has dozens of photos of the victim. He's obsessed.

- Any alibi? - Nothing solid.

Excuse me.

Hi.

Gilles?

What! When?

Tell Forensics to scour the place.

Someone ha's been in the victim's apartment.

Oops.

Well, it's obviously a burglary.

Nothing to do with our case.

- Can we go now? - Burglary?

It looks like some wild animals invaded.

Major, Forensics don't know which way to turn.

This guy left traces everywhere:

washing-up, fingerprints, hair... He didn't even take out the trash!

I've been thinking...

That clerk of court is this close to cracking.

Rather than disperse, we should get back and turn the screw.

He'll crack sooner if we can prove he broke into the victim's apartment.

This guy is sick!

Since the object of his obsession is dead,

he's regressed to childhood.

We've found a diaper!

Remind you of anything?

Can I have a word?

I can't help thinking we should be putting pressure on the clerk!

Tell me you didn't squat in the victim's apartment.

Of course not.

Honestly!

He cooked a kilo of pasta shells!

Yeah?

The intruder also bought stuff on the victim's cable account:

a documentary on solar storms and an episode of Paw Patrol.

Paw Patrol!

OK, I spent one night here with the kids.

To soak up the personality of the victim!

It's an American method.

You're taking the piss!

If Céline or the Prosecutor find out..

- Nobody will. - You're crazy!

Nobody will find out, nobody saw me.

Only Sandra, she won't say anything.

Sandra, the journalist?

She came rooting around for her article.

Chill. We struck a deal,

we're good.

You stupid cow.

So you realize how serious this is?

Morgane, I'm not done telling you off!

Sandra wasn't here for an article.

She came to find her phone!

Why would the judge have a state-of-the-art charger

when she uses some lousy old phone?

Wrong connector.

To charge a different phone!

Sandra left me her card with the number crossed out.

She had her phone nicked, hence the new number.

Why would a judge steal her phone?

She wanted to know who'd been taking the piss

for months with a fake account.

She thought it was Sandra!

A journalist manipulating her to get a scoop on the trial?

If Sandra took the trouble to recover the phone personally,

by breaking in here,

it must have interesting info on it.

Give that to me.

Don't bother thanking me.

We found this on your phone.

What is it?

Your latest article?

Quite.

Adrien's mother insisted her son didn't drink

but here he's willingly drinking alcohol.

Big scoop. Bravo.

Thank you!

Ever hear of obstructing the law?

This information could have cleared the defendants.

Instead of telling the police, you planned a scoop after the verdict.

So I should do your job for you?

I had to trawl through thousands of photos.

Cops and investigators don't have my patience.

Why should I pass it on?

Because it's the law.

Failure to reveal evidence of innocence lands you in jail for three years.

Given Judge Massart's integrity, she'd have come after you.

You are accusing me of murder, Major?

Has your investigation hit the rocks?

Do you mind if I record you?

I want to quote you accurately when I write my piece.

Take this back.

I sense you're going to get mad, Major.

A bit of police violence will make the story even juicier.

The only one to listen was Judge Massart!

It's OK, she's with me.

Are you OK? Did you find it easily?

Was it you who called? You have news?

Yes, come here, sit down for a minute.

Erica, I know you're suffering and raging.

But let's face it,

you killed Judge Massart. Let me explain.

When we found the body, the desk was covered

in a thin layer of dust, aside from a small area

by the box of tissues.

As if she'd handed it to someone

she had just given bad news to.

The day before the verdict

she found out that your son

had been drinking the night of his death.

She had to acquit the defendants.

He'd been drinking

and I'm sure the judge wanted to forewarn you of her decision.

She knew you'd be upset.

So she passed you the tissues.

Only you grabbed the paperweight.

Look.

Don't look so miserable! You look like your philo-thingy.

I made her confess in a public place with a cop beside us.

Admit it, I've made progress!

- Progress isn't the word I'd use. - OK.

I called Forensics and told them to skip testing on the DNA

found in the judge's apartment, so you can relax.

I knew you'd deal with it. Guys?

No kids tonight, how about a drink?

- Yeah. - Yeah!

Morgane, are you taking the piss?

"They can't manage without me. Portrait of an anti-cop."

Since when do you give unauthorized interviews?

No, wait, time out! It was part of the investigation.

Dissing colleagues too?

"At Lille police, she's known as The Brain."

They can't solve a case without her." And this photo.

Your feet on my desk?!

It was quid pro quo, an exchange to get information!

For the investigation!

To think I took you in. Well, get this.

Don't count on me again.

I didn't say that!

"With an IQ of 160, she's always a step ahead of her colleagues."

Does she mean we're stupid?

"Interviews, reports, IT...

"She handles it all with a bit of help from colleagues."

Are you kidding? Let's have that drink without her.

I didn't say that!

She's twisted my words, that's not what I said!

She...

You think it's funny.

Yes, Morgane, I think it's very funny.

Have a nice evening.

Sure, have a nice evening.

OK, so I've been had!

Well, Romain, cheers.

Here.

It's been a while, I know.

I don't know if you know, I got back with Ludo.

I'd just found out you were dead.

And Ludo's great, he's...

But he isn't you.

So it hasn't worked out

and I'm all alone, like a stupid cow,

talking to a box buried in my garden.

My former garden.

It isn't even my garden.

Aren't you drinking? Let me help.

They all say I'm unbearable.

What do you reckon?

Would you have left me too?

Maybe you were the only guy in the world who could put up with me

and now... you're gone.

I try, I swear I try, but seriously...

Wow!

With you, things were straightforward. It was easy, it was great.

But now, I can't do it.

Darn it!

Anyway, I'm going.

I'll be back, I don't know when.

Oh, darn it!

Karadec?