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Of course not! It should have gone out the window!

The window's stuck.

Come on, push. Go on!

I can't, I haven't got a hold!

Come on, left, left...

- Where? - Left!

What left?!

Henri, the other left!

Come on, push, push!

Let's slide it down, like a toboggan!

Shit!

Bet your mom was never bored in this neighborhood.

She was in a care home for ages.

She couldn't let the home go.

That's why it feels so weird to sell it.

If I could have... But who'd rent a house in this state?

Me, Henri! Yes, me!

Why yes, that might have worked.

I won't lie to you, Henri, I'm a lousy tenant.

Always late with the rent...

I fall out with neighbors...

Plus I'm "heavy on wear and tear".

650 euros.

A month.

And you pay to spruce the place up. How's that?

Wait, seriously?

Sure, but it's not so attractive.

A place in that state, plus the neighborhood

isn't what it used to be.

- It's lively. - It certainly is.

We've got a deal.

Go on, then.

I'll do the place up.

It's gonna be great.

It's... yeah, there's work to do.

Karadec's here.

- OK. Gilles? - Major.

So what have we got?

Our victim was buried this morning.

But the court demanded an autopsy at the last minute.

Suspected homicide.

OK, so where's the body?

That's what we're all wondering.

- Is this some kind of joke? - No.

Where's Morgane?

HIP HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

The woman who's meant to be in the coffin is Hélène Lecoq, 59,

head of a family-run frozen-food company.

She had late-stage cancer.

Found dead by her husband three days ago.

Signs of strangulation were found while dressing the body.

In the time it took to act,

Hélène Lecoq was buried. Or so we thought.

Someone wanted to avoid the autopsy. But why a graveyard statue?

It isn't real stone.

It's a molding.

Plaster, to be precise.

The problem with plaster statues is they can't withstand bad weather.

In the rain, they crack and swell up.

Six months outside would turn the Virgin Mary into an old leper.

Where do we find

life-size statues of the Virgin Mary indoors?

A church!

Yeah, a church.

Any church service before the burial?

It must be on file.

Yes, at St-Martin de Brunehaut's.

from 9 till 10.

Maybe the body was stolen from there.

Call Daphné, get her to check. You finish up here.

Morgane. come on, we'll interview the victim's family.

You mean... just the two of us... alone?

Yes, as usual.

Yeah... OK.

Come on.

Do you have something to tell me?

You haven't said a word, it's not like you.

No, I'm just thinking about stuff.

I do sometimes.

You're being evasive.

You're hiding something.

Not at all! That's nonsense.

Hey, I'm a cop.

- So is it because of Roxane? - Roxane?

- So is it because of Roxane? - Roxane?

Has she sworn you to secrecy?

Don't act all innocent!

I've heard whispers. She's making plans for my birthday.

Ah, OK, your birthday. Yeah, she's'planning a surprise.

Wait, I take that back. I didn't say anything!

Can I hear what it is?

I didn't say a thing...

Morgane, I hate surprises.

Oooh, I didn't say a thing!

A party at my place?

My mother! She hasn't invited my mother...

The Lecoqs run a frozen-food empire: GrannyCool.

Big hitters in the local economy,

so just keep a low profile.

Oh, you know me.

Yes, which is why I'm asking you to keep a low profile.

Wow!

Fuck, they have albino peacocks.

I didn't know they existed!

Our victim.

Classy!

What are you doing? Put those glasses down!

No.

No, I said!

Karadec.

They look like Cluedo suspects.

Hello... May I help you?

Are you Hélène Lecoq's husband? Major Karadec, police.

Sorry to bother you at a time like this.

Could we possibly have a word?

Sorry to tell you, Hélène's body is missing.

- What! - Missing?

How can her body be missing?

It can't be, we buried her four hours ago.

We're doing all we can to find your wife's body.

- My daughter! How awful! - We'll find her, don't worry.

Mr Lecoq, it was you who found your wife dead, is that right?

What were the circumstances?

It was Monday morning.

I noticed she hadn't got up, so I went to see her

in her room, and couldn't wake her up.

- Were you alone at home that night? - Yes.

Why are you asking him this?

Hélène's nurse reported

that her death was suspicious.

But... what are you talking about?

Someone was eager to prevent an autopsy.

Wait, so you think my daughter was murdered?

It's possible, ma'am, yes.

Hey, Lucien!

Tell me or I'll torture you. You're the quiet type.

Say, can you give me any info on who did it?

Go on.

Right.

- Morgane? - Yo, Daphné!

It's me. What's up?

I'm at the church, and you were right.

A statue is missing in the sacristy.

So that's where the swap took place. Where's the body?

No sign of it.

I asked around and the undertaker says the coffin

was left unattended in the sacristy for an hour before the burial.

Those with access were: the victim's husband,

her sister, brother-in-law, mother, the priest,

and the mother's golf teacher, who's a close family friend.

So it has to be

one of those six people who took the body?

Yeah. By the way, Morgane.

Did you do the Major's card? I need another 15 signatures.

Must go, Daphné, I have a revelation to make. Take care.

Got them!

Stay there, I'll be right back.

Hélène was dying, why kill her?

I know this is a shock but so far we have no suspects.

At this point, we are sure of only one thing.

The murderer is in this room!

- How so? - What's this all about?

Oh, it's such a blast to say that!

How had things been with your wife?

Hélène and I were married for 35 years,

we never stopped getting along.

Of course the disease was an ordeal

but it brought us closer together.

I've lost an elder sister

and a partner.

We took all the decisions about the company together.

She dealt with the disease

with such courage. An outstanding woman.

Hélène was a devout woman.

Very involved in parish life. An outstanding person.

And an excellent gardener.

She was - how can I put it? - a friend to animals too.

And she was very - how can I put it? -

generous.

I wish I could have known her better. She was...

Outstanding?

Yes, outstanding.

So everyone liked Hélène?

Anything to say?

- What's in it for us? - Nothing.

It's no time to act smart.

The code to the drinks cabinet.

Interested?

- No one could stand her. - Especially Grandma.

Yes, I called her a... What was it again?

A vulture.

Yes, a vulture.

The night before. And let's face it, she was.

- She applied for a wardship. - All because...

I wanted to buy an apartment in Monaco for Rodrigue!

It's none of your business! You're just a vulture!

- But it makes no sense... - It's my money!

GrannyCool, that's me. I spend my money as I please.

An apartment in Monaco?

I remember now: Hélène argued with her sister the day before.

I was practicing on the terrace, like every morning.

I hit a great shot...

What's the difference?

I heard voices at the window.

They were arguing.

It was heated.

Yes, we argued. She wanted to restructure GrannyCool

and give her shares to her useless husband.

How am I meant to react?

Business doesn't interest me

but she wanted to restructure because she didn't trust her brother-in-law.

He's stolen from the company before.

Not that again. Unbelievable!

Twice I used the company credit card by mistake.

I immediately paid everything back.

It happens, the cards look alike.

If you want a serious lead, talk to Father Clément.

He saw Hélène

a few hours before she died.

I saw him leave, he was white as a sheet.

It's true, on the Sunday, Hélène wanted to confess.

Unfortunately I can't reveal what was said.

I'm sorry.

I heard it. We were doing homework in the library.

She started yelling: "He'll kill me, Father!"

He'll kill me, Father!

No, it was SHE'LL kill me.

She'll kill me, Father!

- Nonsense, she said HE. - No way, it was SHE!

Do you want this code or not?

- Was it he or she? - He/She!

Or both?

Ah Cyrielle?

That's it, Cyrielle will kill me, Father.

Cyrielle will kill me, Father!

Who's Cyrielle?

Hi, everyone.

Hi, Dad.

I've checked four hours of CCTV footage, no one left the church with a body!

Nobody.

Maybe the body is still there. Did you check the organ?

Organ, altar, cupboards... I looked everywhere.

I'm going crazy.

Still looking for your body?

It's baffling, it didn't leave by the front

or the back doors, the only points of access.

There must be some explanation.

Sum it all up for me.

Together, we'll figure it out.

You think my mother was murdered?

Yes.

You weren't at the funeral.

Did you fall out with her?

I guess you've been briefed about the black sheep in the family.

who screws everything up.

Don't say that.

Cyrielle has been in rehab for six months

and her mother was proud of her.

As am I.

Bullshit.

She threatened to disinherit me.

Please, Cyrielle, not today.

When did you last speak with her?

She called me the day before she died.

I put her on voicemail.

I didn't want to talk to her.

Cyrielle, it's Mama. I know you're angry but we need to talk.

We don't have much time, I need to tell you something important. Call me.

I heard the message after her death.

I didn't know it was my last chance to talk to her.

Any idea what it was about?

No, and I never will.

I'm sorry, Papa, I should have told you.

- You had no way of knowing. - No, I'm sorry.

It'll be OK.

It'll be OK.

Pssst!

- He isn't her father! - Excuse me?

His lobes. Pierre's lobes are attached!

His wife's too, look.

Attached lobes!

OK, so what of it?

Attached lobes are a recessive trait, like blue eyes.

Recessive?

Ever hear of a recessive gene?

Basically a recessive gene has zero charisma, it's a big wimp

that always plays second fiddle to a stronger gene.

The only time it asserts itself

is alongside an identical gene in the other chromosome.

Then they gang up!

Can you summarize for me? Like, keep it brief.

OK, a recessive gene is only expressed

when passed on by both parents

via their seed.

You know about seed, right?

- Yes! - You're clear about that?

That's why two parents with dark eyes can have a blue-eyed kid

but not the other way round. The same applies with lobes.

Parents with attached lobes, like Pierre and Hélène,

cannot have a child with free lobes.

Look at Cyrielle's!

She isn't Pierre's daughter?

Precisely.

Maybe that's what she wanted to tell her daughter.

Precisely!

Yes, I knew.

Hélène and I tried for years to have a child, to no avail.

I eventually had some tests done and discovered

that I was sterile.

I didn't know how to tell her, I kept it to myself.

Then one day, Hélène told me she was pregnant.

You didn't confront her?

Why would I?

She wanted a baby, I couldn't give her one.

So I said nothing.

Then when Cyrielle was born, everything changed.

I loved her right away.

- Your daughter never knew the truth? - No.

Only your dying wife decided to tell her.

Major...

Did you know?

I didn't kill my wife.

She wasn't perfect but I loved her.

I'd have given anything for a little longer with her.

Do you know the identity of Cyrielle's birth father?

- No. - No?

No, I never knew.

You never tried to find out?

I've wondered about it for 25 years.

So, to sum up...

At 8.15, the coffin arrives and is left for 45 minutes

in the sacristy.

Then at 8.57, it's taken to the chancel for the ceremony.

At 10.02, it leaves for the graveyard.

The church then has another funeral.

I arrive at midday, the body is gone.

Are you kidding me?

Three grand for a coat of paint? What am I, American?

They really take the piss.

I released the husband, told him not to leave town.

I don't think he's involved. We need to find

Cyrielle's birth father.

Is that a drainage channel?

What if the thief came through the sewer?

That's a good idea.

I'll get the plans from City Hall.

- Very good! - Did you hear what I said?

Yeah.

Hey Morgane.

Are you thinking of helping out?

Whenever I get stuck on something, one thing always works.

Yeah, what's that?

I think we've been had.

You don't say, Gilles!

No slacking off!

Studies show that DIY stimulates the neurons.

Let's go!

All these bubbles, it'll need redoing

in a couple of months.

It's a sloppy job.

Morgane?

Ah, the very man. Come in!

I just got your message. Any news?

No, false alarm. But now you're here,

we need manpower.

Are you going to join in?

- Come on. - Where are we?

Morgane's place.

My place, I found a house. Nice, isn't it?

Morgane. Not during working hours.

No, of course.

Actually, no!

Come on, let's go.

No, five more minutes and we're done!

It's hardly anything. Come on!

Look, my kids are coming tomorrow

and I need them to want to come back. Please.

Come on.

Please.

Hey, don't overdo it!

It's great. Really in-your-face.

It's punchy, stimulating...

It's good. Really great.

Wait, no!

You can't leave now.

We're a bit tired, Morgane.

Gilles, have a beer.

If you're too tired to go home, you can sleep on my inflatable mattress.

Like the good old days, with me in your living room!

I remember it well.

It was fun, right?

Yeah, we had a laugh, but...

I don't want to be tired this week for the kara...

Karate.

Karate?

You do karate?

Anyway, we'll be off.

- Enjoy your evening, Major. - You too.

Bye.

Morgane, sign the card for me!

- Yes, yes. - I'm waiting!

See you tomorrow!

Bye.

See you tomorrow.

All done.

Like in the photos.

It's colorful. And stable.

Stable is good.

Well, I'll be off too.

You'll be fine here.

Yeah.

I'm pleased for you.

You don't like it?

Yes!

Yes, I do.

It's just that it's...

It's all new.

You were in your last place for 15 years,

it's obviously hard to imagine yourself anywhere else.

But you'll create new memories here.

Yeah, I hope so.

Can you doubt it?

Look, we'll start right away.

What are you doing?

Seriously?

Come on.

OK...

What's got into you?

This is your first memory.

Rock 'n' rolling with Major Karadec.

You dance pretty well.

Be careful, you'll electrocute yourself!

Your second memory.

Your partner almost electrocuted himself on that lamp.

See that wall behind you, Morgane?

You're going to leave a big handprint on it.

Stupid!

Oh, darn it.

That was great.

Enjoy your evening, Morgane.

You too.

You'll be fine here.

Hey. How are you?

Good, you? I'm nearby, maybe I could stay over?

No, I can't tonight, I'm sorry.

There's something I need to do.

Anything to do with organizing a surprise party for me?

Not everything revolves around your birthday.

OK. so there are no surprises.

There.

Adam, I have to go.

OK, see you tomorrow.

Good night.

REPORT End of custody

Dr Facchin?

Yes?

Major Roxane Ascher. IGPN.

Hello.

Sorry to bother you so late, I need to ask a few questions.

Jeez, I'll freeze to death.

Did I only bring summer stuff?

Here's the card.

Now what did they put?

Protect and serve

Believe and have doubts.

Together.

Happy birthday, my dear Adam.

Yes, Chief!

What's Sherlock without Watson?

Chandler without Joey?

Chapi without Chapo?

Partners forever!

Happy birthday, sir.

Happy birthday, Major.

Another year is another step towards the grave

but it's a giant stride in our heart.

OK, the girl's nuts.

Adam.

Ageing is no fun.

But with you, every day is worth it.

OK, so it's my turn.

Let's see.

I'm sure I can find something better. Here goes.

Adam, you're really nice.

Lame. That's pretty lame.

Karadec, you're a great cop!

Whaddya think? "It's lousy!"

You're right.

Adam, I love you.

Only joking!

Adam, you are a wonderful person.

You are...

Kill me... kil me...

You are... you are..

Kill me...

That's it, Cyrielle will kill me, Father.

OK... Cyrielle...

OK, kill.

YOU ARE..

KILL ME...

No, not that.

MY...

Cyrielle...

you are HER father!

Cyrielle... you're her father!

CYRIELLE. YOU ARE HER FATHER

Yes!

Hello, my child.

Hi. How are you?

Fine, thanks.

- You wish to confess? - Yes, absolutely.

I'm listening.

Which sins would you like God's infinite love to shine upon?

First off, I'd better get up to speed.

I haven't set foot in a church for a long time,

so a reset is called for!

Particularly when it comes to adultery.

It's something to avoid, right?

Leviticus 18-20:

Do not lie carnally and defile yourself with your neighbor's wife.

Christ is quite clear.

If you covet another's man, you must hold back

and curb your desire.

So if you combine adultery, the celibacy of priests

and an illegitimate child, where are we on the scale of sins?

In the major league, right?

Excuse me?

In your case, it's a good thing Hélène Lecocq didn't have an abortion!

That would have been the icing on the cake, right?

- I get it. - Who are you?

Her telling everyone you had a daughter

would have been a blow, so you did her in

and hid her body to cover yourself. Am I right?

Wait, I haven't even confessed yet!

Get out of my church, right now!

Get out!

It's your loss, I had some heavy stuff.

The Father is the father.

What?

Cyrielle Lecoq's birth father is the Father.

The priest.

He's the father. And I can prove it!

Bang!

What's that?

His chalice!

Yeah.

Full of his DNA! Just take a sample

and run a paternity test.

Ever hear of legal procedure?

The police don't run illegal DNA tests or steal sacred objects from churches!

Well, sorry for trying to speed things up.

We don't need any DNA tests.

Father Clément didn't kill Hélène, OK?

He spent the night of the murder at a parishioner's bedside.

We have four witnesses.

- Really? - Yes, really.

- Major. - Yes?

I've got something.

We pinged the phones around Hélène Lecocq's house that night.

On the list is her daughter's number.

Oh? She told us she was in

a rehab center.

You lied to us, Cyrielle.

The night your mother died, you heard the message.

You went to see her.

I left the clinic

to go and speak to her, yes.

Then on the way, I became anxious.

I figured I needed something to calm myself down.

You went to buy drugs?

I intended to stop 5 minutes for a bit of coke

but I was offered speed and heroin.

Cyrielle, your phone was pinged near your mother's between midnight and 3am.

You may have stopped on the way but you ended up there, right?

I don't remember!

When I got there, she was asleep.

After that, everything is blank.

You're telling me you had a blackout?

Yes... I keep trying to remember what happened but I can't!

I must have killed her, right?

Anyway I wreck everything I touch.

Cyrielle was in her mother's room.

But she'd taken speed and remembers nothing

so she may well have killed her.

But if she's the murderer, who stole the body?

She didn't even attend the funeral.

I know! It was right under our noses!

Crazy but brilliant.

We don't see the body leaving the church

because there was no body.

The funeral right after Hélène Lecoq's had 15 guests.

Look at the forecourt.

Sixteen people leave!

One extra woman.

And that woman is Hélène Lecoq.

Incredible, she's alive and walked away, cool as you like.

But that's me, arriving at the church.

That's you? So it is.

Fuck, I'm sick of this!

Shitty investigation, shitty church, shitty corpse!

We'll find it, a 55-kilo body

can't just vanish into thin air.

55 kilos?

Karadec, get your ass in gear, let's go.

She didn't just find it...

I hate it when she does that.

Me too.

Now where is it?

Wow! A whole family bit the dust.

No... no..

Morgane, what are we doing here?

There... Artaut!

We're in luck, they haven't put a slab on the grave.

Hey, you. Police!

Well, he is. Dig this body up!

She's joking.

Stealing chalices is one thing

but we can't exhume bodies.

But this isn't any old body!

I'll explain. In the church,

the day Hélène Lecoq vanished,

there was another funeral right after.

Guy Artaut. He died a natural death,

aged 98.

On the videos, we see the undertakers

delivering the coffin

an hour before, at 8.42.

That's to say 20 minutes

before our victim's ceremony.

So two coffins were in the sacristy at the same time.

The hearse door, Karadec. It's all in the videos!

When the undertakers arrive,

they place Guy Artaut's coffin in the church.

The guy on the passenger side opens his door easily.

But when they leave with the coffin, back to the graveyard,

the guy comes back and this time,

he can't close the door.

- Because? - The car is heavier.

Yes, the car is heavier!

Heavier by exactly 55 kilos.

OK, so the thief didn't take the body out of the church.

Because Hélène Lecocq is under here.

Get it?

Well, here we are.

This is it.

Cheers!

Here's to our new house! Cool.

OK, so what's wrong?

You don't like it?

It's really gloomy.

You need to imagine the possibilities.

It's just cosmetic, it's nothing.

Fuck!

Yeah, well,

I haven't had time to...

Anyway, there aren't many.

An American cockroach. Super rare!

Their antennae can detect danger.

You know what, upstairs I found some much more impressive stuff.

Great!

Those what-is-its, they're really big.

Crazy news.

The neighbor's network isn't secure.

We have crazy fast wi-fi!

- There you go! - Awesome!

Check, Alvaro!

Jeez, you're easy to please.

- Morgane? - Yes?

You were right, Hélène's body was in Guy Artaut's coffin.

Told you.

I sent you the autopsy report: death by strangulation.

Théa, your sister's eating the wiring!

This house needs baby-proofing.

So, what else?

Look at page three.

What's "nulliparous"?

Don't tell me you haven't seen a documentary on the subject.

Go ahead, humiliate me. What does it mean?

It means Hélène never had a child.

Really? So Hélène isn't Cyrielle's birth mother?

Nope.

Crikey!

I've figured it out!

What do you mean?

Get the family together, quick!

- Where's my granddaughter? - What's going on?

The prefect is my friend. You haven't heard the last of this!

Why are we here?

Please, please...

Oyez, oyez, ladies and gentlemen suspects!

Come in, Cyrielle. Sit over there.

First off, the group photo...

Since I'm moving house in an hour, what I suggest

is that the murderer owns up now.

That seems fair.

It's an open and shut case,

so how about it?

It'll save a lot of time, I promise. No?

OK, let's settle for the long version.

It's a nuisance, but whatever.

As you know, Cyrielle

was in police custody yesterday.

The other big news...

That evening, we know Hélène was planning

to tell Cyrielle a mysterious secret.

The simplest explanation

would be Hélène admitting that she wasn't her father's daughter,

prompting Cyrielle to strangle her in a fit of rage.

Anyway,

that doesn't work because Cyrielle was the only one not to attend the funeral.

So if she's the murderer,

who stole the body?

And why? Tell me that.

None of you was left alone

with Hélène's body in the church.

On the other hand...

the coffin was left unguarded

for four minutes in the presence

of two people here.

- Ah, dammit! - No, no...

Yes, honey,

what is it?

No, they can't leave it at the front door.

It's their job, they can get it in.

You're ten, you can handle a removal.

I won't be long. Take care, sausage.

So, where was I?

Two people alone with the body.

Yes!

Two of you stuck together to protect Cyrielle, and they are...

her two fathers!

You, Pierre, of course. And you, Father.

Yes, he's Cyrielle's birth father!

Pierre, stop me if I've got this wrong.

That night, when you found your wife strangled,

you assumed the zonked-out Cyrielle at the bedside had killed her mother.

Obviously. So you wanted it to look like a natural death.

Only it wasn't Cyrielle who killed her mother.

Hélène was already dead when Cyrielle arrived.

She was too zonked to notice.

But it isn't your fault, you only knew the half of it.

Guess what, the autopsy showed that Hélène had never had a child.

Never, really.

Ever

Cyrielle is the daughter of neither her father nor her mother.

This is turning into a Brazilian soap opera, right?

It means someone else among her inner circle

was eager to maintain the secret of her origins.

And that person is...

No, that's enough!

OK, OK...

So, by my calculation,

Cyrielle was conceived in August 1995.

At that time, Father,

you were on a humanitarian mission in Mali.

That's you there, isn't it?

Of course Hélène was there too.

But she wasn't alone, she was with

another young lady, Cyrielle's real mother...

Ta-dah!

You, Anne-Marie.

Her then 19-year-old sister.

Anne-Marie, say something.

Is it true?

She begged me to keep the baby but I didn't want the child.

She kept insisting...

Cyrielle is your daughter?

She isn't mine, she's Hélène's!

She swore to me

that it would remain a secret forever.

That's why I said yes.

Then just before she died, she decided to tell all.

I pleaded with her

not to destroy the life I had managed to build for myself

just to clear her conscience.

She refused.

She was going to die anyway,

so it made no difference.

What extras?

Since when is it your job to leave furniture at the bottom of the stairs?

No, I don't agree!

You can sort it out with my son. Goodbye.

Fucking removal men!

Extra! It's like me saying to you:

No, I don't do reports, that's extra.

So how did it go with your kids?

It went well, thanks.

- That's good. - I wanted to thank you.

For the painting and everything. It was great.

- You're welcome. - It was...

It was really nice of you.

- My pleasure, you're welcome. - Thanks.

Go ahead, I'll finish up.

Really?

That's great, Roxanne is waiting for me.

See you back at my place.

No, at the karaoke bar!

Karaoke, what am I talking about? I'm nuts!

No, I'll see you tomorrow, as usual. Right, Morgane?

At the office, first thing tomorrow.

- At the karaoke? - What?

No...

When the music is good

When the music is loud

When the music is loud

And guides my steps

Thanks for this. Really.

What will you sing, Morgane?

I don't know, I haven't checked what's on offer.

It's my birthday!

If it was anyone else...

I'd now like to invite up on stage

the Great Gabardine, our very own Major...

Ka-ra-dec!

Adam! Adam!

Yes, come on!

Hey, Roxanne. Ready, girl?

Oh, my God!

Give me your heart, baby Your body, baby

Give me your good old funk Your rock, baby, your soul, baby

Sing with me I want a woman like you

To take me to the ends of the earth A woman like you

Give.me your heart, baby Your body, baby

Give me 'your good old funk Your rock, baby, your soul, baby,

Sing with me I want a man like you

To take me to the ends of the earth A man like you

When I sing, I forget My worries disappear

My troubles fly away

You make my life sing I don't know what's going on

That look wo your faoe takes me back

To the night it all started, in the bar where we met...

Happy Birthday! Morgane

You have the tickets?

Yes, 15 and 16, please.

The brown one.

Good night, Morgane.

Good night.

Bye, Morgane.

Deserted street, last cigarette

All is quiet

Just a bar, lighting up the sidewalk In red neon

I'd never seen your hip-swinging side!

A man like me...

Thanks for tonight.

Oh, I didn't do much. Your colleagues did most of the work.

Stop it, I heard you making sneaky phone calls all week.

No!

I need to tell you something.

What's the matter?

How can I explain this?

I've been looking into Morgane.

I got a bit paranoid when she came to stay with you.

Pathetic, I know. Anyway that's not the point.

I found something weird about her ex-husband.

Romain?

The pathologist who did the autopsy was investigated by IGPN in 2017.

Wait, what are you implying?

That Romain Destat's death may not have been an accident.

Give me a funky music record

To make people dance

I like that girl in the high-heel shoes

Swaying her hips

It adds a little...

Roxanne! Roxanne, stay with me!

Roxanne, my love, stay with me...

Major Karadec, emergency. A bullet wound.

71, rue des Moines. Come quickly!

It's gonna be all right.

Subtitles by Kevin Smith for VECTRACOM