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Miss Martolli, are you okay?

You kissed Tetsuo? I can't believe it.

That is what happened.

Therefore,

we decided it would be appropriate for Tetsuo to use the informal you.

Of course! It's funny, we never used the informal you between us.

You could if you wanted to.

You think?

If you find it suitable.

Now we know each other pretty well. It makes sense.

Alright.

So then,

do you want to eat dinner at my place with Tetsuo tonight?

Raphaëlle.

Today is Thursday. I usually eat at your place on Mondays.

Yes, on Mondays you come to eat alone at my place.

But if you came accompanied, it could as well be another day.

Absolutely. But why come accompanied?

Because what matters to you, matters to me.

And I want to meet Tetsuo.

It does not bother me.

However, I must first make sure it does not bother Tetsuo too.

We could invite Nico too. It would make Tetsuo feel more at ease.

However, Tetsuo does not know Captain Perran.

Yeah but boys are like that.

They feel better in a pack.

Undoubtedly, there are still a lot of things

I absolutely do not understand about these kinds of relationships.

It is by far the most complex puzzle I ever had to solve.

- Yeah, me too. - The 15 puzzle.

Can we go? All good?

- Raphaëlle. This informal you... - Yes?

Bothers me tremendously. It is as if you were not yourself anymore.

I was afraid to upset you but I totally agree with you.

- So we keep on with the formal you, right? - Right.

- It is better. - Yes, it's better.

- Yes. - Come on, I'll give you a ride.

Thanks.

Hello.

Thank you.

Françoise Martolli, 51, custodian of the tropical greenhouse at Jardin des Plantes.

So, her face is burnt

and seeing where the body was found, I'd say it has been moved.

The body was not moved.

But there is a body of consistent evidence indicating she burned without a fire.

There is no trace of asphyxia, nor hypovolemia.

There was no combustion.

Stay away from that! Get back, get back!

- What? - Stay away! The tree, here.

It's an Hippomane mancinella commonly called manchineel tree.

It's also called "the tree of death".

Its sap is so corrosive

that water streaming down its leaves can feel like acid.

Fournier, you know your plants?

I mean, after all this time analyzing poison, it became like a hobby.

You can't fathom all the dirty tricks nature can use.

So what, it's an accident?

Her face is swollen.

Her fingertips are cyanotic and there are traces of emetic regurgitations.

I think the victim was already dead

when she was exposed to the manchineel sap, yes.

- Absolutely. - Miss Nielsen is correct.

She didn't die from the burns. No, it's poisoning, for sure.

No doubt about it: it's a murder.

Hey! We got the victim's belongings.

She had her ID, nothing missing from her office.

We found Ventoline, three pens,

a grocery list, nothing suspicious except for this.

"I drowned Paco, I think he's dead. Come to Le Vésinet asap".

What can you find about Paco?

The sender is someone called Boris.

Okay, so I have no Paco on our missing list.

And no drownings in the last 24 hours.

But we know who this Boris is. His name is Boris Martolli.

- Like the victim? Is he family? - Yeah, he's her brother.

What were these two scheming?

Le Vésinet they were talking about could be that.

We checked the cadastre and these are old greenhouses

the victim bought out 2 years ago.

Maybe where this Paco drowned?

Hey!

Criminal Police! Drop whatever's in your hand!

- I haven't done anything! - Where's Paco?

Paco? He's in the back, over there.

Come on.

Here we are!

I may have overwatered him,

I thought he was dead, so I repotted him in dry soil

and everything's alright.

He even calmed down, look.

Wait, that's Paco?

Of course that's him.

No!

He doesn't like to be touched.

He's a shy mimosa.

Françoise created a strong bond with him.

She'll be here sooner or later, you'll see.

- Boris... - What?

Something happened to Françoise?

It's quite a shock, you know? Françoise has always been there for me.

When did you see her last?

Friday. She wanted to check in on the cabbages.

What's all this around Paco?

Actually, Françoise was a neuro-biologist plant expert.

She wanted to attest to the sensitivity and the intelligence of plants.

With Paco, it was wonderful: he's hypersensitive.

- Those are the cabbages? - Yes.

We're trying for a sound-based fertilizer.

My sister was the artist.

I'm just a gardener.

I can't do all this alone.

I'd be honored to eat at Raphaëlle's place.

Ha. However, you must know that Raphaëlle is not a great cook.

- It doesn't bother me. - It does me.

On Mondays, I eat the M12 menu, with skewers.

Today is Thursday. I do not know what we will eat.

If Raphaëlle is important to you,

then it's important for me to know her.

You too. Alright.

She invited another guy. To make you more comfortable.

Captain Perran. Something about a pack. I did not get it all.

Okay.

Alright.

Goodbye. Tetsuo.

Nico? Do you want to eat dinner at my place tonight?

I need to talk about it with Emma, but why not.

No, without Emma.

Astrid and Tetsuo are coming to the house and...

and I so want to meet him

and I figured that if there were a guy, it might be easier.

- I mean, another guy. - I see.

Are you sure we'll have something to talk about?

He's a mathlete.

As far as I know, he's doing a thesis on the golden ratio.

You serious? Did you know it's also known as "the divine proportion"?

Art history is filled with tales about it.

For example, did you know, let's say...

Keep it for Tetsuo, back on the case.

What's that thing?

Don't talk about him that way, you'll upset him.

See?

We need to go easy on him. And as far as we know, he might be a witness.

- Are you mocking me, Commander? - That thing, as you said,

is an experiment conducted by the victim.

She tried to prove that plants were intelligent.

We can't rule out the possibility

that her murder may be connected to her research.

It's quite the contrary.

I found many lawsuits against her by agri-food giant Nesmonges Industry.

Attempts of expropriation, appeals to bailiff... Real harassment.

Are those litigations about Françoise Martolli's research?

It seems so. They accused her of patent-jacking.

Patent-jacking in the agri-food business is quite the motive.

But I visited her farm where she was studying,

there were just a couple of cabbages.

I have a hard time thinking that agri-food giants felt threatened.

I'm not so sure, Commander. I may have something.

Before working at Jardin des Plantes,

Martolli was a researcher in the private sector.

She was a botanist for the Sonopi company.

She suddenly quit a year and a half ago after 20 years of service.

So?

So, Sonopi is the pharmaceutical branch of agri-food giant Nesmonges Industry.

- Dig further. - Understood.

We're talking about a looney who was singing lullabies to plants!

Then what's with all the lawsuits?

You've been after her for a year.

Nesmonges Industry is a big group. I'm General Counsel.

My job is to not let anything pass.

Otherwise, it would leave the door open to anything.

This woman is dead!

She was probably murdered.

What are you saying?

That agri-food giants are sending killers to end their adversaries?

You can do much more damage with lawyers.

If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure of myself.

I'll probe everywhere.

And if anything pops out, it will be costly.

Don't bother.

We're within the lines.

I know: I get paid for that.

- Astrid. - Yes.

I'd like to look for a solution

to help you deal with the stress of your exam.

It was not planned.

I struggle with unplanned events.

Moreover, I just received a text from Commander Coste.

I have to meet her at the MLI.

And that's not an unplanned event?

It is a planned unexpected event.

Okay.

In that case, could we discuss this at the end of our next class?

At the end of our next class.

Alright.

I am leaving the sheet. I know it already.

We found half-digested acacia leaves in her bolus.

The tannin they contain is a lethal substance.

The analysis shows that the tannin concentration

in the acacia leaves was not enough to kill.

But acacias are clever.

It was observed that when animals eat its leaves,

it could increase its concentration of tannin

to deter their aggressors.

There was a real massacre among South-African antelopes for instance.

So,

the tannin level wasn't high enough anymore during the analysis,

but it probably was when she ingested the leaves, right?

Right.

Except I didn't see any acacias at the crime scene.

I mean, it's normal.

I don't know what an acacia would be doing in a tropical greenhouse.

Since 2010,

there is an arid zones and deserts greenhouse

at the Jardin des Plantes.

- Could that correspond? - Let's go and see.

Here, an acacia.

Yeah. These are some cuts.

I guess we can say it's assault.

How did they make her swallow that?

Acacia leaves are inedible. She would have noticed.

Or it's suicide?

5 minutes in here and I already saw 7 ways to die quickly and painlessly.

So a scientist of her standard would have gone for a plant

with a more efficient poison.

No, this variable tannin level thing looks like a real criminal MO.

Here.

Shears.

- They are engraved. - I can see that.

So if this was used to cut into the trunk

that made the tree poisonous...

The acacia.

It means we have a suspect.

Boris.

I looked everywhere.

- He got away. - Shit!

Here.

The footprints.

No, no. It's not what it looks like.

Of course not.

Okay Boris, come with us.

You'll need to have a good explanation for your cannabis plantation.

There's enough in here for a rasta army.

We listed everything Boris was growing,

and we found this plant among the cannabis rows.

- What is it? - The DEA doesn't know.

They sent a sample for analysis.

And this Boris, is he a legitimate suspect?

You think this guy killed his own sister?

He was totally dependent on her.

He's been working on the victim's plantation for 2 years.

He lives there, he has a farm worker's salary.

And he's her sole heir.

So his sister's death doesn't make him rich,

but he's comfortable.

Why would he kill her?

She had already taken him in.

Maybe she wanted to stop.

Or she had found out he was growing cannabis behind her back.

He killed her so she wouldn't turn him in.

Makes sense.

It was her idea, I swear.

The cannabis, it was her idea.

Françoise had a gift with plants.

And you had a gift for business, right?

Let's say I had some experience.

We were a good pair.

And I felt like

I was doing some good, at my level.

She said it was for the greater good.

What do you mean?

I'll give you the names of all our clients.

People

who went through chemo,

people who had chronic pains,

or old people with osteoarthritis,

on which my sister's plants were working miracles.

Where did you find that?

In a greenhouse at the Jardin des Plantes.

We found it a few feet away from your sister's body.

Those are my shears.

Françoise used to borrow them all the time.

She had every right to, she gave them to me.

Well it played a big part in her death.

We think it increased the toxicity of the poison that killed your sister.

You know the acacias' properties?

Of course.

Françoise told me the story a hundred times.

Antelopes being poisoned by acacias.

Boris, do you realize everything's accusing you?

We think you poisoned your sister with acacia.

Françoise yelled at me sometimes when I was messing up,

but why would I hurt her?

She took care of all the important stuff.

What would I do without her?

It was going well since she'd agreed to take me in on the farm.

I'm doing good work, she was happy.

And what is this? Another psychotropic drug?

I dunno.

- Boris. - I swear I don't know.

It's the plant Françoise was looking after for her research.

She never told me anything.

She said "The less you know, the safer you are."

We need to know why

Françoise Martolli's research was dangerous.

I think that's the key.

Well, according to her statements, even if she was selling her weed

she wasn't paying off any debt she took on for her judicial fees.

And there's no purchase linked to her plantation at Le Vésinet

to justify this massive financial hole.

So she was selling the cannabis for something else.

Her secret research.

I got the results from the lab.

The plant among the cannabis

is called Artemisia Annua.

Apparently it's a plant used in traditional Chinese medicine.

- For fevers. - Artemisia Annua.

This variety is cited in a file. I found the file.

It is one of the main components of Javanex,

the world best selling anti-malaria treatment.

What the hell is it doing in an archived file

at the Criminal Documentation?

"What the hell."

An investigation was opened

after a complaint made by a group of patients

for aggravated deception and manslaughter.

- Is that all? - Absolutely.

There are no other charges.

We didn't know it was Artemisia yet.

What led you to Javanex?

My research object was not Javanex.

My research object was the lab producing Javanex.

The Sonopi lab.

Let me get this right.

The world best selling anti-malaria treatment made by Sonopi

has horrible side effects.

Françoise Martolli's research on that plant,

must have been to develop

an alternative to Javanex.

Which she could have then distributed in open source.

Meaning for free.

Now I understand why Sonopi harassed her with lawsuits.

They wanted to ruin her so she wouldn't continue her research.

That's why she was telling her brother he was safe.

We need to know what Françoise Martolli was working on

before leaving Sonopi.

Problem is they made all of her research classified.

Maybe Delphine Burand could tell you.

Who's she?

I managed to get access to an old organization chart.

Delphine Burand was Martolli's partner when she was still at Sonopi.

- It's her. - Let me see.

Epidemiologist.

Maybe the examiner

will be lenient

and will not try to put me in an oppressing and stressful situation.

That's unlikely.

Stress is part of the exam. It's one of the most important parts.

Check if the future officer is reliable when faced with unexpected things.

If they're capable of making the right decisions when stressed.

How do you manage during investigations?

I mean, you must face some unexpected things.

That's the nature of investigations, right?

Yes.

But I am with Commander Coste.

She is my landmark among all the changes.

But

she cannot be there for the exam.

- The rules do not allow it, right? - Right.

This morning you told me about planned unexpected events.

How do you manage that?

To face planned unexpected events,

I have a system in place.

An anticipation system.

For instance,

this morning I had to go to a crime scene

in the tropical greenhouse at Jardin des Plantes.

Before I left, I looked up

a map of the Jardin des Plantes,

a map of the greenhouse with all the exits

so I could get out easily in case of emergency.

If I ever had to leave the premises without Commander Coste,

I had studied a map of the neighborhood

and prepared a way back by using public transportation.

I had also printed a recap of the weather

even though I always have 2 umbrellas in my backpack.

- 2 umbrellas. - Yes.

In case the first one does not work.

Amazing.

That must take you hours.

It is something I am used to.

It does not take me as much time as you think.

However,

this strategy has limits.

Because it is impossible to plan for everything.

I see.

Look,

I'll digest this information and

I'll find a solution.

It is a figurative expression.

Digest this information.

You can go. Thank you.

Goodbye.

Hi.

- Commissioner? - Come on in Coste.

I had the DA on the phone

and he's reticent about letting us go after Sonopi.

They're a major economic player.

More like a big lobby.

Listen, Coste, we can investigate but I need something solid for that.

We have a great asset.

The name of an epidemiologist

who was working as Martolli's partner at Sonopi.

Great.

Hello?

I found Delphine Burand.

Interrogating her is gonna be more difficult than we thought.

Persistent vegetative state.

She tried to commit suicide a year and a half ago.

Murder, suicide...

It's starting to be a lot for Sonopi's employees.

The nurses identified Martolli in the photo

and said she was often visiting her colleague.

What else do we know about Delphine Burand?

She's from Nigeria.

Her parents died from malaria.

She was a leader against the decisions of the WHO.

She quit Sonopi at the same time Martolli did.

Thank you for coming Mr. Burand.

Thank you.

Françoise was here after what happened to Delphine.

We would see each other a lot, but less so lately.

Why?

She'd become totally paranoid.

She was sure Sonopi was to blame for Delphine's health.

And you never had suspicions about Sonopi?

Of course I did.

I considered everything

but since nothing came out of the investigation...

Eventually you have to face the truth.

Delphine was in pain,

I couldn't make her happy and...

she tried to kill herself.

You don't think I'd prefer a big bad lab was to blame?

Today, I don't care about what others think.

So, no problem.

For a long time, I was scared others would reject me

because I'm autistic.

So I hid myself.

I kept my cool and was pretending all the time.

It's called masking.

But you need to be careful because if you do it for too long,

you'll have a burnout.

It is true that it is essential to live among people

but pretending to be someone else

is not the best way to be at peace with yourself.

Balance is very hard to find.

It's different now.

I'd rather be rejected for what I am

than be accepted for what I'm not.

Before, it was like I was wearing a disguise.

Yes, Astrid?

Excuse me.

- You asked me to come. - Yes.

I asked you to come.

I did not ask you to come and make noise.

Are you finding anything?

I am not finding.

I am thinking.

And may I know what you're thinking about?

The poison that killed Françoise Martolli.

Maybe the poison that killed Françoise Martolli

was not the poison we identified because we saw it through a filter,

like a disguise.

Yeah, it could be possible.

What makes you think that?

Delphine Burand's file.

Delphine Burand was taking homeopathically dosed aconite

to soothe the symptoms of malaria.

She tried to kill herself by taking a high dose of this treatment.

And aconite is a powerful poison if wrongly dosed.

Exactly.

The acacia leaves.

I do not understand.

See what that's like for once?

We found tannin-rich acacia leaves in Martolli's bolus.

And we deduced that was the poison that killed her.

But tannin is also a cure for aconite. That's why Martolli ate acacia leaves.

The acacia was not the poison, the acacia was the antidote.

Yes!

OK. Thanks, Astrid.

Thanks. Have a good day.

You are welcome.

Baudelaire? I love him.

"My youth has been nothing but a tenebrous storm,

pierced now and then by rays of brilliant sunshine,

thunder and rain have wrought so much havoc,

that very few ripe fruits remain in my garden."

"The Enemy". It's beautiful.

I thought you were into maths.

That's some great idea I got, Astrid. Inviting Nico to dinner tonight.

Tetsuo is comfortable now, awesome.

I do not like poetry.

Metaphors in poetry are duality in mathematics.

Numbers are omnipresent in poetry.

An alexandrine is 12 feet,

a sonnet is 14 lines and a rhyme

is nothing else than the unknown variable of a polynomial equation.

Raph, are you hearing this?

A polynomial equation.

Crazy.

Thank you. It is perfectly mixed.

Well, let's talk about something else.

How did you meet Astrid, Tetsuo? Tell us.

Captain Perran, you are in my seat.

Yes, of course.

Astrid was coming to my uncle's shop a lot.

But she was there on Mondays.

To shop.

But I work on Wednesdays.

And one day, she came on a Wednesday for a case.

What about you? Have you been together long?

Together.

- No, we're... - We're just friends.

We've been for...

- 15 years. - 15 years already, yeah.

That's crazy.

I'm with someone right now.

- Emma. - Right.

Sorry.

Yes, Fournier?

Wait, have you seen the time?

It is 11:11 pm.

Wait, calm down. I don't understand.

Yeah...

If it's that urgent, come to the apartment, alright.

See you in a bit.

It's good. It's strong but it's good.

So...

These are the results of the blood test on Martolli.

Didn't we already have them?

We did. But aconite is an undetectable poison.

Unless you know it's already there, hiding in the dark.

That's the MO?

The real poison that killed Martolli?

Undoubtedly.

I found a tiny amount of aconite in her blood.

Way enough to kill her.

That's the MO, like with Delphine Burand.

Aconite is a poison with very short latency.

Which means the injection of the substance

inevitably took place a few minutes before Françoise Martolli's death.

That would mean that the suspect went through the greenhouse that night.

We checked with the guard already. No alarm went off.

Françoise Martolli opened the door.

So she knew the killer.

Hey, Paco.

I sent the documents I found

at the farm in Le Vésinet to fraud prevention.

There'll be an investigation on Javanex.

It won't bring your Françoise back but let me tell you,

Nesmonges Industries and Sonopi will be in big trouble.

And if you ask me,

they have nothing to do with her death.

That's what we're led to believe.

Don't you think?

There you go. I knew we were on the same page.

- Commander? - Yes!

- You OK? - Hello, Arthur. Hey. Hi.

I kept an eye on Martolli's in box and look what she received an hour ago.

An email from the 5th arrondissement's library?

Yeah. Automated email.

She must have borrowed a book and the due date has passed.

Check out when she borrowed it.

So, Martolli went to the library the day she died.

Yeah.

- Thank you for bringing the register. - No problem.

Do you know if she was coming with someone to the library?

No, she usually came on her own.

She would take her book and go straight to the hospital.

The hospital?

Yes. That's why she was coming.

The library organizes reading sessions for patients

and she was among the volunteers.

Which hospital was that?

Astrid, my pens.

I think it was Saint-Joseph.

- Saint-Joseph? - Yes.

Saint-Joseph.

- Isn't that where Delphine Burand... - It is.

There is a recurring serial number.

TMUS

4396780023.

- What is it? - Can I see?

There, there, there, there and there.

That's the serial number for "No Trifling with Love".

I am familiar with that title.

Astrid.

Musset.

I have seen that book before.

Recently.

In Françoise Martolli's lab.

Where the Artemisia Annua was.

Here.

Astrid, I love it when you do that.

I should be used to it but you still amaze me.

"No Trifling with Love", Alfred de Musset.

"Thank you Françoise for these unforgettable moments.

Your open lips fell on mine,

and the universe was forgotten.

I love you."

"Delphine".

Martolli and Delphine were having an affair.

- They kissed on the lips. - Yeah.

You didn't notice anything special?

No. She would read to her.

Always the same beautiful text.

She was quite discreet.

Always polite.

"Hello, goodbye." Nothing more.

Blue roses do not exist.

But you're holding one.

What I mean is blue roses do not exist in the wild.

Usually, they are roses that have been colored with methylene blue.

You just need to mix the substance with the water the flower will suck up.

However,

this process also colors the inside of the stem.

But here, it is not the case.

This is a real blue rose.

You're interested in roses too?

When I was little,

I was reading a mystery novel on a loop, "The Mystery of the Blue Rose".

The entire plot of the book is based on the mystery of this impossible rose.

This is a real blue rose.

Do you know who brought this flower?

No.

This blue rose is my sister's masterpiece.

Crazy, right?

When she told me about it, I didn't believe her.

So she worked, and here's the result.

How did she make it?

She started with a white rose,

changed its genetic code by incorporating a molecule

that turns hydrangeas blue

and it's called...

delphinidin.

Delphinidin?

- Like Delphine? - Delphine.

Delphine Burand, her colleague?

We think there was something between them. A love story.

This flower is proof. Were you aware?

She never told me about it.

I should have seen it.

They were so, how to say, in tune.

Francoise was in love with Delphine...

But why did she never tell me?

I think she was mainly trying to protect Delphine from her husband.

So he wouldn't find out about her affair.

So?

I knew I had already seen those blue roses somewhere.

This picture was taken at Delphine Burand's

after her suicide attempt.

Antoine Burand said he had broken the vase in his haste.

Yes. It is written there.

"I broke the vase in my haste. It broke into a thousand pieces."

He counted them.

That means he saw the blue roses that night.

Yes.

And by going to the hospital last month, he could've recognized them.

Yes.

And we also know he went to Francoise Martolli's plantation

because they had stayed in touch and saw each other often.

Yes.

He could've seen the roses

and understood his wife was having an affair with the botanist.

Delphine Burand.

The blue rose? This story's going to get weird.

- It's already weird, don't you think? - Yeah, it is.

- Stop it, he clearly doesn't like it. - I'm just petting him, nothing bad.

Did you check out Antoine Burand's phone records?

His phone pinged at Le Vésinet the morning of Martolli's death,

but not at the greenhouses.

He could have left his phone home.

Except his phone pinged at a Parisian restaurant

and his bank details attest that he ate there.

And so does the restaurant staff.

And considering how fast aconite acts,

he couldn't have poisoned Martolli

if he wasn't there at the time of her death.

There. But the woman he was eating with left way earlier than him.

And he stayed at least 2 hours, alone, drinking.

Why stay alone at the restaurant for so long?

To get over rejection or something?

Or to build a solid alibi.

We're allowed to drink on our own, no?

I'm not the one who's going to tell you otherwise.

But it's surprising, it's unusual for you.

Your phone pinged next to Francoise Martolli's plantation

the day she died.

Francoise told me to swing by.

And when she brought up Sonopi, I walked away.

Didn't care.

But anyway, my presence there doesn't prove anything, does it?

- Indeed. - Then I think I told you everything.

We'll meet again, Mr Burand.

I'll figure the truth out.

Wouldn't count on it if I were you.

But I thank you for your commitment to Delphine.

Good luck, Commander.

Thanks Paco.

That's the confirmation I was waiting for.

Raphaëlle, you are walking on the documents.

One must not walk onto the documents.

It's him. I can feel it, it's him.

We know the poison was administered at the greenhouse,

while Martolli wasn't there.

Maybe the poison didn't need Antoine Burand

to be taken by Francoise Martolli.

No, no. An accomplice?

I thought about it, it doesn't work.

No, it's not the kinda crime you commit with others.

It's way too intimate.

And it's especially not Antoine Burand's style.

Raphaëlle.

- Do you know Sam Loyd's problem? - No.

- Any link with your puzzle? - Yes.

Sam Loyd is the inventor of this mechanical puzzle.

The 15 puzzle. He had dared to solve this combination.

And? Is it that hard?

It is not hard, Raphaëlle. It is impossible.

No matter the number of movements you may do,

you will never be able to solve this combination.

Because the starting situation has a mistake.

14 and 15 are mixed up.

What has been blocking our reflection in this investigation from the start

is the temporal frame.

There is a physical and chronological impossibility

to the poison being administered to Francoise Martolli

at the moment of her death.

We have to dissociate the moment it was taken

from the moment it was administered to her body.

The intermediate.

That's it.

We need to find the intermediate that allowed Francoise Martolli

to ingest the poison, alone and unknowingly.

- Exactly, Raphaëlle. - Exactly.

Exactly.

This is the ventoline we found on Francoise Martolli at the crime scene.

It's turning into harassment, Commander, no?

And those are the results for the inhaler analysis.

Full of aconite.

We traced the inhaler back thanks to the serial number

and the buyer was you.

Personally, I think you took Francoise Martolli out

and also put your wife in a coma.

All of this is Francoise's fault, don't you understand?

One night, Delphine came back home with a blue rose bouquet.

I just wanted to know who had offered them.

I may have insisted a tad, but she ended up giving in.

She told me she had met someone, she was gonna leave.

She wanted to leave me.

I lost it, I wasn't myself anymore.

I don't know what I wanted to do exactly,

but I gave her her meds

and I tripled the dosage.

You don't know what Francoise made me do.

It's been a long time since a crime's passionate aspect

was considered as a mitigating factor.

That's what it is, though, no?

If she hadn't seduced my wife, I'd have never tried to kill her.

And why not take care of Francoise at the time?

Why kill her so many years later? It doesn't make sense.

It's not about passion anymore.

Because Delphine had always refused to tell me who it was.

Since then I don't sleep.

I think of only one thing:

finding the one who pushed me to do all of this.

And when did you figure out it was a she and not a he?

The blue rose

at the hospital.

When I understood she was the one...

She lent me her shoulder to cry on for months,

I couldn't handle it, I wanted her to pay.

For Delphine, you understand?

Not really, Mr Burand.

And I don't think the judges will either.

Raphaëlle,

Tetsuo and Captain Perran saw each other again last night.

- No kidding! - No kidding.

- Looks like they're friends. - I do not know.

What I know is that they spoke about something I did not understand.

Decidedly, I have great trouble

understanding the works of romantic feelings.

Yeah? What did they say?

Captain Perran said he had been in love with you for years.

What?

Captain Perran said he had been in love with you for years.

But I thought I was starting to understand.

Being in love with someone means wanting to be their lover.

But if Captain Perran was in love with you,

why not tell you?

It does not make sense.

Nico? In love with me?

- Wait, Astrid, are you sure? - That is what he said to Tetsuo.

I must go, I have a meeting with Anne Langlais.

I must not be late. One cannot be late.

Goodbye.

It is empty.

Absolutely. We're going to fill it together.

There are all the examiners you might face.

Being there so often, I'm starting to know them all

Better said, I know their habits, their quirks, their flaws.

There are all the locations that could be selected for the exam.

And lastly, the last few years' almanacs.

I have to say, the weather is the most uncertain part.

We are going to turn this exam into a planned unexpected event.

Thank you.

Your file is well done.