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- Oh!

THUD

RAPH: As a result...

In the end, I don't
really know where I am.

So, what do you think?

- Raphaëlle, I am
not a psychoanalyst.

- Yes, but I don't know a psychiatrist.

And you know me
well, since I was little.

- I don't know, maybe you
need a 'change of air.'

- What do you mean 'change of air'?
- Well, travel elsewhere.

Make new friends.

- Your advice is crap, doc.

LAUGHS
- I'm also a pediatrician.

- Well, I have to meet a friend
who doesn't like it when I'm late.

Don't you want to eat?
ASTRID: I don't like eating in parks.

- Oh yeah, are you
going to look in your bag?

- There is an error.

- What do you mean 'error'?
- An error in my bag,

there's a "fortune cookie."
- Yes? So what?

- "Fortune cookies" are Chinese, but

you got takeaway
from a Japanese restaurant.

It's wrong.

- Don't you want to
open it, see what's inside?

- ((Ah!))

There. Crumbs.

'You're going to take a big trip and
make connections with new people.'

An error.

I don't travel.

And I have absolutely no intention
of connecting with new people.

- That's not true, it's just
passing along a message.

- Why do you say that?

MOBILE RINGS

- Nothing, nothing.

. . .

Yes, Fournier?

Yes yes, we'll come right away.

BELL TOLLING

- Hey beautiful, want
to know your future?

ALEX: Oh, well you know,
the future, it comes, it goes-

- You work with the dead.
- It smells like Formalin, right?

- I see a parenthesis, new faces...

and a garbage bag too.

- Thank you very much
for this clairvoyance, ma'am,

it's very interesting but
I have to go, my dead await—

-they tell me they
won't be angry, but still.

SIREN RINGTONE

Yes, Antoine.

Yes.

Where?

In a garbage bag?

- Where's the body?

- It's there.
- I'm not in the mood, Fournier.

- No, I assure you,
the body is in the jar.

ASTRID LAUGHS TERSELY

- So we're investigating
the drowing death of

a small person, in a ja-

What the hell is this?

- It's not hell, it's an
eyeball in an onion jar.

- That's it.

- OK, so how did this eyeball
end up in this jar of onions?

- I'm trying to tell you,
the lady found the victim—

—well, a piece of the victim—
when opening the jar. It still

had the freshness seal.

- It's a prototype.
- Huh?

'Prototype' is what
I call circumstances

I have never encountered
before in the Crime Archives.

This is a particularly rare situation.

- The eye is hanging by
a piece of the nerve, therefore

I think it's safe to say
that its owner is dead.

Very dead, even.

- So this is a crime scene

with the body out there.

- She talks to me about garbage bags,
and— presto!

you call and talk
about garbage bags. No,

talking about garbage
bags is very rare!

ANTOINE: Yeah.

It was discovered by
a construction worker.

Look at him. They got
rid of him like garbage.

ALEX: Oh. well this is original.

He had an extraction.

- Yes... Is it a ritual?

- Yes, with some Dr Mengele.

Because his eyes were removed
with a scalpel, post mortem.

The cut was wide, apparently it
was important to keep the eyes intact.

- Could it have something
to do with organ trafficking?

- Particularly as corneas don't require

compatibility between donor
and recipient.

To know more we'd
have to find the eyes.

3:50 PM

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BOTH: Oh fuck.
They found other bit.

ASTRID & RAPHAELLE AND
ALEXANDRA EHLE THEMES MASHUP

- Astrid, I know all the difficulties

finding yourself 500 km
from Paris represents for you.

- 497 km exactly. But the
game is worth the candle.

- Ah. A colorful
expression, Astrid.

- Yes, I use it even if
I don't understand it.

- Sir, careful with my third suitcase,

my bedside lamp is in there.

- Wait, I don't get why
you're bringing all this,

we're only staying
in Bordeaux for a day,

we recover the body
and, hup, back to Paris.

- You can't be sure.

Underneath.

TAXI DOORS CLOSE

Thank you.

During the case that we
carried out outside Île-de-France,

the death in Brittany, unforeseeable
unforeseen events led to

the length of our stay
exceeding all your forecasts.

I prefer to anticipate
this possibility

and make this situation a
predictable unexpected event.

- Yes yes, I remember, yes.
- The ice cooler.

- Let's go, I'll let you go first.
- Yes.

- You could put the cooler in the trunk
with the rest, it's cumbersome, huh?

- Absolutely not.

It's my responsibility, Cmsr Bashert
gave me the victim's eyeball.

Until further notice I cannot
part with it on any pretext

It's 9:12 am. We don't want
to be late, we mustn't be late.

- The doc was right.
- 'The doc'? Are you sick?

- No no no no, don't worry,
I'm indestructible.

- No, it's just that my doctor said a
'change of air' would do me good.

Well, I found it funny.

- Oh.

As for me, the air I usually
breathe suits me perfectly.

- Come on, an eyeless body is original.

But an eye found in a jar
of onions is downright surreal.

- Oh. What's all this?

- I'm scanning them for mom's birthday.
- Oh yeah, right.

- Oh my! No!

I collected this squirrel to give to you.

- My first autopsy!
- The beginning.

ALEX: Look! We looked good.

- We've aged a bit, anyway.
- Listen, you look good,

and I'm not saying that
because you're my brother.

I'm going back to my dead.

ANTOINE: Oh my...

RAPH: Is it possible you
have a dead donkey in here?

- Absolutely not.

RAPH OUT OF BREATH

- Oh, can I help you there?
- No thank you sir,

that's very kind, but I
can carry this fine by myself...

Yes, I'd like some help.

- Ah... hello.

- Hello.

- You're... looking for someone?
- Uh, yes.

Ehle. Dr Ehle,
the medical examiner?

- She's just there.

- Thanks.
- It was nothing.

- Good day. Uh, thank
you for the suitcases.

- Raphaëlle?
- Yes? Sorry.

- Dr Ehle.
- Yes, Dr Ehle. Absolutely, yes.

KNOCKS

- Yes? Come in.

RAPH: Hello.
- (Hello.)

ASTRID: Hello.

- Hey, well there it is!

There it is, our eye.
Really— thank you, eh?

It's a long way from Paris.

- Don't touch. Don't touch.
- It's getting complicated.

(She has a problem?)

- Astrid Nielsen.
RAPH: I think there's a little

misunderstanding, Dr Ehle.

We're not bringing, we
came to collect the body.

- Collect the body? Like, right now?

- Uh, yes.

- I'm honestly not sure
it will fit in your cooler.

- Mm-mm, it's too small.

- Anyway, I'll settle this directly

with the PJ officer in
charge of the file, thank you.

- You're welcome to.

On the other hand,
I regret to tell you that

the eyes were removed post mortem.

The crime is therefore
Bordeaux's, bad luck.

Yeah, there are
crimes in Bordeaux too.

- Maybe, but we found the eye first.

I am pleased to tell you
that the investigation is

under the control of the
Paris public prosecutor's office.

Bad luck. There are
prosecutors in Paris too.

- My “piece” is
bigger than yours.

- It's not the size that
matters. Tell her, Astrid.

- According to Article
39-1, Paragraph 5-

- No, please! Not that
old moth-eaten law stuff.

- Ah ah-
ASTRID: I'm not finished.

Paragraph 5 of the Code
of Criminal Procedure:

'It is the duty prosecutor who decides
who is in charge of the investigation.'

- Anyway, it won't take long. Hi!

- Oh— hello again.

- Uh— you know each other?

- We crossed RAPH: (Yeah.)
paths at the IML.*
* ALEX'S OFFICE

ANTOINE:
Cmdr Doisneau, Bordeaux PJ.

- So it's you who...
PROSECUTOR: Come on, let's go.

ALEX: Hello!
PROSECUTOR: Hello.

- Yes, sorry.

- May I...
- Go for it!

- Thank you.

- (Astrid!)

- If I understand correctly,

part of the body was found in
Paris and the other in Bordeaux.

- Mr Prosecutor, you're not
unaware that knowledge of the terrain

makes all the difference
in this type of local case.

- If I may, we haven't identified
the body yet. Excuse me, but-

- The body was found
in a "Bordelaise" garbage can,

"Bordelaise" says Bordeaux!

So, local garbage can,
therefore Bordeaux PJ!

I don't see why we're arguing.

- I refute the concept
of 'local trash can.'

A trash can can be local

without the body being
local. Right, Astrid?

- Cmdr Coste, I'm not sure

I understand the
meaning of your question.

PROSECUTOR: Well,

the position to take isn't clear.

The Paris Crime Squad has precedence.

- Ah!

- But the Bordeaux
PJ has territoriality.

- Ah!
- The garbage can!

- In this context, I
opt for a joint referral.

For the good of the investigation
and the victim, you will team up.

- All- all- together?

- ((Yes.))

- Well, maybe it'll go quickly, huh?

- It doesn't matter,
it's part of the game.

I like you, you don't give up.

- Team?
- Team.

- The correct term isn't 'team,'
the correct term is 'joint referral.'

LAUGH QUIETLY

- You're right, Astrid.
- Yes.

- Especially since we
have things to share.

- To share?
- I mean on an information level.

- Yes- yes, yes! Obviously.

Would you like to come
meet with us at the IML?

- With pleasure.
- I'll give you the address,

can you give me your number?
- Yes. Uh, yes...

- We already have the
address of the forensic institute,

we were there—
one hour and 23 minutes ago.

RAPH: Yes, but it's safer
this way, Astrid, right?

- Thanks. Uh, see you soon.
- See you later!

- You froze up.
- Hmm?

- You've frozen up.
- Not at all, I'm not frozen.

- Yes, you froze up.
Three times since this morning.

Every time you see Cmdr
Doisneau, you freeze up.

- No!
- Yes.

- Why d'you say that? Not at all,
I don't, why I would 'freeze up'

in the presence of Cmdr Doisneau?

- I don't know, but you freeze up.
- No...

- In the meantime, I wanted
to tell you that you were right,

we're going to have to stay
in Bordeaux for a little while.

- This is a very predictable
unforeseen event.

I took the initiative to
book two hotel rooms,

in a hotel located equidistant

from the police station
and the forensic institute.

- When did you do all that?

- Last night at 8:22 pm.
- Oh! Yes!

A predictable unforeseen event.
- Just so. GIGGLES

- Yeah.

- Dr Ehle:

Do you have a cold room
for this type of evidence?

- No, but put it there, I'll take
care of it later. There. Thanks.

ASTRID: All right.

- So, what did you discover?

- Well, the victim was
hit in the back of the head,

the injury suggests a hammer.

- All right, any elements that
could enlighten us on the context?

- One perfectly-placed blow
to the back of the head,

no trace of struggle.

It smells like premeditation.

- Cmdr Coste, these findings
confirm Dr Fournier's findings on

the removal of the victim's eyes:
they were cut out, not gouged.

- The killer probably wanted
to preserve their integrity.

SIGHS
- It doesn't make sense.

All this trouble to preserve
the integrity of the eye,

only for it to end
up in an onion jar.

- Given the supply time of the

store where the jar
of onions was purchased,

and the average packing
time of the warehouse

where it was processed,

it is possible to
estimate that the onions

were harvested from the
field in which they were grown

three days ago.
ANTOINE: You say three days?

ASTRID: Yes.
- It corresponds to the

estimated date of the murder.

It means someone threw
the eyes into an onion field

right before harvest.

And one managed to get past the
selection machines unnoticed,

and the one never
found was destroyed.

- It's crazy that one could successfully
get past the selection machines.

And why throw it away,
was it a symbolic thing?

Like, the killer...
removed his victim's eyes

because his victim maybe saw
something he shouldn't have seen?

- It reminds me of the
Greek myth of Oedipus.

- Yes, the guy who killed his father
and who sleeps with his mother.

- Yes, he realized his crimes and gouged
out his eyes to no longer see them.

Whatever. It's pretty stupid,
because that's not how we forget.

- Completely stupid!
- In any case, the priority is

to identify the victim. I'll look at

reported disappearances
over the last 72 hours.

- I'll come with you.

As part of the connecting
of our services, of course.

Yes, it's easier if we come with you.
- Mm-mmm.

- What?

- I have to go to the
Gironde Department Archives,

I requested a meeting with the archivist

in charge of the Crime Section.

He is an eminent
member of the international

network of criminal
archivists, of which I am a part.

- Well, I'm going to
make my dead man talk.

- Dr Ehle, the dead
don't speak. They're dead.

- Yeah, but don't be fooled,
they really have a lot to say,

you have to know
how to get at it.

INCIDENTAL SCORE

. . .

- Hello sir.
FABRICE: Hello!

Can I give you some information?
- Yes.

I'm meeting with
Mr Fabrice Leforget.

- It's me. Are you Astrid Nielsen?

- Yes.

- Nice! Welcome to the cave.

- 'The cave'?
- Yes.

That's what everyone
calls the archives. They all say,

'That's Fabrice in his
cave.' You understand?

- Mm-mmm.

These decorative
elements seem to me

inappropriate within a
public archives service.

- This is actually my
classification system.

For 1982, Gloomy Vortex

by The Astronomic Riders.

1983: Satanic Sandwiches, and so on.

- All right.

Can you give me access to the

alphanumeric index
of your archives, please?

- Well, in terms of alphanumeric
index... CHUCKLES

it's more of an organized mess.

- A mess?

- Yeah— but organized, don't worry.

Actually, the index is me.

Well, what are you looking for?

- Skeletal deformation indicates
that the victim had a physical job.

Osteoarthritis lesions on
shoulder joints and phalanges.

Note: premature age spots
on the backs of the hands

makes one think of outdoor work.

Hyper-pigmentation of the nails which

could be due to the use of chemicals.

The yellow color is often

characteristic of
sulfur: sulfates, sulfites...

Antoine? A winemaker!

He was a winemaker!
- No, he wasn't a winemaker.

He was reported missing
this morning by his employer.

It's been two days
since he was at work.

- His name is Mathis Roussel, he
was an engineer in the food industry.

- I'm sure of myself on this one,

this guy was a winemaker!

- Astrid! - Good morning.

I managed to find the
identity of the victim.

His name appears in
a missing person report

on file in the Gironde
Department Archives.

- I tried to tell you, we already have it.

- His name is Mathis Roussel.
- Exactly. Mmm.

- His disappearance was
reported this morning.

- Mm-mmm. That's not
the information I found.

Mathis Roussel's disappearance
was reported 5 years ago.

He was a farmer and
worked on a wine estate.

- Ah!

See?

- It's the same man,
with a few more years.

- Mmm.

- Mathis Roussel's disappearance was

reported to authorities by his brother
Bruno Roussel on June 16, 2018.

It wasn't considered a 'disturbing
disappearance' by Gendarmes.

The 'right to be forgotten' was invoked

and the report was dismissed.

- That's why it's no longer on file.
ASTRID: That's it.

- So Mathis Roussel changed
his life, but not his identity.

That's strange.

It remains to be seen

why he was running
away from his previous life.

- Well, I had the victim's
employer on the phone.

According to him Mathis
was a model employee,

very few friends, quite discreet.

He lived in a maid's room
in a not-so-chic neighborhood.

- That's weird. He earned
a good living, right?

- Yeah, yeah, it doesn't match up.

Do you know Bordeaux a little?

Is this your first time here?

- No- - Yes.

- I came here with my
parents when I was little,

before they passed away.
HE CHUCKLES

- I won't be able to
show you the Dune of Pilat.

- Yes yes, the Dune of Pilat,
I don't know the Dune of Pilat.

- So much the better!
. . .

THEY LAUGH

CLEARS THROAT

And otherwise, what
do you have on the family?

- Yes, well, the father committed
suicide, the mother died of cancer,

He still has his brother.
- Bruno Roussel.

- He owns a winery
a few miles from here.

- Would you like us to go out there?
- Yes.

Astrid, are you coming?
- Mm-mmm.

- Why?
- I'd rather you drop me off

at the Forensic Institute
where Dr Ehle works.

- Um... are you sure?
- Yes.

- Shall we go?
- Mm-hmm.

KNOCKING
- Yes?

- ((Ah...!))

The cooler. You didn't
put the cooler away.

- Don't worry, I'll do it.
I'll finish this and do it.

- You said that before.

I will keep it, it's my
responsibility and more prudent.

You use a fork.
- It's super versatile.

- It's a fork.
- Don't worry, it's sterilized, eh?

- A sterilized fork does
not follow protocol.

LAUGHS

- All right.

. . .

- You're laughing.

SNORTS
- Yes.

- I don't understand
why you're laughing.

I have difficulty using certain
elements of non-verbal communication

As part of our collaboration

I think it helpful for you
to know that I am autistic.

- Ah! Very good.

- I don't know if it's 'very good.'
- Well sure,

- Two points of view on
things are always good.

- Hm-mmm. Hm-mmm.

BELL CHAIN CLINKS

BELL

((Ahem.))

- Do you... ah...

Well, uh- I...

- Go ahead, Antoine.
- No, I'll let you speak first.

- All right.

Uh, wait... What are
we talking about here?

- Uh...

- Oh! You're talking about
questioning the witness.

- Uh, yes.

- Yes! Of course. Obviously!
LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

Hello!

TANIA: Hello.

If you've come for
a tasting, I'm sorry
we're closed today-

- No no, not at all.

Judicial Police.

You're Mrs...?

- Roussel.
- You're Bruno Roussel’s wife?

- No, his stepmother. I'm
married to Charles, his father.

Please come in.
- Thank you.

Um... - Um...

- What's going on?
Is there a problem?

- We'd like to talk to
you about Mathis Roussel.

BRUNO: Have you found Mathis?

- I'm sorry...

- You see? There are round scars

there, there, there, there.

They're slightly depressed.
ASTRID: Yes.

I have already seen evidence of

this type in criminal
documentation forensic reports.

- And look at their position:

under the arms; only
places hidden by clothes.

- These elements
are characteristic

of forensic reports
in cases of abuse.

- Given the age of the scars,

it must have happened
to him as a child.

- It seems to indicate that Mathis
Roussel was an abused child.

- When I reported my
little brother missing,

the Gendarmes did not consider
it a 'disturbing disappearance.'

- It's the law, really, it's not
forbidden to disappear in France.

You never looked for Mathis.

And when you find him he's dead.

- Your brother did not
die an accidental death.

He was killed.

- Do you know if your
brother witnessed anything,

could he have seen something
that he shouldn't have seen?

- I don't understand
your question.

- His murder has
something, um... unusual.

His eyes were removed
shortly after his death.

- We believe the mutilation
is symbolic in nature.

That's why we're
asking you the question.

- I don't know anything about it.

It's so barbaric.

- Do you know

what made him leave?

- No, uh...

I don't know, no.

My brother was
an unstable person.

He was too sensitive.

- Well, his triglyceride
level is a little high,

but that won't get us far.

Even his vitamin D
is within standards.

Do you have anything?

- His hands. Something
is wrong with his hands.

There, there.

Oh yeah, you're
right, they're thinner.

As if his fingers had got thin.

- This may be a symptom.
- Well the field is crowded:

Marfan syndrome,
scleroderma, muscular dystrophy,

degenerative disease. The
Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

We're going to do a little
research, huh? Want to help me?

- Yes!

I can't, I am not qualified.

- No, don't worry,
we'll do it together.

- Hm-mmm. All right.

ALEX: (Thanks.)

You see the darkest area there?

ASTRID: Yes. It is a fibrous tissue.
ALEX: Yes.

This is a sign of neural degeneration.

- The number of Mathis
Roussel neurons decreased.

- Exactly.

And these neurons control the
voluntary muscles, that is,

what we use consciously.

- Which means Mathis Roussel
performed less movement,

which could explain the muscle wasting

and the mass of his hands decreasing.

Do you know what disease
these symptoms correspond to?

- It's a real scumbag:

Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis,
AKA Charcot's disease.

- I have no medical training,

but I have already
seen this disease

in several criminal investigation
documents, I know the files.

It involves paralysis of the limbs.
- Mm-hmm, that's right.

- Irreversibly, and until the patient dies.

- So he was an abused child?

- Except his brother
said he was unstable.

- Mathis Roussel carried
amyotrophic lateral sclerosis,

also known as Charcot's disease.

In other words, 'a real scumbag.'

ANTOINE: That's a lot for one man.
- The disease just announces itself.

- In any case, we'll be able
to question his neurologist.

but not many in Bordeaux
specialize in this disease.

We had trouble finding the
doctor who was treating Mathis.

- We first have to talk
to the brother again.

Abuse and Charcot's disease
open up lines of inquiry.

- So it had already started?

- You knew about his illness?

- Charcot's disease runs in
the family. Our father had it too.

- That's why he committed suicide?
- Yeah.

He started to feel the first symptoms.

It was never official,
but he knew what it was.

He had already seen
his father die from it.

He didn't want to live knowing
he'd degenerate like him.

- I guess it was very hard for him.
BRUNO: Yes.

But I don't feel sorry for him.

I never complained.

It meant seeing the
burns on my brother's body.

- Was it your father
who did that to Mathis?

- He did the same to you too?

- He tried.

With me it was
more complicated.

I protected Mathis as best I could.

But I failed.

- It was liberating for your
brother when your father died.

Why did he choose
that moment to disappear?

- When my father started getting
sick, we had to make a choice.

Do the genetic test to
know if you carry the gene,

or live without knowing.
Mathis chose the test.

- And you chose not to.
- I wanted to continue living.

If it had been positive, it would've
been the end of being carefree.

I didn't want to live with
the idea of a time bomb.

- Okay, so your brother fled

because he realized
he was a carrier too.

- A way to leave the illness behind.

- Probably.

- Since you knew the
reasons your brother left,

why didn't you try to find him?

- I did try, I told the Gendarmes,

they thought he had
the right to disappear.

- He hadn't changed his
identity, hadn't left the area,

You could've insisted a little, right?

- Anything else? Hmm?

- I don't know what you want.
What're you getting at?

- Your brother's eyes were
gouged out, that's not a trivial act.

That was unforgivable.

If you want us to
find out who killed him,

you're going to have
to be straight with us.

- I don't understand
what you expect of me.

- Something keeps
running through my head.

- That is on your mind.

- Yes, it obsesses me!

Like Capt Haddock's* bandaid, you know?
* CHARACTER FROM TINTIN

- Absolutely not, I don't
know Captain Haddock.

- When I don't have a solution,
I can't think of anything else.

- I understand that, I
have something very similar:

when faced with a
puzzle, until it is solved

I can't think of anything else.

- If Mathis Roussel
knew he was sick,

he should've gotten treatment,

even if incurable there
are still palliative protocols.

- Only there's no trace
of it in his analyses.

- Exactly.

Hey—

—we could ask
his neurologist directly!

- Absolutely.

Cmdr Doisneau must question him.

Yes, but Cmdr Doisneau's
not here, so I suggest we go.

- Impossible.
- Yes! Yes, it is possible.

- No, no.
- Come on.

- Impossible. Mm-mmm.

(Ah ah ah.)

Impossible.

Dr Ehle,

you're not authorized
to conduct questioning.

- Well, since
when is it forbidden

to discuss Charcot's
disease with a colleague?

I promise I won't talk
about Mathis Roussel.

If you want to
come, you can watch me.

- There, on the passenger seat

there are organic materials in jars.

- That's nothing, it's is my
collection of celebrity viscera.

Look!

This is Victor Hugo's nasal cavity.

See the polyps?

He had to sneeze often.

We know so little about great men.

Look at this: Descartes' foreskin.

Full disclosure: there's
another one in Buenos Aires,

We don't know which
one is the real one.

Do you like it?

- I don't know.

- Go ahead, get in.

- Your car is very messy.
- Oh, well that's for sure.

You'll see, it'll be nice.

- I agree to accompany
you only to verify that

you're not going to
conduct questioning,

but that you have a multidisciplinary
clinical discussion with a colleague.

DOOR SLAMS

I'm not here to
have a nice experience.

- But you should, Astrid.

Life goes so much better
when you're having fun.

KNOCKING
NEUROLOGIST: Come in.

- Hello, doctor.
- Hello.

- (I came for my sister. She has
Charcot's disease, but she's in denial.)

- Mm-hmm.
- Our parents and I, we tried and tried.

She's the former
telemark champion of France!

NEURO: Yes, I understand.

It can't be easy for the
family with her like this.

She's already showing
obvious signs of stiffness.

What do you expect from me?

- Oh, actually, Mathis Roussel
told me a lot about you.

He never stops praising
your professionalism.

- You promised you wouldn't
talk about the victim.

- And today 'the victim' is you, honey.

- I don't understand.

- I'm surprised Mathis
would mention me,

I haven't seen him in several months.

- What? And his treatment?

- I do not endorse this.

- He's taking the prescriptions of a

specialist who's not very well known,

who apparently has designed
a revolutionary treatment.

Why these questions?
- I'm calling Cmdr Coste.

- Who is Cmdr Coste? Why
are they called 'commander'?

- (His name. His name?)
- Whose name?

- (The specialist!)
- Ah! Uh...

Damien Aubert. Yes.
ALEX: Ah!

- What's your sister doing?

- Cmdr Coste does not answer.

- Thank you very much.
Come on, we're going to

see a new specialist, all right?

- Your coat. Your purse.

- Wait, who are you?
What is this act?

- Astrid Nielsen.
You promised, Dr Ehle.

You transgressed 14 articles
of the Code of Criminal Procedure.

And you made me an
accomplice to this irregularity.

- But imagine the time
we would've wasted

asking for permission left and right!

The courthouse is a
madhouse, you understand?

There's always a
missing piece of paper!

- You talk like Cdmr Coste.
- Well, Cmdr Coste is a very good person.

- Yes. Procedure guarantees
application of the law

to protect citizens from
any miscarriage of justice.

- Do you still believe that?
- The procedure is not a belief.

- One thing doesn't fit:

the neurologist said Damien Aubert had

prescribed a revolutionary
treatment for Mathis.

- Except according to your expertise

there are no signs of a
drug treatment being taken

by the victim.
- Well, no!

Here.
- Thanks!

Astrid told me about your
little escapade at the neurologist.

- Ah!

- Dr Ehle violated 14 articles
of the Code of Criminal Procedural.

- (In any case, I congratulate
you, that was cheeky.)

- (Thank you.)
ANTOINE: Yes, well done,

and who's doctoring the followup reports?
- Oh, it's fine, it's just a report.

HE LAUGHS
SARCASTICALLY

- He's going to falsify a report.
- So, uh, the next step

is Damien Aubert, right?
The clinic is located in Arcachon.

What I found on
his site is... folksy.

ALEX: Yeah, okay... Yeah!

He's a doctor?

- How about we say 'hello'?

- Yes, I'm always up
for that kind of stuff.

- I made a request
to the prosecutor and

copied the district court.
We're waiting for authorization.

ASTRID: Cmdr Doisneau is right,

that is exactly how to
proceed, we must wait.

- Thank you, Astrid.

- You're welcome, Cmdr Doisneau.

- While we wait for authorization,
I want to go back to Mathis Roussel's,

we may have missed something.
Are you coming with me, Coste?

- No, no no, go with Astrid,
she's almost like radar.

- Mm-mmm, I'm not radar.

- No, it's a way of saying
nothing gets past you, Astrid.

- Ah. Very well— you don't
want to come with us?

- No... no no, I feel
like I have a migraine

that's like a punch in the face.
No, I must get to where it's dark.

I feel like it'll become unbearable.

- Are you sick?
- No, I'm fine,

but I really have to
go back to the hotel.

- I'm going back to the
IML, the same old routine—

—if you want I can drop
you off, I think it's on the way.

- Perfect, drop me off.
Astrid, I'll leave you with Antoine.

- (Ah ah ah ah...)

ALEX: You'll see the clinic is

in a really pretty neighborhood.

- Listen, sorry, what's with this seat?
I have something under my feet.

What is- it's crazy how
your car looks like my office.

A hell of a mess.
LAUGHS

Damn, that's for sure.

Shit.

- What?

- Astrid forgot her eye.
- Oh shit!

- Oh my, no no, hold on,
MOBILE RINGS

wait, wait, she's calling me.
MOBILE RINGS

MOBILE RINGS

Yes, Astrid?
- The cooler.

I forgot the cooler holding Mathis
Roussel's eye in Dr Ehle's car.

This is a breach of
Procedure 14, it upsets me.

- Uh, yes, yes, I-

I understand. Listen, are you certain?

I'm- I'm sure she's
keeping an eye on it.

- I hear the sound of
an engine. And that means

you're still in her car. Can
you check if you see the cooler?

It was sitting on-
- The cooler... No, I'm in my room,

the hotel room,

I think what you hear
is the air conditioning,

there must be a fly or something
stuck in it making the noise.

Listen, I'll call Dr Ehle and tell
her to get your cooler, all right?

- It's not my cooler,

it's a piece of evidence.
I forgot a piece of evidence.

- Yes, she'll watch it,
she'll watch it. Listen,

she'll watch over it like
it's the apple of her eye, huh?

- Yes, all right.

Like the apple of her eye.
I'll let you go!

(Shit.)

Goodbye. She hung up.

You have to say
goodbye before hanging up.

RINGING

SIREN RINGTONE
- Shit!

Yes Antoine?
- Uh, yes... Are you at the IML?

- Well, no, I'm on the road.
- Where are you going?

- This isn't cool, Antoine!
It's a matter of trust!

- Yeah.

Listen, I'm calling because
Astrid forgot her cooler in your car.

- It is not my personal cooler.

- Uh, sorry, she forgot
'the evidence.' That's it.

- That's it.
- Yes,

I know. I saw it, I'm
taking it back to the IML.

- Uh... Be careful.

SIGHS
- Yes.

- It’s crazy, this complicity
with Cmdr Doisneau.

- He's my brother.
- No!

- It's true.

- Your brother's nice.
- Yeah.

Professionally, I mean.

Professional is so nice.
- For sure. Very nice.

- Is Dr Ehle in
possession of the cooler?

- Yes. She got it and
is taking it back to the IML.

Can we go Astrid?
- Yes.

HE OPENS AND CLOSES
DRAWER LOUDLY

- Gently with the drawer.

- So, what does it say?

'Regression of the
stoichiometric coefficient of its...

...brain activity-' 'Stoichiometric'?
What is this gibberish?

Nothing!

It's the description of a carburetor.
If Damien Aubert buys it,

it means he's as much
a doctor as my mechanic.

- Do I have to wear these?
- Well, yeah...

It's been a century since
I stopped wearing pumps.

- I hope we don't have to run.
- I'm not against a little action.

Here.

'This... stoichiometric stuff'...

'Stoichiometric.'

Oh, collar.

- Shit, yours too.

- (The hatch), the hatch, your head.

(Let's go.)

'The reduction'... uh, 'schizo'... Oh boy.

'Isi- ischio-'... The what?

- Yes! You were saying it well there.

- Uh, 'Ischio'...
- Yes, ischio.

- 'Ischio'

RAPH: Hello, doctor.
DAMIEN: Good morning.

ALEX: Hello!

DAMIEN: What can I do for you?

- Emma Guillotin and-
- Juliette Bonaventure.

- We're reporters for
Alternative Therapies magazine.

- Saint-André-de-Bordeaux
Hospital contacted us

following the recovery
of one of your patients.

- Hmm. Which patient?

- Oh! Medical confidentiality.

Listen, I'm very
happy for him.

- Are you surprised?

- Not at all. I tell all my
patients there are no miracles,

there are only people
who follow my treatment.

ALEX LAUGHS
POLITELY

Did he have tests?

- Yes yes, of course of course,
moreover— uh... doctors found

a regression in the
stoichiometric coefficient

of his cerebral damper activity, there.

- Same thing with the level of

his spinal distribution ramp.

- Oh, I- I see.
ALEX: Mm-hmm.

- And... that's why would like

to share this discovery
with the scientific community.

- You know, I don't have very
high esteem for my colleagues,

and it's quite mutual.

- Yes, but after such a brilliant feat

your work needs to be recognized,

if only to benefit other patients.

RAPH: And by the way,

could we have the details
on your treatment?

- Why?

- Well, for our article, of course .

- No, it's confidential.

- Oh. Fine. Shame.

- It's a mixture of active ingredients

that come from plants.

The fruits of years of research.
RAPH MURMURING

- What plants?
No?

And the price?

- It reflects the research
time needed to develop it.

- Do you have a small estimate?

- Listen, Ms Guillotin and...

- Ms Bonaventure.
- I'll write note

that I'll send to you directly.

- Oh no no no, don't bother-
CROSSTALK

- I'm going to go to your site.
ALEX: No no-

It'll be quick.
- No, you'll find that

the site has disappeared,
we had a huge router problem.

- Yes, I tried it, it's there.
RAPH: Oh, yes? It's back up.

CROSSTALK

- Ah. your names do not
appear on the masthead.

- Oh, we're not?
Oh I know why!

Yes, it's because
we've just arrived.

Before we were working
at Junior Life. That's why.

- Yes, an intern is doing the
update, it;s very, very complicated.

- We have to keep on him! SCOFFS
- No discipline!

- None.

- Are you kidding me?

HIJINKS MUSIC

ALEX: Quick!

ANTOINE:
Could I have gloves, please?

Thank you.

ANTOINE:
Mathis's apartment is a real monk's cell.

- I don't see a crucifix.

ALEX:
This pseudo-doctor is a first-class crook.

RAPH: Yeah, the epitome.

Have you seen the price
of his magical treatment?

- No.
- Here—

—I took this from his desk.

- Oh!
GASPS

€130,000? Fuck! Who
can afford something like this?

- Well not Mathis
Roussel, in any case.

Where'd he get all that money?

- Did you look at his account activity?

- Mm-hmm: nothing.

- Mmm! This little
Muscadet drinks well.

Wine helps me think!

- Me too!

So, Mathis Roussel

had been ripped off
by this charlatan for months.

Is there anything
that has surprised you?

- Mathis, this whole time.
- Mathis was an engineer, all right,

they are rather Cartesian
people, huh? With a rational mind.

How could he have been fooled
by a guy like Damien Aubert?

- I imagine Aubert was appealing to
something other than his intelligence.

- His fear of dying?
- Yes, maybe.

Or his emotions.

Mathis Roussel was fragile.

He experienced
something in his childhood

which damaged his
defense mechanisms.

- Abuse.
- Exactly.

- In any case, this doctor is all wrong.

- You can say that again.
- He could have killed someone

who discovered his deception.

- (No maybes about it!)

- Mmm!

Cmdr Doisneau?

There.

The boards are not cut evenly.

Do you have a credit
card I could borrow, please?

- Yes...

There.
- Thank you.

I have my canteen card,
but I don't want to damage it.

((Mm-hmm.))

A safe.

Here.

Thank you.

- An iris recognition lock.

ASTRID: I think we've just found

the motive for the removal
of Mathis Roussel's eyes.

- I can't believe
you practice this
polyamory thing!

- Well, basically, it
was more Aurélien.

- But aren't you a little jealous?

- No, I like it.
You learn a lot from others.

It's interesting on
a societal level, and then,

there are always people at home!
LAUGHS

No, just kidding, I'll stop.

Why, are you interested?
- Oh, no no!

No. Me? No, not at all.

but it was already complicated
with just one guy, so with more- ha!

- Isn’t there a little
thing with Antoine?

- 'Antoine'? You- 'Antoine' your brother?

- Yes!
- No...

No, no no.

Did he talk to you about me?
- Yeah.

- What'd he say?
- He told me that

he thought you were

a really, very good cop.

- That's nice, very nice.

You know, I know the region
a little from when I was 10.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, my parents

rented a cabin in Arcachon.

- Us too. Where?

- It was a holiday camp,
it was- wait, what was it called...

It was a name that
meant 'sleeping outside.'

It was good, but there
was a little beast with hair,

swimming in the water, like a
bear cub with teeth, like that.

BOTH: Coypu!*
* NUTRIA

- The Hospitable Coypu!*
* NUTRIA

LAUGHING

You know The Hospitable
Coypu Camping? Hold on!

- We went there! It's crazy!
- You did? No, really?

- Totally, I swear! It's crazy!

- No! It can't be!

- Yes! I wonder if it's still there.

The camp is nearby,
you can go there on foot.

- Yes, it'd be better,
with everything we've had.

Hey, before we go into
battle, what say, (what say...)

Do you know the
Little-Drop family?

LAUGHING

Do you know
Corinne Little-Drop?

Corinne Little-Drop?

THEY LAUGH

ALEX: Wait...
RAPH: Everything looks the same.

ALEX: Let's proceed in order.

CROSSTALK
ALEX: I don't remember the number.

RAPH: I think it was next to the lake.
ALEX: What was that number?

ALEX: Look, it's there.
RAPH: Oh, yes...

Oh fuck, everything
looks the same!

Yeah! Oh, yes.

CROSSTALK

I have the impression it's there.

Those are the ones, it's so funny!
- It's incredible!

- We were right next door!

- It's not possible!
- I swear!

- There!
- Crazy...

- Wait, was that you,
the weird little blonde who-

who dissected mouse
corpses by the toilets?

- Yes!
- No! It's not possible!

- I asked my brother to bring
me a half-drowned squirrel.

He was a lifeguard at the pool.
- What?

Antoine was the Coypu
Camping lifeguard?

- Yes!
- You're kidding. You know,

I was madly in love with him.

- No!
- I'm telling you: madly in love with him.

GASPS

- My greatest vacation love.
No, I assure you, really!

I think I have a photo, I'll show you.

Tell me if you recognize him.

Hold on.
Look! It's him.

- Yes! It's him! It's him!
Do you see his mullet?!

BOTH: That haircut!
LAUGHS

- What an ass!
LAUGHS

How dare he with that cut!
MOBILE RINGS

- Hold on, a call.
MOBILE RINGS

Oh my, it's Astrid! Careful!
MOBILE RINGS

MOBILE RINGS

Yes, Astrid?

- Yes, hello Raphaëlle.

In Mathis Roussel's
small apartment

we discovered a safe.

SIREN RINGTONE

- Antoine?
- Are you at the IML?

- Yeah, I'm
at the IML.

- A small safe;

in Mathis
Roussel's small
apartment? Yes?

- We're going to
need the eye.

- Oh, well it's here, under
the autopsy table.

I see it, I can even touch it.

Heh.
Why do you need it?

- Oh, a safe in
Mathis Roussel's
small apartment.

Yes, yes.

- Your pronunciation is very rough,

it could be a symptom of a stroke.

- No no, I just have
a little headache,
nothing serious.

- Do I hear seagulls?

- Oh, no,

it's my thoracic
expander squeaking.

- So getting back
to this safe:

What about the safe?

- It's a new safe,

it has an iris
recognition aperture.

The culprit likely used
Mathis Roussel's eye to open it.

- Very well, very
very very good news,

we're on our way now.
- All right.

You and Dr Ehle?

- No... Me and
my migraine. Yeah.

- Okay. Yeah.

- Are you at the hotel?

- Thanks Astrid, I'm hanging up.

- All right.
LINE CLICKS OFF

She hung up.

Cmdr Doisneau,

I believe that Cmdr
Coste is not at the hotel.

- And I get the impression
Alex is not at the IML.

- Oh.

I have a discordant feeling that
indicates they are together.

- Yeah, they had to go
to Damien Aubert's clinic,

I knew Alex would
want to go there.

- Mm-hmm.

And when my sister
wants to do something

it's very difficult to stop her.

- Like Cmdr Coste.

- Really?
- Yes.

RAPH: He taught me to swim!
ALEX: Oh! LAUGHS

CROSSTALK

- Wait... Wait.
- What?

- I think it was here.
- I don't know-

- Yes! The car!

I think I left the
keys in the ignition.

- So... all right... no...

- No!
- I'm sure. I'm sure!

- I'm sure. I'm sure!

- No! No. No no,

what am I going
to say to Astrid?

Oh I don't know, it's
a nightmare! A nightmare!

We don't have the cooler,
we don't have the eye!

- We'll buy a cooler.
I have an old friend

at the morgue who
can give us an eye.

It's not the real one
but we won't get yelled at!

- Yes, tempting,
it's tempting, thanks,

but you don't know Astrid,

she'll see it's the wrong eye!
Oh shit!

Wait, no, we're cops,
we can't do that!

ANTOINE: Mr Aubert?

- Hello. Yes, that's me,
I'm the one who called.

- Pardon?

- Are you from the Gendarmerie?
ASTRID: Absolutely not,

we're with the criminal police.

- Well, you really go all out.

- Why did you call the gendarmes?
- Two crazy women were just here,

pseudo- journalists, I don't
know, maybe planning a burglary?

You're from the police?
- Yes.

- Yes. Sorry, sorry.

Cmdr Doisneau, Judicial Police.

We were just informed very badly.

Can you tell me
what they asked you?

WOMAN:
Well I was with Bonnie, and

I saw them next to your car talking.
ALEX: How many were there?

- Two. A boy in
baggy pants and a girl.

- Did you hear what they said?

- The girl was yelling at the boy,

he was supposed to have his
father's car. Young-people stuff.

- Yes, but why did they need a car?

- When Bonnie did her
business I went home.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, ma'am.

- Hey, it's Saturday,
they're young people,

young people go
out on Saturday,

they probably took
the car to go to a bar or...

- Yeah. Do you any
youth bars in the area?

- No, just the ones where
Aurélien went to flirt.

I think it must be Le Rio,

and La Flèche.

- All right, which bar would a
young person in baggy pants go to?

- The Rio.
- Then let's go to Rio.

- How?

- (Oh yeah.)

- (Hey! Be careful! Be careful!)

ALEX: I- I think it's fine.

You're worse than me, actually.

- It's called 'requisition of- of a vehicle

for the smooth running
of the investigation.'

Ah!
- (Hurry up!)

RAPH: All right, pedal!

Pedal, pedal!
CROSSTALK

- No hands!

Yeah! LAUGHS

. . .

- It's been years since
I've ridden a bike.

- Yeah, me too.

- Oh my...

- Look! Isn't it pretty?

- Ahhh!

- Ahhh!

- Where was it?

- I don't know.

Did we go past it...
ALEX: (I don't know.)

- No, I didn't see a path. Wait!

Oh my. I can't
take it anymore!

Where's the car? - I don't know.

GASPS

CAR GIRL: Whoa!

What is this craziness?

CAR BOY: Dunno.
There are a lot.

It's disgusting!

- Oh!

- Oh! It's "my car"!
- It's your car!

- Hey! - It's her car!

- Is this human stuff in your car?

- Ha ha, among others.

There are also cats,
dogs, lots of things.

- Listen, we don't want any trouble.

Take back your car,
we won't report you.

OUTRAGED CROSSTALK

- Well that's the last straw!

The last straw!

- Hey, you don't get to choose here.

Raphaëlle, is there
still some formaldehyde?

- Yes, we have a bit in a glass...
CAR GIRL: No no, wait,

is this a joke?
ALEX: A joke?

CROSSTALK

You stole my car!

RAPH: Do you know
who you're dealing with?

Do you know who
you're dealing with?

ALEX: Ah ha!
RAPH: There!

- They're serial killers!

- Hey! Go clean
your rooms!

(What're they doing?)

CAR GIRL: Sir!
RAPH & ALEX: No! No! No no!

- Ho! Leave it!
No no, it's not-

BOTH: It was a joke!

- It was really
just for a laugh!

Call the Bordeaux IML, you'll see!

G1: You also have credentials
from Alternative Medicine.

- Oh that, no.
It's nothing, it's...

it's for going
undercover.

G2: Undercover...

- Undercover?

G2: Undercover for what?

- For the investigation!
- Undercover with Ms...

- Cmdr Coste. It's there on
the card you

you took from me.

Well, so I'll explain: the PJ of Paris

is experimenting with new methods

in order to- uh...

- To accelerate- - To reduce

CROSSTALK

the time to... to, to...
- Yes?

- ...to reduce case
resolution time.

- To find the culprits faster.
G2: Yes, all right.

- With your blood alcohol
level, it promises to be effective.

- Yeah, no-
G1: Yeah yeah yeah.

And this? What is it?

You also do oyster mushrooms?

- No! That's Descartes' foreskin!

- Are you kidding us?
- No! It's extr-

- Hello, Cmdr Doisneau Bordeaux
PJ, Astrid Nielsen Paris PJ.

- (Astrid!)

We've come for these ladies.

- Well not too early!

- Hey, turn it down, Alex.
CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY

Well done, huh?

Alone you're already unmanageable,

with her you're world champions.

What image are you giving the
Bordeaux PJ, Alex? Honestly!

- It's fine!
Bordeaux PJ will get over it.

- Astrid, find me some aspirin.
- Raphaëlle, there's

no point telling me you're
suffering migraine symptoms,

Cmdr Doisneau explained to
me that you faked a headache

to escape his vigilance
and take off with Dr Ehle.

- No no no no, I'm not pretending,
Astrid, please find me aspirin.

- Ah yes, you drank alcohol.

- It's fine, stop pouting,
we found the cooler,

that was most important, right?
- And not only that!

THEY STIFLE LAUGHS

- What is it?

What is it?

- Stop acting like a mule!
We found a good lead too,

I'll have you know.
ANTOINE: Yeah. GRUMBLES

Come on, we're going.

MECHANISM BEEPS,
UNLOCKS

ANTOINE: Magic.
RAPH: Amazing.

RAPH: What do you see?
- A book.

- Oedipus Rex by Sophocles.
- The guy who gouged out his eyes?

- Hmm.
RAPH: Heard of him.

- It's empty.

- It's empty.

FORENSICS:
There was powder in the safe.

- What type of powder?

- Given the size of
the safe, a handgun.

- Gunpowder. Hm-hmm.

- The history shows the safe was
opened after the time of the crime.

- Okay, so we can say
the culprit opened the safe

with Mathis's eye, and
stole a weapon that was there.

- And left the book.
- That's it.

- Ah. You found her.

- At the risk of disappointing you
Mr Aubert, no one's looking for me.

I'm the one who's
going to question you.

- I don't understand.

- Do you know Mathis Roussel?

- He's one of my patients.
- He was. He was killed.

- When was that?

- Tell us more about your treatment.

- I'll tell you if you want, but
you won't understand much.

- Think again, I know about carburetors.

- Pardon?

- No, hold on... 'Spinal
distribution ramp,' seriously?

- You're a crook, Mr Aubert,
your 'treatment' is bogus.

Think what you want.

But I'll teach you something—

—the most important thing isn't
the molecule that kills the patient,

but that they
believe in this molecule.

I call it the principle
of positive influence.

- For which you ask a fortune.
- The more expensive the molecule,

the more the patient believes.
It's logical.

- As long as they believe.
And when they realize

what happened was
you sold them salads?

- Mathis discovered you
were selling him air, so

you feared he'd report you.

- Mathis believed in his treatment.
- I think he had

evidence against you in his safe,

and that's why you
gouged out his eyes.

- 'Gouged out his eyes'?
What are you talking about?

- Uh, we found no evidence
of transfers in his bank accounts.

- He did it in cash.

- Do you know where
he found all this money?

- I have no idea.

I've done nothing, I swear!

I don't understand.

KNOCKING

- Oh, my little Astrid!

I put aside the case
file you were looking for.

2017.

The "Fat Sparrows" release
"Crapping On People."

I listened to it again this
morning, a real masterpiece.

- Mm-hmm.
Thank you, Fabrice.

ASTRID LISTENS TO
BACH VIOLIN PIECE

. . .

MUSIC ENDS

Mm-mmm.

Mmm.

- So this is your HQ, Astrid?

- Mm-mmm, this is
not my headquarters.

This is a cave,
Fabrice Leforget's cave.

I must warn you,
his indexing is unorthodox.

- "Hate Crasher," '81!

Annie Lennox, '82!

Hellbenders, '83. It's great!

- I don't know if it's great. It's
a mess, an organized mess.

ASTRID: Left.

- What is it?

- Hm-hmm.

This is the case file concerning
the suicide of Charles Roussel,

the father of Mathis and Bruno Roussel.

My thinking is entirely visual.

In order to think about
an abstract concept

I need to give it physical reality.

I spread out the file to get an overview.

- You me come because you
found something interesting?

- Mm-hmm.

- The angle of the
shot, the presence

of the weapon in
the victim's hand,

and gunpowder traces on his skin,

led the gendarmes to
conclude it was suicide.

However, the projectile
was never found.

Oh— there are 2 weapons
registered to Charles Roussel.

- Two identical weapons?
- Mm-hmm.

Two weapons of the same caliber.

There, and there.

In the absence of the projectile,

it is impossible to know which
of these two weapons fired.

- And you think the two weapons
could've been swapped?

- I simply note there is
nothing in the ballistics report

to confirm that Charles Roussel
was killed by the weapon in his hand.

ALEX: This is all very interesting,

but why exactly am I here?

- So you can help me
re-examine the pathology report.

ALEX: The pathologist who
did the autopsy is useless.

- Meaning?
- The father had bruises on his back.

According to the pathologist
they were due to

the fall that followed
the impact of the bullet.

- Only...

The environment in which
Charles Roussel's body

was found could not
have caused them.

- Well, no. It would've
taken an irregular surface,

while he fell on carpeting.

- This is consistent with Charles
Roussel's body being moved.

- It's likely, but doesn't
explain everything.

I need to study the
data in more detail.

Because I see evidence of a struggle.

- Charles Roussel
didn't commit suicide,

Charles Roussel was murdered.

- Exactly.

- Mathis's father was murdered.
- Yes! So

we think that maybe
the gun that killed him

was the one that
left traces in the safe.

- If Mathis kept it in
the safe, it was because

he could've been accused.
- In any case, he had a motive.

We know Mathis
was abused as a child.

He may have killed to escape it.

- So, whoever killed Mathis Roussel
wanted to avenge Charles Roussel.

- His wife! Tania Roussel.

- Charles was lying
there when I found him.

He was bathed in his blood.

It was everywhere.

- I'm sorry, it must
have been terrible.

I see him every night.

I'ill see him until I die.

- There was a big age
difference with Charles, 30 years.

That never posed a problem?

- Think what you want,
I've heard so much already.

I loved Charles and didn't care
about his age or his money.

- And you inherited the
estate when he died?

- In joint ownership
with his son Bruno, yes.

- Why?

- Mathis wasn't in the will?

- He had compensation.

But Charles's will
was always that

the estate should go
to his elder brother.

- I don't understand what
classification method

corresponds to
an organized mess.

- It's not really a method.

It's more of a...

"a feeling," something intuitive.

Oh, here.

Found it.

Dusty Storm,
"Toilet Brush," 1992.

It must be over here.

And there it is!

- Gently, the file.

- Is this what you were looking for?

Mm-hmm. Exactly.

I don't understand
this classification method,

but it is effective.
Thank you, Fabrice.

- You're welcome, Astrid!

- Where was Mathis the day

his father committed suicide?

- At the Paris Agricultural Show.
MOBILE BINGS, VIBRATES

. . .

- Excuse me, I have to answer.
. . .

Forgive me.
. . .

- Hello, Raphaëlle.
- Yes Astrid?

- We were mistaken,
we must not be mistaken.

Fabrice helped me find school archives.

When Bruno Roussel was 15

he was placed in a
disciplinary boarding school.

- What? Explain it to me a little.
- His father tried everything

to keep the reason withheld.

Only, I found the report from the time.

Bruno Roussel was
sent to boarding school

because he had tortured
a student at his former school.

By burning him with cigarettes.

Cigarette burns, do you
understand what that means?

Hello, Raphaëlle? Raphaëlle,
do you understand what this means?

OEDIPUS REX

- (Astrid!)

(Bruno tortured Mathis, not his father.)

- Are you interested
in Sophocles?

- Not at all.

But I wonder why
you are you interested.

- Do you have authorization
to rummage through

my library and question
my father's widow?

- I'm investigating the death
of your brother, Mr Roussel.

So...

it didn't seem necessary to me.

I thought you'd be
eager to help the police.

- I believe you were mistaken.

Get out of here.

RAPH: It was Bruno who

tortured his brother
when he was little,

not their father. He was the
one he was escaping from

when he disappeared 5 years ago.

- What are these?

ANTOINE:
Oh. Bruno Roussel's phone records.

In this gibberish are
several texts he received,

they all come from
the same prepaid mobile.

- Cmdr Coste, you told me you saw
an edition of Oedipus the King in the

the Roussel library identical to
the one in Mathis Roussel's safe.

- Yes, when we
were on the phone,

and Bruno didn't
seem to like it much.

- A code.
- Hmm?

- This is not gibberish,
it could be a kind of code

which can only work
if the sender and receiver

have the same title and number
of pages, and the same edition.

I think the first digit
indicates the page number

and the second indicates the
location of a letter on this page.

To decipher the message, Bruno
Roussel need only transcribe

the letters, referencing the
book he had in his possession.

- So?
- Shh!

So?

Pardon.

- I have deciphered the first message—

SIGH OF RELIEF

—'Give me what I want
if you want me to keep quiet.'

IF YOU WANT ME TO

KEEP QUIET

- Are we certain Mathis
sent these messages?

- The deciphering book was in a
safe only his retina could unlock.

Why use a complicated
code to talk to each other?

- Because Mathis wanted only his
brother to be able to understand them,

while not revealing where he was.

- We may have been thinking
about this backwards all this time.

What if Bruno killed
his father, not Mathis?

- So... Bruno killed Mathis,
who was blackmailing him

to finance Dr Aubert's
so-called treatment,

and tore out his eyes
to be able to access the safe.

- Uh-huh, cut out, not torn out,

they were cut out, not torn out.
- Yeah, yeah...

- No, there's his alibi
for the time of the murder.

He couldn't have been in front
of the safe when it was opened.

He was at a wine fair, we
have dozens witness testimonies.

We're missing part of the puzzle.
ASTRID: Mm-hmm.

- By going undercover
adequately, Bruno Roussel

could be led to hand over
his accomplice, and evidence

allowing the latter's apprehension.

- Fine. You're proposing
an undercover operation?

- Yes. I am qualified.

Before leaving Paris I took the initiative

to file a prior request for an
undercover operation, just in case,

within the framework of Article 76-81
of the Code of Criminal Procedure.

It will only get evidence
strictly necessary

for detection of the offenses,

and without endangering the
safety of the undercover agent,

or required personnel.

The Roussels do not
know the face of Dr Ehle.

- (Yes...)

- Oh... GRUMBLES

- Well done, Astrid.
- Mm-hmm.

SIGHS

BRUNO: Hello?
- Hélène Berger, project manager

at SOS, the food health agency.

I would like to speak to the manager.
- That's me,

Bruno Roussel.
ALEX: Hello, nice to meet you.

BRUNO: Hello.
How can I be of service?

ALEX: You'll see.
TIME JUMP

- You found an eye
in one of our bottles?

- Not me, a consumer.

This bottle comes from your place?

- Ah... What kind of eye?

- A human eye.

Moreover... A bit of
the same color as yours.

But don't worry,
we've notified the police

and an investigation is underway.

- An investigation?

- It's a human eye, after all.
We don't see that very often!

It's a special discovery, usually
we mainly get called about flies.

Have you noticed anything unusual

on your bottling lines recently?

- Not that I know of, no.

- It's the health aspect
that interests me most,

because we're going to
have to recall all the bottles

put on the market at the
same time as that with the eye.

Do you see?
- Yes, I see.

There's something I don't understand—

—how did this bottle
get into your hands?

Distribution and transportation
takes more time.

- More time than what?

- Who are you exactly?
MOBILE RINGS

- Excuse me.

Yes. Yes? Yes.

Where? Oh.

A mouse tail in
rice pudding. Very well.

All right.

I'm on my way. Very good.

Sorry, duty calls.

See you soon!

- Listen, Raphaëlle...
- Shh! Not a word, Antoine.

- I haven't even started.

- Antoine...

The Hospitable Coypu swimming
pool, 1989, I was 8 years old.

- What? I don't understand.
- Wait, let me speak!

I had a crush on you.
I was absolutely crazy.

A little girl's fantasy.
SIGHS

But now that I

understand, I can no longer be silent-

- Wait, wait... Raphaëlle, the
little brunette with braids and braces,

that was you?
- (Yes.)

THEY LAUGH

- Yes, I remember. One day you
fell in the pool and I had to dive in

to get you back out.
LAUGHS

- Even though I knew how to swim.

- Fuck, I really thought it
wasn't going to work this time.

- Am I disturbing you?

BOTH: No no!
UNCOMF. LAUGH; RINGTONE

- Oh! Hold on, he's calling,
he's taking the bait.

I'll put it on speaker.

BRUNO: Tania, it's me.
We have a problem.

- Tania.

- A woman came to tell me
Mathis's eye was found in a bottle.

- Who was she?
- I don't know,

I don't know what she wanted.
I'm worried about what she knows.

TANIA: I don't understand. I swear,

I threw Mathis's eyes
into an onion field.

BRUNO: How does
she know? Fuck!

TANIA: I don't know!

My love, I swear I don't know!
- Ha! 'My love'! Really.

- If that's not Oedipal, what is?

- Everyone in position
for the arrest, I repeat,

everyone in position
for the arrest, now.

Do you know
why you're here?

I'll tell you.

You murdered your brother.

You savagely ripped out his
eyes to access the safe

where he kept the weapon
with which you killed your father.

- It's nonsense.
- We have a recording.

And the messages from
Mathis where he blackmailed you.

It's time to stop lying, that's it.

You killed innocent people.

- Mathis wasn't innocent.
He took everything from me.

He was always my father's favorite.

Mathis was the good son,

the one who smoothed
over the rough edges.

I was the black sheep.
I left, I'm not into clowns.

I was the only one in the
family who dared defy my father.

- So if I'm hearing you,

you killed them,
but you're the victim.

- It's because I am.

- Explain it to me.

- When my father
realized he had Charcot's,

he wanted to blame the whole world,

the kind of guy who wanted
everyone to collapse with him.

Or so crazy they massacre their
family before fucking themselves up.

- You ended up believing
your own lies. Your father

didn't screw up, you killed him.

- He wanted to get
me out of the farm,

and give it all to
Mathis before he died.

He tried to erase me, you
understand? He went too far!

He knew how much
I wanted the vineyard.

I'm talking about justice.

No one would
have done it for me.

- Was killing your brother justice?

- After killing Charles...

Bruno made the
scene look like suicide.

And he went to the Paris
Agricultural Show, to have an alibi.

- Mathis knew everything, right?

And he stole the gun with the
prints that incriminate his brother.

- We found that out later.

Something had to be done, so...

so I put another
gun in Charles's hand.

I looked for the
bullet and got rid of it.

There was no way
Bruno was going to prison.

- Why did you help him?

- I don't know.

- Did your affair begin

before your husband’s death?

- The second I saw him...

...I knew I couldn't escape it.

You know those moments when...

you feel like an

outside force is choosing for you.

I fell in love.

Madly.

- You didn't have
to give in to this force.

- There is a proverb that says...

'Destiny leads whoever wants,

and drags those who don't want to.'

In any case, fate would
have dragged me to Bruno.

I may have wanted...

the illusion I was
in control of something.

- By helping him hide his crime?

I'm not aware of doing
anything wrong from

the moment I did-
I did this for him.

- And that's why you
started again with Mathis.

- I- I did nothing!

I just went to get
the gun from the safe,

while Bruno was in Paris.
ANTOINE: You 'did nothing'?

Tania, you opened his
safe with his eye in your hand,

and then you threw
it into an onion field!

- I never hurt Mathis.

It was Bruno.

He was in such a rage!

- Why did Mathis keep the gun in a safe?

It would've been easier to report you.

- He wanted me to keep
my distance from his life.

RAPH: Maybe because you
tortured him when he was little.

- I hated him.

He had charisma.

He just had to show up,
and I no longer existed.

My father loved him too much.

- Bruno...

Why did you kill Mathis?

Something else I
want to know. Why?

- I was ruining myself.

I was going to have to sell
the property. It's all I had.

- No. It wasn't just a
question of money. Why?

- When he disappeared 5 years
ago, he told me if I tried to find him,

he would report
me for killing our father.

I would never
have looked for him.

- So why'd you
report his disappearance?

- For appearances.

If Mathis finally left, I could live
and not be compared to him.

- You murdered your brother
and gouged out his eyes.

What brother does that?
Why?

Do you realize what that means?

- He was sick.

By killing him I gave him relief.
I did him a favor.

- No.

You killed him because he
was no longer afraid of you,

that's why.

- There are holes in the table.

- Hey, it wasn't always
easy, but we finally got there.

- Well hold on, Alex, I
never doubted we'd get there.

Do you have any muscadet left?

- This is for you. Gift!
- Oh! Thanks!

- This is for you, Astrid. Gift!

- Oh- uh, Astrid doesn't like gifts.

- If I don't like it I don't
know what attitude to adopt.

- Well, let's say it's not a gift.

This is a contribution of scientific
pieces, within the framework of

a disciplinary exchange
between the two services.

- Hm-hmm. This is not a gift.
ALEX: No.

- All right.

Hm-hmm! Oyster
mushrooms. It's a joke!

- Yes, a joke!

- It is the foreskin of Mr Descartes.
It is a very interesting piece, Dr Ehle.

I will do my utmost
to send you a piece

from my work worthy
of similar interest.

- Be sure to change his
formaldehyde from time to time.

- Mm! We have a gift for you too.

- Really?

- There. Open it!
- Thank you!

RAPH & ALEX: Awww!
A stuffed squirrel!

- I love it, I've always
dreamed of one, thank you!

- I'll tell you, it wasn't easy to find.

- Yes. There were mostly foxes.
SNORT LAUGHS

- Ladies! I think
it's time for me to take you.

- Oh yes!
- We must not be late.

- Well, see you again, huh?
- Yes!

In Paris?
- Yes!

- Come on!

ALEX: Goodbye, Astrid-

- Ah, don't touch, don't touch.

- Goodbye!

- Hm-hmm.

- (Goodbye!)
- Goodbye, Dr Ehle.

Thank you.

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