Morgane?
Ludo left me.
I can't stay with Gilles,
I have too many memories. -Come in, come in.
It'll be ok.
Don't worry, it's just for a night or two.
I'll bounce back.
TV, Your transfer to the Caymans, 2 MONTHS LATER
your relationship with Alice...\n
Come on! It's time to get up!
Come on, let's tidy up a bit too.
Leave me alone, can't you see I'm "bad"?
Morgane, you haven't come to work in two months.
You know what would do you good?
A little investigation!
You do it. Move, it's my soap opera.
Very well, stay here if you want,
but I'm warning you, you're missing
an extraordinary crime scene.
Gilles says we could have a cross between
"The Black Dahlia" and "The Mystery of the Yellow Room."
The victim is a judge,
murdered in her courtroom.
Murdered in her courtroom.
Her body was found in
a windowless office.
And most mysteriously,
It was locked from the inside.
Oh, you were fucking with me with "The Mystery of the Yellow Room"?
In this place with 15 windows and 18 doors?
Yes, well, I didn't have all the information.
-Oh yeah?
Hello, Morgane!
Happy to see you.
, Me too, yippee!
She needs to dive back in,
will you brief her?
Uh huh, yeah;
Carole Massart, 49, judge, she presided over an assize jury.
She went to her office for a file, but
never came back. -Ah!
A willful murder.
Intriguing, right? -I'm very intrigued here.
Dr. Bonnemain,
do you think the modus operandi is particularly sophisticated?
No no, not at all, a cerebral hemorrhage caused
by a blow from a paperweight like this, a classic.
But nothing is certain,
we have to finish the autopsy.
Gilles? -Yeah?
Gilles, have you found any gray areas
in the victim's private life?
Uh... Yes, yes, yes, of course. Listen... uh...
She's single, no children.
A big earner.
And a very very weird thing,
she drove an automatic.
No!
Gilles, you have to help me stimulate Morgane.
I can't take it anymore seeing her depressed,
you have to motivate her.
Morgane, you found something?
The setting.
It was the jurors who warned me that Madame Massart was not coming back.
So I went to look in her office.
But she was...
Sorry, I was her clerk for 15 years.
She was an exceptional magistrate,
brilliant, and very human too.
Mr. Le Goff, when did you find the body?
It was 10,21 am.
No! It was 10,22 am.
Your workstation is in Judge Massart's office?
LE GOFF, Yes, that's right. -Where were you this morning?
With the budget cuts, I work in several departments.
At the beginning of the week, I am in Family Affairs.
On Thursday afternoons I'm with Madame in
the Court of Appeals,
of a thousands cops the Court of Appeals,
except during school holidays. Then-
If I understood right, Judge Massart was assassinated
before the verdict in an ongoing trial.
-Yes. -What kind of case?
An involuntary manslaughter during a hazing.
Highly charged.
Let me explain the context.
If you followed the debate over article 225-16-1 of the penal code...
Yes? Hello Henri, how are you?
Morgane, I have an urgent question for you,
What do you put in your blanquette sauce so that it's so tender?
Henri, there's no "my blanquette,"
I've never made it in my life.
Ok, well I don't know anymore...
ok, well I don't know anymore...
It was Ludo, Henry.
Ludo was the cook.
Ah yes, it must be Ludo. How are you doing then?
Well, so-so.
It's not as much fun here since your departure.
I was shocked when I saw the new owners of your house, that I can tell you
Wait, new owners?
They sold it, your house,
I didn't tell you?
No. -Ah...
And the children, how are they?
If you need "babysitting,"
I have my metro card.
Henri, I have to go. We miss you too. Gotta go.
Kisses.
Can you tell me more about the ongoing trial?
It happened on a prospective-students weekend.
A student, Adrien Modier, died after a coma.
It was a case of seniors forcing freshmen to drink.
-Mm hmm. -Hence the involuntary homicide.
Who was at the hearing this morning?
Who would have wanted to prevent a verdict?
I don't know, it was cancelled.
The jurors know the verdict, but they are bound to secrecy.
It was "Guilty"!
They were going to declare them Guilty by a 6-2 vote.
Absolute majority!
Only the judge's input is missing,
but that wouldn't have changed anything.
Morgane, you did not break jury secrecy?
I didn't break anything, we chatted.
ok, initially, the setup favored the defendants,
They paid for "pit bull" lawyers,
and witnesses who asserted that the boy was drinking alone,
of his own free will on the night he died.
So it smelled like the acquittal of the year.
And then! A Saint-Tropez twist!
The judge called the victim's mother to the stand.
She explains that her son
never drank a drop of alcohol,
because his father died of alcoholism.
So, big trauma, yada yada,
In short, according to her it was impossible
that he drank without being forced.
That turned around the opinion in the room.
From there it went downhill.
Members of the student body who came to support their friends
started to cause an uproar,
but the judge acts.
She clears the room.
In the days that follow, according to the jurors
the judge had a complete attitude change.
She is no longer very focused.
She doesn't seem to be listening, she's on her phone.
There's even one who says she was seen crying in the toilet.
Weird.
Did you also notice this change in Judge Massart's behavior?
Yes, lately, she was distracted.
Do you think she received threats, or someone tried to intimidate her?
She would rather die than give up her integrity.
Yeah, well that's kind of what happened.
Wow!
This kind of outfit never suits me,
but on you... Wow!
Smoking hot!
Well thank you.
Sandra Weber. I take care of miscellaneous items and court cases at the Lille Courrier.
Ah. Morgane Alvaro.
I work with Supercop over there.
Ah! You work with Commander Snippy.
I admire you. What a story, a murder of a judge.
Do you have any leads?
Lille Courrier, you say?
Are you the same group as "Illustrated Entomologist"?
My son is a subscriber and it has become very expensive.
Will you tell them?
Uh... Yes, I will
get some information.
If you ever want to have a drink, I'll leave you my card.
Ring me.
Balls. That reporter's a shit-digger;
You didn't say anything, I hope?
Yeah, I didn't give anything away.
By the way, speaking of people we're not supposed to be buddy-buddy with,
Yes? -...when were you planning to
tell me you slept with Miss IGPN? -Yeah, I...
Don't try to deny, I have spies everywhere.
I wanted to talk to you about it when you came back to work.
Oh yes? -Yes.
I'm here. -So you are.
Yeah. -Well, you know about it.
When exactly did she seduce you?
When she tried to get you fired,
or when she asked for my head?
Move, please! Please!
There's the two defendants.
Murderers! - No, madame. -Slowly...
You're not going to get away with it!
Madame! Madame! Look at me.
Madame; Calm down. Look at me.
This won't change anything.
Look at me, look at me.
Everything's fine.
Let me go!
Just, let me go! They killed my son!
They killed my son!
Seeing my son go to that stupid school,
I was so proud of him; And they killed him.
I'm sorry about your son, Mrs. Modier.
You should have let justice-
Justice was against me from the start!
When my son died,
it took me months to get an investigation opened.
I kept repeating that my son didn't drink, never,
he knew what alcohol had done to his father...
No one believed me,
no one listened except Judge Massart.
They killed her too.
They were both with their lawyer that morning.
They didn't kill her. -Then it's one of their supporters.
They've been trying to intimidate us for weeks. They'll do anything.
You received threats?
What kind of intimidation?
This one is from last night.
They lied.
They wanted to smear us.
Death to Judge Massart!
Death to the mother of the Modier boy!
Since the opening of the trial, I've received dozens of them.
I spoke to the neighbors of the judge.
Several saw a suspicious guy hanging
around the building's back stairs with a baseball bat.
It could be him. Description?
Average height, 1.70m.
He wore a hoodie that covered his face.
We keep in touch? -Yeah okay, I'll call you.
Boy, the victim didn't live in a dump.
How much does a judge earn?
I don't know...
Did you find something?
Zilch.
Hey.
Hmm?
Is it gonna last, this thing between Karadec and Miss IGPN?
With Roxane? That's my impression.
Say, after what she did to us, you
and Daphne must be pretty pissed off.
Have you checked the office? I want to see it, ok?
In any case, she has no business
showing up at the DIPJ, all kissy-kissy.
I'm not solving anything, I can tell you.
About that, Morgane-during your absence, we...
Ssh!
You found something? The setting.
Ssh! Ssh ssh ssh...
Tech Services will take samples.
We should wait... All right.
-So I must have...
Can you blow this up please? -Why?
To find what the victim shredded before she died.
This morning a scrap of paper was stuck to her pants,
acrylic pants, caused by static electricity.
Remember your kindergarten-level physics?
ok ok, so I'll tell you,
All around you,
everything is made up
of atoms.
And what is an atom?
It is a nucleus and one or more electrons which revolve around it.
Do you remember? No?
Not much, in kindergarten, I had a lot of asthma.
ok. Well, tell yourself that you're an atom.
You walk around with your electron,
it revolves around you, it's good.
So then, someone comes from out of nowhere
and rubs up against you
and you lose your electron,
Like that, you're attracting! -Uh, yeah.
So you're going to rub yourself everywhere to catch another electron.
It's no different.
Okay.
Anyway, look,
If you've been following along,
I steal electrons from the carpet and therefore I transform my balloon
into a magnet!
It makes the hair stick to the balloon;
Styrofoam to the cat's ass;
And paper to the pants!
-Eh? And who stole the electrons from the paper
she shredded just before she died?
Well, the shredder. -The shredder...
So if we want to recover what she shredded,
we have to do this.
Yeah, well obviously this isn't a sure thing
because static electricity dissipates over time,
then it's gone.
What is it to me?
You'll get the mojo back.
Know what? We'll pack up everything
and go through it at the DIPJ, come on.
Back in stores! What's uuuup?
Guess who's back! I missed you!
Hi, Morgane.
Oh, you organized a team lunch for my return.
Hey! l'm so pleased.
What is that?
The philodendron? lt's a gift from Roxane.
From the prefect!
The prefect.The prefect!
According to him, the office lacked greenery.
He thought, "Here, a philodendron."
At my spot?
Ah, watch out!
Hot in front!
Hello, Morgane.
Hello.
How's it going?
Adam told me you were stopping for a few weeks.
It's going great.
I know we started off on the wrong foot,
you and me, but I hope
that we'll be able to overcome that, hmm?
It would be my pleasure, in any case.
That's it, I have an IP address.
The host says the video threatening the judge
was posted from the Lille SUP2M campus.
It was a student who uploaded it.
Madam. -Good morning, can I help you?
Yes. Cmdr. Karadec, Judicial Police,
we want to see your students. -You're from the police too?
Yes.
Your other colleague is in the Marshall Amphitheater.
Down the hall. -My colleague?
lt's fine, don't get mad!
We were No. It's not just chatting! okay.
You passed yourself off as the police,
are you kidding me?
Now what?
Put those phones down.
Put. The phones. Down.
Death to Judge Massart!
Ouch!
- Oh, that's not ok. - What?
That's assault on a holder of public authority.
I didn't do anything, it was her!
Oh, the liar! And she gave you the finger, too.
What???
- Come on. - Let me go!
I'll lodge a complaint!
-Yeah. -So, You.
You, you, you, and you, stand up!
Let's go! Believe me, you don't want to spend the night at the station.
Something?
Our suspect is knowledgeable
about framing, he filmed horizontally.
-Yes. -He has a sense of framing!
Like in the movies. Then another important detail,
He started the video vertically, like this,
then he adjusts his framing by making this movement,
which is to say, counterclockwise.
Which gives us a major piece of information, Which is?
Right-handed!
-"Yes"! Therefore,
you, and you, and you
can sit back down.
And now for the knockout.
Karadec,
hold on tight, things are about to happen quickly,
Three, and two...
and one...
"Bim!"
Don't move. -What do you have on him?
Nothing, I'm just fooling around.
No! -Just a lucky break, clearly.
Move.
Good night Lille, that's all from me!
Wait, I didn't kill anyone. These videos were for fun.
Do you find it funny?
You didn't just make videos. According to your provider,
your mobile was near Judge Massart's house.
What were you doing there?
I just wanted to freak her out. I didn't even go into her house.
It's totally true!
Neighbors saw a guy in a sweatshirt hanging around with a baseball bat.
The hooded guy was her! -What do you mean?
She was a freak, your judge. That's why I stopped following her,
she freaked me out so much.
-Oh fuck. -It's not a fake.
It is indeed Judge Massart being filmed vandalizing the car 3 days ago.
Judge by day, criminal by night.
Whose car is it? -A Charlotte LeRoy
I left a message, but she has no connection with the judge.
A random act.
ok. We keep the student in custody,
and we'll see tomorrow when we know more.
- Yes. - Okay.
Actually, she's your best friend.
What?
Roxane.
You get along really well with her.
Roxane? -"Roxane."
No no no!
We did an escape game and we lost.
She's super strong at laser tag.
She blew us away.
Ah ok, she rules at laser tag.
This is your new best friend, your "BFF"?
Not at all. Not at all.
I did it for the commander. I don't even like her.
So I... don't care... -And suddenly,
if this mug were to accidentally fall...
if this mug were Yeah...to accidentally fall,
you won't care? -Yeah...
Would you do anything?
There-- -No!
ok. You know what?
I'm going to work remotely, because here it stinks of betrayal.
"Oh, laser tag friends"!
Bunch of rats!
I don't think she likes Roxane.
So, the weekend at Ludo's, it was cool?
It was fine, we climbed trees.
Tree climbing? Hey, that's a blast, right?
Did you like it, Doudou?
And a game, didn't we say we'd play a game?
'A horse, ' 'a horse.'
Uh... 'Japanese warriors'...
'Samurai'! -No, uh... Ah...
'A dwarf at war'...
Time! -No, but--shit! I almost had it!
It's 'Pocahontas.'
'Pocahontas'? -Yes.
'Pocahontas'? -No, it wasn't clear.
Come on Doudou, up!
The mother-son team, here we go.
With me.
Let's go, easy-peasey!
Uh... 'A witch.'
'Praying mantis.'
No, come on.
Ssh!
'A hyena'!
'Cruella'!
Uh, Doudou, do you have something to tell me?
No cheating!
It's not his fault if she's not good in a couple.
No, but... -I'm outta here.
I want to be with dad.
He was a sweetheart.
Don't worry, he'll get over it.
And the search for an apartment?
-You want me to leave. -Not at all, you're welcome.
But if I may give you a piece of advice, Be careful.
When I left my ex, it was war with my son.
He showered my son with gifts, I was always the bad guy.
Don't let that happen, okay?
Ludo and I have already separated.
Elliot just needs to get used to the idea.
Morgane, his dad takes him tree climbing on weekends,
and you make him sleep on an inflatable mattress in my guest room.
Who do you think he wants to spend time with?
Feel free.
And it worked out, with your son?
Yes, it's better.
He now lives in Nice with his father.
Commander, Charlotte LeRoy is here.
Mmm! Thank you, Daphne.
Case closed, I know who our killer is.
I spent all night fooling around with this, but it was worth it.
There! This is what the judge shredded before she died,
A photo of Mr. Universe. Right,
he was her lover, she left him, he killed her. Classic.
Uh, Morgane? The owner of the vehicle
vandalized by the judge has just arrived.
No, but wait...
Karadec, who cares about vandalism?
We have to follow the trail of sex, to the end.
It can wait! -The trail!
Hello, madame. -Hello.
Cmdr. Karadec, thanks for being here.
Naturally. You really found who vandalized my car?
Sweetheart? You forgot your phone in the car.
Oh!
Sex, Karadec. Sex!
I recognize her.
This crazy woman assaulted my husband last Saturday.
I was walking with Charlotte.
She jumped on me.
I swear, it was the first time I'd seen her.
The wacko insulted him, called him a liar.
Carole Massart had an account on a dating app.
We've found out she matched with a "CookieChris,"
a French teacher who lives in New York.
They were exchanging messages and pictures.
It's you in these pictures.
It's... madness!
Christian is overwhelmed at work,
clients harass him day and night.
April 5, "Thank you for the photos.
I'd like to cross the Atlantic to make love to you."
"What captivates me about you is your inner beauty."
A poet.
I never wrote that. You're sick!
She's an erotomaniac.
My husband is very attractive,
women fixate on him for no reason.
Mr. LeRoy, you seduced Carole Massart
by posing as a New York bachelor.
You met her in a hotel once a month,
when you were "travelling".
But one day by chance she comes upon you with your wife.
She understands everything; She wants to tell your wife,
but you can't let her.
Give me a break.
Where were you between 9 and 10,30 am?
My house. -With your wife?
Yes. -Will she confirm that?
Yes. He was with me.
I break my ass to find the guy,
and you release him in two seconds.
No choice, Morgane.
His wife says they were together the whole morning.
She's lying. She's covering for him, it's a classic, right?
The wife covering for her husband.
Or it's the other way around.
If it is, she shot her,
and it's him covering for her.
Like in this movie... Yes!
Yes, with that actor, the handsome one,
who has a hat, and a whip.
Later he doesn't have the hat, because he's a lawyer, ok,
and then there's a trial... Because he has...
'Evening.
'Evening, Morgane.
'Evening.
How are you? I'm just finishing up.
Whatever, I'll wait.
There's a little tapas bar opposite the concert,
we can have something before. -Nice, do we-
I wouldn't go there if I were you.
Think Indian, he prefers that, eh?
It'll be fine, they have vegetarian,
I called to check.
Great. You think of everything.
"Great. You think of everything."
Great.
Wow! The philodendron is growing really well.
Yeah.
Have a good evening, Morgane.
Yeah, right.
Drink some of this.
There you go!
Hey!
Hi. -Hi.
The neighborhood is great.
I'm going to get the kids.
Okay.
Thea, are you coming down?
Yeah, I'm coming.
Elliot, your mom is here for you.
I don't want to.
Elliot, it's your mother, you're going to see her.
There's not even a bed over there.
I know...
Do this tonight,
and this "weekend" I'll take you go-karting.
Okay?
Okay.
You've settled in well, it's great.
Great.
What are you doing? This isn't the way to Celine's.
I found an apartment.
An apartment? Since when?
Since this morning.
And I think you'll like it.
I just need to get something at the police,
but we won't be long.
Wait, wait, no peeking.
No peeking, okay...
Careful...
And...
Ta-da!
It's ok Elliott, take off your scarf.
So? It rocks, doesn't it?
Is this your apartment? -Yes.
For the week. Come, come!
I present to you the immense living room.
And its giant screen.
- Weird decor. - Step this way.
So, a room whose function is unknown.
And finally, the 3rd bedroom...
There.
Hang on, because the highlight of the show, it will dazzle you,
with...
The master bathroom, there.
I have mine, you have yours in your rooms.
So? Pretty nice!
Best bedroom!
No head starts, it's not fair!
Are you having fun, sweetie?
Eh? Are you exploring?
Ha! Yeah, crawling builds muscles! Alright!
So, what's with these sexts?
TEXT ALERT 'CHRIS', Thanks for the photo.
I would so much like to cross the Atlantic to make love to you.
What captivates me about you
is the light of your inner beauty.
'KROL59', I thought of you all night, hot stuff.
Our story is like a comet,
coming to Earth once in a lifetime.
You awakened the volcano
slumbering within me.
Your feelings echo mine.
Our love shines like a thousand cops-
Uh, a thousand fires!
I have no battery, is there a charger here?
There's one over there.
It's the wrong kind.
I'll poach yours, okay?
Be my guest.
What is all this?
Ah no, that's stuff that I steal from work to resell on the internet,
it's nothing. -Are we at a crime scene?
Not at all! Whoa!
Wait, no no, that's important, it's part of my case,
give me that back!
You kidding?
ok, the owner got killed. But not here, so who cares?
Completely crazy! I'm not sleeping in a deathbed!
Did you change the sheets?
I told you, she didn't die here!
It doesn't matter, we're fine here!
Who is it?
-ok, nobody moves. -It's the killer, right?
Returning to the scene of the crime.
No. No. Don't panic. Ssh!
Don't move. Don't move, Doudou.
Remember,
I love you!
You?
What are you doing here?
Eh???
I actually wanted to talk to the neighbors
for my article on the judge's death.
And the window, and then the door, was open.
Don't confuse me! You're in a place under seal,
and you're contaminating everything with your bullshit!
No, I must be dreaming,
you're here with your kids?
Ha!
ok, fine. I saw a bottle of champagne in the fridge.
What do you say to a drink?
Hmm!
l go back to work,
Mm hmm. l go back to work,
Mm hmm. after 2 months
with depression. ok?
l arrive, and what do I find?
The girl stuck a huge plant,
disgusting, right in my spot!
Seriously. A philodendron, please.
No! Just no, huh?
It's a declaration of war, right?
How do you say it?
A phi-lo-den-dron!
Still, she's strong & honorable.
-Yeah, a lot. -Typical passive aggressive, right?
Yeah, severely! As soon as I had my back turned,
she took over the whole DIPJ!
She's a hot Julius Caesar!
I swear!
Even better, We have the same at the newspaper.
She really reeled in the editor-in-chief.
I have to find more and more scoops,
even scabby ones. -Well yeah.
Otherwise I'm dead, I no longer exist.
But really, you think it makes me happy,
breaking into a judge's place?
Well no! Yeah, yeah...
'Judge Massart'! Let's talk about her too,
what a goody-two-shoes.
Hmm! It seems that she slept with a married man. Huh!
Whoa! No no no! -But if!
Right, I'm not telling you anything!
Why? We could help each other.
Oh no, no, no. Supercop was very clear on this,
I'm not to talk about the case.
I spoke to the relatives of your suspect today, but too bad.
I'm keeping that to myself.
I had no instructions about the investigators.
You'll give me a behind the scenes look at the Lille DIPJ?
Yeah, but it's give and take!
Do we have a "deal"? -Uh, yes. Yes, a "deal"!
You first, I don't trust you.
'kay.
- Right. Christian LeRoy. - Yeah?
Your main suspect,
the hunk who seduced the judge, he's a serial deceiver.
His wife is perfectly aware.
Two years ago, she started divorce proceedings.
But at the last minute he won her back.
Wait, hold!
They started divorce proceedings? -Yes.
Do you know in which court? -Mm hmm!
You've reached Morgane Alvaro's phone.
That's all, leave a message.
Morgane, it's Karadec.
I'm behind the courthouse, I can't see you. Where are you?
Psst, you there! I'm here.
Come!
Quick! -What the hell are you doing?
How about you? I've been waiting for an hour!
Morgane, did you break in?
No one was home! Just go along with it!
Fuck.
Wait, you're going to... I'm here.
Yes! Oh, done! Let's go, it doesn't matter.
What are you getting yourself into?
Morgane, what are you doing? Where are we?
In the Family Affairs archives.
We were completely wrong, Karadec.
It wasn't Christian Leroy who sent the victim those messages.
I found out the LeRoys started divorce proceedings
in this court in 2020.
Picture to yourself that Madame noticed that Monsieur
had the unfortunate tendency to send naked selfies
to a bunch of chicks behind her back?
They abandoned the procedure, but
normally, unless I'm mistaken,
the folder should still be here.
And...
Ha! "Yes"!
Ah, well, here it is.
Look! These are the photos
the judge received.
Someone here pretended to be him to talk to the victim?
Yes. And thanks to the Romans, I know who.
The Romans? -Yes, I'll explain it to you.
We got our alphabet from the Romans, right?
Only they invented it for their language, Latin.
Then they invaded Europe,
and they forced Asterix to use it.
After that, each region added ingredients to the sauce,
such as accents, or associating letters to make sounds.
In short, a mess. Ah!
Family Affairs, 2nd floor, left corridor.
Fine, I understand about the Romans,
but how is it relevant?
In the messages to our victim
I found a number of weird things.
Like apostrophes in odd places,
"mil" instead of "mille,"
a "K" at the end instead of an "X."
So, okay, 2 options.
Either typos, the guy was writing with his left hand
because his right hand was busy.
Or, his autocorrect played tricks on him.
His autocorrect?
Our guy texts regularly in another language.
-Yes. -A language with no double-N,
where "K" replaces "X,"
and where they put apostrophes in the middle of words.
And the language is?
This is where you come in, Karadec. -It's Breton.
That's it!
Who is around the judge, is Breton,
and works part-time in Family Affairs?
...on Mondays, and on Tuesdays
I assist Mrs. Milain in Family Affairs.
Your feelings echo mine.
Our love shines like a thousand cops,
uh, a thousand fires.
-Hi, Cyrano. Writing us a poem?
Carole Massart thought she was communicating with Christian Leroy,
but it was you.
I didn't want to lie to her.
I've always had trouble meeting women.
And last year, my sister
signed me up on a dating site.
At first, I went through old posts
and by chance I came across Mrs. Massart's profile.
And...
and I was amazed to see that a woman as brilliant and beautiful as her
could feel as alone as I do.
And it was then you contacted her? -We talked all night.
The one after, and the one after.
In real life, she had never looked at me.
But now she found me funny, attractive.
She confided in me about her private life,
her feelings about the trials.
Then she asked me what I looked like.
I couldn't tell her the truth.
You didn't have a profile picture?
Not at first. -So you decided to
use the photos of Christian LeRoy.
No luck there, Carole Massart came upon the real Christian LeRoy
on Tuesday evening, with his wife.
Once the shock passed, she did her research
she found out it was you and wanted to report you.
She never knew.
She was convinced that the fake profile had been created
by a journalist or a lawyer, someone who was trying
to extract information about the trial from her.
I should have told her,
told her that apart from the pictures, everything was true.
I was cowardly.
But I would never hurt her, I swear.
She's the love of my life.
The clerk still denies the murder,
but he has pictures of the victim. He's obsessed with her.
Does his alibi hold up? -Nothing concrete.
Excuse me.
Hi.
Yeah Gilles?
What? When?
T ell Tech Services to look at everything.
A break-in at the victim's home.
Whoops.
Yeah, well... It's clearly a burglary
that has nothing to do with the case.
-Shall we go? -Really?
Looks like wild animals squatted here.
Commander? -Yes?
Tech Services is overwhelmed, oh my!
There're traces everywhere.
There are dirty dishes, fingerprints, hair.
The trash cans are full!
It's...
Yeah, so I'm thinking of something.
We were this close to cracking the clerk.
We'd better go back and put a lot more pressure on him.
The clerk'll crack faster with proof he broke in.
Yes or no? Right.
He's really sick.
Now that the object of his fantasy has died,
he regresses mentally to infancy,
We found a baby diaper!
Ugh...
Mm hmm.
Ring any bells?
Can we talk?
I still say that we should
put pressure on the clerk, now!
Morgane, you did not squat at the victim's house!
Of course not!
He cooked a kilo of pasta shells. -Oh yeah?
The intruder also bought stuff on the victim's TV,
A documentary on solar storms and "Paw Patrol."
"Paw Patrol"!
ok, my kids and I spent the night in the victim's house.
To understand the victim better!
To understand Fuck! the victim better!
To understand the victim better!
It's an American method, Karadec! -Are you kidding me?
If Céline finds out, or worse, The prosecutor!
Nobody-You're completely crazy!
You're completely crazy!
Nobody will find out,
nobody saw us.
Besides Sandra,
but she won't say anything.
Sandra the journalist?
Yeah, she came here snooping
for her article, but don't worry,
it's all good, we made a deal.
Oh fuck, that bitch.
You realize the seriousness of your actions?
Morgane? I'm angry with you. Hey!
Sandra didn't come here working on a story,
She came to pick up her phone.
For if not, why would the judge
have a state-of-the-art charger,
while in fact she used an old one?
It's the wrong kind.
To charge a phone that's not yours!
Hey.
I have Sandra's card.
She crossed out her phone number If you ever want to...
because she had to change it.
Why in the hell would the judge steal a journalist's phone?
She wanted to know who'd been fooling her for months
with the fake account and she thought it was Sandra.
The judge thought the journalist was manipulating her
to get information on the trial?
If Sandra ever bothers to come get her phone,
through the window to avoid talking to the cops,
then I bet my life there's something interesting in here.
Give me that.
No need to say thank you!
We found this in the drafts on your mobile.
What is it?
A new article?
That's right.
Adrien's mother maintains that her son didn't drink.
But in this photo we clearly see him consuming alcohol,
without being forced.
What a coup, well done.
Oh, thank you!
Obstruction of justice, know what that is?
This information could exculpate the defendants.
But rather than justice, you preferred having the scoop.
Ah. Doing your job,
you're in your niche now.
It was hard work finding this image.
Not the cops, not the court, nobody had my patience.
Why would I want to share?
Because it's the law.
Withholding evidence of a person's innocence
is a misdemeanor punishable by 3 years in prison.
Judge Massart would not have hesitated to prosecute you.
Are you going to accuse me of murder, Commander?
Your investigation's really going smoothly, eh?
Wait--may I?
I want to quote you extensively for my upcoming article.
-I'll take that as a joke. -I sense irritation, Commander
A touch of police violence would spice it up.
...no one listened except Judge Massart.
Oh! It's fine, she's with me. -Okay.
You okay? Was it hard finding it? -It's you who called?
Yes! -Do you have anything new?
Yes, exactly. A lot.
Let's sit down for two minutes.
Erica, I know you're in pain, you have a lot of rage.
Do we agree, it's you who killed Judge Massart?
I'll explain, When we found her,
there was a film of dust everywhere on her desk,
except by the box of tissues.
As if she had offered it to someone to whom
she had given bad news.
The day before the verdict she learned that your son
had been drinking the night he died, she couldn't
convict the defendants, it's expected.
He'd been drinking that night.
I imagine that the judge wanted to warn you of her decision,
knowing you would be upset.
She offered you the tissues.
You preferred the paperweight.
Look.
Exclusive, Judicial Error In The Adrien Modier Case
Don't make that face, it looks like your philo-thing.
She confessed in a public place with a cop nearby.
Don't devalue my progress.
I wouldn't have said "progress," Morgane.
Okay. -Yes.
But, if you're interested,
I told Tech Services to stop the DNA comparisons
for the judge's apartment-- Since the case is closed.
I knew you would manage.
Right guys, I don't have the kids tonight, shall we have a drink?
Yeah... -Oh yeah!
Morgane, is this a joke?
"He wouldn't make it without me,
Portrait of an anti-cop in the police."
Since when do you speak to the press without authorization?
Wait, wait, timeout already.
It was part of the investigation.
"I've got drooling colleagues, what's the bonus?"
"The Lille DIPJ calls her The Brain.
Without her, nothing advances."
And your photo, with your feet on my desk???
It was an exchange for goodness sake,
to get info for the investigation!
I welcomed you into my home.
It's quite simple, Don't count on me again.
I did not say that!
"She is always one step ahead of her 'neurotypical' colleagues."
Does she take us for idiots?
"She does interrogations, planning, computer research on cases,
managing everything with the discreet support of her colleagues."
- This is not okay! - No, well...
Let's get that drink, Gilles. Without her.
I did not say that!
- She twisted my words! - Sure!
Good night. -I did not say that! It's her...
Screw it.
Oh, that make you laugh?
Yes, Morgane. A lot.
I'm going, good night.
Fine, that's it, "good evening."
I got screwed! Ah, well I'll just go, huh?
Come on. To you, Romain.
Here.
Yeah I know, it's been a long time.
I got back together with Ludo, did you know?
I'd just found out you were dead, okay?
Ludo's great. He' s...
But he's not you.
So it didn't work out.
So I'm here, all alone, like a cow.
Talking to a box buried in my backyard.
To my ex. Garden.
It's not even mine anymore.
You don't drink? Yeah, I'll help you.
They all say I'm unbearable.
What do you think?
You would have ended up leaving too? Huh?
Maybe you were...
the only guy who could stand me. And now...
you're gone.
I'm trying.
I swear I'm trying, but really, wow!
With you, it was simple, it was easy, it was great!
Now I can't.
Oh, jeez.
I'm going, huh?
I'll be back, I don't know when.
Oh jeez!
Karadec?
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