-...right now! -It's stuck.
Come on, come on, push!
-Come on, lower! -I can't, I can't, I can't!
No, let's go here, let's go left!
To the left!
What left???
Turn. Left!!!
Come on, come on, come on, push! Come on.
Oh, there, that's the end! OK. There! Ah!
Your mom must not have been bored in this neighborhood.
It's been at the end of the road for I don't know how long.
But she couldn't bring herself to leave the house.
It makes me feel funny to see it being sold.
If I could have... It's no use.
Who'd want to rent a useless house like this?
Well, as a matter of fact, Me, Henri! Yes, yes, Me!
But yes! Yes! Of course!
Yes, there's an idea!
Henri, I can't lie to you. I'm a shitty tenant.
I'm late,
I always disturb the neighborhood,
I seem to damage the place...
€650.
Per month.
And besides...
the house suits you.
Wait, are you serious?
I don't really want the house itself anyway,
and then, it's not the neighborhood it once was.
Lively, it's lively. -Yes, lively, since it was...
It's a "deal," we have a "deal"!
Done!
I need to buy a table for the place.
Come on, it's going to be OK.
Yeah. It's...
I... yeah, no, it needs work.
It's Karadec.
Gilles. Commander.
So what do we have?
Our victim was buried this morning.
The prosecutor has requested authorization for an in extremis autopsy.
Sounds like a homicide.
Okay. The body?
That's the question we ask ourselves. Ha!
-The Virgin Mary? -Oh, well no.
Where's Morgane?
The woman who was supposed to be in the coffin was named
Hélène Lecoq, 59, sales manager for a family frozen food business.
She had terminal cancer, her husband found her dead in bed 3 days ago.
Traces of strangulation on the neck,
found when she was in the mortuary.
When, you know, Helene Lecoq's
burial was in progress, we think.
Someone wanted to avoid an autopsy, but then why put a statue in its place?
Well, it's not real stone.
It's cast.
Plaster, to be precise.
You should know that a big drawback with plaster statues
is that they don't like bad weather.
When it rains, it cracks and swells,
St. Mary and her infinite grace ends up like an old leper.
She doesn't come from a cemetery.
So where do we find
life-size statues of the Virgin Mary, indoors?
In a church. Church.
Just so.
Do you know if there was a funeral ceremony for the burial?
There was also a procession.
Yes, at the Church of St. Martin de Bruno from 9 to 10am.
Maybe that's where the body was stolen.
This is over if we can find where the statue was purchased.
Morgane, come with me
55 KILOS to interview the victim's family.
to interview the victim's family.
You mean, the two of us... alone?
Yes, as usual.
-Yeah, Ok. -Ok, come on.
Coming.
Sulking, Morgane?
Huh?
Because I didn't tell you about this trip?
No, I'm thinking about things in my head that come to me.
You've been doing it for 2 weeks.
What? I've done nothing!
Done-nothing whatsoever.
Hey, it's not "nothing."
Well?
-It's about Roxane, isn't it? -Roxane?
Don't act surprised, that's it, right?
Don't play innocent.
You overheard a call, I know she's planning something for my birthday.
Oh, okay, your birthday, yeah.
she's organizing something with the P.J..
No, erase that!
I didn't say anything! -Ok.
Can you tell me?
♪ Doo doo-doo, doo-doo doo doo, I'm saying nothing! ♪
Morgane; I hate surprises.
♪ Oooh, I'm saying nothing! ♪
Party at my house?
♪ Doo doo doo doo... ♪
My mom, has she invited my mom?
The Lecoq family owns a frozen food empire.
They're important in the regional economy, Morgane,
so I'm asking you to lay low.
-You know them? -Yes.
My brother, if you want to know. So, stay low!
Wow!
Oh fuck!
An albino pigeon! I didn't know they existed.
It's the victim.
Classy!
Hey! What are you doing with those drinks?
I dunno!
Don't!
Karadec
Seriously, have you ever seen the like? Look!
Hello?
Hello.
Something I can do for you?
-You are Helene Lecoq's husband? -Yes.
Cmdr. Karadec, Judicial Police.
I'm sorry to bother you at a time like this.
Would it be possible to talk to you for a moment?
I regret to inform you that Helene's body has disappeared.
-What? -Disappeared?
What? How does a Disappeared? body disappear?
It's impossible, we buried her at 4 o'clock.
We're doing our best to find your wifes body, sir,
everything possible.
They'll find her, they're investigating.
Mr. Lecoq, I believe you're the one who witnessed your wife's death.
-Yes. -What were the precise circumstances?
It was Monday morning.
I saw she wasn't up,
so I went to see her in her room.
She had died.
Were you home alone that night?
-Yes. -Why are you asking him this?
The firm that took care of the body made a report.
They suspect intervention of a third party in the cause of death.
Honestly, are you listening to this?
We think the assailant wanted the body to disappear to prevent an autopsy.
I don't understand,
you think my daughter was murdered?
That is one of the possibilities madam, yes.
Hey, Lucien!
Got any tips for me?
What're the turtles up to? Yeah?
You're shiny, huh?
Tell me any breaking news?
Oh, Milky...
Right.
-Hello, Morgane? -Yo Daphne, it's me. Was I right?
I'm at the church where the funeral was held.
Right about what? You thought the statue
disappeared from the sacristy? -Ah!
So that's where you made the switch!
Huh? So where's the body? -No trace. On the other hand,
I did some research,
and the funeral service told me they put the coffin in the sacristy
an hour before the ceremony.
That's when she was unattended.
The people who could've done it are the victim's husband,
her sister, the brother-in-law, her mother, the priest,
and the caretaker. The grandmother's pretty boy, as I understand it,
apparently her family project.
Wait, you're telling me one of these 6 people stole the body?
Yes. And Morgane?
Have you finished the card? I have to get it back,
there are 15 people waiting after you.
Ah, Daphne, I must leave you, I have a case to solve.
Ok? Gotta go, kisses.
Yeah, you've got it!
Don't go anywhere.
Why would anyone want to kill her?
I understand what I've told you is shocking,
but for now we suspect no one.
At this point we know only only one thing for certain;
One of you is the killer!
-What is this? -One of us?
No, I'm joking!
I love saying stuff like that!
How were things between you and your loving wife?
We've been married for 35 years.
We got along like it was the first day.
Ah yes; her illness was a test, of course, but...
I think it brought us closer again.
I lost my sister, but I lost my partner too.
We made all business decisions together.
She was so dignified in the face of illness.
So much courage, an exceptional woman.
Helene was a very pious person, er...
very invested in parish life.
A saint; an exceptional person.
An excellent gardener, yes.
And, how do you say it... a friend of animals.
Yes, this woman was extremely...
to say, largely, generous!
I wish I had more time to know her, she was really...
-Exceptional? -Yes.
-Exceptional. -Yes.Exceptional, yes.
So everyone liked Hélène, if I understood correctly.
Something to tell me?
-What do we win? -Nothing.
Not the time to be a smartass.
The code to the liquor cabinet?
You interested?
-See, no one could stand her. -Especially granny.
Yes, I called her...
-What was it? -"Photo"?
Yes, like from a photo.
Because that's what she was. Chilly shadows.
She wanted to put her in guardianship
All because I said I wanted to buy an apartment
in Monaco for, for Rodrigue.
You have the feelings of a photo!
It's to help you. I'm not telling you, understand?
I'm a cool granny, I spend my money how I want.
An apartment in Monaco?
Wait, it's coming back to me now,
Helene had a violent argument with her sister the day before the murder.
I practice every morning on the terrace,
I'm going to be really cool.
But what's changed?
I heard voices and turned to the window.
They were arguing, I don't know why;
it was heated.
Yes, it's true we argued!
She wanted to restructure granny's trust,
she'd control separately, crushing her husband.
She wanted control.
I'm not interested at all, I always stayed away from the business.
It's how I wanted it too, me out of the company
and her in it with her brother-in-law.
There'd already been a business downturn. She was afraid of another.
Unbelievable! No no, it's impossible.
It happened to me twice_ no, I'm wrong, four.
And use of the company credit card.
We paid it all back immediately!
You go somewhere, all the cards look the same.
If you're really looking for a serious lead,
talk to Father Clement.
Shortly before Helene died I went to see her.
I saw him coming out, he was white as a sheet.
It's true, I'd just heard Helene's confession.
As if it were Sunday.
Unfortunately, I can't tell you what I'm told.
I must honor it.
We were in the library, when next door we heard shouting.
She said, "He's going to kill me, father"
He's going to kill me, father!
You didn't understand anything.
She said "She"' was going to kill.
She's going to kill me, father.
She said "He."
No, she said 'she.' 'He.'
She! He.She said-
Hey, you want the code or not?
'He' or 'she'?
-'He' or 'she'? -'He'!'She'!
Another '-elle'?
'Cyrielle'? -Yes, that's it!
'Cyrielle will kill me, Father.'
Cyrielle will kill me, Father!
Who's Cyrielle?
Greetings, everyone.
Greetings, papa.
I've been watching CCTV tapes for 4 hours, I can't take it anymore,
no one's come out of this fucking church. No one!
Maybe they're still in there.
Did you check when you were there?
Gilles, I looked in the guestbook, in the closets, everywhere.
Nothing! Not a bloody thing.
-Found anything? -Yeah.
It makes no sense, no one came out, front or back,
and there are no other exits in the building.
Looked at everything.
There must be an explanation.
Send me a summary of what you just said,
but keep looking. Get to it!
You think I know who killed my mother?
Yes.
You weren't at the funeral.
Were you angry with her?
You've probably been told I'm the villain of the family.
A daughter sees everything.
It's not like that, Cyrielle.
Cyrielle has been in rehab for 6 months,
it's been worth it, I'm very proud of her courage.
It doesn't matter.
She said she loved me but never visited me.
Please Cyrielle, not today.
When was the last time you spoke to her?
She called me the day before she died.
I let it go to voicemail. I didn't want to talk to her.
This is your mother.
I know you're mad at me, but I have to talk to you.
We don't have much time, I have something to tell you.
Call me soon, it's important.
I heard it after she died.
I never had the chance to talk to her.
-Did you want to come? -No.
And I never would have.
I'm sorry papa, I should have told you.
-You couldn't have known, dear. -No!
Hey?
It's all right.
You're ok.
I'm sorry
Psst! Psst!
Psst!
-He's not her father, Karadec! -He's not?
Her ear lobes! They're not like Pierre's lobes!
They're attached.
And the woman. Look, the same!
Attached lobe!
OK, the lobe is attached, so?
Attached lobes are a recessive genetic trait, like blue eyes!
Recessive.
You don't know 'recessive gene,' yeah.
To put it simply, a recessive gene is...
There's a young man with zero charisma, a big wimp,
who collapses as soon as there is another youngster a little stronger.
The only time he'll assert himself
is when present identically in both chromosomes of the pair.
Then, it's ♪ the old story ♪
Maybe you started a little... "What, no, what is it?"
Ok, then... a recessive gene is only expressed if it's been transmitted
by both parents identically, via
their "little seeds"; uh,
"little seeds," you what those are, Karadec? Or do I have to-
Yes! Morgane -You get my point. Ok.
That's why two parents with brown eyes
can have a blonde with blue eyes, but not vice versa.
It's the same with attached lobes. Two parents
with attached lobes like Pierre and Helene,
can't have a child with detached lobes.
Look at Cyrielle!
Cyrielle isn't Pierre's daughter.
Perfect!
That's what
she wanted to tell her daughter before she was killed.
Absolutely!
Yes, I knew.
Hélène and I tried to have a child for years, it didn't work.
So I ended up having some tests on my own.
I found out I was sterile.
I didn't know how to tell her.
I kept it to myself.
One day Hélène told me she was pregnant.
You never confronted her?
Why would I do that?
I dreamed for years of having a child.
No, I said nothing.
Then she was born, everything changed.
I immediately loved this child.
Your daughter never knew the truth?
-No. -Did your wife, as she neared death,
decide to tell her everything?
-Commander... -Did you start to think she would?
I didn't kill my wife.
I'm not perfect, but I loved her.
I'd say anything to spend a few more days with her.
And Cyrielle, did she know
you're not her biological father? -No.
-No? -No, she never found out.
She never wanted to know?
She never asked the question.
Ok; Let's recap:
The coffin arrives at 8:15 am,
and is kept in the sacristy for 45 minutes.
Then at 8:57 it's moved for the ceremony.
At 10:02 it leaves for the cemetery,
at the church in the oaks, burial to follow.
When noon arrives... no body.
No, seriously? Seriously?
€3000 for a lick of paint?
What do you take me for, an American?
- I don't believe it. No, he doesn't care about me.
Well, I left the husband at home, told him not to leave town.
I don't think they're involved.
We need to find Cyrielle's biological father; Ok?
That raises another question
who's the thief, and did he
go through the sewers? -That's not stupid. Yeah.
I'll call the town hall for the district.
That's what this is about.
Wait, you want me to read you in?
Yeah.
-Morgane? -Huh?
Are you going to help for a while?
With me,
when I get stuck,
there's a thing that works every time.
What is it? How?
-I think we've been had. -No kidding, Gilles.
Hey, we're not done yet!
Manual work is the best for for stimulating the neurons!
We stop studying at 10. Let's go!
We let her run us in all directions.
-This isn't brain exercise. -Here we go...
Morgane?
Ah, welcome! Come, come!
Got your message. News on the case?
No, false alarm.
No, but now you're here, you're lucky, because we need arms.
You'll join us? Huh? Come on!
-Where are we? -Chez Morgane.
It's mine, you're at my house!
Nice, huh?
But Morgane you don't actually have cops working for you?
Yes or no?
No! What are we doing?
-It's too much. -No!
No! No!!! Come on!
No, it was just for five minutes! It was_
It was hardly anything, seriously!
No, come on!
Please, I have the children coming tomorrow,
I need them to want to come back.
Please!
Come on.
Please. Huh?
Yeah, okay.
Yeah, it's good, it's good; classy.
Sinful.
Energizing! It's good.
Great-hey, no!
No, you're not going to leave now?
We're kinda tired, Morgane.
Ah... phew.
Gilles, a small beer?
You know what, if you're too tired to go home
I have an inflatable mattress, you can sleep here!
It'll remind me of good times,
when I squatted in your living room.
Good times.
It was for me.
Yeah,
you had me trained...
No, but it's that I don't want to be tired tomorrow,
it's for Kar-uh_
-até?
For karate.
-You take karate? -Yeah!
Hai-ya! Hai-ya!
Voila!
So we're going, if that's alright.
Hai-ya! Yeah.
GoodGood night. night, Commander!
Yeah. Good night.
Morgane, psst! Sign the card, please!
-Yes, yes! -Day, date, month!
See you tomorrow!
-See you tomorrow! Bye! -See you tomorrow!
See you tomorrow! So long!
See you tomorrow!
-Done! -Wow! Done!
It looks like a photo!
Oh, it's nothing.
-It's stable. -Stable, good.
I'll be going too.
-It's nice here. Yeah. -Yeah.
Contemporary.
What?
What? Huh?
You don't like it? Huh? You don't like it? Yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yes, I'm going to.
It's new, so what?
Morgane, you lived in your old house 15 years,
it's normal you'd have trouble seeing yourself here.
But now your home is here.
Yeah, I hope.
What are you questioning?
Watch me, I'll start now.
What're you doing?
Really? Oh ho!
Coming?
Okay... Coming?
Okay...
I didn't know you dance!
My mother taught me, I remember.
No one rocks like Cmdr. Karadec!
Oooooh...!
Your dancing's not bad!
Did you ever win a trophy?
Second Place.
My partner was nearly electrocuted
by a certain move.
Yeah, no longer sad, Morgane?
Yes!
This one will knock you into next week.
Huh?
Ah!
Oh boy.
Oof.
That was great!
Good night, Morgane.
Good night.
Enjoy your home.
-Hello, yes? Alright? -Yes, all good.
Listen, why don't you come over to sleep?
No, not tonight, sorry.
I have urgent matters to handle.
Do the urgent matters regard planning a birthday surprise?
Everything doesn't revolve around your birthday.
Ok, Ok, no surprises, alright? Ok.
I won't.
I have to go. -Ok, yeah.
See you tomorrow. -Good night.
MINUTES -Nov 5, 2005 -7am END OF CUSTODY
Dr. Facchin?
-Yes? -Cmdr. Roxane Ascher, IGPN.
Good evening.
Sorry to bother you so late, but I have a few questions for you.
Come on, what're you reading?
Is he taking a summer break, or what?
Oh, here's the card.
What'd they write?
Protect and Serve, Believe and Question, Together.
Happy Birthday, Dear Adam.
Yes, boss!
What's Sherlock without Watson, Chandler without Joey,
Chapuis without his hat?
"Partners forever!"
A Very Happy Birthday, Commander!
Happy Birthday, Commander.
A year has passed: another step closer to death,
but it's a big step more in our hearts.
Ok, the girl is crazy.
Adam, Getting older is never fun,
but with you, every day that passes is worth it.
Wishing you a very Happy Birthday;
deeply, mister.
Ok then, my turn. Uh...
Blah blah, mirror yourself, it's all the same...
So, uh...
'Adam,' uh...
'You're really nice!'
What'll I call him...
'Karadec, you're a Supercop!'
What's goin' on?
'It's so rotten!'
No, you're raving.
'Adam, I love you.'
No, it's a joke!
'Adam, you're a beautiful person.
You are...'
'You are...'
'You are...?'
'You are'?
'You are.'
Yes, that's it! 'Cyrielle will kill me, father.'
OK, uh uh uh, 'Cyrielle'...
...'is going to'...
Kill Me
...'Father.' 'Kill me,' OK.
You Are
'Cyrielle... going... m-'
No. Clear that. Ok...
Cyrielle, You Are My Father
'My'... 'Her'...
'Cyrielle,'
'you are Her father'!
Cyrielle. Cyrielle!
You are her father!
"Yes!"
Hello, my child.
Hello. How are you?
Very well, thanks.
Would you like to confess?
Yes, that.Would you like Totally to confess?
I'm listening, my child. May the sinner behold
the light of God's infinite love.
So yeah, no, first, for starters it might be necessary to do a little update,
because it's been a while since I've set foot in a church.
So a little reset wouldn't be too much.
In particular, regarding adultery,
We agree that it's always something to avoid.
Leviticus 18:20. "You shall not have intercourse with
your neighbor's wife to defile yourself with her"
Christ is explicit;
"If you covetYes! the man,
you must restrain yourself,
repress the desire that is in you"
But what if we combine adultery, celibacy of priests,
and an illegitimate child,
we've really scaled up, we're in the First Division now, am I wrong?
Pardon?
But you still got some ass, because when you got her pregnant
Helene Lecoq didn't abort.
If I remember correctly, it's the drop of water
that makes the vase overflow, right?
I understand,
Who are you? I understand,
Who are you? Cyrielle tells everyone
she is your daughter, that you knew, but
it'll be costly for others.
All of a sudden you kill her,
and to cover yourself
you stash the body.
Am I right?
Wait, I haven't confessed!
-Get out of my church, you psycho! Get out!
That was a heavy drop of water.
The Father's the father.
-What? -The biological father,
of Cyrielle Lecoq? The Father.
The priest-Father, he's the father.
And I found the proof; Bam!
-What is that? -The big lily!
Yeah?
Just take a DNA sample, do a paternity test,
it'll answer your question!
Does 'criminal procedure' mean anything to you?
The police isn't the DNA Test Iveco.
You can't take sacred objects from a church, it's not okay!
Excuse me for trying to speed up the process!
What do I sample for the DNA test?
Father Clement, the painting, Helene?
Okay? He spent the night of the murder
at the bedside of one of his parishoners.
And we have four witnesses!
Seriously? -Yes, seriously.
-Commander? -Yes?
I have something. I recovered a list of phones
that pinged near Helene LeCoq's home the night she died.
Her daughter's number is on the list.
Before, she said she spent the night of the murder at the rehab center.
Huh.
You lied, Cyrielle.
The night your mother died, you listened to the message.
Did you go see her?
It's true, I left the clinic to talk to her.
It's a healthy behavior I'm starting to believe is useful.
I told myself it would be good, I would calm down.
Were you off drugs?
I guess I took 5 minutes and did some coke
I got in Herault...
Cyrielle, your phone puts you near your
mother's home between midnight and 3 am,
probably buying drugs, and ended up at her house.
Am I wrong? -I don't know what happened.
The slightest touch turns me.
Upper room in a black tower.
-Did you black out at your mother's? -Yes.
I want to remember what happened, but I can't!
It's me who killed her, right?
Is it me? Should I confess?
Cyrielle was in the bedroom the night of the murder.
It's no help, she remembers nothing.
I find myself thinking she's the killer.
Okay, but if Cyrielle wasn't here yesterday,
who stole the body?
She wasn't even at the funeral.
I've got it! There's nothing until morning, then it starts.
It's so crazy, it's brilliant!
We don't see the body leave the church.
Because there is no body.
Here's the guests at the funeral after Helene Lecoq's.
There's the coffin, there they are talking.
We catch something
See?!
One woman too many
It's Helene Lecoq!
Incredibly, alive and well.
She exits just like that, completely casual, no one's the wiser.
Commissioner?
That's me,
-When I arrived at the church. -That's you?
-Yeah. -Oh yeah, it's you.
I've had it up to here, fuck!
This shitty case! It's shit!
We're finding shit! No!
We'll find it.
It's impossible for a 55 kilo body to vanish like that,
-it's not possible! -No.
55 kilos?
Karadec?
Get your tools. Let's go.
She's going to find it.
I hate it when she does that.
Me too.
Where is she...
Jeez, the whole family's dead.
No, no, no...
Morgane, what are we doing?
We're scanning...
Fuck, I see it! I see it!
Karadec, we're in time, there's no headstone yet.
Uh, you! Uh, police. He's the police.
We need to see this body.
She's joking.
It's not okay without a directive.
We're not exhuming the body, 'kay, Morgane?
Karadec, it's not the body, 'kay?
I'll explain. In the church,
the day Helene Lecoq's body vanished
Yes.There was another funeral
just afterward. A service for
'Guy Arthaud,'
who died a beautiful death
at 98 years old.
When watching the videos,
the undertaker desposited the coffin an hour before,
-at 8:42 am. -Yeah...
20 minutes before the ceremony of our victim.
Ok, so they stored two coffins in the sacristy at the same time?
The hearse, Karadec!
The hearse, not the videos!
When the undertakers come,
they deposit the coffin of Guy Arthaud in the church.
The guy on the passenger side
opens his door with no difficulty.
But, when he leaves with the coffin,
to take it to the cemetery,
the guy gets in the car, and has trouble closing the door.
Because?
Because of Because?
Because of -Yes! the casket.
A heavier casket!
And it's heavier by exactly, 55 kilos.
Okay... the theft of Helene's body...
wasn't after it left the church...
Because Helene Lecoq
...is right there! Understand?
Well, here it is!
There you go.
Cheers!
Our new home!
Yeah! Cool!
OK, so what's wrong? You don't like it?
Yes. It's a disaster area.
Ok, you have to visualize things for yourself, and envisage your futures too.
This is all cosmetic, it's shit.
Oh. Yeah, well...
Yes, well I don't have time either, but hey_
that's one, there aren't that many.
It's an American cockroach, it's super-rare!
It's amazing, it can detect a dance with its antennae.
Hey you know, I found some upstairs
bigger than that! -Nice!
-A giant-sized thing. -Oh yeah?
-Hey: crazy news? -Oh?
The neighbor's network isn't protected.
We've got wi-fi that's totally illin'!
Yes! Nice!
-Yeah? -Morgane?
Yeah? -You were right, Helene Lecoq's body
was found in Arthaud's coffin. -Well, there you go.
I'm forwarding the autopsy
results, death bystrangulation.
Thea! Your sister is eating something there!
Oh fuck, the baby's enjoying the new house.
Yeah; so, what else?
Look at Page 3.
What does 'nullipar' mean?
What's going on, Morgane?
Haven't you seen a documentary on the subject?
Go for it, Mini-Me, what does it mean?
That means she never had a child.
Seriously? Wait, what're you saying?
Helene isn't Cyrielle's mother?
She is not.
Karadec, I know what happened!
How do you know what happened?
I'm late for my family. Life happens!
Who is this man?
What's going on?
I'll speak to the Prefect!
No, I'm not entertaining your stories, not me.
Please! Please!!!
Hear ye, hear ye, ladies and gentlemen suspects!
Cyrielle, come!
You'll be there.
Right, hold on there.
Tiny Facebook!
Right. What I'm offering you,
because I have a move in less than an hour,
would be that the murderer incriminates himself.
It will be enough "fair play."
And anyway, it's done. Come on, let's go.
Come on, save everyone some time, you're on.
No? Okay.
Fine, go for the long version.
I don't like it, but hey-so!
You all know Cyrielle was taken into custody yesterday, huh?
Other major news; We know that she, Helene,
had that evening planned to deliver
a mysterious secret!
The simplest explanation is that Helene
was to confess to Cyrielle that she was not her father's daughter,
and that in a burst of rage Cyrielle strangled her.
Anyway, that doesn't work,
because Cyrielle was the only one among you
not to have attended the funeral
if it was her, where's the body, huh?
Why am I asking you?
None of you were left alone in the church with Helene's body.
But that's okay.
The coffin was left unattended for 4 minutes
in the presence of two of you.
But wait! Easy now!
Yes, what?
No, no no no no, no no no,
don't leave it at the front entrance, no!
Well they'll manage, it's their job. I swear, it'll fit.
Hey sweetie, you're 10-years-old, you can manage this move, Ok?
I'll be quick. Bye, poopy.
Phew! Okay... oh fuck. Where was I?
-The two people with the body. -Yes!
Two of you teamed up to protect Cyrielle.
And those persons are none other than:
The two dads!
That's you, Pierre, obviously;
and you, Father.
Well yes, he's Cyrielle's biological father.
Right then! Pierre --stop me if I'm wrong, but
The night of the murder,
when you discovered your strangled wife,
Cyrielle was at the bedside, totally drugged out.
You conclude that Cyrielle killed her mother.
Understandably, you want to pretend it was a natural death.
However, Cyrielle did not kill her mother.
Right.
Because Helene was already dead when Cyrielle entered the bedroom.
She was too shocked to realize it.
At the same time, it's not your fault,
you couldn't have known with just half the story.
Because, can you imagine, finding out
during the autopsy that she had never had a child?
No! Never!
Never!
Not only is Cyrielle not her father's daughter,
but she's also not her mother's daughter!
Ha ha, wow! Whoa!
There you go, it's so Brazilian, huh?
Well, that means that there was another person in her entourage
who had every interest in keeping
the big secret of the season.
And that person is...
Oh, no!
Okay! Okay okay okay!
So, according to my calculations, Cyrielle was conceived in August 1995.
Oh... At that time,
Father, you were on a humanitarian mission in Mali.
Look! There you are!
So obviously Hélène is present, but she did not come alone.
She is accompanied by another young woman!
The real mother of Cyrielle
Ta-da!
Right! Anne-Marie!
Who at the time was her 19-year-old little sister.
Say something!
Is it true?
Helene begged me to keep the baby, but...
I didn't want this child.
My sister insisted.
Cyrielle is your daughter?
She's not my daughter, she's Helene's!
She asked me to swear
say nothing and keep it a secret forever.
I said yes.
I thought I'd die when she decided to tell you.
I begged her to remain silent.
She offered me money, so that she could...
clear her conscience.
I refused.
Why should I deny it?
It would change nothing.
Extra charge?
Since when has your job been to leave furniture
at the bottom of hard stairs?
No, no I don't agree.
What do I have? I wanted to see this with my son, goodbye.
This is some giant move! It's simply;
it's as if I were telling you_ well, no, I don't do extra charges.
The children's visit went well?
Yes. Yes, it was good, thanks.
I wanted to say thank you, because...
for the painting and everything, it was great.
-You're welcome. -It made me...
the painting and everything, it was great.
With pleasure, it was nothing.
With pleasure,Thanks. it was nothing.
I've finished up.
Really? Yeah.
I'll go see Roxane right now, perfect.
Well, see you soon at my house.
Ok, see you at karaoke.
What am I talking about, there's no karaoke.
No, see you tomorrow like usual.
Right, Morgane?
At the office. Yeah, in the morning!
-Karaoke? -What? Nonsense!
Yes!
♫
♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪
Really, thank you. Really!
You're not going to sing, Morgane?
I don't know, I haven't had time to look at the catalog.
But it's my birthday!
Friends, I now want to call to the stage,
the big trenchcoat,
the very commanding,
Kar-a-dec!
Adam! Adam! Adam!
Adam! Adam!
"Hey Roxane: ready, girl?"
"Oh my god!"
♪ Give me your heart, baby-♪
♪ your body, baby ♪
♪ Give me your good old funk ♪
♪ Your rock, baby-your soul, baby ♪
♪ Sing with me, I want ♪
♪ a woman "like you" ♪
♪ To take me around the world ♪
♪ a woman "like you" ♪
♪ Heyyyyy-yyyyy ♪
♪ Give me your heart, baby- your body, baby ♪
♪ Give me your good old funk ♪
♪ Your rock, baby-your soul, baby ♪
♪ Sing with me, I want ♪
♪ a man "like you" ♪
♪ To take me around the world ♪
♪A man♪A woman "like you"♪"like you" ♪
♪ Heyyyy-yyyyy ♪
♪ When you're singing I forget, ♪
♪ I have no more problems, ♪
♪ The evil I have flees ♪
♪ You're giving sound to my life ♪
♪ Then I don't know what happens ♪
♪ You've got this look on your face ♪
♪ you've got this look on your face ♪
♪ that brings me back to the bar night when we went... ♪
-That one. -Please.
-That one's mine. -Good night, Morgane!
Good night. -'Night Morgane!
♪ ♪
I didn't know you love R&B.
"A man, like me'!
Thanks for this evening.
It was no big deal.
We all got to know each
other, planning this.
Oh yeah? I heard all the near-fights this week.
Uh... well no...
I have to talk about something.
What is it?
How do I explain?
I know about Morgane; there!
Yes. I saw a little bit of paranoia when she came to your house
I know it's completely stupid, but that's not the important thing.
I came across something weird about her ex, Romain.
What do you have?
The autopsy was the subject of an IGPN investigation in 2017.
Listen Roxane, what are you insinuating?
Romain's death may not have been accidental.
♪
Roxane?
Roxane? Answer me!
Cmdr. Karadec, Judicial Police,
I have an emergency, gunshot wound.
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