Damn, she's coming.
Red alert! Red alert! Come on!
Oh!
-Uh!
Go, go, go, go, go!
Here!
But... Chloe! Chloe! Here!
But... Chloe! Chloe! Little Chloe-
-I almost forgot you. Hup, there.
Hey!
Mrs Fontaine!
-Oh, Morgane, you're here? -Uh, well...
Yes! At work!
Wooo! It makes you warm, huh?
-What are you doing?
-There's grease on the books. I'm degreasing.
-It's you?
-Uh, yes, it's me. It's Morgane.
-It's you messing with everything?
The books there, all moved around?
-Hold on, do you really think I give a damn
-about rearranging your bookcase? -The carpet, did you move it?
-Whoooa, hold it right there, baby.
-I didn't move anything! -You're lying.
So who's doing it?
-Pardon? Me, I'm lying? Maybe you stop drinking for a bit, huh?
-Pardon? -Yeah, you heard me, Sue Ellen,
so don't be like that, Ok? If there's a big liar,
don't look for them over here, Ok?
-What are you insinuating? -I'm not insinuating anything. No?
The bottles that disappear every Thursday,
when your husband goes to squash?
Oddly, I never find them in the glass bin.
Want to discuss that?
No?
You put them in the neighbor's trash.
Ha-ha! Clever!
Can't hide anything from the cleaning lady.
-Get out! Crazy lady.
-Hey, you can't fire me. I quit, Ok?
-Nutjob!
-Oh yeah? You wanna play this?
Drunk!
-Useless!
-Lush!
-Fuckwit.
-Boozehound.
-Douchebag!
-Sack of wine!
-Pond scum. -Always 'thirsty.'
Through-hole!
-Guzzler!
That's right!
Hey! Hey, my check!
I want my check!
Don't think you can insult me, and rip me off.
Come on, I want my money!
Don't leave.
Pardon. I was obnoxious, I know. I...
I thought it was you.
-Me who what?
The person who's harassing me.
At first, I thought it was in my head.
And it started again.
It started again day, night.
-Yeah, I wanna make an effort, but you need to tell me a little more.
-Objects around the house move
when I'm not here.
Even when I'm asleep.
You don't believe me.
-Yes! Yes, yes!
-The police didn't believe me.
It started with the carpet.
You see how these are arranged?
They were on the other side. We turned it.
I said to myself that I must have been confused,
but there are also cushions on the couch that moved.
And now, it's the library.
-Yeah, well I admit that the carpet is weird.
For the rest, it can be anyone.
I don't know--your husband?
Give me the bottle. Come on.
-Look here.
It was last Tuesday.
They scribbled on my face,
on all the photos.
These doll heads,
I find one outside my door every time my husband goes on the road.
It's been going on for weeks,
I don't sleep anymore, I-
I have the impression
somebody is always watching.
-Right-uh...
Call the cops--after all, it's their job.
And you send me my check.
You're not the only one with problems.
-So? -Fabrice Tessier, dental surgeon,
48 years old, 3 bullets in the chest when he arrived at his office.
-Sorry. Commander, Guichard may I present Ahems
Brigadier Guichard, our new recruit.
-Hello Commander, it's an honor.
-Uh...
Eh yes.
Welcome to the teamh
Welcome to the team.
-There are scene-of-crime rules
to respect, so take time to familiarize yourself.
-Gloves and slippers at all times.
No food, no children, or animals near the body,
and-uh... a ban on sleeping at
the home of the victim for the duration of the investigation.
I read your internal memo, you can count on me.
-Good, very good.
Gilles, what caliber?
9mm, quite ordinary-
-Wait. -9mm, quite ordinary-
I'll write it down, so we don't forget anything that's said.
Just for clarification: Should I write 'murder'?
-Three bullets is not suicide.
-What's that in the mouth?
-What is it?
Who wants pasta?
You're home super early, mom.
-Did you get fired? -Oh, already?
No, I didn't get fired, I resigned, Ok?
Of my own free will!
She was a crazy woman, so much the better.
We're broke--seriously?
-You have to pay for the gas! -Yes! Right, listen--Henri's mother
had to have saved 10 tons of newspapers,
so I think we'll get by.
-And the electricity? How do we get it turned back on?
-Yes, but imagine the days getting longer,
so we don't need lights, huh?
As for the laptops--see, I was thinking,
because I don't know if you remember, but we had mentioned a little network detox,
and you know what? It starts today! There!
-Ok. The shower is leaking.
The toilet doesn't work anymore.
The stairs are falling apart.
We need money!
-I know, okay? Believe me.
I know.
Right, I contacted the cleaning company
and they really don't want to take you back.
-What? No wait, for once it's not my fault!
We're talking about a chick who harassed me--mentally, psychologically!
And maybe even sexually. That's not right, is it?
-Yes, but Ms. Alvaro, you're at the end of your benefits.
-You really need to try to keep working. -Oh yes? You don't say.
-We may have to widen our search, to not just housekeeping.
-Huh? -Do you have other...
skills not listed in your file?
-Major! I have plenty of skills,
I can do all kinds of stuff!
Skating backwards!
Yeah, Ok, Ok, that's useless.
On a CV it has to be classier. Ok, put 'skates in reverse.'
Um...
I did a little pole dance training.
Ok, honestly, I can lick myself.
And, uh...
I am the champion of bubble gum bubbles, watch-
-Mrs. Alvaro...
-Okay!?
Fine. If that's a No, I'm HPI.
-HPI, that's good. In practical terms, what does that involve?
-I think very quickly, I make associations between ideas,
I retain everything.
-But more specifically,
does it give you skills--IT, managerial
-or business? -The truth?
No.
-Good...
Well... And this work
for the police: 'Consultant'?
You stayed there
a little over a year and then: A mess.
Abandonment of position.
-Why? Didn't you like it? -Yes.
A lot.
-So why did you leave?
-A rotten salary.
What happened?
I told Kristin nothing,
it was simpler.
What a little baby, huh?
Well, thank you.
Thank you for everything. Thanks for being there and...
I don't have the children. You want to come in?
-Apologies, Morgane. I don't know what got into me.
Can we forget what happened?
It didn't mean anything.
Are you sure? Your 'tongue' was sending me a message, huh? Same word as 'languague'
No.
-I have to get to the hospital, Roxane is waiting for me.
-Yes, of course. Of course.
-See you tomorrow at the PJ. -Yes!
That's it.
-Good bye. -Yes. See you tomorrow.
Hello, Morgane, it's Gilles.
Hello, Morgane. It's Gilles.
Hope you are well- -Yeah, Morgane, it's Daphne.
Uh, I was wondering where you were, because we have work to do!
Hello Morgane, this is Commissioner Hazan. I was calling for news-
-Yes, Morgane, hello, it's Karadec,
I'm calling for news. Tell me how you are.
-Hi, it's Gilles again-
-Yes, it's Celine. I guess it's not easy-
It's dead here, you know-
-Give me some news. -We miss you a lot.
If you need me, I'm here. Don't hesitate. I'm worried.
I think it'd be really good if we talked.
You have a new message.
-Ms. Alvaro, it's your banker again.
Could you call me back?
-Your psychopath--how much will you pay me to find him?
Mmh...
On the other hand, regarding your kids, you can forget about me.
Illness, hostage-taking--no judgements, but
-I don't care. -I have no children,
-therefore... -No, but it's none of my concern.
I'm not a babysitter, Ok? No exceptions. No exception.
So Brig. Guichard, the first day is going well?
You're being welcomed?
-Very well, thank you.
-Mmh...
-You told Daphne and Gilles about the psych-crime internship you did in Toulouse?
That's interesting, and can be
-good for business, right? -Uh... that? Well...
It was a one month internship.
Our trainer had taught at Quantico- -That's great, but
do you know about Jesuit architecture?
-Not too much. Why?
-Nothing. And solar storms,
or static electricity,
do you have any grounding?
-Ahem-Brigadier, would you mind going to reception
if anything has arrived?
Ow.
Ow!
-Will you explain to me what's going on?
I negotiated for months
to obtain this recruitment.
-You don't like him? -Yes, he-he's...
-He's nice. Nice. -Yeah, nice.
-Your clearance rate is falling. You need help.
I know you miss Morgane. We haven't heard from her for 6 months.
Now you have to turn the page. She did.
-A second victim.
A dentist was shot in Roubaix at noon.
Please call the local team, say we're coming.
-Come on!
-Roger. Ariel to the entire squad. From little mermaid
Launch of Operation Doll Baby in 30 seconds. "Do you copy"?
-We're arriving at the nanny spot.
Sébastien and Polochon, are you in place for the observation phase? IBID.
-Those are rotten code names.
-Hey, I'm giving the orders, all right?
-Go and give these out.
Give it to your friends.
-Prince Eric for Ariel. All well with you? IBID.
-Dog-sitting's really hard. It's a lot of trouble for €5.
"Wait," no, wait.
Don't forget about watching the behavior of all the dog owners, all right?
Yes, maybe it's here.
Ursula for Ariel. Surveillance started, is going as planned.
Hey, we said I'm 'King Triton, ' not 'Ursula.'
-Interested in dog-sitting? -We don't have a dog.
Want to buy one?
Let's have a good mission. Don't forget,
every detail counts, okay?
Slow down, Monique!
-I'm barely doing 10kmh! -Whoa! Watch your driving.
-Stop!
-Right. Don't worry, I understand what's happening.
Well, uh, where do I start?
Let's see... Yes, the cushions! You're right, they're moving--
Anyway, it's still quite funny. It seems that every Tuesday
right when you leave for your yoga class,
your gardener is working, and suddenly wants some mints for fresh breath.
At that moment, the nanny for your neighbors on the left
left their brats with the nanny for the neighbors on the right,
and she slips away.
And do you know why? Shall I draw you a picture?
Yes?
-Oh!
They kissed on your sofa.
Right, to be totally honest--they're 20 years old and their hormones are on fire--
They weren't just kissing!
Cushions were flying!
Well, they had a fright: They knocked over
your glass of wine on the carpet, there.
Two:
They turned the carpet around to hide the stain under the couch.
-Ingenious, right? -Ah, Ok. Mmh-
But about the library--
Why did they disturb my books?
-Ah! No, that's not them. That's you.
-Me? -Yes.
The antidepressants you're hiding so your husband doesn't know you take them,
I imagine that you haven't read the warnings all the way to the end.
No, nobody does. But if you had, you'd know among the side effects
there is, in particular, sleepwalking!
Especially if we drink in the evening.
Sleepwalking Especially if we drink in the evening.
You put on a special cream for dry skin before going to sleep.
No need to guess what you're doing when you get up.
Understand?
And the best for last: The dolls.
Did you know that Potato has psychopathic tendencies?
-'Potato'?
Potato -'Potato'?
-The dog that belongs to old Babette at the end of the street!
My Source #1 discovered that the mutt is completely crazy, okay?
He eats everything he finds: Chair legs, cushions, food, shoes.
But especially: Dolls.
All right?
The old woman wants to be seen well by the neighborhood,
she keeps him locked up in her house, except, --according to my Source #2--
On Wednesday afternoons when she picks up her grandson for tea,
she kicks him out so he'll be quiet.
So Patate has free rein to go decapitate
his little neighbours' dolls.
And as Wednesday is the day you throw away the leftovers from Sunday's roast chicken,
what does he do? He takes the carcass,
and as a little present gives you a doll's head!
-Ah, so no one is harassing me?
-No one. -Are you sure?
-Yes. -Wait,
the scribbles on the album. What's the explanation for that?
-Yeah, no, uh-
No, this is way too complicated.
Frankly, you can trust me, it's not the work of a psychopath.
So, for my €3,000, what suits you: Cash, a bank transfer, a check?
I would prefer cash. What do you feel like?
How did I do?
Thank you, thank you for everything. You're really impressive.
-Yes I know. -Bye!
-Hey, you! Don't move!
Hey!
Ho! I see you there!
Yes, yes, I see you! Halt!
Yes! You there! Stop! "Stop"!
Stop!
Ah!
Stop! Stop!
Stop, I'm telling you!
Move!
Shit!
-We have a suspect. 1.80m, white, forties.
Witnesses saw him leave the office just after the murder.
-Ok. Have you found someone who matches
the photofit by the patients of the two victims?
-No, not yet. We're digging.
Gilles, were there fingerprints on the intercom?
-They don't match anything. -Ah, nothing.
-Yes?
-Brig. Guichard? -Sorry, it may have nothing to do with it.
It bothers me.
We did it three times, the photofit doesn't make sense.
About the case: An idea, an intuition?
-No.
Well...
maybe it's silly, but...
We ran the fingerprints on the European database,
except it is updated on Fridays.
Our murders started on Monday.
Maybe it would be worth asking other countries
if they have prints that haven't yet been uploaded.
-Pardon, it's silly. -It's not stupid.
-It costs nothing to try.
-It's great, yes!
Gilles, will you do it?
-Yes totally. -Well done, Brigadier.
-Good work. -It's great, we're moving forward.
-That's great.
-We're moving forward.
Hold on, do you really think I give a damn about
rearranging your bookcase?
The carpet, did you move it?
Whooa, hold it right there, baby.
-I didn't move anything. -You're lying. So who did it?
Pardon? Me, I'm lying? Maybe you stop drinking for a bit, huh?
Who're you?
-Hold on, hold on! I came to stock the minibar!
-There're no more peanuts! -What are you doing here?
-Would you prefer chips? Ah!
And the last samples, will we have them first thing tomorrow?
Okay, thank you for your cooperation. Good evening.
-Will it bother you if I clean?
-No, not at all, please.
Bye, good evening.
-Bye.
-Well, it's true, someone-someone... -What's going on?
-Excuse me, your lady's not here? -No, Emilie is out.
-Do you mind if I wait for her, because I actually have something super urgent-
-Mrs Alvaro, I know that my wife fired you.
She was in a tizzy when she told me. Please.
But it's not about that!
No, I have to see her!
Hello, this is Emilie Fontaine,
leave me a message, I'll call you back. Thanks.
Lille stank of vice and moldy fries that night.
My client's €3,000 slept in my trunk, but no way I would sleep a wink.
Something was wrong.
The husband was suspicious, I was lucky
I didn't get my hand chopped off.
Despite the alcohol fumes and tobacco,
the questions rushed through my head.
What the hell are you doing?
-It's 2 am. -I-I have insomnia.
It's not serious, go to bed.
Go to bed! Go on! Leave me alone.
I can be in two places at once.
Who was that bastard who was watching Emilie in secret?
Did I underestimate the danger hanging over my client?
In the sticky night, I knew only one certainty:
I had to solve this case alone.
Oh-uh, 'independently.'
Why are you talking like that?
No, I-it helps me think.
I play "ping pong," an American method.
-And you smoke? -Uh, no! No-
-And you have a yucky raincoat. -S I found it
-in Henri's mother's stuff. -Mm-hmm.
-It's raining in here, you noticed?
It's a raincoat.
It's justified.
Okay, I have a bad feeling.
I don't like her husband.
When I went back there she was there, I'm certain!
He may have hired the muscle.
-Don't do this alone, mom. Call the cops, it's dangerous.
- Yes, Ok.
I'm sending you his photo.
Send it to Radio France PR for broadcast, alright?
-You were right. The fingerprints showed up with the Belgians.
They belong to an Eric Dupas.
His wife cheated on him with his dentist.
I have to let you go, I have another call.
-So... well done.
Hello, who is it?
Hello, hello? I want to report someone missing.
-I can barely hear you. Who's speaking?
-Uh...
My name is of no importance,
You need to find Emilie Fontaine, living at 35 Rue des Acacias, in Bondus.
35 Rue des Acacias
-in Bondus. -Who is it?
-I dunno, a guy with a weird voice, anonymous.
-Is the person a minor? -No.
Her husband will say she is out. Her scarf is by the front door,
she never leaves without it.
'Front door'... 'never leaves without it.'
-Gilles, they're fucking with you. -But-no-
-Hello? Yeah, so the penalty for making a slanderous complaint
is 6 years in prison and a €45,000 fine. So go count
the coins in your piggy bank before calling back, okay?
-Gilles, honestly. -What do you mean, 'Gilles, honestly'?
You're naive.
-Count the coins in my piggy bank? What's her damage?
-You should've given them your name, no?
Yes!
-Change of program!
I've had it up to here. When are we going back?
It's clear.
That's being on vacation.
It's fine with me, aren't we going to Ludo for 3 weeks?
-Seriously? 'Hello, family solidarity!'
You want electricity? You have to get your hands dirty!
We're hot!
He's coming out!
-And he's going...
And he's going...
And...
he's going...
To the florist, seriously?
Hold on--he kidnaps his wife and goes to the florist?
-Weird, right? -Mmh...
Oh fuck, red roses!
They're for a woman.
Ok, so that means he's banging another girl, so he has-
He has?
-A mistress?
-A motive, damn it! A motive! Huh?!
-We're making progress, huh? -He's leaving.
Hold on tight-
we're going to tail him.
-He's there.
-Lt. Vandraud here. Listen carefully.
This guy is a repeat offender.
He bumped off his first wife, and
if you do nothing he'll whack the second.
-Stop calling me, or you'll have problems.
-This guy is Bluebeard, okay? If you don't help me,
you will regret it. Tell me about his first wife:
Andréa Fontaine, who passed away in 2019.
It's a question of life or death!
-Okay, a quick look,
even though I don't have to. 'Andrea Fontaine, '
you said. Ok.
Uh... October 4, 2019.
According to the record at the time-MUMBLES
'Cause of death: We agree on suicide.'
That's it, it was suicide.
-Suicide?
-She jumped off a bridge. Her husband has a great alibi.
He said he was in Cape Town when she died.
-In Cape Town? -Yes, in Cape Town.
It's a closed case. It's impossible that he killed her.
So what I'm gonna do now is hang up and you don't call me anymore.
-There--we're done. -No no no! Wait, wait. Wait.
Uh...
What about you?
Life, all that?
How are you?
-Well...
I'm doing well. Yes, I'm fine. Uh...
-Hmm.
That wasn't much of a 'yes.' -Not much of a 'yes, ' no.
-Are you depressed?
-No that's not it! It's that...
I've got a stiff neck this week, and then I called
my osteopath, he's on vacation,
-I didn't have an appointment. -Shit!
Have you... tried adding cabbage? Sometimes that works well.
-I tried but it didn't work.
I am a bit stressed.
We're on a big case. The office-
-Yeah? What kind of case? -I-
-The killer has attacked an office!
Hostages are being held in the waiting room.
-I have to go, bye! -No, no!
Wait! Wait...
So--our presumed victim.
No sign of life since yesterday evening.
Ok, what do we know?
We know that for some time,
she was being watched by a sinister-type guy
in his 40s--muscley, unidentified.
But above all--above all, what do we know?
We know that she is married to the very weird Maxime Fontaine,
architect by trade, and previously married to a certain:
Andrea!
Who allegedly committed suicide in 2019.
Ok, knowing all this, what do we do?
Um, we order food?
This is taking too long, I need barbecue.
-No, seriously! -Stop, stop!
-We dig into the first victim,
that's what we do--we dig!
Go, dig me up everything there is to know about this bitch!
Eliott, what do you have for me?
There's 5 Andrea Fontaines on Copains d'Avant. Like 'Classmates'
-Ok! -I wrote to find out if they're dead-
-Ok! -but no responses.
-All right. So mixed results-- But there's initiative!
I encourage that, I like it, I say bravo!
-So, Thea, what's wrong with you? -Uh...
-Are you kidding me?
-You're on TikTok! -Ahh!
-You want this endeavor to work? You have to put a little into it!
You're pissing us off!
There's nothing on her on the internet, not on Facebook, not on Instagram.
Your business plan is rotten. If she's dead,
how will she pay us?
-Seriously?
Oh fuck! Hey, you got it all wrong, Gen Z!
It's not on the internet, it's in the attic!
The local press is a gold mine, and--stroke of luck--
Henri's mother didn't throw out anything after 1950.
Ah, here it is, 2019. I have it.
So wait, August...
September...
October!
Ok, hold on, Miscellaneous.
-Ok. -Ah, "Andrea Fontaine"!
-"The Unexplained Suicide of A Well-respected Actress."
-"Andrea Fontaine ended her life without explanation
and leaves her husband and young students in pain."
"Her husband, on a business trip at the time,
was notified of her death by police and took the first plane home."
Your suspect has an alibi.
Either you're making up a story or he's too smart for us.
-Where is he too smart for us? Give me 5 minutes,
-we're still studying the thing. -Mom!
-So-You wanna do this, don't do it for free,
go back to the cops, right?
I've got it!
He wasn't in Cape Town. Look at the photo in the newspaper, there,
In the background: The crossword puzzle.
It's not symmetrical!
Right: Three-fourths of crossword puzzle grids are symmetrical,
180° of radial symmetry.
If you hold your newspaper upside down, your grid looks the same.
Ok? Good.
Symmetrical grids are a convention established
in 1924 by crossword puzzle enthusiasts.
Why?
Nobody remembers.
This is a rule respected by all: Americans, Japanese,
the Indians,
South Africans. All right? Except?
Spot on: The French and the Italians!
Uh, well, yeah, we can't do it like everyone else.
In short, this grid is not symmetrical.
This paper is not from South Africa.
Therefore he wasn't in Cape Town. She didn't kill herself. He killed her!
-Wait. The plane left from Paris, right? He could've got the newspaper there.
-Ok, a very good objection. I'm interested!
So what do we do, Eliott?
-Uh... -We check. You find me
the lunar calendar from October 2019, please.
-To do what? -You'll see.
-Check.
Ok. Let's see...
October 4, 2019, 1st crescent moon. Ok.
And there, in the photo, what do I see?
1st crescent moon!
-It's the same. -Yes, right,
but he said he was in the southern hemisphere.
This is the lunar calendar for the northern hemisphere.
Ok, I'll explain it to you.
Lasershow!
So--you see above the Little Dipper, the "W"?
It's Cassiopeia.
The star shining more than the others is not a star. It's Jupiter.
-And that means?
-It means people in the southern hemisphere
don't see the same constellations as us.
Since they're upside down, they see the moon
upside down.
So if this photo was actually taken in Cape Town
which is in South Africa, the crescent moon should be...
-Reversed!
-Exactly!
Conclusion:
Our suspect's solid alibi is finished,
he killed his first wife
and passed her death of as a suicide.
HA! That's great.
Oh yeah! Great! Not for the girl,
but it's great we figured it out, yeah?
He lied to you. He was not in Cape Town
-when his first wife died. -You? I can't talk to you!
-I need this line open! -No no no!
You have to go now, because he's gonna whack the 2nd wife,
if he hasn't already.
Listen, you crow, I can't do anything!
We're working here, Ok?
Is that clear?
Hello?
Come and get me!
Ok. It's hot here, Gilles.
We going? You ready? Ok.
Go! Go, go, go, go!
-Six hostages safe and sound. The shooter only shot Gilles.
-Does hostage-taking happen often? -Yes. It rarely ends so well.
-In this job, you have to know how to sacrifice yourself.
Welcome to the team.
-Good. -Come on.
-Dupas is taken into custody for murder, and we received
congratulations from the Central Director.
-Good job guys! -Good result.
-Know what? You finish your reports,
and we're all going to celebrate. It's my round.
-Whose is this?
I found it in my desk, is it yours?
-No. -No.
-Uh... no.
-You want me to throw it away?
-Yes, throw it away.
-By the way, Gilles, Tech Services called about your crow. IBID
They'll prioritize the call.
-No, drop it, I think it's someone who is very lonely.
-Are you sure? -Really, it's not worth it.
I think he made up this story about a husband who whacked his wife,
and just wants to talk to another human being, is all.
-'Whack'? That's the word he used?
-Yes, why?
-He called you on your mobile? -Mm-hmm.
-Did you give him your number?
-Well, no, I never give out my personal contact details.
That's true--how did he do it?
-He or she?
-Excuse me, but who are we looking for?
-Get me the traces on those conversations please.
Anyone there?
-Ah! Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
Hands in the air! Don't move!
I told you! She's been searching everywhere.
-Don't move! -Yes yes yes!
We have a homicide.
Clearly, this doesn't look good for me.
But on my mother's life, I swear it's not me!
Hear what I said? It's not me!
Let go of me!
I tell you, it's not me!
---oOo---