From where?
You there
Earrings, bag, shoes, belt
...everything!
-Seriously?
Welcome home, ma'am.
-Watch it, that's fragile.
-Last name, first name.
-Morgane Alvaro.
-Have you got a nickname?
-I've had plenty...
In CM2, I was Yellow Force.
Then I was Lady Carrot.
Afterwards, there was a whole period... Axelle Red, Larusso,
-Mylene Farmer ... you name it. -No, no, stop.
Date of birth.
Place of birth.
Chewing gum.
-But it still has its flavor.
-Your family situation?
-It's complicated. -Number of children?
-What is your level of education? -Hard knocks.
-Your most recent occupation, Ms. Alvaro?
-The most recent isn't the most representative
of my... Fine. Housekeeper.
-Residence?
-It's at Henri's mother's.
-'Henri's mother's.'
Person to notify if... -No. No.
No. No.
-'051202' is your number.
-Yes, I've seen movies.
-It's your identity for the time of your stay with us.
HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL
-I asked you to hand them to me, not throw them.
The little top too.
-But it's not beeping! -The boss isn't down with them.
I'll get you the proper outfit.
-Whoa, no,
There's no way while I'm alive I'm putting those on
-Alvaro; To the visiting room, there's a policeman for you.
-No! There's no way!
Hello, Morgane. How are you?
Eh? I can't hear.
-Hello, Morgane. How are you?
-Very well, I'm on fire. And you?
-I spoke with the SR team investigating 'RESEARCH SECTION'
the murder of Emilie Fontaine, your ex-boss.
Neighbors saw you argue with her,
and wandering around the neighborhood. Can you explain why?
-It's fine, I don't need you, I can manage everything.
-You, 'manage'? -Yes. Perfectly.
I can prove my innocence.
You're wasting my time.
Have you finished? Can I get back?
-Morgane, don't you see, you're under investigation for murder.
You risk life imprisonment!
That's 20, 25 years minimum!
-You good, you're done?
Maxime Fontaine killed his first wife! Oh yeah!
Before Emilie, he was married
to an Andrea who committed 'suicide' when he was in Cape Town.
But he wasn't in South Africa.
I can prove it because of the phases of the moon!
-Morgane; The day of the death of his first wife, Mr. Fontaine was not
in Cape Town, South Africa.
He was at Cape Ferret, in the Gironde.
We have confirmation of more than 20 witnesses.
-In the Gironde?
But Gilles told me about Cape Town on the phone,
nothing about Cape Ferret!
-Gilles is not supposed to tell you anything at all!
If I understood correctly,
you were investigating for Emilie
-before her death? -Yes.
-Why? Was she being threatened? What did you discover?
Lots of things...
A guy taking pictures of her, okay?
That was very weird.
-If you're talking about the guy at the motel,
nothing was found in his room.
And his plates aren't in our database.
I'm sorry. What else?
Hey, Morgane...
Don't lose hope.
From what I've read, there may be a promising lead.
When the police questioned Maxime Fontaine, he said some jewelry
disappeared from his home,
an 18-carat solid gold bracelet,
with six rubies, belonging to his first wife.
This bracelet is worth approximately €15,000.
So, if the killer entered Emilie's to steal it,
she could've surprised him, it could've gone wrong.
Collect your belongings and get out of this house!
-Well, well...
I'm going to get my things back, and how!
-You see? -Yeah.
Yeah... Maybe I know something-
-It may seem thin,
but it's a rare piece, easy to identify.
If we find the bracelet, we may find the murderer.
-Awesome. Awesome.
Uh,
Do you want to call Thea for me please?
The children will start worrying.
Come on, seriously!
You're on speakerphone.
-Hello, honey?
-Hello, Mom? You all right? -Yeah.
I left you messages.
Four cops are searching the house.
-Okay, uh...
Good. Everything's good. But here, now,
it turns out that that I'm in jail.
-Just for a few hours. -'In jail'!?
-Yes, but it's nothing serious.
Listen, I need a big favor.
Go into my bathroom, Ok,
and get a bracelet that you don't know about,
because I haven't had the chance to wear it, it's brand new.
In short, it's really important that the cops mustn't find it... okay?
I'll describe it: It's gold
-mounted with big red stones, you hear me?
-Morgane! -You get it-
-Hey, ho: You stole this jewelry from the victim?
-I thought it was fake, ok?
Who walks around with such a thing, aside from the Queen of England?
-Fuck! Fuck!
No! No! No! It's not possible
-to do that! -Is that Supercop?
-Ok, now we have to inform the judge, Morgane! This worsens your case!
-Thea!, Get
the bracelet!
-Stop that! Don't touch anything!
-What?
-They're searching the floor, what do I do?
-Ok, Ok.
If I tell the truth to your judge, do you think he'll believe me?
-Figure it out so no one finds the thing.
-Thank you. Ok? Thanks.
-I don't want to be mixed up in this!
-I have to go to the bathroom bad. -No no no, go downstairs, I'm not done.
-I have my period, I need a tampon. -Ah.
Uh... one minute, huh?
-Ok. Eliott, are you coming to help me? -Yeah, yeah...
-Thanks!
Yes. Thank you so much.
-I got it. What do I do? -Uh...
-Ah! What? -We just have to attach it to a pigeon
-out on the gutter. -Anything else?
We have 10 seconds.
Everything all right? Hurry up.
-Yes, I'm almost done! A second!
Okay.
I have what I need, thank you.
The SR will take over the case if the judge agrees.
But before deciding let's remember 2-3 things.
Morgane never says thank you,
she puts those around her in the shit,
and the last time we risked our jobs for her,
she left us.
Knowing all this,
who in this room is ready to commit to helping her?
I'm sure she'll send us chocolates for bailing her out,
Commander?
-Our victim's name is Emilie Fontaine, 34 years old,
trained biologist, unemployed in recent years.
Per investigators,
she was killed in the early evening the day before yesterday.
We found her body buried in her garden.
Her husband came home from work at 9:30 pm,
according to him the house was empty.
-He have an alibi for the time of death? -Nothing conclusive.
Let's keep an eye on him, his first wife also died under troubling circumstances.
Yes, please?
-Ethically,
you seem to know Morgane well.
-Isn't that a conflict of interest? -Excellent objection.
Put it all in writing for me.
Gilles, you and Karadec watch the husband.
Daphne, you focus on the motel guy.
And I will undertake to take the case to the judge.
-Are you going to talk to Judge Caron? -Yes; Yes.
-Is that a good idea?
Because t he last time you worked together, it ended badly.
-Yeah, you called him a big psycho-rigid fascist in front of everyone.
-Yes, well, given his opinions he took it as a compliment. I will lay low.
Don't worry; I'll keep a low profile.
-Okay.
-Come on!
-Yes, I'm going!
The redhead is in the airlock. I repeat,
the redhead is in the airlock!
-I'm going to gut you like a chicken!
-Wait, is that me they're talking about?
-This way.
-Wait, no... I thought of something.
You may not be aware, but last year,
I worked a little for the cops, alright?
If that info ever leaked, that'd be bad for me, right?
-Listen, Alvaro; The director has read your file,
we're putting you in the 'chicken coop.' -What's that?
-The 'chicken coop' is Keller's cell, an ex-cop.
Well that's good!
-This way!-Okay, I'm with an ex-cop, that's fine!
-Okay, I'm with an ex-cop, that's fine!
Wait wait, no! Wait!
'Keller'? As in 'Laetitia Keller'?
-Open this door, bitch! I said open! I'm going to kill you!
No no no, wait, wait!
It's not in my file because
I had IGPN on my ass at the time, Internal Affairs
but it turned out that chick is a killer, okay?
A big psychopath! We have to warn the director!
Hey...
Crazy meeting here, huh?
If I'd been told...
You know what? No hard feelings!
Everyone deserves a second chance.
Uh... you were stressed out. I...
I understand.
You know what we're gonna do?
'Magic slate, ' huh? We erase everything.
And then we start off on a good basis...
Huh?
If you snore, I'll make you swallow your toes.
-Ok.
Come in.
-Pierre_Emmanuel? -Celine.
To what do I owe this pleasure?
-I figured I'd come see you.
-Mm-hmm?
-Listen, I’m not gonna beat around the bush here.
I know we had our little disagreements, you and me.
-'Our little disagreements...' Go on.
-Our professions have rules.
What I'm about to ask might be considered borderline by some people.
I was wondering if_
-We could have l was wondering if-dinner together.
-'Dinner together'?
-Have a drink?
No, let's do exactly what you want, I'll shut up.
Finally,
a woman who takes the first step, nice.
I have my own MeToo.
Anyway, it's all good.
-Awesome.
On an unrelated subject, I'm here in relation to
a file on a consultant I have who is in a bit of a problematic position.
-Well, how did it go? -It's good,
we got the case back.
But he refused a judicial review, meaning Morgane stays in prison
until her innocence is proven.
And the surveillance on the husband, how's that going?
-He left 20 minutes ago, we're tailing him.
But Daphne didn't find anything
on the guy at the motel who was watching the victim.
-Okay.
Celine? I have to break off.
The husband is stopping, I'll call you back.
-What's he doing? -He has a pack,
is he going somwhere?
-Where are we?
-The Saint-André a la Croix Bridge...
'a la Croix, ' that sounds familiar. 'Saint-André a la Croix Bridge...'
-Is it related to the case? -Maybe... 'the bridge, ' 'the bridge'...
The bridge! It's where his first wife committed suicide!
-Are you kidding? -No!
-What the hell is he doing?
Oh fuck!
How are you?
I'm Cmdr. Karadec, of the crime squad.
I've taken over the investigation into the death of your wife.
That bridge is there where your first wife died?
-Yes.
When the police called me to say what Andrea had done,
I couldn't believe it.
We had just gotten married.
We were trying to have a child.
I didn't see it coming.
She was in a bad way and I didn't help her.
-She didn't leave a note explaining her actions?
-It was on that bridge that I met Emilie.
-Hmm?
When Andrea died, I was complete mess.
One evening, I went back there...
to join her.
I wanted to end it too.
As I put my leg over the railing,
I heard a woman scream behind me.
-It was Emilie?
-She took me home.
We talked a lot.
She was so sweet.
So attentive.
I even believed it was a sign.
Saint Andre sent Emilie to tell me to...
to keep going, to live, to move forward.
Emilie said she...
that she was very lucky.
If her store hadn't closed late that night,
we would never have met.
-Her store? She wasn't a biologist?
-Biologist?
Where do you get that from? No way.
-You're under investigation for murder. You risk life imprisonment!
Can we forget what happened? It didn't mean anything.
You know, Morgane, I love you.
But sometimes it's tiring living with you.
-Emilie's husband is convinced that
when they met she was working in a furniture store.
Except we double-checked, at the time she was working
as a biologist at an LCC lab.
She was even one of the founders.
-She lied about her job. Why?
-We don't know. -She also hid it from her relatives.
-Wait, it gets better. Daphne? -According to the victim's phone records,
the CEO of the lab called her for 45 minutes last week.
So; She hides her old job from everyone,
but when her associate from those days calls her, she's killed.
A coincidence indeed!
THAI FOOD. DO YOU LIKE ETHNIC CUISINE?
-Is that Judge Caron?
OTHERWISE THERE'S THIS IRANIAN
-Something new? -He wants to know where we are.
-And where are we?
-OR CAN WE HAVE A DRINK HERE? -And where are we?
-OR CAN WE HAVE A DRINK HERE? ... Pardon?
-Pardon?
-WHAT TIME SHALL WE SAY? -Uh-EXASPERATED
Um,
CHINESE? Um,
-CHINESE? JAPANESE? -Uh, you're going to see this lab.
CHINESE? JAPANESE? ITALIAN? Keep me posted.
CORSICAN? Keep me posted.
-CORSICAN? -These new...
-INDIAN? -Yeah.
-...the mobiles, sure vibrate loudly.
-Quite.
-VEGETARIAN? -Quite.
VEGETARIAN? GLUTEN-FREE?
-So... vibrates... -There we are!
-So... vibrates... -Hmm?
Sure vibrate... a lot. There is a "silent" mode.
-I did my ethics report-
I did my ethics report.
-My ethics report in writing -Eh? It's what?
The report requested by Commissioner, about Ms. Alvaro.
Shall I put it on her desk right now?
-Uh, but it's handwritten.
-Well, yes. -Yes-no, the commissioner hates that,
-it gives her opthamalic migraines. -Really?
-Yes. -What do I do? I don't have a computer.
-Well, go home and type it. I'll cover for you.
-Ok, I was looking for the toilet,
I-it must be over there.
-Come on, chicken, we don't say hello?
-Yes, of course,
hello, hello madam... miss... maybe, I don't know.
I'll come back later.
Don't go like that! We need to get to know each other.
Tell me about your experience with the cops!
Wait! Wait, wait!
No, wait! You know martial arts?
Is it-is it tai chi?
Capoeira?
No, because... let me explain... It could help me identify a guy
and help me get out of prison.
-You think I'm actually going to help a cop?
-Wait, a bit.
I have a way to pay you. I_ -How so?
-I have... a special coloring for roots... chestnut...
Anti-fungal polish...
And...
an autograph of Robert Pattinson. Ok? I can get you that in 24 hours.
-Organic?
-What? -The coloring and polish, organic?
-Because I'm super allergic. -Majorly!
All organic, all... very organic.
And... if I show you a hold, would
-you be able to tell me what it is? -I do boxing.
Sorry. But I can introduce you to friends.
-Ok.
Well, we'll break down the movement, Ok?
I grabbed his wrist,
he grabbed my wrist... There, that's the first move that hurt,
the second move hurt like hell, and then he threw me
against the wall!
So. Well? What do you think?
Kung Fu? Capoeira? Tai Chi?
Krav Maga? Ju-jitsu?
Judo?
No no, that looks like aikido.
I don't know much about it, but
I think Ingrid is dating a guy who does it at the club.
Your guy and him may have crossed paths.
-Okay, thank you Brienne, thanks, that was adorable. Who is Ingrid?
-I dunno. Sometimes, I have memory lapses.
-Ok, what do you want?
-So, I want blue Air Star sneakers, with white stripes
and a small box of dental dams.
Ok. Make a note; A pair of sneakers,
blue Air Stars with white stripes.
Ok? And a box of dental dams.
-What was that?
-Keep up. Make a note, Two cherry flavor refills
and the Locker Room special feature from the Lille Courier.
-Right. So, can you call your guy? -He's a dead end.
He got arrested for robbery. We can't talk to each other. Sorry.
-Seriously?
-Go ahead and cross out the refills. -Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Affida, who is sexting with a guy in H24, he's incarcerated in the same place.
However, you need a sketch of the guy.
Van Gogh!
No no, you add purple ink, then go ahead and glove up.
After that you can tell me about your guy.
-Yeah, it's not bad.
-Good or not bad? -It's good!
Hey!
Here, it's him.
-You send him the photo? -Yes...
What?
Do you have a name for me? -Hold on.
-He wants a picture to remember you by.
-Oh, I swear...
We started this company together, Emilie and I,
but she quit 3 years ago to devote herself to her private life.
-Why did she never speak to her husband
-about her link with your company? -No idea.
I thought she'd always very proud of our work here.
-What do you do exactly? -DNA sequencing.
We've created an innovative analysis technique, labs around the world
call on us to outsource their testing.
Sorry, I don't really know how I can help you.
Emilie and I haven't spoken in 3 years.
-According to our sources, you called her last week.
What was the subject of your conversation?
-I'm in the process of seeking partnership agreements.
Emilie is still in one, I needed her consent before launching.
-I see.
It's mine...
Nothing else?
-No.
-Yes?
Hello?
-Hello? -Hello?
I don't hear anything. Hello hello?
-Hello? -Morgane, we're not supposed
-to talk to each other. -Yes yes, I know.
But I found the guy: Lorenzo Dustang.
-What guy? -The guy from the motel,
-the guy who whacked Emilie! -How do you know that?
-He does aikido in a club in Lezennes, heavyweight category.
But you, are you working on my case? It doesn't look like it.
-Yes, well I'm on the job Morgane, Ok?
You're not supposed to get involved, alright?
You want one more charge for obstruction of justice?
-No, but don't worry. It just so happens
I came across the info totally... by chance... "voila."
However, I'm not gonna lie, life here isn't free.
I made you a list. Do you have something to write with?
So, I'll need
Six boxes of sanitary napkins, a panettone from Lombardy, ten-
-Hello?
Morgane? I can't hear you.
-...a certain 'David Millot' wait, I'll explain.
Hello?
-...the guy got together with a girlfriend
LORENZO, SECURITY, SG SEQUENCING -of Brienne's after she fell for him.
-What's the name of that guy?
-Lorenzo Dustang;
Fuck, you don't take notes?
Hello?
-Show me your hands, show me right now!
On your knees.
On your knees, hands on your head!
Hello???
Uh... he was in a hurry to go, he hung up.
-Did he write it down? Or... -He wrote it all down.
He'll do it in several back-and-forths.
Ah!
Many thanks! I'm not gonna hide from you that
I was fed up with all that gray!
You see, I feel better already!
-When are you getting out?
-Wha-? You tell me, have you seen Gilles?
-Uh... well, yes. -And?
-The investigation is at a standstill.
-How is the case at a standstill? I gave them the culprit!
I can't do any more than that!
Can you take care of her for 2 minutes?
-I need to talk to your mother. -Okay...
-Right. 'Supercop' questioned your Fernando, is that him?
-No no no: 'Lorenzo.' 'Lo-ren-zo'!
-Yes. -And?
-He gave nothing up.
... He gave nothing up! -He gave nothing up.
Lorenzo Dustang admits he spied on Emilie
but refuses to say why. The lab assures us it has nothing more.
-Hold on... what lab are we talking about?
-SG Sequencing.
-What? -The genetic analysis lab
where your victim worked before meeting her husband.
-I didn't question anything from the lab where
the victim worked before meeting her husband.
They refuse to say why they were watching Emilie and Wajdi.
-Timeout, timeout. 'Wajdi'? Who is this Wajdi?
-Give her the juice. -Are you alright?
You shouldn't have had kids if you didn't want to take care of them.
Oh! Hey, hey! Yoo-hoo!
What Wajdi?
-I don't know, the other guy that your Lorenzo was taking pictures of.
Oh wow.
-The other guy? What other guy?
Oh...!
Ok;
Okay, okay. The other... okay.
Well?
Emilie wasn't the only person Lorenzo was photographing.
In his hard drive, I came across hundreds of pictures
of another guy and his family.
I was able to identify him through his vehicle.
It's registered in the name of Wajdi Avignon.
No... Sauvignon.
Sauvi-? Sausage. Sausage...
-Martignon? -Martignon?
Ah-Pattinson!
-No, seriously? You can't retain two pieces of information?
Uh-I...
-I swear!
Ok, uh...
'Martinon'!
Ok, that's it.
'Wajdi Martinon.'
-Wajdi Martinon!
-Wajdi Martinon, 35 years old, married, one child.
At first glance, no connection with the victim.
-Has he been summoned? -Yeah, he's never-Oh, no!
-Chloe!! -Oh...
Fuuuck...
Excuse me, Morgane, but I have lots of stuff to manage at the moment.
I'm taking care of 3 children whose mother was arrested for murder.
You were supposed to have them this week!
-All the more reason to get me, the mother, out of here! Ok?
So come on! Focus! Think!
Right. Listen; If I understood correctly, we have this lab, okay,
who hired Lorenzo,
to watch Emilie, and this famous Wajdi, Ok?
-Yes.
-Why? What's the link between them?
-Well...
It's not exactly clear.
No no, I've never seen this woman.
Why are you asking?
-Emilie Fontaine, our victim, was being surveilled by this man.
When we arrested him,
we found these photos of you on his computer.
-Is that your wife and daughter?
-Yes. I don't understand, why was he watching me?
-We're trying to find that out.
We think he was working for the company SG Sequencing,
a biotech company specializing in genetics. Does it mean anything to you?
-No, I'm a mason.
-You don't know the victim or the man who watched both of you?
-No, I 'm sorry.
What's wrong with you?
Is it your teeth? What?
-Come to me, come, come. -Sweetie!
-Sorry, I've told you everything I know.
Come. Daddy will give you paracetamol, it'll be fine.
-Tell me... are we good on everything?
-Don't worry, I can manage.
-Cool!
-Bump! -Pssh! Muak;
How's it going?
So... Wajdi...
Ow.
-How are you?
Hey Ginger!
Don't use up all my 4G.
-I'm not...
-Fine, whatever.
Outside time over!
-Give it to me. -Ah!
-Make you bed squeak again
and I'll make you eat your pillow, Ok?
-No, hold on, I'll explain it to you.
I'm stuck on something, alright?
When I get stuck on something I can't sleep. Like so.
In fact, there are 3 big suspects.
But nothing about the 3 speaks to me, know what I mean?
-I don't give a fuck!
-Okaaaaaaay!
The muscle? I don't think so.
Unless he killed her on behalf of the lab.
The lab, I'd buy that.
What does it have to do with this Wajdi? Huh?
Oh fuck!
Fuck, the library, girl!
C, A, G... the books Emilie moved in her sleep.
We thought that she put them away randomly.
But not at all!
She sorted the books by whether the first letter is C, A, or G.
And C-A-G is? Huh? Huh? C-A-G, come on!
They're initials.
-Are stupid or what?
Obviously they're initials,
but above all, they're three of the four nucleotides that make up human DNA:
Cytosine, adenine, and guanine, Ok?
There is also thymine, but she didn't mention it.
In other words, the girl puts away her books in genetic code mode!
-And all this in her sleep! -Ok.
-Of course, said like that it looks weird, but
she worked for years in a genetics analysis lab... so, no.
On the other hand, with these 3 letters dozens of combinations are possible,
and she was happy to reproduce the same identical combination 36 times!
Seriously? 36 times! 36 times! 36 times!
36 times!
-Enough! What you've realized is awesome, is that it?
-Ah! In humans this C-A-G combination is found
on chromosome 4 in particular, which encodes the huntingtin protein.
Right, so if the combination reproduces between 6 and 35 times,
Ok, that's awesome, but... If it reproduces 36 times
or more, then there, boom, huntingtin is all miscoded.
In short, it's the mess, and we end up with... with?
Come on!
-Huntington's disease. -Well there you go!
See, you are interested! Well, I know what you're going to say:
'What does this have to do with this Wajdi guy?'
-I really wondering when you're gonna shut it.
-No, this is the great part, imagine:
Huntington's disease is also called 'Huntington's Chorea, '
the reporting of involuntary movements, and
it just so happens that Wajdi has early symptoms.
Ahh! And there you go!
That's the link between Emilie, the lab, and Wajdi;
Huntington's disease!
Ooh! See? That was all right.
Right, okay. Ah...
Good night.
-Hello? Karadec?
-There is indeed a link between Emilie Fontaine and you.
Five years ago
you were tested for Huntington's disease. This is the data.
This test was subcontracted to your company, SG Sequencing.
-It came back negative.
However, your symptoms have continued.
You didn't think there'd been an error?
In 2017, Emilie called us and one of the other partners.
She'd discovered she had made a serious mistake a year earlier.
She had sent the bad test results to the patient, Wajdi Martinon.
-And you kept it to yourself?
-The patient had just had a little girl,
at risk of carrying the gene like him.
Our lawyers advised us to say nothing.
We were in the middle of fundraising, so a trial at that time_
-Except that Emilie had regrets.
You were afraid she would tell everything to Wajdi Martinon
and you decided to put both of them under surveillance?
-Emilie contacted me.
She said the test that I had done at the time contained an error,
that I had Huntington's.
And maybe my daughter had it too.
That I had to have her tested.
-Why didn't you say this yesterday?
-Because...
after Emilie's call, I had a visit from a lawyer.
He offered me money.
I was thinking of my wife,
and my daughter.
-You offered €500,000 to Wajdi Martinon
in exchange for his silence.
I imagine that Emilie couldn't be bought.
Is that why you killed her?
-No. I swear I didn't.
We paid the patient, it's true,
But kill Emilie? Never.
-Guess who's getting out tomorrow!
Cool!
They know who did it?
-Yes. The laboratory.
Well, nobody's talking, but they will soon, there's to be a search.
What are those noises?
-I called Henri to send a plumber,
but he refused to hear it...
Cuz normally it'd be at the expense of the owner!
-It's done! -It is? It's fixed?
-Like before. -The toilet flushes?
-The toilet? I fixed the ventilation! -Stop, Henri, it wasn't broken!
-People always want more!
-Mom, you have to do something!
Henri is so stingy!
-Seriously, it's a trait! You knew that. -He says we don't need
to have electricity in all the rooms, and so many outlets
is for yuppies. And now he's looking at the roof.
-Oh fuck. I wish we still had the €15,000 bracelet.
-We didn't throw it away.
We didn't? Didn't we throw it away?
-It's under the barbecue. -Fuck, under the barbecue?
Girl, you're a genius! An evil genius, but I'm proud of you.
-I know.
-...And writers, authors,
prefects, DAs,
presidents... well...
but I have colleagues who spend more time
to check that they have feminized all the titles
of their rulings than time asking
-whether the defendant is indeed guilty. -I see.
Where's the waiter? I want another drink.
It's like changing that title from Agatha Christie.
Doesn't that shock you?
We don't even have the right to say
'Ten Little_'
Right. Uh...
Will you stop taking me for a fool?
I-I've been provoking you for an hour and you say nothing.
Are you bored or what?
-It's... No, not at all, well...
You say sensible things which are not my ideas,
but no... well, neither is it...
-Listen.
I know that Morgane Alvaro and you,
have a... particular relationship.
And if you just accepted having lunch with me
to get her out of trouble
no, I can't blame you, but me,
it's two days I've been waiting for this moment.
Not-not for you to agree to everything I say,
but because you are one of
the smartest people that I know.
And one of the only ones with whom I question myself.
I'll ask for the check.
-It won't affect the case. -Wait... We...
A-hmm...
I saw there are frozen margaritas on the menu.
We could have one.
Well... no, but... yes!
Hold on.
Excuse me.
Yes?
When?
Ok, do a new search of the place,
and go through everything with a fine-toothed comb this time.
-A problem?
-Your consultant's cellmate has contacted
my service, Celine, with information.
That Morgane Alvaro did it.
I'm sorry.
-Is that it? -Yes, that's it.
-That woman ratted on me to block my release!
That bitch!
-Céline got the judge on the phone, you will go to the Assizes for murder.
He lacked a reason before to conclude his investigation, now he has it.
-No, hold on, they're stopping the investigation?
-Mm-hmm. -But there are still plenty of suspects!
Everybody at the lab!
-We checked, they all have alibis.
Yes. Yes, an evening with their investors.
And Wajdi Martinon was with the family, he didn't kill Emilie either.
With the team, we've collected to pay for a good lawyer.
We'll be there for you, whatever happens.
Now if you were to have a flash, an idea,
an intuition, it's time.
-So... -Yes-well no, not that!
-Turn it! -Ah. Pardon.
Go ahead, concentrate.
-Find something? -Stop looking at me,
-it blocks me! -What? Yes yes, okay.
-Turn it.
No, you're pressuring me, pressure, I can't.
It's not like you weren't taken in either. Go on, turn it!
-Pardon? -Yeah.
You put more energy into finding alibis for the suspects
rather than trying to get me out of here. There!
-What nerve!
We went all out for you, Morgane! I even made myself an accomplice.
You stole this bracelet,
-and here we are! -I told you, I thought it was fake!
Do I have to repeat it?
-Well no, it's solid gold.
-What? -'Solid gold'... That's it!
-Oh fuck! -What?
-'Solid gold'! Ok...
I was right. It's the husband who did it.
Look at his first wife in this photo, look at her wrist.
There's a mark, a mark from oxidation, all right?
The metal oxidizes, from perspiration, it's normal.
-All right. -Ok... except, solid 18 carat gold!
And... Bam!
Oh, nice!
You know where the word 'carat' comes from?
-No, I don't know.
... From 'Karadec'! I'm kidding. ... Very funny.
-It comes from the carob tree.
A Mediterranean tree, -Yes... whose seeds were used
in ancient times to weigh precious metals.
-Okay.
... Awesome, right? ... Okay.
In fact, one carat is the mass of a seed of carob.
-Pretty nice, right? -Yes.
-And the word stuck. There you go.
-Could you get back to the facts? -Ok.
-Yeah? -Sorry for wanting to teach you a couple things.
Ok. Facts, the facts.
Solid gold. So, solid gold is the only metal
which does not oxidize in contact with the skin. Ok?
-Yes. -So there, the problem.
It's not the metal, it is the skin of the lady.
-Her skin? -Yes. Right...
-in people who are very deficient in iron, the skin can get marked
by contact with gold, Ok?
The doctors don't all agree, but the dominant theory,
-is the hemoglobin in the blood. -Yes?
Lacking iron, it migrates to the bracelet
to nab the iron by inflating the vessels, hence the marks. "Voila"!
All this to say that Maxime's first wife was iron deficient.
Look at the test results the lab mistakenly sent to Wajdi.
-To Wajdi? -The Wajdi analyses.
-You showed them to me! -Wajdi, Ok... Ok.
'Huntington's disease, negative.'
-Perfect. -She has an iron deficiency.
-So. So?
-The results received by Wajdi are those of Maxime Fontaine's first wife?
-I'm saying that Andrea must have also
had an exam done... and who but Emilie does a bullshit thing,
running two tests that day, and switched Wajdi and Andréa's tests.
And she sends each of them the other's results.
-Okay.
Wajdi received negative results,
even though he was carrying of the Huntington gene,
-and Maxime Fontain'es first wife... -Received positive results,
when she wasn't sick!
Look at the date on which she received the results.
-October 4, 2019.
It's the day of her suicide.
-And BOOM!
-There is the mother of your first wife, Andrea.
She died from Huntington's disease when her daughter was 17. Did you know?
-Yes.
-We contacted the doctor of your wife,
according to him she was terrified of ending up like her mother.
So she refused to be tested for years.
When you decided to have a child, she needed to know.
Except that the lab sent the results of another patient by mistake,
and your wife mistakenly believed that she was sick.
It seems it was your second wife who made the mistake.
Your meeting on the bridge, it was no coincidence.
Emilie was there for the same reasons as you.
She felt responsible for your wife's suicide.
She pulled herself together when she saw you.
I'm telling you this, but you know it, right?
-I felt lately that Emilie was hiding something from me.
I was so scared to lose her too.
I begged her to tell me, she cried.
She said she had to confess something to me,
that I should no longer feel guilty over Andrea's death.
It wasn't my fault she had jumped off the bridge,
but hers.
-She told you everything? -Yes.
The test...
Her mistake.
Her lies.
I didn't understand anything.
I was...
I was swimming in the middle of a nightmare.
She asked me to forgive her.
She begged me.
She swore to me that she didn't want to lie to me. She told me she loved me.
I heard this little voice in my head.
This little voice who said...
"She killed Andrea"
"She killed the love of your life, and you married her"
I just wanted her to shut up. Do you understand?
I wanted her to shut up.
-Right, well me, I'm outta here.
Thanks again for snitching, bitch.
-It was nothing.
On the other hand, I got 6 more months, we're not quits.
-You know?
You're so rotten inside, nothing can be done for you.
I'm off.
No hard feelings?
-No hard feelings.
If you come back here, I will be less nice.
I'll rip your fake nails off with my teeth.
Yeah. Ok. We'll do it like that.
I'm off.
You have one new message.
-Yes. Yes, it's Ludo.
Listen, Chloe threw up in the car,
I'm dealing with it, but we're on our way.
-Hello, Morgane.
Have you made friends?
-Many, as you can imagine.
They're a bunch of great chicks.
Can we get them out?
-Morgane...
what happened last year between us...
Yes, Ok, I know, it didn't mean anything. Ok.
-No no, in this case you were right, it meant something,
and that's the concern.
I care about you, Morgane.
And I know I hurt you.
But losing you as a colleague,
as a friend...
this is my biggest regret. And...
and I'm not the only one. Gilles and Daphne miss you.
Céline too, even if she'd find it hard to admit.
Yeah, so then, would there be a chance, however small,
you'd consider coming back?
Take time to think on it.
Welcome home, Morgane.
Hey there.
-It starts in 20 minutes, want a sandwich?
-Hey. With pleasure. -Alright?
You look knackered.
-It was a big day.
-Hold on, I wanted to show you this, look, I found...
-Do you know Agatha Christie? -Ah, no.
-She wrote detective novels...
-She's the assistant. -You don't know_
-Hello Hello! -Good morning.
-I was stuck, my osteo couldn't take me,
The assistant wasn't confident that it would work,
and look: I couldn't do that.
-You see? -Oh, yeah.
-Sorry for the delay, there were no more coil bindings,
I had to buy them myself.
But, here is my report.
Arial 14, printed in landscape format, the way you like.
-Great. Uh, thank you.
-I really feel better. And no need for acupuncture.
-No need?
-Well? What do we have today?
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♪ You work all your life to pay for your headstone ♪
♪ You mask your face by reading your diary ♪
♪ You walk like a robot ♪ ♪ in the corridors of the metro ♪
♪ People don’t touch you, ♪ ♪ you have to take the first step ♪
♪ You want to talk without passing the buck ♪
♪ You can’t walk without your bulletproof vest ♪
♪ You would give eyes to justice ♪
♪ You can’t rape a woman full of flaws ♪
♪
♪ Antisocial, you lose your cool ♪
♫