01x01 - Episode 1

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December 24, 1904

White, 20-25.

Canvas clothing, urban,
mediocre quality.

Pockets empty, no money,
keys, documents.

Revolver lebel, model 1892,
popular.

Good quality, French product.
The pride of our soldiers.

This one rests in the right
hand of the deceased.

A priori suicide, but...

b*llet impacts.

First: in the temple. A kink, a furrow
In the hairy skin of the skull.

The second one: pierces the cheeks
From right to left. A knocked-out tooth.

The third: in the left eye socket.

The fourth: in the mouth...

came out with his occipital.

Fatal shot.

Four b*ll*ts, gentlemen.

Four.

And am I supposed to believe
in suicide?

Guest did not seem to know Bertillon.

We therefore conclude: m*rder.

The obvious motive: robbery.

The k*ller is clumsy
And he thinks we're stupid.

I count on you to introduce him to me?

Remember the tooth.

"Remember the tooth!
I'll give you the teeth!

Step back, gentlemen.

Free to watch, but not to touch!

At the alley you have a bus stop.

The streetcar goes to the Cité
about two hours

and runs every three quarters of an hour,

I am therefore waiting in two hours
at my laboratory.

Bournazel, crank.

Your mail. Requests and Complaints.

We have a festive celebration today
Council of Care and Public Hygiene.

Speaking.

Republican unity,
Christian mercy...

Write you?

I'll improvise, I'm skilled.

Mr. Superintendent Fondari.

Mr. Prefect.

Weekly report of the brigade
customs.

Public houses and other matters.
Fat Week.

Some interesting names have been collected.

I am being harassed by the city council.

Paris the capital of transgression,
police turn a blind eye...

Decent citizens do not want
prostit*tes on the street on Christmas Eve.

We are supposed to catch them out.

Sorry.

We talked about the roundup on Christmas Eve.
It's settled.

Hector.

Add this dirt to the others,
please.

Do you have a comment?

During your wife's lifetime
this door was closed.

But for the daughter, they will remain open.
Progress.

"Dear Mr. Lépine, in these
moments of Christian unity

I join in thoughts with you
and your loved ones.

My husband's latest paintings
will captivate you, I hope,

If you watch them.

I am available
at your convenience.

Marguerite Steinheil."

I cut the abscess.

Please.

God...

That's you. That taste and smell.

Part of the lady is rotting.

It needs to be uprooted.

Clove oil. For pain.

Don't you have something stronger?



On Wednesday we are arranging the opening of
of Adolphe's new paintings.

Friends are allowed to stay.

There will be dice, cards...

Your vernissages and parties
are known throughout Paris, Ms. Steinheil said.

We're just having fun.

I don't know if I can afford it.

Too much modesty.
I will deduct from your fees.

Wednesday came.

Yes?

Are you all right?

I have sent out invitations
to the opening.

Will you make it in time?

Do I have a choice?

What, dear mother-in-law?
Don't you like it?

I don't say anything.

He takes everything at face value!

Marthe, my dear!
Where are you?

You're late for your piano lesson!

Every morning, at six o'clock,
I make my rounds.

From the botanical garden
Queen Margaret Avenue.

It takes me an hour.

Did you spot the corpse from the alley?

Yes, this is a well-known place. This is where we find
all the dead bodies from the forest.

Do you see? The hanging tree.

Last year, five.

Yes, there are corners that tempt death.

Where do you think he came from?

Depends...

To the north are the Catelan's mudflats.
They are supposed to build a restaurant there.

There is the Bagatelle, the palace.
All private, for the rich.

In the West you have girls.

They work in the evenings,
after the factory fire.

And in the east the same thing,
only that older.

And in the south?

There is not much there.
This corner of the twisted.

Perverts. Pederasts.

God...

I hate them. I won't touch one.
A colleague says you can get infected.

Rightly so.

Quemener, return to the prefecture.

Anthropometry, dactyloscopy of weapons.
Ask Dr. Socquet time of death.

Good morning.

Chilling.

Indeed.

Shall we take a walk?

There are said to be charming corners
Behind the cascade.

Do you like caves?

I love.

Would you like a tour?

Tempting. But for me, paradise
would be detention in the prefecture.

Antoine Jouin, investigative brigade.

- Just not that. I'm married.
- So am I. Let's go!

Documents.

What do you do for a living, Félicien?
Besides walking, of course.

I work in a bank. At Crédit Lyonnais.

I don't get in trouble with the law.

Listen.
I have some pennies. We'll make a deal.

- Friends say...
- That you can get along with the police?

I just ...

Do you frequent this place at night?

Sometimes, when the wife
visits her parents.

A young man died here at night
man.

Shots were fired, someone
must have heard them.

I don't know, I wasn't there.
I'm an ordinary ...

Spacer.

I know your name and address.

Hooking an officer.

Solicitation, sodomy.
Should I visit your family?

No!

No, I will help you.

I often pass this way.
I have a bank on the way.

I know people who work
In the Forest. I will ask around.

I will give you three days.

If I don't hear from you,
I'll look you up.

Home.

Right.

You came too early.

The crib is not ready yet.

I prefer to pray in an empty
Church. Less flocking.

Bitterness is not conducive to prayer, son.

You guys prefer full temples.
Everyone has a vested interest.

To make matters worse, he blasphemes.
A miserable sinner.

I think that for your concerns good
would be two Catholic traditions.

The first is a decent confession....

And the other?

Bread and wine.

For the past six years I have been
Prefect of Paris.

I make speeches, write circulars,
I haggle over budgets.

I make the prefecture work.

It would work just as well
without me.

A policeman is a noble profession.

You would have to meet
some of my subordinates.

So how about resignation?

I think about it.

Often.

Do you know Pastor Valette?
From Saint Medard?

Not personally.

He is overly fond of Mass wine.

He falls asleep at the altar,
In the confessional.

You understand...

His churchman comes up with an idea:

Let's dilute the Mass wine
With grape juice.

But the pastor is an expert,
gently senses the difference.

He observes the churchman
and catches him in the act.

Adulteration of Mass wine

is, according to canon law
a grave offense.

The sacristan leaves, and the drunkard continues to
celebrates three masses a day.

This goes for both the police and the Church.

The institution has no spirit nor reason.

Only people have them.

Wait a minute!

Sorry.

Where does it go, the gold?

To the pharmacy.

Name, surname.

- Hurry.
- Name.

Dantremont, Rosalie.

See? We have a sixth.

Well, I don't know.

As it is, sure enough.

Do you know what a perennial
bourgeoisie?

"By what right?
Who do you think I am?"

And not "Dantremont, Rosalie."

She knows.

You know, don't you?

Men of custom?

Show card.

I'm not going to work, I'm going to the pharmacy.
To get medicine for my son.

Card!

I'm fine.

Come on, it's Christmas....

We received instructions. Mr. Prefect
banned prostitution on the holy night.

- Driving.
- No, it's clean.

Do you see?

Come on, we'll catch another one.

Can you see the church?

Less than 20 meters away.

You are not allowed to stay so close to
temples, because you are a wh*re.

Such a recipe.

I swear, I'm just going for medication!
The son is half a year old!

Be good,
we'll send for him.

Yes... I can be polite.

Very. I will take care of the three of you.

Then will you let me go?

I am good, you will not regret it.

What do you think?

Bad luck, they're already pulling up. Too late.

No!

Let go! Let go of me!

Will he calm down or not?

Let me go! I have a child!

Wait a minute...

Oh, yes. Perfect.

Not everyone can wear it,
requires character.

And at the same time it is classic.

What do you think, dear reader?

I don't know...

I would have tried that one on.

Yes.

"Chic and traditional," I listen.

Joseph!

I don't want her to call here!

Fiersi.

In our business
debt collection is your field....

Mr. Portalis of Comptoir d'Escompte
is an abysmal payer.

Will you visit him before Christmas Eve?

Dactyloscopy of weapons?

- In progress.
- The morgue?

Dr. Socquet in court.

Anthropometrics after the holidays.

Mrs. Jouin called. Twice.

Daviau 43, Ms. Jouin, please....

It's me. And how are you doing?

I hear crying...

This is not a reproach, I know,
That's fine with her.

I'll get something and come back.

I love you guys.

Have you done anthropometry yet,
Quemener?

Don't.

You will learn. A briefcase and a cart.

Date cards in a box.

Inkwell.

Inkwell! He does not infect.

Card.

Large Circulator.

Skull width: 14 centimeters.

Ear length:



Mandible: 11 centimeters.

Thermometer.

Slow to ask, what do you do?

Fingerprinting and measurements.
I determine the time of death.

You have no right.

We found him at seven o'clock in the Forest.

Body temperature: 17 degrees.

Two hours.

I'll call.

Driving an automobile
requires dexterity...

reflex...

And, of course, good eyesight.

I naturally have these qualities.

Fingerprints of the deceased
For comparison.

But a mere mortal...

Take such a Bournazel.

Good peasant, but a bit slow.

It will not guide such a torpedo.

Inspector?

Yes, sister?

Need help. One detainee
Is worried about her son.

- On the card?
- Yes.

- I don't work in customs.
- It will take a while.

Don't be afraid. I am with you.

She gave me her address.

Grenety eight.

It's just a matter of checking,
What about the baby. He is six months old.

Please join me.

Rosalie Dantremont,
is in custody.

And what?

Her son was left alone,
he needs to be brought back!

We what, errand boys?

We picked up 80 hookers today,
sister forgive

And we look forward to the next
sixty.

Each says it has an infant
Or a sick mother.

Should we single one out?

Merry Christmas.

I saw this child.

He always comes with him
For the examination.

Rosalie Dantremont is an informant
Commissioner Cochefert.

He cares about her.

- What address?
- Grenety eight.

I will call the police station,
they will send someone.

Can it be?

Thank you.

Lying is a sin, sister.

Mr. Portalis!

- Who are you?
- Mr. Portalis knows me.

We see each other at openings
in the Ronsin alley.

Do you remember?
Among the admirers of painting.

Dear Ladies.

Mr.

Fiersi. Sorry for the intrusion.

The gentleman is about to leave.
I will be in the office.

Your order.

You have agreed on a price with Ms. Steinheil.
I have the signed document here.

I know what I signed.



The Excessive... k*ller Sucker!

I honored her with a game in this her
shul and here's how she thanks me.

She saturated my house with th*gs!

I'll talk to her already!

Don't yell or your spouse will walk in.

And it will hurt her, too.

Shaken? Normal.

Breathe slowly.

Exactly.

You scared me.

Repeta?

So pay off your debts.
You played, you lost, you bail.

On hand.

What?

- I...
- You?

...I don't have...

I don't understand.

Money. Here.

Money here. Don't you have any here?

It is known.

You don't have money here.

I know.

Vallotton.

Worth more than Steinheil,
right?

Right.

And top it off with your wife's pretzels.

My father asked me to
deliver it.

In the past, he used to come alone.

- What is your name?
- Julien.

How old are you?

Fourteen.

He also said that you should
give me money. He wrote how much.

Did he tell you to recalculate?

No, madame, you trust.

Merry Christmas, Mrs. Steinheil.

On this festive day

Paris under the auspices of the city council

and His Reverence Richard helps
his poorest children.

This year, donations were again generous.

Republican fraternity

and Christian mercy
constitute a unity.

May our traditions
last forever!

But enough talk, it's time for action:
bring in the children.

What's your name?

Baptiste.
Are you Santa Claus?

No, he has a white beard
And a green outfit.

But he entrusted me with something for you.

I don't like dolls.

Me too.

I ask, boy.

A while ago Mrs. Jouin called.
She is waiting for you.

Christmas Eve, I know.

Berthier!

Do we have a perpetrator for the strangled one?

Young Haunet.
Unemployed, listed.

He came to visit his mother for Christmas.
After the m*rder, he disappeared.

Excellent.

And the denizen of the Forest? Homicide?

Possibly, we are checking.
We are waiting for Dr. Socquet.

You're the only one getting buried.
Merry Christmas.

Go home.

If the doctor calls,
I will take care of everything.

I will still stay.

Great.

Vallotton.

Who is Marguerite Steinheil?

A distant acquaintance.

Her husband is a painter.

He painted a few years ago
my portrait.

And sends you
perfumed letters?

Marguerite Steinheil is a coquette.

But the rumors it spreads,
sometimes have value.

We will move on to dessert.
We want to make it in time for the shepherdess.

Yes, please.

Your daughter says to you.

Pardon?

Your daughter says to you.

We haven't seen Aunt Nelly in a long time.

How is she doing?

Well...

Didn't we tell you, honey?

Dead.

For a year, I think pleuritis.

No, ma'am,
he's not back yet.

He is conducting an important investigation.

I will pass on as soon as I see it.

Thank you.

God, you give us life,
You give us bread.

Thank you for that.

Grant us wisdom and grace.

And forgive those who were not lucky enough to
The luck to sit here with us.

Amen.

Doctor?

Dr. Socquet?

Is that you?

Please don't do that.

The doctor left you a note.

Death between midnight
and 1 a.m.

He pointed out: a pederast.
And suicide.

So much.

Yes... Yes...

Momentum.

We have a corpse.

I'll take it if you want.

Grenety eight.