02x06 - S comme Italie

[bunniefuu]

Uh... your brother's not here?

He's good.

Ah?

I'm sorry, but put yourself in my shoes:

I wake up in an unknown place;

a closed door, I open it;

how was I to know you and
your hairy butt were hiding in there?

Hiding? I wasn't hiding,
I was taking a shower, OK?

Usually when we do that,
we're naked.

It was you who asked to sleep here.

Asked you?

The new owner calling the police to
remove you, you don't remember?

Your neighbor calling me at 2 am
to get you out of trouble, that either?

Henri?
- Yes, Henri.

And my ficus?

You know what shape my ficus is in?
- (Oh, must you shout?)

I saw everything! I know what I saw!

(Oh yes, yes, I know, I remember your ficus.

It was very pricey and nice.)

Morgane,

when you're not home,

one knocks before
entering a bathroom!

Yeah, it's okay, I didn't see much.

SIGH
Oh, on the other hand,

we know about
that mole on your groin.

I think you should see
someone about that, it's really big.

ADAM: Good morning.
GILLES: Ah!

MORGANE: Hello Gilles!

Give me the picture.

Yeah.
Give me the picture.

Yeah.
The victim is

a man in his 20s,

An Ophelie Belli,

the owner of the house, returned
this morning and found the body.

A name?

GILLES: No. No ID,
no mobile.

For now he's a mystery.

S IS FOR ITALY

Good morning, madame.
-Good morning.

Commander.
- Hello Stephane.

I'm Cmdr. Karadec.
- Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you. Do you
know the victim?

No, I was bringing in my bin and
I found him there on the ground.

I've never seen him before.

Might he be staying with
someone in the neighborhood?

OPHELIE: No...
- Gilles, are you going to

sulk forever?
- I don't know.

But with your 160 IQ,
you'll figure it out in no time.

ADAM: What time was it?
- I'm not sure, but I was

focused on the trash bin,
I didn't look at the time.

Stephane will take your statement.

Thank you, madame. Goodbye.

GILLES: Goodbye.

Thanks.

Quiet area,

no CCTV,

perfect for
dumping a body.

Mm hmm.

BONNEMAIN: A violent blow
to the back of the head:

fatal head trauma.

Time of death, tentatively late last night.

OK, yeah.
- The homeowner heard a car

around 3 am.

The k*ller could have left
the body around that time.

Now the important question
is identification.

Bonnemain, you'll run everything?

Run prints and DNA?

BONNEMAIN: Yeah.
ADAM: Thanks.

A good bet that he was a senior executive.

A head-man, someone in finance.

Yeah, makes sense: white shirt,
jacket, party clothes,

we're talking your area, eh?

Come on, there's
the musculature.

He could be in high-level
sports, or a model.

Hello? Any help?

No, nothing's coming, I'm blocked.

Really blocked!

A photo would be better than this BS.

This is really hard.

Right, well, no sweat under the arms.
ADAM: Mm-hmm.

I imagine he gets changed after work.

So these aren't his work clothes.
There, I'm out.

But especially since the
cuff of the right sleeve is open,

but the left is fastened.

As if he got his wrist stamped
at a bar or nightclub.

Nothing there. It's all in your mind.
- Except,

it's stamped on
his wrist with invisible ink.

Sorry, would you
lend me your lamp?

Because I imagine that's what's
done now in trendy places, but hey!

To find out you'd have to go out.
- Uh, yeah...

It's invisible ink that only
shows up under blue light.

So if it's not there...

MORGANE: Ha!

"ART 59." It's an art gallery.

Yes.
I saw him yesterday.

We had a product launch,
a new line of luxury bags,

he was the boyfriend of an influencer
who often comes to events.

She was showing off because
she met him 3 months ago,

he was an airline pilot.

Rich, sexy: just her type.

Do you have his name?
- Him I don't, but...

Vera will.

It's just a nickname: "Vera In...

...Wonderland." Look.

Ooooh!

Handsome airline pilot!

They seem to get along, eh?

On social networks,
yes, but in real life...

What makes you say that?

Yesterday, during the party,

I went to get some champagne
from the storeroom,

and he entered the room
30 seconds after me.

He pretended to be looking
for the toilet, but

it was clear why he was there,
if you know what I mean.

Was he the type who'd jump on
anything that moves?

He was handsome and he knew it.

DAPHNE: The victim's girlfriend
is Vera Borgman.

I tried to reach her,
but her phone is off.

But I found a video
of her and her boyfriend,

from a gallery security camera,
I'll send it to you.

ADAM: Okay.

After that, I lose them.

There was water in the gas tank.

Anything new on
the identity of the pilot?

Not yet, but I've sent an alert to

all the airlines that fly into Lille.

We should get a fix on him soon.

ADAM: Good job, thank you, Daphne.

Thank you!

See you soon.

Let's go, Morgane.

ADAM: Morgane?

About what happened
this morning...

We took time to learn

how to work together,

I don't want this incident
to ruin everything.

Oh f*ck, this isn't happening!

What's the matter?

You're preventing me from thinking,
Karadec, that's what's the matter.

Every time I try to concentrate

I see you naked.

Oh, that's just great!

You violated my privacy
and you're the one traumatized,

but it's MY world
being turned upside down!

I have a photographic
memory, Karadec, OK?

I didn't want it.
You're embedded in my brain

until the day I die, you know?

It's not my fault you
never learned how to knock.

(He was color blind!)

Karadec, our stiff was colorblind!

Remember his socks? Mismatched:

one had red stripes

and one had green stripes.

A guy who cares so much about his outfit

wouldn't miss that kind of detail.

In the gallery, the signs for

the storeroom and the toilets

were orange and green.

Thus, he didn't follow the gallery owner

to flirt with her in the toilet,

he went to the wrong door,

he mixed up the colors!

He couldn't fly, then;
he'd never pass the medical exam.

He was a paper airline pilot,

it was a lie for his girlfriend.

Yeah, he had a grease stain
on his pants.

The kind typical of a bicycle derailleur.

And a lot of small change in his pockets,

like he was earning tips all day.

But no, in my opinion he
wasn't an airline pilot,

but rather a delivery guy.
- For who?

I don't know. But I imagine
the napkin he gave his girlfriend

must have come from a
restaurant he worked for.

Ah, "blind test"!

What does this smell remind you of?
- The sea. Shellfish. Shrimp.

Yes, Karadec, it starts with an "H,"

"H", as in?
- "Homard."

Yeah! Lobster!

But it doesn't fit at all
with their rotten napkin.

This shitty paper doesn't
say 'lobster restaurant.'

Yeah, so how about lobster "fast food"?

It's a thing, right?

LOBSTER GOD

It's Marvin.
- Last name?

Lacroix.
He's my husband's nephew.

I'm sorry.

He worked here?
- Yes.

For a long time?
- For...

...a year?
- Mm-hmm.

He was with my
sister in Guadeloupe when she died.

He came here and I took him in.

He wanted a job,

so we took him on as
a delivery man.

GUILLAUME: He's a good guy,

reliable, hardworking...
BELL

An avocado, and a Cheezy!

GUILLAUME: Here he was-
- I'll take one too!

Excuse me.

I want the one with
the orange sauce, there.

A Cheezy?
- That's it. A Cheezy.

It's an opportunity, I want to try it.

We're looking for his girlfriend,

a certain Vera Borgman.
You know her?

No.

I didn't even know he had a girlfriend.
- Mmm-mm.

According to our information,
he claimed to be an airline pilot.

Cheezy and Avocado, who's it for?

Yes!
MORGANE: Ah!

Marvin wasn't a liar,

are you sure
of what you're saying?

His address, please?

Yes, it's...

Can I pay you?
INES: It'll be 12.50.

Oh yeah? It's not cheap, frozen lobster.

TERMINAL BEEPS
Thank you sir.

My condolences.

INES: It's not approving it.
ADAM: Alvaro?

MORGANE: I'm coming!

Yeah, I don't know why it won't work,
must be demagnetized.

TERMINAL BEEPING

OK, know what? It's easier if you
send the bill to the DIPJ in Lille,

attention Cmdr. Karadec, eh?
Get the address from the Internet.

UNLOCKING

KEYS

ADAM: Yes.

(Thank you.)

OK.

Thank you sir.

MORGANE: Yeah, this
isn't really a pilot's pad.

Oh, no, actually.

Vera Borgman hasn't posted
on social media since yesterday,

and hasn't used her mobile.

Looks like she's hiding.

What I don't understand
is that on her profile, the girl

never post a picture of herself

without an expensive c*ck.

How could Marvin
keep up with her financially

on a delivery man's salary?

Good question, Morgane.
- Ah, well, thank you.

There's sand here.

Was he coming back from a beach party?

Morgane?

Don't touch anything until
Tech Services gets here, OK?

(Yeah, not until Tech Services.)

(Thank you.)

Oh f*ck, Karadec!

Listen, Mrs. Koltes,

we traced this watch to you
using its serial number,

is it yours?
-Yes.

What is it doing here?

We found it in the home of this individual:

Do you recognize his face?

Does it say anything to you?

Yes, he's from the gas company,

he came to read
my meter a few weeks ago.

Marvin Lacroix has never
worked for the gas company,

he broke into your home to rob you.

Your insurance was
unaware of your missing watch,

why didn't you report it?

I hadn't noticed it was missing,

I keep it in a drawer,
I haven't seen it in years.

A watch of this value?

It's my son's.

He died 2 years ago.

I don't like seeing it,
it brings back memories.

Have other precious objects
disappeared from your home since?

No. No, but I can check.

ADAM: If you don't mind.
- (Gilles!)

(Come see.)

(Man, she kills me.)

(Hey, psst!)

(Hey, what are you saying?)

Nothing, it's only for
if you work in the service.

Seriously, are you
going to be sulky all week?

Uh, yeah!Yeah!

No one read that article except you!

Hey...

Don't I know you?

No, no, I don't think so.

But aren't you the supercop of Lille,

who solves all the cases?

Come on; of course!

ADAM: Thank you, madame.
We'll call you back.

David?

Right, well, she read it.

Yeah.Obviously.

He stole the watch,
and the rest too.

Well I have a theory...

Morgane, I don't have
time today for your theories,

because we've found Vera Borgman.

DAPHNE: Yeah!

An influencer
who hasn't

posted anything
in 24 hours,

there aren'tNope!
36 options.

Either she's dead,

or she's in digital detox.

I searched her history, and
exactly 1 year ago,

she was doing a zero-technology
retreat at a monastery in Denan.

I called, she's there.

BOTH: She's there.

Nice!

ADAM: Great job.

Great job.

(Great job.)
Great job.

No, seriously, you're 5 year olds.

ADAM: Ms. Borgman.

You are in custody for
the m*rder of Marvin Lacroix.

Sit down, please.

Mmm-mmm.

What?

She took a vow of silence.

If she speaks, she breaks the circle
of consciousness.

The what ?

The circle of consciousness.

LAUGHS

Are you kidding me ?

Given your record,
I wouldn't play that.

I AM INNOCENT

Marvin had been lying to you for months.

Witnesses have seen you.
A video shows

your argument before his death.

You really want to keep quiet?

I would like to speak
to a lawyer, please.

Hey, Jerome, what's going on, huh?

I don't have any more
money, I haven't been paid.

Is Accounting on vacation?

JEROME: It must be because
of your work stoppage.

Eight weeks is
a long time for someone

as essential as you.

OK fine, so it means if we
don't come, we don't get paid?

I'm not a civil servant?

I was dumped by my boyfriend,

I needed leave, don't
the police plan for that?

No!

We won't get anything
from Vera Borgman tonight,

we'll resume tomorrow
with her lawyer present.

OK. Come on, can we go?
I'm exhausted

and I can't take it anymore.

What do you mean, "we"?

Didn't we say that I was
sleeping at your house tonight?

No, I don't think so.

Oh really?
- No.

Oh good.

Besides, Roxane is
coming over later to sleep...

eat, the two of us, at home, so...

Except if you have nowhere else.
- No!

Lots of options, uh...

lots of options, so...

OK.
-No problem.

Good, good, great.

See you tomorrow.
- Yes!

Good night, Jerome.

Good night, Commander.

Hey, whadaya know, roommate?

Tell me, is there a way
I could crash on your couch?

(Okay.)

(It has the advantage of being clear.)

Tell me, Jerome...

I live with my mother, it's
small, there's no guest room.

OK.

DOORBELL

Henri!

It's good, because...

Yes?
It's good, because...

Yes?
I was wondering...

I was wondering...

Morgane, this is
a bad time.

I'm going to
see my mother.

Your mother?
Henri-

she's still alive ?

Yes. Actually, no.
She just died.

The hospital called me,

I go.

Ah, sh*t, so sudden, yeah...

Er, how?

Accident. Car.

I said to her: "Mom, call
Uncle Jules,

after 100 we
don't drive anymore."

But she... she...
She had the head of mule.

I'm sorry, Henri. I...

Yes- No, was there something
I can do for you?

No, er, no, no!
Henri, go see your mother!

It's the last- er, yes...
You know what I mean.

Otherwise, you'll tell me.
- No, no...

I'll figure it out.

Hey, hi honey!
It's me, how are you?

THEA: Hi, mom, where are you?
Your camera isn't working.

I'm at a hotel. Wi-Fi sucks, so I...

It's better without video.

In a hotel? Cool! Do you
have a big bed?

Seriously! When I
came back to the room,

there was a towel laid
out shaped like a swan.

And there are lights in all the
closets. It's not insane, is it?

Classy. Can I come tomorrow?

No, it's not ideal because
they start work tomorrow.

It's gonna be a mess.

But see you soon.

Tell me...

Are Elliot and Ludo there?

THEA: They're already in bed.

LUDO: Turn off that TV!
ELLIOT: It's not done!

DOG BARKS, KNOCKING
Honey, I'll call you back.

Wait- Sweetie, it's room service,
I have to get it.

GUARD: You mustn't stay here, lady!

THEA: Okay.
MORGANE: Kisses.

Yes, yes, it's fine! It's fine!

I'm moving.

The nerve of hotels, I swear!

I reserve, I pay, I
show up at the counter,

the guy said to me:
"Uh, well, we're overbooked,

we don't have a room."

What kind of world do we live in?

There are so
many shameless people.

MORGANE: Huh! It's absurd!

Anyway, thanks a lot
for helping me out because,

I won't hide it,
I was a bit in the sh*t.

I promise: tomorrow, I disappear.

It needs a little...

(It doesn't matter.)

I tell you what I'm gonna do,
I'll sh**t them one

one of those comments myself,
and a memorable note.

I'm not a cash cow.

SCOFFS
Overbooked.

I don't give a
damn about overbooking.

(I swear.)

It's all right, right?
That's enough?

Yeah, first-class.

I want some too, actually.
Ketchup. Please.

Here.

It's delicious, but it's bland.

Can you pass
me the ketchup please?

Thank you.

Mmm!

It brings out the flavors.

There you go!

Enjoy your meals, uh?

Did I do something to upset him?

He's cute when he gets angry.

We haven't closed the deal!

Come on, cheers!

ROXANE & ADAM
IN NEXT ROOM

SIGHS

ROXANE LAUGHS

...

SIGHS

...

...

SIGHS

SIGHS

BIRDS

We have 15 minutes.

Twenty.

KNOCKING

MORGANE: Hey Kara,
are you sleeping?

(Ssh!)

(We play dead.
She's going to leave.)

I knew you weren't sleeping!

Oh no, no, this
can't be happening, get out.

I just thought of something
about the victim we missed completely.

Marvin isn't a thief!

The items found in his home

weren't stolen to give to his girlfriend,

they were given to him!

For example: the sunglasses.

The influencer did a promo video

for them 3 weeks ago,

then she gave them to him!

And then there's the watch:

The gallery owner said
she kept it at

the bottom
of a drawer for years.

Yeah, but the watch runs great;

she had changed the battery

before giving it to Marvin.

That's why she
didn't file a complaint!

The best part is the
wad of money, the money.

I don't know if you're aware...

Put down my pants!
- Wait, I'll show you.

Look.

There! I'm getting in,

Move over. Make room for me.

Look.

You see there?

That is

the serial number of the bill.

The first numeral indicates

the issuing country.

So for example, "X" is Germany.

"U", France.

ROOSTER

Don't ask me why
those letters with those countries,

it's weird,
but that's how it is.

The bills get circulated, okay?

But the really weird thing
is that in Marvin's room,

3/4 of the tickets start
with the same letter.

An "S."

That means they came from...?

You always like this in the morning?

Slovenia?

But, if you were listening
I told you the letter

has nothing to do with
the name of the country.

"S" is for

Italy!

And who have we just met

who appears to make a lot of
round trips to Italy?

(Karadec!)

No, I've never seen him before.

Ophelia Belli!
The chick who found the body.

That makes three chicks that
have no connection to each other,

who either gave overpriced
gifts or lots of moolah

to our 25-year-old hunk.

And all lied about the info at
the time of the investigation.

So in my opinion, the
Marvin didn't just deliver,

if you see what I mean.

He was an escort!

There you go!
It was worth waking up to.

Can I hit you up for 20? Card problem.
But I'll pay you back.

Shall I make you an omelet?

LAUGHING

I met him on an escort site.

I paid to see him, but...
it wasn't sexual between us.

We used to do it

in my garden, in the kitchen...

in the pool, too!

I saw him when I wanted.

It was more like...

a nice friendly relationship.

He accompanied me to my
events without being jealous.

I just had to pay him
€200 an hour. Cheap.

We went to restaurants...

went for walks...

We'd screw for hours.

With 75,000 followers
I can't afford to get dumped,

with Marvin I felt
like I was in control.

I started getting
jealous of other women.

I didn't see it coming.

It was then I realized I
was getting attached.

It's been 10 days since
we last saw each other.

Last week,

he showed up
with bruises on his face.

He told me that he was
beaten up by another escort.

We were dancing at the Latina Café,

I don't know, I didn't
understand it, a guy came in

and jumped on him for no reason...

I'm sure he was assaulted.

He was ready to k*ll him.

He was supposed to come
to my house last night, late.

When he didn't come, I texted him.

He replied asking
me for my address.

Yesterday, after the
party, I told him how I felt.

He replied that I
was just a client to him.

I was...

so humiliated.

It seemed strange to me.

Especially since...

he knew the house perfectly well.

I made a big scene.

Yes, it was a little violent.

But I didn't k*ll him.

He left right after!

It must have been his k*ller
wanting to get rid of the body,

and blame me.

We'll check the
alibis for Marvin's clients.

They say he was recently
assaulted by another escort.

Suspect description?
- Caucasian, brunette, thirties.

Super fit according to the influencer,
he won't get far.

DAPHNE: There are dozens
of them in Lille.

It'll take days.

You have to make do.
I would question number

12,

24,

and 36.

If not, we can go
straight to the hunting ground.

What do you mean?
- Marvin got mugged

at the Latina Café.
It's an escort landmark.

So I was was thinking
I could go take a look.

Wait. We both go and pretend
to be potential customers.

That's good, right?

Your plan is to go have
c*ck and

accost good-looking brunette guys?

Why not ?

It's a great plan!

MORGANE LAUGHS

Hey: "La-dies night"!

SALSA

...

I'll take it, thanks.

...

You need an approach strategy.

Yeah. I'm an anthropology
student preparing a thesis on...

MORGANE: WOOO HOOO!

It's my turn !

...a thesis on shamanic divination
in South America. That's my cover.

Whoa, that's sharp!
- What's this about a thesis?

In this case, I will be a business lawyer

working on a sensitive case

and has come to decompress.

OK, I understand. What's my cover?

You keep an eye on the table.

Wait, we went out for "ladies night,"
you're not going to be sulky!

I don't know, Morgane. Who made
you join the police?

Who covers for your bullshit
morning 'til night?

Who put you up for two months?

It was all me! And you,

you criticize my squad
in the press.

No, that's not nice!

She's so short-tempered.

Morgane, have you ever
tried to apologize?

Occasionally, that works.

DAPHNE: Sorry!

I know you're
pissed off about the article!

But you also betrayed me!
- Me? Betray? HA!

Absolutely! You had
everyone befriend Roxane

when I was depressed!

She tried to kick me out!

You want to talk about the times
I fought for you?

Ha! Fought? Fought, my a*s!
I gor reinstated on my own!

Besides, you forced me
to do a stupid internship.

Stupid internship? Show me where you
ever played the game!

Good evening! It sounds
tense here, why not relax a little?

A little privacy!
- We're talking !

BELL

Avocado, and the Cheezy.

He worked with Marvin!

STOP HIM!

"f*ck"!

It's good, I've got him!

Well, that's great teamwork,
Morgane.

Hello David,
how are you?

Hello,Hello David,
Commander.how are you?

Hello,Thanks.
Commander.

Thanks.

Sacha?
- Yes.

Why did you attack Marvin
at Cafe Latina?

The woman who
accompanied him recognized you.

We also found your escort profile.

How long have you been doing this?

Did you tell Marvin about it?

Yeah, I was friends with Marvin.

I had told him that I was
an escort some evenings.

At first, it made
him uncomfortable.

And 3 months ago

he wanted to make some
money, so I introduced him to girls.

And that b*stard
siphoned off my clientele.

Is that why the fight,
he stole your clients?

A matter of respect.

You have to mark your
territory, or you're dead.

Like Marvin.

But it wasn't enough.
10 days later, you had...

a rematch?

I had no reason to k*ll him.
When we fought

he told me he was going to hang it up.

He told you that?

He told you why?
- No.

And I didn't ask.

Where were you
the night of the m*rder?

Uh, with a client.

I imagine if you don't tell
her husband, she'll testify.

DOORBELL

Ludo...Morgane? Have you
seen the time?

I know. I wanted to tell you...

Morgane! It's 1 am.
The children are in bed,

and I have a big day tomorrow.

I wanted to apologize.

Apologize and tell you...

I wasn't up to it,

and I care about you. That's it.

I care for you.

Maybe not as you
would like, but...

I care for you. There.

Morgane.

It's still a little early
to forgive you, but...

I'm working on it.

See you Friday,
I'll bring the children over, all right?

(Yes!)

DOORBELL

I don't believe it.

The prefecture closed my hotel

due to a bedbug infestation.

My life really sucks, it never changes!

I put this aside for you.

That's really nice,

thank you!

I'm starving!

I love bolognaise!
- It's arrabiata.

'Or the'...?
- Arrabiata.

Okay. And Roxane, isn't she here?

No, she's with friends.
- Oh good.

And our escort,
what did he give up?

It's not him. He has an alibi.

Oh sh*t!

It's stupid.

You actually brush for
three minutes?

Mm-hmm.

Every day?

Mm-hmm.

Well, speak.

According to his colleague,

Marvin Lacroix had been
a prost*tute for 3 months.

But he planned
to quit, soon.

But he plannedMmm.
to quit, soon.

His room had the ambience of

c*ck and holey underpants.

If he was an escort to get
rich, he would have paid for stuff.

He wouldn't have kept his
money in a punching bag,

it makes no sense.

He had a plan.

But what?

TIMER

0-0-0. In his room,

there was a big suitcase
with the code 000, as if it were

brand new, that he
hadn't touched it yet.

He had planned to leave.
- Yes!

Wow, there...
- We make a good team.

Yeah, honestly, we do.
- This time, you're not naked!

What're you doing there, Karadec?

I'm scrubbing my tongue.

What ?
- You wash your tongue?

Yeah, for...

for oral... hygiene.

Do you have projects or...

I'll have Daphne check the airlines-
- Yes. Yes!

Do you know where
you're sleeping tomorrow night?

Roxane's at her place.

Oh yeah? No, but I'll find something.

Great. I can loan
you some money.

No! I have a Plan B, so...

no worries.
- OK. Great.

Good night, Morgane.
- Yes, good night.

Remember to turn off-
- No, no, of course...

(Meh.)

SIGHS

You were right.

2 weeks ago,
Marvin Lacroix booked

a one-way ticket from
Paris to Guadeloupe.

He paid cash.

Departure scheduled for tomorrow.

I don't understand.

The guy books his
ticket really early

and selects a rotten seat
in the middle.

Nobody takes that
when there are good choices.

Unless...

he's not alone.

DAPHNE: The adjoining seat

was booked too.
- There! So, another question :

why is the guy
sitting by the toilet?

Two options: either
he caught cystitis,

always possible in the escort
field, part of the business risk.

or he was traveling with
someone who has pressing needs

of the female type.

Pregnant!

I would rather opt
for the second version,

it explains why the guy
started escorting 3 months ago.

He needed money because
he was gonna be a daddy.

Call the airlines, please.
DAPHNE: Yeah.

Find out who this woman is.

For punishment,

I already know who the mom is.

Hee hee hee!

Hey, I wanted to ask
you, does it work for you,

the anti-nausea bracelet?

Because it
didn't work for me, nothing.

On the other hand, these sourballs,

I ate them at the start
of each pregnancy,

I'd eat them all day
until I couldn't eat any more.

Unbeatable!

You're knocked up, right?
And the father, it's Marvin.

Not here, please.

Marvin and I never saw it coming.

When he came to Lille,

Guillaume proposed we put him up
while he looked for an apartment.

At first he annoyed me,
but gradually...

We did everything to resist it, but
it was stronger than us.

You fell in love.

I get pregnant
every time I fall in love.

INES: The baby wasn't planned,

at first I didn't want to keep it,
I didn't see how it was possible.

Without Guillaume,
we'd have no jobs.

But Marvin knew money was a problem,
and started working odd jobs at night,

and borrowed money from a friend.

I started to think it was possible.

He'd have done anything to save.

Did your partner know
you were going to leave?

No.

But he's been weird lately.

The day before yesterday, he came
home and hugged me really tight.

He was not well.

He was afraid of losing me.

You think he k*lled Marvin?

I had a feeling, yeah.

Inès avoided my gaze
at the restaurant.

She avoided me
when I tried to kiss her.

I thought it would pass,
that if she was lying to me,

it was because
she still cared about me.

I was afraid if I confronted her,
I would lose her.

And did you confront Marvin?

No!

ADAM: You knew
he was with your woman.

I felt it was obvious
that something was up.

So I...

I looked at his bike's GPS.

His bike has GPS?

See, some of the delivery bikes
at the restaurant were stolen,

so I put trackers on them.

I was able to follow Marvin.

I saw he was going to my house in
the evenings, when I wasn't there.

But I swear:
I swear I didn't k*ll him.

Can I see the app in question?

ADAM: The blue dot
is Marvin's bike?

GUILLAUME: Yes, that's him.

What was he
doing in this lost hole?

BEEPING

Yeah.

...

Okay...

...

It's beeping, it's beeping...

FASTER BEEPING

Will you stay here?
- Yeah.

Morgane?

BUILDING PERMIT

Daphne?

Send me everything you
can find on a 'Noah Toussaint.'

'Toussaint' like tous saint,
'Noah' like Yannick.

Kick

Be here soon?
- I'm here.

Can you give me the address?

Karadec!

We found our crime scene.

The house belongs to a Noah
Toussaint, who died 2 years ago.

Look.

My gosh,

looks like Marvin's brother.
ADAM: Mm-hmm.

That's crazy.

Would you look at that...

Is that your son Noah?

Yes.

The resemblance to Marvin
is troubling, is it not?

The house under
construction was for him.

He was to live there.

After his death, I couldn't sell it.

He was my only child.

I waited for him to come back,

knocking on my door,

tell me: "Mom, they
got it wrong, here I am."

Then one day you met Marvin.

The first time I saw him,

I thought it was him.

I ran after him.

It was so disturbing.

He thought I liked him.

He offered to see me
again in exchange for money.

You paid to see him again,

pretending he's your son?

Have you ever
lost someone, Commander?

If you could spend a few hours

with this person,

even knowing that it's a lie,

would you resist?

What happened the
night of the m*rder, Mrs. Koltes?

Three days ago,

he told me by text
that he was leaving.

Just like that, without explanation.

I didn't understand.

I insisted that we see
each other one last time.

I was thinking

that if I offered
him Noah's house,

he would change his mind.

He refused my gift.

He told me we wouldn't
see each other again.

He started...

to go.

You took the shovel.

I couldn't let him abandon me.

I hit him, I hit him, I hit him!

I didn't want him to go...

I don't know what happened to me.

Hey! "Big up the team!"

How we managed!

No, but honestly,

between Daphne, who found
Vera all the way at an ashram,

Céline, who made a tackle
worthy of the Rugby XV,

and Gilles, who made...

probably a bunch
of stuff...

we're a tough f*cking team!
Eh? Come on!

'One for all...'?

Come on, Gilles.

'All for one'!
ALL: Yeah !

Well, see, it's good you say that,

because I have a problem
with my Carte Bleue.

It would help me out if
one of you could give me €200.

Morgane, don't take advantage.

DOORBELL

Good evening, Henry.
- (Morgane!)

I told myself

you might need some comfort,

it might be nice to bring you
your favorite dish.

Veal blanquette?

Veal blanquette. I didn't
make it, it's better.

Thank you, Morgane.

How are you? Holding up?

Yes. I have cousins
​​who came from Marseilles.

Come in, have a drink with us.

No no no, I'll leave you
with the family.

See you? Go on!

Be brave!

Hello? Morgane?

You okay?

Yes, and you ?

Yes. Listen, I was in your

neighborhood, and I was
wondering if we could...

have dinner together tonight.
Or not.

Of course, my dear!
You can sleep at the house.

You're sure?

Of course!
Listen, there's everything you need.

Besides, I bought a new
mattress for your room,

in anticipation.

In anticipation of what?

Well listen...

You know well.

I was hoping it would last
a little longer, Ludo and you,

but you tried,
that's good enough.

HANGS UP

Hello ?

GRUMBLES

...

I found fingerprints
everywhere:

the windows, the glass
table, the bathroom mirror.

And she gets crumbs
everywhere in the living room.

How does it get on the carpet, unless
she eats at night while we're asleep?

It's okay, she's gone.
You'll have some tranquility.

Besides, she talks all the time:
talks all day,

talks all night, even
while brushing her teeth.

Are you available tomorrow,
for my sister's birthday?

Oh f*ck.

What?

She left the ketchup open,

who does that after 12 years old?

Thank you.

Oh...

I'm going to bed; you coming?

Yes. I've almost finished my report.

Okay.

ROMAIN DESTATKARADEC
DISAPPEARANCESHOOTING

ROMAIN DESTAT DISAPPEARANCE

2004 - REPORTED
BY MORGANE ALVARO

SIGHS

...

TOOTHBRUSHING

...

SIGHS

...

...

SCRAPING

...

At first he annoyed me...

He's cute when he gets angry.

...but gradually...

I was getting attached.

"BE MY BABY" BY THE RONNETTES

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