05x05 - Crack, Pshiiit, Haaaa

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OOO LA LA LA LA
BY RAYELLE

GILLES: CRIME SCENE.
HERE'S THE ADDRESS

SPARKING,
GIBBERISH,
OOO LA LA LA LA PAUSES

MORGANE: It can't be!

How many times do I have to
tell you not to plug this thing in?

And even the transformer we're
using is extremely dangerous,

there are 60,000 volts in there!

THÉA: Yes, okay, it may be
dangerous, but it's the only way to get TV!

And there's nothing
to eat in this rotten RV!

ELIOTT: Yeah, she's right, at
worst we can go back to supercop's.

- No, we don't want that!

And the last thing I need today

from you all is to be
electrocuted! Understand?

NEIGHBOR: Hey!
- What?

I hope you're not seeing clients in there!

I don't want the cops showing up here!

MUTTERS
- Why is this idiot talking to me?

OOO LA LA LA LA
RESUMES

GILLES: MADMAN ON THE PREMISES.
I'LL CALL YOU WHEN IT'S SAFE.

HEADPHONE LEAKAGE
OOO LA LA LA LA

GILLES: What're doing, what're doing?
SHE YELPS

- Let go! Ow!

- Arrgh! You can't just
show up at any time!

MUFFLED SOUNDS OF SHOUTING
- What do we have?

A guy is barricaded in that building!

MUFFLED
Go f*ck yourselves!

SOUND OF SHOTS
SHE YELPS

- A neighbor called us.
The guy is 22, from Saint-Jean,

unemployed, and recently
lost his unemployment benefits.

ADAM: We should talk about calling RAID.*
* SWAT

For insurance.
SOUND OF BARK

MUFFLED SHOUT,
SOUND OF SHOT

- Are you stupid, or what?

BARK SOUNDS

- Hello, how are you?
- Fine, and you?

- All right, fine.

MUFFLED SHOUTS

. . .
- I sent you some texts, did you get them?

- Texts? Uh...

BARK SOUND
Yeah, no, sorry, I haven't had time

with moving and all that.

. . .
- Okay.

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

How are you? You left quickl-
- Sssh.

- What?
- Sssh!

BARK SOUNDS
- Okay!

It's fine! Come on,
I have it! Everything's fine!

- Morgane. Morgane!
- No, no, don't worry!

- Morgane, the sh**ter!
- No Gilles, there's no sh**ter,

everything's fine!

- That mutt, do you hear it?
BARK SOUND

He'll bark in 3, 2, 1...

. . .
Woof!

And he'll bark again
in 4 seconds— but twice!

. . .
Woof woof! You see?

Do you know many dogs

that bark in rhythm like that?

BARK & SHOT SOUNDS

- Morgane! Take cover! Now!
- Let's go! Come on!

SHOUTING &
BARK SOUNDS

- Not to mention the voice of our 'madman,'

the guy's supposedly
locked in a 20 m² garage

and his voice echoes like he's
speaking to us in a cathedral!

And look carefully:

to keep daylight out he covers
his windows with geek magazines.

So, from this I deduce that it's simply—
BARK SOUND

—there you go!— a gamer who
forgot to turn off his console.

SHOT & BARK SOUNDS

I told you, no one was k*lled!

Oh... well so much for me.

HPI THEME

HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

THE LILLE
MUSKETEERS

KARIM: I think the death took
place this morning at around 8.

Yes, it looks like an allergic reaction.
An autopsy will tell us which one,

but there's an epinephrine
injector lying over there

on the shelf, therefore
it must not have been his first.

GILLES: We went around
the kitchen, in the cupboards

we found quite a few products
guaranteed peanut-free,

he had to be allergic to peanuts.

Uh, can I have some?

- Oh, here.
- Not too much.

Hey hey, don't go overboard!

MORGANE: Doc? Choco raisin?

- Not possible.
MORGANE: Oh. Karadec,

I won't offer you-
- I'll do without.

GILLES:
Mmm!

- So, he has a crisis mid-game,

he crawls to get an EpiPen,
disconnecting his headphones

and sending the audio to the
speakers. But he can't reach it.

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

and dies from suffocation on the stairs.

It could be an accident-
MORGANE: Oh jeez!

He's good, this m*rder*r!

- 'm*rder*r'?
- Yes, the m*rder*r of our victim! Look:

The bottom shelf, the dusty one.
There's the outline of his injector.

So it must be there usually.

Except look: it was put here.

And under it?
Thppt! No outline.

In my opinion it was moved—

—by the same person who
tampered with the candy.

- Mmmm?

- Ah! You found one too?

MOUTH FULL
- Huh? Me?

MORGANE: There, see!

- What?
- A choco raisin with a peanut! Look—

They're not exactly the same color.

Here's one with a raisin,

and one with a peanut.

The perfect weapon for bumping off
someone mortally allergic to peanuts!

Here's what happened.

Our guy's in front of his screen as usual,

eating his chocolates,

when suddenly he comes across a peanut!

What happens is immediate,
when you're allergic.

He knows it right away: what does he do?

He crawls to his auto-injector,
but it's not in its spot!

I'll help or you'll never
find it: It's up there, look!

Go on, stretch out your arm!

Look! Go on, go champ!
HE GROANS

You're so close!
HE COUGHS

SADLY
Aw sh*t. It goes fast, huh?

ADAM: Doc, will you send
the candy to the lab for analysis?

- Of course.
- Oh. Heh. Oopsie!

LAUGHS
All out. Gilles, you have some left?

Ah, sh*t.

- Okay. Great, outstanding.
Thanks Daphné, see you soon.

The victim's sister is
waiting for us at the PJ.

She might tell us a little more about him.

- Oh, well great!

- Morgane?
- Yeah?

DEPARTING SIREN

Is everything fine with us?

- Yeah, peachy-keen, why?

- I don't know, I—
maybe— did something,

to give you the impression

that I don't want you in my house.

- If you 'maybe did something'?

Well no, no, you kindly welcomed
me when I was in housing trouble,

now I've found a solution.

We're not gonna
lie to each other.

You're a little
complicated at home, huh?

- Yes, but, well...

...'Us,' then...
- 'Us'?

Oh! (Yeah...)
CHUCKLE

You want to talk about
our sexual relationship?

In terms of logistics,
I'm a half-hour from your place, uh,

when I say half an hour,
it's more like 45 minutes with traffic.

And it's not like we were together, either!

But it was nice.

In any case, I'll keep a good memory of it.

Oh, while I have you here, um—

—what should we arrange for Leo?

Our old schedule was 50-50, does that

still suit you, or
do you want to change?

- No, 50-50 seems very good to me.

- So what I suggest is that since
you're more of a morning person than me-

- Yes.
- you drop him at daycare in the morning,

I pick him up in the evening,
and for nights we alternate.

What do you think? Does it suit you?

- I think it's very good.

- There, one good thing done.
- Wait, about Léo—

Can you give this to Léo tonight?

I slept with it so
that it smells like me.

I thought he must be a bit
upset with all these changes, so...

A little bit of me at your place. Ha.

I think it might be good for him.

- You at my house? Uh, yes, naturally.

Uh, yes, I'll pass it on. Hup!
- It's for a bond. Does it bug you?

- Not at all. I'm off, meet you at the PJ?
- Wonderful.

- Hello, Cmdr Karadec.

- Oriane Leblanc.

- I'm sorry about your brother.

Were you close?

- Uh, not really, no.

I try to get news of him
from time to time, but...

Apart from video games, there
was nothing that really interested him.

- Oriane, we think that Quentin's
m*rder*r used his allergy to k*ll him.

Do you know if many people
were aware of his condition?

- Uh... kind of everyone.

He didn't hide it.

The last time he had a
seizure was during a match

in front of 3,000 people.
- A match? He did sports?

- Yes- well, 'e-sports.'

- Yeah, so, you have a
big boomer in front of you,

so you'll have to start
all over from the beginning.

'E-sports,' Karadec, are
video game competitions, all right?

There is no ball!
What did he play?

- Uh, Enaël Quest.

He was part of the Lille
Musketeers at the beginning,

when they won the 2021 European
Championship in Rotterdam.

But they fired him the next
year when they turned pro.

They thought he wasn't at that level.

- The 'Lille Musketeers,' you said?

- Yes. That's the team name, why?

- We found this t-shirt at Quentin's
this morning, it's the 2025 edition.

You're sure he wasn't
involved with them anymore?

- Yes, I'm sure.
It had ended badly with them.

I don't understand what
he was doing with that.

- Ms Alvaro?
The commissioner's looking for you.

CELINE: Very good status,
lifelong stability.

MUMBLES

- Mmm— it's just a formality!
That's it, a formality.

MUTED
It's a little course, very easy.

- Well if it's about the m*rder weapon,

I want to say that I ate
as much as Gilles did,

so, uh-
- m*rder weapon? What?

Well, you know what,
I don't want to know!

I have great news for you!

- Really?
- Absolutely!

So here we are, after four
years of good and loyal service,

I think it's high time to offer
you professional development!

- Yes! A raise! Well
it's about time, huh?

- Well, uh, no, it's not
a raise, it's much better—

—a change in status!
I suggest

you become a civil servant!

So, you'd get meal
vouchers, lifetime employment,

and RTT.* And for that,
* COMP TIME

all you have to do is take a little test.

- A test? What test?

- Thepoliceofficerexamination.
- No, are you serious?!

So, okay, like the idiots
here? With their whistles?

Directing traffic at the roundabout?

Have you taken a
good look at me recently?

- Sit down. I'm going to
put my cards on the table.

I have a little problem with
HR regarding your current status,

and it would help me
a lot if you officially

joined the police force
by passing this test.

It's just a formality, I assure you.

I managed to emergency-register
you for a written session

the day after tomorrow in Calais.

Be aware, this is high school level,
with your 160 IQ it'll be easy.

- No, let's make something
clear: I'm not a cop, okay?

That was the original deal, right?

- No, I know your anti-cop stance,
it's crazy!

And a little hurtful!

You've been working for
us for almost five years,

are you or are you not one of us?

I. Am. Not. A. Cop! Okay?

And there's no way that will change.

- But it won't change anything!

And we can even get-

a uniform exemption.

SIGHS

ADAM:
The victim's ex-teammates train here.

PAOLA: Hello?
- Hello.

- This is the pros' zone,
others are over there.

- Yeah, we know, we came
to see the Three Musketeers.

EXCITED SHOUTING

- Well, they're right there.

Although, they're in the middle of
competing. They're almost finished.

So, you can wait for them
in the lunch space there.

GAMERS CONFERRING

ADAM: Okay.

BLAND FUNKY MUSIC

. . .

Ahhh.

- Wow!
- Think that talking badly to girls

makes you a good man?
For Women's Day,

Powerfizz is committed to
fighting sexism in e-sports!

Well, frankly, even if it means
taking a stand against sexism,

the guys could've
put a girl in their ad, right?

ADAM: You're not wrong.

WEARY EXHALE
Well what the hell are they doing?

- What did Celine want?

- Celine?
- Mmm.

- Nothing.

NORMAN: ...you destroyed
their base at the last moment!

DAMIEN:
I'm too focused on the center line,

it wasn't protecting
anything on the right.

DAMIEN: Sorry for the wait,
huh? We have a big day.

We don't have a lot of
time before our next match,

so keep it short, you
can followup if necessary.

What channel are you from?

- 'Channel'?
- On the other hand, guys,

you have to do sponsored
posts for social media.

Come on.
NORMAN: Happily, Paol-ita.

CAMERA CLICKING
- Yeah, that's good.
Yeah, that's good.

. . .

Nice move there, Norman.
. . .

One last quick one.
. . .

Good, I'll leave you.

ADAM: Thank you.
MOBILE RINGS

- "Yes," yeah, I booked you an
interview, I'll call you back. Great.

Okay, so we are the Lille Musketeers.

May I present Norman,
our millennial of tempered steel,

Eren, genius of the
attack, and I'm Damien,

but you know me as 'Van Dam.'

We're European Champions,
three-time Champions of France,

We started Enaël Quest in 2021.

There are people who say I secretly
mortgaged my grandmother's house

to get us to the European
Championship in Rotterdam, but...

I'll warn you: I'll only answer
in the presence of my lawyer.

ADAM & MORGANE: Hmm.

- You're not filming?

- No. But thanks for the rundown.

ADAM: Lille PJ, Crime
Squad. What interests us

is your relationship with Quentin Leblanc,

your former teammate.

- Lille PJ? You're both cops?

- No! No no, hold it.

He's a cop, I'm not! Surely not.

- Morgane, don't complicate everything.

- Wait, I don't understand,
are you from the police or not?

MORGANE: Ah. No!
- Ms Alvaro is a police consultant.

MORGANE: There you
go! So, nothing to see.

- Well, we have a match to play.

You want to talk to us about
Quentin? What happened?

- He was m*rder*d this morning.
NORMAN: What?

- Oh. Hold on...

You don't suspect us?

We haven't seen Quentin for years.

- Yet you won your first
championship with him,

I imagine that creates bonds?

What happened? Why
did you cut ties with him?

- Nothing special. When we
went pro he wasn't at that level.

He left the team.

ADAM: And no more contact since?

ADAM: This t-shirt
looks familiar, I imagine?

We found it in his home on the couch.

It's the 2025 version.

How come he has this t-shirt
if you no longer have contact?

- I don't know,

he maybe bought it from an online store.

It proves nothing.
- Norman, stop.

I'm sorry, we have
nothing to do with this.

And now we have to resume training,

so if you have more questions
you should see our legal department.

PSHIIIT

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

AH! STOP!

Don't drink it! When you
opened them they didn't 'crack,'

that means that it's already
been opened and is no good!

You shouldn't drink it!

RETCHING, COUGHING

- Hey!
. . .

. . .

ADAM: Hey, hey hey hey hey-
. . .

PAOLA: What's going on here?

- Hey! Hey young man! Young man!
. . .

ADAM: Hey! Hey!
. . .

- Norman!
. . .

- I'll call for help.

- Norman!
- I'll call for help.

CELINE: Any news about
the gamers? Are they all right?

- The doctors say they
were poisoned with fentanyl.

Norman da Silva is dead,
Damien Morel is in intensive care.

NURSE: Room...
- The only one who avoided

the attack is Eren Yilmaz.

He only took a sip,
his symptoms are mild.

- sh*t.

First Quentin Leblanc,
now his three teammates.

Why is someone attacking
the whole pro team?

- That's the question, since
Quentin left the team in 2021,

six months after winning
the European Championship.

So if someone's targeting all four,

it's probably because something
happened around that time.

Celine? Uh... I'll call you back
as soon as I have any news, okay?

- Okay, okay.

- Hello.

Are you Eren's mother?
MERYEM: Yes.

- Cmdr Karadec, I'm
taking care of investigating

what happened to your son and his friends.

He's awake, you can
go see him. You're allowed to.

- I prefer not to, thank you.

- Can I offer you a coffee?

MORGANE: Are you kidding
me Théa? What did I say?

'No electricity when
I'm not here,' damn it!

But I have to dry my hair!

- It's super-dangerous! I remind you,

your brother puts everything
in his mouth at the moment!

So 'no means no,' okay?

MUTTERS
What did I do with your pacifier?

Hold on, don't move...

Pacifier, pacifier, come on...

((Mmm...))

BREATHES RAGGEDLY,
TREMBLES, TEARS UP

Phew... Okay, little-
LÉO BEGINS CRYING

FROM OUTSIDE
LAËTITIA: Your grandpa Serge
told me a lot about you.

- What the hell is she doing here?

- Kids, you can call me grandma,

even if I'm young, it doesn't bother me.

- What's going on here?

- Oh, Morgane!
- You're not the woman from the train?

- Go inside, go inside the caravan.
- I'm glad to see you again,

so we're doing things right this time!
I'm- I'm Laëtitia, your step-mother,

I brought you this licence-

- Stuff your license, what are you
doing here? What do you want from us?

Oh yes, you're a direct person.

Well, your father warned
me, so I'm going to be too.

I came for the inheritance.

- What inheritance?

- Your father's hidden money.

I know you didn't
find it in Boulogne-sur-Mer,

but it's somewhere!

I don't care about the RV, don't worry.

I know about the rest.

SERGE: Morgane,
if you're seeing this video,

it will mean we missed
each other because...

I'm...

I'm dead.

I simply wanted to say goodbye.

LAËTITIA: You have to talk
about the money, I have to know.

SERGE: I met an extraordinary woman,

her name is Laëtitia,
and I've decided to

ensure her future
when I'm no longer here,

to bequeath her half of my fortune,

plus my assets in
Luxembourg, my bitcoins,

my shares in Google, Apple-

- I know, all this
is probably not official,

but frankly I don't care
as long as I have my share.

- No— girl, are you serious?
LAUGHING

Sorry, I shoudn't laugh— but
what are we talking about here?

Apple stock? Bitcoins?
There's nothing at all!

Can't you see the guy didn't even
have enough to buy new pajamas?

You got screwed, girl!

he dangled the jackpot
in front of you so you'd be his nurse,

what do you want me to tell you?
Hey, know what?

Want your share of
the inheritance? Well,

I'll give you his failed
business registrations! Happy?

- So you don't want to share, is that it?

- Share what?
Don't you understand?

There's nothing! Nothing!
"Nada," "niente"!

- Okay, okay, if you wanna
take it like that, watch!

- and even if I still don't understand
why you work with the cops—

—I'm sorry, I can't understand that—
LAUGHS

—I know it cost you a lot...

to lie to them, to cover for me

when it all went to hell.
So I ask you for forgiveness.

- You work for the police, right?

I'm not sure they'd appreciate
it if I showed them this.

So, you know what?

You have 24 hours to think about it!

RECEDING FOOTSTEPS

NEIGHBOR:
Hey! Settle your turf w*r elsewhere!

- What the hell is it with you?

- I don't want any trouble with
the police, I already told you!

- What is he talking
to me about, this guy?

MERYEM: It's been a while
since I last spoke to Eren.

Since his father's death.

I couldn't do it anymore.

- Can I ask you why?

- His father had no education.

So he put pressure
on him to succeed in school.

ADAM: Mm-hmm.

- But one day we discovered
Eren wasn't going to classes.

We bled ourselves dry to pay
for his technical school, and he

cut class every day
playing video games.

- It wasn't cool he told you
he wanted to become a pro player?

- He told us he was
training for a championship.

At the time, we panicked.

My husband wanted to forbid
him from going to that place.

And, and Eren called
him a 'failure without ambition.'

He left, slamming the door.

It k*lled my husband.

Literally, in fact.

Three days after the argument
he had a heart attack.

When we got to the hospital,
he wanted to speak to Eren.

He didn't want it to
end that way between them,

and he wanted to hear his son's voice.

We called him, but he was
in Rotterdam for the finals.

He never called us back.

And my husband died later that night.

SNIFFLES

. . .

GULPS

He's my son, I'll always love him.

But I don't understand him.

Only his matches matter to him.

. . .

Thank you for the coffee.

- Daphné, can you dig
deeper into Eren Yilmaz?

His profile, place on the team,
everything you can think of. Okay?

Dad is taking you
in the car this morning.

LUDO: It happened so fast.
- Yes, I missed you too.

- It's not the end of the world, you know?

Magalie's already said yes.

It's a crazy opportunity for her!

- Well, sorry if it's a crazy
opportunity for your girlfriend,

what do you want
me to say? 'Go ahead'?

'Abandon your children'?
HE LAUGHS BITTERLY

- But there are direct
flights at the holidays! Listen,

I have always complied with your
constraints, but this time for once

my relationship comes before you.

- My 'constraints'? Are you serious?

ADAM: Morgane?
- What constraints- What?

- His bag?
MORGANE: Yes, two seconds.

Here, honey, enjoy
your father while he's still here.

- Arrgh!

Come on, sweetheart!
Let's go!

Do you know who's
going to the beach with dad?

You are.

You are!
You'll be the queen of swimming.

Come on, I'll let you drive.

You know how it
drives, clutch on the left.

- Everything good?
- Yes! Yes yes yes...

Magali has a mission proposal in Santo
Domingo with Doctors Without Borders.

- Ah.
- It's just for a year, and

Morgane is being stubborn as a mule!

- And you? Are you all right?

- Yes, actually...

we never really...

- No?
- No. But, it's going very well,

we're doing things together intelligently.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

- Have a good day.
- His rabbit is in here?

- His rabbit?
- The stuffed animal.

- Ah. Uh... stuffed
animal, stuffed animal...

Ah! There! Hup!

There.

- Was it left outside?
- No!

- Well, yes!
- Yes, what can I tell you?

He doesn't like it. He
doesn't like it, doesn't like it.

I tried to palm it off on him, but

he already has a favorite
cuddly toy, so there you go!

- Really? Which one?
- 'Which one'? Ha—

—the one he's been
sleeping with for weeks now!

Sometimes I tell you things

and, well, then you-
It makes no impression! Really...

MORGANE:
Anyway, I'll get it for you because

otherwise you'll be in deep sh*t.

NEIGHBOR: Hey guys.

You're regulars, right?

I'll be discreet, I don't
want trouble with the cops.

SNEERS

- Yeah, here you go.

It was in his bed,
LAUGHS

needless to say. Here it is!
She's Madam "Red"!

So be careful, because if
you lose her he can cry for hours!

- It's an oven mitt.
- No!

It's a cuddly toy.
I told you, she's Madam "Red."

- Yes, it's an oven mitt.

Isn't this stuff carcinogenic?

- Okay, I'm going.

- Good luck, old man.

TEXT ALERT

CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES

ENGINE STARTS

ADAM: Morgane?
- What?

- Daphné has news on Eren Yilmaz,

the Musketeer who survived poisoning.
- Okay, great!

ADAM: I spoke to the
doctor. Damien will be okay,

he should regain consciousness soon.
TYPING

- Great.

How long will this go on?
The World Championships

are in three months,
I really need to train.

- World Championships?

That's good, I wanted
to talk to you about that.

My colleague studied your team's record,

It's declining.

You have little chance of qualifying.

Got to be frustrating for
someone ambitious like you.

No, especially when individually
you outclass everyone.

- I've always been the best.

If the others had stepped up,

we would've destroyed everyone.

- We also studied your phone.

You exchanged calls with
the manager of a competing team.

Yet you're contractually committed to
the Musketeers for another two years.

Unless your teammates die,
then you're completely free.

EREN: Wait, what do you mean?

I was poisoned too.
- You took one sip,

too little to endanger you.

- That's nonsense!
Why would I poison Quentin too?

I hadn't seen him in years.
- I don't think so, no.

- Your assistant, Paola? She told us

you asked her for a t-shirt
the night of Quentin's death.

You gave him the one
we found at his house.

- Okay, I gave him a t-shirt.
But I didn't k*ll him.

- So why did you go to his house?

- Because I thought he was our stalker.

I wanted to ask him to stop.

- Stalker? Who are you talking about?

QUENTIN: Smile, guys! In 30
minutes we'll be European champions!

OTHERS CHEER

DAMIEN: Quentin, come here!

Oh, guys, guys, focus!

We're not very focused.
Eren, are you focused?

- Yeah, I'm good.
- Okay guys, this is it.

Now we're entering the lore,
we gave it our all,

now that we're being recognized—

—one for all...

ALL: ALL FOR ALL!

EXULTING

- Whoa, look
who's coming!

SPLATTERING

IN 72 HOURS

DAPHNÉ: This video was
sent to the Musketeers

three days ago by text.
The sender used a prepaid card

so it's impossible to identify
them, but the message was signed:

"Winter is coming."

- ("Winter is...")

- Yeah, it's a reference
to... (it's... yeah.)

- Very well. And do we know
what's in the rest of the video?

- No, and Eren claims
he doesn't remember it.

TEXT ALERT

YOUR EX IS CUTE... WILL YOU ALLOW ME
TO HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH HIM?

It's hard to know
if he's telling the truth, huh?

But given the messages, there
are things that could compromise them.

- Oh.

- (Have you thought about it?)
- About what?

- (Well, the written test, tomorrow.)

(You didn't think about it?)

- There's nothing to
think about, I told you No.

DAPHNÉ:
Okay? Do you have something?

- No no, everything's
fine, everything's good.

So, I'll continue:
We have this "Winter" thing-

- "Winter is coming."

- who threatens the gamers, then
in two days everyone's poisoned.

It's a weird user name,
don't you think?

Why 'winter'?
Plus, it's May.

- Really, it's a, it's
actually a reference-

- Know what?
We just have to ask him.

- But-
CELINE: But no- Morgane!

Morgane! No!

- (So...
- Well? Trace the call. Trace it!

- But I can't trace the call!
- Ssh!

CALL RINGING

DISTORTED
- Hi Efren. You finally called me.

Did the others give you the instructions?

LOWER OCTAVE
- Uh, yeah.

- In-
- But, uh-

- In one hour on the
ramparts of Solitude.

- Okay!

- There you go, huh?

- 'Ramparts'? It must be
the ramparts in Citadel Park, right?

That gives us an hour to set up
an operation there, that's good.

- Actually, forget an operation.
'the Ramparts of Solitude'

is a location in the online
version of Enaël Quest.

DAPHNÉ:
He set up a meeting in the game.

SIREN

- It's us Daphné, we're in Tourcoing,

right by the cell tower.

DAPHNÉ: Okay, great. I'm
online with the game publisher.

As soon as the harasser is
online, we'll have their IP address.

"Yes, we are waiting. Yes."

So it's going to take
some time to locate them

once they're connected, okay. Okay?

So we have to keep them
on the server as long as possible.

- Okay, good, I'm on it!
- Great!

- Eliott loves this game,
I know the basics.

- Hold it right there,
where are you going?

This raid is a dangerous operation,

only official law enforcement
agency members can participate.

- Are you serious? It's a video game!

Since when do you have
to be a cop to play a console?

- Since always!

And, yes, it would make
our lives a lot easier

if you were really a cop, but
unfortunately that isn't the case,

so let the pros handle it!
Daphné, come and sit down,

and you, move!
- No, but seriously???

So, sorry, but I'm on
now, in fact I'm tracking

the IP address, I can't do
everything at the same time.

MORGANE: Ah, so there!
CELINE: Fine, never mind!

IN-GAME CELINE HOPS,
YELLS IN FRUSTRATION

SARCASTIC
MORGANE: Oh man... Oh man...

SARCASTIC
Wow, smooth, isn't she?

CELINE: Why is it doing that?

- Well don't look at me,
I'm not qualified to help you!

Sort it out yourself!

- Yes, well that's not funny!

DAPHNÉ: The meeting time
is in just under two minutes.

Commissioner, are you going
to make the appointment?

IG CELINE YELLS

CELINE:
I'm advancing, I'm advancing...

Oh good, I think I'm getting to
the ramparts, Daphné, I'm doing it!

- They say there are computer classes
in your great police officer training!

. . .

No, because I think you're about
to be poached by Anonymous, huh?

- Oh man, oh man...
DAPHNÉ: 1 minute 16, 1 minute 15,

connect, you have to find him!
- Yes, yes, yes, yes!

Why does it do that?

Oh man oh man oh man...

I don't believe it, she's
rubbing herself on the ground!

- Do you have worms or something?

- Oh! Oh no!
MORGANE LAUGHS

Oh, well you go for it,
if you're so good!

- Oh, so anyway— let's start by
giving ourselves a little makeover.

CELINE: What are you
doing? There's no time!

- I'm changing the "look"!

SARCASTIC
- Oh, there, there!

- And all the better, because
with our schoolteacher look

we'll get burned in two seconds.

There! A little more
badass, a little more sexy.

- My "look" was good...

- Remember, the audience for

these games is
prepubescent teenagers.

- What are you two doing,
getting married? Please!

BOTH: Yes yes!
- And the final touch:

There!

GAME: New... avatar.

MORGANE: Ta-da!

Now we can play.
So, just the two of us!

GILLES: Daphne, are you
okay? Is everything all right?

- Yes! No, everything's fine.

I think you're right, Morgane's no
longer sleeping with the commander,

(she's being unbearable today!)

What? "What name"?

"Yes, that's him!
Uh, yeah, a Winter Is Coming"

just connected to the server.
He's coming! Morgane?

- I'm on the case, I'm on the case!

Where is he?
- Okay, come on!

Oh, there!

GAME: New... adversary.

- Uh- oh f*ck!
- Oh man!

DISTORTED, UNINTELLIGIBLE

CELINE: What is this thing?

- Ohhh! Okay, "charming."

It's just you and me!

- "Thank you"!
So I have the IP address,

I'm waiting for the internet provider
to send me the exact location.

Morgane, buy us more
time please! Keep him busy!

CELINE: Come on, Morgane!
- So... 'Hello. Come here often'?

UNINTELLIGIBLE ORC-ESE

- 'Yes-' ooh! Hey!

Wait, this psychopath hit me straight away!

- What did he say? What does he want there?
- Hold on, hold on, hold on.

I won't be pushed
around, you'll see. Do it...

ENERGY CRACKLES

Here, take that! Right in the face!

It doesn't bother him at all.

ENERGY CRACKLES, HOWLS

Ah! I've got nothing left!

MORGANE: Jeez, sh*t,-
BREAKS UP

he's good.
DAPHNÉ: "Bye-bye."

All right. Gilles, I have an address:

4 Rue de Louvois
in the Gambetta district.

Apparently a cybercafe.
- Okay, nice. Let's go.

Thanks Daphné.
SIREN

- It's absolutely essential
that he stays online,

to give Gilles time to
get there and arrest him.

- I'm doing what I can!
- It's hard, he looks very, very angry!

MORGANE: Whoa whoa whoa!
CELINE: Is that lightning?

ORC SPEAKS

- Yes yes yes, he's stuck in
a loop with his Enaël shield.

- What's this shield,
why's he talking about a shield?

- I dunno, it must be an item in the game

this orc wants us to give him.

- Hurry up, you have
50% of your health points!

- Hey! So, where's the store?

MUMBLES
Uh... where's the Enaël shield?

Stop sticking to me! Keep yourself warm!

Ah, there! Enaël shield.
- Oh!

- I have it.
- Yeah, very good.

Anyway, it's 50 gems.
- Yes, 50 gems,

hurry up, take it,
what're you waiting for!?

- Hold on, are you sure?

We're talking 50 gems!

- C'mon, move over,
I have the credit card.

Here we go, 50 gems.
LAUGHS

What did you think,
my little Morgane,

our beautiful institution
can't afford an Enaël shield?

- There we go! I'll
write the expense report.

Confirm, bank, confirm!

GAME: New shield.

- How come there's
an overdraft of €15,000?

- Yeah, 15,000, our master
blackmailer won't get bored!

- What do you mean, what blackmailer?
- Well, him,

the good-looking guy there!
The Enaël shield

is the most expensive thing in the game.
ORC: Orc.

Hey, 50 gems is 500,000 gold pieces,

and, well yeah, that's €15,000.

Hurry up, he's gonna k*ll you to sell it!

- No, no! No, he's taking it!
ORC: The Enaël shield!

- Gilles, I'm at the main
entrance, you block the rear.

GAME: "Game over."

- I'm in.
DAPHNÉ: Commander, you're in the cybercafe?

Emergency, he's disconnected!
- Police.

Damn it!

CELINE: Adam?

Uh, do you see him,

do you have him?

- No, too late.
- sh*t.

sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!

Why didn't you tell me
that 'gems' are a stupid currency?

- You told me our 'beautiful
institution' could afford it!

- It's not okay, Morgane.

For someone who's willing
to get fired rather than be a cop,

you're pretty damn motivated

to bust my ba*ls about cases!

- What do you mean?
Do you mean I'm fired?

What are you talking about here?

ADAM: The suspect
was wearing a hoodie.

The manager couldn't
describe him, but Forensics

is getting prints off the computer.

But with the number of
people who use it all day

I doubt they'll find something.

- Very well. You
call for witnesses

and then we'll analyze
the neighborhood CCTV.

We absolutely have to find this guy!
- Yeah.

Before Emmanuel realizes
I've emptied the account.

- And he kills another person.

SHAKY
- Yes. Yes yes, uh, exactly.

Exactly, huh? Well, lives
are at stake, so let's hurry up.

ADAM: Okay, very well.
David, can I talk to you a minute?

- Morgane, rather than
doing armchair spins,

you wouldn't have any ideas?
- Thppt!

- I would like to
have told you differently,

and I'm sorry about that, huh?

So, we had some
changes on the HR side, so I,

with your status,
I can't keep you at the PJ .

- Okay...

- I turned the problem over in my mind.

Passing this exam is your
only chance to stay. Right?

I know that wasn't the original deal,

but, I'd hate to have to do without you,

so please, think about it.

ADAM: All good?

- Yes.
Yes, yes.

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

USERNAME
PASSWORD
LOGIN
CREATE ACCOUNT

Excuse me.

TYPING

Oh f*ck!
We're completely stupid!

- Now then...

- I know who our blackmailer is!

So, in Enaël Quest the keys A Z E R

are used to cast spells.
EXPLOSIONS

So players use them all the time, okay?

Only, when I type A Z E R,
it comes out P O I U.

And when I type P O I U,
what appears?

CELINE: A Z E R.

So our suspect has switched
keyboard shortcuts. Why?

To be able to use
the mouse left-handed—

—that is, his fastest hand.

- He's left-handed.
- Not 'he's.' No.

It's 'she.'

Because "Winter is coming"
is not actually a geek reference.

No. It's a reference from Three Musketeers—

—Athos, Porthos, Aramis, and-?

Their sworn enemy, Milady de Winter.

So "winter" isn't winter,

"winter" is 'she,'
she is the one who's coming!

- Well, I've been saying from
the beginning the nickname is weird.

- So we're looking for a
girl, and not just any girl,

a left-handed girl.

The kind of girl who
when she puts on a wrap top

ties it with the left side in front.

Or, when she paints her nails,
messes up the left hand.

MORGANE: Ring any bells?

The sister of the first stiff!

- Oriane.

- There you go! Hmm!

ADAM: We found this
video on your mobile.

DAMIEN: One for all—
ALL: ALL FOR ALL!

You sent a portion to the Musketeers

and demanded €15,000
to not release the rest.

ORIANE: "Sorry, do you know
where the restroom is?"

NORMAN: Nice, a little blonde!

NORMAN:
Hold on, don't worry, I'll show you.

NORMAN: You speak French?
- "Sorry"?

- She doesn't understand.
OTHERS LAUGH

She's fine, right?

How about a threesome?
My friends are dogs!

CHUCKLING

NORMAN: "We just want to
know if you like video games."

- "Yes."
Hear that?

SCUMMY LAUGHING
She's open! Unbelievable!

- Okay guys, you're being annoying.
DAMIEN: No!

I'm leaving.

DAMIEN: (Hey! Ask
her her favorite
position!)

- I'll try-

- "Okay, I will go.
Thank you."

DAMIEN: No!

Norm,
you're stupid!

- Yeah? Pfff!

- No, but she
was fine! LAUGHS

MOBILE RINGS

ADAM: €15,000 is a nice sum.

Yeah, hello?

ADAM: Now that I know a
little more about you, I'm thinking,

it's not the money that interests you.
It's the revenge.

This photo was taken in March 2021,

a month before the Enaël Quest
European Championships in Rotterdam.

There under the hood—
it's you, am I wrong?

- I thought they had erased all trace.

- So at that time you were part of the
Musketeers, and you left the team

just before the European Championship.
- I don't know who it was who fired me.

- And yet I'm the best.

Better than Eren, he
was no match for me.

Apparently I was creating
a 'bad atmosphere.'

- What does 'bad atmosphere' mean?

- Everything went really
well at the beginning.

Damien and Norman started to
flirt with me, in competition mode.

It started making everyone tense.

Except that I was never ambiguous,
I just wanted to play quietly.

In the end they
agreed to release me,

and it was Quentin
who took my place.

My brother followed me everywhere,
so they said it was a great idea

to offer him my place
even though he played badly.

He quickly chose between his
sister and their shitty boys club.

SCOFFS
When you're a girl you can't win.

- And so you decided to take revenge.

- By spitting them out.

You've seen their new campaign
about sexism in e-sports, right?

Isn't it disgusting?

How can they promote
themselves about girls

while acting like pigs?
It drove me crazy,

but I have nothing to do
with their deaths, I swear.

- You deny responsibility
for your brother's death

and poisoning your former teammates?
- Yes, obviously!

Quentin was just a follower,

and the others, I never
set foot in their f*cking studios,

how could I have done it?
I'm not a psychopath!

The money I got wasn't even for me.
I gave it all to a feminist group.

- We'll review the CCTV
of the Musketeers' premises.

I really hope I don't see you.

MORGANE:
So honey, you see the girl there?

She was fired from the team
only because she was a girl.

As a result, maybe she k*lled four guys!
LÉO WHINES

So, honey, you have
to be nice to girls, okay?

- Morgane, does the baby have to be here?

Maybe we put him in the
drunk tank? He can play in peace.

- Oh, Auntie Daphné is grumpy!

And why is Auntie Daphné grumpy?

Because she wasn't
the one who found our suspect,

Yeah, it wasn't thanks to
her tracing the IP address-

- Sorry?
- ...it was thanks to mama!

- We found the cybercafe because
I tracked the IP address, Morgane!

. . .
- Yes, sweetie!

DAPHNÉ: Right, Commander?
- Look who's here,

it's my little darling!
My little Lo-lo!

LÉO CRIES
ADAM: How are you? Ohhh!

LÉO CRIES
Ohhh! I know why he's crying.

. . .

Look, it's cuddly toy Rabbit.

All nice and clean.
He's back!

'Hi! Hello Léo!'

'Hello! It's me, your
favorite cuddly toy. I'm back!'

- But we don't need a
stuffed bunny, do we, Léo?

Because we have: Madam Red!

'Oh yes!'

'Léo and I are hilarious together!'

'We're like two fingers on the same hand!'
LAUGHS MANIACALLY

- 'Yes, but I'm your favorite, huh, Léo?'

'Because I'm made of
hypoallergenic material.'

'Unlike Madam Red, who
hangs around in a kitchen!'

'Many questions, Madam Red,
many questions— huh, Léo?'

- 'Yes, it's true that
I spent years in a kitchen,

because I had to work
before I was a cuddly toy!'

'Unlike some cuddly toy show-offs

you just want to slap,

who'd likely vote for Macron, or worse!

- Or maybe we
can say he has
two cuddly toys!

Huh? That way,
I can work!

- I think two cuddly toys is a
good compromise, does it suit you?

- Yes, oh... yes.
- Great. Very good.

'I'm staying with you!'

Thanks Morgane,
see you in the morning.

RECEDING FOOTSTEPS

DISTANT
LAËTITIA: No, I'll find
you a buyer in two weeks.

A one-bedroom apartment is what sells best.

- Hey... Morgane?
LÉO FUSSES

- You'll call me?
- Mm-hmm.

- In addition, we'll be able
to trade little anecdotes

about Morgane.
CHUCKLES

- Uh-
- Ah! I have a video-!

- Gilles!?
- I just met your stepmother.

- Can you give us two minutes, please?
- With pleasure. Good luck.

- What the hell are you doing here?
- Well, I was going to show him

your dad's little video.
That was a close shave!

Imagine the embarrassment.
- Will you stop annoying me?

Think you're scaring
me with your rotten video?

Look what I'm doing with it,
your video is in the trash!

And you know what?
You're gonna go home-

- Did you make a backup?

- Take it easy!

So everything's fine! Go on!

(Jeez!)

Here, give me one, please.

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

CRACK!

- In this video we see bottles of
Powerfizz being put away upside down,

a technique to prevent gas from
escaping once the bottle is opened.

The gas moves upwards,

and since there's no opening at this end,

it can't get out.

You knew the bottles
were no longer sealed,

because you open them
before handing them out.

- It's not what you think.

I tampered with the bottles,
but not to poison them.

I just put cytisine in it.

- 'Cytisine'?

- Yeah. It's a drug for
attention deficit disorders,

it helps increase concentration.

It's banned, but everyone
in competitions takes it.

- Hold on. You're doping your
teammates without their knowledge?

For how long?
- A few months, that's all.

I'm almost 26, that's almost
retirement age in e-sports.

My reflexes are failing,
my concentration too.

I knew it was my last season.

But Norman kept partying,

and Eren was playing
more and more selfishly,

we weren't even sure we'd
qualify for the World Championships.

I just wanted to give us
a helping hand, that's all.

I swear, you have to believe me,

it wasn't me who
poisoned Norman and Eren,

I'm nothing without them,
I'd lose everything.

- You bought the cytisine
on the black market?

- Uh, yeah, on the internet, why?

- Damien, more and
more dealers are
cutting their drugs
with fentanyl.

It regularly causes accidental overdoses.

- Wait, you mean, it was me... me who...

...No no no, it isn't possible.

INHALES TENSELY

- I'm placing you in
police custody for
involuntary
manslaughter.

I advise you to
call a lawyer.

DAPHNÉ: Hello, Morgane?

You were right, Damien
tampered with the bottles.

He doped his teammates,

it's believed he poisoned
them by accident.

- All right. What about
Quentin and his peanuts?

Well, that's a weird coincidence, isn't it?
- Yes, I dunno,

manufacturing error, perhaps

it was actually an accident,

they mixed peanuts with
raisins without realizing it.

- You have until 5 pm.

I remind you that
phones must be
put away

and switched off
during the test.

DAPHNÉ: Morgane?
Did you hear me?

- (Uh, Daphné? I'll call you back.)
((I'll call you back.))

((There you go, there you go. sh*t.))

PA CHIMES

- It's 2pm, you can begin.

THE INITIAL DURATION
OF POLICE CUSTODY IS:

SINGLE ANSWER QUESTIONS

6 HOURS
12 HOURS
24 HOURS

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

MORGANE: 'Four ex teammates
who get poisoned on the same day

EACH CORRECT ANSWER
WILL BE SCORED 0.25 POINTS

is A) a coincidence, B) a stupid accident,

C) Weird.

COUGHING

ANXIOUSLY
((Mmmm!))

AMONG THESE NARCOTICS,
WHICH ONE IS PART OF THE-

AMPHETAMINES
CANNABIS
HEROINE

((Oh f*ck!))

PAGES FLIP

'The international organization
Interpol blah blah blah blah-

...has no relationship.'

...started a relationship with Morgane.

...a sexual relationship,

ECHOING
sexual relationship. Sexual Sexual Sexual-

SORT-OF WHISTLES SOFTLY

Phew...

THE USE OF CAPTURE
DEVICES... LAW No. 2016-731

IN RADIO PROCEDURE, WHAT-

SIGHS

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

DAPHNÉ: Damien
tampered with the bottles.

...it's believed he poisoned
them by accident.

PA CHIMES

- It's 4 pm, we have one hour left!
- Huh?

((f*ck.))

'Utilization of video
recording devices'... vid-...-de-...

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

- We found this
video on your mobile.

MOBILE RINGING

- Yeah, hello?

BASTIEN

- Sir? Question? Uh...

Can I please go to the bathroom?

MOBILE VIBRATES

- (Gilles!)

Hello Morgane!

MORGANE: It wasn't his phone.

- What are you talking about?
Why are you whispering?

- In the blackmail video
Oriane sent our gamers,

at the end there's a call.

MOBILE RINGS

- Yeah, hello?

Damien answers, except
that it's not his phone ringing.

No, because his phone goes:

♪ La, la-la la-la la-la ♪

So, in the video

the phone went,
♪ Tikki ti, Tikki ti-Tikki ti ♪

Check if you don't believe me.

DAMIEN'S BAGGED
PHONE RINGS

- Yeah, well okay, Damien's ringtone
isn't the one we hear in the video, but-

- So now listen to Eren's ringtone.

MOBILE RINGS

- I knew it! I knew it!

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

- What what what what?

- So, the phone ringing
in the video is Eren's, okay?

Only at that moment
Eren had left the room.

- Okay guys, you're being annoying.
DAMIEN: No!

- I'm leaving.

And Damien answers instead.

- Yeah, hello?

So we have another motive!

- Yeah. Sorry Morgane, but
maybe you can explain a little,

because we don't understand?
We don't understand.

- The video was taken

at the European Championship in Rotterdam,

15 minutes before the grand finale—

—that is to say— the match of their "life."

- In 30 minutes we'll
be European champions!

MORGANE:
What else was happening that night?

- Eren's father had a heart attack.

- There you have it!

His mother told Karadec
that she notified her son,

but that he never called back.

So we deduced that
the guy is a psychopath.

But, not at all!

It's his teammates who
didn't inform him, huh?

Because if they had, Eren would
go to the hospital to see his father,

and they couldn't afford to lose their
best player 15 minutes before the final.

- Guys, we can't afford to lose our best
player 15 minutes before the final.

- All for all.

OTHERS: All for all!

- They kept their mouths shut, huh?

CHEERING

MORGANE: An hour later, the
team became European champions,

Meanwhile, in the hospital: Eren's father

dies without seeing his son again.

Well, I imagine that Eren

never knew all this, until:

when the video came out.

The penny must've dropped
for him with the ringtone, like me,

and he understood
what his comrades had done.

It was ugly.

COUGH

PAOLA: Norman!

- OK, well, we'll take Eren into custody.

You want to attend the interrogation?

- Uh, I have to let you sort it out,
I have something boring to do, okay?

Gotta go, "bye-bye."

- No, the exam
is over, you must
turn in your papers.

- Yeah, no. Wait, wait.
Really, I just need two minutes.

Uh... so...

MURMURS

Okay... uh... uh-huh...

- No, ma'am, you
really have to-

- Huh?
- You have to...

You must turn in-
- Yes. Yes- wait! Just- just- There.

Hup- hey- There you go!
- That's enough.

RECEDING FOOTSTEPS

EREN: The last time I
saw my father, I insulted him.

I always thought he was mad at me,

and that's why they didn't call me.

My father died thinking I
didn't want to talk to him,

and during that time I was gaming.

When I saw Quentin's video, I understood.

- In 30 minutes we'll
be European champions!

That night I went to his house.

I hid the peanuts in his candy.

With the others it was easy.

I knew Damien was
messing with the bottles,

I just switched the drugs, and it was over.

THÉA:
When's mom coming back from her test?

ELIOTT:
Can't you text somewhere else?

THÉA:
It's okay, go play in the bathroom!

ELIOTT: TV in the bathroom?
Are you stupid or what?

THÉA: You just have to plug it in in
the bathroom, 'are you stupid or what'?

- Do you think I'm gonna bother-
TEXT ALERT

Just get outta here!
The TV's here, I
have to play here!

WAITING FOR MY
TRAIN. CAN YOU
GET LÉO FROM
DAYCARE PLEASE?

Move, please!

- I'm going to
pick up Léo
from daycare.

- Go ahead then.
- Yeah, well turn off the TV

because mom's gonna be pissed off.
- Yeah yeah yeah.

LAËTITIA: Hello, my little darlings!
TASER CRACKLES

- Oh...
- I just came to pick up something.

Where's my money?
- There's no money! We told you!

- Oh yeah? No money?
Of course there's money.

f*ck, where's the money?

Oh yeah, I'll find the money, huh!

ELIOTT:
Hey, careful, really! It's dangerous.

LAËTITIA: f*ck! Where's the money?

Where is...

my money?

- There isn't any money!

- What is that box, there?

ELIOTT: Oh, that's for the kettle,
it's plugged in at the pole there.

- Oh yeah, you expect me to believe that?
- Uh, be careful, I wouldn't touch it.

- Oh yes?
ELECTRICITY CRACKLES, CROSSTALK

THÉA WHIMPERS

ELIOTT: Oh! Ah, uh...

There's a burning smell!
- Yes. That's expected, yes. SNIFFLES

- 'Expected'?
- Yes. Oh...

. . .

- No, all this commotion,
it won't be over soon.

You'll end up attracting
the cops with your stupid...

- It was an accident,
we didn't do anything!

- Please don't tell our mother,
she's gonna k*ll us!

QUIETLY
- Fine, get out. Get out,

I'll handle it.
THÉA: Let's get outta here!

ADAM:
I'll do it as soon as possible. Right away.

Morgane forgot Léo at daycare.

ABSENTLY
GILLES: Oh, she's abusing him.

METAL CLATTERS

- Oh, f*ck!

- It's unreal, huh?

How irresponsible can you be, honestly!

I told the daycare, 6:30 at the latest!

What did you have to do
better than go get your brother?

Honestly!

- We thought that...
We forgot, actually.

- Oh, well yes! You're not helping, huh?

Thank you!

Oh f*ck, it's Karadec.

f*ck, this is going
to be f*cked up,

stay here if you don't want
to get hit by a stray b*llet.

Good evening, Karadec.

Léo is with you?
- Yes. He's asleep.

By the way, I hope you won't mind,

there's a little problem with Madam Red.

SPAGHETTI WESTERN
SHOWDOWN MUSIC

I wanted to use it to
take a dish out of the oven

and I forgot it on the stove.

. . .

INSINCERELY
I'm sorry.

MENACINGLY
- The stove.

You have an induction cooktop, Karadec.

- Yes. That's true.

Good evening, Morgane.

- Yeah right, good evening.

GUM POPS LIKE g*nsh*t

MORGANE: See you tomorrow.