04x03 - Penicillium Brevicaule

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WINGS BEATING,
PIGEON COOING

MORGANE: (Oh, f*ck, piss off.)

SIGHS

WHIMPERS

TRIP-HOP MUSIC
BREATHY VOCAL

. . .

INDISTINCT CHATTING

. . .

THEA: Does he wear underwear?
- Huh?

- Supercop, does he wear underwear?

It's for the paternity stats.

ELIOTT:
Basically, the more yellow the guy gets,

the more fertile he is. We're taking
into account age, clothing, usual diet,

- And frequency of relations too.
- And that.

- At the moment Timothy
is mostly in the lead, but

we don't have enough data on the others.

CUCKOO CLOCK

So does Supercop wear underwear?

- Forget Karadec, all right?

It's not him anyway, so that's it.

THEA: OK. He's just the one
with the biggest salary, but hey.

- What did the others say,
will they help with the costs?

- What d'you want them to say?
No, I didn't call them! That's all.

- What? You'll need
diapers in 5 months, seriously!

With your maternity leave,
your salary will drop 30%.

And then there's Ludo, who
hasn't paid anything since his accident.

LUDO: What? Huh?
THEA: We're gonna be in trouble.

- Well what do you want me to do?
I'm not going to call them and say,

'Hey! We didn't part on good terms,
but it turns out I'm pregnant

and you're potentially the father.
Hah! Wanna help with the diapers?'

- Perfect.
- Well, no!

LUDO:
Hey, your mother is right, Thea!

These men aren't money faucets!

Above all, they're human
beings who have the right to know

that they're maybe
going to be a dad, huh?

- Fine, OK, you wore me down.

I'll call them. HUFFS
So... TIMOTHEE

RINGS
INCOMING CALL: FRED

MORGANE: Yes, hello.
FRED: Yeah, 160, we have

a very mysterious crime
scene in Bouzy-en-Bière.

Last one there pays for the round.
- Yesss!

Ha-hey, see you there!

OK, I have to work, that was the boss.

- No, it's red, since it's briefs.

GILLES: Hey, it's cool that we've
got a new case to keep us busy.

We don't realize it, but...

it's brutal, the
departure of a colleague.

Uh— I'll be fine!

I'm thinking of the team:

Céline... Daphné... Morgane.

I think it's-

FRED: "Yes"!

That's it! Bam! Hip hip!

- OH!
- Boom! You're buying!

- Using the flashing light is cheating!
- You owe me a drink.

I didn't cheat, OK, you don't
know me, it's just talent— talent! Hey!

AMERICAN ACCENT
"Giles,"

how are you?
- Yeah...

- What fun are we having today?
- A troubling disappearance,

the alarm went off last night...
- Yeah?

...and when our colleagues arrived
they found no sign of the owner.

Uh, I... Fred, can I have a word?
- Of course.

- OK. You always say "Hey, Gi'es."
- "Giles."

- "Gi'es."
- "Giles."

- Mm... No.
- You don't like it, you prefer 'Gilles.'

- Yeah. Yes, because it's my name.

Actually, because I had
a girlfriend in college-

SNAPS FINGERS
- Focus, focus. Who's missing?

Antoine Broussin, 85,

a retired author of detective
novels, who lived alone here.

- Yeah?
- Everything was trashed and

no trace of the gentleman.

- OK, here we go!
- Yeah!

- Oh my, oh! I don't believe it!

What a bad loser!
- What?

- Do you see your face?
- Oh, you don't quit!

- 160 in the head, maybe,
but in terms of driving it's a 12.

- Hey, you cheater!
FRED: Yeah, right!

MORGANE: Big cheater!
FRED: If anything, it’s genius!

MORGANE: Oh, he doesn't give up!

- Oh yeah. "Wow"!
WHISTLES

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

- (Fred's nice, but I'm
getting the impression that-

that he's always putting himself
forward— know what I mean?)

- (Stop it with that!)
- (But it's true!)

FRED: Well, looks like it was a good fight.
GILLES: Mmm.

- And the point of entry?
- The cellar was broken into,

Forensics is taking fingerprints.
- The-?

- Forensics.

- Oh, I didn't hear you,
"Giles." Articulate.

- Oh, look! I've seen
these. GASPS It's ugly.

- (He's the type to take
all the credit for himself. Karadec- )

- Stop with Karadec already!

He gave up on us, OK? "Move on"!

- You know if he had enemies?
GILLES: None we know of.

He was a widower for
50 years, no relatives. THPPT

- OK. 'THPPT'
Very good.

- Gilles?

- (Hey, uh, you weren't at Karadec's
farewell party, but... the thing is- )

- This is fake.
- (Right! He's fake, he's fake-a*s!)

- No! I'm not talking about him,
I'm talking about the fireplace!

Look, you see that plant? It's a
capillary, a super-annoying fern species.

It can't stand changes in temperature,
drafts, or lack of humidity.

In short, everything you find near
a functioning fireplace.

- Uh-huh.
- But look, it's in great shape.

So I think that contrary to what
they're try to make us believe there

with the poker, the ashes, the logs—
- Uh-huh?

—this fireplace doesn't work.
- All right...

- Because it's—?
- (Because it's... because it's...)

MORGANE: —it's—?

- Yes! Bingo! Look what I found:

a secret passage.

- He stumbled on it.
- No no, he heard you, that's mostly it.

CROSSTALK
- No... No, 'when great minds meet'...

SKEPTICAL
- Mmmm.

- My friends, I found
our missing person.

Come see.

HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

CAMERA FIRING

BONNEMAIN: (Here, at the...

...frontal lobe.)

CAMERA FIRING,
CROSSTALK

- ...it's a panic room, and
our missing person was inside.

FRED IN OTHER ROOM
I spotted it straight away.

- 'I, I, I, I...'

- I'm quite proud of myself on this one.

- 'Me, me, me, me, me, me...'
DERISIVE GRUNTS

The guy, he's, he's, he's... Phew!

- No, honestly.
CAMERA FIRES

- No- Oh YE-ESSS!

My dear Lens-ian!—

—how are you?

BONNEMAIN: Fine, and you?
- Not too bad?

- Not at all.
- Well, we gave you a beating yesterday.

- We let you win a little,
otherwise it's not fun.

We beat them 7-2.

- You know each other?
- Yes, we do, we play football together.

Do we have cause of death?

- Not really, no,
according to the rigidity,

death took place around 5 or 6 am.
- Okay.

- He has a lot of bruises
on his body, a lot on his face.

But I must do the autopsy before
telling you if there is a causal link.

- In any case, he was hit pretty hard.

It smells like a home invasion gone wrong.

Grandpa shut himself in
here to escape his attacker,

and died as a result
of these big boo-boos.

That must be it, right?

- It's possible.
FRED: What do we have on the computer?

- It's password-protected.
- Okay...

I called a technician,
it won't take long.

- Very well. Let me try. So...

What would the password
of an 80-year-old guy be?

Uh... 0 - 0 - 0 - 0?

Shame, missed.

- You said he was a widower.
GILLES: Yeah.

- What was his wife's name?

- Uh, Margot, I think.

After that, he was married for
barely 2 years in the 70s. So I-

Fred, really, don't touch-
- Please, please, please: I'll try...

Uh, 'Margot.'

Yesss! There we are!

So, our grandpa had a CCTV system.

And there... well, here you go:

The alarm went off at 2 am, and...

here's our m*rder*r!

STUMBLING OVER FURNITURE

What the hell, is he on drugs or something?

SHOUTING

-sneakers, blue Air Stars with white
stripes. And a box of dental dams.

MARIE: What was that?

- Marie?

- You know her?

- No!

'No, no'— you said
'Marie' so you know her.

- No, no, I know her,
she reminds me of a girl

I was in jail with last year.
We called her 'Marie Besnard.'

But anyway, it can't be her
because 1) she's very nice,

and 2) she's in the can.
- Wait, wait, 'Marie Besnard'—

—like the famous poisoner?*
* MARIE BESNARD, TRIED FOR POISONING

—like the famous poisoner?*
* BUT ACQUITTED IN 1961

- Really?
* BUT ACQUITTED IN 1961

- Yeah.
* BUT ACQUITTED IN 1961

- Anyway, I tell you, the nicknames
in the can are nonsense,

because, for example, I was 'Red.'
FRED: Okay, okay, stop!

"Giles," find out about this
woman. Let's break camp, eh?

Be effective!
- Of course.

- OK. And let's act quickly,
if she runs away we'll lose her.

- ((I can't take him.))

- Hello, this is Cmdr Timothée Guichard,

Special Advisor to the
Ministry of the Interior.

Leave me a message.
BEEP

- Wow! Well, well done!

'Special advisor,' that's slammin'!

LAUGHS

Um... it's Morgane.

Uh, I was thinking, I hadn't heard
from you in a while... and then,

it'd give me the opportunity
to talk to you about something...

...like- uh, here it is— if you could
call me back, that'd be great, and...

... gotta go— kisses!
Oh...

- Yeah, it's David. It's up to you.
BEEP

- Yeaaah, David!
Well, it's Morgane, uh...

Well, I... I'm seeing what's new.

And I had something to
tell you, so if you ever... that's all.

...if you- if you call me back, that
would be great. Will you do that?

Gotta go, kisses! Phew-

- Hi, chickie!
- Oh f*ck!

SWITCHBLADE CLICKS
- Don't move. We need to talk.

Wait, wait, it feels like you're
going to do something really stupid-

- Shut up!

There's a camera in the entrance to
the house. I need you to burn the tape.

- 'Burn the tape'?
LAUGHS

Fine— of course I'm gonna burn it,
but I don't know if that'll suit you—

—because we went digital, you potato!
And my colleagues already saw you!

- Did you rat me out?

- No way! We're prison sisters, that's-

that's life and death, all right?

So, no! It just so happens there's

a thing called 'facial recognition,' and

as you can imagine,
the cops are at the forefront!

- You have to get me out of it,
I don't want to go back to the can!

- Yes, well, you should have thought
of that before robbing a poor old man

for only 3 things. Lower that
thing before you hurt someone!

- I didn't k*ll anyone!
- Hey, if it's not you, who is it?

- I don't know!
- Yeah...!

- The alarm went off and I left, that's it!

- Well, a piece of advice for next time:
If you don't want to be recognized,

keep your hood on until
you've left the house, you potato!

- But I couldn't breathe
in those stupid pantyhose!

- Are you surprised?
It's a compression stocking!

Where did you find this?
- At the old man's. Why?

FRED: You have beautiful hair.
DAPHNE: Thank you!

Did you cut your hair yourself?
- You notice that?

- Yeah, I took lessons.

CELINE: Yes, I'll keep you informed.

The public prosecutor has
launched a homicide investigation.

Good game on the panic room!

- I thank you.
GILLES: Yeah; actually, no.

Sorry, it was Morgane
who saw, who discovered,

this incredible little secret passage!

You know why? Because right
next to it there was a fern.

We say, 'Hey, there's a fern.'

In fact, she saw that the humidity
level was higher than normal-

FRED: Okay, "Giles"!

Actually, it was teamwork, is what I meant.
- No...

- I was told you have
identified a suspect?

FRED: Absolutely, I...
- Uh, no... Ha,

it was Morgane who discovered her,

because when we watched the video,
she recognized her.

'You know her?' She said,
'Yes, I was in prison with her.'

FRED: OK,
absolutely, "Giles."

I think Morgane would've been fine

without this little reminder, but hey—

—great, hat's off to her. Let's move on.
DAPHNE: Yeah, embarrassing!

So, according to my info
the suspect is named Marie Boucher.

She was sentenced in '94 to 30 years
in prison for poisoning her 2 husbands.

- Okay.

She was released 5 days ago.

- Smells like a repeat offender.
We'll warn the cavalry.

- OK, let's move, let's move!
Gilles, you contact her relatives.

Daphne, make a call for witnesses.
MORGANE: Hey! Hey guys!

It was an accident!

Our old man bruised himself,
no one beat him up.

- Hold on— 160, we
have an emergency here.

- He was wearing
compression stockings.

WHISTLES AND HOOTS

Why? Because he had phlebitis,

what the little knots
on the legs are called.

Right.

When you have phlebitis, the
doctor gives you an anti-coagulant.

Only with these things, if you bump one,

Bam! You get a little bruise.

So if you're a show-off, you look
like Rocky Balboa hitting the canvas.

CHIRPING

Hold on, you mean
no one hit the victim?

- Noooo!

The guy fell on his face on his carpet!

Right, I'll explain it to you.

Look here.

Yes, there.

The corner of the carpet is turned over.

Why? Because Grandpa caught
his foot on it. There you have it!

- Oh...!
- Ah!

Now stay with me:
The alarm sounds!

IMITATES ALARM

ALARM WARBLES

The old man wakes with a start.

The guy gets up,
he crosses the living room,

and there he gets
a mouthful of carpet.

- I see!
- In his fall, he tries to catch himself,

but no, no, the
bookcase falls on him!

MORGANE:
And there, on the ground, in a haze,

covered in bruises, he starts
crawling to his panic room,

and there, closes it.
Flip! Flip! Flip!

- Wait, I missed something.

Are we seriously in the process of
clearing Marie Boucher because

Morgane found a pair of tights
in the house, is that actually right?

- No, a compression stocking!
FRED: It's the same.

- No, I don't think they're the same.
- Hello?

- Excuse me, "Giles"...
- They're not the same.

- Well yes, a- CROSSTALK
MORGANE: No, they're not the same!

Did you listen to me?
DAPHNE: Thanks.

FRED: How do we classify-
- That was Bonnemain.

Morgane is right, the victim wasn't beaten.
MORGANE: Ha!

It was an accident!

- Uh, no. Poisoning.

They found arsenic in his blood.

- Wait, poisoning?
"Wake up, wake up"!

Like your friend's victims, right?

Get a search warrant for the m*rder.

CELINE: OK, I'll take care of it.
- Thanks.

- We're looking for a Marie Boucher.

In her 60s, gray hair, glasses.

- No, wait, I have the feeling we're
completely awash in prejudice!

Excuse me, but it's not because she
poisoned 2 or 3 guys in her youth,

that obviously was her, yes, well...

- B - O - U - C - H - E - R.
Boucher, Marie. Right.

- No, and then, sorry, what's her
motive, what could her motive be?

Huh? 'Quick, I beg you, send me
back to jail, it was so great there'?

Well, you can see
that it doesn't fit. Right?

- Last seen around
2 am near Bouzy-en-Bière

She's a repeat offender
and potentially dangerous.

- What did I come across?
The old man's credit card statement.

Well, imagine that 48 hours
before he died, he went shopping.

I'll bet you it was a
psychopathic caterer

who sent him ravioli
laced with arsenic. Bam!

- Morgane, there's no psychopath caterer
here, he ordered batteries, that's all.

- Batteries?
- Batteries, D cells.

- No wait, D cells, it's still weird.

Because the last time I used one,
I was 8 and it was for my record player.

DISCO MUSIC

So— weird, right?

D cells.

Right?

JULY 74

Hey, there was this
thing at the crime scene!

That's why he needed
D cells, eh? Ha ha!

'Margot and Antoine.'

And the cassette,
did anyone listen to it?

Oh, hey?

OK. Okay, well,
I'm listening to it.

- I'll hold.

PLAY BUTTON

MARGOT: Hello my angel. I don't
know yet if you're a girl or a boy.

I feel you moving in my
stomach,

and I wanted to tell you a beautiful
story before they go out of my head.

Your father and I live in a big house

full of stories and mysteries.

By the way, I found a superb old curtain

in the attic that I'll use over your cradle.

- Gilles? STOP BUTTON
GILLES: Hmm?

- Didn't you say the old man had no family?
GILLES: Yeah.

No, uh, actually he had a child
in '74, he died of pneumonia

a few months after he was born,
the same year as the mother.

- Damn, it’s horrible!
GILLES: Seriously.

Yes, I'm here.

MAN: Daphne.

PLAY BUTTON
- You need to know that your father

is a specialist in mysteries.

Yes! He writes detective
novels. That's how we met.

He wanted to finish his novel,
he didn't even have time

to clean the house, so he hired me!

Yes, your mother was a housekeeper.

RETRO POP SONG

. . .

MARGOT: I can say that I
didn't fall in love with him right away,

because he was a very manical boss.

. . .

'ANTOINE': Margot?

- You all right?

- Yeah. Yeah yeah.

ADAM: Morgane?

- What?
ADAM: Will you give it your best?

- Extremely.

MOBILE PINGS, VIBRATES

ONE NEW MESSAGE
FROM DAVID

GOT YOUR MESSAGE. I'M WORKING
AT THE PARK THIS AFTERNOON, IF YOU
WANT TO STOP BY ON MY BREAK...

((OK... OK, OK, OK.))

MARGOT: Where was I? Oh yes.

Your father was a big maniac.

He had this technique for folding his ties,

his way of ironing his shirts,

and one thing he hated above all else:

someone touching his papers.

- What are you doing in here?

I specifically asked you
not to do the office.

- Your latest book— it's not bad, eh?

- You read my manuscript?
- Yeah!

- I don't believe it!

Miss, please to do the housework,
and don't go through my papers.

- Relax, I just told you it wasn't bad.

- I am very relaxed.
MORGANE: On the other hand,

it needs a little work, it's true.
As it is, you can see

from 3 km away that
Boris whacked his sister!

- I won't miss your cheek. Plus,
there are ashes on the pages.

- Oh, it's fine!
- Listen, that's enough! You're fired!

- Okay.

- Why do you say it was Boris?
The ending hasn't been written— ha!

- Oh, well, sorry brother— between
the brace on his shoe on page 7,

the dog howling above him on page 22,

and his father supposedly in America,

you don't have to be Columbo
to know who did it.

You know what?
You're not firing me, I quit.

- Go ahead, be my guest.

- There it is.

'ANTOINE': Please, feel free!

'MARGOT' SETS GLASS DOWN,
TAKES A BREATH

And what if I... took the
uncle out of America?

- Yeah... it's a start.

MARGOT:
You should have seen his face!

Your father was so upset
I figured out who did it,

I thought he would
never get over it.

DAVID: Hi!

- Oh, hello!

Sorry, excuse me.

Go ahead, please, sit down.

- My pleasure. You look good.
- Yeah, it's the hormones.

I'm pregnant. Ha ha, yeah...

- Oh yeah?

Oh, OK.

So, if I'm here, it's because...

- One chance in three.

- OK.

What are you going to do?

Because in England, there are doctors-
- No, stop there, I'm keeping it.

- OK.

Just to be clear,

I'm under judicial supervision.

I pick up cigarette butts for €9 an hour.

So as you can imagine, I'm not in
daddy mode, if you know what I mean.

- Yeah. No, relax!
CHUCKLES

I'm not here asking for marriage, either.

I just wanted to make sure
you didn't want the job, that's all.

- No, not much.
- Well there you go!

This way it's clear.

- I have to go.
- Yeah.

I'm out of time.
My boss isn't going to be happy.

ENGINE STARTS

If it's mine, you call me, OK?

- Yeah! We'll do it like that.

Go on... yeah, see you.

And there'll be no
need for a DNA test!

- Hello, this is Cmdr Timothée Guichard,

Special Advisor to the Ministry of
the Interior. Leave me a message.

BEEP

- Yeah, it's me again.

I left you messages, but you didn't answer,

so I'm leaving you another message!

Uh, call me back, please?

Gotta go, kiss-kiss!

- Hi-hi!
- Oh! f*ck.

- If he doesn't call back,
he doesn't deserve you.

- You need to stop following me,
because it’s creepy!

- And you, stop avoiding me!
You forget about me?

- I haven't forgotten anything, only

it turns out that our victim
was poisoned with arsenic.

You can imagine that with your profile as a
serial poisoner, it's a flashing light!

I have a lead.

His wife and child died
in the house 50 years ago,

and I think there's a link
with what happened to him.

Only, you have to stop
threatening me every 2 minutes

and let me work, okay?
- Hey,

OK, but I don't like people
who don't pay their debts.

So watch it!

Can I sleep at your place?

- Huh? No!
Out of the question! Shoo!

Get your things, whatever,
see if I'm there, huh?

But I'm not a reintegration center!

I'm agitated, don't push me!

No more of that, huh?

- Yeah, can you call me if things change?
All right. Thanks.

- Hup! How does he do it?

MUTTERS
(Bam, bam, bam!)

. . .

- Say...
- Mm-hmm?

Fred's been here
a while, do you find him...

- Sexy?

Yeah, me too.

- You see, he has this side- GROWLS

- Oh, all right, you're 'doing a Gilles.'

- What?

- You don't like new people.

- Well, no... not at all...

KNOWING LAUGH
- Anyway...

- Huh?
- Well, like Timothee,

you weren't nice to him
when he first arrived.

Even Morgane, you didn't
welcome Morgane with open arms.

- Oh yeah?

- You have other qualities.
- Think I should I apologize?

- That's between
you and your karma.

SIGHS

(Lightly, lightly, lightly...)

LAUGHS

- Uh, Fred?

I contacted Marie
Boucher's probation officer-

- Hop, hold on.
- OK...

- I'm concentrating.
- Yeah, wait, I informed all the airports

in case she left the area,
but they have nothing to give us.

- OK, great. Thanks.

- And, uh, um,
I wanted to tell you...

I wasn't very nice at first, but...
- Yeah.

- ...and I'll change, I'll make an effort.

And if you want to call me "Giles,"

well, it doesn't bother me.

- Well listen, thank you.
It's great to... question yourself.

LAUGHS

- The prosecutor's in a state.
Where are you on the fugitive?

- I called the parole officer, and also the

airports in case she
tries to leave the area.

- Good, yeah.

- Nothing so far,
but we're moving forward.

- OK. And you Gilles, anything new?

- Huh? Uh, I... pff...

No.

- Well, Gilles, what’s going on, hmm?

You should get back to work,

we have a m*rder*r on the loose.

CELINE: Come on, cheers up!
- (That's done.

And then this...)

What is it?
You all right?

- Yeah...

- Work, work!

Be careful of the desk behind you.

MUTTERS

(And then there's that...)

- Goodbye. That was
the public prosecutor's office.

Three months ago the victim asked
to have his wife and child exhumed.

The request was rejected,
but it's weird, isn't it?

- Hmm.

MARGOT: Your father was so
upset I figured out who did it,

I thought he would
never get over it. But OK.

The story didn't end there, fortunately,
and he immediately got back to writing.

TYPING

- Ah!

Here.

- Josephine, with the candlestick.

. . .

Blind Jean-Luc.

. . .

Diane.

Robert.

Sidonie.

. . .

Sébastien— but
influenced by Michel.

. . .

Gaétan, with the help of binoculars.

The broken glass.

. . .

- You won't get it this time, for sure.

I locked it all down.

It's my masterpiece.

- Hats off! No idea.

- You're sure?
- Yeah!

- Wait, maybe you
weren't paying attention,

there's a clue at the
beginning of Chapter 4,

When Jeanne questions Evelyne,

she mentions a trip...- Antoine, we don’t
care about Jeanne

and Evelyne. Believe me?

- A little. -(That's it.)

MARGOT: And that's how your
father fell in love with me.

ANTOINE:
What are you doing with my recorder?

MARGOT: There you are.
I'm making memories for our baby.

Look what I found in the attic!

It would be nice around the crib, right?
ANTOINE: Beautiful.

KISSING

Oh. Did you eat garlic?
MARGOT: Uh, no,

I don't believe so.
Cool, thanks, huh?

- Great. As soon as she arrives,
you lead the questioning.

- Of course- - Stop, stop! Wait!
Hold everything!

Marie didn't k*ll our
old man, and I can prove it.

Instead, imagine that
it's a triple m*rder. Yeah!

The same assassin k*lled his
wife, his son, and him yesterday.

- His wife and son?
What's she talking about?

- I don't know.
MORGANE: I'll explain.

In '74, the old man's wife and son died.

Well, at the time the doctors
said it was pneumonia.

My a*s! Actually they were
poisoned with arsenic.

- How do you know it was arsenic?

- Because she smelled like sh*t.

Oh yeah! Her breath!

I'll play you the famous cassette!

MARGOT:
It would be nice around the crib, right?

- You'll see. In a moment.
ANTOINE: Beautiful.

KISSING

Did you eat garlic?
- Breath.

Garlic breath! Garlic breath!

Typical of arsenic poisoning!

Arsenic is odorless.
But in the stomach,

it encounters methyl molecules

and transforms into trimethylarthsine,

which has a smell
very close to that of garlic.

- Why couldn't she
have simply eaten garlic?

- Well, she didn't 'simply eat garlic,'

because if that were
the case, she wouldn't have

these little white
streaks on her nails. Look!

This mark! That is called Mees' lines, and this

and is typical of people who
have lived in areas polluted by arsenic.

- His wife and son were poisoned,
FRED: Yeah...

which explains his request
to exhume their bodies,

he suspected something.
- Exactly!

Only the k*ller stopped him
before he could talk.

- It's very interesting.
- Yes!

- Uh, yes.
It's very interesting, Morgane.

- Anyway.

- We must inform the prosecutor we now
suspect Marie Boucher of triple homicide.

- Mmm.
- What? No, no,

you didn't listen to what I just said,
I just proved that it couldn't be her!

FRED: No, not really.

You said there were 2 other
poisonings in Bouzy-en-Biere in '74,

and last night we discovered your
friend lived there from '55 to '75.

- She was a neighbor of the victim.

FRED: Amazing.

- Well it's very weird because
she never talked to me about it, uh,

but that is not the question!

I mean, why would she k*ll this woman
and her baby? It makes no sense!

Right?
- Well, we're going to ask her.

Colleagues picked her up in
a park this morning.

Here she is.

DOOR OPENS

- (What the f*ck?)

- So, which m*rder do we start with?

FRED: Go ahead.

FRED: Okay,

let's do it chronologically.

Margot Broussin and
her baby Paul.

Do they mean anything to you?

- I don't know them.

- Oh. Amazing.

And Antoine Broussin,
you don't know him either?

What were you doing
at his home the night he died?

Explain to me.

- But I already told your colleagues,

I was passing by and
needed somewhere to stay.

FRED: As luck would have it.
MARIE: Yes, that's it.

FRED: That’s a crazy coincidence.

His wife and son died of poisoning

in '74, when you lived next to them.

And 50 years later, you come
back to the area, and bam!

CLAPS

It's his turn.

Amazing.

Come on, Marie, make some effort.

- What an as*h*le, I swear!

SCOFFS
- Yes!
FRED: So?

- Okay.

I wasn't there to squat in his place.

- Oh!
- But I didn't k*ll him either!

I just wanted to steal 2-3 things.

He had invited me to
his place that morning. To chat.

- Huh?

He invited you?
What is this nonsense?

- I went back to steal.

- Seriously?

- You're telling me that you
came to his house to talk?

- Yes, he wanted to talk to me about
his house and the 2 robbers.

- Hold on, sorry, I didn't understand that.

There are two robbers now, is that right?

- There was even one who died inside.

Beep - beep - beep -
beep - beep - beep - beep!

That's my "bullshit" detector. I'm sorry,

that doesn't work for me.
- Not yesterday!

Before he bought his house.
- Yes?

- I lived nearby when I was little.
- Yes?

- He wanted to know

if his house was dangerous.

- We actually have 2 robbers
and a house that kills. Is that it?

- This story about robbers
is weird, isn't it?

- Mmm.

FRED: I call that an imagination,

frightening, like Harry Potter, that. Eh?

- Have there been other
deaths in the house?

FRED: No, you really have something, Marie.

- Hmm, I don't know.

FATAL ROBBERY

- OK, I'll check.

- No, Morgane, that's not a
good idea- No no no- Morgane!

It's not a good idea! No!

IRRITATED GROWL

- Fine. So, the Alvaro Method, huh?

Go on, big girl, think about it.
Try to get your friend out of there.

Why was the victim finding

1 DEAD IN BOUZY-EN-
BIERE ROBBERY CASE

information about these
robbers before he died?

DEATH AT MANSION.
NEIGHBOR, 7, SAW ALL

REPORT

MARCEL:
I didn't k*ll him. It's not me!

DUBOIS: Stop your lies. You wanted
to keep the loot for yourself, right?

MARCEL: I would never have
done that. Alban was like my brother.

More than a brother even.
DUBOIS: So what happened?

MARCEL: It's all my fault.
Alban was methodical.

He had prepared the heist for months,
timing every detail to the second.

And I screwed it up.

ADAM AS ALBAN:
We said we'd wait for my signal.

What the hell are you doing
being so unmanageable? Hell!

MORGANE AS MARCEL:
I couldn't have known that half

of the Gendarmerie would be at the bar!

- You don't read? What about my notes?
- Ooh, well, your notes...

- Wait, you didn't put on your gloves.

Fingerprints? What the hell?

- (Is the yelling over?)

- (We were spotted in the alley. You have
to leave before the cops get here.)

- What if we surrender, huh?
Explain we regret it,

maybe they'll move on.
- No!

Like my sister says, you must
confess in order to be forgiven.

- Your sister pisses me off!
What kind of robbers are you?

SIREN

POLICE: You're surrounded!
CELINE: I'm sick of this sh*t!

See you at the car!
- Hurry it up!

DOGS BARKING

MARCEL: Get a move on!
- Go ahead, I'll join you.

- No, come on!
Are you injured?

Oh sh*t!

HE GRUNTS IN PAIN

Come on, I'm not
going to leave you here.

MARCEL: The others escaped.
But Alban was

losing a lot of blood.
We saw this abandoned house

and decided to hide
there while he recovered.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

I can't help but cause trouble.

- It's my fault,

I shouldn't have let you come.

- So why did you?

- I don't know.

HE GASPS

- Wait, wait! Let me help you.

I know, my mother was
a nurse during the w*r.

Let me look.

The b*llet has gone through,
it should heal nicely.

I'll fix your bandage.

- Urrrh!
- Did I hurt you?

- Well, no.

MARIE: What are you doing?

MARCEL: Hey— hi, little one!

We're hiding because...
bad guys want to k*ll us.

If you're asked, you say nothing, OK?
- No one will look for you here,

people don't come in the house

because of the Green Lady.
But I'm not afraid.

- She's going to rat us out.
Go ahead, sh**t.

- I'm not fine with that.
- sh**t!

- You'll have to do it yourself.

- Tell me, what's your name?

- My name is Marie.

- It's a pretty name. Oh!
What you're eating looks good.

MARIE: Want some?
MARCEL: Yeah...

That'll be 1,000 francs.

LAUGHS

- Cheeky, huh?

Hey, tell you what. I only
have 10. Give me credit?

- All right.

- Say, Marie, can you find
us something else to eat?

- Yes.

- That's great.

ALBAN CHOKING

- (She...)

(She's here.)

- Eh? What? What's happening?

- (The Green Lady,

she was choking me.)

- No, but... Don't worry,
it's ghost story bullshit.

Oh jeez, you're freezing!

LABORED BREATHING

Hold on, let me look.

. . .

I don't understand, you were healing well.

Listen, go back to sleep, eh?

You had a nightmare, go back to sleep.

Mmm...

Mmm!

Marie?

- It's the Green Lady, she took him.

- Huh? What are you talking about?

GASPS

Alban? Alban!

Alban...

Alban?

SIREN

MORGANE: Marie, who is the Green Lady?
- Ah!

What's wrong with you?
I have a weak heart.

- Answer the question:
Who is the Green Lady?

The chick in the painting!
The one you told

the two robbers about.
Who is she?

- The one who haunts the house?
She died in it,

and kills everyone who goes inside.

- OK, so you wait until now
to talk to me about this?

You never asked!

FRED: Marie?
- Oh sh*t.

FRED:
We still have things to say, let's go, up!

What are you doing here?
- What am I doing here?

What am I doing here?
- Yes.

- I'm watching the prisoner,
that's what I'm doing.

Well, I know appearances
aren't in her favor,

OK, OK, but I assure you, you're
about to do something really stupid.

- What's the deal? You
had the intuition about the fern,

the manicure revelation-
- No— no,

but it turns out there are lots of files

on the history of the house
and the panic room, all right?

I think our old man wasn't
just investigating the deaths

of his son and his wife, in fact
he was gathering as much

information as possible about
his house. Why? Because he thought

there was a link between his
house and the death of his family!

- Wait, stop, stop, stop. You're telling
me you went to the crime scene

without permission, is that right?
- Yes, yes, all right,

who cares? That's not it-
- Who do you think you are, Morgane?

LAUGHS
Huh?

- Who do I think I am?
- Yes!

- Who do you think you are?

Are you completely stupid, or what?

You don't give a f*ck about
accusing the wrong person!

- Listen 160, I'm sorry your
boyfriend left,

but I'm not your boyfriend
or your stud, I'm your boss!

You hear me? Your boss!

So calm down right now,
come back from edge

if you don't want a
reprimand, OK? Understood?

WORDS FAIL MORGANE
What, what are you going to do?

Go ahead.
- You're gonna die, as*h*le!

You're gonna die.

Come on, move.
- Oh! Oh oh OH!

Wake up, we're not
in a hotel here. Come on!

Move!

- ('160.')

You'll see my 160.

MORGANE:
You'll see if I calm down.

I'll close it for you, this investigation.

So my little old man,

what did you find about the Green Lady?

Diary entries.

Oh, a tasty morsel...

READING TO HERSELF
GILBERTE: September 16, 1885.

It's been a year since
the gentleman passed away.

Despite the debts, Madam Marguerite
does not let herself be defeated.

She is holding a salon this evening
to find the man who will save the estate.

But she's very upset that she
can't afford a new toilet.'

GILLES AS GILBERTE:
I found some of your mother's dresses.

They're a little worn in places,
but I can mend them.

MORGANE AS MARGUERITE:
Oh my, just old things.

Horrible!

Oh dear, depressing.

- This one is very pretty
and you'll look great.

- Pretty, pretty... Maybe under Napoleon.

Do you want me to find a
bedridden husband? Oh no.

It's missing... I don't know—
Color? Fantasy? That's it!

Oh! I have an idea!

Why not leopard?

That would be bold, huh?
- Leopard, madam!

While I live, there will be no
wild animals among your clothes.

- Hey, let's go green!

Oh yes, green! It's perfect!
It's the future, right?

Look; like this.

Or even like that.
LAUGHS

Come on, Gilberte, go get your sewing kit.

- I'll hurry, I'll hurry, I'm delighted!

- We have no money, we have ideas, ha ha...

GILBERTE: September 18. Madam
caused a sensation in her new dress.

The rich Duke of Roubaix courted her.

But as usual she did what she wanted.

HENRI AS ROUBAIX: I'll have to invite
you to my town, Saint-Honoré-les-Bains.

- Mmm!
- I also have a private hotel in the capital.

You like opera, I imagine?

- Say, do you know who that
man is over there? The tall one.

- The Marquis of Quiberon?

A nobleman who squandered
his fortune on medical research.

- Oh.

- He claims that we are surrounded
by small invisible organisms

that make us sick,

and that he is able to
protect us from them.

Oh, of course I tried
to buy this discovery

from him, the imbecile refused.

He prefers to eat rocks.

- Hold this for me.
Excuse me, I'll be right back.

Sir? Is my alcohol so bad?

KARADEC AS QUIBERON:
Sorry, it's not your cognac.

There are germs.

- 'Germs'?
QUIBERON: Yes.

I think... well, I believe
alcohol could eliminate them.

- Yes, you think there's...
an invisible world around us.

Is that right?
- Yes, that's my hypothesis,

they are tiny rather than invisible.

I think with a magnifying glass

powerful enough, we could even see them.

- Fascinating!

Me too, can you believe it?

- Pardon?
- I feel invisible tonight.

At least... in your eyes.

- I'm sorry, I'm rude.

Uh...

Auguste de Quiberon, medical
researcher and... mediocre guest.

MARGUERITE: Milk?
QUIBERON: Yes—

—when protected from the air,
after heating it it will no longer go bad.

- Fine, assuming that your
little creatures are all around us...

- Mm-hmm.
- ...do you think such small animals

can harm us?

- Yes, madam, I'm sure of it.
- Oh!

- Even if, in small doses,
they could be useful to us.

- Oh, really?
- Yes.

My hypothesis is the following:

I think each of us is a
carrier of these small organisms,

- No!
- Yes.

and we exchange millions
of them with each contact.

- At each contact?
- Absolutely.

A handshake. A sneeze. A breath.

SHE LAUGHS
:

- A kiss?

- Yes, a kiss.

GILBERTE: November 15.

Madame and the
Marquis are inseparable.

She is happier than ever.

But I worry a lot about the
debts she's hiding from him.

- Thank you, Gilberte.

- Go on, continue, I'm interested.

- 'The infectious agent of
rabies is systematically fatal.'

'I think that by inoculating
ourselves with a weakened version,

we could protect ourselves from it.'
- No! Really?

- At least, it is more than likely.

- Show me.
- Look.

- (How do you draw so well?)

SHE LAUGHS

GILBERTE: Clients are getting impatient.

A solution must be found urgently,

otherwise Madam Marguerite
will have to marry another.

GILBERTE: That's the result...
MARGUERITE: Oh!

- I see a solution.
- The old man who doesn't smell good?

- Marguerite...

you will not regret it.

- I have a better one.

MARGUERITE:
Not a word to Auguste. Swear to me.

- (I swear!)

Oh!

ROUBAIX: Do you want me to recount?
MARGUIERITE: No, I trust you.

- Thanks.

QUIBERON: Marguerite!

What have you done?

GILBERTE: May 14.
Monsieur has left for good.

For months, Madame has been writing
him letters that remain unanswered.

Grief consumes her.

August 23. It's been more than
2 years since the Marquis left.

Since the news of her
marriage, Marguerite never

takes off the dress she
was wearing when they met—

TEARFULLY
- Auguste...

—and refuses to eat.

Auguste...

- That's enough, madam.

You have to get up now, it's late.

There is a beautiful sun. Madam?

GILBERTE: October 4.

It's terrible.

- Madam?

GILBERTE:
Madame Marguerite is no more.

Madam, no!

Madam— please.

Madam.

TEARFULLY
No, Madam!

COUGHS

DRAFT

FRED: You're sure you're right, respect.

- (Where are you, Morgane?)

- But you have a long list of priors.

You have a motive,
we see your face on the CCTV.

Do you seriously think
you get the benefit of the doubt

because you decided to shut up?

Huh, Marie?

So you see, the best strategy
for you now is to confess.

If you cooperate with the judge,

you might get out of
prison before age 90,

You'll die in prison.

- She'll crack.
- Are you sure? Gilles!

But that doesn't fit
with our hypotheses.

All right.

OK thanks.

That was the lab. They found no traces
of arsenic in Antoine's stomach.

However, they found
large quantities in his lungs,

as if he had breathed it, not eaten it.

But that doesn't fit
with the suspect's M.O.

- Breathed how?
- Well I don't know, it's as if

the air in the house was poisoned.

- Poisoned?

COUGHING

. . .

NARRATORS: Hidden in our homes,
this mold was once a real terror.

- Tucked into curtains, drapes,
and bedding it would've

caused thousands of
deaths in the 19th century.

- For by digesting the
pigments contained in its tissues,

'Penicillium brevicaule'
secretly secretes arsenic.

. . .

GASPING

Look what I found in the attic!

It would be nice around the crib, right?

- Here, I found this for you.

It should keep you warm.

- Gilberte, I'm not sure about which side.

This side or this side?
- On your left, madam.

- Very well.

Hurry up, Gilberte!
- I'm doing it as fast as I can.

GASPING

GILBERTE:
Madam— please.

No Madam!

MARCEL: Alban!

Alban...

GILLES: ...he died a few
months after he was born,

the same year as the mother.

- Karadec, what are you doing there?

- Get up, Morgane!
- Huh?

- You're in danger,
get out of here right now!

- No no no no, I want to stay with you!

- You're losing consciousness!

- No!

- Forget me, right now!
- No!

- Morgane! Morgane!
SHE GASPS

COUGHING

GASPING

SIREN

- MORGANE!

SHE COUGHS

Oh oh oh!

Oh oh!

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

GASPING

. . .

- Hello? Yes. I need an
ambulance right now!

- So a fungus k*lled all these people?

- Yeah, the- the- the peni-...

pen- peni? Penicu...
- 'ullium.'

- Wait— penilium...

Peninin... no...
- (Penicullium.)

Penicullium! Penicullium,
uh— brevicaule— brevicaule,

brevicaule! Penicillium brevicaule.
- Yes!

- A mold found on
the walls of old houses.

- The fungus is harmless in itself,

the problem is that it attacks wallpaper
and fabric from the 19th century,

a period when a lot of arsenic was
used in pigments, especially in glass.

So the fungus attacks the arsenic,

digests it, and releases it
into the air in the form of arsine,

a highly toxic gas.
- Concentrated, it becomes deadly.

- Well, yes, and that's what I said.

- Especially if the contaminated
fabrics are used in

upholstered cribs, blankets, or dresses.

- But what about the last
victim, Antoine Broussin?

- Hearing his alarm, he
took refuge in his panic room,

a 12 square meter
area, hermetically sealed,

which contained the fabrics
for years. So he reached

the lethal dose in a few hours.

- Exactly, a serial k*ller fungus.
Crazy, huh?

I did a good job- I mean
we did a good job of digging.

- Great teamwork. Hmm?

- Absolutely. I'm going
to free our suspect.

And, uh, "Giles"?

You finish the report as
soon as possible. Agreed?

- (Yeah...)

'ODE TO JOY' RINGTONE

- Excuse me. Hello, yes?
- Gilles?

- (Gilles, I know you never
see evil, zero, nowhere.)

- Mmm.
- (But you should be wary of Fred.)

- (I know-!)
- (Ssh! No, trust me, all right?)

(I'll explain it to you, but I
don't feel it. It's not clear.)

- Awesome. Take good care of her.
Thanks, thank you very much.

That was the hospital. Morgane is fine.
- YES! CHUCKLES

And the baby?

- What baby?

THEA: Your lasagna was good.
LUDO: Of course it's good.

ELIOTT: You raised the bar.
THEA: And a helping for our survivor.

You almost died, but at least
Ludo let you have the sofa.

- Oh, you're exaggerating.
Who made the lasagna?

- Thank you.

- I know, it was you.
- So, thank you— who?

ALL: Thank you, Ludo!

- Well, while you
risked your life for free,

I made progress
on our little investigation.

It turns out that Timothée
is hanging on to the lead.

You know, yellows and reds.

Did he call you back?
Did you remember to call?

Mom, are you all right?
Should I call the "doctor"?

- No, sorry. I'm tired,
it's nothing, don't worry.

- All right. We'll talk about it later.
- OK.

- Your lasagna is very good.

MORGANE SIGHS

- Forget me, Morgane!
SHE SNIFFLES

- Can I have some more?

SUPERCOP

PUT IN TRASH?

NUMBER WITHHELD
MOBILE RINGS

MOBILE RINGS

- Hello?
MARIE: Hello, chickie!

Thank you for the help.

- Marie? Wait, you
had a mobile all this time?

- Well, yeah.

Hey— don't worry about the
other as*h*le. I'm taking care of it.

- Wait, Marie? Marie, what 'other as*h*le'?

DISCONNECT TONES

ENGINE STARTS

SHIFTS

SCREAMS

- DIE, as*h*le!

IMPACT