05x08 - Supernova

[bunniefuu]

PÉNOT: Would you like to
add anything, Mr Geffress?

- Uh, I just want to reiterate my
motivation to join the police force.

- Very good.

Listen, you'll receive our
response within two weeks by email.

- Very good. Thank you
very much, good day.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- All right, ladies and
gentlemen: only one more.

Next candidate!

Next candidate: Ms Alvaro!

CÉLINE: (What is she doing?)
RAPID FOOTSTEPS

MORGANE: Uh, mom, cover your eyes.

It clearly says 'pull-up'
on it, it's not complicated!

I have to let you go, mom.

Excuse me, I was obliged
to entrust my son to my mother,

It's a situation I try to
avoid as much as possible,

but this time I had a childcare issue-
- No problem. Let's go.

Please have a seat.
- Yes, let's go. Oh!

A little privacy.

DOOR CLOSES

There we go!

- Will you start by briefly introducing
yourself to the panel, please?

- Yes, absolutely, uh...

Morgane Alvaro, 44, single. Mother of thr-

four children, by three different fathers,

and, always, three consumer loans,

- (Not the smear test...)

- ...and 1,824 days since I
joined the police force as a consultant.

SIGH OF RELIEF
PÉNOT: Well, uh,

can you tell us about the
reasons that brought you here today?

- Yes, uh, well...

it's very simple, it's just that...

it just so happens that I completely agree

with the values ​​of the Police Nationale.

So, these values include 'integrity,'

uh, 'order,' I like order, I like
when things are neat and tidy.

And then, the desire to serve
my country—that's why, huh?

It sounds nice, doesn't it, this
idea of ​​an individualistic society?

But if everyone just does
whatever they want, what happens?

Well, it just leads to
chaos, that's all—chaos

and nothing but chaos. No,

at some point, there
needs to be laws, okay?

We need people to enforce these rules

and I'm going to be part of it, that's it.
MOBILE RINGS

MOBILE RINGS

Oh f*ck. sh*t, sorry, excuse me.

What, still?

EXASPERATED
Obviously there's no Velcro, Mom,

these are pull-up diapers, they're fitted!

There! Yes! I have to go.
Whew!

Complicated. So— whoops, where was I?

FERSEN:
Your love for respecting the rules.

- Yes! I love it! I love rules, I love-
- Very good! Questions, hmm?

Lt Rochas?
- Uh... no.

- Hmm. Ricovski?
- Uh, yes, perhaps just one last thing.

Cmsr Hazan's recommendation
mentions that you are HPI,

and that this characteristic
is an advantage for the police,

but that it also requires a certain
framework. Can you tell us more?

- Well...

well let's say under my hood here
is a Formula 1 engine,

but it was delivered to me

with no brakes, and...

and a faulty steering wheel.

So, without power steering
it's a guaranteed crash.

And that's, I think
that's what Céline does—

—or rather, I mean— the commissioner...

And then there's the
entire team, all right, okay?

They actually help me with...

holding the steering wheel.

And, uh, in exchange, I,

I just help them sort out some
things related to cases, it's...

it's a "win-win"!

FERSEN: Well, uh..

We've covered all aspects?
PÉNOT: Yes.

- Already?
FERSEN: Yes, thanks so much,

but I think that unfortunately-
- Do you have an example

to illustrate your point?

- Uh... oh, plenty,

- (Yes!)

- And now I can't think of it,
but- yes! Well yes, yes, yes!

For example, I discovered

where a dead man spent his afternoon.

- Dead man, what dead man?

- You haven't heard about the
physicist who was found m*rder*d?

Do you have two minutes?

- Be my guest.

- Okay, well, it all started
in a parking lot in Roubaix.

Well, here's the thing,
I ended up arriving late,

but that wasn't my fault,
the road was closed...

- Yes, yes yes, I know, I'm late!

But the highway was closed,
what am I supposed to say?

ADAM: One hour and 45 minutes late.
A new record, Morgane.

- Karadec? What are you doing
here? I thought you were in jail.

- Provisional release pending my trial.

Just got out this morning.

I wasn’t going to leave you like that.

GILLES: So our victim's
name is Manon Boutière,

PhD candidate in astrophysics at
the Lille Institute of Scientific Research.

Her boyfriend reported
her missing last night

when she didn't
come home from work.

According to Dr Benzaoui, she
died between 5 and 8 pm last night.

They strangled her with a
piece of wire or a shoelace.

MORGANE: Well, well, well.

A sticky stick.

A square stick...

AGHAST
- Morgane!

- Sugar on one end.
And not the other...

Sugar.

No sugar.

This end is sweet, but this end?

MORGANE: Not sweet.
- Well, let's get to the point, please?

Were there any witnesses
at your crime scene?

- Apart from the passerby
who discovered the body, no.

- CCTV, then?

- That neither. However, there
were plenty of them at the fairground!

- Fairground? What fairground?

- Well, you'd already know that
if you let me finish my story!

Well, here we go, let me rewind...

FAST-REVERSE AUDIO

- Well, well, well.

A sticky stick.

A square stick...

- Morgane!

- Sugar on one end.
And not the other...

- Remind you of anything?
ADAM: No.

- Mm-mmm.

HAPPY CROWD NOISE

FORBIDDEN TO GET ON OR
OFF VEHICLE WHILE IN MOTION

HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

- So, as I was saying,

we went to the fairground,

the same place where
the girl had spent her afternoon.

HAPPY CROWD NOISE,
CALLIOPE MUSIC, PA ANNOUNCER

. . .

- There. It's our victim.

- Does she seem nervous to you?

She keeps looking behind her,
like she's being followed.

Do you have any videos on that side?
- Yes.

GILLES: That woman's following her!
ADAM: Mm-hmm.

- sh*t, she's disappeared.

ADAM: There, the mirror on
the left. Can you zoom in?

She went the opposite way and
managed to lose her pursuer.

Are there cameras there?
- No, sorry.

- Tell me... - Hello.

- This girl bought some cotton
candy from you yesterday.

What can you tell me about her?

- Is this a joke?

No but, thing is, I have hundreds
of people coming and going all day.

Besides, it was my colleague,
so I won't be able to help you with that.

MORGANE: And him with the
soccer ba*ls, is he often here?

- Who, Zizou?

From opening to closing.

But I don't know if he'll be
able to help you, to be honest.

- Okay, thanks.
- No, but...

MORGANE: Hey! World champion!

'98!

Oh, come on, don't
look at me like that.

I have the feeling
you're gonna headbutt me.

Headbutt? Zidane? '98?
World Cup, right?

You weren't sleeping?

Not exactly the brightest bulb in the box.

All right, have you seen
this girl before? Look.

Here. Here!

ZIZOU: No, never seen her!

- Are you kidding me?

You have a pen that belongs to her.

- ...Manon Boutière,
PhD candidate in astrophysics

at the Lille Institute
of Scientific Research.

- 'Lille Institute of Scientific Research'!
It's hers- GASPS

You whacked her for a pen, is that it?

- She's dead?

- Oh, I thought you didn't know her!

- Who?

- Uh- her! Come on!

- Yes, she's my friend.

She came often.

She gave me pieces of
chocolate, a small gesture, that's all.

- Okay, so like yesterday?

- No, not yesterday.

MORGANE: She didn't come yesterday?
- Yes! Why?

- But you just said-! Oh, man!

- Yesterday she just came
up to me quickly and-

tossed me this thing
and then went off

to get some cotton candy,
without even saying hello!

- Okay, listen, in any case,
it's confiscated, all right?

Ah! But-

- It's €25!

- '€25,' you messing with me?

- €30!

MORGANE: For a promotional pen?
- €1,000!

- Yeah, is that right?
CROSSTALK

- A cruise ship
while we're at it?

- Sorry, but we're getting off track
here, get back to the point please!

You said earlier that
the victim had a boyfriend.

I imagine you ended up questioning him.

- My colleague did, yes.

Only he didn't know
what was on the key.

- 'The key'? What key?

- Oh! But-!
THEY GROWL

The USB key that was in the cap!

Okay, can I tell my
story the way I want to now?

All right, so I'll continue:

We’ve come back from the fair,

the boyfriend is being
questioned next door, and we

are analyzing the USB key.

- Pffff.

DISTRAUGHT
NATHAN: Manon was a real brain.

She'd been working
for two years "non-stop"

on her astrophysics thesis.
The topic was...

Fullerene C60,*
* A SPHERICAL CARBON MOLECULE

its ability to absorb cosmic radiation
in space engineering.

But anyway,
I didn't really ask about it because...

I never really understood
what her thing was about.

- That's way too technical. Can you
translate? Because I'm completely lost.

- Gilles, do you really
think that if I understood that

I'd be working for the Lille police
instead of NASA? Seriously?

- But documentaries are your
crossword puzzles, you know everything.

SPEECHLESS

- You're funny, Toto!

Uh, no, there are still some gaps.

Oh, well clearly, we have a real mess here.

- Yes...

- Okay, let's go to the next photo.

What are you doing with...
- "Stop -op op op op..."

my rearview mirror fell off.

Apparently this is very
common with this model of car.

It's not a problem, I'll keep it.

So, it's here, and I ordered
another one, a better one.

SKEPTICALLY
MORGANE: Okay. Mm-hmm.

Oh! Okay!

Ah, I...
HE LAUGHS

'It doesn't work,' huh?
- (Ssshhhhhhhhh!)

DAPHNÉ:
(What's the problem? I don't understand.)

- (No, nothing. I've
had a stiff neck,

my neck has been hurting
for several months, so...)

- Ms Alvaro, let's get
back to the point, please!

- Could you summarize?

Was the woman who was following
your victim identified by her boyfriend?

- No, sorry, did you say Manon
was at the fairground yesterday?

- Yes.
- But Manon's only been to the fair once,

two months ago, hanging
out there on my birthday.

She hated it.

I don't really see why
she would go back there.

- She got rid of the USB key when
she realized she was being followed.

And here are its contents—
does it ring any bells for you?

- No, sorry, I'm a musician,

it's not something
that appeals to me. But

I imagine it's something
to do with her research.

- Do you know if Manon
was in conflict with anyone, with

one of her colleagues in the laboratory?

- No.

During her time there
Manon got along well with everyone.

Except for Letellier, but that's not it.

- 'Letellier'?

- Professor Letellier, her thesis advisor.

- All right. And?

- The guy's a "real star"
in the world of astrophysics.

When he agreed to take
Manon on as a doctoral student

she was so happy, like
she won the EuroMillions lottery,

but things quickly
turned sour between them.

It was obvious she didn't
want him to advise her anymore.

- Do you have any idea
what might explain this change?

- Yeah. But she didn't tell me
about it directly, someone else did.

The other night, we were sleeping,

and I heard her mumble
something in her sleep.

She kept saying—

—'It's you, you're the one,
you're a r*pist, Letellier, a r*pist!'

I confronted her about it, but

but she told me not to worry.

But it's stayed on my mind.

The r*pe, it's stayed with me.

- So, my colleague and I decided,
of course, to go and question

the r*pist specializing in fullerenes...

By the way, did I tell
you that he was the one

who found a way to use them in
the aerospace industry 15 years ago?

- No.
- Well, that's no small achievement,

he almost won the Nobel Prize!

FERSEN:
The facts, Ms Alvaro, the facts!

- Okay, I'll speed up!

FAST-FORWARD AUDIO

ADAM: Hello. Prof Letellier?
- Yes?

- Can we speak to you
for a moment in private?

- Yes.

- Sorry, I'm still in a bt of shock.

SIGHS
Who could do such a thing?

- We're investigating to find out.

How would you describe
your relationship with Manon?

- As expected, just like
with all my PhD students.

- Are you sure? Because
I heard from a witness

that things were
tense between you two.

LAUGHS
- No, am I dreaming? What a generation.

Yes, I had some criticisms
about Manon's work

in recent months, expressed in
a somewhat direct manner.

But nowadays, requiring a young
physicist to prove their hypotheses

through experimentation has clearly
been deemed psychological harassment.

- So, wait a minute,
if I understand correctly,

you're talking about
psychological harassment, right?

Would you say this is a case of
generational misunderstanding

between geezers and Gen Z?

And regarding sexual harassment,
I also imagine that she must have been

too sensitive about someone
touching her butt with their
hands? Right, is that it?

- Sorry?
- Well I dunno, I-

- My colleague means

that Manon's boyfriend seemed
to believe that...

your 'conflict' extends
beyond the professional context.

- Wha-?
MORGANE: Mmm. He told us she

was talking about you in her sleep.
She called you a r*pist.

- (r*pist?)
But that's absolutely ridiculous!

Now, apparently, I'm
a toxic thesis advisor,

and a r*pist, simply
because I expect my students

to maintain a minimum
level of scientific rigor?

No. The disagreements with Manon
were purely methodological in nature.

She had based her thesis on

on a series of completely
flawed assumptions,

and instead of
incorporating my feedback

she decided that I was the problem!

Yes, yes, yes, indeed,
that's when I lost it

a little bit and I lost my temper. There!

But I have never laid a hand on her! Never!

And I didn't m*rder her either—

—because I imagine that's
going to be your next accusation.

Other questions? Hmm?

- Yes. Just one.

We found photos on a
USB key belonging to the victim.

Have any idea who she could be?

- But how did she get hold of that?

ADAM: You know what that is?

- Yes, these are the plans for
military satellites from my research, but

I don't understand this,
they're 15 years old,

they're supposed to be
classified as defense secrets.

- KARADEC! I FOUND OUR WOMAN!

YELPS
Karadec! Agh!

YELLS IN PAIN

- Police! Let her go!

- Stay calm! I'm one of you.

- Slowly!

- Catherine Stern, DGSI.*
* INTERNAL SECURITY

I think we need to talk
about Manon Boutière.

Thank you for agreeing to follow us.
- No problem, we're better off here.

- What do you think you're doing?
- I'm filming our interview.

Go ahead. What can you tell me
about the death of Manon Boutière?

- There's a misunderstanding.

It's me asking the questions.

- Very well.

I suggest we start with some give
and take. You can have the ball first.

- Very well.

In this video, you can be seen following
Manon Boutière on the day she died.

Can you tell me what you wanted with her?

- Defense secret. Sorry.

STERN: My turn.

You showed classified
documents as evidence earlier.

Who else saw them?

- We don't quite understand
each other, Ms Stern.

You certainly work
for intelligence services,

but I'm investigating
the death of this young woman.

There's a series of videos in
which you can be seen following her.

So, DGSI or not, either you collaborate,

or I think about putting you in custody.

- No mics?

May I?
- Go ahead.

- I wasn't following
your victim, I was surveilling.

My department now suspects Manon
Boutière of being an undercover agent.

- 'Undercover agent'?
Are you saying she was a spy?

- Well, hold onto your underwear!

because here it gets complicated, okay?

- The case dates back to 2009.

At that time, the Ministry of
Defense had the brilliant idea of

a partnership with the Institute
where our doctoral student was working.

Within the framework of this collaboration,

three physicists selected at random

obtained access to
secret defense satellite plans.

Eight months later, Amir Tehrani,
Iranian, PhD student in humanities,

who worked in another
department of the Institute,

was found m*rder*d
in a parking lot,

with copies of the
relevant plans on him.

- A PhD in humanities and nothing else?
How did he gain access to the plans?

- That's the question we
asked ourselves. My investigation

revealed that our
Iranian has connections

to one of the physicists on
the program, Dr Montcreuset.

We deduced they were
part of the same network

and Montcreuset had
given him the plans.

But by the time I was
allowed to speak to the physicist

he had vanished.

- And where is Manon in all this?

- Following the 2009 disaster,

I have maintained discreet
surveillance of the Institute.

Nothing suspicious happened
for 15 years. And then,

last week your doctoral student triggered
an alert in the middle of the night,

illegally accessing the
computer of her thesis advisor,

Prof Letellier.
- Mm-hmm?

She copied a set of files onto a USB
key, including the famous satellite plans.

I deduced that the lab
had been infiltrated again.

- She was being shadowed,
and a few days later she was m*rder*d.

Do you have any idea
what might have happened?

- I don't. She managed to lose
me in the crowd at the fairground.

- I think you can see
that in your latest video.

- Indeed.

We'll need the complete file on this case.
- No problem.

You share your information and

and I'll have ours sent to you.

THUD
CELINE: Everything's censored!

I warn you, we're not giving
them anything anymore,

understand? Nothing at
all, no more of anything!

- We already sent
them everything, so...

FRUSTRATED
- Arrgh!

- Fine!
Uh, if I understood correctly,

we have two doctoral
students at the same Institute,

who were k*lled with these
plans, but 15 years apart:

This Amir Tehrani, a humanities student

who may have been working
for the Iranian intelligence services;

and our victim. We can
assume that they were targeted

by the same person. So?

Who'd have an interest in doing that?

- Oh, well I know! Well—

—it's...

MELODRAMATICALLY
a double agent!

SIGHS - So, a double agent

who's working for whom, Morgane?

- Oh yes! No, I don't know that!

There's no James Bond,
there's no double agent, so...

- Morgane, thank you for
this wonderful contribution.

And him, who's that guy over there?

- That's Dr Paul Montcreuset,

an astrophysicist at the
Institute who also works on-?

Fullerenes!

He had access to the plans, and

disappeared without a trace
three weeks after the theft.

So we believe he was the one
who passed them to the Iranian student.

- So he was a spy too?

LAUGHING
- Ah ha ha!

He wasn't just a simple spy.
He was...

He was...

MELODRAMATICALLY
A mole!

- A mole and a double agent are
basically the same thing, Morgane.

LAUGHS
PATRONIZINGLY

Oh Daphné, how naive you are!

He wasn't just an
ordinary mole. He was-

- Morgane, if you say
'triple agent' you're fired!

- A QUADRUPLE AGENT! You're right,
we always need to consider that!

- You're wearing me out, Morgane!

And you: stop encouraging her!

sh*t!

- But I- I- okay- I didn't say anything!

Seriously?
DOOR SLAMS

Why does she
react like that?

For once we actually
have a spy involved in a case!

- You saw the newspaper?
- What?

- The commander's trial
date for has been set,

and the prosecution is
requesting a prison sentence

ELIOTT: Okay, I'll pass you the ball!

THÉA: Well, I’ve read
everything for your oral exam.

And their top piece
of advice is: 'Be yourself.'

But I don't think that's
a very good idea in your case.

- Well thanks.

- You know what
I mean, right?

- No, no.

- Okay, anyway, I found this
sunscreen in Serge's things.

It's #50. But it's clearly
from the '70s, right?

On that note, have you
bought tickets for Santo Domingo?

- Stop bothering me "non
stop" about Santo Domingo!

I want to remind you that I'm
the only one who wasn't invited!

Very classy by the way,
ELIOTT SHOUTS ENCOURAGEMENT

separating a mother from
her children— hat's off to him.

- But Mom, you're technically
still his ex-girlfriend, right?

- She's cool with it,
I've already been invited.

- Hey, you know what?
She's so cool with it,

she's gonna pay for your
swimsuit and flip-flops.

Here, I thought of your sunscreen.
- Thanks, mom.

- Ask her to reimburse me, because
this trip is starting to cost me a lot.

- Oh- Look out mom!
YELPS

ELIOTT: You okay?

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN...

- Pardon, Ms Alvaro, but we have
a little trouble understanding

the connection between this spy
business and your kids playing football.

- Ah! There, a good question!

The connection?
The ball, obviously!

- Well mom, what're we doing here?

- They aren't ba*ls, they're molecules.
- Molecules?

- Yeah. Super-strong molecules
made up of 60 carbon atoms.

In other words, the exact thing
that 'Just the facts' cretin

won't let me say: Fullerenes.

- Who's 'Just the facts'?...

- Yes, who is it?

- It's me!

♪ FANFARE FOR THE COMMON MAN ♪
BY COPLAND

. . .

It's actually my nickname.

It's because my name is Vandraud,

And so Vandraud, Van-draud,

from that you get 'venons,'

and then 'venons-en aux faits'.*
* GET TO THE FACTS

It stuck ever since.

. . .

- Very well, let’s continue.
Go ahead.

- Yes, I'll continue. So:

Ball games have existed
since ancient times,

but the ba*ls themselves have
evolved enormously over time because,

for example, in the Middle Ages, our
ancestors made them with a pig's bladder.

Here! I have one, a pig's bladder!

The problem is, they were very fragile.

So not great for a sport that
involves non-stop kicking, you see?

Then in the 19th century
we had the idea of

​​covering the bladder with leather
strips to make it more resistant.

Hey! This is it, see?

The bladder and the leather bands here.

So it’s true, it makes it
more resistant, but the other

problem is that it's no
longer spherical at all.

LAUGHING
So it’s a hassle to sh**t the penalties!

Well, so engineers from all over
the world worked on the subject,

and in the 1960s

they concluded that the
ideal shape for a soccer ball was...

Hey!

So, this thing is composed of
12 pentagons and 20 hexagons.

Super-resistant and
almost perfectly spherical.

And so it's this design that
became the reference ball

when it was redesigned by Adidas
with the famous black and white motif.

for the 1970 World Cup.
Watch out! Wooo!

FOOTBALL CHEERING

. . .

- YEAH! YEAH! WOOO! WOOOO!

All right then.

We can say that the guys felt
like they'd invented something crazy.

Except that the most gifted
engineer is still nature. Yeah!

And so at the end of the
twentieth century, surprise,

physicists discovered that soccer ba*ls

had already existed for millions
of years in interstellar space,

but in a miniature version,
in the form of carbon molecules.

They're called? They're called?

They're called...?

Footballenes. Or— watching?—

Fullerenes! Crazy, right?

Einstein said 'god doesn't play dice,'
but maybe he plays football! Who knows?

- Fascinating indeed, but I'm afraid
we're all losing the thread a little.

Let's get to the point, p- please.

- Uh, you still haven’t understood?

Zizou? The homeless so-called football fan

who's never heard of the 2006 headbutt?

He wasn't drawing ba*ls and
it wasn't the cotton candy

that drew Manon to the fair. Well, no!

It was to meet
the specialist in fullerenes,

a physicist who disappeared 15 years ago

amidst an espionage scandal!

So— children, this is Dr Montcreuset.

Dr Montcreuset, my children.

Well, say hello!

- Hello, doctor. - Hello.

- Hello kids!

DUQUENON: Zizou? So he was the spy?
- And the k*ller?

- And so you take your
children to arrest a suspect.

- Not at all! Of course not! Uh...

Morgane has this very,
very maternal personality,

she took the whole team under
her wing immediately upon arriving,

so when she refers to her 'children' she's
obviously talking about her colleagues!

CROSSTALK

- Exactly!
DAPHNÉ: Especially Gilles,

because he's very, very immature.
- Yes! Yes yes, well, yes, a child,

to me more of a -

- Well, can we start again?

No objection, Capt Fersen?
- No, no.

- Good, well I'll start over.

Here, 007, my treat.

HE GRUNTS

MORGANE: Hey.

-You wouldn’t have a dry white instead?

- You think you're at
Fouquet's or something?

- Hey hey...!
TRAILS OFF, GURGLING

- I swear... .

Hey, well done on
your cover, in any case, eh,

with the beard there?

You don't get recognized much.

All right, hey, which side
are you on? Who do you ride for?

KGB? CIA? Mossad?

- I belong to no one.

I am an orphan planet
drifting through space-time.

- An independent spy.
Yes, interesting.

I imagine you're gonna tell me you
had nothing to do with Manon's death.

It's a bit of a coincidence that
we found the satellite plans on her

that everyone accuses you
of stealing 15 years ago.

- It's not coincidence, just a
series of quantum entanglements.

- Why're you giving me a hard time,

I wanted to play the cool girl
who questions you at my house.

MORGANE: I'm ordering a pizza...
- Wait, 'cool girl,' 'at my house'?

Don't tell me the interrogation
was at your home?

- Is that how you understood it?
When Morgane says 'at my house,'

she obviously means the Directorate.

That's it, the Police Nationale
is a big house, obviously!

- Obviously! Yes, yes!

- Yes, obviously.

Could you stop
constantly interrupting her?

Because it makes the
conversation very awkward.

MORGANE: So I'll continue...

You gonna answer me?
What was your relationship with Manon?

- She recognized me
from the crafts I do at the fair.

'Dr Montcreuset,' she said—
I didn't realize she was talking to me,

I hadn’t heard that name for years—

—she offered to pay me
in chocolate if I helped her.

So, I made an effort to remember.

- 'If you helped her'? With what?

IRRITATED
- With her equations, obviously!

Her ignorant thesis advisor
had completely confused her.

Using a constant value of 10 for the
number of particles at relativistic speed!

Letellier's the one who spit that out!

Superficial and pretentious!

- Question: You're telling
me the woman made mistakes

in her highly specialized
astrophysics thesis because

her advisor misled her? The guy
was practically a Nobel winner!

And that you helped her in exchange
for some chocolate, is that right?

- And meal vouchers!
I am aware of my own value.

HE LAUGHS SLYLY

Hey, please give her back
her thesis, I've already corrected it.

- Uh, she's dead. She was k*lled
yesterday, don't you remember?

- Oh yes, that's right.

- Oh yeah, you really
aren't a spy, are you?

- No, sorry.

- There's still one thing
I don't understand.

If it's not you who stole the
satellite blueprints 15 years ago,

how come you disappeared
so suddenly right after the theft?

- I missed Amir so much.

- 'Amir'?

Amir Tehrani, the Iranian guy

found dead, who had
the blueprints on him?

- (Yes.)

- No!

Were you two lovers?

- We met in the Institute's
cafeteria at lunch,

while working on a problem of
stabilization of air-filled structures.

He asked me if he could sit at my table,

FAKE STERNLY
I said, 'I'm working, young man!'

And then I saw his eyes, and...

- Love at first sight?

- My universe lit up in a millisecond.
It was like...

like a supernova!

- Wow!
- Yeah!

He had just arrived from Iran

to write a thesis on ancient Mesopotamia.

And soon him and me
started seeing each other in secret.

We would spend whole days in bed.

We talked a lot, too.

About his research, about mine.

I should've known it
was too good to be true.

- What happened when he died?

- Amir came back to my place one night.

At the beginning of
the evening, the lab called.

That idiot Letellier had
disrupted our spectrograph again.

When I think that he was ignorantly
considered for the Nobel Prize...!

BEER CAP POPS

- Yes, I understand, you
didn't like your big rival.

Can we close the file on
who has the biggest telescope

and come back to what happened?

- Amir fell asleep.

So I left on my own so as not to wake him.

When I came back,

he'd disappeared.
Along with my documents.

- Including the famous
secret satellite plans.

- He left this on the table.

That's his handwriting.

- 'My love.'

'Your kindness warmed my bowels,

and it has continued
to do so for months.'

'Being separated from you
feels like a knife piercing my heart,

but I must do my duty. Goodbye.'

He must've been really well built,
because he's not a handsome guy.

And then?

- And then, the DGSI
announced his death to us.

They started questioning everyone.

And I...

I started drinking.

To find Amir.

That night I forgot my
address, so I slept on a bench.

The next day when I came home
they were there searching my apartment.

So I went back to my bench.

TIRES SQUEAL

- Isn't it nice of you to mess up
people's driveways like that!

Who are you to show up
at people's houses in
the middle of the night?

- DGSI, let's
stay calm!

- What are you talking
about, I thought you
were at the station!

OTHERS SHUSH
MORGANE: I made that mistake again.

No no no, that's not what I said.
What I said was, it was:

'Hey, oh, don't mess
with my DIPJ, huh! Whoa!'

That's what I told them.

No, it's not okay to
mess with my DIPJ like this!

- Let me go!

You can't take him away!

- Dr Montcreuset, nice
to see you again.

- Don't try to be all
friendly with me!

- Where are you taking him?
- Defense secret.

- Stop with the 'defense secret' for godsake!

You can clearly
see he's not a spy!

He was manipulated, that's all!

This guy's actually been
living on the street for 15 years!

You think he's been spying
on pigeons, maybe? I don't know.

- Weren't you thinking Morgane?
They think they're cowboys, you too?

The DGSI will hear from me,

we do all the work and
they steal our witnesses!

This is all we need!

- Okay, but what do we do then?

- Nothing! We no longer have access
to our suspect or witnesses!

What do you want us to do?
Well we'll let DGSI handle it!

I hope they keep us informed!
And then, well, I don't know!

I just have to watch my email!

- How're you doing, Morgane?
- Huh?

- You haven't slept much,
you should take a day off, right?

- No, no, I'm fine.

You changed something, didn’t you?
- Hmm?

- Your desk, it's different.
- N...o...

- Well— yes!
- No-

- Yes, you sit on the other side,

you changed sides, huh?
- Um.....

- You've always been there.
- Yes,

- There, now here.
CROSSTALK

- Yes, it's true...
- Yes?

TONGUE-TIED

Because the sun was a bit strong there.

It gave me a stye one day
and made it difficult to work, it hurt.

I switched to here.
It's silly!

And my back is that
way, it's more coherent,

more feng shui, more soothing...

It's better equilibrium.

- Ah, yes.
- Huh?

- Well yes,
- Yes?

- Yes, cool.

You haven't taken the first step?
- ((Ssssh!))

SOFTLY
- What are you waiting for?

SOFTLY
- For the right moment!

SOFTLY
- There's never a 'right moment.'

- (Stop!)...

- ('Right moment' for what?

- ((Uh...))

(To go on a diet. )
- (No, you’re fine like that. Fine)

- (Yeah?)
- (Yeah, yeah)...

-(If you think it’s easy to
put your heart out there

to risk to someone trampling
it and throwing it away!)

(It’s not simple.)

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

. . .

...he's not a handsome guy.

It's obvious!

It's obviously your heart you're
putting on a platter and not your liver!

GILLES: No?
- No!

MORGANE: Woo-hooo!

ADAM: Morgane, what are we doing here?

- Taking your mind off things,

because you've been at rock
bottom since you came back,

you think I haven't noticed?

So I'm trying to entertain you.

- I hate rides.

- It's not for you, it's for me,
because it helps me think.

Since there are so many spies in this
story, nothing makes sense anymore.

- Thinking about spies?
Dr Montcreuset and his lover?

- Yes, precisely! Look.

This is the letter that
Amir wrote to Montcreuset.

'My love.'

''Your kindness warmed my
bowels, and it has continued
to do so for months.'

HOT
.
COLD

'Being separated from you
feels like a knife piercing my heart,

but I must do my duty. Goodbye.'

It's weird for a breakup letter.
- It's not great literature.

- Not even the start of great
literature! It was written with his feet!

I know you're not the
champion of romanticism, but still.

Bowels as a love metaphor;
you've done better.

- And?

- Except if we lived 3,000
years ago in ancient Mesopotamia.

There!

Ah, well, that's Shakespeare.

When we speak, we tend to
associate our emotions with our organs.

For example, for Love we
will say that our head is spinning,

or that our heart beats wildly. See?

But on the other hand,
for other parts of the body

such as the liver or intestines,

well there we associate them
with more negative emotions,

like Worry with having
an upset stomach. You see?

SHE LAUGHS
ADAM: Morgane, slow down,

SHE LAUGHS
because I'm feeling dizzy.

- Wooo!

- These expressions have
evolved considerably over time,

depending on the anatomical
knowledge available at the time, of course.

SHOT

Because, you see, for example: the liver,

a large organ whose function
isn't immediately obvious.

For people in ancient times
it was where our soul resided—

—and therefore, romantic love.

Hence the myth of Prometheus,

having the eagle
eat his liver again and again.

Well, all this to say that
if an ancient Mesopotamian

or a Greek tells you
his liver is exploding,

or his guts are open, it doesn't mean
he was tortured by Freddy Kruger.

SCREAM

No! It means he's nuts
about you. Isn't that crazy?

ARCADE g*n c*ck

SHOT

Oh jeez, 1000! I WON!

THE BEAR! I WANT THE BEAR!

It's mine! Yes!
- Sorry ma'am, no no.

- Yes! I want-

- No, look, the sign
says 'Under 10 Years.'

- Come on, give it to me!

- Ma'am, it's for
children ma'am!

- I won! Come on!

- No, really. What?

- Please give me
the teddy bear.

- Give it to her, otherwise...
- All right, okay. Here we go!

- Come on!
DELIGHTED YELP

- Well done ma'am!
She's a winner!

- I WON, HUH!
- She won!

- I won!
- Yeah.

- All this is to say that this
letter wasn't written in 2009, but—

—3,000 years ago in Mesopotamia. All right?

Rewritten by hand by Amir, a PhD researcher

specializing in ancient Mesopotamia.

So it wasn't actually a breakup letter,

it was simply a
translation he was working on.

- You're saying Amir never
intended to break up with Montcreuset,

and someone used this document
to make it seem otherwise.

- Exactly! Yes, now we
need to find out who.

That's where you come in,
because I'm blocked.

Okay, so now you need to
use your cop detective skills.

Go and look for...

- The night Amir was k*lled,
Montcreuset left him home alone.

Why did he do that?

- There, that's good, that's good!
So what was it he said?

Uh... yes! Yes, yes!

He said he went back to the
lab to take care of something.

- That idiot Letellier had
disrupted our spectrograph again.

GASPS
- Jeez! Letellier! Letellier, yes! Oh!

It's not a spy story!

It's actually a case of fraud!

Come, come, I'm going to show
you what happened. Come, come!

- Good evening.
Welcome to the Palace of What Happened.

SPIELBERG-IAN AWE SCORE

- This way, ladies and gentlemen.

. . .

So—

—the story of two
physicists in the same lab...

CARNIVALESQUE SCORE

...but the two guys
really can't stand each other...

...and, as any good
scientific rivals would do,

they naturally decided to
conduct research on exactly

the same topic.
That is to say: fullerenes,

and how they can improve
the resilience of military satellites.

Well, the thing is, they're not equal.

While Montcreuset is
making major advancements...

- Eureka!

- Letellier has a hard time. A hard time.

LETELLIER SOBS

Letellier's problem is that
he's in a difficult situation.

His sworn enemy will definitely
solve the problem before him, meaning

goodbye glory, money, the Nobel, fame. So,

he decides to help fate a little.

MOBILE RINGS
One night—

- Hello my dear
friend Montcreuset,

could you please find
the file we worked on

BOTH:
last year with the young woman?

- Obviously!

What a pain in the neck,
a nuisance, a real pain!

CRACKLE
AUDIENCE OOHS

MORGANE: Then, he lured his rival
out of his house under false pretenses.

MOBILE RINGS

- Yes?
- Hello Montcreuset,

I have the feeling that the
spectrograph is completely f*cked up.

Would you mind
coming to take a look?

- No no no, I'm coming.

What an ignoramus,
what an idiot! Ectoplasm! Oh!

Letellier used the opportunity
to enter Montcreuset's house,

and sneak a look at his work.

But he's unaware that he is not alone.

Amir is in the next room.

He surprises him.

- What are you doing?

- Oh!

- And then?

- Letellier k*lled him.

The spy story was staged as a coverup.

ADAM: Morgane? Where are we?

APPLAUSE

- Well done!

. . .

- Well done!

- Yeah, uh, I don’t see
the connection with Manon.

OTHERS: Oh! Well done!

- Excuse me, guys, this is nice but

we still don’t know who k*lled her!

MORGANE:
Yes, two seconds, I'm not finished.

FAST-REVERSE AUDIO

Following this discovery,

we went to re-interview
our k*ller physicist, Prof Letellier.

- It's not a r*pist Manon was
calling you in her sleep, but a thief.

We analyzed the documents she stole
from your computer before her death,

and we found the ideas for the formulas
on which all your discoveries are based.

Only, after verification

it's not your handwriting on this document.

It's your rival's, Dr Montcreuset.

15 years ago you stole his
research and Manon found you out.

You're a professional imposter, Prof
Letellier. An imposter and a m*rder*r.

- No.

It was an accident.
I didn't mean to k*ll him.

- As long as you acknowledge
responsibility for Amir Tehrani's death.

- I wanted to take a look
at Montcreuset's work,

just to know where he was. But...

of course that poor boy
who came out of the bedroom,

he must have thought I was a burglar.

He got scared and ran away,
I tried to stop him,

to explain to him,
and he fell on the stairs.

- On the stairs?
- Yes.

- And then?

- And then, and then I... I panicked.

There was this completely
paranoid woman from the DGSI

who was hanging around at the time.

She kept telling us that we
risked being approached by spies

who wanted to get hold
of the satellite plans.

That gave me an idea. I...

I, I hid the plans on the body.

As a diversion, you understand?

- So you k*lled Amir Tehrani so
he wouldn't reveal what you'd done.

And 15 years later, you k*lled
Manon Boutière for the same reason.

- No, you're completely mistaken. I,

I didn’t even know Manon
suspected something.

You have to believe me.

I didn't k*ll her.

- Where were you the evening
of her death, between 5 and 8 pm?

- The evening of... At home.

- Alone?

- No. With one of my students.

Consensual, just to be clear.

I'll give you his contact details.

- And then?

- 'And then?'

Well, then it's now.

The guy's been
transferred to the Directorate,

I went to pick up my
youngest child from daycare,

pawned him off on my mother,
and then I came here directly, that's all.

- But... So who k*lled
Manon Boutière?

- Well I don't know. Well—

—I'd bet my money on the evil scientist.

Even if he says it wasn't him,
it wouldn't be the first time.

By the way, Daphné,
where are we with his alibi?

- Well, the student confirmed,

and his phone's GPS corroborates.

So, that's our initial assessment—
but we haven't verified everything yet!

MORGANE: Really? That's weird.

Though that doesn't mean anything,

because he could very
well have hired a hitman.

Or maybe it's his boyfriend, but really,

that would disappoint me.

- Well?

I think we have everything we need.

- Uh- wait! Uh,

Morgane, why don't you
tell the panel the story about-

The Asian Ladybug! Uh-huh!
Or that thing with the thumbs,

that was incredible! Unfortunately...
CROSSTALK

- The time's up.

Ms Alvaro.
Is there anything else

you'd like to add before we finish?

- No, no, there’s nothing.

- No? Very good.

Thank you for that presentation.

We'll take some time to consider this,

and you'll receive our
answer by email within 15 days.

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

. . .

YELP OF REALIZATION

Wait!

An uninverted mirror!

- She's got something!
Do you have five more minutes? Huh?

It'll be worth it.

- Yes.

BOUNCY FELLINIESQUE SCORE

- Follow me!

NERVOUSLY
She seems to know where she’s going.

It’s promising.
- Of course.

. . .

PÉNOT: What is she doing?

- Her process.

- Yes! Yes, it's her!

It's her, it's her! It's obviously her!

- Who's 'she'?
- Stern!

Our counter-intelligence lady,
she's actually the m*rder*r!

Remember the video where Manon
loses her temper at the fairground?

- Yes.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, but I'm using the map again because
I'm not sure you remember it very well.

So. Here.
- Yeah?

Okay, so here we have Stern arrive,

looks for Manon, can't find her,

so she leaves and goes to the right.

Okay, and then a few
seconds later in the mirror...

we see Manon emerge
from her hiding place,

starting from the other
side, going to the left.

Everyone understand so far?
- Yes, it's fine.

This matches what Agent Stern
told us when we questioned her.

Except, you never saw Manon in the video.

No! You only see her
reflection in the mirror!

- Ah!

- And that's where something seems wrong.

Read the small print, there!

We can read them
just like in real life,

whereas normally letters
are reversed in a mirror.

Why? Because of this mirror.

It's a 'true mirror.'

What exactly is a true mirror?
Well, just listen, it's simple.

It's a thing made using two mirrors
that reflect each other, like this.

producing an image that is not reversed.

We see ourselves as
others see us, positive.

See? And that's where it gets interesting.

Because in a true mirror
right and left are reversed.

- Left and right are reversed?

In a mirror that doesn't reverse?
- Yes, it makes sense. Yes, look:

I'm in front of a normal mirror,
well, I go to the right—

—hey, I go to the right.
What's she doing,

what's my reflection doing?
She's heading to the right, just like me.

So, to her left. Okay?
- Yeah.

- Whereas in a true mirror,
well, the same—

—I'm going to the right,
I'm walking, I'm walking...

And what's my reflection
doing? What's she doing?

She's going to her right,
so to my left!

THEY MURMUR
Can you see it,

where I'm going with this?
OTHERS: Of course.

- Hold on. You mean that in the video,

your victim didn't walk here... but there?

MORGANE: Exactly!

So Stern told us she
lost her at the fairground,

And we believed it, since it
matched what we saw in the mirror.

Except in reality Manon
went in the opposite direction.

So Stern didn't lose her,
she went to meet her, to confront her.

Right. I'll take everything
from the beginning:

Like any self-respecting spy,
our Agent Stern is a big paranoiac.

In 2009 the satellite plans
were stolen right under her nose.

An Iranian is m*rder*d.
A physicist disappears.

So she concludes that a spy network

infiltrated the institute
where everything took place.

Stern searched for the moles
for 15 years and found nothing.

The less she finds,
the more it becomes an obsession.

Bringing down this
network is her life's quest,

her calling, her mission.

And then one day she finally has a lead:

Manon managed to get her
hands on the famous blueprints.

So she's placed under surveillance.

Except that one day Manon realizes it.

And when she realizes she's
dealing with a woman from the DGSI,

She reveals to her
everything she discovered:

Letellier, the USB key, the staging.

And then, Stern falls apart. Why?

Because Manon explains
to her that she spent

15 years of her life chasing an illusion!

The more Manon talks,
the more Stern's world crumbles.

So to stay in denial, and to try to avoid

becoming the laughingstock
of the entire DGSI,

she convinced Manon to follow
her to a quiet, secluded spot, where...

GASPS

She kills her!

- It took her a while,
but she finally confessed.

Congratulations, Morgane.

Oh, by the way, I spoke with
the chairperson of your panel.

They aren't supposed to say
anything before the deliberations finish,

but I think things are
looking good for you.

Did you go visit him at the
detention center this week with Leo?

- No.

He doesn’t want
his son the see him there.

- I need to call the prosecutor back.

Again, well done, Morgane.

I know how much you missed Adam
during this entire investigation, and

I'm sure he'll be very proud of you
when you tell him about all this.

INDISTINCT

- It's super clear!

- Explain it if it's so clear!

- Well done, Morgane!
I was sure you'd solve it.

HE CHUCKLES
We should go out for a drink to celebrate.

- No, I'm going to go.

MORGANE: Come on, come here, you.

CELINE: Very well, good night.

- Oh, Daphné, Gilles' crazy about you

but isn't able to tell
you, so I think you should

go get that drink, just
the two of you. I'm going, bye.

- I'll call HR.

{\an1
}A FEW
WEEKS LATER

LUDO: Hurry up, we'll
end up missing the plane!

THÉA: I'm coming! f*ck,
where'd you put them?

- Come on!

ELIOTT: Yeah...

HORN
- Yes! Yes yes yes!

They're looking for their passports!
We're coming!

NEIGHBOR: What is it, 80, 85,
it's not the same dosage.

- I don't know, I'd say 80

- Eighty? For 80 I'll do 5.50.
HORN

LUDO: Yes, yes!
HORN

MAGALIE: Seriously? I'm leaving!
- Right away!

They're getting their
things, we're coming.

Excuse me for disturbing you there,

Morgane, you're not helping!

- Eliott, bottom drawer,
under the SAS forms,

and Théa it's already
in your bag, side pocket.

- Couldn't you have told us before?

HE SIGHS

That's 25 US,
give me 20, it's fine.

HORN

- I only have 20 bucks.

- Well, not that face!
Three weeks will pass quickly.

- Well, don't worry about
me, Mister is teething

and has his father's
immune system, so

I won't have time to let it bug me.

- I guess. And then with your new job.

You, a cop. Who'd believe it?

- What's this?
- No, he's joking! Here.

HONK

- Yes!
- It's okay, we're almost there!

- Ludo, if we don't go
now we're gonna miss it!

- Come on kids, let's go! Arrrgh...

HONK
Come on, come on, come on!

- Bye mom.

Don't spend too much time alone.

- Yeah, and don't hesitate to call
if it's not going well, or whatever.

- No, stop stop worrying
about me, I'm a big girl!

Come kiss me instead! Come on!

Oh I'll miss you!

Well, go on, I won't stop
you, you'll miss your flight.

See you tomorrow!

- Huh?
- Tomorrow? No, three weeks, mom.

- Yes. Yes. Yes, well, have a good time!

MORGANE: Go on!

- Your mother's in
the middle of committing
a crime, isn't she?

- Absolutely.

- Yeah.

- Get in, honey.

- It was in my bag.

INDISTINCT

- Hey. I'm here.

- Yes.

Oh yes, they delivered
something this morning.

For you, here.

- (Oh yes!)

♪ LIVE FAST DIE YOUNG Etc. ♪
BY AKII

. . .

- Hello, I'm here to see Cmdr Karadec.
- Mm-hmm.

- Morgane, what are you doing here?

- Kara'—

—I passed my exam!

I thought you'd be happy to hear it.

- Where did you get the uniform?

- Yes, it's definitely blue.

Definitely not my color.
- Indeed.

But well done. I'm proud of you.
- Thanks.

HE LAUGHS

Look what I have!

We can raise a toast.
To celebrate the event!

- Actually Morgane, I don't-
- h*, hey Karadec,

it’s just a small little
cup, nothing serious,

can't you just leave it for a little while?

Come on.

Bottoms up!
- Okay,

and congratulations.

- And glug, and glug, and glug, and glug,

and glug, and glug,
and glug, and glug. There we go.

-And you, you didn’t...

LIVE FAST RESUMES

- There. Great.

So now...

POLICE OFFICER DIPLOMA

FIRE ALARM

- No, I don’t know where it's coming from.

- Hey! It smells like
burning over there, go on!

Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him.

No, Ludo, don't make a big deal out of it,

I'm sure Magalie will understand.

Actually, we're
talking about 3 to 4

months maximum, to
allow time to bounce back.

Well, we'll squeeze in, it's not
as if we're not used to it, huh?

Well we're on the way anyway.

Oh, hold on. I have to
let you go, there's cops.

Gotta go, love you. L-
Yes! L- love you.

SPANISH
- Hi guys, how are you?

- Cut the engine and pass me your papers.

MORGANE: Yes, yes, of course!

We are the French police!

Here you go.

He's napping.

He's very 'fatiguado.'

But the holidays were nice!

LEO CRIES

Hey!

Hey, 'we're going to the discothèque'!

'Arriba, arriba'!

- Police. They're police.
- Ah.

MORGANE: Yes!
- Okay, let her pass.

- Thank you so much!

- Morgane? Where are we?

- Oh, Karadec, you came
out of your hangover?

Ha! Well, perfect timing.
We just crossed the border!

WEAKLY
- What border...

- Hey, you didn’t think I was
going to let you end up in jail?

No, actually.
What else...

- 'In jail'? But it was a
suspended sentence, Morgane.

There was never any
question of a real prison term.

- Oh, well, that's completely
different from what Daphné told me.

Well, hey, in any case,

we left, we left, huh?

What?

All right, hang on!

- What have you done now, Morgane?

- So we're no longer
using the informal 'you'?

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