02x02 - Chelou/Pas chelou

[bunniefuu]

GILLES: Get up, everyone.
Breakfast is served.

This coffee is good. You don't like?
LUDO: Sure.

MORGANE: A coffee, or not?
-Yes.

You're having your yogurt?
THEA: I'm eating it.

LUDO: You have to go.

Yeah, eat, let's go.

GILLES BABYTALK

...

A collapsing ceiling?

What happened?

THEA: Yeah, Dad hammered a nail.

No, that didn't make it collapse.

THEA: No, it did a little.
- Stop.

LUDO: The wall was damp
and the beams rotten.

How could it happen?
Morgane, any ideas?

Huh?

Mmm... about... about what?

HE SIGHS
MORGANE: No; no.

Well, thank you, Gilles,

thank you, Gilles, for welcoming us.

I won't hide from you that were bad.

GILLES: Well, it's normal.
You know,

I'm flattered that
you called me.

It shows your confidence.

THEA: The others said no.

GILLES: Good...
SLURPING

I'm going to say something:
feel at home here.

You stay as long as you want,

until you get the insurance money.

Coffee? Who wants coffee?
GILLES: No, I'm fine.

LUDO: Hold on. Morgane?
-What ?

Did you renew the insurance?
-What? Huh?

My administrative phobia!

Huh? I may have forgotten
2 or 3 payments.

But it's okay, they don't send me
mail anymore.

LUDO: Morgane, what do we do
for insurance?

GILLES: Switch to the one

from your landlord.
- Well there you go!

Do you get along?
-Yeah... (LAUGHS)

GILLES: I hear you. You can always
rent somewhere else.

MORGANE: We're going to do that.

With your stable jobs, no worries.
MORGANE: Voila!

Well, no problem.
There you go.

The IGPN just called me.
Morgane is suspended.

Oh sh*t.
-We can't ask her

to work on investigations.

And the victim on the D48?

Female, 30 years old,
shot dead.

The body has been
moved, she's undressed.

But no traces of sexual as*ault.
Nothing to ID the k*ller.

Keep me informed,

I'll call Morgane.
-That works.

MORGANE: Hey! Look who's here!

The woman in purple!
Wooo! Limbo!

"Hello!"
-"Hello," Morgane.

Who was cleared by the IGPN?

BONNEMAIN: Congratulations!
- Merci.

Ah! Yes, then, what do we know?

Well, the victim was
shot in the back, here.

Why is she with you?

Well, apparently she had major
water damage last night,

And last night, er...

Anyway, what I understand is...

BONNEMAIN: ...a b*llet in the heart.
- A pro.

That's it.

Morgane, you can't stay here.

I'm polluting your crime scene.

Fine, come on, break out the gloves.

BONNEMAIN: Gloves... gloves.

MORGANE: There. I pollute more.

Still, with all this plastic,
we have to ask the question:

What is done with used gloves,
do you recycle?

You mustn't...

Okay. Come on, the works:
ugly slippers.

This is really for you.
And the hairnet!

You know what?
It's your day. It's a gift.

Presto!

I pollute more.

The IGPN has opened
an investigation on you.

You're suspended, Morgane.

I'm sorry.

Seriously?

Suspended! Without pay!
Is this a joke?

The IGPN left me no choice,
so settle down,

be calm, it's just for
the time of the investigation!

I'm not calming down!

I turned down a golden Indeterminate
Duration Contract to work here.

Well if anyone's firing me, it's me!
CELINE: Morgane!

Morgane? Morgane.
You just have to-

SHUT UP, DIRTY JUDAS!

Don't think I don't see your game!
- What do you mean, exactly?

Yesterday, you were
up to your neck in sh*t,

and today I'm the one who's out!

You're letting me hang
to save your skin!

Hang you? I didn't do that!
MORGANE: Yeah, sure!

Your Mac...
- I never use it.

ADAM: I said nothing against you

to the IGPN. Nothing!

DAPHNE: Commander?
- Yes?

An email from the lab.

We have the identity of
the victim: Laetitia Keller.

Yeah?
DAPHNE: And she's a cop.

She's a cop?

"WEIRD / NOT WEIRD"
sh*t.

"WEIRD / NOT WEIRD"

"WEIRD / NOT WEIRD"
Hmph.

Hello, it's all yours!

SPAGHETTI WESTERN-ESQUE
MUSIC

Oh, hello!...

Mrs. Alvaro...

...

CAR ALARM CHIRPS

...

I'm too close!

Should I move my car?

Okay.

I reviewed the case files

in which Morgane
Alvaro participated.

Before hearing the others, I
would like

your clarification on
a few points.

For example, she stole sealed evidence.

It was her first investigation,

a misunderstanding. She brought
them back the next day.

She was careful to
use dishwashing gloves.

Mmm. She also shot a dart

into the butt of her superior.
- You don't have the context.

Karadec was about to be
k*lled by a poisonous frog.

She saved his life.
-She hid a woman

wanted for kidnapping.

There was an improvised plan.

She detained the suspect pending
arrival of reinforcements,

in consultation with the Squad,
of course.

And lugging around her three kids
with her everywhere?

She's a single mother.
The father is absent.

Morgane is an everyday heroine.

We'll see if my investigation
confirms it.

One of your colleagues
was found shot this morning:

Laetitia Keller.

She's dead.

RAGED CRY

Sorry.

RAUSART: Six years we
worked together.

ADAM: We're sorry.

It's very difficult
to lose a colleague.

Fired! Do you believe this?

After all I've done for them.

"You're suspended.
It's temporary."

I don't give a sh*t about 'temporary.'

But they've put their foot in it;

Without me they'll hit a wall,
in a big way.

Was she in
conflict with people?

No. She didn't
really have a family;

here, everyone liked her:
loyal; hardworking;

an exceptional cop.

Their victim's a cop?
Don't make me laugh.

Look:

She had eczema on her elbows,

something very nasty.

But nothing on the hips or
under the arms.

This is where she must have kept her
service weapon and handcuffs.

When did you last see her?

Last night, here.

After a farewell drink,
I walked her home.

She struck out into the night alone,
without her weapon.

She was an excellent shot.

Another small detail:

On the nails, she
had pieces of resin.

You can see where she took off
her extensions.

Would you sh**t
with 3 cm fingernails?

No, me neither.
It's not regulation.

That other d*ck reminded me
of it often enough.

So she's not a cop.

Thus, if her DNA matches
that of a cop,

there is only one explanation,
which those traitors

would have if they hadn't fired me.

Morning, sorry for being late .

I have one of those hangovers.

Laetitia Keller?

Yes.

It's twins, well yeah!

Hey, we're better off with mom

than in the nursery. Oh yeah.

It's the school of life,
it's the only one that matters.

And you, you're going to be
very strong, at the school of life.

Eh?

Badass, frankly.

In reviewing your file we
discovered your biological mother

chose to give birth to
two girls anonymously.

ADAM: She's your twin sister.

Monozygotic twins
have the same DNA,

so we thought it was you.

What was her name?
-Yaelle. Yaelle Garambois.

Teacher.
Married 4 years. No children.

She was adopted by
a couple from Reims.

I thought I had no one.

And I had a sister who
lived an hour away from me.

Do you have any
idea who did this?

ADAM: No, not yet.

Her husband is not at work.

For now, he is unreachable.

Here, it's her.

Hello. I'm going to ask you
about Morgane Alvaro

in the coming days.

Answer with honesty,

without misplaced loyalty

nor fear of your hierarchy.

I'm summoning you under the order
you were sent by email.

GILLES: (Look at him.
He looks very upset.)

(That's clear. It looks like
he feels guilty.)

(Could he have
betrayed Morgane?)

DAPHNE: (Ssh! His birthday's October 4,
a Libra, they're betrayers.)

ROXANE: during the whole process,

do not communicate
with Morgane Alvaro.

Anyone violating this rule
will be subject to penalties.

Questions?
GILLES: Yes?

When you say, we must
not be in contact with Morgane...

uh, but... imagine...

imagine that she has a
housing problem.

There's a hurricane,
a storm, a tsunami...

or, or, just that her ceiling collapsed.

And that one of us...
Well, not necessarily.

One of us, X or Y...

uh...

said to himself: "Here,

I'll take her in for a
few days, a week..."

Is that,

in the prohibited categories?

Gilles, it's not the moment.

As I have said :

any offense

will lead to penalties.
-Penalties...

It seems clear to me.

ROXANE: We'll start after lunch.

Be punctual. Thank you.

Thank you all.

DAPHNE: Keep your distance
from Morgane,

they're going to cut off heads.

You're not gonna ditch her?

Do what you want.
I'm saving my skin.

MORGANE: You know what ?

Karadec is the biggest snitch
the world has ever known.

After Judas, sure.

For 6 months I saved him, and

at the first opportunity
the rat drops me.

To request a...
-Hello? Oh sh*t.

Pfft!

I don't listen to my
messages, I don't read my texts...

Ah.

Hello?
- Yeah, hello?

LAUGHS
I'm not here! Leave a message.

Damn, it's just you and me.

SIGHS

Hey.

Woo hoo.

OK, deal.

ADAM: Gilles?

Anything?
-No, nothing for the moment.

Fine.

MOBILE RINGS

Morgane!?
-Woo hoo! Hello, bored without me?

N- no, Morgane, Karadec is here,
I can't talk.

"Kara" who? Don't know him.

Fine, you don't have

the right victim.
-Listen, the commander will hear us.

Wait, don't move,

don't move. Show it to me.

Get closer.

HE SIGHS

Long sleeves,
scarf, in the tropics.

Weird.

The chest of drawers, there.

The makeup, up above.

Show me.
-Yes! Two seconds!

Foundation, professional brand,

okay, lovely, but expensive labels.

Green, yellow and lavender.

No rouge, no mascara, no nothing?

No, no, nothing.

She's a battered woman.
-What ?

She's covering up her bruises.

ADAM: Nothing interesting. You?
HE FAKE COUGHS

GILLES: Uh...

Also, nothing.

Well...

I may have something.
-What?

Now the other one's ditching me.

LOUD BOREDOM SIGH

She's a battered woman.

GILLES: Morgane? Er...

I haven't heard from her
since yesterday.

Neither in person,
nor on the phone...

Not even by text.

I've- no, no news.

ROXANE: Thanks for your exactness.
But my question was about

your interactions on March 21,
during the inquiry into

the death of Alex Vignali.
- I hadn't spoken to her.

I didn't speak to her that day. I- no.

Are you okay? You look worried.
-Me ?

Me? Me? I'm alright!

I'm fine, fine-
KNOCKING

Sorry to disturb.

You were right. The victim was
beaten by her husband.

I'm filing a complaint, but victim
support organizations recognized her.

How did you know ?
-I didn't know. Nothing at all.

I guessed.

I guessed... I guessed.

Guessed. Guessed.
GILLES: Yes. Yeah.

In fact, I- I- I went to her house.

And in her room, I saw makeup.

But I see there's not much. Makeup.

Foundation.

It's to conceal... a secret...

Domestic violence.

Then, I begin to pull at
the small ball of yarn.

I was lucky. It's luck.

Get back to your investigation.
-Yes.

Your team needs you.
- Yeah, they need me.

If you want to question me,
I'm available.

Thanks, I have what I need.

SHAKY BREATHING

Why not me?

(I'm thirsty.)

Yannick Garambois
is our main suspect,

and thanks to Gilles, we
know that he beat his wife.

We have to find him, fast.
CELINE SHOUTS

Yannick Garambois
is in custody.

The Belgian police arrested him
this morning, he's being transferred.

The Belgians?
For what?

Drug trafficking. Busted at the border
with coke and heroine in his car.

Guess who reported him to Customs?

His wife.

CUSTOMS: Do you have
a name, madam?

YAELLE: Yannick Garambois.
He'll cross the border tomorrow.

His license plate is BM4...

I don't know why she
made that up.

I don't traffic drugs.
-There were some in your vehicle.

Explain it to me.
What happened?

She was going to report you,

then you k*lled her.
-It's not my drugs .

You weren't violent with her?

No.

I have...

I never laid my hand on her...

That's not what the coroner said.

The autopsy revealed old fractures.

Because...

Because we...

Both of us, it was intense, okay?

I'm kind of... a regular guy.

It's true that...
it's happened once or twice.

But I would never k*ll her.

I loved her.

We know you hit her.

I didn't k*ll her.
It's not me!

Mr Garambois, you are in custody for
the m*rder of your wife.

You said earlier we were leaving.

We'll ask the owner to
pay for the work we've done.

Stop worrying. I'm telling
you, he likes me, OK?

Relax a little.

Monsieur Dufresnes?

What's going on?

Our furniture?

Morgane, there you are.

Henri.
-Hello, Ludo.

Your landlord has just left.

He had an appointment at 5 p.m.

He asked me to give you this.

What's this?
-I dunno.

A formal notice
to return the keys.

He's evicting us.
-No he's not, huh Henri?

My, no...

Ah, well yes.

On the other hand, he'll pay
the storage costs

until you find housing.
- He can't do that.

What do we do?
-No, wait, don't panic.

We'll find a solution, eh?

Henri, a solution?
-Yes. French law protects the tenants.

Voila! In fact, it's almost impossible

to kick you out.
-You see?

Yes. Except in case of
late rent, or if he can-

wait, the formula:

"Prove that property damages are due to..."

WORDS OVERLAP

That's all.

Any of these examples concerning?
- Yes, all three.

It's unreal, Morgane.
You could've paid the insurance.

No, hold on. Don't worry,
Henri will help us.

Won't you? You were a lawyer.
- (Well, a little-)

There! There's a good way

to sue them!
Don't make that face.

And in the worst case,
really in the worst case,

we'll live in the garden of
Notre-Dame-des-Landes.

Our Lady of the Landes.

Yes.
- Sure.

You know, Morgane, I love you.

But sometimes it's
tiring living with you.

He's leaving!

Good evening.
- Commander.

Good evening, Morgane.

What are you doing here?
- I understood that...

you were staying with Gilles.

Well, I wanted to hear from you.
-Why?

The IGPN is investigating me?

I wanted to know
how you were doing.

You're here to put some ointment
on my injury so I'll

help with the investigation?
- You're paranoid.

MORGANE: Oh yeah? And you?

You're a rat.

Worse, a collaborator!

Collaborator, okay;

I'm wasting my time.
Keep on moaning.

Your victim was beaten
by her husband,

blows your mind, eh?
It's what you want-

Morgane, you do not work the case!
-And whose fault is that?

Nothing to do with it!
It was Gilles who

found domestic violence when
he saw her room!

You're not the only thinker
on the team!

Good evening!

FRIGHTENED CRY

-Are you stealing my ideas?

HE STAMMERS.
SHE IMITATES HIM

It's not what you think!
-You mocking me?

using my work
without credit to me!

Well you're in luck, I have
a deal for you.

A deal?
-Yes.

You put us up
for a few more days.

In exchange, I make you
the most brilliant cop in France.

Whad'ya say?

How many days is "a few days"?

Fifteen days,

at most, six months.
-Huh???

MORGANE: I read the
file:

it wasn't the husband
who did the deed.

Now if you're not interested...

Hold on, hold on, the victim's
husband didn't do it?

Well, no, not the busband!

Do we have a deal or what?
-Oh ah...

Yes, deal.

expl*si*n

Okay, so...

We assume Garambois wanted to
smuggle drugs into Belgium.

Two options: he's used to it so
that's what makes it happen,

or, this is the first time and it's his
downfall. In both cases it doesn't fit:

Firstly, he passes the last toll
before the border at 8:37 am.

And at 8:51 am, he was
arrested in Radinghem. Weird.

He did 40 km in 14 minutes.

He was doing 160 km/h, okay?

Who'd risk being pulled over
speeding with dope in their car?

No one!

Secondly, the petrol tank.

It was full, so he filled
up just before the border.

Personally, if I'm going to be
carrying around €100,000 of powder,

I fill up before leaving so I
don't need to stop along the way.

So, he's not smart, or he didn't
know what he was carrying.

Who would have set him up?

Who would have done that?
GILLES LAUGHS

This is where it gets interesting.

Thirdly, the lab results.

So far so good.

On the penultimate line-
MORGANE: The tests show

there is heroine, coke,

and cutting product. Normal.

Traces of aluminum. Why aluminum?

Yes, why aluminum?

That- that's a good question.

Uh... I asked myself that.

Because...

STAMMERS

So, uh, "why?"

Ah...
ADAM: Aluminum is

one of the components found in
fingerprint powder.

Blow some on, it'd stay on the plastic.
-Fingerprint power! Ha ha!

There is one conclusion:

CELINE: The drugs found
in Garambois' car

had already passed through
the hands of the police.

Ha! It'll come out of
your mouth, huh?

And if Karadec isn't too dumb,

and from time to time he's not,

he'll check all the entries
made in Hauts-de-France...

Daphne, can you please check the
seizures in Hauts-de-France?

Look for the same products.

Unless I'm mistaken-

On the money: a month ago,

heroin, cocaine, amphetamines,

seized by Laetitia Keller
west of Daubert.

The twin set up the sister's husband.

The two sisters
knew each other.

You'll get to be the royal son.

SHE FLUSHES

Wow, Gilles; good job.

LAUGHS

Yaëlle found me 3
months ago by chance.

A friend told her that he'd seen
her doppelganger at the police station.

She didn't know she had a sister.
Me too, but we looked alike.

RAUSART: Why didn't you tell me?

She wanted it to be a secret.

Yannick wouldn't have
liked a cop coming into his life.

You knew about the abuse, and
you entrapped him.

She had tried to leave him.

He harassed her, she came back.

I am a cop, I know how
these cases end.

You got justice on your own.
Hmm?

We'd just met.
I couldn't lose her.

Laetitia, I understand.

But you stole evidence
to frame someone.

You know what that means.

He k*lled her anyway.
All of this was for nothing.

ADAM: He didn't k*ll her,
the coroner is positive.

He was driving when she died.

It's not him?

When did you see your sister last?

Before planting the drugs.
She was at my house.

I went to set the trap.

When I returned, she was gone.

She came out of your house.

Her attacker mistook her for you?

Charpac.

"Charpac"? Can you explain ?

(Oh no.)

Hey! Who's Charpac?

Christophe Meyer, known
as Charpac, 38 years old.

He has a flourishing drug business
a little like Pablo Escobar.

In 2020 a cop from
Narcotics investigating him

was k*lled in the line of duty.

For the investigators,
there was no doubt:

Charpac gave the order.

Laetitia Keller's team has been
trying to corner him for months.

The guy is super careful.

So he wanted to
eliminate this officer

but instead k*lled her twin sister.
Have you located him?

No, he's been off the grid
since yesterday.

I went through the surveillance reports,
nothing indicates his hideout.

Convenient.

Gilles, any ideas?

Gilles?

Yes? Er, yes.
Yes. Of course yes.

Of course, an idea...

Uh...

There, Charpac eats sushi.
He has a samurai tattoo.

He's heading to Japan.

To Japan?

Yes, or China, to cover his tracks.

Okay. We notify
the airlines.

Okay. We notify
Yeah.the airlines.

For asia and
Yeah.

For asia and
BOTH: the rest of the world.

Cast the net wider!

MORGANE: Hello?
- Yes. I sent the file.

You have something for me?

I'll call you back in an hour.

GROANS

What was Charpac doing here?

Do you see the "food truck"?

According to the
cops who follow him,

he comes for his lunch
every Wednesday.

Good, OK, the guy likes kebabs:
"So what?"

Except that this "food truck"
changes spot every day.

Mondays and Thursdays it's

much closer to Charpac's,
and he doesn't go there, ever.

So what do we conclude?

The place interests him for drugs.

MORGANE: Yeah! Know what?
We're going to play a game.

We are going to play
Weird / Not Weird.

There. Well, it's simple: we observe.

As soon as you see something weird,

which doesn't make sense,
which tickles, we say so.

Go ahead, Eliott. You start.

OK. Well...

I don't know... The guy

with the umbrella.
It's not raining. "Weird"!

MORGANE: Well seen,
but "Not Weird." He just

listened to the weather forecast
and was planning ahead. "Not Weird."

Over to you, Thea.

I dunno.

Maybe the old lady talking to herself.

MORGANE: No. No, "Not Weird."
She has a headset.

Old, but connected.

KIDS SIGH
ELIOTT: Well then... Ah!

That nice car parking
in the parking lot.

MORGANE: A Porsche that
stops at a car wash,

no, it's "Not Weird."
ELIOTT: Oh...

Hold on.
ELIOTT: Hmm?

A Porsche driver who
stops at a car wash

and goes inside as
if she was working there,

it's "Weird."

Thank you.

TEXT ALERTS

...

...

MUMBLES

You have Morgane
Alvaro's phone.

Morgane! I don't
understand your message!

Call me back.
It's starting to get tense.

GILLES STUTTERS

Tense.
TIGHT CHUCKLE

What are you doing, Morgane?

I'm gardening. I garden.
-You take me for a fool?

If the IGPN learns...

Fine, Karadec. It's not a car
wash, but a laundry.

Here is where your suspect is
laundering his money.

Look at this machine.

There's a sensor at the entrance

to count the cars that come in.

But look. There's another one
on the way out.

Two year's income says there's unseen
and unknown business going on here.

Downstream!

Morgane, I'm trying to tell you
something, actually.

Look! Look! Look at the grass, it's three
times higher than elsewhere!

Why? Because the garden
hose is watering "non-stop."

'Cause the shop
needs a large water bill,

to justify
his fictitious activity.

This ecology is the result of
"non-stop" watering.

If Roxane Acheres...
- The barrels, there. Look:

They're outside, though supposedly
containing flammable products.

Because it's all for "show."
Look!

It's empty!

Empty!

SOLID CLANG
Ouch!

Mother...! Oh damn!

Oh f*ck! Oh f*ck!

It hurts... I messed up my pump.

Oh damn... Karadec...

What's in there?

Karadec, I believe that's our suspect.

I know how to walk on my own!

He's our drug lord;

shot a few hours
before the other victim,

and with the same weapon.

ADAM: f*ck.

Charpac did not k*ll
Yaëlle Garambois.

Two victims k*lled by the
same weapon, the same k*ller.

What connects them?

So?

Who was right?
I think it's yours truly!

SHE LAUGHS
Right?

All right Morgane, you're very good.

But your stunts aren't everything.

If you're fired,

how will your IQ help you?

Eh?

You think I snitched on you.

But you undermined yourself,
nobody did it to you.

Good night.

Oh...

LUDO: What are you doing?
- I'm looking for a lawyer.

I screwed up with the house,
I'm looking for a solution.

This one has a good mouth,
doesn't he?

A villain in "James Bond."

He's going to take €2,000
without even saying hello to you.

I'll explain it to him.
-Stop it, it's over, I know it.

SHE SIGHS

I thought about something.

Maybe it's a sign.

Losing the house...

we can make a fresh start.

What do you mean?

How about we buy a house?

We can't!

Yes, I have some money aside.
Since my aunt's death.

My friend Cédric
says there are houses available

outside the main part of town.

We'll find something at a fair price.

What do you think?
It's a good idea, right?

Well, yes... Yes...

SHE SIGHS

...

GILLES IN NEXT ROOM:
The shoe size of the victim.

...

MUTTERING

...

The size of the victims... No.

I checked that.

I already checked,
the size of the victims?

Gilles, what are you doing?

Get out, Morgane.

Karadec is right, we
can't continue.

It's 2 am!
- I have to find it.

The others are counting
on me to unlock the case.

Céline, Daphné, the
girl from the IGPN.

I can't, I can't. And then...

your brain... it's a curse.

Okay. Gilles.
Gilles, let's calm down.

I can't!
- Calm down.

Yes, you drank too much coffee.
-I can't disappoint them.

Sit down, put the cup down.
The folder.

Sshhh.

Here, put that coffee down.
Put down the coffee.

There...

♪ Sleep, sleep, child, sleep... ♪

♪ The child will sleep well soon ♪

♪ Sleep, child... ♪

Well?

Erm... Karadec is grilling the
car wash manager,

but she's not talking.

She's waiting for her lawyer.

And on the money s?
- We're holding it.

I have the CCTV footage,

the car wash received
cash deliveries twice a week.

With all the cash found,
there's no doubt.

So we hold her as Charpac's accomplice,

but we're no farther on the m*rder.

I re-read the Narcotics file.

Isn't it weird that Charpac has
never been caught in the act?

What do you mean?

What if there's a mole in Narcotics?

Who tipped him off before raids?

CELINE: And got paid.

Look at the entrances
and exits of the car wash

on cash delivery days.

The mole inevitably comes
to seek its due.

Fast-forward.

Stop! There, there!
Zoom in on his face.

After my divorce, I had
money problems.

Between my rent, alimony,

I couldn't get by anymore.
So when Charpac approached me...

Hey. You took dirty money from a
drug trafficker to cover his business.

Stop with your excuses.

Charpac could bury you.

Your colleague Laetitia wanted to
put him behind bars.

The noose was tightening around you.

You decided to
eliminate them both.

Except you k*lled Laetitia's sister.

I k*lled nobody.

I'm rotten, it's true,
but not a k*ller.

What's your weird show?

It's a podcast.

A podcast?
LAUGHS

ADAM: Where were you
Tuesday night?

RAUSART: I said:

at the police station,
farewell drinks for a colleague.

The team can testify that I
was there until 10:00 pm.

DAPHNE: There's a video

and photos of the evening,
I'll show you.

With Laetitia,

we talked about family.

That's not important.

FWD: Photos of party

She had drunk too much.

SENDING IN PROGRESS... SENT
I didn't want to let her drive...

I didn't want to let her drive...

"Sante!"

...

Did you drop her
off, or did you keep on?

I went up.

What time did you leave?

11:30 pm, midnight. I think.
-Did you stay until 1:30?

We slept together.

RAUSART SCOFFS

It was ambiguous between us
for a long time.

For years, I didn't see her.

I was dealing with too much:
​​job, divorce...

Yeah...
That night, with the booze,

we crossed the line.
ROXANE: Lt. Vandraud,

why is this phone off the hook?

I must have forgotten to hang up.
I'll do it right now-

Hello, who's on the line?

(Jeez!)

MOBILE RINGING
Jeez, a call, a call!

OK, what do I do?
-It's a trap!

No, she's going to get
your voicemail.

Yes, yes, er... Here!

Answer. Say anything. Improvise, improvise!

SOUTHERN ACCENT
Pesto Paradise,

the right bistro for lunch!
Hello, what can I do for you?

ROXANE: Hello. Morgane
Alvaro's daughter, I presume.

Tell your mother not to
take me for a fool.

Can we talk?
-Sure.

What a rotten accent!

"What can I do for you?"
Who says that?

Yeah, it was a moment's notice,
you didn't give me time to think.

Just say "sorry, it's a mistake"
and hang up!

Sorry, it's not easy to impersonate
someone else.

"Impersonate someone else"?

You're a genius! Rotten accent,
but you're a genius!

ARGUING

...

He denies the murders.

We checked his alibi?

What is going on?

...

CELINE: Roxane, Morgane has problems...

ROXANE: No, I've heard enough.
At the beginnning I set rules.

She did everything.Go ahead.

Okay:

She comes to my crime scenes with her kids.

She doesn't follow procedure.

She doesn't listen. She's unruly,
stubborn, annoying...

Commander! I don't know what-

She doesn't respect anything,
it's true.

But she is the most brilliant investigator
I've ever worked with.

She's a risk for the Judicial Police, certainly,

but with her we're better.

So if you decide to fire her,
add my resignation.

Commander, I hear your arguments.

Domestic violence,
seized drugs, the car wash...

she found it, not me.

If she leaves, so do I.

You mean she's been investigating
illegally for 48 hours?

She discoverred that our victim

was beaten, that the
husband was entrapped by police?

That the laundering took
place at the car wash?

And all this from home? -She's tough.

She's super badass.

You're participating in the investigation

of my sister's death?
-Yeah, I'm a consultant.

Well, I'm
telecommuting this week.

I wanted to check
something with you.

Smile, so I can see.

Smile, it's not complicated.

A real smile. Aaah!

Aaah!
- There you are!

Mirror image!
- Sorry?

-At your colleague's
farewell party,

it was your sister, not you.

It's believed that twins like you
and Yaëlle are clones.

Genetically, that's true.

The egg splits in two
at the start of pregnancy,

making two individuals
with the same DNA.

But physical
differences can arise.

In 25 percent of cases,
the division is done later,

between the 7th and 12th day,

giving rise to mirror twins.

Lights.

I don't understand.
-We call this twins who have

inverted physical traits.

Like being
reflected in a mirror.

For example: one will have a mole

on the right cheek and
the other on the left.

Yes, well no, the reverse.
Yes, fine, fine.

You get it. One will have

one ear on one side,
the other, on the other.

In case of cancer,

the location of the tumor may be
symmetrical. Crazy, right?

And you, for example, the
difference is your teeth.

My teeth?
-Yeah.

Yaëlle and you, you have
the same head, the same voice,

the same DNA and...

a dental defect:

the canine sticks out.

Yours, on the right,
and hers, on the left.

She took your place at the work party,

you helped her get rid of
her husband,

and she gave you an alibi

for the m*rder of Charpac.

You're crazy.

Why would I k*ll Charpac?

He was threatening your partner.

You're crazy about him

For years.

He mustn't denounce me.

Charpac owns me.
If I stop, I'm stuck.

When you found out about the
money, he begged you not to report him.

Charpac had him, even if
he stopped, he was screwed.

You wanted to save him.

For love.

That's why you k*lled Charpac.

Your sister has taken your place
so that we don't suspect a thing.

But, in the evening,

she slept with
the man you loved.

I've loved him for 6 years.

I've been waiting for the
right moment for 6 years.

She arrives,

she takes everything from me.

MORGANE: You gave me a hard time.

Without me, you would
never have gotten caught.

Yeah.

I think so too.

THE

THE TWIN

THE TWIN IS

THE TWIN IS THE

THE TWIN IS THE k*ller

BELT JINGLING

You'll quit too if I fire Morgane?

Ah, no. Certainly not.

However, check your phones. We have
a small problem with the case.

What's happening?

Open up, f*ck!

Open this door, b*tch!!

I said open!

I'm going to k*ll you!

MORGANE SCREAMS

"Stop!" Put down your weapon!

I won't hesitate!
Drop your weapon!

Down! Down! Down, damn.

Hands behind your head.

Are you okay Morgane?
-I'm happy to see you.

What?
You're going to yell at me, right?

Except for this damn gypsy belt I think I
did very well, if it's all the same to you.

Morgane.

What?

You alright?
-Uh, yes?

CELINE COUGHS

...

CELINE: Are you alright, Morgane?
-Yeah, I'm fine.

Can you leave us?
-Yes, of course.

Well, I think I did pretty good for
my last case, uh?

I'm going out with a lot of fireworks.

More like a nuclear disaster.

CELINE: Fine.

The next one will be quieter?

I'm not getting fired by
the cow from IGPN?

Cmdr. Acheres has a lot of criticisms.

But she recognized that your
contributions are not without interest.

We'll be silent on this last incident,

in life we don't have to
say everything we know.

Okay, then I can stay?

On one condition.
-Okay...

Given you have not taken the classic path,

the IGPN requires you undergo
training before returning to the field.

To bring you up to speed.

Upgrade me how?

CELINE: Across the board.
- Huh?

Morgane, you want to go back to work,
you'll have to take cop training.

There's no way I will wear a uniform.