02x03 - Made in France

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Maj. Lenormand,

Multidiscipline Trainer in the
Training Management Center

of the Recruitment & Training
Directorate.

Rest easy.

So I understand that she had
a few little slip-ups in the past,

your reinstatement depends on
this training course.

You're saying to yourself:

"Oh no! Criminal Procedure,
it's not for me, I'll never get there."

Don't panic, Mrs. Alvaro, I'm here!
Now then-

I'll start where it all begins,

at Police Emergency Services,

where you can contribute to
safety by reporting violations.

(Wow!)

How are you, guys?
In top form?

They're working.

Be careful, here the slightest mistake
can have serious consequences.

So be discreet...

MORGANE: Emergency
Services, yoo-hoo?

What are youMORGANE: Emergency
doing, Mrs. Al-Services, yoo-hoo?

It's not okay. Hello? Yes?
Give me that. Wait.

Yes? You?

Very good.
Listen:

I'm making it
my business

to send you the
Army right away.

No-Gotta go,
best regards.

"Send the army"?
It makes no sense.

Give me
that...

Give meRelax, you're
that...so serious.

it's nothing, young
people are down with rap.

What?!
PHONE RINGS

Ah! No, wait, NO!
PHONE RINGS

♪ Hel-lo, Police Emergency,
I'm listening! ♪

It's funny. Eh?
Yes I'm listening.

Sorry?

No, wait. Who shot whom?

ON SPEAKER: She's dead.
-Where are you?

We shot her.
-Hello ?

Where are you?
-They're going to k*ll me.

ERROR TONES

Well sh*t, she hung up.
Looks serious to me.

The number is in the
name of Nicole Guerroni.

Rue Pompidou in Madeleine.

It's 5 minutes away, come on!

No no, please, please.

Let's do things right, agreed?

TIRES SCREECH

This is totally not standard procedure.

The operators do
not go into the field.

Yes, we're in intervention
training, there.

I take care of the planning!

You're incredible.
-OK, it's quiet.

We sh**t our way in.
-Eh ?

sh**t, I tell you.
-Not at the door?

There's a girl who got
k*lled behind it, so sh**t!

Forget the manual!
DOOR OPENS

Hello?

Oh, hello.

MAJOR: Nicole Guerroni?
-Yes ?

Maj. Lenormand.
We came because of the call.

What call?

I don't understand.
I always put it here.

We had a report of a homicide
from your mobile.

Did you loan it to anyone?
-No.

CAT MEOWS

Oh...

MEOW
My cat.

Oh yes...

Oh, how big you are!

Good. Obviously, your
mobile was stolen,

to prank us. It happens.
- Oh?

Yes! The last time, a guy called to
tell me I'm a cuckold.

HE CHUCKLES
I'm not married.

Mrs. Guerroni, do you want
to file a complaint?

File a complaint?
-Yes, for the theft of the mobile.

Wait. Allow me...

(I'm trying something.)
-Mm hmm?

You've reached the mobile of Nicole-
-Ah, well.

Well, there it is. Mrs. Guerroni,
we won't bother you any longer,

if your phone reappears
let us know, OK?

Of course.
-Good. Have a nice day.

No, no, wait, she's jerking us around.

It was her voice on the phone, the
k*ller may be in the house.

Come on, we have to search the place!

Mrs Alvaro, I get paid--a pittance, I
grant you-- to teach you the ropes.

There's nothing tricky here.
My 17 years of experience

leads me to one conclusion:

it was a telephone prank.

But we have to do a search!

You are annoying.

He sighs.
-What ?

You don't close the door at home?
Unbelievable. Do I have to tell you...

"Morgane, you've been
at my house for 3 weeks."

DAPHNE: Mm hmm.

"I know you are
looking at real estate,

but I was wondering..."
- Stop apologizing!

State the question clear and direct!
- Okay.

"Eliott put shaving
cream in my bed three times."

"Ludovic never, never uses

the squeegee after showering."

"You haven't done the shopping yet,

yet you're here every night!"

It's soft! Be firm!

"WE'RE IN
MY HOME!"

"WE'RE INThat's it!
MY HOME!"

Okay?Yes.

"SO NOW IT'S ME

WHO DECIDES WHAT WE
WATCH ON TV!"

"AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT,

WELL, YOU JUST HAVE TO..."

"GET OUT,
THAT'S IT!"

"sh*t!"There! Good!

STAMMERS

"sh*t! Now," uh...

"IT'S NOT BECAUSE
YOU HAVE HPI,

IT'S BECAUSE YOU
YOU PISS EVERYONE OFF!"

MOBILE RINGING
That was heavy. Who is it...

MOBILE RINGING
It's her. It's her!

Morgane? Yes.
Hello, yes? Morgane?

It's good you called, because
we have to discuss... now... what?

Find a phone?

Without agreement from
the prosecutor, uh...

Yes, but... Yes, I'll take care
of it right away.

Er Morgane, where are you

SHE HANGS UP
in your search for... a house...

HE MUMBLES

No, she was rushed.

It wasn't the
moment to broach...

It wasn't theYeah.
moment to broach...

The wholeYeah.
thing of...

We're moving on to something
very important:

road safety.
TRUCK HONKING

You who love action,
you'll have a blast,

like Disneyland!
-Oh yeah?

This is a Mesta 211.

A technological gem, the
flagship of our institution.

Hey,

I've wanted to try it for years.

It's all yours.

Yeah,It's all yours.
great!

We're going to
nab them!

Let's go!We're going to
nab them!

Let's get started.

There!
What?

There's one!
Go ahead!

BEEP

OK!
- How fast?

68 km/h.

Ah, I would have said more.

Back to it, come on.

I see something. There!

Let's go!
-Yes, it's good!

MAJOR: You have it?
MORGANE: Yes!

How fast?
-69.

I heard a beep!

That's what it said!
-Well it's screwed up.

We should go.Not possible.

Let's go.No, you need one.

It's amazing!

It's fun to
flash a car.

Look.

I get it!

MAJOR: Rebooting. There.
BEEP

When it beeps,
it's great. There.

BEEPING = END OF CYCLE
= STEAM

BEEPING
She was shot.

= END OF CYCLE

= STEAM

What call?

LIAR
BUZZER

MAJOR: There.
The Mesta is perfect.

MORGANE: Damn, it's the old
woman who called.

Very well. Just wait, you'll see.

ENGINE ROARS

Mrs. Álvaro! Álvaro!

ADAM: Gilles?

Did you ask for the
location of this phone?

It's in Madeleine.
What's the case?

What case?
ADAM: Yeah, what case?

What case?
- (It's not working.)

It's a case.
-And it's in Madeleine?

I don't know.

It's a mistake, I think.

CELINE: Maj. Lenormand.
Is everything alright?

What is that nut doing in the police?

Yeah, Morgane, right?
- She stole my car.

ADAM: Ah.
- I had to hitchhike

to get back to Lille.

With my radar and uniform,

nobody would pick me up.

You know, over time,

you'll get used to it...
or not.

She has big psychological problems.

She dragged me to a house in Madeleine

on a prank call.

And then she stole my car.

In Madeleine?

Yes.

In Madeleine.

What do you think, Gilles?

SCOFFS
ADAM: A coincidence?

Yeah.

Anyone there?

Woo ooo?

DOOR OPENS
Ahhh! Take whatever you want!

Oh f*ck, Karadec,
you freaked me out.

What are you doing here?

You're asking me questions?

You've just been reinstated,
and you break and enter here?

I called, no one was here.

I found a spare key
in the drainpipe.

FAINT KNOCKING

ADAM: No, you stay there.

MEOWING
MORGANE: It's you there.

MORGANE: Where's your mistress?

She's there.

Nicole Guerroni, 69 years old.

Never married, no children.

She ran a dance school in Old Lille.

Death by asphyxiation
around 7 pm.

One hour before your arrival.

At 3 pm she dials 17 to come here.
4 hours later, dead.

k*lled so she wouldn't
identify the m*rder*r?

Possible.

If she saw someone being k*lled,

why did she lie to Morgane
and the Major?

Maybe the k*ller
was threatening her?

We need to know who she
was talking about on the phone.

There may be a second victim.

Oh sh*t.

Oh f*ck.

MORGANE: Hey, Karadec!
Karadec!

Karadec, I found the victim's
cell phone!

Karadec, what are you doing?

Look. I found the victim's phone.
Know where?

ADAM: No.
-In the trash!

Do you have your battery?

What does it say?

It's turning on.
- Well?

Well, yes, she called 17.
- Ah!

A Lucie tried to reach her 3 times...

Lucie Morvan, yes.

Her number was on the fridge.

She works with her at
the dance school.

Okay, we question her tomorrow.

Er, yeah, tomorrow doesn't
work for me,

Ludo found us a house
to tour urgently.

That's at 2 pm, how about
11:30 am? How's that for you

No, Morgane. It's not for the police
to adapt to you.

And in fact, tomorrow you
have your training, right?

I hope it makes you happy.

What?

To see me suffer.

Uh... no.
- Sure.

No, actually.
-Sure...

It's a humiliation to
send me back to school.

Are you ready? This is it.

So, we have 4 beautiful bedrooms.
-Chloe can have her own!

We have a second
bathroom up here.

Two bathrooms?
-We are already planning.

And the decisive
advantage of the house:

its beautiful garden
of 42m square,

exquisite, south-facing.

Wow, can I have frogs out there?

CLASSICAL PIANO

First position, ladies: port
de bras, nice and round.

Get out in a second...

Half folds.

Check that our
ankles do not roll.

The belly is in,

buttocks too.
We lean on our shoulders.

Go stretch your legs.

ADAM: Lucie Morvan?
-Yes ?

Sorry, Lt. Vandraud and
Cmdr. Karadec, Judicial Police.

Gilles?

Er, it's about Nicole Guerroni.

Can we talk ?

Cries of relief

...

At this price, we
could have taken it!

THEA: But what about
the dive next door?

It looks like a hideout.

Wait, we're talking about a house

we'd be paying off for the
next 25 years,

it makes me cautious!

We've already seen
plenty of nice houses.

Well yeah!

The one in SeclinWell yeah!

with the attic addition,
that was nice.

Oh yeah, that was great.

Yeah... yeah, that property, uh...

poplar beams and a fir door!

Do we want a place
that's 4 stars,

or a place perfect for termites?

Oh...

Hey, the one with the fireplace
in Emmerin?

Yes, it was pretty.
-Yes, a house with a zinc roof.

Might as well invest in an oven!

TIMER BUZZER

Er, the one in Ronchin,
with the dressing room?

ELIOTT: Yes, yes!

MORGANE: OK, has
everyone forgotten that

the last owner blew out
his brains in there?

Didn't you feel the bad vibes?

It may be built on an
old Indian cemetery,

like in "Poltergeist."

MORGANE: Okay.

They're not just words,
you'll thank me

the day when the house
that we will not have bought

will be all rotten!

Morgane; what's going on?
Moving too fast, right?

MORGANE: No!

No!
-"No," you're sure ?

Yes, I'm just saying.

You're giving all the real estate
agents burnout.

You haven't spoken to
your mom about the deposit.

Dear,

if you're not ready to buy,
it's fine, we can keep renting.

But I am ready to buy!
I'm ready.

Fine. You know what ?

Go to work, see you tonight, okay?

Yes, see you tonight.

I love you.
- Me too.

MORGANE: Have a good day.
-Yeah. I'm off, see you tonight!

You too.
- Kisses.

Your boss called Police Emergency
for help yesterday, at 3 pm.

She said she had witnessed
a m*rder.

A m*rder ?
-Yes.

You called her several times
yesterday afternoon. Why ?

Yes. She had
forgotten her 6 pm class.

As she didn't answer I went to her
home to see if she was okay.

She didn't open, I left.

SIGHS
Okay.

(Oh f*ck, the shopping.)

(The tape of the call!)

6 pm?

MOBILE RINGS

Excuse me.

Pick up...

6 pm, okay.

Did you see anyone?
LUCIE: No.

Passers-by, but
no acquaintances.

And then you left.
-Yes.

MOBILE RINGS

CLEARS THROAT

MOBILE RINGING

ADAM: Excuse me.

(Morgane, I'm working!)

Someone was shopping for
the victim, you have to find who.

The tape of the call.
-Yes.

The 2 packs of
water in her kitchen,

she didn't carry them.

She struggled to lift her cat.

She had a delivery,

is that it Morgane?

Yes! When I went there at 3 pm

right after the call,
they weren't there.

The person who delivered it

saw her alive?
- Hey, you got it! Hello? Hel-?

Oh, yeah, OK.

Uh... Excuse me.

Did Nicole have her
groceries delivered?

Her neighbor's been buying her
heavier things for a few months.

Okay, do you know him?
What's he like?

ADAM: Hello. Mr Maurin?
-Yes ?

Cmdr. Karadec, Crime Squad,
and Lt. Vandraud.

Can we come in for a moment?

Yes...

We regret to inform you

that Madame Guerroni
died last night.

MAURIN: SHARP INTAKE
ADAM: She was m*rder*d.

...

You weren't aware?

...

We learned that you delivered

her shopping from time to time.

ADAM: Did you go to her
house yesterday?

MAURIN: Yes.

I brought the
purchases at 5pm, but...

everything was fine!

Were you in the middle of cleaning?

Er, uh, I live with my mother,

she likes everything to be clean.

Ah.

At 4 pm shortly before her death,
Mrs. Guerroni called 17

to report a homicide.

Did you notice anything special in
the neighborhood yesterday?

No.

ADAM: Are you sure?

In any case, Mrs. Guerroni was able

to see what goes on in your home.

GILLES: Where is your mother?

She's not here.
She's out.

What's in those bags?
- Stuff I have to throw away.

Stay there.
- No no no, on your knees.

What are you doing?
- On your knees!

On the ground, Mr. Maurin.

ADAM: Whose blood is this?
MAURIN: I don't know.

Is it your mother's?
-No.

ADAM: Her cell phone is off.

It's not even her dress,
but Mrs. Guerroni's.

She gave me this bag
of her old stuff to throw away

So instead of throwing them away,
you take them home? I don't understand.

Your neighbor, who has a view
of your living room,

calls 17 to report a m*rder.

Your mother is nowhere to be found
and your neighbor is found m*rder*d.

What would you deduce from that?

STAMMERS
I didn't k*ll anyone.

And your mother's where?

ON LAPTOP
She went out shopping.

ADAM: When's she coming home?
- I don't know.

He reminds me of the guy in "Psycho."
-Yeah,

ADAM: Did your mother
walk, or drive?

but the commander is
too confrontational.

He's antagonizing him.

It's a technique which consists of
mirroring oneself with the suspect.

It's one of the approaches

of the profiling workshop
I did last year.

The hour and a half
online thing?

You have to put yourself
in the head of the m*rder*r.

Turn the intelligence of
the predator against him.

Making this kind of sociopath
confess isn't a science, it's an art.

You're the one who says it?

Or is Morgane telling you?

PHONE RINGING

Hello, Forestier.

Yes, I'll hold.

With Morgane, I've learned
to trust my intuition.

In my opinion, this guy k*lled
his mother, his neighbor saw him,

and he smothered her to
keep her from reporting him.

Hello? Yes.

Hello, Mrs. Maurin.

Yeah. Yes.

Ah, well,
we're sorry, I...

(Oh.)
Of course.

Oh.
Of course. Obviously.

I'll hand you over to him.

It's the suspect's mother.

MAJOR: Finally, inside
the SDLCO, we find

the OCLCO, which funnily is
"In the sky is water"

OCRTEH, OCBC, OCRFM, OCLCIFF,

and finally, OCVRP.

Now, I know that's a lot to
remember in one go,

But be assured, we covered most of it.

(Most of it...)

You're fat, my but you're fat!

Uh, sir?
- Ah! I knew you'd be interested

in all these options. Go ahead,
ask me, what?

When are we going to take breaks?

Otherwise, I can't absorb all this.

Oh, I understand, no reason why not;
go, go...

Yes!
- Good, a brief...

...take a... Ah, yes...

It's urgent. Alright.

(Phew.)

Marc Maurin didn't k*ll his mother,
the victim gave him the clothes.

DAPHNE: The blood is from
Nicole Guerroni, the victim?

It's possible.
Do we have lab results?

DAPHNE: It won't be long.

I hope there'll be a match
in the DNA database,

as no women were
reported missing yesterday.

MORGANE: Guys, it's a "cold case"!

A what?

A "collld... caaase"!
GILLES: ("Cold ca-"?)

an old unsolved m*rder--
don't you watch American TV?

(It rings a bell.)

You know this how?

Her cat gained weight.

Ah.
-If we compare old photos

of her cat with today-

You're fat...

-he's gained 3 kilos.

No wonder, given the food
she was giving him.

The bowl was overflowing, right?

Fixed tomcats don't chase
the females anymore.

If they don't have a diet,
they get fat like priests.

BURP

ADAM: OK, where are you
going with this, exactly?

The chick was a former dancer, OK?

She's as thin as a twig,

she spends her life on
a diet but overfeeds her cat?

Uh, nooo!

MORGANE: It doesn't
add up. Unless...?

Unless...?

OK, I'm solving the mystery, but
if you don't join in I'll stop.

ALL: UNLESS?

Unless she forgets!

The cat eats all day

because she forgot she
already fed him.

The woman has Alzheimer's!

Alzheimer's?

MORGANE: Well yes,
it explains everything:

Why the gal needs a cheat sheet

to know how her microwave works?

Why her cell phone
wasn't stolen, but thrown away?

And why the call to 17-

Police Emergency, I'm listening.

Do you think she was delusional
on the phone?

No, it's the opposite,
she remembered.

Alzheimer's attacks the memory,

but not all at once!

It's called Ribot's Theory,

from Théodule Ribot,
a 19th Century shrink.

sh*t name, but a talented guy.

He discovered that
with the onset of senility,

new memories tend to fade
before old ones.

As a result the brain gets muddled,

and confuses the past and present.

There!

GILLES: Wow.
- So you're telling me that

the m*rder she reported yesterday,
was in fact committed years ago?

It's completely crazy!
DAPHNE: Not really.

We just got the lab results, and

the blood on the
dress is not Nicole Guerroni's:

It's old blood, 20 years or more.

Nicole Guerroni's autopsy
confirms Alzheimer's.

She must have seen the bloody dress

and the memory of the m*rder
she witnessed came back to her.

She keeps quiet for years, but
all of a sudden

everything comes back
because of the Alzheimer's.

This is completely crazy.
-That's for sure.

Could the author of
the 7 year-old m*rder

have k*lled her to
stop her reporting him?

Yes, it's possible, but

this m*rder could've happened
anytime in the last 50 years.

In addition, we don't
know who the victim is

and we don't have any clues
except for an old bloody dress.

How do you intend to move forward?

So, what does this dress tell us?

Oh, well already we can see the seams
under the arms are spotless.

Zero traces of perspiration.

So we can reasonably deduce
that this dress

was almost new when
it got smeared with blood.

If we find the year of manufacture,
we'll have the year of the "cold case."

Not bad, huh?

Yeah.
MORGANE: OK good, next.

Oh look, the maker's label:

"Made in France"!

"Made in France"?
I dunno about you,

but it's been a while since I bought
something cheap from France.

Not since the 80s maybe?

So I remove all
the stuff after 1980.

MORGANE: Like so.

And that gives us...
MORGANE: And that gives us?

1,564 files.

OK...

OK, OK... What else?

Ah!

Listen!
ZIPPER

You see? Nothing about the sound?

Sounds the same.

A little...
MORGANE: Yeah, no, but okay:

You can't hear any 'OUF.'
Not like...

Well...
MORGANE: In short, you can dump

all cases prior to 1970 because

this is a plastic zipper.

Plastic closures appeared
in 1970 to replace

the traditional metal zippers,

which make more noise.

We go from 1,564 to...

...145 files!
MORGANE: Hey, not bad!

I haven't finished!
-Yeah? What else?

Wait, we're going
to try something:

drum roll!

You're sure?
MORGANE: So--

Oh, look!

It doesn't burn, it melts.
So if it melts?

It's nylon!

Nylon appeared in 1935.

Created by a guy who played
the little chemist and designed

the first synthetic fibers made from oil,

and a whole bunch of other crap.

So, the special feature
of nylon is it's super strong.

It has completely revolutionized
women's lives.

There is a major problem:

nylon has exactly the same raw
materials as gunpowder.

BANG

Suddenly, a choice had to be made
between w*r and tights.

expl*si*n

Well, briefly, in the 70s

nylon made a strong comeback

after the oil shock of 1973.

Then, BAM:

more oil and suddenly more nylon.

More nylon.

Stop at 1973.
How many files?

Thirty-seven.

MORGANE: Hey!
KISSES OWN HAND

What else?

I can't do magic with 37,

you can participate too.

When Nicole Guerroni
called Emergency Services

she said, "We shot her."

How many of the 37 died by g*nsh*t?

Oh f*ck, Lenormand!

It's not him, Morgane.
ADAM: It's not Lenormand.

The number by g*nsh*t is...

nine.

DAPHNE: Wait, I think I found it.

June 15, 1972, sh**ting death,

a woman was found dead
near Roubaix.

Look at the report.

MORGANE: Ah yes!
ADAM: Looks like the same dress

as the one from Nicole Guerroni.
Victim name?

No, and apart from a witness who saw
a black Citroen DS leaving the scene,

the file is empty.

I'd look good in this, right?

ADAM: Why do they have
the same dress?

Are they costumes?

ADAM: The teacher must know her.
I'll go back there.

ROXANE: Hello Commander,
can we talk ?

MORGANE: The woman from IGPN?
ADAM: Er, yes?

What does she want?

I wanted to tell you that my
superiors validated my conclusions

on the Malo-les-Bains case.
You're officially cleared.

Thanks for
stopping by to tell me.

(You're welcome.)

(No, wait-)

Like, I, I... umm...

(As I'm no longer investigating you,

I thought maybe we can...

have dinner?)

Dinner?

(Yes, tonight.)
-Yeah? Tonight?

(Dinner together?)
(-Yes,

with a view to exploring

the possibility of a romantic
relationship between us.)

Oh. Ah!

There it is. Sorry if I'm making
you uncomfortable.

If you are not interested,

it will not affect my report.

8 pm, okay?
I'll send you the address.

When you invited me to lunch,

I was expecting
something a bit more...

I mean a little less...

This is my favorite lunch spot.
- Oh!

Here, it's the best kebab in Lille.

Well, do you have
something to ask me?

It's this: I'm buying a house with
Ludo and I want you to cosigner.

You, buy a house?
- Yes, why ?

No, my no, nothing, that's great.

But, are you sure?

Going into debt for 25 years
is no small thing.

With Ludo?
- Yes, with Ludo.

What, you got a problem with him?

Certainly not, he's perfect.

Oh, OK, I'm the problem.

Admit it, you're not the
very example of stability, huh?

OK, forget it. I have to work,
I'll be going.

Oh, I can't tell you anything!

Fine, OK, I'll cosign!

If you and Ludo are ready,
I'm with you.

Thanks Mom. Thanks!

You know what ?

We're gonna buy this
house, with or without you,

and we're going to live there
very happily, understood?

I'm sure of it, darling, sure of it!

And at worst,
you can always resell.

You SO piss me off!

This woman was
m*rder*d in 1972.

We don't know who she
is, but your boss knew her

and witnessed his m*rder.

I don't know who it is.

According to our information,

Nicole opened
this school soon after.

Do you know
where she worked before?

No, sorry,

we met when I
arrived in Lille, in '87.

Before becoming a teacher,
she was part of a troupe,

but she wasn't very
talkative about it.

MOBILE RINGS

If anything occurs to you...?

...

Right. Face the barre,
we'll work on...

(Morgane, if you have a
flash of genius, do it quickly.)

No, I have no flash of genius,

I have nothing at all to tell
you, and you?

Oh, OK, you call in the middle of an
investigation to say there's nothing to tell me.

No, I'm calling you to, to learn

what you've found. I'm concerned-
- One moment.

We found the school's archives.

The For Sale sign on the building:
June 30, 1972,

it's 2 weeks after the m*rder.
ADAM: Yes.

GILLES: Look at this.

"Purchased for Nicole Guerroni
by the SVB company".

Smells like a bribe.

Does SVB still exist?
-They apparently to have a bar,

the "Black Pearl."

ADAM: If they bought her silence,
we'll look at the school.

Wait, what is the "Black Pearl"?

What's the "Black Pearl"?

Eh? I have to go, Morgane.

No, Karadec! Kara-
GRUMBLES

MAJOR: Mrs. Alvaro?
- (f*ck.)

MAJOR: Everything alright?

I see your bag.

(sh*t!)

Listen...

I know.

I spoke with your commissioner,

she explained your HPI-ism to me.

I understand better now why you've
so much difficulty learning.

I've never worked with students
with disabilities, so inevitably...

I suggest you make an effort

at the pedagogical level, and I'll...

level the playing field.

So, tell me if you are interested.

Know what I like
about police work?

Know what I likeNo.
about police work?

GoingNo.
undercover!

Going
undercover!

Ah.

♪

What are you doing here?

Uh...
-Did you come for the auditions?

That!

You already have the physique,

I don't have a redhead yet.
- Oh!

Go ahead, show me
what you can do.

In which sphere?

Er, "dance."

It's a change from a dance school.

What the hell is he doing here?

MAJOR: Bravo!

Ahem!

Ah, Cmdr. Karadec!
Lieutenant.

Hey, it's not what you think.

No, because:

(we're undercover!)

We're working.

Want a coupe?

No thank you.
-OK.

Alvaro, where is she?

Ah, so it's this:
LAUGHS

She's not here.

ELECTRONIC RAP

♪

Are you kidding me?
Grab the pole.

Tell me, were you
working here in '72?

Who cares? I don't shake my a*s
in front of the customers.

The pole?

Are you kidding me?
It's not "Flashdance."

How does your HR work?

Do you have records?

Do a "reverse" for me, OK?

The pole.

I'll do it.

OK...

(f*ck.)

STRAINING

Look at her outfit.

I'd look good in this, right?

It's the same dress... from Nicole...

Are they costumes?

Whose blood is this?

DAPHNE: The blood on the dress
is not Nicole Guerroni's.

It's old blood, 20 years or more.

You know those two chicks?

Oh, Karadec, there you are!
Hey!

Oh, phew!
You missed everything.

Cmdr. Karadec, Judicial Police,

I have to ask you some questions.

You're not drinking that?
- No. Morgane?

She didn't drink from it.
-Yes, don't you either.

We're investigating the m*rder of a
young woman 50 years ago.

What do you know about her?

Her stage name was Tulip.

She left overnight, I never imagined

she could've been dead all this time.

Do you know Tulip's last name?

Sorry. At the time, girls who danced

were discreet about their identities.

The other girl in the photo,
her name is Nicole Guerroni.

She got k*lled yesterday.

SARAH: Her stage name was Coco.

With Tulip...

they were stars here.

SARAH: In the '70s the Pearl,
it was something else.

(DONNA SUMMER: I FEEL LOVE)

They all wanted to dance here:
(DONNA SUMMER: I FEEL LOVE)

the proles, the underworld wiseguys...

From 10 pm to 5 am, I was
the most powerful woman in Lille.

And...

Tulipe and Coco
were my little protegees.

...

SARAH: They had come
to Lille to dance

and their duo was a hit.

Customers loved them.

But they...

They wanted to
stop for their dream:

...

opening a dance school together.

ADAM: When was the last
time you saw Tulip?

One day, she didn't come to work.

Coco said she was going
back to her family in Amiens.

She often sent them money.

A few days later, Coco quit too.

A page had turned.

DAPHNE: ...apart from
a witness who saw

a black Citroen DS leaving the scene.

MORGANE: Wow! Damn!

MORGANE: Hey, whose
car was it?

That's Bibi, it was my car.

Business was going well.

Yeah, you said it!

You forgot to say it was
you who k*lled Tulip.

The day after the m*rder,

a witness saw your car
where her body was found.

SVB, those are presumably
your initials?

It's the sales contract for
the dance school.

Sarah von... Bergen?
Sarah von Braten?

Sarah von Bruck.

You bought Nicole's silence
with a dance school.

It was an accident.

At the time, the Pearl's success
was envied,

I found I was a woman in a man's
world. I had enemies.

Like, for example, Jean-Mi,
the boss of the Charleston.

I had stolen his best dancers.

He had a bad reputation.

One evening he
arrived after closing time

and he was death-warmed-over.

He pulled out his g*n and...

the b*llet went
that far from my face.

I took out my g*n from
behind the bar.

I fired.

I didn't see Tulip behind him.

You don't call the
police and buy off Nicole.

She keeps the secret,

but because of her Alzheimer's,
you were afraid she'd expose you.

I didn't k*ll Coco.

It was 50 years ago.

I haven't had
contact with her since.

Sarah von Bruck acknowledges
k*lling Tulip, accidentally, in '72,

but still denies Nicole Guerroni.

No rush, as luck would have it.

An alibi?
-Nothing verifiable.

You want some coffee?
-I dream about it.

Two witnesses went to
Nicole Guerroni's

house just before her death.

Maybe they'll
recognize the suspect.

It can't be. Why're you here
and not in class?

Where's Maj. Lenormand?

He's taking a nap right now.

STAMMERS

He's tired, the change in activity...

Is he baked???

Dance for me, Salome!

MORGANE: Uh, yeah, so...

Don't get me started on the
scourge of alcoholism in the police!

Morgane! sh*t!

I have the IGPN on my back.

If you don't work your
hours, you won't be reinstated.

Finish your training at Reception.

No, not with "High Voltage" Jérôme!

How do you like
Reception with me?

Having a blast,
Jerome. A blast.

A real blowout.

Oh, ah...

(A customer!)
Yeah.

MAURIN: I'm meeting
Cmdr. Karadec

to identify
the suspect.

Fine!

MORGANE: Bzzz!
Fine!

SCANNER SQUAWKS
Bzzz!

ID card?

and electronic
devices

in the tray.

(In the tray.)

JEROME: Yeah.
(In the tray.)

MORGANE: He doesn't have any.

(You're infernal,
Jerome!)

Uh, Supercop
awaits you

at the end of
the hall. Go on.

Seriously?

Were you born
like this

or did something
happen?

No.

(New client.)

Yes.
(New client.)

Hello,

Bzzz!
Hello, I have an appointment.

Bzzz!
SCANNER SQUAWKS

Yes.

(It's good.)
Yes.

(She has nothing.)

Yes.

I have to ID a suspect.
Yes.

ID card?

And?

"Electronic devices."
I'm good, huh?

JEROME: Yes. In the tray.
-There.

No.

I'm not finished.

Wait until
I'm done.

MORGANE: I'll go with you,

so you don't
get lost.

My ID? Thanks.

(There!)
My ID? Thanks.

(There!)
(All good!)

Have a
good day!

Goodbye.

Come with me.

You don't have to
be at Reception?

Yeah, I checked
it out.

I get it.

Okay.

OK.

So, can you tell me
if you know

the names of
these people?

If you saw them
on the night of

the m*rder near
Nicole Guerroni's house.

ADAM: Take your time.

That lady, in the middle,

she was parked in front of Nicole's.

ADAM: You're certain?

LUCIE: Yes. Our eyes met
when I left.

Yes, it was her.

MORGANE: WOW!

Very nice interpretation,
I'm giving her the Oscar!

LAUGHS

It's not #3 who k*lled our old lady.

No, it's madam here.

LUCIE: Sorry?
-Hey, let's pause

your movie for a sec, eh?

You blame her for
k*lling your mother!

BANG

MORGANE: I mean, it's not pretty.

She comes from Amiens, like Tulip.

That's about... (100,000 residents
at least.)

Oh yeah? No sh*t.

How many of them have
the same dimple

on their right cheek
as their mother?

Huh? Not bad, in my opinion!

SHE MOCK GASPS
Dimples, I love them.

I'd like to have some.

Look, even with her Angry Face
there's a family resemblance.

MORGANE: It was her mother

who Sarah von Bruck k*lled in 1970.

Are you Tulip's daughter?

LUCIE: Her real name was Sabine.

When I was little, she went to Lille
to become a dancer.

I went to live
with my grandparents.

Mm hmm?

She had sworn to come back
for me as soon as she could.

One day, we stopped
hearing from her.

I always thought she had
abandoned me,

at the same time
I could never believe it.

When I danced, it was for her.

When I turned 18
I decided to find her.

You met Nicole Guerroni while
looking for your mother?

My mother talked about
her in her letters.

I asked her where my mother was,

she told me that they
had lost touch with each other.

She offered me a job
at her dance school.

When did you found out
what happened?

I went to her house

and she was completely lost.

She said she was sorry for
everything, she was sorry.

I didn't understand anything.

I realized that she
mistook me for my mother.

She told me everything,

without knowing who
she was talking to.

I grew up without my mother

and all these years
she protected her k*ller.

I watched her fall asleep.

Commander, you're already here.

Yes.

I often say that the
best way to be on time,

is to be early, right?
-Yes. Yes!

THEY LAUGH

Yes, yes.

ROXANE: Are you leaving?
- No. I...

I forgot my hand sanitizer
in my car.

I always have an extra on me.

If I lose one...
-Yes?

I have a spare.
ADAM: Ah!

Take it.

Thanks.

OK.

So, shall we
sit down?

OK.

LAUGHTER

...

I really had
a good evening.

Me too.

Sorry.

Sorry, I thought...

Lenormand, are you there?

VOMITING

How are you? You need help?

MAJOR: No, I'll be OK.

COUGHS

FLUSH

No, I'm fine.

Fine, fine.

Are you sure ?

Yes, I'm fine.

I'm very good.

Oh yeah? You don't look fine yet.

Hey, this is funny.
Look what I found!

SHE LAUGHS

Hope she doesn't have lice, eh?
LAUGHS

Great, huh?
MAJOR: The least one can say.

Looks bad, huh?
MAJOR: Yes...

For the Major!

Otherwise, nothing to see, but...

do you have my first evaluation?

Oh, yes.
- Yes?

I give you a 14/20.

20 is better, right?

Okay, 20/20.

That rocks!
- It does, yes.

Yes, it'll make them happy.

Alright. Of course,
we'll forget about...

I don't know
what we're talking about!

HE LAUGHS
Ah yes! Okay then.

But you can't deny,

we had fun together, huh?

Yes, we laughed a lot.

We were a great team, you and me!

Yeah, that was nice.

MAJOR: So...

Well, see you soon, Lenormand.

STAMMERS
You too.

Yeah, ciao!

You too.

MORGANE: It was great!
-Thanks!

Uh, best wishes.

It's very unconventional, a
2nd visit at this hour.

Madam insisted so much
on the phone,

you like the house after all!

Yeah, eh?

It's the right one; we'll take it!

Are you serious ?
- Yes!

And the drumming?

I'll get used to it.

It'll relax me after the
days spent with the cops.

It's good, I tell you.
We'll be happy here! Come on!

CHEERING

YES!

I'll have the large bedroom, okay?

CHEERING

...