01x08 - Homme de peu de foi

[bunniefuu]

No rigor and the body is still warm.
It's not even 2 hours since she died.

She was knocked down?
- No doubt: it was head-on.

Due to the skull injury,
she died instantly.

Manslaughter by hit-and-run?

Well, the tire tracks go in
that direction, but also there.

The vehicle ran over her again?
- Yes.

Impact to the rib cage, both legs broken:
She was run over twice.

And then forgotten immediately.
- Are you understaffed today?

How so?
- Is your advisor on strike?

I sent a message. No idea.
- What do you know about her?

"MAN OF LITTLE FAITH"

"MAN OF LITTLE FAITH"
I found this in her purse,

among her belongings.

Pauline Garcia, age 24.

No eyewitnesses, I imagine.
- Yes. Well, almost.

She found the body.

Okay.
I'll see you back at the PJ.

Are you talking to her?

Yes.
Thanks, doctor.

Yes.BONNEMAIN:
Thanks, doctor.You're welcome.

Celine, wait.

How's the man I shot?

I haven't heard
anything about that.

And let's keep it that way.

Don't stir the sh*t.
Your conscience is your business.

Yes, I know I'm late.

You won't believe it. A refrigerated
truck blocked the place.

He says 'ten minutes'. You know me,
I kept calm and said:

You move that truck in 30 seconds,
or there'll be a little justice party.

I know I can't arrest anyone,
but it made me happy to say it.

Not now, Morgane.

Good dog! What a good dog!

I always take Gatsby out early,
when no one is here yet.

I live behind there.

Didn't you see anything strange,
even though it was getting dark?

Light doesn't matter much to me.

Pardon, I'm sorry.
- Don't worry. I'm used to it.

As I walked down the street to the canal,
I heard a car in the distance.

And then nothing. It was a long
way off, but he was accelerating hard.

It's a one-way street, so he passed you
as he drove away.

Present and confident;
are you in charge?

Speaking.
- Emilie Buisson, nice to meet you.

Cmdr Karadec, Lille Police Judiciaire.

Hello, Commander.
- Nice to meet you, miss.

Yes, as I was telling your colleague,

the car didn't pass me.
The sound was suddenly gone.

Maybe he just stopped and parked.

The blind woman was right.
The car didn't pass her.

The sound was gone because
he drove into the canal.

Unbelievable.

It's something beautiful and
terrifying at the same time.

"The Angels' Parking Lot."

Gilles, can you arrange a tow?

Morgane, do you want to
go with me to the victim's house?

Thank you.

Pauline skated at a high level?
- She had qualified for the Olympics.

I was so proud of her.
ADAM: I can understand that.

And she lived here?

- With her competing,
Pauline had little time to build a life.

And I don't think she
wanted to leave me alone

And her mother?

Pauline's mother passed away
a long time ago. Cancer.

After that there were the two of us.
ADAM: I'm sorry.

Didn't she have a boyfriend?

She said that was for later when
she stopped skating.

Excuse me.

Antidepressants. It wasn't
going well for her.

It's Gilles.

Yeah, Gilles?
- Commander,

I ran the license plate and
you'll never guess.

The car belongs to the victim.
Even her key fits in the ignition.

Was she run over by her own car?

Mr. Garcia, did she
leave by car this morning?

I have no idea. I don't even
know if she had an appointment.

Do you use it too, that car?
- I don't have a driver's license.

'Car keys' plural. Is there a duplicate?

Yes, but it should be hanging there.

It's not.

That's right. Pauline lent it
to Iris last month.

Iris?
- Her coach,

she had car trouble. She must have
forgotten to give it back.

Okay, thank you.

You can do it, girls!
- We're in the Olympic squad.

No! Like Pauline Garcia?

She didn't make the selection.

How so? I saw your trophy case.

She won everything the last 5 years.

We're not about selection.
- Who then?

Iris Beauchamps?
- Yes?

Hello, madam.
- Hello.

Cmdr. Karadec, Crime Squad.

I regret to inform you that Pauline Garcia
passed away this morning.

Pauline?! What happened?
- She was run over by her own car.

Sorry.
- Of course.

I was with her for 15 years.
Pauline was like a sister to me.

You only see a champion like that once
every ten years.

She gave everything, with conviction,
everything she had.

How do I tell this to the girls?

MORGANE: Hey Karadec, look!

Great, right?

Tell me, why did you kick Pauline
Garcia off the roster?

We had a little disagreement on
the selection, but Pauline understood.

Ha, "bullshit"!

'Small disagreement'? It was a
big fight. You threw your skate at her.

- Sorry?
- There, look!

This display case has been replaced,
maybe 2 days ago.

Here old glass, old display case.
And there new glass, new display case.

And what is that there, the scratch
on the picture?

Exactly like the tip of a skate,
with those teeth.

Or it's an axe. Or a nihonto.

Do you like Japanese swords?

No, I think it was your skate.

We did argue. She just wasn't
good enough anymore.

It had been going wrong for months.
No motivation, and a chaotic life,

mouthing off!

Gone were your chances for Olympic medals.
- She sabotaged herself.

It drove me crazy.

So crazy you ran her over
with her own car?

Pauline's father says you had a key
to her car. May I see it?

Where were you this morning before 8:00?
- Here. Like every morning from 6:00.

Just ask the concierge.
- I will.

- Listen...

I have a big mouth, I get angry,

but I would never do anything to Pauline.

Very well. Thank you.
Are you coming, Morgane?

Are we going to talk about my
skating skills?

Okay, just about work.

Okay...

What do we know?

It wasn't the coach's key in the car,
but the dead woman's.

So how did the k*ller get it?

AHEEEAH!

Do you have to be like that?
- Well you don't answer!

Okay, I'm listening.

Why didn't you come to
the concert that night?

You didn't even reply to my message.

I still had a lot of overdue work and
I heard your message too late.

Was it good?
- Yeah.

Yeah, it was amazing. You missed something.

Are you coming?
- No, I'll take the bus.

Mom, look. I know how the Egyptians got
those stones on their pyramids.

Hi, darlings!

You weren't coming back until tomorrow,
weren't you? Right?

LUDO: They were tired of the waterslides,
and they missed you.

Mom, where's my tortoiseshell sarcophagus?

Well sweetie, your embalming technique
isn't quite ready yet.

I put him outside because
he started to smell.

What are you doing?

- Your sink was clogged. Not anymore.
- Nice!

Wait, I'll give you a clean shirt.

Ludo?

Yes?
Ludo?

Will you sending
Yes?those pictures

from the Aqua-
blister, please?

Charlie wants
to see them.

OK, I'm on it!Charlie wants
to see them.

MORGANE: Hey, so how was it?

It was very nice.
- Cool.

Hold on, you've lost a lot of weight!
- I have to take care of myself a bit.

- Yeah, yeah...
- I can meet Eliott's teacher Monday.

- Oh yeah, sh*t. What
does she want now?

We bought this at Camp Marmot.
Should I keep it?

I like it.
- All right, I'm going.

Won't you stay?
- I can't tonight.

That pediatrician?
- Yes. I'll get the kids tomorrow morning.

I'm going, kisses, children.
See you tomorrow!

Yes, kisses.

And work is fine?

Yes, fine.

Do you want cheese?
- Yes, nice. Thanks.

So just 'yes, fine'? No more?

Yes, fine.

Well now! Miss Laurine has
accepted your invitation.

Are you on dating apps again?
- No.

Then what's that?

Fine, OK-- I am, so what?
- And Morgane?

What about Morgane?
- I thought that for once it might be

something that goes beyond dinner.
It clicks between you, right?

I'll explain it to you.

Because of her I have broken the code
of criminal procedure 32 times.

I shot a guy. I've become someone
who can no longer do my job.

So in terms of 'clicking,'
it could be better.

Are you looking for someone who sorts
her underwear by color?

Who folds gift wrap and closes
her apps every day?

Where the cloth is parallel to the table
that is perpendicular to the sofa?

- Fine, fine fine.

I want a woman who is just normal.

Not a danger to society.
- It's better to put yourself out there.

Rather than staying safe.

What was Pauline doing there on her own?

Far from her house and the ice rink,
in that deserted place.

According to her phone, she got
there at five in the morning.

Then there are no buses. She came by car.

The autopsy showed no defensive injuries,
so how did the k*ller steal her keys?

Maybe they knew each other,
or did they meet?

Or an appointment.

Did her call log yield
anything strange?

Almost all her calls were with
her father or her coach.

Except one unknown number she called
at 11:55 pm before her death.

Strange. At that time you only call
someone you know well.

What is the number?
- 06-39-989-645.

- Okay.

Hello. The number you
have dialed is not in service.

The holder of that number is
Sylvain Dubois, from Saint-Omer.

What do you know about him?
- Born in '86, sound engineer...

and died, four months ago.
Run over by a car.

MORGANE: Karadec! Good morning!

You're late.
- Yeah, I know. But...

I have no baby, no teenager, no dog.
So good day, right?

Where are you going?
Woo-hoo?

Okay, I don't even get an answer.

This is unbelievable.

There is no connection between the victims.

Pauline Garcia has never been
to Saint-Omer.

No mutual friends, no working
relationship. She didn't know Dubois.

Still, she called him
before she was k*lled.

I don't mean to be rude, but I think
you're missing something.

You're being unpleasant.
- And you are the sunshine in the house.

Next turn left onto the D928 and
follow it for 74 km.

You will arrive at your destination
in one hour and 27 minutes.

Rebecca Weill?

He was a DJ for 15 years and played
in clubs in the region.

And parties, weddings and birthdays.

Do you know where he went
the day of the accident?

To meet a couple who wanted
to hire him for their wedding.

And he went to that appointment by car?

Did they get his car back?

The gendarmes said it was stolen.
And that's probably why he died.

Sylvain was crazy about cars.

I think he tried to stop the thief,
but he took off.

Are you saying that your husband
was run over with his own car?

That's what the gendarmes think.

He's been dead 4 months,
the one responsible hasn't been found.

Sorry, she just keeps crying.
What is it?

Hold on, I'll try a trick that works
really well for me.

What a miraculous thing!
- White noise!

Vacuum cleaner, hair dryer, faucet...

Don't ask me why.

Mrs. Weill?

Do you know this young woman,
is she familiar?

No.

- She tried to call Sylvain
just before her death.

And she was also run over with her own car.

I don't understand. You think it's the
same person who hit my husband?

It's possible.

Ah, welcome to the Smurfs.

GENDARME: Hello.
- Hello.

Hello, Cmdr. Karadec, Lille PJ.
We're meeting with Capt. t*rd.

Yes, shall we go in?
- Thanks.

Sorry, I've never seen her.

Your investigation lasted 5 months,
do you have witnesses?

No, no witnesses. We only have CCTV.
- Ah.

Well come on, what do you have?

CLEARS THROAT

Morgane, your butt.
- What about it? Oh!

Oh, there there, sir.

It wasn't exactly busy there.

He waits there a half hour
and leaves in his car.

And the couple he was meeting?

Nothing in his call history.

And we've checked all his
texts and emails, nothing.

I don't think he had an appointment.

And we have this.

WOW!

Poor kid.

Do you have any footage of
where his car was?

I have no more.

It was heinous. The thief stole
his car and ran him over.

Can you replay that first video please?
- Yeah.

There!

Look, that jogger runs into him.

The victim's keys were stolen.
Let's find that jogger.

A moment.

Gilles, will you bring in the blind woman?

Ask her if there was a jogger at the canal
the day of Pauline's death.

Keep me informed.

- Well, I bet the DJ's car is right there.

How does she know that?
- No idea.

MORGANE: He was
run over 100 meters from

the intersection of
D228 and D219. Here.

And we know the k*ller likes to throw his
m*rder weapons into water.

And where nearby can that be done?
There, in the canal.

Unbelievable. If it wasn't to
steal the car, why'd they do it?

A double-m*rder case.

There's a connection,
we just don't know what it is yet.

Daphne, write this down:
Charlie - Sierra 0-6-4 Juliette - Foxtrot.

Is that Sylvain Dubois' car?
Our second victim.

Super. Thank you.

It is indeed the Dubois car.

Can you open the trunk, please?

Well? Did you find any clues?

After four months, there are no more
prints or DNA.

We'll do our job, but I don't
think we'll find anything.

Hey wait, can I have a look?

Captain?

ADAM: Okay.

There! Karadec, look! Gloves!

Okay...

Okay...

Karadec!

Sure enough, Pauline and Sylvain
received the same postcard.

(Morgane, gloves!)

Do you know that place? Saint-Benoit Abbey?

No, sorry, nothing.
- Are you sure?

Sorry.
- Of course.

DEULE QUAY
SATURDAY 6:00

Saturday, the day of Pauline's death.
Sent in Lille, no sender.

The k*ller gave them
an appointment with death!

I love this case !

Come on.

Before you found the victim,
did you encounter a jogger ?

It means nothing to me, no.

Wait, yes. But that was a little earlier.

I always walk along the canal and
back with Gatsby.

On the way there someone ran past.
- Where about?

At the beginning of the street,
at the bus stop.

Hello, Commander.
- Hello.

You snuck up on me.
- Sorry miss.

So you told Gilles you ran into a
jogger at the bus stop?

Er, yes.

Did you notice anything about that person?
No matter how insignificant it may seem?

Light step, regular breathing.
- Woman or man?

I don't know. Average stature.

Oh, yes! He was listening
to music with headphones.

Could you hear what kind of music?

- Rock, I believe.

I had the impression it was in French.

Anything else? A scent perhaps?

Yes, when he walked by,
I smelled a bit of sweat.

Mixed with, I don't know, something sweet.

And I heard something liquid in a bottle.

Maybe he was carrying a soda or
an energy drink.

Anything else?

Thanks. Will you record her statement?

Alvaro, get a babysitter. It's going
to be a long day.

GILLES: Once again, I'll put it on paper.

Both victims got the same card.

The handwriting is illegible on this one...

but presumably that is also for a meeting.

So the k*ller arranges to meet them and
kills them in cold blood.

Out of revenge?
- Could be.

But why did they both go?

We don't know.

Does that abbey have anything
to do with it?

I want to go there and see.
- Fine. Go ahead.

We can't go on like this, Celine.

You clearly blame me. Talk.

Okay, do you want to know?
Yes, I blame you.

And not just a little.
You lied to me outright.

Ever since I've been chief,
I've only had enemies.

- You can always count on me...
- Stop it.

You were the only one I could rely on.

Now I know what it's like to be alone.

MORGANE: It's party time at the abbey.
ADAM: Morgane, please hold back.

- Oh, it's fine, Karadec. Relax a little.

May I?

Hello.
- I'm with the inspector. I have to...

Morgane...

It's good! You can go.
Morgane...

It's good! You can go.
Hello?

Hello? Father Fakelberg?

- Yes?
- Hello. I called you.

Ah! You're the couple
getting married in September?

That's not
until 6, isn't it?

We're not...
That's right!

Yes yes, we are!

We burn with desire to
unite in the love of God.

My dear!

Leave this to me.

- Okay...

Cmdr. Karadec, Lille Police Judiciaire.

Do you know this person?
- I'm not very good at faces.

Not?
- No.

And this man?

"Eternally merciful God, the sacred heart
of Your Son is our bliss."

♪ A-men! ♪

- Yes. That's a prayer candle.

Say, do you do a lot of marriages?
- About 20 a year.

Yes.
For real?

Good business,
huh?

Can we see the registry?

This year's is behind you.

(Perfect!)

KNOCKING
Father?

Excuse me.

Thank you.

What are you doing?
- I'm looking for something.

You just have no idea what.
- Oh, ye of little faith!

This is what Pauline Garcia had
with the abbey. Read on.

July 7. Bruno Beauchamps...
- Yes...

...marries Iris Moustier, the coach.
- Continue.

Witness: Pauline Garcia.
Pauline was here for a wedding.

- Now to find out what connects her
to Sylvain Dubois.

Jesus, Mary, Joseph, thank you.
He sees the light!

Do you know him?

Yes. That was the DJ at our wedding.
Sylvain. I don't know his last name.

Dubois. He kept chatting
through that microphone.

And we said we didn't want that.

Did he talk to Pauline that night?

I don't believe so.

That DJ did his job and
we danced and laughed.

And there was a lot of drinking.
- And a hangover the next morning...

Went through a whole box of Alka-Seltzer.

Did Pauline go home alone or with someone?

I don't know.

Any idea what time she left?
- Now there's a question!

She wasn't there when we
watched the sunrise.

ADAM: And the DJ?
- We booked him until 4:00.

What kind of car did he have?
- A beige '72 Mustang.

For real?
- I thought it was beautiful.

We talked about cars for a while.
Nice guy.

Except for his swaggering on
the microphone.

That's the truth.

There are 2000 of them.
Looking through them will k*ll us.

ADAM: So how's it going?

It's a wedding. The groom was overjoyed
and the bride in the clouds.

Actually Pauline looks beautiful...

They left together.
- Sorry?

Pauline and Sylvain left together.

Look: this is the
beginning of the wedding.

Pauline is always with Iris. Model witness.

Only attention for her friend. Normal.

Later that evening.... Hey!
There, she attracts the DJ's attention.

Then in all the photos she's dancing
with her hair down towards the DJ.

Right. She likes him,
but nothing happens yet.

And then she goes to get c*ck.

And who is the DJ ogling? Our skater!

And then, watch: the hook up, and they make tracks.

Now the groom is the DJ.

Pauline and Sylvain left together.

So there.

Do you think what I think? Or not?
- Tell me, Alvaro. What do I think?

Rebecca, the DJ's wife, was pregnant
at the time of the wedding.

And he cheats. Really classy, right?

It's a motive. But why take revenge
after all this time?

And who says she knew?
- She knew!

Okay, do your thing.
What am I overlooking?

Rebecca's name is not Dubois,
but Weill.

They weren't married.
- But their daughter's name is Manon Weill.

They broke up when the kid came?

And Rebecca didn't want
the father to recognize the girl.

If that's not a grudge, then what is?

Okay, come on.
- Uh, no!

You have no alibi for your partner's m*rder.

I was at home with my daughter.

And Tuesday morning, the day of
Pauline Garcia's death?

Also.
- No witness either?

Did you know that Sylvain was
cheating on you?

What? Not at all!
MORGANE: Stop.

- I swear!

- You lie even worse
than my 10-year-old son!

What did you find? A hair?
Perfume? A text?

No idea what you're talking about.
- Panties. Right? How about panties?

An earring.
- Of course!

He loved that car. I found an earring
under the passenger seat.

ADAM: What did he say?
- That it was nothing,

and not for the first time.
It was one time too many.

I was extremely pregnant, I didn't want
to close my eyes anymore, and I left him.

Yet you got back together.
- A few months after Manon's birth.

He did his best.
- But it was stronger than you:

The jealousy, the fear of repetition,
and then you sent him this card.

No, I've never seen that card.
Or this girl either, I told you!

Why do you think it's me?

Why'd he trade his beloved Mustang
for a shitty car? Starting a taxi?

It's not sold. It's in the shed.

Has it been here long?
- Yes, It's been broken down for a while.

The repairs were too expensive.

And the windshield, how did that happen?
- I don't know.

- You don't know?

MOTOR TURNS OVER

Hey! It seems to be working pretty good.

What? Sylvain said he wouldn't start.

Would you close the door, please?
I need it dark.

Morgane, turn it off please.

(Well?)

Blood traces.

(Just like in a movie!)

Okay...

Sylvain and Pauline
meet at the wedding,

Uh-huh...and they leave
in the Mustang.

Alcohol, they
make out, "boom,"
they hit somebody.

But he's about to be a father, and
she dreams of an Olympic medal.

They go back to
their normal lives.

Yeah, well it didn't seem to affect him,
but Pauline has been a wreck from then on.

A year later they both get a postcard,

for an appointment
they both go to a year later.

Well? What are
your conclusions?

Hey, you have to give me time to process.

The wheels are turning, you know.
What do you think?

Will you drop
me downtown?

I've got an
appointment.

Of course, I'd enjoy it.

MORGANE: Thanks.

Say, Karadec, do you intend to sulk for a
long time over this off-book investigation?

Remember, I didn't force you.
You consented and you enjoyed it!

Uh...

TEACHER: Eliott is... well,
a special student.

He wants everything explained and
has trouble concentrating.

He must have been
talking about mummies!

Mummies, and volcanoes,
Leonardo da Vinci...

Right, he's curious.
That's beautiful isn't it?

Certainly, but I have 26 students.

His disruptive questions
interrupt the lessons.

He has an attention problem.
I say this for his sake.

Could you be unable to answer
his questions? It's just a question.

Well, we understand your concern
and will speak to Eliott,

so that he sticks to the program.

- I urge cognitive research.

You don't help him by
pretending he's normal.

NORMAL?
NORMAL?

Wait. Are you normal?

Well, after 11:00 my back always itches.

And I'm afraid of chickens.
Are you normal?

I sometimes drive on when the fuel light
is on, to see when it runs out.

Yeah, that's not really normal.

And you? Are you normal?

You were great.
You almost remained calm.

No, you were great. You almost
got angry. Special.

Are you sure?
- Over there. That's an exit.

Locked.

So? What have you found? Traces of
a collision at the abbey?

Nothing for the moment.

I called all hospitals. No deaths
or injuries that night.

GILLES: Same story for
ambulance and fire brigade.

Are you sure?
- Maybe the body was found later.

Continue searching until a week
after the wedding.

I have something.
- What do you have?

Two days after the wedding.
Cyclist in a ravine along the D106.

She was admitted to the ICU of
Lille University Hospital

ADAM: Okay. Multiple fractures,
dehydration, bike damaged.

Did she survive?
- Yes, with severe disabilities.

She's blind.

Thanks for coming in, Emily.
- You're welcome.

You were not born blind.

No, I was in an accident last year.

Three weeks in coma, multiple fractures,
and damaged optic nerve.

When you came out of the coma, you stated
you hadn't seen the car that hit you.

That's right. The car came from behind.

Your colleagues...

never found who did this to me.

We think we know who it was.

A Sylvain Dubois.
Do you know him?

- Um, no.

He was in the car with Pauline Garcia.
What about her?

You must. It was you who found her
3 days ago hit by a car.

I don't understand.

I have nothing to do with that.

ADAM: Sylvain was also k*lled
with his own car.

And you think I k*lled them?
Can you see me driving?

Emily is right. That's impossible.

Or she had an accomplice.
Someone else k*lled for her.

DAPHNE: Or someone wanted
to avenge her without her knowing.

Wait Morgane, what are you doing?
You can't go in there right-

You were the jogger who ran
into Pauline to get her keys.

Alvaro-
- Wait.

You're joking, now I'm a jogger too?

Commander, am I under arrest?
- No.

Then we're done. I'm going.
Gatsby?

I saw a documentary about
those dogs the other day.

They learn to touch the leg or
hand before leaving.

Thus the blind, or the visually
impaired, knows where the dog is.

And obviously Gatsby didn't.

Because he knows his mistress isn't blind.

Mask off!

That was a bit of a shock yesterday,
that you had to go to the police again.

So you had to improvise, and
came up with that jogger for us.

I must say, you were brilliant.

Hats off. You saw Gilles with
his earbuds, and-- boom:

He was listening to
music with headphones.

You saw a rock flyer and-- boom again.

Rock, I believe.
- And you kept going.

Coke can in the trash, boom again.

Maybe he was carrying a soda-

Oh no, guys, we've got Keyser Söze!

Sit down.

When did you regain your sight?

Six months ago.

Little by little.

And you prepared this for
six months. As revenge.

How did you know who they were?
- They got out of the car.

I was lying in the ditch and couldn't move.

I couldn't see or feel anything anymore.

But I did hear them.

The first thing that guy said was:

"f*ck, my Mustang."

She scolded him, they argued,
because of their friends' wedding.

And then they drove off.

And left me for dead.

Mr. Prosecutor, I don't have
enough data yet.

A witness saw your commander sh**t.

You know what that means.
- Of course.

So?

I'll tell Karadec you're calling in
the Inspector General.

Do it quickly.
- Yes, tomorrow.

Good evening, Commissioner.
- Goodbye, Mr. Prosecutor.

(sh*t.)

Actually it was my first time in a plane,

so you see it was a
big leap for me and an adventure.

My friends got me drunk,
that's how scared I was.

So I arrived half drunk and immediately
got on a donkey the first day.

With the mountain on the left and
the abyss on the right, on a narrow path,

with a hangover from
the flight and a guide

who didn't speak
a word of English....

What?
- Do you know South America at all?

Laurine...

I find you... great!

Really. Uh...

But I have to leave.

I'm very sorry.

MORGANE: Karadec?

Oh no, not another m*rder?
It's Friday night!

No, not a m*rder. I just wanted
to talk to you.

ELIOTT YELLING

Yes, I'm coming!

Be quick then, because I'm
in the middle of family role playing.

We're in Grundur's cave with
a whopper of a demon.

I just wanted to say...

LUDO: Shall I deploy the helium sphere?
- Yes, of course!

Okay. Oh, hi, Karadec. Everything good?
- No, wait!

No, you use that helium ball in
extreme need. Use the Invisibility Cloak.

That works. The Invisibility Cloak!

Yeah, so?

You left it in the car.

Well... thank you.

You're welcome. Have fun.
See you Monday.

- You got all dressed up!

Me?

Goodbye!
- Goodbye.

Are you ready?