04x08 - Ultraviolet

[bunniefuu]

DECKER: He's not breathing anymore!

Hurry, please! Hurry!

- All right, remain calm.
We're sending help.

- Quick!

REPLACES PHONE

PIGEON COOING

MORGANE: Pigeon!

Where are you?

COOS

. . .
TIMOTHÉE: Morgane?

What are you doing?

- I'm looking for my pigeon,
I haven't seen him for a week!

. . .

- Oh my, here... Hey hey...

I guess mom is overwhelmed
by the baby's arrival.

But everything is fine,
dad is here.

So we do what Adela the midwife said—

. . .
- Shh, shh shh shh shh!

—we breathe.

. . .
Breathe— no, we breathe...

We sit down...
- No, it's fine!

- Yes, let's sit down.
- You're really annoying!

- And we relax,

by checking the checklist.

- Oh no- not the checklist!
HE TUTS

The inventory. It's fine.

Your suitcase; also...
Check routes

. . .
A, B and C to the maternity ward.

You see? Everything's ready.
MOBILE RINGS

Oh- down...
. . .

Okay, I have an apartment
viewing down the street, but

don't worry, I'll be back
in 30 minutes maximum.

Think about first names while you wait?

Here. Compare lists when I get back?
- (Okay.)

- (See you in a bit.) KISS
- In a bit.

- Dad's coming back! Mmmm.

- Why are you sulking?

I open the paternity test
or I don't open it, so?

COOS

CALLING

DAPHNÉ: Hello?
- Daphné, it’s Morgane.

I'm calling you about my pigeon.
I haven't seen him in a week

so I'm starting to get stressed out.
- Yeah, Morgane, I can't talk,

I'm on the line with the commander,
who just arrived at a crime scene.

I'l call you back, okay?
- Wait, there's a crime scene

and I'm not aware of it?
DISCONNECT

Hello?
DISCONNECT

Oh jeez!

HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

ADAM: I'm sorry about your partner.
Were you close?

- Yes. Raphaël and I...

We met during our
ophthalmology internship.

Then we set up
this clinic together.

I haven't told his wife yet,
I don't know how to tell her.

ADAM: We'll take care of it, don't worry.
- (Thank you.)

- When was the last time
you saw Dr Raphaël Guillot?

- Last night around 8 pm. We finished
operating on a patient a little late,

and then I left to deal
with an... urgent problem.

- Problem? What kind of problem?

- Typos in an article we co-wrote
for the French Ophthalmology Review.

One of their employees
brought it last night,

to proofread, and some of
the captions were wrong.

As it was going to print this morning,

I integrated the corrections
with their designer

while Raphaël finished
the surgical report here.

- OK, so you spent part of the night
editing with these magazine people?

- Yes, until around midnight.

I can find their contact
details for you if you want.

- I would. A colleague
will take notes. Vincent?

I'll leave you with him?
Thank you.

ADAM: So, doctor?

BENZAOUI: Commander, the victim
was strangled with an electrical cable.

VINCENT: Hello sir.
- Hello.

Can I get your ID please?
- ((Of course.))

- I'd say the m*rder happened
last night before 10 pm.

GILLES: After 8:02 pm, since

the victim posted this
on social media at that time.

ADAM: That's the article
his partner just told me about.

He left right after to meet
an employee of the magazine,

to make corrections-
GILLES: Mmm.

- ...the k*ller could
have entered at that time.

MORGANE: OK, so you
actually have a mental age of 2.

- Morgane?
- What are you doing here?

- What am I doing here? I'm coming to work!

You're blacklisting me from
crime scenes now? Seriously?

- Not at all, Morgane.
- Okay Karadec,

I know you wanted to be the
godfather- godfather of this child.

(And that would
have made me happy!)

Now, I told you there were
several candidates, did I say that

or didn't I? So I'm
sorry if I hurt you again,

but kicking me out of
crime scenes because you're upset?

That's petty, that's mean, that’s crap!

Okay?
- Morgane, you're on maternity leave.

- sh*t...
NERVOUS LAUGH

Oh, well... OK, uh...

- Yes, it's the 12th. The
leave starts today.

- Yes, yes, absolutely. Uh, well...
. . .

My mistake!

- I wouldn't have minded being
the godfather, but I'll get over it.

Rest assured.

- (Okay.)

- Uh, so... Take care
of yourself, Morgane.

We'll see you in four months?

Okay...
- Okay.

- ((Yes, still...))

MUMBLES

Okay! Well, SHAKY LAUGH
I'm going home!

That's what I'm going
to do! "Ciao," good luck!

- Bye!
- Goodbye, Morgane!

- She didn't offer you godfather?
She's starting to annoy me!

GILLES: You too?
BENZAOUI: I'll say.

- Hey... Is it normal to have a
camera in the aquarium?

- Well, no.

MORGANE:
There you go, it all explains itself.

And the fish, look.

They're all at the surface and
their gills are going 200 an hour.

Typical of a nitrate spike.

- A what spike?

- A nitrate spike, catch up Gilles.

The stuff polluting the soil in Brittany.
- ((Huh?))

Fine, the short version:
Dory, Nemo, and their friends

spend their days sh1tting in their jar.

And their poop turns into

nitrate, a super-toxic molecule.

To prevent them
from being poisoned,

we put bacteria in the
filter that cleans the water.

Except the bacteria in question
cannot tolerate chlorine.

So if we introduce some to
the aquarium, for example, in tap water

after emptying it to stick a
suction cup in it.

Well, they croak and the poop
accumulates, hence the nitrate peak.

And that screws up the fish
who are in trouble.

- It's 'nitrite.'

Excuse me, but you've
been saying 'nitrate peak.'

But the molecules you're
talking about are 'nitrites.'

- Well, well, well.

I didn't know we had a
Nobel Prize in Chemistry with us.

Nitrates and nitrites
are exactly the same thing, OK?

- Not quite. In fact, nitrites have one less
oxygen atom, they're much more toxic.

Moreover, if the Breton coast
had been polluted by nitrites

and not nitrates,

as you implied earlier, marine fauna
would have disappeared long ago.

BUBBLE POPS

BENZAOUI: He's right. It's
definitely 'nitrite spike' on the internet.

- Yes, there's a number-

- No, don't worry,

many people make the mistake.

- Morgane, give me that please,

we'll check what's in it, huh?

GILLES: We'll see.

- Yeah, we'll see, right?

POPS

- We found a hidden camera
in your husband's office.

The SD card is full, the
m*rder couldn't be recorded.

ÉMILIE: I own 15% of the clinic.
I install the hardware I want.

- Legally, no.

Filming your spouse
without their knowledge

is punishable by 2 years in prison.

But it's not your camera
that interests us, but what's in it.

Your husband was cheating
on you with prostit*tes.

You had suspicions, right?
Your fears were confirmed-

- Pardon?
LAUGHS

You think I k*lled him
because of his chicks?

She's Crystal.

He sees her every Tuesday.

Ashley loves to scratch his back,

So he avoids undressing

in front of me afterwards.

Nicky, I was the one
who introduced him to her,

when I still agreed to threesomes.

- You're definitely well informed.
ÉMILIE: But not particularly jealous,

if that's what you're getting at.

I didn't record Raphaël to
prevent him from cheating on me.

I just wanted to understand
who was scamming him.

- Scamming? How so?

- A month ago he withdrew €30,000

from one of our life insurance
policies behind my back.

I decided to keep an eye on him.

That's how I caught him giving
that money to one of his escorts

I guess she was blackmailing him.

Well, if you want my opinion,
it's her you should question.

- Can you prove what you're saying?
- Of course.

It's from the camera I hid in his car.

DAPHNÉ: Her face isn't visible,

but I managed to sharpen her wrist tattoo,

we should be able to identify her.

MORGANE: Aaaah! There you go—

—'Nitrates in cold cuts are not very toxic,

but the microbiota in our mouth
transforms them into nitrite.'

There you go, I was right,
it's the same thing.

- Well no, not really.
MORGANE: Gilles,

it's exactly the same thing, all right?

I did popularize it,

I thought I had to keep it short.

Now if I have to go into
details, I can go into details,

But if everyone starts to quibble
we're not done here, okay?

- Okay, so if this
woman is an escort,

did the victim meet her
on the same site as the others?

Would you please check please?

- No, sorry, but I find guys
who talk about nonsense

when we didn't ask them
anything, I find that suspicious.

- Morgane, what
are you doing here?

- Oh! You're in luck.

Imagine that we have an extremely
pretentious m*rder*r on the loose.

If we don't arrest him
quickly, he'll gain confidence.

- A m*rder*r?

- You're letting her investigate on maternity leave?

- Not deliberately.

- Morgane is carrying on
because of nitrates and nitrites.

But the suspect spent the evening
at the French Ophthalmology Bulletin,

three witnesses confirm!
- Very good, perfect. So it's not him.

Morgane, go home.

You, come to my office and
give me a point-by-point. Let's go!

GILLES: Three, Morgane.

- Three is weird, Gilles.
- Three.

MORGANE: Who has three witnesses?

Here, can you display this
in your neighborhood please?

- What is it?
- A wanted poster for my pigeon,

I haven't seen him for over a week.

With the number of cats in my
neighborhood, I'm starting to worry.

- He's not there anymore?
- No.

- Morgane, that’s great!

I'm so proud of you!

- Hold on. Why 'proud'?
- 'Cause he hasn't disappeared, Morgane,

he finished his work! It means
you're becoming a good person!

You've come so far!

- Wait, you mean he's- he's gone?

Just like that?
I mean, without saying goodbye?

After everything we've been through?
There could still be more, I don't know-

- Ssh, Morgane, you no longer need a guide.

Now you can fly with your own wings!

- You have nothing to lose by waiting.

Okay, I'm going to fly.

(So I don't need this anymore.)

- On the other hand, this isn't the trash!

WINGS BEATING

PIGEON COOS

. . .

WINGS BEATING

KNOCKING, DOOR OPENS
- Dr Decker?

- Yes, Beatrice?

- I have an emergency for you at reception.
- Ah.

- Oh! Thanks for meeting me, huh?
- No problem.

- I tried to make an appointment
online, it never works.

I thought, 'well, this is an opportunity
to get to know each other.'

- Well, let's see.

- Her name is Olivia.

The tattoo isn't very clear in the photo,

but that could well be our suspect.

I pretended to be a customer, she agreed to

see me tonight at 7 at the Lotus Bar.

Boom!

- Okay, great job, Gilles.
- LAUGHING Thanks!

- I'll clear the operation with Céline.
- Absolutely.

- ('Reply...')

LAUGHTER

. . .

- So... uh, yes, "focus, focus"!

- "Focus, focus."

- What are you doing?

- Afida and I counted the votes,

the baby's father contest.
- Yeah, yeah.

- For now, 14 votes for Timothée,

If I take my 20% costs, that's...

€30 per winner. Not bad?

- 20% costs— babe!
- You're the babe!

- You're actually getting along really well.

- Why wouldn't we get along?
- Because we're two chicks

we have to pull each other's hair?
Go on with your old clichés.

- Ah...!
:

- Uh- no!
:

Shall we have lunch together?
- Of course we'll have lunch together!

- I love her!

- (Serious!)
- She's incredible!

SPUTTERS
- Very!

- Are you okay?
You're a little...

- No, but it,

it moves me to see
you two get along so well.

- Yes, sorry, excuse me, do
you mind giving me my €30 now?

I maxed out my credit card.
- Of course!

- (Yeah, perfect.)
- Oh, but you lost.

- What do you mean I 'lost'?
I bet on Timothée.

- Yes, but the father is Timothée,
T-H-E-E, and you put T-H-E.

- Wait, is this a joke?
- Ah.....! The ticket isn't valid, so-

- Close enough! I can't help if
he signs his name like a princess!

- Yeah, that's how it is. Listen, it
doesn't matter, we'll get together later.

- We'll get together later, yeah.

- She's funny, huh?
- Mmm.

- I think we're on the way
to a beautiful friendship.

- Mm-hmm.

Yes...
ADAM: Gilles? It's fine.

Tech is coming, we'll equip you.
- Yes, I'll be right there, Commander.

- Okay.

Anyway, she's right, it doesn't matter-

- Rules are rules, Gilles, you know that.
- Yeah...

It's the police here!

I'm really sorry to come and disturb
you in the middle of your mourning.

- Stay still, or I can't work.
- Yes, sorry. Ooookay!

So has it been 25 years
since you became partners?

- ((Still.))
- Yes.

Oh my, you must have experienced
some things, huh? Joys, sorrows,

rivalries. Right?

- Yes.

Raphaël and I complemented each other.

- Mmm. Seemed like
he got around a bit, huh?

According to his wife, he
was screwing a lot of chicks.

Yours, maybe? No?

- It's unlikely, I'm not married.

- Wooo!

"Roller coaster"!
Fasten your seat belts!

Fine.

POPS GUM

DECKER: There.

Your eye pressure is perfectly normal.

You can go.
- No, wait, because

since this morning I've
been seeing very blurry.

I'd rather you checked.

Since I'm here.

- No problem. Have a seat.

Can you read the 4th line

with your left eye covered?

So...

A, L, I, B, I.

'Alibi,' right?

- Not quite.

- Oh. Well, you see,
speaking of alibis,

yours is really good, huh?
FAKE GASP

How lucky that you had
to go and correct that article

right at the time of your
partner's death, huh? Ha ha!

Otherwise you'd have had to answer

a whole bunch of questions
about your schedule, like:

'Who was at the clinic at
the time of your departure?'

- My assistant Béatrice
and the magazine's layout artist.

The fourth line from the top.

- So... E, X, A, T, Z, H, K—

—what time did you say
goodbye to your partner?

- 8:03 pm. The one above?

- E, X, A, T, Z—

—what time did you come
back to the clinic to whack him?

- I'm really sorry, but I don't
see any symptoms of glaucoma.

- Phew!
- Just a little tired,

and lots of imagination.
- I have no imagination!

You too, huh? Why, I think
we both look a bit alike, no?

- I don't see what you're talking about.

Just for the sake of conscience:

This line?

- So... Y, O, E,
L, K, S, F, D, A.

DECKER: Oh, almost perfect.

The last letter is an I.
Like nitrite, you know?

HUFFS

- (Huh.)

(Huh!)

FUNKY MUSIC

. . .

ADAM: This suit suits you.

. . .

Are you in place?

GILLES: Uh-huh.

There are two doors
and an emergency exit.

Did you read me?
- 5 by 5.

Excuse me, I would like
a bourbon without ice, please.

- Okay. The escort will be here soon.

You make sure she’s the
right person, and we'll take her in.

RADIO INTERFERENCE

What's that noise?

- Damn, my phone must be jamming it.

MOBILE VIBRATES

. . .

Oh no, Afida.

Afida, my love?

AFIDA: Yeah, your friend
will have to calm down,

I still haven't got my money.
- I'm on an assignment.

It's just a little misunderstanding,
It'll be sorted out.

INTERFERENCE
Wait 2 seconds, I have a another call.

- Gilles, what's going on,
what are you doing?

- Uh, a small technical problem with
Daphné that I need to resolve.

Thank you so much. Thanks.

Daphné, did you get my messages?
- Oh my, yes.

I'm sorry, I didn't know she was dyslexic,

I must have upset the poor thing.
- Yes, great.

You'll be able to give her her €30?

- Well, no, because those are the rules.

- Gilles, make it short.

- On the other hand, I sent
her all kinds of newsletters

on language disorders,
so she'll feel less isolated.

- Gilles, are you crazy?

- You didn't, Daphné, no!

- Oh don't worry Gilles,
it was a pleasure, huh?

Did you know that
80% of dyslexics...

- Morgane, are you okay?

Can I call you back?
Now's not a good time.

- Karadec, it was the partner who did it.

- The partner?

Are you investigating there?

- It's him, I tell you!
My pigeon sh*t on his car!

- Your what?

Your pigeon?
- Yes, my pigeon!

- Do you know if she's dyspraxic or
dyscalculic? They often go together.

I saw her counting the
votes, it wasn't easy.

What I'll do is find her some
little newsletters on this subject too.

- No no, really, don't
send her anything!

- I'll take care of it.

Hello? Daphné? Ahem-
LINE DISCONNECTS

MOOD MUSIC

GILLES: (Oh no, no-)

OLIVIA: Good evening! Gilles?
- Good evening?

Oh, yes, that's me, yes.

- Olivia.

- Delighted.

- Can I sit down?
- Please. I only need 2 seconds...

- Are you kidding me here?
You know what she wants to send me?

- (Wh- wh- what? What?)

- Gilles, is this not a good time?

GILLES: Yes-

oh! No no no, not at all, I just... I-

Daphné always sends
very strange emails.

I spoke to her, and, um, well,
she's going to give you back

your €30, and she said she's sorry.

- Oh yes, she's sorry.

- Ha.
- I'm going to powder my nose,

do you mind?
- Oh, no no...

- This is over whether
she apologizes or not.

- All right, so you found some
droppings on Dr Decker's car.

- But don't you understand? - No ma'am.

My karmic messenger didn't
disappear, he changed clients!

My pigeon is going after this guy because
he has even worse karma than me.

- Stop, Morgane!

I know you're convinced that you're
the only one able to solve this case.

But remember, there are very
competent people on this, all right?

So just let us handle it, thanks.

- Huh? Hello?

AFIDA: Know what?
I just hope for her that

she doesn't go out
on her bike tonight,

'cause she may have some tire
problems, disrespecting me like that.

- No no, wait, don't sabotage her bike,
doing that is super dangerous.

Afi'?
DISCONNECT TONES

- Gilles?
- Huh?

- Where is the escort?
- She went to powder her nose. GASPS

SIGHS

TIMOTHÉE:
The crib looks good there.

Have you thought about the "mobile"?*
* MOBILE-MOTIVE PUN

- Only that. I turn the thing
* MOBILE-MOTIVE PUN

in all directions but it doesn't hold.

- Yes, the hanger isn't secure.

Have you decided
on the stuffed animal?

My cousins ​​gave us

a koala, a whale, and a wallaby...

- 'The alibi.' The alibi
doesn't speak to me.

The guy supposedly spent
the evening with three witnesses.

So when did he k*ll the partner?

- Er, what are you talking about?

- The same thing as you! The crib,

the mobile, the wallaby...

- (Listen to me.)

I know you're anxious
about these stories of childbirth,

and that's normal, with the risk

of pre-eclampsia greatly
increased in late pregnancies, but—

—so you project your
anxiety onto this case.

If you were to move on the list of
first names, It will change your thinking.

- Yeah- no, I admit I didn't have the time.

- (Phew.) Okay.

I can read you mine if you
want, to help you get started.

- Yes, great!

- These- these are really early ideas, but...

Ahem.
I wrote...

Artus.

Eloi.

Grishka, like my great-uncle-
- Yeah, the Bogdanovs, yes,

I thought so too. But if he had a twin,

it would definitely be in his
family record book. That's not it.

Yes, pardon. Continue.

- Okay. Uh...

Others, more classic: I like Grégoire.

Amaury, Léon.

Uh...
- Wait.

Did you say Léon?
- Yeah. Do you like it too?

MUFFLED SHOT

- Oh, yeah... Seriously!

A hitman! That's the explanation!

- Morgane, you weren't
supposed to work on the case.

- Well I'm not working,
I'm just helping out.

Believe me, given your deluded
obsession with the 'escort lead,'

you need it!

Because it's not a chick
we're looking for, it's a hitman.

- Hitman? What hitman?
- Well, the one parked

in front of the clinic
the day of the m*rder.

Picture this: when I went back yesterday,

I spotted 18 cigarette butts

of the same brand,
right next to a parking space.

Knowing that it takes
an average of six minutes

to smoke a cigarette, that means

there's a guy who spent over 2 hours

parked in front of the clinic.

ADAM: Okay, let's say a guy
parked in front of the clinic for 2 hours,

explain how we identify him.

- Thanks to his gray card.
* CAR REGISTRATION

Because figure this: Near the clinic
* CAR REGISTRATION

you pay for parking online by
entering your registration number.

- Yes.
- And what did I do?

I called the city pretending to be you,

and they gave me the
contact details of the hitman

hired by Doctor Know-it-all.

He would be a certain...

Sacha Bartoli, residing
at 19 rue de Saules.

BUZZER

- Are we at the hitman's house?
- Yeah.

- You should've said so first!
- 'Get your g*n out,

he might be dangerous.'

- Hello, big guy.
Are your parents there?

OLIVIA:
Zac! What did I say about the door?

Good morning.
- Good morning. Sacha Bartoli?

- Yes.
- Lille PJ,

nice to see you again.

'Deluded obsession'?
- OK, all right, let’s go.

- May we?
- Uh-

MORGANE: Yes, may we? Pardon...

OLIVIA IS NOW SACHA

SACHA: Are you the one who tried to
catch me at the Lotus Bar yesterday?

- Yes.

Believe me, you didn't help
your situation by running off.

SACHA: I have nothing to feel sorry for.

I didn't know your colleague was a cop.

I see his g*n, of course I-

fear for my life!
ADAM: I see.

And you have nothing to do with
the m*rder of Dr Raphaël Guillot?

- I don't know who this man is.

- Amazing, because,

we have a video of you
in his car, threatening him.

Go ahead, keep lying,
make your situation worse.

- (Hey! Psst! Hey, psst!)

(Tell me, uh,
does your mother smoke?)

(And you wouldn't know a hitman?)

(No?)

(Okay.)

Wait, you're the one who did this?

- Yes.
- Holy cow!

It's awesome!
ADAM: Is that you here?

MORGANE: You're super-talented!
- In this video,

the victim gives you €30,000.

So I guess he's not simply a customer.

- This is charming, huh?

- What's your link with him?
Why this money?

ADAM: Zac, would you please
go play for 5 minutes in your room?

- Go ahead, darling.

- Is your son the link?

Is the money for him?

Is he his son?

MORGANE: No, he's not his son.

He's his patient.

Zac was operated on by Dr Horny Bunny.

Am I wrong? Well, 'operated.'

I'd say more like butchering.
He ruined his eyes, right?

Go ahead and tell him, it'll save time.

Okay, I'll take care of it!

Do you see these sunflowers?
Do we agree they're very well done?

The proportions! Frankly,
your son draws really well.

Except, there's a bug.

These kinds of blue halos
aren't right. Yeah, all right?

A real sunflower has no blue.

MORGANE LAUGHS, HE MURMURS
Except— yes!

Only we don't see them.

Okay, okay: You are aware that in nature,

there are a whole bunch
of colors that we cannot see.

They are called infrared, or ultraviolet.

For example, insects
have eyes that see them.

Ultraviolet rays are very good!

And besides, that's
how flowers attract them,

by putting some on their petals.

So, with our eyes,
where we see a poor daisy,

or a moldy sunflower,

well, Maya the bee, she sees—

(This!)

BUZZING

. . .

Karadec, does this remind
you of the LSD party?

Huh? Yes...

Okay, okay... Well, all that to say that

these blue halos, it's ultraviolet.

Unlike the rest of humans,
your son sees them.

- He sees ultraviolet?
How is that possible?

- Because he was
badly operated on.

In the human eye, there is

something that filters
ultraviolet. It's called-

FILM CLIP: The crystalline lens.

- So, in people whose
lens has been damaged,

they can see ultraviolet light.

Like Monet!

((Hello!))

Claude Monet was operated
on in 1923 for cataracts,

The operation failed, right?
And it f*cked up his lens!

BREAKING GLASS

The result? These last paintings. Look:

The water lilies area a weird
blue because he saw the UV.

And in fact, your son,
the same thing happened.

In the more or less long
term, he will become blind.

- Can someone watch your son?

We will continue this
conversation at the PJ.

SHE SIGHS

- I'm listening.
- It's...

A fellow escort introduced me to Dr Guillot.
- Mm-hmm.

Actually, I'd noticed Zac had
been cross-eyed for a few months.

One of her clients, an eye
surgeon, could give me a price.

- You asked Dr Guillot to
operate on your son, right?

- Yes, right.

- And then?

- Then nothing.

According to him, everything went well.

Except that a few weeks
later Zac's teacher told me

he could longer read the board.
So I saw another specialist,

he said his eye was very damaged

and there was a risk he could become blind.

- So Dr Guillot really
messed up his operation.

- Oh, he messed up, yes.

- That's why he gave you
that money, to compensate you.

- Compensate me?

No, he guy wanted to cover himself.

He said since I was a wh*re, he
could buy anything,even my son's health.

I threw his money in his face.

He, he changed his tone.

That scumbag took
screenshots of my escort profile,

he told me if I filed a complaint, he
would give the photos to my son's school.

I took the money, and I left.

I didn't see him again.

- You definitely have a complicated
relationship with the truth.

A parking ticket.

It says your vehicle was parked in
front of the clinic the night of the m*rder.

How do you explain this,
if you never saw him again?

WHEELS ON FLOOR

. . .

- Jeez, I don't understand.

7:45 pm,

the two surgeons finish operating
on their patient in the OR, okay.

7:48 pm,

their assistant sees Dr Horny
Bunny return to his office.

7:50 pm,

the guy from the magazine
shows up with his article.

There, our suspect

takes him to Dr Hot Bunny's office,

and they take photos of themselves.

8:03 pm,

Dr I-know-everything-but I won't-brag

stays with the magazine guy until midnight.

So when did he k*ll him?

I'm missing something.

Do you have an idea? Léon?

Léon? Lee-onnn?

- Morgane, what have you done?

- Well, we're playing!

- But it's a body, isn't it?

Did you take the N?

MUMBLING

The trim! We'll choose
the color of the trim! So...

. . .

There's this pastel blue which is good.

Or there's this apple green I really like-

- Henri wants something downstairs.
- No Thea, we're busy, please?

I don't-
- How come? What does he want?

THEA: Is it Léo, not Léon?

That's bad, 'Léon' was hot.

- It was my great-grandfather's name!

- Well!

TIMOTHÉE: He died in the trenches!

- Oh, Henri!
- Oh, Morgane, hello.

- So you're in luck,
I was just about to call you

about the March rent—
—(and April, by the way...)

- Oh! Yes, yes. No, well...

We'll see about that later.
- Okay...

- No, don't you bother,
I'm just taking a few things!

That... and then that. Yeah.

- Henri, are you going on a trip?
- No, uh... yes,

I'm going to a
crayfish fishing competition.

Um... in Rotterdam.

It's mom! GIGGLES
MORGANE: Oh.

THEA: To Rotterdam?

With your mother's portrait?

- Yes... well, children...

Come here. I'll say goodbye...

Take good care of your mother.

Dear friend: Take care of yourself.

- Weird.
- Very weird.

- Mega-weird.

- Morgane, the trim!
Blue or green?

SCOFFING SIGH

. . .

BEATRICE: Yes, she's Zac's mom.
- Mm-hmm.

- It's thought her vehicle was parked
near the clinic on the day of the m*rder.

Would you have
seen her when leaving?

- Doctor, just one last question-

- Ms Alvaro, what else can I do for you?

Glaucoma in the other eye, perhaps?
- Nooo!

- The magenta, is that you?
ADAM: Morgane, what are you doing?

Morgane, will you leave him
alone please? That's enough-

- Hold on, I'm going to show
you something, I think you'll like it.

Excuse me, Bea.

Oh, impeccable, really!
So, this is the clinic schedule.

OK, OK, each doctor, each nurse,

has a color associated with them, OK?

You're blue,

the dead one is red, Bea is green, OK?

But if I go back to the
date of little Zac's operation,

Look what shows up: magenta.

Who's magenta, huh?

- Nobody. Maybe it's a mistake.

MOCKING
- 'Mi mi mi maybe it's a mistake.'

LAUGHS

- Except that magenta is not a
lambda color, it's a non-spectral color—

—it doesn't exist.

Our temporal lobe makes it

when we see red and
pure blue at the same time.

And that our two
ophthalmologists, couldn't... uh...

couldn't not know.
- Are you all right Morgane?

- Are you all right?
- No, I'm fine, I'm fine.

So where was I?

Magenta— yes, that's it.
Magenta, the color of lies.

That's why you chose it, as a code,

you and your partner,
when you traded operations.

Because it wasn't Guillot
who f*cked up Zac's eyes,

it was you! And that's his motive!

Oh yeah.

- Is what she said true?
- Not quite.

Technically, it's the occipital
lobe that manages

vision in the brain, not the temporal lobe.

As for the rest, she's right.

- Is he serious?

- Raphaël was a
pathological womanizer,

SHE GROANS
his wife knew it.

- Go to the maternity ward.
- Shh!

DECKER: He kept up appearances.

His concept of ​​respect
between spouses, I guess.

- You performed certain
operations in his place,

to cover up his infidelities.

- Sometimes we made
arrangements between us, yes.

- Mm-hmm.

- It had always been without
consequences, but this time,

with me being tired, I slipped.

- Tired?

- Yes.

- We found this at your house.

Dyskinedopa.

A drug for Parkinson's disease.

You'e been secretly
self-prescribing it since 2022.

You're ill, doctor.

You hide it so you
can continue to practice.

- I'm serious. At this stage,
uterine pain is not trivial.

- Gilles, unlike you I've already
given birth 3 times, all right?

I can tell a contraction
from a stomach ache.

This is the midday kebab
that hasn't moved.

Shh! - This is early in the illness.

At this stage, medications
stop 99% of tremors.

That day,

my hand started shaking
in the middle of the operation.

I wanted to believe that
I had avoided the worst.

But I knew that wasn't the case

when Raphaël told me
about the mother's complaint.

- That's when you told your
partner about your illness?

- Yes.
- And Raphaël, to thank you

for covering for him, wanted to
report you to the Medical Association,

so you decided to get rid of him.

- Boom! Boom!

- You're on the wrong track.

The mistake about
Zac was a shock to me.

I decided to report myself
to the Medical Association council.

The evening of Raphaël's death,

I was in the editorial office of
the French Bulletin of Ophthalmology.

How could I have k*lled him?

- Indeed, it's impossible.
Absent outside intervention.

These are your phone records.

You called this number.

A few hours later,
the phone with that number

was located right next to the clinic.

It was at the time of the m*rder.

A check shows the number
belongs to this individual,

convicted multiple times

for extortion with violence.

Do you know what I think, Doctor?

You hired this guy
to do the dirty work.

While you were building a perfect alibi,

he was getting rid of your partner.

ULULATES
- Shh!

- I actually called this guy, it's true.

But he's not a hitman.

He's the child's father.

- Huh?

- Zac's father?
- Yes.

- He accompanied him
on the day of the operation.

When I realized what I had done
I wanted to ask him for forgiveness.

He was so mad at the other end,

I didn't dare tell him it
was me and not Raphaël

who had mutilated his child.

Do you think he k*lled
him because of me?

GROANS

- I...
- GASPS Oooh!

- Well, the suspect's name
is Yohann Marouani.

He never recognized Zac, but
according to relatives he's the father.

And we know that he regularly
uses the mother Olivia's vehicle.

- He's tough, that doc. Hats off to him.

CELINE: I heard you released Dr Decker...?
MORGANE: Hmmph.

- Oh no, no! Morgane, what
are you still doing there?

- Morgane's not here to work,
she's here because

we're doing her "Baby Shower."
Happy "Baby Shower," Morgane!

- She's having 40-second contractions
every 4 minutes, she should go home.

- No Gilles, stop it! I told you,
it's the midday kebab!

Well anyway, that's not the question.

Focus! Our doctor framed an
innocent man, we have to find the flaw.

- Morgane, that’s enough. All right?

Your suspect has an alibi. Uh-!

Even if he knows more about
sulfate than you, he's not the culprit!

Now go home before your
water breaks in my "open space"!

Let's go!

- Anyway, eh, I guess
we nearly did an injustice.

'Police everywhere, justice nowhere!'
- That's right. Fine.

- The new suspect.

We can't locate his
accommodation at the moment,

but his schedule on the
night of the m*rder is unclear.

- Hmm.

- We can't be certain if it's blurry.

So you'll issue a wanted notice.

Is he on file?
- Yes, for extortion with violence.

MORGANE: Oh, well, it's pretty.

- Oh, and Morgane, I don't want to see
you again before maternity leave ends!

Well, there you go!
That's good, let's continue.

DOORCAM ALERT

BIP

MORGANE: Doctor, excuse
me for disturbing you,

it's just that I had
one last question to ask you.

BIP

- Good evening, Ms Alvaro.

- He's too clear, unlike you.

- I guess this is another
attempt to prove my guilt?

MORGANE: Exactly.

(Ooh jeez, I'm hot.)

Uh... since this investigation began,

we assumed that your partner died

after 8 pm, based solely on

this photo that you posted
at 8:02 pm. But- IN PAIN

(Oh jeez...)

Except that... If...
we take a closer look,

well, it turns out that
you are blurry, while he—

—is completely clear.

- Mmm.
- And well, it made me think

of something quite cheeky:

the mortuary photos of the 19th century.

You see where
I'm going with this?

- No, not really.

And even if I love your culture
lessons, I am a bit vague-

- (f*cking kebab!)
- I think you're

not doing well. Should I call SAMU*?
* PARAMEDICS

- No, no, it's okay, it's okay.

I was telling you, imagine
that in the 19th century,

people liked to take photos of

themselves with their stiffs
just before burial, for a little souvenir.

Weird, but hey, to each his own- OW.

(Oh... f*ck.)

So that the things didn't look too creepy,

the idea was to make the dead
look alive in the pictures, okay?

They held them upright, opened their eyes,

and put makeup on them to look alive.

And I have to say, the illusion was
almost per...FECT! MOTHER!

PAINED EXHALE
I'm gonna sit down for 2 minutes, all right?

I say 'almost,' because
with the cameras of the time,

the length of exposures was ridiculous.

Therefore, due to the
micro-oscillations of the body,

the living were always
a little blurry, while the dead,

since they weren't moving, were clear!

And- yeeeeaaah...
GROANS

Wait, help me.

GRUNTS

This is exactly the
case with your partner.

He's sharp and you're blurry.

Because he was dead
at the time the photo was taken.

And y-
CRIES OUT

Wow! Eeyah...
MUMBLES, GASPS

I'm going to lie down, okay? So:

FATIGUED
I'm guessing your partner

must've told you he
was going to report you.

You... stay calm,

you even do one last operation with him,

and at the end of the operation—
—bam! You strangle him.

You take his very recognizable little hat,

and you walk past Beatrice
at reception with a mask on.

So she mistakes you for him.

You return to the
operating room,

you pull his body into his office,

through the other door, of course.
Then— CLAPS

The guy from the magazine shows up,

you take your little selfie with the stiff,

being careful to pull his mask

tight, just to hide the mess, all right?

Then you claim there
are typos in the article to

get out of the clinic, and—

—you know that since you

called him that very morning,

Zac's dad would be nearby.

And the—

IN PAIN
—oh jeez...

Help me again.
GRUNTS

You've bumped off your partner

and built a solid alibi. The perfect crime!

MORGANE: Oh jeez!
DECKER: Are you sure you're okay??

- No, it's definitely not the kebab.
Uh...

Call SAMU.
Come on, call SAMU!

ADAM:
Yohann Marouani, that's right.

Wanted for homicide
and potentially dangerous.

Okay, all right, you'll keep me informed?

Thanks.

YOUR BETS!

- The judge will issue an
arrest warrant for your suspect.

Any news on your end?
- No, not yet. COUGHS

- Are you okay?
- Yes, why?

- No... no reason.
MOBILE RINGS

. . .

Yes, talk to me.

Uh, no, she's not here.

I hope you haven't you seen Morgane again.
- Uh, no.

- No, he doesn't either. Why?

She hasn't come back yet?

SCREAMS IN PAIN

- Yes. Yes, hello,
I would like a ticket to Rio.

As soon as possible.

- That's not SAMU, that's not SAMU!
- Oh, I'm sorry,

I'll have to say goodbye.

Yes. 'Xavier Decker.'

D, E, C, K, E, R. Sky Platinum customer.

6 pm? Perfect!
Thank you, miss.

SHE YELPS
Good day.

- Yes! I'm giving birth.
You have to come get me!

I'm at the Clinic-
SCREAMS

- I must admit, even in
your condition you're strong,

Without this regrettable setback,

you would have stopped me.

- Don't mess around, I've never

given birth without an epidural!

I'll leave you some paracetamol,

it'll give you some relief.

Okay, I have to go.
Be brave!

And I hope I never come across you again-

SCREAMS

- What- what's going on, Morgane?
MORGANE: Karadec!

PANTING
He's the k*ller!And I'm giving birth!

. . .
Help me Karadec, help me!

. . .
- I'll call SAMU. - Too late,

. . .
it's too late, it- it's coming,

IT'S COMING!
- You're a doctor, well help her!

- I'm an ophthalmic surgeon
not an obstetrician, I remind you!

- HELP HER, THAT'S AN ORDER!
- Oh, very well.

- What're you doing?
- Calm down,I'm going to get my equipment.

SCREAMS

- Are you all right, Morgane?

- No! I am not all right!
BREATHING FASTER

- Cover her.

- What is that?

MORGANE: Mother-!
- Morphine.

- No, you'll poison her.
Put it away, now!

- Give me that!

ADAM: Morgane!

SCREAMS

SCREAM FADES

- Are you okay, Morgane?

- Ah...! It's better. Ah...

- May I?

- Come on, get this baby out.

- The head is already engaged,
SHE GROANS

so we will have to push very hard!
- ((Yes, OK, here goes.))

DECKER: Very good,
keep going, keep going, push!

Push, push, push!
SCREAM

Push, push! Push!
- Push, Morgane! Push!

DECKER: Push!

- Come on, push!

DECKER: We're almost there, come on!
SHE STRAINS

- My perineum is
going to give out!

- No, in this case it would
actually be your pelvic floor.

- Shut up!
- Fine.

- Remember, remember. BREATHES
DECKER: Very good, keep going,

keep going, push,

push, push, push!
Come on, push!

It's coming. It's almost there-

LEO CRIES

DECKER: (Take it. Pull this.)
. . .

(Here.)

(Take it. Look, go ahead.)
ADAM: Huh?

Cut it.
ADAM: What?

- Cut the cord.

- It's my baby...
CRYING

CRYING

- Come on, cut the cord. ...

A sharp cut.

- Hold on.
- All right.

SCISSORS SNIP

CRYING

. . .

- ((Give it to me.))

. . .

((My beautiful baby...))

. . .

((My baby. Oh...))
. . .

((Oh... oh...))

HAPPY/TIRED LAUGH

(Oh my, We did it, Karadec.)

(We did it.)

LEO NOISES

Wooo!

. . .

MORGANE COOS,
LEO NOISES

- I- I'm going to call SAMU.

And tell Timothée
that everything's fine.

. . .
MORGANE: Who is it? It's Leo!

. . .

. . .

- I think he took off.

DISTRACTEDLY
- Oh, the idiot. Oh, sh*t!

- He took off!

- Oh f*ck!
- He took off!

Oh yes!

PIGEON COOS

- Oh!

- OH!
THUD

CELINE: Our colleagues in Traffic
called, Dr Decker was arrested.

he's in the emergency room
with a broken ankle.

- Mmm, okay, all right.

- Are you sure that Morgane
and the baby are fine?

- Yes,um, she's in her room with
her children and Timothée.

- Do you want to take it?
- Yeah.

LEO NOISES

Wait. Give mom's hair back!
CHUCKLES

There.
- He's actually cute.

You still have to think
about having your tubes tied.

- Oh, very funny.

- And he's another blond.
Not a change from the usual.

LEO WAILS
ELIOTT: Come on, pass him here.

- Wait. Put your hand under
his head to support his neck.

CROSSTALK

- I tell you, there are people who
know more about babies than you.

ELIOTT: Yeah, I can manage.

- I'll take him back.

Okay, go on, that's it.

LEO CRYING

. . .

KNOCKING

NURSE: Can we come in?
It's time to change Léon.

- No, not Léon. Leo.

- Oh, sorry!

- How come 'Leo'? We said Léon.

- Yeah, but Théa doesn't like it.
Him neither, huh?

He doesn't like 'Léon.'
- 'He doesn't like it,'

what is this insanity?
- They want to talk quietly.

Are you coming?
- Yes.

- Make a note of it: Léon. All right?

- No, wait. There's no 'we agreed,'

What don't you understand
about not liking 'Léon'?

Look, he's crying.
He doesn't like it.

LAUGHS
- I'm not really a civil servant anyway...

- Morgane, I'll decide, you're in no state.

'Léon,' L, E, O, N.

- No, it's 'Leo.' Look—
he stops crying when we say Leo.

Listen to me.

The day you pull a 4-kilo
roast out of a mouse hole

without an epidural, you can
choose the first name, all right?

In the meantime, I choose. Understand?

- Have I decided a lot of things so far?

The hospital, maybe the
doctor who does the delivery,

the- the- the- the plant colors? No!

I didn't choose to have
a child with you either!

LEO CRIES

IT'S A BOY

SIGHS

- Thought about what I asked you?

Thank you!

You're "dead," girl.

This is Morgane's pre-natal DNA test.

'Results for sample name TG.

Probability of paternity: 99.99999%.'

- And so?
- And so your rules say,

that you 'will make good when we
have confirmed the identity of the father

with certainty.'

But 99.99999%, that's not certain.

Your bets are void. Pay me back.

- All right, 99.99999%? That's 100%.

Huh, Gilles?

- Oh? You're going to explain
why it's not marked 100%?

- So, while the chance
of error is very low,

since the rule stipulates 'with certainty,'

you can actually say,
if you think about it,

'absolute certainty' is relative.

So 'TG, 99.99999%-'

- All right. You're a coward, Gilles.
It says, 'Timothée Guichard, 99.99999,'

i.e. 100%, i.e. he's the father, period.

Look at the stats, guys.
ELIOTT: Pardon me,

actually, 'TG' doesn't
stand for 'Timothée Guichard.'

- What do you mean,
'TG isn't Timothée Guichard'?

- No, it stands for "Test Génétique."

Well, when you send samples
you shouldn't them mix up.

I called them TG, TG2, TG3,
for 'Genetic Tests 1, 2, and 3.'

- Are you stupid or what? Why couldn't you

use initials like everyone else?
- So who's the first TG?

- Uh, well...
So, the first TG is...

- Coffee?

A FEW DAYS LATER

- Oh jeez, come on, he's blocking
the whole street!

HONKING

Use the lights & siren to
make him get out of the way!

- That's going to make him cry.
LEO NOISES

. . .

. . .

HONKING

Uh, what would be a convenient
time to pick him up next week?

6 pm?

- Yeah.
- Yes.

- So now you'll take care of the bath?
OK? You going to get through this?

- Yes, of course, obviously.
TUTS

- Okay.

- So we start shared custody Friday,

and I bring him back
the next Friday at 6 pm too.

- Yeah, after that we'll
see as we go along, huh?

We don't have to-
- It's better to have a framework.

LEO NOISES
ADAM: I...

I've seen that children
need structure to flourish.

- Obviously.
. . .

- Leo, is it good to have a framework?

Yeah, am I right? Yes yes yes yes!

Mm-hmm!

RESTRAINED LAUGH

HONKING

Ahem.

It's true, 'Leo' suits him well.

LEO NOISES

HONKING

- Well, know what? I'm getting out
here, because I can't stand this anymore.

- I'll help you.

. . .

MORGANE:
Hey! No- hey! What's going on here?

Hey, I'm talking to you!
THEA: No! No, no,

no, there's no way-!
- Where are you going, huh?

- No, no, put that
back where you found it! No.

Not another step! I'm talking to you!
- Whoa!

- What's going on?
- What's going on?

Henri hasn't paid his taxes since 1950.

He's left, we don't know where.
HONKING

- Since when do we
kick tenants out of their homes?

I remind you that we're in France,
the country of human rights. In addition,

I've just given birth, so, uh, case closed!

BAILIFF:
Do you have a rental contract?

THEA: OK, well, I like that
in my morning shower.

ELIOTT: Oh, no, no!
MORGANE: Thea! Thea!

Thea, hold Chloe in your lap
and you strap yourself in, huh?

- Okay.

HONKING

THEA:
You wouldn't have a room and a shower?

♪ HEY b*tch ♪
BY ISÏA

- What are you doing?
THEA: Come on, move.

CROSSTALK

THEA: I'm saying hurry up!

I'm dying of laughter.

ELIOTT: It doesn't all fit.
THEA: You put your-

- Morgane, will you explain
to me what's going on?

- Come on, that's not
coming. Well- no!

Actually, change of program.

Um, we're going to start
joint custody at your place, huh?

Since the fact is you weren't
very present during the pregnancy,

this will allow you to catch up!

♪ . . . ♪

MORGANE:
Thea, wait! Wait, wait, you forgot this.

Oh come on! Stuff it in!

♪ . . . ♪

HONKING

- You'll wake up the little one!

♪ . . . ♪

- Let's go Karadec, blast the siren.

HONKING
♪ . . . ♪

♪ . . . ♪