05x02 - Galatée

[bunniefuu]

MORGANE: We made a mistake, right?
ADAM: Mmm.

A very big mistake.

- Yes, yes,

LAUGHING
a huge mistake,

huh? Yeah...

So, I...

Let's act as if nothing happened, huh?

- All right.
- We forget it.

- Yeah. We forget it.

We won't talk about it.
- No, we won't talk about it.

- No.
- Not anymore. No.

KNOCKING
THÉA: Mom?
- Yes? Yes- no!

THÉA: Where are you?
- What? What's going on?

- Where's super cop?
- Huh?

- His phone keeps
ringing, it's really annoying!

- Oh, that's annoying!
CROSSTALK

ELIOTT: What do we do with his phone?

- Yes, well I'll take.
There, problem solved- what?

- Are you together?
- Huh? Not at all!

- Not at all. Ha!

- Ha!

- No, nonsense!
The situation is clear.

Karadec, what happened?

Well, well, Léo threw up on him-
- Yes.

What else could I do,
except lend him a t-shirt?

There, that's the situation.
MOBILE RINGS

And, ha ha, bam!
Gilles is calling.

So go on, bye.

(Oh jeez.)

TOY SQUEAKS

SQUEAK IS A
MEMORY TRIGGER

EVOCATIVE BRAZILIAN
SAMBA MUSIC

SQUEAK

MOBILE RINGING
Ah!

Gilles is calling again. I'll answer.

Yes, Gilles?

There? Of course.

On our way.

Okay, we need to go to a crime scene.

- You know it's Léo's
first day at daycare.

- I suggest you drop him off at
daycare, I'll drop the kids off at school,

and then we meet at
the crime scene. How's that, okay?

ADAM: Mm-hmm.
- First one in the shower!

Hey, oh! What the hell are you doing here?

HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

GILLES: Ah, you're here.
Karadec isn't with you?

- Well... no!

He's not with me.

We're not sleeping together either.

- But where is he? Because
Forensics has been waiting a while.

- How should I know where he is?

I imagine he went to drop Leo
off at daycare and then he'll come.

Okay, so, you wanna brief me on our case

instead of always talking about Karadec?

'Karadec,' 'Karadec'—hel-lo?
- Well, the accident happened around 8 am.

The driver was Gauthier
de Maesker, 45. He's dead.

- I know someone who messed
up his 18 holes. LAUGHS

- Excellent! Uh,

He ran a company
that made golf equipment,

and there were ba*ls in his trunk.

there was no collision
with another vehicle,

we don't know what happened.

- Okay.
- A guy was with him

in the car, he's being
examined by the firefighters.

- Oh, well there's a witness, great—

—hey!
- What?

Yoo-hoo!

. . .

Police!

Well, he's police. Uh, who
was he? The dead guy.

YANIS: He was my driver.

I've been carpooling with Gauthier,

we connected on TandemCar.

He dropped me off at
my work, every Thursday.

- You were carpooling, okay, but
what happened at the time of the accident?

- I don't know.

Five minutes after I got in,

I thought he fell asleep at the wheel.

I tried... to shake him,

wake him up.

He started convulsing.
- What's he doing with a stroller?

- What the hell is he doing
here? Why isn't he at daycare?

- Ah... it seems they
didn't want to take him.

- Huh?
- The staff is on strike.

- A strike?
- Yes, I had to leave with him.

- Seriously?
What is with this stupid daycare?

- I confirm.
- Well I'm warning you,

'Low profile,' all right?

It's frowned upon to show up
at a crime scene with a baby!

- Yeah, I, I'm aware.
- Huh?

- Plus, Gilles is tense this morning.
So: 'low profile.'

- You all right, Gilles?
- (Yeah.) GASPS

My god, this baby of life,
of love...

♪ of life! ♪
- Yeah, all right.

- Oh, yes my baby!

Oh, he's so cute, it's not possible!

Little angel of life!

Oh, what is this sweet little baby?
- Hey?

I don't want to say it, but
he's less warm with me, huh?

- Yes, my cuddly one,

it's Uncle Gillou!
- Oh jeez, it's Benzaoui.

Hide him. Hide him from Benzaoui,

pathologists can't stand babies.

- Where do I hide him?

- Is he there? Is he there?
- Yes.

- Oh jeez.

- Hello Doctor, how are you?
KARIM: Hello. Hello, Morgane.

Do I see a new recruit, hmm?
- Yes.

BABYTALK

- A new recruit!

GILLES: Lt Léo!
KARIM: Cutie pie.

- Lt Cutie Pie!
- Cluck-cluck!

- So, I get the impression
contaminating the crime scene

isn't that serious, huh?

Hey, I'll take it.

- Morgane, can I ask you to take
care of him while I go check the body?

- Uh, yes.
- Thanks. Very nice.

GILLES: Poor little apple!

- Oh, he's looking at me!
- I want to gobble him up!

KARIM: He's looking at us!
- Well guys,

we still have a crime scene.
- Yes.

ZIPPER

ADAM: Let's see the body.

Have we managed to
determine the cause of death?

- Not for the moment, no,
but the accident didn't k*ll him.

- I'll put you down here. Okay,

well, so what do we have?

The back seat is wet.

So that means Mr Ba-ball

was driving with the window open.

And who drives with the window
open even when it's raining?

Smokers! Well done!

- He had his seatbelt on when
he was taken out of the vehicle,

and there are no signs
of trauma on the body.

- Ah, but look at this.

That's weird: the ashtray is empty.

So, in my opiniom Mr Ba-ball
didn't want people to know he smoked.

GILLES: His passenger said
he had a seizure while driving.

Maybe it was poisoning?

- There's nothing around
his mouth that suggests that.

- Aha!

There! He didn't want
Mrs Ba-ball to know he was smoking,

because he obviously
shared the car with his wife.

So he obviously hid
his cigarettes elsewhere.

Oh! I need something for leverage.

Can I borrow that?

"Yes"!

Hey! Bingo!

Well played, Lt Léo!
LÉO CRIES

So good work.
LÉO CRIES

Here, I got you.

So what do we have...?

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

((Whose smokes are these?))

Jeez, look at that.

Someone injected something into this butt.

He was poisoned.

Hey! Hey, I've
got the m*rder weapon!

A poisoned cigarette!
GILLES: Morgane, the baby!

Gloves!
- What?

- Léo!

- I found the m*rder weapon!

DAPHNÉ: The lab
will analyze the cigarettes,

but given the symptoms
I think it's a barbituate-type product.

So I made a list of all deaths

linked to that type of
sedative in the last six months.

Well, that's a lot of overdoses,
but I'll send the list to both of you.

ADAM: Okay, thanks Daphné.

We're arriving at the victim's house,

We're going to question his wife.
Let me know if you have anything new.

DAPHNÉ: Yeah.
- Thanks.

- Wow! Some joint.

ADAM: Morgane, can I leave you with Léo

while I go and question her?

- Why not the other way around?

- Morgane, this woman
just lost her husband.

You need tact and empathy,
which aren't exactly your strengths.

- What? When haven't I-
- I'll be quick!

- No tact and empathy? Me? Hey!

Oh fu- I'll give you some tact and empathy!

Seriously? I dunno,
how am I supposed to take that?

Your father is annoying.
Frankly, he's annoying!

No other word for it.
MEMORY TRIGGER:
TOY SQUEAKS

EVOCATIVE BRAZILIAN
SAMBA MUSIC

Honey, stop playing with
that, because it's a little annoying.

((Stop, stop it...))

TEXT ALERT

Oh! Well, perfect, some work. So,

what does Daphné say?

BARBITUATE OVERDOSE

Oh, the list of barbiturate deaths.

- I'm truly sorry about your husband.

PAULINE: Sorry.

ADAM: Did you notice anything
unusual about him this morning?

- No.

No, no... he left early,

because he had a passenger to pick up.

- Mm-hmm.

- He traveled a lot, for work,

and I was always afraid
he would fall asleep at the wheel.

That's why I didn't want him to
go on long journeys in the car alone.

- Was the carpooling your idea?

- It reassured me.

At first, he was rather reluctant, but...

but finally he came to like it.

He loved meeting people, chatting.

SNIFFLES
Sorry.

- Mrs de Maesker, we believe your
husband was k*lled by a poisoned cigarette.

SHOCKED SIGH

Did you know he smoked?
- I thought he had stopped.

My father died
of lung cancer last year.

I couldn't stand the smell anymore.

- Do you know where
he bought his cigarettes?

- No.

LÉO CRIES

- Yes honey, I know.

Obviously you'd be better off
at daycare playing with your friends,

but what do you want me to
tell you, those idiots are on strike.

LÉO FUSSES

I'm gonna yell at them, you watch.

Don't go anywhere.

. . .

Yes, Blue Elves Daycare?

This is little Léo's mother.

You don't know who
I'm talking about? Well yes,

obviously you don't know who he is,

since you turned him away this morning.

. . .

So yes, I understand you're
understaffed because of the strike,

but in the meantime, I have a
m*rder*r on the loose, so what do I do?

. . .

What? There's no strike?

. . .

PHONE CLATTERS

Oh f*ck.

He's messing with me.

He's messing with me!

SLAM

- I'm going to take your
husband's vehicle for analysis.

I ask that you sign this evidence receipt.

PAULINE: All right.

- Are you messing with me, Karadec?
- What's going on?

- 'What's going on?'
I know. I called the daycare,

and no one's on strike!

I take it back— it's just you

who didn't drop off Léo,
and you dumped him on me!

- Sorry, but-
- Sssh— two seconds.

- Excuse us.

I couldn't leave him with strangers,
he's so small, it's too early.

Plus, he wouldn't stop crying.

- But obviously he won't
stop crying, Karadec, he's a baby,

all babies do is cry!

LÉO BABBLES

We had a spot in daycare, Karadec.
A spot in daycare is the holy grail, okay?

So you will do me the pleasure
of returning there immediately,

and you will beg them to take Léo, before

a less-crazy dad takes our spot!

- And the investigation?
-You should've thought about that sooner!

- Okay, fine. I'll call Gilles to come.

Don't talk to anyone without him.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Would you excuse us?
FOOTSTEPS RECEDE

MORGANE SIGHS

- (He's exhausting.)

. . .

DOOR CLOSES
Okay. Uh... where were we?

- Nowhere.
- Well, it doesn't surprise me.

- Oh, well yes, here, we had finished.

OWNER'S SIGNATURE
MORGANE: 'De Maesker'?

'De Maesker,' that's your name?

- Sorry?
- No, you sign 'De Maesker.'

In general, we don't change
our signature, even after marriage.

Oh, yes, it's my name.

Gauthier took my name after our marriage.

He had cut ties with his family,

and no longer wanted to
be associated with them.

AMUSED
And then, I wasn't unhappy about

not having to be called 'Mrs Grondin'.*
* A FISH

- Ain't that the truth! 'Grondin'...

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

BARBITURATE
OVERDOSE

Wait, wai- timeout.

'Grondin,' like, like
'Rick Grondin'? Don't move.

This Rick Grondin, here?

Recognize him?
- Uh… Yes.

Yes, I think he's Gauthier's cousin.

I saw him at their
grandmother's funeral, but...

Why?

- Because he died too— of a
barbiturate overdose a month ago

We've got something here.
We've got something.

- I checked,

and Rick Grondin's record is full of drugs.

As a result his death was ruled
an accidental overdose.

But two cousins k*lled by the
same drug is a funny coincidence though.

Rick managed a bar in Roubaix with
his sister, I hope she can tell us more.

- Yeah, great.
- Hmm.

- Oh! Stop there.
- But the GPS-

- No, wait, stop there, I'm telling you!

There! There there there!
- Yes, two seconds!

- There you go.

- Huh?

What the...
- Hello!

- 'Amaury53'?
- 'Morgabombe'?

- C'mon, let's go!

- What are you doing Morgane?
- Wait, I'll explain.

I downloaded the carpooling
app of our first victim, okay?

But then I looked at the
comments of recent passengers.

So: Gauthier de Maesker, alias 'GoGo59.'

What'd he do to make you
give him one star out of 5?

Did you k*ll him for it?

- What? I don't know this guy at all!

He cancelled the ride
at the last minute, and

I got a bit carried away in the comments.

- You've never met?
AMAURY: No.

- And his cousin, Rick,
do you recognize him?

- No.

- Okay, false lead...

- So, are you still taking me to Douai?

- What?
- Yeah, c'mon, let's drop him

at the station, he paid in advance.
- Hold on, that's not okay.

Morgane, you can't make
money carpooling in a police car.

MORGANE: Don't move, we're just gonna
see the sister of our second dead guy,

it'll take five minutes.
- Where are you going?

MORGANE: Five minutes!
- No, my train!

RECORDED MUSIC,
PATRONS CHATTING

- Hello. Pamela Grondin?

- Pam.
What do you want?

- Police.
- 'Ooh'!

- Your cousin Gauthier de
Maesker, formerly Grondin—

—can you tell us about him?
- Nothing to tell.

A traitor to his name,
a traitor to his family.

Why? Is he talking trash about us?

- He can't anymore. He's dead.

You won't cry at his funeral?

- The as*h*le turned his back on us
as soon as he found himself a rich woman.

What happened?

- Same thing as your brother,
a barbiturate overdose.

- My brother didn't overdose.

He'd been clean for years.

I told your colleagues.

But strangely, with him no one dug into it.

- Excuse me-
- Oh jeez!

- I'm going to miss my train!
- We're working! Wait for us in the car,

it'll be five minutes.
Go on, beat it!

- Sorry, uh..

you think your brother's
death wasn't accidental?

Could he have relapsed?

- No.

- No. He would never have
taken that crap on his own.

He struggled too hard to quit.

- Is that him in that photo?

- Yeah.

- Did he smoke?

- He was trying to quit.

From time to time
he'd break down when

a customer offered him a
cigarette, but that was all.

- Rick and your cousin
weren't in contact anymore?

PAM: No, I told you, no!
HONKING

HONKING

- Oh jeez,
HONKING

he annoys me...
HONKING

Really? What didn't you understand?

I told you we'd be back in five minutes!

- If I could put zero stars
on the app, I would!

- Okay, my best to your family.
- You're really in trouble now!

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

GOOD SHAPE

BAD SHAPE

PAM: From time to time
he'd break down when a customer

offered him a
cigarette, but that was all.

MONSTER/AGONY SCREAM

GILLES!

Gilles!

- What do you want now, Morgane?
- Another poisoned butt!

- You're right, your brother's
death wasn't an overdose.

DAPHNÉ: The lab confirms
the butts contained pentobarbital,

a product used for veterinary euthanasia.

Odorless, colorless, and... deadly.

CELINE: So both cousins were
k*lled the same way, a month apart.

And you're sure they
didn't hang out anymore?

- Yeah, I didn't find any communication
between them on Gauthier's phone.

I'm getting Rick's, but at first glance-
- Wait— which one is 'Rick'?

- The biker.

- Okay... so 'Gauthier' is—?

- The rich guy!

the one who sold golf clubs.
- And Pam is his wife?

MORGANE:
No, his cousin, she's Rick's sister,

Rick is the biker. Will you keep up?

- You know the problem
we have to talk about?

- Afida?
- Shh!

- Yeah, I suggested she
dump you three times, but...

it's dead, she doesn't want to.
- Dead? But, 'dead'? Dead?

Is there a solution?
Can we find a solution?

- I'm doing what I can.

I told her about
your breath problem,

I told her about your varicose
veins, about your stinginess,

about your baldness...

She digs you,
what do you want me to do?

- So Pam is Rick's cousin
and Gauthier's sister.

MORGANE:
No! The other way around!

Oh jeez!

Fine, I'll give you
a rundown again,

but take notes because,
frankly, it's tiring!

We have two victims, okay?
Gauthier de Maesker,

and Rick Grondin, okay?

The two are cousins— same family,
but nothing to do with each other.

Rick and Gauthier were born in
the same hospital three months apart.

In school things
started to go wrong.

YOUTH SCOURGE:
SCHOOL DROPOUT

Rick is expelled from two
different middle schools,

while Gauthier collects
honor rolls. Then—

—Rick works on construction sites,
while Gauthier attends business school.

This is where he meets Pauline,
who marries him in 2008,

while Rick is arrested for driving
under the influence of drugs.

He gets a suspended sentence,

while Gauthier climbs the ladder
at his wife's father's company.

That's how he buys a nice
house in a chic neighborhood,

while Rick works in an
old dive with his sister Pam.

They lead totally different
lives, until the day when,

one month apart,

the two guys
light up a cigarette.

FLICK
INHALES, EXHALES

and drop dead.

- Oh.

CELINE: Oh, no no, what's this
baby doing in my Directorate? No!

- Karadec, are you kidding?
What's he doing here?

- Oh, Lt Leo!

- Don't tell me you chickened
out in front of the daycare again?

- No, it went very well,

we did two hours of adaptation,
we go back tomorrow.

- It can't be! You got played for a sucker,

'adaptation' is bullshit!

You've gotta throw them
the baby and get out of there!

- Out of the question!
- Morgane?

Are we going to have
this conversation for each baby?

We don't take our children on investigations!

- But, obvi- obviously we don't take them!

PHONE RINGING

- It was an emergency.
- Hello, Forestier.

Yeah.

DAPHNÉ: Is that the exact
date? All right, we'll check it out.

MORGANE BABYTALK

- That was Narcotics.

A dog shelter reported the
disappearance of a vial of pentobarbital

on October 22nd.
- A day before Rick Grondin's death.

- Okay, I'll go talk to them. Morgane?

Can I leave Leo with you? For an hour?

MORGANE: Are you kidding, or what? No!
- No?

No! I'm not taking
care of him because

the daycare girls
screwed you over, no!

I'll go and you sort it out yourself!

- Hold on! Here, Afida,
you're having coffee,

you take care of the baby while the
Commander and Morgane gather information.

- Babies aren't my thing, they annoy me.

- That's an order, Afida.

- They smell, they vomit...

- Hey- uh...
- I'm not a "babysitter."

- Uh, Commissioner?
Gilles can take care of the baby.

- Gilles who?
- He's a baby "super fan"!

- No, I'm not! No-
DAPHNÉ: Yes. Yes!

CROSSTALK

- Yes, Gilles loves babies.

- But I can't, I have work.

DAPHNÉ: Of course you'll
take good care of him Gilles!

- I can't watch him, it's...

You love babies, Gilles.
GILLES: Me, babies?

- Yes, you're very comfortable
with them, very comfortable.

- Pfft.

There's my sister's kids,
and they're all- arrrgh!

DAPHNÉ: Yes Gilles! You
take really good care of babies,

what are you talking about?
- Oh, there there, yes, yes...

CROSSTALK

- Yes. - There! No problem.

- Good! Uh, well...
Go see that shelter, please.

- Let's go!

DOGS BARKING

. . .

- Do you have signal? I don't.
CAR DOORS CLOSE

Gilles can't reach us
in case of trouble with Leo.

Stretch yourself Karadec,
if anyone can manage it's Gilles.

. . .

ADAM: Hello, ma'am.
BARBARA: Hello.

- Cmdr Karadec, Judicial Police.
We've come to speak to Dr Rennie LeBras,

is she here?
- Sorry, not today.

- Oh. Maybe you can help us?

- Of course. I just
have to fill the bowls.

- We'll go with you?
- Mm-hmm.

Dr LeBras reported
a theft of pentobarbital

a month ago. Did you know?

- No, sorry, I don't handle
veterinary care. Why?

- This drug may have been
used in a homicide case.

Do you recognize this-
MOBILE RINGS

Excuse me.
It's Gilles!

There's only one bar.

Yes Gilles?
- How many people work here?

- We have quite a few volunteers working.

- Who has access to the pento-thingy?
- Pretty much everyone,

we're often overwhelmed. Sometimes we're asked to go get

a medicine, stuff like that.
Whining

DOG WHINES
DOG HOWLS

- Dogs are crazy, huh?

Because we think we
domesticated them,

but the truth is they're
the ones who got us, huh?

You clever little guy!

Because it was 30,000 years ago

when wolves noticed humans
always have food around.

HOWL

and they changed to become our buddies.
LAUGHS

They started by dropping their
ears to appear a little less aggressive.

Then they did something
crazy, they developed

two muscles in the eyebrows

to get that adorable look.
Huh? Oh yes!

You're too cute.
Then they started sniffing us,

to know what we're thinking.

There was a study in Ireland,

they took stressed people,
and made dogs smell their sweat.

In 90% of cases, the
dogs became just as anxious.

Crazy, huh? They go
around in circles, they cry...

BARKING

A little like Jason there.
. . .

So I wonder, why do you
stress out when I ask you questions

about access to medicine? Huh?
- Morgane?

I want to know...
- No, wait- Oh, oh my!

CROSSTALK
I'm questioning a suspect.

ADAM: ...if Leo has a problem-

- Ah, my hair!

No, wait! HEY! HEY! HEY!

Oh sh*t...

Oh jeez, no way!
There! Well done! Nice!

- Oh f*ck.
- Give that back to me.

- See if you have network!
- No, no network.

- Mm-hmm. I- what?

I can't hear you.

I. Can't. Hear. You.

Okay. Goodbye, goodbye! Bye!

And- Hello!

LULLABY PLAYING

Hello!

Sweetie.

GILLES: Rascal!
Little fluffy! Little "pancake."

Is that a "muffin"?
Can you eat it?

- That's funny, huh?
He does it too well.

It's cute.
I think he's ready.

- Ready for what?

- To be a dad.

THEY CHUCKLE

He was just waiting for the right one.
- 'Right one'? But...

- You, of course. Yeah!

Yeah.

ADAM: Ah! I have a bar!
MORGANE: 'No network.'

ADAM: Wait, it's ringing.

MOBILE RINGING
- I'm so happy for you! ((Sorry.))

Hello, Commander?

- Daphne?

Daphne? Hello?

DAPHNÉ: Hello?
- Daphné? Can you hear me?

- I can't hear you.

I can't-
Hello?

- Hello? Hello?

- I'm hanging up, can't hear anything.
I'm hanging up.

- No no no no! Don't
hang up! No no! Oh f*ck!

- Proud of yourself? Well done, huh?
- Me, proud?

It wasn't me who had the idea
of ​​confronting a suspect in a cage!

- And who was on the phone
while she was running away?

- SARCASTIC Okay, it's my fault. As usual.
- Well...!

Well, there's only one thing to do, huh?

- Do what?

- (There.)

- This isn't the time, Morgane.

- Here, take this.

(I'm picking the lock.)

- Ah.

- Wait, don't tell me
you thought I wanted us to...

LAUGHS
No!

No, huh?

- Well, no.
Obviously not.

- Ha! Okay. You had
a look, and I thought...

- Even if yesterday, uh, it was
you who initiated things a little,

in somewhat direct fashion.
NERVOUS LAUGH

- What?
LAUGHS

That's the best! I? I initiated?

- A bit.
- No, I don't think so, no.

You jumped on me, it's not the same.

- Me? I didn't jump on you,
you kissed me by surprise

and, yes, I gave in
to your advances.

- Huh? Sorry?

ADAM: Well, yes.

LAUGHING
- Nonsense!

- That reminds me, I even
told you: we shouldn't.

- Are you serious?
- Aren't I telling it right?

- At what point did
you say 'we shouldn't,'

since your mouth was
getting busy with mine—

—huh?
- Okay.

Very well. No, we said we'd
forget it, so let's change the subject.

- Perfect! Let's forget it, yeah.

Anyway, I'll tell you, it wasn't memorable.
- What?

- If you hadn't said something,
I wouldn't have remembered, so...

- That's charming.

DOG TOY SQUEAKS

EVOCATIVE BRAZILIAN
SAMBA MUSIC

DOG TOY SQUEAKS

. . .

. . .

. . .

SAMBA

- Oh jee...

SQUEAKS AND SAMBA

SQUEAK

Okay, let's stop it right there!

Here, give it to me and
then go over there and see for me.

SAMBA

TEXT ALERT
Oh!

Whew!
RELIEVED LAUGH

It's Gilles. He got my
message, he's on his way.

- Yeah.

GILLES:
The suspect is called Barbara Sellam.

After leaving your company, she
went back to her place for some things,

and she hasn't been seen since.

- Is there any idea why she
might have wanted to k*ll Rick and, ah...

- And Gauthier?
- Mmm.

- No, that's where I start
to get stuck. I haven't

been able to make the
connection with the suspect.

The two cousins ​​never
went to the shelter,

and Barbara grew
up in Marseille,

so they didn't even meet
during their childhood.

- So in fact nobody
knows anybody in this case.

GILLES: On the other
hand, I ran the name

'Barbara Sellam' and
it started flashing,

because Barbara's husband was

k*lled in their house about a month ago:

'Arnaud Sellam.'
CELINE: No, hold on,

we're stopping with the first names.

Put 'Victim Number 3,'
because it'll be simpler.

GILLES: Okay, well... That night,
someone broke into their house,

and Victim Number 3
was hit on the head.

Several valuables
went missing, the police

in charge of the case
decided that it was a burglary.

and they never found
the culprit or culprits.

- There are many homicides
around this woman.

Where was she the night her husband died?

- She has a concrete alibi,

she was at a concert with a friend,

confirmed by about a dozen witnesses.

- Yes Commander?
- I'm reading

the autopsy report
for Victim Number 3.

The weapon is missing, but,

'the longitudinal aspect

SELECT ANATOMICAL DIAGNOSES
of the lesions indicates a blow
inflicted by a long-handled object

about 1 meter long
and of significant weight.'

A long handle, heavy end,
what does that make you think of?

- A golf club.
- Like the ones

sold by Gauthier de Maesker.
ADAM: Exactly.

DAPHNÉ: The dead man this morning.
CELINE: So Gauthier

kills this woman's
husband, Victim Number 3,

and Barbara kills him to get revenge.

So far it fits.

- Yes.
- And why would she

then k*ll his cousin too?

- No idea.

But I know who might be
able to give me some information.

PAULINE: It's absurd.
We didn't need money,

why would Gauthier
rob these people?

- This is what I am trying to understand.

Do you know where your husband was

on the evening of October 18?

- Well...

Here it is:

On October 18th he was
at the Mérignies Golf Club party.

They were big clients of
his, so he never missed it.

- We checked. This year
one of his colleagues replaced him.

Furthermore, we studied the
GPS of your husband's vehicle.

Two days before Mr Sellam's death

he was parked in front of
their house for almost 15 minutes.

We think he was scouting the area.

SHE LAUGHS

- Oh no, oh no.
Well, no!

Sorry, but on October 16 Gauthier said

he was going to
Poitiers for a client meeting.

He even sent me pictures of his hotel.

ADAM: He may have made a detour there.

SCOFFS

Sorry, Ms De Maesker, but we
will have to search your home.

SEETHING SIGH

KEYS JINGLE

- So?

- 'So' what?
- Uh, 'so what'? Well, the investigation!

- Uh... Pauline de Maesker doesn't see

why her husband would
burglarize the Sellams.

And we didn't find the stolen items.

- Well maybe it wasn't a burglary.

What do you think about premeditated
m*rder? It doesn't make sense.

Gauthier had no connection with Barbara's
husband, why would he attack him?

MORGANE: Well, I don't know.
- Me neither. LAUGHS

MORGANE: Well, come on—

—here.
I pumped my milk,

Léo is in your room,
take care of him until 3am, okay?

ADAM: No worries.

I'll leave you the 3-to-7 shift?
- Absolutely. Uh,

tomorrow morning, take him to daycare.

Are you capable?
- Absolutely.

- Wonderful. See you tomorrow.
Good night.

- Good night.

TEXT ALERT

ADAM: DO YOU HAVE LEO'S SECOND
PACIFIER? IT'S NOT IN HIS BED...

LAUGHS

Ah...

VERY SUBTLE EXCUSE TO
COME TO MY ROOM! BUT
SORRY, NO, I DIDN'T SEE IT!

SEND TONE

TEXT ALERT

MORGANE:
VERY SUBTLE EXCUSE TO
COME TO MY ROOM! BUT
SORRY, NO, I DIDN'T SEE IT!

SNIFFS

TEXT ALERT

ADAM: IS THIS A JOKE? I JUST
WANT MY SON TO HAVE
A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP.

AAAH SO YESTERDAY WHEN
YOU KISSED MY EAR IT WAS JUST
SO LEO WOULD HAVE A GOOD
NIGHT, SORRY I MISUNDERSTOOD.

SEND TONE

YOU DIDN'T SEEM TO MIND,
CONSIDERING WHAT YOU DID
RIGHT AFTER...

SEND TONE

IT WAS YOU WHO
DIDN'T MIND IT! OR
DID YOU FORGET

TO PUT YOUR WEAPON
AWAY BEFORE GOING
TO BED?

DON'T REVERSE THE ROLES.
I REMIND YOU THAT IT WAS
YOU WHO CLIMBED ON TOP
OF ME...

SEND TONE

MAYBE. BUT YOU'RE
THE ONE WHO TOOK
OFF MY T-SHIRT.

SEND TONE

CHUCKLE

ME??

ADAM: ME?? YOU PRACTICALLY
TORE OFF MY PANTHEON!!!

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

ADAM: ME?? YOU PRACTICALLY
TORE OFF MY PANTHEON!!
* MY PANTS

EXHALES

- Your Pantheon, there's the link.

- What?
- The link between Barbara

and Gauthier is the Pantheon.

Uh, Eliott?

Please give me your book
on Greek mythology!

CRINKLING

Okay.
So, here it is, I have the list

of comments made about
Gauthier on his carpooling app, okay?

Here, a 'Galatée' gave him 5 stars.

And Galatée is—?

- Hmm. I don't know.

- Eliott! Galatée, who is she?

- Galatée? A sea nymph.
MORGANE: There!

Daughter of Nereus and Doris,
her name means 'milk-white skin.'

MOO

She was a Nereid* from mythology.
* SEA NYMPH

Karadec, does that ring a bell?

- No.

- The dogs at the shelter all
had names taken from mythology.

'Jason'?
- Mm-hmm.
BARKING

Jason wasn't from Jason Bourne—

—but from Jason,
the guy from the Golden Fleece.

BAAA

- All right.
- 'Ariane.'

ROCKET ENGINE
MISSION CONTROL: Lift-off, the space shuttle...

It wasn't the rocket,
she's the girl who helped Theseus

get away from
the Minotaur? The thread? of Ariane?

ADAM: Yes.

- Clio isn't the car.

TIRES SCREECH,
'LA CUCARACHA' HORN

MORGANE: She's the Muse of History
- Ah...!

And my favorite: Nike.
ADAM: Yeah?

- Well? Nike! Before doing basketball,

she's above all the goddess of—?
- w*r.

- Besides that: of victory, Karadec!

CHEERING

- 'Victory.'
MORGANE: So, a little story, it's crazy—

—she wasn't called 'Nike,'
her name is Niké. Niké!

Oh, so they changed the name,
cos frankly, a brand called Niké—

—no, not really.
ADAM: Mmm.

- (So, that's it.) All the
names are from mythology!

- Very good.
- Who named the dogs?

When the dogs got there?

Who wrote so nicely
on those little whiteboards?

ADAM: (Barbara.)
MORGANE: Well yes! Barbara!

She's 'Galatée'!

- They carpooled?

- That's it! The link between them!

We thought he parked
in front of her house

because he planned
to rob her— not at all!

In fact, he was waiting for her because
they were going to carpool together.

To Poitiers!

- Do you know why she
wanted to go to Poitiers?

MORGANE: No, no.

THÉA: That's very disappointing.
MORGANE: Okay!

Well, then let's say she
was going sightseeing, I dunno.

- We have Gauthier's
GPS history from that day. So...

ADAM:
First stop, Poitiers, 77 rue du Rocher.

He dropped Barbara off there?

- I bet it's Futuroscope.*
* POITIERS THEME PARK

- No, it's an old building.

- Okay, well, everyone can be wrong.

- Hold on, there's something there,

marked in big letters: '3919.'

CALL 3919

- Here.

- That number rings a bell.
Do you recognize it? Look. '3919.'

RECORDING: - ...this helpline number
is for women victims of violence.

This number is confidential.

- The woman was beaten by her husband.

That's what it is!

She made a profile on
the sly so she could escape, okay?

On the day when she
takes her courage in both hands,

it's Gauthier who picks her up,
and there you go! You make the...

the link between the bridges?

You connect the dots?
- I made the connections.

- Barbara and Gauthier
met while carpooling.

They spent five hours
together in the same car,

It gave them time to talk
about their lives and get closer.

And a few days later Gauthier
k*lled Barbara's violent husband,

supposedly during a burglary.

Barbara poisoned Rick,
the cousin Gauthier couldn't stand.

In fact, they exchanged their murders.

It's The Stranger on The North Express,*
* STRANGERS ON A TRAIN

but in a carpooling version.
* STRANGERS ON A TRAIN

STRANGER OF THE CARPOOL
LOCOMOTIVE

- Wow.

One month later she
poisons her accomplice Gauthier.

Why would she do that?

THÉA: You can ask her,
she posted on TandemCar,

she's looking for a ride to Marseille.

OVERHEAD TRAIN

BRAKES SQUEAL

- Police! Show us your hands!

- Show us your hands!
- Don't move!

- We'd been together eight months,
the first time he hit me.

I had come home late
without informing him.

His face suddenly changed.

I spent seven years with him like that,

seven years wondering
if next time would be the one

when he would end up k*lling me.

- And it was while trying
to escape that you met Gauthier.

- I found a hostel in
Poitiers that could take me.

Arnaud wouldn't let me use the car anymore,

so I created an account on
a carpooling site to make the trip.

- It was Gauthier who took me.

I was so nervous,
he saw right away I wasn't well.

They say sometimes it's
easier to talk to a stranger.

ADAM: Mm-hmm.

- We had a five hour drive.

And everything came out all at once.

I talked about the beatings,

the threats,

and what happened afterward too,

when Arnaud wanted us to reconcile.

He told me he knew
what I was going through,

because he'd been
the victim of an ab*ser too.

- Rick? You mean his cousin Rick.
- For him too,

- Everything spilled out for him too.

Gauthier stuttered as a child.

He was an ideal punching bag for his cousin.

He humiliated him, hit him.
for the slightest stumble on a word.

Gauthier even told me about a
wedding when they were teenagers,

Rick harassed him with a knife
until he peed himself in front of everyone.

He still cried about it.

- And that's where you
decided to trade your murders.

He'd get rid of your husband
and you'd get rid of his cousin, right?

That way you would each have an alibi.

- We got to that conversation gradually, yes.

I thought it was totally crazy.

Then he talked to me about k*lling someone,

a guy I had never met.

I thought about what my husband
would do to me when he finally found me.

(I said yes.)

- Okay.

And then?

ADAM: What went wrong?

Your persecutors were dead,
neither of you were suspected.

Why k*ll Gauthier?

- What?

- Why did you k*ll Gauthier?

- He's dead?
ADAM: Don't pretend to find out;

your photo was shown to his wife,

she saw you two weeks
ago lurking around their place.

So why?

Gauthier had regrets,

you got scared and poisoned him too?

- No, I swear.

- No?

- No, it was me who couldn't
look at myself anymore, not him.

- How do you explain that
he was poisoned like his cousin?

- Yes, it's true, I went
to Gauthier's, but not to k*ll him.

I was going crazy,
I wasn't sleeping,

I couldn't stop thinking
about what we had done.

BARBARA:
I had to tell someone about it.

I went to see him. He said

I was going to ruin everything,
and threw me out, I swear it's true.

- Under the circumstances
I find it a little hard to believe you.

- I swear it's true.

- You'll have to stay in custody for now,

you'll be prosecuted for homicide.

ADAM: So, what do you think?

- Well I think the woman has guts.

- Well, she k*lled someone, huh?

It's weird that she confesses
to Rick's m*rder, but not Gauthier's.

- Not necessarily. She can plead to k*lling
Grondin because of her violent husband,

while Gauthier's k*lling was in cold blood

- In any case, she's been in custody
for nine hours, what do I do?

do I refer her to the prosecutor?
ADAM: Nine hours??? Oh f*ck!

sh*t, we're late.
Adaptation. Leo will worry.

- Karadec, kids don't have a sense
of punctuality as square as yours,

everything's fine. LAUGHS
- Morgane?

MORGANE: Relax.
- Let's go.

- Oh, annoying!
- And about her custody? What do I do?

MORGANE: Huh?
- What do I-

WHAT DO I DO?

Oh come on!

- That's a very happy baby,
because of his half-day at daycare, huh?

He didn't realize
we were 15 minutes late!

Hey, this baby takes after me a bit.
- Are you okay?

What did they say? Did he cry a lot?
- Barely.

- Barely? Oh.

Uh, well, he's probably internalizing.

I saw that it's not a good sign, it's
perhaps a symptom of infant depression.

I read it, yes.
- Karadec, stop reading bullshit.

Really, look at him, the kid's doing fine.

- Hello!
Hello hello hello hello hello hello!

Is he daddy's little boy?
BABYTALK

Oh, are you internalizing,
my little sweetie?

. . .
Is he internalizing like his grandpa?

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

. . .

- He dropped me off at my work...

. . .

- Oh f*ck!

Oh f*ck, Karadec, give him to me.

We're going to put him back in daycare

some more so he'll be well-adapted.
- Why?

- I know who did it, okay?
So trust me, huh?

Do everything I tell you and
I promise we'll be back in two hours.

Come on,
give me the baby.

Oh, over here!

COP: Hello.

COP: Is this the place you said?

- Yeah.

Hello again, Barbara.

- Where are we?

MORGANE: Well, wait.

We're waiting for the others, because
otherwise you know what happens:

I have to repeat myself
and it's annoying. Okay?

Shall we wait a bit?

Ah!

Perfect! So...

Pauline de Maesker, Barbara.
Barbara, Pauline de Maesker.

- What's going on?
- Yeah- no, so like I said to Barbara,

I'm waiting for everyone, otherwise
if I start I have to repeat everything,

blah blah blah. Okay?

We'll wait five minutes,
they won't be long.

Hey! Took you long enough!

- He doesn't live next door.
- Fine.

So: Yanis, Pauline de Maesker, Barbara.

Barbara, Pauline de Maesker: Yanis.

So, Pauline, imagine that Yanis
was carpooling with your husband.

And here we find ourselves in
Oversized Evidence

of the Judicial Police, where we keep—

DRUM ROLL

—Gauthier's car!

That all of you recognize.

I suggest we now do a reenactment
by getting into the car.

MORGANE: Okay? Let's go, great,

make sure to fasten your seatbelt.

- I don't understand, did I do something?
- No no, not at all!

No no, we just want to talk with you
a little, learn a little more about you.

What we want is to tell you about

childhood memories, to get to
know each other a little better—

—well, like you and Gauthier!

Because Gauthier often
took Yanis carpooling.

So inevitably, they ended up
confiding intimate things to each other,

even a little embarrassing.
LAUGHS

Stuff about harassment,

a little accident at a wedding,
with a knife at their throat.

Yeah yeah, he wet himself
in front of everyone.

- H- how do you know that?

- Oh, I'm teasing you!

You see, in stressful situations
you struggle with your stuttering.

But now you have
coping mechanisms.

At the crime scene, I noticed

you clenching your fists
like this to concentrate.

CARTOON AGITATION

- Wait, I don't understand.
- What don't you understand?

- Gauthier wasn't the stutterer, it's Yanis! Huh?

Pauline, your husband wasn't a stutterer.

No, he just copied the story
of his TandemCar passenger

to convince Barbara to bump off Rick.

- You mean, I didn't k*ll a scumbag?

- No.
I know, it's upsetting.

Yeah.
ALMOST LAUGHS

So, you'll say to me:

'But how come Gauthier
was so angry with his cousin Rick?'

Well, picture this: there's a
biographical element I completely missed,

an element common to Rick and Gauthier.

It's that the guys had both
stopped smoking cigarettes!

The cigarettes!

We know Gauthier
had just stopped smoking

because Pauline could
no longer stand the smell,

because of her father's death.
But we also know

that Rick had also quit smoking.

HONK

MORGANE:
Quite the coincidence, huh? Or not.

MORGANE:
In fact, the two of them saw each other

at the funeral of Gauthier's grandmother.

Ever since, they were lovers.

Ha! The bourgeois woman and the "bad boy"!

Classic Harlequin novel stuff, huh?
LAUGHS

Only, Pauline wasn't discreet enough.

And Gauthier noticed.
What worse could she do to him?

He, who had spent his
whole life escaping his environment!

He'd finally managed to
get rid of his redneck family,

and you fall in love
with his biker cousin!

So there, he asked Barbara to k*ll him.

When Barbara told him
she regretted what they had done,

Pauline heard everything!

Pauline decided to take revenge.

SIREN SQUAWKS

There it is.

BARBARA: I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

- What a blunder.

FOOTSTEPS
DOOR CLOSES

LANDLINE RINGS

- Gilles? We need to talk.

BREATHES HARD
- Totally, me too.

- My pills?

- ((Yes?))
- I'm stopping.

- Huh?
- I'm stopping taking them.

I thought about it.

And for you,

I'm ready to take the plunge.

- What 'plunge'?

- We're going to have a child!

PLAINTIVELY
- Really?

THEY LAUGH,
HIM NERVOUSLY

. . .

- But, no.

- What did I tell you?
Exactly two hours!

Come on, we're even ten minutes early,

the daycare girls are going to freak out!
LAUGHS

- What a boost: 10 minutes early
on 2 hours late, what an achievement.

- You're incredible.
Always seeing the glass half empty,

you talk like my mother!

Meanwhile,

we've passed quite a milestone today!
- Really?

- Yeah, I'm proud of you, Karadec.
- Which?

- You managed to drop Leo off
at daycare twice the same day.

Hats off!
- Hmm.

Admirable, indeed.

WIPERS SQUEAK

EVOCATIVE BRAZILIAN
SAMBA MUSIC

SAMBA GRINDS TO HALT

- Stop! Stop that!

I know what you're thinking, and
we thought it was a huge load of bullshit,

did we say so or not?
- Ah, yes, absolutely.

- Well, yes!
- Well, yes.

We're colleagues, what
do we do if it doesn't work, huh?

I have no desire to quit,

and you? No!
- No.

No, that goes without saying. No need to...
- Well, there you go!

- ...beat around the bush.

- Especially since we're roommates,
I have no desire to end up on the street.

So we're sticking to it!

- Because, you... intend to...
- To?

- Stay?

- Are we disturbing you?
- No.

- The heck?
- No.

- Yes?
- No, I didn't say that.

- Clearly we bother you!
- Not at all!

- Yes, clearly we bother you!

- Obviously we have a child
now, so that changes everything.

- Oh yes, that's for sure,
'it changes everything,' it's
going to be more complicated

for you to run away like
you used to do every time. Yes!

- Don't get me started
on the subject, because

it was you who left, there
was no news for 6 months!

- So sorry! But it's good you
get me started on the subject,

you can tell me why you kissed
me when I got off that f*cking ferry,

only to dump me two
hours later, huh? Huh, huh?

- I really wanted to!
- AHA! And that's a valid reason, huh?

- I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T KNOW!

EVOCATIVE BRAZILIAN
SAMBA MUSIC

. . .

DAPHNÉ: Are you okay?

WEARY
- Yeah...

- Did she dump you?
GILLES: Well, no, not really, no.

I can't take it anymore, I...
CELINE: So I read the report.

Rick's wife was sleeping
with Gauthier, it's crazy!

- It was Gauthier's wife who slept with Rick.

- Yes, in a nutshell that's what I said.
- Mmm...

- In any case, this
investigation wasn't easy,

so congratulations because
you made short work of it.

- That's for sure.

And then we're happy to see
that the Commander is back,

- Ah.
- Because I admit that I found him

a little distracted these last few days.
- That's true

PHONE BEEPS,
CALLING TONES

Yeah, he needed to get back on his feet,

learn to distinguish between
work and personal life— ah!

MOBILE RINGS
Well, speak of the devil! Heh!

- Oh, good!
- A video call? A surprise or what?

- Hello!

- Hey!

SAMBA BEGINS

Oh!

- What is it?

- What is that?
- No, I don't know!

CRINGE/SHOCK

- Gilles, turn it off!

- Oh no! But-

- Cut it off!

DAPHNÉ: Cut it!
CROSSTALK

- Cut!
CROSSTALK

- Cut it!
SCREAMS

SAMBA STOPS

BEEEEP