05x03 - Effet barnum

[bunniefuu]

MOBILE RINGS, VIBRATES
BURNING LOVE BY DENNIS LINDE

BURNING LOVE BY DENNIS LINDE

ADAM: Yes, Gilles?

No, you're not waking me up.

A crime scene? Very good,

send me the address, please?

Yes— tell Morgane, because
I'm not sure I'll run into her.

Morgane?

- Morgane?
- STARTLED Oh!

. . .

- No! Okay, you watched TV yesterday!
This weekend, tonight, I decide!

and it will be the... Iranian film.

. . .

- ...all this to say that the
guy couldn't be in Singapore.

So it's clear, huh? The husband lied.

- Oh! Uh, I forgot, can you buy cond-?

FORCED CHEERFUL
- Capellini! Very good idea, I'll get Italian.

GILLES: They sell pasta at the pharmacy now.
DAPHNÉ: Mmm.

BURNING LOVE CONTINUES

CELINE: So... thanks for coming.
I have a few little things for you.

Now then, there's this;

SEXUAL HEALTH,
EVEN AT WORK!

and this again;

SEXUAL HARASSMENT:
MY DUTIES,
MY RIGHTS

and this one. There you go.
That covers everything.

AND PERMISSION?

. . .

CHUCKLES
- What is this?

- Well, these are brochures that
HR asked me to distribute to you.

And then we will sign a waiver
stating that the hierarchy

has been informed of your
relationship, and we'll be good.

- No...
- Uh...

LAUGHING
I think there's a big misunderstanding here!

We're completely... Listen, uh...

- It's a-
- A complete misunderstanding!

CROSSTALK

- ...our daily lives.
CROSSTALK

- You called Gilles by mistake
from your car three weeks ago.

On video.
SAMBA

CALLING TONES

DISGUSTED CROSSTALK

- What? Wh-

SIGHS

Nonsense! Deepfake!
Completely deepfa-

Do you know what deepfake is?
Because we did a whole investigation

last year, so it'd be good
if it were useful to us!

Typical, typical example of deepfake!
I'm really gonna file a complaint!

- Morgane? It's okay, we...

Uh, Celine, uh, actually,

I've started a relationship with Morgane.
- Ah, thank you. That's what I like.

So I'll write that you and Morgane came to
inform me that you started a relationship.

- A sexual relationship, absolutely.

- Not that, uh...
- Of course, sorry, right. We're roommates,

co- parents,

and, uh, co-workers, HR already knows this.

- Very good, so I'll
write that you're co-workers,

roommates and co-parents,
having recently started

a sexual relationship. Does that work?
- Yes?

- Morgane, does that work for you?

- Well, yeah... Well... yeah.

- I have everything I need.

MELUSINE: Help! Please!

- Can you see what's happening?

- I need to talk to someone, it's urgent!

GILLES: What is it?

- It was a crime, an as*ault.

- You're the victim of an as*ault?

- No, I saw a man, he
was hurting a young woman.

He's brunette. He had
a mustache. A piercing here.

His name is... Brad... Brad...
Bradley. It says so on his T-shirt.

He's dangerous, you have to stop him!

- Okay, okay.
- Calm down, ma'am.

This attack took place where and when?

- I don't know.
- What do you mean you don't know?

- It's a dark place.

I see yellow flowers.

Mimosas.

And a spaceship.

- Okay...
- Okay, uh...

the scene you're talking
about, did you see it or not?

- The spirits showed me.

- Ah, there you go! - They're never wrong.

You must find this man and woman!
MORGANE: Yes!

- Please!

- Oh, well there you go! 'Mélusine Lelièvre,

clairvoyant, medium and fortune teller.'

Do you know what that means?
- No. - No.

- That we're going to get free readings!

Do you also do money problems?

Coffee grounds?
Pendulums, do you do pendulums?

- Gilles, will you inform Daphné about ...
- Mm-hmm.

- Tea leaves?
- ...about the witness?

- Palm lines?

- Someone will come see to you, ma'am.

- Okay, I'll give you three
numbers, tell me if you
have a flash, okay? Uh-

- Listen to me, please!

- That's all we do here.
So then: 3, 24, 12.

See anything? No? So?

HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

DAPHNÉ: In any case, you
did really well in coming to see us.

BARNUM EFFECT

Can you describe the suspect to me?

- His name is Brad, it is written.

He's number 12.

- Number 12, like the Hanged Man card?

- Yes, that's it.
- Yeah.

- Daphné, it'd be good to speed up,
we have three reports to finish

on the family-
- Gilles!

I'm busy actually.
- All right-

- I see the name of the street.

HE GRUMBLES

It's the name of a writer.

- A writer... A writer-
- Victor Hugo.

- No, no, Emile Zola.
- Hold on, while we're here,

will you read my palm?

Because I always dreamed of knowing if
I was going to become rich and famous.

So?

Is there something?

- A ghost will contact you.

- Wow! Downright!

- Strong, strong.

- Listen to him, you
won't get a second chance.

- Wooo! Word up, a ghost!

Like... Dalida? Michael Jackson?
- I don't know.

- Morgane, excuse me, we're
conducting an investigation here,

is there a way to
stay a little focused?

- Hold on, uh...
Amy Winehouse? Jim Morrison?

CLAPS
Filip from 2Be3!

- They talk to me.
- 'They talk.'

- The spirits gave me a
sequence of numbers and letters.

DAPHNÉ: All right.

- 'E, S, 6, 0, 9, O, Z.'

I think it's a license plate.

- Forget it, she's a bogus psychic.
- Morgane, please!

- Don't forget, there's
no O on French license plates!

No, there's no O, no I, no U. Why?

Because the cops are
afraid of mixing them up

with zero, 1, and V on their tickets.

I know something about it, because when

Eliott wanted to put 'BII111TE,'

c*ck

FART
'PR000UT,'

NUTS
.

NUTS
and NUTS— well, they wouldn't.

and NUTS on ours— well, they wouldn't.

- Well no.
- I must've misunderstood.

- She must've misunderstood!

- Wait, I'll ask them again.

- Oh, that's it: go ask
them again— somewhere else.

Sorry to twist your arm, we're really
overwhelmed with work, I'm sorry.

GILLES: No, truly, I'd
rather not. I'll see you out.

- I have a residence,
Les Mimosas, on Rue Emile Zola!

MORGANE: Yes, Daphné,
she's a bogus psychic!

- Thought we'd never
get rid of her. Where
are you going?

- To do my
job, Gilles!

MOBILE RINGS

- Yes, hello?
SERGE: Morgane?

Yes, it's me, it's your father.
- Why are you calling me

at my job? I remind you that
you were supposed to disappear!

- Calm down.

I wanted to give you some news.

As I will be in Lille next week,

I thought... it would be nice...

to see each other.

- I can't talk to you, my colleagues
might hear, so "ciao," that's it!

- A ghost will contact you.

- Oh f*ck, the ghost.

Hey! Daphné!

Wait, wait for me, I'm coming!

DAPHNÉ: Stop! Stop, stop there!

Hold it!

The house! Les Mimosas!

- I see yellow flowers. Mimosas.

- And there's a spaceship, like she said!

- And a spaceship.

- It's here for sure, it's here for sure!
- Wait! Oh my...

Okay, all right. The door,
it's me who shuts it? Huh?

And the flasher, is
that yours truly too? Flasher...

Police!

You wouldn't have seen a man
who was about to commit a crime?

BETTY: Uh, no.
- Are you sure,

his name is Bradley, or Bradson?

With a mania for the number 12?

- No, sorry, I don't have
any dark relationships at all.

- A sexual relationship, absolutely.

- Not that, uh...

Say, Daphné, seeing as
we're having a great time

between friends, I was saying to myself-
- Apartment 12!

- ...I realize that Karadec and I
may not have been very discreet,

and maybe that, suddenly,
you realized that, well, him and I-

- That you're sleeping together?

I'm not joking, Morgane:
everyone knows.

- Yeah, actually, it's a bit more,
let's say that he and I are-

- "Sex friends"? Thank you.

- Yeah? So what exactly
do you mean by "sex friends"?

because I have the impression
that it's still a little bit of a concept.

WOMAN SCREAMING

Okay...

POUNDS ON DOOR

- POLICE!
. . .

HEY-

WOMAN SCREAMING

- Uh... he's not a 'Brad.'

- Uh, no. No, my name is Jorrick.

SCREAMING FROM VIDEO

Are you from HADOPI*?
* ANTI-PIRACY AGENCY

I promise, this is the first
time I've downloaded illegally.

- Well, uh, Daphne,

it's clearly not him,
we'll leave him alone.

MONSTER SOUNDS,
SCREAMING FROM VIDEO

- Good evening.
- Thank you.

- It doesn't matter, it's not him.
- Well, no.

- (f*ck. My cup, where is it?)
MUSIC PLAYING

Uh, where is it?

- What ?

- Where is it?

- What do I know about
where you put it, Karadec?

- If it was there I left it it would
be on the shelf in the kitchen.

. . .

Well there it is,
put anywhere, as usual.

What is this?

Oh no, Eliott's retainer, it's disgusting!

Eliott, didn't I tell you
not to touch my things?

- Oopsie...
ELIOTT: Sorry !

- It's noisy.
. . .

Almost as much as this night.

- Huh? Uh... what are you saying?
. . .

- The walls are thin.

And frankly, between the creaking
bed and the noise he makes when-

- No, no no no no, I don't want
to have this conversation with you.

No, no, no! No-oo!
. . .

THEA LAUGHS
- No!

- Okay! Okay...
- Stop!

ADAM: Thea, turn that music down,
we can't hear each other anymore!

. . .

ADAM: Less loud, please!

SOFTLY
- Very well, listen,

since you're absolutely
insisting we have this conversation,

um... Well, can we say
that what you heard— uh,

according to you—

—was, was something purely physical?

Yeah, or was—

—something a little more serious?

ALSO SOFTLY
- I don't know!

Are you exclusive or not?

- What?

- Does he sleep with other girls or not?

Have you checked if
he deleted his dating apps?

- Théa, we're talking
about Karadec, not Casanova!

- Yes, I mean, I think he
cheated on Roxane with you, right?

- Okay.

Remind me in the future not to
share everything with you, okay?

MUSIC CONTINUES, LOUDER

MUSIC FADES

- I've been
researching all night

and I found twelve homes named
'Les Mimosas' in France, including

one in Toulouse 30 min. from Space City.*
* PUBLIC SCIENCE CENTER

- Let it go Daphné, she's crazy.

- No, I'm still going to call the
local police station, it might be worth it.

HORROR MUSIC STING

AFIDA: Have you seen Gilles?

- Uh, no...
- SOFTLY Oh f*ck, because

I'm ovulating right now!

He's not here? Okay,
(he's not here; f*ck, annoying.)

Annoying, because I need
to get pregnant this week

if I want to get my summer
body back for this summer. (f*ck!)

- Uh...

- Gilles?
This can't go on.

It's not possible, you have to tell her.

You take her to a restaurant,
you say, 'I don't want to have children,'

and you dump her, that's it.

- Hold on, FYI it's also
a little your fault that I'm here.
MOBILE RINGS

- Sorry?

- 'Sorry'? No, it's 'yes'-

Hello? Yes.

A crime scene, you say?

Do you have the victim's identity?

What name did you say?

Our psychic has several
fractures and head trauma.

We think she fell from
the bridge late last night.

She was calling out for help
and I treated her like trash!

- No, wait, the gal didn't tell us that
she was the one who was going to die.

If she's not gonna be specific, well...!
- Any witnesses?

- Yes, a homeless man who was
sleeping there. Daphné's questioning him.

ADAM: Daphné, what
are you doing in the field?

- Well, my job, Commander.

Um... the witness
didn't see the m*rder, but

he saw a white minivan around
midnight, which fits with the number 12.

Forensics found this child's barrette
on the ground 30 feet from the body.

It's a sunflower, a yellow flower. Who
says yellow flowers have to be mimosas?

And for the spaceship,
I checked, there are

at least three UFO reports in
the area over the past 40 years.

- Okay, great. And... Find anything
interesting in the victim's mobile?

- Nothing at all.

On the other hand, the
victim received calls and texts,

but only until 9 pm.
After that it suddenly stopped,

as if she had entered a white zone.*
* DEAD ZONE

- A white zone.* Like with a UFO?
DEAD ZONE

- We can't prove that, but...

we can't rule it out.

X-FILES-ish THEME STING

- OK, fine Agent Mulder, great—

—in short, 'the truth is out there.'

In the meantime, the woman
hasn't been abducted by a UFO,

she just has two numbers.

Because look, here.

All the incoming or outgoing
exchanges with her customers

always take place between 10am and 9pm.
ADAM: Mm-hmm.

- Exactly as written on her business card.

HOME CONSULTATIONS,
7 DAYS A WEEK,
10 AM-9 PM

Yes! Just look here—

—see the little scratches
on the SIM card tray?

- Mm-hmm.
- That means she

spent time changing it:
Open it, close it, open, close.

So she must've had a
SIM card for her personal calls.

So, wait— wouldn't she put it...

Bingo!
TRIUMPHANT LAUGH

Here Karadec, take over,
I'll ruin my nails. There.

- Sure. I'll give you this-
- There, the second SIM card!

- Okay; great...
- Yeah... the second one...

- 18 missed calls
from an 'Anna Matisse'

in the hours before her death.

A client who had her personal number?

GILLES: 'Anna Matisse'...

She drives a white minivan,

like the one our witness saw.

- 18 missed calls,
5 voice messages,

and 29 texts in one evening.

Would you mind explaining to
me why you absolutely had to speak

to Mélusine yesterday,
the evening of her death?

- A co-worker invited
me to her birthday party

and I wanted to know
what she thought about it.

- 'What she thought'? I don't understand.

- Whether she advised me to go or not.

Maybe it was an opportunity
to meet someone, so,

I wanted to know her opinion.

SIGHS, SNIFFLES

I know what you're thinking.

But Mélusine was an incredible medium.

For example, four years ago when we met,

she immediately identified me.

She, she immediately saw

that I was a hypersensitive
person, and that

I had experienced a breakup.

- What'd I tell you, she was real,
we should've listened to her.

- No, but Gilles, seriously, can't
you see this girl is in full Barnum Effect?

- 'Bar-what Effect'?
- 'Barnum Effect.'

It's a cognitive bias that makes us
believe that completely generic information

that could be addressed to anyone
is specifically addressed to us.

And that's how the
psychics reel in their clients:

Because we agree if everyone
convinced you're hypersensitive

has been dumped, well, that
makes a lot of potential suckers.

- She predicted a lot of things to me.

Three months ago,

she said I was going to
experience a big change in my life,

and here I just moved.
And also last year, when she told me

that I was going to meet a man
older than me, but it wasn't going to last,

well, I met a man who was
two years older than me,

and it didn't last because
I found out he was married.

- No, but you see, seriously,

70% of women are with men
older than them: big Barnum.

- I'll hold. Of course, of course the
Barnum Effect also explains astrology,

the Marseilles Tarot, the memory of water-
- Well, 'the memory of water'?

Let's talk about it,
because that's where the

category 'big scientific
scam' comes from!

CROSSTALK

- Why don't you read a little, Morgane?

CROSSTALK
- Okay, great!

- Mélusine and I had
a special relationship.

And it reassured me so
much to be able to talk to her.

How could I have k*lled her?

- A witness saw a white minivan like yours

near where Mélusine's body was found.

Where were you last night?

- At home.

I didn't go out all evening.

And a white minivan is common, right?

Mélusine predicted a
great injustice for me

in 2025, this must be
what she was talking about.

- Wait, seriously Daphné?

We're going to talk
about Nostradamus? Okay!

A guy who talks about dragons
and 500 years later we think,

'Oh, yes, obviously he
was talking about World w*r II!'

- Oh!
- Hello, what? Huge Barnum!

- 'Barnum'! It's because of narrow-minded
people like you that Mélusine died.

When I think that
maybe she can hear us-

Yes, I'm holding!

- Mélusine, can
you hear us?

- Yes, I said brown hair,
mustache, with a piercing.

- Oh, I swear...
What nonsense.

- Six reports?

Can you email me
the photofits? Thank you.

- What's going on, Daphné?

- I sent the description of
the attacker that Mélusine saw

to all the police stations in Lille,
and the one in Wazemmes

replied that a matching individual

has been reported
six times in recent months.

- Reported for what type of offense?

- Street harassment.
Always the same MO.

The guy approaches
women at night in the street

with aggressive sexual remarks
and follows them on his scooter.

DAPHNÉ:
The suspect has never been identified, but

colleagues in Wazemmes recovered CCTV

of one of the incidents
from two months ago.

GILLES:
We can't see the scooter's license plate.

Sorry, but there are plenty of
dark-haired guys with piercings.

- The girl, there, who he starts following:

We met her yesterday in
the building you dragged me to.

Okay, we'll question him, but quick, huh?

Because in my opinion,
we're in full Barnum here.

- Uh-huh?

- You don't know the 'Barnum Effect'?
- No.

- Oh, well then I'll explain it to you.
- Yeah.

- The Barnum Effect is actually
when we hear something very general,

and we're convinced
it's aimed at us in particular.

Know what I mean?
TEXT ALERT

- Are you exclusive or not?

- Is there a problem?
- No. Want something?

- What is it?

- Does he sleep with other girls or not?

- So, the Barnum Effect, it's based
on clairvoyance, horoscopes. Well,

for example, I'll give you an example.

If I tell you you're a Libra
and therefore faithful in love,

or even exclusive,

well, you'd recognize yourself, huh?

But that doesn't make me
the new Élizabeth Teissier,* right?
* ASTROLOGER

HE KNOCKS
- Not really, no.

- There you go!
- No.

- Yes, but 'no' what?

There were two parts to
my sentence so, I don't know.

- Hello, Cmdr Karadec from the
Judicial Police; Morgane Alvaro.

- Hello?
- Can we talk to you right now?

Do you know this woman?

- No. Sorry. Why?

- She was k*lled last night,
and we're looking into this man,

who is shown in this photofit.
Is he familiar?

- No, I'm sorry. Not at all.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

- He's been reported to us
several times for street harassment.

We found CCTV video

in which he follows a woman
who looks like you on a scooter.

BETTY: A scooter?
No, I didn't see him

- Um, excuse me for insisting, but
our victim claimed to be clairvoyant.

Just before she died she came to
see me, to tell me she had a vision

of a woman being attacked by this man.

And in her vision it was
happening in your building.

SOFTLY
- Karadec, can I talk to you?

- Yes, of course. Excuse me.

HE AHEMS

- (What's up?)
- (She's clearly a zero-waste enthusiast.)

THE ZERO WASTE
REVOLUTION

((Look!))

(Her kitchen has a lot of packaging,)

ADAM: (Mm-hmm.)
- (as if she has all her food delivered.)

(In my opinion,
she doesn't go out anymore.)

(Or just to take out
the trash, and even then,

she avoids the garbage room
and takes it directly outside.)

- (Weird, isn't it?)
- Mm-hmm.

- The guy on the scooter,

he followed you here, right?

- I don't want to talk about it.

- I understand, but if this
man hurt you, maybe we can help.

- Listen, I know the cops

are very low-key on this subject, but,

I assure you, you can talk to him.

- I was coming home from a friend's house,

and that's when he started
approaching me in the street.

He had been drinking, I think.

I tried to ignore him, but
it made him really aggressive.

So I thought that if I talked
to him he'd calm down, but really,

no, it just encouraged him.

ADAM: You have nothing
to blame yourself for.

Do you feel able to
tell us what happened next?

- We arrived in front
of the lobby of my building.

And he wanted to go up with me.

And...

I didn't want to upset him,
so I told him I had a boyfriend.

He asked me my boyfriend's name,

and I didn't know how to answer.

It's so stupid!

We got here.

In my hallway, he pushed
me into the garbage room,

and I started screaming, shouting,

He clamped his hands around my neck.

And... I stopped resisting.

When it was over,
I didn't know what to do.

So I went inside and took a shower.

Then I looked on the internet,

and I saw that by doing that
I had erased all the evidence.

And the next day I thought,

'Okay I have to go to
the police station.' Only...

Well, I stayed home.
And then it was too late.

- Thank you for speaking to us.

I promise, we'll do
whatever we can to find him.

ADAM: Hello.
- Hello.

- Cmdr Karadec of the
Crime Squad. Were you at home

on the evening of November 4?
- Sorry?

Could you repeat that?
I'm completely deaf.

- November 4?
The day before midterms,

I studied all evening
with my headphones on.

- Hello.
ADAM: Hello, Cmdr Karadec, Crime Squad.

- Say that again, I can't
hear anything at all!

- Right: mom, where were you on the
evening of November 4? At home?

- Sorry, I moved in two weeks
ago, I didn't live here then.

- So no one in the building saw anything?

Listen, send the photofit
to all the patrols,

whether this guy is connected to
the m*rder or not, we have to find him.

Very good, we'll talk again later, huh?

BOTH: AH!

- Gilles, what are you doing here?
- (Sssh! She'll hear!

Afida's looking for me!)

- Have you seen Gilles?

- Please don't tell her I'm here!

- Oh Gilles, "stop," really!
I've had enough!

Between Morgane and Karadec
making "sex tapes," and you and Afida,

I'm not paid to manage
everyone's relationship problems!

Know what? You're going to
find your girlfriend and talk to her!

Act like an adult! AFIDA!
- (Sssh sssh!)

- You don't know what she's capable of!

She's been to prison!
- But Gilles, LAUGHS

Afida's a police officer,
she can't have been in prison.

- Oh yes, right, what you
say makes sense, true.

Wait, I got the impression
that's where she met Morgane.

- Hold on, how can that
be where she met Morgane?

Didn't HR send her?

- Uh... yes.

But... no, I must've misunderstood.

I'm going to get back, I have work-
- Gilles?

- Sit down, the two of us
are going to have a little chat.

- Really?

FUNERAL MARCH BY CHOPIN

. . .

TV

- That's it, I finally finished the dishes.
YAWNS

I'm going to bed.

- Yeah?

- Well... good night.

- Good night.

BOTH: See you tomorrow.

- Yes, good night, huh?

- Good night, kids.

- Good night.

TV OFF

- So are you exclusive or not?

- (Théa, you're annoying.
We're not discussing this!)

- Okay, you didn't ask him, right?
- Well, I...

- Eliott, what's his phone code?

ELIOTT: 54-19.

- No no! Don't mess around,
Thea, put that back.

Put that back!

I remind you, the last time
I looked through his emails

it ended very badly, so
now we respect privacy, huh?

Come on, don't mess around!

Okay, well, I don't approve.

There you go, okay, I'm not here, I
don't hear anything, I'm not in the know.

THÉA:
Messages from work. A small meditation app.

HELLO ADAM!
A LITTLE BREAK?

- What? No no no!
- Hey, there's no dating app.

- Hey, well there you go! Put it back now!

- Wait, what's this?
- I don't want to know.

((I don't believe this.))

HERE ARE THE DETAILS
OF YOUR RESERVATION
IN LILLE FOR 8 PM

- He got an email from Airbnb.
He rented an apartment

for tomorrow at 8 pm.

- What do you mean he rented
an apartment for the evening?

What for?
- I don't know, but

he rented it two weeks
ago, the time he said

he was supposedly stuck
at work. And last Tuesday too.

There's a passcode
for the key box.

If you want we can
maybe go and search it.

- No, no, no!
TEXT ALERT

Who is it? A girl?
- It's Daphné.

- Huh?
- She left a voicemail.

- Ah.

She's asking him to
join her at the station,

to question a key witness.

She asks him not to talk to you about it.

- Well, why?

- Very well. Very well, Angélique, another
department must have sent her to us.

No need to dig further, thank you.

It's a disaster.

HR never confirmed Afida's file.

This means that her entire CV is fake.

If the prefect learns
that for six months I used

an ex-convict without realizing...

- Will you fire her because of me?

- Fire her?

Not at all.
Follow me here, Gilles:

a dismissal involves a procedure,
a procedure attracts attention.

No no, she has to leave on her own.
- Mmm.

- She has to leave on her own because...

AGITATED
Because what? Heh. Because...

Because she will have her heart broken.

- How are you going to break her heart?

Oh no!
- Yes, Gilles.

- Oh no...
- Yes.

MORGANE: Surprise, it's me!
DAPHNÉ: No. No, no.

MORGANE: What 'no'?
DAPHNÉ: Well— no!

MORGANE: No.
DAPHNÉ: No?

- Sorry, but if you invite Karadec, I don't
see why I wouldn't be here, huh?

- You're gonna bore us with your Barnum Effect!
- No!

- That's it, fine!

- What's going on?
We can't hear ourselves!

- Oh, well there you go!
- Take a seat.

BANGING

- Oh, she must be waiting.

- What is this mess?

- Well, Mélusine.

Morgane, you can stay because someone
needs to make the circle. And you shut up.

- Am I dreaming? You're organizing
a séance in my Directorate?

- But Mélusine is our
only reliable witness.

- Well, uh...

- I think it's high time to re-interview her,

so do you have a better lead to explore?

- Uh...

- No.

- All right, but quickly.
GILLES GRUMBLES

- Hee hee!

- Ssshh! Really calm!

- Yes.
- Yeah.

DAPHNÉ: I summon you
to me, light soul, freed from matter,

powerful and knowing mind.

Mélusine, if you
are here, give us a sign.

- No, wait wait wait, we should
start with someone famous.

Well, like Lady Di.

So we can ask her
who Harry's real father is.

- No, actually, we're not going to do that.

We shut up, Morgane, we put
our index fingers on the mug.

- Thppt. "Boring."

- Wait, that's weird, a mug.
Normally it's a glass.

GILLES GRUMBLES

DAPHNÉ: Sorry, with all due
respect, we don't care, it's just a vector.

- Yes, well, we do things right, or
we don't. We're in the PJ, after all.

(Let's go.)
- Can we get going?

Are we ready? Focused? All right.
- Mm-hmm.

DAPHNÉ:
Mélusine, if you are in the room,

you can enter the circle.

MORGANE MAKES
HOLLOW RINGING SOUND

GILLES: Mmm.
GLASS SLIDING

- Gilles, how old are you?

- It's not me!
DAPHNÉ: It's J.

- Sssh!

- She repeats J.

'JJ'? What does JJ mean?

GILLES GASPS

- 'JJ'?

Grandma S!

My grandmother called me
JJ when I was little! JJ!

Grandma? Is that you?
GLASS SLIDING

GLASS SLIDING

- R.

. . .

CELINE: A.
. . .

CELINE: D.
. . .

. . .

- I? 'Radishes'?
Did grandma like radishes?

No.

'Radiator.' 'Radiator'!

Yes! Grandma was always next
to the radiator, I'm sure it's her!

- We don't really want to talk to your
grandmother, we're investigating here.

Grandma, are you all right? How are you?

Oh my, grandma! Are you with grandpa?
GLASS SLIDING

NO
GLASS SLIDING

Well, so then where is Grandpa?

- Ma'am, you'll have to clear the line
because we're actually on a case.

- So, excuse me, but if
we talk to Gilles's grandmother

I don't see why we can't talk to Lady Di.

- We're not talking to
Gilles's grandma or Lady Di,

because we're talking to Mélusine!

We want to talk to Mélusine!

Mé-lu-si-ne!

CIRCUIT TRIPS,
THEY SHRIEK

THEY SHRIEK

- Gilles, I have the feeling that
we have an electrical problem, right?

That's it, clearly we're wasting our time.

I'll leave you, COUGHS I... That's it.

- Me too, I... It's...

DAPHNÉ: No, don't be afraid!

It's not the electricity! It's not!

Mélusine wants to talk to us!

MÉLUSINE:
His name is Brad... It says so...

He's number 12.

- She just wants to talk to us!

- Daphné, can you check
if there is a bar that is showing

the American Football championship tonight?

ONGOING BAR NOISE

- Morgane, can you please
explain to me? This bar is annoying!

- Do we agree that all the
attacks linked to our suspect

always take place on
specific days of the week?

- I don't know, I don't know.
- Well, yes!

MORGANE: Yes, Sundays,
Mondays and Thursdays.

And always after 10 pm.

What do these three days have in common?

CHEERLEADER
Heeeyyy... A-mer-i-can Foot-ball!

- It isn't!

- They're NFL game days!
No, I'll explain!

Fridays and Saturdays are reserved
for university or high school games.

There's a law about it from 1961.
- Really?

- So, NFL games are played
on Sundays, Mondays, Thursdays,

in the afternoon or evening.

And with the time difference—?
- It's 7 pm or midnight.

Yeah, the times of the attacks!

The guy comes, he drinks—
bam, he watches the game,

he relaxes, he gets a little worked up,

he leaves and attacks the girls.
- Exactly! Okay, so,

Mélusine told us the
attacker's name was Brad.

And she mentioned the number 12.
- 12.

- Okay, except 'Brad'
isn't actually the guy's name.

- No?
- It's the name on his T-shirt, the 12!

Besides, it's not 'Brad,' it's 'Brado'!

'Tym Brado'!

The super-handsome "quarterback"
who won four Super Bowls! Ha!

Yes!

- I don't know.
- Really!

- Daphné, he was going out
with a super-hot Brazilian model!

- I don't know who that is!

- Frankly, Daphné, you
have to get out of your hovel.

- 'Brad,' okay!
- Totally!

So, so so so,

our r*pist is an A-me-ri-can football fan!

And since tonight, the Cincillali* Blue Falcons
* CINCINNATI?

meet the Night Hunters of New York!

And this bar is the only bar
in Lille showing the match,

my little finger tell me that—

—where is she?

DAPHNÉ: Don't move!
- Ah! CHUCKLES

There he is!

CHEERLEADER
WELL-DONE, DAPH-NÉ!

CHEERLEADER
YOU'RE-THE-BEST!

GREG: Are you going to
tell me what I'm doing here?

- Do you recognize these women?

- No. Sorry.

- Yet they accuse you of
harassing them in the street.

- 'Harassing'! Right away
to the big words! No no no.

No, I may have told them that I
found them charming, cute. But that's all.

We can still flirt, right?

- Flirting, yes. But making
insistent sexual propositions

to strangers in the street
isn't flirting, Mr Vasseur.

It's called a sexual act
and it's punishable by law.

- Okay, so give me a ticket.

- We're going to talk about Betty Brunet.

You really don't recognize her?

You followed her to
her house on November 4.

Once there you forced
her into the garbage room

and you r*ped her.
- Pffft! I have never, in my life.

No, she's a liar.
She's not even my type of girl!

No, seriously, I don't need
to force myself on anyone.

Plus, I'm a feminist!

I like women and everything.

I have a mother, sisters.

- All right.

You don't harass anyone,
you don't force anyone.

And you don't k*ll
anyone either, I imagine.

ADAM:
This woman is a medium. She came

to tell us she had a vision
of an attack on Betty Brunet.

She was found dead the same evening.

GREG: A medium?

AMUSED
- Wait, what's this all about?

It's not my fault, I don't know her.
- Obviously.

What were you doing the day before
yesterday between 8 pm and midnight?

- Uh... I was at home.

I was alone at home,
You have the wrong culprit.

- I'll bring Betty
Brunet for identification,

but since you're innocent
that shouldn't be a problem.

KNOCKS

FUNERAL MARCH BY CHOPIN

. . .

- So, where are we?

- Well, I've thought about it,
and I think it's better if I resign.

- No Gilles, we don't back down.

You want to leave her,
we said you'd leave her,
you're leaving her!

Is it clear? Do you understand?
- GRUMBLES Mmm.

- You need help. Here, I'm
going to do a little draft for you. Ah.

You need two or
three shocking sentences.

But be careful! Not 'you deserve
better,' or 'it's not you, it's me,'

No no no. You want dry. Sharp.

Definitive.
- ((Yes.))

- Yes. So, for example... there:

'Afida, you're suffocating
me. You're too clingy.'

- 'Clingy' is a bit strong.

I would say rather 'present'-

- 'Vulgar.' Yes, that's good...

- No...! I would say
'original,' 'a little eccentric'-

- 'Pathologically jealous,'
'unstable,' 'lazy'! ((Of course...))

- I'd say 'rather possessive,'
'impulsive,' and-

- And crazy!
- (Ssshh...!)

CELINE: Yeah. 'Crazy,' (that's good!)

And then I add that she was rude, huh?

Yeah, she'll never forgive you.
- ((Never.))

- Come on, let's go.

GILLES: Whew.

SHE SIGHS

You know what, Gilles?
For the first time in your life

you're going to
behave like a huge as*h*le!

- (But why?)
- Well, because it's an order.

Try to do it.

. . .

- What?
CELINE: sh*t.

Er, it's gone to the reception printer.

- (What?)

- It's not...
- ((Oh! No!))

(She took it!)
WHIMPERS

DOOR OPENS

CRUMPLING

- No...

It's not at all what you think-
SLAP

- I don't want to see
your f*cking face!

Is that clear? You
understand me correctly?

- We're going to go.
It'll be okay, we have solutions.

- Who got fat? It's
your f*cking patriarchy!

- Gilles, what got into you?

- What's wrong with you?

DOOR SLAMS

DECOMPRESSING SIGH

Pfft! (Hmm.)
LAUGHS

- (Well-)

- Thank you for agreeing to
come. I told you on the phone

that we arrested a man
who could be your attacker,

and we need your
help with identification.

Do you recognize these individuals?

BETTY: No, I don't recall him.

No.

They have light eyes.
I remember he had black eyes.

- Please take your time.

You suffered a trauma,

it's common in these cases
to be mistaken about a detail.

- No, it's not him.

I don't know anything about it, I'm sorry.

QUIETLY
It's him.

- Number 4? Are you sure?

- Does he have light eyes?
I thought they were black.

I need to get out of here.

- Yes, of course, my
colleague will see you out.

ADAM: Thank you, that helped a lot.

- Are we sending him to jail?

- We have enough on the r*pe
to refer him. But for the m*rder,

we still have nothing
tying him to Mélusine.

I'll try to put pressure
on him before I leave,

hopefully he'll see things more clearly.
TEXT ALERT

By the way, Morgane,

I'll be home a little later.

Um, my brother Sofiane asked
me for help installing his new TV.

- Okay.

At his place?

- Yes, at his place.

We'll eat together,

don't wait for me for dinner, all right?

- Okay.

No. No, no, I changed
my mind, we can't break in

like that, all right?
It doesn't make any sense.

One, it's ill*gal.
I risk losing my job, okay?

And then what? It's ridiculous!

I'm going to be banned from banking,
my children are going to be taken away—

—you want to end up in DASS?*
* SOCIAL SERVICES

Okay, let's go.

DOOR CLOSES

- There's a double bed, not a good sign.

- No, I know, this must
be his brother's apartment,

because Karadec told me
he was going to help him move in.

- So where are the
wheelchair accommodations?

DOOR BEING UNLOCKED

- It's him, mom! It's him!

- Come on!

SIGHS

- ((What the hell is he doing?))

- ((Is he waiting for someone?))

TV POWERS UP

SPEAKING FARSI

. . .

- Lucky tea makes you pee, huh?

I thought we'd never get out of there.

Well, at least you were right.
He doesn't have another girlfriend.

No, if you want, I can
look after Leo tonight

if you don't want to
come home right away.

- Yes, thanks, I'll walk a little.

BOTH: See you later!

MOBILE RINGS

SIGHS

SIGHS

What?
SERGE: Oh, Morgane,

uh, tell me, we really
should see each other,

because I, I have... a little problem.

- I know your 'problems' and
I don't want them anymore, so stop

harassing me.

- All right.

Well, I understand. Okay.

Well, I'll, I'll leave you alone then, huh?

SETS PHONE DOWN

SIGHS

SCOFFS

MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN

- What the hell are
we doing here Morgane?

- Do you remember the
license number Mélusine gave us?

- Well, not by heart, but-
- 'ES-609-OZ.'

- ES-609-OZ.

- And the number of
Greg the r*pist's scooter?

'BS-689-QZ.'
DAPHNÉ: Okay.

- Did it seem weird to you?
- Well, it sort of looks like that, but-

- Absolutely! Absolutely, it's similar,
like when you're cross-eyed!

Like Mélusine. Do you
know she had astigmatism?

All right,
it's a very weird mistake when

you're supposed to get your
info from the afterlife—agree?

Ever see an astigmatic spirit?

So, the r*pe wasn't seen by the spirits,

it was seen by Mélusine herself!

DISTURBANCE
BETTY: STOP!

FRENCH
INDISTINCT insulté s'il vous plaît !

Let me go!

Help me, please! Help me, please!

Help!

Let me go, help! Stop! I beg you.

NO! Help! Please!

Help!

- She saw Betty being
r*ped and said nothing?

- Seriously.

She saw everything
and didn't move her a*s.

Well, wait, she regretted it later.

Yes, it affected her,
she felt guilty like a big cow.

'Did the victim get away?' 'Did
they ultimately catch the guy?' Huh?

She couldn't sleep at
night, so she ended up doing

what she should've done from
the start, which was go to the cops.

But telling the truth
was getting complicated,

because she thought
she could be accused of

failure to assist a person in danger.

Hence, the idea of 'the ​​vision.'

- The spirits showed me.

- Well yes, since she was clairvoyant.

- The spirits gave me a
sequence of numbers and letters.

- But the problem was that
she told us and we didn't believe her.

So she had to move to plan B.

Oh, sh*t!

sh*t, I should've started there. Well yeah:

She's not a real psychic.

Wait, wait, don't move,
you're going to laugh, you'll see.

Pay attention: Ahem, ahem!

♪ Auntie Yoyo ♪
TATA YOYO BY ANNIE CORDY

♪ What's under your big hat? ♪
TATA YOYO BY ANNIE CORDY

Because— so, I told you, Mélu'
went to see the cops, and that

there were two or three people
who weren't very happy about it.

♪ Auntie Yoyo ♪

♪ In my head there are lots of birds ♪

I'm obviously talking about witnesses, huh?

♪ Tata Yoyo ♪

♪ I was told there is even a bell- ♪

- Is that noise almost over?

- Mrs Duchemin, you're not
so hard of hearing after all!

- Could you repeat that?
I'm completely deaf.

- We didn't notice or suspect it, huh?

You're the one who wrote
the little note there, complaining

about your neighbors flushing
the toilet past midnight.

PLEASE RESPECT
THE NEIGHBORHOOD,
DON'T FLUSH AT NIGHT

You see everything, huh?

♪ But I like it ♪

♪ When it ding ding dings
Like a samba ♪

- What's going on here? I work, huh!

♪ Ah-! ♪

Well, you too! You can hear
fine despite your headphones, huh?

- Wait, so there were three witnesses,
and no one said anything?

DAPHNÉ: But that's crazy!
BETTY SCREAMING

- STOP, please!

NO! NO!

NO!

- Yes, it's crazy.

It has a name, right?
'The Bystander Effect.'

Borough of Queens, New York.

On the night of March 13, 1964,

a young woman, Kitty Genovese,

is brutally stabbed in the street.

Her calls for help

were heard by more than
38 residents of neighboring buildings.

But nobody,

I mean, nobody,

intervened.

You don't believe it either.

However, two psychologists
have looked into this case,

and discovered

that in emergency situations,

our behavior to help is inhibited

by the presence of other people.

Everyone thinks, 'I don't give a
damn, the others will take care of it.'

As a result, nobody moves.

The same thing happened to Betty.

Because they, there, who've
been there all this time,

unlike Mélu,

they had no problem sleeping, huh?

They didn't go to the cops
to tell about their cowardice.

- So did they k*ll Mélusine
to prevent her from talking?

- No, it's not them.

No, that is the fourth witness.

- Morgane, you said there
were only three witnesses.

- ♪ But I like it ♪

♪ When it ding ding dings
Like a samba ♪

Hey, what is this?
Auntie Yoyo, can we sleep?

- But who is he?
MORGANE: No, so—

—it's not him, because he just moved in.

- Sorry, I moved in two weeks ago...

- But my fourth witness is the girl
who lived in that apartment before him.

The girl with whom Mélusine
had an appointment that evening

for a home consultation.

The girl who just moved out.

- ...and here I just moved.

- The girl who drove a white minivan.

- She drives a white minivan
like the one our witness saw.

- And above all, the girl
who harassed her with texts...

- 18 missed calls
from an 'Anna Matisse'-

- 'The evening of her death.'

- I'm an insomniac.

And when that happened,
I was on my second sleeping pill.

So I thought,

'If I get up, you're dead,
I'll never be able to get back to sleep.'

I was sure someone would help her.

- All the calls to Mélusine
on the day she died

weren't to talk to her
about the co-worker's birthday,

but to ask her to shut up?

That's why you wanted to k*ll her.

- No, not at all!
ADAM: Stop lying.

Your vehicle was been seen
at the crime scene that night.

- Mélusine arranged to meet me there.

She wanted me to join her in the complaint.

When I arrived, she was already dead.

I saw a man running away.

- So you remember seeing the m*rder*r
now that you're accused. Convenient.

- No, I'm telling the truth.
He had brown hair, he had black eyes,

a mustache, and a piercing. Here.

- Did you say black eyes?
- Yes? Why?

KNOCK, DOOR OPENS

- (I spoke to the two neighbors.)

(They say that Mélusine made
appointments with them for next week.)

(They saw a man running away
matching the r*pist's description.)

- (Okay, thanks Daphné.)

DOOR OPENS, CLOSES

BREATHES AUDIBLY

- I don't know what came
over me this morning,

but I really want to cook.

I did a lot of shopping.

And... I think that it's thanks to you.

So, thank you very much.

- Gregory Vasseur confessed to
raping you, he's in custody.

He'll go to the prosecutor.

- All right.
SMALL LAUGH

- He's also accused of the
m*rder of Mélusine Lelièvre,

the clairvoyant
you were told about.

ADAM: Three witnesses claim
to have seen him at the crime scene.

- All right.

And so?

- The description they
gave matches perfectly,

except for one detail.

They made a mistake about his eye color,

like you did when identifying him.

ADAM: Betty?
- Mm-hmm?

- Did Mélusine come to
see you the evening she died?

- No.

Why would she have?

ADAM: To apologize.

Because she saw everything,
Gregory's attack on you that evening.

She could have ended your nightmare,

but she did nothing.

I think you know, because
she came to tell you that evening.

Mélusine's injuries appear consistent
with a fall from the second floor.

And I think it was you who pushed her.

ADAM: Your neighbors moved
the body to cover for you,

I guess it was their way
of redeeming themselves.

I know the system is
not fair to r*pe victims, and that...

Grégory Vasseur risks receiving
a trivial sentence for what he did to you.

But believe me Betty, you
can't build your life on a lie,

It will eat you up.

ADAM:
Do you have something to tell me?

- No, I don't know what
you're talking about. Sorry.

- Listen Adam, I'm happy to
pass on your reservations to the judge.

But hey, between the
three consistent testimonies

and the total absence of material
evidence incriminating Betty,

I'd be surprised if they go down that path.

- OK, I understand.
MOBILE RINGS

CELINE:
Sorry, it's HR, I have to take it.

Yes? Angelique.
- Good evening Commissioner.

- Thank you for calling
me. So, if it concerns

the person at reception, well, it's sorted.

Guess what, it was a misunderstanding.

- No, sorry, I'm calling about the declaration
of an extra-professional relationship

between Cmdr Karadec
and Ms Alvaro that you sent me.

- Uh, yes. Tell me?

- In fact, we have a problem
with Ms Alvaro's contract.

Could we meet to
talk about it as soon as possible?

- Of course.

COUGHS

OVEN BEEPS, HUMS

- You're leaving then.

- Yes.

The Commissioner offered me
a mutual termination agreement,

with a large compensation paid in "cash."

(There you go.)

- "Cool."

I'm sorry for the letter.

Really, I panicked, because
you're someone at 200%,

and I'm more like 70, 75.

And I...

I didn't really mean what I wrote, I was...

I really care about you.
I sincerely care about you.

- Okay, "cool."

Well, I'm going to go because
I'm going to miss my bus, but...

we remain friends?

- Yes, absolutely.

- Gilles?

I have a little surprise
for you in the parking lot.

Ciao-ciao.
- "Cool," ciao.

SIREN IN DISTANCE

HORROR MOVIE STING

SIREN

SMALL d*ck

COP: Is he gonna stop his siren?

- Daphné, is it not going well?

- It's my whole values
system that's changed here.

- No, but wait, it's not because the
woman was fake? They're all like that.

I mean, psychics are like cops.

There are plenty of rotten ones,
but there must be some good ones, huh?

And excuse me, but
you had your séance,

you had a power cut in the middle,
so that must have played a role.

Of course, right? Right.
- That's true.

MOBILE RINGS

- Oh jeez. It's not a ghost
anymore, it's a leech, I swear.

. . .

SIGHS
Now what?

Yes, I'm his daughter.

Why are you calling me from his phone?

Oh, all right. How long ago?

Okay.

Well, thank you for calling me.

Goodbye.

DAPHNÉ: Everything all right?
- Yes, it was the

Lomme Hospital which, apparently,

had been monitoring my
father for a month for lung cancer.

DAPHNÉ: Lung cancer? But is he okay?

- Well no... he's dead.