MORGANE: Yes, hello?
SERGE: Morgane? Yes,
it's me, it's your father.
MORGANE: I remind you that you
were supposed to disappear!
SERGE: I thought it would be
nice if we saw each other.
- I can't talk to you... "ciao," that's it!
MOBILE RINGING
SERGE: ...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.
- I'll, I'll leave you alone then...
- He's dead.
INDISTINCT VOICES
AGNÈS: No, but what do
I look like with my trolley?
Morgane? Are you listening to me?
- Yes. Well, I want to
wrap this thing up quickly.
I don't see why you had to
do your shopping today
since you're retired, may I remind you?
- My darling it's been 37 years
that I do my shopping
on Wednesday morning.
So you're not going to
make me change my habits
because of your father's death, yeah?
POLITE COUGH
- As I was saying, with respect to
your late father, Mr Serge Alvaro
contacted us shortly before his
death to inform us of his last wishes.
We have, according to his wishes,
carried out a cremation
behind closed doors.
Your father specifically asked that you
scatter these ashes in Boulogne-sur-Mer,
at Kia Beach by the supervised
swimming area and the chip shop.
- Oh f*ck, the b*stard, it's so far away.
Okay, if we want to make
the round trip in a day
we have no choice, we have to take off.
- First you must settle the
various costs relating to cremation.
Mr Alvaro said that you'd take care of it.
- Well, yes.
- Oh! Well yes, there's no living with
your father even when he's dead, eh?
MORGANE: 450 bucks just for the urn?
Sorry, listen good: Me putting third of SMIC*
* GUARANTEED MINIMUM WAGE
into something in which he'll
spend, what, six hours at most?
- I'm sorry, this is
our lowest price item.
- Plus, it looks like it's fake.
THÉA: What are those things?
- I was coming to that,
these are items found
in your father's pockets.
They were accompanied by the note.
THÉA: 'As my body
has returned to dust,
I wish to give my
signet ring to my little Eliott,
my lighter to the adorable Zoé,
my fountain pen to my dear Théa,
my Stones concert ticket to
my favorite daughter Morgane,
and my wedding ring to
the only woman of my heart, Agnès.'
- Oh!
- 'Life is a game, so don't
forget to bet big. Ciao everyone.'
Great will, no?
ELIOTT: Wait, look at the back,
there's something there too.
- Oh yeah.
'PS, my lucky casino chip is for...
Romain.'
Why is Serge leaving
something to my dead father?
- You didn't forget to mention
a little something about Romain?
- He left because he didn't want her,
do you think it's
necessary for her to know?
- Don't worry, I dunno.
Show me. Hmm.
Ah, no, it's not 'Romain,' it's 'Romane'*—
* ROMANESQUE
—oh, no: 'Romanian'! Romanian.
ELIOTT: No, nonsense, he wrote
'the impact of Romain's death.'
- Yes, well, anyway...
- And as for the payment?
Would you rather cash or credit card?
- Huh? No! I just saw them on sale!
- Ah well, it's perfect,
I'd be very confortable in it.
Come on, here we go.
- Uh, I don't know...
This can't be legal. Or hygenic.
MORGANE:
450 bucks of savings, give me the urn.
- It's transparent.
- Hey, you know what?
We've all seen him naked, right?
He's not going to
start getting upset now.
HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL
THE MAN WITH THE
HALF-FILLED SODA
MORGANE: Go! Go! Go!
WOMAN ANNOUNCER:
Our train to destination Boulogne-sur-mer is leaving.
- Outta the way!
Come on!
WEARY
"Oh boy."
- Do you have to go right now?
- Yes, well, I've worked
quite a bit all week,
so we're going to Boulogne,
we'll scatter the ashes,
and we'll go home.
Come on, let's get it done.
MALE ANNOUNCER:
Welcome aboard the...
- Here. Here we are, 77 and 78.
- ...scheduled for 11:32 am...
THÉA: That's my seat!
ELIOTT: What're you talking about?
Okay, you're crazy!
THÉA: Go die!
MORGANE SIGHS, MUMBLES
MOBILE RINGS
MOBILE RINGS
BACKGROUND
THÉA: ...if he were gallant.
- Yes, Karadec?
- ADAM: Uh... Morgane, are you all right?
We didn't see each
other this morning.
Everything go well
at the funeral home?
- Great. Serge left us
some sh*t, and in exchange
we're supposed to go and scatter his ashes
in Boulogne-sur-Mer, like I give a f*ck.
But, we're on our way.
Besides, the trip is INDISTINCT
But how are you going to
go with the window of your car
not closing? We'll go, I'll take you there.
- No, no no, don't worry, I'm on the train
with Théa and Elliott (and my father.)
- Um... and Chloe?
Where's Chloe, you wanted
me to take care of Chloe?
- No, it's fine,
my mother's watching
her, it'll be good for us.
Well, I'm hanging up, huh?
VICTOR: Excuse me. Is this thing yours?
SHE SCOFFS,
MEN ARGUE IN BACKGROUND
- Uh, hey? Hey?
Who's holding grandpa on their lap there?
- Sorry?
- Eliott, Théa, you have
to hold him on your lap.
CROSSTALK
Hey! Will you hold him?
Oh, you're irritating!
- Morgane?
- Well. Oh man!
- Hello?
- Yes, fine, I'm hanging up.
- What?
LAETITIA: Excuse me, this is my seat.
- Boring, boring, boring. Boring!
- Morgane, are you sure?
I can take the day off.
I'll come to Boulogne with Léo,
and then I'll drive you back this evening.
- No no no no, I don't want to bother you.
GENEVIÈVE: Ma'am, calls
must be made from the platform.
- Yes, I'll hang up!
Well, I'll leave you,
there's an old woman
yelling that I'm
making too much noise.
- Hello?
- Hey! You! Break it up! Move over there!
CROSSTALK
Move over there! don't want to know!
Over there! Shut up.
Go on, move. Come on!
INTERCOM CHIMING
Oh my!
MALE ANNOUNCER: Our train to
destination Boulogne-sur-mer is leaving,
please be careful of
the doors closing automatically.
VOICEMAIL ALERT
- Yes, hello, Colombe Brochet
from the Downtown Lille Rental Agency.
I'm calling you because you rented
one of our apartments on Tuesday.
A pair of women's gloves
was found in the kitchen,
if they are yours
call me back, thank you.
LEO COUGHS, VOMITS
Oh noooo! Aw...
- Leo, it's getting very late, little one.
ANGELIQUE: Thank you for
seeing me so quickly, Commissioner,
as I told you yesterday, it's a bit urgent.
CELINE: It's only natural, Angelique.
Uh, you wanted to talk
to me about Morgane, but
if it's because of
missing supplies-
- It's much more serious
than that, unfortunately.
Well, you know that
we bought the integration
of the Table 5 software in September
for all our HR processes
and payroll management.
- Yes, of course, obviously, yes.
- It's just that Ms Alvaro
isn't a police officer, and
she doesn't meet the criteria
for temporary worker either;
there's no field for her in the new module.
- Oh, but, so... it's a computer problem.
We'll call them for a solution.
- No, you don't understand,
it's not just a software problem.
It's an administrative problem,
there's no solution.
- All right... but, if there is
no solution, what do we do?
- Well, we'll have to terminate
her contract as soon as possible—
—of course, she'll be able to do
her 3 months notice, we're not machines.
- (Yeah, we're not machines, yes...)
- A sexual relationship, absolutely.
- He rented an apartment
for tomorrow at 8 pm.
- What do you mean he rented
an apartment for the evening?
- This casino chip thing is weird.
Of course, he knew very well how he died.
Why would he leave him this in his will?
- Uh...
SCOFFS
I don't know! You know your grandfather...
It's been a few years
since he lost his mind,
so it's not, it's not that weird.
- Since when had he been losing his mind?
Serge. Since when had
he been losing his mind?
- Yeah, pfff...
I don't know that there was
a moment that everything went, huh?
Well, excuse me, the last
time we heard from him,
the guy had beat up an
old woman for her jewelry!
Senility isn't a thing- it's not linear,
you see, it comes and goes, it's
it's more complex than that, huh?
And, uh—
—oh jeez, you're in trouble.
You're in trouble with the girl
who's been putting on makeup
for 20 minutes on her phone, and
who's been making little discreet glances
and she thinks we haven't seen her!
CHUCKLES
I bet you she's a spy, huh?
A Russian?
THÉA: I dunno anything about it.
- Oh, it's all right.
- This is funny, it's
from the Dunkirk casino.
Dunkirk is where they
found dad's body, right?
- Uh, yeah- no, that's all...
Yeah, maybe. Why, it's...?
Yes, well, anyway—
your grandfather squandered
your inheritance in absolutely
all the casinos in France,
so that means... Dunkirk?
It could very well be Deauville,
or Enghien-les-Bains, or Évian,
or Cassis— it doesn't make sense!
Oh jeez! That's handy—
did you see? The wheelchair?
Well, you see a disabled
person on the train?
So, sorry! Well, like Super Weird category-
- I'm actually talking to
you about real stuff, Mom.
- Do you believe in the miracle of
the guy who got on
the train in a wheelchair
and who walked off without it? No!
- f*cking stop changing the subject!
- Hey up there, young lady!
The wheelchair's yours?
You don't look very disabled.
- Ma'am, this is my grandmother's.
- Of course, yes, yes, your grandmother's.
- Yes, and now-
- Well sure! Yeah— hey!
I'm watching you!
- Crazy lady.
- Weird!
Very weird, that guy!
- Not as much as you.
INTERCOM CHIMING
FEMALE ANNOUNCER:
Next stop, Strazeele.
Strazeele, three-minute stop.
NAILS CLICKING
. . .
Oh f*ck, there's the conductor,
(Go hide in the toilet!)
- But why?
- (Because now you're 13 and not
supposed to get a discount ticket!)
- HE GROANS Okay, all right.
- Come on, let's go. Go hide- INDISTINCT
(Go go go go!)
MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN
. . .
Where's the guy who
was sitting next to you?
- Well, you'll let me get a word in, yes?
- The - young - man who was
sitting there next to you, where is he?
GENEVIÈVE: I know nothing about it.
He got up 10 minutes ago
when we were in Bailleul,
and I guess he got off there.
- Leaving his half-full soda behind?
Well no, I don't think so.
GENEVIÈVE LAUGHS
- So what?
- Wh- 'So what?' 'So what?'
Have you seen the price
of drinks on this train? €5.80!
Who's spending that
kind of money on a soda
and leaving it behind?
No one, in fact. It makes no sense!
Surely not a broke student
who already can't afford a new mobile!
And who works in a fast food
restaurant to supplement his income,
where he splashes his
hands with boiling oil.
BUBBLING
- Well listen, it's his business.
- Okay, that means he was kidnapped.
He was kidnapped! CLAPS At worst!
Okay— people, people,
everyone with me?
Uh... so, uh... you call the cops.
I'm going to the other cars
to see if I come across his body.
Okay, let's do this, huh?
Come on, are you with me here?
INTERCOM CHIMING
CONDUCTOR:
Hello, this is your conductor.
Due to a power outage
on the line, our train is
currently immobilized at Strazeele station.
You can expect for your journey
to be delayed by about an hour.
ALL GROAN
- Yes, we don't care about that!
- Technicians are now working
on resolving the problem.
- Yes, but we have a more
important subject here, right? Huh?
DIDIER:
Inform the others I'm going to be late.
Yeah, well there's a technical problem.
- No, Spoiled Rotten, seriously?
We're talking about
the life of a young man!
I'm the only one interested?
Okay, great! Yeah well...!
Well done— hello, France!
- Mom? Mom?
Calm down and sit!
I know you're upset with Serge, but
it's just a guy who forgot his drink.
Okay?
Come on, sit down.
Come on.
SMALL d*ck
SPONGE SQUEAKING
GRUNTS WITH EFFORT
GILLES: Hello!
. . .
MOBILE RINGS, VIBRATES
. . .
. . .
Hello!
MORGANE:
Yeah, Gilles, it's me, how are you?
- Uh, yeah, I'm fine,
I don't know how simple the breakup is, but
it's nice of you to worry about me.
- Yeah, great, great. Uh,
actually, I need you to go
to the station in Bailleul, please,
and look if
you see a corpse. Sssh! Shush!
ALL GASP
- What're you talking about?
- I'm on the train to Boulogne-sur-Mer.
A guy's been kidnapped and I need to-
CROSSTALK
I mean: how old are you?
MURMURING
There's a guy getting
kidnapped. I need you to go to
the Bailleul station to see
if you can find him, huh?
- A kidnapping?
Uh, I'm on RTT,* Morgane.
* COMP TIME
If you have someone in danger
you call Karadec directly!
- No, no!
Seriously, Gilles? I don't have
time to explain all this to Karadec.
No, please go to the Bailleul
station and call me, okay?
- Is it okay to come out or not?
It stinks in there!
- Wait wait, take the opportunity
to search through the trash to see
if you can find chloroform, eh? Hurry up.
ELIOTT: Okay.
- Yes!
Gilles, are you on your way?
- Fine, okay, I'll go.
Do you have witnesses, suspects?
- No, no no, I don't have
any of that, no, I'm just sure of it.
Gilles, it's not complicated—
—the guy disappeared
leaving behind half a soda!
- Okay. And?
It's a €5.80 soda, Gilles!
- Morgane, I'm hanging up, all right?
See you tomorrow.
- No, wait!
ELIOTT: f*ck, disgusting! Seriously!
There's condoms and syringes in the trash!
- No, get back in— hold on!
- Hello, ma'am.
- Hello!
- We've received several complaints
about you causing trouble.
ELIOTT SHOUTING
BANGING DOOR
- Oh yeah, oh yeah? Well me too!
I have a complaint about
you because, I'm sorry,
a conductor allowing the kidnapping
of a passenger under
his nose without seeing anything!
- What kidnapping?
- Eh yeah, mister!
The young man who was
sitting there quietly in seat 73,
he was kidnapped! Disappeared!
By the way, give me his name
because I have to alert my colleagues
so they can inform the family.
- That's confidential information,
ma'am, so now please,
you're going to sit down.
- It's on you, then.
- Huh?
- Well yeah, go to your
little VIP area over there.
Yeah, that's it,
over there with you. 'Confidential.'
Yeah?
ELIOTT: Look.
Some crazy stuff
I found in the trash.
Can I keep it or not?
- Excuse me. Is this thing yours?
RESTRAINED EXULTATION
That's it! f*ck, I was right!
RESTRAINED EXULTATION
I was right!
He didn't get off of his own free will.
So obviously there's a code...
Uh, hold on.
ELIOTT: Are you sure I can't have it?
- No no no, wait, we should
be able to find his name with this.
This is urgent.
- Good morning Daphné,
sorry I'm late, Léo threw up,
he has no more clean onesies.
Plus, I got caught in traffic.
SIGHS
So what are we doing?
- Well, you needn't
have rushed. Gilles' on RTT,
the Commissioner's been on the
phone with I-don't-know-who all morning.
- Yes, listen, I know the
divisional officer is very busy,
except I need to talk to him now.
Yes, I'll hold.
- Apparently even the
criminals are on vacation,
because nothing at
all is happening here.
CELINE'S DOOR CLOSES
- Oh! Mr Divisionnaire,*
* DIVISIONAL OFFICER
I'm sorry to insist,
I have a big problem with HR.
LANDLINE RINGS
- Ah!
Forestier. Yes, Morgane.
DAPHNÉ: I told you,
there's no CCTV at that station.
There isn't any there, that's it.
What name? 'Victor Rexain.'
I'll look, but then you
leave me alone, all right?
QUIETLY
- Daphné? Is that Morgane? All good?
- Oh, everything's going
really well, it's about a guy
who forgot his
soda on the train,
she's most definitely
returning it to him.
So, 'Victor Rexain, 19,
chemistry student,'
living with his mother
Fanny Rexain in Armentières. That's it.
You'll leave me alone? Great. Bye.
MORGANE:
So, it's good? You're there?
- It's not at all 10 minutes from my place!
I'm not even on duty,
what should I tell her?
- I don't know, I improvise!
- This is really the last thing
I do for you Morgane, really.
I'm done!
On RTT, in fact! Understand?
On RTT! This is crazy.
Something I learned
from my time with Afida
is that I need to
learn to set limits, all right?
So when I say no, it's no, and-!
DISCONNECT TONES
Hello, Morgane? Hel- Uh- SCOFFS
DOORBELL,
DOG BARKS
BARKING
DOOR UNLATCHES
FANNY: Yes?
- Hello ma'am. Fanny Rexain?
- Yes.
- Hello, it's the police, uh...
I'm Lt... Lt Vandraud.
Hold on, sorry.
Oh, no, I don't have my ID,
I'm on RTT today. Don't worry.
- Then why are you here?
- Well, yes, I'm investigating, but
it's not really official, it's for
my colleague who's on the train.
Anyway, are you Victor Rexain's mother?
- Yes.
- Have you heard from him today?
- No, but why, did something happen?
- No, actually it's my colleague
who's on the train.
She was in the same car
as him and he forgot his soda
when he got off at Bailleul-
- No, wait, I'll stop you there,
my son is staying with
friends in the south this week.
- Oh. Yes?
- Yes.
- Well, maybe he passed
through there to go south.
No, he didn't go that way...
even with two transfers,
IMPENETRABLE TRAIN NERDSPEAK
...by the end of the line, I don't know.
Ah! Yes, that was my
girlfriend— actually my ex,
because I, uh...
—and so to get revenge
she played a joke on me.
- Listen, go away, go away
or I'll call the real police.
- Of course.
- Whew, pfff.
- Jeez, why doesn't Gilles answer?
SUPER COP: I HEARD YOU
CALLING DAPHNÉ. IS
EVERYTHING OKAY?
INTERCOM CHIMES
CONDUCTOR Ladies and gentlemen,
our train will leave in a few minutes.
Expected arrival at your destination
will be 1 hour 45 minutes late-
ALL GROAN
BACKGROUND CHATTER
- Yeah.
Yeah, it's me Didier.
TEXT ALERT
- Hey! Hey, hey! I got a text!
Attention, everyone listen to me!
'Thank you again for your
discretion. The situation
is delicate, but I was
happy to meet you, Clara.'
So who's Clara, huh?
Okay, no one cares.
Oh, well well then. Uh- phew.
SCOFFS
Wonderful.
THE SILENCE
OF THE TIDES
MOBILE RINGS
. . .
. . .
HIDDEN CALL
Yes, Forestier.
- Yeah, it's me again,
am I bothering you?
- Oh, okay,
you're calling me with a hidden number.
- Yes. Okay, great.
Uh, just to let you know,
I summoned a suspect— you know,
in my case of the forgotten soda.
In fact, the chick wouldn't take
my call— in class, supposedly.
I called her college to tell them that
she's suspected of supporting terrorism,
they're sending her to us,
so it shouldn't take long.
- Are you crazy?
- Her name's Clara.
CLARA: Dad, Mom, it
must be because of the video
I made about
lobster, I don't know.
Please find me a lawyer, I'm at the station.
- Clara? Sorry: Clara?
MORGANE: Ah! Is she there?
- Mom, I'm going, they're arresting me.
- No, I'm not going to arrest you.
In fact, a colleague made a mistake.
You're accused of nothing,
you can leave if you want,
we're very sorry for the inconvenience.
- Wait, what?
- No, wait wait wait,
at least ask her where
she knows Victor Rexain from!
- No, actually I'm not going to
ask her anything, because
I'm on my lunch break
and you're on vacation.
So if you want to talk to a witness-
- Is it about Victor?
MORGANE: Ah, you see?
- I know him, is he all right?
- Come on, pass her
to me, it's fine. Hello?
- You're on speaker.
You get one question.
- Oh! Oh, so, who is
Victor Rexain to you, huh?
Is he your dealer?
A booty call? Who is he?
- Mom? I'll let you go.
No, he's my half-brother.
Well, I think.
- Wait Daphné, I have
an additional question.
- Clara Hervieu,
H - E - R - V - I - E - U.
- All right. You said Victor
might be your half-brother?
What does that mean?
- I don't know if you know DNAmatch?
It's an online genealogy platform.
You send them a saliva sample
and they analyze your DNA,
and then you make contact
with people you
match genetically.
I know it's not very legal
in France, I'm sorry, but
I'm an only child, and I only have
two cousins in Hazebrouck, so I
don't really have much family my age,
so I thought it might
be fun to look for them.
And in fact, at the
start it was super funny,
because I found a
distant cousin of my mother
who lives in Biarritz with
10% of our DNA in common.
I found a cousin of mine who lives in Peru,
and it's really totally crazy because
I still have a connection
with South America.
- Excuse me!
CLARA: It's true!
Yes, put in your headphones,
I'm trying to sleep.
Shut up, because
I have trouble hearing, so...
CLARA: No, frankly, it's fine...
- We don't care about that,
tell her about Victor!
DAPHNÉ: No- so, Morgane,
one thing's certain, I'm taking time
out of my break to question your witness,
so it's me who asks the questions.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- And Victor?
CLARA: It was really a shock,
because as soon as he registered
on the platform we matched directly.
At first I was super excited because
we had 25% DNA in common,
I don't know if you
realize, 25%, it's huge!
According to the platform
he's super-close family.
I dunno, do I have like a hidden uncle,
or a missing grandfather in America?
On top of that he
had Type 2 diabetes,
and Type 2 diabetes is exactly
the diabetes that runs in my family.
- Wow!
- There it is. And then I realized
on his profile that he was
two years younger than me,
and he was looking for his father.
I realized that there
was surely another possibility—
—a hidden half-brother.
My dad died of cancer last year,
and I always thought he was
really in love with my mother,
but hey, you have to believe
that he wasn't more faithful
than the majority of
guys of his generation.
MORGANE: Oh jeez, it's the motive! Okay,
Daphné, Daphné,
ask her if she bumped him off
to not share the inheritance.
- Not at all, I just had coffee with him!
- Of course, she had coffee with him.
MORGANE: Oh, she doesn't
give up! 'Just had coffee'!
With her half-brother
hiding in America
who was going to steal
everything from her?
'Just had coffee'?
Mmm, I don't think so! Huh?
LAUGHS
- Hello? He wasn't
at all interested in money.
He really just wanted to
meet me and talk to me
about my father and
my family, that's all,
it was actually a
really nice meeting, really!
- And afterward?
- After? That was all,
I left him at the metro, I went to college,
and that's where you found me...
- Sorry, hello.
CLARA: Hello.
ADAM: I see that...
HANGS UP
- No, no, I know, it's just that Morgane
is forcing me to question this witness,
but it seems we're done, so...
everything's fine- huh, Morgane?
Morgane?
SOFTLY
- Oh jeez, a hidden son.
I absolutely have to
go question the mother.
- Dunkirk is next to England, right?
- Why?
- There's a ferry in Dunkirk
that goes to England?
- Yeah, certainly.
- Yes, yes, you took it that time
you investigated dad's death.
- Yes, CROSSTALK yes yes yes.
- Well, you went to question a witness.
- Yeah?
- I remember, you told me
that you found nothing.
- No.
- Maybe you didn't search enough.
- Uh-
THÉA: Who was that girl?
SIGHS
THÉA: What?
- Well, uh, yes,
we searched everything
there was to search,
there was no need
to search any further.
INTERCOM CHIMING
FEMALE ANNOUNCER:
Welcome, travelers
joining us at Hazebrouck
station. The train departs-
I don't have any family my age
apart from two cousins in Hazebrouck,
so I thought it might be cool to find them.
- Oh jeez, the soda!
Wait! Let me get out!
Let me get out! Stop! Stop!
I said, I want out here!
PASSENGER CROSSTALK
TRAIN BRAKING
Oh sh*t. Oh sh*t!
PANICKY
Oh sh*t. It's-
(f*ck...)
LET ME OUT, YOU IDIOTS! STOP!
WHEELS SQUEAL
. . .
ALL: Oh!
FEMALE ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,
a stop was needed...
SARCASTIC
I don't especially need help!
DOORBELL
Hi, I got my police ID.
Sorry to insist, but Victor-
- Come in. You were right,
he's not in the south.
Victor told me he
was going to study for
his exams with
some friends in Nice.
He gave me their number, but I
just tried them, and they're crazy.
I don't understand why he lied to me.
- I may have a clue about this.
According to information, Victor
recently met a Clara Hervieu.
Do you recognize the name?
- No, not at all, why?
- She's the daughter
of a Sebastien Hervieu?
Okay, uh, Victor did genetic research
on the internet to find his father,
and his test matched with this
Clara, who would be his half-sister.
- What are you talking
about, Victor has a father.
Okay, we're separated, but they
see each other every two weeks.
- Are you sure? Because Victor
said the opposite to this young woman.
And according to DNA analyses-
- Of course, I'm sure.
I know who I had children with.
It's all my fault.
I should never have let
him go without asking him.
Then, I was so happy
that he made new friends.
After what happened with Baptiste.
I didn't want to bother him, is all.
- 'Baptiste'? Who's Baptiste?
- He was his best friend in high school.
- ((Ah.))
CONDUCTOR: Yes. Yes yes, yes yes,
twenty meters from the station.
Uh... the passenger
who set off the alarm
tried to force the door,
and the door jammed.
- Yes, well, now there's
no point in staying here,
MOBILE RINGS, VIBRATES
there's no one left on the
platform so we might as well leave!
Yes Gilles?
SARCASTIC
- You're doing well again Morgane,
because Victor's mother has
never heard of Sebastien Hervieu.
- What?
- I came across as a
jerk again because of you!
- No, wait GIlles,
she's taking you for a ride.
I mean, good people
have doubts about
the paternity of their
child, it can happen, so...
No, go back and put pressure on her!
- Listen-
ANNOUNCER TALKS OVER GILLES
ANNOUNCER TALKS OVER GILLES
...you said was some story about a soda
and an adulterous family!
- ...delay in our arrival is now
estimated at a minimum of five hours.
GILLES: ...I don't! No, Morgane! I'm a guy
talking seriously! And now
you only loop me in so you can
take advantage of my
small d*ck! D'oh! My RTT day!
- Wait, Gilles, relax, let's calm
down, you're probably right.
It's not a story about adultery, okay.
Okay, but then in this case
why would he have
been on a genealogy site?
- I don't know anything about it,
I don't know anything!
Then, true, the mother told me about
another weird thing, but I really
don't see how it can work, so-
- Wait, what other weird thing?
- Well, then— real slow, okay—?
- Quiet! Ssh! Sh-
Gilles, what other thing?
Victor apparently had a best friend
in high school, a Baptiste Lepetit.
He was m*rder*d two years ago,
a terrible story. The kid got
to a parking lot, to meet a guy
from a chat on a g*y app,
and he got beaten to death.
h*m* ATTACK?
The police suspected
a h*m* ambush,
but they never arrested the m*rder*r.
Victor's mother told me it
completely traumatized him.
But I won't go see the cops, I'm
busy, because I'm on RTT, Morgane!
- ...all that because of a shitty soda!
PASSENGERS SHRIEK
- Count me out!
- Are you wrong in the head???
- EVERYBODY STOP,
OR I'M KICKING EVERYONE OFF!
ALL GROAN
MORGANE'S GEARS SPIN
- Don't move, I'll be back. I'll be back!
Hold on, don't move! Stop!
Wait wait, I can explain it!
Yes yes, I understand,
you're all very angry.
But I just made a major breakthrough!
I can prove that Victor
is indeed in danger. Huh?
Look! The soda bottle!
It's half empty!
- And she doesn't care about us!
ALL AGREE
- Oh my. Wait, wait,
wait. From the beginning,
I was stuck on the
fact that it's half full,
but that's not the problem!
The problem is that it's half empty!
THE MAN WITH THE HALF-FILLED SODA
THE MAN WITH THE HALF-EMPTY SODA
And why is it half empty?
Because Victor drank half.
It's not his DNA that he put on DNAmatch.
Wait, I'll explain, move back.
We'll start over with a clean slate,
we're gonna sit down and relax.
Yes, sit, sit.
So: what do we know?
Victor told Clara he was diabetic,
evidence he's part of her family,
and it was confirmed
by DNA analysis. Okay.
Except, the guy drank
half a soda this morning,
with 110 grams of sugar per liter—
—enough to send your blood
sugar into orbit in three gulps!
So he isn't diabetic, so he lied,
and so it wasn't his
DNA he put on DNAmatch,
but that of the guy he was looking for—
- Uh, 'the guy'? What guy?
- Well yes.
- Ah! For once a very good
contribution, Didier, I must say.
'The guy who k*lled
his best friend.' Oh yeah...
Look. Everything's in
the newspaper: January 1, 2023.
His best friend was
k*lled in a h*m* attack.
ALL GASP
The m*rder*r left his
DNA at the crime scene!
. . .
Come see!
BAPTISTE CRYING OUT
. . .
. . .
But since his DNA wasn't
listed in the cops' database, well,
the m*rder*r has not been identified
- Sorry, but what does this
have to do with the soda?
- The report!
That Victor is a little genius.
While the cops were twiddling
their thumbs in the rain,
he knows how to move his a*s!
He goes to recover— I don't
know how— the k*ller's DNA,
he puts it on the genealogy site,
and there, bingo, he matches with Clara!
So! For those following—
even those at the back here—
—it's not Victor who has
25% DNA in common with Clara,
but our k*ller!
And what do we also learn?
That our k*ller is part
of Clara's close family!
Ah. Ah!
ALL "AH"
Dang!
At the same time, if you have
no idea of genetic genealogy...
- Well?
SIGHS
- I can't say.
GENETICS EXPLAINED BY MORGANE
We all share a certain proportion
of DNA with our family members.
For example, a mother and her children
have 50% of their DNA in common.
Between brother and sister it's also 50%.
But of course this proportion
varies according to family ties.
For example, it's only 25%
between half-brothers and sisters,
or between grandparents
and their grandchildren.
Between cousins, this
figure falls to 12.5%—
—barely 3% for first cousins.
- Uh, but I'm not your cousin.
- I know Didier, we don't
care, it's for the example.
What do we know about the
k*ller from his genetic profile?
That he is part of Clara Hervieu's family.
That he is a man.
And that he shares 25% of his DNA with her.
Leaving us three possibilities:
a grandfather— well, personally,
I don't see a 70-year-old guy
beating a teenager to death;
a possible half-brother—
but Clara said she's an only child;
or an uncle.
And where was Victor
going today? To Hazebrouck.
And who lives in Hazebrouck?
Thppt! Clara's uncle!
- I only have two cousins in Hazebrouck, so
I don't really have much family my age.
- It was him he was coming to see!
He came to confront
his best friend's k*ller!
SCATTERED GASPS
(There you go!)
- Uh, is it all right?
Can I come out, or not?
SIGH
- Yes, well... yes, now.
ELIOTT: Oh, finally!
- So, according to Morgane's theory
the suspect is named Lionel Hervieu, 53,
married, two children. I checked,
he's Clara's only uncle.
- All right.
And, do we know how, uh...
- Victor?
- ...how Victor got the DNA?
- Possibly. He's a chemistry
student, and he did an internship at
the Central Service for Preservation
of Biological Samples a month ago.
That's where the cells of
Baptiste Lepetit are kept.
- So he stole this
DNA fingerprint and
entered it into a genealogical platform?
- That's it: DNAmatch, in California.
Completely ill*gal, of course.
We also know that Victor
was going to Hazebrouck today,
and that's where Lionel lives
- He's going into the lion's den?
- It's possible.
I've sent a team to
arrest Lionel Hervieu, and
Gilles is supervising the search
of his home, as he was in the area.
- Isn't Gilles on RTT today?
- Yes, but as he's been harassed
by Morgane since this morning...
he's there.
- All right.
DAPHNÉ:
If this guy really kidnapped Victor,
he has no interest in keeping him alive.
Uh... we'll have to make
him talk relatively fast.
TO MORGANE:
I HEARD YOU WITH
DAPHNE. IS
EVERYTHING OKAY?
- Mm-hmm.
- Real fast.
As fast as possible.
All right, Commander?
- Yes, fine.
I just have a little problem with daycare.
- Yeah, yeah...
- Uh, can you let me know
when the suspect gets here?
- Yes, of course.
- If possible, please ask Gilles
to question his wife too.
- Yes!
- Thanks.
RINGING
MORGANE:
Yeah? This is Morgane's voicemail...
. . .
- Hello, this the the voicemail
of the Downtown Lille Rental Agency,
We're not available. Please leave
a message, we will call you back.
BEEP
QUIETLY
- Hello, this is Adam Karadec,
who rented a studio with you on Tuesday.
I'm calling back because
you found some gloves.
Can you send me a photo of
the gloves? Thank you very much.
TEXT ALERT
Oh jeez, they caught him!
It's good, they caught him!
- Ah, that's great!
- Well the guy's in trouble,
right? Because all he has to do
is take a DNA test and he'll
be found guilty of homicide!
Oh, but they haven't
found Victor, that's not great.
Well, uh... I'll keep you posted, huh?
SCOFFS
SIGHS
- He's alive, is that it?
Serge wouldn't have willed
something to a dead man.
And you haven't answered me since
this morning, so he's alive and you knew.
- Théa-
- No, don't touch me!
How long have you known?
SOBS QUIETLY
- When I went to England
with Karadec two years ago.
QUIETLY
- Okay.
- He's living under a false identity.
- And what's become of him?
Does he live alone, or he is married?
- I know, I should've told you.
(I wanted to protect you, you understand?)
- Give me a break.
Stop dodging the subject,
is he or isn't he married?
He has children, is that it?
SOBBING
COP: Hello, police!
K9 BARKS
We're carrying out a search following
the disappearance of a passenger.
We ask that you please
remain in your seats.
BARK
LIONEL: Calm down, honey.
Yes- listen, I'll fix this, okay?
I'll call you back. I love you.
Can you explain to
me what's going on here?
First your colleagues
come pick me up from work,
Manon, my wife, calls me in tears to
tell me that you're searching our home.
ADAM:
This young man's name is Victor Rexain.
He's been missing for about
six hours. Do you know him?
- 'Victor Rexain'? No, I don't know him.
- Are you sure?
He contacted your
son Jonas this morning
on social media to ask him about you,
passing as a cousin of his.
- But, my son is 20 years old,
does he tell me everything
he does on the internet?
- Indeed, there are
all these little secrets.
- Me too, you know?
- What's that supposed to mean?
ADAM: His name was 'Baptiste Lepetit,'
on January 1, 2023, he was
k*lled in a parking lot in Sermages,
known to be a g*y meeting place.
Is his face familiar?
- Wait, what are you implying here?
I've never heard of this kid.
What does it have to do with me?
- Victor Rexain is Baptiste's best friend.
He illegally had the DNA
of his m*rder*r analyzed.
He discovered that Baptiste's m*rder*r
has 25% of his DNA in
common with this young woman.
ADAM: You know her, don't you?
- Yes. Yes, it's Clara my niece.
And it turns out that
25% is the average amount
of DNA shared by a niece and her uncle.
- No, this is crazy,
I've never heard of this kid!
Do you think that I'm, uh...
- That you are—?
- On January 1, 2023, I was
at my brother's house in Vauban.
That morning he was diagnosed with cancer.
So my wife and I got together with
him and my sister-in-law, that's it.
A little morale boost.
- We'll take samples
from you for DNA comparison.
And by then, if you have any information
which could help us find Victor,
I advise you to communicate it to us.
- I have nothing more to tell you.
Sorry.
- Théa, I've come to talk.
THUD
THUD
- May I?
SIGHS
- Ah, yes.
- Thanks.
Pfff.
MOBILE RINGS, VIBRATES
. . .
Yes, Daphné? It's not a good time.
- The uncle is in custody,
but so far refuses to talk.
- And Victor?
- No trace anywhere.
And for now, your suspect denies
k*lling Baptiste on January 1, 2023,
supposedly he and his wife
spent New Year's Eve with family.
Except, one thing is that
he says they spent the
evening at his brother's house,
while Gilles questioned
his wife in Hazebrouck,
and she said that they
were at her sister's house.
One doesn't agree with the other's version.
Are you listening?
- Oh yes, yes, I'm listening.
Yes, he says they were at his brother's,
she says they were at her sister's,
so obviously they're lying, yes.
- Obviously, yes.
GENEVIÈVE TSKS
- Hold on, two seconds, Daphné.
What, Geneviève?
You obviously have something to say,
so go ahead and spit it out!
- You're making mistakes, my dear.
- Oh yeah?
- It's not because the husband
says he was at his brother's
and that it's his wife
who's lying. It's just
that the brother and sister
in question are her husband's, that's all.
Myself for example: my father's
brother was married to my aunt.
Not my aunt by marriage, my aunt-aunt.
My mother's sister.
But with shortcuts like
that it's not surprising that
innocent people end up in prison.
- Oh! Hey, Geneviève!
- It's double cousins!
- Well yes!
- Oh! Hey, people!
Hey people! Come here, come
here! Genevieve solved the case!
Come here, we'll tell you!
Come on! Come, sit down!
Huh? Come on!
Everyone take their place!
Tomorrow morning.
Okay, so hang on:
It's not him who did
it, it's his son! Yeah!
PUZZLED
ALL: Oh...
- Our suspect Lionel
Hervieu, Clara's uncle,
he married his brother's wife's sister.
Yeah, I lost you there, okay.
So, the two brothers married
the two sisters. You see?
- Yes, that's exactly what I just said.
- We understand that Geneviève, it's fine.
Yes, but where it gets crazy
is that suddenly his son Jonas
isn't just a first cousin of Clara,
he's a double cousin!
On his father's side,
and his mother's side!
ALL: Oh!
So in fact he doesn't have 12.5%
DNA in common with her, but 25%!
Like an uncle, like a
half-brother, and like—?
- Our k*ller.
ALL: Oh!
MORGANE: There you go.
So it's not the uncle who
k*lled Baptiste in the parking lot,
but his son, Jonas Hervieu.
ALL: Oh!
- So I guess Victor called
him to get info on his father,
without knowing that he was the m*rder*r.
LAETITIA: GASPS I just typed
'Jonas Hervieu' in the internet. Look!
- Excuse me, ma'am, excuse me.
- Oh, well spread your wings, Geneviève!
GENEVIÈVE: Yes, it's
important. Oh, but isn't that
the young man with the wheelchair?
- Hey up there, young lady!
The wheelchair's yours?
You don't look very disabled.
- The one who got off at
Strazeele with his grandmother!
- On top of that he
had Type 2 diabetes,
and Type 2 diabetes is exactly
the diabetes that runs in my family.
PASSENGERS
CHAT EXCITEDLY
ELIOTT: ...Seriously! There
are syringes in the trash!
EXASPERATED
- Well no, it wasn't his grandmother,
it was Victor in a coma.
ALL: Oh!
- Jonas is diabetic,
so he always has to
carry a shot of insulin with him.
Except that here he
didn't give the shot to himself,
he gave it to Victor.
And what happens when
you give an insulin shot
to someone who isn't diabetic?
Well, it causes a huge hypoglycemic
attack, leading to a coma.
ALL GASP
So then I guess he wrapped him
in a coat and shawl, and then 1-2-3,
he got off the train before
our eyes without us noticing.
- Yes! And, and then?
MORGANE: 'Then,' Geneviève?
Well, then you just have to wait
a few hours, and without sugar,
it's death.
ALL GASP
Oh yeah: Death!
- Yeah, it's me Didier.
No, I'm still stuck, obviously.
QUIETLY
- No, seriously?
- Yes, yes, still because of that woman.
And otherwise, you found it?
- Okay, the guy doesn't
give a damn about anything.
- Yes, great. Yes, thanks. Yeah, me too.
Love you. Yes-
- Yeah yeah, kiss her for us while we're at it!
- Gotta go, love you, see you later.
Well, what?
That was my wife, she works
at the big pharmacy in Strazeele.
And in her database
she has a 'Jonas Hervieu'
who buys insulin every month,
and who lives on Rue le Danois
next to the station.
ALL: Oh!
- Okay, well done, Didier. Well done.
Gilles, it's me.
Tell me you're still in Hazebrouck.
You have to come get me right now.
CRASH
POLICE! DON'T MOVE!
ON THE GROUND!
CROSSTALK
- Come on!
MORGANE: Let me through! Let me through!
- Victor! Victor?
- You all right? Victor?
- I think so.
- Victor! Wait...
CROSSTALK
...here.
Here, here Victor, here. Sugar shock, huh?
This will help.
It's worrying. Come on, swallow!
Come on Victor, come back.
- Victor! Hello?
- Victor?
- Hello?
MORGANE: You with us?
- He'll pull through, we're sure?
Okay, very good.
You'll bring in Jonas for questioning?
I'll release his father
and give him the news.
Gilles? Uh- is Morgane still with you?
Is she all right?
No, it's not necessary,
I- I'll talk to her later.
All right, thanks.
TEXT ALERT
1 NEW MESSAGE
APT RENTAL AGENCY
HERE ARE THE GLOVES
FOUND IN THE STUDIO,
ARE THEY YOURS?
WAVES, SEAGULLS
Well, uh...
Someone want to say something?
No? Eliott?
- Why me? What do I tell him?
Yeah, uh... Thanks for the horse tie.
- Okay, you don't
have anything better? Well.
Uh... Serge. Uh...
He hasn't been dead long enough
for me to start idealizing him, huh?
So we're not going to dwell on
the 'exceptional' father you were.
But, we can still
say that today, indirectly,
you still did a good deed
by helping me save Victor.
I don't know if- if it
wins you any karma points.
SIGHS
Well.
- Oh! Come on!
- Oh!
- Fu- oh, f*ck!
- Come on! No...
- Oh, and then there's
some left at the bottom.
It'll take some alcohol, or vinegar...
TAPS JAR ON RAILING
MORGANE: I can't believe it.
All right, let's go home.
- So, in fact, I was right.
Romain. He didn't want me.
- But- no.
Darling, it wasn't you
he didn't want, it was me.
- Still, he left when
you got pregnant, right?
- Yes, but because he felt trapped.
It's not you who pisses off
people, eh? It's me. Okay?
Come on, let's go.
Wait.
MY ROLLING STONE
IN CASE THINGS GET ROUGH
KEYPAD BEEPS
ELIOTT: Hold on, what're you doing?
- Oh!
I think Serge has left us one last gift.
Yeah? This is Morgane's
voicemail, uh, but I'm not here.
Well, sort it out yourself.
EXASPERATED SIGH, BEEP
- Morgane? Yes, it's me.
Just to tell you,
Jonas confessed everything.
People at the hospital say Victor
is better, and it's thanks to you.
You didn't say exactly what
time you're coming home,
but I thought you'd be hungry,
so I got pizzas. I got
the usual for Théa,
extra hot sauce for Eliott,
and a small cheese for Chloe.
I'm here at home waiting for you.
I wanted to tell you...
I can't... wait to see you soon.
♪ THE SOUND OF SILENCE ♪
BY SIMON & GARFUNKEL
MORGANE:
Well, thank you for the welcome.
I found a hosting solution.
I'll bring Leo to you on Friday at 6 pm.
. . .
TRAIN ON TRACKS
SOUND OF SILENCE CONTINUES
RUSSIAN FEDERATION
I throw away the reminders for
unpaid bills and then the fake passports?
MORGANE: Yes, go ahead, fine.
- On page 7 and page...
hold on, I'll look... 26,
you have letters from
the various departments
with which Ms Alvaro collaborated,
you'll see that they all
demonstrate these exceptional skills.
- Well, here we are,
yesterday you were happy.
Hey, look at these sluts.
. . .
CELINE: If you now go
to page— let me see— 57,
there, huh? You see the curve?
Even so, the evolution of the solve rate
over the last five years is obvious.
PREFECT: Yes. In short, what you're
asking me for is preferential treatment.
- N- no!
. . .
. . .
Listen, yes, Mr Prefect, I'm asking
you for exceptional treatment because,
well, because Ms Alvaro's
results are exceptional.
Commissioner, you know
I'm always ready to help you,
but this time I can't do anything.
Ms Alvaro doesn't fit into any box.
I'm sorry.
Good evening, Commissioner.
- Good evening, Mr Prefect.
. . .
(f*cking boxes.)
BANG
. . .
. . .
DOMESTIC
VIOLENCE
r*pe
CALL 3919
JOIN LAW
ENFORCEMENT!
TAKE THE
POLICE EXAM
. . .
- What the hell does she want?
. . .
JOIN LAW
ENFORCEMENT!
TAKE THE
POLICE EXAM
NARRATION:
The Police Nationale is recruiting. Join us.
ENTER INTO THE BOXES
- Not in your dreams!
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05x04 - L'homme au soda à moitié plein
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Morgane Alvaro is 38 years old, has 3 children from 2 ex-boyfriends, problems with authority, and, despite having an IQ of 160, works as a cleaning lady.
Morgane Alvaro is 38 years old, has 3 children from 2 ex-boyfriends, problems with authority, and, despite having an IQ of 160, works as a cleaning lady.