DECKER: He's not breathing anymore!
Hurry, please! Hurry!
- All right, remain calm. We're sending help.
- Quick!
REPLACES PHONE
PIGEON COOING
MORGANE: Pigeon!
Where are you?
COOS
. . . TIMOTHÉE: Morgane?
What are you doing?
- I'm looking for my pigeon, I haven't seen him for a week!
. . .
- Oh my, here... Hey hey...
I guess mom is overwhelmed by the baby's arrival.
But everything is fine, dad is here.
So we do what Adela the midwife said—
. . . - Shh, shh shh shh shh!
—we breathe.
. . . Breathe— no, we breathe...
We sit down... - No, it's fine!
- Yes, let's sit down. - You're really annoying!
- And we relax,
by checking the checklist.
- Oh no- not the checklist! HE TUTS
The inventory. It's fine.
Your suitcase; also... Check routes
. . . A, B and C to the maternity ward.
You see? Everything's ready. MOBILE RINGS
Oh- down... . . .
Okay, I have an apartment viewing down the street, but
don't worry, I'll be back in 30 minutes maximum.
Think about first names while you wait?
Here. Compare lists when I get back? - (Okay.)
- (See you in a bit.) KISS - In a bit.
- Dad's coming back! Mmmm.
- Why are you sulking?
I open the paternity test or I don't open it, so?
COOS
CALLING
DAPHNÉ: Hello? - Daphné, it’s Morgane.
I'm calling you about my pigeon. I haven't seen him in a week
so I'm starting to get stressed out. - Yeah, Morgane, I can't talk,
I'm on the line with the commander, who just arrived at a crime scene.
I'l call you back, okay? - Wait, there's a crime scene
and I'm not aware of it? DISCONNECT
Hello? DISCONNECT
Oh jeez!
HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL
ADAM: I'm sorry about your partner. Were you close?
- Yes. Raphaël and I...
We met during our ophthalmology internship.
Then we set up this clinic together.
I haven't told his wife yet, I don't know how to tell her.
ADAM: We'll take care of it, don't worry. - (Thank you.)
- When was the last time you saw Dr Raphaël Guillot?
- Last night around 8 pm. We finished operating on a patient a little late,
and then I left to deal with an... urgent problem.
- Problem? What kind of problem?
- Typos in an article we co-wrote for the French Ophthalmology Review.
One of their employees brought it last night,
to proofread, and some of the captions were wrong.
As it was going to print this morning,
I integrated the corrections with their designer
while Raphaël finished the surgical report here.
- OK, so you spent part of the night editing with these magazine people?
- Yes, until around midnight.
I can find their contact details for you if you want.
- I would. A colleague will take notes. Vincent?
I'll leave you with him? Thank you.
ADAM: So, doctor?
BENZAOUI: Commander, the victim was strangled with an electrical cable.
VINCENT: Hello sir. - Hello.
Can I get your ID please? - ((Of course.))
- I'd say the murder happened last night before 10 pm.
GILLES: After 8:02 pm, since
the victim posted this on social media at that time.
ADAM: That's the article his partner just told me about.
He left right after to meet an employee of the magazine,
to make corrections- GILLES: Mmm.
- ...the killer could have entered at that time.
MORGANE: OK, so you actually have a mental age of 2.
- Morgane? - What are you doing here?
- What am I doing here? I'm coming to work!
You're blacklisting me from crime scenes now? Seriously?
- Not at all, Morgane. - Okay Karadec,
I know you wanted to be the godfather- godfather of this child.
(And that would have made me happy!)
Now, I told you there were several candidates, did I say that
or didn't I? So I'm sorry if I hurt you again,
but kicking me out of crime scenes because you're upset?
That's petty, that's mean, that’s crap!
Okay? - Morgane, you're on maternity leave.
- Shit... NERVOUS LAUGH
Oh, well... OK, uh...
- Yes, it's the 12th. The leave starts today.
- Yes, yes, absolutely. Uh, well... . . .
My mistake!
- I wouldn't have minded being the godfather, but I'll get over it.
Rest assured.
- (Okay.)
- Uh, so... Take care of yourself, Morgane.
We'll see you in four months?
Okay... - Okay.
- ((Yes, still...))
MUMBLES
Okay! Well, SHAKY LAUGH I'm going home!
That's what I'm going to do! "Ciao," good luck!
- Bye! - Goodbye, Morgane!
- She didn't offer you godfather? She's starting to annoy me!
GILLES: You too? BENZAOUI: I'll say.
- Hey... Is it normal to have a camera in the aquarium?
- Well, no.
MORGANE: There you go, it all explains itself.
And the fish, look.
They're all at the surface and their gills are going 200 an hour.
Typical of a nitrate spike.
- A what spike?
- A nitrate spike, catch up Gilles.
The stuff polluting the soil in Brittany. - ((Huh?))
Fine, the short version: Dory, Nemo, and their friends
spend their days shitting in their jar.
And their poop turns into
nitrate, a super-toxic molecule.
To prevent them from being poisoned,
we put bacteria in the filter that cleans the water.
Except the bacteria in question cannot tolerate chlorine.
So if we introduce some to the aquarium, for example, in tap water
after emptying it to stick a suction cup in it.
Well, they croak and the poop accumulates, hence the nitrate peak.
And that screws up the fish who are in trouble.
- It's 'nitrite.'
Excuse me, but you've been saying 'nitrate peak.'
But the molecules you're talking about are 'nitrites.'
- Well, well, well.
I didn't know we had a Nobel Prize in Chemistry with us.
Nitrates and nitrites are exactly the same thing, OK?
- Not quite. In fact, nitrites have one less oxygen atom, they're much more toxic.
Moreover, if the Breton coast had been polluted by nitrites
and not nitrates,
as you implied earlier, marine fauna would have disappeared long ago.
BUBBLE POPS
BENZAOUI: He's right. It's definitely 'nitrite spike' on the internet.
- Yes, there's a number-
- No, don't worry,
many people make the mistake.
- Morgane, give me that please,
we'll check what's in it, huh?
GILLES: We'll see.
- Yeah, we'll see, right?
POPS
- We found a hidden camera in your husband's office.
The SD card is full, the murder couldn't be recorded.
ÉMILIE: I own 15% of the clinic. I install the hardware I want.
- Legally, no.
Filming your spouse without their knowledge
is punishable by 2 years in prison.
But it's not your camera that interests us, but what's in it.
Your husband was cheating on you with prostitutes.
You had suspicions, right? Your fears were confirmed-
- Pardon? LAUGHS
You think I killed him because of his chicks?
She's Crystal.
He sees her every Tuesday.
Ashley loves to scratch his back,
So he avoids undressing
in front of me afterwards.
Nicky, I was the one who introduced him to her,
when I still agreed to threesomes.
- You're definitely well informed. ÉMILIE: But not particularly jealous,
if that's what you're getting at.
I didn't record Raphaël to prevent him from cheating on me.
I just wanted to understand who was scamming him.
- Scamming? How so?
- A month ago he withdrew €30,000
from one of our life insurance policies behind my back.
I decided to keep an eye on him.
That's how I caught him giving that money to one of his escorts
I guess she was blackmailing him.
Well, if you want my opinion, it's her you should question.
- Can you prove what you're saying? - Of course.
It's from the camera I hid in his car.
DAPHNÉ: Her face isn't visible,
but I managed to sharpen her wrist tattoo,
we should be able to identify her.
MORGANE: Aaaah! There you go—
—'Nitrates in cold cuts are not very toxic,
but the microbiota in our mouth transforms them into nitrite.'
There you go, I was right, it's the same thing.
- Well no, not really. MORGANE: Gilles,
it's exactly the same thing, all right?
I did popularize it,
I thought I had to keep it short.
Now if I have to go into details, I can go into details,
But if everyone starts to quibble we're not done here, okay?
- Okay, so if this woman is an escort,
did the victim meet her on the same site as the others?
Would you please check please?
- No, sorry, but I find guys who talk about nonsense
when we didn't ask them anything, I find that suspicious.
- Morgane, what are you doing here?
- Oh! You're in luck.
Imagine that we have an extremely pretentious murderer on the loose.
If we don't arrest him quickly, he'll gain confidence.
- A murderer?
- You're letting her investigate on maternity leave?
- Not deliberately.
- Morgane is carrying on because of nitrates and nitrites.
But the suspect spent the evening at the French Ophthalmology Bulletin,
three witnesses confirm! - Very good, perfect. So it's not him.
Morgane, go home.
You, come to my office and give me a point-by-point. Let's go!
GILLES: Three, Morgane.
- Three is weird, Gilles. - Three.
MORGANE: Who has three witnesses?
Here, can you display this in your neighborhood please?
- What is it? - A wanted poster for my pigeon,
I haven't seen him for over a week.
With the number of cats in my neighborhood, I'm starting to worry.
- He's not there anymore? - No.
- Morgane, that’s great!
I'm so proud of you!
- Hold on. Why 'proud'? - 'Cause he hasn't disappeared, Morgane,
he finished his work! It means you're becoming a good person!
You've come so far!
- Wait, you mean he's- he's gone?
Just like that? I mean, without saying goodbye?
After everything we've been through? There could still be more, I don't know-
- Ssh, Morgane, you no longer need a guide.
Now you can fly with your own wings!
- You have nothing to lose by waiting.
Okay, I'm going to fly.
(So I don't need this anymore.)
- On the other hand, this isn't the trash!
WINGS BEATING
PIGEON COOS
. . .
WINGS BEATING
KNOCKING, DOOR OPENS - Dr Decker?
- Yes, Beatrice?
- I have an emergency for you at reception. - Ah.
- Oh! Thanks for meeting me, huh? - No problem.
- I tried to make an appointment online, it never works.
I thought, 'well, this is an opportunity to get to know each other.'
- Well, let's see.
- Her name is Olivia.
The tattoo isn't very clear in the photo,
but that could well be our suspect.
I pretended to be a customer, she agreed to
see me tonight at 7 at the Lotus Bar.
Boom!
- Okay, great job, Gilles. - LAUGHING Thanks!
- I'll clear the operation with Céline. - Absolutely.
- ('Reply...')
LAUGHTER
. . .
- So... uh, yes, "focus, focus"!
- "Focus, focus."
- What are you doing?
- Afida and I counted the votes,
the baby's father contest. - Yeah, yeah.
- For now, 14 votes for Timothée,
If I take my 20% costs, that's...
€30 per winner. Not bad?
- 20% costs— babe! - You're the babe!
- You're actually getting along really well.
- Why wouldn't we get along? - Because we're two chicks
we have to pull each other's hair? Go on with your old clichés.
- Ah...! :
- Uh- no! :
Shall we have lunch together? - Of course we'll have lunch together!
- I love her!
- (Serious!) - She's incredible!
SPUTTERS - Very!
- Are you okay? You're a little...
- No, but it,
it moves me to see you two get along so well.
- Yes, sorry, excuse me, do you mind giving me my €30 now?
I maxed out my credit card. - Of course!
- (Yeah, perfect.) - Oh, but you lost.
- What do you mean I 'lost'? I bet on Timothée.
- Yes, but the father is Timothée, T-H-E-E, and you put T-H-E.
- Wait, is this a joke? - Ah.....! The ticket isn't valid, so-
- Close enough! I can't help if he signs his name like a princess!
- Yeah, that's how it is. Listen, it doesn't matter, we'll get together later.
- We'll get together later, yeah.
- She's funny, huh? - Mmm.
- I think we're on the way to a beautiful friendship.
- Mm-hmm.
Yes... ADAM: Gilles? It's fine.
Tech is coming, we'll equip you. - Yes, I'll be right there, Commander.
- Okay.
Anyway, she's right, it doesn't matter-
- Rules are rules, Gilles, you know that. - Yeah...
It's the police here!
I'm really sorry to come and disturb you in the middle of your mourning.
- Stay still, or I can't work. - Yes, sorry. Ooookay!
So has it been 25 years since you became partners?
- ((Still.)) - Yes.
Oh my, you must have experienced some things, huh? Joys, sorrows,
rivalries. Right?
- Yes.
Raphaël and I complemented each other.
- Mmm. Seemed like he got around a bit, huh?
According to his wife, he was screwing a lot of chicks.
Yours, maybe? No?
- It's unlikely, I'm not married.
- Wooo!
"Roller coaster"! Fasten your seat belts!
Fine.
POPS GUM
DECKER: There.
Your eye pressure is perfectly normal.
You can go. - No, wait, because
since this morning I've been seeing very blurry.
I'd rather you checked.
Since I'm here.
- No problem. Have a seat.
Can you read the 4th line
with your left eye covered?
So...
A, L, I, B, I.
'Alibi,' right?
- Not quite.
- Oh. Well, you see, speaking of alibis,
yours is really good, huh? FAKE GASP
How lucky that you had to go and correct that article
right at the time of your partner's death, huh? Ha ha!
Otherwise you'd have had to answer
a whole bunch of questions about your schedule, like:
'Who was at the clinic at the time of your departure?'
- My assistant Béatrice and the magazine's layout artist.
The fourth line from the top.
- So... E, X, A, T, Z, H, K—
—what time did you say goodbye to your partner?
- 8:03 pm. The one above?
- E, X, A, T, Z—
—what time did you come back to the clinic to whack him?
- I'm really sorry, but I don't see any symptoms of glaucoma.
- Phew! - Just a little tired,
and lots of imagination. - I have no imagination!
You too, huh? Why, I think we both look a bit alike, no?
- I don't see what you're talking about.
Just for the sake of conscience:
This line?
- So... Y, O, E, L, K, S, F, D, A.
DECKER: Oh, almost perfect.
The last letter is an I. Like nitrite, you know?
HUFFS
- (Huh.)
(Huh!)
FUNKY MUSIC
. . .
ADAM: This suit suits you.
. . .
Are you in place?
GILLES: Uh-huh.
There are two doors and an emergency exit.
Did you read me? - 5 by 5.
Excuse me, I would like a bourbon without ice, please.
- Okay. The escort will be here soon.
You make sure she’s the right person, and we'll take her in.
RADIO INTERFERENCE
What's that noise?
- Damn, my phone must be jamming it.
MOBILE VIBRATES
. . .
Oh no, Afida.
Afida, my love?
AFIDA: Yeah, your friend will have to calm down,
I still haven't got my money. - I'm on an assignment.
It's just a little misunderstanding, It'll be sorted out.
INTERFERENCE Wait 2 seconds, I have a another call.
- Gilles, what's going on, what are you doing?
- Uh, a small technical problem with Daphné that I need to resolve.
Thank you so much. Thanks.
Daphné, did you get my messages? - Oh my, yes.
I'm sorry, I didn't know she was dyslexic,
I must have upset the poor thing. - Yes, great.
You'll be able to give her her €30?
- Well, no, because those are the rules.
- Gilles, make it short.
- On the other hand, I sent her all kinds of newsletters
on language disorders, so she'll feel less isolated.
- Gilles, are you crazy?
- You didn't, Daphné, no!
- Oh don't worry Gilles, it was a pleasure, huh?
Did you know that 80% of dyslexics...
- Morgane, are you okay?
Can I call you back? Now's not a good time.
- Karadec, it was the partner who did it.
- The partner?
Are you investigating there?
- It's him, I tell you! My pigeon shit on his car!
- Your what?
Your pigeon? - Yes, my pigeon!
- Do you know if she's dyspraxic or dyscalculic? They often go together.
I saw her counting the votes, it wasn't easy.
What I'll do is find her some little newsletters on this subject too.
- No no, really, don't send her anything!
- I'll take care of it.
Hello? Daphné? Ahem- LINE DISCONNECTS
MOOD MUSIC
GILLES: (Oh no, no-)
OLIVIA: Good evening! Gilles? - Good evening?
Oh, yes, that's me, yes.
- Olivia.
- Delighted.
- Can I sit down? - Please. I only need 2 seconds...
- Are you kidding me here? You know what she wants to send me?
- (Wh- wh- what? What?)
- Gilles, is this not a good time?
GILLES: Yes-
oh! No no no, not at all, I just... I-
Daphné always sends very strange emails.
I spoke to her, and, um, well, she's going to give you back
your €30, and she said she's sorry.
- Oh yes, she's sorry.
- Ha. - I'm going to powder my nose,
do you mind? - Oh, no no...
- This is over whether she apologizes or not.
- All right, so you found some droppings on Dr Decker's car.
- But don't you understand? - No ma'am.
My karmic messenger didn't disappear, he changed clients!
My pigeon is going after this guy because he has even worse karma than me.
- Stop, Morgane!
I know you're convinced that you're the only one able to solve this case.
But remember, there are very competent people on this, all right?
So just let us handle it, thanks.
- Huh? Hello?
AFIDA: Know what? I just hope for her that
she doesn't go out on her bike tonight,
'cause she may have some tire problems, disrespecting me like that.
- No no, wait, don't sabotage her bike, doing that is super dangerous.
Afi'? DISCONNECT TONES
- Gilles? - Huh?
- Where is the escort? - She went to powder her nose. GASPS
SIGHS
TIMOTHÉE: The crib looks good there.
Have you thought about the "mobile"?* * MOBILE-MOTIVE PUN
- Only that. I turn the thing * MOBILE-MOTIVE PUN
in all directions but it doesn't hold.
- Yes, the hanger isn't secure.
Have you decided on the stuffed animal?
My cousins ​​gave us
a koala, a whale, and a wallaby...
- 'The alibi.' The alibi doesn't speak to me.
The guy supposedly spent the evening with three witnesses.
So when did he kill the partner?
- Er, what are you talking about?
- The same thing as you! The crib,
the mobile, the wallaby...
- (Listen to me.)
I know you're anxious about these stories of childbirth,
and that's normal, with the risk
of pre-eclampsia greatly increased in late pregnancies, but—
—so you project your anxiety onto this case.
If you were to move on the list of first names, It will change your thinking.
- Yeah- no, I admit I didn't have the time.
- (Phew.) Okay.
I can read you mine if you want, to help you get started.
- Yes, great!
- These- these are really early ideas, but...
Ahem. I wrote...
Artus.
Eloi.
Grishka, like my great-uncle- - Yeah, the Bogdanovs, yes,
I thought so too. But if he had a twin,
it would definitely be in his family record book. That's not it.
Yes, pardon. Continue.
- Okay. Uh...
Others, more classic: I like Grégoire.
Amaury, Léon.
Uh... - Wait.
Did you say Léon? - Yeah. Do you like it too?
MUFFLED SHOT
- Oh, yeah... Seriously!
A hitman! That's the explanation!
- Morgane, you weren't supposed to work on the case.
- Well I'm not working, I'm just helping out.
Believe me, given your deluded obsession with the 'escort lead,'
you need it!
Because it's not a chick we're looking for, it's a hitman.
- Hitman? What hitman? - Well, the one parked
in front of the clinic the day of the murder.
Picture this: when I went back yesterday,
I spotted 18 cigarette butts
of the same brand, right next to a parking space.
Knowing that it takes an average of six minutes
to smoke a cigarette, that means
there's a guy who spent over 2 hours
parked in front of the clinic.
ADAM: Okay, let's say a guy parked in front of the clinic for 2 hours,
explain how we identify him.
- Thanks to his gray card. * CAR REGISTRATION
Because figure this: Near the clinic * CAR REGISTRATION
you pay for parking online by entering your registration number.
- Yes. - And what did I do?
I called the city pretending to be you,
and they gave me the contact details of the hitman
hired by Doctor Know-it-all.
He would be a certain...
Sacha Bartoli, residing at 19 rue de Saules.
BUZZER
- Are we at the hitman's house? - Yeah.
- You should've said so first! - 'Get your gun out,
he might be dangerous.'
- Hello, big guy. Are your parents there?
OLIVIA: Zac! What did I say about the door?
Good morning. - Good morning. Sacha Bartoli?
- Yes. - Lille PJ,
nice to see you again.
'Deluded obsession'? - OK, all right, let’s go.
- May we? - Uh-
MORGANE: Yes, may we? Pardon...
OLIVIA IS NOW SACHA
SACHA: Are you the one who tried to catch me at the Lotus Bar yesterday?
- Yes.
Believe me, you didn't help your situation by running off.
SACHA: I have nothing to feel sorry for.
I didn't know your colleague was a cop.
I see his gun, of course I-
fear for my life! ADAM: I see.
And you have nothing to do with the murder of Dr Raphaël Guillot?
- I don't know who this man is.
- Amazing, because,
we have a video of you in his car, threatening him.
Go ahead, keep lying, make your situation worse.
- (Hey! Psst! Hey, psst!)
(Tell me, uh, does your mother smoke?)
(And you wouldn't know a hitman?)
(No?)
(Okay.)
Wait, you're the one who did this?
- Yes. - Holy cow!
It's awesome! ADAM: Is that you here?
MORGANE: You're super-talented! - In this video,
the victim gives you €30,000.
So I guess he's not simply a customer.
- This is charming, huh?
- What's your link with him? Why this money?
ADAM: Zac, would you please go play for 5 minutes in your room?
- Go ahead, darling.
- Is your son the link?
Is the money for him?
Is he his son?
MORGANE: No, he's not his son.
He's his patient.
Zac was operated on by Dr Horny Bunny.
Am I wrong? Well, 'operated.'
I'd say more like butchering. He ruined his eyes, right?
Go ahead and tell him, it'll save time.
Okay, I'll take care of it!
Do you see these sunflowers? Do we agree they're very well done?
The proportions! Frankly, your son draws really well.
Except, there's a bug.
These kinds of blue halos aren't right. Yeah, all right?
A real sunflower has no blue.
MORGANE LAUGHS, HE MURMURS Except— yes!
Only we don't see them.
Okay, okay: You are aware that in nature,
there are a whole bunch of colors that we cannot see.
They are called infrared, or ultraviolet.
For example, insects have eyes that see them.
Ultraviolet rays are very good!
And besides, that's how flowers attract them,
by putting some on their petals.
So, with our eyes, where we see a poor daisy,
or a moldy sunflower,
well, Maya the bee, she sees—
(This!)
BUZZING
. . .
Karadec, does this remind you of the LSD party?
Huh? Yes...
Okay, okay... Well, all that to say that
these blue halos, it's ultraviolet.
Unlike the rest of humans, your son sees them.
- He sees ultraviolet? How is that possible?
- Because he was badly operated on.
In the human eye, there is
something that filters ultraviolet. It's called-
FILM CLIP: The crystalline lens.
- So, in people whose lens has been damaged,
they can see ultraviolet light.
Like Monet!
((Hello!))
Claude Monet was operated on in 1923 for cataracts,
The operation failed, right? And it fucked up his lens!
BREAKING GLASS
The result? These last paintings. Look:
The water lilies area a weird blue because he saw the UV.
And in fact, your son, the same thing happened.
In the more or less long term, he will become blind.
- Can someone watch your son?
We will continue this conversation at the PJ.
SHE SIGHS
- I'm listening. - It's...
A fellow escort introduced me to Dr Guillot. - Mm-hmm.
Actually, I'd noticed Zac had been cross-eyed for a few months.
One of her clients, an eye surgeon, could give me a price.
- You asked Dr Guillot to operate on your son, right?
- Yes, right.
- And then?
- Then nothing.
According to him, everything went well.
Except that a few weeks later Zac's teacher told me
he could longer read the board. So I saw another specialist,
he said his eye was very damaged
and there was a risk he could become blind.
- So Dr Guillot really messed up his operation.
- Oh, he messed up, yes.
- That's why he gave you that money, to compensate you.
- Compensate me?
No, he guy wanted to cover himself.
He said since I was a whore, he could buy anything,even my son's health.
I threw his money in his face.
He, he changed his tone.
That scumbag took screenshots of my escort profile,
he told me if I filed a complaint, he would give the photos to my son's school.
I took the money, and I left.
I didn't see him again.
- You definitely have a complicated relationship with the truth.
A parking ticket.
It says your vehicle was parked in front of the clinic the night of the murder.
How do you explain this, if you never saw him again?
WHEELS ON FLOOR
. . .
- Jeez, I don't understand.
7:45 pm,
the two surgeons finish operating on their patient in the OR, okay.
7:48 pm,
their assistant sees Dr Horny Bunny return to his office.
7:50 pm,
the guy from the magazine shows up with his article.
There, our suspect
takes him to Dr Hot Bunny's office,
and they take photos of themselves.
8:03 pm,
Dr I-know-everything-but I won't-brag
stays with the magazine guy until midnight.
So when did he kill him?
I'm missing something.
Do you have an idea? Léon?
Léon? Lee-onnn?
- Morgane, what have you done?
- Well, we're playing!
- But it's a body, isn't it?
Did you take the N?
MUMBLING
The trim! We'll choose the color of the trim! So...
. . .
There's this pastel blue which is good.
Or there's this apple green I really like-
- Henri wants something downstairs. - No Thea, we're busy, please?
I don't- - How come? What does he want?
THEA: Is it Léo, not Léon?
That's bad, 'Léon' was hot.
- It was my great-grandfather's name!
- Well!
TIMOTHÉE: He died in the trenches!
- Oh, Henri! - Oh, Morgane, hello.
- So you're in luck, I was just about to call you
about the March rent— —(and April, by the way...)
- Oh! Yes, yes. No, well...
We'll see about that later. - Okay...
- No, don't you bother, I'm just taking a few things!
That... and then that. Yeah.
- Henri, are you going on a trip? - No, uh... yes,
I'm going to a crayfish fishing competition.
Um... in Rotterdam.
It's mom! GIGGLES MORGANE: Oh.
THEA: To Rotterdam?
With your mother's portrait?
- Yes... well, children...
Come here. I'll say goodbye...
Take good care of your mother.
Dear friend: Take care of yourself.
- Weird. - Very weird.
- Mega-weird.
- Morgane, the trim! Blue or green?
SCOFFING SIGH
. . .
BEATRICE: Yes, she's Zac's mom. - Mm-hmm.
- It's thought her vehicle was parked near the clinic on the day of the murder.
Would you have seen her when leaving?
- Doctor, just one last question-
- Ms Alvaro, what else can I do for you?
Glaucoma in the other eye, perhaps? - Nooo!
- The magenta, is that you? ADAM: Morgane, what are you doing?
Morgane, will you leave him alone please? That's enough-
- Hold on, I'm going to show you something, I think you'll like it.
Excuse me, Bea.
Oh, impeccable, really! So, this is the clinic schedule.
OK, OK, each doctor, each nurse,
has a color associated with them, OK?
You're blue,
the dead one is red, Bea is green, OK?
But if I go back to the date of little Zac's operation,
Look what shows up: magenta.
Who's magenta, huh?
- Nobody. Maybe it's a mistake.
MOCKING - 'Mi mi mi maybe it's a mistake.'
LAUGHS
- Except that magenta is not a lambda color, it's a non-spectral color—
—it doesn't exist.
Our temporal lobe makes it
when we see red and pure blue at the same time.
And that our two ophthalmologists, couldn't... uh...
couldn't not know. - Are you all right Morgane?
- Are you all right? - No, I'm fine, I'm fine.
So where was I?
Magenta— yes, that's it. Magenta, the color of lies.
That's why you chose it, as a code,
you and your partner, when you traded operations.
Because it wasn't Guillot who fucked up Zac's eyes,
it was you! And that's his motive!
Oh yeah.
- Is what she said true? - Not quite.
Technically, it's the occipital lobe that manages
vision in the brain, not the temporal lobe.
As for the rest, she's right.
- Is he serious?
- Raphaël was a pathological womanizer,
SHE GROANS his wife knew it.
- Go to the maternity ward. - Shh!
DECKER: He kept up appearances.
His concept of ​​respect between spouses, I guess.
- You performed certain operations in his place,
to cover up his infidelities.
- Sometimes we made arrangements between us, yes.
- Mm-hmm.
- It had always been without consequences, but this time,
with me being tired, I slipped.
- Tired?
- Yes.
- We found this at your house.
Dyskinedopa.
A drug for Parkinson's disease.
You'e been secretly self-prescribing it since 2022.
You're ill, doctor.
You hide it so you can continue to practice.
- I'm serious. At this stage, uterine pain is not trivial.
- Gilles, unlike you I've already given birth 3 times, all right?
I can tell a contraction from a stomach ache.
This is the midday kebab that hasn't moved.
Shh! - This is early in the illness.
At this stage, medications stop 99% of tremors.
That day,
my hand started shaking in the middle of the operation.
I wanted to believe that I had avoided the worst.
But I knew that wasn't the case
when Raphaël told me about the mother's complaint.
- That's when you told your partner about your illness?
- Yes. - And Raphaël, to thank you
for covering for him, wanted to report you to the Medical Association,
so you decided to get rid of him.
- Boom! Boom!
- You're on the wrong track.
The mistake about Zac was a shock to me.
I decided to report myself to the Medical Association council.
The evening of Raphaël's death,
I was in the editorial office of the French Bulletin of Ophthalmology.
How could I have killed him?
- Indeed, it's impossible. Absent outside intervention.
These are your phone records.
You called this number.
A few hours later, the phone with that number
was located right next to the clinic.
It was at the time of the murder.
A check shows the number belongs to this individual,
convicted multiple times
for extortion with violence.
Do you know what I think, Doctor?
You hired this guy to do the dirty work.
While you were building a perfect alibi,
he was getting rid of your partner.
ULULATES - Shh!
- I actually called this guy, it's true.
But he's not a hitman.
He's the child's father.
- Huh?
- Zac's father? - Yes.
- He accompanied him on the day of the operation.
When I realized what I had done I wanted to ask him for forgiveness.
He was so mad at the other end,
I didn't dare tell him it was me and not Raphaël
who had mutilated his child.
Do you think he killed him because of me?
GROANS
- I... - GASPS Oooh!
- Well, the suspect's name is Yohann Marouani.
He never recognized Zac, but according to relatives he's the father.
And we know that he regularly uses the mother Olivia's vehicle.
- He's tough, that doc. Hats off to him.
CELINE: I heard you released Dr Decker...? MORGANE: Hmmph.
- Oh no, no! Morgane, what are you still doing there?
- Morgane's not here to work, she's here because
we're doing her "Baby Shower." Happy "Baby Shower," Morgane!
- She's having 40-second contractions every 4 minutes, she should go home.
- No Gilles, stop it! I told you, it's the midday kebab!
Well anyway, that's not the question.
Focus! Our doctor framed an innocent man, we have to find the flaw.
- Morgane, that’s enough. All right?
Your suspect has an alibi. Uh-!
Even if he knows more about sulfate than you, he's not the culprit!
Now go home before your water breaks in my "open space"!
Let's go!
- Anyway, eh, I guess we nearly did an injustice.
'Police everywhere, justice nowhere!' - That's right. Fine.
- The new suspect.
We can't locate his accommodation at the moment,
but his schedule on the night of the murder is unclear.
- Hmm.
- We can't be certain if it's blurry.
So you'll issue a wanted notice.
Is he on file? - Yes, for extortion with violence.
MORGANE: Oh, well, it's pretty.
- Oh, and Morgane, I don't want to see you again before maternity leave ends!
Well, there you go! That's good, let's continue.
DOORCAM ALERT
BIP
MORGANE: Doctor, excuse me for disturbing you,
it's just that I had one last question to ask you.
BIP
- Good evening, Ms Alvaro.
- He's too clear, unlike you.
- I guess this is another attempt to prove my guilt?
MORGANE: Exactly.
(Ooh jeez, I'm hot.)
Uh... since this investigation began,
we assumed that your partner died
after 8 pm, based solely on
this photo that you posted at 8:02 pm. But- IN PAIN
(Oh jeez...)
Except that... If... we take a closer look,
well, it turns out that you are blurry, while he—
—is completely clear.
- Mmm. - And well, it made me think
of something quite cheeky:
the mortuary photos of the 19th century.
You see where I'm going with this?
- No, not really.
And even if I love your culture lessons, I am a bit vague-
- (Fucking kebab!) - I think you're
not doing well. Should I call SAMU*? * PARAMEDICS
- No, no, it's okay, it's okay.
I was telling you, imagine that in the 19th century,
people liked to take photos of
themselves with their stiffs just before burial, for a little souvenir.
Weird, but hey, to each his own- OW.
(Oh... fuck.)
So that the things didn't look too creepy,
the idea was to make the dead look alive in the pictures, okay?
They held them upright, opened their eyes,
and put makeup on them to look alive.
And I have to say, the illusion was almost per...FECT! MOTHER!
PAINED EXHALE I'm gonna sit down for 2 minutes, all right?
I say 'almost,' because with the cameras of the time,
the length of exposures was ridiculous.
Therefore, due to the micro-oscillations of the body,
the living were always a little blurry, while the dead,
since they weren't moving, were clear!
And- yeeeeaaah... GROANS
Wait, help me.
GRUNTS
This is exactly the case with your partner.
He's sharp and you're blurry.
Because he was dead at the time the photo was taken.
And y- CRIES OUT
Wow! Eeyah... MUMBLES, GASPS
I'm going to lie down, okay? So:
FATIGUED I'm guessing your partner
must've told you he was going to report you.
You... stay calm,
you even do one last operation with him,
and at the end of the operation— —bam! You strangle him.
You take his very recognizable little hat,
and you walk past Beatrice at reception with a mask on.
So she mistakes you for him.
You return to the operating room,
you pull his body into his office,
through the other door, of course. Then— CLAPS
The guy from the magazine shows up,
you take your little selfie with the stiff,
being careful to pull his mask
tight, just to hide the mess, all right?
Then you claim there are typos in the article to
get out of the clinic, and—
—you know that since you
called him that very morning,
Zac's dad would be nearby.
And the—
IN PAIN —oh jeez...
Help me again. GRUNTS
You've bumped off your partner
and built a solid alibi. The perfect crime!
MORGANE: Oh jeez! DECKER: Are you sure you're okay??
- No, it's definitely not the kebab. Uh...
Call SAMU. Come on, call SAMU!
ADAM: Yohann Marouani, that's right.
Wanted for homicide and potentially dangerous.
Okay, all right, you'll keep me informed?
Thanks.
YOUR BETS!
- The judge will issue an arrest warrant for your suspect.
Any news on your end? - No, not yet. COUGHS
- Are you okay? - Yes, why?
- No... no reason. MOBILE RINGS
. . .
Yes, talk to me.
Uh, no, she's not here.
I hope you haven't you seen Morgane again. - Uh, no.
- No, he doesn't either. Why?
She hasn't come back yet?
SCREAMS IN PAIN
- Yes. Yes, hello, I would like a ticket to Rio.
As soon as possible.
- That's not SAMU, that's not SAMU! - Oh, I'm sorry,
I'll have to say goodbye.
Yes. 'Xavier Decker.'
D, E, C, K, E, R. Sky Platinum customer.
6 pm? Perfect! Thank you, miss.
SHE YELPS Good day.
- Yes! I'm giving birth. You have to come get me!
I'm at the Clinic- SCREAMS
- I must admit, even in your condition you're strong,
Without this regrettable setback,
you would have stopped me.
- Don't mess around, I've never
given birth without an epidural!
I'll leave you some paracetamol,
it'll give you some relief.
Okay, I have to go. Be brave!
And I hope I never come across you again-
SCREAMS
- What- what's going on, Morgane? MORGANE: Karadec!
PANTING He's the killer!And I'm giving birth!
. . . Help me Karadec, help me!
. . . - I'll call SAMU. - Too late,
. . . it's too late, it- it's coming,
IT'S COMING! - You're a doctor, well help her!
- I'm an ophthalmic surgeon not an obstetrician, I remind you!
- HELP HER, THAT'S AN ORDER! - Oh, very well.
- What're you doing? - Calm down,I'm going to get my equipment.
SCREAMS
- Are you all right, Morgane?
- No! I am not all right! BREATHING FASTER
- Cover her.
- What is that?
MORGANE: Mother-! - Morphine.
- No, you'll poison her. Put it away, now!
- Give me that!
ADAM: Morgane!
SCREAMS
SCREAM FADES
- Are you okay, Morgane?
- Ah...! It's better. Ah...
- May I?
- Come on, get this baby out.
- The head is already engaged, SHE GROANS
so we will have to push very hard! - ((Yes, OK, here goes.))
DECKER: Very good, keep going, keep going, push!
Push, push, push! SCREAM
Push, push! Push! - Push, Morgane! Push!
DECKER: Push!
- Come on, push!
DECKER: We're almost there, come on! SHE STRAINS
- My perineum is going to give out!
- No, in this case it would actually be your pelvic floor.
- Shut up! - Fine.
- Remember, remember. BREATHES DECKER: Very good, keep going,
keep going, push,
push, push, push! Come on, push!
It's coming. It's almost there-
LEO CRIES
DECKER: (Take it. Pull this.) . . .
(Here.)
(Take it. Look, go ahead.) ADAM: Huh?
Cut it. ADAM: What?
- Cut the cord.
- It's my baby... CRYING
- Come on, cut the cord. ...
A sharp cut.
- Hold on. - All right.
SCISSORS SNIP
CRYING
. . .
- ((Give it to me.))
. . .
((My beautiful baby...))
. . .
((My baby. Oh...)) . . .
((Oh... oh...))
HAPPY/TIRED LAUGH
(Oh my, We did it, Karadec.)
(We did it.)
LEO NOISES
Wooo!
. . .
MORGANE COOS, LEO NOISES
- I- I'm going to call SAMU.
And tell Timothée that everything's fine.
. . . MORGANE: Who is it? It's Leo!
. . .
- I think he took off.
DISTRACTEDLY - Oh, the idiot. Oh, shit!
- He took off!
- Oh fuck! - He took off!
Oh yes!
PIGEON COOS
- Oh!
- OH! THUD
CELINE: Our colleagues in Traffic called, Dr Decker was arrested.
he's in the emergency room with a broken ankle.
- Mmm, okay, all right.
- Are you sure that Morgane and the baby are fine?
- Yes,um, she's in her room with her children and Timothée.
- Do you want to take it? - Yeah.
LEO NOISES
Wait. Give mom's hair back! CHUCKLES
There. - He's actually cute.
You still have to think about having your tubes tied.
- Oh, very funny.
- And he's another blond. Not a change from the usual.
LEO WAILS ELIOTT: Come on, pass him here.
- Wait. Put your hand under his head to support his neck.
CROSSTALK
- I tell you, there are people who know more about babies than you.
ELIOTT: Yeah, I can manage.
- I'll take him back.
Okay, go on, that's it.
LEO CRYING
. . .
KNOCKING
NURSE: Can we come in? It's time to change Léon.
- No, not Léon. Leo.
- Oh, sorry!
- How come 'Leo'? We said Léon.
- Yeah, but Théa doesn't like it. Him neither, huh?
He doesn't like 'Léon.' - 'He doesn't like it,'
what is this insanity? - They want to talk quietly.
Are you coming? - Yes.
- Make a note of it: Léon. All right?
- No, wait. There's no 'we agreed,'
What don't you understand about not liking 'Léon'?
Look, he's crying. He doesn't like it.
LAUGHS - I'm not really a civil servant anyway...
- Morgane, I'll decide, you're in no state.
'Léon,' L, E, O, N.
- No, it's 'Leo.' Look— he stops crying when we say Leo.
Listen to me.
The day you pull a 4-kilo roast out of a mouse hole
without an epidural, you can choose the first name, all right?
In the meantime, I choose. Understand?
- Have I decided a lot of things so far?
The hospital, maybe the doctor who does the delivery,
the- the- the- the plant colors? No!
I didn't choose to have a child with you either!
LEO CRIES
IT'S A BOY
SIGHS
- Thought about what I asked you?
Thank you!
You're "dead," girl.
This is Morgane's pre-natal DNA test.
'Results for sample name TG.
Probability of paternity: 99.99999%.'
- And so? - And so your rules say,
that you 'will make good when we have confirmed the identity of the father
with certainty.'
But 99.99999%, that's not certain.
Your bets are void. Pay me back.
- All right, 99.99999%? That's 100%.
Huh, Gilles?
- Oh? You're going to explain why it's not marked 100%?
- So, while the chance of error is very low,
since the rule stipulates 'with certainty,'
you can actually say, if you think about it,
'absolute certainty' is relative.
So 'TG, 99.99999%-'
- All right. You're a coward, Gilles. It says, 'Timothée Guichard, 99.99999,'
i.e. 100%, i.e. he's the father, period.
Look at the stats, guys. ELIOTT: Pardon me,
actually, 'TG' doesn't stand for 'Timothée Guichard.'
- What do you mean, 'TG isn't Timothée Guichard'?
- No, it stands for "Test Génétique."
Well, when you send samples you shouldn't them mix up.
I called them TG, TG2, TG3, for 'Genetic Tests 1, 2, and 3.'
- Are you stupid or what? Why couldn't you
use initials like everyone else? - So who's the first TG?
- Uh, well... So, the first TG is...
- Coffee?
A FEW DAYS LATER
- Oh jeez, come on, he's blocking the whole street!
HONKING
Use the lights & siren to make him get out of the way!
- That's going to make him cry. LEO NOISES
. . .
HONKING
Uh, what would be a convenient time to pick him up next week?
6 pm?
- Yeah. - Yes.
- So now you'll take care of the bath? OK? You going to get through this?
- Yes, of course, obviously. TUTS
- Okay.
- So we start shared custody Friday,
and I bring him back the next Friday at 6 pm too.
- Yeah, after that we'll see as we go along, huh?
We don't have to- - It's better to have a framework.
LEO NOISES ADAM: I...
I've seen that children need structure to flourish.
- Obviously. . . .
- Leo, is it good to have a framework?
Yeah, am I right? Yes yes yes yes!
Mm-hmm!
RESTRAINED LAUGH
HONKING
Ahem.
It's true, 'Leo' suits him well.
LEO NOISES
HONKING
- Well, know what? I'm getting out here, because I can't stand this anymore.
- I'll help you.
. . .
MORGANE: Hey! No- hey! What's going on here?
Hey, I'm talking to you! THEA: No! No, no,
no, there's no way-! - Where are you going, huh?
- No, no, put that back where you found it! No.
Not another step! I'm talking to you! - Whoa!
- What's going on? - What's going on?
Henri hasn't paid his taxes since 1950.
He's left, we don't know where. HONKING
- Since when do we kick tenants out of their homes?
I remind you that we're in France, the country of human rights. In addition,
I've just given birth, so, uh, case closed!
BAILIFF: Do you have a rental contract?
THEA: OK, well, I like that in my morning shower.
ELIOTT: Oh, no, no! MORGANE: Thea! Thea!
Thea, hold Chloe in your lap and you strap yourself in, huh?
- Okay.
HONKING
THEA: You wouldn't have a room and a shower?
♪ HEY BITCH ♪ BY ISÏA
- What are you doing? THEA: Come on, move.
CROSSTALK
THEA: I'm saying hurry up!
I'm dying of laughter.
ELIOTT: It doesn't all fit. THEA: You put your-
- Morgane, will you explain to me what's going on?
- Come on, that's not coming. Well- no!
Actually, change of program.
Um, we're going to start joint custody at your place, huh?
Since the fact is you weren't very present during the pregnancy,
this will allow you to catch up!
♪ . . . ♪
MORGANE: Thea, wait! Wait, wait, you forgot this.
Oh come on! Stuff it in!
♪ . . . ♪
HONKING
- You'll wake up the little one!
♪ . . . ♪
- Let's go Karadec, blast the siren.
HONKING ♪ . . . ♪
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