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Bird cooing

...

-Pigeon !

Where are you?

She coos.

... -Morgane!

What are you doing ?

-I'm looking for my pigeon, who has been missing for a week.

...

-Oh, yes... Hey!

Mom is overwhelmed by the arrival of the baby,

but everything is fine, dad is here.

We do as the midwife said.

... Chut...

We breathe.

...No, we breathe.

We sit down. -No, it's okay.

-Yes, we sit down. -You're annoying.

-And we relax,

by checking the checklist.

-Not the check-list! -Father...

The keychain is good.

Your suitcase, too. We checked the routes.

A, B and C for the journey. ...

You see, everything is ready.

Phone

...

A visit to an apartment on the street.

I'll be there in 30 minutes maximum.

Think about the first name.

Here. We'll compare our lists.

-OK.

See you soon.

-Dad is coming back.

Kiss

-Why are you sulking?

Did I open this paternity test or not?

SO ?

She coos.

*Ringtone

*-Hello? -Daphne, it's Morgane.

This is my pigeon. I haven't seen him for a week.

I'm stressed. *-I'm online.

The commander is at the crime scene.

We remember.

-A crime scene and I don't know anything about it?

Hello ?

*Tone

Oh, damn...

Series credits

...

-Sorry about your partner. Were you close?

-Yes. Raphael and I...

We met during our ophthalmology internship.

Then we set up the clinic together.

I didn't tell his wife, Jeanne, I don't know how to tell him.

-We'll take care of it.

-THANKS.

-When was the last time you saw him?

-Last night around 8pm. We finished operating late,

then I left urgently to deal with a problem.

-What kind of problem?

-Typos in an article co-written for an ophthalmology journal.

One of their employees brought it in last night for proofreading.

and some legends were wrong.

As it was going into print,

I have integrated the corrections there,

while Raphael finished the surgical report here.

-You stayed the night with these people.

-Yes, until about midnight.

I can have their contact details.

-I'll do that. A colleague will write them down.

Vincent. I'll leave you with him.

THANKS.

So, doctor?

-Commander, the victim was strangled with a cable

electric type.

-Hello. -Hello.

I will retrieve the document. -Yes.

-The murder took place yesterday before 10 p.m.

-After 8:02 p.m. The victim

posted this at that time.

-This is the article his partner told me about.

When he went to make the corrections,

the killer was able to get in.

-Two and a half years of mental age.

-Morgane, you, here?

-I'm coming to work, here.

Are you blacklisting me from crime scenes?

-No way.

-I know, you wanted to be the "father", the godfather of the child.

(And that would have made me happy.)

But I said, there were several candidates.

I'm sorry if I hurt you again,

but kick me out of crime scenes for that,

It's petty, it's crap, it's lame.

-You are on maternity leave.

-Shit...

Oh bah... OK...

-It's the 12th. The holiday starts today.

-Yes, absolutely. Oh well...

My bad.

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

Rest assured.

-OK.

-Take care of yourself, Morgane.

See you in four months?

OK... -OK.

-Yes, still...

Okay. Well, I'm going home.

This is what I'm going to do. Bye, good luck.

-Hello. -Goodbye, Morgane.

-She didn't offer it to you? That upset me.

-Hey... Is the camera in the aquarium normal?

-Well, no. -There, everything is explained.

And the fish, look.

They are on the surface and their gills are working at 200/h.

Typical of a nitrate spike.

-Peak of what?

-A nitrate peak, finally, Gilles.

The thing that pollutes the soil

in Brittany.

In short:

Dory, Nemo and their friends spend their time shitting in the jar.

And their poop turns into nitrate,

super toxic molecule.

To prevent them from poisoning themselves,

We put bacteria in the filter which cleans the water.

But these bacteria cannot tolerate chlorine.

And if we introduce, for example,

tap water, after emptying it

to stick a suction cup in it,

they squeal and the poop builds up, hence the nitrate spike.

And it fucks the fish

in PLS. -It's nitrite.

You speak

de "pic de nitrate".

But the molecule you are talking about is nitrites.

-Well, well, well.

We have the Nobel Prize in Chemistry

with us? The nitrate

and nitrites are the same thing, OK?

-Nitrites: one less oxygen atom, more toxic.

If the Breton coasts were polluted

by nitrites and not nitrates,

marine fauna would have disappeared

for a long time.

-He's right. It's a woodpecker.

of nitrite, on the Internet. -The number...

-No worries.

Many people make this mistake.

-Morgane, give this.

We'll check what's inside.

-Let's see what's inside.

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

The SD card is full, the murder could not be filmed.

-I have 15% of the clinic. I'm setting up there

what I want. -Legally, no.

Filming your spouse without their knowledge is a two-year prison sentence.

We are not interested in the camera.

Its content, yes.

He cheated on you with prostitutes.

You had suspicions. Your fears

confirmed... -Excuse me?

She laughs.

I killed him because

of them?

This is Crystal.

He sees her on Tuesdays.

Ashley scratches his back.

So he avoids

to undress in front of me, afterwards.

Nicky, I introduced him to,

for threesomes.

-You are well informed.

-And not particularly jealous.

I was filming, not to prevent him from making a mistake,

but to understand who was scamming him.

-How so ?

-A month ago, he took 30,000 euros from one of our life insurance policies.

I decided to keep an eye on him.

And I saw him give the money to one of the escorts.

She had to blackmail him.

She is the one who needs to be questioned.

-Do you have any proof? -Of course.

It's from the hidden camera in his car.

-You can never see his face, but I refined his tattoo.

We should identify him.

-Ah... There you go.

"Nitrates in cold meats

"are not very toxic, but the microbiota in our mouth

turns them into nitrite." I was right, it's the same.

-Not really, then.

-Gilles, it's the same. Okay?

I did some popularization,

I thought I understood to keep it short.

If I need to go into detail, I can.

But if we quibble, we're not done.

-If it's an escort, the others are from the same site.

Can you check?

-And sorry, but the guys who talk about everything

even though they were not asked for anything,

I find that fishy.

-Morgane, what are you doing here?

-You're in luck.

Imagine that we have a hyper-pretentious murderer on the loose.

If we don't lock him up, he'll lose his confidence too much.

-Murderer? You let her investigate?

-Not deliberately.

-Morgane is upset because of the nitrites.

His suspect spent the evening at the "Bulletin d'ophtalmologie".

We have three witnesses. -So it's not him.

Morgane, go home. You, come and take stock.

-Three.

-That's weird.

Who has three witnesses?

Can you display this in your neighborhood?

-It's what ?

-A notice for my pigeon that disappeared.

With all these stray cats, I'm worried.

-Is he not there anymore? -No.

-Morgane, that's great!

I'm so proud of you!

-Why proud? -He didn't disappear.

He has his mission.

You have become a good person.

You came from so far away!

-You mean he left?

Like that, without saying

Goodbye ?

After what we've been through? He could have...

-You don't need a guide anymore, 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 it anymore.

-This isn't the trash can.

Wing flapping, cooing

...

There is a knock, the door opens. -Doctor?

-Yes, Beatrice? -An emergency, at reception.

-Ah! Thank you for having me.

-No problem.

-Online appointments don't work.

And since we know each other, it's the opportunity.

-Well, let's see.

-Her name is Olivia.

The tattoo isn't very clear, but it could be

our suspect.

I pretended to be a customer,

she's seeing me tonight at 7pm at the Lotus Bar.

Boom!

-Great job, Gilles. -Thanks.

-I validate the operation with Céline.

-"Answer..."

Laughs

...

-Alors, focus, focus.

-Focus, focus.

-What are you doing?

-The votes are being counted.

The baby's father contest.

So far, 14 votes for Timothée.

If I remove my 20% commission, that makes...

30 euros per winner. Not bad?

-20% off, great lesson. -You're the hottie.

-You get along really well.

-Why not? -Should we fight?

Go ahead with your old clichés.

Shall we have lunch together? -Sure.

-I love it.

-Serious. -She's amazing.

-Such !

-How are you? Are you a little...?

-No, but it...

It moves me to see you so well together.

-Can you give me my 30E now?

I broke my credit card limit. -Sure.

-Perfect. -Ah, you lost.

-What do you mean, lost?

I bet on Timothy.

-Timothy, THEE. You, you put THE.

-Is this a joke? -The ticket is invalid.

-He writes his name like a princess!

-That's how it is, it doesn't matter. See you later.

-We'll see each other again, yes.

-She's funny.

We are off to a beautiful friendship.

Yes... -Gilles.

The technique is coming. We will equip you.

-I'm coming, Commander.

But she's right. For an "E"...

-The rules are the rules. You know that.

This is the police here.

-Sorry to bother you in the midst of your mourning.

-Stay in place.

I can't work. -OK.

You have been partners for 25 years?

Yes.

Oh my, you must have experienced a lot of things, joys, sorrows.

Rivalries?

-Yes.

Raphael and I were complementary.

-It looked like a hot rabbit.

According to his wife, he didn't give a damn about girls.

Yours, perhaps?

-I'm not married.

-Ouch!

Roller Coaster! Fasten your seat belts!

good

His gum bursts.

-So.

Your eye pressure is normal.

Go for it.

-Wait.

Since this morning, my vision has been very blurry.

Check.

If I have to be there...

-No problem. Take a seat.

Can you read

the 4th line hiding the left eye?

-Alors... A, L, I, B, I.

Alibi, is that it?

-Not quite.

-You see.

Speaking of alibi,

yours is really good.

How lucky to have gone to correct the article,

right when you murder your partner.

Otherwise, you would have had questions about your schedule, like:

"Who was there when you left?"

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

The 4th line?

-Alors, E, X, A, T, Z, H, K.

When did you say goodbye to him?

-8:03 p.m. The one above?

-E, X, A, T, Z.

What time did you come back?

to kill him?

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

-Phew! -A little tired.

And a lot of imagination. -I have plenty of it!

You too, huh? We look a bit alike.

-I don't see.

For the sake of awareness,

this line?

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

-Almost perfect.

The last letter is an I. Like nitrite. You know?

She blows.

*Background music

...

-The suit suits you.

...

Are you in place?

...

There are two entrances and an emergency exit.

Do you receive me? -5 out of 5.

I would like a bourbon without ice.

-OK. The escort will be here soon.

You make sure it's the right person and we call him.

*Parasites What is that noise?

-Damn, my phone must be noisy.

Vibrator

Oh, miss... Afida.

Afida, my heart.

-Your friend is going to have to calm down.

I don't have my money. -I'm on a mission.

It's a misunderstanding, it will be resolved.

*Parasites Wait, I have a double call.

-Gilles, what are you doing?

-A technical problem with Daphne that I need to resolve.

Thank you so much.

T'as eu mes messages ?

-I didn't know she was dyslexic.

I must have upset her. -Yes, great.

Are you going to give him his 30 euros?

-No. That's the rule.

-Gilles, shorten. -On the other hand,

I send him addresses on language disorders.

To be less isolated.

-Daphne, no!

-No, it's a pleasure.

80% of dyslexics... Telephone

-Morgane, are you okay?

Can I call you back?

-It was the partner who did it.

-The partner?

Are you investigating?

-It's him, I tell you. My pigeon shit on his car.

-Your what?

Your pigeon? *-Yes, my pigeon.

-Dyspraxic, dyscalculic? It goes with it.

I saw her counting the votes, it was not easy.

I'll find some newsletters on that.

-I'll take care of it.

-Don't send anything.

Daphne?

-Good evening.

-Gilles? -It's me.

-Olivia.

-Delighted.

-Can I sit down? -I have some

for two seconds.

-She's making fun of me. Do you know what she's sending me?

-Am I coming at a bad time?

-Yes...

Well, no, not at all!

Daphne always sends very strange emails.

I spoke to her, she will give you back

your 30 euros and she apologizes.

-Oh yes ?

-I'm powdering my nose. Does that bother you?

-No way.

*-Does she apologize, or not?

-So, some droppings

on Dr. Decker's car. -You don't understand?

My karmic messenger,

he didn't disappear, he changed clients.

This guy has even worse karma than mine.

-Stop. You think you're the only one who can solve the investigation.

But imagine that competent people are on the job.

So, let us handle it, thank you.

-Hello ?

-Just, if she goes out on her bike tonight,

she may have tire problems, disrespecting me.

-Don't sabotage the bike. It's super dangerous.

Fire?

*Tone

-Gilles ? -Hein ?

-Where is the escort? -Gone to powder herself.

Sigh

-The bed looks good. Have you thought about the mobile?

-I only do that.

I turn it around in my mind, it doesn't hold.

-Yes, the fasteners are not secure.

For the comforter, have you decided? My cousins ​​gave us one

a koala, a whale, a wallaby...

-The alibi, you speak.

The guy would have spent the evening

with three witnesses. So when

he killed him?

-What are you talking about?

-Same as you. From the bed,

you mobile, you wallaby…

-Listen to me.

You are anxious about childbirth,

with the risks

of pre-eclampsia

late pregnancies.

You move your anxiety. Think about first names,

It will change your mind.

-I admit that... No, I didn't have time.

-OK...

I read mine to you, to help you

to get started? -Yes, great.

-These are really first ideas.

I noted...

frame

Eloi. Grichka.

Like my great-uncle. -The Bogdanovs, I thought about it.

But if he had a twin, it would be in his family record book.

Pardon. Continue.

-OK. Uh...

Otherwise, more classically, I like Grégoire.

Amaury, Leon.

Uh... -Wait.

Did you say Leon? -Do you like it too?

-Ah yes... Serious.

A hitman! That's the explanation.

-You're not working anymore. -I'm just helping out.

Given your delusional obsession with "the escort trail",

you need it.

We're not looking for a girl, but a hitman.

-A hitman?

-He was parked in front of the clinic.

Imagine that when I went back there yesterday,

I spotted eighteen cigarette butts of the same brand,

next to a parking space.

Knowing that it takes on average six minutes to smoke a cigarette,

that means there is a guy

who spent more than two hours,

parked in front of the clinic.

-Let's say a guy stayed there for two hours,

How do we identify it?

-Thanks to his registration card. Because in the neighborhood of the clinic,

You pay for parking online, with your registration number.

And what did I do? I said I was you

and the municipality gave me the killer's address

hired by the know-it-all-doctor.

It would be a certain

Sacha Bartoli, residing at...

19, rue de Saules.

-Are we at the killer's house? -Yes.

-You should have said that before! -Take out your weapon.

It can be dangerous.

-Hello, big guy. Are your parents here?

-Zac !

Did you open?

Hello. -Hello.

Sacha Bartoli ?

-Yes. -PJ from Lille.

Nice to see you again.

Delusional obsession? -Come on, let's go home.

-Do you allow me?

-You're the one who wanted to trap me.

at the Lotus Bar? -Yes.

You didn't arrange

your situation while fleeing.

-I have nothing to reproach myself for.

I couldn't tell he was a cop.

I see his weapon,

I'm afraid for my life. -I see.

Does this have nothing to do with the murder of Dr. Guillot?

-I don't know who this man is.

-That's amazing.

We have a video of you in his car threatening him.

Keep lying to me.

Make your case worse.

-Psitt !

Tell me...

Does your mother smoke?

You know a killer

for hire?

Non ?

OK.

Did you do this?

-Yes. -Holy cow.

It's awesome.

-Is that you there? In this video,

the victim gives you 30,000E.

I guess he's not just a customer.

-It's charming.

-Your links?

Why this money?

Zac, would you like to go play in your room for 5 minutes?

-Go ahead, honey.

-Is he the link?

Is the money for him?

Is this his son?

-He's not his son.

This is his patient.

Zac was operated on by Dr. Chaud-lapin.

Am I wrong? Finally, operated...

I would say butchered. He ruined his eyes.

Tell him, we'll save time.

I'll take care of it.

See those sunflowers? They're so well done.

The proportions,

Your son draws really well.

Except there's a bug.

These blue halos are nonsense. Do we agree?

No blue in the sunflowers.

Actually, yes. But we don't see them.

You are aware

that in nature there are lots of colors that we don't see.

They are called infrared, or ultraviolet.

But insects, their eyes see them very well.

And the flowers

attract them like that,

by putting some on their petals.

We, where we see a poor daisy

or a moldy sunflower,

Maya the bee, she sees...

Like!

Buzzing

...

Karadec, does that remind you of the LSD party?

Huh? Yes...

OK... All that to say

that these blue halos are ultraviolet.

Unlike the rest of humans, your son sees them.

-Is it possible?

-Because he was operated on badly.

In the human eye there is something

which filters ultraviolet rays.

*-The crystalline lens.

-People whose lenses have been damaged, they see them,

ultraviolet rays.

Like Monet.

Good morning.

Claude Monnet was operated on

in 1923 from cataracts.

The operation went wrong and it ruined his lens.

Look at his latest paintings: blue water lilies

because he saw UV.

Actually, the same thing is happening to your son.

In the long term, he will become blind.

- Can someone watch your son? We'll continue talking to the PJ.

She sighs.

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

A fellow escort introduced me to Dr. Guillot.

In fact, Zac had been squinting for a while.

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

-To operate on your son.

-That's it.

-And then?

-Afterwards, nothing. According to him, everything went well.

But soon after, at school, he could no longer read

the table. I saw another specialist.

He said his eye was damaged

and that he was in danger of going blind.

-He failed his operation.

-He missed it, yes.

-And he gave you money.

To compensate you. -Compensate me?

The guy wanted to cover himself, especially.

Since I was a whore, he thought he was buying my son's health.

I threw his money in his face.

He changed his tone.

This scumbag took screenshots

from my escort profile.

If I filed a complaint, he would take the photos to my son's school.

I took the money and left.

I didn't see him again.

-Your relationship with the truth is complicated.

A parking ticket.

Vehicle parked in front of the clinic at the time of the murder.

Your explanation?

Rolling on the floor

...

-Damn, I don't understand.

7:45 p.m., the two surgeons

finish operating on their patient.

19h48,

their assistant sees Dr. Chaud-lapin

return to his office.

7:50 p.m., the guy

from the magazine arrives with his article.

There, our suspect

takes him to Dr. Hot Rabbit's office.

They take pictures of themselves.

20h03,

Dr. Know-it-all leaves with the magazine guy and stays

with him until midnight.

When did he kill him?

Something escapes me.

You, do you have an idea? Leon?

Leon?

-What did you do?

-We both play.

-It's a corpse!

Did you take the N?

She whispers.

The skirting boards. We're going to choose the color.

...

There's this pastel blue that's nice.

Otherwise, this pine green.

-Henri steals stuff.

-We're busy, can you...

-What do you mean? He steals stuff?

-It's Leo,

not Leon? Leon, that was hot.

-Leon,

the great-grandfather

died in the trenches!

-Henri! -Morgane, hello.

-I was about to call you

about the March and April rents, by the way.

-Yes... Well...

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

Don't bother, I'll take a few things.

This... and then this.

-Are you going on a trip? -No, yes...

A crayfish fishing competition.

Uh... In Rotterdam.

It's mom.

-A Rotterdam ?

With his portrait?

-Yes, well, children...

I say goodbye to you.

Take good care of your mother.

Dear friend, take care of yourself.

-Weird. -Very weird.

-Mega weird.

-The skirting boards, blue or green?

She sighs.

...

-Yes, she's Zac's mom.

-His vehicle was parked near the clinic on the day of the murder.

Would you have seen him when you left?

-Doctor, last question.

-What more can I do for you?

Glaucoma in the other eye?

-Magenta, is that you? -Morgane!

You leave him alone.

-I'll show you something.

Excuse me, Bea.

Ah, perfect. Here is the clinic schedule.

Each doctor, each nurse, has their own color.

You, the blue one.

The corpse, the red one. Bea, it's green, OK.

But if I go back up

on the date of the transaction

from little Zac...

Look what appears. Magenta.

Who is magenta?

-Nobody. Surely a mistake.

-It must be a mistake...

She snickers.

Except that it's not a random color, it's a color

non-spectral, it does not exist.

Our temporal lobe makes it,

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

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

not to know. -Are you okay?

-You will.

Where was I?

Magenta, yes. Magenta, the color of lies.

You chose it for that, as a code,

you and your partner, when you exchanged the transactions.

It wasn't Guillot who screwed up little Zac's eyes,

It's you! And that's his motive.

Oh yes...

-Is that true? -Not quite.

Technically,

The occipital lobe handles vision in the brain, not the temporal.

For the rest,

she is right.

-Is he serious?

*-Raphael was a pathological runner.

She moaned.

His wife knew it.

-Go to the maternity ward. -Shh!

*-He kept up appearances.

His idea of ​​respect between spouses, I imagine.

-You carried out certain operations to cover up his infidelities.

-We made arrangements between us.

So far, it has always been without consequences.

This time, with fatigue, my gesture slipped.

-Fatigue?

-Yes.

-It was at your place.

You dyskine dope.

A drug against Parkinson's disease.

You have been secretly prescribing it to yourself since 2022.

You are sick, doctor.

You hide it to continue practicing.

-I'm serious.

At your stage, uterine pain is not trivial.

-I have already given birth three times.

I recognize a contraction of a stomach ache.

Right now it's kebab at noon.

Shh. *-This is the beginning.

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 when Raphael told me about the mother's complaint, I became disillusioned.

-And there you told him about your illness.

-Yes. -To thank you.

by covering it up, he wanted to denounce you.

So you decided to eliminate it.

-Bouh is!

-You are on the wrong track.

The mistake about Zac was an electroshock for me.

I wanted to report myself to the Council of the Order.

The night of Raphael's death,

I was in the editorial office of the magazine.

How could I have killed him?

-It seems impossible without the intervention of a third party.

These are your phone records.

You called

this cell phone number.

Shortly after, he bounded

next to the clinic, at the time of the murder.

This number belongs to this individual

convicted multiple times

for violence and extortion.

You know what I think?

You hired this guy to do the dirty work.

While you were building an alibi for yourself,

he eliminated your partner.

-Nikikiki! -Chut!

-Yes, I called this guy.

But he's not a hitman.

He is the father of the little one.

-Hein ?

-Zac's father?

-He had accompanied him on the day of the operation.

Realizing what I had done, I wanted to ask him for forgiveness.

He was so mad with rage,

that I didn't dare tell him it was me

who had mutilated her child.

You think he killed him because of me?

She moaned.

-Chut...

...

-The suspect's name is Yohann Marouani.

He never recognized Zac, but to those close to him, he was the father.

And he uses the mother's vehicle.

-He's strong, the doc. Hats off.

-Dr. Decker has been released?

No! Morgane, what are you doing here?

-She's not here to work, it's her Baby Shower.

Happy Baby Shower, Morgane!

-She has contractions lasting 40 seconds every 4 minutes, she has to go home.

-Gilles, stop! It's the noon kebab.

That is not the question.

Focus: the doctor has trapped an innocent, we must find the flaw.

-Morgane, that's enough. Okay?

Your suspect has an alibi.

He knows more about sulfate, but he's not the culprit.

Come back, before your waters break in my open space.

-Anyway, we're not going to be far from one injustice.

Police everywhere, justice nowhere.

-That's it.

-The new suspect.

We haven't housed him yet,

but his schedule on the night of the murder is unclear.

-If it's blurry, there's a wolf.

You are issuing a search notice.

Is he on file? -For extortion and violence.

It's pretty.

Morgane, I don't want to see you before the end of maternity leave.

Well, there you go.

That's good. Come on, let's continue.

Ringtone

*-Doctor, excuse me for disturbing you,

I just had one last question.

-Good evening, Mrs. Alvaro.

-He is too clean, unlike you.

-Is this another attempt to prove my guilt?

-Exactly.

Ooh, I'm hot.

Since the beginning of this investigation,

we assumed that your partner was dead

past 8 p.m., based solely on

in this photo you posted at 8:02 p.m.

But... Damn...

Except that... If we look more closely,

it turns out you are blurry,

while he is totally clean.

Imagine that it made me think of something

quite cute:

19th century funeral photographs.

You see where I'm going with this.

-Not really.

Even though I love your rough G culture lessons...

-Fucking kebab.

-You're not feeling well. Should I call the emergency services?

-No, it's okay.

I told you that in the 19th century,

people liked to take pictures of themselves

with their corpse, just before burying him.

To have a souvenir.

Fuck...

So that the thing doesn't look too creepy,

The idea was to make the dead look alive.

They kept them upright, they opened their eyes,

they made them up.

I must say that the illusion was

almost perfect. His mother!

I'm going to sit down for two minutes.

I say "almost", because with their cameras,

the exposure times were crazy. So,

with the micro-oscillations of the body, the living were blurred,

while the dead, not moving, were clean.

Yes indeed.

Wait, help me.

This is exactly the case with your partner.

He is in focus and you are out of focus.

He was dead at the time of the photo.

Yes indeed.

She moaned loudly.

I'm going to lie down.

I imagine that your partner

must have told you he was going to report you.

You, you stay calm,

you operate with him.

And at the end of the operation, bam, you strangle him.

You take his recognizable hat,

and you walk past Beatrice with a mask on.

So she mistakes you for him.

You return to the operating room,

you drag his body into his office,

through the other door, obviously.

The magazine guy comes in,

you take your selfie,

taking care to pull on his mask,

story to hide the mess.

Then you claim there are typos in the article.

to get you out of the way

from the clinic, and...

you know that,

since you called him in the morning,

Zac's dad will be there.

And there...

Ah... damn...

Help me again.

You killed your partner and built

a concrete alibi. The perfect crime.

Damn! -Are you okay?

-It's definitely not the kebab.

Call the emergency services.

Come on, call the emergency services.

-Yohann Marouani, yes.

Wanted for homicide. Potentially dangerous.

OK. Keep me posted.

THANKS.

...

-The judge issues a search warrant for the suspect.

Any news? -No.

-Are you okay? -Yes, why?

-No... like that.

Phone

...

Yes ?

No, she's not here.

Haven't you seen Morgane again?

-Well, no.

-No, he doesn't know either. Why?

She didn't come back?

She screams.

-Yes.

I would like a ticket to Rio.

As soon as possible.

-That's not the Samu. -Sorry, I have to

to give you the slip.

Xavier Decker. D-E-C-K-E-R,

membre Sky Platinium.

6pm, perfect. Thank you, miss.

Good day.

-I'm giving birth.

You have to come and get me.

Clinical...

She screams.

-You are strong.

Without this regrettable

setback, you would have stopped me.

-Don't mess around, do me

the epidural.

I've always had it.

-Here is some paracetamol.

-Don't mess around. -I have to go.

Courage! And I hope

not to cross paths again.

She screams.

-What's going on?

-L'assassin.

And I give birth!

-I'm calling the emergency services.

-Too late.

It's too late, he's coming.

-You are a doctor, help her.

-Ophthalmic surgeon, not obstetrician.

-Help her!

What are you doing?

-I'll get my equipment.

She screams.

-How about you?

-Non !

-Cover her.

-It's what ?

-His mother! -Morphine.

-You're going to poison him.

-Give me that!

She screams.

She calms down.

-Are you okay, Morgane?

-It's better. Ah...

-Allow me?

-Get that baby out of me.

-The head is already engaged.

Push really hard. -Yes, here we go.

-On continue.

PUSH !

She screams.

Push. -Push, Morgane.

-PUSH.

-PUSH.

-We're almost there.

-My perineum is going to give out!

-Rather your pelvic floor.

-Shut up.

-Remember. Push.

On continue.

Push! Come on! It's almost there.

Baby Cry

...

...Take this.

Here.

Look, go ahead.

Cut it. -What is it?

-Cut the cord.

-It's my baby...

Baby Crying

-Cut the cord. ...

A sharp blow. ...

-Alright.

...

-Give it to me, Karadec.

My beautiful baby...

...

My baby. Oh... ...

...

We did it, Karadec.

We did it.

Baby's babble, Morgane's wonder

...

-I'm going to call the emergency services.

And tell Timothy that everything is fine.

-Who is it? It's Leo!

Baby babble

...

-He ran away.

-Ah, the con. Ah, shit.

-He ran away...

-Fuck... -He ran away.

Oh yes...

Pigeon cooing

-Oh !

Shock

*-Colleagues called me, Dr. Decker was arrested

to the emergency room with a broken ankle.

-OK, agreed.

*-Are Morgane and the baby okay?

-Yes, she is in her room with her children and Timothy.

-Do you want to take him? Here, in your arms.

We give mommy's hair back!

There you go. -He's actually cute.

You should have your tubes tied.

-Very funny.

-He's still a blond. That's not going to change.

Go ahead, pass.

-Wait. You put your hand under his head.

To support his neck.

-He knows more about babies than you do.

-I manage.

-I'll take it back.

He is not well.

Tears

...

On touch.

-Can we come in? Leon's toilet.

-No, not Leon. Leo.

-Oh, sorry.

-We said Leon.

-But Théa doesn't like it. Neither does he, huh?

He doesn't like it. -What's this madness?

-We'll leave you.

Are you coming? -Yes.

-Note Leon.

-No, wait.

You don't understand? He doesn't like Leon.

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

-Anyway, I'm not the civil registry.

-I decide. You're not in a state.

Lion, LION.

-No, it's Leo. He cries more when we say Leo.

Listen to me.

The day you pull a 4kg roast out of a mouse hole,

without epidural,

you will choose. In the meantime, I choose.

-I decided things? The maternity, the doctor,

painting? No!

Nor to have a child with you.

...

-Have you thought about what I asked you?

THANKS.

You're dead, meuf.

This is Morgane's prenatal DNA test.

Sample Name:

TG. Probability of paternity:

99,99999%.

-So? -Your rules say:

"When we have confirmed paternity

with certainty."

99.99999% is not certain. Your bets are bad.

Give me my money back.

-99.99999% is 100%.

Hein, Gilles ?

-You're going to explain to him why it's not marked 100%.

-Even if the margin of error is small,

as the regulation states "with certainty", one can...

At the same time, an absolute certainty,

It's a bit relative.

TG, 99,99999%...

-You're a coward. It says:

"Timothée Guichard: 99.99%", or 100%. He's the father.

Period. Make some stats.

-Sorry. "TG" is not Timothée Guichard.

-"TG", isn't that T. Guichard?

-Well, no. It's for "genetic testing".

To avoid mixing samples,

I called them "TG", "TG2", TG3".

For genetic testing, 1, 2, 3.

-Are you stupid? You should have put

initials!

-Who's the first one?

-Bah...

So, the 1st TG is...

-A coffee?

-Damn, he's blocking the whole street!

Horns

Put the gyro in, so that it clears.

- Absolutely not, we'll make him cry.

Babylon

Horns

-What time do you want me to pick it up next week?

6pm? -Yes.

So you're in charge of the bath. Are you going to get through this?

-Yes, of course, obviously.

-OK.

-We start shared custody on Friday,

until the following Friday.

-We can decide as things go, we don't have to...

-It's better to put some framework.

Is...

They need structure to thrive.

-Obviously.

-Leo, is it a good frame?

Am I right? Yes, yes...

That's right, it suits him well, Leo.

Babylon

Horns

-I'm going down there, I can't take it anymore.

-I'll help you.

...

Hey! What's going on?

I'm talking to you!

-No, there is no way.

-What's wrong? Put it back where you got it.

But finally? I'm talking to you!

What's happening?

-Henri hasn't paid his taxes since 1950.

He ran off to who knows where.

-Since when do we start evicting tenants?

We are in France, the country of human rights, and I have just given birth.

-Do you have a rental contract?

-I'm ready to shower,

The morning.

-Ah, no! -Théa.

Take Chloe on your lap and strap yourself in.

Horns

-Not the room and the shower.

-What are you doing?

-Come sit down. -Two seconds.

-Are you talking to me?

Dying of laughter.

-It doesn't fit.

-Can you explain to me what's going on?

-Change of program.

We will start joint custody at your home.

You were not present

during pregnancy,

This will allow you to catch up.

Wait! You forgot that.

Go ahead, stuff it!

-You go

wake up the little one.

-Karadec, pop the gyro.

Horns

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