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Captain,

Professor Joseph Camus, 33 years old,

boss of archaeological excavations.

He was hit five times with a knife

and he had time to call Police Secours.

A specialist of ancient Rome who ends up like Julius Caesar.

And I thought that the world of archaeology was boring

like a Sunday night.

The assailant used a weapon among these tools.

A trowel.

Me, I would lean more towards a crime of impulse, not premeditated.

I'm going to go. Inject.

That's it, he's breathing, let's go.

- Let's go. - Go.

"Ornella."

I don't see any Ornella in his phonebook.

It's not a very common first name. His friends, colleagues, family,

we're looking everywhere but we're finding her. Come on, hop! hop!

I'll take care of it.

It's not every day that the victim points out the culprit to us.

There's the number of Gaëlle, your wife.

My ex-wife, or rather my future ex-wife.

She has resumed her studies of archaeology,

no doubt to excavate the remains of our marriage.

Maybe we should call her,

maybe she can help us.

To what?

To see that our life is now nothing but a field of ruins?

It's okay, I'll call her.

Let me guess:

it's you who wanted to kill the Pr. Camus,

but you were wrong.

It was night

and you thought it was me.

Fred, don't complicate things please.

I'm doing an internship in his team.

And what kind of guy was the young Champollion from Marseille?

The kind of little genius, brilliant, with diplomas

and not giving a damn about honors.

Did he often go there to work alone at night?

More and more often, yes.

But he didn't necessarily come there alone and not necessarily to work.

What do you mean?

I went back to the field one night

because I had forgotten some things and I found him in charming company.

Ornella.

No, surely not.

I don't know who it was.

I didn't want to disturb them, but I was surprised by him.

Because he's a nice guy.

No. He's a pain in the ass, actually, like you.

I see: the kind you divorce without hesitation.

No.

The kind you don't even marry.

You wanted to see Ornella, she is in this room.

Well, she had to go away.

No, no, she is here.

Let me introduce you to Ornella.

Camus brought her to light a month ago.

It is his first great discovery.

She is beautiful, isn't she?

She dates from the 1st century B.C.C.,

when the Roman army had invaded the region.

Camus named her Ornella,

like the woman of his dreams. That's what he told me.

The professor pointed to a statue as the assassin.

So, Ornella is just a dying man's rant?

Should we drop the lead?

- Maybe it's his Rosebud. - His what?

His Rosebud.

Don't tell me you haven't seen Citizen Kane.

No.

At the moment of death, Orson Welles' character says: "Rosebud".

We will finally discover that it is the name of a sled.

A childhood memory that will mark his whole life.

Yeah, well, Ornella, that doesn't make him too for a sled.

There must be a reason why Camus gave

a feminine name to the discovery

the most important of his life as an archeologist.

According to Gaëlle, he told everyone that Ornella was, and I quote:

"The woman of my dreams."

It still doesn't tell us who attacked him or why.

You have a knack for bringing everything always

down to earth questions.

- I think I found her. - Who?

Ben, Ornella.

You were right: it's an uncommon first name,

but I finally found an Ornella Pasteur,

- wife of a psychiatric doctor. - The connection with the victim?

She lives about a hundred meters from the crime scene.

Please, lieutenant, if they are both there,

you want to keep the shrink busy while I interview Ornella?

You can ask me normally, barking?

Because there, you are polite,

I have the impression that you are setting me up again for another screw-up.

Me? But not at all.

No, this time, we are going to conduct the investigation together, as equals.

A girl, a boy.

Okay.

I'll be the boy.

- Ornella Pasteur? - Yes.

Allow me?

Ornella.

Professor Camus was attacked with a knife last night.

His body was found pierced with five trowel blows

bathing in his blood.

What does this inspire in you?

That it's horrible, of course.

But who is Professor Camus?

- Is your name Ornella? - Yes.

What's all this noise? I am in consultation, there.

- It's the police. - The police?

Why do they come to break our feet?

We are doing a neighborhood investigation about an attempted murder

that took place last night on the ground of the archeological digs?

Indeed, yes,

I saw the police cars this morning. What happened?

You see that with the biped.

I am only the spare tire.

Are you coming, Ornella? We'll let them talk between men.

- Bad night... - Rarely good.

You have to say, it's exhausting.

Going to kill a guy and coming back to go to bed right away.

It's hard to fall asleep.

I take a good detective story.

Murder stories relax me. Don't you?

What do you want from me?

Is your colleague always so hotheaded,?

Oh, it's one of his good days.

Big inferiority complex.

You must not be at the party every day.

Joseph Camus, he's your lover.

I don't know who you're talking about.

Why do you suspect me?

He pronounced your first name in my ear

just before he fell into a coma.

And yet, he fascinates you in his own way.

You feel respect for him.

So let's go back to that night instead.

You didn't notice anything unusual?

Ah, there's some embarrassment, some evasion.

No, I was asleep.

And your wife?

She was sleeping with me.

Is this assault that serious?

Yes, he's in a coma.

Joseph Camus, an archaeologist, Does this ring a bell?

First time I've heard his name.

So, maybe you'll remember his face?

No.

Sorry.

Is this your type of man?

Ornella?

Ornella?

Do you have any confidences to tell me?

It's your constant irony, you're always attacking me.

I'm not going to be able to put up with this.

I'm going to be very clear with you, Ms. Pasteur.

Sooner or later the victim will come out of the coma and tell us what happened.

Either you are involved,

I advise you to confess as soon as possible.

Or you are innocent,

and I advise you to help me.

I have never met this man in my life.

I did it again?

But what did I do again last night?

You slept. I was there.

What about this dirt? And this blood?

- Where did it come from? - From the garden.

- You must have scratched yourself on the acacias. - What about my brooch?

I lost my brooch! I went there.

I lost it there.

We'll find it. Calm down!

I hate shrinks!

Even if I have to admit that he drew me

a portrait of you as accurate.

Let me guess: the poor handicapped

as broken in his head as in his legs.

- That was a little more precise. - Well, well!

We have just been informed of the call from Prof. Camus to Police Secours.

- Police Secours, I'm listening. - Come quickly! I am bleeding.

I am going to die.

- What is your name, sir? - Professor Camus.

Come! I beg you. She watched me die.

He must have fainted. He said nothing more.

"She watched me die."

It seems clear.

He knew his attacker. It was a woman.

Ornella.

But Ornella is a statue.

We know he was receiving nightly visits

and it was Ornella he slipped into my ear.

But you have nothing against this Ornella Pasteur.

Just a geographical connection.

She was deeply disturbed when she saw Camus' photo.

Yeah. And her couple, there, I don't feel it.

I've never known you two to be so connected.

Now, Lucie and I are one and the same person.

We see the same, we act the same, we think the same.

Like that, I have two Cains.

One as a girl, the other as a boy.

- Nice evening? - Yes.

No need to wait for him.

In the state in which you left him,

he won't come anymore.

We have to make love.

I want him.

Ornella, what happened here?

Good evening!

Where are you going?

I'm going to bed. It's getting late.

You know, sleepwalkers can do crazy things

during their attacks.

They are in a neuro-vegetative state, as if on LSD.

There have been cases of murders committed during sleepwalking seizures.

They have each time led to an acquittal,

the altered state of consciousness having been proven.

I would tell you to go hang yourself, Borel,

with your knowledge spread out like Encyclopædia,

but this time, I will give you a chance.

Ornella told me that she was waiting for him to make love.

Can one have sexual intercourse while sleepwalking?

Yes, it even has a name:

sexsomnia.

The person seems to be awake, feels a...

a real need to do...

the act with all the gestures that... well all that one does in these moments.

But she is unconscious.

But she still remembers what happened when she wakes up?

Absolutely not.

She does not keep any memory.

At most a diffuse feeling.

Which explains why Ornella does not know Camus,

but reacts when she sees his photo.

And she didn't need to rape the archaeologist.

He found the ideal woman: she fucks, keeps smiling,

she disappears until the next day.

Is that the definition of the ideal woman for you?

I would dedicate a statue to her. "The woman of my dreams."

And suddenly she's out of her mind. She tries to murder you.

We're going to need a little more solid evidence

to convince the prosecutor to follow us.

For that, I'm counting on you.

You're Cain's double. To Cain, Cain and a half.

Thank you Borel.

I saw.

Any suicide attempts?

Yves got me out of there.

He gave me back my self-confidence.

Thanks to him, I feel safe.

When did your sleepwalking attacks start?

Did he talk to you about it?

I don't do it anymore.

I take my treatment.

I'm gradually becoming a normal woman again.

What do you think is a normal woman?

Do you recognize her?

Yeah.

It's definitely the woman I saw in Camus's arms.

Thank you, Gaëlle.

Gaëlle !

Yes? Another question, captain?

Excuse me.

I don't know how to behave anymore with you.

Our situation is so strange.

It's not the first time that we separate.

It's the first time that we get divorced.

I didn't foresee that it would end like this.

I signed the papers. Did your lawyer receive them?

Yes.

Yes, it's fine.

Everything is in order, there's nothing left to do but wait.

Good luck in your investigation.

Can I help you, sir?

I'm told my wife is here.

I'm not just her husband.

I'm also her doctor.

I want to be present if you need to interview her.

Far be it from me to disrupt a loving couple.

Follow me.

Sorry to bother you.

Dr. Pasteur prefers couples therapy.

They're touching, aren't they?

Sit down, sit down.

I hate it when people are taller than me.

It's treatable, you know?

Thanks.

Ornella was telling me about her sleepwalking episodes.

Apparently, she never remembers anything.

Not even the night Joseph Camus was assaulted?

You don't have to answer that question. The neuroses my wife

suffers from have nothing to do with this assault.

Relax. We are here just to chat.

Consider us as colleagues.

How often do you have sex?

Do you want to come on my turf?

You are taking risks.

You warned me: your colleague has his bad days

and his even worse days.

He too has his bad days.

Is that why you dream of another man?

A young archaeologist capable of satisfying all your desires.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Is your husband aware of your nocturnal antics?

You're bored with him.

You're always scrutinizing your every move,

your every word.

You want to break the routine.

A lover, an adventure.

Real life, what.

An experience to share with us, lieutenant?

Or a fantasy, rather?

Yesterday, we were talking about your unconscious desires

towards your colleague.

Yesterday, you yourself were asking questions and answering them.

Assume your impulses.

You are waiting for this.

Do you hear? He never talks about love.

Joseph Camus loved you.

It is in the hands of this manipulator that you put your health in.

So, I make my wife sick

and she kills her lover.

Is that your hypothesis?

He hoped for you every night.

You were the woman of his dreams.

He even gave your name to an ancient statue that he discovered.

You can check it out.

It's in the archaeological museum.

- He named it Ornella. - Don't listen to them.

You are sick, Ornella,

Your husband doesn't protect you, he watches you sink.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, I think I'm going to throw up.

Are you happy?

- Did you see what you wanted? - Even more so.

I thought he was guilty.

Now it's you that I'm starting to suspect.

Does your husband know?

How far along are you?

Three weeks.

Please don't tell him!

I didn't tell him anything.

He's not the father, is he?

I don't know.

I don't know.

In all my years as a cop, I've never witnessed

such a pathetic interrogation.

I found it rather entertaining, and even instructive.

The commander has a point:

only a perverted mind like yours could take pleasure

in this kind of grand debating.

You didn't really respond to his attacks.

There must be some truth to it.

Not one ounce of what he said about me is true.

Don't go imagining things. I don't feel anything for you.

No feelings, no attraction, no love, nothing.

Don't worry, neither do I.

I'm not really into tomboys.

Do you know what he's telling you the tomboy?

That we have an investigation to finish.

We'll keep this under wraps, we'll talk about it later.

No problem, I'm your man.

Things are getting back on track. At least I'm getting you back.

What are you doing now?

This guy wants to pull strings.

I'm going to take a closer look at him.

Between sick people, do you have the keys to understand him.

You, you don't let go of Ornella one step.

Pregnant with a stranger she may have assaulted,

I'm afraid she's going to do something stupid.

I don't need your orders, that's what I was going to do.

Come on, honey. Let's go home.

Yes?

Mrs. Moix?

It's Ornella Pasteur.

I thought you'd never call.

I'd like to see you.

You mustn't believe everything those policemen say.

- What really happened? - Nothing.

Nothing happened.

Take your medicine, now.

In your condition, you need to rest.

My condition?

You're pregnant, you know that.

Who told you?

But you, come on.

We talked about it here a few days ago.

I've actually made an appointment with the clinic.

The abortion is scheduled for Saturday.

I don't want an abortion!

Ornella.

You can't keep it, you know that very well.

Do you think it's his? Is that it?

Whose?

You didn't sleep with the archaeologist.

You haven't had any sexsomnia attacks for a long time.

Or if you did, it was with me.

So why do you want me to have an abortion?

You're getting tiresome

Ornella, we agreed.

No children in this house.

Just you and me.

I love you, baby.

I'll take care of you.

Thanks.

Take your pill now. Come on.

Lieutenant, we may have found something.

It's now or never tell me more

I'm on the road behind Ornella.

Pasteur had a first wife, who died under strange circumstances.

- They lived in Menton at the time. - Interesting. Go on, continue.

Pasteur's first wife was called Anne.

She died in a strange accident.

On a straight road, on a beautiful summer day,

one afternoon,

her car left the road to crash into a plane tree.

The causes of her death were never elucidated.

Her parents filed a complaint against X

but the case was closed.

They thought she had been murdered

because she was about to leave Pasteur.

And then there's this above all: Anne was pregnant.

But why now?

It's been five years since we wrote to you.

They thought she had been murdered

because she wanted to leave Pasteur.

Yeah, Captain?

Borel, on the trowel that was used for the assault,

- you didn't find any fingerprints? - No, no, none.

Only the victim's.

- Are you sure? - Yes, of course.

So, the murderer wore gloves, of course.

Right, captain.

Thank you.

Ornella?

But where were you?

I was very afraid.

In Menton.

Tell me the truth. I'll believe you.

Anne's death was an accident.

She was depressed and bipolar.

One day,

she came back from the beach.

Do you think I could kill someone?

I don't know.

I don't know anymore.

I can't take it anymore!

This child I'm carrying,

the endless mink, the assault of this man.

What's it all about?

You are the woman of my life.

If we were to be separated, I would die.

Why do you say that?

I went to the excavation site this afternoon.

I found her there.

As long as we are together, you are safe.

Ornella is in danger.

It has nothing to do with sleepwalking.

When Pasteur finds out that she went to Menton...

What's your hypothesis?

That night, he followed his sleepwalking wife

and butchered the archeologist

before her eyes.

And Camus' call to Police Secours?

"She watched me die."

Yeah, she looked at him, yes, but she didn't see him.

She was asleep.

You can't move forward without evidence.

Not one element of this file is supported.

Well, we're going to do a raid.

I'm sure we'll find something in the house.

Pasteur will be scared out of his mind, he'll come out of the woodwork.

Certainly not.

I'm spending my time covering up your escapades.

I'm going to end up jumping.

So if you want to do a sting, for once,

do it by the book.

You're going to ask the D.A. and you're acting under the control of the Public Prosecutor's Office.

That's all bullshit. We know the D.A.:

he's going to appoint an examining magistrate so as not to get his nose in trouble,

it'll take days and weeks.

Pasteur will have plenty of time to eliminate Ornella.

Yeah, but that's no bullshit, it's the law.

And we're here to enforce the law.

So your visit to the D.A.,

it's not an advice, it's an order.

In the meantime,

we can take turns stashing in front of the Pastor's house.

It's not a big deal, but this, we can do.

Don't get it wrong. I'm not doing this to please you.

I'm doing it for Ornella.

I understood

I'm taking the first shift.

Is that all?

Don't you have anything more solid?

That's your ram's way of doing things.

That seems to me to be particularly light to justify a search.

Judge, this is an emergency. A woman is in danger.

Obviously, as soon as there is a woman...

We know you.

My intuition...

I don't care about your intuition!

Justice doesn't work on hunches.

We're wasting time, damn it!

If a woman, sick and tried, dies this afternoon,

you'll have it on your conscience.

And I'll be happy to remind you

every fucking day of your fucking life!

I apologize.

Are you okay?

Yes.

- What are you hiding behind your back? - Nothing.

Well, yes.

Gloves.

They're pretty beat up.

- Philip, finish the drawers. - Okay.

Sorry.

Have you thought about what we said last time?

Look in that box.

Too visible to be honest.

I can't reach it.

See?

You take refuge in the role of the obedient subordinate,

you refuse to invent an equitable relationship with the captain.

He sadizes you and you ask for more.

It sounds like you enjoy being dominated.

You have no free thoughts.

You screwed me, Pasteur.

But if I find Ornella with a scratch on her hand,

a bruise on her elbow or a hair missing,

I'll shoot you down like a dog.

Even if I have to end my life in jail.

Please write:

"It is I, Ornella Pasteur,

who assaulted Joseph Camus on the night of August 19th."

Why are you doing this?

I figured it out during the search.

You have nothing to arrest my husband and you will never find anything.

He destroyed the only evidence that existed.

I can take your testimony against him.

What's the point?

I would be the only one to accuse him. There are no witnesses.

No one will believe me.

Mr. Pasteur has just arrived.

My wife has no business being here.

I want to see her.

How is she?

She could be better.

She has just accused herself of assaulting Joseph Camus.

This confession is worthless.

Ornella has a severe psychological disorder.

She is on neuroleptics

and her treatment may impair her discernment.

The fact that she is accusing herself of the assault of Mr. Camus,

proves that the situation is urgent. And that evening, she was with me.

I took the necessary steps

to have her placed under medical supervision.

I advise you to release her now.

All these documents have been added to the file

which will be on the prosecutor's desk tomorrow morning.

Permit me?

I too would like to beat the crap out of this guy.

Only he must have been preparing to argue his case

for a long time.

If we don't release her now, the D.A. will order us to do so tomorrow morning.

We can demand a second opinion psychiatric.

That would take too long.

You better find concrete evidence

to arrest the bastard.

Captain.

Joseph Camus just died.

Shit.

This is our last chance.

You can leave him, Ornalla, now!

He has no right to hold you. You are free!

Get the hell out of here, Cain!

Just get down and walk.

- Nothing will happen to you, I'm sure. - But leave her alone!

You don't know what you're doing.

He won't have the courage to stop you.

He's a coward.

No! Ornella!

Ornella!

Fuck!

Are you proud of yourself?

What do you want now?

Go away!

You're only hurting her.

You don't love her.

I acted like a kid.

I thought Pasteur was going to come out

and beat me up and I would have stopped him.

I think I made a big mistake.

It doesn't hurt to break your teeth on someone stronger than you.

Maybe it will make you less arrogant.

The hatchet?

It didn't take an archeologist to dig it up.

Okay.

If we're going to eat each other's noses,

we might as well know why.

You said it yourself: when the case is over.

Pasteur wants to press charges.

Can you hear me now?

Fucking stop it, I can't take any more of your bullshit!

The day I'm fired, I'll tell you that you're fired too.

Yes, chief. Good, chief.

Everything will be better afterwards, you'll see.

Well, I'm going to take the body to perform the autopsy,

even if, a priori, I won't find anything more. That's the law.

Yeah, if you could find us something like:

"A woman wouldn't have had the strength to give him those five strokes with a trowel,"

that would be fine with us.

She's better.

I'm taking her home.

I've made some inquiries:

- he had her aborted, too. - At least she's alive.

What if we can get him to commit another crime?

We resuscitate Camus,

we spread the news that he has just come out of a coma,

Pasteur panics,

thinks he's going to give the name of his attacker,

he's going to settle his account and we catch him red-handed.

You're definitely completely crazy.

I know.

We've said everything

and I don't want to have you as a patient.

I read an article last night about pathological manipulators.

They are found in priority in six professions.

In last place, gurus.

Amazing. I would have put them in first place.

And in first place,

cops and psychiatrists.

Frankly, don't you find that a little offensive?

It's worth a little introspection

to decide between us.

Do you mind if I go to the bathroom?

I won't be long.

That is, if they are accessible to the chairs.

If not, it would be unfair.

- It would be an uneven playing field. - In the back, to the left.

Excuse me.

I'm very sorry, but I have an emergency.

I have to go.

Shall we resume the meeting?

At your place

or ours?

It was a good try, Cain,

the little toilet trick.

The text message sent by your colleagues.

Did you really think I was going to fall for it?

Laughable and pitiful.

I just wanted to make sure that you knew

the principle of double bind.

No?

It is, however, one of the fundamentals of psychological manipulation.

Two contradictory orders are given in the same sentence.

If the person obeys the first order,

he or she will necessarily disobey the second, and vice versa.

For example, having to come to the hospital to check

that Joseph's awakening was a ruse

was in contradiction with the necessity to stay at home.

And yes, by obeying the 1st constraint, you disobeyed the 2nd,

Mr. Doctor of Psychiatry. You have failed.

You have left Ornella all alone.

By now, she must be packing her suitcase.

Come on! Courage, Ornella.

We haven't got much time

He'll find me, that's for sure.

Think of all that's waiting for you. You're going to be free at last.

Ornella!

Come on!

Come on!

- But what are you doing? - I'm going to stay.

If I do what he wants, it'll be okay.

Ornella, he tried to screw you up, but you're strong.

Don't let him find you here.

Ornella?

Ornella?

Answer me!

You don't have the right to do this.

I killed Camus. It's for you that I did it.

And you want to leave me?

You see, Ornella, it's not you who are sick. It's him.

The question was who was more manipulative, the cop or the shrink.

I think I won, don't you?

Attempted murder with witnesses.

Plus your confession.

Cain and me, it's sometimes a little complicated,

but he likes free women.

I love you.

Bravo, Lieutenant!

Nice shot.

Cain bis...

We are more efficient when we are on the same wavelength.

Your plan was very stupid but...

I have to admit that it worked.

I really thought he was going to strangle me.

You'll have to tell me one day about your fantasies.

Oh, not the ones about me, though...

And what about your megalomania, do you want to talk about it?

Ooh la la, I feel a return of hostility in your voice.

It's better to put that off for another day.

You're defying yourself, that's it! Huh?

You're defying yourself!

Love definitely takes many forms.

Two thousand years ago,

a man carved the woman he loved in marble.

Two thousand years

and they're still here.

Thanks for coming.

You wanted to talk to me?

I need to understand.

The divorce papers,

why did you sign them?

Because you sent them to me?

That's what you wanted, right?

I had no right to hold you back.

I sent them to you because

I hoped you would tear them up.

That's your usual way of acting.

You did sign them, didn't you?

No.

No, I didn't.

Want to come see my new house?

This is the part where I'm supposed to hug you, right?

How do I do that?