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Come on, Oslo. That's a good dog.

Yes, that's a good dog. That's good.

So, I don't add parsley.

You can add a bit.

OK.

I really like it.

Yoga and cooking

is a really original mix.

At home, I add a little walnut oil.

- Walnut oil? - Yes.

I have pizza oil and olive oil.

Olive oil.

And have you volunteered for long?

A while.

I won't go into it, but my childhood was tough.

As a student, I helped battered women.

And discovered yoga.

A teacher used it as a self-confidence builder,

to help the women.

I wanted to do the same.

We're good.

We're good.

I made guacamole.

No one will believe me.

What if one of your kids fluffs their exams?

Let's be honest,

you mean Thomas.

It's OK if he does. Don't throw everything out.

I wouldn't.

I'm sure you could.

Yes.

Tom, I'm just saying

I've always believed you'll pass your exams.

I have.

And if you don't,

you'll have a year to think.

You won't be the first.

No, I'm just saying, I'm not...

No, no, yes, yes... I'm still here.

Tom, can you call Mum and tell her that for this evening...

I'll do everything.

- Hello. - Hello, Major.

- Hello. - Camille, Erwan,

- Thanks. - Inès.

Sorry, I need a bit of time.

No problem.

What do we have?

Baptiste Lacroix, aged 59.

His wife found him dead on his truffle farm this morning.

What was the cause?

A blow to the head, on his scalp.

There's something here.

Paint.

- Yes. - Take a sample, please.

Judging from the rigor mortis, he died yesterday afternoon.

This was in his pocket.

Sugar lumps. There was nothing else.

Injections. That'll be insulin.

Diabetics carry sugar.

OK, standard procedure. Go over the surroundings,

find the weapon, and start asking around.

I'll speak to the family.

OK, see you later.

See you later.

I got back late yesterday.

Baptiste wasn't there.

I assumed he was out in his woods.

Didn't he take his phone?

Baptiste was old-fashioned. He never used a mobile phone.

I fell asleep.

It was only when our dog came back, alone, without his master...

My God, Julie.

Julie?

Our daughter.

What can I say,

after all she's been through? - Meaning?

She lost the use of her legs in a car accident, two years ago.

So we adapted our home,

including her culinary lab, for work.

Where can I find her?

With her husband in Montpellier.

He's starting a business. They do everything together.

Where do they live?

Across the courtyard.

Lacroix's dead?

- Did you know him well? - We were due to work together.

We'd have made a mark, with his skills and method.

Weren't you successful?

Do you know how many hectares I own, of vineyards, olive groves

and truffle oaks?

We were just very complementary.

We've lost a truffle master.

And did you hear or see anything yesterday afternoon?

No, but I can ask my guys, if you like.

We'll take care of it, thanks, Mr Barsky.

I've got CCTV if you need it.

I put it in on the roads to my two properties.

Why all the security?

I don't buy the best equipment just to have it stolen.

And truffles are 800 euros a kilo.

That would help.

I can watch it in 5 minutes.

- If you like. - Thanks.

There's no trace of the weapon or the paint.

Then the killer took it.

For sure.

The major says to question the victim's daughter.

OK, I'll look at the CCTV and you speak to the daughter.

Why do I get the bad job?

I'm senior, let's say. Here you go.

OK for this time, but don't get comfortable.

Baptiste was outstanding.

He was like a father to me.

And?

I was driving the car when we had the accident that...

Put me in this wheelchair.

It wasn't his fault, but he feels guilty.

I understand.

My parents-in-law never blamed me.

We were all very involved.

Dad really helped us.

He did up the house

and gave us both work.

Did you see him yesterday?

No, I was cooking all day.

And did you see him yesterday?

No, I was in Montpellier, at the office with a supplier.

I can't believe it.

A damn yoga teacher.

- Hey! - What?

- Where were you? - I was...

The exam results come out today.

We're having a big party, but some people prefer yoga.

It's so annoying.

OK.

OK, I'll calm down.

Shall I fill you in?

Baptiste Lacroix, estate owner and truffle-union vice-president.

Erwan filled me in.

OK, but there's more.

Really?

Lacroix withdrew 3,000 euros, cash.

3,000 euros? No way.

- That's a lot. - Yes.

His widow doesn't know

and the money's missing. - OK.

Ah, Erwan sent a message.

The CCTV shows

that some women went up to the Lacroix estate,

yesterday at 4pm.

That's Rosie Darieux,

a former employee.

OK, hang on.

Well now.

She lost a court case against Lacroix two weeks ago.

Why was she suing?

Unfair dismissal. That'd cause an argument.

A double motive. First, the sting of the dismissal,

then the lack of compensation and recognition.

- That's three. - Yes, it is.

I'm on it.

I checked their accounts.

They look fine, but they were

fiddled.

He was skimming money?

Yes.

And he withdrew 3,000 euros.

What was it for?

I think it was for Rosie Darieux.

She paid her rent arrears today.

But why, if he wouldn't give her

her severance pay?

Let's ask Rosie Darieux.

Did you know that Baptiste Lacroix was fiddling his own accounts?

What do you mean?

And you blackmailed him for 3,000 euros.

I didn't know he was fiddling the accounts.

But you blackmailed him.

It's not like that.

We don't assume.

We listen, analyse and understand.

- Or not. - It's to do with the car accident.

In what way?

No one knows, but Baptiste was supposed to drive.

He couldn't, so his son-in-law did, at dawn, after working all night.

He fell asleep.

If no one knows, how come you do?

Because you were with Baptiste that morning.

Or even all night, right?

And you threatened to reveal all.

I asked him for help, just once.

Or I'd have been homeless.

Hello, Léa, how are you?

- Fine, how are you, Franck? - OK.

- So? - Cause of death: cranial trauma.

Dark-blue paint particles around the bump confirm

that the weapon was metallic.

- So, nothing new. - No.

- What about the blood test? - He was diabetic,

but followed his treatment.

Then why the sugar lumps?

As a precaution.

I see.

And the drug and alcohol tests?

- They were negative. - Are you sure?

Yes.

Some witnesses say he seemed unusual.

That wasn't the alcohol. It was this.

Sorry, I don't get this.

Mr Lacroix didn't die of that?

He did, although the impact looks mild,

it was enough to trigger a subdural hematoma.

He was stunned and then felt better for a while.

So he seemed drunk.

Yes, and he died in the late afternoon,

so he was hit between 10am and 2pm.

- Not at the scene. - No.

So we've got nothing.

I won't thank you. Have a nice day, Franck.

You too.

Damn, damn, damn.

Darieux was in training from 10am to 2pm.

She couldn't have killed Lacroix.

And her bank statements confirm that Lacroix

had never paid her before.

So why was he fiddling the books?

I have something.

About the new timing?

I was at the union.

Lacroix wanted to veto the award of a quality label

to a new member. Guess who.

Xavier Barsky.

- Yes. - That hurts

the supposed association of the Lacroix and Barsky estates.

Well done, Erwan. Dig into it.

The union wouldn't help me out without a warrant,

which will take at least 24 hours to get.

Anyway, Soler asked me

to check the bars and cafés,

to find out where those sugar lumps came from.

- Bye. - Bye.

Er...

Have you seen my car keys?

I'm looking for my car keys. With a black fob.

Ah! Oh, sorry!

What have you lost, Captain?

My car keys.

It's amazing, I never lose them.

You need a big key ring.

Like a snap hook.

I'll get one.

Amazing.

This never happens.

That's not it. It doesn't matter.

- Any news? - No.

Lacroix can't have suggested that partnership. Barsky lied.

An old-school truffle farmer

wouldn't work with a newcomer.

No way.

No, nothing.

Any news about Camille?

Yes, things are going well in Poitiers.

That's good.

Can I ask,

about the major's transfer, without wanting to pry?

I'm in the dark.

She wouldn't tell me.

- Yes, she would. - Why?

Only you could convince her to fight to stay.

- Me? - Yes.

Ah.

Soler and Marchal left together.

And?

So they're getting on.

No, he just lost his car keys.

No, I have them.

You use Marchal's car?

It's the most comfortable.

Is that a bit cheeky?

Well...

No, no, it's a service vehicle.

That's what I thought too.

Hey, Inès!

- What about the sugar? - Ah yes.

Nothing.

Almost all the cafés I went to use that sugar

and no one saw Lacroix.

OK.

How could Mrs Lacroix not know that her husband

was fiddling the books?

When a man has something to hide from a woman

he finds a way.

Really?

I don't mean me. I mean in general.

You don't have to explain, Paul.

No, I... Yes.

What about tonight?

How much would you put on our son?

That's horrible.

We can't bet on our own kids!

No one does.

Not literally.

So, what do you say?

Alice will do well and Paul will have to resit.

I didn't sleep.

You caught up.

Sorry?

No, nothing.

Did Tom say that I cooked?

Oh no! I used my insomnia to cook.

You made something?

Yes, everyone changes.

Or almost.

Ah!

- It's here. - What?

We'll split up.

I'll do the widow, you do Barsky.

It's straight on, 3km that way.

That's 45 minutes for you.

- Cheap. - That's right.

- Thanks. - Watch out for the boars.

Yes, see you later.

Mr Barsky?

Who are you? How did you get in?

I used my winning smile.

But not only.

I used this too. Captain Marchal.

Thank you, Adelaide.

I'm looking for proof of your project with Lacroix.

There isn't any. We just discussed it.

Really? OK.

Baptiste was old-school. When he gave you his word,

it was his bond.

I'll see you out. I have to work.

So do I, Mr Barsky. I'm not just here for fun.

Seeing as you have time, let's visit your truffle fields.

I don't know much about it,

but your oaks are looking good.

They look strong.

Not like the old ones you uprooted.

That's the secret to success: replace the bad with the good.

Young for old.

But do those young trees produce truffles?

Yes, a fungus grows on the roots.

Tuber melanosporum. Périgord black truffles.

So there's no waiting.

And they produce more. A lot more, even.

Mr Barsky,

I checked your yield. It's good.

Not as good as that. But we have stock.

Stock? How is that possible?

You've just moved in. You're super efficient.

Where were you yesterday, between 10am and 2pm?

With clients. You can check.

OK, you know the way out. It's straight ahead.

Mrs Lacroix, I'm starting to wonder. You were unaware of all this?

Rose Darieux's dismissal. Your husband's case against Barsky.

Their possible collaboration.

That's a lot.

He was like that.

He didn't bother us.

Even about fiddling the accounts?

He did it for Julie.

Can you tell me more?

When Julie replaced Rosie Durieux, sales dropped

and costs rose.

Julie used some of our produce for her trials.

Fruit conserves, truffle tea...

And did they sell badly?

Yes.

But it made her happy.

And Baptiste would sacrifice the business for her.

That couldn't go on forever.

Baptiste would have found a way.

He always found a way.

The truffle of the day. That's a nice harvest.

The harvest only begins in three weeks.

Those are old.

Yes, I knew that. It starts in three weeks?

For everyone? Even with young oaks?

Yes, it's the season, not the tree's age.

And it takes years for an oak tree to peak.

What if I said that some oaks are already producing, right now?

I'd say they're from China,

but they produce fake truffles.

Do fake truffles exist?

The Chinese ones look the same, but they have no flavour.

People add a synthetic flavour.

Are they hard to spot?

Very - they sell.

But a truffle dog recognizes them.

And if your dad knew about fake truffle production,

how would he react? - Badly.

Fake truffles change an oak's roots, genetically,

and those around it.

OK.

Your dog, Bosco...

Oslo.

Oslo. Does he have a good nose?

One of the best in the region. Why?

Mr Barsky!

I don't believe it. Again?

Yes, you've got me travelling.

I came to do an experiment. May I?

It's incredible.

Such a valuable fungus and it's so ugly.

I'm glad to hear that, but you're wasting my time.

No, you'll see, Mr Barsky. This is going to save us time.

There.

Oslo! Come on.

Come here. Sit down.

Oslo, sniff.

That's good, Olso. Yes, that's a good dog.

That's right.

This is from Mr Lacroix's field.

It's a Tuber melanosporum, or a black Périgord truffle.

It's a genuine truffle. But you knew that.

Unlike these Chinese truffles, which are from your estate.

And Mr Lacroix found out.

- I can explain. - Good.

But not here, at the station.

Do you have a car?

I need to drop the dog off.

Even if Baptiste knew, farming Chinese truffles

isn't illegal.

That's true.

But selling them as real, with a synthetic flavour, is.

Lacroix could have revealed your 800-euro/kg truffles were fake.

Hence our partnership.

Tell me more about that.

OK.

Baptiste got a bit annoyed when he found out what I was doing.

So you resolved the problem, your own way, for good.

I didn't need to do anything.

He suggested a partnership.

For what reason?

Money.

And he was giving me his respectability and reputation.

And he'd reverse his veto and you'd get your precious label.

Those that knew him don't describe him like that.

He was decent and loved his land.

And intelligent.

His problem wasn't just cash flow. He was on the brink.

He wouldn't have lasted six months without me.

He'd do anything to save his family and estate.

Working with Barsky was the only solution,

even if it meant fake truffles.

OK, so he wanted to help his daughter,

but his wife didn't know?

He wasn't chatty.

But it's weird that she didn't notice.

- I'll pick up the food I made. - Yes.

That's right.

That lovingly prepared food.

And?

Nothing, it's OK.

- Your head's somewhere else. - I'm right here.

- Is it the colonel? - No.

- Then what? - It's the colonel.

The colonel, Camille's transfer, the exams, the kids may be going...

- Lots of stuff. - Of course.

Paul.

- What? - They'll pass.

Yes, of course.

- Paul. - What?

- And Thomas? - Yes, both of them, for sure.

OK, see you later.

Bye.

What's that?

I made guacamole and hummus.

- No! Great. - I did.

I made guacamole and hummus.

Great, we don't have our results.

I heard it's the same everywhere.

I need to eat. I'm hungry.

- Will you try it? - With chips.

They're here! I aced them!

Wow! What about you?

So?

I passed too!

Yes!

I'll open the champagne!

Who's the boss?

We passed!

Wait, wait.

Hey, hey!

- What do we do now? - We do the haka.

Get in place, Mum.

If you want some!

You'll get it!

We're the Marchals!

We're the best!

We're Solers!

We're looking good!

Yes, we passed.

Let's sit down.

We passed! We passed!

Croissant?

What's up?

If Vannier sees, we'll get a lecture

about healthy breakfasts.

Organic is all in your head.

I don't think so.

There are good studies on it.

Really, it's all in your head. Watch this.

We can let Barsky go. I checked out his alibi.

It wasn't him.

But he was linked to it.

I got Lacroix's case against him, at the union.

Lacroix didn't write that.

Either that croissant's good or you must know who wrote it.

Flora Lacroix.

The croissant's good.

Hello.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Croissants? - Want one?

Er, no thanks.

You must, Captain.

They're 100% organic and fair trade.

- Go ahead. - In that case...

Sometimes I give myself a break

from my morning muesli and soy.

Good?

Let's go see Flora Lacroix.

Yes.

- Keep the bag. - See you later.

Thanks.

See you.

- What are you doing? - Thinking.

OK, can we walk at the same time?

No? What's on your mind?

How Marchal blew Barsky's cover with Oslo.

The dog was a good idea.

That's how Captain Marchal works.

Stay focused.

I just need to check something.

To check something?

I must have messed up in a past life.

Sorry to bother you.

Could a dog track down its owner, from the smell alone?

Yes, sure.

Odorology enables you...

A "yes" is enough.

Can I have something Lacroix wore?

Yes, I'll get something for you.

Here you go. Ideas, initiative...

The major will like you.

Thanks for that, Doc.

I owe you one.

We found your notes on Barsky.

OK.

I lied.

- But why would I kill Baptiste? - To stop him.

He was taking things too far.

No, everything we did was for Julie.

Julie had her husband to help her.

Really?

Antoine crippled her!

But that was an accident, right?

And he seems to feel bad enough.

But he couldn't heal her post-accident depression.

She only started to get better with us.

We knew how to care for our daughter!

Isn't Inès here?

No, she's busy.

How did things go with Mrs Lacroix?

I still don't think she did it.

But Flora and Baptiste Lacroix formed a unit

to protect their daughter.

I'm checking the son-in-law.

Antoine Rosière? Why?

Her parents never forgave him.

Have you found anything out?

Antoine wanted his kitchen in Montpellier

to be kitted out so a disabled person could use it.

After the family had invested so much on their own estate.

The parents didn't like their son-in-law.

- I'll tell Soler. - OK.

This is all looking nice

for your new clients. - For sure.

Was your dad OK with this?

What about the special kitchen?

Why did you need that?

Don't you like the one at home?

We wanted our independence.

Did your dad know?

No.

That would be hard.

He seemed very protective.

Maybe, but we'd have managed.

Julie's strong.

After the accident,

she needed help with everything.

Things are different now.

We can move mountains together.

Sorry, but all these boxes...

Were you moving here permanently?

I wanted to tell my parents, but...

I never knew when.

And after all they did,

they might have taken that as a betrayal, right?

It's all over now.

We're stuck on the Lacroix estate.

Why?

Your mum needs us.

Take it easy!

Easy!

Come on.

OK.

That's nice, but it's not what I wanted.

A bus stop?

This isn't what I asked for.

Why would your master take a bus when he had a car?

You don't know. I don't know either, so...

I give up.

I give up. You can do truffles,

but you wouldn't make it as a police dog.

Sorry to break it to you like that.

It's the truth.

- It was all about Julie. - Yes.

Her independence wasn't part of her dad's plan.

Do you have the phone records?

Yes, I focused on the SMSs.

Julie ordered a taxi, to pick her up at 10am,

at the local bus stop.

As if she was trying to slip away, unnoticed.

That's right, but she got caught.

How do you know?

The victim's dog told me.

Trust me, I'll explain later.

Lacroix caught his daughter trying to leave the estate.

No one else knew.

OK.

Thanks a lot.

The taxi driver has confirmed it.

Julie and her father were both at the bus stop.

Lacroix cancelled the taxi, so the driver left.

But I have more.

Julie wanted to go to Montpellier University Hospital.

So why the secrecy?

I haven't finished.

Julie's phone records include regular calls

to a surgeon called Marc Bréval.

Right, he performed her surgery.

There's something unusual there.

The surgery was two years ago.

Check-ups don't continue for so long.

The surgery was just over two years ago.

It was June 2.

- What? - I have an eidetic memory.

- Dietic? - No, eidetic.

I recall everything I see.

- Really? - Yes.

Amazing.

So, anyway, they shouldn't have been in contact.

- May I? - Yes.

And look at the call times.

7:43am, 9:13pm.

And Bréval's mobile is on the list too.

Was it an affair?

With a pretty patient?

No, Lacroix was far too protective of his daughter.

It must be something else.

I'll call Léa.

Inès, you deal with the surgeon. Thanks, Sophie.

No problem.

Hey.

Don't tell Léa about the dog. She's fragile right now.

Don't land that on her, just after you've arrived.

OK.

- OK. - Good.

Mrs Lacroix, I'd like to speak to your daughter.

Why?

Is she a suspect too?

It's OK, Mum.

Hello, Julie.

Bus stop. 10am, yesterday.

What does she mean?

What happened?

Dad wanted to keep me safe, at home.

I said no.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because our last conversation was an argument.

And not to have to explain Marc Bréval.

But he's her surgeon.

Let's talk more at the station.

Please.

Julie won't talk about Marc Bréval.

I can understand.

She could lose her husband, too.

But I think we're off-track.

That's what I think too.

As I see it,

Antoine and Julie were happily married.

Her accident and depression and his guilt

could have broken things up.

- But they got stronger. - Yes.

Julie wouldn't do that over a fling.

I've got an idea about that.

Ah. Hey!

Come on.

- Do you want my coffee? - My car keys.

- Ah, that. - Yes, that.

- I thought it was OK. - You were wrong.

- Thanks. - No problem.

Keys.

Fob.

There we go. In the pocket.

No one can pinch them now.

Now scram.

Do you have a key ring for the spare, at reception?

I think I like her.

- OK, Thomas? - Good. You?

Er... Hello?

Hello.

Can I sit here?

No, er, yes... Who are you?

Thomas. Paul Marchal's and Léa Soler's son.

Dad told me to work here, to help me focus.

You've just passed your exam.

- Well done. - Thanks.

Aren't you partying, with friends?

I've already done that. We had a great party.

I recover quickly.

I'm here to apply to some NGOs.

To volunteer.

Really? That sounds great.

Who are you going to apply to?

Loads of my friends took a gap year.

Inès, are you ready?

Well done, Thomas.

Thanks.

I have to go. We'll talk again.

- Yes. - Bye.

Bye.

- Hi, Thomas. - Hi.

- Well done. - Thanks.

He's cute.

Do you babysit?

I need someone for my daughter.

It's a good plan. I wanted to help him.

Yes, it's a good plan.

You're such a downer.

Give me the keys. I'll drive.

Thanks.

Yes, I know Julie. I was her surgeon.

And you were due to meet her two days ago.

Yes, but she didn't come. I rescheduled.

Why do you ask?

Did you check up on her a lot?

Not really. She's always been stable.

So why all the calls?

On her mobile.

That's confidential.

Not after a murder.

Not of my patient.

A nurse told me you argued with Julie's father.

He wanted you to leave her alone and things got out of hand.

As I said, that's confidential.

That won't work. Mr Lacroix wasn't your patient.

Go in, Doctor.

Why is he here?

We need to understand.

Please, have a seat.

Everything's OK, Julie.

Marc gives me something good.

Hope.

Surgery.

What?

My mother and husband can't know about this.

They'd try to stop me.

Why?

The surgery is risky.

I could end up tetraplegic.

They would say no.

But the surgery could let me walk again.

And your dad found out.

He didn't get it.

He said I was doing fine, because I had adapted.

But you didn't want just to adapt.

Lacroix came to see you to stop the surgery taking place.

Yes, but I wouldn't listen.

And it wasn't me that made him the most angry.

Who was it?

His son-in-law.

I told him Antoine didn't even know.

He wouldn't listen.

Why not?

He loved Antoine as a son.

He said Antoine had already almost killed his daughter once.

Now he really would.

But he wouldn't let him.

I'm sorry, Julie.

Baptiste was with Bréval from 11:30am to 12pm.

So he could've been with Antoine Rosière from 12 to 2pm.

But Antoine has an alibi.

He was working with a supplier.

Maybe he took a break, to go to see Lacroix,

in a corridor or out in the street.

Exactly.

Inès and Erwan can go back.

No, I'll go.

Check with the supplier whether Antoine Rosière went out

at any point, OK? - Yes.

- Thanks. - Sure.

Sugar?

Yes, sugar.

From the café, opposite.

I don't get it.

Your father-in-law was hypoglycemic at 1pm.

- You still don't get it. - No.

Mr Lacroix was feeling dizzy,

so the café owner gave him

a glass of water and some sugar.

I told you that I was with a supplier all day.

Yes, yes, I know.

Except when you briefly stepped out,

to meet your father-in-law, outside.

We have a team on site,

analysing the blue rail, with the scuffed paint,

which Mr Lacroix hit his head on.

This is nice.

When was it taken?

A year before the accident.

The good times.

Antoine.

If you've got anything to say, now's the time.

He grabbed me by the shoulders.

And then...

I turned around...

and pushed him.

I just pushed him.

How could I know? He didn't even faint.

What happened?

He was like a madman.

He wanted to talk about Julie's surgery.

I didn't know about it.

He reduced her to her disability.

I said I'd support her.

Maybe he was scared for Julie's life.

I respected him and he called me a murderer.

That's hard to take.

Especially after all your sacrifices.

I sacrificed nothing.

I'm happy when I'm with her.

It's not guilt. It's because I love her!

So did Mr Lacroix.

In his own way.

- Evening, Cindy. - Evening.

- You're late. - Sorry.

I'm tired. I'd like to go home.

To do some yoga.

That's lame.

Or inspiring.

So I'd stop, if I were you.

You wouldn't have come if I'd said what this is about.

That sounds a bit more like it.

Alice and Tom will be gone for a few months,

or a few years.

I'd like them to have a base, somewhere.

I'd like them to have a home, somewhere they can feel safe.

I don't want my family spread out across France.

You can't always choose, Paul.

I can keep you in Montpellier.

What do you mean?

It was nice, yesterday.

It's always nice getting together.

Do you want to lose that?

No.

Will you do what it takes to stay?

But it's too late.

I'm about to be transferred.

It's like I'm gone.

That's the colonel.

- He's coming into my office. - Yes.

- Major. - Colonel.

Captain. Here I am.

What's so urgent?

- Go ahead. - Colonel...

We've realized

that this will be a problem for the brigade

for our professional ethics and all the rest...

Like a lot of couples, we...

we thought we had moved on, but the story is just beginning.

We realized that we're joined by an indestructible bond.

Léa and I are in love again.

And so next week,

Léa and I are entering a civil partnership.

As that will prohibit Léa's transfer, we thought

you should be first to know.

Well, there we go...

I'm tired.

I'm going home, to shower.

- And think. - See you tomorrow.

Yes, maybe.

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