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I'm sorry Sir,
but this is forbidden.

Sir, what you're doing is forbidden.

Sir!

Sir, you have to stop,
someone just fainted!

You ok?

Someone call a doctor!

I'm on the report of Fulcanelli's case.

What do I put?
"Alchemy

or "hermeneutic"?

I think the second one
is more appropriate.

What would you put?

I don't know,
a word everybody understands?

Your reports could be published in the Pléiade.
Mine look like a sixth grader’s homework.

Sorry, I'm not sure to be the
best person to give you advice.

Hey, where are you going?

To a crime scene.

A guy collapsed in a bus,
drenched in blood.

- Oh wait, I'm coming along.
- No, no, stay here,

finish your report.

I'm picking up Astrid.

Ok.

What's the matter?

Well...

she's your new partner, huh?

Wait…

you're not jealous, are you?

Nico, seriously, you're jealous?

Raph, shit, it's true!

We, um, we're not a team anymore.

- It's not funny.
- Oh, it sure is!

It's very funny, Nico!

In fact, no, I'm not sure
whether it's funny or pathetic.

I'll let you chose.
Now, excuse me, I have work to do.

- Yeah, yeah.
- with grown ups.

Hello, Astrid.

Hello, Commander.

I realize that elementary
social codes dictate that

I should let you in,

but my apartment is
a very particular place.

No problem.

Even between friends, we can
have a secret garden.

It is not a secret.

It is rather that my home constitute
an essential resting place.

An extremely rigorous order
and organization reign there,

- which is incompatible with-
- incompatible with my natural messiness.

Absolutely.

I get it.

- Very well.
- Good. Th-Thank you Commander.

A team on this side.

Impossible to know
who the victim is.

He doesn't have any ID on him and
his phone broke when he fell down.

So...

Hello, Sir.

You may proceed.
We finished the first readings.

I'm Julien Frédéric,
the new forensic senior technician.

Your first name, is it
Julien, Frédéric, or Julien-Frédéric?

Frédéric is my last name.

- Julien is my first name.
- Ah! Ok.

It must be confusing to have a
last name that can also be a first name.

Usually, not really, but...

Do you mind?

- No.
- Sorry.

Wooh, the Fournier from
the good days, nice and smiley.

Yeah well, I'm a bit
tired of twisted stuff.

A little murder with a blade,
a good old strangulation,

that'd be nice, cause here, we have
a bunch of contradictions again.

Ok well, let's start at the beginning.

No apparent wound,

no trace of internal bleeding,
just a mediastinal lymphadenopathy.

A mediastinal dilatation, but no bleeding.

- Indeed.
- Yes.

It could be mediastinitis.

Mediastinitis...

Ah no, I thought of that,
but it reaches too many ganglions.

Ten or so are infected.

This man must have
suffered terribly for several days.

Unless the symptoms were sudden.

Ok, and what is a... a...

Close the doors!
Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Hey… Fournier!
What's gotten into you?

Our victim probably died
of anthrax poisoning.

It's infectious, severe and sudden.

I'll call the Regional Health Agency.

The word ''anthrax'' is
not appropriate, Dr. Fournier.

It is linked to a bad translation
from french-speaking reporters

during the 2001 attacks
where that process was used.

I'm sorry Miss Nilsen, the victim probably
died of a Bacillus anthracis,

a severe and sudden infectious disease.
Better like this?

- Yes. Thank you.
- Ok. What is it?

Is your thing infectious or what?

The Agency is adopting a security protocol.

They're putting us in quarantine.

I must go to the Criminal Documentation.

- We're in quarantine.
- Yes. We are on lockdown.

I will be late.
One cannot be late.

Excuse me.

Could you tell us what's going on?
Is it serious?

Not exactly. It is rather what
we call a precautionary protocol.

Because in theory bacillius anthracis is
not more contagious than the real anthrax

which is only a benign staphylococcus.

Anthrax, but can we die?

Absolutely.

But in the event of a modern care

and an early and extended
antibiotic treatment, only 50%

- Astrid.
- of infected people die.

- Astrid.
- Yes!

- 1 out of 2 person.
- Astrid.

It's ok, everything's fine.

- Yes.
- Maybe let's ease up on the info, huh?

- Let's keep all of that to ourselves for now, ok?
- I'm on it, Commander.

Sir, please sit.

Stay calm, ladies and gentlemen,

it's probably only formalities. Ok?

- Ah no, no!
- Please, let us out.

Yeah, Raph.

Your guy’s fingerprints came up
empty in the database.

Wait...

No ID, unknown to the police?

- I mean, who is he?
- I'm looking into it.

Raph?

You ok?

Ok.

Thanks.

So, Fournier?

Well, the lab gave me some results.

The death is indeed due to bacillus anthracis .

But this, on the other hand,
that's beef blood.

Bacillus anthracis is a disease of bovine origin.

The victim could have been
contaminated by an infected animal.

What?

Given the bacteria level in the blood,
this man must have inhaled

a very large quantity of spores
a few seconds before dying.

It's nt logical.

The other passengers were
breathing the same air he was.

- Nico!
- What?

Have someone take care of you right away!

We might've found the murder weapon,
it's in your hand!

There!

Ok!

Ok, let's put this in quarantine right away!

Hurry!

Send this to the lab!

- Commissioner.
- Commissioner.

Open up.

The strain is not contagious.
You can get out.

So, you have the results for
the electronic cigarette?

It contains propylene glycol
and classic glycerin

filled with anthracis.

You were right, Raph.

There is 10 times as many spores than
in a classic intoxication case.

Shit, they're almost pure.

Such a concentration doesn't exist in nature.

That means that the strain that
contaminated our victim

comes from a lab.

- So, it's a homicide?
- Ah no, no, it's worst than that Coste.

If a psycho is having fun cultivating
a mortal disease's strain somewhere,

we need to find him and arrest him
before he does it again.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry,
I was so scared for you.

- Yeah, I was scared for me too.
- You ok?

- Yes, I'm fine.
- You sure?

No worries.

We make a good team.

You make a fine team with Dr. Fournier, yes.

No, I... I meant, us.

You're mistaken.

I'm teaming with Commander Coste.

Goodbye.
Have a good day Mr. Frédéric.

Hey, Rap! Wait!

Uh...

I'm sorry about this morning.

I was a bit of an asshole.

Ah, never mind.

You're truly jealous of Astrid?

She's not half as good as me.

Otherwise, is she ok?

A bit shaken up by the unexpected events,

but she arrived at the Doc on time to work.

Because that's what was bothering her?

You know Astrid.

Dinner at my place tonight?

You plan on cooking?

No. No worries, I'll order in.

- You bring the wine?
- Ok.

You turned back too?

Yeah.

Scared of failure?

I'm not afraid of failure.

It's even an old buddy of mine.

What happened then?

What the hell am I doing here?

It's ridiculous.

I'm not an action kind of guy.

I'm the kind who see stands 20 minutes
in front of a diving board

before turning back.

And you?

Uh...

It's about the way I was raised.

At home, we don't like cops, so...

I thought I didn't care,
but obviously, I do.

- Nicolas.
- Ah!

Raphaëlle.

Any news on the identification of the victim?

We're following the trail of the
beef blood found on him.

We have the list of all the slaughterhouses, butcher's shops

and quarterings on the path
of the 41 bus line.

Ok, I think I have something.

How did you do it?

I managed to retrieve
the data on his phone.

There's no call, no text,
but there's this.

It's gross.

If you want my opinion, that looks
a lot like one of those videos

used to expose animal treatment
in slaughterhouses.

Slaughterhouse we won't have a problem identifying
once we cross those images with the list.

I want to talk to the boss of that place.

In my opinion,

he must not have liked that someone
played the nosy parker at his slaughterhouse.

Why should I care?

If I had to kill all the carrot eaters that
have been ruining my life for 20 years…

And you weren't worried about
the impacts of this video?

Well, I wasn't aware of it.

Even so, I don’t see why
I should have been worried.

I'm not doing anything illegal.
I respect regulation.

But please, if you want to come to the
slaughterhouse and check for yourself...

You'd have to wear an apron, because…

Thank you.
Won’t be necessary.

Do you recognize this man?

Yes. Victor Hautin.

When did he start working for you?

Around 10 days ago.

If you want, I can give you what
he gave us when he was hired.

A passport copy, a proof of address.

I don't know anything more.
He wasn't talking much to me.

For sure, I mean...

you inspire communication.

Openness, smile, kindness, all that.

Yeah I know, that's what my
3 ex-wives loved about me.

You can go.

Please.

Hi.

- Mrs. Hautin?
- Yes.

Hi, Commander Coste.

I'm sorry, I bring bad news.

What?

It's your husband.

What has he done again?

He's dead, Ma’am.

- This morning, in a bus.
- What?

Is this a joke?

I'm Victor Hautin.

Do I look dead to you?

Shit.

Ah!

That one, I don't know.

What's it called?

It's a Soma Cube.

It was invented in 1930 by
a Danish scientist, Piet Hein.

It is said to have been invented
during a quantum mechanics class.

But I believe that to be a legend.
I did some research.

Victor Hautin did not lie.

He filed a complaint about his
stolen passport a month ago.

So...

our victim would have
impersonated him

in order to secretly film
in the slaughterhouse.

Awesome!

Back at square one. We don't even know
on which victim we're investigating.

It's frustrating!

Look.

There are 240 different combinations
to solve a Soma Cube.

However,

once solved,

it keeps the same exterior appearance.

The secret of its composition lies within.

The answer is there, somewhere.

But we need to know where to look.

We need a starting point.

- The slaughterhouse video was just put online.
- Already?

He probably sent it in 4G when
he left the slaughterhouse.

So? Who put it online?

By a group of nice vegans who
became ultra aggressive

because of... a protein deficiency,
is that it?

No.

By the E.D.S.

Oh, shit!

Ultra violent ecoterrorists.

And that won't help us at all.

Their Defense Squad is made up of
sleeping cells and of isolated fighters.

So no HQ, no physical existence.

So no, they don't have
any of these, but

they have a leader and
I know where to find her.

At Fleury-Mérogis [French prison].

Cassandre Germain,

a brilliant astrophysicist.

She dumped everything to give conferences

on the prospect of the collapse
of the occidental society.

Yeah. In any case, she was incarcerated
after the arson attack on a Seveso factory,

claimed by the E.D.S.

Fire which made many victims
in Bordeaux, 3 years ago.

Apparently, when they arrested her,

they discovered that she was
preparing a new attack.

400g of anthracis were seized.

Like in the bus.

Well.

That's a starting point.

Bordeaux attack, Seveso factory.

Commander Coste?

Hello.

Hello.

I need your help.

Do you know this man?

You know, if Earth was born a year ago,

dinosaurs would have
disappeared 5 days ago

and the homo sapiens
would have appeared a minute ago.

The life of a man doesn't weight much
compared to what we want to accomplish.

Ok.

So, what I want to know
is who killed him.

And to know who killed him,
I need to know who he is.

He was a man who understood that
when the authorities go off track,

the only possible answer is
civil disobedience.

Listen, Cassandre,
I'm not against you.

I'm just here to restore the truth.

To restore the truth?

You want to restore the truth?

You work for the authorities.

So you are an accomplice to the lie.

Let me tell you one thing.

You are like all the dogs of the authority.

Well tamed to serve your masters.

Please.

You see Astrid,

I'm pretty sure

that Cassandre

knew the victim personally.

Yep.

I saw it in her eyes when
I showed her the picture.

Well, did you find anything, Astrid?

I studied the Bordeaux attack’s files.

I had to work with fragmented elements.

It is a terrorist act.

So a part of the documents is
classified as military secrecy.

and is placed in a-

Yes, there.
Careful, front, back. Yes.

It is placed in a sector of
the Criminal Documentation

that I do not have access to.

So?

I identified an employee.

Maxime Bermond.
He was reported missing

after the attack.

- Was he among the victims?
- No.

His body was not identified among those
found in the rubble of the factory,

but he gave no sign of life
after the events.

And what is the link
with our victim then?

A Navigo pass to his name
beeped in the 41 bus line.

Maxime Bermond was
in the bus yesterday morning.

And...

and...

I found the address associated
to the Navigo pass.

I thought it might interest you.

Yes.

Thank you, Astrid.

You are welcome, Commander Coste.

He was in the bus.

He was called Maxime Bermond.

Yesterday morning.

Yeah.

Yeah, listen.

A guy who disappeared the day of the arson,
it's particularly suspicious.

The anti-terrorist squad would never have
overlooked such a thing.

Something feels off, but Astrid didn't
get access to the entire case.

Ah, yes! I'm here now,
what do you think? I couldn't wait.

This time I swear that if a guy
shows up with a shopping bag

claiming he's not dead,
I'm killing him myself.

Ok. I gotta go,
I'll call you back later.

Hello, Ma'am.

Commander Coste.

Are you Maxime Bermond's wife?

Why?

Please answer my question.
Are you Mrs. Bermond?

No. I'm Alexandra Germain.

Germain?

Wait...

- You're related to Cassandre Germain?
- Yes, she's my sister.

Maxime Bermond is her husband.

There are no doubts.

It's Maxime.

Have you been housing your sister’s
son and husband for long?

I haven't had any contact
with Cassandre in a long time.

But when she was convicted,
we accepted

to take the boy in with us.

What else could I do?

Martin is...

is my nephew.

And Maxime Bermond's father,

he was an E.D.S member too?

At first, I was suspicious,
but he was a good man.

A very good father.

It happened pretty naturally that
he came to live with us, near Martin.

It was supposed to be temporary,
but eventually, it stayed like that.

We became closer and
a few weeks ago

he told me that he was an orphan

and he didn't want that for Martin.

He wanted to stop everything before
something bad happened to him.

Listen...

if you think of anything, if you remember anything,
you have to tell me, ok?

Well, I don't know if it's relevant but…

I have to say...

Maxime often used my computer

and since the last 3 weeks,

I've been getting adds… you know,
the kind that appear automatically...

about trips to Costa Rica,
but I never did

any researches on that subject.

It was targeted advertising.

We checked the computer search history,

somebody did researches about
plane tickets to Costa Rica.

I think Maxime was about to quit the E.D.S

and leave with the kid
he had with Cassandre.

And I'm not sure she would have
let him do it, you know?

Smart theory.

In which your main suspect
is already in prison.

Still, we very well know
that Cassandre Germain

continues to give orders from her cell.

No, we don't know.
We suppose, Coste.

We don't have any proof.

I need something more concrete.

Come on, you must realize
that something's off!

The guy who probably
participated to an attack

was quietly living in a
suburbs house with his son.

Something doesn't feel right in this case,
I'm telling you, it's not normal!

Excuse me, Commissioner?

Julien from forensics is here.

He brought the lab results on
the anthrax inhaled by the victim.

- Hi Commissioner.
- Hi. Thank you.

The lab made extensive researches.

Everything indicates that it's the
same strain than the bacillius anthracis

- found at Cassandre Germain's.
- Ah!

Concrete enough, Commissioner?

Very well Coste.
Go back to Cassandre Germain.

- See if you can get something out of her.
- Ok.

Arthur, comb through the
file of E.D.S sympathizers

and find who Cassandre could have
ordered to kill Maxime Bermond.

Very well.

- Coffee's one me?
- Yes.

Maybe Miss Nielsen could take out

the archived cases from the Doc
linked to the E.D.S?

Yes, of course.

But you can ask her directly, Commissioner.

Astrid is autistic.
Not deaf.

Miss Nielsen, maybe you could take out

the archived cases from the
Criminal Documentation linked to the E.D.S?

I had heard the first time, Commissioner.

It is very much possible.

Thank you.

Here.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome. Sorry.

Mr. Frédéric.

I saw what you did
in the Commissioner's office.

- With your eye.
- Yes. Sorry...

No, no need to apologize.

That happens to me very often too.

Having dust in the eye,
it's extremely uncomfortable.

Here.

Thank you, but…

Do not worry, it is new

and I have a second one
in my bag, just in case.

One must not be caught off guard,
it is very important.

You should not drink coffee.

Have a nice day, Mr. Frédéric.

Godbye.

I saw Martin.

He's in good shape.

He's shaken up by the death
of his father, but

he seems ok.

You knew that Maxime was planning on
leaving with him to Central America?

The world towards which we're heading is
not a world in which you want a child to grow.

Maxime understood that.

I believe that Maxime
understood above all that

Martin's future would be
better far away from you.

Martin's future?

Martin's future,
it's precisely why I'm fighting.

Did you hear about the climate refugees?

They'll be between 200 millions
and 1 billion in 30 years.

Europe is going through one of its worst political crisis

while it has 5 times less resources.

What do you think will happen?

Don't you think we're preparing a
world at war for our children?

And you, what do you do?

I'm not on the villain's side, Commander.

But there are villains
on your side Cassandre, aren't there?

So, maybe you didn't give the order, but

is there a member of your club who
could have murdered the father of your son?

Do you know what was Cassandra's gift

- in Greek mythology?
- I don't know...

- never answering questions?
- Foreseeing the future!

But because she refused to give herself to him,

Apollo cursed her to never be believed.

And Cassandra's gift became a curse.

So, you're looking at profiles
on a dating app?

You're switching too quickly,
give them a chance!

Very, very funny!

- You're in good spirits today!
- Yeah, maybe, yes.

No. I'm checking people profiles who were
filed as being linked to the E. D. S.

- And your getaway in prison, anything?
- No.

I can't imagine Cassandre
having her son's father killed.

She's nuts, but she's not a monster.

Go back.

Shit!

- We had it in front of us!
- What? Where?

Look!

- Shit!
- Yeah, that's what I just said, yes.

- That guy was in the bus this morning!
- Yeah.

He was in the bus. Dammit!

Look, I didn't kill Maxime,
I tried to save his life.

Yeah, sure.

Before a group of witnesses, that's quite
clever to look innocent.

I had no reason to hurt him.

When Cassandre Germain orders

her soldiers carry out without
asking questions, don't they?

Cassandre ordered you
to kill Maxime Bermond.

No.

Not at all,
you don't understand anything.

He got killed before my eyes
and I didn't see anything,

while I was supposed to protect him.

Cassandre had asked me to protect him.

Ah, Coste, I was about to call you.

- Meet Daphnée Simoni.
- Please to meet you.

Commissioner, can I talk to you for a minute?
It's about the investigation.

That's good timing,
I'm here to listen.

Your work is admirable,
but we'll take it from here.

Take it from here?

Is this a joke?

- And for starters, who's 'we'?
- The Ministry of the Interior.

The use of anthrax by an extremist
ecologist group is a matter of terrorism.

The investigation is no longer in
the hands of the Criminal Police.

- What? Commissioner!
- No discussion, Coste.

I want your report on my desk
tomorrow morning.

You are officially no longer
in charge of this investigation.

Oh wow, you're starting
your report early, Commander?

I'm baffled!

I'm not in the mood, Arthur.

Woah.

Well, you probably won't be in the mood
for what I have to show you.

Who's that guy?

It's Maxime Bermond.

You're kidding, right?

I sent a team to question his family.

Well, the family he had
before the attack.

Except they didn't recognize Maxime Bermond

on the picture of the man from the bus,

because that guy was not Maxime Bermond.

That victim is getting on my nerves,

flip-flopping identity like that.

Anyhow, it's not our problem anymore.

It's Mrs. Simoni's problem now.

- How so?
- Yeah Arthur, yes!

The Ministry of the Interior
took our investigation.

That's great!

What drives me nuts is that we still
don't know who that guy is!

We might never even know.

He might not even exist, so…

And...

I don't know, but...

this story has nothing
to do with terrorism.

There's something else, I feel it!

Commander Coste.

They withdrew the investigation from you.

I put away the files linked to the E.D.S
back at their places on the shelving.

Yeah well, that's too bad.

Because I'm sure you
could have found something.

However, I am no longer an expert.

I became a documentalist again the minute
you were withdrawn from the case.

You should accept to drop this investigation.

Maybe you're right, yeah.

Commandant Coste,

- I…
- Yes?

I realize that it is inconvenient
to not let you come in,

but you know-

But your apartment is like a holy land.

Yes, yes, I know Astrid.
No problem, I'm fine with it.

It made me feel better to talk with you.

Thank you, Astrid.

You are welcome.
All the better.

- Look, I feel like I'm a NYPD cop.
- NYPD New York City

- Stop it! Ain't funny.

- I feel like I'm a NYPD cop who had her
investigation taken by the FBI.

- Who's that woman exactly?

- Daphnée Simoni.

She works for the Ministry of the Interior. In the anti-terrorism section, I presume.

- The Interior… You're aware that you know someone there. You wouldn't want to call -

- No. No, Nicolas, no, no.

- Ok.

- It's crazy. I feel like I've been dumped.
It's super humiliating.

What wouldn't I give for a smoke!

- Raph, you stopped 15 years ago.

- I think we're doing something
bloody stupid.

- Huh?

- We're giving up for
the wrong reasons.

You because of your family,
me because I'm a coward.

- Are we?

- We shouldn't let anyone decide for us.
We won't give up before trying, right?

- No.

- Yeah.
- Then let's go!

- Hey, for someone who didn't dare to jump from diving boards, if we went on that day,

it's because of you.

Do you realize that if we hadn’t met,
we might not have become cops?

- Who knows?
- Life's crazy, huh.

I'll always remember what you told me that day.

You said: “We should never give up,

never let anyone get in our way.”

- Oh la! How I don't like it when
you say things like that.

Usually it's no good. You sure,
you're sure that I said that?

- Ah yes.

- Huh.

- I…

Here is the form A48 that allows
me to see the documents, just as a

judicial police officer, authorized to access the criminal documentation archives, naturally.

- Those files are linked to the E.D.S. Commander Coste,

do you continue the investigation on the murder of the unknown man of the 41 bus line?

- No. No link with the investigation.
Furthermore, those cases are closed

and judged. So, I can look at them
without a magistrate's approval.

I checked. Everything is in order.

- Very well. It's not about an
ongoing investigation, so...

- I'm waiting for you here.

- Good. I will be back in a minute.

- Ah!

What?

- The files disappeared from the shelves.

- The E.D.S. files?

- Yes. I am the one who put them
away last night, I know it is me,

I put them away and now, they are
not there. Instead there is an empty space.

- No.
- Yes.

- No, no, it's... There has to be an explanation.

Someone borrowed them, maybe?

- No official request has been written on the A48 form.

I have checked and there is no
official request. No request, nothing,

someone must have moved them!

The 438 storage room. The 438 storage room.

- The 438 storage room is the only place

that I do not have access to in the Criminal Documentation.

- What is it?
- It's the storage room for files classified as military top-secret.

I have no hold whatsoever over what
enters and what gets out of this room.

It does not depend upon the same ministry than us, it depends

directly upon the Ministry of the Interior.

- Ah! Daphnée Simoni.
- There.

If they are not playing by the rules,
it is legitimate that we

get out of the box too. If not, it is a rigged game. Huh.
- Huh.

- Commander Coste, I continue the investigation with you.

- Good! That, that is civil disobedience, huh, Astrid.

I know one that'd be happy about that!

- Commander Coste.

- Mrs. Simoni.

- I don't what you want, but whatever that is,
I can't help you even if I'd want to.

And I don't want to.

- That's convenient, huh? Documents gone
missing in a police department,

does that ring a bell?

Do you believe you can do anything you want?

- I can do anything I want.

But, you know, we are on the same side, Coste.

- On the same side?

I think you're really laughing at my face.

- Good evening, Commander Coste.

- Astrid?

- Commander Coste.
- Ah!

- Do you know that your text just saved a life, huh?

I was about to plaster the Simoni!
So, what was so urgent?

- Ok, what more?
- It's a Russian doll.

It is not a mechanical puzzle, there is no enigma per say,

nevertheless I always considered it as a puzzle.
- Ok.

- Beside a masterpiece of ingenuity like the Soma Cube,

this object is extremely simple. But sometimes, the complexity

precisely lies in the fact that the enigma is simple.

We are looking for something complicated
whereas the answer is before our eyes.

I think that is the case about the identity of the unknown man of the 41 bus line.

It was just before our eyes.

- You know the victim's identity?
But how did you manage that?

You don't even have the files anymore?

- I did not need them. It is no longer
about finding an element that we missed,

it is about knowing how to analyze the elements we already have.

Amongst the victims, an employee
was hired a month before the attack.

An individual named Louis Valméras.

Fragments of his body were found
near the seat of the fire

where the temperature were on the verge of 400 degrees.

Even his teeth could not withstand the heat.

- Ok so, how did we know it was him?
- Thanks to a jewel

found in the middle of what was left
of him. A wedding ring in titanium.

Titanium can withstand heat up to 1668
degrees, but it is also possible

that that ring was put there a posteriori.

Everybody believed Louis Valméras was dead

and that Maxime Bermond went missing.
- Or…

- The unknown man in the 41 bus
line was named Louis Valméras

and he lived under the identity of Maxime Bermond.

- We have to keep it to ourselves
for now, Astrid. Ok? You agree?

- Yes. It's the unknown man from the 41 bus line.
- It's the unknown man from the 41 bus line.

- There
- There
- Before our eyes.

- Hello Madam, hello Sir.

We were not doing anything that went against regulation.

- Yes, I don't doubt it. There is someone
for you, that is all.

- Thank you. Commander Coste.

- Hello.
- Hello, Astrid.
- Hello, Mr. Frédéric.

If you came here to bring elements regarding the unknown man of the 41 bus line,

you came here for nothing.

We are totally uninterested about that case or the E.D.S.

- No, no, I - I come to give you back
your eye drops. I bought myself one.

- It is very nice of you. But you can keep it.

Once open, a flask cannot be used by another person.

- Not wrong.
- But thank you anyways, Mr. Frédéric.

- Actually, I - I

- Oh! Yes. Come, come with me.
- Commander! Commander Coste.

- Commander.
- Mr. Frédéric.

- You chaperon?

- I’m monitoring.

Astrid’s vulnerable and I wouldn’t
want anyone taking advantage.

- So, you’re a tad like her big sister.

- Or like someone who could punch
you in the face if you hurt her.

- Well, wait… I only asked her out for
drinks. Nothing more.

- And what did she say?
- I’m not sure it’s any of your business.

- She said no, didn’t she? Yeah,

Astrid doesn’t like coffee houses. There are too loud.

She prefers puzzles, calm stuff. Well...

You don’t understand her, you don’t understand her, uh.

- I imagine it took you some time
too before understanding her.

- Astrid is far from being an ordinary woman.

- Precisely, that what makes her interesting, don’t you think?
- Well,

you have a point.

After all, it’s not up to me to decide for Astrid.
But, I’m keeping an eye on you.

- Can you leave us alone?

- 2 minutes, not more.
- Thanks.
Come on, you’ll be just behind, there’s nothing to be worried about.

- 2 minutes, not more.
- Thanks.

I was certain you and Louis Valméras

had met because you shared the same cause.

- You discovered his real name.

- But the truth is, he joined the cause because he met you.

He fell in love with you. That’s why
he faked his death in the attack.

And assumed the name Maxime Bermond.
To start a new life with you.

- Do you believe in love at first sight, Commander?

One single look that changes your whole world.

- Of course, I do.

But there’s something I’m not getting.
Why protect a man that wanted

to get away from you with the fruit of this love?

- You’re a good woman, Commander.
You’re a free woman.

- Shit!

- Louis wasn’t getting away from me, he was getting away with me.

We had been preparing my escape for months.
- Hostage standoff!

- I’m going to give you a present as a thank you. A truth.

Louis Valméras became Maxime Bermond
to escape the police.

- That, I had guessed, yeah.

- Because he was the police.

- What?

- Louis was an undercover cop
charged with infiltrating E.D.S.

After falling in love, he wanted to disappear
so we could be happy.

The only solution was to die on mission.
- Stop!

- If Louis Valméras was an undercover cop,
he must have had an alias, right?

-What was his real name?
- It’s the only thing he never wanted to tell me.

That was his secret.

- Call an ambulance!

- It’s too late.

- It’s really superficial. Don’t worry,
it’ll be alright. I’ll be right back.

- How are you feeling, Coste?
- I’m good. It’s just a scratch.

- Good! Give me your badge and your gun.
- Oh, Commissioner, wait…

- No. There, it’s official. You’re suspended. The BIA will contact you.

Hello, Astrid.

I wanted to talk to you, ask you some advice.

Of course, anything you want.

There is a body of consistent evidence
that a man is wooing me.

Let’s sit.

So?

I first wondered if I should not ask him
to come to the social aptitude group.

He makes some particularly incongruous interventions.

Yes, that how it works.

Seduction for neurotypicals often consists
of saying something to say another.

- It is strange.
- It’s very strange.

And also, he sent me this.

“Astrid, you don’t leave me indifferent and
I would truly like to get to know you better

but I’m not sure how to go about it.

Give me the solution to your puzzle.”

- Ah, yes, indeed. This is incongruous.
- Yes.

And above all, I do not understand
which puzzle he is talking about.

When he came to the Criminal Documentation,
on my desk was a Soma cube,

a Russian doll, although it is not a puzzle,
I always considered it to be one,

and a 6-piece Burr.

I do not see which puzzle he is referring to.

Yours.

Have you ever been in love?

I still am.

To be honest, I’ve been
in a relationship for five years.

Her name is Berezine_28.

It is a very surprising name.

It’s not her name, it’s her pseudonym.

We met on a forum for autistic people
and since then we never parted.

It’s a very peculiar feeling, Astrid.

It’s the feeling of trusting THIS person

more than any others.

It is mainly an abstract thing.
A very abstract thing.

- Yes. It’s abstract.
- It is abstract.

- Oh!
- Oh.

There.

I’m gifting you this book.

It’s a work on the concept.

It treats the question from a social way
and even from a scientific way.

It is perfect.

- Thank you, William.
- You’re welcome.

What would be great is if we
could be more concrete about -

See what I was talking about.

- Commander, did we have an appointment?
- No.

No, we didn’t. But it couldn’t wait.

Dad.

Married or hanged before the end of the year!

- There you go.
- To us?

- We did it!
- We did!

Yeah!

And you know what?
Fuck everybody that tried to stand in our way.

- Of course, fuck them.
- To us.

- To our success.
- Yeah.

What?

Dad? You came?

- Yes. So, you got in?
- I didn’t “get in”. I’m the valedictorian.

Ah, you could have had such a successful
career path if only you had listened to me.

Is it too hard to say congrats?

Well, congrats, but it’s not deserved.

You’re going to be part of the fuzz when you
could have been intervening at the highest level,

where we truly fight crime.

Crime, I’d rather fight it in the field.

You, you do politics.

Very well.

- Did it go well?
- Super!

Cheers!

It must be an extreme emergency
for you to ask for my help.

It is, yes.

If we could skip the part where you force me
to beg you, we would save some time.

I think you’ve always been right on this matter,
you’re not good at politics.

What can I do for you?

Even Mr. Gaillard never entered this room.
Thank you, Sir.

How did you manage to get the accreditation?

Ah, okay. I see that my efficiency is
highly under-estimated, thank you Astrid.

E.D.S. Bordeaux.

Complete file, SD 2267.

SD 2267.

There it is. All the missing part of the file
on Bordeaux’s attack is here.

The man does not seem okay with this.

Ah!

I am going to take the file.

Here we are. We finally know who is
our mystery man from the bus.

49 years old, captain of a unit specialized
in infiltrations of political movements.

Unit directed by Daphnée Simoni.
- What are you doing here, Coste?

Commissioner, we came to inform you
that the mystery man from the bus, alias -

- Victor Hautin.
- Slash -

- Maxime Bermond.
- Slash -

- Louis Valméras.
- Is in fact Paul Simoni. Rings any bells?

Married to his superior, Daphnée Simoni,

who becomes our prime suspect in this investigation.

- Coste, my office, now.
- I’mma get killed.

Before scolding, listen to this. The E.D.S member
that was in the bus yesterday morning

and who was there to protect our victim
recognized Daphnée Simoni’s picture.

He saw her at the slaughterhouse three days ago.

What? She would have exchanged the electronic
cigarettes in the slaughterhouse’s locker room?

And you reached this conclusion based of an
E.D.S member’s testimony who is more or less reliable.

Astrid?

The anthracis used to kill Paul Simoni comes from the
same strain as the one found at Cassandre Germain’s

when she was arrested.

We searched everywhere to see
if they hadn’t kept some or

produced some more using the same lab,
but we didn’t find anything.

Maybe because it’s not an identical strain

but the exact same as last time.

The one seized and kept with the other exhibits.

Exhibits that are only accessible to a few people.

Including Simoni.

I was so in love with him.

It took me two years to get over his death.

How did you know it wasn’t him
who died in the fire?

Two month ago, we got information
on an E.D.S sleeping cell.

We started monitoring Cassandre Germain’s again.

Including her son, the little Martin.

That’s how you found the man you thought was dead.

I recognized him on one of the pictures.

He had changed his appearance, of course.

But when you know someone for so long,

his body,

his gestures.

You can’t be fooled for long.
- And you kept this to yourself.

You investigated, discreetly.

And you found out about his relationship with Cassandre.

So, you made it a personal matter.

It is a personal matter.

In fact, you never dealt with your grief.

It takes a big wound to kill the one you can’t forget.

I could understand all of this. Their passion.

Maybe even forgive, who knows?

But I always wanted to be a mother.

And Paul had been categorical straight from the start,
he didn’t want any children.

So, that was his treason?
Having a child with another woman?

He had told me the world was too dangerous.

That our jobs were too risky.

And, then I saw him. On the pictures. With -

with the child he would never
give me, on his knees.

A child he made with a terrorist.

This child, as you say,

is called Martin.

He didn’t do anything wrong.

And now, he’s an orphan.

Yes, it’s me.

I wanted to tell you we got Simoni.
She just signed her confession.

I think I’d have never been able
to do it without your help.

Looks like politics can open some doors.

Who would have guessed?

Thank you, Dad.

You can call me back, if you want.

Astrid, can I?

Yes.

Are you alright?

Mr. Frédéric,

I know you are trying to make
contact with me in a kind way,

but I do not think I experience
the same feelings as you, towards you.

Ah!

- All right.
- Absolutely.

I took under consideration many factors.

My blood pressure when I see you,
the dilatation of my pupils,

and even the pH of my salivary secretions.

They all point towards a certain indifference for you.

In this case, indeed.

Do not worry. This state of affairs comes from me

and should in no way diminish your self-esteem.

And as long as your job is
thematically related to my specific interest,

we can keep on seeing each other from time to time.

As colleagues, of course.

- I understand.
- Good!

Astrid, do I drop you off or

do you want to go back another way?

No. All is said.

- Goodbye, Mr. Frédéric.
- Goodbye.

- Bye guys!
- Bye!

It’s crazy this affair of state hidden by a love story.

Yeah, a little like you and Raphaëlle.

- What?
- It’s okay. I see what’s happening.

You’re not the same when she’s around,
your voice changes when you talk to her on the phone,

the sideway glances.

Honestly, I think Raphaëlle is the only one not seeing it.
- You’re crazy.

We’re just friends.

You can’t help but have a big mouth, can you?

See? Every time we talk about this, you get very angry.

I think if it wasn’t true,

you wouldn’t get this worked up now, would you?

No?

Listen carefully, Arthur,

if you say anything to anybody,

I’ll have you transferred to the traffic unit.

But don’t worry. I won’t tell anything.
You’re crazy or what?

I just think, in my humble opinion,

that you should talk to her.

- I’m just saying.
- Well, don’t say anything.

See? You’re angry.

Thanks.

You’re welcome, Sir.

You are going to be surprised.

I think Mr. Frédéric had feelings for me
that went beyond the strictly professional framework.

No! For real?

Yes.

I made it clear to him that
I was not in the same state of mind.

But, rest assured, I did it skillfully.

To not offend him.
- That’s great, Astrid. That’s nice.

What about you? Have you ever had feelings
that went beyond the strictly professional framework?

I do not know.

Do you want to come upstairs
and have some tea, Raphaëlle?

To celebrate the end of the investigation.

Yes, with pleasure.