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Oh, fuck!

OK... Power outage! The alarm didn't go off.

Everyone up!

Hurry up, we're super late!

OK? Up you get!

Dress your sister please, the alarm didn't go off.

Just to warn you I'll be a little late. What's the time?

Ten past eight!

My appointment's 8.30. I'll be there nearer...

9 o'clock tops!

What? 2pm? No! No, what do I tell work?

No, they don't know.

No, I've no accrued leave.

I'm a consultant, a bit like self-employed.

It's like "Up your ass, pension and maternity leave!"

No, it'd be simpler if I came. Be right there!

What's this appointment?

The 3 months ultrasound.

I fought like a dog to get the appointment, I can't miss it.

Have a nice day!

You're keeping it?

Well, my love,

Mom is later than ever...

so we'll stick you with Dad!

There...

Bye now!

How can I drop her off? I can't even walk.

Then call my mother!

This is a child, not a decision to take lightly!

That's true. We'll chat tonight as I have to teleport.

Have a good day!

Move! That's it.

But that place is reserved for staff!

What?

That place is for staff!

No, I'm Dr Montgomery, the new neurosurgeon.

I'm expected for a brain transplant! OK?

There!

Excuse me, where's Maternity, please?

Wait your turn, please!

Where's Maternity please?

OK, great!

Sorry, would you mind letting me go first? I'm pregnant.

Me too! Stand in line like everyone.

Well, it's my fourth. My cervix can snap at the slightest sneeze!

Dibs!

Shit.

Hey!

We meet again!

Hello Doctor, did the operation go well?

Yes, yes, thank you.

As well as being a surgeon I'm also pregnant.

I had an appointment for my first scan this morning...

To be brief,

I was called to operate,

we almost lost the kid but I saved him.

So it's true, I am a little late and I...

Yes. OK...

OK, I'm in trouble. I denied my pregnancy.

Maybe my colleague is the father and... well,

I can't be late for work or they'll know...

Yes, but that's...

He even asked for a transfer without consulting me

so it's clear he doesn't give a damn.

Not to mention the baby! No, he doesn't know.

But not for lack of trying to tell him.

And if I'm completely honest,

there are 3 potential fathers, but I can tell!

Next person!

Sorry, it's 8.50, you missed your appointment.

Start again at the admission desk.

Hello, Dr. Bubé asked us to come in.

We've been waiting 30 minutes...

Oh? He should be here.

I'll come with you...

No, wait, hey, I was here first!

Say... would anyone swap their ticket with me?

No! Out of the question!

But I'm pregnant... sorry, but...

So are we.

Call the police! Quick! Dr. Bubé!?

Police!

HIP HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

I've worked for him for 25 years.

He ran the assisted reproduction unit.

He helped so many people...

I understand.

Should we inform his family members?

His brother...

and his ex-wife...

No children?

No. He'd say that

his mission was to help others have them.

Did the patients in the department this morning all stay?

Yes. The hospital security guard blocked everyone in.

They're with your colleague.

Yes, he called us in this morning.

He'd been monitoring our pregnancy since IVF.

It's thanks to him I got pregnant.

Before that, we consulted several specialists,

but it had never worked.

Very good, thank you.

I'll just take down your details.

We just gave them to you.

Oh yes...

Sorry, I'm exhausted. I slept badly...

Our group leader's leaving and we're in shock.

I'll be with you in 2 minutes.

Why are you with the witnesses?

The others are waiting at the crime scene!

Oh heck! Your 12-week scan!

Yes.

- Nobody knows? - No.

Come with me before the team sees you.

I found Morgane! She went via the Madeleine, the ninny.

Never go via the Madeleine in the morning!

No.

She may be High Intellectual Potential but she's crap at orienteering!

Funny, I thought I saw your car outside.

OK, you found me out. I came to do a smear test.

Since nothing of my life is private.

Do I ask you what you're still doing here? No? Right!

I'm leaving after this case,

when I hand over to Commander Prigent.

Already?

Yes.

Let's waste no time, then. What did the doc die of?

We just finished up with Bonnemain, Latecomers can read the report!

Sorry I'm late, I made the mistake of taking the ring road

and there was an accident...

A family of hedgehogs crossed at the wrong time.

I had to do mouth-to-mouth and cardiac massage.

It was hell!

Very sad... I saved a few but not all.

Ha! A joke.

As the pathologist explained, for those there on time,

the victim received a violent blow to the skull.

The killer obviously used this fire extinguisher,

which may indicate that the murder was not premeditated.

Given the violence of the blow, our killer must be strong.

What about rigidity?

He died early this morning.

By first accounts, Dr. Bubé was well liked.

- No known enmities or... - Nonsense!

In my opinion, your doctor had serious enmities, as you put it.

This afternoon,

he had an appointment with a certain Mr. Lopez.

Now it's quite rare for men

to see a gynecologist without their wives.

As you can see, Mr Lopez isn't a patient.

He's the hospital's legal guy.

So I think your doctor is fielding a complaint.

Not bad!

I imagine Céline warned you?

About what, her 160 IQ? It's impressive.

It saves you time, which is great.

Yes. Yes, that depends.

Fred spoke with the hospital's legal director

and, as Morgane suspected,

one couple did file a suit against the hospital.

And against the doc! The case looks serious.

Starting with tele-harassment,

volleys of registered letters,

then bang, lawyers etc.

We're waiting for them, they'll be here any minute.

Yes, "them". Still with us, Gilles? It's a female couple.

Is that a problem for you?

Not at all. As this is probably the commander's last briefing,

I'm taking mental pictures.

OK.

Were you asked if you wanted his job before recruiting someone?

Daphné, where do we stand with the videos?

Nothing usable.

The security system was vandalized 6 months ago, including the IVF CCTV.

We're making progress... 160?

Do you have some kind of intuition or genius, I don't know?

No, zilch.

Zilch.

Very good.

OK, I'll go see if our suspects have arrived.

If you feel like working at some point,

give me a call, email me or something.

I'm really sorry you had to find out about my departure like that.

I should have told you before...

It is a bit sudden!

I know, but I'm sure it'll go well with Commander Prigent, I trust him.

Now we've got a case to solve,

the last one together.

Can I count on you to give it your all?

Gilles?

Daphne?

Morgane?

What?

- You'll give it your all? - Sure!

OK.

Thanks.

Sorry, but I don't quite see what we're doing here. Dr. Bubé could have...

Dr. Bubé is dead, murdered at his surgery this morning.

Shit!

So we're here because you think it's us?

The hospital say you filed a suit against Dr. Bubé. Why?

Because we were just tired of letting it happen.

Judith and I have wanted a child for years,

so we jumped at the chance.

We contacted lots of specialists but it wasn't that easy.

As soon as I mentioned Zoé, schedules filled.

A lesbian couple wasn't their priority,

But the worst by a long chalk was Dr. Bubé.

What do you mean?

We thought it'd be different. He had a good reputation.

Morgane, it's dripping everywhere!

Great! Look, I've ruined my dress!

Oh, that's a pain.

Shit.

It's turning into a calamity!

Oh yeah?

Between Ludo and his broken leg, the power outage this morning,

then the doctor who's killed the day I go... running.

You run?

I was going to start today, so, you see...

Oh yeah, bad luck.

Fed up!

But it was bound to happen.

What was bound to happen?

Karmic return.

You've done so many selfish things

that it's normal for fate to turn around.

I've done selfish things? What nonsense!

- Well, still. - It's called a stroke of bad luck.

- Are you sure? - Yes!

OK. But tread carefully.

Karmic return is usually manifested by a messenger or a prophet,

who may take the form of a barn owl or a coyote.

Sometimes a moray eel. Rarer, but it happens.

We were put off by previous experiences

so I got suspicious and

I didn't mention Zoé at our consultations.

You posed as a single woman?

A single hetero, yes.

We decided that I'd go alone to the appointment.

Dr. Bubé was very reassuring about the implantation.

For him, all the lights were green.

Until the day of the transfer!

I arrived with Zoé

and when he saw us together, he said he was sorry

but none of the embryos were viable.

We asked for an explanation but were ushered out.

Since then, there's been no news for 6 months!

Stop, wait... 6 months? She said 6 months?

Daphné, wasn't the security system vandalized 6 months ago?

Yeah.

- We have tapes from then? - Yes.

I never believed his embryo story!

You don't just go from three to zero!

So yes, it deserves a discrimination suit.

But not death!

That's the date the suspects mentioned,

the sabotage took place that day!

Hey! Those two docs.

Nothing shocks you?

Their smocks!

- Don't you see it? - No.

Right!

As you know, doctors have worn white since Antiquity

as a symbol of purity.

And it's easier to clean, isn't it?

A splash of bleach and you're good.

Aren't they handsome?

But then, after the two world wars,

as blood had spurted quite a bit, the white coats, uh...

Appeared stained.

Exactly!

So to avoid the butcher's boy look,

someone had the brilliant idea

of switching to green smocks.

Have you noticed red shows up less on green?

But green doesn't suit everyone!

Then in the 60s, the first hospital TV series appeared.

The problem is,

white on the picture hurts the eye.

So they opted for blue blouses!

- Stretcher, quickly! - Yes, right away Dr. Boris!

Push the trolley, Sophie!

Blue's not bad.

And it worked so well that it caught on in real life.

Particularly in the operating theatre,

where the light is so bright that blue is less dazzling than white.

So now, in many hospitals, white coats

are for assistants.

Like Marilyn!

That means our two guys are medical assistants. So what?

- Look at their collars! - What?

They have officer collars. Whereas ours have V-necks.

So the two guys aren't part of the hospital.

That means they were here incognito

six months ago, when security was vandalized.

There.

Daphné can you try a facial recognition, please?

Yes, yes.

Match found

Enzo Collard, 29, four convictions for vandalism and violence.

Watched by DGSI as an extremist animal rights activist.

Several actions to his credit, notably in butcher's and slaughterhouses.

- Hang on, I recognize him! - What?

I almost ran over him! He was with another guy.

Come on!

My colleagues will check it out.

Please remain contactable until then.

- Very well. - Thank you.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

- They have no alibi, but... - Please.

Thank you! OK.

The hospital confirmed the incident 6 months ago.

Two men broke in to sabotage an incubator in the IVF department.

Several embryos were destroyed, including the suspects'.

Management covered up to protect the hospital's reputation.

Yes, Daphné! Well played!

- What's going on? - We've two suspects:

Enzo Collard, leader of an antispeciesist collective,

and another unidentified activist.

Morgane saw them leave just after the murder.

Why do two militant anti-speciesists target a hospital?

We'll ask them. But we've got to catch them first.

Yes, that's true.

DGSI spotted Enzo Collard working in a zoo in the Jardin Vauban.

Well played, Gilou! Let's go!

Keep us informed!

I'll join you.

Super team!

No problem.

Word is, Enzo Collard and his accomplice do work here.

OK, super.

I spoke to the maintenance chick,

who said they'd been taking care of the cages for a few weeks.

No doubt they were about to release pandas and orangutans.

Well, shall we go?

Definitely not!

It's too busy, too risky.

We wait till they finish

and arrest them outside without making waves.

Boring!

Are you serious?

We don't know how these guys might react.

The last thing we need is to alert them to our presence.

That's right, warning people isn't really your thing.

Pardon?

Nothing.

I don't get it.

But now you've got me wondering, Morgane.

Adam, did you explain why you're leaving?

Right, Adam. That's a good question!

- Let's say I wanted a new challenge. - Yeah?

Like the one of respecting people enough not to ask for a transfer?

Yeah, for instance. Or of working with trust,

without risking betrayal at the first opportunity.

Or of giving people a second chance and not running away!

Holy shit. Sorry, I think I hit a nerve, didn't I?

- Not at all. - Yes but...

No! No, honestly, not at all.

OK.

I give second chances.

And thirds...

and fourths, and fifths, and tenths, and hundredths,

and thousandths, Morgane!

Then, one day, the rope snaps.

The rope snaps.

Hey! Police! Stop! Stop right there!

And him!

Hey you, freeze!

Freeze!

The bloody idiot!

Don't move, I said!

Stop! Hey!

Morgane! Morgane! Morgane!

Freeze!

Hands up!

Come here!

I said come here!

- Come here! - Hands up!

Hands up! Hands behind your back! Hands on your head!

I said stop!

Come here! You'll see!

Fuck!

I said stop!

Stop!!

Oh, no!

Police! Back off!

Come here!

Police!

Stop!

I'm talking to you!

Freeze!

Stop!

Come here! Come here!

Come here, fucking come here!

Here!

Still bragging?

You and your friend infiltrated JdF Hospital twice, once today.

What for?

The famous,

the spectacular, the extraordinary, the all-powerful Enzo Collard!

King of the lightning raid!

Co-founder of the AAF,

Antispeciesist Action Front.

Antispeciesist Action Front!

Great name.

I personally think it's lousy

but you'll have time in prison to think up something better.

You know, Alain, basically I'm 100% in agreement with you.

What's being done to animals is abominable, really.

Here's one thing I don't get:

how is vandalizing a hospital going to improve their lot?

Explain!

Are we in custody?

No, I'm asking you because according to article 63-1 of the Penal Code,

which you know well, I am not obliged to answer you.

Indeed. But refusing to cooperate can be seen as incriminating.

Six months ago you sabotaged an incubator

containing the embryos of 20 couples.

Why do such a thing?

Humans kill close to 4 billion animals every day just for food.

Maybe it's not so tragic to be 15 fewer next year?

Actually, no, I get it!

For you, killing a doctor is almost an eco-friendly gesture, isn't it?

Take a good look at this.

Now tell us what happened.

Did you go into the office? Did you get caught?

Did you panic? Then it all unfolded.

Bang!

We didn't kill him.

And I won't answer any more questions.

This isn't going to go well!

This isn't going to go well.

Alain, you're just 18, no criminal record.

So if you've been dragged into this but want out, you've got to help us.

I have nothing to say.

I'm telling you I absolutely must reschedule a scan.

It's not my first barbecue,

and my eggs aren't fresh, so if you could check...

What?

The birth list. It'll cost us 3,600.

No, don't put me on hold, shit, that's twice already!

- Are you listening?! - What?

- The birth list! - Yes!

At that price, why not get pregnant before we sold Chloé's pram?

Oh, Théa...

And pray it's not a boy, as clothes will cost an extra 1000.

Hello!

Or dress him non-gendered.

Hey, what's that smell?

Fire in the kitchen.

What do you mean, fire?

I almost didn't make it, with my leg.

The fire department blamed a short circuit.

It came from Gilles' toaster.

This toaster thing is really weird.

I can't find it since you moved.

Are you sure you didn't take it?

But it was bound to happen.

The karmic return...

Maternity Unit, we will take your call...

What?!

I was going to return his toaster, OK?

I'll return it! That's enough, now!

Anyway, he's allergic to gluten.

So the toaster was a real time bomb for him.

So maybe I saved his life.

Why would I talk to a pigeon anyway?

You know what: get lost! And stop crapping on my car, OK?

Maternity Unit, we will take your call.

Maternity, good morning...

Oh yes! Well, it's about time.

It's tricky getting through.

- Can't you hear me? - Yes.

Yes I can hear you.

- I'm hanging up... - No, no, don't hang up!

Hello!

Oh no.

No! No! No! No!

I was telling your wife,

we have to confirm our two suspects were at the hospital yesterday.

Do you recognize any of these individuals?

Numbers 2 and 5.

Walked right in front of us. They were leaving Dr. Bubé's office.

Are you sure?

You remember what time it was?

Quarter after eight.

Gilles, take the suspects to the cells. We'll take Mr. Jézabel's statement.

Thank you.

Daphné, could you print the two suspects' charge sheets.

Yes.

- What's the matter? - Paper jam!

- Oh, disgusting! - Chill out.

- Is that pigeon droppings? - Enough!

- Bird of ill omen! - Stop it!

I was online with the DA. Did the lineup work?

Two witnesses put the suspects in the victim's office at the time.

Any more on their motive?

- No. They still won't talk. - Just borrowing.

I'll give it back in two minutes.

I knew it!

Wait, don't move! Hold this.

Don't move!

Morgane, have you gone mad?

I'm fine. And our suspect is one of Bubé's babies.

What I mean to say is that in Dr. Bubé's office,

one wall was full of birth announcements

for babies he helped conceive.

Well, among those was a certain Alain, born in 2005!

I don't know about you but I don't know many Alains under 70.

That's because

the name's popularity has plummeted

from its 50s peak

of 25,000 per year.

To give you an idea,

in 2005, there were 73 new Alains

out of 800,000 births.

So the probability of one in Bubé's department was 1 in 10,000.

I don't know what's got into her. Forgive her. Gilles?

And if we add to that the fact

that our suspect was born March 8, like the baby on the card...

Well then, we're at...

one chance in...

3,650,000!

So it's the same kid.

And if you don't believe me...

there's the birthmark!

Gilles, could you pull up the suspect's pants, please.

Is what she says true? You were conceived by Dr. Bubé?

Yes.

So why do you hate him so much?

Because he killed my mother.

This is your mom?

I was 8 months when she died.

From a heart problem, my dad would say.

But one day I heard my uncle mention chemo.

He admitted she had breast cancer in the early 2000s.

Two months after my birth, it had gotten worse...

I'm sorry for your mother but I don't see the link to Dr. Bubé.

I didn't see it right away either...

but I went on the internet.

Her cancer was hormone-dependent!

Given her profile, pregnancy was contraindicated.

So IVF, with the injections and all, was suicide!

You're telling me Dr. Bubé accidentally caused your mother's death

by allowing her to get pregnant?

It was no accident, he knew what he was doing!

He didn't care. He was Dr. Bubé, miracle worker with 1000 babies!

When I was 18 I tried to contact him.

I thought he'd apologize.

And?

He wouldn't even take my call.

He didn't even know who I was.

So you and Enzo Collard trashed his surgery and confronted him?

I just wanted to get my mother's medical records, to prove what he'd done.

I'd met Enzo at a demonstration.

When I told him the hospital refused to send them, he offered to help.

I destroyed the incubator, not him.

We couldn't get into his office to get the file, so I was pissed!

That was 6 months ago.

Yesterday you got into his office.

What happened?

You met Dr. Bubé in the flesh and cracked up?

- I didn't kill him. - Alain,

several witnesses say you stayed 5 minutes.

So if you didn't attack him, what did you do for 5 minutes?

Alain Forget still refuses to talk.

I hope his lawyer will persuade him to cooperate.

Great.

What about his accusations against the doctor?

Did you get a chance to check?

No. I contacted the hospital for Estelle Forget's file,

but as usual they refused without an injunction.

- Are you leaving? - Yes.

I hear we have to wait for the judge's commission anyway...

You hear.

I hear?... Yes, I hear.

I'll ask the DA if we can't speed things up.

Great, thanks.

Fred seems good.

A bit impulsive but... dynamic.

Motivated.

Yes, I'd say so too.

He gets on well with Morgane.

So they get on well. And...?

No, they get on really well.

Well, that's splendid! Maybe I won't get dumped overnight

because of "irreconcilable differences" with a teammate.

It's a shame. We weren't far from...

Hey... I hear! You see it's...

No, the commission, the judge...

- We've no choice. - So I hear!

Hello?

- Fred? - Yeah, hi!

I can't find Enzo Collard's hearing in the proceedings.

Oh shit!

I must have slipped it into my bag as I left.

Shall I send it by mail?

Why are you whispering? Where are you?

Just checking something. Talk tomorrow, OK?

Come on, or we'll be caught!

Go, go, go!

Got it!

2005!

- Shit! - Wait...

Yes!

Got it! This is it!

- Shall we share it? - Yes.

Take this...

Can I ask you something?

Yes!

What's the baggage between Commander Grouch and you?

I could feel a kind of tension.

No baggage. We just don't get on.

OK, you slept together and it wasn't great.

I get that, it's always disappointing...

Oh look! The file seems to have been forged.

See those two holes on the kid's mother's blood tests?

Yes.

Looks like it's been stapled, unstapled, then re-stapled!

- They changed a page? - Yes.

But which one?

Feel that... Not the same material at all!

It's very thin and rough.

The others were printed on thick glossy paper,

the kind used by private labs to justify the indecent price of their analyses!

- This one, the rotten one... - Yes?

...is from a place which is stony broke!

- And that place is? - The hospital.

- Right! - Bingo!

So... wait...

It's the one that checks for tumor markers.

The kid was right, Dr. Bubé knew his mom had cancer antecedents.

So he is responsible for her death, he forged her file to cover his ass.

Yes.

Otherwise, you're dead wrong. Supercop and I never slept together.

Here...

Fuck, you scared me.

Hi.

What are you up to?

Well, in fact we...

We were checking!

We were checking, because the hospital called me.

Someone's been through the doctor's files.

I wanted to check with Morgane...

- It's OK, don't bother. - OK.

Morgane, can I have a word?

Well, we've some checking to do, so...

Yes, but now we've finished.

I'll leave you both to it, shall I?

- I'm going for a smoke. - Huh!

- Good luck. - Well...

Commander.

Well, what's it about?

Only here 2 days and you've sucked him in.

We're on a lead... is that OK?

No, it's not!

You illegally enter a hospital and violate medical secrets!

I won't always be here to cover you!

You'll end up getting fired!

You're the one running away like a coward!

I'm a coward?

- Yes! - After all I've done for you?

I screwed up my life, Morgane!

For you!

I don't even know if there's an ounce of truth in our whole story!

Fuck, we're locked in!

What's that noise?

It's here!

A bomb.

It's a vibration sensor.

You must have triggered it by banging on the cabinet!

That's what Enzo and Alain were doing in the office!

Hey! Hey!

Fuck!

- We're stuck! - Windows! Shit!

The windows are locked!

We can't open them!

- Get us out of here! - Shit!

Damn! I'll call Fred!

Get us out!

We're locked in with a bomb!

2 minutes 46. Come on, answer.

It's on voicemail!

I'll call the bomb squad.

They'll never get here. We have to do it!

No way, Morgane.

Neither of us have ever done this!

We'll have to improvise! OK, wait...

Shit!

Yes, I've got it!

It's basic electronics, so it can't be that complicated.

I've spent enough time in front of McGyver to know how it works.

You have to cut the power to the detonator.

But not the detector's, otherwise it'll explode,

it'll go off. Bang bang.

It must be the blue wire. Yes, it's the blue one.

Don't touch. Please...

We've no time!

Move away.

If I tell you it's the red, then it's the red!

You said blue!

Well... I've changed my mind. I'm sure of it. Trust me!

Trust?

Seriously, Karadec... What, really, now?

Is this the right time?

OK...

OK, you're right, I'm a liar,

I lie all the time, to everyone, even to you!

- Move away now... - I'm not done.

I should have told the truth about the jewelry and the statement.

But... we're very different, you and I, aren't we?

And I'm sorry to say, but sometimes you can be...

so stubborn!

You won't change!

That yes, I lied to you.

But it wasn't to use you.

I lied because...

It was because I was afraid of losing you.

- You said red? - Yes... yes...

OK.

Give me your hand.

It's the red.

- You're sure? - Yes. Yes.

Oh God!

A 50-50 chance, you lousy pigeon!

You said a 50-50 chance? You chose at random?

No. No.

You chose at random?

Oh Karadec, shit, it's always red in films, isn't it?

- You chose at random. - No...

Did it work or not?

Are you okay?

MURDERER!

It's nothing, it's a... stain.

No big deal. Pranksters.

Well then, yes, OK, I lied,

I didn't know which of the wires to cut.

But I'd just told you that I lie all the time so you knew!

I didn't lie about that.

And I'm sorry but we had to

or we'd have had a 100% chance of staying there!

Hey guys! We have a problem.

Alain and Enzo planted a fake blood bomb in the doctor's office.

Oh yeah?

Oh. I think I've arrived rather late to warn you.

Yes, rather.

The good news is Morgane and I found. Did she explain the staples thing?

- No, I didn't... - Know what? It's not my problem.

OK.

Well, you know what, you're wrong.

I was particularly clever on this one and I think you'd have liked it!

Clearly.

Dead right. The staple thing was great, right?

Here, 160. Hold the mother's medical file. I'll fetch the car.

Everything's fine Marilyn

"Everything's fine - Marilyn".

So you checked this file for Dr. Bubé in 2005?

But you did change one page. Am I right?

When Estelle came to our department,

she'd already been refused by four centers.

At first I told her, like the others, that with her cancer

she couldn't envisage pregnancy for at least 5 years.

But she burst into tears and she begged me...

So you falsified her file?

All these women who come into our department bring their own story.

Stories. Stories are important.

Desiring a child who doesn't come is a great sufferance.

Estelle wanted this baby so much.

But there was no miracle.

The cancer took her a few months after delivery.

So you never told Dr. Bubé the truth?

18 years on, Estelle's son arrives wanting an explanation, right?

At first I filtered his calls, but he kept on.

I don't see how this child can blame the doctor for being alive.

I imagine that his harassment made Dr. Bubé wonder.

I finally confessed three days ago.

A sin confessed

is half forgiven!

She's not wrong.

I was so afraid it'd turn out badly.

He didn't forgive you.

He was so angry.

He transferred me to reception

away from patients and checked all my files.

Oh dear!

But Estelle's my only blip in a 25-year career!

Yeah? Are we sure of that?

The only blip in 25 years is good.

It's a good blip-free career.

So what happened?

I promised to resign without making waves.

No waves.

- And in exchange... - In exchange?

He agreed not to notify the nursing order.

- Nice. And fair! - Nice.

But he changed his mind?

He called you the night before the murder at 10.37pm.

- That's late. Oh yes. - It is late.

What for? To tell you he was going to turn you in?

Then you decided to murder him.

No! He didn't talk about that!

What, then?

He wanted me to explain my filing system for his new assistant.

Filing system?

At 10.37pm? Hey!

I didn't kill him.

I wasn't even there when he died, you can check.

That's what we do. We check.

We're checkers.

- That's it, we check. - We do.

I never stop checking.

I still had to check!

A little joke...

I aIso checked that at 8.42am you badged into

the hospital parking lot on the day of the murder.

8.42am. And you logged in to your computer at 8.50.

- That leaves you... - Bip. 8 minutes!

Eight minutes is plenty of time to pop into the doctor's office and murder him.

Bang!

No! I just took ages in the parkade as someone nicked my space!

It's a space reserved for staff!

There!

But... You tell him!

He wanted me to explain my filing system to his new assistant!

Oh bloody hell! Oh shit!

We're all agreed that you just said

someone - who cares who, now isn't the time! -

someone stole your place in the parkade.

Nobody calls it that here. We say parking lot!

You're from Quebec, aren't you?

Couldn't you have said? We'd have saved time.

Hey 160, we had a case...

We had nothing. She's not the culprit, she's from Quebec.

Quebecers are surrounded 24/7 by rosbifs

who can't be bothered to learn 3 words of French.

It pisses them off!

So they can't stand anglicisms.

They don't say faire du shopping but magasiner...

They don't say weekend, they say fin de semaine...

And they don't say a parking lot, they say a parkade.

I was born in Montreal but what's that got to do with the murder?

Well, you don't talk exactly like us,

but you don't write dates the way we do, either.

In France, the date convention is

day / month / year.

But not everywhere.

For example, in the USA, they use month / day / year.

In China or Japan, they do year / month / day.

And in Canada, of course, it's a mess,

given that half the population speaks English and half speaks French,

To avoid errors,

your government recommends using the ISO 8601 system,

i.e. year / month / day.

In other words, the opposite of ours!

Do you see what I'm getting at?

Of course. It's obvious.

You don't see at all!

He's got the wrong baby!

That's why he called his assistant in the night

to talk about her filing method!

I'll be brief. Six months ago,

Alain and Enzo sabotaged the incubator.

A.A.F!

As a result, the doctor found himself having to inseminate his patients

on the run for fear of losing the embryos.

So he calls all who can come.

Only thing is, it's Friday and usually on Fridays there's no insemination.

Why? Because it's...

Because it's his assistant's day off.

So he has to manage alone and he obviously mixed things up.

He thought the embryon marked 23/01/22

was the embryo taken January 23, 2022!

- Yes but, except... - Not possible.

According to the system,

- Isio, uh... - Marilyn's Iso thingy,

23/01/22

in fact means January 22, 2023.

In fact, it's the opposite.

What a blunder!

As a result, he sent Judith Varone home

saying her embryos were no longer viable.

I'm sorry, madam. Your embryos are no longer viable.

- I thought it was fine. - I don't understand!

I will proceed with the insemination. Don't worry.

And he mistakenly inseminated another patient

with the same initials as her.

Violaine Jézabel!

So it's a big mess, and above all it's bad news to announce.

- Which brings us to the motive... - I'm coming to it!

At the time, our doctor didn't realize his error,

but when Marilyn confessed to him that 20 years earlier

one of his patients had cancer, he panicked.

He went back to check all his files for any other mistakes...

That's when he stumbled on his blunder.

He wanted to tell the husband first

to prepare his wife for the big bad news.

No, we can't tell her. It'll destroy her...

I'm sorry Mr Jézabel, it's not your child...

No! Screw your embryos!

She's carried the baby for 6 months!

- Calm down. - It's ours!

That was a miscalculation.

A very bad miscalculation...

Benoît decided to protect his wife.

We know that morning she left him alone for about ten minutes,

so we now have a motive.

OK. I'll summon Benoît Jézabel. Well done, Morgane!

I'll tell Céline!

OK.

Is he the father?

I saw a file with your name on at the hospital.

If you need to talk to someone childless,

in an unstable love situation,

who doesn't have a uterus, talk to me. Mum's the word!

On the other hand, no details about the birth.

All the weird chick stuff,

episios, lactation and all that, no thanks...

OK.

Deep down, I knew he'd leave eventually.

He had such caliber for our little brigade.

Little? We do have several investigating teams.

Remember the first time he walked into the open space?

He was lost. Like a little bird, he was so cute...

Isn't it time for the present?

Shall we do the present?

Gilles said the samosas were delicious.

The present!

- There! - You shouldn't have.

I should think so!

Thank you.

It was Gilles' idea.

I chose it, though.

I wanted brass but we didn't have the budget with what Didier put in,

so this was the best value-for-money option.

Yes, we don't need all the details.

Yes...

Isn't Morgane here?

There we are.

A Tibetan bowl.

Great.

Thank you... Daphné.

- Well I... - Thank you, Gilles.

To Commander Karadec.

With whom I've been lucky enough to work for 6 years.

And...

And then...

to Adam...

with whom I've shared six years of friendship and trust.

We'll miss you.

I shall miss you too.

- To the Commander! - The Commander.

Thank you.

And to Commander Prigent,

who will have the difficult task of replacing you in this group.

Cheers!

To your health. Cheers.

Cheers!

Adam, I'll never forget your smile.

Me neither, Gilles...

In any case, I think we're going to do some really good work together, really.

- To your first case. - Thank you.

You closed this one quickly.

That was teamwork. You've a really great team here.

Yes.

If Morgane hadn't stolen our suspect's parking space,

I wouldn't have realized that she was Canadian.

So in a way, it's thanks to her that I found the culprit...

So you got on with Morgane?

Oh yes, totally.

Mind you, she's a bit all over the place

and procedure-wise it's a bit "wow"...

- slippery! -

but given your enthusiasm,

I can't wait to see what she can bring.

At last!

Yes, he is a personality.

That's it, that's it exactly. He's a personality.

You've arrived late.

Yes.

This is Pierre-Emmanuel Caron, Judge Caron,

My companion and...

Ah! Delighted.

Frédéric Prigent, Karadec's imminent successor.

Delighted.

Companion... You hesitated a little?

- No. - Just a little bit?

Nobody says that.

Why not have a drink and relax?

Subtitles by Mark Goodwin for VECTRACOM