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Yo! Chief, it's Morgane!

I hear Gilles let it slip that I'm pregnant.

Anyway, I was wondering how the maternity leave works.

Chief, it's Angélique in HR.

Jérôme is working part-time after his burnout

so please observe his reduced schedule.

Hello, this is Dr. Valan at Lille Hospital

calling about Fred Prigent,

who had an accident yesterday.

Next, we slice up the carrots...

Mix it all together...

You didn't her any shouts or noises?

No, just the TV on loud.

Well, it was 5 a.m., so...

I buzzed but nobody came.

So where was Fred?

Wait, Morgane...

Dad?

Ulysse, wait in your room.

Everything OK, chief?

No, Fred was hit by a car, he's a goner.

-He's dead? -Yes.

No, but he'll be off work for six months

so he may as well be.

Well, that's not the same thing!

Anyway, not to worry.

I just need to find a new team leader.

We'll be fine.

I'll handle it... Hello.

Who are you? What did you see?

I'm the neighbor.

We've interviewed him.

-Why didn't you say? -Well...

Where's the body?

Over there.

Wow, we're in hot water!

He died in my dream. Is it my fault?

Stop looking for someone to blame!

Are you coming?

-Yes! -It's fine, he's on the mend.

We'll be back in touch!

Our victim is Tristan Delvallée, 43, who worked

for a maintenance company

servicing dispensing machines.

What have we got, Bonnemain?

-Wrong! -That's not him.

Who are you?

Dr. Karim Benzaoui, pathologist. I won't shake your hand.

Where's Bonnemain?

He's off for six months on an anthropology course.

Don't worry, I'm a qualified pathologist.

Phew!

Excellent. So what have we got?

A body.

Apparently stabbed between 8 and 10 p.m. last night:

perforated liver, hemoperitoneum,

hepatosplenic lesion...

Are you following me?

So what's that?

Facial trauma and lacerated eyebrows.

Commonly known as a sock in the face.

Injury occurred prior to death but the state of the wound suggests

it was inflicted at some stage yesterday.

Wait, let me borrow this...

There we go.

Is that normal?

You get used to it.

So, to sum up,

he was attacked a few hours before death.

We just need to ascertain by whom, when, and where.

I can tell you now, it was at 3.10 p.m.

Look, the guy photographed the machines

on his customer rounds.

The tablet is smashed, the last photo was at 3.10 p.m.

I bet the tablet was wrecked when he was socked.

Wait, the GPS info shows us

the location, and it was...

a company called Boboobs.

BOBOOBS

Poor Fred, I hope it wasn't because of my dream.

What kind of name is that? Boboobs!

May as well call it Bigmelons.

Or wait... Jollyjugs!

17 fractures, jeez.

Gilles, stop it! He's an asshole, you said so yourself.

I never said that!

You don't get it, we have no leader. The chief can't manage alone.

It's you who doesn't get it.

Now we can do whatever we like.

The last thing we need is a new boss messing up our investigation!

Commander?

Er... hi.

It's great to see you.

Yeah, it's great.

Same here!

Hello, Morgane. This is William, my new partner.

Gilles and Morgane, my former colleagues.

-Hello. -Hello.

I told you about them.

-Come on... -Don't you remember?

-Which floor? -Fifth.

Excuse me.

So... same as us.

What are you here for?

Fraud.

-You? -Murder.

Of course.

HIP HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

TROJAN HORSE

-Thief! -We protest!

What the hell's this?

We won't be silenced!

He won't lift a finger!

Ladies, please!

Ah, there you are.

They saw the video, now I can't calm them down.

Sorry, which video?

This one.

Where are your managers?

Upstairs but good luck.

They've been under siege for 45 minutes.

They take us for fools and we won't stand for it.

I've cooked the books. The staff won't get any bonuses.

Give me the megaphone.

Workers of the world, unite!

What is she doing?

There? Well...

Managers are scavengers!

Hey, you don't even work here!

But I agree with you and I support you!

Actually, the fact is, your video is a total fake.

What do you mean by fake?

Look, your bosses' buttons are on the left.

So?

So, since the 13th century,

the buttons on men's clothes have been on the right side.

Like this guy's. Why?

To make it easier for them.

Since 3/4 of guys are right-handed, they can dress themselves.

Give us a demo.

See? He can dress himself, like a big boy.

Whereas for women,

the buttons are on the left. Why?

You'll never guess. Because they were dressed by servants!

So our clothes today still meet specifications from the year 12!

Crazy, right? Anyway, the guys in the video

have been switched around.

But not the rest. The PowerPoint is facing the right way.

It's a deepfake!

That's what they're called.

The video is actually a montage.

Meaning it's been rigged. So now you know,

everyone can disperse, OK? Thank you.

Are you for real? I haven't finished my demonstration!

I need to explain the unblinking eyes.

Morgane, it isn't a masterclass, it's an investigation.

Dibs on interviewing witnesses!

Take a breath, they've left. Everything's OK.

So who killed Tristan?

Hello.

Commander Karadec, Fraud Squad. Excuse us a moment.

Morgane, we have procedures.

We were here first.

Excuse me, stop me if I'm wrong, Gilles,

but I think murder trumps a bit of financial hustling.

That's not the issue!

Sorry but what's going on?

-One moment. -This won't take long.

Technically, the commander has opened an investigation.

Thank you, Gilles.

What I suggest is, we share our information

and I handle the interviews.

I don't think so!

The guy who serviced the dispensing machines is dead.

Gilles!

He had a fight with someone here.

Go ahead, spill the beans.

Thanks, Gilles. Seems there's a lot of brawling here.

A maintenance worker attacked,

the staff putting you under siege...

Your colleague just showed the video is fake.

-She's not my colleague. -Nah-nah-nah!

Even if the video is fake, maybe someone

is trying to expose a real situation.

Fascinating!

This is some lead!

Eva and I have instilled Boboobs with values of inclusion and respect.

OK? That video is fake from A to Z.

If you say so.

Can we talk about the dispensing machine guy?

-Let's stay focused. -It was me.

What was you?

I roughed him up a bit.

I've got 150 staff here,

the dispensers never work properly.

I'm not proud of myself.

Maybe I got a bit carried away.

I'll say you did!

A smashed eyebrow,

a knife in the belly...

I hope I'm not here next time the printer gets jammed!

Now wait a minute, Matthieu didn't kill that man.

Matthieu hasn't said so but we've had deepfake attacks before.

Here.

-Show them. -There.

Someone has been hacking our company for over a year.

Can we get back to my corpse? Because...

What?

Please stop that.

-Who am I talking to? You? -Karadec.

With your totally fake deepfake fraud!

"I saw the light and decided to pitch up here"!

You're not my boss anymore!

What's funny is, the system was always hacked on the day

our victim Tristan Delvallée was doing his maintenance.

Are the dispensers connected to your network?

Yes, why?

Just one moment.

Well, there's your link.

Maybe your victim was the hacker.

OK, thanks for letting me know. See you later.

What about the victim's hard drive?

Gilles just called, the victim was doing IT ransom scams.

The drive probably has malware on it.

-Mal-what? -Malware.

No, Daphné, please.

I've got no group leader, Bonnemain has been replaced,

Jérôme only works mornings and Morgane is pregnant.

So don't give me any mal-whatever-it-is.

Not now! Let's plug this in

and get it analyzed!

-What's going on? -I don't know!

What the fuck?

Malware is a virus!

See, Jérôme, the main thing is the power setting.

Keep it on one.

Power setting: one.

Then, they won't get too sticky and dry flat.

The DSI says it's highly sophisticated ransomware.

All the servers are infected and inaccessible.

OK.

Can we stop that alarm ringing every 15 minutes?

No, anything connected is infected, even the phones.

We have a procedure!

Well, what's done is done. You know what?

Go back to the IT guys and keep at them

till they find a solution.

We'll be fine.

We'll be fine...

I'm going to wake up.

Chief? Sorry to disturb you.

I spoke to the head of the cybercrime unit.

This hacker Mustang23 is a serial offender.

I looked at the companies he's attacked

and in each case Tristan Delvallée was servicing their machines.

OK, so he was using his job to hack his customers.

Did he get greedy?

Draw up a list of the victims, we'll call them all in.

With no phone or computer, it'll be hard for me to access...

Lieutenant, how do you think...

we managed before the Internet?

We took our pencils and notebooks

and got off our fat asses!

If you really need the Internet, ask Morgane.

Hers is the only phone not connected to the network

so I told everyone to use her for emergencies.

OK, I'll do that.

There.

It'll be all right.

Adam.

-...and downs. -We all do.

Adam? What a nice surprise!

Hi, Céline.

Is the Fraud Squad treating you well?

Fine, thanks. And you? I just heard about Fred.

Six months off work.

Yes, it's awful.

As a result, there's a vacancy

if you want your job back.

Is that why you're here?

No, I'm on a case. Didn't Gilles tell you?

Ah, right.

Well... we'll help each other.

Come into my office for a chat. I've got some vitality infusion!

Thanks, Céline.

What I need is our victim's hard drive.

No problem.

Chief, the printer won't stop. What should I do?

Ask Daphné for a copy of the data.

OK, will do.

Thanks, Céline. Good luck.

Where's Morgane? The lab and the Prosecutor will call on her phone.

She went home.

She's worried the alarm will damage the baby's hearing.

What now?

I really needed to be on the same case as him.

Honestly!

You did it just to piss me off.

But you got it wrong.

Yup, because it hasn't affected me in the slightest.

Not in the least.

You'll have to think of something else.

Yup.

Yes!

-What? -Hi, Ginger, what's up?

Afida? What are you doing?

Me? I'm moving in!

-Sure! -Where from?

I thought you said it was OK?

Wait, let me talk to her.

Look, she just got out,

she needs a place to stay, I told her you could help.

I helped you out!

As a one-off. I'm not a social worker!

Two floors! This place is a fucking palace.

Hey, where's she going?

-Hey. -Hello... just a moment.

Morgane, can I get some privacy here?

Don't talk to her like that!

Whoa!

Change your tone, asshole!

It's fine, they're friends.

Shall I take care of him?

I was having a wash.

Want a hand?

My colleague... that wasn't you...

The one who was knocked over?

No, that wasn't me.

So how do you know he was knocked over?

Who's the cute guy? Is he single?

Afida, as you can see, we're all a bit crammed in here.

Sorry, you'll have to use a hotel. As for you...

I never asked you to run my colleague over!

If a cop or anyone else asks,

you know nothing, say nothing.

Bye now, it was a pleasure. See you soon!

Wow.

Shit.

They're such a pain.

Autopsy - Conclusions Cause of death: cardiac arrest

-Théa? -What?

How about we go out?

Just me and you?

You take me for a mug. How many more laundromats?

Seriously, Mom. I've got homework to do!

Focus on the empty machines. The lab says...

our victim had washing powder under his fingernails.

But he has no machine at home.

So...

So he came to the laundromat right before he died,

I get it, I'm not stupid. OK, so he did a load.

Yes, but what type of load?

His dirty linen was overflowing.

So what did he wash?

Ugh, this one stinks of mold!

That must be the one.

Only two items.

A kid's clothes, so you were wrong.

Ulysse?

Who's Ulysse?

Dad?

Ulysse, wait in your room.

My question may seem strange

but I need to know what your son was doing two days ago.

He went to school...

Then, he saw his English teacher.

After that, he had a tennis lesson.

What time was he home from his tennis?

Around 7 p.m., as usual.

Sorry but what's this all about?

Is he a suspect?

Mr. and Mrs. Duclot.

Do you recognize these garments?

Yes.

It's Ulysse's tennis kit.

He said he left them in the changing room.

Your neighbor had them.

Did you know they saw each other?

We didn't mix with the neighbor. You must be mistaken.

I'm sure Ulysse has never even spoken to him.

I understand.

But we've looked at Mr. Delvallée's IP address

and he had many conversations

on social media with boys aged between 10 and 12.

Here. Talking about mangas and video games.

Sometimes he suggests meeting them.

Sorry, can you be more precise?

What exactly are you saying?

Did he hurt our son?

That isn't possible.

We've always been very careful with Ulysse.

He isn't allowed to use the computer without us,

or to mix with strangers.

Right now, nothing is certain.

That's why I really need to talk to your son.

-Morgane... -Wait, this is important.

-So is this! -You can do it later.

Yes... Hey, Timothée!

Say, that new job keeps you busy!

But it would be nice if you called me back.

Don't let me down. Take care!

Maybe do the personal stuff later, the Prosecutor

is going to make a very important call.

Wait, that's him!

-Just answer. -OK, I will.

Yes, hey!

Mrs. Alvaro? This is Agathe Delgado.

Mr. Guichard has asked me to fix up a meeting...

The guy has an assistant. So classy!

It's not like he's the president.

Yes, absolutely, it's me.

This week?

Actually, I'm ever so busy this week.

Wait, I can't hear you.

Morgane! The Prosecutor!

8 p.m., Topaze Bar. Perfect.

Tell him I can't wait. I'm looking forward to it!

Better send me the address, though. Take care!

Nonsense...

That's that done.

No way. Haven't you got your own office?

Hello, Morgane. Nice to see you too.

I'll be gone

once I have a copy of Delvallée's hard drive.

OK, Karadec.

We're working on a real case with a real corpse.

We don't have time for your Mickey Mouse investigations.

Making personal calls on the footbridge?

Yes. And I know you're here to steal my ideas!

That's a good one!

Like I haven't got better things to do.

I'm here because your victim is the key figure in my investigation.

And while the prospect

of working with you makes me want to jump off the bridge...

we need to find common ground.

OK... so let's lay down the ground rules.

-Fine. -Don't touch my murder

and I'll leave you to your accounts. Understood?

As Patrick Swayze would say,

this is my investigation space

and this is your investigation space.

Don't invade my space and I won't invade yours.

Geddit?

Perfectly.

There.

As usual, I don't get your references.

Come on, Karadec. Everyone knows Dirty Dancing!

Your turn soon.

Want one?

No, thanks, Ulysse doesn't eat gluten.

Are you hungry, darling?

Do you have any apples?

Rice crackers? Or buckwheat?

Hi!

You need to help him, he'll never manage on his own!

Don't worry, though.

I'll stay with your little angel.

All right.

Hungry, then?

Yes.

Now what do we have here?

We have palm oil...

extra sugar...

additives...

And gluten!

Want some? Dig in!

Just help yourself.

But my mother says...

Is your mother here?

No!

Come on.

Don't tell me you've never strayed before.

What about that ketchup stain on your tennis shirt?

Did you and Tristan enjoy a blowout?

He wanted to wash it

so you wouldn't get told off.

You holed up at his place to skip tennis.

That's not very nice.

I don't like tennis.

Tell me about it. It sucks!

Tristan saw me hiding, bunking off.

He offered to let me wait at his place and keep it secret.

He didn't fiddle with you...

No! He just let me read mangas.

That's fine. But you didn't just read mangas, did you?

You used his computer too.

We saw messages sent to other kids. That wasn't him.

But the funniest bit

was the hacking! Did you see those ransom demands?

In January, it was 240 euros.

February, it was 90.

In March it was 548.

What kind of sums are those?

Then, I worked it out. You know how?

Thanks to this.

That's how I figured it.

Mom, can I have this new game?

I realized that the sums corresponded

to the price of...

a new video game...

a new gamepad...

and a new pair of VR glasses.

Crikey, I'm on the moon!

Crazy stuff.

Let's face it, Mustang23 wasn't him. It was you.

Anyway...

it isn't Mustang23, is it?

It's Mustang two-three.

Like the Trojan Horse

the Greeks used to screw the Trojans. Invented by?

You'll never guess... Ulysse!

A smarter guy than you!

OK, you're pretty good.

Now listen up, unless you want no screens

for 40 years, tell me all you know about Tristan's death.

Sir? This lady brought me here,

now she won't let me call my parents.

Oh, the jerk!

Beautiful!

Don't worry, I'm with the police,

I'm not actually an officer but...

I don't understand. She scares me.

He's a hacker, possibly a murderer, so let's not reverse roles!

Magali, can you call security?

It's a mix-up, they're on their way...

Let go of me! I told you, I work here, ask them!

Everyone knows me!

You're totally crazy! Are you all right, my angel?

Your angel, huh!

Turns out your son isn't such an angel.

One, he's our hacker.

-Dad, what's a hacker? -Nothing, dear.

You're accusing my son? What's this all about?

Allow me to apologize.

We're sorry, my colleague

has made an error of judgment.

But if your son can unjam our system,

-it would be a great help. -Are you kidding?

The lady made me eat a burger. My tummy hurts.

He's such a liar!

He loved it, I tell you. Loved it!

Right, let's go.

Any more trouble and I'll report you for kidnap and attempted poisoning!

Well... I'm very sorry!

I thought you were his friend. Some friend you are!

She's nuts. Come on.

Maybe you didn't kill him

but if you're withholding information,

you're an accomplice!

I can't believe you let him go. He's our hacker!

Stop it. We'll end up in court because of you.

I leave you unsupervised for two minutes

and you abduct a minor!

I didn't abduct him.

I need to update the Prosecutor.

Aside from the fact we've been brought to a standstill by a ten-year-old,

do we have anything solid to report?

No, nothing.

Since I'm the only one receiving messages,

HR contacted me

about Fred's replacement and... it'll take six weeks.

Well, there you go.

Go home, then.

-Seriously? -Yes.

You don't need me?

I should go?

OK.

Jérôme, what are you doing tonight?

The palak paneer is terrific.

No, I'll have a naan.

-Plain, please. -Anything else, sir?

No, thanks.

You had something urgent?

Yes. About Boboobs.

I examined the video...

The bra case? I thought we'd closed that.

I recovered...

the company documents from the hacker's drive.

Something doesn't fit. Take this invoice.

An order placed on April 26 in Riyadh,

in Saudi Arabia.

Except the 26th...

was a Friday.

In Saudi, that's the weekend.

I printed out export invoices for the last two years.

Just to see. We could check half each.

No, no... wait. Tomorrow is the hearing

for the Private Capital affair. I need to prepare it.

Fine.

Look into that, I'll handle the hearing myself.

Anyway I'm not hungry.

-See you tomorrow. -See you.

-I'll take a doggy bag. -Adam?

Fancy that, what are you doing here?

Hello, Commissioner.

Well, what brings you here?

I'm out with the team. Well, with Jérôme.

-Right. -You're alone? Can we join you?

Actually, I...

Ranir, champagne! It's my round.

-We're celebrating Jérôme's return. -Oh?

It's so lovely

to have the team back together again.

I can't drink though, I'm on antidepressants.

Jérôme's such a livewire!

Still on that case? So are we.

Fascinating. Isn't it, Jérôme?

Oh, yes! By the way, about my hours...

This case has everything: kids, hackers, pedophiles...

Who aren't really--

Above all, we have a family that wants answers.

And that's why we do this job, right?

Is your fraud case coming along?

Yes, I need to check some fake invoices

and interview a suspect, so I can't stay.

Otherwise I'd have loved to.

Here's the champagne.

Wait, Adam.

Enjoy your evening.

-You too. -Your doggy bag.

-Thanks, put it on my tab. -I will.

-Don't drink too much! -I won't.

Bye!

Champagne, then.

Hey, hi there, handsome.

Mrs. Alvaro? Maître Delgado, criminal lawyer.

We spoke earlier. Please sit down.

Criminal lawyer? What's this all about?

OK, I'll sit down.

My client wanted to meet you

on neutral ground to ask you to stop trying to contact him.

To stop...

trying to contact him?

Timothée, this is nonsense.

I'm sorry it's come to this.

Yes, Timothée.

It's me again.

There's a problem with your voicemail, I keep getting cut off!

Anyway, we did it two or three times a week when we were together.

Do you remember the exact days?

Obviously, I'm just interested in the times you...

unburdened yourself, if you get my drift!

No, that's my daughter, bugging me with her stats.

So she wanted to know

how often you had...

popped a cork!

Hey, Timothée, it's Morgane.

I was wondering...

Remind me, are you a briefs or a shorts guy?

No, I remembered. You wear shorts.

18 messages of a sexual nature in barely 72 hours.

It's harassment.

Punishable by three years in jail and a 45,000 euro fine.

Harassment? No way, there's nothing sexual about it!

I mean, Timothée, tell her!

She's saying you have to leave the past behind.

I know you took our split badly

but I've moved on, you need to accept it.

Despite my recommendations,

Mr. Guichard refuses to file a complaint.

-This is your final-- -You, shut up!

Look, I'm not here because I want to sleep with you again

but because I'm--

I really hope you can rebuild your life, Morgane.

You're a good person.

You deserve to find someone.

Well, that's just fine.

Great!

-Hi. -Hi.

Oh, you want to sit here?

You're watching car racing?

Yeah, it's a rally.

Mom, did you sort out the maintenance allowance?

Right, stop going on about that.

This child doesn't need a father

and this family doesn't need a man, we're fine as we are.

Charming!

No, not you.

You're different, honey.

Hear that?

It's fucking laughing at me!

Give me a broom.

Get out of there, I said!

And stop pissing me off!

Poor thing!

I'm sick of it!

Don't worry, Mom. Droppings are good for your hair.

No, it keeps going off!

Obviously a problem with the box. Morgane, can you fix it?

-What? -Come on.

You can manage.

We'll miss the show.

Sure, I'll manage!

I contacted your distributor in Riyadh.

The invoice is fake.

I found dozens like that.

All written out by you.

Nothing to do with me.

Sure?

Yes.

My research tells me this isn't your first violation.

You did six months in jail, Noémie,

for credit-card fraud.

It was a tricky period. I had a difficult partner.

I needed money to leave him.

I made a mistake and learned my lesson.

That's not the impression I get.

Your employer is almost bankrupt

and you fake paperwork to conceal the fact.

When I was released from jail, no one wanted to employ me.

Only Matthieu gave me a chance.

So yes, I'm not stupid.

I soon realized he was rigging sales.

I didn't want to crush him, he was losing his wife,

for him to lose his company too...

Please... I'm trying to get custody of my son.

-If the judge finds out... -Wait...

What's this about losing his wife?

OK, now what?

Plug the box back in, finish the update and it should work.

But I just did and it doesn't work!

Wait, it's talking to me.

Our victim was shagging the bra lady

but don't tell Karadec or he'll...

Just a moment, Morgane.

What's he doing here?

Sure, in a divorce, the lawyers would check the accounts

and discover Matthieu Daumas's fraud.

So if his wife ran off with our victim, he might end up in jail.

May I ask what this is about?

Maybe I can help, right?

Eva and Matthieu Daumas are here... Commander?

-Hi. -Let's interview them together.

OK, come on.

-OK, Gilles? -I'm good. You?

Well, if no one cares

about my lead, maybe I'll just go home.

I'll let you find another way of handling calls to the Prosecutor

and emails to the lab.

Hey, my computer came back on.

Mine too!

Wow!

Morgane, it's nuts. Just crazy.

Karadec comes back and everything works again!

He has such an aura.

Wow!

It began with Tristan on my birthday.

I was meeting Matthieu at a restaurant and he stood me up.

It was the third time in two weeks.

Then, I saw him, at the next table.

The guy who loads the machines.

So you recognized him?

After a while, yes.

His date didn't turn up either.

We figured it was silly to dine alone

so he sat at my table.

At first, he was very shy. I think I intimidated him.

But eventually he loosened up

and we talked and talked.

It felt good to be listened to.

For four years, all Matthieu and I talked about was money problems

and the business plan.

After dinner, I couldn't get a cab

so Tristan kindly offered to give me a ride.

He put the radio on and it was playing Hang On To Your Love.

I adore that song.

I love it too.

We began singing along,

then, we kissed.

I tried to resist, to save my marriage,

but Matthieu was never around.

Do you think he knew what was going on?

I thought I'd been careful but when you said

he attacked Tristan in the office, I realized he knew.

The penalty for forgery is three years in jail.

But you already know that, hence you'd do anything

to avoid divorce.

Too troublesome.

Going through the accounts...

Judges leave no stone unturned.

You couldn't allow that.

-What are you talking about? -Mr. Daumas.

Tristan Delvallée was your wife's lover.

So you attacked him.

And then killed him.

No, no, wait.

I caught him kissing Eva in the car park.

Next time I saw him, I punched him

but I didn't kill him.

Go ahead, check. I worked till midnight.

In the CCTV footage from the elevator,

there's no sign of you leaving.

Was that intentional?

No, I took the stairs.

From the 5th floor?

Well, the elevator has been unreliable lately.

I've been stuck in it once already so when I'm alone, I don't use it.

So we can't confirm your movements the night of the murder.

-That's convenient. -Very.

All right. That's just great.

The guy steals our witness, our evidence, our investigation

and no one else gets mad?

Seriously, Gilles?

All done.

It took all night but we've managed to reboot the system.

Hi, Daphné, I've been waiting to resume the conversation

-the two of us had, remember? -No.

You know, about bad luck, all that stuff.

Ah, the thing you said was bullshit.

-Karma. -That's it!

So how exactly does it work?

Let me use your language.

Imagine you have a bank account.

Yeah.

-It has money in it. -OK.

Every time you do something bad,

you use up some of your balance.

Given that you pull all kinds of stunts,

pretty soon, you're overdrawn.

At this stage, you're paying interest.

You're unlucky.

Ah, I see.

To pay the interest, you need to boost the coffers.

The only way to do that is...

Take out a loan!

No, the universe won't give you any more credit.

You need a deposit.

Deposit what?

Well... good deeds!

Ah, yes! So that's it.

That's easy, I do plenty of good deeds.

Yeah, well. Let's see.

Right, Matthieu Daumas has confessed to fraud

but denies murdering Tristan Delvallée.

What do we have on his alibi?

Not much, some CCTV footage showing him leaving at midnight,

several hours after the murder.

Unless he managed to sneak out earlier without being filmed.

Did we check his story about the elevator breaking down?

The maintenance log shows an issue on 19 January.

It was blocked for six hours, so it holds up.

Wait, 19 January?

So we're back to square one.

Apple juice with sparkling water. Whisky, no ice.

By the way, Judge Di Marco is going to charge Matthieu Daumas

for misreporting his accounts.

You were right.

-Congratulations! -Thanks.

I told him you did all the work.

So here's to your first resolved case!

Hardly resolved. We still haven't found Tristan Delvallée's murderer.

That's your colleagues' problem, not ours.

The drinks are on me, I was too dismissive last night,

wrapped up in my own thing...

Oh, by the way. For Private Capital,

the judge has green-lighted phone intercepts. I think we should focus

on the CEO and the board.

Sounds good.

Now who else did we have?

Beaujon...

And the other guy, Lugiez, and Even.

Maybe the financial director too.

I'll send over what I've got...

Nice shot.

-Yes. -Hi.

-Hi.

Are you Ulysse?

I want to ask you about the elevator breakdown on 19 January.

Hey, may I ask what the hell you're doing?

Hello, Morgane.

-I like tennis. -My ass!

You're questioning my witness who has nothing to do with your case.

Either leave right now or I'll call his parents!

I'd better go--

Stay where you are!

OK, so I'm working unofficially.

I know Céline has told you to stay away from this child.

So if I were you, I'd keep mum.

OK. What have you got?

-This. -A bit of paper.

A maintenance report for the 19 January elevator breakdown.

Suspicious activities were noticed that day.

I think this little fellow hacked it.

Only, I don't know why.

Well, I do.

Right, Cupid?

-Actually, I'm late-- -No, stay with us.

So what does she mean?

-I've no idea. -A likely story.

Know how I got you? When I twigged Eva's birthday.

19 January!

Such a coincidence.

It's you who's manipulating everybody.

You knew your pal was stuck on Eva

so you wanted to play Amélie Poulain.

The day of his wife's birthday,

you trap Matthieu in the elevator.

All done! Now, Eva and Tristan can meet.

All it takes is a fake Tinder date to get him into position.

But Tristan isn't very resourceful.

So you help him again.

You cancel Eva's cab

and oblige them to go home together.

Then, your master stroke - the music!

You funnel Eva's favorite song into Tristan's car.

Frankly, bravo!

Before they know it, they're in each other's arms.

Nice one, Mustang23! Good, isn't he?

Is that what happened?

Did you do all that?

He seemed so lonely.

I just wanted to help.

Did Matthieu kill him because of me?

We don't know, that's why we need you,

since you know the Boboobs IT system.

If you were him, how would you avoid CCTV cameras to commit murder?

Morgane, what's wrong with you?

Oh, come on, don't act the innocent!

Do you want to solve this or not?

-OK. -There you go.

Well?

I've got an idea but I need a phone.

No problem.

-Sure no one works here on Saturdays? -Yes.

-Sure? -I'm sure.

Ulysse? We're outside Matthieu's office.

Yoo-hoo!

It's impossible to take the stairs without being filmed.

He must have gone over the showroom guardrail.

-This one? -Yup.

OK, great, let's go! Come on, Karadec.

Should be OK.

Kara, help me. I'm busting a gut here.

-Catch me. -Easy does it.

I've got you.

Now, take the corridor on the left.

The camera there goes off at 8.30 every night to reset itself.

It's exciting!

He goes by at 8.30, that fits. And then?

Into the workshop.

The automatic door opens with a pass.

I'll unlock it.

Karadec... Those are looms.

Not many people know this

but the loom is the ancestor of the printer.

Honestly, Morgane!

I'm just expanding your knowledge! I thought you'd be interested.

We don't have the time!

The staircase leads to a service door.

The exit is filmed.

I see a first-floor window. I bet he went out there.

Got it!

First floor is no trouble. You just need a trash can underneath.

How did he get out? It's a fixed-frame window.

Fixed-frame?

Not according to my plan.

They're all fixed-frame. How did he get out?

Any other way out?

Not without being filmed. Sorry.

Ulysse? Are you OK in there?

I have to go.

Wait, Ulysse, stay with us!

I was sure we had him.

For our final investigation together,

it's a bit of a fiasco.

There's no getting away from it.

No point lying about it.

At least we didn't kill each other!

Your phone.

-Of course. -Shall we go?

Yes.

Wait, Karadec, come back!

What is it?

Did you interview the management assistant?

Yes, why?

Don't touch that!

She has a kid?

Look, she takes her vacations during the school holiday period

for Zone C when we're in Zone B. Very fishy!

Not really, her son lives in Toulouse with his father.

She lost custody when she was in jail.

OK, well... a misplaced hunch.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Except she tried to get her son back.

The judge turned her down.

Why? She missed an appointment two days before the hearing.

Guess when.

19 January! The day the elevator was stuck.

She was stuck here with Matthieu!

Yes!

Go on.

I was desperate for the hearing to go well,

to be given a second chance with my son.

When I missed the appointment, things fell apart.

I realized the elevator breakdown was a hack because of the flowers.

Eva was complaining about Matthieu's attitude.

I didn't twig at first.

When she said he forgot to send her flowers for her birthday,

I knew something was wrong.

I send them every year.

I called the florist to find out why.

He said he had a message canceling my order.

Sent from my email account.

We were all too focused on the extortion to notice.

A message wiped from the voicemail, an amended email,

a blocked elevator...

I made the connection.

I knew the guy had tricked Eva.

Because of him, I lost custody of my son for a second time.

How was I to know it was the kid?

Do you see?

I see you committed a premeditated murder.

You'll be held for homicide.

Well, that's that.

-Will you take over? -OK, ma'am.

Adam, may I have a word?

Of course.

For a first collaboration, that went pretty...

Sit down.

-What the fuck are you doing? -How so?

You couldn't stay out of our investigation.

Your place is here.

Are you the only one who can't see it?

It's complicated, Céline.

I need to protect myself.

From what? Morgane?

Let me guess, something happened between you

and she did you wrong. Big deal!

You'll give up on your vocation because of that?

You knew?

You weren't the first, you won't be the last.

Colleagues sometimes fall for each other.

But you can also act like grownups

and not resign whenever something happens.

This isn't summer camp!

Look...

I've spoken to HR, your position is vacant.

That won't always be the case.

So make your mind up.

OK, I'll think it over.

Come on, guys, we're late!

Chill, we're coming.

Must you yell? That pillow already keeps me awake.

Sorry, Afida, would you rather be in jail?

You want the address? May I remind you...

OK, we'll make an effort.

We'll try to make less noise and you can take Ludo's pillow.

Thanks!

Hey, I heard that!

We're all going to make an effort.

Come on, get a move on!

Mom, this place is like a hotel

for non-paying guests!

-Do you mean me? -Yup.

Plus she used all the hot water!

This karma thing had better be worth it

because I'm at my wits' end!

Oh, it's you.

Hello, Morgane.

I wanted to tell you personally:

I'm coming back to the crime squad.

OK, right.

Céline will be pleased because...

Gilles too.

It means we can make a new start, keeping our distance this time.

OK.

No nocturnal visits, no impromptu calls,

-no dinners, strictly professional! -OK, fine.

Just so you know, I'm pregnant and you might be the father.

What was that?

If she touches my stuff, Mom, I'm gone!

Morgane, wait, I don't understand.

We'll buy you a padlock.

I don't understand.

Translated by Kevin Smith