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They change diapers,

bathe their kids, help raise them every day.

Who is this new generation of fathers?

Take a child by the hand…

Crying? Red cheeks? Nappy rash?

Maybe your baby is teething.

Having a child with you

Is all I've been waiting for…

I won't be scared

He's my son, my only love

She shouldn't have left me

-Hello? -Hi, Adam.

The judge will let us reinvestigate Emma Perrin's disappearance.

Where do we start?

License plate AL840WK, blue compact.

Registered in the name of Emma Perrin,

seized in April 2022 when she went missing.

That's the one.

A colleague is coming Can you give her directions?

I think she's here…

-Is she pregnant? -That's right.

Karadec, I had your message.

You're wrong, no one is dead.

Yes.

We're taking over the Emma Perrin case.

-This is her car. -Emma Perrin?

The one we claimed was the victim of a serial killer but actually

Momo had contaminated our crime scene?

Yes…

but I promised the family some answers,

so I'll try to find some.

What a drag!

Let's get to it, then.

Morgane, your gloves.

What's she doing?

She's thinking.

You found the vehicle three days after Emma went missing?

Her husband contacted us

when she failed to arrive at her parents'.

As she's an adult, we waited 48 hours before launching a search.

Then her car was spotted at Arras station,

suggesting a voluntary disappearance.

You're wasting your time, my team has been through that car

with a fine tooth comb.

Anything interesting

would have been found already.

-Good. -Pregnant!

-Excuse me? -Emma Perrin!

She was pregnant when she went missing.

Look what I found.

A receipt dated April 2022.

Check out the special offers:

4 euros 99 off diapers

and 30% off bottle warmers.

-Do you see? -No.

You know supermarkets

spy on us through our loyalty cards?

Really?

Come on, Karadec, they study what we buy

and target us with special offers.

Based on your age, tastes, how regular your bowel movements are…

You know, intimate stuff.

Imagine a 30-year-old woman

who suddenly starts drinking ginger beer instead of white wine,

or buys yoga pants

instead of stocking up on tampons.

You can be sure

that the special offers on her next receipts

will be 30% off diapers or nappy rash cream,

or else a promotion on strollers or baby food.

Because the algorithm says she's expecting!

A baby.

You're not saying anything.

HIP HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

I told Emma's husband we had news.

He's waiting with his in-laws.

Well, yes, I know.

Are you all right? You're all pale.

I remember, Morgane.

Remember what?

That we…?

About time!

I'm not touchy but it was getting to be annoying!

Let me finish, please.

I've been thinking…

The situation isn't ideal…

but…

I want to be there for this child.

My child.

OK.

What?

Nothing, it's just…

This is unexpected, it's great.

But you remember…

it isn't 100% sure that you're the father, right?

-I told you. -What do you mean?

-Not 100% sure? -No!

No, it's more… 33% sure.

A one in three chance.

Actually, a bit less in your case.

According to Théa anyway.

Because you're not so young, plus you wear briefs.

Is this a joke?

You don't know if it's mine?

Don't look at me like that, I said "maybe"!

Maybe! Maybe it's just a figure of speech.

No! Maybe means maybe.

No need to get so worked up. The other two don't care

so if you're into it…

No, I'm not into it!

How can I face my responsibilities

if you don't know who the father is?

Honestly, you're so picky!

Look, skip it. If that's your attitude,

we're off to a bad start.

Skip it. That's exactly what I'll do.

I've prepared a few photos. This is the one I used…

on the posters. It's a good likeness.

Corinne, they have photos.

They didn't come for that.

Sorry about last night

-Have you found something? -Perhaps.

Sorry, Mr Perrin,

but we have reason to believe that Emma was pregnant when she vanished.

Pregnant? Are you sure?

Didn't you know?

No, but we'd been trying for a while.

I need a cigarette.

Excuse me.

Gilles : It isn't what you think…

I had pins and needles,

Afida was helping me!

You knew she was pregnant, didn't you?

You didn't seem surprised to hear.

We had lunch together when she got the results.

How come my colleagues at Arras didn't know?

I wasn't sure the baby was good news.

How so?

Two months before Emma went missing, Leo couldn't get hold of her.

She claimed she'd been with us but she wasn't.

Any idea why Emma would lie to her husband?

No.

But I didn't want to cause any trouble

so I went along with it.

Was she lying when she said she was coming here the night she went missing?

The police were convinced she'd run off with another man.

If I told them all that, they'd have called off the search.

Then Emma didn't reappear.

After that, I couldn't cope.

Don't get the wrong idea!

Now what are you hiding, Emma?

In the months before she disappeared,

Emma claimed she spent five weekends with her parents.

Only she wasn't there. Here's her diary.

So finding out where she spent those weekends

might tell us where she went when she disappeared.

-Any news, Daphne? -Yes and no.

The CCTV footage has been wiped but the day she vanished,

she picked up a hitchhiker at 6:30p.m. here and filled up here.

Then we lose track of her.

You saw my SMS?

About you and Afida?

There is no me-and-Afida!

What you saw was a misunderstanding.

There was a huge spider on the bed, I took my belt off to kill it.

-Are you for real? -Maybe we slept together once

but never again.

I don't care about you and Afida.

Tonight I'll bring CBD massage oil.

So maybe it has happened again

but don't tell anyone or I'll have BIG problems.

-What's big, Gilles? -What?

Morgane! Hey, you're a big girl!

You may be pregnant but you should cut out the snacks!

Seriously?

You can't say that, Gilles!

It's true, I've put a few pounds on

but Gilles has offered to give me his lunch vouchers

so I can have a more balanced diet.

Very nice of him!

Fascinating,

but I'd like us to get on with this investigation.

Hand them over. Come on!

Honestly! Just two or I won't have any left.

Don't be stingy.

-"Big girl"… -I just meant…

Yoo-hoo, it's me!

I did the shopping.

Can someone give me a hand?

Carry on like this and the kid

will have no dad!

You were here?

Where are the others?

Théa went to Martine's. Or Laureen's.

Eliott is in his room and I'm going out.

Dinner with Magali, I mustn't be late!

Magalush?

You mean the ex who ditched you when you messed up your leg,

but wants dinner now you can pee without help?

-Bravo! -Exactly!

We've been messaging each other.

She'll give me another chance as long as you stick to the custody schedule.

Stick to what? What do you mean?

I always stick to the custody schedule.

Not true! Come on.

I'll leave you with Mommy, princess. Take good care of her

and her big, fat lies, OK?

See you tomorrow.

I'll be off.

Wait!

-Just a second. -What? I have to go.

Magali's waiting, I can't stand her up!

Thanks, I'll make it up to you!

You're an absolute diamond, Ludo! Quick!

So why am I here?

I know where she went.

Emma?

The night she disappeared?

Where?

Oh no, I'm not telling you, I know what you're like!

You won't listen to my explanations.

-We don't have time. -Actually, we do.

We have a seven-hour drive ahead of us, so plenty of time.

Seven hours? No way!

Enough, Morgane. Tell me where we're going.

The place where ladybugs have 7 spots.

Mysterious!

Right, here goes.

On Emma's windscreen was…

a bug.

A ladybug, a lovely bright-red model

with seven black spots on its back.

A coccinella septempunc…

ta-ta!

The native model we see here.

Let me explain.

For thousands of years,

this ladybug was the dominant species all over Europe.

Then in the 1980s,

researchers had the brilliant idea of introducing

another ladybug to protect crops:

the Asian ladybug.

Now this one is nuts!

It eats four times as many aphids as the others, and it's totally punk.

They can be orange, yellow, black,

and have as many dots as they like.

Two, four, 29, 36 but never seven.

-Conclusion? -Don't miss the exit.

-Here? -This one here,

quick!

Anyway the researchers thought they could control them

because they couldn't withstand our harsh winters.

Only some started to mutate

and adapt to the cold

and gradually began to colonize the whole of Europe,

driving out our local ladybugs.

Which means that…

if the ladybug on Emma's windscreen

had seven black dots,

she was in a region that isn't overrun.

Since the North, East and Paris regions have been infested,

then I conclude she headed… west!

West? OK.

-Where exactly? -Wait…

We know that Emma gassed up the night she disappeared.

When her car was found, the tank was empty.

Since her bank details show no sign of any toll road payments…

Well, that's weird.

Unless she went to the only part of France

where there are no toll roads!

The land of pancakes and round hats.

Your homeland, Karadec. Brittany!

We're going to Brittany?

Brittany isn't this way.

We should have taken the A84 southbound at Caen.

Now you tell me!

I only just found out.

What a drag! Turn around.

-You distracted me. -Me? You haven't stopped talking!

You know why roads are free in Brittany?

In 1491, King Charles VIII

besieged the city of Rennes

and forced Anne of Brittany to marry him

to get her duchy back.

Anne accepted, she had no choice, on one condition:

once her duchy joined the kingdom of France,

the subjects could continue to move around freely

on its roads. Fuck tolls!

No toll roads! No toll roads!

No toll roads in the whole country!

That said, having looked into it,

it may be more of an urban legend, if you get my drift.

-We're here, pull over. -Where?

Here, park the car!

I found this among Emma's things.

I thought it was a logo at first, but no.

It's a map!

There.

Anyway, she put a cross here.

-So? -So what?

I reckon she was going…

that way.

Nothing here, Morgane.

OK, so I made a mistake.

You mean we drove seven hours and walked 80 minutes for nothing?

Precisely, we'll take a break so I can take a pee.

-Another? -Yes, another!

There's pressure on my bladder in case you hadn't noticed.

Keep walking, you don't have to watch!

Céline?

Morgane's lead has come to nothing…

What the fuck?

-Karadec! Karadec! -Shit, guys!

-Get him down! -That's no boar!

I've got this, Karadec.

Right, get him down!

What's going on?

Get a move on.

Shit!

You OK? Don't move, I'll get you down.

-Easy does it! -We'll get you down.

-Sorry! -Breathe…

Are you OK?

No! Who are you?

Laurent Chesneau, X-treme Tour.

Sorry about the incident.

Major Karadec, Crime Squad.

What the hell is this? Are you poachers?

No, they're my clients. I do training in hostile environments.

They wanted to catch a wild boar on the first day.

They caught a pig!

We're searching for this woman. Does she look familiar?

-OK, lads? -Emma Perrin.

She did courses with us between 2020 and 2022.

27 June… 22 August…

6 March.

The weekends she said she was with her parents.

300 euros to eat acorns with ferns for toilet paper.

Very profitable!

Emma did the toughest courses.

Orientation, bushcraft,

ways to survive nuclear and bacteriological warfare…

-She was serious about it. -Serious?

What with the eco crisis, the war in Ukraine…

She wanted to be ready for anything.

Morgane! Put that down!

-It just went off! -Are you crazy?

-Sorry! -Put it down!

OK… oops!

-You do dangerous stuff. -Implying what?

Any accidents?

That weekend, I had six trainees.

I sent them into the woods, they all came back safely.

We took a photo.

There.

So on 15 April 2022, Emma Perrin…

completed her course. Then what?

We had a drink, then we all went home.

I remember she told us it was her last time,

she was pregnant.

It was touching.

Then she left.

With Adrien.

I haven't seen him since either.

Who's Adrien?

This guy, one of our regulars.

He liked her, he always asked

to be on the same course as her.

You haven't seen him since April 2022?

No, but Kermolen gendarmerie called me a week later,

they were looking for him.

Kermolen isn't far, we should call in.

No time for a detour,

I'll get Daphne to call them.

Not really a detour, it's on your way.

Morgane, we should get back, the traffic will be bad.

Karadec, we're here now. Quit grumbling!

You waste energy on the wrong things.

Hi, anyone home?

Skip it, there's no one here.

-Let's go. -Hey, wait a moment!

Hey, is there any…

Hello. I'm Morgane Alvaro.

Major Karadec, Lille Police.

We're here to ask about Adrien Fournier.

Adrien Fournier? Never heard of him.

-Let me ask my colleagues… -No!

No need to disturb them, we'll call back.

Karadec, you're acting weird.

Did those whelks give you indigestion?

-Morgane! -Karadec?

Wait, are you related to the Colonel?

-Not at all. -Who's the Colonel?

No idea. Could you check Fournier in your database?

Yes.

We have a search warrant on him,

dated 2022, following a report of unlawful content.

He procured a semiautomatic weapon

illegally on the dark web.

Worth the detour!

We didn't find him,

the only address we have is the farm he inherited from his uncle.

-See? It pays to be patient! -Wait…

You don't know Djamila and the Colonel? You're a dead ringer.

Sorry, never heard of them.

But a remote farm

is a good place to hole up. Thanks for your help.

Have a good day, Colonel!

What was that all about?

Dad was a Colonel here. He's retired now.

-Yeah? -Let's go.

Stay right where you are.

Didi?

-They fingered me! -That woman…

She's calling you.

-Who is it? -My mother! Get in the car.

That's your mother?

-Hey, Didi! -Hi, Mom.

We're here for work, I was going to call.

Hello!

Morgane Alvaro, how do you do?

Morgane, my son's girlfriend?

No… no.

We had a fling but I didn't think he'd tell you!

You're mixing her up with Roxane.

This is Morgane, a colleague.

Oh, sorry…

You must be the one who started recently.

Four years ago, actually!

Yes, it's been four years.

Sorry, Mom, must go, we have a lot to do.

We need to get back. Give me the key.

You really look alike!

See you tonight, Didi! You'll tell us about it over dinner.

We're returning to Lille. She has children.

Don't worry, I'll fix something up. See you later!

That's wonderful! See you this evening.

See you, later.

See you this evening, Didi!

Your mom seems great.

Nicer than mine.

Come on, Didi, in you get!

Sure it's this way?

There.

What, this old farm?

The suspect's last known address.

Didi, wait for me!

Little Didi's mommy

is waiting for her big boy at the reception!

-Very funny. -Oh, come on.

Just hilarious.

Anyway, I'm sorry.

That said, we can't go back to Lille on an empty stomach.

Actually, it's nice to meet your parents.

-Yes. -My mother is the nosey type.

This really isn't a good time to accept a dinner invitation.

OK, so it's not a good time.

I repeat: not a good time.

Who are the others?

Others?

I'm guessing that Timothée

is a contender?

Ah, those others.

-So the third… -That's right.

Him!

That's what I thought.

So a one-in-three chance it's mine.

No… no.

Yours is a one in 60 chance.

60!

Where did you pluck that figure from?

Nothing to do with the quality of the interaction!

It's more about…

criteria pertaining to age…

vigor…

and booster doses!

Not now. Let's focus on work.

OK, let's stay focused.

What do you want?

Police!

Put it down. Drop the gun!

Now!

Adrien Fournier?

We're the police.

We have a few questions about Emma Perrin.

She trained with you, on X-treme Tours.

She went missing in April 2022. Like you.

I'm not missing, I'm here.

Well, you're hard to find.

Apparently, she was with you the night she vanished.

Any idea what happened to her?

-No. -No?

That's all you have to say?

What's the radio for?

Don't touch that!

Adrien! Stay calm, everything's fine.

Lower your gun.

I'll do no such thing, this is my place.

Get out, now!

Yes!

OK, stay calm.

Come on, Morgane, we're leaving.

-Right now! -We're backing off.

Mind the step.

-Move it! -We're gone.

Cool! Shall we do it in a cell next time?

Definitely!

Maybe not actually. Too dangerous.

We'll get caught.

Are you ashamed of me? Are you?

-No! -You haven't told anyone.

I haven't had the chance to over the last 48 hours, but I will.

Really?

Ashamed of you? That's crazy!

-I need to go. -OK. By the way,

I left a surprise in your pocket.

So it's a…

Gilles?

Have you got the keys to the evidence room?

The what?

The seals.

Yes, it's me, I've got the keys.

They're…

What?

What's this?

I was about to ask. What is it?

From our missing person.

I took it from the evidence room.

You took the victim's underwear?

As I've got a bit of a cold and didn't have anything, I took this.

Plus it's soft.

Gilles, I have a meeting now

but drop by my office.

We need to have a chat.

With pleasure, Chief.

Affirmative. The suspect is armed.

Don't overreact, Ludo, it's just one night.

Only he insists on getting the local gendarmerie involved

so it's taking ages.

-I'll ask. -Affirmative.

Ludo is wondering why you don't ask the SWAT teams to give you a hand.

This isn't a police state, Morgane!

-Yeah… -Sorry, go ahead.

He doesn't want to.

Don't worry, by 8a.m. tomorrow on the button, we'll be done.

Hello?

OK, they're pulling Fournier in, we can interview him in the morning.

Do your parents have a guest room?

-Excuse me? -You parents, a guest room?

He never mentioned me?

That's odd, I'm really at the heart of investigations.

Morgane Alvaro, with an IQ of 160.

No?

All the nudges? Ring any bells?

-No? -Vaguely.

Do you know what happened with Roxane?

Mom, please.

I hope he was faithful.

At school, he had two girlfriends at once.

Mom, I told you, we split up during the holidays!

It's true, it's hard to say with your son.

Anyway, all the little nudges…

Jean-Pierre, leave the timer alone.

Come and join in. Your son has split up with Roxane!

The oven alarm keeps going off at 3a.m., he's obsessed with fixing it.

Need a hand?

No, it's fine.

I'll call the store tomorrow morning.

Anyway, thanks for having me.

It's lovely to see your son's childhood home.

No, it isn't his childhood home.

We had to move so his brother could have a ground-floor room.

Anyway, I'm going to bed.

Have a nice evening.

Good night.

How about a digestive?

This looks good.

Are you crazy? You know how strong this is?

Oh, Karadec, I just wanted a sip.

He can be so annoying!

So, Morgane…

What exactly do you do in the police?

I'm a consultant.

In police investigations, they call me "the brain"!

Oh, who's that little cutesy?

-Isn't he sweet? -Just adorable!

-What is that? -Photos of you.

Remember how you liked running around half naked?

You weren't one for pants back then!

That's enough.

See how lovely it is?

The Point… I called it that

because of the roof.

The Point?

Our house in Brittany.

Don't you ever go?

Mom asked me to look after my brother.

While I was kissing my girlfriend, he had a bad fall.

Since I've shown you my son from every angle,

maybe I can ask you…

Am I going to be a grandmother?

-Mom, stop that right now. -What?

I'm entitled to know if it's my son's.

We're colleagues!

Oh, come on!

I'll mind my own business.

One last question.

Is it a boy or a girl?

You can't help yourself, can you?

It's a boy.

A little boy!

Morgane?

Wake up.

What time is it?

Ten past six.

The gendarmerie called, we have to go.

What's going on?

Adrien Fournier shot himself in the head.

Forensics say the position of the bullet fits the suicide theory.

The pathologist agrees.

A possible admission of guilt with regard to Emma Perrin.

Yes, Colonel… I mean Major!

You're the image of your father.

And almost as handsome.

Sorry! My mistake.

If we are right,

there must be traces of Emma in this house.

As tenacious as his dad.

-My men will do a search. -Thanks.

Look, there's even a wave scrambler.

Ideal for a zombie apocalypse!

Say the living dead communicate

using 5G, what do you do?

Press this button and they're screwed.

Then they go…

I do a good zombie, right?

What do we have here?

Weirdness detector activated!

Karadec, you're off the scale!

-Very funny. -Come see!

This was under the bed.

-He kept her hair and nails? -Apparently.

We're waiting for DNA results but Emma's family recognize her clothes.

The gendarmes are searching but I think we're looking for a body.

OK, keep me posted.

Send the evidence straight to the lab.

No need to handle it here, I'll explain.

Good luck!

Sit down.

Gilles, I've known you long enough

to hope that your stealing evidence

is just a misunderstanding,

but let me remind you of the rules.

The victims we investigate

are entitled to our respect,

so using their personal effects

in a private, not to mention sexual context

is completely inappropriate!

You do realize that?

Yes, absolutely.

Good,

we'll complete an incident report

and put all this behind us.

Let's say that you inadvertently

removed some sealed evidence…

Not now!

-OK, what do you want? -Signatures.

Now where was I?

Ah yes, sealed evidence.

After our conversation…

you became aware

of the seriousness of your actions

and expressed great regret.

Absolutely, I disrespected the owner of the panties

and regret it deeply.

Good, but no need for details.

There.

Would you like to add anything?

No… well, yes.

The owner of those panties is a beautiful person

who matters a lot to me.

Let's not get carried away, we'll stick to the regrets.

Yes, I regret following the rules when I should have listened to my heart.

When you're in love, you should shout it out loud.

We'll do no such thing, this is a victim,

so let's keep it decent…

No way!

-You've never had fennel tea? -No!

I'll buy you some tomorrow.

Excellent for breast feeding.

Mom, we're leaving tomorrow.

We'll get the DNA test result and head back to Lille.

Le Guen tells me you had the suspect at gunpoint.

Why didn't you grill him then?

He was armed, my colleague's pregnant.

Pass me the bread.

Say, Djamila, how do you manage

with so many cops in the family?

I wasn't a cop, I was a gendarme!

There are similarities, though:

handcuffs, parking tickets, sirens…

My dear lady,

in my day, we didn't rely

on bits of hair to solve cases.

We rolled up our sleeves

and didn't hold any victory parade

before capturing our suspect.

Whose parading?

Especially seeing…

as your gendarme pals took three hours to arrest

some guy who was already dead.

When you're assigned a mission,

you ignore distractions and see it through.

That's what a real man does.

But you never understood that.

Jean-Pierre, stop it!

-Are we still talking about this case? -No.

All right.

The tajine was lovely, Mom. Good night.

No, Adam… wait!

Sofiane has forgiven his brother.

Why can't you?

You're not sleeping?

Neither are you.

I'm starving. Can I nibble something?

Yes, help yourself.

There's fruit.

Chocolate.

Karadec.

You were a kid.

It's not your fault, OK?

The lab has emailed me:

it was Emma Perrin's hair and fingernails at Adrien's.

The gendarmes will take over.

We can go home.

Karadec, would it cheer you up

if we solved this case with some good news?

Morgane, may I ask what we're doing?

Patience, Didi, patience!

Follow me!

Here, give me some light.

There!

So, the average level

of radioactivity in France

is 0.2 microsieverts an hour.

OK?

Except here…

the meter is registering 4.2,

which is Chernobyl levels!

We didn't see any decommissioned reactors, did we?

-No. -So…

The meter is wrong.

No, he's rigged it…

he's rigged it!

Look.

See this?

It's uranium glass,

which is glass that's had uranium diuranate added to it,

making it slightly radioactive.

So what does he do?

He places it…

into the sensor to make his set-up look convincing.

What set-up?

The set-up for which he bought all this gear!

The HDMI drive…

Wave scrambler…

The 100,000-lumen lamp!

Not the stuff you buy in preparation for the collapse of civilization.

To top it all, there's this: the tub of ashes.

He didn't buy it to grow radishes!

See what I mean?

Dammit, I've lost you!

Shame you're not quicker off the mark, Karadec.

-Well, thank you! -Never mind,

give that here and come with me.

Come on!

Let's say you're Emma. OK?

Adrien is putting you up for the night

before your long drive back to your husband.

So you're Emma.

-Here? -Yes, lie down.

-It's a simulation. -I understand.

There.

So Emma is fast asleep when suddenly, in the night,

a siren goes off.

She jumps up and rushes to the window.

And there…

she gets a blinding flash

right in her face!

Thanks to the 100,000-lumen lamp.

She panics and does what?

She rushes into the lounge.

Come on!

There she finds Adrien in front of the TV

watching a government alert message.

He downloaded it off the Internet.

Here, she says something like: "Oh no, I need to call my husband."

I have to call Leo!

Only there's no network.

-No network! -QED…

No signal!

The wave scrambler!

This guy's good.

That's totally crazy.

But the icing on the cake… Come with me.

Now for the high point of the show…

the end of the world!

The end of the world!

A bit lame but you have to imagine it with the big fan

on the roof.

It's the end!

The end of the world!

The end of the world! Oh my God!

What's happening to us?

It's the end, we're all going to die!

Oh no, what's happening?

It's the end of the world!

My God!

OK, to sum up.

Adrien makes her think they're under nuclear attack.

Conditioned by her survival courses, she believes it.

Exactly! So you know what to do after exposure

to a large dose of radiation?

Undress,

cut your hair and nails

to limit contamination and take shelter.

What shelter?

The one beneath our feet.

We just have to find it.

Karadec, look.

What?

Back off, you'll contaminate him!

Don't worry, Emma, we're the police.

It seems deserted but this is where Emma Perrin

was locked underground for two years.

The young woman and child were rescued

thanks to the tenacity of the police.

Ah no, I can't let you spout any old nonsense!

Police? We did all the work!

Sorry but between the cops in Arras who did nothing for two years

and the gendarmes who couldn't be bothered catching the suspect…

Who are you?

Morgane Alvaro, the chick who solved the case.

Lille Police. Let me explain.

It's fascinating!

It all began with a ladybug squashed on a windscreen…

She spent two years down there voluntarily?

Yes, Fournier fell for her and staged the whole thing to keep her close.

Once a month

he put on his "anti-radiation gear" to fetch food.

She was pregnant, he convinced her to stay in a shelter.

Bastard!

Did she suffer any sexual abuse?

Seems not.

She rejected his advances.

No sexual assault, according to her.

At least that's good news.

Bravo, nice work, Adam.

Get that mic off Morgane before she starts a police war!

OK, leave it to me.

Morgane, are you OK?

Yes… yes.

You'll catch cold.

When will you be back?

Soon.

Soon doesn't mean anything.

Well… bye!

I guess Jean-Pierre is grumbling somewhere

about the honor of the gendarmes.

Say goodbye for me.

Here, our boys' old clothes for your child.

They've been stuck in the loft.

Thanks, it's nice of you.

I'll carry them.

If I can help…

in any way, preparing for the baby, just ask.

If you have a child car seat or a bottle warmer, I'm interested.

Only I'd kind of shut up shop, if you get my drift!

About your missing person…

Nice work.

Thanks.

About yesterday…

I didn't mean to…

You know?

It's fine, Dad.

Well, be seeing you.

Be seeing you.

Well…

I'll message you when I know who the father is!

How does that sound?

This is like Ali Baba's cave!

Look at these little bootees!

Hand-made booties, so cute!

And this…

How cute is this?

I can just imagine you in this,

with your little legs sticking out…

Now what's this? A bunny, hand knitted! So sweet.

Seems you were fond of bunnies.

A fuchsia number. Why did you stop wearing fuchsia?

I bet it really suits you.

What's wrong, Morgane?

-What's the matter? -Nothing, I'm just looking.

You're talking more than usual,

maybe to avoid telling me something.

OK.

Adrien didn't kill himself.

How so?

Emma had a scratch on her back.

The 2nd anti-radiation suit in the bunker

had a rip in the exact same spot.

She slipped it on when we turned up at the farm

the first time.

She knew something was up when I messed with the radio.

Little Didi's mommy is waiting for her big boy

at the reception!

OK, so it's not a good time…

Basically…

she killed him.

It's such a pisser.

I mean, she's just spent two years underground.

We can't send her to jail!

So I was thinking…

if you agree…

we'll keep it to ourselves, OK?

What do you reckon?

Sorry, but it's too far-fetched.

I can't agree with you.

Come on, Karadec.

The scratch on the back, the rip in the suit…

- What more do you need? - Too far-fetched!

I get it!

In fact, you believe me

but want to pretend we never discussed it.

-Is that it? -Shut up.

OK. Mum's the word.

Professional confidentiality!

Now what were we talking about?

I forget.

Zip!

I threw the key down a well.

Yes, I understood.

What's happening?

The baby kicked me.

Look, Karadec.

Karadec, no need to put yourself out.

I can still carry a box.

Now I'm here, tell me where to put it.

OK, upstairs, second on the right.

Wait, take this while you're at it.

OK, second on the right.

-Hi, Mom! -Hi!

-Cool interview, it rocked! -You liked it?

Awesome. Take her though, I'm pooped.

You owe me three evenings, it's non-negotiable!

Huh? What evenings?

Ludo, what are you talking about?

Mom, we're out of TP, better buy some.

Good to see you all too!

-Hi, Timothée! -Hello, Ludovic.

Timothée?

Why didn't you say you were pregnant?

-How did you know? -I saw you on TV.

I'm such an idiot. All those cries for help you sent me!

True, you weren't very on the ball!

It went over my head, you mean.

I'll make it up to you.

From now on, I'm here.

Hello, you. I'm your daddy. Yes!

Timothée…

Timothée? That's great.

It's great but… there's more than one of you.

Don't feel you have to…

There are other options… and maybe…

So maybe it isn't…

Sergeant?

-OK? -Hello, Major.

Hi.

Is this a bad time?

David?

Translated by Kevin Smith