HIP (HPI : Haut Potentiel Intellectuel)

Uh your brother's not here?

He's good.

Ah?

I'm sorry, but put yourself in my shoes;

I wake up in an unknown place;

A closed door, I open it;

How was I to know you and your hairy butt were hiding in there?

Hiding? I wasn't hiding, I was taking a shower, Ok?

Usually when we do that, we're naked.

It was you who asked to sleep here.

Asked you ?

The new owner calling the police to remove you, you don't remember?

Your neighbor calling me at 2 a.m. to get you out of trouble, that either?

Henri? -Yes, Henri.

And my ficus?

You know what shape my ficus is in? -Oh, must you shout?

I saw everything! I know what I saw!

Oh yes, yes, I know, I remember your ficus.

It was very pricey and nice.

Morgane,

when you're not home,

one knocks before entering a bathroom!

Yeah, it's Okay, I didn't see much.

Oh, on the other hand,

we know about that mole on your groin.

I think you should see someone about that, it's really big.

Good morning. Ah!

Hello Gilles!

-Give me the picture. -Yeah. Give me the picture.

Yeah. The victim is a man in his 20s,

An Ophelie Belli,

the owner of the house, returned this morning and found the body.

A name?

No. No ID, no mobile.

For now he's a mystery.

Good morning, madame. -Good morning.

Commander. -Hello Stephane.

I'm Cmdr. Karadec. -Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you. Do you know the victim?

No, I was bringing in my bin and I found him there on the ground.

I've never seen him before.

Might he be staying with someone in the neighborhood?

No Gilles, are you going to

sulk forever? -I don't know.

But with your 160 IQ, you'll figure it out in no time.

-What time was it? -I'm not sure, but I was

focused on the trash bin, I didn't look at the time.

Stephane will take your statement.

Thank you, madame. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Thanks.

Quiet area,

no CCTV,

perfect for dumping a body.

Mm hmm.

A violent blow to the back of the head;

Fatal head trauma.

Time of death, tentatively late last night.

Ok, yeah. -The homeowner heard a car

around 3 a.m.

The killer could have left the body around that time.

Now the important question is identification.

Bonnemain, you'll run everything?

Run prints and DNA?

- Yeah. - Thanks.

A good bet that he was a senior executive.

A head-man, someone in finance.

Yeah, makes sense; White shirt, jacket, party clothes,

we're talking your area, eh?

Come on, there's the musculature.

He could be in high-level sports, or a model.

Hello? Any help?

No, nothing's coming, I'm blocked.

Really blocked!

A photo would be better than this B.S.

This is really hard.

-Right, well, no sweat under the arms. -Mm-hmm.

I imagine he gets changed after work.

So these aren't his work clothes. There, I'm out.

But especially since the cuff of the right sleeve is open,

but the left is fastened.

As if he got his wrist stamped at a bar or nightclub.

Nothing there. It's all in your mind.

-Except, it's stamped on his wrist with invisible ink.

Sorry, would you lend me your lamp?

Because I imagine that's what's done now in trendy places, but hey!

To find out you'd have to go out. -Uh, yeah

It's invisible ink that only shows up under blue light.

So if it's not there

Ha!

"ART 59." It's an art gallery.

Yes. I saw him yesterday.

We had a product launch, a new line of luxury bags,

he was the boyfriend of an influencer who often comes to events.

She was showing off because she met him 3 months ago,

He was an airline pilot.

Rich, sexy; Just her type.

Do you have his name? -Him I don't, but

Vera will.

It's just a nickname; "Vera In...

Wonderland." Look.

Ooooh!

Handsome airline pilot!

They seem to get along, eh?

On social networks, yes, but in real life

What makes you say that?

Yesterday, during the party,

I went to get some champagne from the storeroom,

and he entered the room 30 seconds after me.

He pretended to be looking for the toilet, but

it was clear why he was there, if you know what I mean.

Was he the type who'd jump on anything that moves?

He was handsome and he knew it.

The victim's girlfriend is Vera Borgman.

I tried to reach her, but her phone is off.

But I found a video of her and her boyfriend,

from a gallery security camera, I'll send it to you.

Okay.

After that, I lose them.

There was water in the gas tank.

Anything new on the identity of the pilot?

Not yet, but I've sent an alert to

all the airlines that fly into Lille.

We should get a fix on him soon.

Good job, thank you, Daphne.

Thank you!

See you soon.

Let's go, Morgane.

Morgane?

About what happened this morning

We took time to learn

how to work together,

I don't want this incident to ruin everything.

Oh fuck, this isn't happening!

What's the matter?

You're preventing me from thinking, Karadec, that's what's the matter.

Every time I try to concentrate

I see you naked.

Oh, that's just great!

You violated my privacy and you're the one traumatized,

but it's 'my world' being turned upside down!

I have a photographic memory, Karadec; Ok?

I didn't want it. You're embedded in my brain

until the day I die, you know?

It's not my fault you never learned how to knock.

He was color blind!

Karadec, our stiff was colorblind!

Remember his socks? Mismatched;

One had red stripes

and one had green stripes.

A guy who cares so much about his outfit

wouldn't miss that kind of detail.

In the gallery, the signs for

the storeroom and the toilets

were orange and green.

Thus, he didn't follow the gallery owner

to flirt with her in the toilet,

he went to the wrong door,

he mixed up the colors!

He couldn't fly, then; He'd never pass the medical exam.

He was a paper airline pilot.

It was a lie for his girlfriend.

Yeah, he had a grease stain on his pants.

The kind typical of a bicycle derailleur.

And a lot of small change in his pockets,

like he was earning tips all day.

But no, in my opinion he wasn't an airline pilot,

but rather a delivery guy. -For who?

I don't know. But I imagine the napkin he gave his girlfriend

must have come from a restaurant he worked for.

Ah, "blind test"!

What does this smell remind you of? -The sea; Shellfish; Shrimp.

Yes, Karadec, it starts with an "H"

"H", as in? -"Homard."

Yeah! Lobster!

But it doesn't fit at all with their rotten napkin.

This shitty paper doesn't say 'lobster restaurant.'

Yeah, so how about lobster "fast food"?

It's a thing, right?

-It's Marvin. -Last name?

Lacroix. He's my husband's nephew.

I'm sorry.

He worked here? -Yes.

-For a long time? -For...

a year? -Mm-hmm.

He was with my sister in Guadeloupe when she died.

He came here and I took him in.

He wanted a job,

so we took him on as a delivery man.

He's a good guy,

reliable, hardworking

An avocado, and a Cheezy!

Here he was_ I'll take one too!

Excuse me.

I want the one with the orange sauce, there.

-A Cheezy? -That's it. A Cheezy.

It's an opportunity, I want to try it.

We're looking for his girlfriend,

a certain Vera Borgman.

You know her?