Tu peux répéter s'il te plait?

To once again contravene my militant stance against humanity, I have taken more than a cursory interest in the French series, Zone Blanche. (Nursing homes will have to allow their residents some form of streaming, or face anarchy!) I may try my provider's patience by eating up my plug in so I can read the subtitles more clearly. I get maybe 2% of the French, and wasn't positive the female lead was a police officer. The French, being French, had a protest in the pilot, whether about the crime rate or the forest, yours truly isn't sure. I would have to keep rerunning the episodes on my phone to get it all, and may wind up doing that. Much as in Hand of God, being comatose in Villefranche has larger portents, and, entertainment issues aside, this may be a coping mechanism I'd certainly dispense with, and like Madhavan's Danny, pull the plug. We often don't realize how arbitrary we are about life affirming values. I am more intrigued by what's going on in this town than I am with watching American Horror Story. Does this mean I'd really be happier as an ex patriot provincial across the Atlantic? If it meant fewer minorities up my ass? Homogeneity can be a blessing.