The Lenglumés’ apartment is only velvet, adorned carpets and soft furnishings. It's a terrible morning, two men fully dressed wake up in the conjugal bed. The night before, they celebrated their reunion at the High School party with a lot of alcohol. They soon hear that a woman was found dead in Lourcine Street. The murderers haven’t been arrested yet. The two men begin to doubt and wonder: and if it was them? Labiche adds to his habitual skilful and caustic critic of the middle-class a detective plot, gripping and acerbic. The misty waking up of the two friends gives the master of vaudeville the opportunity to propose an extravagant study of identity disorders. The characters are plunged into a whirl of misunderstandings, reaching peaks in the absurd. After Feux (Fires) by August Stramm and Adam and Eve by Mikhaïl Boulgakov, the two directors of the Studio Théâtre of Vitry, Daniel Jeanneteau and Marie-Christine Soma, continue their tribulations with the thrilling Street Lourcine case, played by young actors recently qualified from the National Theater of Strasbourg. It’s the first time the two directors really enter the universe of comedy. They retrieve there what is at the centre of their theater: the archaic fear of one’s own ruin, the possibility for anyone to commit the worst. As it happens, if the worst was committed, it’s indeed by the incorrigible Labiche, who pushes here the immoral and hilarious refinements of his writing to its paroxysm.


