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♪ Who took the bomp? ♪

DECEPTACON BY LE TIGRE

♪ Every day and night ♪

♪ I can see your disco disco dick ♪

♪ Is sucking my heart out of my mind ♪

♪ I'm outta time, I'm outta fucking time ♪

♪ I'm a gasoline gut with a Vaseline mind, but ♪

♪ Wanna disco? Wanna see me disco? ♪

♪ Let me hear you depoliticize my rhyme ♪

♪ One, two, three, four ♪

♪ ...See you later ♪

GEORGES: Chacha, you haven't left yet? CHARLIE: Uh no, no! Soon!

Tell me, Poppy... - Hmm?

- Will you lend me this one?

- You won't stain it? - Of course not.

- Go on, my girl. - See you later!

- Yeah.

DEATH OF ALEXANDER MORIARTY WILL DISASTER FOLLOW?

LOÏC: Wow, wow, wow, Ms Holmes! You're beautiful!

- Hello, Charlie! - Hello.

- Classy! Wow!

SAMY: Oh, Charlie, if I may say so, you... are...

- Yes? 'Not bad'? That what you mean?

#LOOKINGFORK-LISTA

- 'Late.' Chris is looking for you, he wants to give you a 'client.'

- Really? CHRIS: Please, don't get upset.

JEAN-YVES: I'm not angry, I'm worried.

I'm trying to explain: it's not normal!

She's disappeared! - Fine. Very well, I'll take a statement,

but I think it'll be useless.

- You are super condescending!

- It's not condescension, Mr Perrault, it's common sense!

Last week we dealt with the disappearance of a 10-year-old girl.

Everyone here was on edge, it was a matter of life and death!

Excuse me, you're talking to me about your 22 year old daughter?

- So, 'she's an adult, so we won't do anything'? Is that it?

- She went out, she stayed out all night!

- No, not Callista! It's not like her, not at all.

But even if she had a party I'd be sure to know,

because I'm also her manager.

- Right. What does your daughter do?

- She's a content creator, an influencer.

- No! Oh! Did you see about Alexander Moriarty?

- Huh? Who's that? - 'Who's that?' Alexander Moriarty?

He's the grandson of James Moriarty, he's the-

- Uh huh... - Sherlock's sworn enemy.

Did you see, or not? - Yeah! But that's water under the bridge.

- ... with regard to her community- - Her what?

- Her community!

- Listen, a disappearance for an adult

becomes 'concerning' after 48 hours.

So I'll take her name and we'll see. Go ahead.

- 'K-Lista Perrault.' - 'Callista...'

- 'K.' 'K-Lista,' that's what she's called on the internet.

- (('K-Lista'))

- All right. CHARLIE!

- Yes!

- Can you accompany the gentleman?

- Oh yes, very well. Where do you live sir?

- No, Charlie, see him out!

- Yes! Well, but with Samy. Will you come with me sir?

Huh? We'll come with you. If I understand correctly,

your daughter still lives with you? - Yes.

- So, Samy and I are going to take a look.

- Right, my colleague will take a look! - There you are—

—in case you missed something.

Uh— Samy? - Thank you.

- Your daughter is beautiful.

Oh my, she looks like Natalie Portman!

Does she wear this kind of outfit all the time?

- Yeah. - Oh! I love it!

So she makes affordable, ready-to-wear versions of stars' clothes?

- Yes, that's her trademark. People love it.

- Your daughter's a real small business owner!

You see? That is the job of women: self-emancipation.

- I didn't say anything.

- Mmm! Have you had your car cleaned recently?

- Yes, yesterday. While my daughter was at the gym.

- I love this smell, it smells clean!

You know why dogs stick their heads out the car window?

Because there are too many smells in the car.

It destabilizes them. And after the gym,

you went home together?

- We went home, the two of us had dinner.

I went to bed a little before her, around 11pm.

This morning she wasn't in the house. - That must have been worrying.

- Not right away, I thought that she had

gone for a run, like every morning.

She loves that. She records all of her statistics.

But when she didn't come back I tried calling

several times, but there was no answer.

- She's posted nothing since then? - No.

- People are starting to worry, there are lots of comments.

What's this? Oh! Oh!

Oh, it vibrates...

- It's a massage cushion. - Ooh...

- A gift from a partner.

- Ah! What. A. Gift. Oh...

Oh! Ah...

Ooh ooh...

- (Charlie? Charlie, Charlie Charlie?)

- Oh, you're not sitting here. You're in the back.

You should be up here. Oh...

Mmm... Mmm mmm mmm!

Unnh...

- We're almost there. - Shame.

- Uh, go through, I'll try to reach my daughter.

PINK RIBBON

- (Charlie, just one little thing:

You're talking a lot. You have to take it down a bit.)

(I know you don't want to talk about it, just please be careful.)

- I was trying to comfort him.

The poor kid. Where's the trophy?

- What trophy? - The Influencer Of The Year trophy.

It's normally there. Look.

And a frame is missing too. Strange, isn't it?

- Oh yes, yes. Strange.

- I couldn't reach her. - Ah.

Excuse me, do you know where these objects have gone?

- I'd say maybe they're in her room. - Hmm.

- The death of her mother must have been hard.

Was it a long time ago?

- Kimiko died five years ago.

- Cancer? - How did you know?

- Your daughter has mail from the Pink Ribbon Association.

She's a donor, right? - (Yes.)

- It's rare, at her age. - Yes,

she even collaborates with them.

She designed a bra,

sales proceeds will be donated to the Breast Cancer Research Association.

- They're beautiful.

We'll do everything to find your daughter.

Can we see her room?

It's like your home here.

Not a gram of dust.

- No trophy, no photo.

What are you doing?

- Well? Isn't it beautiful?

- (You're doing your nails?) - I'm looking for turquoise.

(No, you can't do that, it's super intrusive!)

- I found these flakes of polish in Jean-Yves's car.

He had it cleaned yesterday,

Callista couldn't have left them there last night

coming back from the gym.

Turquoise is the one that's missing.

She took it with her to do a touch-up today.

She's posting non-stop on the social networks all day,

she can't show up with chipped nails.

- Sorry, I don't understand anything about your manicure story.

She took her nail polish, the trophy,

the photo of her and her mother.

It doesn't smell like a kidnapping.

- What are you thinking, voluntary disappearance?

- Elementary, my dear Samy. Mm-hmm.

- Oh! - Oh no! What did you do?

- ((What is that?))

Samy! Samy!

Is that blood?

- Yes. And recent too.

Sir, you'll have to come with us to the station,

we're opening an investigation for a concerning disappearance.

Follow me?

Would you show Mr Perrault to the car? I'll be right there.

- What's happening?

- Cmdr Hervieu, PJ. Who are you?

- Eva, Callista's assistant.

Jean-Yves called me this morning. Didn't she come home?

- No. When was the last time

you spoke to her?

- Last night. I don't know exactly what time anymore.

At 9:15 she told me,

'Don't forget the dry cleaning tomorrow. Good night.'

- Had she argued with anyone recently?

- I don't see who, we spend our days working.

- Does she have friends? A boyfriend?

- No, not really.

She's completely into work, so

her social life is actually her community.

- Does she- does she have any "haters"?

"Haters."

People who write horrible things on social media.

- Yes, "haters." Does she have any "haters"?

- Like everyone else on social media.

- Well, we'd appreciate anything, all right?

- Yes, of course.

- Thanks, Eva.

- Hmm. All right, okay. Yes, your type is...

...fragile things. All right, mmm. - What?

- No, like, 'I smell like almond milk, I'm vegan...'

- Well maybe, no-

- 'I support 20,000 groups, for animals, for baby-'

- Going back on foot, or can I take you? - It's obvious.

- Coming? We going?

CROSSTALK

READY TO CATCH SHELLFISH

- Samy, I just looked at Callista's profile.

It's not the big success we were sold,

she lost a lot of subscribers.

Stop sleeping and call me back.

- Are you okay, honey? - Good morning Poppy.

- Sit down!

We don't eat our breakfast standing up like that!

Huh?

What's up? You look tired. Didn't you sleep?

- There's a young woman who disappeared. - Really?

- Her assistant started a hashtag to find her,

I subscribed to her account.

- A- a- a what?

- A hashtag, Poppy.

A hashtag is, uh, an alert on social networks,

so people keep their eyes open, and report if they see something.

- It's a network of informants, is what it is.

- If you want. - Yeah, that's it.

- Chris thinks the father is a suspect, but I don't believe it.

- Oh?

He seems honest, he really doesn't know where she is.

He's very close to his daughter.

A little like you and me.

Poppy?

- Yes?

- You never talk to me about your father. What was he like?

- Absent.

I tell you, he was obsessed with his investigations.

No, I didn't exist. It was simple,

I have almost no memories of him.

That's how it was.

- That's why you've become a great Poppy hen.

- You're full of it!

- I have to go.

- Careful with the hashtags! - Yes!

- 'Hashtags'! Hashtags.

- We still haven't found Callista's mobile,

it must be turned off.

Her credit card hasn't been used since Sunday.

Charlie, you okay? Want us to talk less loudly?

- I'm on Callista's profile.

The haters are going wild, but nothing suspicious.

I went back six months, I spent the night on it.

- (Did you get any sleep?) - Uh, no.

- Jess? . . .

- What does it look like in the neighborhood?

- Well listen, it's always the same- - Wow wow wow wow wow!

Crazy! See the number of subscribers she's gotten back?

- Hey- hey Charlie, your sociological analysis

of Callista's followers is fascinating,

but do you think we can stay focused for five minutes, please?

Yes? No? - Yes! Yes, yes!

- So; Jess, the canvass please?

- Yeah, so as I was saying, no one saw anything,

or heard anything, as usual.

I spotted the nearest cameras, we'll see.

- No! No, no no no, it's not me, it's the hashtag to find Callista,

it dings all the time. Come on! I can't help it, it's viral, people are on edge.

- Charlie, can you drop that shit and stay with us?

- Yes, boss. - Chris, continue.

You're working the father? - Of course boss, absolutely.

First, it's he who came in to report his daughter's disappearance.

She's attacked in her bathroom, he comes home and

and doesn't notice anything? - An argument that went went badly?

- Yes, for example, but we have nothing to extend his custody.

We still don't have a body.

- Are we sure Callista is dead?

Because the blood we found in the bathroom may not be hers.

- So— uh, Charlie, we got the results of the analysis this morning.

We said so at the start, but you couldn't know, you weren't here.

- All right. Charlie, you take charge of questioning the assistant about the father.

The rest of you know what you have to do:

Move your asses! - Of course, boss.

- Oh my, you'd think we were in a boutique.

I love it!

So,

these brands all send you

all their clothes? - Yes.

- Hmm.

- I take a little milk with my coffee, do you want some too?

- I would, yes, thanks.

- I would too, thank you.

- See? She isn't vegan. - Hmmp.

- Thank you. - Thanks.

- Mmm... Mmmp! Can you tell me a little about Pink Ribbon?

- Mm-hmm.

- I'll let you have a look. - Thank you.

- I think it's great that she does this collaboration against breast cancer.

We were supposed to do a live show yesterday.

- How does she get along with her father?

- All right.

- What is 'all right'? - He flips out over her a lot:

What she eats, what she drinks, who she sees.

He always finds something to complain about.

- 'What she eats'!

- Hmm.

- The poor thing.

How did she respond to that? - She wants to change managers.

Frankly, I can understand it.

- And he knows this?

- No, she's too scared to tell him.

- Chris might be right.

Excuse me, I'll make a quick call.

- Do you often meet people?

In the evenings, or...

- Chris? Huh?

No no no, I'm not calling about the hashtag.

- What? He was losing his income?

He has a very good potential motive.

Jess, check Perrault's bank accounts please. - Okay.

Last month Jean-Yves took

€30,000 from his daughter's professional account,

plus his salary. - He felt sentiments shifting

and he quickly helped himself?

- Good, we've got it.

- She wasn't well known yet, but I was a fan of hers.

So I took my courage in my hands,

and I asked her if she needed an assistant.

- Yeah, nice, I did that too, with a forensic expert I admired,

a specialist in undetected strokes. - And?

- No, he didn't answer me, but...

- Would you have these in a 39?

- Uh... no?

You found some shoe prints, or something like that?

- No, it's for me.

Did Callista already know who her next manager would be?

- Do you have an appointment?

- Yes. - Yes!

Yes, I called with regard to your-

- Oh! The police!

- Yes! That's it!

- (Yes, now I understand.) Follow me!

- Oh my god... Oh!

(Thank you, thank you! Thank you!)

(Know who that is?) - Who? The lady?

- (Huh? No! The baby in the stroller.)

(It's Liam!)

- Who's 'Liam'? - (Oh! Liam the influencer!)

Eight months old, two million followers!

It's Cathy's agency that represents him.

- They represent babies too? - They represent the best.

If you're in this agency you're clearly big.

(Yeah, it's beautiful here. It's beautiful.)

- Cathy Musso will see you. - Thank you, thank you.

"Mmm, don't worry" dumpling, eh?

Kiss-kiss. Meow! - Oh- kiss, meow!

- I'll call you later. - (Oh yeah, okay.)

- You've come about K-lista? She hasn't reappeared?

- No. No no, but we have a clue. You must be really worried.

She was supposed to sign with you? - Oh dear, she came to see me 15 days ago,

I didn't say yes— you can't catch Cathy with vinegar!

- Oh, that's for sure.

- We did a test with her, at 7 pm— I won't tell you the advertiser—

—only 17 orders!

- Oh! - No, they don't trust her brand anymore,

poor thing, she's lost her virality.

- Oh, that's sad, it must've been hard for you to tell advertisers.

- Well, babe, I was careful, I have tact. I told her I'd think about it.

I didn't have the heart to rub it in, I'm not like that.

Besides— Alexis, didn't you see her on your phone,

she was crying, right? - Oh, that!

She was scared shitless. I mean, she was getting dumped.

- Yes, poor thing. - (Horrible!)

Do- do you know her boyfriend? - Uh-uh.

- You don't? - No! No no.

- I asked her who he was— tactfully-

- I don't doubt it. - Let me know if she reappears,

I may have a job for her.

- Didn't you say she was going to be complicated?

- Oh, but that was 15 days ago, keep up!

That's 10 years to an influencer!

Since her disappearance, her

popularity rating has come back like crazy.

Yes, babe? Wait, I'll call you back, if you please.

Can I give you any more information?

I don't remember your name...

- Holmes. Charlie Holmes.

- Like...? - Yes, my great-grandfather, yes.

- Oh, but that's good, that would sell!

Well, why didn't you say so?

That's crazy! Who represents you? - Well,

- You don't- you don't have an agent?

No, because it'd be a shame to keep all this to yourself.

- Uh, all what? - Well, all this, you!

You, you, you, you!

On the other hand, we have to review a little,

your makeup, clothes, hmm?

Will you show her all that? - I'll take care of it.

- You call me soon, huh? Yeah babe?

Yes. Yes...

Your success is for me...

- Holmes? Will we see you?

Here. Keep the card. We'll talk.

Thanks again. Yes. - Thank you. After you.

- In any case, I got good clothing advice

from the great Cathy. - Ah!

- I'm very lucky.

No, it's good, we managed to get information on Callista.

- What are you looking for? - The mysterious boyfriend.

We should be able to find his trail

in Callista's posts. Hold on. Look. Here...

- As usual, we'll meet for Unboxing Monday,

I can't wait, we're finally going to find out what I received,

I'm so excited!

- Did you get that? - 'I'm so excited'?

- Listen. - ...for Unboxing Monday,

I can't wait, we're finally going to-

- Back to the office!

- Oh. All right.

- Mr Perrault, we're gonna start over. I'll ask the question again:

Where is your daughter?

- Fuck, I didn't do anything, okay?

Look for her, instead of persistently questioning me.

- I'll tell you what happened.

Callista realized you were stealing her money.

Yes, she asked you to explain, and you got angry.

- What? Are you insinuating I stole from my daughter?

- Your bank statements. - Ah.

- Rah... - What are those yellow lines?

- I needed quick cash— bad investments.

But it's not theft, dammit, I'll pay her back, obviously.

Of course. What money do you have? - What?

- With what money, since you'll no longer be her agent?

- What?

- Don't play that with me.

You knew she wanted to leave,

that's why you availed yourself of these accounts.

Mr Perrault, what happened during the argument,

did you hurt her?

She got scared and ran away?

Or maybe more serious than that.

- She's my daughter...

I would never hurt her!

- I understand, Mr Perrault.

- No.

- It's true— kids, they can drive us crazy.

We don't want to get angry,

and then we regret it.

- Chris, can I talk to you?

I'm sorry. Yes.

- Let's start again, Mr Perrault.

But, shit! He was going to crack, he was this close!

And you walk in like that? What do you take me for?

- It's okay Chris, no point in making a big deal out of it.

Charlie?

- It was because I have something that could change the interrogation.

- Oh yes? And what is it? A Facebook Live?

A YouTube tutorial?

- Oh, pardon! 'scuse me. - Are you kidding?

- I found this in her office, it's proof

that Callista faked her disappearance.

She received this for her Monday show, Unboxing Monday.

- Can you say it French? You trying to be cute?

- Unboxing is when influencers open their packages live on camera.

Well, this package, it should be closed.

- Great. Solid. Excuse me?

- Unboxing is very structured.

Every click is money.

By opening this package before the due date, she ruined everything.

And why? Because she knew there would be no live show.

She had planned to disappear. - Why would she do that?

- For the "buzz"!

She absolutely wanted to go to Cathy Musso's agency.

That's why she needed more followers. Just by disappearing,

she gained 20,000 followers. That's a lot of sales.

I know it's not Jean-Yves. I'm sure of it.

- So Callista is just crashing somewhere, to raise the stakes?

- Exactly, and she'll soon reappear.

I'd bet my hand on it.

- The guy was running there. - All right.

- I made a mistake!

- But I believed in your hypothesis too.

- I didn't want to see the truth.

I told her father that we'd find her.

She was young, so young!

- Look, Callista's not your fault. We're here to find her killer, okay?

- I thought I could save her.

I'm worthless. Worthless.

- No you're not! Give me- give me your hand. Look.

You're a good cop. Seriously.

Breathe. Right? - ...it will tell you.

- Are you all right?

Okay. Let's go.

CAMUS: Injury to the back of the skull, clotted blood,

apparent cause of death, to be confirmed.

No signs of struggle, nor of being restrained.

- Can you determine time of death?

- Given temperature and rigidity, I would say

between 24 and 48 hours. I'll confirm it for you.

- About the temperature- - Hold on,

questions from interns after the autopsy please.

- Could she have been killed in her bathroom and brought here?

- If the body was moved during the first six hours

before it is completely rigid, yes.

- Okay, it fits, it's the father.

- You all right? - Hmm.

- It's hard, finding a body like that.

Are you holding on?

- That hand...

sticking out of the pile of wood, with turquoise nails...

I have the image, here.

I have two kids, two daughters.

- Phew! It's beautiful, uh, here.

Do you often run here?

- Yes, twice a day,

but with my dog, usually.

- Is he fast? What's his name? - Toothpaste.

- Oh! 'Toothpaste,' that's so cute.

Toothpaste isn't with you? - No.

- Usually he's always with me, he loves it, but this morning

at the trail he started barking like crazy.

So I decided to leave him at home this time.

- Where did you go this morning?

- Uh... I went through there and...

and then I continued straight-

listen, this is easier:

Everything's logged in this app.

Look.

- Thank you.

- Not a word about Callista's death until her father is in custody, all right?

We can't let the media get involved.

- Let's take a walk.

- We're doing what? In this weather?

- Come! - Oh, no...

- "Stop"! I'll be the dog, you're the jogger.

- I'm doing what? You're doing what?

That's not a dog, huh? That's a raptor.

Well, Charlie, will you explain?

- (I'm thinking!)

What did you want to say to the medical examiner before?

- That Callista's mother is Japanese.

Well, that changes everything, because in Japan the

average body temperature is 36°, one degree less than here.

So it can distort the time of death calculation.

- Wait two seconds— you're saying she couldn't have been killed in the bathroom,

is that what you're saying? - Her death may be more recent.

- I was right! She didn't die in the bathroom.

Did you see Callista'a hands? - Yes.

- Yeah. - Every last one was perfect.

So that means she did her touch-up

right after her disappearance.

In the bathroom the turquoise polish was the only one missing, remember?

- Mm-hmm. - It fits! It all fits.

It's a voluntary disappearance. - And someone killed her afterwards?

- Exactly, at 8:45 this morning, Toothpaste time.

- What time? - The jogger's dog.

That's why he barked right at that spot.

- Wait, clean your boots, huh?

But-...

- Mr Perrault,

we've found your daughter's body.

I'm sorry, it's over.

Sir, now you have to tell me what happened.

- It's not him. Boss,

Boss! Boss, boss— we're on the wrong track with Callista.

She was killed while jogging.

- Running without shoes? - The ugly socks,

she'd never wear that kind, except to go running.

- Charlie, we don't care about these theories, the father is about to confess.

I'll remind you, you really messed up, with your 'voluntary disappearance.'

- Do you know what I think?

I think she was killed afterward.

- Charlie, that's enough. It's late,

hmm? Let's go home.

- Ow!

Yah!

- Ah ha. - (Yeah.)

- Poppy, what are you doing here all alone in the dark?

- I was waiting for you. All this arrived today, it's yours.

- Yes, I know! I needed to refresh my wardrobe,

so I ordered myself two or three things.

- Ha! 'Two or three'?

- Wait, I'll show you all of it.

Here, look at this, isn't the pattern beautiful?

- Mm-hmm. - Oh, my my my,

this bag, look at this color,

this color! There are shoes too!

Look how beautiful I'm going to be in all this.

Look, that's not all, there's makeup!

I absolutely have to show you this lipstick, it's beautiful.

- Tell me, Charlie, are you still always taking your treatment?

- Obviously, Poppy. Why are you asking me that question?

By the way Poppy, I need your help with

something bothering me about the investigation.

- I'm rusty, but I can try to help you.

- Well, we know that Callista had a guy, right?

but he's mentioned nowhere on social media, and she's the type of girl

who tells her life story in great detail.

- Well in this case, it's more

what she's hiding that you have to look for.

- ((It's more what she's hiding that we have to look for...))

WHERE IS THIS GYM?

Oh...!

You're a genius. Oh, Poppy my love— oh, I love you!

Mwah!

Yes!

Yes!

Well, I have heels now, you know!

Hello!

Hello, hello, hello!

- Where were you, I waited. I started the meter, you're at €12.

...OW! I love it! It's super fun! Ha!

- Well, you found something about Callista?

- And not just a little. Look.

I give you: Enzo BG.

- Mm-hmm. And who is Jean-Michel Teenager there?

- He's Callista's ex. Actually, Callista's secret ex.

- OK. How did you do it, if he's so secret?

- Because in their posts we see them in the same places at the same time.

Until 15 days ago: the meeting with Cathy Musso.

- Yes... - When she was dropped.

- Why keep him a secret, if he's so perfect?

- Exactly, I'd really like to meet this Enzo BG.

Enzo BG. BG: 'handsome boy.' - Yes, all right.

- Callista.

I can't believe it.

- You were together, right? - Yeah.

We were together for 10 months.

Almost a year, you know?

- Mmm. - Hmm.

- May I know why you,

why you broke up?

- Because she was too... career-focused.

Life isn't just Instagram. - Mmm.

- No, there's TikTok too.

- And, um,

Were you still in touch? - No, not much, but I loved her.

She was too big. - Too big?

- Yeah. In selfies, that is. - Oh! Yes.

She taught me everything. She pushed me.

Without her I wouldn't have had this amazing start.

- Oh, surely not. - No, really.

Oh, well surely, with your body, you...

That's certain, for sure.

- Mmm. - Excuse me, I have to ask: um,

er, what were you doing yesterday morning?

- I was in Dubai.

I just got back here. - In Dubai?

- Well yes, Dubai. Dubai.

- Dubai. Yes, I swear.

- I believe you.

- Look. - Oh yes! You were in Dubai to...

to develop your muscles?

- Huh? No, I was on a shoot. - Oh.

- Well, you can't see very well that I'm in Dubai but,

ask my manager, he'll tell you. - Uh-huh. Oh.

- Charlie? Are we going?

- Later, if you... - Charlie?

Are we going? - Huh? Yes.

Thank you, thank you very much. Bye. Thanks.

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- Want to know where to buy it?

- No, no way.

What?

Yes, well everything is vegan in his place,

but in those lactose-free proteins there are

six molecules that promote impotence— just saying.

- Oh... He's jealous! - What? Not at all!

Not at all! - Okay, he's taking lactose-free protein.

but I don't know if you noticed, there was cow's milk in the kitchen.

- I get the impression he does a little bit of everything, Einstein.

- He does what he does, he has an alibi.

- What do we do, go to the station? - Oh, no.

No, let's go see your crush.

- Who's my crush? - Eva,

the little sneak. - Ah! Are you jealous?

- Me? No. Not at all.

Eva, I- I'm sorry.

Callista was murdered.

- But... what happened to her?

- I can't tell you anything, the investigation is ongoing.

Did you know about her and Enzo?

- I couldn't talk about it.

Her father was a "control freak," he could've ruined her life.

she made me swear not to say anything.

- It's good you're loyal.

What are you doing?

- I have to announce the news. - No, no!

- No, it's confidential!

- No, you don't realize, her community needs to know!

BEST OF THE BEST

Hmm.

- Yes, that's her trademark. People love it.

- She took her nail polish, the trophy, the photo of her and her mother.

It doesn't smell like a kidnapping.

- She wasn't well known yet, but I was a fan of hers.

- I don't know if you noticed,

there was cow's milk in the kitchen.

- No, you don't realize, her community needs to know!

- Samy?

I know who killed Callista.

- I don't believe it, we're being messed with!

- We found a bloody jacket hidden in the trunk of Jean-Yves' car.

- I checked that trunk!

- You didn't get my messages? - What?

- My messages. - What did you say?

- Eva is the culprit. - Yeah?

- Eva put the jacket in the trunk

to implicate Jean-Yves instead of her.

- The assistant? Why would she kill Callista?

- Because she wanted to steal her life. She started by taking her boyfriend.

- 'Boyfriend'? What are you talking about?

- Enzo BG, the influencer.

He was with Callista, now he's dating Eva.

- And how do you know that? - Oh, well, I know

because the first time we saw Eva she smelled like almond milk,

while she drinks cow's milk. There was

cow's milk in Enzo BG's kitchen, but he can't have lactose.

Anyway, now she's created a buzz about Callista's death.

She steals her community, her clothes, her personality.

In short, all this was a plan to become a star.

- You have proof of what you're saying?

- Not yet, but I'm sure- I'm sure- - Uh ha.

- Anyway, if I can go, I want to...

- Yes Camus? - (Did you get my messages?)

- Oh, that's for sure. - (No! I don't understand.)

- (But...) - (No.)

- Okay, thanks.

- The girl was murdered on Tuesday morning.

- Okay, so it can't be her father, since he was here Tuesday morning.

- (Well, no, that's what I was saying.)

- Okay, I'll call the prosecutor, you go see the assistant.

Grab her quietly and bring her back to me, right?

Custody should soften her up a bit. - Okay, I'm going. No—

—you're not used to fieldwork. I'll handle it.

- Your raincoat isn't bad. You look good!

No, it's very flattering. - Thank you, thank you, thank you.

- Charlie Charlie Charlie- - Oh! Excuse me!

- What are you doing?

- I'm going to look for Eva.

And she's smart, she's hiding at Enzo's.

She doesn't know we found out they're together.

- You're going alone? - Yes! No, I need to reach her first.

She'll run if she's scared. Hurry up if you want to come.

- Yes, just let me get a coat. - Oh! No time, no time, no time!

- Yes, Cmdr Hervieu? Yes. It's Samy.

The intern. Yes, that's right.

Uh, it's about Charlie, actually. She just left for Enzo BG's place.

Callista's ex, yes.

No, I couldn't hold her back. I tried, but-

No, she left by bike and I didn't...

I'm here- Hello? Hello?

- Hi! Hello! Police.

I've come as a scout, to avoid a little slip-up.

- A slip-up of what? - Oh. Uh, my boss thinks

that you and Eva killed Callista.

And there are 15 cop cars down there.

If I were you I'd surrender. The judge will be more lenient.

He'll be kinder.

- Eva?

- (Oh.)

- There's no one in the parking lot. Leave us.

- Eva?

Give yourself up. It's better.

- Give myself up? Why?

Oh, because I'm going out with my boss's ex? I didn't want to say.

- So, normally it wouldn't matter, but this was important.

Like the fact that you helped Callista disappear.

- Huh? What?

- Yes, they staged everything—

—Callista left blood in the bathroom to make it look like a crime scene,

to get revenge on her father and escape from him.

And you and Eva hid her here.

- It was his plan! As for the rest, I have nothing to do with it.

- I think it was your idea.

It was perfect to kill her, and clear the path.

- Just stop it!

Hey, what're you doing?

- HA!

You pushed her to go jogging on Tuesday morning.

You lent her sneakers and your phone,

because she loves to see her statistics!

You waited for her on the road, and you killed her!

And this, this, is her route on the morning of her death.

Yeah.

OH!

- AH!

- AH! Unnh... oh! Okay...

- Wait! Stop! Stop, this is ridiculous!

- AH!

- Ah! - Wah!

- Oh!

- Whoa, whoa! Hey! "Stop"!

- You're crazy! Let me go! - Come on, come on.

- Let me go! Let me go! - Calm down!

- Let go! - Crazy!

- Let me go! Let me go! - Calm down, miss.

- Let me go...

- You all right? - Yeah. But she hurt me.

- Fortunately the boss said: 'quietly.'

Mr BG, you okay?

- Chris?

Tell us about Callista.

She wasn't easy, was she?

It must have been hard to work for her, right?

- Okay, you decided to shut her up, right?

That doesn't change anything, because

we have reasons for you to worry.

- I'm sure she was a plague, hmm?

Really, she made you work until 10 pm, midnight, 1 am.

The thankless tasks, all that.

- I'm an assistant. It's the job.

- But, 'assistant' isn't what you dreamed of either.

No, you wanted to be an influencer.

You admired Callista,

and then you quickly understood that she was an empty shell.

You felt like she was using you.

That's hard.

- She never had any idea.

Dressing like a star? That was me.

I told her about it when we met.

She told me that the concept was cool, but that she

didn't have enough subscribers for it to take off.

- So what happened?

- The plan was to make her a star,

then reveal that the idea was mine.

- Except that never happened, and that...

that was unbearable.

It was a betrayal.

- Even when she received her trophy, she didn't have a word for me.

She was nothing without me!

She didn't deserve that trophy. It should have been me in her place.

- Ah! I see we found Callista's phone at the assistant's place.

Anything on the murder weapon? - The trophy.

The pathologist confirms that it matches the injury.

- The shoes?

- To make us think Callista was murdered in the bathroom by Jean-Yves,

they used the dirt from the shoes, that's why Eva retrieved them.

- Boss? The prosecutor is here.

- Oh! - Oh what an honor!

Normally I don't even get a congratulatory phone call.

- Follow me. Would you like tea? A rooibos? Rooibos is healthy,

it gives a little boost; thank you. - How nice.

Cmsnr Billion. - Mr Prosecutor.

Shall I brief you on our conclusions? - You may.

You were in charge of the investigation, right?

- That's me, Cmdr Hervieu. - Well done.

Very good work. The press didn't have time to stick their noses in.

- We're just doing our job, Mr Prosecutor.

- And modest, too.

- Well, our conclusions?

- Come on, hup! No standing around! - I'm going to make some tea.

- Did you see that?

Small compliments between the boys, as always.

I know it's you who did everything.

- In any case, congratulations. You were exceptional.

- Really? - Yes!

- No, really, you were important, without you the case wouldn't have been solved.

This is where we say, 'Yes indeed, she's Sherlock's great-granddaughter.'

- Oh... - Congratulations, Ms Holmes.

- Thank you. Ahem...

- Can I look at your pendant, that you keep-?

Oh, these are the Dancing Men!

- The what? - Yes!

They were a code deciphered by Sherlock.

Each man corresponds to a number or letter. I'll look it up.

Here, look.

- 'The Dancing Men.'

L... E... S...

R...O...

C... H- The Gray Rocks?

- Charlie! - Let's go look for shells!

Ready? You hide, I'll count!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

Are you hiding?

(Alexander Moriarty!)

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