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LONDON CALLING

CHARLIE: Oh! See there?

♪

SAMY: Look, Big Ben!

- It's great!

- No! Yours are the same!

It's the same!

♪

- Wait! This is really good.

♪

Samy?

-Very good, great.

- Isn't it English?
- Very English.

- No. Look— That! That's English.

That's English.

"Oh my God!"

CHARLIE: "Baked beans. Bacon.

Sausage. Porridge..."

- "Your sugar, sir."

CHARLIE: Thank you, thank you, thank you.

- "Thank you."

- "You're welcome."

HUNGRY SOUNDS
CHARLIE: Mmmm!

CHARLIE: ((That's good, that.))

Do you know what fried eggs
are called in England?

SAMY: No.

- "Sunny side up."
It's beautiful, isn't it?

- Ugh, the cereal is like glue.

-No ! "Porridge," not cereal.

Smell that. Anything familiar about it?

- It's a "saucisse."

- It's "sausage" already.

Cumin! They put in cumin.

"Wonderful"!
Mmm!

MOBILE VIBRATES

Hmm.

- Are you going to take that?

GEORGES: Yes, Charlie, it's me again.

Please call me back.

- You want to go straight
to your sister's then?

- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

I called her company, "New."

They said she's in Geneva and
will return at the end of the day.

I'll wait downstairs from her offices.

- What are you going to tell her?

- Well, that we're sisters. Well, half-.

-That's all ?
- M-hm.

She'll be surprised.

She just buried her father and-

- Your father.

- If you like. She'll be
super happy to see me.

Want to try this?

Mmm! Good, huh?

- Did you put marmalade on it?
- Yes!

EMPHATICALLY
- Mmm!

In the meantime, we're playing tourists.
- Okay.

- You'll love where we're going first.
- Is it good?

- I booked it especially for you.

- Where're we going?
- I'm not telling you.

- Come on!

- Here we are!

- No!
- Oh yes!

Isn't it crazy?
- Extraordinary.

CHARLIE:
And I found us a tour in French!

DIRECTOR: This way, follow me.

Upon his death,

Sherlock Holmes left
his house to the state.

- Well, on condition that
it remains as he left it.

COOLLY
- Yes. Yes, exactly.

Well, uh, here,

we we are in the famous
living room of Sherlock Holmes.

And there-
- It's the King of Bohemia's doll,

one small feature is
the real pearls in the tiara.

- Do you want to give
the tour instead of the gentleman?

- I could—

—nothing against you, I'm a bit of a fan.
CHARLIE: Ahem.

- What's more, we're in the presence
of Sherlock Holmes's great-granddaughter!

DIRECTOR: Yeah yeah yeah, right.

- Yes, that's right. You don't believe me?

Yeah, come come come,
hold on, I'll show you.

"Yeah yeah yeah,"
yes yes yes.

Uh, there's the profile— stand here.

Raise your head. There you go.
Isn't there something there?

WOMAN:
Yes, she looks like him!

- Yes, you can imagine her
with the pipe and the hat, but...

No, you were saying?
- What is your name?

- Holmes, I just said. Heh.

- Charlie.
- Holmes.

- Charlie Holmes? Really?
- Yeah!

- Show him your ID.
- No...

- Yes yes yes yes yes!
We're here, go ahead.

- Oh yes!
It's incredible!

EXCITED CROSSTALK

- It can't be! It can't be!

WOMAN: Are you Betty Sheraton?

BETTY: Yes!
MURMURING

- (Who is she?)

- 'Who is she'?
- Yeah.

- Betty Sheraton? Who is she?

TRACY

- Oh wait, let me guess:
The head tilt,

gestures, attitude, coyness...

Is she an actress?
SAMY: Well, yes.

CHARLIE:
French and English fans.

She's in an international
series, am I wrong?

- "Oxford Palace." You don't watch it?

- Ladies, gentlemen, we'll
continue the tour. Ms Sheraton?

Excuse me.
- (Pardon.)

- Upstairs you will see
Dr. Watson's room.

- Mr Sheraton, reporters
are waiting at the exit

for her to announce that she will appear
in the next Sherlock Holmes movie.

- Terrific.

JOSEPH

DIRECTOR:
This is the room of the faithful Dr Watson!

SAMY:
It is true that we can see the impact

of the bullet that almost killed him?
- Yes, absolutely!

BIG BEN CHIMES
IN DISTANCE

SNIFFS

SNIFFS

CLICKING

BEDSPRINGS CREAK

SOUND OF BREATHING

. . .

. . .

BREATHING SPEEDS UP

. . .

CHARLIE: Oww!
TRACY: Don't come any closer!

CHARLIE: Aren't you the actress's daughter?
- ((Yes.))

- What are you doing here?
- Tell me it's not you.

- Me what?
- Who, me? What?

- Listen, you're shaking, I'll

look for your parents.
- No, they mustn't find me.

- Um...

Okay, I'll get you out of here.
There's a door at the back.

((Come!))

TRACY: I know it's completely
crazy, but my sister warned me.

She told me that
people want to hurt me.

- Why do you say it's 'completely crazy'?

- Because she died.

I swear to you.

Before you came in,
I was alone in that room,

and I heard my sister.

- All right.

Well, after all, the dead
also have the right to

care about their loved ones.

And what did she say, exactly?

- She told me someone wanted to kill me,

and that I had to leave
as soon as possible.

- And then?

- I heard footsteps and I hid.

I was very scared.

- Why don't you want
to talk to your parents?

- They won't believe me,
and it would freak them out

that I talk to my sister.
SAMY: Charlie?

- Why did you leave like that?
- Didn't you get my text?

- Yes! 'Meet at the hotel,'
but that's a bit light.

Plus, there's panic at the museum,
Betty Sheraton's daughter-

Your parents are
looking for you everywhere,

they think you were kidnapped.

- She's okay. Listen,
I wanted her to feel safe.

I know what you're going to say, but...

She told me her dead sister
warned her of a threat.

- Her dead sister?
- Yes.

- Her parents are imagining the
worst, and we found scissors with blood.

- Don't panic, everything's fine.

- Stop your bullshit right now,

we're taking her back
to her parents! Okay?

Tracy, would you mind calling
your parents? They're worried sick.

Say we're bringing you back.

- My sister told me not to go home.

- (Her sister told her not to go home.)
- I know, I heard, I'm here.

- You'll be safe at home.

I want to be clear about
this. I'm from the police,

I won't let you down.
Nothing will happen to you.

- Okay.

BETTY:
Thank you! Thank you, a thousand times!

We were very scared.

- She's fine, that's the main
thing. Come on, go in, You're-

- He's right. Come in.

Welcome.

- (Oh!)

ROSE

- Our eldest, Emma.

She left us 3 years ago.

- Rose, we'll have tea outside.

- Our guests may prefer
something else, a Mauresque?*
* PASTIS-ALMOND COCKTAIL

- Oh, well, with pleasure!
It's a change from tea.

- For once I have compatriot at home!

BOTTLES CLINK

BETTY:
It's a shame you don't know more

about your great-grandfather.

That would've been interesting for my role.

- May I go to my room?

I don't feel very well.

- Are you still nauseous?
- You want me to come with you honey?

- No, no, it's okay, I just
need to lie down for a bit.

See you later?

- 'Later.

- It's been going on for months.

- If you want, we can
discuss it, I'm a doctor.

- If you want...

BETTY:
She went through so much with her sister.

No one's been able to find what she has.

- I don't want to alarm you more, but

when we were together she

confided to me that
someone wants to kill her.

- She didn't!

It's a nightmare, it's starting again.

- We experienced the same
thing with Emma. She was sick.

Like Tracy, we never knew what it was.

She fell into paranoia
and delusion of persecution.

She degenerated very quickly
and we couldn't do anything.

- On her 18th birthday,

she committed suicide.

- How old is Tracy?

- She'll turn 18 the day after tomorrow.

SAMY: So, to summarize:
nausea, dizziness, palpitations.

Have you ever heard voices?

TRACY: No. She's not
in my head, I'm not crazy.

- That's not what he meant.

We'd like to understand.

Then we can help you, hmm?

It's going to be fine.

You have my number, just in case. Call me.

- All right.

CHARLIE:
In the meantime, don't go out, hmm?

- (Okay.)

CHARLIE: Oh! Please! Sir!

- Yes! Very nice.

- We'll find another one.

So, your diagnosis?
- I think she's physicalizing her fear.

Her sister died at 18,
Tracy is about to celebrating hers.

Of course, she feels guilty.
It's survivor syndrome.

Oh— PLEASE!

- Taxi!
- Please!

BOTH: Please!

- "Stop," please!

CHARLIE: I don't agree.

You saw the photos in her room.

They show her climbing,
skating, and mountaineering.

- Mmm...
- She seemed to have a very full life.

Well, until now.
MOBILE RINGS

- Is it your grandfather?

- No, it's Billon, but my grandfather
does want to talk to me—

—hey, I can still argue with
whoever I want, huh? Or not?

HE LAUGHS

- Ah, excuse me.
- Oh! Pink! That'll do.

- Oh! Hup...
- I love it.

- There!

GERMAN
CABBIE: Good morning, sir!

ENGLISH
- "Hello!"
- "Aye."

- "Hi!"

- 2 pm, we can still
catch the Tower of
London tour in French.

- Yes— well, no. No no,

I meant to tell you, I have
choir rehearsal, on video,

I've already missed two.

But have fun— oh! Sorry, excuse me!
SAMY: Oh shit...

Uh, I'm going back to the hotel, okay?
- Are you messing with me?

You and George aren't speaking.

- Uh— "Sir? Tower of London."

BAD COCKNEY ACCENT
- "No problem, madame."

- See you tonight, have a good time!

All right!

KNOCKING

CHARLIE SNACKING

KNOCKING

Yeah?
DOOR OPENS

- So? How did it go?
- And your rehearsal?

DOOR CLOSES
- Okay, that was a rotten excuse.

CRUNCHES
But, look what I stumbled upon.

CHARLIE HOLMES IN LONDON.
SHE'S AS BRILLIANT AS SHERLOCK.

- Yeah? You're a famous
descendant, what's the problem?

- Oh my! Are you sulking?

- No! Not at all,
it's just that the taxi—

—you know, the one I took by myself—

He spoke to me in German the whole way.

because I have a rotten accent.

But everything's fine.
- Sorry, sorry, sorry Samy,

but I really had to do some research.

If anything happened to Tracy after
asking for my help I couldn't bear it.

- And all this is about Tracy?

- No, about his sister.

- What did you find?

- Before her suicide, she was

admitted to a health facility.
Very discreet.

- Well, you have to find
her medical records.

- Yes, obviously. The problem is,

the name of this rest home to the "stars"

was not leaked anywhere. But,

I texted Tracy, and she told me

she remembered a large two-story building

less than 2 hours from London.

- Ha, well that's vague.
We'll never find it.

LAUGHS

Is that screwed up, or what?

No.

You found it? You found it.
- Mm-hmm.

Look. She sent me
this photo, it was taken there.

Given the width of the Thames

and the vegetation,
it's upstream from London.

And given the direction of the
current, it must be the south bank.

So, I looked for an isolated building,

with private parking, that is
neither a hotel or a restaurant.

And so I present to you: "Whitecliff Mansion."

SAMY: Okay!

It was founded by a Frenchman,
and is very popular among expats.

- Well done, Miss Holmes! What's the plan?

- I make a call, and then we go.
SIGH

MOBILE VIBRATES
CHRIS: Oh, my dear Charlock!

To what do I owe the honor of your call?

- Um... I have a little question.

In theory, abroad,

say in England, what would be the

official procedure for-
- Wait, hold on, stop right there.

You're not on duty, all right?

- Mm-hmm. Okay. But
that's why I say 'in theory'—

—if I wanted to, I don't know,
visit a health facility, and say

'Hi, I'm from the police'...
- No no! Hey Charlie,

you're a fucking tourist, all right?

I dunno, go take in a musical,
take selfies at Madame Tussauds,

some good fish and chips, and
take the Eurostar back, understand?

FLORENCE: Charlie, I've been trying

to reach you since
yesterday. What're you up to?

- Oh, boss, how are you?

Nice to talk to you!

Uh, there isn't very good
reception where we are-

FAKES BAD SIGNAL

- Are you kidding me?
DROPPED CALL

- Going through a tunnel,
works every time.

Uh... In the meantime, let's go shopping.

Are you ready to
play the role of your life?

- What are you saying?

HINGES CREAK

(Psst! Why is my costume a bag?

- (You already look like a doctor.)
- (What?)

FRENCH ACCENT
MAN: "Fifteen, tops. Just waiting

for James to come back from his break."
- (What does that mean?)

FRONT DOOR OPENS

HINGES CREAK

. . .

DOOR CLOSES

KNOCKS

- "Hi!"
HAZEL: "Hi."

- "I'm Miss Leroy. This is-"
- I speak French.

Like pretty much everyone here.

- "Oh. Lovely."

So, let me introduce Dr Vatel.

Dr Vatel is the new Sheraton family doctor.

- How do you do.
- Hazel Spencer, how can I help you?

SAMY: Do you know...uh...
about Tracy Sheraton,

the youngest daughter, it seems
her condition is quite worrying.

Since, considering the
fact that her sister Emma

was in somewhat the same state-

- Emma Sheraton.
- Emma Sheraton, quite.

I think she was admitted here 3 years ago?

- I wasn't here yet,
but yes, I've heard about it.

- Are any staff members
from that time still here?

- Uh... yes.
James.

And then there's also Kyle,

the nurses, and Fanny Rigold,

the physiotherapist.
- Would it be possible

to consult Emma's file?
- No, that won't be possible.

Patient files are not
accessible, not even by family.

- That's annoying.
- Yes, it's a shame, a shame, yes.

Because the great Dr Vatel has
come expressly from France.

- I suggest that maybe
you make a written request.

- No...
- Yes! Yes yes, "wonderful, wonderful."

PRETEND PLACATING
Yes, it's all okay.

Let's get a move on.
Thank you, thank you,

thank you, "thank you."
HAZEL: Goodbye.

FOOTSTEPS

- It's a shame, I was starting
to get into the role and all that.

What's plan B? Is the goal to see
the physiotherapist, Fanny... Rigold?

- Yes, uh, do what you want,

I'm going to talk to James.

- Well, wait for me!

Okay, how do we find your James?

- He's on his break.

I heard his colleague
say so on the phone earlier—

- Fifteen, tops. Just waiting
for James to come back from his break.

- And he returns to work in exactly...

Oh my, 9 minutes.
Let's hurry.

Here we go.
The break room. Yes, sir.

Hmm!

- Mm-hmm,
mm-hmm.

- James?

- It was fine, there was
nice energy, an intention.

But it can't work every time.

- James?

JAMES: "Yes?"
- Huh?

James! Yes, uh...

Hazel Spencer told
us to come and see you.

- What can I do for you?

Emma had everything,
hematology, doses of hormones.

MRI scans too.
Everything.

- What did my colleagues say?

- Nothing. It was beyond them.

- Did she see a psychologist?

- Yes, uh... Dr Wyman.

- Okay.

Was she diagnosed with
delusions of persecution?

- Uh... you could
ask him, but he retired.

- Very well.
Make a note: Wyman.

Please.

Thank you.

- And, uh... Emma?

You liked her, it shows.
- Ah, she was a great girl.

CHARLIE: And then, you were young.

It's not really a hospital here—
—I mean, there aren't any...

...deaths don't happen
every day. It must have

left an impression on you.

- Well, it's mainly because I was
there when she jumped.

CHARLIE: How did it happen?

- I was taking my break on the riverbank.

She went to the bridge.

I can still remember looking up and
watching her body fall into the water.

The current was strong.
We couldn't do anything.

My break is over.
- Of course, sorry.

- Thanks for everything.
- Oh! I'm clumsy!

JOSTLES LOCKER

CHARLIE: Thank you.

- (I have to go.)
- Goodbye.

- Move!

Samy!

Say?

Did you notice his reaction
when we talked about Emma?

I think he was in love!

- Really? What did you see?
SHE SCOFFS

- His pupils, how he swallowed,

the way he fiddled with his wedding ring.

He felt guilty about his wife.

- Oh yeah?

- I can immediately sense
this kind of thing. Ah!

- And why did you
drop your notebook...

Oh no! Did you take
something from his locker?

His pass? What's the point in that?

- To come back and get Emma's file.
Tonight- (uh, tonight.)

Oh, ah, we're cutting it close,

I'm afraid I'll miss April.

She's the main reason we came.

SAMY:
Hey, were you serious when you said

you could detect when people are in love?

CHARLIE: Well yes. Can't you?

- Yes, yes, of course,
same with me. Yes yes...

'Hi.'

'Hi, I'm your sister.'

(No, not 'hi.') 'Hello.'
'Hello, I'm your sister.'

MOBILE VIBRATES

(Not now.)

'Hello. I'm Charlie Holmes.'
'Charlie.'

'I'm your sister.'

('I'm your sister.')
'Um... Half sister!'

CHARLIE: Hello?

Hello, I- I'm Charlie.

Holmes.

Uh...

Uh, so, I know our families aren't...

on good terms, enemies even,
heh heh... but,

This is for you. Here. Here.

Uh, your father had
a love affair with my mother.

The fact is, we have the same father.

That means we're half sisters. Um...

I don't know about you, well, but me,

I always dreamed of having a
sister, it's great, it's nice. Here!

APRIL:
My father has been dead for 2 weeks.

And you announce with flowers
that he has a bastard?

I don't know if you're crazy,
a mythomaniac, or retarded,

but don't come near me ever again.

EMOTIONALLY
- Wow.

SHE SOBS
I scared her.

I scared her. I did it wrong.

CRIES

Besides, you told me,

I really am the queen of idiots.

- No! Not an idiot.
You were a little impulsive-

- Impulsive?

I have no other family,

and they all betray me!

SHE CRIES QUIETLY
- Oh... you should, uh...

Don't you think you should
go back to taking your medication?

- No!
- You really need them.

- No!
- ((Wait, wait... calm down.))

April, April April— so what, who cares?

She doesn't know what she's losing.

- Oh...

That's sweet.

That's... But you, you're nice.

You're nice.

((You're nice.))
SNIFFLES

- (What do you want to do?)

Do you want to eat Indian in Soho?
- No.

- Do you want to go back to
the thrift store in Camden?

CHARLIE: No.

- What would make you happy?

- Helping Tracy.

- Well... Then we'll go help Tracy.

LANYARD SNAPS BACK

- Thank you, Samy.
I already feel a little better.

LOCK BEEPS

- (Come on! Watch it!)

- (Wait! Do you feel better now?)

- Definitely. Don't you?
It's super exciting, I love it!

REJECTION BEEPS

- (The other way!)
- (Oh, yes!)

GASPS
Oh!

(Who is it?) - (It's a little old lady,

if you don't move, she won't move.)

- Ssssh!

CARER: Miss Wood!

Miss Wood!

"Come on princess,
time to go back to bed."

LOCK BEEPS

SAMY: (Yes!)

SAMY: (I can't see anything!)
CHARLIE: ( I know, hold on.)

- (Okay.)

- (How are we going
to find Emma's file?

(It could be anywhere.)
- (It's in there.)

- (Why there?)

- (When we talked about it,
she looked at the desk.)

- Would it be possible
to consult Emma's file?

- No, that won't be possible.

- Well great.

- Now we have to find the key.

I'll look there.

MOBILE VIBRATES

- (Who is it?)
- (Hold on.)

VIDEO CALL
- (Tracy? Tracy, are you all right?)

- I just received a Snap,
an unknown number.

It says I'm in danger and
I have to get out of the house.

- Wait wait wait, calm down,
listen to me carefully.

Breathe.

SOBS

Breathe.

Breathe. Now, calmly explain

to me what's happening.
- I can't stay here.

METAL CLINKS, SHE SHUSHES
I have to go now, where are you?

- ((I didn't mean to!))

- What? No no no no, you're
not going anywhere tonight,

all right?
You stay home, in your room,

it's for your safety. And we promise

we'll be there first thing tomorrow. Okay?

- First thing?

- Yes. I promise.

Go on, promise her.

Yes, I swear, I swear, we'll be there.
- All right?

See you tomorrow, Tracy.
CALL END TONE

SNIFFLES, SOBS

CHARLIE SIGHS

(No!) Where's the key?

TRIUMPHANTLY
- Hey hey hey!

- (Oh! Oh, you're
a genius! Come on.)

(Okay...)

LOCK CLICKS
DRAWER OPENS

CHARLIE: ((Sheraton, Sheraton...))

LITTLE GASP
(There! There!)

- (Yes! "Yes"! Go on, go ahead.)

(Yes, we've got it.)
- (Yes yes.)

- (Wait, let's split it up.)
- (All right.)

(I take the analysis— no,
you take the analysis—

—no, I take the analysis,
you take the autopsy.)

- (Give me the- the- autopsy.)
- (Here, here.)

SAMY: (This doesn't make sense.)

(Her symptoms were being
regulated. Everything was better.)

(Why would she commit suicide?

- (The shrink also talks
about an improvement...

...oh no no, listen, listen:

'More self-degradation and morbid thoughts,

suicidal impulses.')

- (Does it explain why?)

- (No, there's something wrong here.)

(There's the same
grammatical error 3 times,

as if the psychologist
hadn't written it before.)

(It's fake.)

- (But why do that?)

- (So a suicide would be accepted.)

- (But Emma was seen jumping—

—no... no, they saw her fall.)

(No one actually saw her jump.)

- (Samy...

...she was pushed.)

(It was murder!)

We contacted the psychologist.
He never wrote this report.

CHRIS: Guys, come help me! Jules!

Put down the console,
it's messing up your head.

- Psychologist?

- Chris, someone killed
Emma and made her death

look like suicide.
SAMY: Since she had psychiatric disorders,

the police didn't dig any deeper.
- Boys! Did you

did you hear what I said? Come help!
- Chris?

The killer is after the little sister now.

Have you ever had something like this?

- Charlie, you have
to see the police there,

all right? I can't do anything.

- I know, but I promised to help her,

and I know that you're good, huh?

- I'm in a hurry.
I'm sorry, I can't help you,

Well I'm warning you, paintball night is off!

I'm counting to 3!
Yes, it is blackmail!

DISCONNECT TONES
- Hello?

Well, he hung up.

Well, okay. Two sisters, one enemy.

Tell me what you're thinking,
without overthinking.

- Uh... a cousin who hated them?

TEXT ALERT

- It's Chris. Hold on.

'The Carlier case, 1998.
Harassment of the family's 3 daughters.'

'The parents paid for it.'

Chris is very nice.

- Yes, he's 'okay.'

ENGLISH
"Don't mess with
me! You told

the press about
Tracy's birthday."

FRENCH
- Do you think someone's going
after her daughters to hurt her?

- She's a diva, capricious and
well known. Fame attract crazies.

- "We can't have that, you know that."

"I hate those plastic flowers, I want

big flowers, it's a
big reception for Tracy,

CHARLIE: Hello.

so I don't understand
why you have this

little tiny thing all the time."

CHARLIE: Hello Tracy.
TRACY: Hello.

- "Alistair, how many times
do I have to tell you,

I don't like that plant?"

"I already told you, it's way too small,

we need a much bigger one.
I mean, it's ugly!"

"I mean it's like you
don't even understand-"

- Did you discover something?

- We're making progress,
we're making progress.

ENGLISH
"Sorry! Excuse me!"

FRENCH
CHARLIE: Good morning.

'Rose,' right?

- Yes.

- Have you worked here a long time, Rose?

- Twelve years, "madame."

- "-moiselle. Mademoiselle" Holmes.

And do you like working here?

Because—

(—she looks difficult.)
Do you tell any friends?

- If Madame has trusted me for 12 years,
it's because she knows I'm discreet.

- Of course.

Listen, if I'm asking you this
it's to help Tracy, it's important.

- No. They've suffered too
much from the tabloids,

I don't say anything to anyone.

- I'm not a reporter, huh?
You can talk to me.

- Madam.

MUTTERS

ENGLISH
- "Hello."
WOMAN: " 'morning! Hello!"

FRENCH
- (I'll be surprised if this works.)

- Are you kidding? I was
credible on the phone.

- Mmm? Sorry.
- You'll see, she'll come.

- She'll have things to tell us.

Here, I'll bet you...
"scones, shortcake,

crumble, pudding, banoffee,"
the "lemon curd" crumble,

- All that? Oh my
god, too much.

..."fudge-"

Wait!

SHE HUFFS

GASPS

((Look, I told you.))

- Sorry, I'm waiting for someone.

- "Oh! You mean Susan Wells,"

the "journalist"? Sorry, she's
not coming, I'm replacing her.

- It was a trap.

Anyway, I have no intention of
answering your questions.

- Mm-hmm. That's why you came.

- We need to clear things up, yes.

- You sell information to the tabloids?

So you afford to pay for your shoes—

—Charros, the latest collection,

shoes worth over
1,000 euros. I've seen you

wearing two different pairs.

- Mrs Sheraton gives them
to me when she gets tired of them.

TSKS
- No no. You're not the same size.

- And they're not quite Ms Sherton's style.

- When we brought Tracy back yesterday,

the info leaked in a half hour.

It could've only come from you.

- OK.

What do you want?

ROSE:
Why, obviously Ms Sheraton has enemies.

But there are plenty
who pretend to be her friends...

- "Lovely! Lovely."
SAMY: Like it?

- ...To get a job,

a place in private school,

to be invited to where they need to be.

She's influential.

- Who are these people?

- Who do you think?
Everyone. The list is long.

- No problem, we're not in a hurry.

- Enrico Marzi, a director.

Vivienne Steinfeld, curator.

Pierre Mensard, an actor.

- Pierre Mensard!
Tell me about him.

- He was 'Sylvan' on "Oxford Palace."
I loved him. Why didn't he stay?

He disappeared in a
strange ball pit accident,

we didn't see him again.

- He was fired, it was Betty-
UTENSILS CLINK

- Excuse me.
- ...she had taken a dislike to him.

Then the series became a hit.

- So, Betty Sheraton ruined
Pierre Mensard's career?

- Yes.
- Hmm!

Interesting. Thank you,

thanks for all the
information, thanks.

- Can I go?
CHARLIE: Yes.

Do you want a little of...?

- "No, thank you."
CHARLIE: (No?)

- Why did you get stuck on Pierre Mensard?

- Because I saw his name
in a file at Whitecliff Mansion.

He was hospitalized at
the same time as Emma.

So it was easy to kill her
and make it look like a suicide.

Mr Mensard?

Yes, Betty Sheraton got
him fired from "Oxford Palace"

before he even started.
He didn't understand it.

PIERRE: Oh yes, I didn't understand either.

- She hasn't lost her touch—
she did the same to me.

- Oh, what a piece of garbage!

My husband is very
depressed— huh, honey?

- Yes, I'm depressed. Yes, of course.
- "Excuse me."

- Follow me.

Rest assured, there'll be
'\other opportunities. You're young.

- In fact, he's had two or three auditions.
My husband has talent!

SAMY: Oh...! No!
- Oh, you are!

- I'm not much!
- Samy, show him!

Do your monologue!
- My monologue?

- See what Betty Sheraton's done? Ha.

He doesn't dare anymore, the poor guy,

she clipped his wings.

You don't still blame her, do you?
- Oh, not anymore.

I like the theater, the
contact with the public.

I wouldn't change it
for anything in the world.

- Still, it must have been hard.

You would've been depressed.
- I was.

- I remember! And in fact, you
went to the same nursing home

as her daughter Emma.
- How do you know?

- Oh— because everyone knows, because

we heard about her death. And besides...

It seems that it was not a suicide.

- What is this all about?

- It seems that someone
pushed her from the bridge.

- No, impossible.

Do you really have to say such things?
- It's not just us.

You must have hated the girl
as much as her mother, it's okay.

- No, not at all, she was
my friend. You don't believe me?

Look.

- Is that the watercolor
I saw in your dressing room?

- She gave it to me
the day before she died.

Look on the back.

- 'I will always be there.'

- If only I had known at the time.

It was her goodbye.

She planned to kill herself.

KNOCKING

- "'Hello"!

"Thank you."
- "You're welcome."

"Good night."
- "You're welcome."

Whew.

CHARLIE: Oh!

This is such a cool idea!
SHE CHUCKLES

- How are you?
That did you good then?

- Yeah— well... Yes and no.

I just can't get April out of my head.

I'm obsessed.

- Have you thought about her,
do you want to talk about it?

- No. I know you don't like her.

- Yes, but you've seen her
newspapers, the level they're at.

CHORTLING
After all, we're talking about Moriartys.

Ah, or a Moriarty. We know them, huh?

- You said it, it's the gutter press.

I guess I don't have a sister.

- What do you think of
a little “Oxford Palace” evening?

- Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes,

all right!
- Cool— ahem.

- Cool— ahem.

- Ah— what're you doing?

- No, uh, it's because... your robe
opened all of a sudden, I didn't want to-

- Oh! Oh yeah.

AWKWARD LAUGHS

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

"OXFORD PALACE"
- "Of course I forgive you! It's not your fault!"

- Are you crying?
- (No.)

- Did you understand that he's the bad guy?

- He's evil because he never felt loved.

You've seen his mother.

I know, I'm too sensitive.

- (Don't worry, you're perfect.)

SNIFFLES

CLOCK TICKING

DOOR CLOSES,
FOOTSTEPS

- "See ya in the morning sir."
- "Yeah, goodnight Emerson,

say hello to your mum for me."

- Sherlock's descendant!
Would you like to come in?

- Can I?
- Yes, of course!

It will be our little secret.

♪

TRACY:
I swear to you... I heard my sister.

She told me someone wanted to kill me...

CHARLIE:
(There's the same grammatical error 3 times...

...It's fake.)

PIERRE:
She gave it to me the day before she died.

Look on the back.

CHARLIE:
'I will always be there.'

. . .

- Would it be possible to

consult Emma's file?
- No, that won't be possible.

. . .

- I was there when she jumped.

. . .

DOOR OPENS
CHARLIE: (Samy!)

Did you sleep? No, you didn't.
- No, no-

- I found something crazy.
(Smell. What is that?)

DOOR SHUTS

- It's very early.

- Coconut oil? Yes.
- Coconut? Yes.

- That's it, huh?
Come on, get dressed.

Come on! With me!

Come on!

Talk to me, you're very quiet.

Don't you want to
know what I discovered?

- Yes, yes.

- Hello Emma.

- You must be confused.

CHARLIE: No.

- But she's not Emma.
- Yes, of course,

she's changed a lot in 3 years.
You've gained weight, several kilos,

changed hair color and the curls.

It's great that you're okay.
JAMES: What's going on?

CHARLIES: Oh! James.

Right on time.

I noticed you were very nervous

when you were talking about Emma.

You kept touching your wedding ring.

I put it down to guilt towards your wife,

but in fact, that wasn't it at all.

No, not at all, at all-at all-at all.

Because you're married to Emma.

- No!
- What're you talking about,

this is Hazel, my wife.

- No, yeah, I understand.
Yes, when I saw your schedule.

You arrange to always
have the same schedule.

Always together. Isn't that cute?
- Yeah...

SHE AHEMS

Hazel and Emma
are the same person.

- What are you saying?

CHARLIE: I'll explain.

The conditioner I saw in

your bag the first time we met—

—was hers.

I smelled it in Sherlock's bedroom.

Tracy had just heard her sister's 'ghost.'

FAKE LAUGHING
- OK. This is crazy.

- No, it's getting interesting, continue.

- Emma?

Your arm— may I?

Is this sun familiar to you?

- Mm-hmm. It's the same
as in Emma's watercolor.

- Okay, leave her alone-
- You're right.

It's me. I'm Emma.

HAZEL IS NOW EMMA:
When I was hospitalized here,

I suddenly started to feel better.

I realized there was only one explanation:

It was because I was no longer at home.

In fact, they were poisoning me.

- And, um, you went to the police?
EMMA: No.

I told my father, but my
parents thought I was crazy.

And then they asked me to
keep quiet to avoid a scandal.

- And you wanted to disappear
so they'd believe you were dead.

- I was going crazy.

I suspected everyone. I was afraid.

- We planned everything together:
fake psychologist report, witnesses.

She settled in.

She moved into my place
and found her false papers.

And she finished healing.

- Why come back to Whitecliff?
Wasn't it a bit risky?

- I feel safe here.

I was with James and not around my family.

- She knew that Rose
was selling information,

so I pretended to be a journalist.

- And tha's how you learned
about Tracy's symptoms?

- Mm-hmm.

- I really wanted to warn her
but I was afraid to go home,

afraid of running into my parents and
having to explain everything to them.

- And you learned through Rose

they were going to visit the
Sherlock Holmes museum.

CHARLIE: This was the opportunity.
EMMA: Mmm,

except i couldn't face my sister.

I hid behind the screen.

- And you ran out the
window when you saw me.

Yes, I know this because the table
underneath it had been moved.

- All right, okay.

- And the clicking sound was you too?
- Yes.

- Tell me, do you know who could
have poisoned you back then?

- I don't know, so many people.

There were always people at the house.

- Wait, was there no toxicology
analysis at the time?

- No, the doctors were
looking for everything but that.

Remember, I was supposedly paranoid.

- Well, after 3 years I imagine
she has nothing left in her system?

- In hers?
CHARLIE: Mmm.

- Oh no no. Well, no.

Nothing that would show up.

- Are you ready to see her this time?

- Yes.

KNOCKING

- "Happy Birthday"!

- You have 30 minutes. I have
to take her to the hairdresser.

- Understood, Rose. Thank you.

- Did you find something?

TRACY: Emma?
- Hi, little toad.

TRACY: Emma? Is it really you?

- Yes, it's me.
TRACY: I don't believe it...

EMMA: Forgive me.

(Forgive me.)

Everything will be fine now.

I'm here, okay?
It's going to be fine.

- Did you find out what I wanted?

- Well, it's about time!
Were you planning on keeping

me marinating for so long?

CHARLIE: I can't call Georges.
- He's worried, and so am I.

- Everything's fine.
I have a favor to ask you.

- Charlie, you're shitting me.

- I seem to recall that you were in contact

with a medical laboratory in
London, on a non-business matter?

- No no, don't count on me,

your mess is out of my jurisdiction.

And I don't get along with the roast beefs.*
* BRITISH

SIGHS
- Come on, boss,

it's an emergency, I need these tests,
a young woman's life depends on it.

- Well, if I say yes,

will you make up with your grandfather?

He's very upset.

- Of course I will. He's my only family.

Obviously.

BACKGROUND CONVERSATION

Good, we have the whole
Sheraton entourage today.

CHARLIE: The poisoner is definitely here.

TEXT ALERT

- It's the lab results.

HE CHUCKLES

Cotinine was found in Tracy's blood.
- What is that?

- It's metabolized nicotine residue.

- She doesn't smoke. Could
someone poison her with that?

- Assuming a daily dose.

- So it's someone that she
sees her every day, mm-hmm.

SAMY: Uh, it hurts me to say this, but...

we have such a narcissistic woman.

Maybe she's afraid of
her daughters growing up.

CHARLIE: Would she poison
her daughters out of jealousy?

- I don't know, but...

- Charlie, don't you want to
take 2 seconds to discuss it?

- What exactly are we looking for?
- A bottle, a small vial-

- All right. ((Okay.))

WOMAN CRIES OUT
- Oh, sorry.

- Someone would've found
it in this laundry room.

- That's a dressing room.
- Same thing.

- Not there.

- Where is it that the
staff never poke their noses?

- Uh... I don't know.

- I have an idea. Follow me.

Remember what Joseph
offered us that time, a Mauresque?

Didn't it seem strange that there was

was a small bottle in the locked cabinet?
- Mmm?

- (Arrgh! No key! There's no key!)

- (Yes, it's a safe not a cupboard,
it doesn't have a key!)

- (Keep watch, keep watch!)

(Look!)
- (Go on, go on, speed it up!)

(What're you going to do?)
- (I saw this in a movie.)

- (You're picking a lock with your pin?)
- Mm-hmm!

- (I'm nearly there!)

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
- "Hello. Hello, hello"!

- Oh, this is beautiful, very beautiful.
HE TAPS THE SAFE

- (That was close. This is
what you pulled last night!)

SAFE UNLOCKS
- Oh- ah! Oh!

BOTTLES CLINK

(There's something in the back!)

(The label. What is that... oh!)

BETTY, DISTANT:
"Hello everyone!"

"I want to lift my glass and
thank each and every one of you

for being here today to celebrate my

strong, beautiful, wonderful daughter's

- Excuse me, I saw that you were dry.

18th birthday. And I'm sure I can speak for

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

her father and I when I say
we are so proud of you, and

the young woman you've become. Thank you.
APPLAUSE

Is it to your taste? Hmm?

Did I dose it correctly?

SPITS
- What's the matter with you, no!

CHARLIE: Don't worry.
I didn't put anything in it.

But I have my answer.

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

. . .

BETTY: How could you do that?

CHARLIE: When did you start?
When they turned 17?

When were they going to leave home soon?

- I was going to disappear.

- Disappear?

- Betty, what am I next to you? Nothing!

It's simple, I don't exist!

- Except when you cared
for your sick daughters.

- I was admired.

I first noticed when I took
Emma to the emergency room.

She had cut her chin.

- It's called Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy.

- I don't care! I don't
care what it's called!

CROSSTALK
- Mom, stop!

- What?
- Stop.

Listen to me, it's important, okay?

- What?
- Wait.

- It's a nightmare!

Emma?

Is it... is it... is it you?

But... But it's not possible.

("Oh my god"!)

I love you so much!

BETTY CRYING

- I promise you that this time
we'll see everything together.

And since I know you
like to show off your knowledge,

I planned on 2 hours.

- It is not 2 hours that I need, but 10!

Wouldn't you prefer that we discuss...?

What are you doing?
- Come on!

- No, no, no!
- Yes!

- No no.
- Come on!

Look. Here. It's funny.

- (Okay, quickly, quickly.)
- (Time for a selfie!)

(Ready?)
- ((Yes.))

- Mm-hmm!
CAMERA SHUTTER

FRENCH
'Elementary, my dear Watson.'

OMINOUS SIGH

- I think you're wanted!

NOISY PRESS GAGGLE
ALL: Charlie!

- Over here! Over here!

- Right here! Thank you!

- What is this madness?

- It was me who let them know.

With Brexit and inflation,

You have to do a bit of pub.

- Are we going to go to a pub?

- 'Pub'! Advertising.

- Oh, pub!

- "I turn around"?

Okay!

"I'm. Charlie. Holmes"!

CLATTERS

DRIVER: "Is everything all right, ma'am"?

"Drive me to St Pancras Station."

- Okay.

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