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- It was difficult, the disappearance of my half-sister April.

I could see myself rotting in jail. It's not great for a cop.

But the inquest cleared me: they concluded it was an accident.

Soft music

Today, I'm returning the police station.

I'm so happy!

And at the same time, I'm really scared.

And then there's papou, my grandfather.

I couldn't leave him alone after what happened to him.

He almost died, though.

So if he's better, then so am I.

I'm the one who asked to come here.

I love my job!

Must run in the family.

And at the same time, it's all a family thing, isn't it?

...

I'm dreading the recovery.

But now, when I'm stressed, I have my little tricks:

my meditation app.

It's amazing how effective it is.

I let peace and serenity.

The music intensifies. And then I have this.

...

CBD!

Bye-bye, negative thoughts!

There, I've told you everything.

I'm going to miss you!

- Thank you, Charlie, for sharing.

- Thank you very much!

- Bye, Charlie. - Bye, Charlie.

- Think yoga, it's better than vaping.

...

- And happy recovery. - Thank you for your time!

... Cry of joy

...

...

Lively music

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Samy!

- Are you okay, Charlie? She laughs.

I missed you.

- Do you have them?

Ah yes! I've been waiting 3 months for this!

Hm!

They laugh.

How was your internship report?

- It's in progress.

I'm on it, I'm touching it... really at the last words.

I'll let you read it, if you like.

- I can't thank you enough

for everything you said to the IGPN, for everything you've done.

Without you, I would have been doomed.

- I did what I had to do.

- You're my brother, Samy.

Speaking of brothers... - Yeah?

- I think we've a bit confused.

- Yeah? - Samy...

I don't like you. - Oh, yeah, right.

- Well, not like a lover. I'm so hungry!

- What, again? - No, I'm hungry for life,

meetings, love, and girlfriends!

Everything I missed.

Do you understand? - Yes, yes, of course.

He coughs.

- I WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT...

- Well...

- I wanted to tell you that you were... very important to me,

and I really didn't mean to hurt you earlier.

I don't know, tell me if it's okay or not,

but talk to me.

- I think you and I... You're much more...

And I'm a lot less...

You're great, but maybe...

it's fine if we stay friends.

- You were afraid of offending me, is that it?

- It's not easy, the line between love

and friendship... But friendship is good.

- Relieved!

- Really? Yeah, me too.

- What's up?

Sigh of satisfaction

I feel the wind

that runs through my whole body!

Ah!

She screams. Stop right there!

- What? - Right there!

Pull over!

Screeching tires

- Sir, can you hear me?

Sir?

Can you hear me?

We have to call the police. - I am the police!

Intriguing music

... (- Does he breathe, do you think?)

... Whispers

- We thought he was an alcoholic coma.

- When you saw it,

was he alive? - We came across him

over there, he was staggering, he was dressed

any way. He looked drunk.

- It's horrible to die alone like that in the street.

If only we'd arrived sooner,

could we have saved him? - No, we couldn't.

Given his age, his heart could have given out. - All right, then.

- Take a look.

No signs of blows or wounds.

Natural deaths in the street, it's more often the homeless.

- But you can tell he's not a bum.

And look.

Those scratches, could it be a cat?

- It can. It's healing.

I'd say they're... 2 weeks old.

- Her feet are clean, so are his clothes.

He's not homeless, that, no, no, no.

Do you hear that? - No, I don't hear that.

- Can't you hear anything? It's normal,

because these things here,

it doesn't make a sound.

Luxury watches, there's no...

We're going to his place.

- Do you know where he lives? - Follow me.

The guy who found him said he'd seen it on this street

5 minutes before.

He had a paint mark on his sleeve.

- Yeah? - Same color.

Freshly painted.

Suspenseful music

...

I think it's here, isn't it?

So he ran off... completely disheveled.

And...

Key jingling

... without taking his keys.

...

Why did he run away like that?

She knocks. Cuckoo!

...

It's the police, isn't it?

...

Wow...

...

Well, what do you see there?

- Already, he wasn't the champion champion of the world.

- And yet...

the books were arranged in alphabetical order

before waltzing across the floor. Check it out,

they are still classified.

- He didn't fight, he didn't

traces of blows.

- He lived on very little.

Her loneliness, how sad.

She sighs.

It wasn't always like this.

He was happy.

In love, even.

- Hm.

It's cashmere.

- An identity card. Marc Vernant,

58 years old, and an address address in Saint-Herblain.

- Ah, maybe that woman still lives there.

We'll have to check. She must know about the cat.

- Is there a cat? - No, but the only food,

here, it's sardines.

Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty!

And this sweater is full cat hair,

like all his clothes.

- Yes, well...

- But there's no cat.

- Well, he's gone. Shall we?

- Hm-hm.

...

Hello, police! Hold it right there.

I just want to help you.

Do you know Monsieur Vernant? - Yes, I know him.

He's my neighbor.

What happened to him, poor guy?

- Poor thing?

- It's going downhill at the moment. - Is he?

So many ads!

- Yes, go ahead.

- It's unscrewing, what does that mean?

- Yesterday, he was dressed any way.

He even almost fell down the stairs.

Is he all right?

My uncle was also an alcoholic.

- Oh, I'm sorry about your uncle.

Do you need help with your shopping?

- It's okay, I'm 30, I'll be fine.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir.

- You cops are nice,

in fact. - Yes, it's not all...

In the police... - Come on, let's go.

Hop. - Thank you, sir.

- Have a nice day. - And good luck with your uncle.

- Yeah. Bye, guys.

- GO BACK!

- The alcohol may have killed him.

When you're an alcoholic and you suddenly stop,

you have fevers, tremors: delirium tremens.

- All we found a can of beer,

at Marc's.

When you're an alcoholic...

either there are 10, or none at all.

Besides, he didn't smell of alcohol.

There's something very fishy in this story!

- Mademoiselle Holmes is back! - Elementary, my dear Samy.

...

Samy? - Hm?

- Where are they?

- SURPRISE!

Applause

- Champagne!

Laughter

Charlie! Charlie! - Miss Holmes!

Shouts of joy and laughter

Cleared at last! And back again!

A toast to the IGPN. - Yeah!

- They're tough,

but they dropped their dismissal.

- Yes... - Why are you making that face?

- Thank you, I...

I'm glad you're back. I'm very touched.

With Samy, we found a body.

And we discovered his identity.

His name is Marc Vernant.

- A death in the street, is not necessarily criminal.

- Did he live alone? - Were there any signs of a struggle?

- Did you return without a warrant?

- Where was it? - It was big,

small? - How old?

- What about the apartment? - Any witnesses?

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I thought you said

tell your grandfather that you're back?

She gasps.

Heavy music

A silent watch,

a spot of paint, a messy apartment...

Marc Vernant was... - Everything all right, Samy?

- Yes, I was taking notes for my dissertation

at the end of the course.

Have you thought about... extending my internship?

Yes ? Oh, thank you so much!

- Yes, I've been thinking, and it's a no.

- Ah... Well, I'll be off, then.

I say goodbye to Charlie, and then I'm off.

*-Inspire.

You're serene, aligned.

- The internship is a no-go, but we have a budget line

for deputies: cop, but without a diploma or a gun.

You'll go with Charlie,

that'll put my mind at rest.

- Thank you very much.

Charlie inhales and exhales.

...

- I'm serene...

I'm aligned.

...

Cries of surprise

- I wanted to see you. I saw Billon...

- Come on, I've got news.

- I'll tell you later. - OKAY.

- He's your victim, Marc Vernant. Next to him, his ex-wife,

Violaine Pasquier,

and this is his partner, Franck Neuville.

They were in solar panels.

It was a hit, and I don't know why, they went bankrupt.

- In what year? - 2017.

- Poor guy.

Bankruptcy, divorce...

- Er... What does that have to do with anything?

- Marc and Violaine are divorced

6 months after bankruptcy. - One company

that just falls apart, it's a real downer for a couple.

- So, the coroner's report, what does it say?

- He is said to have suffered of a heart attack.

- He had a family, he had a business,

no doubt a beautiful home,

he dies alone, broke, damaged. Doesn't that shock you?

- Whether he's shattered by his divorce and that he's ruined his health,

I'm not shocked. - It's only been unscrewing for a short time.

- Yes, even though he's divorced

8 years ago. He wasn't alcoholic, but he was staggering.

And his studio was turned upside down,

even though it was organized. It's suspicious, isn't it?

- Okay, we'll start an investigation.

Who will tell the ex-wife?

- Charlie, huh? You really want to get back out there.

- Yes.

Light music

- Well, I'm coming with you.

...

- Not cool.

- Where did I put it?

- What are you doing? - Ah, but...

Clacking

...

Ah, there she is!

- All for this?

- So the boss asked you to look after me.

Yes, I can hear it now: "She's brilliant but unmanageable."

He laughs.

- She offered me a job: assistant policeman.

- You don't want to be a coroner anymore?

- My dream job, above all, is to be with you.

By the way, I'm working on my dissertation...

on you.

- Oh...

- "The Holmes method, from Sherlock to Charlie".

- Ah well, I...

I'm very touched.

Thank you, my Samy.

It makes me very proud.

Suspenseful music

...

- See you soon,

au revoir!

- Good afternoon! - Mrs Pasquier?

- Hm-hm!

- Charlie? - Yes!

Er... Hello, we're from the police.

We're here to talk to you about your ex-husband.

- Ah! What has he done now?

- I'm sorry, I...

- What's the matter? What's the matter? He had an accident, didn't he?

I hadn't seen him since our divorce 8 years ago.

Back then, he hung out with some very bad people.

- His partner, Franck Neuville, he's the one who's messed up?

Violaine?

- Yes.

- Did you still love him?

Violaine sniffs.

She sighs.

May I?

Soft music

You hurt yourself to keep from crying.

Your signature cake,

the yukatan, it looks delicious,

but I don't know a lot of people who want

think back to their honeymoon once they were divorced.

It was Mexico, wasn't it?

- Yes.

- The only photo we found at Marc's house,

is the photo of this trip.

Violaine cries.

He still loved you, too.

...

...

- We were so happy.

...

When I realized

for the debts, it was already too late.

...

He had gotten himself into trouble

and it drove me crazy.

- Even so, you hoped he'd come back.

- Yes...

...

- Take a breath. Breathe, Violaine, huh?

Violaine inhales and exhales. And that's it.

Let's hear it,

continue.

- It was hard when I found myself alone with Raoul.

- Is this your cat?

Was he attached to it?

- I was almost jealous when I saw the 2 of them.

Violaine cries.

...

Funny music

Effort cry

...

- Papou is in great shape. He'll be happy to see you.

- What's in there? - All of Sherlock:

accounts, Watson's reports Watson's reports, the newspapers of the time.

I'd never read them. - The originals?

- Hm-hm. - Awesome!

- Papou brought them to me to the nursing home.

My great-grandfather was a genius,

pure genius! I can feel it now,

it runs through my veins.

I think Sherlock and I live Sherlock.

...

Speaking of which, I need to talk to you.

Do you remember the the Reichenbach Falls?

- The last confrontation between Sherlock and Moriarty? It's well known.

- A fight on the edge of a cliff...

Intriguing music

Cries a disappearing body

and never found again. Screaming and falling

- And Sherlock pretends to be dead.

...

Falling into the water

You mean April?

- She could well have faked faked her death too.

That's right, his body was never found.

- I was there. A fall like that, no one would have survived it.

What are you... Wait, wait, wait!

Charlie, she's dead. It's not your fault.

The IGPN concluded... - An accident,

I know, but we were there

and we really know what happened.

- She's a freak. She went you and your grandfather,

you stood up for yourself. Let's put it behind us and move on, okay?

- My Chacha! - Oh!

Papou!

- Is this the time you're coming home?

I'll call him, Billon, I'll call him!

- You look great. He's back on his game.

- Ah yes, you're looking very well, Mr. Holmes.

- Smells good.

- Yeah, I made blanquette.

- Are you staying for dinner? - Oh yeah, listen, with...

No, I won't bother you. I'll leave you to it.

- OK. - Good evening, see you tomorrow.

- See you tomorrow!

I took care of it, did you see?

- How are you feeling, my Chacha?

- Oh my! Like a 15-year-old girl,

anxiety attacks

and acne.

It's true, I have a great job, a great grandfather,

a great best friend, life

offers me a 2nd chance. - Tell me about it! Do you remember

of the 1st thing I did when I came out of the coma?

I had a glass of muscadet and a dozen oysters

place du commerce. The best oysters of my life.

Now, come on, get some rest,

my Chacha, eh? Otherwise... - Yes, I know, you're calling Billon.

Soft music

Funny music

...

What would he say, Watson?

Look, Samy, come and see. Look, there.

A knock. - Vernant has embezzled funds.

- And his partner, Neuville, filed a complaint.

- He was summoned.

Vernant may not be the nice man we thought he was.

Camus follows the trail of a murder.

- Really? And cat scratches,

What does Dr Camus have to say about it? about cat scratches?

- Charlie! Charlie! Camus doesn't say.

- All right.

Oh, Sammy! You know, we've got to... We have to go to the...

- Where? - A problem with my bike pass.

- Samy, what's that?

Samy!

She thinks I'm an idiot. - She told me about this problem.

- The bike? Are you serious?

- No, a cat, Samy! A cat! The one that scratched Marc.

Yesterday, unintentionally, I put on a sweater of his

in my bag, and look.

There are 8 different kinds of hair on this sweater. 8, can you believe it?

I spent my night on forums.

Guess what I found? - Not sleep, I guess.

- Where you can catch 8 different kinds of hair?

- At the vet's? - He wasn't a vet,

he sold solar panels.

He loved his cat. When you don't have your cat

and you want to pet one, you go, you go, you go, you go...

- In a cat bar?

Is there such a thing?

- It's from Japan. They can't have cats in apartments,

they put them in bars. Isn't that wild? Come on, let's go!

Cats meowing. hubbub

The cats are meowing.

Hello, pussycats!

Hello, hello! Hello, you!

Come to see me?

He meows. Oh yes, come and see me.

Here. Did you know to pet a cat,

was it good for your health? It regulates

heart rate

and it lowers blood pressure. - Depends on who it's for.

What are you doing?

- Oh my Samy, you don't like cats?

Still, they like you. Take a look.

- No, no, it's okay!

A cat meows.

...

Hello. - Good morning to you.

- Oh là là, it's beautiful,

what you do!

Look at the cakes!

- Police. We are looking for information about a man

who came here.

- Do you recognize this man?

*Soft music Meow

- Yes. It's been a while since we've seen him.

He had a little trouble with the boss.

Laëtitia?

- Yes?

- 2 people for you.

- Hi, there. - It's very soothing,

this place. Laëtitia laughs.

- Thanks to the boss. Right, boss?

He's the man. He's the boss. He decides who

is welcome.

- All right.

Morning, boss.

We'd like to ask you to ask you.

Ah, he doesn't feel like it.

- Does it concern you and Nico? - Oh no, not at all.

We'd like some information

on one of your regulars.

Marc Vernant.

- Ah! I kicked him out what ago? A month ago?

He monopolized the cats.

He caressed them like a lost man.

They're sensitive souls, not stuffed animals!

The boss would spit when he saw him coming.

Meow What did he do?

- He's dead now. Come on, shall we? - Er...

You've seen him with people

or talk to anyone? - No one would talk to him!

Too depressing!

He purrs. Wow!

You've got it.

...

- Charlie? - Come back anytime.

- Thank you very much. Please excuse my colleague.

He's under a lot of stress.

A cat screams and spits.

The boss purrs.

- Are there really people who prefer cats to humans?

- First, there's Marc. The boss said he was addicted to caresses,

even if he was scratched by the cat that...

Of course, that's it, of course! Wait, wait, wait!

He was scratched and dies 2 weeks later.

What are the symptoms of rabies?

- Er... Excitability, hallucinations...

- He was talking to himself when his neighbor bumped into him.

- Neuropathy...

- He had the gait of a drunken man.

- Extreme sweating. - Which would explain the shirt

and the window open. It sticks! Samy,

what if he died of rabies?

Intriguing music

...

- He's clean, Vernant's partner.

- They had become confused,

but Vernant reimbursed him a month ago.

- Given the guy's track record,

he wouldn't have let go if he owed him money.

How did Vernant pay him back? - In cash,

which is weird because he was on RSA.

- There's something wrong with Vernant and Camus finds nothing at the autopsy.

It's going to end in natural death.

- We killed him.

- What's that? - The scratches,

I've been obsessed from the start.

I think we've passed on the rage to Marc Vernant.

- Rabies has been eradicated in France since 1924.

I know because I did a presentation

on Pasteur with Jules. We got 17,

best mark in the class.

- Yes, except that Charlie has an interesting theory.

- Let me explain.

Someone injected the cat with the virus who then scratched Marc.

On purpose. This is murder.

- The cat...

as a weapon by destination? Original.

Don't you think Camus would have seen it?

- This analysis is not performed in conventional autopsies.

Specific specific brain tissue.

She relishes it. - Well, on the way,

I called Dr Camus, I asked him

to check. - What did you do?

- I called Dr Camus. - Who's the boss?

If anyone requests analysis

complementary to Camus, is... me.

He coughs. - Whoops, whoops, whoops!

- Wrong way. Drink water.

Light music

...

- If we ever get it right

and Marc got rabies,

you told me that the symptoms were coming on...

- Between 2 and 3 weeks after contact with the virus.

- Yes, but we know that Marc

didn't come back

in the cat bar for the past month.

He would then have been scratched by another rabid cat afterwards.

- No one has a cat in the building.

- Did you know that some cats have more than one owner?

- No, you don't. - Well, yes!

They embed themselves in people, who feed them,

and then they return home,

and since there are no cats in the building

by Marc Vernant, the cat that scratched him

had to come from the building next door.

She rings frantically.

Good morning.

It's the police.

Is your cat here?

Oh!

What's going on? What can we can we do for you?

- I had given the keys to the neighbor

so she could come and feed him, and then, Twix, he...

- Oh, he's gone?

Ah, he's dead? - Hm.

- And of what?

- He was hit by a car.

- This is awful. Can we go inside?

Cyrielle cries.

- I should never have done it, this yoga retreat!

That's right, Twix, he couldn't take it!

The neighbor told me that he had become hyper-aggressive

whereas usually, it's a cute little cat.

- What the hell did you do, Jules?

Skipping Spanish class and forge your excuse note?

You're the son of a cop, I'll call you back!

Well, we'll talk about it again tonight.

- How are you? - Yeah, I'm fine.

- A bit on edge, isn't it?

- It's not easy to get used to Charlie again.

- Her return is good. She's... - brilliant.

- But unmanageable. That's not what a team is about.

- I stuck him with Vatel. Fearless as he is, she'll go straight.

A cell phone rings.

Ah...

- Yeah, doc? Sorry for making you work for nothing.

*-It's a funny idea. - Why not leprosy?

*-I found traces of rage in the tissue.

Good for you. I...

- I'll call the D.A. You go.

at the cat bar to avoid a pandemic.

*Soft music

*...

Meows

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Can I help you?

- Ah, step back, please. Step back, please.

One of your regulars died of rabies.

Your cats may may be carriers.

Either you show me your papers,

or I'll shut your bar down.

- Of course they're vaccinated.

- Can I see their health record?

Come on, relax.

...

No, stay away.

- Here.

- Thank you.

All these cats, where do they come from?

- Shelters, individuals...

We give a 2nd chance for these abandoned animals.

We select the adopters, customers,

if they sign the charter. - What's new?

- The code of conduct.

- And Marc Vernant, was he a buyer?

- I would never have accepted.

- I bought it to keep myself busy,

but I'm having trouble getting into it.

- Oh, no! Don't say you're ridiculous.

It's very hard to lose a loved one.

You don't recover in 2 seconds.

Twix's death when did it happen?

- That was 2 weeks ago.

For me, it it's like it was yesterday.

Sigh - Hammer.

- Yes. - Thank you for your time.

- Charlie, it's a screw,

not a nail.

- Ah, vis... - Yes.

Here. - That's terrible,

what you're going through,

between Twix and your breakup.

You're very,

very brave.

You've changed hair color,

it's typical of a breakup.

And then.., you lost weight.

You hold up your pants with a scarf

because you don't have belt.

Did he hurt you?

- No, on the contrary. It's...

We met on an app.

It exists. I broke up because of the distance,

even if we talked every day.

It was too hard to see each other. Afterwards, I tried

to contact him again following...

the disappearance...

of Twix.

- No, don't cry.

- I sent lots of messages by text, Insta,

mails...

And he doesn't answer!

I guess he blocked me.

But I kept some photos!

- Ah, yes...

Doorbell

- Charlie?

We're on the street behind the cat bar.

- Really?

- A parcel for you.

- It's from my mom,

she's so sweet.

It's a box of the finest chocolates of the region

to console me. - I appreciate that.

- I have to say

cried so hard when we buried Twix at her house.

- Er...

Do you have Twix's health booklet?

- Yes, of course.

Curious music

...

- Here.

- Thank you.

...

Bouncy music

...

Hey...

Not bad, handsome.

- Hmm.

- Say, he didn't just blocked Cyrielle,

he deleted all his accounts.

- After a breakup, we act strangely.

- She never saw him

because he was never available, it's strange.

Distance, doesn't explain everything.

When you get dumped,

you make yourself scarce, you don't disappear.

You ghost people, but you stay on the network.

I'll ask Jess to look for this Théo Mauduit.

Here we are.

Oh, Samy!

This wind, this air!

I'd missed it.

Notification

- Charlie, wait... Ah. - What's the matter, Charlie?

- Ah, no, nothing.

- Are those apartment notices? - What are they?

- Apartment notifications. - How did you know?

- You think I can't see you

look out for all the "for rent in Nantes?

Are you moving?

- My brother moves in with his girl. In 3 days, I'm out on the street.

I'm 2 steps away from moving back to my parents.

- Ah, no, never. That's what it's for, folks.

We're going to find you a nice apartment, you'll see.

You're coming with me. - Come with me? What?

- Come, trust me.

Bouncy music

...

Come on.

...

Are you ready? - For what?

...

Tada!

Your room.

...

Watson wouldn't be Watson without living with Sherlock.

And more,

Sherlock wouldn't be Sherlock

without living with his Watson.

- Yes...

- Friendship, my Samy.

That's what that made them so strong.

And geographical proximity, too.

Without this roommate, no one would know Sherlock.

This room is empty.

You know very well how much I need to come and talk to you

when I'm thinking at night. And then there's Papou!

He could use a doctor, at his age.

A doctor at home...

What do you say? Do you say yes?

- Well... - Yes?

Don't overthink it.

- Yes. - Yes!

I'll tell papou. He'll be so happy!

...

*Jungle ambience

*...

His distant - Charlie?

Hey.

- Yes?

- Your Théo Mauduit,

it's a fake. The guy doesn't exist.

He got his picture back

on a Belgian toothpaste ad

and he copied the LinkedIn of a startupper.

He created his profile a year ago, on June 19, to be exact.

- Okay, but we can trace it using its IP address.

- No. He uses a VPN.

Each time you connect, it appears in a new country.

Honey, he's a crook,

a grazer.

The guy is 20 and he writes from a taxiphone in Yamoussoukro.

- Hm-hm.

- Are you sure you're okay? - Hm?

- Are we going out tonight? - Yes, we are.

- Shall we dance? - Yes, we're going to dance.

- 20h ? - Yes, 8pm.

- See you soon!

- To all...

Curious music

...

Cyrielle? Hello there.

This is Charlie.

...

(Hosmer Angel.)

(- Of what?)

...

- Hosmer Angel.

- The fiancé who disappeared on the wedding day

because it didn't exist?

In fact, it was the bride's of the bride

who didn't want her to get married because he was

married to the armored mother. Sherlock...

- That's good, bravo.

What I'm here to tell you,

Théo Mauduit doesn't exist either.

It's a fake profile.

- Ah...

It was created to keep Cyrielle stay single?

- I spoke to Cyrielle on the phone.

She never met her Théo.

He didn't ask her for money. So, not a crook.

He wanted her all to himself.

And he disappears

right on time

where Cyrielle's cat cat catches rabies.

We're going to... - Well, yes.

...

- Hey, what if we've got the wrong the wrong victim?

And if it was Cyrielle,

the cat's mistress,

who was targeted? - We're investigating

on the death by Marc Vernant.

Did you forget? We just found a link

between her financial worries and the cat bar.

I knew there was something wrong.

I went through the fadettes. Vernant wasn't sticky

with the cats, but with the landlady.

- We found traces of calls to make it

sing.

- Cat laundering. Original, but juicy business.

Vernant squatted in the bar and he caught on very quickly,

just by looking, like me. Didn't you see anything?

Only pedigree cats abandoned?

It's disturbing.

- Pedigree cats, cost a fortune.

So they can be stolen. For resale,

you need pedigrees.

- Laëtitia whitewashes their identity,

"poor abandoned kitties", and resells them.

The charter of good conduct...

- Marc Vernant threatened her.

He was able to repay his partner by extorting

Laëtitia. - She had had enough,

so she killed him

with what she had a cat.

She has just been in custody.

- Cats, me, respect them.

If they have been withdrawn from their owners,

was that they didn't take care of it properly.

People who use pedigree cats pedigree cats as trophies.

It disgusts me.

- So...

Can you confirm that you are participating in traffic?

How long had Marc Vernant known about this?

- I don't see the connection.

You can't imagine that I killed him!

- You didn't answer.

*Since when did Vernant known about this?

*-I don't know. 2 months...

*-Was he blackmailing you?

*-These cats need a real family.

He said he loved them, but he was a fraud!

*-You didn't like it.

*-Submit to blackmail, Who likes it?

*-So, did you pay?

- I've lost my mojo, Samy.

I've lost my mojo...

- Who's the bad guy?

The blackmailer or the cat trafficker?

- Both and neither.

He wanted to remake himself

to get his wife back. And her,

she's a passionate for the animal cause.

She loves animals more than men.

She would never use it as a weapon.

It wasn't Marc who was targeted, it was Cyrielle.

His cat contaminated Marc.

Mischievous music

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- What are you doing? Where are we going?

- Dig up the proof. Dig up the proof!

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Metal creaking Bell

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- I didn't think the police investigated animal deaths.

- In the police today, we do everything.

- Can I get you a prune? You must be tired

after the road. - No, thank you, ma'am.

Never on duty.

- I understand.

Have a chocolate, then.

- That's right.

Hmm...

Is this yours? - To Cyrielle.

She has always loved music.

Nico, the son of the vet next door, wanted to ride

a pop-rock band with her. Can you imagine?

A violin and an electric guitar?

He had quite a crush for her.

But Cycy never a glance for him.

- May I?

Shock

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Intriguing, lively music

...

- Does it concern you and Nico?

...

- Nico, the son of the vet next door.

He had quite a crush for her.

...

- We're near the cat bar.

...

- It's very pretty. You're doing great.

better than Cyrielle.

- Madame Chenu...

Did you send chocolates to Cyrielle this week?

- Ah, no.

Tension music

- Thank you, Madame Chenu. I absolutely must go.

How long does it take to get to Cyrielle's house?

- We're going to the IML. I don't carry

the dead cat in the trunk. - Samy, he poisoned his cat.

He's going to poison Cyrielle with the chocolates.

- I don't get it.

- Marc is a collateral victim.

He was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I'll keep it short.

Nico grows up next to her.

All this time, he loves her. She doesn't look at him.

He decides to pass himself off as Theo, the online hunk.

She ends up being interested,

but after a year, she virtually left the line.

He can't stand it.

But as the son of a of a vet,

he takes advantage of Twix's vaccine booster

to inoculate him with rabies.

- It's an attempt at feminicide.

- She doesn't answer. I call Chris.

Chris, listen to me, You've got to turn yourself in.

153 rue de l'Abbé Boutet.

Cyrielle? Cyrielle!

Ah!

No need to panic, you're safe.

We're going to arrest the culprit.

- Hey! What's going on? Oh, Charlie!

Excuse me, let me pass.

- Good afternoon.

- Could we have a latte, Theo?

- 2.

- I'm Nico.

- You have several identities but one obsession:

Cyrielle.

You'll do anything to get closer to her.

- You work here, right next door, to see her every day.

Tension music

- Yeah.

...

I loved her.

- Yes, in your own way. - I wanted her to love me too.

- So, poisoning:

means, as a proof of love.

Breathless music

...

Cat! - Don't move, don't move.

- Sorry, but that's not it, love.

- 2, 3...

They play a festive Celtic tune.

...

- That was great. It was great.

- Thank you for your time. - Well, great...

This isn't EHPAD.

We need to speed things up anyway.

And then, Chantal,

it's double crooked, I've already said that.

Well, if not...

Otherwise, there's nothing else.

- In any case, thank you thank you for doing me the honor

to welcome me.

- Hey, papou,

Samy's a doctor. He'll be able to look after you.

- He's not a doctor, he's a coroner.

I'm going to wait before

need him.

Huh?

- See you next wednesday. - Goodbye.

- Good-bye, George. - See you soon.

- Are you coming with us tonight?

- No, that's nice, I have to tidy up.

If it's not square... - Yes.

Well, don't tell papou, though.

He'd be waiting for me all night.

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- Pleased to meet you, I'm Dr. Vatel.

I accompany Miss Holmes in her investigations.

Yes, like Dr. Watson, you're right.

I hadn't made the the connection!

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- Chug, chug, chug!