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- Awake?

Exclamation of surprise

...

- I... I think so, yes.

I... I... What time is it?

- 8h.

- Oh! I...

I'm running late!

...

Oh... Bathroom?

...

- Are you sure you don't want a coffee?

...

Don't make that face. I'm not offering.

to move in, either.

- No, thank you! For the coffee, I mean.

...

Oh...

- Paracetamol,

perhaps?

- Thank you, sir.

- I'm Ben!

- Ben.

...

Vibrator

- Charlie?

(- Oh, Samy! Samy, listen to me!

*Help me! In my closet,

take my clothes. - What are you doing? Where are you?

- Oh, I'm at a gentleman's,

*delicious. I'll explain later.

I need pants, a T-shirt and...

Ah yes! Socks, panties,

*and you join me in Saint-Félix.

For murder. I'm sending you the address. Don't tell papou.

- Wait! Wait! Wait! Charlie...

- Charlie, you're a rascal!

(- Oh, the mess!)

- I'm a nuisance,

Vatel? - Huh? No, not at all!

No, because Charlie isn't here... She was, but she had to leave

and asked me

to... recover

a folder!

- What is it?

the other file there?

Don't talk. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.

Thank you, goodbye, see you soon.

I'll keep that in mind.

He closes the door.

He blows.

Intriguing music

...

Generic

...

*Radio communication

- Charlie,

I saw your research on April. Do you think she's still alive?

(- You're so loud!)

(- I'm talking softly! But you worry me!)

- Samy.

You're right. You're right, I'm the one who's out of order.

She's dead and I have to forget her. Quick, we'll get yelled at.

- Not me, you!

- Anyway... thank you, you really chose

my best T-shirt. - Well, it was the first one.

Light music

...

- Oh, Chris, sorry! We're so late.

Traffic jams,

everywhere this morning. - Yes...

It was the cleaning lady who found

the victim. She comes once a week.

The owners are abroad. The house is empty.

She has no idea who this guy is

- A squatter, perhaps?

...

- He had no phone and no papers. We're trying to reach the owners

to see if he'd been invited.

- Okay...

This is a...

man...

who plays sports,

who takes care of her body, beautiful muscles,

and collapses

suddenly on his treadmill.

Horrible.

- He pushed himself too hard, didn't he? - Dangerous sport.

But it's not a heart attack infarction, my dear Michel.

- Samy.

- This is more like poisoning.

Yes, and by injection.

Here.

It's very clear. Charlie moans.

She smells. - I love that smell!

- There are no signs of forced entry, he opened

to his murderer. He stung her

on the run? - Or it's a slow poison.

I saw a conference

on poisons... - Not bad at all,

Rémy. - Samy.

- Yes, the shot

hours ago.

- Excuse me, but there, there's a rubber band

with hair

curly stuck in it. Here.

- No! Don't touch anything!

The STP will analyze the piece. - Based on rigor mortis

he died this morning,

between 7 a.m.

and... - 8h12 !

It's marked there. Here it is.

"Speed: 18 km/h

in sprint mode.

End of race: 8h12.

I'm very sorry for you.

Would you like to sit down?

Here you are. - Thank you very much.

- Charlie. I'm with the police.

- Alicia Moreno. The housekeeper.

- It's very hard,

to find a body. - Oh, yes!

- Especially in such a beautiful house. It's incredible, this house.

You hold it beautifully, Alicia.

- The owners

pay me to manage everything. I like it to be impeccable.

- Honestly, it's not impeccable.

Splendid!

You wouldn't be the type to leave a rubber band lying around.

- No. Thank you!

- They don't tell you,

your landlords? - No, we don't.

- It's impeccable, spotless. There's nothing sticking out!

The knickknacks are to the millimeter... The carpet...

Even the cushions. A squatter?

Oh, no!

You would have seen it. Wouldn't you?

In a big house like this, there's bound to be

an ultra-sophisticated alarm system,

with a code like "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"

otherwise, safety arrives.

- I don't know how he... - Your landlords are never home.

She's got to live, this house.

Especially since you have a good eye.

There was no risk of damage,

and then it made you an additional salary.

Intriguing music

How do you know him?

...

- He contacted me 6 months ago.

I don't know how,

but he was aware that the house was empty.

He seemed nice.

And he lived alone.

- Hm-hm.

Did he tell you his name?

...

The victim is Daniel Saint Pierre. Jess investigates.

- The bruises on the face and hands date back

of a week. There was a struggle. Search

fingerprints. - No.

There was no a fight here.

He got angry all by himself

trying his coffee machine.

That's my opinion. - Were you there? Did you see it all?

- No, I wasn't, I wasn't there,

but look : there are instructions for use.

He couldn't make it work and threw it away.

Not calm.

- We have his fingerprints,

he may be registered for violence.

In the meantime, we dig in.

(- Samy, come on.)

Intriguing music

...

... She smells.

Peppermint.

...

Ylang-ylang.

Ironing water.

I smelled exactly the same smell

on his jogging top.

It's weird to iron

his sweaters. Do you iron them?

Yes, notice, you, it's...

This is me, where people talk loud, today?

- Are you okay? You drank a lot, didn't you?

- Not so much. Maybe a drink, or...

Or 2-3 glasses. I can't remember anything!

- Doctor's advice: drink plenty of water.

- Yes. Wait a minute, wait a minute, Jess tells me

that there is no Daniel Saint Pierre

of the victim's age in France.

False identity. What would Sherlock say?

- Ah! Uh... Suspect wanted by the law,

criminal on the loose. Maybe he was part

a sect or, worse, a mafia. I suggest

a neighborhood survey, to find out if he was being watched.

No ?

- No.

Ylang-ylang. We're going to the cleaners.

Steam hissing

Door bell

Good morning, sir!

Your ironing water, do you make it yourself?

- Oh no, that, is my wife,

with essential oils peppermint

and ylang-ylang.

- Ah...

Marine infantry?

Where did you serve? Pacific?

- Mururoa, atoll monitoring.

- Charlie Holmes. Police judiciaire.

- How can I help you? - Do you know this person?

- Let me see.

Ah yes, yes,

I know him. He comes

regularly, once a week, especially on Mondays.

Sportswear, suits, streetwear...

Delta-Charlie-Delta?

- Positive. This morning.

("Deceased".)

Unfortunately, we don't have identity.

- Did he pay by card, perhaps? - No! Always cash.

But... I have his name.

- Saint Pierre, Daniel.

- Do you know where he was going?

- I'll show you. - Hm.

Intriguing music

...

- The 3-storey building, in the middle of the street.

Doorbell

Barking Knock.

Doorbell

...

- Well, nobody knows him

and the Boissard accounting firm did not respond.

...

*Seagulls sing *Waves roar

*... *...

- Where is this building?

By the sea? - Ah, no! This is my app

meditation.

"Ocean Serenity!

It helps me concentrate.

- And this helps you

against hangovers?

- I'm feeling better, but it's true that I forced it,

yesterday. - Did you finish late?

Are you going to see the pretty boy again? - I... I dunno.

He's great, but...

I don't want to think that...

- Maybe he doesn't feel doesn't feel like being serious.

No need to get engaged either.

No, you have to enjoy it.

And there you have it.

- OK. All right!

- Good alpha male. - You knew

that there were studies that had succeeded

to determine the characteristics depending on the approach?

They defined the aggressive of the aggressive man.

He's not bad, in his own way.

- What about him?

Aggressive alpha male?

- Shoulders tucked in.

And... - Relou.

The last time we saw him like that,

France had lost

in the final. I'm going, he'll spoil me.

- No response from the accounting firm.

I've left messages.

Are you sure Daniel was going there?

Him, the accountant?

With its stooped look and his satchel?

- An old man's approach. Just the opposite of Daniel.

Intriguing music

...

Just a moment.

...

Boissard is never seen leaving,

we never see Daniel come in!

...

Samy, do you have the ref?

- The dandy who passed himself off a homeless man.

- And that Sherlock found while Scotland Yard

believed him dead. - A double life.

- Daniel Saint Pierre, is Jérôme Boissard!

He didn't go to the accountant's...

- HE WAS THE ACCOUNTANT!

A bell rings.

She sighs.

- No!

No, I can't! I'm sorry, I...

To announce the death of a husband, it's so violent!

Just remember, last time,

it was horrible. - It's the job!

- And Chris? It's his turn!

Ah, she's not here. She's not here!

- No, I saw a shadow. The door opens.

- Yes, what is it for?

- Mme Boissard,

is... - No, then,

take back your merchandise. When I order size 36,

I don't want to receive a size 42. That's it. That's it.

Goodbye.

- It's the police.

Your husband... - He's not here, he's at the office.

- Yes, no, he... How?

- Your husband was found dead this morning.

I'm very sorry.

- How's that? - That's how.

- Please explain.

Enter.

*Shooting

Dora and Aurélien, no Switch

when you have a fever of 40. - Okay, Mom.

- My children.

Angina. I had to close the store

to keep them.

- Aïe aïe aïe, angina hurts.

We need ice,

it's good for the tonsils.

- I'll talk to them later about their father. Come outside.

- She's fine, she doesn't look too sad.

- She's angry.

Even dead, he pisses her off.

- I didn't know anything about him anymore. It's been 6 months since he left.

That's fine. - He left overnight?

- We didn't share much anymore but it was a shock.

- He saw the kids, didn't he?

- You bet... If you only knew how many times

where Aurélien waited in the hallway.

At the very least, they won't be disappointed by him anymore.

- You felt a change

lately?

- He was depressed, he ached all over.

He spent his days on the sofa,

on the phone, complaining.

Us, the kids and me,

he couldn't see us anymore.

- It keeps you on your feet.

Anger isn't just a negative feeling.

- I'm not angry.

We were like two strangers, I tell you. When he left,

he told me he needed to breathe,

to live... As if I could stop him!

- And you were

divorced? Well, officially?

- It's in progress. I contacted a lawyer a week ago.

- You wanted it to go well, this separation,

that he stays in contact with the children,

so you didn't hire a lawyer sooner,

and then when he lost it out of his mind,

you were scared.

- We argued, hard.

So I launched the procedure.

Did the neighbors who told you?

- The coating is not dry

in the entrance.

Suspenseful music

And Jérôme had bruises on his hands.

He must have hit hard. - It had been 3 weeks

that he hadn't set foot a foot in the house,

he turns up to say he wants to sell.

I didn't want to move with Dora and Aurélien.

When I told him, he screamed, he hit the wall,

and slammed the door in their faces, a sick man!

- Did he deny you custody?

- He died in the night, didn't he?

- Yes. - I've spent the last 2 days

at my parents' house. You can check.

Barking

- So... Here it is

our Jérôme was working? He nods.

On the one hand, we have a virile man

in a huge shack, on the other,

an ordinary accountant.

What would you say?

- Dissociative personality disorder".

- "Midlife crisis," yeah.

Charlie, don't get excited, we're under house arrest.

Vibrator

Yeah, Jess?

- Excuse me, sorry.

- OK, thanks.

Well, the wife is clean, her alibi is confirmed.

No fingerprints in the house.

- I have the tax file of owners

of the house. Is this useful?

- That's how he knew

that the hut was empty. All right, then.

Metallic click

She exclaims. - Chris!

- OK... Guy gets beat up, he's stashing cash.

You have to go through your accounts.

Vibrator

I'll leave you to it.

- He's weird, isn't he? - It's andropause.

- Andro what? - Men's menopause:

irritability, decreased libido,

sweating, bone fragility...

- Yes, yes, yes, his wife told us that he was aching all over.

- Chris?

- No, Jérôme, not Chris.

Wait a minute, our ordinary is aching all over.

He has bone problems, okay. What does he do?

He consults a doctor who diagnoses him...

early andropause.

- He prescribes antidepressants, testosterone and exercise.

Boissard had to force on the last two,

given his muscles and his mood...

- What sport, Samy? What sport?

- I don't know, a blow-up at the gym.

- No, remember, traces of blows.

- A combat sport?

Er... Boxing? - Yes.

On the towel Chris found in the sports bag,

it had a name printed on it,

an American movie name with fighting.

- Er... "Karate Kid", "Matrix", "Rocky", "Expendables",

"Fight Club, Bloodsport... - Fight Club!

Cheers The sound of the bell

Here, here, here. Fight Club,

MMA club for beginners and advanced.

"MMA Club". What is MMA?

- Don't you know it? "Mixed Martial Arts,

it's a combat sport that combines several disciplines.

It's all the rage everywhere, but in France, it's been emerging for 3-4 years...

What the hell are you doing? - Come on, let's fight.

Dynamic music

...

- According to the club file,

he came here every day, hence the "big muscles".

- That's where he met her, the brunette

bungee. He often came here.

And we found the rubber band...

in the house.

- Do you think she's a sportswoman?

- Who's alike... Here we are.

So we're looking for a brunette with curly hair.

She moans. - Charlie?

- Mh? - Yes?

- Ah!

Found.

- He's here but he... - Hello. Hello.

- Ah, good morning. You're from the police, aren't you?

Are you coming for the introductory course?

We're running late. Your colleague is getting equipped.

- So, I think there's a little...

- Yes, yes, yes. Introductory course, yes, yes, yes.

- Hello, José. José,

municipal police. Inarticulate speech

- Samy, assistant policeman, delighted.

...

He groans.

- Are you with me? - Yes, yes, yes.

- Left leg, if you're right-handed.

- I'm right-handed. - Fists up,

chin tucked in, for protection.

One after the other, we try a cross and then a jab.

That's it, that's good.

- All right, then. - Resume.

... Moans of effort

... ...

Left jab! - Yes.

It's been a long time

that you are MMA instructor?

- I work here but I'm preparing for the world championships.

- That's good. - Yeah, that's my dream

for as long as I can remember. I love combat sports.

... ...

- And... Do you know Daniel Saint Pierre?

...

Soft music

I'm really...

...

...so sorry,

Lila.

...

- He was my student.

He was an MMA fan.

- Were you together?

- How?

...

No.

Finally, it's quite recent between us,

nothing very serious.

We saw each other once or twice a week.

- Home? When was that?

last time?

She sobs.

I don't want to upset you

but I have to ask you all these questions.

- Last Tuesday.

We shared the same passion.

We had a good laugh together.

- He told you

if he had any problems? (- No.)

- And was he he have a temper?

- No.

I mean, if we come here, it's not to play Scrabble.

We channel our violence.

- Lila, I'm obliged to ask you

where you were last night.

- I was in Brest for 3 days for a training course.

I came home just now.

- Wow, that felt really good, this little session. Didn't you?

- Oh no, he folded me in half. Come, come.

The girl at the front desk picked this up from Daniel's locker.

It's testosterone gel.

There are 5 of them.

- That's a lot of hormones.

- Especially since he only had a 3-month prescription.

- In high doses, what does it do?

- It's a male hormone with a number of side effects:

increased libido, hair loss, hair growth,

mood swings... - Ah!

This would explain his violent outbursts,

the broken coffee machine

and the punch in the wall at his wife's house.

- But how did he got it

without a prescription? - Mh...

- According to Jess, nothing explains

why he was hiding, nothing at all.

- Oh no, Chris, it's

much simpler.

It was a dream.

His username,

it's a tribute. - A tribute to what?

- Daniel as in Daniel Cormier,

and Saint Pierre as Georges Saint-Pierre,

2 MMA legends.

Sorry, let me explain.

At the age of 41, Jérôme is an accountant

andropause.

On his doctor's advice, he combines

high-dose sport and testosterone, and he becomes

a Greek god.

- Charlie, please.

Thank you.

- So he leaves his family

and moves into in a millionaire's house,

and he uses a pseudonym.

- No, people with nothing to hide nothing to hide don't have aliases.

- Really? Actors, the writers,

mythomaniacs.

- Let's say so. - Jérôme

reinvents his life.

He meets Lila, his coach:

then, it's all downhill from there.

He can't tell Lila that he lied,

and he's addicted to testosterone, the virility hormone.

Disillusioned laughter

So he doesn't want Jerome again.

No, Daniel's life is far too beautiful.

- Okay, Sigmund,

but we know nothing about the killer.

Where's the syringe? What killed him?

Testosterone, can it poison?

- Make yourself at home.

- Thank you. - The report

toxicology indicates a high concentration

of potassium in the blood.

- Yes!

Samy explained. Yes, he did.

She swallows. Coupled testosterone

to an overdose of potassium... Funny music

...it's deadly. Kaputt. Terminado la rigolade.

- Did the killer know that Daniel was taking hormones?

- Exactly. He has adapted his modus operandi

to his addiction.

- By injecting potassium the day before,

it's as if he had

shot.

Good one, Charlie. - And Lila,

she did leave for 3 days in Brest, so it's not her,

and Boissard's wife was at home with her parents.

I'm not telling you anything when I say that drug addicts

often end up dealing.

That's what he did, thingy. - Daniel Saint Pierre.

- We found his cash.

- Looking for me product source

and potential customers. - OK.

- That stays here.

- Charlie! - Yes.

...

... Moans of effort

... ...

... A door slams.

Oh là là, how good it smells!

I'm so hungry!

... - No.

- Wow... It's divine. I have a feeling we're in for a treat.

- But you didn't tell me that tonight...

- Ah, yes. I can't stay with you.

I've got a thing,

a file to finish. I'm off.

- What's up? You want me to call Billon?

- No, papou. You don't have to do that, it's my fault.

I take a shower and get out of here, huh?

Enjoy yourselves, both of you.

Enjoy your evening. - You bet...

Vibrator

...

- Yes? Ah, thanks for calling me back.

Yes, no, it was in relation my Internet box.

I've moved and in my new home,

there's already fiber. I'm going to stay

a few months and...

A few weeks... days.

No, I'll keep my box. Yes.

Thank you very much. Have a nice evening.

Samy clears his throat.

- Do you put olives in it?

- I hate it! - I hate that!

Make me an omelette.

And without a hitch!

- I am beautiful, I am strong,

I'm connected to my desires.

I am beautiful, I am strong,

I'm...

I'm connected to my desires.

She rings in a whisper.

(I am beautiful, I am strong, I am connected to my desires).

I'm beautiful... - Yes, you are,

you're beautiful.

Are you coming in?

Light music

...

- What does she do?

- She's coming, look.

He laughs.

- Well then!

How are you?

How was your evening?

On the face of it, yes.

They laugh.

- But it's weird, it's not love.

It's... different. - Different...

how?

- I don't know, it's.., it's... weird.

It's... new.

Yes. It's not just...

Here we are.

It's not love.

It's simpler than that.

We have a good time without expecting anything in return.

- That's called a sex friend.

Enjoy!

- Yes, that's it!

He's a sex friend.

Waffle. - How about that?

- I'm so hungry. I want a waffle.

- Well... waffle.

- Ah, yes! Chris!

I found regular payments on Boissard's computer,

towards a certain...

Maxime Rozier, pharmacy technician.

- Ah, but that's him, the supplier.

I knew it.

Hey! He was a good dealer, the little accountant.

What was I saying?

- I have a recap on testosterone,

if you're interested. - Of course I am,

we're interested, aren't we?

- Well, yeah. That's very interesting. Great stuff.

- Among the side effects,

it's not all about aggression

or libido.

Acne may return, and even sleep apnea.

- Samy, we're not doing a thesis here. We're looking for a murderer.

Jess, call the pharmacist.

Free hearing. - OK.

- Charlie, they're all over you.

- I thought you were great. - Thank you for that.

- It was very interesting. You know what I think?

Come on, let's let off some steam.

He sighs. - Charlie,

we don't belong here.

- You-you-you.

Who was Daniel dealing testosterone?

- But to... - To athletes.

- They won't rat. - That's why

that we're in infiltration mode.

- No, but... - I'll take care of the room,

you're in charge of the locker room. - Hello. Hello.

- You can be whoever you want to be. It's all in the mind.

That's MMA. Do you have rabies or not?

- Yes, I have rabies. - I can't hear you. Do you have rabies?

- Yes, I have rabies. - I can't hear you!

- Yes, I have rabies. You'll see.

Don't move.

- Ah, that's my champion!

Light music

...

- Excuse me. I'm so sorry,

you know where you can testosterone

under the... coat?

...

- Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa!

- No? No.

...

- Ah yes, the guard. - Yes, the guard.

- You know where you can get testosterone... No.

- How long have you been you been here?

- Yeah, a little while.

- Okay. And... no traffic here?

Finally, is everyone legit?

No...

- Er... You know where where we can get some...

No... yes...

...

We've already met, it's fine.

Battle cries

...

... ...

...

- Mr. Rozier,

do you recognize this man?

- No, I don't think so.

- We found lots of banking transactions between you and him.

Do you like your homemade mixes?

- Well, I've already helped without a prescription,

but only occasionally.

- Payments into your accounts are not punctual.

Sounds like a well-organized traffic, doesn't it?

- It wasn't my idea, it was his.

Can I have a lawyer?

Am I in custody now?

- No, not at the moment. We're just talking.

Boissard was your partner. He wanted more money.

He threatened you and you decided to... to... take it off the board.

- Me? It had been over a week since I'd seen him.

Shower drain

(- What are you doing here?)

Mischievous music

... ...

(- Is he in the shower?

(His things, where is it?)

... ...

(- Psst! Go for it!)

... ...

We cut off the water.

Samy clears his throat.

...

- It's for men, here.

- Really?

I see.

Ah, yes. I'm so sorry.

I'm so...

It's all about

of crime that disturbs me...

You...

Do you know him, Daniel?

- Are you from the police?

- Yes.

For me, recently. - Yes.

He's my deputy.

- He used to train here.

- Oh!

My goodness... Er...

Er... Excuse me. Yes...

So I was told, I was told...

that there had been a bit of hard fighting

between the two of you.

Is it any good? It's...

Is it true?

- The daron wanted to test me. I just answered

present, that's all.

- Well, this fight, though, I was told

that...

there was nothing sympathetic.

He took a lot,

the Daniel.

I don't understand, Mr. Alka.

However, you are professional.

So, what happened? Did he get carried away?

- He flipped out easily. A fight,

it's in your head too. You have to know how to channel your anger.

- Of course it is. By the way,

people say... Well, you know

how they are. They say your reports

with Lila...

Potentially, you might be jealous of...

- People are serious.

Lila could become 1st world champion

of the UFC in his category. The championship is just a month away.

So I train him.

I accompany him to his anti-doping tests,

I advise her on nutrition, that's all.

- And that's good enough. - Yes, that's good enough.

Especially a professional

like you would never have knocked

a beginner for a woman's story,

it's true. - It's not the Fight Club spirit.

It's not...

- Daniel was hot. He had to get down.

- If we could have your schedule for the last few days, it would be...

- Of course I did. I was running a workshop in Brest with Lila.

Just call, they'll tell you.

- OK.

Is it any good? - Well...

- Have a nice day. - BONNE JOURNEE.

- Oh! Sorry. - What the fuck? Where were you?

- It was a club coach who knocked out Jérôme

before he died. But he didn't kill her.

He was in Brest. We checked.

- No, he wasn't. Boissard was killed by his supplier.

I'm interviewing him now.

While you were doing gymnastics... - MMA.

- ... we did the paper-pushers.

Jess found a deleted email

in Boissard's computer.

- An e-mail from Boissard denouncing Rozier.

- Maxime Rozier, his... ? Supplier.

Yes, you were right. And this e-mail was sent

to the owner of his pharmacy a week ago.

- The moment he smashed through the wall

at his ex's place, he was scared. So he wanted

stop everything by swinging Rozier.

- The classic shot

of the drug addict who gives up his dealer to stay clean.

*Notification

- This is the lab. Fingerprints

de Rozier are at the crime scene.

He has no alibi.

- Well, I was right. He's in custody.

- Is my lawyer here?

- Not yet.

- I've never made anyone sick.

- Boissard had you

responsible for his addiction.

*Your boss fired you

as soon as he received the e-mail. You took your revenge.

You went to his house. *-I don't have his address.

*-We found your fingerprints.

- I had to go once or twice. - Once or twice?

- Why is he pushing him around like that? I feel sorry for him.

*-It's a good business.

- He killed a guy by injecting him

potassium. For the victim

that I'm in pain.

- It's not him.

*-You are a pharmacist.

- He's going to cry.

He would never have had the guts to do this.

*-You know the effects of potassium

combined with testosterone.

So you took it from him to supposedly

calm his tantrums.

*-I'm a pharmacist, not a killer.

The sound becomes blurred.

...

*-Where were you? *-At home.

I was all alone.

I want a lawyer.

Intriguing music

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*Violin air

*...

Pizzicato melody

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A lively violin air

...

- I'm preparing for the championships. That's my dream,

so I hang in there.

...

Intriguing music

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- Perfect.

- Ready for the championship?

Indistinct conversation

Okay, great. Go on... - Have a good afternoon.

- It's nice

to organize this impromptu course.

Here, to thank you.

- Thank you. - We say you,

Is that okay? - Yeah, yeah.

Good,

Are you going to the dressing room? - Yeah, I'll be right there.

- The pharmacist is giving us a ride. Don't worry, boss.

I'll shake him, he'll talk.

- Nobody shake anybody. I don't need a smudge.

Are you sure you're okay, Chris? - Well, I don't know...

Vibrator - Excuse me.

- Ah, Chris. Charlie's gone to see Lila.

She sent me this. Page 27. - OK.

And? - Page 27 of my file

testosterone. Have you read it? - Not so far.

- And she sent me this.

"Ask for the results of Lila's blood tests."

- What's up? Are you preparing for the world championships?

That's a shame. - Who told you that?

Tension music

- You go out for drinks,

you accepted my frappuccino,

that's not athlete's hygiene.

- I haven't been in high spirits since Daniel's death.

She moans in pain.

...

- OK. You quit long before that.

...

He contaminated you. You gave up because of him.

...

She blows.

Testosterone,

it's transmitted through the skin.

Siren

*Notification

- It's Jess.

What does it say?

- "Lila excluded from the club. Doped up on testosterone."

Sounds familiar.

Skin transmission. They had

sexual relations.

He contaminated her.

- You've had side effects. Pimples on your neck,

the bandages on your legs, you had to shave

more often. It didn't alert you,

until the last blood test of the UFC.

And then...

cold shower.

Huh?

You're accused of doping with testosterone.

By contaminating you, Daniel shatters your dream.

Ooh!

Let me tell you how I see things.

At the end of the course,

you go out drinking with the others.

And then you go to his house. While he's sleeping,

you inject potassium.

You had time to do

back and forth in the night without being seen.

Daniel is dying,

and in the meantime, you're on your way home from the course,

neither seen nor known.

...

- I could have become world champion! He ruined everything!

Suspenseful music

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- Careful, Charlie.

Not too cold? - Mh...

- Well done. Lila will be arraigned tomorrow.

- Not bad for a first fight, huh?

- Mh...

- What about the kids? - Leave them out of it.

I won't change my mind.

- I just want an explanation.

- But we've had it 100 times, this discussion!

It's over, Chris. I'm leaving you.

- You keep it to yourself.

- I didn't see anything.

How are you?

He's crying.

The car starts up and drives away.

They sob.

...

I can't help it, I feel people's emotions.

It's like it's it goes right through me.

Chris, if you need me, I'm here, okay?

Ululement

Celtic music

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Muffled music

He exhales.

Cicada song Enchanting music

Muffled Celtic music

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Friction and creaking

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He sighs.

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Shocks

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Soft music

- A new investigation of Miss Holmes.

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- It's superb.

They're incredible, your portraits.

She scrolls through the photos.

Oh, dear!

What is this this cup?

It's half Iroquois, half mullet.

A Muroquois.

He laughs. - He does.

Thank you, Charlie. - Thanks, huh?

- For pushing me, encouraging me.

You encouraged me to accept this report from the ZAD.

So thank you.

- You're welcome.

...

She scrolls through the photos.

Intriguing music

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April?

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