CHARLIE: It wasn't easy after my half-sister April disappeared.
I saw myself rotting in prison. It's not great for a cop.
But the investigation cleared me, they concluded it was an accident.
Today, I'm returning to the police station!
How happy I am!
And at the same time, I'm very scared.
And then there's Poppy, my grandfather.
I couldn't leave him alone after what happened to him.
I don't know if I told you, but he almost died.
So if he's better, then I'm better too.
I was the one who asked to come here.
I love my job!
It must be a family thing!
And at the same time, everything is a family thing, isn't it?
I'm dreading the return.
But now, when I'm stressed, I have my little tricks—
—my meditation app, it's crazy how effective it is,
I let peace and serenity in;
and then, I have this.
CBD!
Bye-bye, negative thoughts!
There, I've told you everything. Oh!
How I'll miss you!
- Thanks, Charlie, for sharing.
- Thank you!
- Bye, Charlie! - Goodbye!
- Think about yoga, Charlie, it's better than vaping.
- Have a good recovery! - Thank you!
Wooo!
REST HOME
SAMY!
FOLLOW THE CAT
SAMY: How are you, Charlie? - Hee-hee!
Yow!
- I missed you. - Mmm.
- Do you have them?
Oh yes! Three months I've been waiting for this!
Mmm!
So, your internship report?
- It's in progress. It's, uh, yeah, yeah
I'm on it, I'm really getting to the last words.
But I'll let you read it if you want.
- I can never thank you enough Samy.
For everything you said to Internal Affairs, for everything you've done.
Without you I would have been doomed.
- I did what I had to do.
- You're my brother, Samy.
About 'brother.' - Yeah?
- I think we've got everything a bit mixed up, huh?
Uh, Samy... I don't love you.
- Oh yeah, okay- - Well, I mean not like a lover.
I'm hungry!
- What, again? - No, I'm hungry for life,
for meeting, for love, for going out with friends!
Everything I missed.
Do you understand? - Yes, yes, of course.
- I wanted to - I wanted to tell you that- tell you that-
- Uh, well... - I wanted to tell you that
you're very important to me, Samy.
And I really didn't mean to hurt you just now.
I don't know, tell me it's okay,
or tell me it's not okay, but talk to me.
- I think that you and I... You're much more- And I'm much less...
You're awesome, but maybe...
It's better if we stay friends.
- No, Samy. Were you afraid of upsetting me, is that it?
- Knowing what these things mean isn't simple.
Sometimes the line between love and friendship is blurred.
Uh, but friendship is good too.
- I'm relieved!
- Really? - Yes.
- Yes yes. - Me too.
- High five? Ah!
Ah! I feel the wind going through my whole body!
Oh... oh- AAHHH! STOP!
- What is it? - There! "Stop"! Park!
- Sir, can you hear me? Sir?
Sir? Can you hear me, sir?
We have to call the police.
- Uh, police! That's me!
- ((Is he breathing?))
- He was out just like that.
- We thought he was in a drunken coma.
- Was he alive when you found him?
I ran into him five minutes ago down the street.
He was staggering, he was dressed shabbily.
He looked drunk.
- It's horrible to die alone like that in the street.
Do you think that if we'd arrived earlier we could've saved him?
- No. No no no.
Given his age, his heart may have failed. - All right.
- Come...
No sign of blows or injuries.
Natural deaths in the street are more often the homeless.
- Yes, but you can see he's not a homeless guuy.
And look: could these scratches be from a cat?
- They could. They're healing.
I'd say they're... two weeks old?
- His feet are clean, his clothes too.
No, he's not a homeless person. No, no, no.
Do you hear that? - No.
- You can't hear anything? - No.
Well that's normal, because these things don't make any noise.
Luxury watches, there's no-
We're going to his house.
- You know where he lives? - Follow me!
The guy who found him said he saw him on this street
five minutes before.
He had a paint mark on his sleeve.
- Yeah? - The same color.
'Wet paint.'
I think it's here, right?
So he ran outside completely unkempt, and-
without taking his keys.
Why did he run out like that?
Hello!
It's the police, huh?
Oh my.
Well,
what do you see there?
- First of all, he wasn't the world champion of tidying up.
- And yet...
the books were arranged in alphabetical order
before falling on the floor. Look,
they're still in order.
- He didn't fight, he has no traces of blows.
- Anyway, he lived with very little.
He was lonely, how sad.
But it wasn't always like this.
He was happy.
In love, even.
- Hmm.
- It's good quality, it's cashmere.
- An ID card.
'Marc Vernant,' 58, and an 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
is a can of sardines.
Kitty kitty kitty kitty!
And this sweater is full of cat hair.
Like all his clothes, by the way.
- (Uh, yes.) - He has scratches on his body,
but there's no cat. - Well, it's gone.
Shall we go? - Mmm.
Oh! Hello, police, don't move.
No! Heh, I just want to help you.
NO ADVERTISEMENTS
"STOP" ADVERTISEMENTS
Do you know Mr Vernant? - Yes, he's my neighbor.
What's happened to the poor guy?
- Why 'poor guy'?
- He's kinda on the skids right now. - Really?
What a lot of ads, it's incredible!
- Uh— ? - Yes, go ahead.
- 'On the skids,' what does that mean?
- Yesterday I ran into him, he was talking nonsense.
He almost fell on his face on the stairs.
Is he all right?
My uncle is also an alcoholic.
- Oh, I'm sorry about your uncle.
Want us to help you carry your shopping?
- No, it's fine, I'm 30, I'll make it.
- Well, yeah! - Heh heh. Thank you, sir.
Thank you.
- You cops are actually nice. - Oh, well yes, the police aren't only...
- Come on, let's go. - Yes! Thank you, sir. Thanks.
- Good day. - And good luck to your uncle!
- Yeah. Goodbye.
- Goodbye! - Goodbye!
- Alcohol may have caused his death.
An alcoholic can't stop overnight, it can be super-dangerous:
fevers, tremors— simply, "delirium tremens."
- Mm-hmm... Mm-mmm.
- We only found a can of beer at Marc's— that's all.
When you're an alcoholic, uh...
Either there are 10, or none at all. - Mm-hmm.
- And then, he didn't smell of alcohol. No no no no no,
there's something annoying in this story, something very fishy.
- Ms Holmes is back! - Elementary, my dear Samy.
Samy? - Mm-hmm?
- Where are they?
- SURPRISE!
CHRIS: Champagne!
Charlie! FLORENCE: Ms Holmes!
At last, exonerated and back!
Come on, a toast to Internal Affairs! - You wish!
- They were tough but,
they dropped the charges!
- Yes... - Why're you making that face?
- Thank you, I...
I'm happy to see you all again.
I'm very touched.
Samy and I found a body.
...that's how we discovered his identity.
His name is Marc Vernant.
- A guy dying in the street isn't necessarily criminal.
JESS: Wait, I don't understand. Did he live alone?
- Were there signs of a struggle in the apartment?
- You went in the apartment? - No warrant?
- What neighborhood is it? - Description? Was he tall, short?
- How old? - How'd you spot the apartment?
- Any witnesses? - Charlie? Excuse me.
Didn't you say you had to call your grandfather to let him know you're back?
- 'A silent watch, a paint stain, a messy apartment. Marc Vernant was-'
- Is everything all right, Samy?
- Uh, yes, I was taking notes for my paper, for the end of my internship.
And have you thought about... extending my internship?
Yes? Oh, thank you very much!
- Yes, I thought about it, and it's No.
- Oh... Well, I'll go then.
I'll say goodbye to Charlie, and then I'll go.
- Breathe in.
You are serene, aligned.
- The internship is a No, but we have
a budget line for Assistants:
like cops, but no diploma requirement. Or gun.
You'll accompany Charlie, that will reassure me.
- Thank you very much.
- I am serene.
I am aligned.
Ah!
- Charlie, I wanted to see you, because I saw Billon-
- Well come here both of you, I have some information.
- I'll tell you later. - All right.
- This is your victim, Marc Vernant.
Next to him, his ex-wife, Violaine Pasquier.
And he's his business partner, Franck Neuville.
They were in solar panels. At first it was a hit, and then
I don't know what happened, they went bankrupt.
- What year? - Uh... 2017.
- Poor thing.
Bankruptcy, divorce.
- Uh... what's the connection?
- Marc and Violaine divorced six months after the bankruptcy.
- A company that goes downhill like that ruins a relationship.
- So what does the coroner's report say?
- The first findings are that he suffered a heart attack
- He had a family, he had a business,
undoubtedly a beautiful house, and he dies alone, broke, damaged.
Doesn't that shock you?
- That he's broken by his divorce and messed up his health?
Personally, it's not shocking. - According to the neighbor,
he'd only been on the skids for a short time.
- Yes, even though he got divorced 8 years ago.
He wasn't an alcoholic, but he was unsteady.
And his studio was turned upside down, while he was organized.
That's fishy, ​​isn't it?
- We're not taking any risks, we're opening an investigation.
Who will inform the ex-wife?
- Charlie? Huh? Charlie, you really want to get back into the field.
- Yes.
- Then I'll come with you.
- That's not cool.
- Where did I put it?
- What are you doing? - Oh but-
Ah! Here it is.
- All that for that?
- So, the boss asked you to look after me.
Yes, I can hear her now:
'She's brilliant but unmanageable.'
- She offered me a job! - Oh yes?
- Police Assistant.
- You don't want to be an M.E. anymore? - Ah...
my dream job, above all, is to be with you.
Besides, I'm preparing my paper...
on you.
- Oh...!
- The Holmes Method, from Sherlock to Charlie.
- Wow. Well, I-
I'm very touched.
Thank you, Samy.
It makes me very proud. Thank you.
CONFECTIONERY
BAKERY
PASTRIES
FOR RENT - See you soon, goodbye!
VIOLAINE: Hello! - Ms Pasquier?
- Mm-hmm!
- (Charlie?) - Yes-
Uh... hello, we're from the police.
We came to talk to you about your ex-husband.
- Ah. What did he do now?
- I'm sorry...
- What's going on? He had an accident, is that it?
WELCOME, WE ARE OPEN
SORRY, WE ARE CLOSED
I haven't seen him since our divorce 8 years ago.
At the time he was hanging out with sketchy people.
- Is his partner, Franck Neuville, is he the one who's sketchy?
Violaine?
- Yes.
- Did you still love him?
May I?
You hurt yourself so you don't cry.
Your signature cake,
the Yukatan, it looks delicious,
I don't know many people
who want to think about their honeymoon every day when they're divorced.
That was in Mexico, right?
- Yes.
- The only photo we found at Marc's is the photo of that trip.
He still loved you, too.
- We were so happy.
When I realized about the debts, it was already too late.
He had gotten himself into some nasty trouble and it drove me crazy.
- Despite that, you hoped he would come back.
- (Yes.)
- Breathe. Breathe, Violaine, huh?
There.
I'm listening, continue.
- It was hard when I found myself alone with Raoul.
- Is that your cat?
Was he attached to it?
- I was almost jealous when I'd see them glued together.
- Poppy's in great shape. He'll be so happy to see you.
- What's in here? - Everything Sherlock—
—case records, Watson's reports, newspapers of the era.
I'd never read them— crazy, right? - Hold on, hold on— the originals?
- Mm-hmm! - (Oh... nice!)
- Poppy brought them to me at the rest home.
My great-grandfather was a genius!
A pure genius!
I feel it now, it's running through my veins.
I think Sherlock and I live Sherlock!
Besides, I need to talk to you.
Do you remember the Reichenbach Falls?
- The last confrontation between Sherlock and Moriarty?
It's well known.
- A fight on the edge of a cliff.
A body that disappears and is never found again.
- And Sherlock pretending to be dead.
Are you talking about April?
- She could have very well faked her death too.
It's true, her body was never found. - I was there.
A fall like that, I can tell you as a doctor, no one could've survived.
What're you doing- Wait wait wait!
(Charlie.) She's dead. You weren't responsible.
Internal Affairs concluded- - 'An accident,' I know, but
you and I were there and we know what really happened.
- That's crazy. She attacked you, she attacked your grandfather.
You defended yourself.
Now we have to forget it and move on, okay?
GEORGES: Chacha! - Oh! Poppy!
- Is this the time you're coming home?
I'll call Billon, I'll call her!
- Such a superb complexion! You see how he's recovered?
- Oh yes, you're in very good shape, Mr Holmes!
- Smells good. - Yeah,
I made blanquette.
- Oh! Stay for dinner? - Oh well yes, listen, with...
No, I won't bother you, I'll leave you.
- I'll figure something out. - As you wish!
- Good night! See you tomorrow. - See you tomorrow.
I took care of it, see?
- How are you feeling, Chacha?
- Oh my, Poppy, like a 15-year-old girl.
- Heh! - Anxiety attacks and acne, I don't like it.
But the truth is,
I have a great job, a great grandfather, a great best friend.
I've been given a second chance. - You're telling me!
Do you remember the first thing I did when I came out of my coma?
I had a glass of muscadet and a dozen oysters in Place du Commerce.
The best oysters of my life.
Come on now Chacha, you're going to rest, huh? Or else-
Yes, I know, you'll call Billon.
TRAGIC DISAPPEARANCE OF APRIL MORIARTY, MORIARTY DYNASTY HEIR
What would Watson say? Hmm?
Look, Samy, come see. Look here.
- Vernant embezzled funds.
- His partner Neuville filed a complaint.
- We've summoned him for this afternoon.
Maybe Vernant isn't the nice guy we thought he was.
I asked Camus to look for evidence of a murder.
- Yes? And the cat scratches,
what did Dr Camus say about the cat scratches, hmm?
- Charlie, Camus didn't say anything.
- All right.
Oh, Samy! You know, we have to- we have to go to the-
- Where? - A problem with my rental bike.
- Samy, what is this?
Samy!
Does she think I'm stupid? - No, she said she
had a problem with it- - You don't know.
- The bike? Seriously?
- No! A cat, Samy! A cat!
The one that scratched Marc!
Yesterday, without meaning to I picked up his sweater and put in my bag.
And look!
There are eight different kinds of hair on this sweater.
Eight, can you believe it?
I spent my night on forums, and guess what I found?
- Not sleep, apparently.
- Where can you get eight different kinds of hair? Where?
- I don't know, maybe the vet?
- It doesn't figure, he sold solar panels.
His wife said he loved his cat. When you no longer have your cat
and want to pet one, you go, you go, you go, you go...?
- 'Cat bar'? Those exist? - Yeah!
I'VE SEEN IT ALL
It's from Japan, where they can't have cats in apartments,
so they put them in bars. Isn't that nuts? Come on!
Hello, kitties!
Hello hello! Hey you.
Are you coming to see me? Oh yes, yes, come see me.
(Ah, there.) Did you know that petting a cat was good for your health?
It regulates heart rate and lowers blood pressure.
- It depends on who it is. No, what're you doing?!
- Oh Samy, don't you like cats? Oh, well,
yet they like you, look. - No, no, it's fine!
- Hello.
NICO: Hello.
- Oh my goodness, what you do is wonderful!
Oh, the cake! The cake Samy, look...
- Uh- police. We're looking for information about a man who came here.
- Okay.
- Do you recognize this man?
- Yes, it's been a while since we've seen him.
- Oh? - There were some little problems,
with the boss. Laëtitia?
- Yes? - Two people for you.
- Hello. - What a feeling in this place!
- It's thanks to the boss. Huh, boss?
Him. He's the boss - Oh?
- He decides who is welcome.
- All right, all right...
Hello boss, we're from the police
and we have some questions for you.
Oh, he doesn't want to!
- Does this concern Nico? - Oh no, no no, not at all.
we'd just like some information about one of your regulars—
—Marc Vernant.
- Oh. I threw him out like a month ago.
He monopolized the cats.
He petted them like a lost soul.
Shit, they're sensitive souls, not stuffed animals!
The boss would hiss when he saw him coming.
What's he done?
- He's dead. Come on, shall we go? - Uh...
Have you seen him with people
or talking to someone? - No one would ever want to!
'Too depressing'? She told me!
You have the knack!
- Charlie? - Come back whenever you want!
- Yes, thank you so much. Uh, excuse my colleague.
He's very, very stressed.
- Are there really people who prefer cats to humans?
- Well, we already have Marc,
you heard the boss, he was addicted to petting.
Even if he was scratched by the cat who...
Of course, that's it! Obviously! Hold on,
he gets scratched, and two weeks later he dies.
- Hmm.
- Samy, what are the symptoms of rabies?
- Uh... 'Excitability, hallucinations'...
- He was talking to himself when his neighbor ran into him.
- ...'Neuropathy.' - He had the gait of a drunken man,
he almost fell down the stairs!
- ...'Extreme sweating.' - That would explain the shirt
and the open window. That holds up!
Samy? What if he died of rabies?
- Vernant's partner is clean.
- They were in a dispute, but Vernant paid him back a month ago.
- Given the guy's track record,
he wouldn't have got rid of him if he owed money.
- Mmm. - How did Vernant reimburse him?
- In cash, which is
very weird because he was on RSA.* * PUBLIC ASSISTANCE
No, but something's not right about Vernant,
and Camus found nothing at the autopsy.
He concludes it was a natural death.
- He was killed. - Huh?
- The scratches, they've obsessed me since the beginning.
I think they gave rabies to Marc Vernant.
- Rabies has been eradicated in France since 1924.
- Mmm, yes-
- I know because Jules and I gave a presentation on Pasteur.
We got a 17, best grade in the class, yes!
- You're right, except Charlie has an interesting theory on the subject.
- Let me explain.
Someone inoculated the cat with the virus, which then scratched Marc.
On purpose.
It's murder.
- The cat...
as a murder weapon? - Mm-hmm.
- Original.
Don't you think Camus would've seen it?
- This isn't an analysis that is done in typical autopsies.
Specific brain tissues must be collected and analyzed.
- Mmmm. Well, on the way I called Dr Camus,
I asked him to check. - What did you do?
- I called Dr Camus. - Who's team leader?
If anyone asks Camus for further analyses,
it's me!
- Oh my.
- Went the wrong way, drink water.
- If we're right that Marc caught rabies,
you told me that symptoms appear, uh-
- Between two and three weeks after contact with the virus.
- Yes, all right. But we know that Marc didn't go back to
FOR RENT
the cat bar for a month. - Yes.
That would mean he was scratched by another angry cat after that.
- Problem: we asked everyone, no one in the building has a cat, Charlie.
- Did you know that some cats have several masters?
- No. - Well yes!
They get into people's homes, who feed them.
- Yes? - And then they quietly go home.
And since there are no cats in Marc Vernant's building,
the cat that scratched him must've come from the building next door.
Hello, hello! It's the police.
Is your cat here?
Oh!
What's going on, Cyrielle? You look unhappy, can we do anything for you?
- I gave the keys to the neighbor so she could come and feed him.
And then, Twix, he...
- Oh, he got out?
Oh, he's dead? - Hmm.
- How did he die?
- He was hit by a car.
- That's awful. Can we come in and talk?
- I never should've done this yoga retreat!
I think Twix couldn't stand it!
The neighbor told me that he had become extremely aggressive,
where usually he's a cute little cat.
- What the hell did you do, Jules? Shit!
Not only do you skip Spanish, you fake your excuse note?
I remind you, you're a cop's son!
We'll talk about it again tonight. Okay.
- You all right? - Fine.
- A little on edge, aren't you?
- It's just that it's not easy to get used to Charlie again.
I'm not against her coming back, she's not bad.
- Chris, she's brilliant.
- But unmanageable. That's not a team, boss.
- Well, I'm going to stick her with Vatel.
He's so fearful, she'll toe the line.
- Ah.
- Yeah, doctor, I'm sorry to make you work for nothing, old man.
- It's funny you had this idea. - Yes, why not leprosy, huh?
- I found traces of rabies in the tissue.
Well done. I-
- Well, I'll call the prosecutor. You go to the cat bar
so we don't have a pandemic on our ass.
(Oh shit. Yeah, yeah...)
- Can I help you? - Ah!
Back up, please, back up.
One of your regulars died of rabies.
Your cats are potentially carriers of the virus.
So either you show me the correct papers or I'll close your bar.
- Obviously the felines are vaccinated.
- Yes, well can I see their health records?
(Wooo. Come on, relax.)
No no, don't come any closer.
- Here. - H-? Thank you.
And... where do all these cats come from?
- Shelters. Individuals.
They are abandoned animals given a second chance.
We select the adopters: our customers, preferably.
If they sign the Charter, of course. - The what?
- The Charter. Of Good Conduct.
- And Marc Vernant, was he a buyer?
- I would never have accepted.
- I bought something to keep me busy, but I can't get started.
I'm being ridiculous! - Oh no,
don't say you're being ridiculous. It's very hard to lose a loved one.
You don't recover in two seconds.
When did Twix die?
- It was two weeks ago. For me, it's like yesterday.
- Hammer.
- Yes. - Thank you.
- Charlie? It's a screw, not a nail.
- Oh. (Screw.)
- Yes. There.
- It's terrible what you're going through,
between Twix and your breakup.
You are very, very brave.
You just changed your hair color,
this is typical of romantic breakups.
And then you lost weight.
You hold up your pants with a scarf,
because you have no belt.
Did he hurt you?
- No no, quite the opposite.
We met on an app. It was unexpected.
I broke it off because of the distance.
He was never free— but we spoke every day.
It was too hard to see each other. Afterwards,
I tried to contact him again after...
...Twix's disappearance.
- No, don't cry, no...
- I sent a lot of messages by text, Instagram, email.
And he didn't answer!
I guess he blocked me.
But I kept some photos! - Oh!
- Oh yes.
- "Stop"! Charlie?
We're on the street behind the cat bar. - Oh yes?
- Ms Chenu? - Yes?
- A package for you.
- Huh?
- Ha.
It's from my mom, she's so cute.
She sent a box from the best chocolate maker in the region
to console me. - How nice!
- I've never cried so much
as when we buried Twix in her garden.
- Uh... do you have Twix's health records?
- Yes, of course.
- Here. - Thanks.
Hey! Not bad, handsome. Hmm? - Mm-hmm.
THEO
- Say, he didn't just block Cyrielle,
he deleted all his accounts.
- Well, you know, sometimes breakups make people do weird things.
- She never saw him
because he was never available, it's very strange.
Distance doesn't explain everything.
When you get dumped, you get a bit discreet,
but you don't disappear completely, or ghost people.
You stay on social media.
I'll ask Jess to look into this 'Théo Mauduit.'
There.
Oh, Samy! This wind, this air! Mmm!
I missed it.
- Charlie, wait. - Ah! What is it?
- Oh, no, nothing.
- Are these notifications about apartments? - What?
- Apartment notifications. - How did you know?
- Well, you think I don't see you,
looking at all the 'For Rent' signs in Nantes?
Are you moving?
- I have no choice, my brother's moving in with his girlfriend.
In 3 days, I'll be homeless.
I may need to go back to my parents'.
- Oh no, never! That's what friends are for, you know.
We'll find you a nice little apartment, you'll see.
You come with me. - What?
- Come with me, trust me!
You'll see. Come on!
Are you ready? - For what?
Tada!
Your room!
Watson wouldn't be Watson without living with Sherlock.
And still more!
Sherlock wouldn't be Sherlock
without living with his Watson.
- Yes...
- Friendship, Samy. That's what made them so strong.
And geographic proximity, of course.
Without this shared accommodation, no one would know Sherlock.
This room is empty,
And since you know how much I need
to talk to you when I think at night.
And then there's Poppy! Uh...
he could really use a doctor at his age.
An in-home doctor...
So? Do you say yes?
- Well... - Yes? Don't think too much.
- Yes? - Yes!
I'll tell Poppy. He'll be happy, happy!
- Charlie? Charlie?
Hey?
Yes?
- Your Théo Mauduit?
He's fake. The guy doesn't exist.
He got his photo from a Belgian toothpaste ad,
and his LinkedIn is a copy from a Normandy startup.
He created his profile a year ago. June 19, to be exact.
- Okay, but we can find him using his IP address.
- Ah, no, because the guy uses a VPN.
So every time he logs in, he appears in a new country.
He's a crook, babe. A catfisher.
The guy's 20 and writing from a payphone in Yamoussoukro.
- Mm-hmm.
- Sure you're okay? - Hmm?
- Are we going out tonight? - Yes, yes yes.
- Are we going dancing? - Yes, we're going dancing.
- 8 pm? - (Yes, 8 pm.)
- See you later!
- See you later.
Cyrielle? Hello, good morning. It's Charlie.
('Hosmer Angel.')
- (What?)
- 'Hosmer Angel.' - The fiancé who disappeared on
his wedding day because he didn't exist?
He was actually the father-in-law of the bride
who wanted to keep her in reserve and never marry
because he was married to the mother who was loaded,
and fortunately, Sherlock realized- - That's good, well done.
Because I've come to tell you that
Théo Mauduit doesn't exist either.
It's a fake profile.
- Ah... and you think he was created
so that Cyrielle would remain single?
- I spoke to Cyrielle on the phone, and she never met Théo.
He's not a scammer, he never asked her for money.
He wanted her all to himself.
And he disappears just as Cyrielle's cat catches rabies. Hmm?
- Shall we go...? - Well, yes.
- Hey! What if we got the wrong victim, huh?
What if it was Cyrielle, the cat's owner, who was targeted?
- Charlie, we're investigating the death of Marc Vernant.
Did you forget? Hmm? A link's just been found
between Vernant's financial problems and the cat bar.
I knew there was something fishy, so I spent the night
I went over the phone logs. It wasn’t the cats that Vernant was sticking close to.
No no, it was the owner.
- We tracked calls from Vernant to Laetitia, he must have blackmailed her.
- 'Cat laundering.' Original, but lucrative trafficking.
Vernant is hanging out at the bar and he got it very quickly,
just by looking, like me.
You didn't see anything? You see everything.
The abandoned cats are all purebred. It's disturbing, isn't it?
- Purebred cats cost a fortune.
Of course they get stolen, the problem is when it comes to reselling them,
you need pedigrees. - Laëtitia launders their identities—
—'poor little cute abandoned kittens'— and resells them to 'clients.'
Hello, Charter of Good Conduct.
- Marc Vernant threatened her,
he was able to repay his partner
by extorting Laëtitia. - She got fed up,
so she killed him: with what?
With what she had at hand: a cat.
She's just been taken into custody.
- I respect cats.
So maybe if they were taken away from their owners
it's because they were being badly cared for.
You can't imagine all these people who keep cats like trophies.
It disgusts me.
- And so,
do you confirm that you are participating in cat trafficking?
When did Marc Vernant learn about this?
- There's no connection.
You can't imagine that I killed him?
- You didn't answer the question:
when did Vernant find out?
- I don't know. Two months ago?
- Did he blackmail you?
- These cats need a real family.
He said he loved them, but he was a con artist!
- You didn't like him.
- You know anyone who loves to be blackmailed?
- So did you pay?
- I lost my mojo Samy. I lost my mojo.
- Who's the bad guy in the story?
Is it Vernant the blackmailer, or Laetitia the cat trafficker?
- Both and neither.
He wanted to remake himself to get his wife back.
And she is passionate about the animal cause.
She loves animals much more than men.
She would never use one as a weapon.
No, it wasn't Marc who was targeted, it was Cyrielle.
Her cat infected Marc.
- What're you doing? Where are we going?
- Dig up the evidence. Dig up the evidence!
- I didn't think the police worried about animal deaths.
- In the police today we do everything.
- Well I'll get you a drink, you must be tired after the road.
- No no, thank you, ma'am. Never on duty.
- I understand.
Then have a chocolate.
- All right.
Mmm!
Is that yours? - Cyrielle's.
She's always wanted to make music.
Nico, the son of the vet next door, even wanted to
start a pop-rock band with her. Can you imagine?
A violin and an electric guitar?
He had a real crush on her.
But Cycy never looked at him.
- May I?
- Does this concern Nico?
- Nico, the son of the vet next door.
...He had a real crush on her.
- We're on the street behind the cat bar.
- It's very pretty.
You play better than Cyrielle.
- Mrs Chenu...
Did you send chocolates to Cyrielle this week?
- Oh, no.
- Thank you, Mrs Chenu, I absolutely have to go.
How long does it take to get to Cyrielle's?
- No no no no! We're going to the morgue,
I'm not lugging around the dead cat in the trunk!
- Samy, he poisoned his cat
and he's going to poison Cyrielle! With the chocolates!
- Explain, I don't understand anything! - Marc's a collateral victim, all right?
He was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I'll keep it short for you:
Nico grew up next door to her;
he loves her all this time, she doesn't look at him.
So he decides to pretend to be
Theo the handsome guy from the dating app.
She ends up being interested,
but after a while she leaves him. Virtually, I mean.
He can't stand it,
But as he's the son of a veterinarian,
he takes advantage of Twix's annual vaccine booster
to inoculate him with rabies.
- It's an attempted femicide. He actually doesn't want her
to be happy without him! - She's not answering. I'll call Chris.
Yes Chris, you have to listen to me, you have to go
to 153 Rue Abbé Boutet!
Cyrielle? Cyrielle?
Oh! Don't worry, you're safe now. We'll arrest the one who did this to you!
- Hey! Can I find out what's going on? - Uh...
- Ho! Charlie!
Excuse me, let me through.
- Hello.
- Could we have a latte, Theo?
- Two.
- I'm Nico.
- You have several identities, but one obsession: Cyrielle.
You're ready to do anything to get closer to her.
- You even got hired here, right next to her place, to see her every day.
- Yeah.
I loved her.
- Yes, in your own way. - I wanted her to love me too!
- So tell me: the poisoning?
Is it a common proof of love?
- CAT! - Don't move! Don't move.
- (Phew.)
- I'm sorry, but that's not love, Nicolas.
- Two, three...
♪ Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road ♪
♪ And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah! ♪
♪ In Mullingar, that night . . . ♪
♪ To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while ♪
♪ At my comical style, set my heart a-bubbling . . . ♪
♪ Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road ♪
♪ And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah! ♪
♪ Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road ♪
♪ And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah! ♪
- Well done, it was great! - Thanks!
- Well, 'great'... We're not at the retirement home,
we should speed up a little though, huh?
And then, Chantal,
it's a sixteenth note! Sixteenth note, I already said!
There you go. Otherwise, otherwise, there's nothing else.
- Well in any case sir, thank you very much for welcoming me
into your home, it's an honor.
- Hey, Poppy, Samy's a doctor. He can look after you.
- He's not a doctor, he's a coroner.
I'll wait a little before I need him, huh?
- "See you next Wednesday!" - "Goodbye!"
- Goodbye, Georges! - Goodbye!
- See you soon.
- Are you coming with us tonight?
- No, that's nice, I have a lot of arranging.
You know me, if it's not squared-away... - Yes.
Well, don't say anything to Poppy, though.
He might wait up for me all night in the living room.
- Yeah, sure.
- Nice to meet you, I'm Dr Vatel,
I accompany Ms Charlie Holmes on her investigations.
Yes, like Dr Watson, absolutely, you're right,
I hadn't made the connection!
- Chug, chug, chug, chug...!
♪ See the people walking down the street ♪
♪ Fall in line just watching all their feet ♪
♪ They don't know where they want to go ♪
♪ But they're walking in time ♪
♪ They got the beat ♪
THE SECRET LIFE OF AN ICON
♪ Yeah, they got the beat ♪
♪ All the kids just getting out of school ♪
♪ They can't wait to hang out and be cool ♪
♪ Hang around 'til quarter after twelve ♪
♪ That's when they fall in line ♪
♪ They got the beat ♪
♪ Kids got the beat ♪
♪ Yeah, we got the beat ♪
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