The Smallest Crime Lord·Episode 2 of 2·2:57
The Detective Finds Himself
A very small cat takes himself very seriously. His best friend, a very large dog, keeps turning their garden investigations into questions of loyalty and friendship.
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You found Jo’s brooch, Captain. Shall I tell her you stole her silk to sleep on?
Then no more naps on Jo’s bed without her.
Or Bruno keeps me company.
Three whole afternoons buys my silence.
Pearl, we’re neighbours.
My afternoons aren’t yours to trade.
I could come instead.
You?
Three afternoons. Distinguished conversation. An account of my cases. Questions afterward.
The missing pouch. An ordinary afternoon. One investigator.
His assistant—
The one with the pouch.
—brought an important clue.
I know. I gave it to him.
I haven't reached the deductions.
I want Bruno. Not the minutes of a meeting.
Three afternoons isn’t—
What is it now?
Captain. That’s where my silk went.
Found it.
This isn't bedding. You have your blanket.
Only with me now, Captain.
You found it very quickly.
I took it very quickly.
You don't owe her an afternoon.
I know.
You can still come, Bruno.
I'll decide later. Not like this.
Come along, Pearl.
Thanks for having Midge. I'll collect her at three.
We'll be here.
Is there somewhere quiet?
The office is open.