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I've been talking to Sheila Legger's lawyer.

She left three million pounds.

To who? Mr. Salvador Dali.

Does this mean we're all suspects?

I lied about the death of an innocent child.

I wanted her gold teeth to show. Aren't you paid?

There's one missing.

Man Ray is a father. She's a son. A goddamn child with another woman. Who

you? Mrs. Magritte.

E .L .T. I am a Magritte agent.

Your husband wakes up next to a corpse after spending all night in bed with

Would you like Da Vinci to be eternal?

Yes.

Brighton to 940.

Hello?

I took a look at this brochure and tell me if there are any paintings that

you've already seen.

My love.

My love?

But how dare you?

Okay, it's because of what happened with Sheila.

But obviously, René.

I didn't sleep with her, okay? I didn't sleep with her. We put something in my

glass to give it the appearance, but that's not the case. Don't make me talk.

I fell asleep. I don't know how.

She was sad, she didn't stop crying, she was depressed, because she lost a child

a year ago. She needed to talk. And you sacrificed yourself.

What a man!

Listen, I don't know what happened to you.

Okay?

I don't know.

But I won't stop investigating until I have all the answers.

And I say all the answers.

Do you think... Do you think I'm a murderer?

A liar or an infidel?

C 'est le top là.

C

'est

bien.

It's been a weird thing a few weeks ago.

I thought he was out of the house, but he was actually taking pictures in your

studio. What's going on?

A test?

Yes.

Are you going to tell me something?

I'm going to do it this time.

Oh, hello.

I beg your pardon, Mr.

Mettings. Anything I can help you with, sir?

Oh, yes, my friend.

You can get me some quality FaceTime with the boss.

You may find that my boss is rather busy today.

Is that so?

Archibald Dukes.

I believe.

It is you, right?

Or not?

We had a show with my friend's art gallery in Brussels some 10, maybe 15

ago.

What gallery was that, Peter?

Paul Dirick's Fine Art Gallery in La Marole.

Never heard of it. Sorry.

I'm not of your station. I'm only the eye of help. I wouldn't claim to be an

artist, but thank you for thinking so highly of me.

I am the personal assistant of my Lord James, and proudly so. A proper job with

meaningful duties.

And I've worked here a very long time, sir.

I can hear your last two brain cells crackling, Coppa.

Just teasing.

I meet so many people, I must got mixed up with someone else.

Yeah.

Now, please, call your boss.

This is the main space here in the house, something that somebody's working

but please make sure you make yourself at home.

Sorry to interrupt, dearest guests.

May I introduce you to the new arrivals?

The lady, Georgette Magritte, and Mr... Good morning.

My name is Edouard Leon Theodore Mason, but please just call me E .L .T.

Bonjour, Edouard.

Howdy, Georgette. Oh, hi.

Finally, we get to hang out with the Belgian missus. George something, was

Well,

I can see why you've been hiding her.

Yeah.

She's exactly 214 times too good for me.

At least.

Finally,

a breath of fresh air.

Why are they allowed in when we can go out?

Would you fancy a drink?

Yes, thank you.

So, why is everybody so down?

Is it because of the dead bodies, or is there too much booze and shaking going

on?

I'll join you in a jiffy.

In Brussels, we say... Jesus Christ.

Hey, I love your egg.

Penny for your thoughts, Quan.

Why did Sheila Legger leave everything to Dali instead of her only living

relative, Lord James?

Especially if she's been living here since the death of her child last

It's not like our lordship needs the money.

She's supposed to be one of the richest lords in the land, right?

But the estate doesn't seem to be well maintained.

Hang on a second.

Jay Poots, remember?

Our butter boy?

Yeah. His alibi was solid, do you know what it was?

A second job down the local pub.

Do you reckon she's not paying her staff?

Poots said he badly needed money for food.

Do you remember what you first said to me?

On our first case together?

Refresh my memory.

Love, money or jealousy, Quant?

All crimes lead to at least one.

Not a bad impression.

You're right. And most of the time, it's money.

We'll look into it.

You coming?

No, you go on ahead. There's something else I want to check first.

What's that?

Logistics.

Hello, operator. I'd like to place a call to France, to the Société

Côte d 'Azur.

Yes, to a Mr.

Turgenev.

Number is CAN 5123.

What do you mean, disconnected?

CAN 5123.

Try again.

Are you sure?

Hey. Hey.

I do what suits me when it suits me, and you don't bother, you stay out of all

that.

It's the division of work according to the talents.

I thought you had already sold these paintings to Lord James.

She will sell them to Sir Richard tomorrow at the exhibition.

The value of your paintings will climb in arrows.

It's times 50 at least.

Et nous, on empoche nos 25%. Ah oui, mais je m 'occupe de toi, mon ami.

On va s 'en mettre plein la poche.

Tu me remercieras plus tard, d 'accord?

Je vais la rejoindre et m 'assurer que personne ne merde.

On est bien?

I beg your pardon, Mrs. Magritte. Sorry, Georgette, please.

Was that you playing the Schubert?

Yes.

Truly beautiful.

Music has that unique power, doesn't it?

I won't lie to you, it touches me deeper than what your husband and his

colleagues do.

Surrealism comes from the brain, but music...

Comes from the soul.

If René is using his brain, it's only to protect his heart.

Or is he just a curious sort?

I mean, you may have noticed he's sunk his teeth into this case like a hunting

dog into a defenseless peasant.

Well, he thinks it is his duty to save every poor soul, I'm afraid.

Where does that come from?

Ego?

Well...

When Ronnie was a child, his mother jumped into the river.

She killed herself.

There was a tormented man who didn't know how to deal with his priesthood.

Sadly, he was on his own.

He was out playing phone.

He came back too late that evening to lock his mother into her bedroom.

She had tried it before, you see.

And haunted him ever since.

As if a little boy should... bear such responsibility.

That's wrong.

And that's why you have now a man that wants to solve the case at all costs.

Because in his mind, it's his fault.

He was supposed to watch over her, you see, and he didn't.

I appreciate you sharing all this, Georgette.

Well... I know that people need a little bit of help with the mystery name of

Marguerite sometimes.

It's not like he's helping us much with his detecting.

Or his painting.

Well, have a good day, Detective.

And be careful, please.

I will.

Didn't see you there.

Don't worry, my young lord. I'm also a little distracted.

By everything that's happened?

Yeah, there is that, of course.

And also, life and marriage, you know.

A quarrel with Sal.

You're too polite.

I know rumors spread quickly around here.

I may have heard something.

Is it all resolved?

Saliva, he'll come around.

It's just acting very dramatic, even for him.

Why?

I always handled the business like he's much too impulsive, but now poor Sheila

had to go and leave him all her money.

She certainly didn't do anyone any favors with that.

Right. Oh, I'm rumbling.

Is everything set for tomorrow night?

Yes, all is splendid. Just need to attend to the final details.

Good.

Magritte.

Sir.

I've been talking with your wife.

Then you're more successful than me.

Because I've been trying to talk to her all morning, but I seem to have failed.

I owe you an apology for last night.

Yes.

I apologize.

And I accept it.

Listen, I get it.

Stir things up, right?

See if I break under pressure.

Maybe. But you didn't.

So well done.

Do you fancy joining me?

For what, sir?

Are you good with heights?

This is my proposal.

Use the present circumstances to drive the prize of the art up even more.

Nothing sells like scandal, let alone murder.

I think you should get the press involved.

Make it all public.

It's not bad, my lord.

In fact, we should thank the murderer.

No?

There is perhaps something in what you are suggesting, E .L .D.

My lord, I can assure you, this candle will multiply the value of the artwork

exponentially.

I get the picture.

Thank you.

Thank you, Lord.

I just don't understand how our killer could have done all this right under our

noses. It's like we're dealing with a ghost.

A bloody invisible one at that.

A strong one, too. A strong, invisible, murderous ghost.

Quite.

I mean, you and Sheila were already half in bed, and anyone can move a body

slightly. But Nash...

We're looking at someone with real muscle. Are you sure you don't remember

anything? Being manhandled, picked up, big hands, a smell, a wheezing breath.

No, nothing at all.

The killer could have had help.

A possibility.

What does your gut tell you?

That this is such a unique... kind of murder that it has to be a maniac who's

working alone.

And it's such a lot of work for one person.

He has to know this estate inside out and how to get around it without being

spotted.

On the other hand, there are a lot of couples here.

A lot of couples who lie for each other.

Well, that's what couples do.

But how many couples would kill for each other?

Would you kill for Georgette?

All right.

Yes, bloody for her.

Listen, thank you for all your help.

Why don't you go and make it up with your wife now, if you can?

She's a treasure, that one.

I will.

Back to the grindstone

I understand that you are Director General of Babington Bank and that your

client has confidentiality, but with all due respect, this is Scotland Yard and

there's a double homicide investigation ongoing.

No?

And that's your final answer?

I will let my superior officers know.

Thank you.

Wanko.

As if they don't understand how our killer could have done all this right

our noses.

Wrong. Visible.

Murderous ghost.

I bet I can beat you up to that tree there.

Who's in?

Oh, you're wrong, girl.

No shoes.

Not you.

You'll see.

She runs like a fox.

No, I'm not a fast runner.

She runs like a fox, but she fucks like a rabbit.

Come on, girl.

Ready?

Three, two, one, go!

Poor little foxy.

But she does fuck like a rabbit.

It's really lovely.

Time away from it all.

You know, this is the first time I've relaxed since I drove through those

a few days ago.

Well, there might be an actual killer staring at us from the booth right now.

We should stop.

Shall we play a game?

What kind of game? A sex game, I hope.

I'll jump anything that'll have me at this point.

I'll pass, Carol.

But... I was thinking about the game.

Is your husband a killer?

You're all fun, aren't you?

No, Ben.

Seriously?

Mine's a liar, a cheater, a madman.

Small child and a crybaby.

But not a murderer.

No. Not think so, too, no.

Neither is mine.

Why are you even here, Magritte?

All good with you and Renee?

All good.

This idiot cheated on her first chance he got.

No offense.

Well, that's rich coming from you.

I cheat, yeah, it's true.

But can we call it cheating if Salva is aware of it?

There is no betrayal.

For me, the betrayal isn't the sex, it's the lies.

Well, I just don't know what to do.

I could already...

Find him sleeping away from me, sir.

Leave him?

What? No.

Make him pay, but keep him.

He loves you, it's clear, and you love him.

But first, fuck anyone you like to get even.

How do you know I've been already even to school?

Say again?

You're one of us now, Georgina. Welcome to the big girl club.

Be careful, darling.

Before you know it, you'll have a surreal baby in your belly.

Some feverish make -up sex, you reckon?

Up against a tree?

Oh, I wouldn't even do it with a tree.

Wanted a drink? I sure do. Oh, yes.

Not you.

You understand, I could never lie to you.

I could never hurt you.

Are you okay? Yeah, I'm okay. What do you want to sit on?

No, I'm okay.

Every time I try to do the romantic, my sick side takes over and I ruin

everything.

You never know how to ruin anything.

Come on.

I've lived here for a long time.

Faudrait d 'abord qu 'il m 'attrape.

One more?

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

My love, who are you with?

Who are you with?

What's wrong?

I thought I was going to die.

Okay, no, no, no, no.

You're not going to die. I'm here.

Okay.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on. Let's go. Come on, get out of here.

Like a mask, but made of roses.

Yeah, about 500 of them.

It's very elaborate.

Did you get a sense of the face?

No, I couldn't really see it.

Like, imagine a sphere, but covered with roses.

Like a football, but on top of a human body, if that makes sense.

I did.

Performance in London by our first victim, only a few months ago.

Phantom Lady, she called it.

Can I see it?

Are you saying that you saw the ghost of Shula Lega?

What time exactly did this take place?

Half an hour ago.

All right.

Sir, it's a morbid prank, surely.

No, I believe that Mrs. McGreek came face to face with our clearly deranged

murderer. I'm glad you live to tell the tale. Would you be able to show me the

spot where you saw this odd figure?

Yes. Of course.

Yeah, I think it was here.

Okay, I will have the constables conduct a search.

Detective Quant.

That won't be necessary.

Uh -uh.

Yes, I mean, it's, uh... Well, it's getting dark now.

There's no use to send the troops in at this hour.

We'll continue this tomorrow morning.

If you say so, sir.

I don't want to keep Mr. McGreep from his work.

And thank you both for your help.

That's so not true, money.

Look who's here.

The millionaires.

Go on, hit me.

Here, too.

Stop it now, Sal. Okay, money, it's okay.

Hit me.

Hard and merciless, like you are.

You've got completely nuts, finally.

Now, I'm perfectly sane, woman.

When you hit me in the mouth, just like you did by accepting Sheila's

inheritance behind my back, signing the bloody will, touching that blood, money,

Still then, I'll present my other chick.

Go on.

Hit me.

Till it bleeds. Stop it now.

No, you stop it! Oh, you're a child.

You're dead to me, Gala! Here comes the Spanish drama.

What about you?

What about you?

Promiscuous racist bourgeois!

Money -minded snake!

You're a money -minded snake!

Any more insults for me?

Yes!

Plenty! I have plenty!

Not worth my breath.

Be gone.

Okay? Be gone.

Stay out of my life.

Stay out of my life!

Right. See you in the room later.

Don't tell anyone.

And if you do, make it a good story.

There you are.

Whiskey sour for Miss Miller?

Everything A -okay?

Never been better.

And that's the logistics of it.

What do you think?

So, the killer caught Nash in a poppy field, used the delivery van and got him

all the way on the roof via the servant's entrance.

Yes.

And you believe he or she has appeared in the clearing.

How would one get there without being seen?

Good question.

I'm not quite sure about that yet.

But I might have a suspicion.

Still, impressive work.

Thank you, Quant.

What about your money trail?

Almost there. Just have a few more checks to do.

Keep it up. Take no prisoners now.

I shall retire to the local hostelry where I will consume exactly five pints

foaming ale and think this all through.

We're close, Quant.

Downstairs tomorrow morning for breakfast, 8 .30 sharp.

Good night and thank you.

Thank you, too.

Good night, sir.

It looks wonderful.

Shame there's still one of the murder rooms there.

Isn't it a...

Wonderful tribute to my Da Vinci.

You know, I'm no sentimentalist, Magritte, but this smells the ice

chip of my heart.

Sal did us right.

Good night, Magritte.

Deeply, are you all right? Of course not.

Max, you are my oldest friend in this nest of vipers. You've got to help me.

Of course.

I'd do anything for you, you know that.

Tell me, have I fucked up?

Well, I hate to say it, but yes, you have.

Is my life, Maxi? I know how close he is to your heart.

You too.

are not like any ordinary couple.

You're bulletproof. You and Salah will survive this. Because you have to.

I wish you were right.

I most certainly am.

Before you know it.

Thanks, Max.

Max?

Did you notice something strange in him?

I know that. I mean... What?

Never mind.

Are you saying that you saw the ghost of Sheila Levin?

Strong. visible murderous ghost.

Though you understand, this is the proof.

Nothing else can go wrong.

I feel it, my lord.

Is everything in place for tomorrow? Shall we go to the guesthouse?

Hmm.

you know