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You all look fantastic.

Thank you, Gloria.

It's a treat to have an opportunity to really make an effort.

Yes, we've been very casual of late, haven't we, darling? We have.

Where is it you're going to again? Is it just a Christmas party?

To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure, Gloria. It's all very cloak and dagger.

I'm on the board of the museum with Gabrielle Gelbar, our new curator.

A very excitable chap.

She wants to put our lovely old museum on the map.

He insisted that this afternoon was very important for the future of the museum

and that we all came, especially you, Jean.

What? Oh, right.

Very mysterious, but I do like a free drink.

Eh, and I bet be free champagne.

It better be. This dress deserves more than cheap Prosecco.

Now, where is Dominic? We really must be going soon. Give him a quick ring.

Sorry. Sorry I'm late, everyone.

Oh, it doesn't matter, Dominic. You're here now.

Let me just finish my drink.

Have a fab time.

Yeah, come in.

Special invite only.

Enjoy yourselves.

Thanks, love.

You got plans, love?

Yeah, Patrick's doing a Christmas quiz. Me and Douglas will be swatching up.

You smell nice. Well, I've got my special aftershave on. You're very

lucky, actually, for giving me that bit.

You never know, Father Christmas might bring you some more tomorrow.

Oh, that'll be a nice surprise.

Oh, Jean, your bag.

Now, Dominic, this... Vintage dress will not love the back of your car.

Would you mind awfully, Jean, if I sat in the front?

Be my guest, Judith. Thank you.

Hope you get me.

Yeah, it's so funny.

In all the years I've lived in San Victoire, I've never been in here.

Really? No, I dropped Claudia off on a gold strip once, but I've never been

inside. Let's see what you've been missing.

Ah! Hello there.

We are the invited guests of Gabriel's jail bar.

Ah, oui, bien sûr. C'est dans la salle de réception.

I think she wants us to head to the event room.

Merci. Merci.

Et voilà!

I've never really seen the point in a museum.

Preserve our history, Judith.

Give people a chance to get up close to amazing works of art.

Well, I suppose so. But there's some...

to look at. I find them quite claustrophobic. I mean, where do you

start?

Hang on, darling, what about that trip we made to the Louvre when we first met?

Yes, how could I ever forget that?

I've never looked at a picture of Mona Lisa in quite the same way again.

You're in your element, aren't you?

What?

Oh, this way.

I remember the first time that my eyes set on you.

Your smile came from nowhere, or sometime never, or

sometime soon.

The road is a long one.

I was only passing through.

I was only passing through.

At least they've got the good...

Priority to priority.

Lovely escutcheon. It protects the door being scratched by the key.

Practical and fancy at the same time.

Merry Christmas, Jean White. Oh, Merry Christmas, Dominic Hayes.

So, there's a massive painting about them. Very beautiful.

This is a sublime example of a Baroque fresco.

Right.

It's very popular in Europe, but I've never seen one in Santa Clara before.

It's really exciting.

Yeah? Well, a fresco is basically a wall painting where the paint is

brushed straight onto wet plaster.

By someone called Baroque?

No, actually.

Baroque was an artistic movement of the 17th and 18th century.

So, like, paintings, music, architecture, everything was, like, big

and bold.

And sexy.

Dominic, very sexy. My absolute favourite era.

That is Dr Ali Pardi.

He's head of the charity L'Art Change La Vie.

What's that?

Something about art helping ex-prisoners or something. That sounds great.

That must be his wife.

I think her name is Sangeeta. I've invited her to several of my bridge

evenings, but to no avail.

And they're talking to George and Auriel Alphonse.

Huh?

As in Alphonse?

From Alphonse Crush?

What? The soft drink?

Oh, I used to love that.

Kept me awake at night when Claudia was a baby.

They're an amazing couple. They just floated their company last year for 100

million euros. Lucky sorts.

Apparently, they can't stand each other, but they can't leave because they are

literally too rich.

Ah-ha!

Jeremy!

Ça va, mon ami?

If you say so.

Ah, and Judith.

Mouah! Mouah!

Do, Jesus, will you ever age like us mere mortals? Oh, George, you really are

too much. Let me introduce you to our dear friends, Jean and Dom.

Very pleased to meet you. Oh, aren't you?

I was just saying I used to love your drink. Ah, well, not my drink anymore,

but thank you, Dom. I really appreciate that.

That's very kind of you. Very kind.

Thanks for witnessing my loan agreement, Andre.

Not a problem, Patrick.

I sometimes come across trouble with financial affairs, but having the chief

of police as my witness, that should shut them up.

Oh, no, Jean's left a phone.

I am on my way home now. I can drop it off for her.

What did she let her do at the museum?

No problem. That is near my house.

Oh, brilliant.

Au revoir.

Thanks again, Andre.

See you at the quiz later.

You will indeed.

I am bringing Richard.

She's very good at politics questions.

Merry Christmas.

Joyeux Noël.

I never thought I'd be mates with a cop, eh?

This dream job is wonderful.

Me too.

We have our whole lives ahead of us, but now we really have to get to work.

Gabriel, you're the new conservator of this museum. You can afford the quarter

of Polinesio. No, no, I'm kidding.

I'm kidding.

My only mission is to make this international museum shine.

We have the Alphonse who are ready to invest 10 million euros.

It would change everything.

We have to make sure it works.

Ah, Gabrielle, here he is, our curator himself.

Jeremy, Judith, good to see you both.

You too, Gabrielle.

And this is Jean White, delivered as promised.

Delivered? Oh, hello.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. White. Your expertise precedes you. Thank you

so much for being here. Oh, it's a pleasure.

This is my partner.

Your fiancé. Oh, yes, fiancé, Tom.

Yeah, it's quite a recent thing.

Congratulations to both of you. And this is my partner, Eve.

Hi.

And your field of expertise is, Mrs. White?

I'm an antique dealer. How quaint.

Shall we grab our horses differently?

Yes.

Oh,

you are darling, Gabriel.

I think you're going to fit in very well around here. Thank you. Yes.

And by the way, you threw that last glass down your neck.

We wouldn't want you going thirsty, would we?

Excuse me. I'm just going to run through my speech.

Ah, Jean, this is Dr. Ali Pardeep. We were telling you about his charity.

Oh, La Change La Vie, is it?

Oh, it sounds like you do some great work.

Oh, he does.

Oh, hi, I'm Auriel. Thank you. It's a vocation that absolutely consumes me,

I'm afraid, as my wife could confirm.

Lovely to finally meet you.

So how did you find this vocation?

Well, I'd been working in prisons for a few years as a visiting doctor, and I

saw so much artistic talent just hidden away in the cells that I felt compelled

to liberate it.

So I started an art club for the prisoners, and, well, the charity just

grew from there.

How interesting.

You let criminals play at being artists, then?

You know, that's exactly what we do. You're encouraging...

The egos of murderers. Is that what you're saying? Don't worry, Ali. I take

care of the charity in our business.

So you can ignore George.

And your husband is a very inspiring man.

Oh, he is indeed.

Excuse me.

Yes. Have we met somewhere before?

I can't think where.

Maybe at one of our outreach events.

Very much doubted.

I don't do presents or charity, dear.

Thank you.

Thank you, everyone, for being here tonight.

For tonight is a very special night for the museum.

Mr. and Mrs. Alphonse are very generously about to invest.

10 million euros, 10 million euros into our acquisition account. It will keep

the Museum afloat for many years.

Just a minute, Gabriel.

Remember what we discussed a couple of weeks ago when you first took the job.

If you have what you say you have, and it's the real deal, we are more than

happy to invest.

I want to be part of a museum that draws people in from all over the world.

But I need you to prove to me that I am making the right choice.

Of course.

The stakes are very high for us.

But I have contacts all over the world to make this museum great. I promise.

Madame White, this is where we could use your help.

Oh, right.

We apologize for not warning you beforehand, but everything had to be

completely top secret.

I'm intrigued.

We have something very rare, and we need you to verify it.

Jeremy and Judith told me you are second to none in your field, so please, will

you help?

Well, I'm here now, so yeah, of course.

Thank you.

If you will excuse me for one moment, ladies and gentlemen, we will go and

fetch our treasure.

So that's why I'm here. Makes sense now.

Gabrielle didn't tell me the fine details.

Just who I knew, who I trusted.

I was the best in the business, so I... Well, thank you.

You'd better be good, Mrs White.

And ensure it is what he says it is. We wouldn't want any mistakes.

Well, let's put it this way.

This isn't my first rodeo.

Oh, thank you, darling.

What's your name, dear?

Ellie.

Big cash tip, Ellie. If you keep our shampoos topped up, if you know what I

mean. I'll do my best, madame.

But I've never worked here before, so I don't know how much we have in stock.

Good girl. Off you pop.

It's been a while since I've had so much to deal with that it's a bit of a

hassle. And tell me, can I open the chest?

I'd really like to see the secret cache he told me about. Okay.

On the other hand, just write down the code correctly, because there's no

second chance, or it'll block you.

So, it's

32740957.

That's it.

So... Well,

here's my little wonder.

No, par contre, ça, il faut que tu le détruises immédiatement.

Non, non, vraiment.

Tiens, prends la boîte et on y va.

George,

George, George. So sorry, so sorry. What happened? I'll tell you what happened.

This poor excuse of a waitress of yours has ruined my bespoke shirt.

Are you stupid?

No, don't speak to her like that, George.

These things happen.

We can get it cleaned.

What's your name?

Ellie. I'm so sorry.

I'm pretty new at this. I'm actually a student.

Well, I would like to apologize for the neolithic behavior of my husband, Ellie.

Thank you.

George, we are going to pay for the cleaning, of course, but I can't clean.

Just leave it. I can do it. I can do it. Okay, perfect.

So where's the sandbox of yours?

Is that what I think it is?

Go on. What is it?

Oh, this is a French Ormolu gilt jewellery case owned by, I think,

Marie Antoinette herself.

Am I right?

Yes, exactly, Madame.

Well, I know there's one of these in the Museum of Tehran, but the only other one

was bought by Russian buyers at Sotheby's in 2007.

So how could it be here?

I have been totally obsessed with this box.

So I tracked it down over the years and persuaded them to sell.

Wow. Well, Gabrielle is right.

I mean, if you can get stuff like this, well, this is, like, such a fantastic

draw for the museum. Game-changer, really.

Well, so far, so good.

What?

Like what?

Gene?

It looks like a... like a bomb.

Oh, my God!

It doesn't just look like a bomb.

It's a marzipan.

Marzipan? I was in the army for years. I've recognised that smell anywhere.

What is it? It's Semtex.

Semtex? What can that do?

Put it this way, there's enough in there to blow this whole museum sky high.

Come on!

They won't move.

Well, what if we all lift together?

But they're locked.

Okay, okay.

Well, why don't we try the other exits?

No, no.

They will all be locked too. And all the windows are bound.

Oh my God, what the hell are we going to do?

Stop with the hysterics, George.

In case you hadn't heard, there is a Semtex bomb in that room. Yes, we all

know that.

Could we help?

Yes. How do we open this chute?

As far as I know, the security guard has fingerprint recognition.

She's the only one who can deactivate the code.

Where is the guard?

In the security booth.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

So, one fingerprint to control your entire security system. Stop it, George.

Yes, I let the security team arrange it between them.

I have only been here three weeks, so it was on my to-do list, but... Good grief.

So you have no idea how to deactivate it?

No. No idea.

Well, then.

Why don't we use her finger?

George! Really?

We can't.

Why not?

It's not like she's going to mind now, is she?

It's not that.

Once tissue is dead, it loses its electrical charge.

Hang on.

Now, I saw this on one of those American crime dramas, and it worked a treat. So,

let's give it a go, shall we? Good God, George.

Oh, I see.

You watched an entire box set.

So, of course, now you know more than an actual doctor.

I'm only saying, once the heartbeat dies, the electrical charge dies.

It won't work.

Can I ask a question, Gabriel?

The security guard.

What was her name?

It was Suzanne.

Shall we call her that, then?

Look, I'm not suggesting we sever Suzanne's finger.

George!

Leave it.

I can't be here.

No, no, no, because the front doors are solid oak, the shutters are solid steel,

and the walls, it's very thick Mediterranean stone.

Oh, that's just great.

So is the place bomb-proof as well?

They're not helping, George.

It's okay, I'll call Karen. Yeah.

Oh, well, there's no signal.

Ah, no, no, no. I haven't had any since I arrived because we are quite high up

and the walls are too thick. Okay, what's the Wi-Fi code?

I am going to share it with you.

I know I had my phone in the pub. I must have dropped it.

God!

No, the Wi-Fi is off too. But don't worry, don't worry. I have one moment. I

remember something.

What's going on?

Someone has sabotaged the comms cupboard.

It's beyond repair.

Comms cupboard?

It's where all the Wi-Fi hubs lead to to keep us on the Internet.

All the connections have been ripped to pieces.

Oh.

So we are completely trapped in here.

Oh.

Good God.

You have got a foolproof security system that you don't even know how to operate.

Who's a bloody fool now, eh? Hey!

Get your hands off him, you brute!

I'm fourth down black belt in jujitsu.

You lay one more finger on him and I will take you down. Do you understand?

Gentlemen, we have to calm down.

Don't suppose you serve Valium as well as champagne?

Valium. Is that the cocktail?

Never mind, dear.

So,

Someone knew that we were here tonight and trapped us under the threat of a

ticking bomb.

This psycho must really hate one of us.

Well, it was Gabriel who wanted us here. He sent the invite.

I don't think I would want my own museum to this and trap myself inside. Okay,

can we just stop sniping at each other, okay?

Can't be anyone here, can it?

I am not so sure.

What do you mean?

I do remember on my first debriefing they said once the shutters are

activated, they close very fast and there is very little time to get out.

Do you mean that the murderer might still be in the building?

Possibly.

Patrick, can you call Judith? I can't get hold of Dormant Jérémy.

Obviously, I have Jean's phone and I don't have Judith's number.

There is no answer at the museum and the doors are locked.

Something is not right.

You OK?

Yeah, I think so.

Karan just asked me if I can get in touch with Judith, but there's no

answer. She's with Jeremy and John. Give them a call. No, he's already tried that

and there's no reply from them either.

No one's answering the door.

I don't like the sound of that.

Nor do I.

Diane can look after the bar for now.

Electric Lady Verne outside?

Yeah. Then let's go.

What idiot takes the job as a curator of a massive museum and doesn't know how to

work the security system?

I have only been here...

three weeks, okay? There was so much to do that it didn't seem like a priority,

okay? Well, it's a priority now, isn't it, Gabriel? It's a priority now.

Gabriel, if you're going to say something,

say it in a language we can all understand, eh?

I beg your pardon.

For one moment, I thought we were in France.

If you have something to say, why don't you say it straight?

You clearly have something to hide, monsieur.

Bullying my partner, shouting at your wife.

Classic defense tactics.

How dare you suggest that I...

Hello? Hello? Can anyone hear me?

Hello? Hello? Hello?

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

Help! Help!

Dom? Dom, is that you?

Oh, thank God. Look, we are trapped inside the museum.

The shutters are down, the security guard's been murdered, and there is a

bomb ticking away.

What a bomb?

Okay, Dom, you need to say all that again, but much slower.

There is a bomb.

Someone has activated the security shutters. They can only be deactivated

by the fingerprint of the security guard.

But the security guard has been murdered.

Okay, Dom, have you seen the bomb?

Yes. What does it look like?

Okay, so it's like a big lump of orange bloke in here that looks like

Semtex.

There's an old-fashioned phone on one side and in the middle is a digital

clock counting down.

Three wires, a blue one, a red one and a yellow one.

How much time does the volunteer have?

59 minutes.

I will get help immediately.

I need you to keep this communication open.

Okay.

We will get you all out.

Dom?

Dom, you need to keep this channel open.

Andre, I can't hear you. Are you still there?

Andre?

Andre?

What are you doing? Hang on a sec.

Oh, bingo.

Karen, can you hear me?

Go come in.

I managed to speak to Caron. He's calling for help.

Brilliant. How did you manage that?

Well, Suzanne's walkie-talkie.

Oh, that's great. Well, we can use that then.

No, no, no. It's just died.

Maybe it just needs a new battery.

No, no. I tried that. There's no choice.

Oh, God.

Well, at least we're getting some help from the professionals.

Something you've needed for years, darling.

Caron will help us, won't he, darling? Oh, absolutely, darling.

Jean.

What? What's the matter?

I found this under the bomb.

For me?

I don't understand.

Who would do something like this to you?

I've no idea.

I mean, thinking about it, I've put a few people away over the years, but...

This is beyond the pale.

Look at the heart,

her fruit from above, her face like the sun, her heart full of love.

But fate is not kind, and her future is bleak.

To attempt to survive, one date do you seek?

Oh, come on, Gene, think.

Two attempts to survive, one date do you seek?

So? What do you reckon?

Well, it appears that this sicko wants me to find a piece of art in the museum

that matches the riddle.

Two attempts to survive, one date do you seek? So I'm guessing that you put the

date in the keypad.

To stop the bomb.

Wow.

Somebody must really hate me to go to all this trouble.

It's just a child's riddle. We should wait for help. For grief.

But what if help doesn't get her here on time?

Someone is out to get me. This is all my fault.

I've got to do something to help.

Lay.

OK, Jean, you've absolutely got to solve this riddle.

Come on, chaps, let's separate and find a way out of here. And, Gabrielle, you

attempt to override this god-awful security system.

Well, I think we should wait for the police.

Something you are very welcome to do on your own, George. I, for one, am going

to help Jean.

Yeah, yeah, me too.

I'm in.

Anything is worth a try. I do tech support for the charity.

Can I help?

Excellent.

Come on. Let's go to the wood.

Be careful.

I think it's essential that we keep dividing in order to conquer. Gentlemen,

follow me.

Okay, look at the heart. The heart, well, the heart could mean love.

Oh, no, that could be any work of art. Okay.

Okay, think, Jean, think.

Well, it could be the sacred heart, especially if it's qualified with fruit.

Oh, how so?

Well, Jesus in art is often referred to as fruit of the womb. Yeah, let's go

with that. Okay.

Faith like the sun.

Now, obviously, Jesus was the son of God.

And as the sun in the sky is often used as a metaphor for Jesus. So fate is not

kind. Well, fate wasn't kind to Mary.

Certainly wasn't too kind to Jesus either, was it? Well, exactly. But her

future is bleak. Her.

I think it's got to be about Mary and Jesus. It's got to be.

Right. I think we're looking for a religious painting or sculpture.

Well, there'll be a fair few of those, I'm sure. Yes, but particularly the

Madonna and Child.

There is about six main rooms.

Okay. Let's split up. Take a room each and report back.

Right. Thank you.

Me and Dom will take Medieval and Renaissance.

Judith, you do Modern Art.

Auriel, you do Metalwork. And Ellie, you do Jewelry and Glasswork.

And remember the Madonna and Child, okay?

This way.

Richard, did you contact the bomb squad?

Not great news, I'm afraid. The nearest active unit is Lyon, which is six hours

by car. They're trying to activate the plan to get here quicker, but it's not

looking good. What about overriding the security system?

We have contacted the company, but with it being Christmas Eve, we have the same

problem. The nearest engineer is in Marseille.

Oh, no.

There is no guarantee they will be here in time.

If there was another way in, I think I could deactivate it.

What?

Before I joined the gendarmerie, I trained in the bomb squad at La Police

Nationale. If it is a rudimentary device, I could deactivate it, I think.

Okay, what about the tunnels underneath?

Pardon? The museum's tunnels were part of the bomb shelter system during World

War II.

I remember the tall guy telling us when I brought Zapier on a visit.

Okay, I will go in.

I cannot put my best officer in danger, Richard. I will go in, you can advise

me. But, sir, I... That is an order.

Let's find the map.

On the count of three, we all pull together.

Ready? Ready.

One, two, three.

I haven't finished counting.

I think I've trapped a nerve in my shoulder.

It's a little dramatic.

We all work together. We stand more chance.

Do you just call me a giraffe?

There's just an observation.

You like making observations, don't you?

What's that supposed to mean?

Like observing other people's wives.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Do you think I was born yesterday?

I'm sorry?

The charity meetings with my wife.

The dinners.

Come on, Ali.

I've been through a phone.

I know what's going on with you two.

Don't tell me I'm wrong.

I said, tell me I'm wrong!

Sabat said everything, doesn't he?

George, I... Auriel is my wife.

Come on, George.

You haven't loved each other for years.

Even a stranger would know that. Just our shtick.

What? The couple thing.

The public act.

But when we get behind closed doors, we are still husband and

wife.

Oh.

So you think I'm lying to you?

Well, I don't know what yarn she's been spinning you, but it's true.

And I'll tell you something else that's true. I will do everything in my power

to make sure that you never raise another penny for your stupid

showdown. Please, this is no time for a bloody showdown.

Come on.

Judith? I didn't find anything.

Literally. Didn't even find a decent painting.

We thought we had a chance with the necklace, but there was no reference to

the sun.

Well, we can't give up.

We still have two other rooms.

Well, you two can go on looking, but I'll be very honest with you. I need a

little top-up of Dutch courage.

What in here?

Can you not hear that bomb ticking?

Yes, yes, I can.

But I'll be perfectly honest with you, Auriel.

If I am to get blown to smithereens, I'd really rather like not to remember it.

Let's keep looking. I'll take sculpture, you take ancient modern art. Okay.

Thank God the library was still open.

Right. This map dates from around 1943.

It shows the tunnels that were dug out and used as bomb shelters during World

War II.

I think it is the map she can't quite understand,

not you.

I have always been terrible with maps. It's a bit of an achity feel for me.

Désolée. That's because you're so young, love.

We forget we're the last generation that didn't have sat-nav. Hey, speak for

yourself. I'm 20 years younger than you, which makes me a straddler.

Straddle? I straddle pre- and post-technology. Doesn't matter what

form a map takes, I'm a daband.

Right, there's a labyrinth of tunnels under the museum.

You can see the entrances all around here, but they can only be accessed from

the inside.

Hang on.

This one looks like it's leading from the outside in. What do you mean?

Look. It starts off as a small one, then joins up with a bigger one.

What's its proximity?

Just underneath the main entrance.

Right around here somewhere.

Gloria, can you pull the van back a bit, love?

Okay.

Lovely, that's it.

There's your way in.

You're not going to open it up like that, are you?

You've got a crowbar in the van?

Yeah.

And a toolbox?

There's a knack for this.

Tell them.

Right.

Are you ready?

You are full of handy tricks, Patrick.

I'm not going to ask where you learned them.

Okay, I'm going in. Richard, get me an earpiece.

You'll need this as well. It's my head torch.

Thank you, Gloria.

Thank you. Are you sure I can't go with you?

Richard, I need you to take control here.

You are now in charge.

Yes, Major. Gloria, take this headset. I need you to stay on the map and on the

radio. You will be my ears and eyes.

When I reach the bomb, you will pass to Richard, okay? Will the signal be strong

enough down there?

This radio is analog. It's like a walkie-talkie. It works over short

distances because it doesn't need a signal to bounce up to the sky.

Okay.

Be careful in there.

I will.

I'm Loria. Can you hear me?

Yeah, you okay?

I'm fine. Which way?

Okay. You go into your left first.

Bingo. The shutters are connected to the museum's mainframe.

Meaning you don't need Wi-Fi?

Exactly. I may be able to override it if both systems are kept connected.

Where's your main computer?

It's in my office next to the event room.

What's your passcode?

It's Yves1234.

Yves, press your finger firmly on this pad.

I may be able to change a fingerprint identity to yours.

Gabriel, when a code pops up, press enter straight away.

Okay,

I'm going to your office.

Oh, hello.

What are you doing here?

I can't even move my little finger.

You're doing very, very well.

Yeah, well, now I'm out of my mind.

We're going to get out of it, we're going to get out of it, don't worry.

And how are you going to get out of it?

In any case, I wanted to tell you, it hasn't been very long since we've

known each other, but you've changed my life.

Oh, really?

That's too sweet.

What came

first, medieval or

renaissance? Medieval.

All right.

So medieval was the 5th to the 14th century and...

Related to the 14th and 17th.

Correct.

Yeah, no, it says it here on the card.

This is beautiful.

It's hand-spawn wool and silk.

This is called a verdoux tapestry, derived from the French word for green.

Vel. Yeah.

How do you do that?

What? No, all that.

It says it on the card.

Touche.

These two look how I feel.

How come none of them ever smiled?

There was a theory that they didn't want to show their bad teeth.

In fair dues.

I think it was just really hard work to maintain a smile whilst you're having

your portrait painted.

I mean, sitting there for hours like that.

Not like taking a selfie, is it?

That's true.

Don, come out.

Look at the heart, her fruit from above, her face like the sun, her heart full of

love. I mean, I wouldn't think that with her face, it's funny.

Tonatello, terracotta.

Did you look at the card?

Oh, well, he's one of my favourites. Mind you, there is a debate that it

could have been Revere, but... It says it's on loan from Florence.

Well, it fits all the clothes.

Can I have your phone?

We'd better get back to the other... Almost time left, is there?

I love you, Jane White.

Tom, we will get out of here.

Yeah? Yeah, come on.

One, two, three.

All right, all right, all right.

Let's just take a minute.

Good idea.

So, how did you find out about the affair?

I wasn't sure at first, but I'd had my suspicions for months.

What made you so suspicious, if you don't mind?

No, I don't mind, I don't mind.

We run our businesses like clockwork, and then all of a sudden she becomes

interested in charity.

Now, I wouldn't mind, but we haven't.

set aside for charity or tax relief, as I'd like to call it. Absolutely.

And the only charity she really did was just turn up, snip the ribbon, until she

met him. Ah, Dr Padipa. Mm-hm.

We met him, and then she became obsessed with going to his meetings for his

prison art malarkey.

You couldn't get enough of it. Oh, we should see the difference it makes.

Blah, blah, blah.

And then there's all the obvious signs.

Never leaving her phone unattended.

Always going in a different room to check her messages.

You know, I never loved another woman.

I just thought...

she didn't love me as much as she used to.

That we'd always have respect.

You're right, old chap.

Once the respect is gone... Come on, George.

We've got to find a way out of here.

Come on.

Where is everybody?

Oh, hello.

Who have we here?

What a zero chance with my reading that tiny writing.

You do have a look of a female, I suppose. But is that a child?

Oh, bloody hell, I forgot to pick up my glasses.

I know.

Oh, I see.

The only child was a thief in wheat.

Really?

Okay,

the tunnel on your left appears to lead to another exit.

But the tunnel ahead of you takes you to a door that leads you into the museum.

Okay, give me a second.

It's locked!

The door's locked.

Give me your hand, sir.

Andre, describe the lock to me as best you can.

It is a rectangle with a large keyhole in the middle. Looks like a church door

lock. And it is very rusted.

Sounds like a rim lock. Not too tricky.

So... Use the screwdriver attachment on your multi-tool to turn the lock

to your right.

Okay, I'm ready.

I give in.

What do you mean, George knows?

He just came straight out with you.

Said he'd been looking through your phone.

Looking through my phone?

How?

He never leaves my sight.

We hardly see each other. We live separate lives.

That's not what he said.

What?

He implied that the two of you are still very much in love.

And that this whole dislike thing is just an act.

Ali, that is rubbish.

We don't even sleep in the same room.

And the worst bit of it is he said he's going to make sure that I don't receive

another penny for the charity.

Oh, that's the worst thing, yeah?

Well, it's nice to hear you've got your priorities straight.

Don't, Oreo, you are my priority.

But if you're still in love with him... Ali, please, it's rubbish.

He's just bitter, believe me.

I love you.

Did you find anything?

Oh, I've taken a picture of a few pieces, but I haven't really got a clue

what I'm looking for.

Yeah, I mean, the riddle is a little vague. Yeah, that's the understatement

of the century.

But the bomb threat is very clear.

Yeah, yeah, we should find the others and regroup, yeah?

That's what I was thinking.

Oh, no, they're all locked.

Surely that idiot Gabrielle has a set of keys.

I think we've established, George, that Gabrielle has literally no idea where

they are.

Oh, hello, you two.

Oh, hello, darling.

Any success?

Oh, it's bloody useless.

I can't find one single religious painting.

I've tried my utmost, and that's all I can do.

It's all so hopeless.

How are you getting on? We've tried all the doors and windows.

Nothing. How utterly infuriating.

Maybe we should get back to the others. Good idea, George. Come on.

We will get out of here, won't we, darling?

Oh, come here.

Of course we will, my darling.

Nothing seems to be biting.

Take your time.

That is something we do not have.

I think I can kick the door in. No, no, no, no. Don't do that. We don't want any

unnecessary vibrations.

Andre?

Andre?

Andre?

Any choice?

Yes.

Oh, no.

This is a picture by Camille Corot in 1860, and it's of a normal earthbound

human child.

Sorry. No, it's okay.

Ellie, anything? I couldn't find the card for this, but it looks like a

modern art version of Mary and Jesus.

Well, is it?

No.

I'm afraid not.

It looks like modern art, but I think it's a copy of the famous Corotrophos,

which is one of the earliest Neolithic finds in Greece.

6,000 BC.

Not with George and Jeremy then, Ali?

No, the... We couldn't... The doors.

I've got something to tell you.

Oh, Dawn.

Oh, how did it go? We're really trapped.

Tried everything.

Every window, every door is either deadlocked or barred.

Judith, did you find anything to match the poem?

I found a painting that might be a mother and child, but I'm not entirely

sure it's the right way up.

No.

Don, can you get up that picture with Donatello, please?

Two attempts to survive, one day do we seek.

Do you think it's time to put our best option in?

Don't really have a choice, do we?

Or shouldn't we wait to see if Sangeeta and the others have had some success?

I don't think there's any harm in trying.

Yes, Patrick.

We lost you for a few moments. You had us worried.

So, how are you doing?

I'm a little trapped.

Part of the roof has collapsed and formed a barrier between me and where I

came in.

Can you dig your way out?

At the moment, that does not seem possible.

Okay, so we must keep trying the lock.

The lock is so rusted I just can't seem to get a grip.

There's a blockage in the tunnel and he can't get out.

How's he doing with the lock?

He said he can't get a grip because it's all rusted up.

Rusted? Give me the headset.

Andre, this may seem like a stupid question, but what's your gun holster

made of?

Mainly leather, I think, but with some rubber on the inside.

Great. Take your knife and slice a thin piece of rubber off.

OK, I've done that. Put it in the lock and rub as hard as you can.

OK.

Is it working? Yes.

Yes, it's working.

How did you know how to do that?

Oh, mechanic's trick. Ross hates rubber.

I'm babbling you back to Patrick.

Right, I'm going to try the lock again.

OK, Andre, remember, screwdriver up.

What's happening, André?

André? It's not opening, Patrick!

Okay.

I want you to describe it for me again as best you can with every detail.

Every detail you can.

It's brass, I think, with a fancy design on it, like a fleur-de-lis, sort of.

Patrick, you idiot. It's an old French lock.

I'm going to try something different, Andre.

Turn it to the left very, very gently.

Then turn it one more time.

It's unlocked!

Yes!

OK, Andre.

Once you're through the door, you go into your right.

Can't believe I got it so wrong. But you can't blame yourself, Jane. Well, I felt

it. I sent you all on a wild goose chase.

You did something, though.

Yeah, and I got it wrong.

I don't want to die like this, Jeremy.

Oh, I know, my darling, I know.

Why didn't you tell me it'll all be all right?

What? You always say it'll all be all right, darling, and it always is.

Well...

How much time have I got left?

How much time has he got left?

Only 17 minutes, I'm afraid.

17 minutes, Andre.

Do you

want

to know what I bought you for Christmas?

You know I prefer a surprise.

But you might not get to see it.

I want to keep it a surprise.

Thank you, Jeremy.

What for?

Our life together.

I've had such a lovely time.

I thought...

After losing the twins, we wouldn't last.

Lots of couples live over there, you know.

I know, my darling.

I know.

Maybe, if there is something after this life, we can meet them again.

That's a nice thought, isn't it?

That's a wonderful thought, darling.

Anyway, I'm glad we're here together.

I've always dreaded the thought of going first and leaving you behind.

Me too.

Tangita, she's dead.

No. What?

Are you sure?

Both of you. How?

She has been shot.

Shot? She was trying to change the fingerprint control and needed access to

the main computer in my office. So she left us and went to the office, waited

for ages.

And you just found her there? Yes.

I need to see her. No, no, no, I'm not sure you should. Look, I'm a doctor.

Maybe she's still alive.

Take me to her.

Ali, Ali, listen, look at me.

I just need to see my wife.

Show me to your office.

Okay.

Everyone needs to stay here. No one must leave.

Don't come with me.

Yeah.

Ali,

you can't touch her.

I am a doctor and her husband. I know, but this is a crime scene.

What?

This... still a very good chance that we could get out of here.

And if we do, we want every shred of evidence intact, don't we?

Ali is having an affair with Ariel.

I saw them in the corridor together. Said him and George almost came to blows

at one point.

Well, that gives him a motive.

To get rid of his wife so he can marry a billionaire.

Exactly.

Come on, if it is him, we can't leave him alone with Gabrielle for too long.

All the banking codes, they are gone.

Are you sure they were in there earlier?

Yes, when I came to get the envelope from the safe, I clearly remember seeing

the file.

And who else knew the combinations of the safe?

Only me.

And Yves, he helped me collect the envelope earlier.

Okay.

We all have to stay in the same place.

It's what Karen would make us do. Yeah, yeah, you're right. But we have to stick

together.

There's a murderer amongst us.

Gloria, I must be near. I can hear voices.

You're right underneath the event room.

Carry on for about another ten yards and you'll see a ladder on your right.

That'll lead you directly up to the museum.

Are you okay, love?

Yes,

I'm fine.

Yards to meters.

Multiply the length given in yards by 0.9144.

I found the ladder.

You found the ladder?

I'm heading up now, Gloria.

Well done, Audrey. You're nearly there.

The security engineer has now landed at the airport and she's on her way now in

a police car.

Brilliant. Excuse.

RJ, can you hear me?

Maybe we should start praying to them paintings we found.

It looks like that's our only choice.

You like to have a choice, don't you?

What's that mean to me?

You know exactly what that means.

If you've got something to say, George, why don't you just come out with it?

If I've got something to say, I will decide when I say it.

Always loving the control, eh, George?

Even when we're about to die, you still have to be in control.

You know the best thing about this situation?

We're both going to die together.

Which means you won't inherit a thing.

Wow.

Just when I thought you couldn't go lower.

I'm trying to work out the murder in real time.

Get Jeremy and Judith over to help, will you?

Hey, you two.

Jean needs help.

I'm not sure I'm much help to anyone, Dominic.

Judith's not feeling great.

We're all not feeling great, Jeremy.

Sorry. Sorry, I didn't mean to, no.

No, actually, I did.

Jean is over there, trying so hard to help us, to help all of us. The very

least you two can do is to help her, OK?

Oh, sorry, old chap. Yes, of course.

Oh, great.

OK. So, whoever murdered Sangeet and Suzanne had something to do with the

bomb and this whole nightmare evening.

It makes sense for everything to be connected.

Yeah. Who would kill Sangeet? Who would murder someone like that?

Well, Alice having an affair with Ariel.

Oh, yeah, don't tell me. What?

Yeah, George just poured his heart out to me. The poor chap is broken. Yeah,

and I saw Ali and Arielle in the corridor earlier talking about it.

Do you think he bumped off his wife to run off with a billionaire?

That's what I said.

Or maybe George killed her to frame Ali.

You're certainly on the verge of it. Or maybe Arielle killed her in a jealous

rage because she couldn't wait a moment longer for Ali.

In the office, Gabrielle said all the code.

The museum's bank had been stolen from the safe. Yeah, and he was certain that

they were there earlier.

So could that have something to do with it?

Oh, it's all so confusing.

My head hurts.

Tom, come with me.

There's only one person that used the map.

Of course.

You're so smart.

She couldn't be in two places at once.

I mean, she was definitely here when we arrived.

So how could she be murdering the security guard at the same time?

Unless... This is good, Jen.

Tom.

Tom. Give me the hand with this.

Let's go in here.

What the hell?

Who on earth is this?

Jean, for God's sake, explain. What on earth is going on?

Honey, can you just a minute?

I'm intrigued.

We still have a few minutes before we escape.

How did you know?

Eve.

What are you doing?

Go on, Madam White.

It didn't come to me straight away.

Then I worked out that it was you who killed Sangeeta and stole the bank code.

You mistakenly left your map on the floor at the side of the safe.

I suppose when Sangeeta came in to override the fingerprint control, well,

she caught you red-handed.

And then I worked it back.

I mean, how did you get in the safe in the first place?

Only Gabrielle and Eve knew the combination, so it made sense one

of them was your accomplice.

And then I remembered, earlier in the evening, Sangeeta recognised you,

Eve.

From a prison outreach event.

Have we met somewhere before?

Very much doubt it.

I don't do prisons or charity here.

I assume you've not been out of prison for very long.

Thank you to recognise you from something so recent.

You've... You've been cool.

But you, Alia... I couldn't work out how you could be in two places at once.

Serving champagne here and, well...

murdering the security guard down there.

But you weren't, were you?

This is what I think.

You went to the museum and you forced the security guard to activate the

shutters.

Once you started to

bomb,

You raced up here, changed your outfit, and you placed the bomb

in the cabinet.

Outside this room.

Then you accosted that poor waitress.

And you bundled her into the cupboard.

It's brilliant, really.

All Eve had to do was hire an agency waitress who looked a little bit like

you.

No one had ever met either of you before, so no one would realise that you

were an entirely different person.

But how did you get the bomb inside the Ormolu?

Well, you throwing champagne over George was no accident, was it?

The minute that you heard Gabrielle and Eve in the corridor, that was your cue

to cause a distraction.

Giving Eve just enough time to plant the note with

me and to put the bomb in the box.

Very good, Madame White.

I thought I'd understand the murder and steal the bank codes.

But why the bomb?

Why the poem?

Well, that is what you would all take to your grave without knowing.

But there's no way out.

Not for you, anyway.

The security engineer is almost here.

We've only got two minutes left.

Two of the most important people in my life are in that building.

Heads down, please.

Right.

I'm going to smash this door down. What's the point?

There's enough Semtex in there to block the whole bloody building.

But they managed to escape, didn't they? God, I didn't think I was going to die

from a bomb in a bloody jewellery box.

Maybe the actual box is the clue.

It's an actual Marie Antoinette box.

This is a picture of Marie Antoinette dressed as a Vestal Virgin by Charles

Leclerc in 1777.

In relation to the poem, Fruit from Above, well, Marie Antoinette's father

was a pope.

Faith, like the sun, well, she was married to the great-great-grandson of

the sun king, and Faith was not kind. Well, it wasn't kind for her. She had

her head cut off.

It would be all right.

Oh, Judith.

Judith, you're a genius. The box, Marie Antoinette. Of course it was to do with

her. Oh, I'm getting too old for this. Clever, clever darling. I'm so pleased I

didn't tell you what I bought you for Christmas.

What happened?

Nothing.

Listen, I don't want to break up the party, but we are still locked in. I

know we don't have the threat of the bomb anymore, but we are still locked

in. Come on, let's get this door open.

Right, come on.

Right, okay. I count three. One, two, three.

One.

I must have loosened it earlier.

Loosened it.

It's a real dreamboat there, eh, my darling wife?

Come on! Come on, come on! The shutters are opening!

Come on!

Come on, come on! Oh, Karen, you little beauty!

James,

you all right?

Am I glad to see you. You too.

I must have been so scary.

He had his moment.

Oh, Dominic, Merry Christmas.

Well, yeah, I wouldn't exactly say that, but...

Very good.

Where's Carol?

What happened?

He came in to get you.

How? The tunnel's underneath the museum.

The what?

There's a load of bomb shelters.

It was my idea, but... His radio's gone silent.

We think he has fallen.

I had to wait and see if the bomb exploded before they went to check on

him.

preparing to go and find him now.

I assume

these two have something to do with all

this. I thought I killed you.

Not quite.

Oh, Andre, it's so good to see you.

Good to see you, mate.

Jean?

Richard.

Jean, can you fill me in on what happened?

Then I will interview those two in the morning.

What? Now?

Are you sure you're up to it?

You know I like to keep busy at Christmas.

Wait, Pete, I'll deal with it.

Cameron, what have you done to your poor baby?

I'm not

sure

I like brunch.

What? Well, the word, the blending of two words to make another, like motel.

Portmanteau. God bless you.

Portmanteau is a blending of two words to make another one.

Although, portmanteau also means a leather cape in two sections.

Where would we be without your brain, eh?

Don't be daft.

No, I mean it.

I saved a lot of lives yesterday.

Oh, well, I did what I had to do. Yeah, and what only you can.

Well, thank you.

Now, can I tempt you to a cottage?

What? It's the croissant with the sausage inside.

And portmanteau in.

Fresh coffee?

Oh, thank you, Patrick.

Why aren't we, darling?

I'm terribly hungry this morning.

I think it's all the trauma.

Of course, darling.

It can do that.

I remember when me gran was ill. All anybody could do was make sandwiches

like it. Make everything better.

Feeding the soul?

Not with white slice and beef paste. We ended up feeding the duck.

There you are. Plenty more where that came from. Oh, lovely.

Will you sit down? We've got loads here. We need to save a little bit of room for

Christmas dinner. You sound just like I did when you were a nipper.

Do you know, one Christmas morning, he ate three packets of mince pies and half

a Christmas cake before breakfast.

How old is he?

Five?

Fifteen, actually.

I was a little bit worse for wear, but I didn't know that then. I just needed a

sugar rush.

I have never really believed in hangovers.

I think it's a case of mind over matter.

I think that's why I've never had one.

Ah,

Karen is ready for me to go over.

Oh, I meant to come with you.

No, no, it's all right, it won't be long.

I've just got to bob over to the station and Andre needs my help.

Can I have some food with you?

Oh, no, I'm really full.

For Andre and Rochelle.

Oh, yeah, great idea.

Tell them that they're both invited to lunch, four o'clock star. Will do.

Talking of stars, do you think it's too early for a little champagne?

Wonderful idea, darling.

Copy bloody DM after yesterday, that's what I say.

I'll get some glasses.

Hey.

What?

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas?

What's the matter?

After yesterday, I don't like anything.

Don't be daft. It won't be gone long.

Yeah, I know, but... I tell you what, why don't you get on the morning shampoo

and you won't even know I'm missing?

Happy Christmas.

Well, it would be if we could get you to speak.

Oh, no joy.

Nothing from him.

He's just playing games.

But the girl, I think, is starting to break.

That's why I asked you here.

She's upstairs.

Oh, from Patrick.

So,

what happened?

No comment.

Why did he plant the bomb?

No comment.

And why the poem?

No comment.

Look, I can understand you killing who you need to to steal the bank codes.

But why the bomb? Why the poem?

Well, I don't know you and you don't know me.

Well, the poem was obviously not my idea.

So, there was someone else involved?

Of course.

I know nothing about bombs, less about poems, and I had no idea

who you were until yesterday.

So what happened?

No comment.

If you are trying to protect someone, I would ask you to consider how important

they are to you.

It will affect your sentence considerably.

The last time I was in prison, I shared a cell with a woman who worked as a

consultant at the museum.

She knew everything about it.

Every nook and cranny.

She said if I kept in touch once I got out, she would be able to help me get

inside, override the security system,

steal the bank code, and get out, Godfrey.

Go on.

So I kept on visiting her.

And sure enough, we came up with a plan.

I got my friend Eve involved, flirting with that idiot of a curator, Gabrielle,

to get someone on the inside.

Phil!

Why me? Why the bomb?

It was very plain.

The last time I went to see her, she had found out through her contacts.

That you,

Mrs. Jean White, would visit the museum on Christmas Eve.

And?

She was wild, cold with rage.

God, she really hated you.

So, instead of a simple robbery as planned, I was to plant a

bomb and a letter to you.

She said I would be safe.

That there was a way out under the museum.

She said it was a game she liked to play with you.

It all seemed a bit psychotic to me.

But then again, so did she.

And I had nothing to lose.

So I did what she said.

What was her name?

Barbara.

What?