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I give up.

I don't believe any of this.

However, it is very true.

Unbelievable, but true.

I challenge you to see if
he understood anything.

Listen here.

January 27, 1995

Charles Bouitton's 80th birthday.

Do you remember him?

It made a lot of "noise".

A lifetime in the spotlight.

He reached the front page of the newspapers,
not remembering how many times.

But some of those
newspaper headlines "hit" back.

With revenge .

This is Jean.

The Butler.

You know... you always need a butler.

Get in.

Here it is.

Charles Bouitton one of the
most powerful men of the time.

A billionaire.

A rich billionaire.

And of course... Linda.

His third wife.

I'm sure you recognize her.

Isn't she gorgeous?

It's time.

Did they all come?

Yes, sir.

All.

Yes indeed, they all came.

I mean his family.

This is Josh, his nephew.

And Magdalen his future ex.

One more?

Refrain.

Go and fuck yourself.

I'm coming down right away.

You go ahead, Linda.

Charles' niece,
Melissa and her husband Larry.

Don Perignon.

It starts again, it ignores me.

What the?

Nobody likes it.

All right, but don't take long.

I don't want to
mess with your "rats".

His children, Luke and Christian.

God help.

Clit.

They finally realized.

Shut up.

What the?

It's a hoax.

That may be so.

A malformation that
produces two bottoms.

What to see.

Your answers are wrong my dear.

Just by marrying you.

Paulette, his sister.

Be careful here.

Maurice,
gift tamer or tax deductor as you prefer.

Have finished?

Yeah, I just wanted to...
say something.

Maurice,
you're the only man I know who can

supports something
without marking anything.

- Paulette, you are invaluable.
- Yes, that's what I tell myself.

And finally Charles' cousin,
Clara Bouitton.

It is said that he once
even faced a cobra.

He charges her
with an identity crisis.

Maurice!

I understand that some
people can't stand alcohol.

But first you have to drink it.

Do you need anything else, sir?

Not now.

What do you think is happening?

I'm not playing with you.

I'm just asking.

Paulette, how cute.

One of your priceless beaver furs.

Yes, hands down, dear Magdalen,
you just don't want to wake her up.

Maybe I want to.

I think this would be the only
opportunity to resurrect this party.

How strange to notice the prerogative
caught in their own trap of freedom.

And delicious.

He better not let her
out of the sanitarium.

It's an asylum, Clara, and it's mine.

I come and go as I please.

Not if it was the way I wanted it.

Look at him.

What is he thinking?

Not that it matters in any way.

Things will happen no matter what.

My dear Frankie,
please bring more drinks.

I want to forget what
I'm going to remember.

NOTHING WILL BE MORE (NO
MORE BETS = BETS WERE MADE)

Here's the thing.

He fell on the steps of the house.

In fact, someone pushed him.

Who did it?

His wife.

His children.

Or one of the other "rats"?

Each of them believed
that this was their end.

But actually...

it was just the beginning.

The health of billionaire
Charlea Bouitton

remains unknown
after the accidental fall

since celebrating his 80th
birthday just 2 weeks ago.

The Bouitton family is back on
the front page of every newspaper

a year after Charles's daughter
was abducted and released

and only a few months after the theft
of the famous 27-carat ruby necklace

worth $ 11 million.

Jesus.

Not just me.

We are on all channels again.

They are on all channels again.

I told him to stop
finding out their secrets.

I am a special race.

They are those 1% of those 1%.

And?

So damn your job.

Exact.

The history of this family
raises many questions

regarding the fall.

Sources in the family entourage
support the hypothesis of a crime.

Was the fall an accident?

I don't understand you, Charles.

What does he say?

Rida blast.

What this means?

Nothing at all.

Jean!

He's trying to tell us something.

Charles, what is it?

I think we should
call the doctor back.

Maybe an exorcist.

What is it, Charles?

Suddenly I feel Italian.

With all their specific features.

What else does that mean?

A miracle?

Or a prank because I want to tell you very
quickly that I don't believe in miracles.

- Who are you? - Mrs. Pruitt.

And you know it well.

Yes I know her.

And I'm still trying to forget.

If that's a joke of yours, too

I left here, do you understand me?

But my dear,
no matter how beautiful you are

anger doesn't hold you back at all.

I am above anger I am
completely confused.

As you know, I'm not going
to die until I'm well and ready.

But now I'm fine...

but not nearly ready.

However,
one thing became very clear to me

while I was floating...

between conscious and unconscious.

What?

The future.

You can leave.

Nobody's leaving.

No one.

I won't say another word

until at least one witness
comes to my choice.

Stop being so childish.

Childish, me (me)?

Childish?

I'm looking at you, Linda,
my wife, my beautiful wife

which I now realize you could be
the one who pushed me up the stairs.

I refuse to be a character
in your third grade story.

If you think your family wants you dead,
then do it.

"Leave me alone."
- All right, all right.

Then look at me, directly at me.

Tell me if you really care about me.

What would you say?

It doesn't matter what I say.

Who hired Sister Ratched here?

I hired her.

She is the best in her field.

Exactly what I was saying.

You are one of them.

One of them.

We all know they want me to die.

Then very well, I will not stand to
see this nonsense in front of them.

Where are you going?

My dear, my dear, listen.

Maybe it's time for my lawyers
to start talking to your lawyers.

You're too poor to make such a threat,
my dear.

- Linda! - Yes.

Take this with you.

- I don't like...
- I don't like... you.

Take your pelican
legs and get out of here.

Old and unbearable old man.

Jean, Jean, Jean, Jean

Don't be in such a hurry Jean.

Foot massage.

A very strange family.

I wonder who will be the
next to fall down the stairs.

Ciao.

You almost tricked us with the trick
with the Italian prepared for death.

But...

Sir,
I think you would be more than helpful

if you could tell me
what the prank is.

What prank?

I'm not kidding about anything.

I'm trying to cope
with the situation.

Situation,
do you understand what I mean?

Yes, sir.

But is this situation so
different from all other situations?

- Shut up. - Yes, sir.

I will say something very profound.

What the hell was I
thinking when I did that?

Sir?

Linda was right.

I'm the victim of a pathetic
family plot of mysterious murder.

My own family.

Looks like an idea
is about to come up.

You're definitely right.

Frankie!

It's just you, keep quiet.

Because of you,
he's going to fire us both.

Don't you think I have a right to
know what's going on in this house?

The answer to your question is NO.

Are you telling me you're not at all
curious to find out what's going on beyond?

Is that what happened?

To spy?

Ask Octopussy here,
I have other things to do.

Frankie!

Frankie!

Frankie, stop.

You need to stop these.

You've seen too many soap operas.

You just wouldn't want to...

Maybe I'd like you to...

Get back to work.

"Be careful where you go, butler."
"I'm sorry, ma'am."

It's not for me.

Is he dying or making fun of us?

He's dying,
but he's making fun of us.

I thought so too.

"I'm leaving tomorrow morning."
- I thought so.

What he wants?

He wants everyone here.

Hey!

Are there really no
rules in this house at all?

I thought breaking the rules
was the new rule in this house.

"With Magdalen's departure."
"And Mr. Bouitton's resuscitation."

And where is the house monster?

In his office.

It's time to dump him.

That's all you're up to,
that's my job.

It scares me the most.

And as I always say:
better outside than inside.

Smoke again and drink again.

That's how we men
survive when we see you.

Let's hope you don't.

Stop!

Stop!

- Please stop.
- Stop what? Stop what?

Your existence.

- Your pills. - You take them.

Shall I knock you to the ground?

Sharon Stone told me that once.

In a dream.

Where else.

Now you're gone.

Still a ruffled old man.

Jean.

Sir?

Will they all participate?

Yes sir, everyone will come.

An idea came to me.

For which I will become famous

or for which I will
become invaluable.

I don't know yet which one I prefer.

Did you understand me?

Not sir.

You pray?

If necessary, sir.

Then go and pray.

Why does it always bother
you when someone feels good?

Yes.

- Linda.
- Oh, it was you.

How are you?

The reason for my existence.

My perforated ulcer.

- What do you want Charles?
- You look naked to me.

I will not take part in this
pathetic meanness, I will not return.

Listen to me for a moment.

What are you going to say?

That you're sorry.

Not at all.

I just want you to listen.

I'll tell you something
that will shock you.

Are you still there?

Yes, yes, you said you wanted to shock me, although
I don't think you'll succeed, but give it a try.

I'm going to do something that
has never been done to you before.

I will trust you.

I wouldn't do this for you because
I'll figure out what you're going to do.

I know I know.

I have always believed in evil
minds that think the same way.

They will all come in two days.

I want you on my side.

I'm sorry I won't be available.

What if I offered you...

double your 72 million?

Now everything was like a book.

The night of the 18th,
the following Friday night.

But what do you do when
you don't want a witness?

Get rid of the servants.

You "play" too much with him.

Okay,
but don't say I didn't warn you.

You better tell me everything later.

Let the games begin.

- You're still here. - Excuse me?

I made a bet with myself.

Then you will definitely win.

My bet is you're not a real butler

but you're actually an actor...

who plays the role of butler
actually very unconvincing.

What a splendid imagination you have,
you should be a writer.

What kind of writer,
concrete or fictional?

Maurice, three husbands,
two world wars

and even the Titanic

they didn't knock me down but
these rattles could be fatal to me.

Can you sing anything else?

I apologize to everyone.

- Chopin, sometimes I get lost in them.
- Good idea.

- Which? - Get lost.

Jean, honey,
is it true that Linda is gone?

Finally.

It's none of my business to say anything,
ma'am.

Aha, so it's true.

Buttocks, wigs and bald heads.

What a nice view.

Doesn't it look so much better?

Hi all.

How is your poor leg?

After that fall,
I was so scared of you.

I wonder,
didn't you push me up the stairs?

In your place I would not wait for
an acknowledgment of the deed.

He's always kidding.

Daddy, you worried us all.

You look good, Dad.

I'm better now, I'm better now.

You weren't the one who
pushed me up the stairs, were you?

What an ugly thing to say.

Remember we come
from the same family.

If I wanted to kill you, I certainly
wouldn't have this conversation now.

I'm so proud of him.

What a strange thing to say.

That we keep talking
about weird things.

Why are we all here together
again at the same time?

Strange you asked that.

Time is of the essence.

Not to mention the detours.

I don't have to avoid you,
do you, Aunt Clara?

No, you don't have to,
but you still do that, don't you?

I should have said that,
but that's right.

Finally, as soon as everything is ready
in the room where we will have dinner

we will all go there and...

we will solve the problem.

- Everything is ready.
"Just in time, Jean."

Come on, come on, come on.

Everyone after me.

Come on, vulvae.
( Cunts = vagina, vulva )

See you upstairs.

Maurice doesn't touch me.

You may have noticed
that we all gathered here.

But still... we're not all here.

I'm glad Daddy, I'm proud of you.

To get rid of a leech,
you really need cold blood and big balls.

And we all know how
cold your balls are.

Just so you know,
it's a family heirloom.

You can tell, Dad,
it was definitely Linda who pushed you.

Is it true Charles can we finally
talk about Linda in the past tense?

As long as I'm in the spotlight,
you can use whatever time you want, Paulette.

- The end of the first part.
"Just like a play."

... by her smell.

How invigorating,
for the first time since I joined this family

I never thought I'd
hear anything like that

TRUTH

And because we all tell the truth
in front of us, the feeling is mutual.

I have to admit it has
a magnificent style.

You have Linda style.

Let's get things done.

What do you do?

What's going on?

Yes, Uncle Charles, what do you care?

The future worries me.

In fact, your future.

Because of what happened this year...
how can I express myself better?

Of unusual events.

Unusual events?

Yes, kidnapping, theft, attempted
murder unusual events do not you think?

Depends.

I'm not even asking you
what you mean by that.

- Why?
"Because you're going to tell me."

Quiet.

I'm not done talking yet.

Now, we need to talk about my wealth.

Or if you prefer your inheritances.

If there is one.

Some decisions need to be made.

Now that I'm facing death

face to face.

Good evening.

Charles, are you dying?

We are all there.

It's just a matter of time.

And you are the ones I stayed with.

My dear sister Paulette

and her husband Maurice.

How long have you been married?

I don't really want to know, no, no.

Maurice,
hell will come as no surprise to you.

I often wondered how this would end.

Who will kill whom.

Looks like we'll never know.

If not...

you will do something
extremely unusual

tonight.

But just so you know,
I'm not forcing you on anything.

Josh!

That's my Boy.

You look exactly like
my brother gone from us.

And I'm not necessarily
saying that's a good thing.

Oh, well, it's going to be one of
those "regular" evenings, isn't it?

I don't know what "ordinary"
evenings you're talking about.

You know,
the best thing you've ever done

it was to marry Magdalen.

Charles,
how nice of you to say such a thing.

Well, my dear,
you two really deserve each other.

My dear Melissa

and her husband Larry my trusted accountant.
(C.P.A = PUBLIC ACCOUNTANT CERTIFIED)

I'm not going to tell you
how I really feel about you.

Because I feel very kind tonight.

Charles!

If I didn't know you,
I'd be offended.

Isn't that funny?

Who are you really?

Aunt Clara!

An unsinkable battleship.

Not that we wouldn't have tried.

Be careful you're about to say
something serious by mistake.

Never.

Never, never, never, never, never.

Yes,
because we are talking about mistakes.

Luke and Kristen my joys and pride.

But also my punishments.

It's not my fault if I'm not
the way you wanted me to be.

Yes,
it was ugly of you to say such a thing.

Sit down.

- Good. - Yes, sir.

The righteous are well trained.

And finally my wife Linda.

The third wife.

The biggest disappointment.

Honey, you're making me blush.

You, all those with legal minds.

I imagine where the phrase
"poisonous fruit" comes from.

It's the fruit that came out
of something very rotten.

Well,
I also benefited from such fruits

repeatedly.

And now I've finally
discovered that I am

I myself was the poisonous tree.

What the hell are you
talking about there?

I kept torturing myself
thinking about it.

Oh my God.

To whom do I leave my fortune?

But more importantly WHY?

Good luck.

Yes, a damn curse.

But all my options are here.

So I decided not to
make any decisions.

Charles, suspense kills me.

Who will make this
decision if not you?

You.

I propose a toast.

Let's not waste this
wonderful Chateau Lafite.

For your destinies.

Which of I do not know
what inexplicable reasons

they are somehow related to mine.

FOR DESTINY.

(All in chorus) FOR DESTINY.

Now, I have one more thing to say.

- Someone call an ambulance.
- Damn it.

The telephone does not work.

He has no pulse.

Do something.

What else do you want me to do? Went.

Went? What do you mean he left?

Dead.

He left, dead and gone.

Linda, you heard me dead.

He's dead.

Yes, I know, can you let me enjoy
this moment for a few moments?

He's your husband.

You're causing me a headache.

Charles, come on, honey,
what do you want to prove with this?

It's one of your crazy pranks.

Maurice, if you don't mind,
you're the doctor in this room.

- Yes Yes Yes. - Get up.

Of course.

Sorry everyone,
I seem to be allergic to death.

Enough with this nonsense, I'm sorry.

Someone wake Maurice.

All right, Uncle Charles.

It's not fun at all.

Are you done playing with the corpse?

I don't think he's dead at all.

Good.

See for yourself.

Agatha, please,
she wasn't a beauty even when she was alive

so please spare us the show.

Linda!

Do you realize what's going on?

Your husband is dead.

I know, my dear.

But you don't.

Charles is dead because I killed him.

What the?

Shut up, everyone.

I'm not going to say I killed
him to take advantage of you

although in a certain way
you will take advantage.

You won't get out of this.

This is murder.

Come on now.

You know very well
that if it weren't for me

one of you would have
tried at some point.

By the way, who pushed him?

I don't care at all.

Although I would definitely
like my necklace back.

My mother's necklace.

Calm down and listen.

Shall we calm down?

How to calm down?

- You just killed...
- $ 2.7 billion.

50% are of course mine.

And the rest of you pathetic
leeches you can share.

Did you do all this for money?

Strange is the fact that I knew I was
in a strange situation like you idiots

but I could never have
created such a brilliant plan.

Do you know who the
genius behind this plan is?

Charles.

- Don't be ridiculous. - It's absurd.

Are you telling me it
was Charle's idea to die?

No no.

Charles' idea was
to poison one of you.

I just had to be an accomplice.

Two days ago he called me
and told me he had a grand plan.

I had a long conversation
on the phone.

Isn't that right, Jean?

After his accidental fall he
entered a philosophical state.

He began to say, "What the hell?"

He was very disappointed in you.

Well, all of us.

But I came into his life later so
the mutual hatred quickly ended.

So he offered me $ 72 million to be with him,
so to speak.

$ 72 million?

Yeah, I know,
that sounds good, doesn't it?

But not as good as 1.35 billion m.

What was the idea itself?

- What time is it? - 8 and a quarter.

Well, time is of the essence.

That is,
because one of you will die tonight.

That's it, this put a lid on it,
we're leaving here.

Then hurry because you
only have 54 minutes to live.

53.

That indescribable taste of
Chateau Lafite was poison.

Poison?

That's how you killed my father.

You're such a good detective.

- Yes, it took exactly 58 minutes.
- 57.

So...
the effect is flawless as is the antidote.

Antidote?

Yes,
I have the antidote for eight of you

but you will decide who will
be the poor sacrificial lamb.

Only in this way can
we enjoy these billions

with a certain... pleasure.

I apologize if I keep
repeating myself

but,
"What the hell are you talking about there?"

Charles' main idea
was to poison one of you

and to ensure a
carefree life for others

or in prison.

I saw a much better opportunity.

I have decided to leave you
the presumption of innocence

and I poisoned him instead.

In fact,
that's why we're all here now.

Looking to the future with
great joy and a lot of money.

But that big pile of money
is not who knows what

when we only have 53 minutes to live.

52.

Shut up.

Who are you,
the harbinger of the end.

It definitely looks like one.

It's ridiculous.

What kind of poison can
kill you in exactly one hour?

Dendroaspis polylepis.

Or better known as the Black Mamba.

South African tribes use
them to poison arrowheads.

I thought you were English.

2nd generation Johannesburg.

And at first I was skeptical of
the accuracy with which he worked

Some of you think you already
feel some of the symptoms.

Metallic taste in your mouth,
excessive salivation, sweating

Heat waves.

You've completely
lost your mind Linda.

End this crazy game and give
us the antidote immediately.

I'll call the police.

You're going to have
to scream really loud

because as you
noticed it doesn't work.

Your grand plan has a big flaw.

What will stop us
from cutting your neck?

I am many steps ahead of you, my dear

even if you walk straight
and not on 7 paths.

Agatha!

My coat, my purse.

I'll take care of it right away,
my dear.

Hello, hello, my dear.

Look at her.

What do you want Linda?

What do you want?

He wants to buy us silence.

She wants us on her
side when the police come.

Of course I want silence from you.

But I don't trust you at all.

If my future is in your hands

I want your hands
to be as dirty as mine.

Now...

Since it's late, I'll leave you in
the hands of my base man Jean.

He knows what to do when to do it.

He knows what to
say and when to say it.

As for me, I'm leaving.

Or... so to speak...

I haven't been here at all.

Come on, Agatha,
our guests have a crime to discuss.

That's exactly what happened.

But who will believe.

He left them there
under the threat of a gun,

poisoned with a corpse
in the dining room

and in less than an hour to kill...

or be killed.

I refuse to be at the
mercy of a crazy woman.

And I refuse.

But then what happens?

After the refusal I mean.

Cre... cre...
I think I'm going to... faint.

Already?

It's too early just fainted.

Again.

We were all poisoned.

- We should all vomit.
- How do we do that?

Put two fingers around your
neck and think about poverty.

I realized you're not who you say you are,
are you?

Butler, ha, on horseback.

How much does he pay you?

That seems enough.

That's it, they're gone.

Ladies and gentlemen,
if you are kind enough to follow me in...

...living room

I'll explain everything to you.

Do we have a choice?

"My hero."

Is someone?

With fewer and fewer
minutes available

the only way to end it all was
to end Linda's absurd game.

Do not worry.

I'm fine.

That you think.

If I think about it,
I think I'll faint again.

Jean was appointed stage manager.

But as you know,
in any circus performance

the stage manager tends to make...
a quieter entrance.

Ladies and gentlemen,
listen to me a little, please.

The idea is to create a scenario
that the police can... swallow.

You have less than 50
minutes to choose a victim.

Who among you
deserves or is willing to die.

For the common good.

The chosen one will be
killed by his own hands

his

or hers.

A suicide.

Who killed Charles?

Can it be him?

Or she, maybe Inspector?

Dead or dead.

She or he killed Charles
in front of everyone

before he or she
ends his or her own life.

It was horrible.

I see that your intelligent minds
do not understand what I mean.

Let me tell you more clearly.

As soon as you have chosen a "winner"

you will kill him or her with
a single shot to the head.

To look like a suicide.

Then you take the pistol
and point it at Mr. Bouitton

and you will kill him too.

Again.

Wait a minute.

Why do we have to kill Charles again?

To make it look like the
killer shot Mr. Bouitton

then he took his or her own life.

That way you will all be witnesses

and you will testify about
a murder and a suicide

to which you will all have an alibi.

No research will take place

no autopsy

and you will all be
free and unsuspected.

You will all consent to die,
of course.

If everything is done correctly,
all 1.35 billion will be yours

to which the amount of...

$ 168 million each.

If there's an antidote,
you'll give it to me right now.

Do the wrong thing, sir.

If I suffer something then
you too will suffer something.

I'm glad you finally see this isn't a joke,
sir.

Okay,
the antidote has to be in the house, right?

1950 square meters and 45 minutes.

I'm just saying too.

We should escape and go for help.

The nearest hospital
is half an hour away.

No road traffic.

Do the calculations yourself.

There seems to be a more
practical solution to this dilemma.

Let's kill someone.

If you don't have any more questions,
I'll retire to let you think.

I didn't mean to make fun of you.

It didn't take long for the "rats"
to return to the obvious solution.

Rats, you know.

Evident.

Don't even think about it.

I know it sounds horrible,
but come on, Aunt Clara

it's an easy decision,
you've lived your life even longer.

Fuck you, Larry.

Do you want me to volunteer?

Do you think I
deserve to die instead?

No, my dear,
but I think we can find a...

more cooperative victim.

Who exactly?

Maybe someone like...

Please!

Finish whining.

Let's end this and kill the cotoro.

Don't hurry, Eve Harrington.
( reference to the name of a racehorse )

As much as I would like to help

you will not be able to kill me.

I'm very well defended.

How?

You all know very
well what my will says

if they die of unnatural causes.

Come on, now, at your age,
there are no unnatural causes left.

All my money instead of going
to you all flies on the window

at the Save the Pachyderms Foundation,
a very noble cause.

What you said?

I love those long noses and fat butts

I remember your late Uncle Gregory.

Who cares?

We're going to get $ 168 million
each from Charles, aren't we?

Let's kill her.

Do you have any idea how
much money I'm worth Larry?

Look at these pretty, greedy faces.

Do you think these
hyenas would rather kill me?

And lose millions.

They're going to kill you

and it will produce millions.

Devil.

Do you still want to kill the crow?

Very well.

Can't be Aunt Clara
is too rich to be killed.

Surely.

But then who?

Well.

Then let's solve your
problem democratically.

Let's begin?

- Shall we vote? - Why not?

Why not?

Tic-tac tic-tac tic-tac.

- Either, let's work this out.
- Let's get this over with.

OK.

Let's begin.

Larry.

Great, because I'm black, isn't it?

You? We certainly didn't notice that.

Maurice.

What the?

Who would want me to be dead?

Luke.

Luke.

Luke.

Luke.

Move.

Why me?

Democracy.

People chose.

Looks like you're the main
contender in this election, sir.

I think the system is corrupt.

Enough, let Luke be the victim.

And so we are all here
in this horrible nightmare

because Charles was
pushed up the stairs

and I consider

no, but I'm pretty sure Luke
was the one who pushed him

let him be the one to get the bullet.

How convenient for
me to kill my own father.

Only you said you came
from the same family.

And you want Charles dead

because you want cash

quick.

He knows this house
better than anyone else.

Come on... did you get money to cover
your little one... on the stock market?

Did he know about that?

I didn't know,
but you just told me, my dear.

That inside information,

Luke's entire fortune is over,
you know.

- Is not important. - Seriously?

As Aunt Clara suggested

if we want to become
cold-blooded killers

then let's make the most of it.

Enough with the chatter.

Chatter?

The account number

354761999 First Royal
Bank - Cayman Island.

Motherfucker.

What is it now?

- I thought I saw a rat. - Where?

In the mirror.

Password.

Open the door, you idiot.

- Is everything going according to plan?
- Like a clock.

Are you sure what to do?

You take care of your
business and let me do it myself.

- Where is? - Also at the table.

I'll signal to you.

What do you think of her?

As if things weren't
already complicated

guess who decided to return.

Maybe to save the day

or to ruin it.

- Quiet. "How I let you convince me."

We go in, see what happens,
and then we leave.

Nothing is happening here.

Is it a true story that
I can tell you more?

A fake reality.

We will all die.

Murim, murim, murim.

Please lift your wreck.

How much time do we have, Jean?

Where is Jean?

Yes, right here, 35 minutes.

OK.

Say it all.

After which death do we profit?

Whose account is it, says it all.

Josh's.

"He's been stealing from us for years."
- How do you know?

From Magdalen, of course.

What the?

By the way, you've been very busy.

It is a lie.

How could you do that?

You shouldn't have gotten in my way.

I mean, your wife's.

What a miserable garbage you are.

Josh, are you okay?

Where's the gun?

Sweetheart.

- You wouldn't do that. - Finish.

Surprise, surprise.

It's like you didn't sleep
with half of my girlfriends

and with their sisters.

It doesn't bother anyone
that she's holding the gun

just got out of alcohol?

Rehab?

Yes Dear.

You've been in Betty Ford
more times than Gerald Ford.

I don't have a problem with drinking.

Yet...

Luke, present here,
is not as stupid as he seems.

We can all take full
advantage if my husband dies.

Millions and millions
stolen from the company.

And you've made as many trips
to the Cayman Islands as I have.

So you understand me.

He dies, I close the bank
accounts and we split in half.

Let your ignorance
be more understanding.

I understand what he means.

Ignorant yes,
but I understood what he meant.

I'm glad you understood.

Now, come on.

Someone come and get
the gun from me and kill Josh.

I've never been good
at target shooting.

What a disgusting representation.

The little princess
has something to say.

I definitely have.

You have caused this
family enough humiliation.

You are what the French
would call: en parvenu

(person who inherits
money and is not already rich)

You are what the Americans
would call a little sow.

Stop your mess and
shoot yourself cheap bitch.

Eat me. ( meaning ass )

Your royal dryness.

Democrato.

Hang balls.

Alcoolico.

Răpitoareo.

Magdalen!

Magdalen!

I think alcohol fumes
make you confused.

You see, Kristen is not a kidnapper,
she was kidnapped.

Really?

You told him?

I did not do this.

What happens here?

Kidnapped, kidnapped...

Potato, potato.

Wake up idiots.

Kristen, she was never kidnapped.

Hansel and Gretel present
here staged everything.

To milk Charles for
a $ 12 million reward.

I wouldn't judge others if I
were Aunt Clara in your place.

Maybe we should talk
about your affair with Hitler.

There is too little to discuss.

It was a miserable night in Vienna.

He was a painter at the time.

And a horrible lover if you ask me.

Did you sleep with Hitler?

I feel like one of those
idiots in horror movies

who hear strange noises and
keep walking towards them.

Aoleu, hold a gun.

Who is that?

My nephew's drug-addicted wife.

Someone is coming.

That was close.

- Frankie! - What is it?

No no no no.

We have to get out of here.

We have to get out of here.

We have to get out of here.

- We have to get out of here. - Stop.

I got her out of here.

They killed him.

They killed Mr. Bouitton.

- What are we doing now?
- We're going to the police, of course.

There are 27 minutes left.

Look at them.

Rats have lost... ( boldness )

I'm glad Charles didn't find
out about your animal plan.

But he still suspected something.

You're pissing me off,
butler, what do you mean?

You understand my idea.

Something strange is happening.

Strange?

In the style of Woody
Allen or Mel Brooks?

In the style of Alfred Hitchcock.

Josh, he looks smarter than I thought

or work with someone else.

Finally you decided to look
in your children's secret book.

Yes, Lady Macbeth.

I discovered a lot...
similar ambiguities.

but I don't have enough evidence.

Charles, with all due disrespect,
I don't care.

unless in all that ambiguity you
somehow found my necklace.

Honey, I found a lot of necklaces.

but not yours.

What is this?

A record.

One of the last conversations
between the owners of the house.

I thought it would be useful to you.

Of course.

Now everything has become very clear.

What the?

That I don't know anything
about what's going on here.

I can continue?

But that's not all

One of the accounts has too much money in it,
can you explain that to me?

This is me.

Yes, sir.

All your phones
have been listened to.

For months.

At least I'm not among them.

I can't rely on you for the simplest things,
Maurice.

You ruined everything.

You shuffled the data, you idiot.

I received the
deliveries a week earlier.

I'm going to have to put
the gorillas in your bedroom

otherwise I don't know what
to do with all these... chicks.

Chicks?

It's not me.

Forgive me Paulette.

So that's how you
bought your beaver furs.

Wait a minute.

I understand now.

The account with
too much money in it.

"Wash".

Wash, wash, wash, wash lady.

Were you the lady who "washed",
did you take care of the windows?

Either way,
what's the point of denying it?

Shut up.

Why?

We are the top importers in North
America of endangered animals.

Really?

Importers?

You mean smugglers.

Is public humiliation over?

Japanese?

Chinese.

Sir Charles, the fox.

He seems to be
taking care of all of us.

So is Linda.

And now what?

I stole the necklace.

Aunt Clara, do you confess?

Proudly.

The necklace once
belonged to my mother.

He should never have been
next to Linda's swollen breasts.

I had it stolen.

Then I sold the ruby
to a Chinese general.

Well done Clara.

Straight and shiny like
Sean Connory's ass.

Did you sleep with Sean Connory?

It was one night in Edinburgh.

He was a waiter at the time.

And a very gifted
lover if you ask me.

So my father suspected us all.

Me, Luke

Josh and the "sponge" here.

So it's official,
we're all ambitious, inventive

and we are all charlatans.

That's right, we're traditionalists.

Yes, so what?

Sue me.

Or I'll shoot you.

Never.

This is not working properly.

- Larry.
"I don't know how that happened."

Stupid ostrich,
you always put your beak where it shouldn't.

No,
his beak is definitely where it needs to be.

Please, Clara, pull the zipper.

Otherwise...

Wait a bit.

Someone is missing.

Melissa.

Let everyone be quiet.

You look great.

Listen.

Set him aside from me.

Melissa!

Honey, I'm Larry, your husband.

Leaves.

Melissa, please get out right now.

No, you're going to kill me.

You? Why you?

Because nobody likes me.

I don't even have a child,
I don't mean anything to anyone.

Is right.

Once they realize we're
as dirty as the others.

They will have no
problem blowing our heads.

Concentrate, my dear,
and please shut the hell up.

What is he talking about?

Well, Larry,
figure out the numbers a little bit

It started.

Help Josh cover the money
in the Cayman account

and who can do that better
than the chief accountant.

Why would Larry risk
everything for Josh?

Because she's in love with him.

What the?

What?!?

Come on, Larry,
admit you're just as gay

like the sun in Palm Springs.

Melissa, shut up.

I'm not gay.

You're not a fan,
but you're the coolest.

Man, man, man.

That's it, so far, I'm tired.

I took it.

We ask you too much
to stop the clapping

with your feet or suffocation,
please.

Shut up, Nancy.

I'm tired of this bad game.

- It is not like that? - Quiet.

One thing I ask of you is that Maurice
know where Kristen is so interested.

Will he seduce you?

See, no, I'll seduce Nosferatu here.

How strange.

A girl to seduce her own father.

Come on, Paulette,
I thought you were a little smarter.

Look at them.

The same cunning eyes.

The same shape of the nose.

The same stupid forgetfulness.

Maurice is Kristen's father.

Noooo.

Yes, it is true.

Are you confused?

I bet you are.

Good thing Jean
wrote everything down.

So.

To recap.

Josh and Magdalen steal and hide the money from
the company's accounts in the Cayman account.

Magdalen went to bed
for information inside Luke

who turned out to be Kristen's
"kidnapper" with the help of the latter.

And finally Larry who
put the brass on his face

he was bribed by Josh to hide
the money stolen from Melissa.

Maurice turned out to
be Kristen's real father

and Paulette is the leading
importer of endangered animals.

And Aunt Clara stole the necklace
and sold the ruby to a Chinese man.

By the way, she slept with Hitler.

And with Sean Connery if you don't mind,
my dear.

Let's keep the balance in the middle.
( ie equality )

What do you think you're doing?

I'm just trying to help
you with your problem.

You have less than
20 minutes until...

Until you die.

True, but now I'm the boss.

- Who's there. - No one.

- Is anyone else in the house?
- No, as far as I know.

Does anyone think what I'm thinking?

That would be horrible.

If one of the housekeepers listens,
he could call the police.

We'll all get to jail.

No one here must have been...

wind or something.

- Not again. - Fuck me.

I told you: homo, homo, homo.

What was that?

Silence please.

In the kitchen, let's go.

Maurice, don't touch me anymore.

- Who touched me?
- Who didn't touch you?

It's okay, Magdalen is silent.

Did you hear that?

We have a gun.

Get out slowly and we won't hurt you.

The last warning.

Have you seen?

Like I said.

The wind or something.

Was it Maurice?

Who else.

Let's get out of here.

Get out of my way, get out of my way.

Outside.

Amateur.

There wasn't much time
left so Jean took over.

Again.

There is always something that
shouldn't happen in such stories

something "explosive"
is about to happen.

BOOOM.

Do you remember?

Ladies and gentlemen,
pay attention to me for the last time.

I'm here, I'm fine.

OK.

You have 10 minutes until you die.

It's time to move on to Plan B.

Shall I say it again?

No, leave it to me.

What the hell are you talking about?

If so far you have not
been able to find a "victim"

I was ordered to let someone
else make this decision.

Who?

To express myself
exactly like Mr. Bouitton

Destiny.

Exact.

The weapon, please.

Not at all.

Russian roulette.

Exactly sir.

I don't take part in that.

Get together, please.

Well, who starts.

We'll go around and see who starts.

Of course.

Should I start?

Come on Maurice.

Must.

My last words will be...

Stop being so melodramatic, Maurice.

Fuck you Paulette.

To some extent I'm glad
I'm going to die to come back

and to haunt you, you are,
dissatisfied, to be moved by...

Vulva.

YES.

That's the word I was looking for.

Listen to him, "a couple" began to grow.
(balls for those who didn't know)

Too late.

Now I'm ready to die.

I'm alive, I'm alive.

Maurice, it's your turn to spin.

Watch and learn how to do it.

Next.

That's enough.

Destiny.

I make my own destiny.

"Jean, how much longer do we have?"
"Every now and then."

OK.

OK.

Let's go back to the
room where we ate

We shoot Charles in the head and
end this nonsense once and for all.

I'm not going to die tonight.

It seems that...

I'm going to have to kill.

Who?

I think she knows on her own.

Let everyone go upstairs
to the dining room.

Move it.

Where is?

What happens here?

What kind of joke is that?

Charles!

- Is there. - Father!

Where are you?

In the livingroom.

Uncle Charles!

Let everyone be quiet.

Father!

Charles, where are you?

In the living room, idiots.

You better be there or your
mother will wriggle into the grave.

- What the? - Impossible.

But how?

I checked your pulse, you were dead.

Potassium cyanide capsules.

A gift from my CIA friends.

Now we put it on SFs.

Josh, you forget I have billions.

I can make my heart
stop if that's what I want.

I'll send you a whole
lot of Christmas.

Yes,
but how is it with us with poison.

- What poison?
- "Weren't you trying to poison us?"

Of course, I'm not the baboon here,
not the baboons here.

You all are.

Thieves, murderers, cannibals.

Just assumptions.

Wrong.

I'll have the proof at night.

Given what happened

my inheritance will not be yours

but I will be yours.

Everyone:

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Everything was sold.

Company, properties, pieces of art.

$ 2.7 billion.

I retired from activities.

I'm going to spend my last
years where you won't find me.

But what about us?

The whole house was full of microphones,
my dear.

How much information
did you provide tonight?

I'll send you all to jail.

No money but also in prison.

Would you let us kill ourselves?

Open the gun.

- Josh! - What the?

- Josh, open the gun. - What the?

Give me that damn gun.

Jean has always been a
master of the light hand.

Aren't you going to send
our own children to jail?

Even if you don't believe this,
I'm doing it for you.

I give you a chance
to atone for your sins.

Take advantage of it.

Pay your debts.

Be honest again or move on

and you will end up in the deplorable
way you have become accustomed to.

What a perfect timing.

I say goodbye.

Don't try to think too much of me.

But I think I'm asking
too much of you.

Goodbye, my enemies.

Daddy!

Jean!

Why do you always have
interruptions when you feel good?

Hello?

Linda, my pet.

The reason for my existence.

My perforated ulcer.

Charles!

- You look naked. - Maybe I am.

Do you enjoy the 72 million?

Still do not know.

Do you take care of your "demons"?

Yes, my dear, with elegance,
I deal, absolutely.

I have to admit you
were super spectacular.

Finally, my dear,
something we both agree on.

What did you do with
the two little spies?

I got rid of them they knew too much.

Is Jean there?

Say goodbye to me.

Goodbye.

Charles?

I was the one who pushed you.

You weren't, my dear.

You look so confident.

As much as I would
like to give you credit

we both know who did it.

Yes, damn it.

But you didn't know I knew.

I know, my dear.

Hello, hello.

Well, what do you expect?

Did you want all the answers?

I still don't know who did it.

They don't want to tell me.

But he paid me enough
to write him the story

so I won't ask any more questions.

I don't know if he got what he wanted

but I guess he got what he expected.

I can still imagine him laughing.

So do I.

THE END.