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Good morning, how can I help you?

This is Doctor Laurent's office.

Oh, it's you, Ms. Caldwell. I'll get him straightaway.

- Is it Martha? - Yes.

Hi, Martha. Do you need something?

Ah, you're not home? Where are you?

What? A surprise?

You're at the station!

Yes, that is a surprise. You needed your cousin's visit to find the courage.

We should thank her.

Martha!

Hello, dear!

Why did you... I mean, you shouldn't have come here.

Do you feel okay?

Wait here.

Hello, Ms. Jenny. My name's Marcos, I'm the family chauffeur.

Good morning, Marcos.

Welcome.

Thank you.

Is this all your luggage, Miss?

Yes, I shipped the rest.

I believe it'll arrive in one or two days.

Yes, I'm very pleased. It's been a worldwide success,

especially in South America and Canada.

Here, look.

You like it? Not too bad, I think.

It's a recording from my tour.

My role as soloist was important, but the whole ensemble was key to our success.

How's Uncle Ralph? Has he recovered?

His usual heart issues.

Poor man, let's hope for the best.

At least he'll be able to get some rest here.

Why did you stop the car?

There's a broken fan belt. We don't want to melt the engine.

Won't we be able to get to the house?

- I mean, it's not far. - Even a few meters more would be too much.

There's a gas station nearby, I'll be right back.

Alright.

This place doesn't look all that joyful.

No, Martha. No wedding.

Careers and marital difficulty don't mix well.

Who was that?

No help, I'm afraid. Let's try starting it again.

Did you meet anyone on the way back?

I didn't. Why?

It's odd. Someone came up to the car, then disappeared.

I didn't see anyone.

Wait! Could you please take off your sunglasses?

Satisfied?

Sometimes this fog can play tricks on your imagination.

Did you have a pleasant trip, Ms. Jenny? I'm Mrs. Britton, the housekeeper.

Martha wrote me about how irreplaceable you are.

- That's too kind, Miss. Come in, please. - Thanks.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Rosalie, take the luggage.

Everything looks the same.

Jenny!

Uncle Ralph!

Here we are together, just like old times!

- I've got something for you, Uncle Ralph. - Really?

Here you can find out all about zombies, voodoo, and Afro-Cuban sorcery.

They'll keep you busy for at least a month.

Such a wonderful gift, Jenny! Truly wonderful!

I got them in Brazil, they're very hard to find.

Oh, I believe that.

I've got something for you, too, Martha.

I found this in the London house, among some old family papers.

I'm sure you'll love listening to it.

And now, teachers and parents, our school is pleased to present Ms. Martha Caldwell!

Do you remember what I had to do to present that recital?

You were there, too, right?

If my memory serves me, it was the day our Martha turned thirteen.

This is from Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland:

Fury said to a mouse, that he met in the house,

“Let us both go to law: I will prosecute you.

Come, I'll take no denial; We must have a trial:

For really this morning I've nothing to do.”

Said the mouse to the cur, “Such a trial, d...

- You'll love it here. - It's the quietest town in the Pyrenees.

- Thanks. - Thanks. Don't you believe me?

- Thank you. - Am I right, dear? - Oh, you can always trust my wife.

- I hope you'll show us the town, Mr. Mayor. - With pleasure!

- Excuse me, Father. - Don't worry.

- My cousin Martha seems very well. She looks so serene. - I totally agree.

Martha and I have always been very close.

- Especially after... - After the tragedy. I remember it well.

It happened fifteen years ago. It was the worst railroad disaster in Eastern France.

Her father managed to save her life.

He threw her out of the train just in time. What a horrible tragedy.

Martha saw both her parents die in the fire and hasn't been able to speak since then.

A psychological trauma that caused years and years of silence.

That's why she hasn't had the courage to walk into a station since then.

I knew you could do it.

Martha, today you've taken a significant step forward.

You must keep on making progress.

Only a strong emotion linked to a past memory, or another trauma

can help you get your voice back.

- Good evening, everyone. Sorry I'm... - late. We're used to your excuses.

- Good evening, Doctor. How are you doing? - Good evening.

Oh, right, you don't know Jenny.

- Jenny, this is Doctor Laurent. - Hello.

He's the only eligible doctor in Montseny,

a real thorn in the side of every jealous husband in town.

Oh, don't listen to your uncle. He sees the devil everywhere.

- What happened? - It's probably a power failure.

Let's find some candles, then.

Mrs. Britton, the light!

You gave us a scare, Christina.

It's my birthday, Uncle, there's no reason to be scared.

I just wanted it to be a surprise.

Thank you, Martha!

It's okay, Christina, we forgive you.

Come on, let's see if you can blow out all the candles at once.

Good job! Well done!

- You have a lovely niece. - Lovely? I'd say she's a human avalanche!

Ever since Christina's parents left her with me, well,

I wouldn't know how to cope with her without Ms. Martha's help.

- Goodbye and see you soon, dear. - Goodnight.

Goodbye, Martha. Thanks for that gorgeous cake.

All done. Happy?

Do you really mean it, Doctor?

You should be in bed, Professor. You know that in your condition...

What I know is that living a little longer isn't worth it if it means living badly.

You're a sadist.

- Fine, but don't forget your cardiotonic. - That's a promise.

- Goodbye, then. - Goodnight.

Goodbye, Martha. I'm happy for you.

See you soon.

Fury said to a mouse, that he met in the house,

“Let us both go to law: I will pr..."

Said cunning old Fury: "I'll try the whole cause, and condemn you to death."

- Bravo, Martha! Bravo! - Encore! Encore!

Fury said to a mouse, That he met in the house,

“Let us b...

Uncle Ralph?

Marcos?

Is that you, Marcos?

Have you seen Ms. Jenny?

I knocked on her door but she didn't answer.

- Hello, princess! - Good morning, Martha!

I'll leave her with you for a couple hours! See you later!

- Good morning, Father! - Look what the pharmacist gave me!

Isn't he cute?

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- You're a cute kitty, Fifi, yes you are... - This is for you, Miss.

Fifi, don't run away!

Fifi! Stop!

Where are you hiding?

You better behave if you don't want to be punished, Fifi!

There you are.

He's such a rascal, isn't he, Martha?

See? Even Martha thinks you're a rascal. You better behave or I...

Ouch! Stop it, Fifi!

Look at you, Fifi, you got wet paint all over yourself!

Take a look at this.

What's wrong, Martha? What is it?

Let's try and sum things up.

No one here has seen or heard anything.

Start writing the report, Maler.

According to our medical examiner,

the victim was murdered between 11 PM and midnight.

- You were the last person to leave the house, right? - Yes, it was almost 11.

I remember I checked the time.

When did you return with the car?

I don't remember exactly,

but the lights were still on when I put the car in the garage.

- And what did you do next? - I went to sleep in the servants' quarters.

Did you notice anything unusual?

- No, I don't think so, but I... - Tell me.

- I really don't want to cause a... - Tell me, don't be afraid.

- Well, I don't know if I... - Come on.

I saw a car stopping by the garage.

Did you recognize this car?

Of course he did, Inspector Duran. It was my car.

Can you tell me why you returned to the house, Doctor?

I realized I left my bag here.

But then I noticed that the lights were out and thought everyone was already asleep.

I didn't want to disturb anyone,

so I got in my car and drove back to Montseny.

Your bag must still be here, then. Could you please find it?

Do you agree with what he said?

It isn't true about all the lights being out.

Mrs. Britton's, for example, was still on.

And when he returned, the doctor looked right at it.

Mrs. Britton was looking out the window, as if waiting for something.

Doctor Laurent exited his car and looked in the same direction.

Then, he went into the garage.

He got out of the garage after a while and signaled her to come down.

She shook her head and went back inside.

That's all, Inspector.

- Anything you want to add, Mrs. Britton? - To subtract, actually.

I hope you don't actually believe this nonsense and these insinuations.

Inspector?

He was telling the truth. The bag was in the entranceway.

You can't really suspect one of us, right?

No, Professor.

Actually, I believe we're dealing with a maniac.

A sex maniac, perhaps.

What makes you say that, Inspector?

Last night another young woman was killed, just three hours before Ms. Jenny.

It happened not too far from here, on an embankment near the railroad tracks.

(FATHER MARTIN ADMINISTERS FUNERAL RITES IN LATIN)

Mrs. Britton, help her!

Ms. Martha, what's wrong?

- What's the matter, Doctor? - I swear someone was here!

And this someone was spying on Ms. Caldwell.

Doctor!

- Does it tell you anything? - No. I've never seen it before.

Perhaps that person dropped it.

Both Jenny Ascot and that poor student were young and pretty blondes, Doctor.

Just like...

If my hypothesis is correct, this maniac will target Ms. Caldwell next.

I barely got a glimpse.

But the eyes looked like they belonged to a madman or drug addict.

Two women are already dead.

My duty is to keep Martha Caldwell from becoming the third victim.

Martha...

I'm sorry, Miss, but you're especially vulnerable. You must be very careful.

We'll do our best to protect you, of course.

Odd. It's clearly some kind of a black magic symbol.

According to demoniacal symbology, the goat represents Satan.

An incarnation of the devil, to put it simply.

No, dear. Also today.

The cult of the devil has never ceased to exist.

It sounds absurd, but Satan-worshipping cults are flourishing everywhere.

Some people have Hell in their souls.

Remember the Bel-Air massacre, three years ago?

They called it a case of ritual murder, and rightly so.

Sometimes evil impulses explode in sudden, unstoppable manifestations.

Maybe I'm wrong, but I think that whoever lost that medallion is a satanist,

a pervert driven by bloodlust.

We apologize for the bother, Ms. Caldwell, but it's the rules, you understand.

As I was telling you, the luggage arrived today on the 4:15 PM train.

Here, see? Addressed to Jenny Ascot, Montseny.

And, since the owner is deceased, according to the rules...

So, we need the closest relative to check the contents before eventually...

Go on, open it.

Everything in order, Miss?

In that case we need you to sign a receipt.

Sign this, please. It's the rules.

But... Miss!

Martha! You came to see me!

I'm so happy you came!

It's so boring, you know. They always leave me here to do my homework.

I've got something to tell you: Fifi is missing.

Martha!

I was getting into my car when 1 saw you running into the church.

What happened?

You look upset.

Why are you alone? Where's Marcos? Where's Mrs. Britton?

"Marcos was with me!"

You're playing with fire.

Don't you realize how big a risk you're taking?

You shouldn't leave your house under any circumstances. You understand me?

Let's go, I'll give you a ride home.

Bye, Christina. Give our best to your uncle.

You're leaving already?

I got you a gift. I bought it with my own savings.

You like it?

Promise me you'll always take this little Snoopy with you.

I was on my way to the police station when I saw you walking into the church.

I don't know if I should tell you, Martha, but I have some doubts.

Well, when Duran tried to reconstruct your cousin's murder, something was missing.

It's just a little detail, but it could change the course of the investigation.

I'm sorry for leaving you alone, Miss. I went to the shop to buy cigarettes.

I looked everywhere, but I couldn't find you in that fog.

Should I take you home?

You can go, Marcos. I'll take her home.

Now listen carefully, Martha.

That night, when I left the garage, I clearly remember closing the gate.

And you know that gate has an automatic release.

How did the murderer manage to get in, then?

That's my point! Nobody even tried to break the lock!

Therefore, someone must have let the killer in from inside.

If that's the case... No, no, it can't be...

POLICE STATION

The inspector is not here at the moment, I'm afraid.

I reckon he'll be back tonight. If it's something urgent, though, you can tell me.

No, nothing urgent. I'll call him tomorrow morning, thank you.

By the way, Doctor Laurent,

it appears there's some news regarding the sex maniac we're trying to catch.

This way, Professor.

Look at this.

What do you make of that?

Someone performed a satanic ritual in here.

Here's the proof, a black wafer.

Looks like it was done by a single person.

- The one spying on my niece at the cemetery? - Exactly.

I've brought you here because I need your opinion,

especially considering your expertise on the matter.

What connection could there be between this and the two murders?

Well, satanists usually favor female victims.

The reason, Inspector, is that women symbolize the birth of Jesus Christ.

Therefore, unless she chooses to worship Satan, a woman is considered a vile being.

That is to say, the ideal sacrificial victim.

Then we'll be dealing with someone much more deranged than a sex maniac.

Inspector?

I knew it. Morphine.

Professor, I want you to watch your niece very closely.

That maniac could strike again, we have to be prepared.

No, thanks.

Doctor Laurent won't be joining us tonight?

This afternoon, police discovered the killer's hideout.

They couldn't catch him, unfortunately.

Another failure.

Yes, I understand.

You're saying that the garage door was locked.

The killer couldn't have gotten in.

This means that someone else, maybe even Jenny, let this person in.

Hello?

Hello?

Who's there? Hello?

Hello?

I only heard a breath, then the caller hung up.

Maybe the phone wasn't working properly.

Time to go to bed anyway, it's getting late.

Would you mind fixing my usual cardiotonic, dear?

Please don't forget to close everything, Mrs. Britton.

Every door and every window.

All closed. You can go to bed, if you wish.

Oh, right, the garage.

The car broke down, I won't be able to run my morning errands.

And you had to tell me at this hour?

Carburettor issues. I'm sorry, but I just now found out.

Okay, I'll go. You'll watch the house and fix the car.

Don't you worry. Goodnight.

Good morning, Inspector.

- Good morning, Mrs. Britton. - Good morning.

Everything good at the villa?

How's Ms. Martha?

- Anything else you need? - No, thank you. - Very well.

As mayor of this town, it's my duty to tell you to be careful.

Did you take a good look outside? People are waiting for something bad to happen.

Fear has paralyzed the whole place.

And that inspector is... Well...

What's your opinion? I mean, who do you think is behind the murders?

I think I have a hypothesis.

Who doesn't, after all?

Here, Madam.

Why don't you ask Father Martin's opinion?

Pass the ball, Christina!

Mrs. Britton, can I take your bicycle for a ride?

Sorry, I'm in a hurry! Bye!

- Good evening. - Good evening.

I'm arriving from Barcelona. I wanted to surprise you.

- Is something wrong? - It's about Mrs. Britton.

She took her bicycle and went to Montseny before breakfast.

Martha wasn't feeling too well so she stayed in her room until five.

She wanted tea and realized Mrs. Britton hadn't returned yet.

So she rushed to tell me.

It's 7:30.

Why didn't you alert the police?

We sent Marcos looking for her at once.

Maybe she stopped to see someone.

Let's wait.

Please, Martha, don't be so worried.

We should stay calm, all of us.

What is that stain, Doctor? It looks like blood to me.

Oh, it's nothing.

I dressed the wound of a worker who had an accident.

That's where I probably got the stain.

Answer it, Doctor, please.

Of course.

Hello? No, I'm Doctor Laurent. You can tell me, Sergeant.

The woods of Saint Gervais?

About two kilometers from here?

Yes. Yes, of course.

Martha!

- Can we remove the body, Judge? - Certainly.

Maler.

Keep searching the area.

Set up some roadblocks on the main road.

- The orders are to stop anyone suspicious. Understood? - Got it.

This satanist must have hidden somewhere.

I swear we'll catch this murderer.

- I bet my pension on it. - And I bet we wasted a night, Inspector.

Here, Hans! Here!

Search, boy! Search!

Over here!

An empty tin of canned meat.

Care to explain this peculiar finding, Duran? What does it mean?

It means the dogs are hungry, Judge.

They've been searching the woods for hours.

We're wasting our time here.

In my opinion, that thing over there is our only real clue.

Martha! What's wrong?

Sit down.

Better?

By the way, dear, there's something I've wanted to tell you since yesterday.

I've already discussed it with Doctor Laurent.

We both believe it's the only possible solution.

You should leave Montseny as soon as possible.

Tomorrow, after Mrs. Britton's funeral, the doctor will take you to Barcelona.

You'll be safe there.

No, Martha. No.

I'll stay here.

I want to follow the investigation very closely.

It's for the best. Take the opportunity to redecorate your apartment.

You've been wanting to do that for a while.

(FATHER MARTIN ADMINISTERS FUNERAL RITES IN LATIN)

Let us pray for our beloved Anna Britton.

I heard you're leaving tonight, Martha. I understand, I don't feel safe here either.

Goodbye.

I'm sorry, Martha. We'll have to postpone your departure until the morning.

I can't leave Montseny tonight.

I have an urgent operation in a town nearby. I'll have to work all night.

Don't worry. I can have Marcos take her.

No, Sir Ralph, you can't stay here alone.

It wouldn't be safe.

Given your condition, you need someone with you at all times.

Martha!

You promised me. Snoopy, remember?

You promised me to always keep it with you.

I don't think now is the right time, Christina.

Martha is saying that she's preparing to leave, so she put Snoopy into her suitcase.

Got it, princess.

But never do it again.

Stop! Stop!

Help! Help! Somebody get him!

Stop right there!

You okay?

Doctor Laurent's office.

Oh, it's you, Ms. Martha.

The doctor is out. He had to go to the next town.

He'll be back in the morning.

Would you like to tell me what you needed?

I see. Goodbye.

Thanks.

Martha, my cardiotonic... I need more.

Good evening, Ms. Martha.

The lights went out and I thought you might need someone to reassure you.

I haven't got a clue about what happened, the wiring seems okay.

A regular short circuit, probably.

Anything I can do for you?

I understand. I'll wake the pharmacist right away. I'll be back in minutes.

Actually, I feel a little worried about leaving you here alone, Miss.

Alright.

Look, the gate is open. Let's take a look inside.

The door, look.

You stay here.

Miss!

Miss!

Wake up, it's all right now.

Take a deep breath. Yes, like this.

It's safe now. Try to calm down.

Did you manage to see your assailant?

Where did he go?

It was a short circuit at the power station near the cemetery.

Here's the medicine.

I got back as fast as I could.

How do you feel, Inspector?

Like someone with a nasty fever, Maler.

So, what's going on here?

Ms. Martha swears she saw a light in the cemetery, just before she was attacked.

She thinks it looked like someone waving a flashlight.

Well, let's give this a shot. All set?

I put a few men by the other entrance.

This person can't escape us.

Very well. Let's not waste any more time.

Everyone ready!

Hello? Can you hear me?

- Loud and clear. - Go in. - Roger that.

Inspector Duran?

Look. We're on the right track.

MORPHINE

Inspector, he's there!

Drop the knife, or I'll order my men to shoot.

We can all get some sleep once you confess, Mason.

You recognize this?

- It's yours, right? - Yes.

Can you explain to me what it means?

It's the image of a supernatural spirit.

And you also belong to a cult.

Correct. One of the many honoring the lord of matter.

There's more than twenty in London alone, if you're curious.

They're not forbidden by law, Inspector.

But what do you know about ritual murders and human sacrifices?

You killed them, didn't you?

- I'll give you the whole bottle if you confess. - I've never even met them!

Carry on.

So, Mason...

- Good morning, Doctor. Did you sleep well? - No, I worked all night.

- Did he confess? - No, and we're getting nowhere.

The only thing I know about this junkie is that his name's Randy Mason.

I also know that he's British and worships some demon. That's all.

- Well, that seems like enough. - Only to arrest him, but not enough to close the case.

Then I'll finally be able to get some sleep.

By the way, Doctor, any suggestions for my nasty cold?

Well, if not properly treated, a flu takes eight days to go away.

That same flu, if properly treated, still takes the same amount of days to disappear.

Talk about science!

Martha's in the other room. Can't you stop her from seeing him?

I'm sorry, but it's necessary.

Your testimony is essential.

I'm going to ask you a few questions. You can answer yes or no.

Let him in.

Remove your sunglasses.

Have you seen this man before?

Relax, Martha. Don't hide anything from us.

Is this man the stranger you and your cousin Jenny Ascot saw from your car?

Is this the same man who was spying on you at your cousin's funeral?

I have one final question.

Is this the same man who attacked you the other night at the villa?

Right. She only saw the outline of her assailant as he fled the house.

Could it have been this man's outline?

Thank you, Ms. Caldwell. You can go now.

I'm gonna be away for almost six months, I'll have plenty of time to waste.

- I'm getting all of them. - Okay.

I'll take this one later, it's a present for my Uncle Ralph.

What do you think, Martha?

Miss?

Don't look so worried, Ms. Martha. It's all over now, cheer up.

Do you want me to put your easel up and get your paint?

Princess!

Princess!

I'm so happy you're not going away anymore!

It's Donald Duck!

Go, Donald, go!

You're great, Martha.

I've got something for you, too.

But I want you to play hide and seek with me, or I won't tell you what it is!

Yes, your breathing is okay, but I can't say the same for your blood pressure.

I'm going to be frank with you, Ralph.

You must avoid any kind of stress.

Strong emotion could have serious consequences.

I'm not worried about the consequences, Doctor.

At my age and with my heart, I'm always prepared for the worst.

I'm more concerned about Martha.

Watch out for me, princess!

I don't know if she'll ever be fully normal again.

She's very lonely.

She needs help.

Right now, little Christina could be the best possible help for her.

That child is full of joy and lightheartedness.

They look like mother and daughter.

Keep your spirits up, Sir Ralph.

- Doctor? - Yes?

- Your secretary is on the phone. It's urgent. - Thanks, Rosalie.

Hello? Yes?

Worried? He should've gotten used to it.

I mean, his wife has already had five kids.

Fine, tell him I'll be there in a couple of hours.

That's right, I'm a little tied up right now. Yes, thank you.

Found you!

Now it's your turn.

Well done, Christina! Hello, Martha.

Good morning.

No, thanks. I have a patient to visit.

- Is she very sick? - Well...

I got it, a pregnant patient!

I really have to go. I'll stay another time.

See you soon, Martha. Goodbye, Christina.

Christina?

What happened?

Martha!

What? Christina has disappeared?

Christina!

Stop hiding! This isn't funny!

Rosalie!

- Did you get Marcos? - I couldn't find him anywhere!

No, Martha. No...

(FATHER MARTIN ADMINISTERS FUNERAL RITES IN LATIN)

So, Doctor, is it possible to perform an autopsy?

We still have time, thankfully.

A few more days and it would have been impossible.

I just don't get why you bought a villa next to a cemetery, Uncle Ralph.

It feels a little macabre.

Unless you had a particular reason to do it, obviously.

Do you agree with me, Martha?

Cemetery... Macabre... Cemetery... Particular reason... Particular reason...

The autopsy report confirmed your story.

That poor student died from a heroin overdose.

- You found the needle mark? - We did.

- Well, I'm lucky that kid got murdered, or... - Excuse me?

Sorry, I meant to say I'm very sorry about that.

Read the report again, Maler.

"I had met that girl two days before. That night we camped outside town.

I left her alone because I was looking to find some whiskey.

When I returned she was already in a coma. She had taken a massive dose of heroin.

She died within minutes. I couldn't even look for help.

I got scared because someone might have seen us together.

That's why I decided to dump her body on an embankment by the railroad tracks."

Very well. Take him back to his cell.

- Let's go. - Thank you.

What do we do now?

We'll start all over, Maler.

The real killer of Ms. Ascot, Mrs. Britton and little Christina is still on the loose.

God knows what this criminal might be plotting right now.

What are you doing, Rosalie?

I found Christina's notebooks.

They've been here ever since...

I was bringing them to Ms. Martha.

You can give them to me. My niece is resting now, it's been a rough night.

- Rosalie, is Ms. Martha ready? - Yes, she's coming down.

Good. I need everyone to retrace the steps they took that morning.

I understand how terrible this must be for you,

but I need your cooperation one last time.

Doctor Laurent explained everything to you, right?

Let's try to reconstruct what happened that day.

Where were you, Marcos?

- I was in the servants' quarters. - You didn't hear Rosalie calling you?

I was working with a power tool.

But then you ran to the garden.

Yes. I came immediately once I heard the scream.

Alright. I want you to return to the servants' quarters,

and try to repeat your exact movements.

- Were you inside? - Yes. I only went outside after Ms. Martha rushed upstairs

to tell Sir Ralph about Christina's disappearance.

Go inside, please.

What about you, Doctor?

After visiting Sir Ralph,

I spent just a few minutes in the garden with Ms. Martha and Christina.

I didn't have much time, see, because I received a call about a pregnant patient.

So you got in your car and left the house.

- Go with the Doctor, Maler. - Yes, Inspector.

And it was then that Christina blindfolded you, correct?

Do you remember where she went to hide?

How much time passed before you removed the blindfold?

Three or four minutes?

Very well. Let's wait.

This is where I stopped. I had a box of sweets for Martha and Christina, but

I was in such a rush I forgot to give it to them. So I went back.

Ain't that a coincidence. The other time you came back because you forgot your bag.

- Being careless isn't a crime, Sergeant. - Right.

Let's go.

I left the car right here, by the gate.

Then I got the box of sweets and got out of the car.

This is when you rushed to tell your uncle?

Good.

Three minutes, Inspector.

I stumbled upon Ms. Martha and she made me understand Christina was missing.

So I started looking for her, I even went by the servants' quarter to call Marcos.

He didn't answer. Then I was met by Sir Ralph.

- Is it bad? - The second collapse in as many days.

Inspector Duran, I beg you to take care of Ms. Martha.

You must be strong, Martha.

This time it was too much for his heart. He passed without regaining consciousness.

There was nothing we could do.

Do you want to see him?

I'll leave for Barcelona tonight.

I'll need the whole day to fill out the forms to transport the body back to London.

Your uncle was a very logical individual.

He said that a true Englishman should always return to his native soil.

You'll be safe here.

There'll be armed officers watching the garden, the street, and the cemetery.

Don't worry, Inspector Duran will be able to protect you.

I must go now.

Goodbye, Martha. I'll be back soon.

Sergeant Maler called. He said Officer Negrin will relieve you at ten.

- Thanks. - I have to go now.

Ms. Martha is in the living room.

Thank you. Don't worry.

Miss?

My shift is over, but my colleague will be here soon.

Goodnight.

And now, teachers and parents, our school is happy to present Ms. Martha Caldwell!

Thank you. This is from Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland:

Fury said to a mouse, that he met in the house,

"Let us both go to law: I will prosecute you.

Come, I'll take no denial; We must have a trial:

For really this morning I've nothing to do."

Said the mouse to the cur,

"Such a trial, dear Sir, with no jury or judge, would be wasting our breath."

"I'll be judge, I'll be jury,"” said cunning old Fury:

"I'll try the whole cause, and condemn you to death.”

- Bravo, Martha! Bravo! - Encore! Encore!

Fury said to...

Calling M-60, calling M-60. Over.

M-60 here, over.

I'm on my way to the accident scene. Over and out.

Hello? Hello?

This is Father Martin.

Oh, it's you, Martha.

I wanted to speak to the doctor. His nurse said he arrived at your house a while ago.

What? I don't understand. Has he left?

Hello?

Hello? Ms. Martha?

Blanks. You can't kill anyone else.

- No... - You got your voice back, Martha, but you've never been so alone.

Your uncle was the first to find out the truth.

It was you who killed Jenny, Mrs. Britton, and little Christina.

I couldn't believe it was true, until moments ago.

Please, Martha, give up. It's pointless now.

You killed Jenny because she possessed what you didn't: a voice.

You hated her. Her mere presence constantly reminded you of your impairment.

Everyone thought there was a murderer on the loose, but it was just a wild guess.

I wasn't convinced, and tried to prove it was wrong.

Remember that morning when I told you all my doubts about it?

So, in order to prove the homicidal maniac existed, you killed Mrs. Britton.

- Then you even pretended someone assaulted you. - No...

But why poor Christina?

She was a dangerous witness that had to be taken care of.

That morning in the garden,

Christina told Martha she had found the Snoopy necklace in the woods.

Right where Mrs. Britton had been killed.

"Bad Snoopy, you abandoned Aunt Martha and hid yourself in the woods

where the bad wolf killed Mrs. Britton. You were all dirty with blood,

You were wounded and I took care of you, but now you will have to be punished..."

Obviously, you couldn't have predicted that Christina wrote this down in her diary.

When Duran gathered us in the garden to reconstruct that morning,

your uncle directly accused you of the murder.

It was a terrible shock for him and he collapsed.

I'm sorry, Miss, but I have to arrest you.

Fury said to a mouse,

that he met in the house,

"Let us both go to law: I will prosecute you.

Come, I'll take no denial; We must have a trial:

For really this morning I've nothing to do."

Said the mouse to the cur,

"Such a trial, dear Sir, with no jury or judge, would be wasting our breath."

"I'll be judge, I'll be jury,"” said cunning old Fury:

"I'll try the whole cause, and condemn you to death.”

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi