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A lion?

in England?

This is Justice.

What?

The name of a lion. "Justice".

It was in the evening papers, sir.

Escaped from the zoo in the morning.

"iglus".

I wonder if these
poor souls would agree...

Isn't it

one of life's cruel...

senseless...

of unsolvable mysteries.

THE SIXTH SECRET

Mart Sander's film

I'll take one then.

One?
I think it's the third one.

What do you wonder if we are
kept waiting here like this?

Look what time it is!

Madame never appears before
midnight.

That's right, gracious.

Do not know why?
Waiting for your pumpkin?

He says the doors to the afterlife
open at midnight.

As long as the doors of the bar cabinet are open

I'm not complaining.

Don't be vulgar.
This here is a shrine.

Would there be a fire?

Excuse me, gracious:
a committed non-smoker!

As did young Mr. Bonpree.

Nobody here has matches!

It seems like a pretty bad cold.

I'm already waiting
to get back to the club.

So why did you come at all?

Oh no, don't even try!

I know how these
spiritualists work.

They send their spies
to investigate. - How lame!

Forgive, O Merciful One!
Edwin, please behave yourself.

And the same goes for you!

Spying around here like a shadow.

You don't have to worry about Jenkins.

And that Kurt naked Beethoven.

Are you kidding me?

Kurt ülemteener?

Maybe the blind chef is also included in the set?

And anyway, why shouldn't the gracious lady
know why you're here?

He would have to be a level spy
to know the answer!

Answer to what?

To the question:

what is the code

The code?
- Safe code.

What is it all about?

Edwin inherited his father's
industrial empire,

but some necessary papers are in the
safe which we cannot open.

Can't get rid of it somehow?

Can not. - As a family lawyer,
I would not recommend it.

The safe has a special mechanism

- if you try to open it by force,
the acid canister inside breaks

and destroys all content.

Heaven. There must be some dirty
secrets.

Just look, and that's all
you'll find out!

It's more than I
wanted to know.

By the way, I
wanted to ask:

Case too surprised on?

No idea.

American as far as I know.

Someone Miss Daisy.

I loathe Americans.
So lame.

I wouldn't want to disappoint you, my
love.

but I'm
one of the "kids" myself.

American?
- Just like that.

Well... At least you
hide it well.

As the old saying goes -
"When in Rome..."

And when you're in London!

Spot on.

London will soon
be flooded with Americans.

And that lady - Miss Mills, isn't she?

He should be American too.

Of course he can be American,

but the LADY...
She is Madame Orlofsky's secretary.

Hot piece..!
- Miss Mills?!

No no, see Miss Daisy.

It will soon belong to me.

Even I can predict that much.

Ah, you can't.

Yes! Look!

I see, I see...

Red - I will be his lover.

Black - he will be mine.

So what is zero?

Zero is marriage.
So very little risk.

Tell me when!

You're welcome!

Next time you can
consult me immediately.

Let's go and sit at the table.

Oh, but you can't. Not yet.

Why not?
It's almost midnight.

Madame insists that all twelve
seats be filled.

And now there are only four of us.

What are these things?

You will see.

What was that thing?

Door bell. For the deaf.

Don't mark.

So the waiter is really deaf?

Like a pack of oak.

Why don't we get ourselves some
working specimens?

Jenkins is almost like furniture.

There are probably other reasons here.

Otherwise, it seems to be in
excellent working order.

I hope there are busloads of
American tourists

At least
we could come to an agreement.

Lord. What are they?

Honest working people, I offer.

Don't they know how
to use the servants' door?

But, gracious lady!

More Christian
charity!

Madame Orlofsky could
accept the lower classes on weekdays.

They definitely have all their pockets
full of matches.

Merciful prova.

Fine people present and rest.

We're not all equal when it comes to worry, right
?

I immediately feel a close connection
between us, I really do!

Let's go, honey.

Let's not make a spectacle here.

I was afraid I was going to scream!

Fortunately, you endured.
Like a real soldier.

Check them out.

Whatever trivial tragedy
has befallen their insignificant lives,

now we all have to be a part of
it.

Generosity. What next?

More factory workers and laundresses?

This is where the fun can start.

Brandy, fast.
I'm stiff with cold.

Man, don't stare like that,
take my coat!

What's wrong with you?

And bring that brand!

Are you deaf?!

Indeed he is, my lord.

Deaf doorman? Damn it.

Such a reception after two
hours of being blown away in a passport storm.

Please..!
- I don't talk through flowers, madam.

Would you like a fire?

No!
Whatever. You can't stay here.

What?!
- This is a private gathering

Go away.
Mister Arnheim, tell him!

Look, my lord, things are like this...
- Wait, wait!

Try it though!

I guarantee you a jaw-dropper!

And you are... - This is my business
and no one else's.

I'm only interested in card placement.
- Session!

Good or bad, sister,
the main thing is that I get answers.

One moment.

I need my coat back for a while.
I left something important in my pocket.

Oh shit, you're deaf.
In other words:

my coat! Need!
Bring - my - coat - back!

Understand?
My - coat - back!

We have a problem, sir.

It seems so.

I'm working on it.

You asked for brandy, sir.
- You heard that right, girl.

Not like this one here...

I am Madame Orlofsky's secretary.

Look, our servant...

I already know. Deaf as a stump spider.

But the thing is, sir,
we have no vacancies today.

By invitation only.
- There are no free seats?

Is this some sort of Savoy hotel?

There was
not a word about it in the "Times"!

In the Times? But madame hasn't
advertised there for months...

Months, years - whose business?

Is this hole still working?

See, it clearly says,
"Sessions every midnight".

You have...
at least a dozen places here?

I rushed here from London now
!

Damn it, if I
were to drive back here empty-handed!

Look, my lord...

Don't bother me, man!

You're talking to a middleweight
boxing champion!

I wanted to say that of course
you can join us.

Miss Mills,
please take care of Mr.'s coat.

Hell, man, you'd need some brandy too
.

Everything is all right.

Well, imagine the picture.

But look.

Renaissance tapestries.

Rönich tiibklaver.

Doesn't look much
like a gypsy tent.

But Madame Orlofsky is not a
gypsy.

Ta on vene aristocrat.

Like all of them.

I can assure you -

Madame
Orlofsky is completely trusted by the best company.

And who says you are not
on his payroll,

to declare like this?

Well...!

But, wait, wait. I've done
things with venkus.

Would she be Russian, wouldn't she be
"Orlofskaya" or something?

Your coat, sir.

Wait wait. Haven't I
seen you anywhere before?

I don't think so, sir.

I don't forget any faces.

I do remember.

In other words,

So what do we know about this ground mole
?

Is it the right maker or not? Or
just some sort of card game?

Don't be rude!
Madame is infallible!

I have been
consulting him for years.

And yet, still single?

How dare you?!
- Come on. Such a nice tot?

They have only two questions:

how to find a man
and how to get rid of him!

If you're going to be lame,
I'll ignore you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Madame Orlofsky
is ready to receive you.

Now who does he represent?
Some bride of Satan?

Shh! He only operates in the dark.

His eyes can't stand the light.

Here are seven.

Eleven were supposed to come.

It's the weather's fault, Madame.

Several had to cancel.

There must be twelve people at the table !

Go and call the cook and the driver.

I welcome you.

It's almost midnight.

As if we didn't know.
- Please, all of you,

choose your seat at the table.

I'll take
what's free.

I'm trying to hook up with Miss Daisy
.

Rather not,
otherwise you won't be able to concentrate at all.

Where is Lexington? - Called.
The rubber burst. Will not come.

Fuck it.

Sit down. When midnight strikes,
you can leave.

I don't know you
or your questions.

Miss Mills handles
such formalities.

That is, of course,
except for his graciousness,

who has been a supporter of the spiritualist movement for many years.

And of course Mr. Arnheim,
who is indeed my manager

and has arrived here with his young
ward, Mr. Bonpree.

And of course my own staff,

who are forced to replace
guests who did not arrive.

So practically everyone.

Not important.

These are the spirits that informed me

that you all
need to be here tonight.

Yes, I can sense it.

Tonight is the night.

Before the clock
strikes twelve...

... three secrets are revealed at this table .

Yes: three secrets.

I'm a man!

OK,

FOUR secrets.

I already see.

These are dark secrets,
hard to hear.

But you have to hear them.

We are ready, Madame.

Wait. What does - he is a man?

Straight! We need to focus on
more important things.

Damn! What a waste...

But before the secrets
are revealed,

there is a final test ahead -
for all of you.

A trial run?

I didn't come here for that.
I came to test YOU!

Don't get excited, you've already
tested yourself.

All of you.
Now let's see if you passed the test.

There is a glass of wine on the table in front of you.

It's already going.

Remove the cover!

Souls have
guided you all to your constellation.

Scorpio.

Capricorn. True!

Virgin. True, as always.

Damn it.

Aries.

How did he know
I was sitting here?

I don't know anything.
These are voices.

I don't want to spoil the mood now,

but in my case it went to the woods.

What do you mean?

This one here says "scales"

but nonsense
if you are actually a lion!

But... But madame's voices
are never wrong!

Or are they wrong?

I immediately said it was a
waste of time. I'm getting out of here.

Edwin ... oota.

If he misses it right from the start,
why should I believe anything else?

Edwin... my dear boy... I don't know
how to tell you now...

Say what?

You are a Libra.

Is not -

- what are you talking about now?

You're my godfather, damn it!
You were my parents best friend!

Yes, I was. And I am.

And that's why I know.

You know what? What's going on?

Calm down...

it's not easy to say.

It's been tormenting me for six months,
ever since your father died...

Oh... My condolences.

God, Alfred - speak!

Bonpreed --- were not your parents.

Mis..?!

I'm sorry you had
to find out like this.

I've been waiting for the right moment so
that maybe one day...

But of course they were my parents!
I am their heir!

Jah...

The man who raised
you loved you like a son of flesh -

- wasn't your real father.

Fortunately, you don't remember your mother anymore ...

Nii and...

So I'm not Edwin Bonpree?

Of course you are.

Just... not from the start.

A secret has been revealed!

That was cruel, Madame Orlofsky.

Alfred, you must speak.

Who are my real parents?

Bonpreed had no children,

but they didn't want to adopt either,

because a stepchild as an heir
always causes controversy.

So they drove away for a while,

just like health waters,

and when they came back,
already with the child.

This baby looked
a little big for a newborn,

but to your birth certificate

the third of October was indicated,
which was plausible.

oot oot.

Does everyone have to listen to your dirge all night now ?

What about my secrets?

What am I paying for here?

No one has to pay anything.

And at all, you have no secrets.

Ah you are not?

Your death wish is no secret.

It's like it's written in red on
your face.

It stinks and sticks to everyone
you come into contact with.

Oh or so?

You are racing down to the ground with a
head full of fast cars

and with motorboats
and aircraft

and pretend you
're a death-defying daredevil.

But under that mask is a coward.

Choose your words, madame!

A coward who flirts with death
to be admired.

If you have any secret at all,

then the fact that you are
deathly afraid of death.

You know, now it helps...

You play it safe, but you
give the impression that you are risking everything.

And you are afraid that someone

sees right through your bullshit.

Looks like your death
abhorrence is a chick trick,

to make the ladies weak in front of you.

Would a coward do that?

You know as well as I do

that this Russian roulette of yours
always lands on zero.

Because the only bullet in your gun

is an empty shell - just like you.

Ah and the "eksimatu"?

Are you ready
to put your life on the line?

Put it away!

No. Press.

Let's see if you dare.

Press six times in a row.

Then everyone will see the truth.

And that's not all..?

Yes, I can feel it.

You are afraid of something else.

You are afraid that your masquerade

has attracted the attention of Death.

You see signs everywhere,

that He is watching over you. Waits.

You have realized that what
started as a game is now a hunt.

And you're right.

You will not see the dawn.

I --- what..?! - You heard it.
You will die tonight.

But preferably not in my house.
So you better leave.

I... leave?
- Yes, you and I are on the same side.

That is all.

I... I'm going to die today?

Yes, one way or another -
it does not play any role.

But since we
have more important things to do here,

then Miss Mills
will help you out now.

Let me take it, sir.

oot oot.

Now I recognize you.

I would send you out, sir.

You are the... the...

Sir! Madame must concentrate!

Let's talk outside, please.

No! Hang on!
- Sir!

What the hell is going on here?

What is it You are...

See you in hell, madame!

And thank you very much for your kind donation
, however small you may be.

Have a nice evening.

Was that the third secret?

Ah, who reads them.

But... how does he die?

Driving into a pile-up?

Very possible, knowing him.

But not today.

So... he won't die today?

Oh goodness, no.

I see he has unfortunately

many more years to come.

Then why did you tell him that?

He was so annoying and full of himself.
And a staunch non-believer.

I could feel his presence
blocking my channels.

What was that?
- Car carburetor.

Yes dear, no need to be upset.

I... it sounded like...

Didn't sound dear.
Control yourself now.

He's gone.
He was completely out of his mind.

It's good for him.

Maybe cools his
confidence a bit.

Edwin, are you all right?

Ma...

It's just getting to me...

Please,
we need to focus!

It's almost midnight and so much
is still hidden from us!

So, put your hands on the table so
that your fingertips touch.

Jah -

i feel it!

voices whisper to me...

they whisper the word - - -

Emma!
- Ahh!

It's mommy!
- To whom?

Our poor old mother!

Taken from us so suddenly,

that we can't even say goodbye...

And now he calls me from beyond the grave!
I knew he would!

Oh no, no.

There is no poor old mamma.

Meaning... that then, yes,
your mother is in a better place.

But this...
this is someone's living mother

Here, among us.

Mother of a young man.

THIS young man!

You... don't want to say... that...

I don't say anything
that the voices don't tell me.

But tonight

the stars have led here to
this table,

of a young man who was adopted -
and the woman who gave birth to him!

My mother is here -
- in this room?

That's how it's written.

It could happen

only today, at this hour,

at the moment of the Great
Confrontation of the planets. A miracle.

Madame Orlofsky...

you are not
serious...

Don't look at me!
I am untouched by men!

Then - who?

You are
too old to be my mother.

You... too young.

And you are too…

yes, too!

And you...

You must shave!

Madame Orlofsky...

how could any
of these women be Edwin's mother?

But you yourself said that you don't know
who his mother is!

True. At the time in question, when the
Bonprees were in Europe,

I stayed in London
to run their business.

We didn't talk about it, but from
a couple of clues I figured,

that the mother was a Parisian street girl...
- Alfred!

Sorry Edwin,
very indelicate of me.

Please forget it.
- Wait.

Paris.

You said Paris?

Yes. At the time, the Bonprees were renting a
villa at Maisons-Laffitte.

I see things...

Yes, everything becomes
clearer.

I feel the heat of summer.
Very, very hot.

That was twenty-one years
ago, wasn't it?

Yes, it was. Edwin just came of age a month
ago.

The child was bought for a thousand francs...

How do you know that...?

Yes, I transferred the money myself!

Then everything is clear.

A nice English couple,

the pitiful cry of a newborn boy,

when he is torn from his mother's breast...

And this mother's bitter tears,

who don't think they'll ever see their
child again.

Tears that
I can still taste salty.

Do you... Not yet...

you -

- YOU are my mother?!

I am.

But... You are some
hundred years old?!

I'm thirty eight!

Let me look at you, my poor son

- after all these years...

How is that possible?

You must explain.

I knew something was going to happen tonight
.

The stars are in a mystical confrontation.

But to answer your question:

i was
a seventeen year old girl

who fled the
horrors of the revolution.

The Bolsheviks had taken everything,
had executed my family.

I fled to Paris,

without a penny in his pocket.
I waited for my fiancé.

And then I found out

that he too had been murdered.

There I was - poor, abandoned,
and pregnant.

I was desperate.

Until I met
a nice English couple.

They offered
to take my son

and enable him to have
the best possible life.

My mother...

That's it.
All the secrets have been revealed.

Fields!
- Madame?

Take everyone to the station.

They catch the one o'clock train.

I need to talk to my son.

But, madam - we still haven't
got the answers to our questions...

No, we're burning, yes, it
's burning, isn't it, Liam?

How about my poor old
mother?

I think you'd rather
leave without answers.

What... What
should mean?

I see your motives.

They are illuminated by
the darkness of your black conscience.

There's never been a big deal...

And better not in the future,

otherwise you'll both end up hanging!

Are you saying that these two
killed the old man?

And now that he comes to haunt them
, they want

that I would return yesterday
to the grave.

Tule, Liam!

I won't stay here for another minute
!

So, what about me?

Oh, baby.

On the train you meet
a tall, dark-headed stranger,

who is the love of your life

Well, finally!

And the same for you!

Sorry, but... It almost
feels like you two belong together.

OK.

The poor cannot choose.

Pull yourself up, kid.

I will make a man out of you.

If I were you, I would
quickly consult a doctor!

I... I need a drink.

I think you should
be sober now.

All this stuff made me
totally sober.

So be it.

I thank the spirits for
leading you to me -

- before it's too late.

What does "too late" mean?

My poor son...
Our reunion will be short.

I won't be here much longer.

Don't say that, madame.

Nobody knows it yet -

- except my secretary
and valet.

But a year ago

my doctor gave me another
twelve months.

Ma'am! But what about you?

My talent - it has a
devastating effect on health.

I'm afraid I
only have a few weeks left.

I am speechless..!

But maybe another doctor's opinion...

Is there anything else you need before
I leave, madame?

Yes, my love.
Pen and paper, please.

Hey, madam.

Why is he leaving?

Isn't he staying here?
Especially if your health is bad...

It's a bad house.

Restless souls haunt here .

No one can be
here at night but Jenkins.

He drives Miss Mills home
and then comes back.

Here in the house..? Haunted?

Only I can
control souls.

Voices - they drive
everyone crazy.

They are like whispering
directly in your ear,

from floor cracks
and walls...

Jenkins seems to be immune
because he is deaf.

But madame - mother -

- you can't
die after all!

Not now that---

Honey, my doctor needs to
examine you. That horrible cough -

- I wouldn't want
you to follow me!

But know that I will die happy,

because I have found you!

Don't talk about death -

- not now
that we are together again!

That's how it's written.

But first I
have to do something.

I have to give you
something.

Mille?

Its all here!

This will be
my legacy to you.

Oh no, I couldn't take
it...

Don't be stupid.

To whom else would I
leave my worldly possessions?

After all, this is your real father's fortune -
your birthright!

Please, madame.

Thank you very much my dear.

Don't let Jenkins run
like crazy.

The night is full of dangers...

Yes, madam.
See you in the morning. Gentlemen!

This paper -

- Selle ma annan parts,
Mister Arnhem.

You know how to make wills.

Right now? Here..?

Jah.

I feel that my heart cannot
withstand this unexpected joy.

I want everything
taken care of.

So write.

"I, Zina Ivanova, also known
as Madame Orlofsky,

being of sound mind, I hereby bequeath
all my worldly wealth

to my son whom I had to give up

and who was raised
as Edwin Bonpree,

and with whom I am now
reunited."

Add the rest of the formalities yourself.

Will be done.

So this is a legal document
that proves that Edwin is my son

and will everything but my
only blood relative inherit?

It is, as soon as the witnesses
sign it.

How many witnesses are needed?

Two, but since all the guests and
staff have left…

How stupid of me.

But could you yourself be
witnesses?

Whatever you want, mom.

Not exactly traditional,

that the beneficiary himself
signs the will...

At the same time, of course, this would
prove that Edwin

recognizes Madame Orlovsky
as his mother and vice versa.

That is fine by me.

All right.
Everything is legally correct.

Mister Arnheim, you will keep this
document for yourself?

That would be the smartest thing to do.

But my dear -

- I'm
so excited for our reunion,

that I completely forget --- you
have your own reasons for coming here!

They no longer seem important at all.

But it is!

I feel... Wait.

It is related to your father - a man,

who died and
recognized you as his heir.

Yes, there was something
I wanted to ask...

We must take our original places.

I'm trying to get in touch with him.

Let's form a mind triangle!

Picture him in your mind.

Imagine how he walks,
how he talks to you.

Try to smell her,

feel his closeness.

I try.

Mina ka.

Someone is trying to contact me.

The ghost of a dead man.

Is it enough?

Which one..?

Yes... I see him...

What was that?

Sorry - what?

It seemed to me...

It seemed to me...

Not important.

So - is this my father?

Mr Bonpree?

Yes, I see a man.

A big, proud man, my lord.

It has to be him.

Ahh... aga ma I smell hate.

He has not found peace.

Are you okay?

Holy heavens... What's wrong with him?

I think he's going into a trance.

There is something wrong here...

I do not like this.

Whatever you do,
don't disconnect.

Edwin...! Edwin..!

Fuck it. This is my father!

By heaven - - - yes!

You have betrayed me..!
You have shamed me..!

Lord. I feel sick...

Keep your hands on the table, or his soul
cannot return to the grave!

Edwin!

I know what you've done!

I know your shameful secret!

God! He knows!
Alfred, how does he know..?!

You are still a creature

and from the depths of the grave I curse you,

and haunt you!

What did you do! Now his spirit
will always accompany you!

You're coming with me tonight!

Tonight!

Noh?

Done. Dead.

Sure?

He was so exhausted I was afraid

that he collapses before
he can sign.

We got over the knife edge.

There was also time.

Did you put
an earlier date on the will?

It would be suspicious if he had
signed on the day he died.

Of course.

I dated a month earlier.

Hea.

You can come here now, Nathan.

Well played my love.

At some point I really started
to believe that you could see things.

At some point I...

Mis?

I do not even know.

I once felt like I actually
summoned death...

In other words,

I was so good that I started to
believe that it was haunted!

You've messed up before,
but this was the crowning glory.

You're letting a stranger in here
tonight?!

Are you an idiot?

So what was I supposed to do?

I assume you cleaned up your own
soup.

And the same goes for you!

That damn Worseley would have ruined
everything on the brink!

However, you needed
twelve people.

Fortunately, I don't think
this is incompetence

can't stand it any longer.

You got a good reward, so goodbye
and I don't want to hear from you anymore!

Now hurry up, miss.

In my opinion, new
negotiations should be held.

Who the hell do you think you are
to talk to me like that?

Don't show off, sister.
The show is over.

I saved your
bony ass today!

Yes, I wanted to ask the whole time -

- how did the Worseley thing work out?

Everything was perfect!

I recognized it in Worseley's
first second.

His picture was
in Politseileh some time ago.

Ex-boxing champion, lynx snob.

Drove his wife to death and now
acts like a suicide.

Constantly spends nights playing poker.

When I went to get his coat,

I sent Nathan to inform Madame
Orlofsky.

I went through his pockets.

I found the revolver - it was empty.

But that he sat behind the right cup..?

Molly remembered from the article that this guy
was born in April.

I put only
cups with Aries on the table here,

when I turned off the light and you
all watched Madame Orlofsky.

Clara lured him to the right place.

But what did it mean that Worseley recognized you
?

Well, haven't we both
received our picture in the Police Gazette.

Can we be sure he
won't cause us any trouble?

He will never cause anything again
because he didn't go anywhere.

But we heard him start the
car?

It wasn't a car.

You think he was the only one
with a gun?

Thanks to us

his car is now at the bottom of the river.

And the car with other "actors" as well.

Aren't you...

Ah, don't be so naive!

We Russians do not leave
witnesses behind.

Nathan fiddled with the limo's
brakes a bit.

And I gave the driver
a strong dose of Veronaal in cognac.

So damn if we're
not worth the premium right now,

that we got our hands dirty!

Isn't it, dear?

True.

This ingratitude!

That was your shit,
and I'm not paying for it!

Or mendit should get a hint

where can you find two cars in the river ?

Then do someone else a favor!

So if you don't want to perform your next
parade roll under the gallows,

then you both walk out of here

and you stop
all extortion.

Because if I go down,
ALL of you will go with me!

I would listen to him.

Nii and Nathan

get your greedy bastard out of this house
before i throw him out!

Come on, honey.

I can't be
under the same roof with this bitch anymore.

The boy was completely out of his mind.

Usually ephedrine takes half
an hour to start working.

However, I pushed him a double
dose of the drink.

That maybe the spring in your car will throw out nicely on the way back.

But now this mess has
to be cleaned up here.

Anyway, it's done.

So, young lord:

to clients who make me very,
very rich,

is always a little bonus.
This was the fifth secret!

ONE MONTH EARLIER

are you up

I've been thinking here...

Thought?

From what we have
discussed here.

Or money?

That way it sounds very lame.

But I just have to
think about money when I'm waiting for destruction!

Oh, now don't exaggerate either.

Your financial situation is good.
You can live comfortably.

I'm not a laundress

whose dream is
to "live comfortably".

When I was little,
I had nothing.

And I promised myself -

- I get EVERYTHING! And I did.

And I won't lose it!

Well,
you can always marry new money.

Do you have a few
successful CEOs among your clients?

You have already
snapped three pieces.

You helped me
meet them nicely, really.

So I did. - And then you helped
get rid of them just as beautifully.

dear madam,

my profession uses the
term "slander" for such a suggestion.

You know very well
that I didn't play you

no role in the unfortunate death of the three husbands .

Of course not, honey.

But I remember my first
wedding so clearly…

don't you remember

You mean your first
London wedding, I guess?

After continental
husbands started running out?

You remember how beautiful I was in my
white wedding dress,

with the wonderful emeralds that
good old Sir Mortimer gave me?

Ring, necklace, earrings...

And the first thing you said to me

when we
danced our first dance.

Remember?

You said, "Madame,

do you know that these stones can
kill without leaving a trace?"

There is no way to interpret such an innocent remark

as professional advice.

I was just hinting at the personal affairs of a former
colleague.

For wonderful, detailed
details -

- that emerald dust
that enters the body,

blocks the airway for weeks

and leads to suffocation
and heart failure,

without leaving any traces in the body.

A lesson about the perfect weapon
given to a young woman,

who is married to a grumpy old
businessman

and received the
same weapons from him as a wedding present!

Pure chance.

It was only fair to give them
back to Mortimer,

at least partially.
Mixed in his pudding.

The thing was worth an earring.

And what good is one earring to a lady
? - Exactly!

I think it suited
Sir Lemuel much better.

His stomach.

And poor Sir Ivan,
the fourth baronet...

Agreed, it was a
particularly unfortunate story.

Because this necklace
was my special favorite...

And now all that's left is the ring.

Yes, I'm saving this for an
emergency!

I am sure that if you
would agree to marry me,

then this situation would be here.

Don't be silly, darling.

I wouldn't marry you.
You are only after my fortune.

What is drying up...

But if you help me
get rich again

then I would share this
fortune with you!

What exactly are we talking about?

From a fortune worth...

about two million, I suggest.

This sounds suspiciously
like a Bonpree legacy.

Oh, Alfred. Think about it.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to have
all that money?

Think what we could
do with it!

Remember when I mentioned the name
"Bonpree"?

I guess neither of us has
that name,

which would give
access to that property.

But your ward wears.

The last time I checked, he was drinking,
playing and leading happily,

and did not intend to
share his wealth.

Very careless behavior, for a
boy with a weak heart.

You said he had a
congenital heart defect, right?

I do not intend to discuss my clients'
private matters.

I remember when you
mentioned it, by the way.

When you said
he was a spoiled brat,

who treats you like a dog.

Well... You can't always choose
who pays your bills...

But why not pay them with
HIS money?

Sorry, but where is
this conversation going now?

If you desire a fourth husband,
I warn you,

that Edwin Bonpree is not
yet of marriageable age.

He's just a boy.
- And every little boy needs a mother.

His mother died when he was two years old.

Mrs. Bonpree died.

But not his real mother.

I guess I've mentioned "by the way"
quite a lot...

Never trust a woman who keeps
your wine glass full to the brim!

I'll remember.

Anyway.
That got me thinking.

Perhaps you will take young Bonpree to a session some evening
?

Fail.

He is sickeningly afraid of all kinds of
things beyond the grave.

And at all,

why would he want to come to the session?

There's definitely something
he'd like to know.

Maybe he wants to ask his lost
father something?

To be honest...

There is some issue of a lost
number combination.

You're welcome!
He comes to contact his father

and find out the combination.

But you can't give it to him..?

Don't be so slow, baby.
Of course not.

Because after the session
, he doesn't need it anymore.

Because he's dead.

First of all - I don't even know
what to say first.

What good would his death do us?

It wouldn't be.
Except when,

if he could find his birth mother.

I don't know who his birth mother is!
Nobody knows!

I always assumed that the
Bonpreede gardener with his wife.

But they are long dead!

Exactly!

But what if that mother wasn't the
gardener's wife?

When suddenly there was a young Russian noblewoman,
who was cranked up by life?

You?
You're not even really Russian.

Who cares? I could
have had a baby 21 years ago

and give it up for adoption.
And you,

as a long-time family advisor,
could confirm this.

So you just invite him here
and tell him you're his mother?

I haven't really thought it through yet .

Maybe his father's spirit is "revealing the truth".

His father's spirit...

That would be Nathan, of course.

He is very good
at following the voices on the speaker.

Of course it does. He was an actor
before he found

that crime is more profitable
than Shakespeare.

You guide him, teach him to speak
like the late Mr. Bonpree.

And give me some insight into Edwin's life
.

Surely he wants
to hide something...

Noo...

Now that you mention it,

then he is currently in a very
dangerous relationship.

See!

With who? I bet with
some married women!

My lips are locked.

Ah, such crazy stuff?

I know:
with a married man instead!

With the gardener?

With a driver?

I will not discuss these things.

And anyway, I don't think Nathan is
that good of an actor,

that Edwin would think of him as
his dead father.

Empty talk.
Nathan shines every night!

He pretends to be deaf, and Clara keeps
talking to people.

No one suspects Nathan and
he listens to a lot.

Clara? Kes on Clara?

Also from your rehabilitation program for ex-prisoners .

Such a subtle one.

Ah, that redhead.

Your criminal charges
are all very good.

Nathan has an American chick
that he used as bait.

Jajaa, Molly Jones. Raisus hing.

But people trust him.

She plays my secretary.

Even if it goes through,
do you really think

that Edwin simply
bequeaths his property to you

and then drop dead?

Oh, no!

I am the one who
bequeaths my fortune to him!

How? Why?

But what else could
a mother doomed to die

to do for his long-lost
son?

"Destined to die"?

You must have
thought it through...

And if I acknowledge him as my
son and only heir,

wouldn't that make
me his mother if he died

his sole heir?

You said
he didn't have any relatives.

Technically you are right...

But he himself should
sign the relevant document.

You take care that we end up in the
same room together and leave the rest to me.

I have had time to
practice.

You only do the preliminary work.

This is enough to put an entire bull to the
ground.

But this ring
- it's worth thousands!

Just an investment with a guaranteed return
.

So, remember to grind it into a
fine powder.

Puddings and soups are
best for serving.

Actually, eggnog is the best,
but I can't wait until Christmas.

Here you can get
your five good doses.

After a week, he starts short of breath,
then the cough starts.

Otherwise, he would have to last a month,
a month and a half,

but if added here for acceleration

this new miracle drug, Ephedrine...

Ephedrine?

Stimulant, increases blood pressure
and accelerates heart rate.

Very bad if you have
trouble breathing

and congenital heart disease.
Just like poor Sir Lemuel.

Oh, Alfred! Just think:

you would be rich

free, self-master!

Hunger ...

It might work as a plan...

Leave it to me, baby.

A lady must keep
her secrets.

This was the fifth secret!

Oops. I need a drink.

You've earned it.

How long do you think it will be before I
get my money?

I mean, our money.

It may take time.

It ends up being a colossal amount.

I'm thinking here that maybe I'll go to
Brazil. Or to Cuba.

I am
too sensitive for this humid climate.

And this house?

I'm putting it up for sale, with all the money.

Stupid collapsed mausoleum.

At the same time, this spiritualism stuff was of
course a good decoration.

Nooh...
Maybe I'll buy it myself, you know.

You? In a week you'll be sailing on the
Riviera, we bet.

It would be very suspicious if we both
disappeared together.

Better
to keep a low profile for a while.

Well, and I guess the
police will have to be called now.

Or would it be better
if we call an ambulance first?

It remains to be seen that we did everything
to save him.

Probably, yes.

But why are we
sitting here in the dark?

What was that?
- What?

Someone is in the house.

Leave now. It seemed to you.

Didn't you hear?

I didn't hear anything.

I definitely heard footsteps...

Again!

Who's there?

Calm down, honey.
You have nerves.

We are the only ones in this house.

If these vultures are back to
extort money from me...

Alfred!
- What is it, dear?

Don't say you didn't see it!

I can't see anything in this darkness.

Why don't you turn on the light?

hell,

I had to
pass out holding my breath!

I must have swallowed
the last of that wine.

So?

Scorched.

It smells like that.

It was a long time ago.

Nathan, Molly - well played.

Got a good salary. Always a pleasure to
help, Mr. Arnheim.

We are forever indebted to you.

I haven't doubted that.

And good job on that switch!

I first unscrewed the cover,
and when I turned off the light,

then I just
took it off.

Very good. Tomorrow I will wire
your money to a US bank account.

A pleasure to do business with, Mr. Arnheim.

We can get married now.
We are buying a small farm in Ohio.

Right attitude!

But not before
you tell the police,

what a terrible tragedy happened here.

A poor mother, electrocuted
and still in front of her loving son

and all this in front of the family
lawyer!

The legal term would be

"Divine Intervention",

And God can't be
held accountable, right?

Exactly! Exactly!

Time for the last show.

Poor stupid Zina.

Always so alert and sharp,

but blinded by
his own acting.

You better take that
poison ring away from him

so that no
questions arise.

The eternal cunning tool tree.

I guess I'll keep it as a
souvenir.

Useful thing if your hand happens
to be over someone's glass.

It's a wonder he didn't notice
you changing the glasses -

- I
didn't notice either.

You have dexterous fingers.

Our profession must have.

She's somehow so naked
without her ring.

Maybe it should be returned to him?

But no! I'll buy
a new Rolls-Royce for that.

Smaragdrohelise!

Let's see how it went, mommy!

I guess you didn't think of such a turn ?

ONE MONTH
AND ONE DAY EARLIER

I've been thinking here.
- Thought?

Maybe he should strip.
- Whose?

The eide of the one you've messed around with here
.

What did you say,
how much is he worth?

What do you think about it?
You just inherited two million.

Come on, that's it.

They are gone.

In what sense - gone?

Well, look, I had a
bit of card debt here…

Card debt?

Well. If card debts are not respected,
it may happen,

to come and make one-zero.

So I respected it.

You had two million
card debts?!

Don't talk nonsense.

You know that most of this money
is buried in the company.

I don't get a penny without
board approval.

I barely had half a
million in cash.

Your father died barely three months ago

and you have card debt for half a million
?

Ahh, most of it was already from before
. From school days.

Edwin....
I envy your education.

Well, of course, you have to give the
impression that you are tax-efficient.

Spend to save, as they say.

Now that these guys
heard about my legacy,

they gave me
like an ultimatum or something.

Damn it.

I should
be responsible for your money.

I am your
economic advisor.

And I'm an adult now.

But yes, you should have.
It's your job.

So now it's your job
to help me out of this thing.

Oh no. We just have to
wean you off your bad habits.

Let's start with the most expensive.

But spending less is not a
solution, it's a punishment!

I get rid of debt, but my
bad habits?

Never!

And what solution do you see?

Let's cut the money in half.

What money?

This mole's money, of course.
what do you inherit

when he dies.
Because you are marrying him.

We have already talked about it.

He doesn't want me.

How can anyone not want you?

She knows that every man
is after her money.

And the funny thing is that he doesn't even know
exactly how rich he is.

His men were too quick to flaunt
their riches.

You mean this painting?

Silly woman, she doesn't even know she
has an original da Vinci on her wall.

And in general, I wouldn't dare
to marry him.

She is a professional widow.

He has sent three men to the grave.

And I taught him
how to do it.

So we could wave this painting in
and he wouldn't even notice?

You're not thinking big, honey.

One painting is far from all
he has.

He has stocks and securities
and real estate.

And he knows nothing about the stock market
.

Well, you are also his lawyer,
you manage his business affairs.

Can't you put some of those shares on the
hard drive?

Now I'm disappointed.

A little scam?

If we already take

then we'll take it all.

Aaah, this is my Alfred!

You
already have everything figured out, right?

I can already hear the clockwork ticking in
this beautiful little head...

The first thing is -

cream theme

want your money.

But is he rude?

That's the point.

I have quietly convinced him that
his shares are going down in value.

So he thinks his fortune
is shrinking

and the thought drives him crazy.

So, on.
- Look.

I told him about your huge
property and he can't get it out of his head.

I have also mentioned

that you have a congenital
heart defect, asthma

and apparently death is not
too far away.

This piqued his interest.

I have also colorfully described
how I hate you:

that you're a
spoiled brat

who only knows how to lick,
party and play cards,

a narcissist
who always gets his way

and who treats
me like a dog.

It's only a matter of days before
he brings up the subject.

I told you that you are sickly afraid
of everything beyond the grave, death,

ghosts and other supernatural things.

I can hear the
gears rattling in his head.

He asked who would be
your heir in the event of your death

and I said that you have
no relatives in the world.

Last week
I threw a trump card

and I told you that you are
actually adopted

and that your true parents were the
gardener of Bonpreede and his wife.

He swallowed the bait greedily.

By today he must have
hatched a plan -

- and he is
sure that he is the author of it.

When is your next
meeting with him?

In an hour.

I applaud you, my lord!

And welcome with champagne!

With the best.

What a sis, mom!

You were wrong!

See THIS was the fifth secret!

Appiiiiii ..!

For God's sake! The police?

Scary, horrible accident...

What a worthy show!

Hell yes it is.

You could pay good money for such a show
. - But that's what we do.

Or - - - shall we still do it?

What do you mean?

Nathan at the wheel - this is a
potential disaster.

A heavy-footed driver,
speeding drunk,

on a dangerous steep road,

without brakes in a car,
through a storm -

- I predict a 50-50 chance
that there will be no payout.

More like 60-40.

Without...? No, neither do you...

Of course.
As soon as we got here.

You... You are one ruthless...
- Villain?

Estate manager!

Sir, Sir!

And drive carefully, gentlemen.

We will, Inspector.

And again, our condolences to you.

Thank you, inspector. Good night!

Have a nice evening!
- Thank you, sir, thank you!

You've been practicing for so long that
you can't stop.

I don't know, yes.

The more I cough,
the more my throat stings.

It's a good shit to be.

Definitely nothing serious.

Anyway. It was quite fun.

Like in an American movie.

The police come,
very grim and serious.

Miss Mills is crying.

I'm being interrogated in one
room, you in another.

Fortunately, we have nothing to hide.

We all saw what happened.

By the way.

Why did the policeman
sympathize with you?

Aa, see.

I don't know.

Probably because I was
still his lawyer.

A little creepy, I think.

But at the same time, the police did a good job.
- Case open and closed.

Exactly.

Flawless.

I almost want
to write a crime novel about it.

Which of course you can't do.
- Of course not.

And with all this money, I don't have
to do anything anymore.

Never.

Don't "we" ever have
to do anything again?

Well. I've been thinking here...

You've been doing it
quite often lately.

After all,
legally it's my money.

My mother left it to me.

Is not it? Legally. - Do
you want to tell me something, Edwin?

It's just that... I think most of
it should belong to me, right?

That was my plan after all.
- Was it?

Of course you were
a great help,

but - you are the family
lawyer, it's your duty, isn't it?

Be of great help?

And you can't argue
that I, I was the one

who put that thought in your head.
Is that so?

In a sense.

I knew you were seeing things
in perspective.

Well, you will
always have this job.

After all, someone has to
manage these stocks and papers.

This is a full-time job.

That's what he is.

That sounds pretty morbid, honey
.

Handkerchief is?

Vaata kindalaekasse.

Fuck it. Blood.

You're just overdoing it.

After all, a little sleep cures everything.

What...
what does this telegram mean?

Which one?

“Congratulations, old pal.

Kiss the bride for me."

Didn't I tell you?

I got married on Monday.

Sa ...

what... with whom?!

With Madame Orlofsky, of course.

That was my last condition,

and sind tappa!

don't look at me like that -

it was your plan after all!

But why..?

Why? I loved him,
of course!

So you told the police...

The truth, only the truth, dear boy!

The truth, only the truth!

So, Inspector, it had to be

a family reunion of sorts.

I met my wife while looking for
the birth mother of my ward.

They found each other, and I -

I found the love of my life.

And now -

- such a tragedy...

I don't know if Edwin will survive this.

Look, he's in poor health.
Heart disease and severe asthma.

To be honest, me and my wife,
we prepared for the worst.

I feel
a great responsibility for him,

now that I am legally

his only relative
in the whole world...

"Unnetus."

"Bill: One copy of the emerald ring."

Is this
still the Orlofsky ring?

Impossible to tell the difference, isn't it?

So this here is an emerald -

- and this here is a glass copy?

Perfect!
Investment with guaranteed income!

My heart...

I have a bad...

Did you still...
change the cups around?

Interesting - did I do it?
Or didn't?

Interesting - did I do it?
Or didn't?

This is mine

little secret!