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It's a long time since anyone

has given me a Christmas present.

Well, I hope it's still breathing.

It's a little British joke.

- It's a pair of gloves. - I see. Merci.

Fancy coming for a drink?

No, I had better get home to my wife.

Of course. Well, bye then.

Pardon?

♪ Do you remember the first time ♪

♪ That my eyes set on you ♪

♪ Your smile came from no where ♪

♪ For sometime never or sometime soon ♪

♪ The road is a long one ♪

♪ I was only passing through ♪

♪ I was only ♪

♪ Passing through ♪♪

Granddad?

Did you tell Uncle Dom the right time?

Of course I did, lad, I'm not as daft as I look.

Uncle Patrick! Archie!

Dominic! We thought you forgotten us!

I'm so sorry, the car's been playing up again.

- It's great to see you both. - And you, Uncle Dom.

How are you doing, Archie? I've been dying to see you.

Did they really found a new black hole near Pluto?

I know, it's unbelievable, isn't it?

No-one round here seems to think so, Philistine's!

Well, I'll grab these for you.

- Follow me. - Okay, Dom.

- How you've been? - Good, good.

Hello.

Don't ask.

You were the last person I thought would call today.

Caron specifically asked for you.

It's such a tragedy. Did you know his wife well?

Not really.

I don't think she liked his work very much.

In fact, I don't think she liked him very much at all.

I see. Well, let's see if we can help?

What happened?

They must have come through the back door.

I always told her to lock it when I wasn't home.

And where were you?

I went for a walk.

When I came back, I found her.

She had been stabbed in the back.

I'm so sorry, that's awful.

You found her?

Yes.

I know, as a police officer

I should not have touched a crime scene

but... she is my wife.

Was my wife.

I was just trying to save her.

How could I let this happen?

You mustn't blame yourself, André.

Then who do I blame?

Who would do such an awful thing?

Oui,Caron.

Estelle.

Excuse me. This man has just lost his wife.

English friends?

Well, that makes a whole lot of sense.

Caron and I go back a long way.

We were at the academy together.

I am Inspector Gauthier.

That's right, I am an Inspector now.

No thanks to you, of course.

Where is the murder weapon?

It was their own kitchen knife.

And where is it now?

It was still in the back of the victim

when they took the body away.

It's now at the lab.

Would you like to tell me your side of the story?

I went for a walk... came back

and found her in the chair.

What time did you go for a walk?

About 5:30 p.m.

And what time did you discover the body?

About 10:00 p.m.

That's convenient.

Well, we all know there was no love lost between you and Sara.

You're not saying that Caron had anything to do with this?

Now that I think of it, you must be this

English friend I've heard about?

Solving all of Caron's crimes.

Well, Miss Marple, I don't think

it will take much to solve this one.

That's all. For the time being.

Jean, you-you are the only one who can help me.

My fingerprints are all over the murder weapon

and I am covered in my wife's blood.

If it was anyone other than Gauthier,

I might have stood a chance.

You have to find who murdered Sara or I will be sent down.

What on earth happened between you and her?

I...

I left her for Sara.

Thank you so much for your help, Gloria.

My absolute pleasure. I just love Christmas.

- Here you go. - mon dieu!

My favourite decoration!

That is the last recording I have of my father's voice.

I thought your dad was a saxophonist?

He was, but when he was on tour with Nat King Cole,

he made his own recording in a record booth

and sent me the disc.

- Record Booth? - Like a photo booth.

But you could make your own vinyl records.

You know what, I think I've heard of them.

I listened to that record until it was nearly worned out

and then last year, Niall had it put in to the music box.

The best present I have ever had.

Outstanding Christmas husband credentials.

You both look amazing!

We're doing a little charity grotto

for the dear little kiddies at the back of the pub.

It's to raise money for the theatre

to refurbish the dressing rooms.

They haven't been touched for years.

- Grotto? - But we are an elf short.

I don't mind "elfing out."

Well, you will need a costume.

I've already got one. Tailor made.

Why do you have a tailor made Elf costume?

Well, I had a fling a few Christmas's ago.

He was a tad on the dull side, so I thought a bit

of dressing up would float his boat, so to speak.

We've all been there.

- And did it? - No.

He finished off my Brazil nuts and I haven't seen him since.

Great, you can help us set up.

- Thank you. - Follow me, troops.

Gloria, leave the glasses on.

I have no idea why, but they really suit you.

Yeah, you're camping in Claudie's room

for Christmas, I hope you don't mind.

She sends her love by the way.

As does your cousin.

How is our Sandra?

Well, she got her rota from the hospital

and she's gotta work all over Christmas.

So I thought you wouldn't mind

if I brought young Archie with me?

No, I'm dead sure.

And Claudie's back packing with her mate, Xav,

so it's nice to have family here for Christmas.

- Nice. - Not that one!

We don't want you peaking.

Hey! There's a lot of presents in there!

I hope you have been behaving yourself?

Dom, that's all in the past!

Hard earned these presents.

Hey, Archie, look at the ceiling.

Glow-in-the-dark stars.

And I've arranged them all in the correct constellations.

My God, I can't wait till it gets dark.

At last, someone appreciates my cosmic credulity.

You can get pills for that.

Do you remember when I bought you that kaleidoscope?

When we were on holiday, you were about five or six.

Yeah, yeah, I thought it was a telescope.

I remember looking at the sky thinking,

why has no-one mentioned all these colours before.

Great days!

Oops.

My God, Caron?

You alright?

Um, yeah.

An emergency's just cropped up. I've got to pop out.

There's plenty of food in the fridge.

No worries, we're on holiday.

Why don't you drop us off at those

Christmas markets we passed?

- When in Rome and all that. - Yeah, yeah, if you're sure.

Hey, Archie, there's an amazing astronomy shop

on the Rue de Vurden just by the market square, you'll love it.

- Brilliant! - What's that noise?

It's the sound of Archie breaking my bank.

Right, here's a spare set of keys, come on.

So, Sara was stabbed in the back, good grief!

Yeah, and what I didn't mention is the inspector

working on the case hates Caron's guts.

We've got to help him.

Okay, so where we going?

Um, the gallery where Sara worked.

Jean, you're not interfering in a murder investigation, are you?

I know you want to help Caron, but...

I'm just breaking the news to Sara's employers.

How is that interfering?

Well, don't they have a right to know?

- Um... - Well, don't they?

- I guess so. - Well, let's go then.

Do you mind if we speak in English?

I just like to clarify a few things.

No, no, no, no problem.

I cannot believe she has gone.

She was a hard working woman, so knowledgeable.

I have lost a good friend as well as my best salesperson.

Do you know anyone who would have a grudge against her?

No, no, no, she was highly regarded in the art world.

Not the warmest of personalities

but thoroughly respected for her talent.

I know things were not too great at home.

That's why she spent so much time here.

But I didn't know that things had got that bad.

I think you might be jumping

to conclusions there, Monsieur Gelan.

Serena worked very closely with her.

I do not know what I will do.

She was my mentor.

And I am lost without her.

Did she have any disgruntled clients or...?

Everybody knew her word was honourable.

She was a woman of great principles.

Well, thank you. Thank you for your time.

And, um...

May I just say

what a beautiful gallery you got here.

- Thank you. - I'll be back.

To have a proper look in happier times.

- We'll see ourselves out. - Au revoir

How much?

Shh!

Look at the state of them.

And they're all sold, look! All sold!

"Dolly Angel," yeah, yeah, that's her real name, innit?

Looks like she's still at school!

No. I've not heard of her.

You've-you've not heard of her?!

Well, artists are being discovered all the time.

I think the word "artist" might be pushing it a bit.

Triangle.

The art world's a funny old business.

It only takes one famous art dealer

to say you're the next "big thing"

then everybody start investing in them.

Says here she's from Britain.

Well, I've not been back in the UK for eight months, have I?

She might be massive there.

Ooh!

Come on.

Jean, I think we need to keep an open mind about Caron, okay?

- What you're seeing? - Please, Grandpa--

Sorry. Sorry.

Sorry, sorry.

Sorry, sorry, sorry...

We don't have much time.

Inspector Gauthier could be back at any minute.

Are you alright, mate?

This is ridiculous!

Just because you dumped her when you were kids,

she's locking you up in your own police station?

All the evidence is against me, Jean.

Hang on, you went out with her?

That's why she's got it in for you?

- It was very messy. - Blimey.

And the next time our paths crossed,

we'd both applied for this job,

I got it, and it made her hate me even more.

But doesn't she outrank you?

Now, yes, but she'll never forgive me.

You have to help me, I have no-one else.

Of course we will, won't we, Dom?

Yeah, of course we will, yeah.

The answer must be in the house somewhere.

Pass me your phone.

My neighbour has a spare key to my house.

I will text her to expect you.

We'll do everything we can.

Quickly! She's here! Just hide.

- Hide behind there. - Wait, what?

- Now, Jean. - Ooh.

Alright, come on.

Look, I can't this time, Jean.

I've got to get back to Uncle Patrick and Archie.

- They've just got here. - Right.

- I'm sorry. - It's okay.

Sorry.

I'll help you, Mrs. White.

Um...

Right, well... let's go.

Don't worry.

Thanks, Granddad, I've been after

this meteor slide for ages.

Whatever floats your boat, kid.

And it's not even Christmas day yet.

Hey, I cannot believe that your Uncle Dom

still got the Santa decoration I bought him

it must be over 40 years now.

Was that the one hanging in his car?

Yeah. Christmas's we had back then.

Granddad?

I know it sounds daft, but I can't remember

you being around Christmas when I was very little.

Isn't that weird?

I had to work away for a few years around then.

What? And they wouldn't let you home for Christmas?

It's very, very long way away.

Hey...

Do you want another drink?

I'm an elf. With elf ears!

And good riddance to you! With baubles on!

Let me get you a mulled wine, darling.

Everything okay, Jeremy?

You have to call him Santa. He's very method.

Elf Judith?

I hate to say this

but I'm not sure the grotto thing is working.

I think Elf Gloria is right, darling.

Maybe we can find another way to raise money for the theatre?

Bonjour. Parlez vous Anglais?

Yes.

André Caron sent me for the key.

- The next door. - Of course!

Good, thank you.

Did you see anything unusual at Caron's last night?

Nothing more unusual than the normal.

Pardon?

I would not blame him at all if he did do it.

They were always arguing.

She was absolutely vile to him.

Thank you.

Look, I know you shouldn't go in there, Richard.

You don't have to. I can go in alone.

Caron is my boss. I know he's innocent.

I want to do this.

What is Sara's password?

Who puts spiders on a Christmas tree? It's bizarre.

Sara must have had Eastern European family.

Pardon?

It's an Eastern European folktale.

The story goes that a widowed mother

is too poor to decorate the tree,

so some friendly spiders spin webs all over it.

When the mother and her family wake on Christmas morning,

the sunlight hits the tree,

turning the webs silver and gold.

And the family have good fortune from then on.

What's... What's French for "spider?"

"Araignée."

Could you type that in?

Bingo! Hah.

Right, saw her last email.

Could you, could you translate that for me?

Right.

"Dear Sara, Further to our

"conversation on December 6th

"here are our thoughts.

"Even though we very much value your position at the gallery

"we are finding it...

"difficult to find a reason to fire Serena Parle.

"This is the fourth trainee you have been deeply unhappy with,

"one of which we have had to settle

"out of court for wrongful dismissal.

"Having said that, because your

"skills are so integral to the gallery,

"we will go ahead with the dismissal of Ms. Parle

"but we gratefully request that this does not happen again.

Yours, Lloyd Gelan."

So Sara was trying to get rid of Serena!

Why did you lie to me about Sara?

This email suggests that you were about to lose your job

but you told me she was your mentor.

I had worked hard to get here.

A career in art is something I had dreamed of

since I was a little girl, and that jealous old witch

tried to take it away from me.

The constant bullying, the belittling of everything I did!

Nothing was ever good enough for her. Nothing.

And nobody in here challenged her about it.

Her "expertise" was just an excuse for bullying

and I was her latest victim.

You know, I wish I had killed her.

I fantasized about it many times,

but I was not brave enough to do it.

I would love to shake the hand of the person that did it.

Where were you last night, Serena?

At home with my mother,

crying in her arms over losing my dream job.

Merci.

Could you drop me at La Caronne?

There must be another way to raise the money.

What about a fun run? We used to do them in Dublin.

Get dressed up, it was a great crack.

That's a great idea!

Run? For fun?

What on earth is funny about running?

I completely agree!

What about Secret Santa?

They used to have one at a garage where I worked.

- It was a right laugh. - That's it.

We will charge everyone in the pub two euro to play

and then they have to spend no more than five euro on a present

for whoever they draw out of the bag.

And we can have a party here

on Christmas Eve and we can all swap presents.

- Bravo! - Great idea!

Just one thing,

will I be able to wear the Santa costume?

I think we all absolutely insist on it.

- There you are! - I'll just get a drink.

- I'll be over in a minute. - Alright.

- Where's your grandad? - In the loo.

Dom, can I ask you a question?

When my Grandad was away when I was little, where did he go?

Well, he was in Stafford first

then they moved him to an open prison.

Prison? What?

God. Did your mum never told you any of these?

No! My Grandad was in prison?

Look, yo-you-your Grandad got into a bit of trouble at work.

And the times were hard back then and he...

took a few things he shouldn't have done.

My Grandad?

Yeah.

I think he just wanted people to be happy.

He was always buying presents and rounds at the bar, you know.

Your Aunty Eunice, God rest her soul,

always used to say, was his way of loving people,

only he didn't have enough money for all that

and all of sudden he had to go to prison.

I can't believe this.

Look, Archie, we'll talk about this again, alright?

Don't-don't mention it to your Grandad,

he's a smashing fella, he just made a few mistakes, alright.

Jean, you're waiting. What can I get you?

Just a Sav Blanc please, Niall.

Jean, there's going to be a Secret Santa

here on Christmas Eve, you in?

- Absolutely. - Great!

Cheers.

- Hello. - Hey.

- You've been shopping? - Yes.

My music box! It's gone!

- Someone must have stolen it! - No ones gonna take...

Jean, Jean, this is me Uncle Patrick

and me cousin's boy, Archie.

- Lovely to meet you both. - You too..

You alright there, Patrick?

Do you know what, I don't feel that great.

I think I must have over done it on the Beignets.

Dom, do you mind if we go?

No, come on, I'll take you home.

I think I just need a little lie down. It's been a big day.

I knew you look familiar.

Let's find out who you really are.

Come on, we said we'd meet Dom

for breakfast at 9 o'clock.

I'll be down in a minute, Grandad,

I'm just looking for my phone charger.

There's one at the side of my bed.

It's the same person!

I don't get it.

The Doctor and "Dolly Angel," the artist is the same person.

It took me all night.

But I found her on her agent's website.

So she's a Doctor and an artist?

No! She's a model called Cathryn Harper.

Lloyd Gelan must have used a stock photo of her

to make out that "Dolly Angel" was a real person.

No, I'm still not with you.

I rang my dealer friend back in England

and he's never heard of her!

Dolly Angel the artist does not exist!

Blimey.

Hang on.

What you doing? I lost you.

The companies that bought and sold the paintings

are in the same conglomerate, Dom!

What does that mean?

It means that the same person

bought the paintings back off themselves.

Why would you want to do that?

I know who wanted Sara Caron dead.

I'm starving, what are you going to have?

I thought I might even order in French

try and impress that gorgeous landlady.

What's her name? Celine?

Yeah.

You alright, Sunshine, you seem a bit flat.

I was just thinking what it would be like

never to hear my mum's voice again.

Whatever put that into your head?

Well, that landlady you mentioned, Celine.

Yeah?

All that fuss in the pub last night,

Dom told me what she'd had stolen.

Alright.

Her dad made her a vinyl record

in a record booth when she was a little girl.

I remember those record booths!

It turns out, her husband had the recording of her dad copied

into a special music box for Christmas last year.

The record was nearly worn out.

It was the last ever recording of her dad's voice

and somebody stole it.

Did they now?

They probably didn't know what it meant to her,

no one would do that if they knew.

- Would they? - No.

No!

Stomach's rumbling, come on.

Thank you for your tip off, we have the suspect in custody.

I'll take it from here.

Wait, but I know what I'm talking about.

I've seen this kinda money laundering back in the UK.

Surely you need me in the interview?

Look, I'm not Caron, I don't need some

little English woman telling me how to do my job.

So you're going to reject my expert help

because of your personal history with Caron?

Okay, I will lead the interview

and you will speak when you are asked to.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Good.

This interview will be conducted in English,

for the benefit of my colleague.

Where were you on the night of Sara's murder

between the hours of 5:30 and 10:00 p.m.?

You, you can't remember?

Or were you murdering Sara Caron?

So that's how you want to play it?

How very tedious.

My colleague here thinks she knows why you did it.

Would you like to hear her theory?

He's all yours.

You know, I thought this method of laundering

dirty money through the art world was extinct.

God knows how you got away with it for so long.

Small towns?

Explain it to me again.

Of course.

This is how I see it.

Mr. Lloyd Gelan here would display some art in his very

respectable gallery and create a huge buzz

around a young up-and-coming artist

that actually doesn't exist.

In this case, a certain Dolly Angel.

He would paint the canvasses,

he would frame them

and he would display them, but conveniently,

even at an astronomical price,

they would be shown as sold.

The deal had already been done.

And a big bag of dirty money had been used to buy the paintings.

You see, in the art world,

cash is seen as a normal method of payment

and no one even questions it.

So, Mr. Lloyd Gelan here

has enabled a money launderer to sell

the paintings back to themself

and wash the dirty money clean.

Very clever.

And nobody ever checked on you as you were so respectable.

And looking at the records, only did it now and again?

I suppose those diamond rings won't buy themselves?

Sara was on to you, wasn't she?

She knew something was wrong

and whatever else she was, she was brutally honest.

Was she about to expose you?

- You can never prove it. - It speaks!!

I think you'll find we can, Mr. Gelan.

We have seized possession of your shop,

your bank accounts, all your documents.

You will have slipped up somewhere.

And we have your face on CCTV near the Caron's house

on the night of Sara's death.

How did you work it out?

Well, um...

It all started with a charity leaflet in a pub.

The model who you used to be the face of "Dolly Angel"

was also the Doctor on the front of that charity leaflet.

And I went through Sara's accounts...

Dolly Angels work was sold between

two companies in the same conglomerate.

But it was your little anagram that sealed your fate.

- Anagram? - Yeah.

Watch this.

L-L-O-Y-D.

G-E-L-A-N.

Lloyd Gelan.

Very clever.

I hated her.

She was sanctimonious, patronizing, angry.

You know, sacking my staff left, right and centre.

She thought she had me over a barrel because of her reputation

and client list.

just needed this one more deal.

But she found out.

That night, I went to her house to confront her.

The back door was open and I walked inside

and then I saw the knife.

She was about to take everything from me.

I was so close.

Please spare us the sob story.

You killed a woman in cold blood.

C'est tout.

Richard...

Since when did we have CCTV footage?

I can't believe it!

Lying in an interview to force a confession?

Maybe you and I have more in common than we first thought.

Can we release Caron now?

Yeah, I think I can finally let Andre Caron go.

I must tell Richard to check the other paintings in the gallery,

there might be even more fakes.

No, I didn't spot any.

It's such a crying shame, what beautiful shop.

Charlie...

I've got a business proposition for you.

I promise, I'll get you another box.

But you said the record was so scratched...

"Hey, you want the moon?

"Just say the word, I'll throw a lasso

around it and pull it down"

Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without you quoting

"It's A Wonderful Life."

Your very own James Stewart.

Ho, ho, ho!

Ho, ho!

So how many Christmas costumes have you got then?

Twelve.

Twelve days of Christmas, innit?

Of course, silly me.

Jean, could you do us a favour?

Do not leave my side tonight. Okay?

- On it. - Right, ladies and gentlemen.

It's time now for the Secret Santa to begin.

Here goes...

Can't believe he's not doing "reaching into his sack" joke.

Now I'm gonna reach into my sack.

No, there it is, my mistake.

And the first gift is for... Gloria.

Thank you, Santa.

Yes.

I love it.

- Guilty as charged. - Thanks, Niall.

Next!

- It is Jean. - There you go.

Thank you.

- Thank you, Father Christmas. - Yeah, my pleasure.

That's... It's lovely!

Who got me that?

I did. So it may remind of your home.

Well, your old home, that is.

I love it.

That's really thoughtful, Dom.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you.

Right, now. We have... two presents left.

And the first one goes to...

Judith.

Just to imply all the tax so far.

I am not holding my breath.

That was never a fiver.

I'll give you a tenner for it.

It's from me, darling.

Precursor to the big day.

Thank you, darling.

Now, then, come here, Santa.

Hang on, hang on. There's one present left.

It's for you.

I don't understand.

You-you got me a replacement already.

No, that's the original one.

They brought it back.

♪ Oh holy night ♪

♪ The stars are brightly shining ♪

♪ It is the night of the dear ♪

♪ Saviour's birth ♪

♪ Long lay the world ♪

♪ In sin and error pining ♪

♪ Till He appeared and the Spirit ♪

♪ Felt its worth ♪

Wow, look at this.

How are you feeling?

Still numb. Despite everything, she was still my wife.

It wasn't always like that.

I understand.

Thank you, both, for believing in me.

Never any doubt, mate.

You've got a nerve.

Merry Christmas, Jean.

Merry Christmas, Dom.

♪ When will it show ♪

♪ That the secret we keep is not ours on our own ♪

♪ When will it show ♪

♪ We're in love ♪

♪ This Christmas ♪

♪ We're in love ♪♪